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Kiss me more

Pairing: Florence Pugh x Fem!Reader

Summary: This is the first time your friends are meeting your girlfriend and you're excited about it.

Disclaimer: I've been gone for a while because a few things are going on in my life right now. This is pure fluff, by the way, and inspired by Florence being in my country a few days ago. That said, English is not my first language, so be kind.

MASTERLIST

You were putting the chopped onion in a bowl when you heard a quick honk coming from outside. You knew, without having to look through the window in your kitchen, that your friends were there, and it immediately brought a smile to your face. It has been a long time since you managed to reunite your best friends all at once for a nice dinner to chat and laugh together, after all.

You dried your hand with a dishcloth that you usually draped over your shoulder when you were in the kitchen and, before you could go to the front door, you heard the knock announcing that you had been right on your assumption before. While you walked there to open the front door, you gave a quick glance around the living room to make sure everything was still in place after your almost manic cleaning during the afternoon. Your eyes ended on the dog walking lazily from his laying spot to sit by the door trying to act like a guard dog when he was yawning every few seconds. It made you smile as you leaned down a bit to pat his big head, making his tail wiggle happily.

“That's okay, Billie,” you said. “Stay, okay?”

Billie wasn’t exactly trained but the large dog knew when he was being dismissed and he started to make his way back to his bed in the corner just as slowly as he had come out before. You shook your head in amusement before finally reaching out to open the door. As soon as you did, you saw five people standing at the other side, all smiling and waiting for you, and you found yourself letting out a happy squeak.

“Hey, guys!” You greeted as you pulled the closest person to you for a hug. That turned out to be your best friend since school days, Anne, who gladly hugged you back while her husband, a nice guy you've met since they first started dating seven years ago, raised his hand to show the bag they had brought. You laughed when you saw the Monopoly board sticking out of the bag and, quickly, you all shared hugs. Your other best friend, Jack, had also brought his boyfriend with him, Danny, and the last person in your little friendship group, Hannah, was the first one to teasingly complain about them still standing outside.

You laughed as you took a step to the side, waving a hand to call them in. “Come on in!”

Your friends all came inside while removing their coats to hang behind the door and Jack shut the door behind all of them while talking about the upcoming rain. They all knew your small house, had been there numerous times before, so they were all pretty comfortable scattering around. It felt like decades since you all managed to be together and it brought a warm feeling inside your chest to see all of them there again.

“How have you been?” Anne asked as she put the Monopoly down for you guys to play later on in the night. That was something the four of you have been doing since college when you all came together, even if it always ended up with Jack and Hannah threatening to throw the board across the room. From all across the room, Billie didn’t seem interested at all in the people he was seeing for the first time as he easily slipped to take another nap.

“I'm great,” you replied. “I'm so glad you could all make it!”

“We wouldn’t miss it,” Hannah declared with a shrug, hands inside her pockets. “It's been months since we last got everyone together.”

“Months?” Jack scoffed as he placed a hand dramatically on his chest. “More like years.”

Hannah rolled her eyes and, playfully, shoved his shoulder. “You were all too busy getting married and shit.”

As they all shared a laugh, Jack threw his arms around her to put her in for a side hug that Hannah tried to escape in vain. “Don't be jealous. You will find someone to marry you,” he joked before making kissing noises close to her face just to see her squirm.

It worked like a charm and you shook your head when Hannah finally managed to push him away while huffing. “I missed you guys,” you commented when you saw Hannah flipping him the bird.

Anne, who had moved to hug her husband, Ben, turned her attention back to you. “Where is your girl?”

You felt your cheeks growing hot even though you knew it was ridiculous to feel prude suddenly. It's not like they didn’t know you had been dating for the past seven months - it had been a big occurrence in your group chat when you told them, after all - but they had yet to know your girlfriend. You hadn’t been dating just anyone. You were dating one of the new Hollywood darlings, which made it a bit hard to arrange a meeting between her and your friends.

Florence had only shown excitement, though, and you knew she had been trying to clean her schedule for months now to make that happen. Between shooting her new movie and living her life between different cities in the USA for work and her hometown near London to see her family and friends, it took some time but you finally set up a date and that’s how that dinner came to life. And then you had to find a day that your friends could make because they all had their own lives going on between work and their personal lives, but you eventually found a date that worked for everyone. That was the first time your friends would meet Florence and you had been barely containing your excitement all week. Now, however, your friends were there and your girlfriend wasn’t.

“Oh, she asked me to voice her apologies,” you ended up saying with a small grimace.

“How british of her,” Jack teased you lightly and earned another eye-roll in his direction.

“She's going to be late,” you explained, remembering the text you had received from your girlfriend about an hour ago. Florence seemed very sorry in her text and she added several apologies that you quickly brushed aside. You knew she didn’t mean to be late. “She got stuck at the studio.” That was something that had happened before, so it wasn’t exactly news. Usually, Florence was able to be in and out of shooting at the same time every day, but there were times when things got delayed and she had to stick around. That was her job, something she had been dedicating all her life to succeed at.

“Liar,” Hannah retorted with a glint in her eyes. “I bet you told her about us and scared her away.”

You tilted your head to the side and pretended to think about it for a moment. “I did tell her to book a ticket and get as far away from the city as she could so she wouldn’t have to see your ugly face.”

Anne complained with a fake groan of annoyance, looking at Ben and Danny. “It’s like watching kids, I swear.”

“Come on, you can all come with me to the kitchen,” you said after you all chuckled at her, ready to turn on your heels to go back to the kitchen. “We can talk while I cook.”

“You're going to cook?” Hannah asked in disbelief as they all followed you back.

In the kitchen, you put yourself behind the counter again to keep cutting the ingredients while your friends find places to sit or stand around you. It felt like old times and it made you smile to yourself.

“Yes,” you replied after picking up a carrot and doing some silly movement of throwing and grabbing it to show off. “Florence was going to, another reason why she apologized for not making it on time.” Your girlfriend had offered to cook something for you and your friends when you first said they all agreed to meet up at your place, and you immediately agreed but now you had taken over the kitchen. You were glad to have, at least, learned some stuff with Florence over the months.

“I thought you would have people cooking for you now that you’re dating a movie star,” Jack teased you happily as he moved around you to try to find a corkscrew to open the wine he had brought with him. You knew he hadn’t said that to be mean or anything, but you couldn’t deny that the fact that you were dating someone as famous as Florence Pugh had been a big deal among your friends. They teased you about it non-stop ever since you told them, but they did it out of love.

“Jack, I still live in my old apartment,” you declared with a glance at him, smirking lightly when the rest of your friends laughed.

“Fair,” he replied as he pointed the corkscrew at you before handing it over so his boyfriend could do the work.

“Besides, Florence likes to cook and she's great at it too. Her father owns a restaurant and all,” you told them, even though you were sure that conversation had come up at some point. It felt like you hadn’t been able to shut up about your girlfriend ever since you met her. “She likes doing most things around the house, actually, which works fine with me because I hate doing the laundry.” Jack nodded along with that, pointing at himself as if to say he also hated that chore.

Ben decided to jump in to offer you some help while Danny poured everyone a glass of wine. “What can we do to help?”

“Just sit there,” you told him with a smile. “I got this. I was going to say I can open some wine if you guys want to start drinking, but Jack beat me to it.”

Jack quickly lowered his wine glass to say: “Honey, I always want to start drinking.”

After that, the six of you fell into easy conversation trying to catch up on all the things going on in your lives. Anne and Ben talked about plans for the holidays, Hannah was excited about her new job, Jack and Danny were trying to find a new place to live, and you jumped in to talk about your life too. It felt like old times when you would all have dinner during college, before Ben and Danny became part of the group as well, and you honestly wished more than anything that Florence fell into your group as easily as they had done before her.

Just as you thought about her - again, because that was just something that you seemed to do all the time - you heard your phone ringing from where it was placed on top of the counter. Anne helpfully turned your phone so you could see who it was and, as soon as you read Florence’s name on the screen, you moved on to wash your hands to pick it up.

“Oh, damn, guys. I need to answer this. Sorry,” you told them, knowing that your girlfriend wouldn’t have called if she didn’t actually need to talk with you. You pressed your phone on your ear and, upon hearing Jack catcalling just to mess up with you, you moved to stand beside the fridge to pretend to have some privacy for the conversation. “Hey, Flo.”

“How late am I?” You heard Florence’s voice coming out a bit out of breath, but her accent rolling up the words made your heart swell inside your chest and a smile soon blossomed on your face.

“Just a bit,” you replied and waved a hand to shush Jack and Hannah when they started to make a chorus of ‘aww’ loud enough to be heard. “Are you done filming?”

“Yes. I'm leaving the studio right now and I’m going to make a quick stop before heading to your place.” As she said that, you heard an alarm going off and a car’s door opening, so you guessed she was already at the parking lot when she called you. “Getting some wine to make up for my error.”

“You don't have to do that…” you started but then your eyes landed on your friends pouring more wine in their glasses and you rolled your eyes before adding: “but Jack is going to be the happiest man on Earth if you do.”

