well, are. growing up your head was constantly in the clouds, instead of down on earth where it should be. all day stories constantly looped in your head. tales of love, adventure, and whimsy.
it was never-ending. but you never complained. you lived a below average teenage life. i mean sure you were content. but you never went to parties, didnt have a huge friend group, never did anything outlandish. you had a safe, boring, coming of age.
which is why the stories in your head were your only comfort. a way to feel alive without going through the actual emotions.
so when it was time to finally grow up, you finally put your silly stories to good use. and journalism was the one thing that went hand in hand with silly stories.
when you were offered a job at the daily planet you felt like you had finally made it. like this would spark something within you to finally lead a fulfilling life. but what the future held for you was far greater than you could have ever imagined.
it had been a few weeks since you were hired and you finally felt like you were settling in. the place was loud and chaotic. just what you needed to finally break out of your comfort zone.
you had arrived early, enjoying the calm before the storm, when clark klent came bustling in. his long black curls were askew and his glasses were barely hanging onto his face. your eyes followed him as he began walking over to his desk, pausing as soon as he felt your eyes on him.
"Oh- hi y/n. didnt expect to see you here this early" he breathed out. a small grin creeping up on his face.
what you didnt know is that he had rearranged his whole morning to arrive at work earlier because he knew you would be there. which obviously went quite poorly as he stood there frazzled and slightly panting.
"i could say the same thing about you" you giggled. you could already feel a blush creeping up on your face.
"ye-yeah you know just got some things i want to make sure i... stay on top of..." he trails off eyes locked with yours
"i mean just- just got some work i need to catch up on" he quickly replies.
"gotcha, well good luck with that kent" you giggle beginning to look back down at your computer.
"yeah thanks" he smiles turning in the direction of his desk.
he absolutely hates how tongue tied he gets around you. i mean just a simple conversation and he loses his mind. he has no idea how you have this effect on him, but man is he obsessed.
your mind wanders off as usual. but this time clark slowly starts to creep into your little stories. your mind subconsciously yearning for him. it had only been a couple of weeks since meeting him but god you were smitten. his dark handsome curls, his strong structured face, his smart mind, silly jokes, and how quickly he would get flustered.
you were snapped out of your daydream when lois' figure appeared in front of you. smiling up at her you could still feel the heat on your cheeks from your very small interaction with clark.
"you know hes totally into you right" lois begins.
"what? what are you talking about" you respond, caught off guard. i mean this was clark we were talking about, that man wouldnt hurt a fly. you chalked up his kind nature to him just being a nice person.
"are you seriously that blind? that man has been a mess since the day you arrived" lois laughs
"okay okay i understand. that still doesnt change the fact that he hasnt asked me out" you reply, leaning back in your chair.
"clark can barely breathe around you, i think he'd have an aneurism asking you out" she responds, getting up to continue on her walk across the office to the coffee machine.
letting out a small laugh you direct your gaze to clark. his eyebrows are furrowed deep into his work. looking back at your computer you can only daydream about the possibilities.
a few days had passed and clarks presence had been on and off. there were days he would be there hours at a time and days he wouldnt even be there at all.
while you were worried, there was so much work to be done you were so focused on your writing. finally finishing the article that had taken so much of your attention, you close your laptop happy to be free of the bright screen.
walking out of the office was literally a breath of fresh air. you had been in the stuffy building for far too long these past days. so knowing you were going home with no work needing to be finished felt amazing.
throwing your bag on the floor of your apartment you decided to treat yourself by cooking your favorite meal. changing into your favorite comfy outfit and throwing on your playlist you began cooking.
you had only just begun when you heard a soft knock at your door. turning off the stove you walk over to the door ready to shoo away whoever was behind the door.
but you never would have guessed that clark kent would be staring back at you.
"hi wh-"
before you could even respond, clark was planting a deep kiss on your lips. caught by surprise you freeze for a moment but quickly melt into him. the kiss is soft, barely there but speaks a million words.
"im sorry, i just really needed to do that" he whispers, face just inches from yours.
"no, im glad you did" you smile up at him.
"would you want to go on a date with me?" he asks, bringing his hands up to hold your waist.
"yeah, of course. i would love to" an even bigger grin spreading across your face.
"okay perfect, i will pick you up tomorrow at seven" he smiles.
"okay" you giggle
planting one more quick kiss on your lips he is gone just as quickly as he arrived.
god you were so confused, but so happy.
what you didnt know is that clark was terrified. he had spent these last few days fighting and the entire time he could only think about you. he never had the nerves to make a move before. suddenly he couldnt imagine a life without you. he was fighting villains with only you in mind, wanting nothing more but than to keep you safe. so as soon as he had recovered, he knew where he had to be. which is how he found himself kissing you in your doorway.
but his superman identity would be a secret to you. for now.
When Johnny went out to find will in the ocean and almost died, yn finds out he went and freaks out, she’s mirrens best friend but her and Johnny have been secretly in love with eachother since they were kids, Johnny comes back and she’s the first one to run to him and he falls apart in her arms.
Later that night they both can’t sleep and Johnny goes to yn room and says “I can’t sleep” or smth and she scoots over and that’s where they have their first kiss.
a pit formed in your stomach as you yelled out will's name. the usually warm and sunny island suddenly felt desolate and cold. your voice was pleading as you checked all the spots the children usually liked to be tucked away in.
your hair stuck to your face as the rain only began to pour down harder. making you even more worried about will. checking the boat house, you find cadence and mirren are already there. the tension is thick between them, but you choose to ignore it. there are much larger problems to be worrying about.
"ive checked everywhere. im out of ideas" you hold your arms against yourself trying to fight the cold.
"gat and johnny took the boat to look for him" cadence confesses, worry written all over her face.
"what??" mirren questions.
"the boat? where do they think he is and why did they think it was safe enough to go out searching?" you gasp, your previous worries becoming ten times worse now knowing that johnny and gat were somewhere out there. your johnny.
"i have no idea but theyve called the coast guard already and have people searching" cadence replies, you can tell she was just as worried as you were, but for gat.
looking outside you could see the storm racing and growing. hundreds of horrible scenarios played through your head and quickly tried to distract yourself to stop the tears from spilling from your eyes.
it felt like you were sitting on the front steps of clairmont for hours. everyone else was waiting inside. but you couldnt take the silence of everyone pretending like everything was okay. those boys were out in the sea alone, cold, and scared. you prayed to see their faces again. to see the smile of the boy you loved so dearly.
and just like a miracle, the coast guard docked and you could see the silhouettes of the boys. the rain never faltered, but now they were here. safe.
time seemed to slow down when you saw johnny get off that boat. before you knew it your legs were carrying you towards him faster than you could even think. your body came crashing against his, immediately wrapping your arms around his frame. tears fell from your eyes as you felt his familiar touch.
his arms gripped your body so tightly you were sure it was going to bruise. holding each other out in the rain felt like every prayer was answered.
