vegas-ready

what happens in vegas pt. 1

*I had to re-upload as i accidentally the original post!*

◇ summary: It was supposed to be a weekend of mischief and fun, but when your ex-boyfriend tags along you soon realize that what happens in Vegas, doesn’t always stay in Vegas

◇ pairing: reader x Jungkook

◇ genre: angst, smut, childhood sweethearts

◇ word count: 6,508

◇ warnings: alcohol use, language, explicit sexual content

“Please tell me why we are going to the airport at 4 in the damn morning?” you groan, handing your suitcase over to your cab driver who is trying hard not to laugh at your current state of sweatpants wrapped in a denim jacket.

Wendy rolls her eyes, “Y/N, we are only going to be in Vegas for 2 nights. We need to make the most of it. Plus, the tickets were like $100 less than if we left later in the afternoon. Just sleep on the plane.”

She gets in the back of the cab, hoping to close the door before your sharp tongue can come with a witty remark. But you aren’t about to let her off the hook that easily. You throw open the door, sliding into the seat next to her.

“Y/N, I don’t want to hear it. You are not going to ruin this for me! It’s my bacholerette party. I only get one” Wendy snaps, holding her hand to your face as you buckle your seat belt.

“If you’re lucky,” you mutter under your breathe, making your best friend smack your thigh loudly.

The rest of the drive is spent in silence as both of you are too tired to try and make conversation, especially since you had been up almost the entire night watching Wendy pick out her clothes for the next 2 nights. Two of you spent almost an hour picking out a black dress that looked identical to every other black dress she owned, but swore was different. As the dark purple circles settled under your eyes this morning, the only thing on your mind was getting through security and popping a Nyquil so that you could spend the rest of the flight in peace.

“We’re here,” Wendy whispers, shaking your shoulder to wake you up after what felt like five minutes. Her eyes shift past you, focusing the on something behind you, “I should have probably told you sooner, but Jungkook is coming.”

“And you’re telling me this now?” pointing to the airport outside the window “You decide to inform me that my ex-boyfriend is coming on this trip right now? You told me two days ago that he wasn’t coming because of work.” you hiss, chasing your best friend out of the car and towards the trunk.

“And he wasn’t going to! But then he called Namjoon yesterday and told him that he had managed to get the time off.” Wendy all but pleads for forgiveness, hiding behind the cab driver.

“You should’ve told him he wasn’t invited! That the plane was completely booked! The hotel was completely booked! Anything!”

She shrugs, “He’s Namjoon’s best friend, Y/N. And he had already bought his ticket, what was I supposed to do?”

You take your suitcase from the driver and make a beeline for the airport entrance, “I’m not speaking to you until we get to the gate.”

Wendy knows better than to push you when you’re upset, that law school and your work had given you a short fuse. Your attitude worked in the courtroom, helping your clients leave feeling happy and content and divorced while they fill your pockets with the end of their marriage. But it didn’t always translate the same to your personal life and most of your loved ones knew to stay far away when you were upset, knowing that your emotional time bomb was slowly ticking away.

It isn’t until you’ve both winded your way around the security line that you turn your attention to your best friend and ask, “Is he on our flight?”

Wendy chews on her lip before answering, “He and Namjoon are already waiting at the gate.”

You take a deep breath, trying your best to mentally prepare yourself for seeing your childhood sweetheart for the first time in almost a year.

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Dog Park || Archie Andrews x Reader

Show: Riverdale

Request: Hey! 😊 can you please do a Archie x reader where the readers dog and Archie’s are friends and are their owners wingman? Just general fluff with cute doggos (if you can can the dog be a female black Labrador but referred to as d/n (dogs name) please and thank you!!

Warning(s): None :)

A/N: I just got my laptop back which kinda irks me since my schedule’s thrown off now but I will be posting two things today. One for yesterday and one for today. Also this may be kinda crappy since I have writer’s block but I’m too stubborn to not write.

Word Count: 764

Originally posted by multifandomimagines-17

The sun was out, there were few clouds in the sky, and it was seemingly a perfect day. It also happened to be the day you take your dog to the dog park to meet her friends.

“(Y/D/N), you wanna go to the park today?” your black lab jumped to her feet and jumped excitedly in her spot while you reach down to put her leash on her, “Let’s go,” with that, she was out the door as quick as she could be with you holding onto her.

The dog park was a few blocks from your house so you saw no point in driving there. Especially since there was amazing weather. Of course it was just the beginning of spring so the ground was spotted with patches of snow that haven’t yet melted and the trees still had plenty of bare branches dancing in the breeze that blew past you. The walk was quiet up until you got to the corner of the block where the dog park was and the sounds of barking filled the air. Once you found a place to sit, you let your dog off the leash and watched her run around and play.

“Is anyone sitting here?” you looked up and to your left to see a tall and very attractive guy standing there.

“No, it’s all yours.”

“I’m Archie,” he smiled at you and waited patiently for you to say something.

“I’m (Y/N),” from there a conversation spurred. You both were almost too into your conversation to notice that your dogs were heading back to you both, ready to go home to eat and sleep, “I guess, it’s time to go. (Y/D/N) is probably tired.”

“Yeah, Vegas looks ready too. So will you be here next week?” Archie hoped you would say yes. He really liked getting to know about you.

“Yeah, we come here every week. Will you?” and secretly, you really enjoyed spending the time talking to him.

“I will be. Alright, I’ll see you next week?” you nodded as you both shyly looked away and went to walk home.

And so for the next month, you two spent two hours every week talking to each other at the park while your dogs played. They got close as well and with every week, they would get you two to join in on the playing or go for a walk together.

“(Y/N), can I get your number?” his voice was quiet as he kept his eyes down.

“Of course,” you pulled your phone out and handed it to him while he pulled his out and handed it to you.

“Thank you,” a content smile was shared between you two before your dog started to tug her leash in the direction that would lead you two home.

“We better get going before she gets too tired to move. I’ll see you next week.”

“Yeah, I’ll text you.”

On top of your weekly meetings at the park, you two were texting all the time. And as much as you wanted to tell him how much you’ve grown to like him every time he sent you a crappy joke, you opted not to. He sent mixed signals and you didn’t want to misread them and ruin the friendship that had grow between you two.

“Hey, (Y/N),” you jumped at the sudden voice behind you and turned to meet a chuckling Archie, “Did I scare you?”

“A little,” Vegas jumped on the bench and rested her head in his lap while your dog rested at your feet. Neither one of them seemed like they were ready to play just yet. But that didn’t stop your conversation from going and it continued even as you two stood to go for a walk with your dogs. Of course, your dogs had a different plan as they chased each other around your feet like you two were in ‘101 Dalmatians’. Their leashes were tangled and yours and Archie’s faces were mere inches apart, “Uh, hi,” he simply smiled at you while he studied your features.

He had grasped the fact that you were beautiful but he had never seemed to grasp what about you physically made you beautiful. Without a word, you two stood there studying each other and very slowly closing the small space between you two. And never had you been kissed so gently by someone. When you pulled back, his face was tinged pink.

“Weird time to ask this but do you want to go on a date?”

“Once we get out of this tangled mess, I would love to.”

I hope you like it

~Ace~

Larry at iheartradio festival

So let’s talk about this weekend because the Larents have been extra as fuck.



Lairport 3.0?

