#my mum once said that watching me was 'like watching a car crash in slow motion' and i think about that every damn day
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"Y/n, I really want a baby!" /blurb/
AN: i started writing this the same day Gemma announced she had a baby but you know me, i'm a slow writer and proofreader. so sorry it took me a few days to have it finished and posted. hope you enjoy and make sure to leave your feedback. xoxo
This story contains: talks of wanting a baby, heavy persuasion, small smut scene, breeding kink maybe?
{ husbandrry - soft!harry - uncle!harry - current harry era }
word count- 1,484
After the pregnancy announcement of Harry's older sister Gemma, Harry has become sick with the case of baby fever and tries to convince you over and over to start having children now rather then later.
Ever since Harry has become an uncle to his sister Gemma's new little baby girl, he's had massive baby fever. And it's not like you're opposed to having a baby with Harry. Of course you want a baby with your husband of a year, boyfriend of nearly eight years. But your original plan was to wait for another year or two and that's what you were hoping to stick to. But Harry is mighty convincing.
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Gemma had invited you and Harry over to her little house back in Holmes Chapel that she shares with her long time boyfriend, Michal. Harry's been finished touring for about a month now so you had a bunch of free time to make the drive up there. When you arrived, you got the sense something was up. There was this sneakiness in the air that you couldn't ignore.
But that all ended after your dinner, as you sat on Gemma's nice plush couch, when she looks to you and then to Harry before blurting out, "We're having a baby."
Harry's eyes nearly bug out his head and he shouts, "What! Oh My God!!" He stood up from his spot on the couch as Gemma shook her head yes and walked over towards her, giving his big sister a big, warm hug. You allowed the brother - sister duo to have a moment before also standing up.
Once Gemma parted from the hug she had with her baby brother, because Harry never breaks hugs first, she reaches out to embrace you in a hug. "Oh My God, congratulations. To you both. I'm so excited for you guys."
Gemma whispers a, "Thank you." in your left ear before stepping back again.
After giving Michal a quick hug as well, Harry questions, "Wait, does Mum know?" His face is still in complete shock.
Gemma nods and responds, "Yeah, she was the second person I told. First being Michal of course. "
You each sit down again and continue the conversation, "I bet Anne sobbed when you told her."
Giggling, Gemma replies, "Oh yes. She first shouted in surprise, quite like Harry did, then cried. It was adorable and sweet."
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Later that night on your drive back home to London, you look over to the driver's seat and notice Harry has tears in his eyes. You can only see that in the dark because the street lights are reflecting off his shiny eyes. Quietly, you coo, "Harry, what's wrong? Why are your eyes all watery?"
He turns his head to look at you quickly before watching the road again, then answering, "S'just, m'so happy for Gemma. M'gonna be an uncle. But then it got me thinkin', one day m'gonna be a dad and m'gonna get to hold our small baby and care for it and love on it. They get to call me dad. Y/n, I really want a baby." After saying that last sentence, Harry lets a full blown sob come out. One that you debate whether or not to have him pull over because you don't want him to crash the car.
"Oh baby," you say in a gentle tone, reaching over the center console to run your hand soothingly up and down his arm, "it's okay. You're gonna be the best uncle to your niece or nephew and the best dad to our kids one day."
"But what if I don't want to wait for one day? What if I want kids now? Y/n, can we start tryin' for a baby?"
You giggle at his eagerness and respond, "We said another year or two, remember. But I'll consider bringing the wait time lower. Just let me have time to think on it.
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A couple weeks have gone by since Harry found out he was gonna be an uncle and his baby fever has yet to go away. You haven't gave him an answer on whether or not you want to start trying right now and Harry hasn't brought it back up either. He didn't want to bother or pressure you with answering such a big question. But, he has been bringing more persuasive hints your way.
For instance, the other day you were walking in the park and Harry spotted a little girl running up into her daddy's arms. Harry gets your attention at the sight and whispers, "Can you imagine, our little girl or boy runnin' into my arms? Where they know they'll be safe and loved. Of course your arms too but them feelin' love from their daddy is somethin' extra special."
