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Hey so I have a question and I feel like it might sound like it comes from a place of judgement but I swear I'm just curious to hear your perspective. I mainly follow your blog for severance but I know you also post about Britt x Adam, and for quite some time now I saw shipping real people kinda parasocial and how it could cause harm, at least from what I heard from youtubers who would be shipped a lot in the past. I was wondering how you feel about that. I guess me feeling weird about this comes from the fact I don't want Britt or Adam to have their real loving relationships affected because of fans, and also I worry if the shipping goes too far they might become uncomfortable with the romance plot in severance. My worries might be too paranoid, but I guess it's just a type of worry I picked up after hearing youtubers talk about how they had to stop acting close when collabing because shipping affected their friendship. I used to ship kpop idols so I don't think I'm in any shape or form "better", I just wanted to hear what's your perspective on this aspect of real person shipping! :)
okay in all seriousness, im not generally a real person shipper, ive never really been into that. like i get how it can get really invasive and parasocial. this brittadam thing specifically is like kinda unserious to me and also an exception. i don’t actually think “oh they’re 100 percent fucking oh they definitely have to date” etc. like i take all the rumors with a grain of salt, their chemistry is good enough for me to be able to joke and talk about it, yk. now i won’t lie i do absolutely get parasocial i am not above this shit, a part of me actually would like it if they were together and if things got messy. but again i don’t do it very seriously. we are at a hiatus rn and we aren’t getting new content anymore so this is the shit i (and some other ppl here) resort to. i wouldn’t want their relationship to actually get damaged bc of these rumors, and especially would hate it if it affected their characters and the show. markhellyna >>> rpf im sorry guys. all that being said i also do like to get messy. as a public figure and esp celebrity/actor i feel like you have to be okay with these sorts of rumors, bc unfortunately its just a part of the job, it comes with the fans. but ofc that is applicable only to a certain extent bc it does get too much and invasive. i think we are fine here though. if i get super invasive asks i don’t answer them anyway so
#basically what i mean is#never stop rpfing but also don’t take it too seriously pls#ask#adam scott#britt lower
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Since Kindergarten

Summary: Jaz and Michael slowly learn that maybe they shouldn’t be too harsh on Ashton for having a crush when they can’t even figure it out themselves.
A/N: Spin off/alternate storyline of @cxddlyash’s work Make You Mine
Word Count: 5.8k
And away, and away we go!
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“Club meeting after school. It’ll be on the announcements, but I know you never pay attention,” I tell Michael.
“I’m Vice President, Jaz. I know when my club meets,” the boy rolls his pretty green eyes.
“Our club,” I correct, patting his chest.
His eyes roll again. “Yeah, yeah. Catch ya later Madam President.” He gives me a mock salute before dashing down the hall to his class.
I laugh to myself as I walk into my science class, stalling as I spot a girl I’ve never seen before in my usual seat. “Uh… you’re in my seat,” I tell her, taking the desk directly to her left.
“Shit, I’m sorry…” the girl mumbles, grabbing her things.
I wave my hand for her to stay where she is. “I’m fucking with you. Mr. C doesn’t give two shits where we sit anyway. Something about encouraging our growing minds to make the right decisions for ourselves. I’m Jasmine, by the way. Everyone calls me Jaz, though.”
“Y/N,” she replies, her voice a little stronger as she relaxes back into the desk.
“So, where’d ya move from?”
“North Carolina.”
“Shit,” I nod approvingly. As if I knew fuckin’ anything about North Carolina… “So you’re probably used to the heat then?”
She laughs politely. “Yeah. It’s a lot dryer here though.”
“Yeah, that’s California for ya.”
“Aw, look at that!” a voice behind us cooed sadistically. “The old loser’s making friends with the new loser.”
“Well, that’s not a very nice way to talk about your friends, Rachel,” I deadpan, offering Rosie my award winning smile.
The girl with strawberry blonde hair that falls in perfect waves down her designer sweater scoffs. “Whatever. You would take in the strays, wouldn’t you?”
“Funny, we say the same thing about you dating Greg, Ruby,” I respond, continuing to butcher her’s and her tool of boyfriend’s names on purpose.
Rosie scoffs again, and I smirk at the little stamp of her foot. “At least I don’t sleep with all my friends. Or are you into girls? I can never tell when you hang out with those boys who’s fucking who.”
“You should ask George, I’m sure he knows. Run along now, Ruth. I heard today we’re gonna figure out why scientifically some girls peak in high school.”
“Ugh! You’re such a loser!”
“Sorry about that…” I apologize to Y/N, who has her eyes squeezed shut and is white knuckling her desk. “Just ignore her. It’s what everybody else does.”
“Not you,” she points out. “You stood up to her…”
I shrug my shoulders. “Nah, standing up to her would be slugging her right in her pretty lil face. I just like to remind her that she’s not the only one who can run their mouth. Anyway... North Carolina, huh?”
~~~
I spot my friends already hanging by the doorway of the cafeteria with their lunches. I mutter a quick thanks as I grab my lunch before making my way over to them. “Sup, losers?” I grin, balancing my tray in one hand so I can throw my other arm around Michael’s shoulder.
The boy laughs, before looping his own arm across my shoulders. “What’s the game plan for lunch?”
I shrug, carefully so as not to nudge off his arm or jostle us into spilling our lunches. “No idea. Guys?” I ask, looking over at our other friends.
Calum shrugs while Luke suggests, “Outside like always?”
“Works for me, I’m starving,” Michael complains.
“You’re always starving,” we all answer before heading for the doors to go outside. All but Ashton, who’s frowning and still frozen in place. “Ash?” I ask, getting the hazel-eyed boy’s attention. “You coming?”
He nods quickly before jogging to catch up with us. “So… did no one see what Rosie did to Y/N?” he asks as we all sit down at our usual table off in the shade.
I snap my head in his direction at the mention of Rosie. The things I would do to that girl and her snobby friends given half a chance. My eyes scan across the quad, locating the strawberry blonde bimbo with her posse and douche of a boyfriend, Grant. “What?! What did she do?!” I demand, feeling my hands curl into fists at my sides. I hated the way she thought she could just treat people like shit and get away with it because no one wanted to ruin their reputation by standing up to her. And since Y/N was still the new kid, that made her a fresh target for Rosie’s bullshit. It made my skin crawl just thinking about it. Yeah, the girl was shy, but she was sweet as could be, and one hell of a science partner. She deserved better than Rosie constantly fucking with her.
“She roughly pushed her into the lockers, claiming she was in the way,” Ashton quickly explains.
