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Enchanted ii (j.m)

a/n: hello lovelies ! whew! this blog has had a busy couple of weeks. with the makeover and editing going on, it's been insane. but it's not as insane as all the love and support i've been getting from you lovelies! ! i am absolutely loving all the interaction and energy you lovelies are giving me ! i also appreciate how you guys have stuck around with all the construction the blogs been going through, fear not though, the maintenance on my blog is finished !

anyway, to the fic. this is the highly requested second part to my jj fic enchanted ! you guys gave enchanted so much love and i honestly was going to do a part two anyway, but i am so glad you guys wanted a part two ! anywho, i hope you like it lovelies, i tried to keep it close to the energy of the first part as i could! ps: i also based a teeny tiny scene off favourite crime by olivia rodrigo :)!

pairing: jj maybank x fem!kook!reader

tv show/movie: outer banks

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taglist: @rottenstyx |

asked to be tagged in this fic: @skyfallgazingstar

part i | part ii - you're here!

au where the treasure hunt did not turn into what it is in the show. no bahamas, no ward/rafe psychopathy, etc. just a harmless, fun little adventure that brought sarah and kie together again.

warnings: very angsty, some negative thoughts, throw-up, fluff, happy-ending!

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- not my gif - * this gif has no correlation to the plot, but for some reason, tumblr won't show me any jj gifs so this is the only one i found that i haven't already used*

For yet another night, Y/N found her blinking up at the cloth of her canopy that draped over the top of her bed. All that was on her mind was the same thing that she thought of since the Cameron’s party a week ago - JJ Maybank. The blonde flirt seemed to infiltrate every crevice of her mind, body and soul; totally consuming her in just one night. She couldn’t help but wonder if he knew she had fallen madly in love with him. If he knew her entire night was bathed in twinking and sparkling fairy dust because of him. If he knew that she was up every night wishing that she also weighed heavy on his mind - keeping him awake.

No matter how many questions and thoughts she pondered, there were always two that stumped her - making her continuously circle back to them day-in and day-out. These were the questions that kept her up. Sure, she found herself contemplating if she even crossed JJ’s mind after that night, but these questions were the biggest of all. The ones that made her stomach churn and her brain want to bury itself into the world's biggest and darkest hole out of embarrassment and foolishness. Who does he love? Does he have someone else? She couldn’t help but imagine that he was lying in a bed not far from Y/N, his arms holding someone else close just like he held her that night. It certainly wouldn’t be the first time Y/N found herself in that situation before. She just hoped JJ wasn’t just another taken boy flirting with her out of boredom and that he didn’t already have someone waiting on him to get home.

With a frustrated groan that sounded a bit more like a scream, Y/N flopped over aggressively, now laying on her side as she stared at the wall darkened by shadows. She felt so foolish thinking that JJ would ever make an appearance in her life again. What was she thinking? Her life wasn’t a movie or a book. Things like that never happen to her. She was destined for a life of perpetual sadness and loneliness - to be alone forever. Her self-pity didn’t last long until JJ had crept back into her mind, making her think of him instead of her doomed fate. His name echoed in her head, something she believed would happen forever until they are reunited once again. Almost like he was in the room, she could see him appear, standing by the wall she faced.

A knock on her door sounding through the deadly silent house startled her. Sitting up in her bed, she paused for a moment. It was almost midnight on a night her parents were out of town, nobody should be knocking on her door. Throwing her blankets off herself, she slid out of bed, pulling on a random sweater draped over the chair in her room. The house was dark and empty, making a fearful chill roll up her spine. The air-conditioner chilled the hardwood floors to feel like ice beneath her bare feet as she carried herself along the banister overlooking the grand living room.

She found herself stilling halfway down the spiral staircase, freezing at a thought. “What if it’s JJ?” She thought, her hand tightening around the oak banister. Hope blooming in her chest, she finally felt something other than dread and despair for the first time since the morning after the party. Rushing down the rest of the staircase, she stopped as the grand, solid oak doors loomed over her - blocking her from either a blissful dream or a doomed fate. Eying the peephole, she almost didn’t want to look through in case it wasn’t JJ. She wanted to believe he stood on the other side of the door, ready to pronounce his love for her, but she knew how unlikely it was. With her nails flying between her teeth, she chewed upon the nicely done manicure, not even realizing she was doing it as she paced.

If she didn’t open it and it was JJ, he would think she didn’t like him like she did, but if she opened it and it wasn’t JJ, she would be forever disappointed - spiralling into a bigger pit of anguish than she already was in. Taking a heaving breath in, she expelled the air out in a huge gust, turning to the door again. Letting her hand fall from her mouth, she stood there. She hoped with every fibre of her being that her and JJ’s story will continue and that night last week was not the end of everything. Her hand grasped the cold metal of the fancy door handle, the cold-shooting through her like an electric shock, making goosebumps rise all over her body, her skin uncomfortably tight. Ignoring it, she yanked the door open, letting the silver moonlight pour in like a flood. It was as if a huge stamp landed upon the world with the ink spelling out the words “the end” oozing into everything around her as it stamped her fate, marking the end of her fairytale night.

“Oh, hey Sarah and Kiara,” She greeted, disappointed to find the two girls instead of the boy she so desperately craved to see again. Her hand slid down off the handle in disappointment as she stepped aside, letting the two girls in. Softly closing the door with a click, she twisted the lock, bathing them in almost complete darkness, the light from the windows just barely missing them. “What are you guys doing here so late and in your pyjamas?” She asked, crossing her arms over her chest, trying to protect her body from the blasting cold of the air-conditioning.

“We were having an impromptu sleepover and I know that Rose and Ward are off on that realtor retreat so I assumed your parents went too,” Sarah started to explain, peeling off the light sweater she had thrown on over her tank top. The nights now fell with the slightest bit of an autumn chill, marking the start of the end of summer. “So, we thought you could use some company!” She concluded, hanging her sweater on the coat rack by the door as Kiara worked on her jean jacket.

Y/N nodded, rolling her lips as she leaned against the door. She couldn’t help but feel majorly disappointed. It didn’t matter if she was glad that Sarah and Kiara were actually trying to maintain the friendship developed that night. She was glad to have two new friends (the only friends she has made so far), but she had built this image up in her head and she found herself not being able to cope with the crushing realization that she did not live in a fairytale. “I hope you don’t mind, Y/N.” Kiara spoke up, noting Y/N’s gloom-covered face and silence.

Looking up at the two girls who hovered by the coat rack, she was shocked and slightly embarrassed they had picked up on her pity party. “No, I don’t mind at all,” She clarified. “I just have something weighing on my mind, that’s all.” She shrugged, gesturing her pointer finger to her head as she lifted herself off the door.

“Oh, well, maybe we could talk about it! We could help you with whatever it is!” Sarah suggested eagerly, clapping her hands, the sound echoing throughout the darkened house. Y/N gulped, her eyes widening as she panicked - hoping the two girls didn’t notice it.

“We don’t have to do that,” Y/N waved her off in what she hoped was a nonchalant way. “I don’t want to worry you guys with what happens in my mind. It’s way too much for anyone to deal with.” She internally cringed, not wanting them to think she was crazy. Pulling a face, she took a second to question why she was the way she was.

“It’s no problem, we all have our fair share of issues to deal with.” Kiara reassured her as Y/N brushed past them, leading them up the stairs.

“I just don’t want you guys to worry about something I can figure out on my own,” She tried again, cursing the universe. All she wanted was for them not to figure out she was secretly pining for their friend for a week, completely obsessing over him as she imagined him as her prince or troubled bad boy with amazing dance skills (or wealthy gentry who professes his love in the pouring rain). “Besides, this is a sleepover and they are supposed to be fun.” She pressed.

She didn’t want to tell them how she imagined JJ striding across a vast field in a blouse and breeches, his open travelling cloak billowing in the breeze behind him as his blue eyes set on her frame and only her frame - determined to reach her. She would be absolutely mortified if they went back to JJ, telling him about how in love she was with him only to ask who they were talking about. She had to come to terms with the fact that JJ just didn’t remember her. He didn’t see her as his Elizabeth Bennet. She was just another stranger on the sidewalk to him, not the person he had full conversations with across the room with just his eyes. “Well, if you’re one-hundred percent sure.”