Okay so no, there wasn’t another ‘Lairport’ incident, but we did however get this post from BEFORE Harry’s performance,

This photo was taken on the 22nd, meaning Louis was in Vegas on the 22nd ready to support Harry. The ‘#larryisreal” is also interesting because I want to know what made him write that? Most of my logic is telling me that he only used it to bring loads of excited fangirls to his page so he could get more likes and publicity. This makes a lot of sense, however if you look through his posts you’ll notice he doesn’t use ‘clickbait’ per say (suggestive hashtags) very often, if at all. He’s met a lot of celebrities and I haven’t found a post where he uses suggestive tags before this one. Also, using Larry for likes and comments is disgusting if you ask me, and obviously I don’t know what this guy is like, but he seemed to really respect Louis. 

Encouraging ‘hated’ rumours about a guy you really respect seems counter intuitive to me. 

Speaking of being a supportive husband these two videos came out.

This one you can hear someone who sounds an awful lot like Louis saying “you’re welcome”

And in this one Louis voice is saying “yeah I know”. People also picked up on the fact that this must’ve been filmed from a VIP box considering the lack of screams, making the possibility of it being Louis even more likely. 

Finally, this video came out, which killed me. I KNOW it’s reaching, but it made my Larrie heart warm




Extra™ Outfits 

Harry

So Harry’s outfit was extra from the offset. With his rope patterned suit and his shirt covered in roses.

Can we also point out how Harry has had his neck covered since his first show (where his chest was pretty much on full display). Louis what did you do to him ;)

Louis 

1. DENIM JACKET

2. ARE HIS ANKLES COMING BACK????

So moving on from that, his outfits also seemed to be sending a message. 

Idk if I’m reaching, but that, combined with his new style, his ANKLES, the fact that he’s clean shaven and is GLOWING with happiness -

( X )

( X )

( X Look at his fond face when he gets called Harry)

- make me feel like something good is coming. Also, all this has coincincided with Eleanor getting a job (woah calm down a job! Ikr) at a modelling agency. So I don’t wanna get my hopes up, but maybe Elounor 2.0 is coming to an end? 




Random shit

So the last thing I wanted to talk about was this

I literally don’t know what to say about this, apart from ‘how the fuck were they allowed to word it like that?’ 

Basically my Larrie ass was on fire this weekend and I feel like something big (but good) is coming. But I also don’t wanna get my hopes up so I’ll try and chill.

Also, look at the husbands 





That’s all for now. I might start doing weekly update posts like this (if I have time) and I’ll leave you with the purest friendship in the world. Adios bitches, Larry is real ✌💙💚

Real Life Encounters Part 2

Pairing: MMA!Jason Todd/Torres x (fem!)Reader

Prompt: what if you met a real life Jason Todd? Amazing right? Here’s how it would go…

Words: 3093 (I KNOW THATS A LOT I SURPRISED MY OWN SELF)

Warnings: asshole creeps, foul language, ppl getting punched

A/N here’s part two because I really like this series! Who doesn’t like thinking of the possibility of a real life Jason Todd and batfam? Also I gave you a Latina best friend because they’re really nice.


The day after, aka the day of Jason’s fight, you had an incredibly busy day at the big expo the company you worked for was holding. You started at 6:00 am and now you were getting off at 6:00 pm. A whole twelve hours running around a hotel, sitting in various lectures, one of which was a TED Talk, participating in activities with your coworkers.…needless to say, you were exhausted.

You walked down the steps of the hotel that hosted the expo with your best friend at work, Wendy De La Vega, dressed down and ready to go out to eat.

“Twelve hours. We’ve been running around for twelve hours and I’m ready to collapse on the bed,” you told Wendy.

“Same but I haven’t had anything to eat for 6 hours I’m so hungry,” Wendy replied.

Around that time, Jason was coming around the corner with a few flowers to surprise you with. Since the night before, he hadn’t been able to get you out of his head, and spent the rest of his night coming up with ways to impress you the next day. His eldest brother told him flowers, not a full bouquet, but 5 roses would be enough to make you smile.

As Jason turned the corner, he saw you and your friend coming down the steps and quickly moved toward you to catch you before you got too far away.

“Hi,” he said as he suddenly approached you and Wendy. You were taken by surprise and gaped up at Jason in shock. What was he doing here?

“Hey!” you said, finally finding the words to say. Wendy, whose jaw was dropped, was looking back and forth between you and Jason. How on earth did her best friend know a guy like him?

“What are you doing here?” you asked Jason. His heart fell a bit; you had forgotten about his match today.

“ I came to pick you up for my fight,” he explained. You suddenly remembered last night’s events and you widened your eyes in realization.

“Oh my gosh that’s right! I’m so sorry, today has been hectic, I’ve worked for nearly 12 hours,” you told him. Jason nodded in understanding.

“That’s fine, I just hope you don’t have plans…” he trailed off.

“No! She has no plans! Y/N, mija, go!” Wendy gestured to Jason.

“But dinner…?” you asked her.

“We can get it tomorrow! Don’t worry about it! Now go!” Wendy said.

“You can come too if you want,” Jason told Wendy. She looked up at him in surprise.

“I appreciate the offer, but I think I’ll have to pass. Besides, you made plans with Y/N, not Y/N and Wendy.” Wendy brushed it off. As you began to protest, Wendy lightly pushed you straight into Jason to make you go with him, and walked back into the hotel, waving goodbye.

Jason had absentmindedly put his hand on the small of your back to steady you when you nearly crashed into him, but quickly removed it because he didn’t want to make you uncomfortable. After you stepped away from him a bit, you looked up at him with a smile.

“Looks like it’s just us,” You shrugged sheepishly. He gave you a warm smile in return and decided it would be a good time to give you the roses.

“I got you these” he pulled the flowers out from behind his back. Your eyes widened at the roses, but your shocked expression soon faded into a soft smile. A blush crept onto your cheeks and you looked down to hide it away.

“Thank you,” you took the flowers from him.

“You’re welcome,” he said.

“We should…probably get going,” you looked up at him again.

“We can swing by a nearby restaurant if you want something to eat,” he suggested. “My fight isn’t for another hour and a half.”

“That would be phenomenal,” you beamed.

And with that, Jason whisked you away to get some food, which, in fact is the true way to the heart.

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Falling In Reverse - Epilogue

A/N: alright so if you can then whilst you’re reading this chapter I want you to play Take Me As I Am by Au Revoir Simone cos it kinda inspired the ending somehow. Like if this were a scene in a show or movie, that would be accompanying it.

Spencer hadn’t been in this area of town for nearly two years. Twenty two months to be exact. Not that he’d had much reason to visit this area before he’d met her anyway but after she’d disappeared from his life, he didn’t want to go anywhere that reminded him. Reminded him of everything he’d had but had lost.

He’d signed the divorce papers, he didn’t feel he had much choice. And then he’d wallowed and grieved for a few months before deciding that he needed to pick himself back up and get on with his life. He was no longer a husband and no longer a father. After advice from Rossi he booked into see a counsellor. He had a lot of  angry feelings that he hadn’t known what to do with. The counsellor had helped him realise that none of this was his fault, nor was it Y/N’s. The counsellor had voiced thoughts that Spencer had pushed to the back of his mind because he’d been angry with her for shutting him out, that losing her child had put her into a depression which had controlled her actions. It had been a major shock to both of their systems, hers even more so as her body had been so prepared for motherhood, a motherhood that had been cruelly taken away. All of those hormones running through her body, and really now that Spencer could think about this logically, he could understand how her mind had been so clouded.

He hadn’t seen her since that day in Vegas. Hadn’t heard from her at all in fact. Her father had contacted him to make arrangements to pick her things up from the house, him apologising to Spencer profusely for the way things had ended. Her father had seemed to understand some of Spencer’s pain, clasping him on the shoulder as he’d left.

He was in a much better place now though, he’d even allowed himself to be set up on a blind date the other week by Derek. It hadn’t been the most successful of outings but he was getting out there again, something he hadn’t seen himself doing for a long time.