“im sorry, im so sorry” he repeated over and over.
his body was shaking against yours. pulling away to hold his face you were met with teary bloodshot eyes. your heart ached for him, but your soul was so utterly relieved he was okay.
“you made it back to me, theres no need to be sorry”
the rest of the night was filled with silence. silence that spoke a hundred words. worry, disappointment, resentment, relief. the way sinclairs deal with their imperfections. everyone was so relieved, but now came the fear that harris sinclair rained upon the family.
as you lay in bed freshly showered, the cold from the day was still imbedded in you. staring at the ceiling you replayed every emotion you had gone through. wanting so badly to fall into a deep sleep and leave your worries.
just as you were about to go grab a glass of water there was a knock at your door.
it opened just enough for you to see a beautiful blonde boy staring back at you.
his hair was freshly washed and he wore his oversized tee and plaid pajama bottoms. seeing him so undone like this was your favorite.
"hi" he barely whispered.
"hey" you reply giving him a soft smile. patting the bed next to you, you move the sheets to create a space just for him.
without a word he slips in right beside you. instinctively, you lay your head on his shoulder, wanting to be as close to him as possible.
"i couldnt sleep" he whispers
"me either" you sigh. you knew the situation was eating away at him. how he confessed to harris. the disappointment from his mother. the guilt he carried for his brother.
it felt like ages before he finally spoke again.
"i dont think im a good person" you could feel the vibration of his words beneath you.
immediately sitting up to face him, furrowing your brows with a shocked expression. he struggled to meet your eyes, his were still red and bloodshot.
cupping his cheek, you allow yourself to take in all his features.
"i think jumping into the storming sea to save your little brother automatically counts you as a good person" you whisper.
"it was my fault he was out there" his voice breaks as his eyes finally meet yours.
"it wasnt johnny. you couldnt control what will did but you could control what you did. and you did the bravest thing you couldve done" you reassure him, still delicately holding his face.
"you scared me shitless" you laugh as tears begin to well in your eyes.
"i thought about you the whole time. how i had to swim back so i could get back to you" his hands were now covering yours.
"im glad your back now" you smile up at him.
"im never going to leave again, i promise" he replies. you can feel him getting closer and closer until he finally plants a soft kiss on your lips.
years of longing stares, lingering touches, and blushing cheeks have finally led up to this moment.
the two of you in your most vulnerable state in your favorite place.
summer on beechwood. where you spent all your time together. jumping off cliffs. arguing over who found the lemon first. plays scrabble until spelling felt like it was made up. laying underneath the stars. leaving your pinkies intertwined when youd “accidentally” bumped into each other.
all these memories played in your head like they were all falling into place.
pulling away johnny has a bright smile that automatically makes you grin.
usually, sitting along the coast brought you joy that radiated throughout your body. but today the chilling sea breeze blowing against your wet cheeks only sent shivers down your spine.
summer had started out perfectly. you, the liars, the ocean, the laughter... and the love. being back on that island with johhny felt like the ultimate life blessing. you dont know how you got so lucky to be with your favorite boy in your favorite place each summer. but you somehow were that lucky.
but that luck didnt last for long.
the beginning of the summer was filled with longing stares, stolen touches, and heartfelt words. you could barely comprehend that it was real. thats how perfect it was. but it all came crashing down one night.
you knew johhny to be chaotic and unpredictable. and you loved that about him. but now that those traits were being used against you, you couldnt handle it.
johnny was so excited to spend the night on the party boat. it was exactly his scene. rich kids and alcohol. so, much to your dismay, you put on your dress and headed over with the liars. this kind of thing wasnt usually your scene but you figured if it was something johnny liked you would give it a shot.
so for the night you joined in on the drinking and dancing, mostly sticking with mirren because you didnt want to deal with rich kid small talk. but that didnt stop others from approaching you.
you were sipping on your drink on the edge of the dance floor watching mirren and johnny let loose when someone stood next to you. looking up you saw a tall brunette boy staring down at you.
"hi" he smiled down at you with blindingly perfect white teeth. he was the classic image of a rich teen boy. which you had grown accustomed to.
"hi" you politely replied bringing the plastic cup back up to your lips.
you were ready to ignore him and walk away before he could start aggressively hitting on you but the usual god-awful flirting never came. instead he introduced himself, alex, and stuck his hand out to shake yours. for the next few minutes you actually had nice conversation and talked about different interests you had.
johnny had disappeared but you really thought nothing of it.
later that night getting back to the island was honestly a blur. you were just a bit tipsy but you were tired and that combination made you want to plop into bed immediately. so saying goodnight to the liars you quickly made your way back to your bedroom to call it a night.
the days that followed was when everything went downhill.
you had reunited with the liars for breakfast and everyone gave a quick retelling of their nights and how they actually enjoyed themselves. but johnny sat quietly at the end of the table, staring at his plate with a harsh gaze. you chalked it up to him being tired and hungover. but johhnys sour mood never left. after breakfast you decided to catch up with him, hoping to spend the day together.
"hey i was wondering if you wanted to take the boat out and eat lunch out on the water today" you smiled up at him.
"no. im busy. i have to help harris" he quickly snapped back. his tone surprised you but again you thought he was just wildly hungover.
"oh okay, maybe we can just do something down at the beach when your done" you suggested, just wanting to spend some time with him.
"god no i dont want to. just leave it" he pushed past you leaving you utterly confused. the day before he was acting completely normal. you had no idea what you mightve done to upset him.
for the next few days johnny was completely checked out. he was no longer hanging around you and barely even spoke to you. gat and cadence had been spending time reading out on the hammock. mirren and ebon were out doing god knows what in the lighthouse. which left you utterly alone. you dont blame them. usually you would all split off into your own little couples to enjoy some time together. but this time johnny was no where to be seen. this summer was turning sour so quickly and you had no idea why.
you were tired of moping around your room and hoped some fresh air would cheer you up.
which led you to this moment. sitting on the sand with tears streaming down your face. you had hoped to start feeling better staring out at the sea, but it instead brought out all your emotions. you felt stupid for caring so much but you couldnt help it. the boy you loved was ignoring you. and for the life of you, you couldnt figure out why.
coming down from your emotional high you let the sea breeze begin to dry your tears. hoping in just a few minutes the redness will go down and youd be able to walk back home without anyone noticing anything was wrong.
just as you were about to open your eyes you felt a presence next to you. dreading having to explain your tears to whoever was next to you, you held your face in your hands and took a deep breath.
but as soon as you felt a pair of hands reach out to pull your hands away you knew exactly who it was.
opening your eyes you see the boy whos filled your thoughts kneeling in front of you.
his eyebrows were furrowed as his eyes scanned your face.