And the imagine of that does get your ovaries tingling, you can't lie. Just picturing your child running into Harry's arms after a day at school, or after getting a little scrape on the knee, or when someone was being rude to them on the playground. Knowing their daddy will love and keep them safe. Ugh, maybe you do want a baby now.
Another time Harry has shown his baby fever recently is in bed. Right now you're on birth control so you still get to have raw sex and Harry takes advantage of that. Whispering in your ear while making love, "Gonna put a baby inside of you. Fill you up with my cum and give you all the babies in the world."
You breathed out while holding his body closer to yours, "You know I'm..... I'm on birth control, right?"
"Don't remind me. Let me just pretend, alright." Harry mutters while thrusting in to you with love and care. Obviously he knows you're on birth control and he'd never interfere with your medication knowing it's something you requested to be on for the time being. But that doesn't mean he can't pretend he's knocking you up.
And it's something Harry does, not just that time but several times following. Really every time you have sex after Gemma's pregnancy announcement where he got baby fever.
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What the final straw was to make you want kids now rather than wait until later was when Harry's niece was born and you saw Harry interact with her for the first time. A day after Gemma had given birth, she allowed you and Harry to come visit. Anne had visited first, obviously since she's the mum and grandma, but next it was you two.
When you walked into the hospital room filled with pink balloons and flowers, you saw Gemma propped up in bed with her baby cuddled to her chest. Michal sitting next to the bed in a chair. Gemma waves you both over and asks Michal to grab the baby from her arms and hand her to one of you. (you and harry washed your hands before entering the hospital room) He offers the baby to you first but you shake your head no and say, "Let Harry hold her first."
Michal hands over his baby girl to Harry and it's like some kind of instinct comes forth with how natural he makes it look holding a day old baby. Looking down at the small baby in his arms, Harry coos shakily, clear emotions in his voice, "Oh My God, Gemma, she's beautiful. So small and delicate."
The view in front of you was the best sight you think you've ever seen. Your husband holding his baby niece for the first time. And now all you can picture is you in that hospital bed, looking over at Harry but instead of his niece, he's holding your baby. The one you created together with the love you made. Maybe even doing some skin to skin contact.
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On your drive back home from the hospital, you blurt out, "Harry, I want a baby. Like right now." Harry nearly crashes the vehical. He has to actually pull over so he can make sure he heard you correctly.
"Y/n, what'd you say?"
"You heard me correctly, H. I want a baby right now. Not in a year or two. Seeing you with your niece today did something to me. Made my ovaries flutter and this big desire to see you holding our baby. A baby we made together." you explain softly.
Not thinking twice, Harry surges forward and crashes his lips to your. One hand cradles your face while the other settles on your thigh over the center console. Then breaking away to catch his breath, Harry smiles wide and speaks, "Yeah, you wanna make a baby together? When we get home m'gonna stuff you full of m'cum and get you so fuckin' pregnant."
His words turn you on beyond belief. And though you took your birth control this morning, you know tomorrow you're flushing the rest down the toilet. Harry knows the likelihood of getting you pregnant tonight is unlikely because you took your birth control today, but that isn't going to stop him from fucking you until his seed eventually sticks. Whether that takes days, months, or years.
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lemonade and star-crossed lovers, p1 (JJ Maybank)
Warnings: none yet, swearing? all core characters are aged up to 18, Rafe is 21.
JJ Maybank x kook!reader (super super slow burn) (this will hopefully be a series)
WC: 4.0k
Growing up, Y/N always heard jokes about how the eldest daughter was just the mum in a different font. She never used to believe it, but that was when she had present and dedicated parents. Now, it just seemed that with every addition to the Miller family, the less interested Kevin and Julie Miller became.
So here Y/N was, practically a mother to her three younger siblings.
Dylan is only a year younger than Y/N but is no less of a hassle, especially when his useless friends decide to crash at their place. But considering they had the most hectic house of Dylan’s friendship group, the Miller household was usually the last option.
