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Mrs. MD

fem!reader x ChrisMD

Synopsis: Chronicles of your online presence as being the girlfriend of ChrisMD

Contains: sm!au

⤑ Face Claim: Jennie Kim

Warnings: drunk Chris + Arthur TV, use of y/n, cringy as always

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Inspiration: @arthurhillmastermind

Tweeting mid-filming session while sitting outside a pub, a full pint in front of me I was not thrilled to start on.

“You're always on your phone.”

Chris started, a camera pointed at us as the other went off for a moment of bathroom breaks.

“Something needs to entertain me.”

Replying sarcastically as I power off my phone and place it face down on the table.

“Am I not enough?”

Chris bleated dramatically, hands smacking against the table.

Instead of replying, I decided to deadpan to the camera. A funny moment content wise that would add to this rather dull conversation.

Soon enough the others return and the jokes and mean comments disguised as jokes start firing rapid fire once again.

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“I don't get what's going on”

I inquired with a slurred vocabulary, Arthur TV and I walking closely behind the others. Both seemingly the lightweights of the group. We were now about half way done with the video and us two were already wanting to tap out.

“If you got a pound for every time you didn’t know what was going on, you would be like , ‘why am I getting all these pounds!’ ”

Cracking up at his own joke while the others pretended to find it completely unfunny, Arthur walked lopsided into a street sign pole.

The camera caught every moment of the drunk antics, the next pub’s lights now in eyeview as everyone laughed at Arthur's physical display of anguish.

At this distraction, an arm sneaks up behind me. Wrapping itself around my waist while pulling my close.

“Chris, stop!”

I squirmed in embarrassment as we waddled a bit behind the others the others, Chris’s chin on my shoulder.

“Love me!”

He whined drunkenly as I broke from his grasp, giving a dramatic act for the camera that was too busy focused on George and Harry.

At the last pub of the night, I was completely in a different realm. Often staring into the distance at nothingness before being forced to take a shot after losing a challenge I wasn't even paying attention to.

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youruser waiting for my invoice chrismd10

chrismd10 We're literally dating?

youruser I still charge for my services

user1 y/n in the next pub golf?!?!?

user2 we need more mrs md content on the channel!!

user3 so this is why we got that tweet-

georgeclarkeey what a handsome man. Chris is there too

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A/N: first try at a social media au (⁠・⁠_⁠・⁠;⁠) , bear with me

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Merry Christmas, Please don't Call

GN! Reader x ChrisMD

Synopsis: Former lovers rekindle on a lonely Christmas Eve

Word Count: 1.0k~

Contains: angst + fluff at the end if you squint

Warnings: Usage of the term "Y/N", drunk Chris, kinda cringey bear with me

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Chris and I had broken up after being together for close to an online documented decade. Why? It seemed neither of us actually knew.

After the breakup, I had decided to find a place close to your old one in central London. As I was just as much in the content creating space as my past lover.

The summer has been hectic, having to find my own footing, pace, and peace alone. Finding peace within oneself was proving more difficult than any self-help book led on.

Tonight was the eve before Christmas, marking it off my calendar with a sigh. The snow falling upon the pavement outside marking it too late to go back home now. I wanted to avoid the bombarding questions I was sure to be met with anyways.

Mixing the last bit of the cookie mixture that would only serve one, a bottle of red wine close by. Its contents dip hidden below its wrapped label.

A sigh slipped past between my lips as I pulled my phone out of my apron pocket. Snapping a picture of the messy scene laid out in front of me for my Instagram. Putting the background music to the first Christmas song that popped up without much care before uploading it to my story. The array of notifications laid out neatly on the top of my phone piqued my interest. With comments from multiple media apps as well as a plethora of text messages from hours ago. One specifically catching my eye.

Not putting any meaning to the message before typing a simple corresponding message in return, no need for animosity.

Going back to my batter mix, setting the few doughy blobs into a tray and into the oven before leaning back and admiring the sight of my goods baking before the reverb of a knock on the front caught my attention with a slight jump in surprise.

Upon opening the door, I'm met with a flushed face, glassy eyed Christopher. With his hair disheveled and arm resting against the door frame as he panted erratically.

“Chris?”

I asked in confusion, head tilted while stepping aside just enough that if he wanted he could come in, he could.

“Please don't push me away.”

He practically pleaded, his free hand in front of him moving with his words.

“Are you ok?”

“I don't know."

Gesturing him with a simple hand gesture, “Please come in, you reek of alcohol.”

Stepping into my flat for the first time, being aware enough to close the door behind himself. Feet planted at the entrance as he took in the sight of the place decorated in a way that he knew was distinctly me.

Meanwhile I was back in the kitchen, fetching a glass of water I knew the man needed.

Hand on his back as I lead his swaying feet to the couch, forcing the glass into his hand.

“What brought you here?”

I questioned softly as I took a seat beside him.

“I actually don't know, I was supposed to be heading home with George."

“Should I call you a car?”

“No no, I'm good,” he spat out behind his water.

I nod, getting up to check on my cookies. If he didn't know why he was here, then he should be on his way soon.

“Do you have any plans?”

He speaks up as I walk away.

“For tomorrow?”

Chris hummed in approval.

“Not much, probably just an evening in.”

“Me neither, we should get breakfast.”

Giving a quiet laugh at his rushed words as I pulled the cookies out of the oven.

“Would that be appropriate?”

With a shrug and a smug smirk, I offered him more water. Which he gladly accepted.

“I like your place.”

“Thank you.”

“This couch used to be ours,”

He commented as he rubbed the cushion, a quick flicking grimace marked my features as I put my oven mitt back onto its pin.

“A lot used to be ours.”

Assuming the alcohol was now speaking for him rather than his brain, I continued my work around the kitchen.

“I had a lot of plans,”

He continued, still mindlessly messing with the fabric of the couch.

“I had a ring. Have. I have a ring. It was supposed to be your Christmas present.”

Eyes glancing at him from afar in intrigue and a bit of forced disinterest as I sip at my wine.

“i still carry it around with me, as if there would still be an opportunity for me to propose”

The ruffle of him reaching into his pocket and the click of the ring box opening was enough for my eyes to widen as I continued hiding in the kitchen as he continued his drunken rant.

“I don't even remember why we broke up, but I know it was my fault. Something about growing as a people. I was so ready to marry you.”

The sight of him gazing down into the velvet ring box like a sad puppy was enough to make me sigh and the darkness crawl back into my chest.