“I am, Kiara,” She confirmed as they reached her door that stood slightly ajar. “It’s nothing you guys should worry about. It’s not even that big of a deal,” She lied, tears stinging her eyes as the hammer fell on her delicate heart - effectively shattering it finally. “I was just wrapped up in my head about my silly little romance novels and fairytales.” She added in, trying to remind herself of the fact that those things were just that: silly. She wasn’t going to meet someone under the glow of the artificial light surrounding them and fall in love - well, she could, but the person sure as hell wouldn’t fall in love with her, that much was just proven.

“Call me Kie.” Kiara corrected the girl, sensing a change in subject was in order as she shared a look with Sarah. Y/N figured she hadn’t done a good enough job hiding what had made her so upset, but as long as she hadn’t actually told them point-blank, it was all conjecture and they couldn’t take it to JJ.

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“I told you to make sure your no-good assistant sent her information to the right school,” She heard her mother boom from downstairs, pulling her from the world of Elizabeth and Mr. Darcy. She couldn’t even immerse herself into the actual novel without it being ruined in some way. Groaning, she stood from the fancy velvet chair positioned by the french doors leading to the terrace. She had lounged there for hours, reading as the sunbeams warmed her skin, protecting her from the air-conditioning. However, the slamming of the front door and her mother’s yelling destroyed her little bubble away from reality. “Honestly! I have no idea why you keep that assistant! She cannot make a simple appointment! She asked me to make an appointment to have lunch with you yesterday!” Ah, the infamous assistant argument - a classic in her house.

This was the same assistant who her father insisted had to be moved to Outer Banks with them. The same assistant who fails to transfer any calls from her or her mother to her father and the same one who apparently didn’t send Y/N’s papers to the right school. “I don’t see why we can’t just get her old school to fax this school her papers, then she can go to the Academy.” Her father defended, his deep voice vibrating through the floor as they argued in the living room, their voices echoing.

“Because the Academy doesn’t have any space left for her!” Her mother cried out in frustration, the sound of her heels clicking against the hardwood floor. Throwing her book on the couch, Y/N stumbled through her room, her bare feet thumping as she tripped over a curled-up corner of her rug.

“How was I supposed to know that?” Her father asked defensively as Y/N opened her door, trying her hardest not to let it squeak.

“Because we were in the same meeting, Todd,” Her mother exclaimed before heaving a sigh. “It’s fine. It will all be fine. She’ll do a semester at the public school then we’ll try to get her transferred to the Academy. I am sure with her marks they’ll accept her,” She mostly talked to herself, Y/N could tell by the way she was muttering and the sound of her heels pacing across the floor. “She’s already all set to go to the public school next week so that’s good, but I want that assistant fired!” She demanded, storming off, the sound of her heels clicking getting quieter and quieter as she walked into another room.

Y/N blinked, her head poking around her door, her hands gripping one of the double white doors, the tips of her fingers pressing against the expensive wood as she spotted her father sitting in the armchair in the far corner of the room her mother reserved for tea with Rose, his large hand thrown over his eyes as he sighed, deflating into the light pink cushion. Rolling her lips together, she doubted his stress from the fight with her mother. The stress was from having to let his assistant go. Nothing was a shock to her when it came to her parents. Infidelity was just another example of their paper-thin morals. The continuation of their marriage was just another ploy to get ahead in the hierarchical society.

A small, unmistakable pin sounded from her room, resounding through the silent house like a bullhorn. Jumping, she hid behind the one door she kept closed during her snooping to avoid her father catching her eavesdropping. Pressing her back flat against the door, she eyed her phone, the screen still bright from the text she had just received. The one time her phone wasn’t just on vibrate. Trying to make herself as light as she could, she glided over the polished floors, grabbing her phone from where it sat on top of her comforter. Looking at the notification from Kiara, she read the words ‘call me’. The two words made her feel like she was just struck with a mallet in the stomach.

“Call her,” She muttered in confusion, clutching her phone tighter as she made her way to the french doors she sat in front of earlier, slipping out into the much warmer air. As the clock struck noon, the temperatures seemed to rise only to plummet at night, classic August weather, the most perfect weather in Y/N’s opinion. “Why would she need me to call her?” She questioned, her mind whirling as it spit out the worst-case scenarios - a nasty habit of hers.

Clicking Kiara’s contact information, she lifted the phone to her ear, shutting the french door softly behind her before her fingernails fell between her teeth. Pacing along her terrace, she listened to the ring of the call going through, anxiously waiting for Kiara to pick up. “Y/N!” Her cheerful voice sounded as if it was feet away from her phone, telling her Kiara had put her on speaker.

“Kie! You scared me, I thought something happened!” Y/N scolded, happy that nothing horrible had happened, but still not happy that her friend made her think someone had been seriously injured.

“Sorry, I probably could have worded that better,” She apologized as some people muttered in the background of the call, whispering. “Anyway, I wanted to ask you if you wanted to come out on John B’s boat with us! It’s one of the last nice days we can go swimming before school starts, it’s kind of a tradition of ours to go out around this time.” She explained the reason for the near heart attack.

Sitting down on the outdoor couch she had on her terrace, she gazed out into her yard, the marsh sparkling in the August sun. “I don’t know Kie,” She shrugged, knowing full well Kiara can’t see the gesture. “I only really know you and Sarah.” She reminded her. She didn’t want to impose on their friendship tradition. They were a close-knit group, squeezing someone else in could disturb the balance, creating ripples in the group that turned into waves.

“Nonsense,” She cried over the phone and Y/N could visualize her waving her off with a flick of her hand. “John B and Pope would love to meet you, and JJ is going to be there! I’m pretty sure I saw you two talking at the Cameron’s party the other week.” At the mention of JJ’s name, both butterflies and doom swirled in her stomach. Sitting up straighter, she pressed her hand to her stomach, feeling slightly nauseous from the news. Going somewhere with JJ could go either way. He could look at her and not know her. He could look at her and immediately grab her, kissing her senseless before telling her he had imagined doing that since the party. If there was some way she could tell, she wouldn’t mind this position, but there was no way to tell. They had no other interactions. It was as if that night had never happened.

“Uh-” She tried to speak, but Kiara cut her off.

“Nope, I’ve decided for you, you’re coming.” With that, Kiara hung up, leaving Y/N sitting there, a looming sense of a grim fate hanging over her like her own personal storm cloud. Standing, her feet carried her stunned body back into her room. She was either marching herself to her funeral or to the best day of her life - either way, she only came too when she was walking to the end of her driveway with her bag of sunscreen, a towel, and a bathing suit - Sarah sitting in one of her dad’s cars, waiting to take her.

“I am so excited you’re coming out on the boat with us, you’re gonna love it,” Sarah gushed as she drove down the road. Y/N hummed half-mindedly, too wrapped up in her head to pay attention to Sarah. Instead, she was memorizing the way back to her house in case she needed a quick escape. Sarah continued to talk, the words floating in one of Y/N’s ears and out the other like a smooth stream. “And we’re here! Unfortunately, while you were daydreaming, Kiara texted me telling me JJ had to leave,” She told her, gathering her stuff from the cupholders. “Wonder where he had to go on such an important day.”

“Maybe he’s going to hang out with his girlfriend?” Y/N suggested, trying to hide the pain in her voice, hoping the slamming of her car door drowned it out enough for Sarah not to notice. She seemed not to as she scoffed, laughing as she closed her own door.

“JJ, a girlfriend,” She repeated, still laughing. “Not a chance, JJ has to be really wooed to settle down.” She informed her, making her heart sink as if tied to a cinder block and dropped into the ocean. Nodding, she swallowed thickly, muttering out a quick ‘good to know’ as she tried not to vomit.

“Y/N! You actually came, I’m glad my plan worked,” Kiara exclaimed, seeing the two girls walking to the dock the others stood on. “JJ had to leave, but he seemed really disappointed. He said, and I quote ‘it’s a shame, I would have liked to meet her’ which is weird because, a, it’s JJ, and b, I’m pretty sure I saw you guys talking at the party.” Kiara rambled before going back to digging in the cooler, making sure everything was in there.

“Must have been someone else, I never caught their name anyway.” She lied, regretting actually coming to this excursion as she was thrown back into her circle of angst and sadness. Of course, JJ didn’t remember her. What was memorable about her? Absolutely nothing apparently.