The disgust was clear in his tone, but there was an underlying sadness to it. I scoff and push back a few loose strands of my hair. “Of course she did. She never liked her.” I let out a sigh, remembering every faked “Whoops,” Rosie gave her in science class when she purposefully kicked our bags each time she walked by or dropped our papers so they didn’t get handed in with everyone else’s. God, that bitch was one move away from me blowing up her next science experiment.
“Who really cares?” Calum pipes up. “She keeps to herself. She’s kinda asking to be a target.”
I’m not sure when all this cliche shit went to my friend’s head, so I give him a good punch on the arm to remind him just who he’s friends with.
He groans, moving out of my reach, rubbing at his arm. “Fuck, Jaz! What the hell?!”
“Don’t be a fucking dick!” I snarl, feeling Michael’s hand cover my own as a silent plea not to beat Calum senseless. “Who cares if she keeps to herself? That doesn’t mean she should get picked on.” I roll my eyes at him. Honestly… Plus, was Calum really that dense that he couldn’t see that Ashton clearly had a thing for the new girl? Well… what better way to get Ashton to talk to her than by inviting her to sit with us?
Ashton’s eyes widen as I get up from the table, spotting the girl alone at a table on the outskirts of the quad. “Jaz, what are you doing?” It’s a hissed whisper laced with panic as he frantically waves me back over to them, eyes darting about trying to get help from the other guys.
I look over at him, a smirk on my lips. “I’m gonna bring her over here, duh.”
Y/N’s working on homework when I walk up to her, so I wait patiently for her to take notice of my presence, my hands clasping together in front of me. “Hey,” I smile brightly at her when she slowly lifts up her gaze.
“Hi… What’s going on?” Her fingers shake a little as she tucks a stand of hair behind her ear. Oh, she was like a kicked puppy… I’d like to give Rosie a good kick…
Deciding to just go for it, I reach for her bag. Her hand reaches out to stop mine, but I already have it in my hands. “C’mon,” I coax, nodding my head in the direction of my table. “I want you to come sit with me and my friends. I’ve got one that really wants to meet you.”
Her cheeks flush as she shakes her head. “Jaz… I- I appreciate the offer, but I’m fine right here.”
I sigh, but I’m not ready to give up so quickly. “Please?” I slightly beg. “Just for today?” When her hand grabs again for her bag, I hold my arm out of her reach. Great, hold her bag hostage, that’ll work…
The girl’s eyes dart back and forth between me and the chaos that is high schoolers vying for space despite being out-fuckin’-side. “You guys don’t wanna be seen with me,” she diverts, but I just shake my head. Her excuse is about as lame as my holding her schoolbag hostage. She lets out a sigh and I cheer internally. “F-fine, but just for today.”
I grin, handing her back her backpack. One battle at a time. I stop in front of my table, feeling her bump into me. She mutters a quick apology, but I don’t acknowledge it, instead choosing to start introducing her. “Y/N, these are my friends,” I begin, pointing towards Calum first. “This is Calum. You might know him from the soccer team.” She shakes her head at me, so I keep going. “This is Luke. He’s in the choir.” They exchange a small wave of hello while my hand finds Michael’s shoulder. “This is Michael. He and I created the video game club, and he’s currently still mad that I’m president.” I break off into a giggle, realizing I’m rambling the most about him.
Michael scoffs, moving his pastel purple hair out of his face, that I swear he only dyed purple because I dyed the tips of my own hair purple. Or had I dyed my hair to match him? “Of course you’re the president,” he tells me, sarcasm dripping off his words. “You’re a pretty girl in a club with a bunch of gamers.”
Did he just call me pretty on purpose? I give him a look, crossing my arms over my chest, deciding to keep the banter going with him to hopefully distract from the heat I feel in my cheeks. “Mhm, sure. Keep telling yourself that. It’s really because I’m a better gamer than you.”
Y/N smiles softly, taking everything in before her gaze flutters over to Ashton expectantly.
“And finally we have Ashton!” I grin, leaning in to whisper for just her to hear, “He’s the one that really wanted to meet you.”
I motion for her to sit down as I sit across from Michael. When she does, I turn my attention on the green-eyed boy across from me. Had calling me pretty just been to make his playful insult have a little more sting to it? Or had he really meant it? His nose scrunches up as he tosses a fry at me. “What’re you staring at me so hard for, weirdo?”
“Still trying to figure out how you think you’re the better gamer,” I fire back.
“What? You want me to prove it?”
The idea of playing videogames with Michael? How was I gonna pass up that offer? It wasn’t like I had gone out of my way to make a club just to make sure I had an excuse to be around him more or anything crazy like that… Okay, well I had… sort of. He’d been the one complaining that all our friends had their thing. And running the club together had meant we had been spending more time together which wasn’t bothering me in the slightest, considering I’d been crushing on the kid since we became friends in kindergarten. But, I didn’t want him to know that just yet. Or ever. “You’re on, Clifford.”
Whatever his response is gets cut off with a giggled "Oops! Making new friends I see?"
My attention shifts in time to see Y/N give a shake of her head, while scrambling to get up from the table. "N-No… I was just leaving," she stutters, beginning to walk away. She doesn’t make it far because Rosie sticks out her foot, sending Y/N crashing to the ground.
The quad erupts in laughter as a crowd gathers to watch Rosie’s newest torment. Yeah, laugh harder jackasses, cuz each one of you knows it coulda been you, I think bitterly, rising to my feet. "Hey, Rosie, how about you fuck off?" My voice is a growl.
My response is a snicker that makes me wanna give her a real reason to get a nose job. "Nice to see you sticking with the loser still, Jaz. Be careful. She might steal your man," she states while her eyes glance towards Michael. She gives Y/N one good last hard look of disgust before slinking off.
I let out a huff of breath, crossing my arms over my chest. "God, I fucking hate her…” I ignore Michael’s look of confusion, sitting back down and gesturing for her to do the same. “C'mon, Y/N, sit back down."
She shakes her head at my offer, taking a few steps back. "I told you, you guys wouldn't want to be seen with me," she mumbles before walking away.
“Y/N? Y/N!” I call out after her. I sigh in defeat, looking to find Rosie still laughing with her friends. “Hehehehe,” I mock under my breath flipping her off.
Michael grabs my wrist, lowering my arm. “Do you really need to give her a reason?” he asks.
“Oh, please… like she needs a reason.”
“Still. Don’t stoop to her level, Jaz.”
“You say stooping, I say leveling the playing field.”
Michael rolls his eyes, sighing. “Anyway…”
~~~
“Ha!” I laugh in victory. “Told ya I’m the better gamer,” I continue to gloat at Michael.