"hey" he quietly whispered, holding your face like you would just disappear.
"hi" you replied, voice still raw and shaky.
part of you was upset to see him, acting like he didnt disappear on you with no explanation.
after a few moments he was too silent for your liking and you were honestly tired of waiting. moving out of his clutch you stand up to start walking away.
a quick tug on your wrist pulls you back to him.
"johnny if youre not here to talk im not staying" you huff.
"i- i am. i just dont know where to start" he pleads
"how about you start by apologizing for acting like i dont exist"
he drops his head down and lets out a sigh.
"im sorry, i really am. ive been so caught up in my own head that i didnt know how to talk to you" he replies. you can literally feel him trying to figure out his words in his head.
"and honestly... ive been scared of what ive been feeling. i have been for a long time, just took me a while to realize it" he continues. his sharp gaze now fixated on you.
"well whatever it is we couldve figured it out together but you made me feel like i did something wrong, like im suddenly not good enough for you or something" you sigh.
"that couldnt be further from the truth. im not good enough for you, and i hate it. seeing you on that boat with that guy it just... it just made me realize how much better you deserve. you deserve someone like him, someone stable, someone that has a good life ahead of them. all i am is a screw up. and ive proved that time and time again. the moms know it, the liars know it, harris knows it. theres this big prophecy im supposed to be filling for the family and iver never gotten close to it. and i honestly never cared about any of that until i met you. you make me want to lead a life worth living. you make me want to become the man everyone is expecting me to become. and i want to do it, all for you... but i cant. ive made terrible decisions and being the man of the sinclair family just isnt in the cards for me. and you dont deserve that. you deserve a strong man that can support you and love you and give you a strong healthy family. and as much as i want to, i cant be that man for you" he breaths out, finally expressing all his pent up emotions.
"how dare you say that johnny" you shake your head staring up at him.
"you are the only boy ive ever loved, and i dont love you because of your title, or your family or your future. i love you because you are you. if we ended up in some shitty apartment i would still be the happiest woman on earth. and to hear you talk about yourself like your worthless? johnny you are everything to me. and the fact that you cant see that breaks my heart" you reply, tears forming in your eyes.
how could he not see just how perfect he was, just being him?
"i dont deserve your love, i dont think i ever will" he was crying now, head turned away from you.
grabbing his face you pull him in for a kiss. his hands hold onto your waist like his life depends on it. parting from the kiss you rest your forehead against his.
"i love you johnny, and i promise i'll never stop" you whisper.
"I love you, i promise i'll make it worth it" he replies.
johnny sinclair, the liars, the sea. that was all you needed to survive. you took them in like they were a lifeline. a part of your body felt like they really were.
waking up next to him felt like a dream. his long, curly blonde hair fell perfectly into place. even though it was a mess. it was still perfectly him. his eyebrows were caught in a furrow, his mind never restless even when he laid sleeping.
small freckles danced across his skin. you would miss them if you weren't close enough. but you were. your legs were tangled in the mess of his sheets. you would be sweating if it wasn't for the cool sea breeze blowing through his window.
you knew the others were waiting. the mothers would be furious with the casual lateness. harris would pretend not to care, which he always failed at. and the liars would spill endless jabs to tease you.
but none of it mattered. because it was a lazy sunday morning. you could hear the waves in the distance. the dogs barking, kids laughing. and next to you was the boy who gave you endless smiles.
"look i know im handsome but the staring is just getting out of hand" johnny mumbled with his eyes still closed.
you giggled, "sorry i guess i'll just take my lovingly gaze elsewhere" you dramatically sighed as you began to roll out of bed.
"no no please how will i ever survive without you" he gasped, catching your wrist with his hand.
you giggled as your body came crashing down back onto the bed.
"yknow i wish i could live in this moment forever"
he was staring back at you now.
"me too" he softly smiled.
"so lets stay here forever, just me and you" his hand now stroking your cheek.
"i would love that" you reply, placing a soft kiss on his lips.
• carries around your light pink handkerchief. he doesn’t care if he gets shit from all the guys. its his small piece of you to carry when hes out on long drives
• loves to twirl your hair around his finger whenever your next to him. just so obsessed with you and your soft hair
• was real excited to get you on his bike at first, only focused on impressing you on that first ride. but now youve noticed he slows down, stops at red lights, and stays out of trouble whenever youre on the back of his bike. he could never fathom hurting you or getting you in trouble
• has the craziesttttt love gaze ever. just can never take his eyes off of you. a lazy grin always plastered on his face. just so lovesick
• loves how delicate you are. always tried his hardest to not dirty you up with grease and oil. but sometimes he just cant wait and pulls you in for a deep kiss
• is secretly obsessed with the red kiss marks you leave littered on his skin
• feels bad that youre always the one to clean him up at the end of the night. your freshly manicured hands wiping away the blood. but he feels so special that someone finally cares about him
• gives you one of his rings to put on a necklace. loves to see it laying across your chest
• will be extra extra silent if it means he gets to hear even a minute more of your voice. the way you get so excited is just so important to him. would never speak ever again if it meant you would be happy sharing your stories
summary: youve encountered benny a few times. but never at midnight, while you were crying and stranded
warning: sucky guy (not benny) word count: 1.8k
the vandals were the type of guys your mother had always warned you about. yet you couldn't seem to pull your eyes away from them whenever they were near. you were absolutely not the type of girls they would want; you were the type of girl they would want to corrupt. which honestly scared you, but you'd be lying if you said it didn't intrigue you.
you were a secretary. you loved to wear light pink dresses. you loved the way gold jewelry looked on your tan skin. you loved curling your hair to frame your face. you loved to spray your skin with decadent perfumes. you loved painting your nails while listening to your records.
you were the complete opposite of them. yet a part of you wanted so badly to even get a sneak peek into their lives.
when you first saw benny, you were completely entranced. you were enjoying your saturday walking around town, when you saw him leaning up against his bike smoking a cigarette. you were shocked to see him without the usual crowd of rowdy men. hoping to finally sneak a long glance, you watch as you continue walking. but when he looks up its like your world stops. quickly snapping out of your haze, your cheeks immediately tint to a bright red.
you knew you were in for it when he took one last drag before flicking his cigarette to the ground. leaning off his bike he took just a few long strides to reach you.