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Burning. That was all she felt as she stood there, mostly hidden behind the display of roses. It was as if someone stabbed a scolding hot iron rod through her entire chest, her entire body burning as a repercussion. It was as if her world was on fire, melting around her, the flames licking at her skin. There he was. The first time she was seeing him outside of the classroom, he stood there with some other girl. The pair of them standing at the counter, talking lowly, their heads bowed towards each other as they browsed the booklet.

She couldn’t seem to swallow, a blockage forming in her throat as her eyes felt like they were ignited into flames. Maybe everyone was wrong. Maybe JJ was the type to settle down easily. Or maybe she had wooed him. Wooed him more than he had wooed Y/N. Maybe she had swept him off his feet. Y/N felt sick as she watched them, their hands brushing together ever so slightly. It was almost as if their fingers itched to hold each other just like Y/N’s itched to hold JJ’s again.

Forcing the bile back down her throat, she rushed towards the door of the florist, leaving her mother who didn’t even realize she was leaving, too worried about what flower she should get for the centrepiece of the table. Was that night all a lie? Did he really have someone waiting for him as he danced with her? Did he come to her knowing that he could easily get her to love him? Did he even know she loved him? Part of her wished he did know she loved him so horribly it hurt her. Maybe that was his plan all along. Go home to his girlfriend and tell her he had danced with someone, making her fall head over heels as a sick joke for them to laugh at. Maybe it was payback and Y/N was his willing accomplice.

She hunched over, her hands on her knees as she waited for the bile she couldn’t keep down to come up. Groaning, her stomach twisted more as she thought about it. She was ashamed to say that she hoped she was his favourite crime if that was his girlfriend. She hoped that he would look back at all the girls he flirted with only to laugh about on the way home to her and he found the night spent with her was the best. It made her sick. She was hoping that even if that was his girlfriend, he found himself longing for another crime committed with her. She hoped that he found himself thinking about her instead of that girl.

Finally, the bile came up, burning her throat as it splattered into the dirt of the alley between the florist and a clothing shop. Gasping, she stared down at the greenish-brown liquid, trying to keep the rest down as she breathed. “Oh my god,” She whispered, tears leaking down her face as she realized more. She wasn’t the princess in this story. She was the dirty, evil girl created to ruin the happy couple. She was the villain. She was never the main character. She was never Mr. Darcy, she wasn’t even Elizabeth. She was Mr. Collins or even Mr. Wickham. The nuisance who almost got in the way of the marriage. “Oh my god!” She exclaimed, her hands flying to cover her face as she leaned against the brick wall of the clothing shop behind her. The worst part of it all was that she would do it all again knowing full well he had a girlfriend. She would gladly commit the crime again as long as it was JJ she was doing it with. As long as it was his cerulean eyes were the ones staring back at her.

“Y/N? What are you doing in the alley-” Her mother trailed off, looking at the puddle of alkaline fluid her daughter had just thrown up then back at her. “You were sick,” She noted, walking over to Y/N, setting the basket of flowers she held on the ground by their feet, her hand feeling Y/N’s forehead. “You’re not warm,” She hummed, peering down at Y/N with furrowed brows. “This is about romantic things, isn’t it?”

“Yes.” Y/N whispered, her eyes closing shamefully. She wasn’t sure how her mother knew that, but she didn’t question it.

“Well, don’t worry dear, I can help you with that, trust me.” Her mother reassured her, her arm wrapping around Y/N’s shoulders, her other hand grabbing the basket, leading her out of the alley and to the car. Y/N feet seemed to drag along the ground as her mother supported most of her weight, the world spinning as she battled the bile threatening to rise once again. As her mother shoved her limp body into the passenger seat of the SUV, she was hit by the realization that she had been wrong earlier. The end of their storyline wasn’t when she opened the door to reveal Sarah and Kiara; the end was now. He had his happy ending and she was stuck with the shitty ending. She most likely won’t even get to have her new friends, how could she hang out with them when all they did was hang around the blue-eyed boy who managed to both light her heart up like a Christmas tree and smash it into a million pieces - all within three weeks.

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Sniffling, Y/N rubbed her nose furiously with a kleenex as she angrily watched Johnny and Baby dance in his cabin, her lips tracing along his strong neck, his hands on her hips, pulling her flush against him. “Oh come on, like that would ever happen in real life,” She complained, tossing the crumpled-up tissue on the coffee table with the rest of them. “This sucks!” She cried, uncovering the remote from the pile of tissues as Johnny pulled Baby’s shirt off, his hands skimming over her smooth skin. The scene was cut off as Y/N slammed her thumb into the stop button, making the blue DVD screen glow into the darkened living room.

“Dirty Dancing didn’t even cheer you up,” Her mother asked, walking into the living room from the kitchen. Y/N huffed, looking over her shoulder at her mother as she gathered things. “That’s odd, it always worked in the past with this sort of thing,” She remarked, pausing her movements as she ruffled through the drawer of the writing desk that was filled with takeout menus. “It’s also one of your favourites.”

“Yeah, well it’s stupid. I don’t see why I loved it so much before,” Y/N grumbled, kicking her feet, messing up the blanket she had balled herself up in. Groaning, she regretted doing that now that she had to fix the blanket yet again. Her mother simply ignored her, grabbing the menu she was looking for and walking over to her. “In real life, Johnny isn’t going to come back and Baby will be stuck in the corner forever. Baby will live her entire life in the corner watching everyone else find someone because she is only destined for unhappy endings-”

“You think you’re going to live your life in the corner because that Waiter Boy from the party hasn’t come to pull you out,” Her mother theorized with a sigh, her hand falling onto Y/N’s blanket-covered knee. Raising an eyebrow at the hand, Y/N lifted her eyes to look at her mother - confused on how she managed to figure that out and why she was comforting her. She would assume her mother wouldn’t want her dating someone who had to cater parties. “Hun, believe me when I say this isn’t the end. You will find your Johnny-”

“I’ve been comparing him to Elizabeth Bennet in my head,” She sniffled out a correction, making her mother give her an odd look. “He bewitched me mind, body, and soul just like Elizabeth did to Mr. Darcy.” She explained with another sniffle.

Letting out a sigh of understanding, her mother nodded, patting her knee. “Then you’ll find your Johnny who is also your Elizabeth,” She corrected herself. “But never give up on them before they can come back. Don’t you think Baby was thinking she would never see Johnny again,” She posed the question, earning an odd look from her daughter. Brushing off the judging eyes, she continued. “But look, Johnny came back to her. And Elizabeth turned Mr. Darcy down the first time he professed his love for her, but he came back too.”

“So you’re saying, I might still have a chance with JJ?” Y/N asked, confused as to what her mother was trying to convey to her.

“If JJ is that waiter from the party, yeah, I guess. He did look at you like you were Baby or Elizabeth,” She agreed, blinking rapidly as she called her daughter Mr. Darcy in this situation. She never imagined herself having to call her daughter a stuffy rich man who was as grumpy as he was anti-social, but here she was. “But my main point was that sometimes you think your story is over with someone, but it’s not. You owe it to yourself not to give up on your Johnny. Believe me, you’ll regret it your whole life.”

“How do you know-” Y/N tried to ask, but her mother stood up, effectively cutting off the conversation.

“Well, I’m going to go order this pizza for us and you watch the rest of Dirty Dancing, then we’ll load up Pride & Prejudice next, maybe that will give you enough of a push to go after him for a change.” She remarked, her heels clicking as she strode off elsewhere in the house. Letting her mother’s words sink into her mind, Y/N licked her lips, softly pushing the play button once again, letting the scene from earlier play on.

Just as Baby and Johnny’s lips meet for a sweet, overdue kiss, a knock sounded over the soft music of the scene. Not even bothering to pause the movie, Y/N stood. The soft blanket fell from her shoulders, pooling on the couch behind her as her slippers scuffed against the hardwood. Humming to the music, she pulled the door open roughly, the shine of the sun that still stood tall in the sky burned her eyes, making her squint. She had just spent hours in the living room with all the blinds pulled shut and the lights off, the only light coming from the TV and now she was being bombarded by full-on sunlight.