“That’s cuz I let you win.”
“Oh, yeah frickin’ right…” I roll my eyes. “You can say it Mikey. I won’t tell anybody. Go on. Say it. Say ‘Jaz, you’re the better gamer.’ Well? I’m waiting…”
“Jaz,” he starts.
“Yes?” I ask sweetly.
“You’re batshit crazy,” he grins.
I swat his arm. “Yeah, yeah, tell me something I don’t know.”
“You actually suck at videogames. I play with my controller inverted so you can win.”
I gasp at the confession, grabbing his controller and checking the settings he has on it. “You lil liar,” I laugh when his controller is set in a manner similar to mine.
His head tilts back as he laughs, his eyes crinkling in the corner. They’re soft when he pauses to take a breath, a crooked smile on his pink lips. “Nah, you’re actually pretty good. But, in my defense, I didn’t grow up with 3 older brothers. So all my gaming skills are self-taught.”
I scoff, jerking my thumb towards my bedroom door. “You think those idiots are helpful? Do you know me at all?”
“What kinda question is that? ‘Course I know ya,” he huffs.
“Mhm… sure…”
“What? Want me to prove it?”
I cross my hands behind my head. “Dazzle me,” I deadpan.
“Well…” he leans forward. “I happen to know that if I do what I’m about to do, there’s a fifty-fifty chance I get slapped.”
My breath catches in my throat. “A-and what are you about to do?”
His tongue wets his lips as he leans in even more. Before he can do what I think he’s about to do, my bedroom door bursts open. “Dinner!” the youngest of my older brothers, Ian, shouts. “And keep your door open when you have guests, Jaz,” he says with a smirk in Michael’s direction.
I stalk over to Ian. “Knocking is a thing, jackass. Try it sometime.” I push him in the chest so he staggers out of my doorway before slamming the door in his face. “So…” I say, turning back to Michael. “You staying for dinner?”
He grabs his backpack, slinging it over one shoulder. “Nah, told my parents I’d be home. I probably won’t be on later…” One of his hands rubs at the back of his neck. “Homework and shit, ya know… but see ya tomorrow?”
“Yeah, see ya...” I was going to kill Ian...
~~~
It was getting harder and harder to be around Michael. We hadn’t talked about what had almost happened in my bedroom, so every attempt at any other type of conversation felt awkward and forced. I hated it. I wanted my friend back. But I also wanted one of us to grow a pair and finish what we had started. And the more time that passed without either one of us bringing it up, the weirder our new limbo state became.
Right now, my only saving grace seemed to be that at least Ashton appeared to be in the same boat Michael and I were in. Only he didn’t have ten plus years of friendship with his crush.
“What are you staring at?" Michael asks Ashton while taking a bite of the pizza on his plate. Pizza sauce gathers in the corner of his mouth, and it takes all my instincts to not wipe it away. Michael’s gaze follows where Ashton’s is. "You're staring at her again?" It’s a stupid question. Of course Ashton’s been staring at Y/N. That’s all the boy does anymore. Problem was he needed to actually talk to her to accomplish anything. Wow… project much, Jaz?
Ashton snaps his head towards his friend, a blush forming on his cheeks. "What do you mean again?!" he asks and Michael gives him a look before glancing towards me. My heart flutters in my chest. I loved the way Michael would always start to say something, then look to me to finish it. Like we were a team. Which I supposed we were. But… ugh…. Teenage boys...
"What he means is that you stare at her a lot, which is okay! You like her, it's cute. But, it'd be more effective if you actually talked to her," I elaborate.
Ash scoffs softly. "I talk to her. We're friends," he states.
I raise an eyebrow. My fingers tap against the table, my eyes scanning over the paper he has covered up with his arms. "If you're just friends… what's this?" I ask.
Ashton’s answer is in the way he blushes. He picks up the paper as the rest of the boys glance at him. "It's nothing," Ashton mumbles and folds up the letter before stuffing it into his bag. "I've got a concert tomorrow night, so I'm gonna go practice."
"You think he'll have the balls to ask her out?" Michael asks me and I glances towards the lilac-haired teenager.
"I wouldn't talk, Mike," Luke mentions. Michael is quick to smack the blue-eyed boy’s arm, giving him a hard look.
My eyebrows furrow together as I look at my friends. Of course Michael would have told Luke what had happened. I avert my gaze, searching for Y/N. The girl hasn’t eaten lunch with us ever since that first time and I couldn’t exactly blame her after what Rosie had done. I frown when I don’t find her in her usual spot. “Whatever… I’m gonna go talk with Mr. C about things for the club. Make sure we have the right equipment for our kick off to spring break party.” I stand up quickly, grabbing my backpack. It’s a meeting the could definitely wait until after school considering I TA for Mr. C for my last period, but if I was gonna have to sit and listen to Michael deflect Luke’s offhand comment, I was gonna scream.
“Well, shit,” Michael wipes at his face, still managing to miss the pizza sauce in the corner. “I’ll come with.”
I sigh, pinching the bridge of my nose. I should’ve said I was returning a library book… “Well, c’mon then.”
“So…” he says, falling into pace with me.
“So?” I ask as both our hands reach for the door, his fingers wrapping around mine as we both pull the door open.
His green eyes shift around, almost like he’s checking to make sure we’re alone in the hallway, before landing on me. They hold that same trace of softness they had when he had almost kissed me nearly two months ago. I hold my breath, hoping against hope it’s gonna happen again and this time we won’t be interrupted. When he leans down, I stretch upwards on the tips of my toes. Our noses knock together before his lips find mine. It’s gentle and shy, but then there’s a fierceness that takes over. My hands travel across his shoulders and up his neck to tangle in his hair. His arms snake around my waist, one hand settling just above my ass, the other firmly between my shoulder blades. And holy shit… Michael Clifford is making out with me in the school’s hallway…
We both seem to realize that we could get caught at the same time, jumping apart from each other. “So…” he says again, his hand rubbing at his neck and ducking his head down and away from me.
“So…” I breathe, my heart racing in my chest.
“How are my chances of getting slapped now?”
“Depends. Did you mean that?” I point back and forth between our lips.
“Yeah.”
I nod. “Is it a one time thing?”
He chuckles. “God, I hope not.”
I smile, grabbing his chin to pull him towards me. “Good,” I whisper before pressing a kiss to his cheek.
~~~
“Sup, losers?” I grin, throwing my arm around Michael’s shoulder. “Videogames?”
“Soccer practice,” Calum says.