Spencer turned down the street where the bookshop where Y/N used to work was. He knew the owner had passed away a few months ago, it had made the local headlines as she been a much loved member of the community. He spied the storefront, wondering what would happen to it now and noticed that the sign had been replaced already.

“Charley’s Chapters”

Charley?

He crossed the road seeing the closer he got that the store seemed to be undergoing some kind of renovation. The bookcases were all pushed to one side and covered up, and there was various pots of paint scattered around the place. Standing closer to the windows still, he was suprised when the door that led to back room opened and out walked Y/N.

She stopped, seeing him standing outside the shop almost immediately. Spencer watched the emotions on her face change from suprised to scared, then to something he couldn’t read. She crossed the room and unlocked the door, opening it up to him.

Hesitating only slightly he stepped inside.

“Hi,” she said quietly, brushing a strand of hair back behind her ear. Her cheek had a smudge of pale blue paint on it and he wondered if she even knew it was there.

“Hi.”

“Well this isn’t awkward at all,” she grimaced momentarily, her eyes flickering around the room before meeting his.

“No, of course not,” he raised his eyebrows and then studied her. She looked good. Still perfectly beautiful in his eyes, although she looked a lot more together than the last time he’d seen her. The light was back in her eyes again.

“So, Charley’s Chapters?”

She nodded. “Sal left the store to me. She didn’t have any children. I deliberated for weeks over whether to come back and then one morning I just woke up and realised I was ready. Vegas wasn’t my home, here is.”

Reid nodded not quite knowing what to say right now. It turned out, he didn’t have to.

“Spencer I’m sorry. For the way I treated you, for the way I ended things.”

“Y/N, you don’t need to…. ”

She interupted him, “Yes, I do. I was horrific to you. You were hurting too and I just… I just shut down. All I remember thinking is that we were only together for the baby and because that wasn’t there anymore, that we weren’t either. These voices in my head kept telling me you hated me for losing him and just wanted us to have another baby straight away. I couldn’t handle anything.. ”

“Please, you don’t need to explain this to me,” Spencer reached out his hand to touch her arm, then dropped it rapidly. She looked disappointed somehow.

“I do. I wanted to write to you, I wanted to call you, to tell you how sorry I am. I threw away everything we had. I was going to try to make contact once I’d been back here a few weeks, once I was settled. I kinda had it all planned out, a big apology but now…. I just…. ”

She swiped at her face, the paint smudge smudging even more when a tear wetted it. She took a deep breath, biting her lip before the words she’d wanted to say for months fell out. The words her therapist that had gotten her through these past two years had told her she should send to him in a letter if she really meant them, that maybe there was still a chance.

“Spencer, I miss you.”

He was taken aback, shocked by the emotions in her voice and her words.

Still, he found himself immediately replying.

“I miss you too.”

The air seemed to grow lighter and both Spencer and Y/N felt something spark inside of them. Just something small, possibility maybe. Hope?

They’d done everything backwards when they first met but here they were, two people standing in front of each other, all of the heartache they’d endured both between them and separately no longer hanging over them like a storm cloud. Instead they had the knowledge of what had happened between them, and how they’d both dealt with it and moved on. And they also had the knowledge that they both missed each other.

Perhaps…. Perhaps if they did things differently this time?

“Spencer, erm…. I was going to go and get some lunch. Would you maybe wanna join me?” her words shook, nerves coating them. This wasn’t the cocky, confident girl from the plane.

Spencer opened his mouth and closed it again, a million and one reasons to say no to her rushing through his brain. And then suddenly, just the one reason to say yes to her. He wanted to. And that was enough.

“Sure. Just…. One thing?”

She nodded and he reached into his messenger bag and pulled out a clean handkerchief, reaching out and wiping at the paint smudge on her cheek, cupping her chin with his other hand. It came away easily now that her brief tears had wetted it.

She smiled at him, realising what he had done and he smiled back. As he pulled his hand away they both felt a burning warmth where the contact had been made.

“Better?” she asked him.

“Better,” he agreed.

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           "I said I’d be there didn’t I?“ I asked, mildly struggling as I held my phone to my ear with my shoulder and lifted my suitcase into the trunk of my car.
           "Don’t use that tone with me, I’m not there to punish you for it,” Jared chided and I rolled my eyes tossing my backpack into the trunk as well.
           "Well you act as if I am days away, I’ll be there in four to five hours depending on how traffic treats me,“
           I got in the car and put on my seatbelt, taking a mini break from the hustle and bustle of travel.
           "Is it my fault if I missed you?”
           He said it light heartedly but a pain clawed my chest and I closed my eyes. I wanted to be there already, I wanted to be with him already, I wanted to hold him. We talked on the phone all the time but it wasn’t the same, god it was insane to think he could possibly miss me as much as I had missed him. I just wanted to tell him everything right then and there but we’d have time for that later.
           "I missed you too, I…“ I took a minute to compose my voice.
           "Hey,” he said softly.
           "What?“ I murmured.
           "Just get here already-”
           "AND BRING BACK MY SHIRT, I KNOW YOU TOOK IT WITH YOU!“ I heard Shan faintly yell which brought my spirits back up.
           I laughed lightly and so did Jared, “I’ll meet you at the restaurant, I love you,”
           "I love you too, drive safe,“ he said.
           I tucked my phone into my bag and typed the address into my GPS before I set off for Vegas.

***

           I had gotten ready at the hotel and I was all but shaking with the anticipation of it all. The place was absolutely jammed, but when I managed to squeeze through to Fiamma Trattoria the crowds were less immense. Moving over to the hostess she looked up at me with a small smile.
           "Can I help you?”
           "Yes, I’m with Thirty Seconds to Mars,“
           She looked a little skeptical for a moment and I quickly reached into my clutch to pull out the I.D Jared had sent me.
           "Ahh, yes, right thi-”
           "Would you mind just telling me where they’re seated? I kinda wanna make my own way there if that’s okay,“
           "Of course, they are just in the back corner booth to your right,” she said kindly and not in a forced way.
           I thanked her, moving in the direction she said. I saw him before he saw me and for a moment I just stood a little bit away and watched him with a small smile. He looked like Jesus with his long locks and the golden backsplash behind him. He looked good in his black suit jacket with embroidered sleeves, they all looked really good, and they all looked like home.
           Shan noticed me first and he must have nudged Jared under the table because he turned his head and found me. A slow grin spread across my face and he stood up from the table as I closed the distance between us and almost tackled him back into the booth.
           There are little things the body craves that you don’t realize until that craving is satisfied. Like I hadn’t realized my body had craved the strength of his hug until he had me in a bone-crushing vice, I hadn’t realized I had been craving his cologne until it wrapped around me like a blanket, I hadn’t realized I had missed his lips so much until the covered mine. Every cell in me had craved him and now he was here.
           "Jesus guys, save it for later,“ Shan teased, and we reluctantly broke apart.
           "Hey Shan,” he enveloped me in a tight bear hug and gave me a kiss on the cheek.
           "How ya been Y/N?“ Tomo asked giving me a hug as well before we all sat down.
           How exactly had I been? That was a tough question, so I answered instead with how I was now as opposed to how I had been.
           "I’ve been good, I missed my idiots,”
           Jared’s hand grasped mine under the table and I turned my head to look at him. He didn’t say anything, he just looked at me in a way that only he could. Giving his hand a tight squeeze I reached up with my free hand to take off his sunglasses and tuck them into his coat pocket.
           "That better?“ He asked.
           "Worse, actually,”
           The guys laughed and I rested my head on Jared’s shoulder.