Florence’s husky laugh met your ears and, like a charm, your lips curled up. That was the sound you loved the most in the world. “Don't worry, I’m getting something good.”

“Great. Remember to use your key,” you told her. “I'll be waiting.”

“See you, darling.”

You ended the call right after that, put your phone away and went back to cooking. You had just started to throw things inside the pan when Hannah wiggled her eyebrows at you. “She has a key, huh?”

You blushed because that had been a new development in your relationship with Florence, something you hadn’t shared with your friends yet mostly because you were too busy and ended up forgetting about it. “Yeah.”

“So this is pretty serious,” Anne commented and, suddenly, every eye landed on you.

“It is, yes.”

“How serious?” Jack insisted with a smile.

“Enough for her to have a key to my apartment. Enough for me to have a key to her place even though I’m never going to fly to London without her,” you told them, adding a shrug in the end to play it off as nothing even though you all knew it was a big thing.

“Do I hear wedding bells?” Danny was the one to speak next and you half wanted to tell him he was spending too much time with Jack already.

“Shut up,” you groaned, turning your back at them to hide your blush. “Flo always says she’s too young to get married and that she’s not doing that before she’s thirty.”

Jack laughed the loudest of all of them as he moved to fill your cup again. “Oh, you can't wait, can you?”

Now smiling, you tilted your head to look at him and said: “I take the fifth.”

For the next few minutes, the conversation returned about everything while you cooked and you all drank wine. It didn’t take that long for you to hear another car pulling up and, a couple of minutes later, the door opening again. You glanced over your shoulder to see that Florence had just walked in while carrying what looked like a wine box that you just knew was more expensive than half of the things you owned. Your friends gracefully pretended not to notice that she was there until walked to the kitchen with a polite grin.

“Hello,” she greeted everyone while putting the wine on top of the counter to give everyone a big wave. Billie, who had been asleep ever since they got there, got up to greet his owner, wiggling his tail and bumping his head against her leg. Florence made sure to give him some pets and a quick kiss to his snout.

“Hey!” You heard all of your friends say back as your girlfriend approached you.

You took a step away from the stove and placed a hand on her cheek, smiling when you felt her arm curling around your waist before you leaned in to give her a quick peck. “Hi, babe. I'm glad you could make it.”

Florence was smiling when you put some distance between your faces, although your bodies were still touching. “And I brought the wine.” She pointed over her shoulder and then took a step to the side to face everyone else more easily.

“That is a damn good wine,” Jake whistled, clearly impressed, and earned himself a slap on his shoulder from Hannah, who also tried to quietly communicate with him to tone down his jokes for now.

Florence, who has heard all types of stories about your friends already, only smiled. She got closer to shake Ben’s hand first, over the counter since she had moved to stand beside you, before moving on to do it with everybody. “Hello, guys. I'm terribly sorry I’m late. I got stuck at work,” she told them, shaking Danny’s hand last. “I’m really sorry.”

“No worries,” Anne quickly appeased her worries with a wave of her hand. “We've all been there before. I’m Anne, by the way.”

She started a round of quick introductions that ended with Florence, in that cute way she usually did, saying: “Nice to meet you all, I’m Florence.” which, of course, made you grab her hand to put her close enough to press a kiss on her cheek. That was enough to get a small conversation going on between your friends while Florence returned to the stove with you. “Looks like you have everything under control. This looks great,” she said while looking inside the pan.

“I learned with the best,” you smiled and turned your head to look at her to see her smile but you ended up hearing her chuckle and receiving a kiss on your temple instead, which was totally fine to you.

“Sorry I wasn't here to help you before,” Florence whispered quietly.

“Stop beating yourself for that.”

She squeezed your waist where her hand was resting against you and kissed your head again. “I love you.” And, God, you had no idea if you would ever get used to hearing those words coming from her. “Go talk with your friends, I can take it from here.”

Florence knew how much you had waited for that dinner and how much you missed having all your friends over at the same time, and her offer made you very thankful for having someone as comprehensive as her beside you. Thanking her with a peck, you soon moved on to pour her some of the cheap wine that was left in the second bottle you guys were drinking before pouring the rest of it to yourself. You handed her the glass, heard her small “thank you”, and joined the conversation your friends were having.

They all made a clear effort to include Florence in the talk even if she was busy finishing dinner and, for that, you were also thankful. They were all receiving her with open arms to your group, something you were fairly sure was happening because you had told them all types of histories in the last seven months. You never hid how important she was to you, though you were sure they would’ve easily seen right through you if you had tried to pretend it was nothing.

Since you met Florence, your life has changed for the better. Being her girlfriend was the best thing that happened to you and you didn’t hold back while saying that to your friends. They were just now meeting her, but they all knew how much you loved her. Now, they got to see it in person too.

“When can we open the expensive wine?” You heard Jack asking when you and Anne were setting the table, and you both exchanged a look before rolling your eyes at your friend’s antics.

“Any time you like,” Florence laughed, stirring the food in the pan.

“You do it. I’m afraid I might break the bottle and be depressed for the rest of my life,” Jack replied and their easy conversation made you smile.

“Guess we’re giving you wine for Christmas,” Florence joked but, when you turned around to the kitchen again, she was already opening the wine while Jack waited with his glass already raised.

“Girl, you do that and you will become my favorite person in this group.”

“Traitor,” Hannah shoved him with a firm hand, making all of you laugh again.

“Darling, dinner is ready,” Florence told you once Jack grabbed the wine again.

“You heard the chef, folks,” you clapped your hands once. “To the table!”

While all of your friends found a place to sit - a bit squeezed together so you could all fit around the table - you went to help your girlfriend move the food to the plates so you could serve everyone. You were standing side by side in front of the stove when you moved your hip to bump into hers, biting your bottom lip to hold back your smile when she bumped you back.

“What?” She asked with her throaty chuckle.

“Nothing,” you replied with a shrug. “I’m just happy.”

Florence chuckled again and turned her head to kiss your cheek. “I’m always happy when I’m with you, so I’m not surprised by the confession I’m about to make.”

“What confession?” You played along with her teasing.

“I’m also happy,” she whispered as if telling you the biggest secret ever and you couldn’t help but laugh.

“I love you,” you declared as a matter of fact as you kissed her quickly and moved to take the first two plates to the table.

It was a fact. A clear one, one that left no doubts. You loved Florence Pugh and you had never been happier than how you were feeling at that moment about to have dinner with your girlfriend and your friends.

As you walked over to the table and saw all of your small group smiling knowingly at you, you thought back about what Jack said about marriage before. You knew it was still too soon to think about it, not only in the relationship but also considering that both Florence and you were still pretty young, but you just knew that’s where you two were heading to. Apparently, all of your friends knew it as well.

“Here we go, darling,” Florence said as she walked behind you to hand two more plates.

“Guys, I don’t think I ever told you guys this, but Florence never played Monopoly before,” you found yourself saying suddenly and, just like you expected it to happen, they all jumped in to start voicing their disbelief about that little fact.

While they started making plans to play the game as soon as they were done eating, you returned to the kitchen, leaving Florence behind to deal with it, but not without kissing her again.

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The Distance Between You & I- Harriet x Matt

Words: 2,361

Warnings: Unplanned Pregnancy, Light Angst, Language

 It wasn’t supposed to be like this.

Hannah Harriet Hayes always had a plan, a strict plan, especially when it came to starting a family. She had run through the scenario many times. It was Matt’s, of course; it had always been Matt’s. There was never a scenario where it wasn’t Matt’s, even when the two were broken up yet again, even when she was with another man. It was always Matt’s. The two of them would be perched on the tub, happily married, together, waiting for the second line to appear with bated breath. They would be overjoyed, after all, they always wanted kids. Matt would grin and hug her tightly, swinging her around in that way he always did when he was excited. The cast would be ecstatic and supportive when they broke the news, and Matt would make a sly joke about how there was no way their child was going to grow up to be a “jesus freak”, causing Harriet to smack his arm playfully. The two would bicker back and forth like they always did, the playful banter that had become the hallmark of their relationship, their very own love language. Harriet had a plan, he was supposed to be there, they were supposed to be in love, but people plan and god laughs, and boy, was he laughing now.

It wasn’t like the two hadn’t tried to make it work, they really did. But one bad pull quote from a terrible interview was enough to put them on the rocks, and soon they were shipwrecked. The banter turned to bickering, which turned to some not so subtle jabs, and then an all-out brawl in Matt’s office. Matt was the one who pulled the plug, after they had gone six rounds in the span of three hours. Then, Harriet collected her belongings from his house and the two barely even spoke, dancing around each other in cast meetings and rehearsals. All it took was one date with Luke and a few too many drinks at an after party for the two to end up having drunk, angry sex in the tech room, and then it was like it never even happened. Matt didn’t speak another word about it, the two never talked, he just gave the cold shoulder like he so often did, and the two did the dance that had become all too familiar, tiptoeing around residual feelings and unspoken words.