“Yeah, and Ash and I got that concert tomorrow,” Luke adds.
“Mikey?” I ask, looking up at the boy I’m half tangled up with.
“Videogames, huh?” he smirks, his eyes dancing.
“Why, you got a better idea?” I challenge, laughing when the guys go “Oooo!” suggestively. Yeah, if only they knew.
“Guess you’ll have to wait and see,” Michael whispers, using the small chance to place a swift kiss under my ear.
I giggle, an embarrassingly high-pitched girly one, clapping my hand over my mouth in shock. “Anyway!” I laugh, trying to quickly move on, until I hear a familiar scoff as my shoulder gets bumped. Ugh, Rosie… which means… I spot Y/N standing in front of her locker, looking dejected. Oh, that fuckin’ does it… “Y/N!” I call out, and start walking her way, trusting the boys will follow.
She glances up towards us, shutting her locker. I expect her to walk towards us, or at the very least wait. Instead, she turns and rushes for the door.
"Hey, hey, wait!" I call out again, before breaking out into a jog. I run around in front of her, but she just continues to walk past me. "Y/N!?”
"Can you just stop?!" Her tone is harsh as she glares at me.
I raise my hands in surrender, becoming more and more mad at Rosie by the second. What had she done to make Y/N ready to bite my head off when I hadn’t done anything?
"What's going on?" Ashton asks when him and the guys finally catch up with us.
She glances towards him, her face falling as she scoffs in disgust. "You know… I thought you were different," Y/N tells him and Ashton looks just as confused as the rest of us. "I really, really thought you'd be different."
She shakes her head before starting to walk off again, but Ashton stops the girl. "Wait, what do you mean? I… what did I do?"
She pulls out a piece of crumpled up paper, waving it in his face. "This stupid fucking note. Rosie told me everything."
I was gonna vomit. We’d all seen Ashton writing the note at lunch. Rosie had spewed her lies for the last time "This fuckin' bitch," I mumble and Michael rests a hand on my shoulder. “What'd she-”
“Jaz,” Ashton cuts me off and glances towards me, giving me a look to let him handle this.
I curl and uncurl my fingers at my side, letting Michael pull me towards him, both of his hands now on my shoulders, his fingers rubbing softly to ease the tension in them.
"What'd she tell you?" Ashton finally asks.
She licks her lips, fingers fiddling with the hair tie on her wrist. "She told me that Grant put you up to writing the note. That you don't actually like me.”
Great… Grant was part of this shit, too. Of course he was… Much like Rosie, the guy was a piece of work. Honestly, they really did deserve each other.
Ashton shakes his head and sighs. "That's not true. She's just saying that to get in your head, Y/N," he explains. "Plus, I don't even talk to Grant. Like, at all. Not once."
"Plus, we saw him writing it during lunch before he left," Luke chimes in and we all nod in agreement.
"Did you read it?" Ash asks.
The girl shakes her head. "Not thoroughly," Y/N mumbles and we all turn our attention away so they can have their moment.
“I like you. I really, really like you. You intrigue me. You're funny, sweet, adorable, shy. Your personality is truly amazing. I… I want to be with you," we hear Ashton tell her.
"R-Really?" she asks in a whisper and Ashton giggles softly.
"Yeah, absolutely. If you want I-I could take you out for dinner tomorrow night?"
"I'd like that," she tells him.
“Awww!” I croon. Michael, Calum, and Luke join me, making us all laugh. “Alright. Now that you're seeing each other, I'm gonna fuck Rosie up," I tell them before heading off in search of Rosie and her friends.
I hear Michael curse softly before following after me, everybody else trailing behind him.
When I spot Rosie, Grant, and a few of their friends standing towards the other end of the school, I yell out, "Ayo, bitch!"
The strawberry blonde glances in our direction, rolling her eyes. Yeah, your eyes are about to roll alright, I think as I cock my arm back before clocking her in the face. Gasps leave some of the girls lips as Grant's eyes become wide. I smirk, putting up my both fists. This shit ends now.
"What the fuck!" Rosie screams. She takes a swing at me, but I duck, my fist connecting with her ribs this time.
"You think it's okay to just pick on everyone here, huh?! Does it fuel your fucking ego?! How's it feel to be belittled?!" I scream while taking a chunk of Rosie's hair in my hands, pushing her back. I’m not sure if I’m gonna hit her some more or keep screaming every insult I can think of, but it doesn’t matter.
Michael grabs me around my waist, dragging me away from her. "Jaz, stop," he mumbles as I fight against him.
"No, lemme at her! She deserves it. He does too!" I snarl at Grant, twisting my body and breaking free. My next punch goes straight into Grant’s eye, causing him to slump slightly forward, his hand flying to where I struck him.
"You bitch!" he growls and takes a step towards me.
My mouth drops open in shock, before a gleeful smile crosses my face. Hit me, you fucker… Make. My. Day.
Michael pushes me behind him with one hand, shoving Grant with the other, his green eyes glaring at the jock. "Yo, were you about to hit a girl?!"
If my heart wasn’t racing before, it sure was now. I beamed at Michael in pride, before glancing around. All of our backpacks were a heap on the ground. Calum had a look and stance that I’m sure matched my own, ready to show these jerks what happens when you fuck with the “losers.” Luke’s eyes held traces of panic, but his hands were clenched in fists at his sides. Michael was still glaring at Grant, daring him to do something, anything to give him a reason to knock him out cold. Ashton looked like his mind was racing to come up with a way to calm this down before it became a straight up brawl. Y/N’s hand landed on my shoulder. Her eyes were soft, pleading for us to drop it.
C'mon, let's just get out of here," Ashton states and urges Michael to step away.
"Please," Y/N adds.
I look over at Rosie, with her bleeding lip, eyes wild and on high alert, stunned into silence for probably the first time in her life. My gaze shifts to Grant and his black eye. Part of me wants to start kicking Rosie’s ass again while Michael wails on Grant next to me. But, I’m satisfied with the damage I already dealt. Fine. I don’t need to hit them again. But… “I don't want you coming near us ever again," I threaten Rosie. I get a sick thrill of how she flinches back when I take a step towards her, her scoff stuck in her throat. "You hear me?!"
She rolls her eyes and nods her head. "Fine, yes. Jesus, just get the fuck away from us," Rosie states.
Good enough for me. I grab my bag and practically skip off. “You alright there, slugger?” Michael asks, grabbing my hand and examining my knuckles. They’re mid transition from red to a purplish blue.
I flex my fingers, wincing slightly. “Just a bruise. I’ll be alright. Were you really gonna hit Grant?”