***

           I gasped as Jared yanked me into one of the empty dressing rooms and he locked the door behind us. For a second I stupidly stared wondering what his deal was before the light went on in my head and warmth pooled into my belly.
           "They’ll be wanting you soon,“ I whispered.
           "Well I want you, now,” he growled.
           He moved to me as I moved to him and we collided in a feverish display of unbridled desire. His hands were everywhere, his tongue moved against mine in a way that made my knees weak and my pussy wet. With an expert speed I unbuckled his pants and reached into them to curl my hand around his shaft.
           A small groan escaped him and I smirked nipping his lower lip as I stroked him.
           "I missed you, baby,“ I whispered.
           He backed me into the dressing table and I hopped up onto it, his mouth burning a trail down my neck as his hand moved between my legs. My breathing hitched but I ensured never to take my eyes from his.
           "You’re so wet for me,” he whispered, and I wrapped a leg around his waist to move him closer.
           "We don’t have much- oOh,“ I gasped, gripping the lapels of his coat and resting my cheek against his as his middle and ring finger moved inside of me while his thumb rubbed my clit.
           "Make that sound again, I missed that sound,” he purred, his teeth sinking into my shoulder.
           "Please fuck me, I need you to fuck me,“
           He was more than willing to oblige and he was quick to pull a condom from my bag and slide it on. And in one lithe movement he yanked my undies to the side and shoved his cock inside of me. I tried so hard not to leave any mark on him that the camera’s might pick up, I tried so hard not to make a noise in case we might be found out, all I could do was bite my lower lip and move my hips to his as he rammed into me fast and hard. I had been away from him for three months so it didn’t take me long to cum and when I did he quickly covered my mouth and laughed lightly in my ear.
           "Mmm, I like it when you scream for me Y/N, but you have to be quiet now,” he said huskily.
           "Jared to stage in fifteen minutes, Jared to stage in fifteen,“ a voice said over the walkey I had been given.
           I clutched onto him as he pounded into me harder and after a few more minutes he came. We stayed that way for a couple of seconds, panting, holding each other, our bodies still joined. He tenderly moved, tucking a lock of hair behind my ear and his lips brushed against mine gently.
           "When are you leaving me again?” He whispered, and I stroked his hair for a while before we finally parted and began to clean ourselves up.
           "I umm,“ not before a gig, I really shouldn’t.
           "I… I’ll actually be leaving when we hit Toronto… and I won’t be able to rejoin you guys until Tulsa,” I said quietly.
           He was silent for too long of a time.
           "December? You’re going to leave until December?“ He asked.
           "I have to, as shitty as it is this is how it has to be right now. I could have a real shot here to make this business great and in a year or two-”
           "A year? Two,“ he said flatly.
           I turned to look at him, "I don’t want to leave you, but travelling is necessary right now and when everything is more stable-”
           "Y/N what are you saying here?“
           I looked at him in mild confusion, "I’m saying that how things are now is how it’s going to be for a while-”
           "I don’t want you to go, these past few months I’ve barely seen you-“
           "When you go on tour or to a movie set it is the same thing!”
           "No it isn’t!“
           I sighed, "That’s because I was your assistant, I went with you everywhere, you paid for everything, but now I have a chance to be successful too. I have a chance to do something good, you’re the one always telling me to chase my dreams and provehito in altum. So what if we’re apart for a-”
           "Is it wrong that I want to be with you?“ He demanded.
           "No! That’s not what I’m saying-”
           "If we barely see each other I don’t even get why we’re together,“
           I flinched, physically recoiling from him. I could tell by the way he stepped forward and his eyes softened that he didn’t mean it, not completely anyway.
           "What are you saying here, Jared?”
           "Jared Leto to stage, Jared Leto to stage,“ the irritating voice crackled out.
           Biting my lower lip I looked down at my feet.
           "Y/N I… look I… I gotta go,” he whispered, wanting to say more but he reluctantly left.
           "I do too,“ I croaked, remaining in the empty room for a little while longer.

***

           I watched him on the widescreen backstage, wiping a few stray tears from my cheeks. I loved him so much, I loved him more than I could ever love anything, but if this is where he wanted to end it then I would be okay with that. I would be okay with the precious few years we had together even when we weren’t a couple, I’d be okay with the memories, I’d be okay knowing that for one incandescent second I had the heart of an ethereal being. Just knowing him would be enough.
           Deciding to go back to the hotel to grab my things and drive back to LA I turned away from the T.V.
           "I’m sorry, I’m going to do one song that is completely different tonight,”
           I whirled back around to the T.V. Is he insane? He’s being broadcasted live; he can’t just deviate from the set like he’s playing a regular gig or something.
           "Now, this song is for someone very important to me. She, almost transcends a description to be quite honest. She told me something though and I didn’t really want to listen, I still don’t, but I want to support her. This song is my way of telling her to provehito in altum, do what you gotta do, but come back to me… because you’re home and I’ll be waiting.“
           My hands had moved to cover my mouth as the tears came at a much faster pace. I could scarcely breathe as the music began to play.
[Come Home- One Republic *Note: I listened to it and imagined Jared singing it and thought he would do a fire fuckin’ cover. Hopefully you agree*]
           "Hello world
           Hope you’re listening
           Forgive me if I’m young
           For speaking out of turn
           There’s someone I’ve been missing
           I think that they could be
           The better half of me”

           I was shaking, a strangled sound between a sob and a noise leaning towards happiness escaped me. Clutching my chest I slowly moved up the stairs to the side of the stage where I could see him standing.
           “They’re in the in the wrong place trying to make it right
           But I’m tired of justifying
           So I say to you

           Come home
           Come home
           'Cause I’ve been waiting for you
           For so long
           For so long
           And right now there’s a war between the vanities
           But all I see is you and me
           The fight for you is all I’ve ever known
           So come home
           Oooh”

           I don’t know where the camera was but suddenly my blotchy and tear streaked face was on the large screens behind him but I didn’t care. I couldn’t stop looking at him.

           “I get lost in the beauty
           Of everything I see
           The world ain’t as half as bad
           As they paint it to be
           If all the sons
           If all the daughters
           Stopped to take it in
           Well hopefully the hate subsides and the love can begin
           It might start now yeah
           Well maybe I’m just dreaming out loud
           Until then

           Come home
           Come…”

***

           I waited in the same room he had left me in until his set was over. When he walked in I didn’t give him time to say anything before my lips were against his and my arms were around his neck.
           "I love you, I love you,“ I whispered between kisses.
           He lifted me into his arms in a tight and bone crushing hug, "Just come back to me, I’m with you Y/N until the end, just come back,”
           "I will,“ I rested my forehead against his and closed my eyes.
           "I love you, Y/N, you pain in the ass,”
           I smiled, dusting his face in feather light kisses before looking into his beautiful blue eyes.
           "We’ll make this work, I want this to work because I want you,“ I hugged him tightly.
           "You have me, Y/N, you’ve had me for years,”
           I closed my eyes, feeling him kiss my hair and hug me tighter. I never wanted him to let me go.

Anytime, Sweetheart: Part 19

Pairing: JDM x OFC, Slight Corey Taylor x OFC

Features: Ackles & Padalecki Families, R2, Misha Collins & Vicky Vantoch, Norman Reedus, Andrew Lincoln, Kim Rhodes, Briana Buckmaster, Ruth Connell, Corey Taylor and other cast members & OFCs
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*THIS IS AN RPF FIC**

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Summary: (I’m horrible at summaries, but let me try): Kylin Ackles runs to her brother’s house after leaving her abusive boyfriend of 3 years, where she meets Jeffrey. Events unfold that bring them together, as well as push them apart.