Slowly, her eyes relaxed, the burning subsiding, allowing her to get a look at who stood on the other side of the door. Eyes widening and jaw-dropping, she swore her heart had stopped for a second before jumping with joy. “JJ?” She whispered, not believing her eyes. Sure, she saw the tall blonde standing there with a bouquet of flowers in his hands, but was it really him or an insanely realistic daydream fuelled by the influence of Dirty Dancing? She had no way to tell other than to ask.

“Uh, hi,” JJ smiled nervously making Y/N swoon, her knees nearly giving out on her. If this wasn’t a daydream and he really was there being all nervous, that means she had bewitched the flirtatious JJ. All Kiara and Sarah can talk about when discussing JJ was how much of a flirt and a womanizer he was. But yet, here he stood (in a possible reality) with his hand clutching the stems of twelve of her favourite fall flowers and a nervous smile on his face. He cleared his throat as she continued to gawk at him, too shocked to say anything. “So, watching some Dirty Dancing, huh?” He asked, looking into the house at the TV, seeing Johnny and Baby press their lips together as the scene changed.

“Yeah, yeah, um,” She trailed off, taking in his appearance. With furrowed brows, she looked down at his feet. “Are those Sperry Boat Shoes?” She questioned, looking closer at the light-coloured boat shoes before looking at the rest of his outfit. Clad in capris and a button-down, she almost felt like laughing at him. He looked so uncomfortable and awkward that it was almost as if he were a stereotypical high school poindexter.

“Yeah, they are, Sarah stole them from Rafe for me,” He confirmed, looking down at his shoes himself. “Turns out, he has way more than ten pairs of Sperrys in his closet.” He commented, looking back up at her as he referenced the night they last saw each other. Giving him another once over with a shake of her head, she eyed his gelled hair. It looked rock solid, even more tamed than what it was the night they met.

“Why are you dressed like this on my porch, JJ?” She asked, not understanding what was going on. Bashful, JJ looked at the flowers in his hand, pretending to smell them as he avoided answering the question. Flicking his eyes up without lifting his head, he hoped to see her distracted, forgetting about her question. Instead, he saw her crossing her arms over her chest, her slipper-covered toe tapping impatiently. Swallowing thickly, he lifted himself back to his full height, rolling his shoulders back as he prepared himself to lay it all on the line for her.

“I wanted to impress you. I wanted to tell you how much I enjoyed that night at the Cameron’s party-”

She interrupted him softly, her shoulders dancing as she shifted her arms, wrapping herself up as if to protect herself from being insecure and fragile. “The time to do that would have been a week after the party, not three, JJ.” She informed him, making his head slump shamefully.

“I know, I know, but you have to understand, Y/N,” He sympathized. “You’re this amazing girl who has this bright future ahead of you, you live in something I can only describe as a freaking palace. But all I am is a piece of trailer trash that managed to be completely and utterly enchanted by you and your effortless beauty,” He paused, his chest sinking into him as he stared into her eyes, hoping he was conveying everything adequately. “You’re like a literal princess and I’m just some court jester who wishes he could be a prince so he could be enough for her,” He licked his lips as he prepared himself to continue on. Y/N blinked, watching as he worked himself up. “I knew I couldn’t show up like myself if I wanted to have even the slightest chance with you. You deserve someone who knows all the fancy crap like what kind of flowers to get in the fall or what kind of pants go with what shirt. But most importantly, you deserve someone who can get you flowers without having to pick up extra shifts.” He added the last bit shamefully, gesturing to the bunch of purple asters he held, the light pink wrap around them wrinkling as he hit it by accident.

The corner of Y/N’s mouth twitched slightly as a smile grew on her face. “I enchanted you?” She asked quietly, looking up at him bashfully.

“Mind and soul.” He breathed out with a nod, extending the flowers to her. She took them, gazing down at the bouquet in her hand. The vibrant purple shot out at her as she took in the flowers’ beauty. She was in awe of his words. Maybe she was Elizabeth and Mr. Darcy.

“But, there are some things I don’t quite understand,” She paused, realizing something. “First of all, when I was invited to go out on the boat, you suddenly had to leave and you said that you would have loved to meet me, why did you lie and why did you leave?” She questioned, letting the flowers fall lightly against her chest, neither one of them noticing as Dirty Dancing continued to play in the background loudly.

“The Country Club had called me after Kiara had invited you, someone didn’t show for their shift and they offered it to me since I had asked for extra shifts. It was a double and I knew every penny counted if I wanted to make a good second impression with you.” He informed her. She suddenly felt bad for thinking he hadn’t remembered her. She never thought for a second that he could have just had to go to work.

“Okay, I can understand that, but what about the girl you were with in the flower shop today? You looked really close to her and not in a friendly way.” She brought up the scene she had witnessed earlier. The same scene that made her hurl in an alleyway. JJ furrowed his brows, glancing down at the flowers she held then back up at her, hoping she would understand what he was saying, Though she did, she still wanted an explanation, prompting her to quirk an eyebrow in response.

“That was Ashlynn, she used to be my lab partner last year. I asked her for help planning all this since she’s a hopeless romantic too,” He explained. “We’ve been meeting in our spare time with her girlfriend, Kiara, and Sarah to plan this,” He continued, pausing as he looked towards the hedge that separated the Cameron’s yard from Y/N’s. “In fact, I wouldn’t be entirely surprised if they were spying on us from Sarah’s house right now.” He laughed as the hedge rustled unnaturally. Y/N found herself laughing as well. She felt stupid and ridiculous for jumping to conclusions about JJ.

Lifting the top of the flowers off her chest, she dipped her nose into them, buying her time as she tried to wrap her mind around everything. She had believed JJ was never going to show up, but yet, here he was - pulling her from the corner of self-pity and desperation she had shoved herself in, just like Johnny. “You know, you didn’t have to do all of this to have a chance with me, JJ,” She informed him, lifting her face from the fragrant flowers, gesturing to his getup and the flowers. “You had a chance with me all along. You captivated me that night and never let me go. Day in and day out, you were the only thing on my mind. I wanted you to show up at my doorstep and tell me that I had enchanted you as much as you enchanted me. I wanted to know that you were walking home that night in a world of clouds and fairy dust too,” She paused, rolling her lips together as she took in his outfit once more. “I don’t need someone who cares more about appearances than actual feelings, I don’t want someone like Rafe Cameron. Most importantly, I just want you, JJ.” She concluded, practically opening her chest up and offering him her delicate heart.

“Man, I feel stupid now-” He laughed, shaking his head as he looked down at himself. “I look like some nerd off a Disney show!” He exclaimed, gesturing to himself wildly. Y/N snorted out a laugh making her cheeks burn uncomfortably, her hand covering her mouth in shock. Even now, she was managing to embarrass herself horribly in front of this poor boy. But, just like that night, JJ’s smile grew at the sound, his eyes gleaming in adoration as he gazed down at her. Looking at her with her red cheeks, messy hair, and pyjamas.

“You think you’re stupid,” She asked, trying to recover from her embarrassment. “I thought Ashlynn was your girlfriend when I saw you guys in the flower shop! I also convinced myself you didn’t remember me at all!” She cried out, her eyes wide as she questioned how she could ever believe that someone would just forget someone they spent a whole night with.

“I convinced myself I had to work myself into the ground and completely change myself when all I had to do was talk to you,” He argued, almost frustrated with himself that he had gotten all up in his head about talking to a girl - something he claimed to be an expert on. “I think it’s safe to say that I’m the stupid one here. You were just trying to make sense of the signals I was giving off.”

“Okay, okay,” Y/N surrendered, smiling shyly as she prepared to ask the next question. “Would you like to come in while I get these in a vase?” She nearly whispered, stepping to the side, creating space for him to walk through the open door.

“I thought you would never ask,” He smiled that damn smile, almost making her fall over as he passed her, walking into the house, looking amazed as he took in the interior. “Could you maybe text Sarah to bring my clothes and stuff over? I really cannot stand these shoes or pants. I would do it, but she took my phone when I tried to put it in these pockets-” He gestured to the tight pockets on his capri pants. “Apparently these pockets aren’t functional.” He pried his thumb into it, trying to pull the pocket out, but there was no give whatsoever.