“Well I wasn’t gonna let him get away with him hitting my girlfriend. Although I probably shoulda slugged him for calling you a bitch.”
“Girlfriend?” I ask.
“Well… yeah… You think I’m just gonna make out with you in a hallway, and then not ask you to be my girlfriend?”
I shrug. “I dunno. You’re the one who made out with me and then didn’t ask.”
“Well I was gonna until you went all Mortal Kombat on Rosie and her little gang.”
“You kissed me a whole two hours ago, but sure… blame the fight.”
“Has it really been two hours?”
“Yep.”
“Huh, guess I should fix that.”
“Mikey!” I squeal with laughter as he starts covering my face in kisses.
“So?” he asks, his eyes bright with excitement.
“So?”
“Girlfriend?”
I laugh. “That is the worst ask in the history of asks!”
“Alright, alright. Jaz, will you be my girlfriend?”
“Where are you taking me on our date, boyfriend?” I ask in lieu of answering.
~~~
I skip over to Y/N when I see her after spring break. “So, how are things going with you and Ash?” I ask suggestively as we fall in step together as we walk towards our first periods.
She hugs the books she’s holding tight to her chest as her cheeks turn pink. "It's going good. We hung out for most of spring break.”
I note the smile on her face with a squeal of excitement."That's awesome, Y/N. You two are fucking adorable," I grin back. "Have you guys kissed yet?"
"N-No," she stutters, looking towards me with wide eyes.
I blink a few times in confusion. They’d been together for as long as Michael and I have, and Ashton hadn’t kissed her yet? I would kill Michael.
"What?! I mean… should we have? We've only been together for a few weeks,” she continued to sputter.
I ran a hand through my hair, letting out a huff of breath. "Well, I just assumed that he's kissed you goodbye after a date or greeted you with a kiss," I mention and she just shakes her head, swallowing thickly. "It's probably nothing. He most likely wants it to be special or both of you are just too nervous to make a move,” I explain, hoping to put her mind at ease, and I’m still turning it over in my own mind as we split up.
“Hey, beautiful,” Michael winks as I sit down at the desk next to his.
“Hey,” I smile, leaning across the aisle to give him a quick kiss. “Did you know that Ash and Y/N haven’t kissed yet?”
“So?”
“So, don’t you think that’s weird? Like, they’re dating.”
He sighs, the lilac colored fringe fluttering softly with his breath. “Honestly, babe, I don’t think about it at all. Like… they’re still working at a faster pace than we did in terms of first meeting to first date.”
“Ha-ha,” I laugh humorlessly. “All I’m saying is is that Ash needs to do something about it.”
“Or what?” my boyfriend laughs. “You’ll hit him?”
I crack my knuckles. “Maybe. You don’t know what I’m capable of.”
Michael laughs harder. “Stop beating people up, Jaz. That was like, the worst week of my life.”
“It was only detention. Coulda been a lot worse.”
“Yeah, detention and your parents grounded you. I was alone, babe. It was terrible.”
“Aw, you poor baby,” I tease, giving him another kiss as the bell rings.
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“Jesus, didn’t Ash just have a concert?” I ask in fake annoyance as I walk hand in hand with Michael towards the auditorium. Nearly a month and the contact still set off butterflies in my stomach.
“That was the spring concert,” Luke informs me. “This is just the band’s showcase.”
“Mmm,” I nod, scanning around the crowd to see if I can find the man of the hour.
“Can you see him?” Y/N asks me.
I shake my head, my eyes noticing the snack bar.
“You guys go ahead, I’m gonna check the band room.
We nod at her, Calum and Luke muttering about how we’ll save her a seat. “Yeah, go get us seats,” I encourage, nudging Michael’s shoulder. “Mikey, snacks.”
“Good eye,” he tells me proudly, before leading us through the crowd to get in line.
“Hey, Mikey?” I ask suddenly.
“Hmm?”
“Why’d you kiss me?”
“You’re gonna have to be a lot more specific than that, babe.”
“The first time. The day of the fight.”
“Cuz I like you. Why are you asking me this now?”
Because I’ve been in love with you since we were 6 and don’t want to make a fool of myself by telling you so early into us actually dating. “Keep forgetting.”
“Mmm. Well, it’s like I said,” he tells me, pressing a kiss to the side of my head. “It’s cuz I like ya.”
“And… how long did it take from you realizing you liked me to you actually kissing me?”
He lets out a huff of air in thought. “Geez… I dunno… I mean, I tried to kiss you like two months before that. Why? How long have you liked me?” he asks, flipping the conversation.
“Since kindergarten,” I mumble fast and low, my cheeks burning. No sense in hiding it now.
“Jesus…” he giggles. “That long, huh?”
I push his shoulder. “Don’t make fun of me!”
“I’m not, I’m not,” he continues to giggle. “Just… damn… wish I’d known that so I would’ve kissed you sooner.”
“How much sooner?”
“Kindergarten.”
I pull up my shirt to hide how bright red my face is. “Mikey!”
“What? It’s the truth. Well… half the truth anyway.”
“Excuse me?”
“‘Like’ isn’t a strong enough word. Now, ‘love’ on the other hand… Yeah. That feels better. So I take back what I said. I didn't kiss you because I like you. I kissed you because I love you.”
“I love you, too,” I beam up at him.
“Since kindergarten?”
“Since kindergarten.”
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AU Collab Sort Of
I got most of my 7 or 8 something AU’s drawn in for this one particular ask I’ve been working on and originally I was only using mine so I can post elsewhere and not offend creators but hey. I change my mind. I want to add in as many as I can if it doesn’t kill me.
So down below, leave a comment if you want your AU or AU’s included and I’ll see what I can do! I want to include everyone. But keep in mind I’l be posting the finished thing to DeviantArt and possibly facebook with credit.
I’m not including stuff like Smash,BoomCharged,RS/SATAM etc that leans more towards multiverse stuff since both versions of said characters exist. Narrows my list down quite a bit haha. I’m including stuff that either puts the characters in a different role from their canon selves or adding a character to something they weren’t in before. (ex Angel AU or putting Mega Man in Secret RIngs). I hope that makes sense ha.
- Mod Britt
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2021.txt
In 2021, my main clients were BeatConnect, a startup in Montreal; C2 Montreal, a business conference in Montreal whose team I have been on since its beginnings in 2012; and the Movin'On Summit, a global initiative dedicated to sustainable mobility. Movin'On "brings together the major players in sustainable mobility, public and private, collective and individual," and works with mobility/transport luminaries like Michelin, Thales, and Mercedes-Benz, as well as firms like Accenture.
