that’s my girl — morgan (angry ginge) x popstar!reader
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summary
five days after going public, morgan finds out just how far you’ll go to show him off.
prompt – popstar!reader x ginge, charity match halftime show, surprise performance
warnings – none
word count – ~2k
note – think of reader as Sabrina Carpenter :) I immediately got this idea after the charity match today and SabrinaWood!! hope you all like it <3
requests are open 🎀
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Morgan knows something’s going on.
He just doesn’t know what.
Everyone’s moving weird.
Too many looks. Too many laughs. Too many “just wait” comments.
“Why’s everyone acting like this?” he mutters, pulling his shirt down as he looks around.
“Relax,” someone says, already smiling.
“I don’t like that answer.”
“You’ll see at halftime.”
Morgan frowns. “That’s not reassuring, you know.”
—
The match is loud, messy, fast—but he’s not fully in it.
Because every now and then—
his mind goes back to you.
Five days.
Five days since you both posted.
And somehow, he still hasn’t processed it.
People keep coming up to him like—
“bro that’s YOUR girl???”
And he’s just like—
“…yeah.”
(Still sounds mad when he says it.)
—
Halftime.
The whistle blows.
Players start heading off—
then the lights shift.
Not fully dark.
Just enough.
The crowd noise changes.
Confused.
Then louder.
Anticipation building.
Morgan slows, looking around. “Why does this feel like a concert?”
Someone next to him just grins.
“Because it is.”
“What?”
—
The music starts.
And Morgan stops.
Because he knows that intro.
Too well.
“…nah.”
He turns back—
and there you are.
Running onto the pitch.
And the entire stadium ERUPTS.
“YO—” someone grabs him. “THAT’S YOUR GIRL???”
Morgan just stares.
Actually speechless for a second.
“I didn’t know,” he says, half laughing. “I swear I didn’t know.”
“You’re lying.”
“I’m not!”
But he’s not even focused on them.
Because you’re there.
Actually there.
—
You start with House Tour.
Straight in.
Full energy.
Like you’ve been waiting for this.
The outfit hits first.
Silver, fitted, sparkling under the lights—detailed like the stadium itself.
Then—
the boots.
Red.
Glittering.
And the number.
Morgan’s number.
He lets out a quiet laugh, shaking his head.
“…nah, she’s taking the piss.”
But he’s smiling.
Fully.
“YOU SEE THE BOOTS???” someone shouts.
“Yeah,” he mutters. “I see them.”
—
You’re moving across the pitch like it’s your stage.
Like this is normal.
Like you didn’t headline Coachella hours ago.
“HOW IS SHE HERE???” someone yells.
Morgan just shrugs slightly, eyes still locked on you.
“That’s her,” he says.
Like that explains everything.
—
Then it hits.
The lyric.
“my house is on pretty girl avenue—”
The crowd SCREAMS.
And Morgan just exhales, shaking his head.
“Yeah… it’s long.”
“What?” someone asks.
“That line,” he says. “Watch.”
—
The beat builds.
You hit the centre.
Dancers fall into place.
And then—
the dance break.
But this time—
it’s different.
Because more people run on.
WAGs.
Girlfriends.
Laughing, hyped, joining you like they’ve been waiting for it.
Morgan blinks. “Wait what???”
“They planned this,” someone says.
“Of course they did.”
You’re in the middle of it.
Leading it.
Smiling, laughing, completely in control.
And it doesn’t even feel like a performance anymore—
it feels like you’re just having fun.
In his world.
With his people.
—
Morgan’s shaking his head, smiling to himself now.
“She’s actually mad, you know.”
“But you love it.”
“…yeah.”
—
The song keeps going, energy high, crowd losing it—
and then it shifts.
Slows.
The lights soften slightly.
And the next part hits.
Your voice changes with it.
More controlled.
More intentional.
-
you end with Goodbye.
The mood flips instantly.
The crowd quiets.
Still loud, but listening now.
Watching.
You’re not running anymore.
Not jumping.