Y/N laughed, nodding as she grabbed her phone from the suddenly cleaned coffee table. “Of course, JJ, I figured you would be itching to get out of those.” She agreed, clicking her home button. She furrowed her brows when she saw a notification from her mom. ‘I snuck out the backdoor, the pizza is on its way and money is on the island in the kitchen. Enjoy life out of the corner hun ;).’ The text read. Pressing her lips together, she couldn’t help but let the smile take over her face. It seemed to her that the enchanting tale of JJ and Y/N didn’t have an ending in sight and her mother knew that from the start - way before either one of them.

"Hang on, I forgot something," JJ told her, catching her off guard as she started to type out a text to Sarah. Turning to face him, she opened her mouth to ask him, but his hand gripping her biceps firmly and his lips flattening against hers cut her off. Blinking in shock, it took her a second to melt into him, her body practically laying against him as their lips moulded together. Pulling away slightly, JJ whispered against her lips. "This." He answered her unspoken question before pressing his lips against hers rougher this time, his hands sliding up to cup her jaw. Angling her head up as her hands gripped the back of his restricting button up - once again feeling his back muscles tightening as he guided her jaw in the kiss with his thumbs and his own jaw, setting the pace.

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Shobbs: Trayendo a Deckard a casa (Parte 3 de la serie ‘Momentos Hobbs/Shaw - por Sam

https://archiveofourown.org/works/27101908/chapters/66178309

Título: Trayendo a Deckard a casa

Autor: Lady chibineko

(Miembro de la Orden Sirusiana)

(Miembro de la Mazmorra del Snarry)

(Alumna de la casa de Hufflepuff en Media Noche en la Torre de Astronomía)

Disclaimer: La franquicia de Fast & Furious es propiedad intelectual de Gary Scott Thompson, Universal Pictures y los respectivos productores de cada película. Esta historia entra después de la película Fast & Furious 8 (The Fate of the Furious) y el spin-off Hobbs & Shaw.

Advertencia: Este es un fic slash, lo que quiere decir relación chico-chico; si no es de su agrado este tipo de lectura por favor no sigan.

Nota: ¡Feliz 47° cumpleaños Deckard! Hay que celebrarselo al inglesito, aunque al final haya un cumpleaños Hobbs. Pero la intención de la autora es lo que cuenta... si, si lo es.

~.~.~.~.~.~

Capítulo I

Sam y Linda soltaron al unísono una serie de risitas cuando volvieron a darle calabazas a Fred, el hermano mayor de Linda, en su último intento (hasta el momento) de ligar con una chica en la parrillada/fiesta de cumpleaños de su hermanita (la cual se llevaba a cabo en un parque con zona para días de campo). Sam sabía que no debería de estar riéndose de Fred así, pero a los 12 años ese tipo de situaciones por las que pasaban los chicos mayores solo podían causarte gracia además de pena ajena.

Tras controlarse un poco, sacó el teléfono móvil para ver la hora.

Ya casi eran las 6 de la tarde ¡Pronto irían a recogerla!, pensó Sam con emoción.

Y esa emoción tenía un poderoso motivo detrás.

¡Deckard iba a ir a recogerla!

Lo cual era todo un acontecimiento por el simple hecho de que en los 2 años 3 meses de relación con su papá, Deckard se había mantenido fuera de la vista de casi toda persona que tuviese contacto con los Hobbs, a excepción de su tía Emere, la hermana mayor de su papá, y la familia de ésta.

Sam sabía el motivo, pues había escuchado a su papá preguntar sobre ello a Deckard unas semanas atrás, y por el tono y el tipo de pregunta (¿No crees que es tiempo de que alguien además de Sam, Emere, Ted o los chicos te conozca?) no era la primera vez que se tocaba el tema.

Pero si la pregunta le había sonado mal a Sam, la respuesta fue aún peor. Deckard había dicho, de una manera demasiado enredada, entrecortada y dando muchas vueltas; que no quería que Sam tuviese problemas con sus compañeros del colegio, o que el mismo Luke, además de Sam, tuviese problemas con los padres o maestros debido a que Luke Hobbs estuviese saliendo con un hombre, menos uno como él. Y fue allí donde Sam cayó en cuenta que el que Deckard nunca estuviese en casa cuando uno de sus compañeros iba, y el que ninguno de los padres de familia o maestros o hubiese conocido aún, era dolorosamente intencional por parte del inglés.

Y teniendo en cuenta la conversación que había tenido con sus tías, de paso era terriblemente inconveniente para lo que Sam quería.

¡Y todo ello no era más que una gran tontería! Porque no solo Sam estaba completa y absolutamente orgullosa y feliz de tener a Deckard en su vida sino que, de a pocos en esos dos años, había hecho que de una u otra forma todos supiesen sobre él. Sus compañeros, los padres de sus compañeros, sus profesores... todos aquellos a quienes Sam consideraba que debían de saber.

Había comenzado con ella llevando 3 pasteles de chocolate para el puesto de venta de su salón en una feria del colegio. Los pasteles habían sido vendidos por tajadas, y ni una sola persona que compró y probó el pastel dejó de venir una segunda y hasta una tercera vez.

Los pasteles desaparecieron tras menos de 30 minutos de haber abierto el puesto... los tres, y Sam se llenó la boca diciéndole a todos que había sido el novio de papá quien los había hecho, y que ella había ayudado.

Por supuesto hubo más de un incrédulo, pero en cuanto un valiente se atrevió a preguntarle a Luke y éste corroboró lo dicho por Sam con una enorme sonrisa, la niña comenzó a desperdigar lo asombroso que era Deckard a los cuatro rincones de su pequeño mundo.

Cuando Deckard comenzó a realizar complicados peinados en su cabellera una que otra mañana antes de que le tocase ir a clase, y alguien alababa el peinado, ella respondía con un gracias, pero que se lo había hecho Deckard, así que por supuesto se veía genial (y el que ya no tuviese que ver con mal contenida envidia a varias de sus compañeras cuando éstas llegaban a clases con peinados hechos por sus madres era un gran bonus).

Y cuando ganó el tercer puesto en su feria de ciencias, explicó a su profesor que había sido Deckard quien le había enseñado los principios básicos en los que había basado su proyecto.

Y los ejemplos seguían y seguían, así que las razones de Deckard para evitar ser conocido eran ridículas.

En especial porque no le gustaba lo que algunos habían comenzado a decir sobre Deckard sin siquiera conocerlo, como el tío de Laura, el cual a espaldas de su papá (porque el tipo seguro quería evitar que el ex DSS le tirase todos los dientes de un golpe) llamaba a Deckard el 'noviecito', 'afeminado', 'el juguetito de Hobbs', 'mariposón' y otros términos más que Sam sabía que eran despectivos, así como otros tantos que no entendía lo que eran, tales como 'twink'... Realmente quería saber que era un twink, para poder darle una buena patada al tío de Laura con conocimiento de causa, y no le importaba que el sujeto hubiese servido en el ejército. Algunos no merecían el ser soldados.

Pero lo peor eran las miradas de pena que, una y otra vez, había recibido después de un tiempo de comenzar a nombrar a Deckard, sobre todo de las madres de sus amigas y de una que otra profesora.

¡¿Qué demonios querían decir esas miradas?!

Se lo comentó a tía Emere al mismo tiempo que ésta había aceptado llevarla y regresarla del cumpleaños y la vio alzar la ceja que denotaba problemas. Tía Emere se había indignado cuando le contó sobre las miradas y las palabras de Rafe, el tío de Laura. Casi había echado fuego por la boca cuando le pintó el escenario completo, incluyendo lo dicho por Deckard, y finalmente tras una larga charla le había ayudado a urdir el plan que estaba llevando a cabo no solo para que todos conocieran a Deckard de una vez (gran parte de sus compañeros, varios de los padres y otros familiares de dichos compañeros, e incluso un par de profesores) sino que además venía a ser el paso número uno de un plan mucho más grande (gracias tías Eme y Hattie).

Y luego... luego podría poner en marcha el paso 2. Pero antes, iba a completar la etapa 1.

Volvió a mirar la pantalla de su móvil. Seguro que en cualquier momento Deckard se hacía presente.

Y es que aunque tía Emere la llevo a la reunión y se quedó un rato, pronto se retiró dejándola al cuidado de los padres de Linda, antes de guiñarle un ojo a Sam e irse, alegando que le había salido algo de último minuto.