Warnings: Emotional abuse, Physical Violence, mentions of rape, cursing, drinking, recreational drug use (weed), Strip Club, RPF, NSFW**, GIFs, implied smut, Age Difference, Slow burn, Emotional rollercoaster, poorly written smutt, etc… 18+ please

(A/N: This is strictly a work of fiction that I came up with off the top of my head. For fictional purposes his S/O & Son are not mentioned. I love him and his little family, though, so no hate intended. This is the first time posting anything on Tumblr, but I couldn’t get it out of my head since my ao3 fic is currently on hiatus because writers block. Feedback is appreciated. unbetaed, all mistakes are mine.)

TAGS: @jml509 @jesbakescookies @daddy-kink-confirmed @aquivercactus  @xagateophobiax @sorenmarie87 @missghoul18@jdmfanfiction @jeffreydeanneganstrash @through-thesilver-lining@beffyblueeyes @docharleythegeekqueen


   "I FEEL NO SHAME, I’M PROUD OF WHERE I CAME FROM, I WAS BORN & RAISED IN THE BOOOONDOCKSSSSSSS" I sang loudly, dancing around Jensen’s trailer as I cleaned it up for him, ignoring the sound of the door opening as I continued to prance around

   "-And here we have you’re lovely girlfriend, Jeff, putting on a show for us in Jensen’s trailer,“ Misha laughed, holding his iPad up over his face as he walked into the small living room area.

   "WHAT? Dmitri!” I screeched, snatching the tablet away from him as fast as I could and turning it around to face the screen.

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No matter why these massacres happen, no matter the root cause..America must rethink its current gun policies and laws..Black death in the inner cities doesn’t seem to move the discussion..Maybe after the loss of white life in Vegas the country is ready to do something
—  Born Free #therealbornfree
Lost In The City

Calum Hood Imagine


Today was the day! You were finally going to see your boyfriend after months and months of missing him and you couldn’t be more excited. You and Calum had been dating for almost a year. In fact, next week was your one year anniversary, which was the reason you were flying out to go and see him. You had been saving for the trip for about a month and even though Calum had offered to pay for your plane ticket you wanted to pay for it yourself instead. You had been completely packed since last week, but had repacked at least four times since. But now, it was three hours until your flight took off. The U.S part of their tour began in Las Vegas so that’s where you had decided you would meet him. You would then stay with him and the boys on tour for another two weeks before you flew back home. Calum wanted you to stay through the entire rest of the tour but due to different credits you needed at school you unfortunately couldn’t afford to stay any longer than two weeks. But that wasn’t going to stop you from seeing him completely. You were tired of only being able to hear his voice through static filled phone calls and see his face through your laptop screen. You wanted to feel his arms around you and hear him whisper in your ear how much he loves you. You missed him so much it hurt and you were ready to have him back again even if it was only for a short while.

The sound of a shrill car horn brought you back from your thoughts. Excitedly, you slung your duffel bag over your shoulder and hurried out the door to the awaiting taxi. Two hours later, you were seated on the airplane that would take you to Las Vegas, headphones in and ready to sit through the long flight, having opted to wear a comfy tee shirt and leggings for the trip, wanting to avoid discomfort on the plane ride. The chime of the seat belt sign went off signaling that the plane was about to start moving so quickly before you would lose a signal you texted Calum to let him know you were taking off.

Hey babe, just taking off. Be there soon! :)x

Nestling further back in your seat, you closed your eyes and let the rhythm of the music in your headphones take you away.

___

You were jolted awake by the sound of the captain’s voice.

“Good afternoon everyone and thank you for flying with us. On behalf of all the crew here we hope you have a fantastic stay in Las Vegas.”

Once the plane came to a complete stop and the seatbelt light was off, you gathered your belongings and made your way off the plane. You took a breath of fresh air as you exited and followed the signs to pick up your bags. Switching your phone back on, you saw that you had a text from Calum.

Do you want me to pick you up?

Looking around you saw that a small group of girls had begun to notice your presence. Being the girlfriend of a band member had its perks, but you never really liked all the attention. You knew that the moment Calum arrived here it would be mayhem, so you decided you would call for a taxi instead of subjecting both him and you to mobbing. Dialing the number to the yellow cab service, you requested that someone be here to pick you up and he said he would be here in fifteen minutes. Heading out to grab your bag, you noticed a small pack of girls trailing after you, some with their phones out and obviously taking pictures. You were just about to call Calum when you felt someone tap your shoulder. Turning around, you saw a girl who looked to be about fifteen.

“You’re Y/N right?”
“Uh, yeah I am.” You smiled at the girl.
“Aren’t you Calum Hood’s girlfriend?”
“I guess you could say that, yeah.” You chuckled.
“Is he here?”
“No, he’s busy with all the tour and album stuff you know.”
“Is the album coming out soon?”
“I keep telling him to kick it in high gear, but it’s not my decision. I know it’s going to be good though.” You told her.
“I know it will be too” The girl beamed. “Can I, uh, maybe get a picture with you?”
“Sure thing!” The girl snapped pulled out her phone and you leaned in, smiling as she snapped a picture.
“Thank you so much! And uh, could you tell Calum I said hi and his music inspires me?” The girl looked down shyly.
“Of course I will! I know he loves hearing about how much people love his music.”
“Thank you!” You smiled at her before walking away and pulling your phone back out to call Calum. It rang four times before he answered, meaning he must be busy.
“Y/N! Have you landed?” He sounded excited, which made you even more happy to see him.

“Yep, just landed and I’m at the airport!”

“Oh my God I cannot wait to see you. Can I come pick you up?”

“It’s okay, I called for a taxi and they’re supposed to be here any minute.”

“Babe! Why’d you do that? I thought I would pick you up!” You could practically hear his frown.

“Because there are already a bunch of fans here and I know you don’t have the energy to fight through a crowd right now.”

“But I miss you.”

“And I’ll be there in like twenty minutes babe, don’t worry! I’m a big girl.”

“Alright but you better hurry. We’re almost finished recording for the day which means we’ll have the rest of the day to spend time with each other.”

“Ugh I can’t wait to see you! But I have to hang up now, I see my bags on the belt.”

“Okay, I love you and I’ll see you soon.”

“I love you too Cal.” You hung up, grabbed your bag, and found the taxi you had been looking for.

The driver looked to be about forty. His hair was slicked back and fit the Vegas cab driver pretty much to a tee. His nametag read ‘Bernie’ and he looked like driving a cab was the last thing he wanted to do. “Where you goin’ hon?” He asked in a gruff voice. Where were you going? You had completely forgotten to ask Calum which hotel he was staying at. You tried to remember the arena he was playing thinking that maybe the driver could take you there and Calum could pick you up but you blanked on the name.

“Uh, what’s the name of the arena here.”
“There are a lot of arenas here sweetheart, this is Vegas not Kansas.” Bernie spoke in an irritated tone.
“Um, what about a recording studio.” You spoke shakily.
“Well which one?” He rolled his eyes.
“Uh, can you just take me to the closest one.” Maybe you would get lucky and it would be the same one. Or maybe Calum could pick you up at whichever one you were dropped at.
“You got it.” Before you even had a chance to buckle in, the cab lurched forward and you and all of your belongings were thrown forward.
“Could you please put your seatbelt on?” Bernie huffed.
“Yeah sorry.” Your cheeks turned red as you scrambled to strap yourself and all your stuff in, which you were glad you did because the ride wasn’t the smoothest.

Ten minutes later, the cab pulled up to a dilapidated building with a plastic sign stuck in the dead grass reading “Lyncher Records”. You were sure this couldn’t be the place.