Just moving slower, voice softer.
And Morgan?
He’s not joking now.
Not talking.
Just watching.
Because this part—
this feels different.
—
He's watching you
And for a second—
in a full stadium—
it feels small.
Personal.
At least to him.
—
The final note hits.
Fireworks explode.
The crowd ERUPTS again.
And before anyone can even react—
you’re running.
Straight toward him.
—
Morgan barely has time to process it before you’re there.
Right in front of him.
Breathless.
Smiling.
“Hi.”
He just looks at you.
Then laughs.
“Hi?? What do you mean hi??”
You grin. “Missed me?”
“You were in America this morning.”
“And now I’m here.”
“That’s not normal.”
“I know.”
He shakes his head, still staring at you.
“You’re actually crazy.”
“And you love it.”
He doesn’t even hesitate.
“Yeah.”
—
Then he pulls you in.
Fast.
Arm around your waist, bringing you close like he’s been waiting for this since you stepped on the pitch.
The kiss isn’t subtle.
At all.
The crowd LOSES it.
“AYOOOOOO 😭” someone shouts behind him.
Morgan doesn’t care.
Not even a little bit.
—
When he pulls back, he’s still looking at you like he’s trying to process everything at once.
“You wore my number,” he says.
You glance down at your boots, then back at him.
“Yeah.”
“Why?”
You tilt your head slightly, teasing. “Thought it looked good on me.”
He lets out a short laugh, shaking his head.
“You’re claiming me, yeah?”
You smile.
“Maybe.”
His grip tightens slightly on your waist.
“Yeah… I hear that.”
—
There’s a beat.
Then he leans in slightly, voice lower now—
just for you.
“You’re keeping those boots on later, yeah?”
he says with a big smile
Your eyes widen slightly.
“Seriously?”
He smirks.
“They’ve got my number on them.”
You laugh, shaking your head.
“You’re so annoying.”
“And you still flew across the world for me.”
“…don’t make it weird.”
“Too late.”
—
From the side, someone shouts:
“GINGE YOU’VE WON LIFE 😭”
Morgan doesn’t even look.
He just keeps his arm around you, pulling you slightly closer.
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Summary: You don't want to be just Aj's best friend, you want to be something more.
Song: House Of Balloons / Glass Table Girls · The Weeknd
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The echoing clang of the university gates closing behind you felt like a jailbreak. You sucked in a lungful of the crisp autumn air, the scent of dying leaves and freedom a heady mix. Beside you, AJ mirrored your expression, a wide grin splitting his face.
"Well," he said, shoving his hands deep into his pockets, "that was… underwhelming."
Underwhelming was an understatement. You'd both envisioned university as a grand adventure, a portal to a world of knowledge, independence, and self-discovery.
Instead, you found yourselves drowning in a sea of dry lectures, forced social interactions, and the unsettling realization that conforming to a rigid structure wasn't for either of you.
"Underwhelming? I'd call it soul-crushing," you replied, kicking a stray pebble down the pavement. "I swear, Professor Davies looked like he hadn't cracked a smile since the Cretaceous period."
AJ chuckled, a warm, infectious sound that always managed to lift your spirits. "He probably hasn't. Geology. Dinosaurs. Makes sense."
You'd met that morning, a chaotic collision of limbs and dropped textbooks in the crowded registration hall. His disarming smile and quick apology had instantly put you at ease.
You'd both confessed your growing dread as the orientation speeches droned on, and by lunchtime, you were hatching an escape plan.
"So," AJ said, breaking the silence, "Now what?"
You shrugged, a feeling of exhilaration bubbling inside you. "Anything's better than another lecture on the socio-economic impact of 18th-century pottery."
"Agreed. Pizza?"
Pizza turned into an impromptu brainstorming session at a local park. You sprawled on the grass, the discarded university pamphlets forming a makeshift picnic blanket. AJ, animated and full of energy, tossed ideas around like confetti. Musician? Writer? Chef? None of them felt quite right.