Papá estaba en uno de sus trabajos, pero Deckard estaba en la cuidad. Sam sabía que tía Emere le había escrito un mensaje anunciándole que le había surguido algo (sin especificar qué) y que no iba a poder llegar temprano a recogerla. Un contra mensaje de Deckard anunciando que la recogería él, le dijo a ambas que la treta había funcionado.

¡Ya no podía esperar!

La mamá de Linda la observó mirar una tercera vez la pantalla del móvil y se acercó a ella despacio.

- ¿Sucede algo cariño?- preguntó la señora con una sonrisa- ¿Estás cansada ya? ¿Quieres que te llevemos a casa de tu tía?

Y allí estaba ¡El momento justo para hacer su anuncio!

Sam esbozó una sonrisa kilométrica y negó con vehemencia.

- No gracias, no voy a ir a casa de mi tía. Y no necesitan llevarme. Deckard está viniendo para recogerme.

Fue como si una burbuja temporal hubiese envuelto a los presentes, por lo menos a los que habían escuchado lo dicho por la niña.

La señora miró a Sam estupefacta y parpadeó varias veces antes de volver a esbozar una sonrisa alto tambaleante.

- ¡Oh! No lo sabía. Pero está bien entonces... supongo.

Sam asintió.

- Tal vez... ¿Deckard quiera quedarse un momento?- tanteó la mujer.

Sam frunció el entrecejo de manera pensativa, y luego negó.

- No creo. Tenemos aún mucho que hacer. La próxima semana es el cumpleaños de papá y estamos armando el menú ¡Deckard y yo hicimos una lista de todos los nuevos favoritos de papá desde su último cumpleaños! Deckard dice que va a hacerlos todos como el año pasado, pero que para eso necesita organizarse bien para que no sea ni demasiado ni muy poco. Aunque dudo que papá piense que sea demasiado de nada, a él le gusta todo lo que Deckard prepara y siempre repite. Y si sobra algo lo guardamos para calentarlo después. Y además van a estar tía Emere, tío Fred, mis primos y tía Hattie.

- Oh, vaya...- replicó la madre de Linda sin saber que más agregar.

Sobre todo porque aunque nadie hubiese conocido al famoso Deckard (aún), todos habían probado alguna vez algo hecho por el hombre, pues Luke y Sam se presentaban con pasteles y galletas, fuentes de lasagna, guisos y platillos exóticos a reuniones, eventos escolares y hasta celebraciones tras las victorias de los 'Dragones Rojos', el equipo de fútbol donde estaban varias de las compañeras de clases de Sam.

Y más de uno estaba convencido que el misterioso muchacho había llegado al corazón del padre de la niña vía su estómago.

Entonces Laura, la mejor amiga de Sam, preguntó entusiasmada.

- ¿En serio viene Deckard?

A lo que Sam asintió con igual entusiasmo.

- ¿Crees que pueda hacerme el peinado?

Y por 'el peinado', la pequeña se refería a una trenza en forma de S que Deckard le hizo a Sam un día. A la niña le había encantado, y Laura aseguraba que era como el peinado de una princesa, y luego había comentado lo mucho que le gustaría lucir una trenza así.

El asunto era que, al igual que Sam, Laura tampoco tenía mamá. Eran solo ella y su papá que era policía, así como el hermano menor del papá de Laura, osea el tío Rafe, el cual no le agradaba mucho a Sam. En especial por los apelativos con los que, como ya se dijo, había llamado a Deckard con anterioridad.

Pero el tío de Laura era lo de menos en aquel momento, lo importante era asegurarle a Laura que Deckard la peinaría.

- ¡Claro que si!- aseguró Sam, contenta de que su amiga hubiese entendido que ella no tenía ningún problema en compartir a su Deckard con ella.

Y es que antes de Deckard, ellas dos se habían sentido sumamente conectadas debido a lo parecido de sus situaciones, pero al llegar el inglés a la vida de Sam, Laura se había alejado un poco, sintiéndose sola de pronto al saber a Sam junto a alguien que cocinase, hiciese repostería con ella y la ayudase con su ropa, tarea y preparaciones para el colegio, entre otras cosas. Y los comentarios de su tío no habían ayudado para nada.

Y Sam, feliz como estaba al darse cuenta de que Deckard no solo quería a su papá, sino también a ella; había tardado en notar el alejamiento de su amiga. Pero una vez que lo notó, no tardó en hablar con Laura y asegurarle que ellas dos seguían siendo un frente unido. Nada más que además de sus papás y sus tíos, ahora también tenían a Deckard, y que a ella no le molestaba compartirlo. O no le molestaría, una vez que Laura lo conociese.

¡Y ese día había llegado!

- ¿Qué necesito?- preguntó Laura con emoción.

- ¡Peine, cepillo, ganchitos y ligas!- respondió Sam de la misma manera.

Sin dudarlo, la niña fue hasta donde su papá para pedir lo requerido, y es que como padre soltero de una pequeña, el hombre debía de saber que no dejar de llevar consigo.

Sam por su parte siguió sonriendo, hasta que el mencionado tío Rafe se introdujo solo en una conversación con la pequeña Hobbs, mientras al mismo tiempo escribía algo en su móvil.

- ¿Así que el sugar baby de tu papá por fin se muestra? Ya era hora- señaló el hombre con una sonrisa que molestó a Sam, quien frunció el entrecejo.

- ¡Rafe!- amonestó el papá de Laura a su hermano, a lo que el aludido solo se encogió de hombros.

- ¿Qué? ¿No es así como les llaman cuando los novios son mucho menores y viven a costa de un pobre hombre trabajador?

Sam ladeó la cabeza confundida. Era cierto que Deckard era menor que papá, por un año y medio más o menos. El papá de Linda era como 6 años mayor que la mamá de su amiga y nunca escuchó que alguien la llamara su 'Sugar baby'. Y lo pensaba decir a ver si así el tío Rafe cerraba el pico.

- Papá no es tan mayor.- defendió la niña cruzándose de brazos- Un año y medio no es tanto tiempo. Hay muchos papás y mamás mucho mayores que sus esposos aquí y no escucho que nadie les diga sugar baby.

Un montón de orejas curiosas se pararon, los adultos asistentes miraron a Sam con interés y más de uno con el rostro sonrojado ante lo dicho por la niña... ¡Ah! La sinceridad de los niños.

Pero lo importante de lo dicho era ¿Sólo un año y medio? No era lo que se habían imaginado, no con Luke llamando al tal Deckard 'Princesa' y 'Dulzura' por teléfono, o ganando discusiones por el mismo medio con frases como 'Soy mayor y por lo tanto se más que tú'.

- ¡Oh, vaya!- la mamá de Linda, al igual que muchos otros de los presentes, miró a Sam con curiosidad.

Sam torció la boca en un adorable puchero.

- ¿Qué?- preguntó comenzando a fastidiarse.

- Bueno, es que en realidad tu papá lleva ¿2 años con Deckard? Y aunque tú y él lo han mencionado muchas veces, me doy cuenta que no sabemos mucho sobre él. Solo que es ¿Inglés? Correcto.

Sam asintió.

La señora suspiró.

- ¿Y es solo un año y medio menor que tu papá? Entonces... supongo que tiene un trabajo estable ¿Cierto, nena? No es que quiera saberlo todo, es solo que no se casi nada, y no es lo que me imaginé.

Sam asintió de nuevo ante aquello. ¡Claro que Deckard tenía un trabajo! Trabajaba con su papá después de todo, pero eso no lo podía decir.

Pero casi 10 meses atrás, Deckard y tía Ramsey habían puesto un negocio de sistemas de seguridad informática para empresas, solo porque Deckard estaba algo aburrido, y también porque necesitaba algo 'legal' para seguir quedándose tanto tiempo en suelo estadounidense. Sin embargo, sorprendentemente, el negocio estaba teniendo mucho éxito en el mercado, incluso si habían comenzado solo dando servicio a negocios pequeños.

Pero claro, eran Ramsey y Deckard, dos excelentes hackers ¿Quiénes podían ser mejores entonces para conocer los puntos débiles de los sistemas convencionales usados por empresarios? A los 5 meses tenían más clientes de los que podían atender; y tras 10 meses no solo habían contratado personal extra, sino que hasta se estaban comenzando a expandir fuera de los Estados Unidos (los beneficios de la globalización digital).