"y'know mothers say it's not nice to stare" he smirks while looking down at you
"mothers also say it's dangerous to talk to mysterious bikers" you bite back, wondering where your sudden confidence came from
"i wouldn't say we're mysterious anymore. ive seen you before. seen you looking, but you run always run off"
it was so hard to read him. you couldn't tell if he was flirting with you or trying to scare you off. maybe it was both.
you look down letting out a little giggle so he can't see the very apparent blush on your face.
"i'll see you around doll" he says, the roughness of his voice sending shivers down your spine
walking back over to his bike he shoots you one last look before he races off
you were left standing there in a complete daze. just as you had worried, you were already craving more.
it had been a few days since your interaction with benny and it was all that could fill your head. you did your absolute best to avoid the vandals common areas. because you knew you would walk right into the palm of his hand if you spoke to him again. this plan ultimately failed. it was like the universe was pulling you together. but as always, you would see them and scurry away. sometimes you would catch bennys face in the crowd, and he always had that stupid smirk.
deciding enough was enough, you decided to put your emotions elsewhere. it was no secret boys around town had hoped for a chance to be with you. so in order to stop thinking of benny, you decided to take a chance with one of them.
although a part of you wanted benny, you knew your parents would kill you. you needed someone practical, someone that could take care of you. even if that person didn't make you half as excited as you were when you saw benny.
curling your lashes and putting on your favorite lipstick, you started to have doubts in your mind. you knew it was best for you to step away from benny, even though nothing has happened. you've formed this version of him in your head. the boy you were going out with had his whole life planned. sometimes security was more important than what you really wanted.
the sound of a car horn pulled you away from your thoughts as you took one last look in the mirror. racing down the stairs and kissing your parent's goodbye, you braced yourself for the night ahead of you. sure, this boy was handsome, but the fear of him being a typical college boy scared you. he would probably spend the night talking about himself and hoping to get lucky.
and god did you hate that you were right.
the second you got into the car; you knew this was someone you would not want to see again. he bragged and bragged about the school he went to, the job that was practically already laid out for him, the money he was going to make. did this really impress other girls? you found yourself drifting off while he kept talking.
on the way to the diner, you passed by the vandals club. and for the first time ever, you wished you could be in there. even if it was filled with loud and stinky bikers.
the dinner carried on the same way. no questions were asked about you. and you found yourself only being able to hum in agreement with his statements. not even sharing a full sentence.
dinner was finally over, and you couldn't be more excited to get home and sleep or daydream or hell even stare at a wall. anything would be more interesting than this.
"so do you want to come over to my place?" he asks, pulling out of the parking lot.
"actually, i was thinking of calling it a night" you reply, playing with the hem of your dress.
"are you serious?"
"yeah, i mean its getting pretty late" you whisper, trying not to make him angry
"i sat through an entire meal, paid for the damn thing?! and what i cant even get a kiss" he slightly yells
"well no, i thought that was all this was, a dinner to get to know each other" you reply, starting to grow weary
"of course it wasn't. you're all the same. just wanting a free dinner and nothing else. i bet you're a whore anyway" he scoffs
"hm no i think you're the whore actually. taking girls to dinner, talking about your boring life the entire time, and hoping you can get them in the back of your car after" you scoff, feeling your anger bubble up
he quickly pulls over on the empty street and grabs your arm with such a force you know it's going to leave a mark
"get the hell out of my car" he seethes
pulling your arm away, you can feel tears threatening to spill. quickly grabbing your purse you climb out, slamming the door. he doesn't even wait a second before he is racing away.
feeling utterly hopeless and stranded you sit on the curb. in your nicest dress, you feel like a fool. a fool for ever thinking a man boy like him would ever have good intentions. bracing yourself for the walk home, you try to calm your breathing. but you're all worked up and you can already feel your arm beginning to bruise.
the sound of engines starting quickly catches your attention, and you begin to realize you were just down the street from the vandals club. not even wanting to deal with any of them, you find the willpower to start walking back home.
feeling a presence behind you, you're ready to tell a guy off. but when a hand comes up to your bruised arm you suck in a sharp breath. turning to find the man that lived in your daydreams. you must've looked a mess, because his face was instantly washed with concern.
this only made your feelings come back ten times stronger and before you knew it, you were crying all over again. it might have been a dumb idea, but you were so scared, and you needed someone. your face hit his chest, and your hands clung onto his jacket. scared he might disappear.
his arms immediately came up to surround you, pulling you tightly against him. making soft shushes to try and calm you down.
"hey doll, its alright, just look at me for a second" he whispers, pulling your face away from his chest to cup it in his hands
"what happened, are you okay?" he quickly asked, eyes flickering trying to find any injuries
"i went out with this guy, and he got mad that i didnt want to go home with him. he grabbed my arm and called me a whore. he kicked me out of his car and left me on the street" you explained between sniffles and hiccups
bennys face changed in an instant. bringing his hands to your arm, slightly brushing over the bruises that were forming. you suck in a sharp breath, and he knows it hurts. but he begins to slowly pepper kisses along your arm. he's holding you so delicately, like he's scared you'll break at any second.
"whats his name?" he asks, it felt like he was holding back anger
"benny its okay i promise" you reply, not wanting to cause trouble
"no its not okay, no one hurts my girl"
you couldve melted when you heard him say my girl.
"andy clark" you whisper
"c'mon, wait by my bike for a second and i"ll be right back i promise okay" he says, holding your face in his hands one more time
slowly nodding you walk over to his bike. looking around you feel so out of place, but you also feel safe. it must've been a sight. you in your light pink dress, standing next to benny's bike, with the rest of the club standing around.
benny must've explained what happened, because the next second a few of the guys you recognized were walking behind him. he looked the angriest you've ever seen him, but as soon as he saw you his face softened.
"i'll take you home alright doll? the other guys are gonna take care of it" he whispers, going to hold your waist
slowly nodding, benny begins to climb on the bike. helping you on after.
the drive home was almost peaceful. the other guys left in the other direction, you just hoped they wouldn't cause too much trouble. you were sad when benny pulled into your neighborhood. you didn't know how you would be able to stay away from him after this.
"thank you benny, for everything"
"i'll be here for you, okay? wont let anything like that ever happen to you again" he replies
you nod, slowly walking up the stairs to your house. pausing, you say something you might regret, but it felt right.