“Chris, you're gonna regret this in the morning, I'll call you a car.”

Tugging my phone back out of my pocket, I was quickly met with slurred protests.

“No please wait, a few more minutes.”

“Chris-”

“Please Y/N.”

Hands on my shoulders as I surrender to his defense. Shoulder sagging down with my head as it lays on the edge of his shoulder.

“You aggravate me.”

A chuckle that just screams he's smiling escapes his lips

“I know.”

“You should really go.”

Picking my head up to look up at him, his blue eyes meeting mine.

“Just a few more minutes, please.”

But this time instead of a plea, it was a smile and arms sneaking around my own. It wasn't much of a hug, but it still left his pinky rubbing the side of my palm.

“Just a few more.”

I nodded, trying to fight back a smile that matched his dorky grin.

Those few minutes turned into hours, and those hours turned into a night.

A night spent reminiscing under fairy lights and the background sounds of cliché Hallmark movies.

The snow didn't keep either of us in, but that would be the excuse used the next day when either of us were questioned the next day.

That Christmas Eve wasn’t spent with a lover, but the underlying feelings were more than a friend.

A/N:

This is my first bit of writing on here, so I hope you enjoyed it if you made it all the way down here!

I always accept advice, and even requests.

Cheers!

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Dress

Synopsis: secret glimpses of a relationship the Internet anticipated far before the two lovers could even fathom.

fem! Actor Reader x George Clarke

Contains: sm!au

Warnings: more of an prologue then anything

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Odd was a way to explain it, definitely odd. Receiving a DM from the man I had, not so silently, been thirsting over online.

It was awkward at first, granted not wanting to cross a line of unfamiliarity and make the other uncomfortable or ourselves seem unbearable.

Although with all consideration, awkwardness slowly contorted into something kind and warm and all came together like we had always known each other.

After spending an embarrassing amount of the night chatting via TikTok Dms, George took the leap before I could.

“Is there a chance I could get your number? Chatting like this makes me feel like a teenager.”

Of course I complied, rolling in my bed with a hand over my face. I did feel like a teenager, a giddy one.

“Are you ever in the area?” George's voice flowed out through the phone speaker.

“I have a shoot there in about two weeks,” I responded, turning on the bathroom faucet as I went through with my nightly routine.

“Is there a chance I could maybe take you out for a meal?”

A giddy smile paints across my lips as I scrunch my nose with my fluttering heart.

“Of course you can,”

I attempted to mask my flusteredness with a playful attitude.

“I'm usually off of set by dinner.”

There was a long pause on George's end, complete utter silence. Until an enthusiastic voice boomed through the other end of the phone.

“Can't wait.”

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A/N: I wanna make the social media au(s) longer but Tumblr only lets me put a certain amount of photos</3

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Mrs. MD

fem!reader x ChrisMD

Synopsis: Chronicles of your online presence as the girlfriend of ChrisMD

Contains: sm!au

⤑ face claim: Jennie Kim

Warnings: mentions of alcohol, use of y/n, cringey as always

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youruser posted a new story!

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Liked by georgeclarkeey, y/nstar and 65,768 others

youruser now make arthurnfhill drop the video

chrismd10 why wasn't I invited?

youruser my biggest fan

hourly/n I was right!!!!!

youruser you always are 💕

arthurtv I do not remember taking that photo

youruser neither do I

chrismd10 lightweights

youruser chrismd10 get a life

user1 where's Chris?

user2 she always acts like she doesn't know him

glambyflo beautiful as always

youruser all you love 🩷

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youruser needed to escape the cold for a bit ☀️☁️

chrismd10 what a handsome lad

youruser can't stand him actually

y/nstar y/n never has a bad era

youruser I was emo in my teenage years so....

arthurtv what a beautiful view!

youruser how long was this in the drafts

yourfriend we need a girl's trip immediately!

youruser needed by yesterday

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Espresso Hearts

Synopsis: an artist and musician who finds comfort in a stranger's silence.

fem! Reader x James Marriott

Word Count: 890~

Contains: Fluff

Warnings: none really

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The soft settle glow of the sun painted a perfect picturesque scene as it fluttered through the coffee shop windows.

The golden light casting perfectly across the wooden floors of the shop. The shop was less crowded than usual at this hour, giving the chance to actually acquire a seat and get some work done.

On his daily coffee run, James took his time walking down the path to his favorite coffee shop. The sky had just the perfect amount of clouds that painted the perfect backdrop without it being too chilly.

A soft hum of amusement evaporated against James’ vocal cords at the sight of a not so clustered shop at this hour.

With his laptop, and small pocket book, James was now grateful he had packed the two mediums; maybe he could find some inspiration.

And maybe that inspiration was perched inside a corner also searching for the same.

Ordering his usual, fingers tapping against the counter top as he waits for his drink, James takes a look around.

Majority of the shop's tiny booths were filled, with a few empty scattered around James would have to settle with. Unless.

Lounging beside the window, the sun perfectly highlighting her like she was a beacon he was always meant to find.

Mindlessly sketching inside a leather bound notebook, hair pulled back into a loose ponytail with a few strands hanging out and a sweater the color of green leafs in springs.

With his iced coffee in hand, James makes his way over to the enticing women in the far corner.

“Excuse me... I was wondering if I could sit here? Just for a few minutes.” James pips up, nerves igniting within him.

“Go ahead” was just a soft mutter from between her lips, nothing more and nothing less. Not even a glance at him.

The chair screeching against the floor it's dragged upon, James sat directly across from her. Eyes not so secretly appearing down onto the pages of abstract lines and void of color. Besides her was a half drinking plastic cup of matcha and a barely touched espresso glass that had a perfect peachy lipstick stain.

Pulling out his own notebook and laptop, James took this opportunity to revise some lyrics that had been racking his brain.

Minutes tick by so quickly, that half an hour had gone and both barely moved a muscle or breathed a word. The music of a pencil rough against parchment led James' eyes to the women's notebook once again.

The lines that had seemed to lead nowhere was now a perfect contracted top-half of a person. With an oddly familiar pair of glasses and disheveled hair, and the same tuff on the collar of the jacket as James wore.

She must have felt James staring, as her eyes worked their way up to his as they gazed down at her work.

Her hand spreads out across the paper, each digit attempting to hide what was already seen.

“I'm James”

His smile held a charismatic charm he was unaware he had.

“Y/N”

She answered with a simple nod, her voice the same soft pitch as before.