“Are you paying with cash or card? Bernie looked at you expectantly.

“Uh, cash I think, hang on.” You fumbled through your purse looking for your wallet.

“I don’t have all day hon.”

“I’m sorry, I’m looking, uh…” Your wallet wasn’t in your purse. How could it not be here? You had it in the airport, there’s no way you had lost it.  

“Don’t tell me you’re broke.”

“I’m not broke, I just think I lost my wallet.”

“Get out.” He spoke bluntly.

“My boyfriend will be able to pay you when I see him, please can you take me to the next recording studio?”

“No money means no ride sweetcheeks, now get out of my cab.”

Sighing in defeat, you slung your bag over your shoulder and got out of Bernie’s cab before he sped away leaving you behind in his wake. You could feel tears come to your eyes as you realized that you were all alone in a really sketchy part of Las Vegas with no ride and no money. Pulling out your cell phone, you clicked on his contact to try and reach him for help.

“Call cannot be completed as dialed.” The monotone voice of the operator rang out. No service. Of course. Your last option was to go inside the rickety old recording studio and see if you could borrow a phone. Cautiously, you stepped up to the door and tried to turn the handle, but it was locked, so you precariously knocked on the door. Immediately it swung open and you were faced with a tall, muscular man with an unkempt beard and bloodshot eyes.

“Who are you?” His grizzly voice asked.

“Um, is Calum Hood here?” You tried to keep your voice strong, but this man made you uneasy.

“I’m the only one that lives here baby.” You cringed at the nickname.

“Wait, you live here? I thought this was a recording studio.” You were thoroughly confused that’s for sure.

“Honey, this stopped being a recording studio a long time ago. But if you’re looking to make some noise I’m sure I could be of service.” He looked you up and down and gave you a smirk and you began to back away from the door.

“N-no that’s okay, I was meeting my boyfriend at a recording studio and I guess I’m at the wrong one. Thanks, bye.” You turned around and took off down the dirt road in the direction that Bernie had gone, mentally cursing him for taking you to a “recording studio” that didn’t even exist anymore.

Finally, after about a half hour of walking you made it back to civilization, well if you could call it that. It was almost dark now, and it seemed you were in the shadier area of Vegas. Holding your head high, you continued through the city trying to ignore the awful noises coming from the dingy alleyways. All of a sudden you felt a presence behind you. Out of the corner of your eye you saw two figures that seemed to be following you, but at enough of a distance that they thought you wouldn’t notice. Terrified, you reached into your pocket to see if you had enough bars on your phone to call Calum and have him come to your rescue. Switching it on, you saw that you had nine new texts and six missed calls all from Calum.

Babe, it’s almost 7, where r u?
I thought you said your plane had landed???
babe c’mon i miss you!!!!  
seriously y/n you’re scaring me where are you?
please tell me you’re okay
baby please respond
y/n???????
I swear to god if you’re hurt…
i’m coming to the airport to find you.

At least he was looking for you, but in a city this big it was unlikely that he would ever find you unless you called him. Since those texts had come in, it was clear your phone was finally able to call him. The men behind you lingered on, and you were praying that it was just a coincidence. If they tried something it was unlikely you would be able to fight off both of them at once and equally unlikely that Calum would get here in time.

The phone buzzed in your ear as you waited for Calum to pick up.

“Y/N oh my god! Are you okay? Where have you been! We’ve looked everywhere where are you?” His voice was filled with panic.

“I’m sorry Cal, I wasn’t sure where to meet you and so I told the cab driver to take me to the nearest recording studio but I lost my wallet and so he left me at this awful place and I didn’t have service and I had to walk all the way here and it’s getting dark and there are really creepy men behind me and I think they might be following me and I don’t know where I am and…”

He cut you off. “Okay tell me what you’re next to, I’m coming to get you.” His voice was calmer now, but had a firm edge to it that calmed you a little as well.

“Um, I see a bar on the left, and…I think it’s a strip club on the right.” You tried to remain composure while you were on the phone with him, but the presence of the men behind you was flipping you out and you just wanted Calum here.

“Darling, I need you to be a little more specific.”

“It’s Al’s Bar to my left and…”

“Okay I know right where you are. The tour bus drove through there last night. Stay right where you are okay baby?” HIs voice sounded through the phone.

“Cal, what about the men following me?” You whispered so they wouldn’t hear and you heard Calum take a sharp breath.

“Baby listen to me, I want you to keep walking forward okay? But cross the street and speed up a little and see if they follow you. Stay calm baby, you’re so brave and you’re going to be okay. I’ll be there soon okay.” His voice was soothing and you immediately did as he told you, looking both ways and briskly crossing over to the other side of the sidewalk.

“Calum will you please stay on the line with me? I just…I need to hear your voice right now.” You choked out.

“Of course baby, just keep walking forward and I’ll be there soon.”

Suddenly, you heard a loud whistle come from close behind you.

“Hey baby, no need to run away. Does the kitten wanna come over and play?”

You whipped your head around and saw that the two men had crossed the street and were now only about ten feet away from you.

“I don’t have any money and my boyfriend will be here soon. Leave me alone.” You told them in a firm voice and you could hear Calum beginning to panic on the other line.

“Aw don’t be like that baby. We just want to have some fun.” The other man slurred. Clearly they were drunk, but a few other men had joined them making you even more uneasy.

“Don’t come near me.” You spat, trying to appear strong.

“I’m almost there baby, just a little longer. Run if you need to okay?” Calum’s voice whispered.

“Don’t be a bitch.” The men spat as they advanced towards you.

“Baby, run!” Calum yelled, as he was able to hear the commotion. Immediately you turn tail and ran down the street, forward so that Calum would be able to find you. “I’m almost there, oh my god please be safe, I’m almost there.”

You ran as fast as you could, but your bag on your back was slowing you down tremendously. You could hear sound of the men running and shouting obscenities at you. Luckily most of them were intoxicated, but you could feel them gaining. You didn’t think you had ever been so terrified in your life, but you did as Calum told you and ran forward, praying that he would get here soon, but the click on the other end of the line made your heart sink. The call had disconnected.

“Aye, kitten wait up!” The men shouted behind you. You craned your neck to look behind you and saw that luckily only the one guy was sprinting after you and that the rest were far behind, much too drunk to run.  

Up ahead you could see there was a dead end and you panicked. If you weren’t running forward, how would Calum find you? Hoping for the best, you made a hard turn at the next  intersection. Rounding the corner blindly, you ran smack into a hard chest. Arms reached out to steady you, and when you caught your breath and looked up you were met with a pair of warm, chocolate eyes.

“Calum!” You cried, throwing your arms around his neck. His strong arms encompassed your whole body and pulled you impossibly close to him.

“You’re safe now baby, I’m here it’s okay.”

“I-Is that man still chasing me.” You stuttered.

“No, he’s gone baby. He saw your big strong boyfriend and figured he shouldn’t fuck with me. Or you.” He teased.

“Okay good. How did you find me?”

“I had to retrace some steps, but I knew where the bar was and I was already almost here. You should’ve just let me pick you up.” He furrowed his eyebrows together, giving you an ‘I told you so’ look.

“Alright, alright you were right. But just this once.” You chuckled and Calum kissed the top of your head.

“Let’s get you to the car, okay?” Calum grabbed your bag from your shoulders, heaving it onto his own and kept his arm around your waist, holding you close. He helped you inside the black SUV that he had driven to come a find you before buckling himself in and driving away from the nightmare you were in mere moments before.

“I was so worried about you. All alone in sin city, my poor little girl.” He confessed.

“You sounded pretty calm over the phone. Honestly, it made me calm too. You’re my rock Cal.” You leaned over and kissed his shoulder that was exposed under the tank top he was wearing.