Harriet had tried to move on, but six weeks later something just wasn’t right. What she thought was the stomach flu turned out to be something else entirely, and there she sat, taking a pregnancy test in Jordan’s bathroom, alone, listening to the executive soothe a crying Rebecca back to sleep. Harriet had always been meticulous about taking her birth control. She didn’t like surprises and she certainly didn’t like being blindsided. Being unwed and knocked up would certainly put a stain on her good Christian reputation. But after the blowout, she really didn’t see the point. It wasn’t like she was having sex, even when she was with Luke the two never really seemed to be together, and truthfully Harriet always had one foot out the door. It just wasn’t right, he wasn’t him, and Harriet would be a fool if she denied the fact that she knew her person would always be Matt. So, when the second line came through clear as day, it had to be Matt’s.

Jordan could barely keep the grin off her face when Harriet broke the news. Rebecca wasn’t even six months old, the two babies would only be about a year apart, a built in best friend. Still, she was there with tissues when Harriet cried, offering reassuring words. No matter what has happened, you two are a team. You’ve always been a team. Her words were true, despite the numerous breakups and fights and religious differences they still remained each other’s biggest supporters. Harriet was still the only person who could draw Matt out of a writing rut, and Matt continued to throw her the ball every chance he could, not only bringing the show’s ratings up to rival SNL but cementing Harriet’s A-list status in Hollywood. The two worked well together, and right then that was the only thing that was keeping Harriet from losing her damn mind.

Still, the two could barely keep a relationship going for longer than six months. They spent more time pining for each other than they did in each other’s arms, and that was enough to make her heave into the bowl once again. What if they weren’t in love? What if they were both just in love with the idea of being in love? It seemed like they were made for each other, that once in a lifetime kind of love that you saw in movies, the kind that was filled with passion and excitement, the kind where your partner made you want to kiss them and rip out your own hair at the roots. That dizzy, intoxicating love. But intoxication was still toxic, no matter how right it felt in the moment, you still had to deal with the hangover, the blaring reminder that it was truly harmful in the long run. Harriet tried, but she never seemed to learn her lesson, and now they had much more to deal with than just a couple of broken hearts.

She went home early that day, feigning some vague illness in order to ward of suspicion. She just needed time to think, to figure things out. Knowing Matt would be there regardless should have been a huge relief, but all it did was turn her stomach into knots. They were always so hot and cold, so off and on. When they were on, it was great, but it seemed like it only took one small thing, one miscommunication and they were at each other’s throats, hurling insults like it was their favorite sport, not caring the damage they did. They were childish and immature, maybe a little overdramatic. Harriet had spent a majority of her childhood trying to diffuse the tension between her own parents, and she would die before she did that to her own child. But did she have a choice?

Why the hell can’t you two get it together?

The issue was, Harriet did believe they could make it work, if only they had the willpower to stop with these stupid games. They were both at fault, both too stubborn to see their own errors. Harriet hated that she still held hope, that she still was lost in that fairytale land of commitment and honesty. A part of her believed that this, this baby, their baby, could be the missing link, the thing that finally forced them to grow the hell up and put away their own selfish need to always be right. But that wasn’t fair to put on a child, none of this was fair to put on a child. A child should have a happy home, with parents who can at least be civil with each other, and Harriet wasn’t even sure they would be able to do that.

It didn’t help that Matt hadn’t stopped texting her from the moment she left. Are you ok? Do you need me to take you to the doctor? Do you need anything? Her brain was telling her to ignore it, that all it was doing was clouding her judgement. She had been swaying back and forth between making it work and cutting the relationship off completely all day, and each concerned text just made her want to leap into his arms and stay there forever. She had to be rational, she had to think this through, because it wasn’t just about her anymore.

She paced back and forth, wringing her hands as she tried to muster up the courage to reply. She couldn’t put this off, someone was bound to notice sooner rather than later, and Harri had never been a very good liar. She maybe had until the end of the night before Jordan spilled the beans to Danny, and that was being generous. She had to tell him tonight, she just didn’t know if she could. It wasn’t like Matt was a bad guy, he was a great guy, that’s what made all of this so infuriating. Sure, he was a complete jackass sometimes. But when it came down to it he was a really good guy, the best guy, the kind you could depend on, and that made it all so much scarier, because Harriet knew he would be there. But it was too late to worry about that, so with shakey hands, she sent the text.

I need you to come over tonight. We need to talk.

Then, she panicked, not wanting him to read too much into it and rush over.

About the show.

Matt, of course, had a wise ass remark on the tip of his tongue the second she opened the door. “Harri, I told you, you don’t need to rework your Nancy Grace impression. Her voice hasn’t changed in 20 years.” Matt said as he walked through the door. He always liked to act like his coming over was a hassle, yet he responded to her beck and call without hesitation. As much as he tried to keep up his macho persona, he was totally and completely whipped, and they both knew it. He never would say no to her, he never could say no to her. When she needed him, he was there, he would always be there.

Harriet threw him a look, “I didn’t call you over here to talk about Nancy Grace, genius.”

Matt gave a knowing smirk, “I knew that. I just thought we should get the theatrics out of the way before we get into the real reason.” Matt watched Harriet worry her bottom lip between her teeth, knowing her well enough to sense that whatever she called him over for was important. “What, is this about the note I gave earlier? Look, I’m sorry if I embarrassed you in front of Simon and Tom but you know I can’t give you special treatment. The guys have already started calling me a pansy ass.”

“It’s not about the note.” Harriet said quickly, looking up at Matt with wide, scared eyes. This was supposed to be simple, easy, and it would be if Matt would just stop talking. She felt tears prickle behind her eyes, silently cursing herself and the damn hormones that had already seemed to have her in their grasp. She was confident five minutes ago, but staring at the object of her affections was enough to make her go weak in the knees and have the panic completely consume her. As soon as a tear escaped and she moved to wipe it away Matt was all over her, he hated to see her cry. A gentle hand on her shoulder and she was done for, burrowing into his arms and crying into his chest as he tangled his hand in her hair and held her tightly.

“Harri, what is it? You’re scaring me.” Matt said, his macho persona quickly dissolving, his eyes filling will concern once she looked up at him with smudged makeup and running mascara, “You know you can talk to me.”

“I’m pregnant.” Harriet blurted, sucking in a sharp breath before burrowing back into his chest, scared to see his reaction.

It was silent, too silent, unnerving. Harriet braced to defend herself, to tell him that she hadn’t gotten into this mess by herself, that they both were equally responsible for this shit show, but then Matt laughed, “Maybe there is a god.” And oh, if looks could kill, the daggers Harriet was shooting out of her chocolate brown irises would have slit his throat, but he just grinned down at her, and suddenly, she didn’t know if the tears running down her face were from joy or frustration, or maybe the wind had shifted direction. He grabbed her by the shoulders, studying her face for a moment with his brows furrowed, “Why are you crying? Harri… this is great!”

“Why am I crying?” Harriet asked indignantly, huffing as she wiped the snot that was dripping down her top lip with the back of her hand. “I’m crying because we’ve barely spoken in months! We aren’t married, we aren’t even together and…” Harriet ranted, only to be cut off by Matt’s lips on hers, instantly melting under his touch. 

He was good, too good. He always knew just what to say and do to make Harriet’s head spin and send the butterflies in her stomach swirling about. He pulled back, holding her face between his hands softly, forcing her to look him in the eye. “Harriet, I’m here. I’m yours. I’ve always been yours.” He said earnestly, waiting for her to nod before breaking into a grin, “I’m going to be a dad!” Before Harriet could even blink, he looped his strong arms around her waist and swung her around, not stopping until he could hear her soft giggles, “God, I love you.”

“I love you too.” Harriet said, giving a soft smile as she wiped at her wet cheeks.

“Why are you still crying? We’re going to have a baby!” Matt practically yelled, his excitement so palpable Harriet wondered how his cheeks hadn’t started to hurt.

“I know, I know. I don’t even know why I’m crying. I was just… scared.” Harriet admitted, ducking her head. The fear still lingered in the back of her mind, but it wasn’t the right moment for that, not when everything seemed so good.

“That I would be upset?” Matt asked, the hurt behind his eyes obvious.

“No! No… I knew that you weren’t going to be upset.” Harriet said quickly, “I just thought you would have made at least one wise ass comment by now about not knowing if it was yours.”

“It’s mine.” Matt said confidently, a condescending grin plastered on his face, “I know it’s mine.”

Harriet playfully smacked his arm with a grimace, “You’re so damn cocky.”

#This is total garbage but here we are #harriet hayes #Matt Albie #studio 60 #sarah paulson #sarah paulson imagine

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Practice Challenge one: Part One

Beginnings: 

“Fuck!” I yelled and slammed my hands against the steering wheel. This wasn’t the first time I’d had a total mental breakdown in the dim lighting of the courthouse parking lot, and it sure wasn’t gonna be the last. This case was rigged from the get-go, Mr. Dean esquire was always there against me, swaying the jury with his charismatic personality and his masculine gender. Not to mention it was a jury which he decided to leave fully as white men, his fellow groupies against my defendant, a woman of color who defended herself against her abuser who came at her with a gun. 