James' smile never flatters as he presses save on his document and focuses back onto her.

“You come here often?”

“Some mornings after a run,” Chewing her bottom lip as her eyes don't know where to land. “And you?”

“Most days, it's a part of my little morning routine.”

Gesturing towards the scene of the notebook and laptop laid before him with her chin, “What are you working on?”

“A song”

“You're a musician?”

“Mhm.”

Seeming to take it in with a nod, “Can I hear something of yours?”

Trying to play off the heat that rises onto his cheeks, pulling out some earbuds before offering one to her.

“Here uh…”

Palms clammy as he pulls up an audio file that starts playing a bit too loud. Causing both to wince as James hurried to lower the volume.

“Sorry sorry!”

Awkwardly chuckling while he intensely observed her. Each small head movement and quite hum a criticism he mentally wrote down.

“You're really good”

“Really?” Stumbling over his syllables as he quickly takes back the earbuds she was gesturing over.

A nod as she folds over a ribbon onto her sketch and closes its cover, “Do you release it on anything?”

“Just the normal platforms” he coughed, fingers tracing the lines and indents of his cup’s lid.

Looking out the window, the sun intensified the shine of her eyes as she watched the traffic go by.

“Would you like to do this again?” With a tilt of her head as she glanced over James’ face.

With a gulp of nerves and a flutter in his chest, “Y-yeah, love to.”

Tearing off a piece of napkin her now empty espresso sat upon, scribbling down an array of numbers.

“Call me” she smiled, her tone an octave louder with a dose of confidence.

Sliding the corner of paper to the man across from her, before settling her belongings into a small drawstring bag.

“See you.” James forced out as she moved out of her seat.

Walking by, hand delicately ghosting against his shoulder as she walked past towards the door. Nothing more than a fantom of a touch, one that closely mimics the growing feeling within his chest.

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Falling like Snow on the Beach

GN! Reader x Arthur TV

Synopsis: Two childhood friends cross the bridge they never thought they would while being snowed in.

Word Count: 1.0k~

Contains: Fluff

Warnings: None really!

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Arthur huffed, arms crossed as he stared out of the cabin window. The snow is piling up more and more by the hour.

“So, who's idea was it to travel on the one weekend out of the whole year it would storm like this?”

“It's Chris’s video.”

Turning to face me, his arms beautifully sculpted as they sat perfectly crossed before his body. Looking down at me perched on the edge of the bed cluelessly.

I replied with a bored sigh, instantly regretting not packing a book or some other form of entertainment other than my phone and laptop.

I added, hoping to give him motive to do anything rather than focus on how everything isn't going to plan.

“You should change,”

“I changed back into my pajamas once we knew we weren't getting back out.”

Looking up at him as he looked down at me, arms falling to his sides as he nodded.

Walking behind me to his suitcase, grabbing a pair of sweatpants and a hoodie before heading into the small bathroom connected to the bedroom.

When he returned, I was lounging against the headboard. Remote in hand as I typed in my Netflix password.

Crawling into the empty spot beside me, Arthur now dressed in more comfortable attire sighed. Taking out his phone and typing out a message I could only assume was to the others we had traveled here with.

“It's going to be ok, Arthur. You're stressing over a video that's not even yours.”

Trying to reassure him, gently grabbing his hand and molding it around the remote.

Laying on his side facing me, arm beneath supporting him while the other was stretched out surfing through the TV.

Clicking on something and letting it play. Placing the remote right beside his faced down phone. Laying his head on his arm below him, while his free hand was now placed on my knees and toying with the furry fabric of my cartoon pajama bottoms.

He whispered, almost to himself more than to me.

Arthur's eyes followed each stroke of his fingers, his mind somewhere miles away.

“How long have we known each other?”

My answer matched his quietness, fingers combing through his hair in the way I knew cooled down his senses.

“Like sixteen years”

With eyes now meeting mine while he smirks, his fingers now tugging at the furry fabric.

“Remember when we dated?”

I spoke between small falls of laughter.

“For like a week when we were like fifteen!”

“We never technically broke up.”

Playfully deadpanning at him, “So what, we're still dating?”

“Technically.”

“Wow, we're going fourteen strong?”

Continuing with the joke for a while longer before both being sucked into the film playing.

Before long, our eyes started to droop as the snowy weather outside dimmed the light from outside.

Arthur's head found its way into my lap as my fingers stayed tangled into his brown locs.

Only an hour or two had passed when Arthur arose first. Rubbing his eyes drowsily while picking his body up from mine.

The room was dim and the TV had long stopped playing. With the sight of me slumped against the headboard rather than properly laying down made Arthur wince.

Wrapping a gentle arm around my waist with the other behind my head, softly dragging me down to lay comfortably against the pillows.

A sigh living his lips before laying back down beside me, using the last of the natural light peaking through to trace my features with his eyes.

From the curve on my closed eyes to the slope of my nose and the pout of the lips he yearned to touch with his own.

Arthur was convinced Chris had done it on purpose with rooming us together. He was always doing something.

The three of us had known each other far longer than our online careers showed, it was honestly a blessing we all were able to work together in a field none of us had expected.

And when her eyes fluttered open and Arthur's face flushed in a way he knew he'd been caught the second a small giggle left my lips.

And now, Arthur was sharing a bed with the girl he yearned for since his early teenage years for work purposes.

“Why were you just staring at me?”

I softly chuckled, my voice rough with just waking and no louder than a whisper.

“Just thinking”

“Of?”

Arthur wasn't quite sure what possessed him to answer in the way he did next, embarrassment creeping into his neck quickly after; the only answer he got was another soft giggle.

That small dribble of laughter made Arthur unsure if I was laughing at him or with him.

“You.”

“What about me?”

I was unsure when it happened, but the air around us turned intimate. Alone in this tiny room where all the outside forces couldn't and wouldn't affect us. My eyes drifted to his lips, his nose, and beautifully brown eyes.

Hand crawling along the space between his like a spider, pointer finger gently rubbing loose each of his tense knuckles.

With no answer and hand gripping at the sheets as to hold himself back, eyes searching mine for reassurance and a bit of something else.

“Show me?”

Encouraging with a nod, his face growing closer to mine.

Arthur's nose tickled mine, his forehead against mine as if this was his way of pouring every declaration of adoration that racked his brain into mine.

And mere seconds later the ghost of his breath mingled with mine.

His lips were soft and tasted of something sweet. The longer it went on, the more we molded and melted together.