"What about you?" he asked, turning his bright eyes to you. "What do you actually want to do?"
You hesitated. Admitting your secret aspirations felt vulnerable, especially to someone you'd only known for a few hours. But there was something about AJ, an openness, a genuine interest, that made you feel safe.
"I… I've always wanted to model," you confessed, tracing patterns in the grass. "But it feels so… frivolous, doesn't it? Especially after spending all morning listening about climate change."
AJ sat up straight, his eyes widening. "Frivolous? Are you kidding me? You're stunning! Seriously. You could totally do it."
His unwavering belief, his complete lack of cynicism, was infectious. You spent the rest of the afternoon building up the courage to take the leap.
By the time the sun began to dip below the horizon, painting the sky in hues of orange and purple, you had a plan. He'd start a YouTube channel, something funny and relatable, and you’d start compiling a modelling portfolio.
That was the beginning. You and AJ, two kindred spirits who'd stumbled upon each other and opted for the road less travelled. You'd spent the next few years navigating the unpredictable terrain of your chosen paths, always there for each other as unwavering pillars of support.
AJ's YouTube channel, initially a solo venture, gradually morphed into something bigger. He started collaborating with other creators, forming a collective that eventually became Beta Squad.
Their goofy challenges, witty banter, and genuine camaraderie resonated with millions. You watched his star rise with a mixture of pride and disbelief. He was still the same AJ you knew, but now, he was AJ Shabeel, a bonafide internet sensation.
Your own journey was a whirlwind of castings, rejections, and the occasional triumph. You landed a few small campaigns, built your portfolio, and slowly started making a name for yourself.
The industry was cutthroat, filled with unrealistic expectations and relentless pressure, but you persevered, driven by the same determination that led you to walk out of that university on the first day.
Through it all, AJ was your constant. Late-night phone calls dissecting disastrous auditions, celebratory dinners after landing a big gig, pep talks when self-doubt threatened to consume you. He was your confidant, your cheerleader, your best friend.
He was also, unbeknownst to him, the silent anchor of your heart.
You'd carefully compartmentalized your feelings, tucking them away in a hidden corner of your mind. The fear of jeopardizing your friendship, the comfort of the familiar, had always outweighed the longing for something more. But lately, the walls you'd so meticulously built were starting to crumble.
Seeing him on screen, laughing with the other Beta Squad members, signing autographs for adoring fans, stirred something deep within you.
It wasn't jealousy, not exactly. It was more like a quiet ache, a yearning to be the one who made him laugh like that, the one he looked at with such genuine affection.
The realization had hit you hard a few weeks ago, a tidal wave of emotion that left you breathless. You were in love with your best friend.
It wasn't just his rugged good looks or the way his eyes crinkled when he laughed, it was the way he listened, really listened, to your fears and aspirations.
The gentle touch of his hand on your shoulder during a particularly tough day, the way his voice could soothe your anxieties, the warmth of his embrace that never failed to make you feel safe.
It was the way he looked at you, not as a model or a muse, but as a person, a soulmate, a partner in crime.
But you'd convinced yourself that it was a one-sided affair, that AJ saw you as nothing more than a friend.
Until tonight.
The party was a blur of flashing lights and pounding music, a cacophony of laughter and the clink of glasses.
You'd had one too many, your thoughts swirling like the colors of the disco ball above your head. You'd stumbled into a quiet corner, seeking refuge from the chaos, when you felt a hand on your elbow.
"You okay?" AJ's voice was a lifeline in the storm, grounding you.
You nodded, leaning heavily against the wall. "Just tired," you murmured.
His gaze searched yours, his thumb tracing lazy circles on your bare skin. "You know you can talk to me, right?"
The words were out before you could stop them. "I do talk to you," you whispered, "but I don't know if you're listening to what I'm not saying."
The music seemed to fade into the background as AJ's hand stilled. His eyes searched yours, a question hanging in the air, unspoken. You felt your heart racing, the heat of his body against yours, the anticipation thick like the scent of your combined perfumes.