Then there’s Anderson, he’s in his rebellious phase currently, getting to that point where he’s figured out that acting out could maybe get the attention of his parents. Though Y/N wasn’t sure how well his plans were working out.
Peach is the youngest and practically attached to Y/N’s hip. To an untrained eye, Y/N often looked like a teen mum as she took Peach with her to the grocery shopping. In fact, Y/N was sure that if the kooks in Figure Eight didn’t know her family, they’d sneer at her with the same ignorance that clouded their entire lives.
Y/N woke up glad - it’s the last day of school. Summer break looms. The idea of boneyard keggers and hot (but equally clueless) tourons, excited the girl. But she knew her summer reality would be looking after Peach, bailing Anderson out of jail and swatting away the affections of Dylan’s stupid friends.
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Dylan is already awake when Y/N comes knocking, taking extra close care to his hair.
“Oh, you’re up,” Y/N said, moving to ruffle his hair and grab the empty plate on his bedside cabinet.
“Jesus, fuck Y/N, was that really necessary?”
“Hey maybe if you spent more time on assignments than your hair you wouldn’t have to take so many summer classes - oh yeah, mum might not remember, but I do, and you will be going.”
“But it’s summer, surely it’s a violation to my human rights to go to school.”
“I’m sure you’ll survive, and maybe when you finally pass this year, you’ll thank me. Breakfast in 10.”
Dylan just flips his sister off, going back to admiring himself in the mirror.
Y/N next goes to Peach’s room to find her awake and rummaging through her draws.
“Hey, princess, what are you thinking for the last day? Third grade finished already, you’ll be my age soon, wheeling me into the retirement home.”
Peach erupts into giggles, pulling out a little pink summer dress and grabbing her pink sandals to complete the ensemble.
“All pink, we love. Breakfast in 10, alright, don’t want you to be late for the last day.”
Anderson’s room is last, Y/N doesn’t bother knocking on her parent’s door. Kevin is probably already down on Judy - his beloved boat. The room is typical of a 14 year old boy, it stunk, his weed paraphernalia was badly hidden and there was a lump of pillows under the cover instead of a boy.
Shrugging, Y/N picked up the dirty mugs in his room and moved downstairs. She’d been awake nearly an hour now but was still unsure of what to make for breakfast. Opening the fridge gave her the only possible answer, leftover pizza from the previous night and maybe a porridge pot, though considering there were only two siblings to account for, it would do.
Dylan and Peach joined her in the kitchen shortly after, each taking a slice or two of pizza.
“No Anderson and pizza for breakfast? Watch out, we'll be calling CPS as soon as we’re outside.“
“You don’t know where the bug is? Why does that boy insist on giving me early onset cardiac issues?”
“Don’t take it too to heart, I’m sure he’ll turn up by the second period.”
“Okay, go to school now. Dylan, are you okay to drop Peach off, I’ll pick her up.”
Dylan nods and ushers the youngest out of the door and to his car. Y/N lets out a sigh when she sees them leave the driveway and makes her way to the back door. Through the sliding door she can see her dad, Kevin on Judy instructing John B, the kid who worked on the boat, what to do. Y/N puts two slices of pizza on a plate and grabs an apple and ventures out to the dock.
“Morning Y/N.”
“Morning, John B, can I interest you in an apple? It’s all we have I’m afraid.”
“No worries, any breakfast is breakfast when you’re a pogue.”
“Oh John B, you know I don’t believe in all that sub-par class warfare bullshit.”
“Of course you don’t, but that’s very easy to say when you’re on the other side.”
“Touche.”
Y/N doesn’t say anymore, but moves to give her dad his breakfast. She liked John B and hoped he didn’t see her like the other kooks. Sure Rafe Cameron frequented her house, but she’s nothing like him.
“Thanks, squirt.”
Despite the nickname, Kevin was absent as ever, not moving to look at her.
“You’re children are off to school, don’t worry.”
Silence.
“Oh thank you Y/N, I really don’t know what we’d do without you! You’re such a gem, you’re really unappreciated and we don’t deserve you! Thanks dad, I really needed to hear that. Are you coming later?”