For BeatConnect, I served as a sort of jack-of-all-trades CMO, but my main jobs were in content production and relationship management. I created/produced content for all the major social media platforms BC was on (see examples from Facebook, Twitter, Instagram, and LinkedIn) and also helped produce video for our brand and with project partners like MUTEK and LYRE music (selections below). I also guested on the Music Tectonics podcast to discuss the software.
Alina Smith from LYRE uses BeatConnect to collab
Pheek + Stereo IMG use BeatConnect for MUTEK
BeatConnect Creators teaser video
For C2 Montreal, I worked on ideation for a project with EY for Innovation Realized and wrote editorial copy in conjunction with its 2021 event (selections below).
The future of events: A top-tier event strategist unpacks critical next steps (C2 Magazine feature interview with now-former SAP leader Nicola Kastner, which she featured on her website)
5 key insights into harnessing the power of community to connect with audiences ("Takeaways" post feat. SID LEE's Britt Stromberg and Joseph Matsushima)
Step into your truth to be the best leader you can be ("Takeaways" post feat. RBC SVP Katie Dudtschak)
For Movin'On' my work was mainly behind the scenes. I wrote briefs on a dozen or so presentations so that attendees could get the gist of each session in case they missed it. I also helped produce video for the conference featuring Accenture's Steve Zoegall (Global Industry Lead - Cities, Transport & Critical Infrastructure for Accenture; Fellow at The World Economic Forum), Alexander Holst (Managing Director, Sustainability Strategy & Services Practice Lead for Germany, Switzerland, and Austria for Accenture), and Thomas Scapin from MACIF.
Though much of the video was for internal use/presentations, the video featuring Scapin was posted to the Movin'On YouTube page.
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Take 5: Kellimarie
Singer/songwriter Kellimarie is no newcomer to the music world, writing since the age of 10 she’s has captured the attention of audiences across the UK and Ireland. 2019 promises to be an exciting time for Kellimarie with the release of her first single LOOK AT ME, out now. She will also be performing at shows supporting Shawn Mendes, Olly Murs, Rita Ora, Years And Years, Britt 2019 winner George Ezra and Take That, all this at the age of just 16 and still an unsigned artist! This girl has it all going on. Time to find out more with a Take 5... When did you realise that you wanted to be a music artist? What or who has inspired you ? I realised when I was very young! My first performance was when I was 3. I was always interested in the concept of getting on stage and performing, whether it be singing, dancing or acting. When I was younger I used to attend some of my mums gigs, I think seeing her on stage and showing people what she could do inspired me into wanting the same. I honestly couldn’t imagine myself doing anything different! We are quite a musical family with my grandad, mum, my auntie and my brother all sing. Who, living or dead, would you dream of collaborating with? Ooo this is a good question, there are so many people. My top choices are definitely: Shawn Mendes, Julia Michael's and maybe Demi Lovato. I’ve always been a fan of those! But if I got the chance, I would’ve loved to collaborate with Eva Cassidy! They are all extremely talented and different and I think getting the change to do any sort of collab with them would be an insane opportunity. Tell us about your single –'Look At Me'- what is the song about? My single Look At Me, is a song for those who feel like they are not getting that same attention back, although you can interpret it however you like! When I wrote this song, I was in a sort of habit at the time, where I was stuck Writing slow or sad songs, and my head was just not in the mindset for writing an upbeat song like look at me... well it happened, and since then I’ve been on a roll! https://youtu.be/I_TBijDIBcI Tell us five things you love about the city you live in, and why…… Unfortunately, there’s not a great deal of things happening in Coventry... but I am lucky enough that most of my family live in this one city, and it makes us closer as a family. I suppose you could say that Coventry is very much a multi-cultural city which is why we won city of culture 2020. I found this question very hard to answer, to give any more reasons... haha. Maybe because I spend most of my time up the road in Birmingham as that is where I went to school. What are you most looking forward to this year? This year overall, I am just very very excited! It’s more less the new start for me and my music, more singles will be coming out, that means more videos... and they will only get better! I’ve also got a couple of secret plans ahead, and I can’t wait to show you guys what I’ve been up to soon! Read the full article
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Somebody to You

Summary: Nothing like a roadtrip to a wedding to make Zyla feel extra sappy about her own husband.
A/N: Sort of in collab with @baldcalum @cxddlyash and @talkfastromance4. Thanks for letting me pester you with questions/bounce ideas off of you!
Content: All the soft.
Word count: 3k
And away, and away we go!
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“My mother warned me about stranger danger, but she never warned me about what to do when the man with the van is your husband,” I joked as I carefully hung up the garment bags in the empty back.
“You could’ve flown with them,” Ashton told me as he started to load up everything we needed. “I drew the short straw, not you.”
I leaned against the van, admiring how his muscles flexed with his movements. God, the fact that this man was my husband still totally blew my mind nearly a year after the fact. “You didn’t draw the short straw. You offered. And we’re a team now, in case you forgot.”
“How could I ever forget the best day of my life?”
I laughed. A sassy retort was on my lips but my phone rang cutting me off. “Hey, Kai,” I answered, barely needing to glance at the caller ID to know who it was.
“Have you talked with everyone about their flight?” her panicked voice asked.
“Yes,” I spoke into the phone. “Their flight leaves later. They’ll get there probably at the same time Ashton and I do.”
“And are you leaving soon?” Kai asked and I could hear the clicking of my friend’s heels as she paced back and forth.
“Yes,” I assured her. “And take a breath. Relax. We’ll probably beat the GPS. You know Ash drives like a madman.”
“I do not,” Ashton piped up at the same time Kai groaned, “If he gets you both killed on the drive out here, I will bring you back from the dead to kill you both myself!”
“So, I get to die twice for something I didn’t do? That hardly seems fair…”
“You married him!”
“Damn right I did,” I smirked before I used my free hand to smack at my husband’s ass as he loaded the last bit of our things into the van for the trip.
“Hey!” Ashton yelped in surprise before turning towards me, his hazel eyes dancing, a seductive smirk beginning to grace his lips, and his dimple making its debut. “I’m supposed to do that to you.”
I snapped my teeth playfully at the man. “Alright, we’re about to hit the road. I’ll keep you updated on where we are, okay?” I told Kai, doing what I could to calm her overworking mind. “Are you sure you don’t want me to drive?” I asked Ashton.
“No!” both him and Kai answered way too quickly.
“Cuss out a guy one time and they never let you live it down,” I muttered, shaking my head.
“Just hurry,” Kai whined. “But not fast. Just regular speed, ASHTON!”