“I’ll always protect you baby girl. I love you so much and whenever you need me I will be here for you. I love you so much and I would die if anything happened to you.”

“I love you Calum.”

“I love you more.”

As the light turned red, he leaned over and gave you a sweet kiss on the lips. “I’ve missed those lips. We’ve got a long night ahead of us babe.” He winked at you and you playfully shoved his arm before entwining your fingers with his and kissing his hand.
“This is going to be an amazing week.”

___

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Vegas -Valenna

Another day, another airport. Jenna feels like she at an airport every other day lately. She doesn’t really mind but still it can get kind of old. She can’t find the healthy food she wants at the airports. Plus, the more she’s at an airport, the less time she’s with the people she loves. Lately though, every time she gets off an airplane, she’s going to see someone she loves. She was in Utah seeing her family. When she went back to LA, she was dropping off luggage and packing a small bag for Vegas where she is catching up with Val, Nicole, and Iyla.

She has just taken a seat at her gate. She stopped to get a water bottle for the plane. It’s a short trip but it will help her say no to the soda cart. She brought some of her own snacks as well. She made it through the airport without being stopped. It usually helps when she wears shorts, a t-shirt, and hat with her hair in a ponytail. It’s not that she doesn’t want to meet her fans. She’ll gladly meet them if and when she’s spotted but airports are the hardest because once she stops once, more people come and then she’s more likely to be late, which she usually can’t afford.

She pulls out her book she brought for the plane and starts to read until her phone goes off, signaling a text. She puts her book mark back in, looking around her before picking up her phone.

V- Did you take off yet?

J- No. still sitting at the gate. Not even on the plane yet.

V- Bummer. When will you land?

J- Not soon enough. I just want to be there already. I’m tired of flying.

V- I know. Only one more for the summer after this. We’ll be in one place for a while.

J- In one place but back to the working grind.

V- We’ll be able to handle it.

J- We’re about to board. I’ll talk to you soon, love.

V- See you soon babe. Have a great flight.

In Vegas, Val is at his hotel, lying in bed still. His class isn’t until tonight and Jenna won’t arrive until lunch time so he has some time to kill. He knows he needs to hit the gym. He could go for a swim too but it’s too hot out. He decides to hit the gym first. He is just getting changed when his phone starts ringing. He’s confused since he knows Jenna is on her flight so it can’t be her. He couldn’t think of who else might be calling him. It’s Nicole.

“Hey Nic!”

“Val! Hi.”

“Ready for Vegas?”

“We sure are. I was just packing a few things. I just wanted to make sure everything is good.”

“Yes. Jenna is on her way. She’s in the air now.”

“Good. I talked to the photographer. He’s all set for Sunday. The rental space is all ready for us. I’ll meet the crew that morning to set up.”

“You rock. We’re so excited.”

“I’m so glad you two are doing the shoot. You two are my favorite.”

“Thanks. You’re our favorite.”

“I’m so glad you two are together again. I was so mad…”

“I know. Everyone was. I was stupid. I get it. We’re both passed it now. Everyone else should…”

“Sorry. I didn’t mean…”

“No, I’m sorry. It’s just everyone brings up my stupidest mistake all the time and I hate reliving it all the time. I know I was dumb. I don’t need to be reminded.”

“Sorry.”

“It’s ok. Just spread the word. I’m kidding please don’t do that. I don’t want to sound like a whiner.”

“Oh Valentin. Is she coming to your class tonight?”

“I don’t know. It’s an option for her but it depends on how she feels.”

“We’re still going out after your class tomorrow, right?”

“Oh yea. It’s Vegas. We have to go out.”

“Agreed. Alright Val.. I’ve got to go.”

“No problem. I really need to hit the gym before Jenna gets in.”

“Working out for your girl. How sweet. See you tonight Val” Nicole says with a laugh

“See you tonight.”

~

“Hi babe!” Jenna says happily as she climbs into Val’s rented car after putting her suitcase in the back seat.

“Hi” he says leaning over to kiss her. “How was your flight?”

“It was good. Really quick. I just read and listened to music. How was your day?”

“Uneventful. I went to the gym. I thought about going swimming but it’s just too hot out there.”

“You’re telling me.”

“The plane was hot?”

“No. Just walking out here was bad enough.”

“Oh. You ready for tonight?”

“Don’t we have time so I can to the hotel and shower?”

“Yes. I just meant, like, you still want to come, right?”

“Oh, of course I want to come. You know I love to watch you teach.”

“You don’t have to just watch.”

“I know that. You’ll get more done if I just watch.”

“Ha, that’s a good one Jenna.”

“Have you heard from Nicole?”

“Yes. She’s very excited about the shoot on Sunday.”

“I can hardly wait either. It’s going to be so fun. Oh, my Mom says hi and she misses you. She also wants us to make a book for her of all of our pictures from our Europe trip.”

“That would be a great idea. Maybe not all of the pictures” he says with a laugh.

“Shut up. You know I would never send those to my Mom. Just the Instagram worthy pictures.”

“Can’t she just go on Instagram and look at them then?”

“Well it wouldn’t be just those. There are plenty of pictures we didn’t post that are acceptable for our family to see. Maybe we can make a book for us and our families.”

“Mama would love that.”

“Exactly. I’ll look into it.”

“Thanks. You know where all the pictures are?”

“Yea, on my computer. Remember, you put them on a jump drive for me and I put them on my computer.”

“Right. Ok, we are here.”

“How much time do we have until we have to leave?”

“Like 2 hours.”

“Ok. I’ll be quick.”

“Babe, you never take 2 hours. We have plenty of time.”

“But I’m hungry so…”

“Yea, I should eat something too. How about you shower and I’ll order us some room service.”

“Sounds good. Just not too much food. Something light. Oh, and fruit. I want some fruit” Jenna says as they walk inside the hotel and towards the elevator.

~

“Are you sure I look ok?”

“Yes Jenna. You look great.”

“But my hair…”

“Is beautiful.”

“It’s in a ponytail. Not even a high one.”

“We’re going to dance. It has to stay out of your way.”

“Fine. But my glasses…”

“Are adorable.”

“I at least like my romper.”

“Jenna, we had time. If you didn’t like your hair and glasses, you could have changed it.”

“But I was hungry. I’m fine. It’s not that bad.”

“Not bad? You are gorgeous Jenna.”

“You have to say that.”

“Maybe but it’s true anyway.”

Jenna doesn’t respond because she knows he’s not going to get anywhere. She just watches quietly out the window. When they get to the studio, Jenna pulls down the sun visor and opens the mirror. She runs her hands down her hair, making sure everything is smooth. She moves around the glass and even takes them off. She makes a face and puts her glasses back on.

“Jenna…”

“I’m all good. Let’s just go in.”

Val gets out of the car and straightens his black dress shirt. Jenna meets him in front of the car and slips her hand into his. He gives her hand a squeeze.

“I’ve never been to this studio” Jenna says before they walk in.

“Welcome!” a young lady says as they walk inside.

“Thank you. It’s beautiful in here” Jenna says looking around.

“Babe, it’s just like…”

“It’s beautiful.”

“Thank you. Can I show you were to set your things?” the lady asks with a smile.  Jenna can tell she is trying her hardest not to stare at Val.

“Yes please. We’re going to need to start warming up so we are ready when everyone gets here” Val says.

“Right. Follow me please.”

She leads Val and Jenna towards the open room that is usually a private lesson room if the main room is full. They put their bags down and start to stretch. Val tells the girl they’ll come find her when they are finished.

“She thought you were cute” Jenna laughs.