“Where?” Kevin grunted, with pizza in his mouth.
“My graduation? Did you forget that was today?”
The awkward silence was enough of an answer for Y/N.
“Sorry squirt, I promised to go to the mainland to pick something up for your mother.”
With that, Y/N stormed off Judy, towards the house and into her room. When she sat down on her bed she could think about what just happened. She knew her parents didn’t care about her, but missing their first child’s graduation for a small errand to the mainland?
Now that the house was quiet again, she could get ready - she was graduating today and as valedictorian she wants to look her best. Julie, her mum, is in Washington on some mysterious job venture, Y/N wasn’t told until she came down in the morning a few days ago and saw Julie with her suitcases. She guessed that one positive of her parents’ absenteeism is her ability to steal Julie’s expensive jewelry to wear.
Y/N looked in the mirror, she did clean up nice when she wanted to. Her lengthy hair is in a half-up, half-down style, with minimal makeup and a red knee-length dress. The dress hugged her figure and complemented her graduation gown perfectly. Too bad none of her family would be there to see it. She knew deep down that Peach and Dylan would’ve attended if possible, and Anderson would maybe even make an appearance, especially if there was food involved.
Y/N put her matching red heels on and grabbed her cap from her closet. After one final look in the mirror and putting her printed speech into her bag, the young girl made her way down the stairs.
To her surprise, none other than John B sat in her kitchen drinking a glass of water.
“You clean up nice kook,” said John B, a smug smirk on his face.
“Thank you, John. Don’t you have graduation today?”
“Eh, yeah. I’m just going for the food though, school isn’t really my thing…” John B looked closer at her cap. “I’m practically the opposite to you Miss Valedictorian”.
“Hmm, well at least someone in this house noticed, thank you John B. I’m going now, I didn’t notice your van out front, you need a lift to yours?”
“Is that really on your way, wouldn’t want Miss Valedictorian to be late to her own event, you got a speech ready?”
“I do as a matter of fact, but I want to be just on time, minimise the time people have to ask about the whereabouts of my parents. So, do you want a lift or not?”
“Sure thing, Miss Valedictorian.”
Y/N doesn’t acknowledge the nickname, but secretly loved it, it was a joke, but at least someone was appreciating her achievements. Peach would, she knows, but she’s not really at the point of understanding what it means and the others really are wildcards.
She led John B out to her small car, a baby blue Beetle. The boy smiled at her choice in car,
“I’m sure that a kook like you could afford better than this.”
“Don’t insult Shelby in her presence, weren’t you ever taught manners? Now get it and give me directions.”
The drive was fun, not that John B would tell Y/N that. He enjoyed her music choice, Mac Miller blasting from her speakers and the windows were fully rolled down, damned be her hair.
Y/N neared the chateau and came to a stop. There were a few people sitting on the porch, looking over in confusion.
“Yo, what’s with the kook-mobile, John B?” The blonde yelled from his seat on the beaten-up couch.
When John B only turned to Y/N to say thank you, the interest peaked on the porch. The little gang of pogues moved towards the car.
“John B, I didn’t realise your job came with a taxi service, why did I have to drop you off this morning?” The blonde, once again.
“Lay off JJ, this is Y/N Miller, she’s the daughter of Kevin, the guy whose boat I work on. She’s on her way to her graduation and offered me a lift.”
“Since when are kook graduations on the Cut?” The other boy interjected.
Y/N decided to speak up, “if I knew an act of kindness would cause so much strife, I’ll just let you walk home next time. Now, I do have somewhere to be, so it was nice to see you, John B. I'm sure I’ll see you again this week.”
“Bye Miss Valedictorian, good luck with your speech,” John B said, getting out of Shelby.
“You’re the valedictorian?” Kiara finally spoke, face shocked.
“Yeah, surprising what happens when you show up for school right?” Y/N snapped, angrier than she intended.
“Oh yeah, sorry. I guess I thought that maybe Sarah would get it, especially if Ward has anything to do with it.” Kiara grimaced, she didn’t mean to offend the Miller girl.