One hand tracing my jaw while the other was laced with my own fingers.

This kiss wasn't lustful, or demanding, or persuasive for more. It was soft, passionate, sweet; it was lovely, it was love, full of it. The kind you read in books and wish upon a star for.

Pulling away was only to take in a breath before going back in.

And when we did separate, with swollen lips and flushed faces, it was to admire the state of the other.

His hands didn't grope at my body, and my hand was only laid upon his neck to bring him closer.

Arthur proclaimed, fingers squeezing mine in promise and conviction.

“I love you,”

“And I don't want to move slow, or at any set pace. Just give me a chance.”

He continued, eyes boring into mine that made my stomach flutter but also twist.

Simply responding with a nod and moving my face to rest against his once again, all the previous tension and stress leaving our bodies as we just lounged against each other.

Limbs tangled in a way to get closer, and whispers that would stay hidden in the dark and travel across light.

But, for now. Each flake with an exotic pattern that danced in the air was the correspondent for each drop of adoration that flooded our hearts.

The snow outside falls slowly around, and the next day would be shoveled by the staff of the building.

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Silent Lullaby

Synopsis: a lullaby of actions that brings a family together

fem! reader x Javier Esculla

Word Count: 1.0k~

Contains: fluff

Warnings: found family, stepfather Javier

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The campfire crackled, ashes popping and drifting to the dirt below. The little bundle in your arms giggling as the guitar strings lured her slowly to sleep.

The moon's blanket draped over Javier’s smile, the soft pink that dusted his cheeks from something more than the night's chill. Although he'd never admit that.

The campfire’s light glittered against your eyes. Eyes that held only pure innocent adoration as you looked down at your child.

Javier had always wanted a family, and he felt sick to his stomach when he fantasized having a makeshift one with you. Taking the space your husband had left and slotting perfect although you and your child.

The day you had walked in besides Arthur and Dutch. Hair a frizzy mess of curls as you looked like an injured puppy anytime anyone would look at you too long. Your body curling around your sweet tiny child every night.

It was like something had clicked in his head, the final pieces of the puzzle coming together to form the perfect picture.

Javier was in deep, and it only dug deeper when you finally warmed up to everyone.

Giggling with the other ladies as you helped with chores as your growing child napped.

Helping Abigail with Jack whenever you were given the chance. To Javier, it was like a glimpse into the future when you kneeled in front of Jack to dust off his muddy clothes.

Even to him, complimenting his playing anytime he'd pull his guitar out. Helping him with a remedy only you know when he had drunk too much at the camp party the night before.

Gentle fingers running across his forehead as he laid on your lap. Gazing up at you while you hummed a song he'd later try to play. To impress you, always to impress you.

His rowdy campfire songs quickly drifted to soft lullabies whenever he saw you on the other side of camp trying to get the baby to sleep.

Or when an argument broke out in camp, how'd you gently grasp Jack's hand as you took the two children for a walk around the area that is the current surrounds of the camp.

And when they become more frequent, he begins joining you.

“Y/N!”

Javier called as he raced to join you, and arm on your shoulder as you turned to face him with a smile.

“Javi.”

Your soft sweet words make his ears ring and stomach flip, no matter what they were.

“Can I hold her?”

He's gestured towards the child in your arms. Who had grown out of their bundle and were now a mess of fussing legs and arms.

“Are you sure? She's not in the best mood.”

“Of course.”

Javier immediately reassures you as you pass your daughter to him.

It was almost like the baby knew the soft beat of Javier's heart was only for her and her mother. Calming down and snuggling into his arms.

Jack's little steps matched your own as you all walked along the river side, the voices from the camp now becoming quiet.

“You fish Javier?”

You hum, breaking the silence. Settling on a rock as Jack runs to play with some sticks and flowers.

“Love fishing, one of the things I'm good at.”

“You're good at alot, you know.”

That makes his heart soar to the moon and around the stars. The baby settled in his lap patting at the ground in the same tune as his rapid heart, dirt pitching between her fingers as she tried to bring it to her mouth. She was an observant little thing, in her own ways, of course.

“No no, Niña pequeña-”

Javier gasped, softly prying her fists apart and away from her mouth before turning to thank you.

Bringing your knees to your chest, resting your head on your knees as you admire the view before you. That being Javier and your daughter.

“Have you ever had kids?”

You pipe curiously, earning a simple shake of the head from Javier.

“I always wanted, but it hasn't happened yet.”

He expressed, delicately brushing the thin hair on top of your daughter’s head with his fingers.

“You’d be a good father, you're wonderful with her.”

A soft pink dusted his cheeks, before it turned into a full blown flustered mess.

“You really think?”

“Mhm,”

You hum simply, like it was the most obvious thing.

“I can tell she loves you.”

You continued, your fingers now joining Javier's. But instead of brushing your daughter's hair, you stroked the pads of your fingers against Javier's knuckles.

Javier wanted to explode. His nerves ignited from every end. Heart pleading against his ribcage to be set free.

“I love her,”

He said in a single tight breath.

“And you.”

He had also daydreamed of all the romantic ways he would confess.

On a day trip to town. Through a song. Setting out a picnic for just you two.

Yet, this moment, with her in his lap playing and you at his side easing his worries away, had to be the most perfect way.

You scoot closer to him, head gently laying on his shoulder. Free arm around his waist as the other continues to run across his knuckles.

Although no words were said, it was like your three heart beats were connected. All the shared feelings oozing out and creating a pool Javier would forever bask in.

“Look what I made for mommy!”

Jack boasted as he ran over to the small acquainted family. Proudly showing off the flower chain he made for Abigail.

“She'll love it Jack”

You smiled at the boy, snuggling more into Javier's side as Jack promised to make you one too.

“Do you fish?”

Javier asked, continuing the conversation from earlier as you both looked off into the river.

“Never learned how.”

“I'll have to teach you some time, I know a few good spots around here.”

Javier promised, hand linking with yours. A fish jumps out the waters before bubbling back down to his home.

Your baby girl claps her hand, as if cheering on the simple show.

“You like that Hija?”

Javier chuckled, head leaning against your own. His own version of paradise manifesting right before his very eyes.

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flustered james x male reader ? 👉👈

You gave me too much freedom with this anon....MWAHAHAHA

Falling for Fiction

Synopsis: two book lovers get their own dose of their favorite type of fiction.

masc! Reader x James Marriott

Word Count: 773

Contains: fluff

Warnings: my dream meet-cute.