He leaned closer, his breath a warm gust against your ear. "What aren't you telling me?"
Your breath hitched, your body responding to his proximity with an ache that was impossible to ignore. "I'm in love with you, AJ."
The confession hung between you, a tangible thing, crackling with electricity. His hand tightened around your elbow, his eyes widening.
You braced for rejection, for the friendship to shatter into a million unfixable pieces.
Instead, he stepped closer, his free hand cradling your face. "You're my best friend," he said, his voice hoarse, "and I've been waiting for you to say that for so long."
The world stopped as he kissed you. It was nothing like the chaste pecks you'd shared as friends. This was a declaration of passion, a promise of forever.
His lips were firm, demanding, yet tender. The kiss was a symphony of sensations, a crescendo of desire that left you trembling.
As your lips parted, his eyes searched yours for permission, for confirmation that this was what you wanted. You nodded, unable to form coherent words, and he claimed your mouth again.
The taste of him was intoxicating, a blend of the whiskey from the party and the sweetness that was uniquely AJ.
The kiss grew deeper, more urgent, as his hand slipped from your elbow to the small of your back, pulling you into his embrace. You felt the firmness of his body, the thump of his heart against your chest.
His breath hitched in your ear as he pulled away, his eyes dark with a desire that mirrored your own.
"I... I can't believe this is happening," he whispered, tracing the curve of your jaw with his thumb. "I thought I was going to have to carry this unspoken feeling forever."
A laugh bubbled up from your chest, a mixture of relief and disbelief. "So, you... you feel the same?"
He nodded, his gaze intense. "More than you know. I've been terrified of ruining everything, of scaring you away. But tonight..." he hesitated, his eyes flicking downwards before meeting yours again. "Tonight, I couldn't stand it anymore."
With a gentle touch, he tucked a loose strand of hair behind your ear, his fingertips lingering on the soft skin of your cheek. The warmth of his hand sent shivers down your spine, igniting a trail of fire that coiled in your belly.
He led you to the edge of the dance floor, where the music was a muffled rhythm that echoed through your bodies. The lights were dimmer here, casting shadows that danced on your skin as you moved closer to him.
"Good," you muttered into the crook of his neck, the word a sigh of relief that seemed to resonate through his entire being. His hands slid down your back, cupping your waist. The knowledge that he wanted you as badly as you wanted him was a heady aphrodisiac.
Your own hands found his shoulders, tracing the contours of his muscles through his shirt.
The fabric was damp with the heat of his skin, and the scent of him—that delicious mix of sweat, cologne, and the faint smokiness of his hair—filled your senses.
AJ's mouth moved from your lips, trailing kisses along your jaw, down your neck. Each brush of his lips sent a pulse of pleasure through you, and you felt your knees threaten to buckle.
"We've wasted so much time," he murmured, his breath hot against your skin.
Your pulse quickened, and you leaned into him, the heat between you becoming palpable. "We don't have to waste any more," you whispered.
But AJ's arms tightened around you, and he pulled back slightly. "Let's wait until you're sober," he muttered, his voice a soft rumble in your ear. "I want to make sure you know what you're doing, that this isn't just the alcohol talking."
You blinked, the fog of desire and confusion clouding your thoughts for a moment.
But his words cut through the haze, and you nodded, feeling a strange mix of relief and disappointment. It was the responsible, caring thing to do, even though every part of you screamed for more.
AJ's arms loosened slightly, his thumb stroking your cheek in a comforting gesture. "I know this is new for you, and I don't want to rush you," he said, his voice a soothing balm to your racing heart. "But when you're ready, when you're sure, I'll be here."
You leaned into his touch, the tenderness of his words wrapping around you like a warm blanket. "Thank you," you breathed, your voice barely audible over the music.
The understanding in his eyes washed over you like a cool wave, easing the tension that had coiled around your heart.
AJ kissed you once more, a soft, lingering press of his lips to yours, sealing the unspoken promise that hung in the air. "Let's get you home," he said, his voice a gentle rumble that seemed to resonate in your very soul.