“You can’t buy the valedictorian title, well I’m sure you could, but not to flex, but my grades were miles better. If we’re being really ironic though, Ward technically does pay for the valedictorian,” Y/N said with a smile, not meaning to brandish her academic success in their faces.
A chorus of “huhs?” from the pogues surrounding her car told Y/N that they weren’t catching her drift.
“I’m Ward Cameron’s assistant. Sorry, I didn’t make that very clear.”
“You have a job, but you’re a kook?” the blonde, JJ, said.
“Yes, blondie, some of us do have to look out for ourselves, didn’t your parents tell you not to judge a book by its cover. I’ll see you around. Bye John B.”
Y/N backed out of the road, heading back to Figure Eight, with her graduation starting in 10 minutes, she had massively overstayed her welcome at John B’s. If she weren’t so busy, Y/N always thought she’d like to be friends with John B and his crew, they had an unmistakable family bond that Y/N craved. She loves her siblings but they are still grappling with the idea of give and take, mainly fixating on the taking aspect.
Y/N pulled up to school, and took out her phone, dropping a text to Anderson pleading with him to at least make it to two classes today. Even with her phone safely away in her bag, Y/N couldn’t quite bring herself to get out of the car. Happy families surrounded her everywhere she looked, she couldn’t handle the stares when she walks in alone. Well, it’s now or never she says to herself.
Walking isn’t as bad as she suspects, Mr Morgan, her English teacher, meets her at the door and takes her to her seat, explaining the mechanisms of the ceremony and when she’ll make her speech.
The hall, however, is the reminder that Y/N was dreading. The two seats she had booked for her parents sat empty, standing out like a sore thumb in the packed hall. She made her way to the student section with her head down. However, before Y/N could sit she was apprehended by an excitable Sarah Cameron.
“Y/N! Hi! I heard you’re valedictorian, well done! I don’t know how you managed, with all the work and your siblings, you really are amazing.”
“Thanks, Sarah.”
The words sting, despite their pure intentions. She’s a kook, she shouldn’t have to work, and she should have parents who care for her and her siblings, but some things just aren’t meant to be, clearly. Y/N sat in her assigned seat and willed the ceremony to go fast, though she wasn’t looking too forward to her speech. The diversion to the chateau meant that Y/N had no time to look over it again.
The ceremony started and the hall quietened down. Principal Stoney started her opening speech, basking in the spotlight when the hall door bursts open and interrupts. In the doorway stands Anderson. His hair is disheveled and the clothes are torn, probably from the nightly activities with the skateboard he held in his hand. The boy scanned the hall, eyes falling on the empty seats with the name Miller and then Y/N herself. He gives her a small wave and pushes past the Figure Eights families to the seats.
Principal Stoney just restarts, a slight bewildered look on her face.
When it was time for her speech, Y/N didn’t even feel real, like she floated to the stage and was possessed. Her speech went well from what she could gather, Mr Morgan gave her a thumbs up and Anderson hollered, much to the dismay of the families around him. But he was even worse when she received her diploma.
As families spilled onto the field for fancy food and photo opportunities, Y/N wrangled Anderson to the side before he could raid the food stalls.
“Anderson, what the fuck? First you didn't come home last night and then crash my graduation?”
“Hey, I’m sorry about last night, me and the boys got carried away skating and I crashed on Oscar’s couch. I’m sorry, I should’ve called. And as for now, you think I’m going to let my smart-ass VALEDICTORIAN sister graduate without anyone being here to holler? You’re dead wrong.”
The sentiment fills Y/N’s heart with joy and tears threaten to spill. Anderson’s never been good with feelings, it was nice to know that he did care.
“Mum and dad can go fuck themselves, if they don’t see how great you are then they’re blind.”
“Thanks, bug. It means a lot. Now don’t eat too much, people are probably already annoyed that you’re here.”
Anderson shrugs, he couldn’t care less what they thought, he was here to eat and show off his sister.
“Congratulations Y/N!”
The voice of Y/N’s boss, Ward Cameron, was easily identifiable. Y/N puts on her confident face and turns to see the whole Cameron brigade, minus Wheezie.