I took a deep breath and closed my eyes. Opening them I saw Dean sashaying to his car. I considered putting my own in reverse and waiting until he just walked by, then bye bye Dean. Deciding that it wouldn’t be worth the cost of defending myself I waited until after he’d passed to pull out and start to drive to Illean Private University. I was an attorney coach for a Mock Trial team and of course, had to encourage these kiddos that law was the best career and it would really be fulfilling to help people. Driving past the Greek life houses I couldn’t help but smile thinking of happier times. Chugging shitty beer, dressed like a total slut and not giving one single fuck. 

After an hour or two of bullshitting some kids and reminding them to object when someone playing a witness says “well I heard the defendant say he was mad at the victim so he must have killed her.” I drove on my way home. 

“Incoming call from Uncle Dipshit'' said my car, continuing the never ending day that is my life. 

“What?” 

“Hey little Savy-Hannah, I’m in a bit of a bind and need some help.” 

“What was it? Cocaine? Meth? Or did you finally snap and get caught with heroin.” 

“Come on, Savannah, why would you just assume that, can’t I call my one and only niece because I wanna talk to her?” 

“At 11pm? Friday night? Bullshit.” 

“.......fine Sav-” 

“Fuck you, I’m not doing probono work for you anymore. Get your shit together or get the fuck out of our lives.” 

Taking a turn away from my apartment I started to head for Lux, my old usual club. I hadn’t gone in awhile but right now I needed to get absolutely shitfaced. 8 shots and 2 waters later I was grinding up against some strangers to Kesha’s “Die Young”, a classic. Suddenly I heard an all too familiar voice, “Savannah!” 

My brother. Specifically, my oldest brother, Dan. He danced his way over to me of course being in this scene and grabbed my wrist. “Wha-u wan dan?” I slurred and kept jumping to the song. 

“I was worried about you, Ricky called and said you were acting weird.”

“Weird!" I laughed throwing my head back "Because I wouldn’t clean up his shit for once!” I screamed over the music before he pulled me out of the club by the wrist. As soon as the cool air hit my cheeks I leaned my head back and looked up at the sky. 

“I wish I was a star." I mumbled seeing the shimmering lights above us before suddenly leaning forward and hurling all over the cement. Probably a usual occurrence for Lux but I still felt bad. Dan rolled down the windows of my car as he drove me home, I stuck my head out of it for the breeze to feel the air in my lungs. 

“How’d you find me?” I mumbled, still not fully back to myself. 

“We all have eachothers phone locations, remember? You insisted on it like a year ago after you interned on that kidnapping case.” He sighed as we drove up the familiar road home. 

“You’re really a mess you know that?” He asked. It's not like he was much better….well, he was but it's not like I'm our brother Danny. At least I made something of myself. Didn't get handed my career and a wife on a silver platter. Or like Daniel who was still so far back into the closet that we really aren't sure if he'll ever come out, even though our family would be more than accepting of him. 

I was tempted to defend myself but stopped, “I know, I just need a win."

The next morning Dan was sleeping on my couch and I was on the living room floor. “You couldn’t have carried me to bed?” I mumbled through a yawn. 

“You’re the dumbass who got white girl wasted and said you were too tired to walk to your room.” 

“What time is it?” I mumbled and went to find my phone despite the world swaying as I crawled to my purse.

He lifted his arm up to look at his watch, “Like 8:00am chill out.” He groaned. 

“HOLY FUCK 8?” I flinched at the loudness of my own voice. I was normally up at six, two hours slept in, what’s today it’s a wednesday. ‘What was I supposed to do today? No clients in court today, so that’s good. Okay so I suppose I have to? Paperwork?’

I sighed, “You’re fucking lucky I didn’t have court today.” Stumbling up I ran to my room to change out of yesterday's clothes, splash some water on my face and get on the move.  

"Lucky? I'm the one who got your ass home at all!" He yelled back from the living room as I slipped into a different skirt. Shirt could stay the same, just a plain white shell no one would notice. But skirt absolutely not. I grabbed a pair of earrings and a bag of makeup wipes and rushed past Dan. 

"Fine sorry love ya. Family dinner on saturday right?" I hurried as I slung a purse over my shoulder. 

"You got it." He replied. 

"Uh, stay awhile have breakfast if you want. I've got bagels and eggs. Just lock up when you leave." I remembered finally to be polite as he stretched getting up from the sofa.

The office was busy and loud as usual. I tried to smile and act like I wasn't hungover as holy hell while I walked to my desk. 

There was someone new taking a desk near me too. Lanky guy probably straight out of law school too. I sized him up for a moment before nearly catching his eye but going back to my work. 

It wasn't till lunch that I had to actually deal with another human when I ran into Mr. Asshole-dean. 

"Ms. Mars?" He said as he tapped my shoulder in line at the starbucks near the courthouse. 

I turned but knew his voice right away, "Mr. Dean?" I replied wondering why he was bothering me. He seemed to catch my cold tone. 

"What, rough night? Does suck the night you lose the case but don't worry. You'll get better at losing, can't win em all." 

I would like to get an extra extra hot- you know what make it just a cup of fucking lava to poor on this jackass. I smiled, "Thanks! I'm sure it didn't take you long to get used to it." I gave a passive aggressive smile and looked down to my watch. 

"Listen, Mars, I know we're opposing counsel but I don't mean any harm by it. I think we could be great friends if you'd give it a shot. I mean I'm sure we both hate our jo-"

"Hi I'd like a venti mocha!" I ordered cutting him off the scurried back to my car. 

I had a few hours before I actually had a meeting. It was just to speak with a judge over a custody case between a homophobic mother and two "really good friends" one of who was the father of the child in question. There was a chance it could turn into a serious case, the mom was wealthy and if she got too displeased she could probably turn it into a civil suit on the grounds of the father being gay. But it wasn't likely she'd take the time. She was only really fighting for custody to use their kid as a weapon in the divorce. 

I drove home with my coffee deciding I wanted to Pad Thai leftovers I had as comfort/hangover/please-god-dont-make-me-live-another-day food. 

Daniel was sitting on my couch when I walked in. "Can you not just walk into my house? Dan may have forgotten to lock it but that's no reason for you to just waltz in here!" I yelled as I dropped my purse and walked up to him. 

"Is that my mail?" I huffed and snatched my letters from him. It was just junk mail but he still had no right to be so intrusive. 

He looked up at me with a slight glare, "I know what you did and I'm gonna get you back for it." And as quickly as he came he scurried out. 

Ringing up Dan I tapped my foot on the ground, "You forgot to lock the door!" I yelled into the phone. 

"Oh shit my bad. You okay?" He asked. 

"Yes, but Daniel was just here. All pissed over something." I grumbled and walked to the fridge to get out my leftovers. 

"Any idea of what?" He asked. 

"No clue." I answered. 

~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

“No, don’t call anyone. Listen, they record everything but our conversations for confidentiality, if you call someone it’s possible that they might somehow be involved and we don’t want prosecution to get that- understand?” I hated explaining the basics to my clients, but those dumbassses would sign their own sentences if they didn’t know any better.

I walked up to the courthouse, in one hand I had my phone, the other a black coffee from the starbucks across the street, my work back slung over my shoulder and threatened to slide lower onto my arm. As I turned the corner I was suddenly burning with hot coffee against my chest and a stranger staring down at me as I had run right into him, 

“FUCK!” I yelled as I stepped back. My heel slipped in a crack on the sidewalk, the top of it snapping it too causing me to fall back, my head hitting the hard concrete.   

When I opened my eyes again he was standing over me. It was the new guy who sat across from me. "Don't worry I called an ambulance." He assured. I was going to sit up but as I pieced the situation together I realized I was no longer wearing a shirt. Instead I had his blazer placed over my top. I assume because of the burning coffee which would have been sitting on my torso had he not. 

He rode in the ambulance to the hospital. We sat in awkward silence as I tried to figure out his angle. Was he afraid I'd sue. I was the one who bumped into him. Did he wanna ask me questions about our workplace. It'd been a month or so since he'd arrived though so that wouldn't make sense. 

He sat next to me at the hospital and was still there when the doctor told me it was a light concussion and a small burn. He sighed, finally not seeming like a stiff board for a moment. Maybe he was scared I'd sue. I turned to him in the hospital bed when we had a moment alone. 

"Why are you here?" I asked. 

He blushed and looked down mumbling a bit as he said "I just wanted to make sure you were okay. I wouldn't be able to work anyways till I knew." My eyebrows furrowed in confusion. 

"Why? I'm the one that bumped into you?" I asked. 

He was about to respond when the brigade of brothers came in. He seemed startled at all the sudden male energy in the room. "Ah, these are my brothers Dan, Danny, and Daniel. Daniel is a family name." I added the common addition when introducing them to anyone. 

He stood up and shook Dan's hand firmly "Nicholas Lamia." He said. I realized then that I also didn't know his name. Danny started to get suspicious as he looked at him with antagonizing eyes. 