The drive home was a blur of city lights and the sound of your own racing heart. Each gear shift, each turn of the steering wheel, was a reminder that your life had just taken a sharp detour down a road you never knew existed.
His hand rested on the gearstick, the muscles in his forearm flexing and releasing in a hypnotic rhythm. You watched, your eyes drawn to the stark contrast of his skin against the leather.
The car stopped in front of your apartment, and the sudden silence was deafening.
You turned to him, the gravity of the moment pressing down on you like a heavy weight. The interior lights cast a soft glow over his features, highlighting the sharpness of his jaw and the dark pools of his eyes.
He reached out, his thumb tracing the plumpness of your lower lip. The touch was feather-light, sending a tremor of anticipation through your body.
"I've dreamed about this," he said, his voice a low, sensual rumble. "But not like this. I never wanted your first time to be because of a dare, or because you're tipsy."
You reached up to cover his hand with yours, the warmth of his skin searing into your palm. "It's not because of the dare," you assured him, your voice a whisper. "It's because of you."
His gaze searched yours, looking for the truth in your words. After a moment, a soft smile tugged at the corners of his mouth. "Okay," he murmured, the sound sending a delicious shiver down your spine. "But we're still taking it slow."
The walk to your apartment was fraught with tension, the kind that crackled in the air and made the hairs on your arms stand on end.
Each step you took brought you closer to the reality of what could happen, what you both wanted. The door closed behind you with a soft snick, and suddenly, the world outside ceased to exist.
AJ took your hand, his touch gentle but firm as he guided you down the hallway. Your heart hammered in your chest, each beat echoing through your veins like a drum.
The floorboards creaked softly underfoot, a reminder of the intimacy of the moment. The only light came from the sliver of moon peeking through the bedroom curtains, casting a silver glow across your bed.
He helped you to the bed, his eyes never leaving yours. Each movement was deliberate, a silent question that you answered with a nod, a blush, a deepening of your breath.
The mattress dipped slightly under your weight, and the coolness of the sheets was a stark contrast to the heat building between you.
His hands hovered over your shoulders, unsure if he should proceed. You reached up and pulled his face down to yours, kissing him with a hunger that surprised even you. The kiss grew deeper, more demanding, until the need for air became a distant concern.
When you finally broke away, you were both breathless.
"Will you stay over tonight?" you asked, the words slipping out before you could second guess yourself.
AJ's eyes searched yours, a storm of emotions swirling in their depths. He took a deep, unsteady breath, the silence between you stretching taut as a bowstring.
"I… I can't," he murmured, the disappointment in his voice a dagger to your heart. "But not because I don't want to. I just don't think it's a good idea, not like this."
You nodded, trying to ignore the pang of rejection. You knew he was right; this wasn't the way you wanted it either. But the ache in your body was a persistent throb, a yearning that hadn't been satiated by the kiss.
AJ stood, his movements deliberate as he stepped back, putting space between you. You felt the chill of his absence like a cold shower. "But I want to," he continued, his voice thick with desire. "More than anything, I want to stay and explore this with you."
You swallowed, the air in the room suddenly too thick to breathe. "Then why can't you?" you managed to ask.
"Because," AJ said, his voice tight, "I want to do this right. I want to show you everything you deserve, not just because we're caught up in the moment."
His gaze held yours, unwavering. "I want to be the one who takes you to new heights, who makes you feel like the only person in the world. And I can't do that if you're not entirely sure."
You sat there, the fabric of your dress sticking to your skin as the heat of his words washed over you. The ache in your chest grew, a potent blend of desire and frustration. "But what if I am sure?"
AJ took a step closer, his eyes dark and intense. "Call me tomorrow," he said, his voice a velvet demand. "If you still feel this way when you're sober, when you've had time to think, then tell me the same thing."
Your stomach flipped at the challenge. The idea of waiting, of being unsure if this was just a drunken confession or the truth you've been too afraid to speak, was exhilarating. You nodded, your throat too tight to speak.