“Yes, Mrs. Hood!” Ashton answered, cupping his hands around his mouth to amplify his voice so the woman on the other end of the phone could hear him.
“He’s lucky he’s married to my best friend otherwise I would have killed him already…”
“Yeah, yeah,” I said with an eye roll. How such a low-strung woman as myself was best friend’s with a high-strung type like Kai was beyond me sometimes. I supposed it really was about balance. “Just take a few deep breaths. Set that future husband of yours to good use. And I’ll be there before you know it.”
“And Britt and Holly!” Kai added with a sense of urgency.
“Shit, did I remind Mikey to confirm the rooms?” I wondered out loud with a playful tone.
“Zy!”
I laughed, “Would you relax? I was teasing!” Then, I mouthed at Ashton in case I had actually forgotten for him to “Text Mikey about the rooms!”
“I hate you…”
“No you don’t,” I chirped.
“Kai, if you don’t let my wife off the phone, we’re going to be late!” Ashton said as he quickly typed on his phone.
“She can talk on the phone while you drive!”
“Not if you want us to live!”
I rolled my eyes more. “I’ll text you from the road. And you,” I said, turning my attention from my phone to Ashton. “Did you poop?”
“Did I po- Fuck. Be right back.”
“You seriously need to stop drinking an entire pot of coffee by yourself…”
“Well if someone drank it with me…”
“Just make less! It’s not that hard!”
“You leave me and my coffee addiction alone!”
“Go poop!”
~~~
“That’ll be five dollars,” the bartender told me.
“For a water?” I asked incredulously, pulling out my wallet anyway. “This is why I don’t go out…” I continued to grumble as I started to hand my card over. Whatever Kai had planned that required me to be in a dress and heels instead of on my couch in sweats and an oversized shirt had better be good. Where the hell was she anyway?
“Put it on my tab. I got it, sweetheart,” a deep and smooth voice from behind me said before a large hand was pulling mine away from paying.
“I can buy my own water, but thank you,” I answered, turning to eye the friendly stranger. And I immediately had to keep my jaw from dropping to the floor. His brown hair was perfectly slicked back except for this one stubborn piece that curled between a stunning set of honey gold eyes. A leather jacket hugged his strong shoulders and the buttons on his shirt were undone to a dangerously low level. I struggled to keep my eyes from traveling further down his body, turning my attention to the hand that was now extended to me in greeting. I shook it, noting the damage to his fingers. A drummer if I had to guess. Fuck. I loved drummers.
“Oh I’m not doubting that. But anyone who buys water at a club immediately has my respect. I’m Ashton by the way,” he was saying when I finally refocused.
“Zyla,” I introduced, giving him my award-winning smile.
“I believe this is yours, Zyla,” Ashton said, handing me the water bottle, and I had to hold back the school-girl like giggle bubbling up in my throat at the way my name sounded rolling off his lips and the way his fingers brushed against my hand.
~~~
“Whatcha thinking about?” Ashton’s voice asked, pulling me from my thoughts.
“Thinking about how we met actually,” I answered honestly, smiling softly at him.
“You looked hot that night,” Ashton recalled, taking one hand off the steering wheel to interlace his fingers with mine.
I laughed, my cheeks turning red. “I was not.”
Ashton scoffed as he raised his hand that was holding mine to brush his lips against my knuckles. “The hottest.”
“Hotter than our wedding day?” I asked, quirking an eyebrow at him.
“Yes.”
I scoffed and swatted his chest. “Wrong answer, Ash.”
“You didn’t let me finish!” he giggled. “You were fucking stunning on our wedding day.”
“Ding, ding, ding! We have a winner!”
“Any regrets?”
“With you? Never. You know why?” I asked.
“Why?” he asked.
“All I wanna be, yeah all I ever wanna be, yeah, yeah is somebody to you!” I sang along with the music blasting lightly through the speakers.
“Everybody’s tryin’ to be a billionaire! But every time I look at you I just don’t care!” he joined in.
“Cause all I wanna be, yeah all I ever wanna be, yeah, yeah is somebody to you!”
~~~
“So what’s your connection to the music industry?” Ashton asked, his attention fully on me.
“Oh, I’m this one’s photographer,” I answered, wrapping my arm around Kai’s shoulders. This was their conversation. Their collaboration meeting. What the fuck was Kai thinking inviting me out? Something in the way Ashton kept trying to get me involved in the conversation made me think I had my answer.
“Oh, she’s fuckin’ fantastic. Top of her game,” Kai bragged, and I knew I had my answer.
“I’m alright,” I shrugged. “It’s just about passion.”
“Oh, modest are we? Mind if I look at your work sometime? See who’s assessment is more correct?” Ashton inquired.
“That sounds suspiciously like you’re asking me on a date, sir,” I told him, leaning forward across the table. If he was baiting, I was biting. I’d be a damn fool not to. And Kai knew it, the fucking sneak she was. I made a mental note to both thank and throttle her for this later.
“And if I was?” he asked, leaning forward himself so our faces were inches apart.
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“Yes, they got on the flight.”
“And Ash has the instruments?”
“Yes, we have everything.”
“You remembered his suit and your dress? And your heels? I swear if you wear flats… or gods forbid… sne-snea- Ugh! I can’t even say the word!”
I rolled my eyes at her antics. Since when was comfort a crime? “Yes, Kai. I remembered it all. Relax.”
“Wait! How are you going to take the pictures if you’re in them?! You’ve always taken my pictures! Oh my, God!”
“You know I have a team, right? Like I run a business. I have employees.”
“But they’re not you!”
“I don’t hire amateurs, Kai. And you will get final say before anything goes to print. Now, breathe!” I left out the part that of course I had brought my own camera equipment for the spur of the moment inspiration, because she knew I never traveled without my gear.
“How far have you guys gotten?”
“Halfway give or take.”
“It’s a 6 hour drive, and you left at 8 this morning. It’s almost 1!”
“Well, we can’t just drive for 6 hours straight. We gotta stop for food and pee breaks.”
“You mean coffee and poop breaks?”
“Same thing,” I laughed as Ashton walked out of the gas station with two bottles of water and a huge bag of Cheez-Its. I let out an excited gasp as I reached for the bag. “Yes! I love you!” I cheered.
“I love you too. Now hurry up!”
“I wasn’t talking to you, Kai. But yes. We’ll be there soon. If someone can stop pooping every fifty miles.”
“I wouldn’t have to drink so much coffee if someone helped me drink it. Or offered to drive…” Ashton teased.