Y eso, claro que lo podía decir.

- Hace sistemas de seguridad digital para empresas junto con una tía.

Varias cejas se alzaron.

El tío de Laura resopló.

- ¿Qué? ¿La princesita de tu papá no vive de hacer pasteles y cuidarte la casa?

El sujeto realmente estaba molestando a Sam.

- Deckard vive en su propio apartamento y no necesita hacer pasteles para vivir. Los hace porque a papá y a mí nos gustan mucho y nos hace felices. Y solo mi papá lo puede llamar princesa.- casi rugió la niña de manera protectora para con lo que era solo derecho de su padre.

El hombre gruñó y Sam lo miró desafiante.

- Así que tu viejo le compró un apartamento ¿Eh? Debe tener algo interesante después de todo, a pesar de ver otro viejo.

Sam gruñó.

- Deckard se lo compró él solo. No necesita que ni papá ni nadie le pague nada.- respondió la niña con altanería y los ojos entrecerrados, y luego añadió- Y no es viejo ¡Ni mi papá tampoco!

- ¡Rafe! ¡Ya basta!- advirtió el papá de Laura una vez más, aunque su tono de voz ya rayaba en una amenaza.

Claro que, cualquier otra cosa que fuese a decirse, se cortó de golpe cuando un precioso McLaren color Strom Grey se aparcó en uno de los estacionamientos del parque, justo frente a donde estaba llevándose a cabo la parrillada. Y al abrirse la puerta del conductor, salió de allí un hombre vestido con un traje sport elegante color azul naval, de pantalón y chaqueta, así como una camisa blanca con el botón superior desabotonado.

A Sam se le iluminó el rostro.

- ¡Deckard!- llamó emocionada, olvidándose del resto de gente a su alrededor, por lo que no notó las quijadas que casi llegaban al suelo.

Y más de una (y también alguno) de los adultos pensaban ¡Es un maldito bombón!

*.*.*.*.*

Deckard suspiró profundo antes de siquiera dar un primer paso en dirección a la multitud.

De acuerdo, si... estaba algo nervioso ¿Pero alguien podría culparlo realmente? Lidiar con terroristas, narcotraficantes o agencias gubernamentales, sea para negociar o para traerlas abajo era algo a lo que estaba acostumbrado y que no significaba nada más allá de un negocio o una misión.

¿Pero lidiar con los padres de los compañeros de Sam? La opinión de esas personas sobre él podía ejercer una gran influencia sobre su relación tanto con el padre como con la hija. O por lo menos así lo sentía él, y eso lo aterrorizaba.

Pero ya estaba allí, y Deckard Shaw no huía ante nada ni nadie, así que se acomodó y alisó arrugas inexistentes en su saco y enfiló hacia donde lo esperaba la pequeña dueña de su corazón.

Entonces escuchó un comentario sarcástico de un sujeto detrás de Sam.

- No tenía tampoco que venir vestido como para una pasarela.

Y vio a la niña fruncir el entrecejo antes de contestar.

- ¡Deckard siempre viste así! Se llama tener clase.- lo cual era la contestación usual de Deckard para Luke cuando al grandote se le daba por tratar de picarlo en son de juego con todo desde su ropa hasta su ritual de tomar el té de la tarde.

¡Y diablos! De pronto se sentía no solo un poco más seguro, sino también absolutamente orgulloso de su pequeña muñeca.

Llegó hasta donde estaba el resto y fue recibido por una entusiasmada Samantha Hobbs, quien de pronto se aferró a su cintura en un abrazo.

- ¡Llegaste!

- Por supuesto ¿No habrás pensado que iba a llegar tarde, verdad?

Sam le sonrió y pronto tomó su mano y jaló de él.

- ¡Ven! Te quiero presentar a todos.

Y Deckard se dejó llevar.

Y Sam le presentó a Linda, la dueña del cumpleaños, y a sus padres; así como a su mejor amiga Laura, la cual se había quedado mirándolo con el rostro adorablemente arrebolado mientras que Sam le hacía saber que la pequeña quería una trenza en S de ser posible por favor (lo cual explicaba el peine, la brocha para cabello, las ligas y pequeños ganchos en las manos de la niña). Por supuesto Deckard accedió sin pensarlo un segundo, incluso si el aparente tío de la niña, el pobre idiota del comentario anterior, había hecho una mueca de disgusto ante su disponibilidad para trenzar cabello. Y luego de eso vinieron Tiffany, Jenny y Adam, Oscar, Michelle y Candance, Dora y Jannette, Steve y Danny, así como los padres y madres, hermanos y hermanas, tías y tíos, abuelos y abuelas e incluso algunos primos lejanos y vecinos de los presentes, así como un par de profesores que inexplicablemente para Deckard, parecían ansiosos por conocerlo.

¿Pero que les había estado diciendo Sam sobre él?

Exageraciones sin duda, porque todos parecían absolutamente encantados de tenerlo allí.

Eso no tenía ningún sentido, pensó Deckard mientras se presentaba como Deckard Shaw (lo cual al parecer nadie sabía, pues para todos era tan solo 'Deckard', lo cual se le hizo increíblemente extraño) y no, no es necesario lo de señor Shaw, con Deckard es suficiente.

Y siguió sintiéndose perdido ante tantos rostros afables sin segundas intenciones.

Pero aun así puso una sonrisa en su rostro y asintió una y otra vez mientras se presentaba, y sí... se alegraba de que los pasteles de chocolate en la venta de pasteles hayan tenido tan buena acogida; y sí, definitivamente estaba orgulloso de lo bien que le había ido a Sam con su proyecto de ciencias y lo bien que le iba con sus clases en general, y no... no le molestaba en absoluto darle una mano con sus deberes de vez en cuando, pero por supuesto que él no le hacia las tareas a la niña, ella se las hacia sola.

Y sí, por supuesto, no tenía ningún problema en hornear algunas galletas para el próximo partido de los 'Dragones Rojos', el solo hecho de salir a la cancha era motivo suficiente para recibir un pequeño incentivo.

Y siguió sonriendo y saludando sin entender por qué todos le sonreían también y de manera cada vez más amplia.

Se excusó alegando que tenía una trenza que hacer lo antes posible, puesto que tenía que llevar a Sam a casa; y se sintió extremadamente nervioso ante el intenso escrutinio al que fue sometido mientras cumplía con lo dicho.

- ¡Cielo santo, Deckard! Estoy comenzando a dudar de que sea verdad que tiene una empresa de seguridad de sistemas tal y como nos contó Sammy ¿Seguro que no es un estilista profesional? Porque sin duda tiene el toque y si no lo es, se está perdiendo un buen ingreso de dinero- expresó casi en éxtasis la abuela de ¿Candance? ¿O era Jenny? Tendría que estudiar bien los rostros una vez que saliese de aquél lugar. Sammy tenía varios álbumes de fotos digitales después de todo.

¿Y Sam había hablado de su negocio con Ramsey?

- Me temo que solo soy peinador por las mañanas, y solo con Sam. Nada más allá, milady.- respondió el inglés un poco cohibido.

- Es una lástima, porque hubiese reservado un turno a primera hora el día de mañana.

- ¡Mamá!- escuchó Deckard a uno de los padres gimotear, y no pudo evitar una sonrisa.

- ¿Qué? Estoy vieja, no muerta.

- Tal vez podamos quedar en algo.- no resistió el ex-mercenario responder a aquello, para deleite de la anciana.

Y bueno, le recordaba un poco a su madre, no había podido evitarlo.

Y pronto se despidió de todos, no sin antes ser abordado una vez más por la madre de Linda, quien era la presidenta del grupo de padres de la promoción de Sam, y que de alguna manera lo comprometió con otras 2 bandejas de 'esa deliciosa lasagna de 3 quesos que Sam llevó al compartir de la escuela a inicios de año', así como varios pasteles para la próxima venta.

Estaba bien, Deckard disfrutaba el cocinar después de todo.

Así que tras un último adiós y un abrazo extra por parte de una pequeña Laura que estaba encantada con su peinado nuevo y su 'nuevo tío Deckard', tomó las cosas se Sam y se dirigieron hacia donde estaba parqueado el coche.