He leaned in, his breath a whisper against your cheek. "And when you do," he murmured, "make sure you mean it."
With that, he turned and walked away, the door clicking shut behind him. You remained on the bed, the warmth of his words a stark contrast to the cold emptiness of the room.
The moonlight played across your skin, illuminating the goosebumps that had risen in the wake of his touch. Your body hummed with need, your mind racing with the possibilities of what tomorrow could bring. . . .
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And there you were, in that stupid restaurant where you actually thought that you were capable of love once again.
You are a famous content creator, but with one catch, you have never shown your face.
You were walking down the street, near a coffee shop that you loved, when all of the sudden, a tall man and no so tall man approach you, but you recognise them, you've been following their content for quite a while, thus admiring the amount of good videos they could put out from the point of view of another content creator.
- Hi! Sorry, we are a bit lost, we are trying to find the square - said the tall man (which, to be fair, the town is like a maze)
- Yes! The square, right, uhmm... if you go down this street and then turn to the left you will see this liquor shop, if you go behi-
- Do you mind actually taking us there? We are so very lost as of right now, I'm scared if we go there we might not be able to come back from whatever this place is. - the short man added - If you're not doing anything relevant of course.
- Uhmm, sure I guess - you answered, but deep down you were just nervous to even be talking to them.
On your way there, they tried doing some chit chat so that it wasn't all that uncomfortable.
- So what do you do for work? - the tall man asked.
- I'm a content creator, I do mainly youtube tho.
- Oh! So you're just like us then - the tall man added.
- Yeah! You're Niko and Aj, right? From the Betasquad? - you tried to pretend like you barely knew them 'cause you didn't want them to feel uncomfortable thanks to you fangirling all over them.
- Ohhh yesyes, you know us - Aj answered.
Anyways, you already got there, when all of a sudden, Niko invites you to this restaurant, as it was getting lunchtime and you've just did a 30min walk with them just so that they wouldn't get lost, which you gladly accepted.
You get in the restaurant, and get ready to order. You decide to get some fish and chips as you hadn't had them in a while. When you look up, you immediately lock eyes with Niko, but none of you said a thing. All of this being interrupted by the waitress coming to take your order.
You start questioning, everything, since you thought that maybe you are just exaggerating everything, but there he was, looking at your lips.
During the lunch, you talked about your job, and you actually showed them your channel with over 6M subs, and let them be the only ones that have seen your face knowing it's you.
By the end, Niko proposed sharing phone numbers just 'in case they got lost', but you knew something was up with him, still, you have them your number.
~~~~~ 1:24 a.m - that same night ~~~~~
Niko: you up?
Y/N: yeah, wyd?
Niko: just chilling yk
Y/N: I was actually about yo start editing a video
Y/N: to*
Niko: nice
Niko: we should hang out some other time, it was nice to get to know you
Y/N: oh I would love to hehe, it was fun meeting you guys
Niko: tomorrow we were actually going to film some stuff around here if you would like to join us
Y/N: sure!
Niko: nice
Niko: cya tomorrow then
Y/N: gnn
~~~~ 10:36 - at the shoot ~~~~
You were showing them the city around for a bit, and showing them the main landmarks and monuments, as that was one of the challenges they had settle for their video.
Walking down the alleyway, Niko walking next to you, your hands touch, but once again, neither of you says anything or makes a distance between the hands. You look at him in the eyes, and you realise that he is trying to play it cool by talking to the camera, that was focused only from your upper torso up.
Aj wanted to go buy a gift for their opponents, so you decide to take them to the one shop in the city that had everything. Looking through the shelves, you look up, he was already looking at you, but decided to break the eye contact quickly.
This went on throughout the filming.
- So...what are you doing tonight? - Niko asked as soon as the shoot finished.
- Well... I don't know, have a date dinner with myself... I guess - you tried to play it cool, 'cause you knew something was up.
- Mmm... how about... you join me for dinner, just you and me, and we can go to the restaurant we went last time... What do you think?
