#halsren

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Sittin' on the counter in your kitchen Can you hear my heartbeat fucking kickin'? Your eyes light up 'cause you best believe That I got something on my sleeve I walk my talk, no time for wishful thinking I push up on my toes, you call me "sweet thing"

Strangers got me so hyped I wanted to do a manip...

for all you Halren lovers out there.

She couldn’t breathe.

That’s the first thing that came clear to her after the violent jolt of electricity rushed through her whole system.

Her lungs painfully constricted for air; her body fought for control but, for some reason, she felt detached to it: an out-of-body experience as though she was floating mid-air; riding adrift this blissful flood of sensations she couldn’t quite understand.

Well, that’s a lie.

Lauren knew exactly what’s happening.

It never felt this good before that she found herself briefly wondering if it’s all merely a dream. Surely, a kiss this mind-blowing could never exist in reality.

Lauren couldn’t believe it’s finally happening.

She never realized how much she wanted it until particular set of soft, luscious lips pressed gently but more firmly on her own. Since the moment they met, she’d always wondered how it would feel like to finally have a taste of those very lips. And now that she had, all she could think of is how on Earth she’d been able to live without it.

She didn’t want to know how long they have been kissing–not like she could anyway. She’s lost all sense of time and space around her like her brain just short-circuited. Nothing else mattered more than the high the taste in her mouth is making her feel; nothing mattered more than the lithe girl wrapped tightly around her body. If merely a kiss with the blue-haired beauty sends her skyrocketing through 9 layers of heaven, Lauren couldn’t imagine what ‘more-than-kissing’ would do to her. She wasn’t sure if she’s ready for that.

She’s definitely not complaining, though. Far from it.

She knew it’s ridiculous to want someone to this extent. This bad. She already felt like dying by the mere thought of letting go. It made her fingernails dig deeper into the girl’s lower back. It’s insane. It’s completely impractical. It’s certainly throwing a wedge between their budding friendship that’s just beginning to become the center of her world lately. But all rational sense aside, Lauren swore it never felt so right. It’s like she’s always meant to kiss her and be engulfed in all that the girl is in return.

Claiming the other girl’s eager lips like this, Lauren realized she didn’t care about consequences. Ashley was making out with her in their dressing room in the middle of her goddamn NBC Today Show’s mini concert break. Clearly, she didn’t care. So how could anyone care about anything else right the fuck now, really? Lauren was finally kissing the girl who has been plaguing her mind for so long. It’s more than she could hope for.

A soft breathy moan from the blue-haired girl caught Lauren’s attention and she couldn’t help her own from escaping; both still muffled by the inherent dance of lips against lips. Ashley’s hand that was buried deep in dark hair slowly moved to caress smooth warm neck and jaw, sending shivers down Lauren’s spine. All the while, Lauren, in spite of her weakly restrained whimpering, managed to gather some control and moved her hands from around Ashley’s back to grasp onto strong red-clothed thighs that were straddling her lap. She squeezed them ever so lightly which earned her another pleasing moan, though this time, there’s a follow up bite on her lower lip. A fresh jolt of electricity from it drove Lauren to let out a loud growl vibrating from deep within her chest.

God, how did they end up like this?

One moment they giddily left the stage and hurried towards the dressing room, both heads reeling from the adrenaline of a job well done, the next thing she knew, she was pulling the other girl on her lap, lip-locked and sweaty from all the rush.

But before Lauren could completely reiterate the events leading to the kiss in her fuzzy mind, an unwelcome knock and booming voice from behind the door pulled them both abruptly apart.

God fucking damn it.

“Halsey, you’re up in five! No extensions this time. Get ready!”

Just great.

“Oh-okay y-yeah!” Ashley gasped more than spoke, chest heaving as she scrambled to her feet, hurriedly putting some distance between them. “Jesus fuck,” muttered through gritted teeth, she averted the other girl’s gaze, almost timidly like a child caught stealing cookies from the cookie jar.

Lauren could’ve laughed at that if the lost of contact didn’t feel like a punch in the gut. It hurt. She never wanted it to stop. Her tingling skin from every place Ashley had touched screamed in protest. There’s just no going back from that.

How could anyone go back from that?

The dark-haired girl found herself dazed and confused and still out of breath, making it a lot harder to push off the seat. Yet in trembling knees, she managed to take a couple of steps closer to the blue-haired one. Worried green eyes searched the hazel orbs casted low before her for anything remotely close to an answer. Because fuck if Lauren knew what the actual hell just transpired between them–what they really are now to each other. They just made out for God knows how long, on the edge of the high from their first time performing together onstage–which, Lauren suspected, was a big driving factor to the kiss–but now Ashley couldn’t even look her in the eye. What could she possibly make of that situation?