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The weather held a chill that nipped at your nose and sung in your ears. The slight breeze whistling through your hair.

It was the brightest time of day, and you took advantage of the additional add of warmth. Walking to the bookstore right not too far from your flat.

It wasn't a big franchised store. A single mom-and-pop pop-up that has been around longer than you'd even lived in the area.

The store wasn't big in capacity either. The isle only spread enough for one person at a time to comfortably gaze at the beautiful array of stories offered.

You had called earlier, the old lady at the front knowing you by name. Your favorite romance author had just released a new addition to your favorite series, and you just needed to get your hands on it. Even though you would devour its contents by dinner time tonight.

Although, it didn't seem you were the only one. Reaching up, index finger tilting the book’s spine back. A warm, soft hand develops your own. Eyes widening as you look up to another man towering over you; the same flustered look as yours dawning on his features.

Black wired glasses perched on his nose, chocolate hair waved around his forehead and a beautiful flushed smile that enhanced his features with a beautiful light.

A sly smile caresses your lips, your finger sliding down the book's spine as you lean against the bookcase with crossed arms.

“Trying to have your own little meet-cute?”

You tease the gorgeous man, who looks down at his feet as his arms fall to his sides.

“I thought you were reaching for the book besides it.”

“Volume four? I already read it six months ago when it came out.”

You flaunt, head leaning against the hardcover books as the pink cover you both desire looms over you both.

Head lifting as he gazes over your form, a more shy smile lifting the edges of his mouth.

“You're a fan of the series?"

“Obviously, so I clearly deserve-”

The man cuts you off, lips lifting into a teasing grin.

“I met her before.”

“What!”

You exulted, a laugh bubbling at your throat.

“Yeah,” he proudly smiled. “So I obviously deserve it more.”

“What's your name anyways?”

You inquired, rolling your shoulders as you more fully against the shelf.

“James.”

“Y/N.”

You followed, analyzing more about the man in front of you.

James wore a tan overcoat, white turtleneck peeking out along with some forest green trousers. It was like he was a walking Pinterest board of the perfect guy in a bookshop like this one.

“The coffee here's great, you know.”

You hint, looking back up at him. The book above you momentarily forgotten.

“Really?”

James tints his head, arms mimicking yours as he crosses them.

“You've never had it?”

“I'm new to the area, first time here.”

An embarrassing giggle leaves your body before you bite your lip.

“What's your favorite story?”

James wondered, more out loud than he intended. Internally, his mind is searching for every answer to categorize you.

“Like in general? I love a good lovelorn, star-crossed lovers trope.”

“You're a masochist”

James guffawed, before fixing his tone with an awkward tone.

“Just a little.”

You replied, a dose of suggestiveness in your voice that sprinkled James' cheeks with pink.

Reaching over you, James grabs the book you both were here for. Gently flipping and caressing the pages.

“So, are you from the area, then?”

James inquires, his palm laying flat at one of the open pages.

“Yeah”

You hum with amused eyes, your interest peaked with what this man might suggest.

“Maybe you can show me around the best parts of town,”

He starts, slipping the front cover of the book shut with a final look before softly grabbing one of your hands and molding it around the book.

“And maybe I can borrow it after you're done.”

He finishes with a nod, a bright glowing blushed dusting his cheeks before he turns and walks out of the crowded aisle before you could get a word out.

When your mind finishes processing what had just occurred, you jolt up. Searching for James with no avail.

So, you continue your mission to the front count with a slight lump and jump in your heart.

It wasn't until you were curled up on your couch, coffee on the table. Frost dancing designs on your balcony glass door. A record scratching symphonies softly in the back when those few digits scratched and black pen fall out the cover of your new book. James' name at the very top.

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jimbo gets kissed by slightly intoxicated masc!reader at a holiday party at willne’s office, chaos ensues

run wild with this one

-☀️

My dear, lovely, anon

This was supposed to be out of my drafts centuries ago... please don't come at me with a pitchfork and torch with how short this is (⁠・⁠_⁠・⁠;⁠)

Liquid Courage

Synopsis: a bit of liquid courage gives one the bravery to initiate what's been on their mind.

masc!reader x James Marriott

Word Count: 664

Contains: fluff if you squint

Warnings: drunk reader, Willne playing matchmaker

[m.list]

The atmosphere that was once filled with festive music and not that alcoholic of drinks, was now blasting drill with people either walking straight or stumbling.

Will's hearty laugh rang into James’ ears as he pointed out some lyrics James had missed. Up against the wall, his social battery draining ages ago, the cup of juice in his hand tasting too bitter for his liking.

It wasn't that James didn't like these people, he actually thoroughly enjoyed everyone's presence here. Or he did an hour ago.

But now, he wanted to catch a Uber home. Maybe treat himself to a takeout that he would have to fend Otto off of. A perfect night in his book.

Or maybe he did wanna stay here, just a bit longer.

Belting out the slurred lyrics of the pop song that now pounded against the speaker. Arm clutching your stomach like you were actually trying, until a laugh bubbled up your throat and your drink flowed down the edges of the cup it sat in.

James was entranced. Plain to say. From how you had ditched your sweater when the alcohol you had consumed was enough to keep you warm. To the way your once neat hair was now a frizzy mess. Who knew people could have so much fun at a corporate party.

James knew you, or of you. Editing for Will for as long as he had known him, and Will trying to interfere with both of your lives.

“Look! Y/N is here!”

Will basically scream, the music was not that loud. At least to sober ears.

Will was absolutely convinced the two were meant, for reasons he'd rather keep to himself.

“Y/N!”

Will screamed once again.

James' cheeks flushed as you looked over at the two wallflowers. Walking to them. Him. Walking to him.

With glassy glazed eyes, and a cup of a terribly proportion cocktail swishing in your hand.

“James” you slurred, barely coherent. At least, that's what he thought you said. It sounded more like “Games”, but as long as it was directed at him. He was ok.

“Y/n”

James smiled, offering a side hug.

Both of your arms wrap around him, lips coming to chase a kiss onto his cheek.

“That's what the French do, no?”

You hum before continuing, looking up at him, “Wait, here.”

A single long, unmoving kiss onto his lips.

Your lips tasted like the most alcohol he's had in years, which made him flinch away.

Tilting your head as you pull away, “Uh sorry I-”

“No no, you're ok”

James quickly interjected, “It just tastes like alcohol” he laughed off.