"do you think you could stay over? think i would feel safer" it came out almost like a whisper, scared that you were reading benny wrong
"of course, doll"
you never would have imagined that you'd be tucked into your bed with benny by your side. but the way his arms curled around you, shielding you from the world. you knew you would never be able to stay away.
summary: its the opening night of your bands tour. spotting inhaler in the crowd was not what you were expecting. locking eyes with elijah hewson was just the start to something new.
being in an up-and-coming band might have been the most exhilarating feeling in the world. it was scary and exciting and fresh. so signing up with a management company and headlining a small tour, you felt on top of the world. especially after finding out your management company also managed an Irish rock band, inhaler. you absolutely loved their music and would be lying if you said you didn't find the lead singer (very) attractive. this gave you the hopeful feeling that maybe one day you could be as successful as them.
as you sat in your dressing room applying your final makeup touches, you felt ecstatic. glittery lids that made your eyes pop on stage, shiny red lip-gloss that would transfer onto the mic and be gone within the first four songs. but you could care less, you felt beautiful. looking down at your lacy white dress and tall brown boots, it felt like your rockstar dreams were coming true.
getting to enjoy these moments with your absolute best friends in the entire world felt like a true blessing. you have shared such intimate moments with these girls and have created such amazing songs. hearing your managers voice, you snapped out of your thoughts.
"i really think you guys should play now you got me" he smiled while leaning against the door.
"the inhaler cover?" grace asked, looking up from tuning her guitar.
"yeah i mean theres a lot of cross between your two fandoms, i think the crowd would be really excited" he replied.
"you never request songs, whats up?" you ask with a grin, sensing some kind of plan coming along.
"nothing, nothing just think about it. show time in 5" he leaves closing the door behind him.
"he is so planning something" meg says, going to grab her drumsticks.
you all giggle, grabbing any last-minute things for the stage. you could hear chatter coming from the crowd as the lights began to dim, you had always loved going to concerts, so being on the other side of the stage was like heaven.
the cheers only grow as your opening song begins to play and everyone slowly walks onstage, walking over to their instruments. the lights come up as you walk on, and you know you're in for the night of your life.
you're a few songs into the setlist and the nerves have finally worn off. you have a tendency to toy with anything near or around you when your nervous. usually playing with the hem of your dress, just looking to calm yourself down. now that the nerves were gone, you felt comfortable to dance around and interact with the crowd.
mid song you were smiling down at a group of girls who were going crazy over the song. giggling during the song you looked out at the rest of the crowd, wanting to take it all in.
you almost passed out when you saw four familiar faces staring back at you. they were all there, standing at the back of the crowd. singing along, to your song. inhaler.
snapping out of your mini freak out, you continue through the song trying your best to be chill. elijah hewson. the man you were practically in love with was here, at your gig, intently watching you.
"that was wildflower" you giggle into the mic. praying that your bright red cheeks weren't visible under the bright lights.
immediately going back to freaking out, you walk over to grace.
"inhaler is here" you whisper, holding the mic away. she looks just as shocked as you were. giving a silent nod to the rest of the band, they immediately knew what was going on. you walk over to the mic stand, snapping the mic in place, praying that it will keep you standing upright.
"so tonight our manager insisted we sing this cover. and now i know why. this is now you got me" turning away from the crowd, you hear an insane uproar. damn, guess he was right. you have always loved singing this song, so here it goes i guess. better not fuck it up.
looking over at the boys, you see them cheering and practically jumping up and down. that gave you enough confidence to have fun and not worry about messing up.
now you got me wherever you want me. do i want you to say it back?
you don't know how or why but a rush of confidence surged through you and you locked eyes with elijah. elijah hewson. for a second you thought your knees were going to give out. the smile he gave you sent shivers down your spine.
because we can't stay. lets run away. now you got me where you want me.
snapping away from his gaze, you turn to your band deciding to just have fun with it. singing the lyrics to them and jumping up and down. for a split second you forgot inhaler was literally watching you. you were just having the absolute time of your life during the song. and so was the crowd. they were loving every second just as much as you.
the rest of the song was honestly a daze.
"if you see me blushing, no you dont" you giggle turning to take a sip of water.
the rest of the show was amazing. every song in the setlist was perfectly in place. the crowd was dancing and singing along. the band was having just as much, maybe even more, fun. it all just felt so right.
"thank you all for such an amazing night, i love you all. i hope to see you soon" waving bye and blowing kisses, you practically skip off stage. as soon as the curtain closes you and the band star hugging and jumping up and down.
heading back to the greenroom, on a show high, you see your manager sneaking in. giving everyone a weird look, you follow after him. nothing could have every prepared you for this moment, opening the door to see inhaler smiling back at you.
all of you girls are stopped dead in your tracks, feeling incredibly starstruck.
"glad you took my advice and played the song" your manager smiles.
you all start giggling trying to calm yourselves down. but you know your cheeks have already gone bright red, again.
"you guys were fucking sick" Ryan is the first to say.
from then on everyone breaks into chatter introducing themselves. it was so surreal to be meeting the band you looked up to for so long. you found yourself alone for a second, and before you knew it elijah was walking up to you.
"i'm elijah" he says reaching has hand out. taking it in yours you hope he doesnt feel the way your shaking.
"y/n" you reply, with a lovestruck smile and rosy cheeks.
"y'know you wrinkle your dress when you do that" he states, feeling the hem of your dress between his fingers.
"when i do what?" you ask confused.
"when you're nervous. you play with your dress. but you wrinkle it all up" he replies with a laugh and a smirk on his face.
god his accent. you were done for.
literally not being able to form sentences you just shoot him a confused look. his fingers were far too close to touching your skin.
"i was the same way, took me an embarrassingly long amount of time to get over the nerves." he says, letting his eyes flicker around your face.
"no ones ever really noticed that i do that" you gaze up at him.
"yeah um, it was kind of hard to take my eyes off of you" he suddenly seems really nervous. taking this as your opportunity to gain some confidence.
"oh really?" you question with a giggle.
"mhm made it even harder when you sang my own song better than me" he smiles down at you.
"well now i think its your turn to sing one of my songs better than me" you reply.
"i dont think thats possible" he laughs.
"me and the boys are in town for a few more days. would you want to go on a date with me?" he asks.
"yeah i would love to" you reply, unable to wipe the smile off your face.
"sounds like a plan, but for now i think we all need to go celebrate a killer opening night of tour" he states.
