Chase Atlantic Imagines and Oneshots

First hug

Clinton:

You'd always had depression. Ever since you were about 11 years old. Some days were harder than others. Today was one of those days. It was the one year anniversary of your pet's death. Clinton noticed you were really down, but didn't want to pry. He let you keep your head down at breakfast, occasionally sticking some kind of vegetable into your mouth to ensure you'd eaten something. You surely wouldn't do it by yourself, so you were grateful for Clinton. Eventually, Clinton stopped feeding you his vegetables and got you a pastry. It was the kind he saw you get every morning. Clinton came back to the table with it, sitting it in front of your face. You looked up at him, silently pleading for him not to make you. "Eat," he ordered, pointing at the pastry, then you with his fork. You shook your head at him, turning your head back down. You heard Clinton's fork being set down gently, the heard a chair being pulled out next to you. Clinton sat down next to you, pulling you into a big hug. You looked up at him, tears in your eyes. Clinton told you he cared about you, and didn't like seeing you sad. He asked if you'd tell him what was wrong, so that he knew how to help. So, you told him. He hugged you again, telling you it would all be alright. He told you things would get a little easier, and when you had bad days, he was there for you

Mitchel:

Mitchel had taken you out shopping for the day. He wanted you to accompany him to a dinner and pretend to be his girlfriend, seeing as an ex of his would be there. You'd agreed, and Mitchel said he would buy you an outfit and anything else you wanted. So you were shopping. At the end of your spree, Mitchel took you to a record shop. You'd confided in Mitchel that sometimes you felt lonely in your apartment in between work and parties. Mitchel guided you into the shop, picking up a vinyl. It was called Phases and it was by a band called Chase Atlantic. Mitchel told you that it would help you not feel so lonely in your apartment. You weren't sure what he meant by that, but you'd never turn down an opportunity for new music. Mitchel took you to your apartment. You got in and immediately played the vinyl. Mitchel's voice flooded your ears, and you teared up. Mitchel had followed you in the house, so you hugged him. "Thank you so much, Mitchel," you whispered. "It's no problem. Can't have such a good friend of mine feeling so down," Mitchel told you.

Christian:

You had just landed in Los Angeles. It's been years since you last saw Christian. He talked to you when he had time, but recently he'd been on tour. You'd bought VIP access and regular tickets to his band's concert in LA for the night. You figured it would be a nice surprise for him. You took your luggage to the hotel room Mitchel, Christian's bandmate, had purchased you. When you'd dm'ed Mitchel on Instagram asking for Christian's hotel room number, so that you could pop in and visit him, Mitchel thought you were some crazy fan. You proved your innocence by showing him pictures that had been taken of you and Christian before he left. Mitchel said they'd book an extra room for you, but warned you that Christian might not be super energetic. He'd been down lately, according to Mitchel. You unpacked everything, heading to the venue early. You texted Mitchel, saying that you were on your way. Mitchel said he would let you in the back door, so that you got some time to spend with Christian without crazy fangirls trying to glare their way through your soul. When you got there, Mitchel was so excited. You made his friend happy, and therefore made him happy. When you got into the room where the band sat, Christian stood up, running to you, picking you up and spinning you around. He apologized endlessly for not calling or texting, and admitted to Mitchel that his lack of contact with you was what has been upsetting him those past few days. When you told Christian you were staying in Los Angeles from now on, he was ecstatic. He insisted that you stay in the spare bedroom at the house until you got on your feet with your modeling. You agreed, but made sure he knew it would be temporary. That night, you watched Christian bounce around on stage, very obviously in his element. It was wonderful to see the boy who once sang the most beautiful covers sing his own songs with his friends.

Pat:

You were hanging out at a party. You came with Christian, Jesse, and Pat. You'd all split ways, and now you couldn't find any of them. There were far too many people there, and you began to wonder what the hell you were thinking when you agreed to come tonight. You tried to take a couple shots, to help your anxiety. For you though, it just made everything seem that much more intense. The lights were too bright and strobey. The people were too loud, close, and energetic. The taste of alcohol in your mouth only upset you. You were starting to freak out a bit, so you went out the back door. You found Pat out there, talking to Christian. He was talking about how he was unable to locate you or Jesse. You tapped on Pat's shoulder, him turning around to meet your eyes. He took one look at you, and pulled you into his arms. His warm embrace mixed with the smell of cigarettes and his cologne calmed you. You took deep breaths under Pat's instruction, and your anxiety began to fade. Pat rubbed your back until you were ready to let go, then proceeded to take you home

Jesse:

Jesse and you often wrestled around. You were Christian's sister, you had to let your energy out somehow. So, you wrestled with literally any of the boys, with the exception of Pat. You enjoyed wrestling with Jesse especially. Today was no exception. The boys had decided to bring you on tour with them for the rest of the time they were on the road. Jesse was trying to flip a water bottle and land it right-side-up. You took the water bottle, whacking Jesse on the head with it lightly. Jesse began trying to wrestle the water bottle out of your hands. You fought back, using your feminine flexibility to keep the bottle out of his reach. He shoved you playfully, but he shoved a little too hard. You stumbled back, hitting your head on an open cabinet door with a good amount of force. Tears sprung to your eyes at the stinging sensation. You were sensitive to pain, so this was really painful for you. Jesse was quick to hug you, gently massaging the spot where you'd hit your head. You cried for a minute, but then wiped your tears. Jesse remained hugging you until you told him your head was okay. Christian rushed to your side as soon as the moment between you and Jesse was over. You told him it was okay, and that Jesse helped make it feel better.