"How do you know our sister?" He asked. Nicholas flushed again and tried to find words for a moment. 

"We work together. He's the one who called the ambulance." Daniel set a balloon down next to me that he'd gotten at the gift shop. 

We hadn't really spoken since his home break in. I still don't know what that was about. But he's been suspicious since. Once they released me Nicholas went on his way and the Mars siblings stood on the sidewalk and considered where to go. 

"Should we get sushi? It's been a moment since we hung out without mom and dad." Dan suggested leading the conversation. 

"Hmm, works for me. Samantha's out of town for work." Danny chimed in. 

I sighed thinking about all the work I still had to do. But it had been a minute since we hung out for fun, and cucumber rolls wouldn't be too bad right about now. "Sure I'm in." I replied. 

"You?" Danny asked Daniel.

He mumbled for a moment with the same guilty look, "no, I don't th-" 

Suddenly Danny got him in a headlock, "come on even Savy agreed and she'd rather eat shit than waste time." He joked. I rolled my eyes and we all piled into Dan's car. 

The waitress led us up to a small booth towards the back. At first I was going to sit next to Daniel but the blaring TV would send me down a spiral. There was a government program on and as soon as that shit for an heir came on I'd be fuming about how we're leaving the lives of multiple disadvantaged people to a boy who did body shots off a Delta Nu on a thursday night. I wasn’t exactly sure if that story was true, but it wouldn’t surprise me based off of what I’d seen from more credible sources than Lucy in the room down that hall at the sorority house who was gushing about how she wished it could be her. Prince Eaton went to the University of Labrador with us and she was hopeful that he would do it but sadly, no. 

Dan saw my eyes lingering on the TV and switched sides of the booth with me. We were just about finished and considering desert when I began to notice the glances and smirks. I wiped with a napkin thinking maybe I had some rice on my face, but they continued nonetheless. It wasn’t like creepy guys smirking either, it was everyone. The air felt different and Daniel looked like he was going to be sick. “What?” I asked as he opened his mouth. 

It looked like he was about to say something but couldn’t find the words. Dan opened to speak too, “Savannah, we didn’t think you’d ge-” 

“Oh my gosh congratulations on being selected! Would you like a desert? Everything is on the house of course!” The waitress smiled. 

I looked up at her as if she were speaking German. “Congratulations on what?” I asked. 

“On being selected! They were just announced, are you so excited? Could I also get a photo by any chance! The next queen of Illea could be sitting at my booth!” She cheered.

The world slowed as my mind raced selected? Like The selection selected? I didn’t apply? I didn’t want to apply? How did I even get entered? What did Daniel want to tell me? Did Daniel do this? Was this his revenge for what? 

I snapped out of it as Dan called my name. “I’m sorry. I have to step out for a moment.” I said and grabbed my purse running out of the restaurant, feeling everyone watching me. I walked to the side of the building and pressed my back against the cold brick panting. I crumbled inwards as my brothers ran over to me. I took a deep breath in, 

“I don’t” 

another breath

“understand.” 

Suddenly a man with a long lens camera appeared. How did that happen so fast? How did he know what she looked like? Stupid your Savannah Mars it’s not like you’re a nobody your grandpa runs the largest candy company in the world. 

“Can you back off?” I heard Dan ask him. 

He kept ignoring Dan entirely, that is till Dan pushed his camera out of focus. “What the fuck man? Chill.” The creep said and went to shove Dan. Level headed Dan of course responded by punching him in the face. 

We all piled into his car and drove to my house. I sat in the car ride silent and waited for someone to speak. No one did but Daniel still looked like he was going to throw up. We all sat on the sofa in continued silence. Only Dan spoke to offer everyone water. 

No one said yes to it but a cup appeared in front of each of us anyways, always the responsible older brother. 

I inhaled then finally said, “I’m not mad. I just want to know why?” and looked at Daniel. It was clear by now that he was the culprit. 

He sat there in silence, his lip whimpering like he wanted to cry. Like he wanted to cry? If anyone’s going to cry it should be me. Suddenly I lunged at him to get in a hit. Only Danny’s arm stopped mine from smashing into his face. 

“Why?” I yelled. 

“I thought you made a gay dating profile for me.” He whimpered. 

“What?” I asked, even more confused than before. 

Dan spoke up, “Danny made a gay dating profile for him to try and give him a little push. When he got mad he said it was you who did it.” 

“I just saw the letter sitting there and it seemed like the perfect way to get back at you for meddling in my love life. I was just gonna taunt you with submitting it, then Dan told me it was Danny but he said you wouldn’t get in and you’d just never know.” Daniel explained. 

“Well, statistically speaking you shouldn’t have.” He defended. My anger shifted to the brother holding me back. If Danny had teased Daniel about his sexuality none of this would have happened. But I couldn’t do anything with him still holding my wrist. 

I stood from the sofa and the brothers stood as well. “I’m going to go get changed.” The second they relaxed I turned and charged at Danny. “You fucking bitch!” I yelled and started to pull at his hair. He didn’t fight back but Daniel panicked and Dan rushed over. I was yanked off of him before I could make any real damage but he did look hurt enough. 

“How could you! Just minding your own fucking business could have avoided this whole thing! And Daniel!” I yelled and turned. “Don’t fucking get vengeance especially not without communicating!” 

The phone started to ring. It was probably about the selection. I huffed over ready to say, “Hi, yes this is Savannah Mars. No, I would not like to participate, please pull someone else.” But as I picked up the phone I realized something. Daniel would have had to forge my signature. In order to apply for me he had to sign a contract. If I say I want out I would have to prove I didn’t agree to begin with. That would mean proving the false signature. Which is by the way, illegal. 

I sighed, held the phone to my ear. “Yes this is she. I’m so excited to be selected and am more than happy to discuss a time for you to send your people over.”

[campdnp-winter-blog]

Idk if the foxes submitted a fic yet but here’s one if they didn’t (sorry my tent is asleep and I couldnt talk to them last night)

Furry meetup

The Arctic Foxes excitedly entered the airport, suited up for their special meeting. There’d been a contest, of course, on the deepest, darkest part of Dan’s tumblr, asking for the “smollest group with the cutest mascot uwu” and boy, did the Foxes deliver. The stepped off their plane to London in full fursuits save for the masks; they wanted Dan and Phil to see the chaos in their eyes.

Each fox had a specialized pursuit of an arctic fox in the group’s colour scheme. After collecting their luggage (extra fursuits, of course), they spotted Their Dads waiting by a window.

“Thewe they awe uwu!” Erin exclaims, pointing at them. The Foxes started towards the closeted furries and were quickly noticed. Phil was shocked and honestly kind of scared but Dan looked ecstatic. As the group neared, they could hear the men’s conversation.

“See, Phil, I told you we should have worn our fursuits!”

“Not gonna happen, Danny boy. I refuse to do it.”

“But Philllllllllllllllllll-”

“Hey guys!” Phil cut off Dan’s whine. “We’re so glad you could make it!”

“And so jealous of your fursuits!”

“Well, he is.” While dan seemed happy and to be living his best life, Phil seemed… off. He was hiding something. Something the Foxes were sure they could get out of him.

After some Good Bants they went back to the boyes place to hang out. Though Phil suffered to hang up their suits many times, the Foxes stayed in their True Forms. Dan went to change into his fursuit while Phil stewed, looking more and more uncomfortable. Finally, he was the third wheel.

Soon Phil asked if anyone wanted anything to eat. Everyone replied, “yes uwu”.

“Do you guys have to do the uwu thing all the time?” He asked. The furries all shared a Look.

“No… they all replied at the same time. They all began to chime off one by one.

"uWu”

“UwU”

“UWU”

“OwO”

“owo”

“Owo”

“HOW DID YOU ALL JUST DO THAT OUT LOUD????? IM GOING TO GET FOOD PLEASE DONT TELL ME, GOODBYE”

And with that, phil left. With all this time, Dan and the Foxes came to the sad, yet inevitable conclusion. They were going to have to kill Phil.

“He isn’t one of us.”

“He knows too much.”

“He doesn’t it like it when we hang out together.”

The Foxes forced Dan to realize the truth.

“How are we going to do it, then?” He asked, finally.

“We have a plan,” said the Foxes simultaneously.