- Yeah! Sure! Why not
- Okay, 7:30?
- That sounds fine to me!
~~~~ 6:30pm - getting ready ~~~~~
You really thought you were incapable of love after what happened last time, the guy left and said no words regarding why he was even leaving you in the first place, and that one being your one and only relationship, it really stuck with you.
You thought that no one could love you, and that maybe, just maybe, you could get into a relationship again.
But still, you didn't want to get your expectations high, but you still kinda did either way.
~~~ 7:00pm - ready for dinner ~~~
You were wearing a beautiful little black dress, with some Swarovski jewelry, some perfume, and you should be getting ready to go.
~~~ at the restaurant ~~~
There he was.
Who could say that he could actually wear a suit with matching pants on.
He was waiting for you.
With a flower on the table, a rose, a red rose, maybe he actually is interested in you.
You sit down, and god was he staring at you with his big doe brown eyes.
You decide to order, you chose some steak with some cheese, he chose the same as you.
You were eating, and talking about common interests, you realized that that was the funniest man you've ever met, he made you genuinely happy.
As dinner went on, he starts flirting more and more with you, those looks, the hands...
And that's when he pulled your hand and kissed you, very softly.
You broke the kiss and start nervously laughing, which he did too.
- Sorry, sorry, maybe I shouldn't have-
- Oh shut up and came here again - you said as you went in for another kiss
Strangely, none of you felt uncomfortable, it's like you were both knew this would happen tonight.
You wanted to pay for dinner, but he decided to stop you and pay for dinner. You even tried to have him split the bill, but he wouldn't.
You left the establishment, not realizing that you were both touching hands, and then holding eachothers.
You started walking towards your car, with him holding your hand.
- You comin'? - you asked him
- Don't even doubt that - he said as he leaned for another kiss, this time in the car with you.
You were approaching the place where he was staying at to drop him off.
- Soo... are we doing this again? - you asked
- Of course, whenever you want - he said with a smile
You laughed and leaned for a kiss again before saying goodbye to him.
~~~ the next day ~~~
Y/N: wyd
Niko: well, I just finished a beta squad shooting soo... as of right now... I am doing nothing right now...
Y/N: oh, I like how that sounds hehe
Y/N: wanna do smth later?
Niko: always
~~~ 2h later ~~~
Y/N: wanna hang out a bit?
...
Y/N: yk, I had a lot of fun yesterday
Y/N: i'd like to repeat that ;)
...
Niko: hi
Niko: umm sure, same place same time?
Y/N: hii
Y/N: yes, omw to get ready :)
As you were getting ready, for once in a very long time, you weren't overthinking everything, because you didn't feel the need, because you were going with the flow.
~~~ at the restaurant ~~~
Surprisingly, you were first, so you decided to take a table and ask for a water while waiting for him.
Time was passing by
Y/N: hii
Y/N: where r you
....
Y/N: you know I'm waiting for you, right?
....
Y/N: are you even coming?
....
And there you were, in that stupid restaurant where you actually thought that you were capable of love once again.
Hello everyone 😭😭 It's been a REALLY long while since I've been on here which makes me completely tongue-tied because I have no idea what to say other than the fact that i missed all of you and the beta squad FOR SURE.
Unfortunately, my beta squad obsession fizzled away (end of an era) 💔 And me feeding my real life needs and scenarios into the fanfics that I used to write is gone because my perfect boyfriend takes REALLY good care of me 😜
BUTT that doesn't mean I'm gone or that I'll disappear again!! Amelia is here to stay (HOPEFULLY) and I'll try to be as active as before. Maybe I could write for multiple other people, not just the beta squad. (That is if I do have motivation)
And who knows, beta squad's comeback this month might make me return to writing for them 🤷🏻♀️ HAHAHA ANYWAY HOW HAVE YOU GUYS BEEN? Also my birthday was 6 days ago so your girl is now in her twenties and I feel so fucking old 💔💔 College is biting my ass SO hard and I'm so close to committing 😭😭