“What?”

“She thought you were cute. Or sexy. She wouldn’t even look at you directly.”

“Another one of them. Fun. Hopefully she is one of the rare few that get over that and actually talks to me like I’m standing in front of them.”

“I’ll hold out hope for your sake. Do the dancers do that too?”

“No. They usually are star stuck for a minute but once we get to dancing, they’re all good. Well most of them. Some of the young ones are still star struck the whole time. That’s why I usually call them to assist me when I can.”

“I thought I was going to be your go to assistant this weekend.”

“You are but maybe not all the time. I want to give them something special to remember. A little something extra.”

“I guess I’ll be ok with that. All I ask for is one dance with you at some point tonight.”

“Deal. All I ask is that you stay in the room with me.”

“Where would I go?”

“I don’t know. I just… You’re my muse. I always dance the best when you are with me.”

“We’ve got to get out there” Jenna says with a smile that formed from his last comment. She moves towards the door and puts her hand on the handle.

“You ready for this Jen?”

“Yea. It will be fun.”

They go out to the main room where a few of the teachers are standing around. They all get quiet when Val and Jenna enter the room. The lady that welcomed them is the first to speak.

“Hi. All stretched out?”

“Yes.”

“Good. The dancers should be here soon. Is there anything that you need? Water, chairs, oh and what kind of music.”

Val smiles over at Jenna before answering back. “Awesome. I probably won’t sit but it might be a good idea to have some out. Waters would be great. I’ll just hook my phone up. I have the music set up on there already. Would you guys like some pictures before we get packed?”

“Can we?”

“Of course!” Jenna says happily.

“Thank you!” the first lady says and closer to Jenna. Jenna moves closer and smiles towards the phone that is taking a selfie of them.

“I love your outfit” Jenna says.

“Thank you! I love your romper. I wish I could pull that off.”

“You totally could. You are gorgeous.”

“You’re so kind.”

“It’s true.”

Just then, some of the dancers come into the studio, wide eyed and clearly excited yet nervous.

“Welcome ladies. Come on in and put your things away. We’ll get started in a little while when more people come” the girls standing with Jenna says as she walks towards them.

Jenna looks over towards Val who is talking pictures with some of the ladies. He looks so happy. She loves watching him do what he loves.

“Is this normal?” the original lady asks.

“What?”

“Val being swarmed?”

“Yea, we’re pretty used to it.”

“I bet they do it to you too.”

“Eh, not as much but I really don’t mind. They usually go crazy to get to him. I usually get the shy ones who are so afraid to ask after taking pictures with him.”

“I can’t imagine. Is it ever frustrating?”

“Sometimes when we need to get somewhere in a certain time frame. It’s more that we want to make time for them all but we can’t always do that. And the crazy fans, those are hard.”

“How many times have people asked you to marry them?”

“Many times. I always just smile and offer a picture. Sometimes I say I can’t because I’m waiting for the right guy to ask.”

“Do you know this right guy?”

“Yea, I think so” Jenna says smiling towards Val. More ladies have come in and a few make their way over to Jenna.

“I should go check everyone in and see if we’re ready to start. Have fun tonight.”

“Thanks” Jenna says with a smile.

~

Jenna is standing behind the desk in the studio watching. She had joined in, giving corrections and helpful hints while the dancers learned the dance. Now they are getting ready to do the first run through so she stepped aside so she can watch. She knows she would be watching the dancers but the only person she can watch is Val. Her eyes are always drawn to him.

“Alright ladies. Let’s try this” Val says with a smile.

Jenna starts the music and Val leads the ladies in the first steps. He starts watching in them in the mirror but his attention is drawn to Jenna when she pushes up her glasses and stares at him. She smiles back at him. He just keeps staring at her and the ladies just keep doing the same steps he is over and over as he doesn’t move on. Jenna raises her eyebrows at him, hoping to get him to notice what is going on. He doesn’t quite catch on so she ‘accidentally’ pauses the music.

“Sorry. I think I was a bit distracted there. Let’s try that again” He says when he realizes the music as stopped. He looks away from Jenna and focuses in the mirror now.

They start dancing again, actually getting past the first steps this time since Val is focusing on them. Jenna is taking a picture when someone says, “He was a little distracted there huh?”

Jenna turns and sees the same girl as earlier standing next to her. “Yea, maybe just a bit. I tried to give him a look but he didn’t catch up on it. By the way, I don’t think I ever caught your name.”

“Oh, my goodness. I never did say it did I. I’m Chantal. I teach Polynesian dance here.”

“Oh, that’s awesome! Are you going to take the class?”

“I’m going to join in sometimes but I’m working first and foremost.”

“Just remember to have fun too. I’ve gotten caught up in all work and no play. It’s not good for you.”

“I’ll try. Thanks Jenna.”

~

The class is over and Jenna and Val are taking pictures. Val keeps glancing over at Jenna to make sure she is doing ok but she won’t look at him. It’s as if she knows just what he is doing. She just continues to talk happily with those around her and take so many pictures. He knows his face hurts from smiling for so long so he knows she must be hurting too.

“Hi!” the next person says. He turns back and sees the girl who greeted them. He’s seen her talking with Jenna quite a few times tonight. She seems really sweet.

“Hi. Thanks for keeping Jenna company for me.”

“You’re welcome. She’s great.”

“Yes she is” he says smiling over at Jenna.

“Are you getting distracted by her again” she says with a laugh.

“You caught me. Sorry. Let’s get that picture.”

“Thank you!”

Val looks around the room, trying to figure out how many people are left. He’s ready to call it a night.

“I can call it a night for you” the girl says.

“No, they should all get the pictures they want. I just wanted to see how much more. Thank you though…”

“Chantal.”

“Thank you, Chantal.”

~

“Val, we have to go back.”

“Why? What did you forget. You have your phone. I grabbed our bags…”

“We didn’t get our dance. I made you promise we’d have a dance together.”

“We danced” he says confused.

“With the class yea, but I thought…”

“You want to dance just me and you?”

“Well, I thought that’s what you wanted too. I kind of forgot until just now.” They are just pulling up to their hotel.

“We can dance anywhere you want” Val says as they get out of the car.

“Anywhere?”

“Yes. Anywhere.”

“Give me the keys.”

“Where are we going?”

“Nowhere. Just give me the keys.”

He looks at her very confused and a bit unsure but hands her the keys anyway. She goes over to the driver’s side, opens the door, and turns the car on. She has all of the windows down and then turns the radio up as loud as she can.

“Dance with me” she says turning to Val, speaking as loudly over the music.

A smile forms on his face as he reaches for her outstretched hand. When he takes it, he pulls Jenna in close so they are chest to chest, smile to smile. They sway around and around in the parking lot. Neither one is playing any attention to the music. They feel the beat but don’t hear it. They share a few kisses and a few dips and spins without a care in the world.

“Let’s go inside” Jenna whispers in his ear nit mot moving away from him.

“Why?”

“Everyone can see us.”

“So.”

“The music is loud.”

“So.”

“Val, I don’t want us to get in trouble.”

“I don’t mind.”

“Val!”

“Alright. Can we continue this inside then?”

“Well I was thinking we’d do something else.”

“Yea? What’s that?”

“You’ll just have to wait and see.”

“Alright, let’s go inside then” he says and closes up the car after turning it off. “You know, I got really distracted by you today.”

“I noticed.”

“So did…”

“Chantal. I know. I talked with her a lot today.”

“She’s sweet.”

“Yea.”

“That’s good because we’ve got another night there before the photo shoot.”

“Right. Let’s worry about tonight though.”

“What’s to worry about Jen?”

She just winks at him as they walk into the elevator.