"i couldnt agree more"
a/n: super cheesy i know but i couldnt help myself
constantly spacing out whenever you are talking. he doesn't do it because he doesn't care, he probably cares a little too much. just so caught up in your features he cant help but stare
if you played tennis was well he would never let you carry your own equipment. even if his hands were already full with his own stuff he would not care and grab your bag anyway
loves kissing every part of you, its basically his love language. your shoulder, your neck, your forehead, everywhere
will look for you between every point, making sure youre watching him. he just lovesss to impress you
thought about quitting tennis multiple times so he could spend more time with you but you always talked him out of it
if you didnt play tennis he would attempt to teach you. but always let you win matches. he just thought you looked cute in the skirts
when you couldnt make it to far away matches he would always search for a camera. making sure to send you a quick wink just so you knew he was thinking about you
this man worshipssss you. will do absolutely anything and go to crazy lengths to make you happy
whenever hes nervous he plays with your fingers or twirls your hair around his finger
the relationship you had with art was complicated to say that least. you had always tried your best to keep your feelings for him a secret. you didnt want to be just another girl pining over him. you were his best friend after all, your job was to support him, not fall in love with him. but that didnt matter anymore, cause you had fallen in love with him. and now you were burdened with the task of having to pretend like he was just your best friend.
-
it was a usual thursday night, after training you would head over to art’s place to study or watch a movie. tonight you decided the homework could wait and put on your favorite movie.
his arms clung around your waist as his head lay softly on your chest. you raked your fingers through his curls with a soft smile on your face. it was times like this you truly thought your relationship could be something more. that soon came crashing down.
“thank you y/n” he whispered so lightly you almost missed it.
“for what?” you softly giggled.
“just everything, i cant imagine what id do without you. dont tell patrick but i think youre my favorite best friend” he replied, quickly gazing up at you with a soft smile before snuggling back into you.
best friend. you knew thats all that this was, but the subtle reminder hit harder than youd like.
“yeah of course” you let out a small laugh to cover the break in your voice, tears threatening to spill.
you could tell by his change in breathing he had fallen asleep. before you knew it hot tears were spilling down your cheeks. this was so stupid. you knew you were just his best friend. but here you were crying as his arms clung around you and his breath tickled your neck.
you couldn’t take it anymore. you slowly slipped out of his grip to grab your things. taking one last look at his peaceful state, you left.
-
waking up on friday morning was honestly a shit show. you felt pathetic and just wanted to forget about all of it. so you decided it was time to move on.
it was no secret you had guys who would do anything to go out with you. you never paid them any attention cause you had art. but it was time to get over him so you decided to text a guy from one of your classes and asked if he wanted to hang out. he of course said yes so now you were in your dorm putting on your best dress to hopefully forget about art.
you truly felt so good about yourself and were excited to hang out with someone that wasnt patrick or art.
the date had gone shockingly well. the two of you had a lot in common and were laughing practically the entire time. still, a part of you ached. you felt yourself thinking back to art but tried to snap out of it as soon as you could.
he had offered to walk you back to your dorm which you kindly accepted. walking through the courtyard as the moon shined down you couldn’t help but wish it was art you were walking with. but you weren’t, you had to stop thinking like this.
“thank you for tonight, i had a lot of fun” you stop, looking up at him.
“yeah of course, im just glad i got the opportunity to take such a gorgeous girl out” he replys with a smile.
a blush creeps up on your face as he slowly starts to lean in. cupping your face with his hand, noses slightly touching.
“hey!” a voice you recognize all too well is shouting from behind you. oh my god.
stepping back from the boy you look to see art standing there. a flood of embarrassment washes over you.
“do you have a problem?” the guy asks putting his hand around your waist to pull you in.
“yeah i do get your hands off my girl!” art comes storming up pulling you away from him.
“you two are dating?” the guy steps back, clearly confused.
“no!”
“yes!”
you and art shout at the same time. looking at him with the most confused look on your face.
“it looks like you two have some things to sort out. i’ll see you in class y/n” he states with a sad smile and walks away.
“what the fuck is your problem?!?” you yell, turning back to face art.
“what is my problem? you’re the one who ditched me to go make out with some random guy!” he yelled back.
“why are you so mad?!”
“im not mad! i just think theres better people you could be kissing” he confesses.
“oh and who would that be?” you ask, angrily getting closer to him.
“me” he whispers.
“what?” every thought you had was now thrown out the window.
“i want you to kiss me” he confesses, stepping closer to you.
“but im just your…best friend” you whisper, feeling yourself get nervous under his gaze.
“y/n i think youre the love of my life”
his hands come up to cup your face.
“so can i please kiss you” he asks, desperation written all over his face.
without saying a word you smash your lips onto his.
1.9k words, summary: when art leaves you in the dust for tashi, a part of you breaks. after an argument art realizes how desperately in love he is with you.
request from @fangirlinc :)
you had gone and done the one thing everyone had warned you not to do. you had fallen in love with your best friend. i mean how could you not? he was handsome, charming, talented, funny, everything you could want in a man and more. you both had such bright futures ahead of you and just loved being in each others company. which is why you never felt the need to profess your love to him. but lately you've been rethinking this choice.
you obviously knew how close art and patrick were, i mean you guys all practically grew up with each other. this dynamic never really bothered you, why would it? that all changed once tashi came into the picture.
you had been there, at the match where it all started. you had come to support them like you always had, but within those few days something had shifted and you had no idea why. suddenly the boys were ditching you to go to a party you didn't even know they cared about.
they had come back to you the next day, raving about how amazing tashi was and the night they spent together. you noticed a glint in art’s eye that wasn't there before, and you tried your hardest to suppress the jealousy you were feeling.
that day, when patrick won the match, you couldn't help but feel relieved that art would remain yours just for a little longer. what you didn't realize is that art didnt care if patrick was with tashi, because he was still head over heels for her.
“hey are we gonna have dinner tonight?” you ask, throwing another tennis ball over the net.
“yeah, just gotta get back to my room and shower” art replies, hitting back the ball with a distraught look on his face.
“is it tashi?” you sigh.
“what? no-no. i'm just stressed about my next match” he replies, walking over to the bench.
“you're art donaldson. you’re never stressed about a match. c'mon just tell me” you say as you walk over to him.
“its just. patrick called and all he can fucking talk about is how amazing tashi is. and then i walk around campus and all i hear is how amazing tashi is. no matter what i do i can’t escape her.” he confesses, putting his head in his hands.
“i can’t imagine you ever wanting to escape her” you reply, letting out a forced laugh.
“what?”
“cmon art, from the day you lost that match it’s like your entire world changed or something. i mean all of a sudden your whole life revolves around this girl” you scoff.
“y/n i really don’t need this shit from you, i’ll see you later” he scoffs, picking up his bag and leaving the court.