Eyes looking on in horror as your jaw becomes slack. Laughing at your expression, looking to his side to share this moment only to see Will had gone.

“James wait I didn't, I wouldn't-”

One gentle, but firm, hand on your shoulder. A soft squeeze that turned to a half-done massage.

“I appreciate it, just, would enjoy it more…you know, with a bit more warning next time.”

You frantically nod, your buzzing mind pleading to make amends.

James looks you up and down with a giddy smile, “so, are you going to ask next time?”

“Can I kiss you James?”

“Yes”

It was breathless, and James was sure his lips landed on yours first. It wasn't rough or hurried, or lustful or intense.

James fingers skipped down your arm, gently prying your red cup out of your grip before intertwining your fingers together with his.

His other hand went up to your cheek, gently caressing it as he pulled away.

You're nodding at unspoken words when James looks down at you, his hand gently stroking your cheekbone.

“That was better,” James hums, his eyes darting away from you for a moment to see if Will had suddenly appeared.

And he did. Across the room, giving the most obnoxious thumbs up and giggling into his own hand. James would never hear the end of this.

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PART TWOO request for the most recent jimbo mazza fic

yn had feelings in uni as well but moved past it because he thought jimbo was only in it for his body

since starting seeing each other, they get smoochy on a date & y/n is worried james is only asking him out for the physical aspect.

james is a fumbling mess because he's not dated guys in quite awhile but in the end after some obliviousness on both sides and stumbling around the issue, james assures y/n and it would be cool if you freestyle some lightly steamy fluff💪

-☀️

At this point, these two deserve their own full length story because how much I love this storyline (⁠╥⁠﹏⁠╥⁠)

I know you asked for fluff, but these two need to go through it some more before they get their happy ending (⁠˘⁠･⁠_⁠･⁠˘⁠)

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Seven-Two-Oh

Synopsis: History always repeats itself for the two not-so-lovers.

masc! reader x James Marriott

Word Count: 1.0k

Contains: angst

Warnings: suggestive dialog and situations.

[m.list]

James wasn't sure if he should be absolutely distraught with how everything was going, or absolutely thrilled.

It was like how everything was in college, even how you pulled away after only three *official* dates.

The first date had begun like any other hang out from before. Tucked into the corner of a bustling café. Soft glow of the sun gives a halo to your soft brown hair.

Nose pointing straight down as your finger glides along the page of your song book, the same way it had gilded down him earlier this morning.

“Y/N.”

James piped, voice firm. As to pull you from your thoughts into his.

“This is a date, remember? Not a business meeting.”

“I thought you liked my music?”

“I do, but I like you more.”

James hums as he sips his iced coffee. Third one of the day.

The thing was, your music was you. It was your soul and heart. And you were starting to fear James was far from searching for this.

Closing your leather bound notebook with a sigh, pitching the bridge of your nose.

“I just remembered, I have a meeting in an hour”

You lie through your teeth, trying to seem frustrated and guilty all at the same time.

“I can walk you-”

No, please. Anything but that.

You quickly interject, insisting you'll pay and James needs some sleep anyway. Before hurrying out of the café without a look back and no clear direction of where you were going.

Not only was James not able to shake the deja vu of your university days, but neither were you. For two completely different reasons.

Everything was playing out the same, like a scratched DVD on repeat. You shouldn't have kissed on the first date, or taken him to bed on the second.

The bar table where neither of you actually ever drank, just the atmosphere was enough to have glitter running through your veins.

A simple hand on his thigh, gently stroking. Mindlessly stroking. Innocently.

Until his hand matches yours and leads you higher. Until a gasp left your lips and you stumbled out the bar with swollen lips and drunk on something far from alcohol in your system.

Or, how a simple song session turned from your fingers playing a soft tune that mesmerized James. To a completely different tone of you biting your knuckles that intoxicated his senses.

This all replayed, memories of now and uni mending and pulling in all directions.

And James couldn't be more clueless. As to why things were going south so quickly, anyways.

You wanted slow, but not in bed. In feelings. You had fallen for James so hard during your secret arrangement years ago, you had to be completely indifferent to save yourself from the sinking hole of love.

When James doesn't get a call back immediately, he panics. When your texts start losing enthusiasm only James would notice, Otto is the first to hear about it. Besides Will.

It had been one month of you canceling and rescheduling. 30 whole days of you typing. Deleting. Typing. And never sending.

Showing up at your place unannounced, the last text he had sent was a poor excuse of his cat missing you. Otto couldn't care less. But that didn't matter. The fact you wouldn't even open it had James catching the nearest train.

Was there someone else? Would you open the door flushed pink and panting with a blanket around you?

You wouldn't do that to him. Right? You were his guy. The guy that isn't like the others. The one he didn't need a pitiful dating site to find. His one.

You had to be. James wouldn't have it any other way.

Is what he told himself when you finally opened the door with a sleepy expression and trashy reality TV on in the background.

“Oh, James.”

“Oh, Y/N.”

He retorted humorously with a false smile.

“What…are you doing here? Did we have plans?”

“No I…”

Missed you.

“Was just coming to check on you, haven't talked much in the last…”

James looks at his watch, passive aggressiveness and condescending seeping through his words.

“Few days, has it been?”

Seven hundred and twenty hours. James googled it on the train here. And it only infected his mind by the hour. A sinful nasty demon possessing his soul and words.

You just looked at him in a daze, mouth gulping the air like a fish bubbling water to breathe.

“I..I know how long it's been James.”

You stuttered, words tripping over stones of anxiety in their path.

“So, you did it on purpose?”

“James I…’

Giving you a look like he wanted answers. He wanted in, you wanted him out.

“I don't want just a hookup. Maybe I was okay with that when we were younger. I wasn't but uh..that was different. I'm not him anymore. And I can't be that for you.”

James' nerves ignited. Not in anger. Or embarrassment. Or even lust.

Just pure, spiked edged, guilt.

He made you feel like another thing he could use and dispose of. Something he'd never do, to even his worst acquaintance.

and yet, you, the love of his life. Or, who he had convinced himself was. Was telling him, you thought he saw you as nothing more than a temporary lasting sensation. One he could reach on his own when desperate.

Until his body moves before his mind, arms wrapping around you. Head dipping to hide in his shoulders. A restrained sob pulling at his vocal cords.

James wanted to hold him there. Until his head stopped pounding, and his thoughts straightened out. Until he regretted this moment every time he laid in bed.