Does she regret it?

Seemingly unable to form sentences with her mouth, Lauren settled with a defeated sigh.

I hope not.

“I have to go,” Ashley whispered as Lauren halted her steps right in front of her. Close, but not too close to get sucked into each other’s gravity again.

“I know,” Lauren forced a smile, “go back to rocking their world, Halsey,” emphasizing the professional stage name. All business now. She ignored the way it tasted almost bitter on her tongue.

Something in the girl’s tone pulled Ashley’s attention back to bright emerald eyes which never left hers. It must have been something akin to hurt or finality because Ashley only managed to look even guiltier and more anxious. And when the blue-haired girl had enough of guilt to bear, its weight has the tendency to slip through the cracks of her walls. She relented by slowly closing the small distance between them, a step at a time, as one hand came up to cup Lauren’s cheek. Tentatively so, Ashley rasped, “I’ll see you tonight?”

It’s absolutely childish but the words suddenly sparked the butterflies to life as though they’ve never been more alive before. The hopeful, almost timid look on Ashley’s face, the shimmer in those magnificent hazel eyes and the brush of her thumb against a blushing cheek made it the more irresistible. Lauren was a high school teenager with a damn crush once again and before she realized it, her hands were already moving to pull the other girl into their second kiss.

This time, she didn’t bother restraining anything at all. No more point in doing so. Not when she knew they only got so limited time to themselves.

Feeling the other girl melt and smile into the kiss, Lauren moved to lock her arms around a thin waist, pulling the girl flushed against her own body. She knew, at this point, she could never get enough of this. She’d just found herself a new drug.

After a short while, it was Ashley who pulled away, just far enough to gasp for much needed air but never actually letting go, “I’ll take that as a yes?”

Lauren nodded giddily before resting her forehead against Ashley’s, “I honestly don’t know how to say No to you.”

That pulled a soft chuckle from the blue-haired girl, “that works pretty well for me, actually.”

“You’re unbelievable.”

“You’re amazing.”

Lauren shook her head, snorting, “huh, what even are y–”

“No really, Lo,” Ashley cut her off by pulling back a little to look her in the eye with a determined glare, “you were incredible up there. I mean I had no doubts, but I had to focus harder not to forget my own damn lyrics.”

“Says you,” the green-eyed girl lost the urge to snort again and ended up blushing instead, “you own that stage.”

“We should do it again, huh?” with that particular teasing smirk, Ashley started to reluctantly untangle her tattooed arms around the blushing girl, stepping backward towards the door.

The double meaning behind her words hadn’t gone past Lauren. Whether Ashley meant it to be another live performance duet or simply more breathtaking kisses like the ones they just had, Lauren knew she wouldn’t be able to stop herself from doing both all over again.

“Like I said, I can’t say No to you,” she reminded timidly, glancing up to hazel eyes through her thick lashes, “so why the hell not?”

“Good,” Ashley’s smirk widen, an air of blunt confidence drifted about her, “that should make up for calling me ‘Halsey’.”

“Wait–huh?”

“Never use my stage name against me like that again. It’s like you don’t know me at all.”

Lauren couldn’t help bursting into a fit of chuckle as she shook her head, “but you’re really very Halsey right now.” When Ashley pouted at that, she relented with a deep soft raspy voice, smiling from ear to ear, “fine, Ash.“

Lauren watched the effect of it turn the smirk into a genuine smile on the other girl’s pretty face.

“Much better,” Ashley sent her a wink before turning the knob in her hand, “I’ll see you tonight, babe.”

If Lauren wasn’t blushing already, she’s sure as hell the term of endearment must have turned her into a pathetic gooey tomato by now. Not like they hadn’t called each other that before, but after the kiss….

There’s just no going back.

“Y-yeah, okay, don’t make me wait too long. Now, go get your pretty ass up onstage.”

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A/N: I think we all could use some Halren loving ;)

It’s my first time submitting and I hope I didn’t suck. This little scene just occurred to me after their first ever live performance together on the Today’s show. I thought the undeniable chemistry wasn’t just obvious onstage, so here’s a dressing room fluff. Who can blame them for the way they looked at each other, srsly?

I would love to continue this if people would want more, but, for now, it stays as a one shot.

friend: oh no

mom: oh no

city: oh no

obama: oh no

world: oh no