“art!” you call out, only for him to leave you there alone.
standing there you think back to when everything was fine. how art would link his pinky with yours as you walked. the way he would call you everyday when he had to travel for matches. the nights you spent in his dorm trying to cram week's worth of studying into one night. the way he would so effortlessly plant kisses to your forehead. the moments you thought he might actually be in love with you. but now all you had were those memories.
before you knew it, all art was doing was hanging out and helping tashi train. he had been your training partner first, so it hurt like hell to be left in the dust. you decided to try and let it go and focus on winning your matches. your most important match was coming up and you couldn't let your silly love life get in the way. the one person you had always dreamed of being coached by was going to be at your match. so you knew you had to train like crazy to get to work with them.
a part of you was hoping maybe art would see how amazing your match would be, and finally start paying attention to you again. but you knew you were holding onto false hope.
the day of your match had finally come, and you’d be lying if you said you weren’t scared. this was such an important moment for your career and you couldn't shake those nerves. but you knew seeing art up in the stands would give you the boost of confidence you needed.
the first set was about to start and you still didn’t see art in the stands. you felt your heart skip a beat at the thought that he might not show up. he would never do that to you. right?
the first set had started and for a moment, the world around you started to fade. you may have hated tashi, but man was she right about tennis. you were performing flawlessly and you knew all the hard work was finally going to pay off.
after winning your first set, you go back to your seat, taking a breather and still scanning the crowd for art. he was still nowhere to be found and you could feel your sadness turning into anger. deciding to use that as fuel, you prepare yourself for your next set. the rest of the game goes flawlessly and you know this is the best you have ever played.
hitting the winning point, you stand in shock as cheers come from the stands. thanking your opponent you can’t seem to wipe the smile off your face. that is until you spot art in the stands. you could feel all the anger and resentment you suppressed fighting to be released. this had been your best game yet, and there art was, to ruin it.
packing up your bag, you felt a presence behind you. all spectators and coaches were long gone so you knew exactly who was behind you. turning around to face art, you push past him not wanting to hear a word he has to say.
“y/n please i-” art calls out, quickly catching up with you.
“you what art?!” you yell, turning around to face him.
“you forgot? you had homework? you lost track of time? oh better yet, maybe you were with tashi?” you continue, looking up at him. you could feel hot tears threatening to spill from your eyes.
he stays silent and thats all the answer you need.
“oh my god you were” you whisper, stepping back from him.
“please just let me explain” art pleads, a look of desperation you’d never seen before.
“today was the most important day to me. and i really thought that as my best friend you would at least care a little more. but i know where your priorities lay. and i'm done fighting for a spot i’ll never get” you say as tears quickly spill onto your cheeks.
art’s hand reaches up to brush away your tears, but you step back.
“stay the fuck away from me art” you choke out, quickly walking back to your room.
the next few days were hell. spending each day crying in your bed, you had lost not only the love of your life but your best friend. you had gotten a call offering to be coached by someone you could only ever dream of working with. you should’ve felt happy, ecstatic even, but the last conversation you had with art was still ringing through your head. he had called you far too many times and texted you even more. but you had ignored every single one. the first day he came knocking on your door, but gave up after an hour of waiting. the apology flowers he had sent you sat on your desk. you had no idea what you were going to do. until, you got a text from patrick.
patrick
hi love, art told me about what happened im sorry.
y/n
hi, you don’t have to apologize for him being stupid
patrick
do you want to hang out today? try to get your mind off of him
y/n
actually i would love to
patrick
meet me outside at 2
getting ready to see patrick was a highlight from these past few days. while you were enjoying your sulking you knew you had to get out at some point. going out to the courtyard, you see patrick sitting on a picnic blanket. your favorite foods and snacks were neatly laid next to him. you felt yourself genuinely smiling for the first time in a really long time. you spent the next hour eating your favorite meal and laughing at stupid shit with patrick. although your heart still hurt, you could feel your spirits rising.
“thank you for this patrick, it’s all so lovely” you smile.
“of course i’ll always be here for you” he gleams, pushing away the hair around your face and leaning in to kiss your forehead.
“what the fuck?!”
you would recognize that voice anywhere.
“art what are you doing here?” patrick stands up to face him.
“oh i dont know maybe i go to school here? what the fuck are you doing here patrick?!” he replies, getting closer to patrick.
“seriously y/n? you run off to patrick?” he questions, obviously distraught but you can't seem to place why.
“hey you don’t get to blame her for this” patrick replies.
“oh fuck off patrick would you let her speak”
grabbing arts hand, you quickly lead him away from the public spectacle this was all becoming.
“what the hell is wrong with you art?” you yell, shutting your room door.
“i mean, you completely forgot about me for some other girl and now you're mad at me? none of this makes sense, you broke my heart. you don't get to be angry.” you continue, feeling tears brim your eyes.
he paces for a second, running his hands through the curls you missed so much.
“im in love with you” he stops, looking down at you.
it felt like you were dreaming, like you were imagining the words that just came out of his mouth.
“i always have been. i've just been so stupid about it. when tashi came around i threw myself at her because i thought there was no way you would ever feel that way towards me. and i know i fucked up by doing that, i really really fucked up. but when i picture my life i see you, i've only ever seen you. and seeing you with patrick, i was scared i lost you. i'm sorry y/n, i really am. i would do anything to take it back.” he confesses.
“you’re so stupid!” you yell, pushing his shoulders.
“ive been in love with you for like, forever!” you look up at him, confused as to how he never realized.
“really?” he asks, pure shock all over his face.
“yes! i thought it was obvious” you frown.
before you knew it he was holding your face in his hands, planting a kiss on your lips. in that moment everything felt right, like the stars had aligned.
“y’know i'm still mad at you” you look up at him, placing your hands over his.
“trust me, i will do everything to make it up to you. i'm just glad you're finally mine” he couldn’t seem to wipe the smile off his face as he kissed you again.
you had gotten used to waking up to a cold bed every morning. art took his training very seriously, and you never held that against him, but you yearned to be able to spend days doing nothing with him. you never voiced these emotions, not wanting to hold art back. but this morning was different.
the usual 4:30am alarm that would blare throughout the room, was silent today. and art laid peacefully tucked in, his curly hair strewn all over the place.
"art" you whisper, pushing away the hair from his face.
"hmm" he hummed, keeping his eyes closed while he leaned into your touch.
"don't you have training to get ready for"
"nope not today. thought i'd spend the day with you" he replied, opening his eyes to look at you with a soft smile across his face.
"really?" you ask, not being able to hide your excitement.
"mhm, we can do anything you want"
"anything?" you ask
"anything."
smiling to yourself, he pulls you in by the waist, resting his head in the crook of your neck. you both fall asleep, dreaming about the day you had ahead of you.
-
pulling one of art's stanford hoodies over your head, you begin to wake up art.