“I’m all ears,” dan said with a cheeky wink.

~~~~~~~~~~an hour later~~~~~~~~~

Everything was in place. The apartment quivered with anticipation. All that was left was-

“Dan? Foxes? I brought the food!” Phil announced as he walked through the door.

Finally. Two of the Foxes, Sef and Harley, grabbed Phil and silenced him as they brought him to The Place. They tied him to a chair with great difficulty because of his long, noodley limbs flailing about. Dan stood directly in front of Phil, with Sef, Erin, Hannah, and Harley right behind him. The rest of the Foxes stood in a half circle around them. Dan removed Phil’s gag but not his blindfold.

“ what’s going on? Dan? Foxes? Are you guys playing with me?” Phil’s voice cracked as he spoke, and you can see him restraining a comment about it. This was no time for jokes, Mr. ladydoor.

“Phil,” Sef spoke.

“ you’re not one of us.” continued Harley.

“Your jealousy is not hidden well,” said Erin.

“You have heard too much,” added Hannah.

“Heard what? I don’t know what you’re talking about!”

“The uwus, Phil!” Dan said. “They’re a code. A secret fiery code.vwe thought you might know it, that you were just hiding it. But no.”

“And now,” said Harley.

“You must” continued Sef.

“Be killed” finished Erin.

Dan nodded solemnly. “I wish there were another way, Philly. However we risked to secret information. Information we cant let get out to the public.”

“What? Dan, you cant be serious! Surely this is a joke!” Phil yelled, desperate.

“Unfortuanately not, phil. Km sorry it has to end like this.” Dan said, and everyone but phil started a chant. It started out low, then it started to grow. It was the Official Farewell chant of the Furries. Dan got out his emergency recorder and played the first notes of My Heart Will Go On.

As the song came to a close, Phil was getting more and more anxious. He knew death would be upon him soon. He had to act fast, but could he break The Code? This was life or death, but still… The final notes played and he made his decision.

Dan reached for a knife behind Phil, but as he did so, phil screamed.

“IM A FURRY!”

Gasps rang out through the Foxes. Boos and murmuring followed. Sef called out, “Horseshit!”

Erin yelled “no way!”

Other yells soon came, until through it all, Phil’s voice thundered…

“ØwØ”

Again, gasps rang out. Dan stood in front of phil in shock. He took off the blindfold.

“The secret uwu…” dan whispered in bewilderment. “You broke the code…”

“Yes. I had to. I couldnt watch you become a killer.”

“But the rules-”

“To help with the rules! I’m not going to sit here and let you and a bunch of kids become wanted murderers because some rule says that I cant talk about my secret furry status!”

“But they’ll find us.”

“Let them come. Look at us! Were a kick ass group of furries! We’ll fight them. Move around. Well be dan and phil and the Arctic Foxes- furry vigilantes.”

“That sounds like a really terrible fanfic idea conceived at three in the morning.”

“Yeah. Too bad this is real and we have to fight our furry overlords now.”

With that, they untied phil and ate the food that was now cold on the counter but still tasty. Phil showed them his ultra-mega-super fursuit from a hidden hatch in his and Dan’s closet.

They talked for a while about what needed to be done, who’s memories needed to be altered (cause furries can do that, obviously). They made a plan to move back to Manchester and make that their HQ. they decided how they were going to recruit using none other than tungle.com. good thing none of their fursuits have female presenting nipples.

They hashed out their income and where they would shop, and of course decided on a method to see who had to go get the door when they ordered takeaway (rock, paper, scissors).

Soon they had devoted members and were successfully thwarting the Furry Overlords. We love our Furry Vigilante Daddies, I guess.

And that’s how the Arctic Foxes met dnp and became furry vigilantes.

idk how to feel about this so you get a 

95/100

-Jax

[ask-me-about-datlof]

Thank You, Friend - Chapter 9

Oh boi, oh boi I am tired!

But hey ho, here is the next chapter for you guys to enjoy!

A small mention, one of the characters in this chapter is depressed and while I don’t think it should bother anyone, here is a small warning, just in case. Also hospitals (but completely unrelated to the depression)

You can read this chapter, and all previous chapters on AO3

Zoey had been in hospital since around 5pm yesterday, and in the small hours of the next day, August the 28th, she had given birth to a healthy baby girl. At least according to Fiona who had been texting Hannah throughout the night. And a few hours after Hannah and Lewis had woken up, they had received texts from both Zoey and Fiona, inviting them to the hospital to visit the new baby. And so the pair were en-route to the hospital. Hannah was ecstatic; she couldn’t wait to see how Zoey was doing, and to meet the newborn. Lewis on the other hand was more nervous than excited. He’d had very little experience with babies and while he was pleased for Zoey that everything had gone well, he felt like he didn’t know her quite well enough to be visiting her so soon after giving birth. But she and Fiona had invited him as well as Hannah and he knew it would be very rude to turn down an invitation like that.

The walk to the hospital didn’t take long and when they got there they were quickly shown up to Zoey’s room. The nurse leading them to the room knocked on the door before walking on, Lewis and Hannah following close behind. The room was fairly sparse, like most hospital rooms, but it had a couple of armchairs that looked relatively comfy and a large window that looked out on the city around them. Zoey was sat up in the bed with Fiona snuggled up beside her and in her arms wrapped up in a blanket was her baby girl. Zoey looked up at Hannah and Lewis as they arrived, a beaming smile quickly spreading over her whole face. She looked slightly tired, with grey bags under her eyes but it was clear for everyone in the room to see how overjoyed she was.

“Is everything alright, while I’m here? Do you want me to get anything?” The nurse asked as Lewis and Hannah stepped closer to the bed.

“No, thank you.” Zoey said. The nurse nodded, smiled and left the room closing the door behind them. Zoey was still beaming up at Lewis and Hannah and Fiona slid off the bed slightly so her feet were resting on the ground and she too was smiling from ear to ear. “Hannah, Lewis, look, come and meet my daughter! Her name’s Hope Charlotte and I love her so much! I can’t believe I’m actually a mum! And Fiona’s a mum too! We’re both mums! This is so amazing and I’m so happy!” Zoey gushed, still beaming from ear to ear. Fiona wrapped her arm around Zoey and hugged her tightly.

“This is an amazing time for us.” Fiona said, smiling up at Zoey for a moment before she turned her gaze to Lewis and Hannah. “Sit down, you two, don’t stand around. Make yourselves at home.”

Lewis turned and pulled one of the armchairs closer to the bed as Hannah moved closer to Zoey’s side and looked down at Hope, smiling at her.

“Isn’t she just gorgeous?” Hannah said softly, as Lewis settled himself in the chair.

“She’s beautiful.” Fiona murmured in agreement.

“She’s a little wrinkly, ‘cause all newborns are like that, but I think that she’s got my nose and her hair is so soft and fluffy, although you can’t see it at the moment because it’s under this little hat, but it’s the softest thing I’ve ever touched in my life!” Hannah and Fiona exchanged a smile as they listened to Zoey. “Do you want to hold her, Hannah?” She asked, holding out Hope towards Hannah.

“I’d love to.” Hannah replied, gently taking Hope from Zoey’s arms and cradling in her in her own. “Hello there, Hope!” Hannah cooed softly as she rocked Hope in her arms.

Curious, Lewis stood up and moved closer to Hannah so he could get a better look at Hope. Wrapped up in a blanket with a little pink hat on her head and only her small face was showing. Zoey was right when she said she was a little wrinkly. Hope’s face was wrinkled, and her eyes were closed tightly as she slept, one tiny hand poking out from the blanket. Lewis moved his hand up to her and gently placed his finger by Hope’s hand. Unconsciously she wrapped her little fingers around Lewis’s and gripped on tightly. He smiled as he looked at her. He still didn’t know anything about babies, but that wasn’t stopping him from being happy for Zoey and Fiona and their little baby girl.

“How much does she weigh?” Hannah asked, glancing up from Hope to look towards Zoey and Fiona.

“Six pounds and eight ounces.” Zoey announced proudly, the beaming smile, that had appeared when Hannah and Lewis first walked in, still on her face. “You guys don’t happen to know where Rythian is do you?” Both Hannah and Lewis looked up at Zoey. “Only I sent him a couple of texts and asked him if he’d come and visit and he hasn’t replied and I’m just really worried about him.” Hannah frowned slightly.

“He’s not been replying to my texts for a while now. I think I’ll go over to his today and make sure everything’s alright, and if he’s up for it I’ll bring him to visit you.” Hannah said, gently handing Hope over to Fiona and pulling out her phone. “I’ll send him a text, to see if he replies. I’ll visit anyway, just to see him because I haven’t seen him in months.” Zoey nodded as Hannah quickly wrote out a text and sent it.

“You have to make sure he visits, Hannah, I want him to be Hope’s godfather. And I want him to see her, I want him to be a part of her life as she’s growing up.” Hannah looked over at Zoey and smiled.

“I’ll make sure he visits. I promise.”

It was about an hour after Hannah had sent her text to Rythian, and now she and Lewis were standing outside his flat. Hannah had never got a reply from Rythian so she’d asked Lewis to send a text and unsurprisingly, he hadn’t got a reply either. The block of flats that Rythian lived in were old and rundown; there were damp patches in the ceilings of the corridors and unsavoury stains on the floors. The block of flats resided in one of the rougher areas of Datlof and as a result of this, the prices of the flats in this area were cheap and affordable to those who had minimum wage jobs, or were living off benefits. But just because they were affordable didn’t mean that they were in any way nice. Lewis had never been to this part of the city before and he was appalled by the poverty he saw around him. He knew from Danny that it was in these rougher areas that a lot of werewolves and werewolf packs existed; it was hard for them to get any kind of jobs, let along jobs that paid well.