“Thank you, Mr Cameron.”
“You know, I just don’t know how you get it done, working for us and dealing with your siblings…” Rose says, the last part fading out as she watches Anderson walk back to his sister with his arms piled high with fancy horderves.
“It’s tough, yeah, but what wouldn’t you do for your family?”
“Of course, of course, sorry for any implications, where is the old man, I know Julie is off on business, but Kevin has to be proud, I didn’t see him in the hall?” Ward’s voice feigned sincerity, but the Miller siblings saw right through it. Before Anderson could respond, Y/N replied.
“Dad is also doing business on the mainland, at the last minute. He’s devastated, really,” it's not convincing, even to her. Y/N can tell she hasn’t convinced the Camerons either. Sarah gives her a sad look, Rose attempts to mirror her step-daughter but fails, Ward looks slightly smug, like he’s trying to hide it but Rafe doesn’t even try to hide it like his dad, a massive smirk on his face.
“What are your plans for the summer Miller?” Y/N is surprised when it’s Rafe who asks the question.
“Well, I’ll be working for your dad, if he’ll have me, I still have my volleyball coaching in the tourist season and there’s never a dull moment with these around,” Y/N puts her arm around Anderson.
Looking for a quick exit, she looks at her watch.
“Oh, if we go now, you can still catch your last two periods. Kids, am I right?” She gestures at Rose and Ward, “we’ll be off now, I’ll see you next week?”
The Camerons nod as Y/N pulls Anderson away and towards the car park. But before they can fully escape, they’re stopped by Mr Morgan.
“You think you can leave without a photo and a proper goodbye, I didn’t think you were that kind of girl, Miller.”
“Of course not, Mr Morgan, here,” she hands Anderson her phone, “take a picture please.”
Anderson does so, taking about 50 at once.
“Okay, okay, let's get one of you two, you can’t not have a proper graduation picture, especially not when you’re valedictorian.”
Mr Morgan takes the phone and smiles at the siblings. When the impromptu photoshoot ends, Y/N is glad, despite it pushing back her escape.
“Y/N, on a serious note, you are always welcome in my classroom, you’ve been a pleasure, and don’t tell anyone, but you were my favourite. And you, I hope you’ll be just as good next year sir,” he says turning to Anderson, “although considering you’re here and not in class doesn’t bode well.”
“Thank you, sir, really. But you are completely right, and that’s why we’re bouncing now, so he can get two at least two periods.”
Mr Morgan smiles at the two when they start to run to the car. He’s always felt sad for the eldest Miller, and her parents absence did not go unnoticed.
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“I’ll see you later, I know you guys will probably crash a kegger, but at least come home before you go?”
“Yeah, yeah, okay, who knows maybe I’ll see you there?”
Anderson laughs and gets out of the car, he knows his sister won’t especially when Peach will be home. Y/N watches him go into the building and stays a couple minutes to make sure he doesn’t sneak back out when he thinks she’s gone.
But Y/N barely gets time to breathe, as she’s down to the elementary school to pick up Peach. The girl in all pink is waiting with a gaggle of friends and shrieks when she sees the blue car.
“Y/N! Y/N! I got the “most improved” in drama!”
Y/N opens the door and picks up Peach, spinning her round and congratulating her.
“Well done, bubs. This calls for a celebration, it’s the first day of summer and the boys won’t be out for another couple of hours - what do you want to do?”
Peach doesn’t even need a second to think.
“Lemonade stand!”
Huh? Y/N was prepared for an answer closer to maybe a princess party or surfing lessons, but a lemonade stand?
“Are you sure?”
“You said we could do whatever I want!”
“Okay, okay, let’s go then we’ve got a lot to do.”
Satisfied with getting her way, Peach got in the car and demanded that the next stop was the craft store.
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The next 90 minutes were gruelling. Peach spared no expense, Y/N was lucky that she still had the credit card Julie gave her. But she knew it would all be worth it. And it was.