"cmon sleepy head" gently waking him up, you sit up in the bed.
he begins to stir before sitting up next to you. you let out a small yelp as he quickly grabs your thighs, pulling you onto his lap.
"art!!" you shriek, letting out a small giggle.
"what! i never get to admire your morning beauty, im making up for lost time here" he replies with his stupid little grin.
"yeah whatever" you laugh, pulling him in for a kiss.
"your the most beautiful girl ive ever seen" he begins to pepper small kisses all over your face.
"i think we should stay like this forever"
"me too" he smiles.
as the sun slowly peeks through the blinds, you lay there in each other's arms content as can be. no tennis, no school, no worries. just you and art.
you and jack met on set almost two years ago now. you were two wide eyed teenagers excited to be on set. from the day you met, you had an inseparable bond. quickly getting comfortable on set, you began sliding each other notes between scenes. they were almost exclusively stupid jokes or small doodles.
being an up-and-coming actress had its perks, but having to leave jack was not one of them. after wrapping on set with jack, you immediately had to fly out to begin shooting your next movie. there were so many memories attached to those dumb little pieces of paper. and so, you and jack began writing to each other 24/7. of course, you still called and texted, but there was something so special about a handwritten letter arriving at your door.
you kept every single letter jack had sent you. he would decorate each envelope and every once in a while, he would sneak in a picture of the two of you. holding these pieces of papers between your fingers, you knew you were falling in love with him. but with you being so far away, and the press tour coming soon, you didn't want to risk telling him. so the love you held for him, could only be held within these letters.
wrapping on your final movie for the season, the press tour for you and jack was starting in a few days. it was so good to finally be home and around jack. seeing him again for the first time in so long only ignited your love for him. you were currently sat on his bed watching a movie, but your eyes were more drawn to him.
"y'know i can feel you staring at me" jack turns towards you with a smile on his face.
you were about to respond when something on the wall next to him catches your eye.
"hey you kept them?" you say, sitting up to look at the letter taped to his wall that you had sent him.
"i kept every single one." he replies, admiring you.
"so did i" you say with a smile spread across your face.
"although i think there was one that never made it to you" jack quickly gets up and begins rummaging through his desk drawers.
he pulls out a letter, fully addressed, with a stamp in the corner, unopened. he hands it over to you with a slight blush on his cheeks. confused, you open up the letter and begin to read.
dear y/n,
i love these letters, and i love you. im in love with you. i think i always have been. i love how you turn bright red when the attention is on you. i love your contagious smile. i love your really bad dance moves. i love the way you fix my hair. i love how you jump up and down when you get excited. i love every second im around you. i love you.
looking up from the letter, tears begin to form in your eyes.
"i know its a bit much but i-"
sitting up from the bed you pull jack in for a kiss.
"i love you too" you reply, with a big smile.
"thank god" jack giggles while pulling you in for another kiss.
standing in his dimly lit room, holding onto each other like your life depended on it. you felt content, knowing all those letters lead to this moment.
takes any and every opportunity to hold your hand because he's "cold" (he isn't he just wants an excuse)
immediately takes off his sweater and gives it to you the moment you slightly shiver
holding on to you extra tight every morning not wanting to let you go
going on long walks because he knows how much you love when the leaves begin to change colors
spending way too much time picking out the most perfect pumpkin he can find for you. going home to carve them and he just looks so proud next to his carved pumpkin
convincing you to go on ice cream dates because he swears it tastes better when it's cold outside
spending a whole night baking way too many deserts. driving around singing songs and dropping them off to friends and family
whenever you're out he loves to wrap his arms around your waist from behind and rest is chin on top of your head
him making a whole list of couples costumes he think would look amazing
resting your head in his lap while you read. he lovesss to play with your hair (not as much as when you play with his)
setting up a bonfire outside and talking for hours on end
slow dancing in the kitchen to your favorite songs
binge watching every single classic halloween movie, loves to hold onto you whenever you get scared. always joking about him playing ghostface
a/n: i start school tomorrow! :( leave me some requests of what you guys wanna read :)
jack was always there for you. even in the hardest of times, he was right there next to you. which explains why he was currently on your bedroom floor stroking your hair as you cried into his lap.
you had called him on the brink of tears and before you knew it he was knocking on your door. you didnt know exactly why you were crying; everything was just piling up. your anxieties had gotten the best of you, breaking down the wall you had fought so hard to keep up.
usually jacks presence brought you comfort, but today it was only adding to the tears. you dont know when your love for him turned romantic, all you knew was you so badly wanted the curly headed boy. the tears worsened when you realized you could never confess these feelings in fear of ruining the friendship you had so beautifully created.
"love, please tell me whats wrong" jack softly whispers.
your heart aches at the familiar nickname.
"i cant. it'll ruin everything" you respond, beginning to wipe away your tears.
wrapping his arms around your shoulders he lifts you up to bring you face to face. pushing back your stray hairs, he carefully swipes his thumb across your cheeks.
"i promise anything you say will not ruin everything"
leaning your cheek into the palm of his hand you slowly pull your words together.
"im in love with you" you confess.
"what?"
you get up from the ground wiping the rest of your tears and taking a breath. jack follows your lead and stands next to you still in shock.
"i have been for a while. i think i was just scared to admit it to myself. whenever im with you everything just feels right. i feel so safe and at home. you are my home" you continue, peering up at him through your eyelashes.
the room is silent except for the small sniffles coming from you.
"i shouldnt of-"
jack cuts you off softly bringing his lips to yours.
"im in love with you too" he confesses.
you pull him in for another kiss, bringing your hands to the back of his neck.
"i dont think i could ever stop loving you" he whispers.
- loves to share headphones with you. makes sure he adds all your favorite songs to his spotify queue
- for sureee a concert boyfriend. hes happy at any concert you drag him to and always matches your energy
- takes you to sephora and buys you whatever you want. he just loves seeing how excited you are looking at all the different products
- movie nights are a must. you always let him choose the movie because you know how much he loves it. cuddled up with all your fav snacks
- biggest gentleman EVER. always opening the door for you, pulling out your chair, everythingggg
- has you visit set at least once a week. he loves to show you around and show you off. hes so very proud of both
- loves to spend mornings with you. waking up in each others arms with the sunlight shining bright in the room. sloppy kisses in the kitchen while you both make breakfast. and of course playing your playlist and singing along
- has the cheesiest pick up lines ever. like horrendous. but you love them sososo much
- watching him workout. thats it
- forever taking the cutest selfies together. him kissing your cheek. the biggest grin across your face
- pool and beach days during the summer. both end in him picking you up to throw you in the water
- calls you when hes away so he can hear your voice and about your day