Por supuesto fue ese el momento elegido por 3 sujetos enormes y de aspecto dudoso que les salieron al paso.

Un conjunto de gemidos y jadeos llenos de angustia se pudieron escuchar desde donde estaba llevándose a cabo la fiesta.

No le costó mucho evaluar los pros y contras de un enfrentamiento, no con Sam y sus compañeros, y un puñado de indefensos civiles detrás suyo.

- Bonito auto, amigo.- dijo con bravuconería el que parecía ser el líder, y Deckard frunció el entrecejo- ¿Me lo prestas para dar un paseo?

Había algo extraño en esos 3... No solo era el tamaño de los sujetos, sino la forma en la que se movían. Estaban forzando el ser casuales, pero... pero... ¡Ah! Demasiado rectos, demasiado controlados. Era como ver a Luke tratando de comportarse como Toretto. Sin importar cuanto lo intentase, podía verse a kilómetros la formación y disciplina militar de Luke con solo verlo andar.

Militares entonces... Pero bueno, eso cambiaba las cosas.

Le pasó a Sam sus cosas y la hizo volver con el grupo de gente, aunque la niña al final solo retrocedió unos cuantos pasos, quedándose lo más cerca a Deckard que se podía.

Digna hija de su padre.

- Agradezco el halago, compañero; pero la respuesta es no. No dejo mis cosas en manos de idiotas, así que si fueses tan amable de quitar tus zarpas de mi coche y retirarte, te lo agradecería de verdad.- respondió con altivez mientras se cruzaba de brazos.

Y es que si aquello hubiese sido un atraco, tal vez Deckard se hubiese dejado sacar algo, incluso el coche. Tenía un buen seguro después de todo, y un aún mejor sistema de rastreo.

Pero aquello no era un atraco, era un despliegue de poder; y Deckard Shaw no se doblegaba ante nadie.

El líder entornó los ojos y susurró de manera amenazante.

- ¿Tienes idea de a quién te diriges, inglesito?

Y el viejo Deckard resurgió en ese parque urbano, mientras el hombre se descruzaba de brazos y se adelantaba hasta estar cara a cara con el sujeto, el cual en definitiva no se esperaba eso.

- ¡Oh! Créeme compañero, sé exactamente lo que tengo en frente ¿Ejército? ¿Marina? ¿Fuerza aérea? Da igual, son solo tres. Para poder conmigo, hace falta un ejército y ustedes no califican como tal.

Y tras decir aquello, todo fue tan rápido que al final ninguno de los presentes estaba muy seguro de lo que vio.

Un momento antes Deckard Shaw estaba nariz con nariz con el delincuente que le había salido al paso, al siguiente le había asestado un rodillazo que le había quitado el aliento, antes de aplicarle una llave con lo que le quitó el aire y lo dejó inconsciente.

Luego, de un solo movimiento de piernas había tirado al suelo en una suerte de patada voladora a los otros dos y luego con un par de golpes asestados a las tráqueas los había noqueado, y luego... luego le sacó los polos o camisas, buscando algo. Y aparentemente lo encontró ni 30 segundos después.

Y es que en serio ¿Manga larga en pleno mes de mayo en Los Ángeles? ¿Qué no podían ser más obvios? Deckard era un caso aparte porque bueno, él estaba acostumbrado a mangas largas y trajes incluso en los climas más cálidos (sino el ocultar armas y cuchillos hubiese sido un infierno), pero los nativos de ese país estaban por todos lados con polos y camisas de manga corta o manga cero en las calles.

Con un gruñido, cargó al líder sobre el hombro y al pasar junto a Sam se dio la vuelta, sacó la llave remota del coche y con ésta sacó el seguro y le indicó a Sam que se subiese, y luego siguió su camino hasta llegar al estupefacto grupo, donde dejó caer a su carga cual saco de papas, solo para levantar el brazo del caído y preguntar con un tono de voz aburrido.

- ¿Alguno conoce el pelotón al que pertenece este tatuaje?

- ¡Raphael!- vio al padre de la amiguita de Sam mirar incrédulo al sujeto que tan mala vibra le había causado desde que llegó.

Dejó caer el brazo del sujeto y se acercó al tal Raphael, dejando ver por un minuto el depredador que en realidad era.

- Mira, compañero; lo mejor es que seamos claros aquí y ahora. No quiero problemas, pero si me buscas me vas a encontrar, así que sería bueno que no intentes algo como esto de nuevo, porque esta vez me contuve. Por mucho ¿Está claro?

Y para su satisfacción, el tal Raphael asintió con actitud derrotada.

- Bien, en ese caso me retiro. No se preocupen, Sam llevará todo lo prometido a las respectivas actividades.- dijo con un leve aire de derrota mientras daba media vuelta, solo para ser detenido por una pequeña mano en su brazo.

Era Laura.

- Pero vas a venir también al próximo partido ¿Cierto, tío Deckard?

- ¡Por supuesto que va a venir!- aseguró la madre de Linda- ¡Y a la venta de pasteles también! Todos quieren conocer al pastelero que nos tiene encantados. ¿O cambió de opinión de pronto?

Deckard parpadeó confundido.

- ¿Están seguros?

Esta vez fue la abuela de Jenny (era la de Jenny) quien tomó la palabra.

- ¿Importarnos? Ay, querido. Una de las ventajas de tener a Luke alrededor es lo seguros que nos sentimos todos. Contigo ahora, estaremos el doble de seguros.

Un montón de afirmaciones ante lo dicho se dejaron escuchar.

Deckard parpadeó incrédulo, pero accedió una vez más a asistir a todos los eventos a los que se había comprometido previamente, y posiblemente a un par más.

Y al subir al coche miró a una Sam que le devolvió la mirada llena de sonrisas, y no pudo evitar sonreír también.

No estaba seguro de como pero había sido aceptado en ese, hasta el momento para él, desconocido mundo suburbano al que pertenecía la familia Hobbs. Y el asunto era, que hasta ese preciso instante, no tenía ni idea de cuánto había necesitado aquella aceptación.

- Entonces, muñeca ¿Ideas para el pastel de cumpleaños de tu papá?

- ¡Un montón!- respondió Sam con entusiasmo.

Y mientras Deckard arrancaba el coche, Sam se anotaba un gran punto a su favor.

Etapa 1 de su plan: completa. Y vamos por la segunda parte.

Aunque antes, Sam tenía una pequeña duda que resolver y estaba segura de que mejor le preguntaba a Deckard que preguntarle a su papá.

- Deckard.- lo llamó la niña mientras estaban atorados en el tráfico, y por lo tanto tenían el coche parado.

- Dime, cielo.

- Hace un tiempo escuché una palabra nueva, pero no sé qué significa ¿Qué es twink?

El rostro de Deckard se tiñó automáticamente de rojo y de susto, mientras volteaba a ver a Sam con tal impacto que hasta al parecer olvidó el tráfico y todo alrededor, porque la luz había cambiado a verde y ni caso le hacía a los claxon de los coches de atrás.

Sam suspiró.

Tal vez si les preguntaba a las tías Eme y Hatts, obtendría una respuesta.

Fin del primer capítulo

Notas de la autora:

¡Oh! Esta vez he partido el capítulo en dos partes, porque sino no hubiese podido subir este fic celebratorio a tiempo... aunque igual ya tengo el fic completo en borrador de papel escrito a lápiz (como es usual en mi).

Hola a todos!

Espero que este fic celebratorio les haya gustado, o por lo menos la primera parte. En estos días subo la segunda, y con eso una parte más de esta serie estaría arriba (faltan 5 más). Como siempre, lo he hecho por cariño a este par de babosos cabeza dura que pueden llegar a ser un terror para sus oponente, enemigos y hasta aliados; pero que en el fondo son un par de papás corazón de pollo que harían todo por los suyos (en especial por Sam y por el otro).

Nos estamos leyendo pronto en el desenlace, donde se viene algo de otros miembros de la familia que han sido, creo yo, un poco olvidados por el fandom.

Un beso felino para todos.

chibineko chan

(Miembro de la Orden Sirusiana)

(Alumna de la casa de Hufflepuff en Media Noche en la Torre de Astronomía)

(Miembro de la Mazmorra del Snarry)

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