“Slow. You wanted that. And I didn't give, I'm truly sorry”

James' hands slide from your wrist, prying open your palms so his fingers could intertwine with yours.

“But I do want you, more than just…just for a sensation. I wanna feel something. Not just someone.”

This was all said with a rough mutter against your shoulder. The fabric of your sweater itching at James’ beard.

Your arm gently rubs his, trying to soothe him as the next words fell from your lips with a mumble.

“I can't guarantee anything, James. But, I can try. Again.”

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hello!!

would you be able to do a james marriott 1 shot x male y/n? where james asks y/n out to go to a concert date and end up kissin and having a lovely flustered time together at the date

-☀️

- oh em gee anon this was such a fun idea to write ꒰⁠⑅⁠ᵕ⁠༚⁠ᵕ⁠꒱⁠˖⁠♡

I tried my best, thank you so much for requesting ^_^ cheers!

Melodies and Memories

Synopsis: two lovers embark on a concert date.

masc! Reader x James Marriott

Word Count: 800~

Contains: fluff

Warnings: established relationship, nothing else really

[m.list]

Knuckles clicking with each stretch of his fingers, palms clammy as his mind reeled with endless possibilities and conclusions.

Your door was only a knock away, yet James wanted to run right back down the hall to the sanctuary of his own flat.

With an unsteady rhythm against the red metal door, feet doing a small uncoordinated dance as the pat of your feet walking to the door spiked James’ heart rate.

“Hey” you chuckled casually.

Hair tossed into a perfect mess on the top of your head that curled in every direction and a simple navy sweater draped along your torso.

Chewing his bottom lip as he took a step inside, settling up the familiarity of your living room as you shut the door behind him.

“So uh, I bought tickets for this gig later.” James started off.

It wasn't that this would be the first date, far from it. He just wasn't used to things going so well.

“Oh?” You yawned, settling besides James. An arm automatically going around his shoulder and your feet kicking up on the table.

“Yeah, wanted to see if you'd want to go.” He continued, tone slowly settling into a casual pitch. Head leaning back to lay in the crevice of your elbow.

“Yeah, I'll go” an answer so simple, James had expected more inquiries.

“That's it?”

“What?”

“You're not going to ask more?”

“It's time spent with you, and I have nothing else for the evening.”

A sigh escaped his lips as he looked up at the ceiling. Everything was so easy with you.

The sun's golden glow settled as a beautiful purple dotted the sky.

The bustling street life played an energetic soundtrack to the conversation between James and you as the pair made their way to the small venue.

“I could definitely parkour off that building.” You playfully challenged as James walked beside you. Bewildered by your sudden surge in energy.

“No you couldn't.” He laughed.

“Yuh uh, watch me."

Gently wrapping his hand around your wrist, immediately putting a stop to whatever idea you had just conjured within the past minute.

As you both walked along, James’ fingers danced around your wrist until they perfectly slid along yours.

A reassuring squeeze as the two walk into the venue. Finding a cozy spot against a wall with a clear view of the stage.

Head leaning back against the building as you mindlessly scrolled through social media with your free hand; the other nicely nested with James’.

He couldn't help but admire your casual form, how you seemed so carefree being here with him.

Eyes darting to him as you feel his stare, “Take a picture, it'll last longer.”, you muttered.

Pulling out his phone at the idea, stretching out his arm to capture a photo of you two.

“Actually smile in this one” James playfully threatens. Snapping a few in a row, an idea conjures in your head.

Before James could realize what was happening, your lips were on his. A few blurry photos snapped before James let's your hand go to gently cusp your jaw.

Only detaching your lips, nose still brushing against his as you glance at the stage.

“We could run to the bathroom-”

“I'm not hooking up with you in a nasty bathroom.”

James quickly rejects, just the thought of being in the stall giving him chills.

Playing groaning, wrapping your arm around James’ shoulders as your head lays against him.

Before long the concert started with a guitar riff and the activity you both had originally came here for commenced.

James never saw himself absolutely losing himself in laughter at a concert, but here he was.

Your hands in his as you playfully dance with him, the concert floor your personal ballroom.

“You're a terrible dancer” you playfully scoff with a roll of your eyes, letting go of James’ hands to do some extravagant dance move with your hands.

A soft blush dusted James' cheeks, whether it was from you or the dancing, he'll never admit.

The concert ended just when it just felt like it was beginning, your energetic attitude following you two back to your flat.

Arm slinging around your shoulder as you typed out a text to your group chat, James making sure the both of you weren't drifting onto upcoming traffic.

“Did you like the concert?” He asked, it wasn't a pressing question. Just something to fill in the silence.

“Mhm, it was cool. I'll have to remember to follow the guy when we get home.”

“You wanna get dinner?” James continued, curiously glancing at your device as you set a photo that you snapped of you two to your friends.

“I bought stuff to cook if you just wanna stay over.”

Delighted at the idea of spreading the rest of the night with you, or however long you let him stay around.

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as a girl obsessed with merry christmas, please don’t call, your last fic hit so good omg

Thank you so much (⁠≧⁠▽⁠≦⁠)

I've been OBSESSED with that song since it came out, I just knew I needed to write something involving it!

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How must I tell you I knew you far too long.

Dreaming of counting the freckles that dusted your cheeks long before you could pronounce my name. Playing the part of first impressions when your mark has already scarred my skin.

Cheeks heating as you brushed off my flusteredness for shyness. Cursing your name as you claim to want someone like me, not me. Never me.

If I were born with your preference, would my pieces align with yours? Born a second earlier, would our stars align in something rather than an X?

Hate cannot muster without passion. An inferno that ignites my veins with every friendly gesture. How I would like to burn you too, our ashes mixing into one.

Finally would we be one. Getting under your skin enough for you to recognize my worship.

Why must you be my karma? Redemption for all those before who begged affection and I plead the oath of friendship. Not more. Everyday less. Was it envy that watched the stars in your eyes die as he claimed your skin, or were they now reflecting elsewhere. My moon no longer enough to shine upon your garden.

He's yours and you are his. Yet I see me in the way you walk. The names you whisper in the cloak of night were once for me.

How different you were when I dug my claws into you. Now a soulless version of myself I see as I look at the broken mirror reflected in your eyes.

But as I retreat back to my darkness, you cling to my image. Or am I observing the parts you stole from me too closely? The crown you wear has my name etched into its metals. Your name tattooed into my soul. Our paths a never ending figure eight.