Peach chose a spot right in the middle of the beach and the stall was already making a profit. Y/N knew kooks just couldn’t resist the temptation to look good and what was better than giving a generous tip to a child’s lemonade stand?
But with a successful kook-trap came the kook assholes. Namely Rafe, Topper and Kelce.
“Three lemonades please. Apricot, right?” Rafe said with a smirk.
“You know it’s Peach asshole.”
“That’s a bad word, Y/N,” Peach mumbled, clearly upset about being called apricot of all things.
“Yeah that’s a bad word, Miller, you should listen to Apricot a little more.”
“Maybe, you should listen to your college professors, oh wait, you dropped out, my bad, must be a bit of an open wound judging by the look on your face. I bet daddy wasn’t impressed.”
“Excuse me, you bitch, how dare you talk to me like that.”
“Run along, lap dog, we don’t need your money.”
Rafe goes to say something but Topper and Kelce hold him back.
“Bro, don’t get it shit with your pops over a fucking lemonade,” Topper warned.
With a final “fuck off”, Rafe Cameron stalked away to his car, his gang of cowards following, but not without Topper placing a crisp $20 bill in the tip jar. Peach mumbled and thank you and Y/N just nodded to Topper, too tired to say anything more.
And if her afternoon couldn’t get any worse, the prickly blonde from this morning strolled over to the stand.
“I’ll have four lemonades please.”
Peach gasped and accepted his money right away, getting to work on the drinks.
“I’ve seen many a kook-trap in my time, Miller, but not many operated by Kooks themselves. Impressive ingenuity.”
“Thanks - JJ, was it? Peach here won “most improved” in her drama class and this is what she wanted to do in celebration”
“Cute, Miller, didn’t take you as a softy earlier.”
Peach announces that she’s finished with the pogue’s drinks, he puts another $5 in the tip jar and grabs the drinks.
“Miller, there’s a kegger at the boneyard tonight, wanna come? I’m sure at least one of your brothers will crash.”
“Sorry JJ, someone’s gotta look after the little one, maybe another time, if you can stand being around a kook for that long.”
“I think I can make an exception, especially if they look like you Miller,” he winks, “boneyard tonight, if you change your mind.”
Y/N blushed, but she knew she couldn’t, she couldn’t leave a nine year old at home, even if Kevin was there, there was no guarantee that Peach would be fed and given adequate attention.
“He’s pretty, you should go.”
“Peach, honey, you know I can’t, I can’t leave you at home.”
“But I could go to Jenny’s, she’s having a sleepover tonight, I forgot to ask earlier, I got too excited about the lemonade stand.”
“Okay, you can go to Jenny’s, but promise not too much candy?”
“Only if you promise to go with him tonight.”
Peach was proving to be just as mischievous as her brothers.
“Okay fine.”
“Go tell him then.”
“Huh?”
“I won’t believe you unless you go tell him now that you'll be there!”
Y/N groans, but gets up to follow the blonde. As she nears, she shouts,
“Hey JJ! I’ll be there tonight, at the boneyard, I’ll be there.”
“Didn’t take too long for you to change your mind then, am I just that irresistible?”
“No? What? Of course not! It’s just Peach - she’s a master manipulator, and she’s only nine!”
“Sure, Miller, if that’s what you want me to believe, I’ll see you later, sweetheart.”
Y/N turned, she should cringe, but she finds herself blushing as she walks back to Peach.
“Don’t say anything, missy, you’ve done enough, let’s pack up and get you ready for Jenny’s. You young ones are such troublemakers, damn.”
A/N: I am not American, so I hope that the graduation stuff makes sense, from someone who has no real clue what happens there lol
#obx#outer banks#jj maybank#jj maybank imagine#obx imagine#outerbanks imagine#john b routledge#kiara carrera#pope heyward#rafe cameron#sarah cameron#ward cameron#jj maybank x y/n#jj maybank x kook!reader#jj maybank x reader
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The Umbrella Girl (part 5)
Your first date with Cillian, and the aftermath...