The door to Rythian’s flat had been painted blue at one point, but the blue paint was faded and peeling, stained by years of rain and damp at the bottom. There was a set of metal numbers hammered into the door reading out 356 and the letterbox had the days mail poking out of it, the edges of the letters slightly damp from the light drizzle that was in the air. Hannah lifted her hand and knocked loudly at the door.

“Hey, Ryth! You in there?” Hannah called out as she finished knocking. Lewis glanced around as Hannah took a step back from the door.

“Do you think he’s in?” Lewis asked. She shrugged.

“He might be at work. Although…” She trailed off as she frowned at the door. “Come on, Ryth. Open up!” She knocked again.

“Although?” Lewis enquired, frowning slightly at Hannah. She was about to reply when they heard the clicking of the lock turning and the door swung inwards.

Rythian was almost as tall as Lewis, only about an inch or so shorter, and he was very thin and skinny, too thin to be healthy. His face had a gaunt look about it and there were large dark circles under his bright teal blue eyes. Rythian’s hair was dark brown and was swept back from his face. His dark skin seemed to have a slight blue tint to it. Rythian was wearing black trousers and a black tank top, and hanging around his neck was a long beautifully made dark purple scarf. Hannah’s eyes swept over Rythian quickly as she looked at him, a smile breaking out over her face. Lewis smiled too, to be polite.

“Hey. I thought you weren’t going to open the door then.” Hannah said, smiling warmly at Rythian. His face twitched into a smile, but it didn’t quite seem to reach his eyes.

“Hey.” He murmured quietly, an unusual accent thick in his voice. As he spoke, Lewis caught sight of sharp pointed teeth inside Rythian’s mouth.

“Can we come inside?” Hannah asked gently.

Rythian nodded his head slightly and disappeared back inside, leaving the door to his apartment open. Hannah walked in, followed by Lewis who closed the door behind them. As they walked into the apartment, they instantly started shivering from the cold air in the room, and as the door swung shut, they were enveloped in darkness.

“Jesus Christ, it’s freezing in here!” Hannah exclaimed as she navigated her way across the room towards the window and opened up the curtains, sending the grey light of day shining around the apartment. “And you need to get some light in here too.”

“I am sorry, I was sleeping.” Rythian replied quietly. His English, although good, was slightly broken and it was clear that he’d had little chance to develop his language skills.

In the grey light, Lewis looked around Rythian’s apartment. It was small. Rythian’s bed was up a small set of steps and underneath the bed there was a small storage space and a door that Lewis assumed lead to the apartment’s bathroom. The kitchen had a tiny stove and a meagre amount of counter space and in the corner of the room there was a fridge-freezer. There was an old table surrounded by a couple of wooden chairs and looking towards the window was an old sofa. There was very little in the way of personal belongings lying about and the whole apartment felt very empty, despite being lived in. Hannah glanced towards Lewis before she looked at Rythian more closely.

“Would you like a drink?” Rythian asked, turning away from Hannah and going to open the cupboards, pulling out a half empty packet of instant coffee.

“Have you got any tea?” Lewis asked, still looking around Rythian’s flat curiously. Rythian shook his head as he filled up the kettle, putting it on to boil.

“No, I am sorry. Hannah, would you like a drink?”

“I’ll have some water, thank you.” Rythian filled a glass of water and passed it over to Hannah. “Thank you.” She murmured, before she took told of Lewis’s arm and pulled him over to the sofa where they both sat down. The boiling of the kettle allowed the pair to have a hushed conversation without Rythian hearing them. “I’m worried about Rythian.”

“Why?”

“Look at him! He’s obviously been barely eating, and I’m just worried he’s not looking after himself.” Hannah’s face was creased into a concerned frown and Lewis glanced over at Rythian. Rythian’s movements were slow and he seemed tired, right down to the bones. And as he’d noticed before, Rythian did seem unhealthily thin. The kettle boiled and their quiet conversation fell silent as Rythian filled a mug with the boiling water and stirred it a couple of times before wrapping his fingers around it and turning to face Lewis and Hannah, a bright smile on his face. “How come you never replied to our texts?” Hannah asked gently as Rythian sat himself down on one of the chairs at the table. His smile faltered for a moment.

“Texts? I did not receive any texts.” His smile seemed to become more forced as he spoke. Hannah glanced worriedly towards Lewis before she turned back to Rythian.

“Are you sure?” Her voice was gentle, trying to be as non-accusatory as possible. “Lewis and I sent one each, and I think Zoey sent about three or four…” Rythian smiled slightly over at Hannah.

“I did not receive any texts.” He repeated. “You can check my mobile…” He gestured towards an cheap phone that was resting on the arm of the sofa.

It was a £20 Nokia phone and built like a brick. Hannah picked it up and quickly navigated through it, checking the messages that had been sent. Lewis glanced over her shoulder as she looked and although there were apparently no messages from today, he caught sight of the many other texts that had been completely ignored. Hannah shrugged slightly and moved to put the phone back down. Lewis glanced up at Rythian, who was gazing into his coffee, and took the phone from Hannah. His fingers moved quickly as he passed through the phone’s menus, arriving at a folder named ‘DELETED TEXTS’. Lewis opened it and staring up at him were the texts that everyone had sent that day. He nudged Hannah softly and held the phone out to her.

“Oh, Rythian…” She murmured loud enough for only Lewis to hear before she placed the phone down and looked over at Rythian. “Rythian, are you ok?” Rythian glanced up from his coffee and smiled over at Hannah, but once again the smile didn’t seem to reach his eyes.

“I am fine.”

“When was the last time you ate?” He hesitated before he replied.

“This morning.”

“And when did you last leave the apartment?” The pause was longer this time.

“Yesterday…” There was a crack in Rythian’s voice and he quickly looked down into his mug of coffee again, blinking rapidly.

“Rythian…” Hannah stood up and walked over to Rythian. She placed her hands over his hands. “How about Lewis and I take you out for lunch. And then we can go and visit Zoey and Fiona in the hospital, and you’ll get to meet Hope. I know Zoey really wants you to meet her.”

“I…” Rythian’s voice broke again and a couple of tears dripped down his face. Hannah gently took the mug from his grasp and placed it down on the table before she wrapped her arms around him and hugged him tightly. Lewis looked away, slightly awkwardly.

“It’s alright. It’ll be alright. I’m sorry I haven’t been around for you, but I’m here now, and I’ll help you. I promise” She murmured quietly as Rythian broke down crying.

Hannah smoothed his hair gently as his body shook with tears. The room fell silent apart from the quiet noises of Rythian crying, and after a few minutes, Rythian pulled away from Hannah, wiping his eyes and sniffing.

“Are you alright for now?” Hannah asked, moving away from Rythian slightly. He nodded slightly, still sniffing, his eyes red from the tears. “Are you ready to go get some lunch?” Rythian nodded again. Hannah stood up and Lewis got to his feet too. “Come on then.” She said.

Rythian got to his feet and wound his scarf around his neck so it wouldn’t be trailing on the floor and quietly moved towards the door, grabbing his keys from the lock. Hannah and Lewis moved over towards the door as Rythian pulled it open and stepped outside, Lewis and Hannah following. Once Rythian had locked the door, Hannah reached up and placed her hand on his shoulders, not quite tall enough to put her whole arm around, and rubbed his shoulder comfortingly.

“Let’s go get something to eat. Lead the way, Lewis.” Lewis moved off, with Hannah and Rythian in tow behind him.

Over their lunch Lewis learnt, partially from Hannah and partially from Rythian, that Rythian had been in Datlof for a little over a year, having come to Datlof from the End when he was seventeen years old. Rythian had been reluctant to speak throughout the entire meal, but he had told Lewis of a few things from his home realm, like how magic was their equivalent of technology, and how he missed his home. And once they’d finished eating, the trio headed to the hospital and Hannah, Lewis and Fiona left the room to let Zoey and Rythian catch up together for a while. So they went to grab some coffee and some tea, talking as they went.

“Rythian seemed, quiet when he came in. Is everything alright?” Fiona asked as they walked along the corridor. Hannah sighed.

“I don’t think so. I think he’s homesick, tired of being constantly ill, and struggling financially at the moment. I just hope we can help him.” Fiona nodded.

“Can’t you cure him with your magic if he’s ill?” Lewis asked, thinking back to how Hannah had healed his wound when they first met. Hannah pulled a face.

“Unfortunately it doesn’t really work like that. Healing a physical injury, like a broken bone or a cut is fairly simple. All I’m doing is speeding up the healing process. But with an illness, like a cold, or flu, I could in theory heal someone, but then they wouldn’t have built up any resistances to the illness. And so next time it came around, they’d get ill again. And for Rythian, right now, he needs to build up his immune system. You should be able to understand that, Lewis.” Lewis nodded.