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jimbo bumps into his old university masc!roommate that he experimented with when he was questioning if he was queer

they’re flustered but roommate y/n invites james to hang out/make music

james has lingering feelings, y/n is oblivious

james asks y/n out after they’ve hung out as “old friends” off and on for a few weeks tehee

-☀️

Anything for my favorite fellow jimbo enjoyer ＼⁠(⁠^⁠o⁠^⁠)⁠／

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Striking the Right Cord

Synopsis: two past not-so-lovers rekindle through music

masc!reader x James Marriott

Word Count: 1.2k ~

Contains: angst if you squint

Warnings: second chance romance teehe

[m.list]

Heavy breathing, skin against skin, and kisses that wouldn't linger through the morning. That's how James remembered it.

And when his producer brought up that oh so familiar name, he prayed to every God that there just happened to another y/n in the universe. A y/n that just happened to fit every characteristic that he had fallen for back at uni.

Fingers tapping against his wooden desk, eyes void as he conjured up conversation topics. A familiar pit nesting into his chest. Lips pushing into a tight line as your laughter reverberated from down that hall. Fists tightening against his thigh, what could possibly be so funny?

The door opens with a faint creek. “Hey James,” you said so simply. The corners of your grin striking James nerves, and heart. Tossing your bag to the side of his desk, sliding into the chair he brought into the room solely for your presence.

“They said you just wanted help with the mixing?”

Blinking a few times to get out of his head. It had been years, of course you could talk with no lingering feelings. It was never a real relationship in the first place.

“Yeah yeah, just some fine tuning. They said your sound would probably work well with the song.”

It was like James was on autopilot, just repeating what had been told to him.

Leaning over, fingers playing and arranging sections every few moments. Keys clacking against every beat, the raw demo of James singing making him cringe. Snipping, adding, rearranging. A sigh of frustration escaping through your lips.

“Would I be able to get you in the studio to rerecord? For a different tone.”

“Uh, sure. I guess”

“Great,” pushing your headphones back so they rest around your neck, mindlessly toying with the cord. “I have a makeshift studio at my flat. Come around sometime during the week.”

Your flat, really? What had he done to warrant such reactions from the universe?

“Sure.”

A simple answer for a simple question.

Days passed, the wind singing a song that disheaved James' hair as he walked towards your street. Guitar on his back and bag in his hand, everything he needed for a recording session.

Three simple knocks on your door, a knock that was distinctly his since you had known him.

“Hey man, you made it!”

Hand on his shoulder as you lead him inside your sanctuary. You had always been the touchy time, and James knew every touch you could possess.

Your studio was much more than James was expecting, it wasn't the most glamorous thing, but it still was more than James ever envisioned.

Imagining a spare closet he'd have to squeeze in, he was met with a room almost dedicated solely to your multiple machines of music. Even a funny looking mic that you promised would give out the same quality as an actual production studio.

With a small futon an odd teal color pushed at the fair wall, under a window that was completely blocked off. Posters of artists from every music genre covered the walls where acoustic panels didn't.

Rushing to pick up the office chair that was flipped onto its side with a flushed expression.

“Sit.”

Of course you encouraged him to sit on the chair with plush cushions, tossing yourself aside to sit upon the wooden dining chair you had just drugged in.

Pulling out a notebook, James tried to decipher your chicken scratch. It seemed those misshapen lines were your exact plans for this recording.

You even had a demo recording. The lyrics James wrote on a lonely night dripping from your lips like a sweet honey.

You went on and on. On how this direction would fit this song more. How it would suit his voice better. Yet, James couldn't help but agree to every syllable uttered out of those pretty little lips.

Whether it was just old feels resurfacing, or the association his brain had with your musk. Whatever it was bad James’ cheeks flushing and leg jittering everytime the conversation lasted longer than a yes or no question.

This routine went on far longer than James would have imagined. The meetings of pure transactional business mingled with casual hang outs.

So much so, a few weeks later after many low-key hangouts that filled the air with music, old stories, And long talks under dim bar lights neither party even had a sip at, James couldn't shake the old feelings they kept resurfacing.

The lingering feelings bit at every nerve in James' system at how oblivious you were. Perfectly content with this makeshift friendship that had fostered between the two. And for days on end James couldn't bring himself to ruin the safe bubble that had formed. Even if every laugh that dove out of your lips, and every shared moment with you made his head and heart ache.

It wasn't until one evening, after a production session had stretched into the long hours of the night, that the ache in James' chest grew unbearable.

Sitting upon your teal futon, just enough space between the two that James and your thighs brushed. The silence was still and comfortable, mindlessly scrolling beside him. A smoothie you had prepared in a flask, after you had admitted you were a social drinker, laying on your propped up knee. Yet the silence was so deafening James couldn't ignore it's call.

Hands in his lap, fingers scratching at each other. “So uh..I've been thinking.”

James didn't miss the way your attention immediately went onto him. Phone shutting off with a click and your shoulders turning towards him.

“What's up?” You spoke soft and calmly, not an ounce of anxiety scratching at your throat.

“About us,” James began quietly, the words tasting bitter and foreign on his tongue. But oddly, at home. “I mean, it's just,” James sighs mid sentence, unable to look you in the eye as he turns away.

The soft glow of the artificial light casted a shadow along James’ face that perfectly masked his flushed cheeks.

“We've been hanging out a lot recently and it's just bringing up old feelings I…I have feelings for you Y/N.”

Y/n blinks in surprise, “Wait, what?” He asks with that oh so familiar grin that stabbed at his heart.

“I thought we were just, you know, old friends reconnecting. Like we used to.”

“No Y/N I-” James hesitated, taking a deep breath before continuing. “I don't mean what we've been doing I…I'm asking you out.”

Y/n’s eyes softened, a thoughtful looking passing over his features. And for just a moment, James feared if he just made a grave mistake. Expecting rejection, or at best, an awkward chuckle and pat on the shoulder.

But instead, he's met with a light shy smile and the center of his adoration voice only above a whisper. “James, I had no idea you felt this way. I don't know what to say.”

Just as James' heart sank to the deepest depths, Y/n’s hand reached out and tangled with his. He gave a light reassuring squeeze to James' hand. One that whisked his breath away.

“I care about you James, I do. Although I…I don't know where I stand. I'll go slow, if you think I have potential.”

James didn't know if he should feel enthusiastic, or disappointed. Mixed feelings mustered within that pit in his chest and ignited his brain.

“I’d like that…to go slow.”

James nodded. This time he was reassuringly squeezing your hand.