“You wouldn’t let me drive,” I reminded him, opening the bag and swallowing a handful of cheesy cracker goodness.
“That's because you get mad road rage, miss.”
“That’s ma’am to you, sir,” I laughed. “I’m a married woman.”
“Are you ever gonna get tired of saying that?” he asked, a goofy grin on his face.
“Fuck no!” I laughed more, reaching up on tiptoe to peck his lips with mine. “Husband, husband, husband.”
“Wife, wife, wife,” he replied, kissing me after each word.
~~~
“You ever think about getting married?” Ashton asked.
“Like in general? Or to you?” I asked, my senses perking into high alert mode.
“Both?”
I shrugged. “Little scary isn’t it? I mean, every relationship runs the risk of those involved waking up one day and suddenly this isn’t what they want anymore. So to divorce in the midst of heartbreak… well… I guess it would depend on how I felt the person asking me to decide if that was a risk I was willing to take.”
“And if I asked?”
“I’d say call Andy and Ryan to make sure there’s photos and video of me saying yes.”
“Really?” he asked, his voice full of amazement and hope.
“Of all the things I want to be in life, yours is easily at the top of that list.”
~~~
“Fuck, this view is gorgeous,” I marveled as we leaned against the van.
“Yeah it is,” he smiled, his eyes on me.
Heat rushed to my cheeks. “I meant this view,” I said, gesturing out the window to the winter wonderland spread out before us. Kai may be over the top, but the girl had mad style, no question about it.
“I know what you meant,” he told me, wrapping his arm around me and kissing the side of my head. “And out of all the views I’ve seen and will go on to see, none of them matter if you’re not in them.”
~~~
“So, what’s the big secret?” Kai asked, once I had gathered all my girlfriends together.
I answered by sticking out my left hand, letting them decipher the news for themselves.
“Ohmigod!” Britt and Holly screeched in excitement. Britt grabbed my hand to get a closer look while Holly jumped in circles starting rattling off wedding ideas.
I looked at Kai who stared back with a blank expression. “Well?” I prompted.
“I thought you hated the idea of marriage,” was the response, void of any real emotion except genuine confusion. Of all our differences, that had been our one similarity- besides a love of pretzels and an aversion to drinking. While we weren’t necessarily anti-romance, marriage just wasn’t something that had been on our radars. And now for me to be engaged before Britt or Holly, well, it was definitely a shock to the system. I still couldn’t quite believe it myself. The weight on my finger was both surreal and not the least bit heavy.
“I do! I did… I… I dunno.”
“Does he make you happy?”
“Duh!”
“Do you make him happy?”
“I would hope so.”
“Does he love you?”
“Again, I certainly hope so.”
“Do you love him?”
“So fuckin much.”
“Am I maid of honor?”
“Please?”
“Congrats, Zy,” Kai smiled.
~~~
“Kai Theodora Zaher,” Calum spoke, pausing to clear away the thickness in his throat. “You were perfect from the first moment I met you. More than perfect. And while I would never ask you to change anything about you, one thing has always bothered me. Your last name not being mine. Thank you, not only for turning my world on its head, but allowing me to make you Kai Theodora Zaher Hood. I love you, wildflower.”
Kai’s hand gripped my fingers tightly as she held back the squeak and the rest of us choked down our tears. Funny how cynics usually had the softest hearts.
I looked over at Ashton who stood directly across from me besides Calum. If I was closer, the heels on my feet would bring me to the perfect height for me to tuck my head under his chin without me needing to strain up or him needing to slump down. He looked so good in his suit with his hair slicked back for the occasion. And I knew I looked like a bombshell in my own floor-length gown that hugged my small curves in the most perfect of ways. Kai had really outdone herself with this winter wonderland she had created. Every detail no matter how small was absolutely perfect. Ashton’s eyes met mine and his lips moved to mouth “I love you.”
“I love you too,” I mouthed back, before letting my mind take me back only earlier this year when it had been him and I in Calum and Kai’s places and them in ours.
~~~
“I promise to always buy you overpriced bottles of water.”
“I promise to chase the risk that is my life with you.”
“I promise to make that risk worth it.”
“I promise to always be your somebody.”
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“This year has definitely been one for the books, hasn’t it, Kai? See, I dunno if you all know this, but it’s always been Kai and I. Kai and Zy. Zy and Kai. The opposites glued at the hips. Never one without the other,” I paused to squeeze my best friend’s shoulder before I went on with my speech. “All my years with her have been filled with their adventures. But this year? Well, this year started with a wedding. And it’s befitting it ends with one too. Because, you see, Kai and I, for getting married first,” I paused again to smirk over at Luke and Mike who squirmed in their seats under my gaze, “never really bought into the marriage idea. Romance, sure. But marriage was always too messy. And then! Oh, boy, and then these two came right out of left field and messed that right up.” I moved my hand that was squeezing Kai’s shoulder to rest on Calum’s. “Calum, my dear sweet friend, thank you for proving to my best friend what your best friend proved to me. Because while I may not believe in marriage, I believe in mine, and I believe in yours. Best years to you both. I love you.”
I kissed both of their cheeks before handing the microphone to Ashton as he held my chair out for me to take my seat. “Well,” Ashton spoke around the lump in his throat, taking a small moment to clear it. “You’d think that my days as a musician would have prepared me for the opening act completely outdoing the headliner…”
I stuck my tongue out at him and he grinned at me.
“If someone had asked me that the first wedding I give a best man speech at would be Calum’s, I probably would have laughed. That’s how wild this all is. Kai, thank you for flipping his world upside down. I don’t think I’ve ever seen him happier than when he’s with you. And we all know how much he loves his bass, so mad props to you, darling. Cal? Don’t fuck this up, mate.”
~~~
“Good morning, Mrs. Irwin!” Ashton said brightly, waking me up with the kisses he was covering my body with. “How do you feel, Mrs. Irwin?” he grinned when his lips found mine.
“Like I’m on top of the world,” I grinned back.
“Adjusting to that weight on your finger okay?”
“Feels surprisingly light. Like I always meant to wear it.”
“Mmm, that’s probably cuz you were.”
“You really think that? That I was always meant to be your wife?”
“I think you were always meant to be the greatest somebody to me. I just got lucky that somebody was my wife.”
“You’re such a sap,” I laughed, feeling myself tear up at his sentiment.
“Your sap.”
“My sap.”
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“What is it about weddings that makes me want to get married?” Ashton asked as he twirled me in a circle before pulling me against his chest.
“We’re already married,” I pointed out.
“And I want to marry you every day for the rest of my life.”
“And I’ll marry you every time.”
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