“I suppose that if one of us were to go to the End, we’d get ill because our immune systems aren’t equipped for dealing with their illnesses.” Hannah nodded.

“At the moment, there’s not quite enough movement between Datlof and the End for both groups to have immune systems capable of dealing with the bugs and germs that are found in each place. And so this first year for Rythian has been particularly tough because every time he’s recovered from one illness, he’s caught another, and I think it’s beginning to take it’s toll on him, physically and mentally.”

“He sure has had it rough. Datlof’s not exactly the friendliest place to outsiders, either.” Hannah nodded in agreement with Fiona as they reached a little cafe area filled with patients and visitors alike.

“What do you guys want? I’ll go get it.” Fiona said, turning to face Lewis and Hannah.

“Tea please.” Hannah said, speaking first.

“Same here.” Lewis said after Hannah. Fiona nodded.

“Alright, I can do that. I’ll meet you over there.” She pointed to a little table by a window.

“Alright.” Hannah and Lewis moved off towards the table that Fiona had pointed out as she moved into the queue.

“So why did Rythian come to Datlof in the first place?” Lewis asked as he and Hannah settled themselves down around the table.

“He told me he came here to learn our magic.”

“There are different types of magic?” Lewis asked, staring at Hannah. She grinned at his bemused expression.

“Yes, just like there are different fields of science; chemistry, biology, physics, to name a few. Magic can vary quite vastly from culture to culture, and for those who are keen on learning different types of magic, traveling to different realms is one of the most logical options. End magic is highly different from the kind of magic I use, for example, I’ve heard that End healing magic is much more sophisticated than the healing magic I use.” Lewis was once more fascinated by the complexity behind magic and how it worked.

“So how does it differ? And how come their healing magic is so sophisticated?” Hannah laughed.

“I don’t know, Lewis. You’d have to ask Rythian, he’s the expert.” Lewis sighed, smiling slightly as Fiona walked over with a tray holding three mugs and a selection of little UHT milk cartons and some packets of sugar.

“Alright, tea all around. Grab whichever one you fancy, they’re all the same at the moment.” Fiona said, lowering the tray onto the table.

Hannah and Lewis both grabbed a mug and Fiona moved the last mug onto the table before she slid the milk and sugar onto the table, enabling her to take the tray away. Hannah grabbed a carton of milk and opened it, tipping it into her tea as Fiona returned and sat herself down. She too tipped some milk into her tea along with a packet of sugar and stirred it before she took a small sip, sighed and lent back in the chair.

“What are you guys going to do after this?” Fiona asked, looking at Lewis and Hannah.

“Well, I need to head into Yoglabs, there’s a lot of stuff I need to do there, and I haven’t had a chance to say hi to Simon or Lal today.” Lewis said, taking a slurp from his tea.

“I think I’ll stick with Rythian for the rest of today. I think he needs the company.” Hannah said gazing thoughtfully down into her mug of tea. “What about you?”

“I’ll be staying late at the hospital tonight before going home, then hopefully Zoey and Hope will be discharged sometime tomorrow lunch time and I can take them home.” Fiona said smiling.

“Would I be able to visit you when you’re at home?” Hannah asked.

“Sure!” Fiona said.

“I’ll probably bring Rythian along with me too, I’m thinking of letting him stay the night at mine tonight. I hope you don’t mind, Lewis?” Hannah turned to look towards Lewis.

“No, that’s fine. He’s your friend and it’s your house.” He said, smiling slightly.

“Good.” Lewis glanced at a clock on the wall, and dread suddenly filled him.

“Oh shit!” He swore. Both Hannah and Fiona looked towards him in surprise.

“Lewis?” Hannah asked, raising her eyebrows.

“I need to go, otherwise I won’t be able to get anything done today!” Lewis took a large gulp of his tea, the liquid burning as it went down his throat and stood up. He’d forgotten about the mountain of work that kept piling higher and higher on his desk and the thought of the chaos he might turn up to at Yoglabs made his blood run cold. “I’d love to stay with you some more, but I have so much I need to do! I’m so sorry,”

“No, it’s fine! Go! I wouldn’t want you to be worrying about work.” Fiona said, flapping her hands in a shooing motion at Lewis.

“Ah, thank you so much! If I have time, I’ll drop by with Hannah tomorrow.”

“That’d be great.”

“Ah, good.” Lewis moved around the table and gave Hannah a quick kiss on the lips. “Right, well, I’ll be off and I’ll maybe see you tomorrow.” He said, looking at Fiona. “And I’ll see you when I get back tonight.” He turned his gaze to Hannah.

“And don’t forget that Rythian will probably be there too.” Hannah called out as Lewis backed away from the table. He nodded.

“I won’t. I’ll see you later. Love you!”

“Love you too.”

“Bye, Lewis!” Fiona said as Lewis turned away from the table and headed towards the exit.

#Lewis Brindley #Hannah Rutherford #Fiona Saberial #Zoey Proasheck #Zoey and Fiona #Rythian #Yogscast #writing #creative writing #datlof #hospital #depression #thank you friend story

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Tour - Tom Fletcher

Pairing: Tom Fletcher x Reader

Characters: Tom Fletcher, Harry Judd, Danny Jones, Dougie Poytner, Carrie Hope Fletcher, Pete Bucknall

Warnings: N/A

Request: N/A

Word Count: 824

Author: Hannah

You knew that being on tour was hard for Tom – he was such a family orientated guy so not being in his home town made everything pretty crappy for him.

The two of you had been in a relationship since you were both in school; you had been there since the start and you could even explain how proud you were of Tom.

Being able to see your boyfriend living out his dream was an indescribable feeling.

McFly were playing their last show of the tour up in Edinburgh in Scotland, which as of the most impressive cities in Britain.

As a surprise for Tom, you, Carrie and Peter had headed up to Edinburgh that morning to be able to go to the show and see him, as you knew that Tom had been missing home so much.

Of course, you had spoken to Tom at least once every single day, so it wasn’t as if you hadn’t had any contact whatsoever.

The only person that knew about you, Carrie and Peter coming was Harry, because you needed someone to arrange getting into the venue without too much hassle and such.

Arriving at the venue, Carrie turned to you, “You excited?” she quizzed with a massive smile on her face.

You couldn’t help but smile yourself “Most definitely” you stated in response to her.

The three of you walked backstage ever so slightly, but not far enough that Tom might see you.

Harry soon came out, and quickly pulled you into a hug “God it’s so great to see such a familiar face” he greeted you, making sure to keep you in a hug for as long as possible.

Once Harry released you and greeted the other two, he explained the plan of how the night was going to go.

The way it was going to work was you, Carrie and Pete would be in the third or so row back from the stage; halfway through their set, Harry was going to tell Tom that there was a surprise for him and that would be when you went up on stage.

Son enough the show began, and you found yourself enjoying the show just as much as you always had done.

Every single time you saw them perform, you were reminded of how talented your boyfriend was.

Before you knew it, the concert was halfway through and Harry had come out from behind his drums with a mic in his hand.

Tom, Dougie and Danny all looked confused at what their fellow bandmate was doing but Harry just had a smirk on his face.

“Now Tom” Harry spoke into his mic, gaining the curiosity of your boyfriend, “We have a surprise for you” Harry stated, signalling for the lights to land on you.

Carrie squeezed your arm in excitement before you walked out from your seat, making your way over to the stage.

By the time, you reached the stage, Harry was standing there and holding his hand out to you, which you took, to help you up onto the stage.

Tom had taken his guitar off and was standing in, what seemed to be, shock.

“I present your surprise Mr Fletcher” Harry told Tom through his mic, and Tom ran over to you, enveloping you in a hug.

“I love you so much” Tom whispered in your ear as he continued to hold you tightly.

You smiled against Tom’s chest before pulling away slightly to look up at him, “Did you like the surprise?” you asked.

Tom nodded with a smile on his face “Isn’t it obvious that I did” he told you.

He glanced back at his bandmates momentarily, before getting down on one knee as Danny ran over to hand him a mic.

“So, Y/N” Tom cautiously started to speak “We’ve been together for a long time now, and I wasn’t anticipating on doing this tonight but I might as well give it a shot” he explained, slightly rambling on, “I would like to know if you, Miss Y/N Y/L/N, would do me the honour of marrying me?” he questioned, leaving the whole of the crowd waiting in anticipation just as much as Tom.

You nodded in response to Tom “Of course I would” you answered him making him smile greatly as he stood up to hug you once again.

“I don’t have the ring with me or anything” he admitted after the two of you pulled away from the hug.

You reached up and pressed a kiss to his lips “That’s okay, I’m just happy you asked” you spoke in a soft tone.

Tom nodded, and then looked to his bandmates who were all smiling along with the crowd who were clapping and cheering.

“Maybe I should go back to my seat” you suggested to Tom “Carrie and Pete are down there” you quickly told him.

Tom kissed you quickly “Go on then Love – I’ll see you after the show”

#Hannah #Tom Fletcher #Tom Fletcher One Shot #Tom Fletcher Imagine #McFly #McFly One Shot #McFly Imagine #Celebrity #Celebrity One Shot #Celebrity Imagine #Harry Judd #Danny Jones #Dougie Poynter #Carrie Hope Fletcher #Pete Bucknall #Tour