Taglist @queenshelby @margoo0 @being-worthy @peakyscillian @ntmynouis @janelongxox @elenavampire21 @noctvrnalmoth
Warnings - language, and there's smut in this one 😉
You felt your pulse start to race. The nerves flowing through you like a river. You hadn't been on a date for more than 6 years. Steph had come over to help you get ready and calm your nerves.
"So where's he taking you?" Steph asked as she straightened the back of your hair. You sat at your mum's dressing table with a glass of wine.
"He wouldn't tell me, just said to wear something comfortable and be ready for 6:30," you smiled taking a sip of wine.
"And his revelation?" Steph raised an eyebrow at you in the mirror. You'd told her about it the next day, Steph was your sister and you trusted her with your life.
"It wasn't his fault, anyone in their right mind would know that. I plan on talking to him properly tonight, he needs to decide what he's going to do. Hiding from it will just make it worse." You remembered how upset he'd been and felt your eyes watering again.
"Don't you dare, that mascara isn't waterproof!" Steph pointed the straighteners at you, making you laugh. "You're right though. He's the sweetest guy on set. I knew you two would hit it off." Your turn to raise an eyebrow now.
"You planned this, didn't you?"
"Maybe. Worked though, didn't it?" She smirked. Your sister was devious, not that you minded. The doorbell suddenly rang, making you jump.
"Shit.. he's here!" Steph ran down the stairs to let him in, you heard her say to wait in the lounge while you finished putting your makeup on. Steph came back into the room with a lipstick.
"Y/n... He looks amazing.. and he has a purple shirt on. You NEED this lipstick." She handed it to you, a beautiful shade of pale mauve. Perfect.
Once you were ready, you made your way downstairs. Your flowing black summer dress now accentuated with a pale purple necklace and matching earrings (loaned from Steph) and a black handbag and heels. Your feet were already aching from the heels - you never wore them - but you'd manage. There would likely be a restaurant involved at some point, you be seated for the most part.
Cillian was waiting in the living room in his purple shirt, smart dark blue jeans and boots, Emily sat next to him on the sofa, your mum watching them play I-Spy from the armchair. He glanced at you, and back at Emily.
"I spy with my little eye.... Something beautiful." He said, and Emily looked around the room and saw you, her mouth dropping. She'd never seen you like this.
"Mommy!!!" She ran over to you and wrapped her arms round your waist.
"Well I was going to say you Emily, but I guess your mama looks okay," he smiled, standing up to kiss your cheek softly. You batted his arm playfully, before picking your girl up to hug her tight.
"You be a good girl for Aunty Steph, okay?" Emily smiled and nodded. You turned to Steph and hugged her. "Thank you..."
Steph took Emily from you and smiled. "I've got snacks, movies, games, and.... I may have bought pancakes and waffles for breakfast..." Emily squealed with delight - sleepovers with Aunty Steph ALWAYS meant pancakes for breakfast! Your mum stood up in her nurses uniform and grabbed her bag. Normally she would have had Emily for you but she had a night shift tonight, hence Emily going to Steph's. It was easier for her to sleep there tonight rather than disturb her later.
"Have a great time y/n, and be careful, okay?" She kissed your cheek and squeezed Cillian's arm warmly. He nodded, and promised her you'd have a good night and he'd get you home safe. Your mum smiled and headed out the door to drive to work. Steph followed, with Emily and her overnight bag, leaving you and Cillian alone. He pulled you close and kissed your lips.
"Where are you taking me then Mr Murphy?"
"It's a surprise, but you need new shoes. Those heels look like agony!" He laughed. You agreed, and changed to a smaller, more comfortable pair.
Sitting in his car later that night, you smiled at the view. You'd been to the coast plenty of times before with Emily, but never at night. It looked so peaceful and tranquil. You had spent the evening in a small Italian restaurant in town, sharing a pizza and a bottle of wine. Cillian only had one as he was driving, but you were happy to finish the rest - although you were slightly slightly tipsy leaving the restaurant, you'd sobered up a little now.
"We need to talk about this Cillian, you can't avoid it forever." The alcohol making you feel braver, as you broached the subject he'd been so desperate to avoid all evening. He took your hand across the centre console.
"I've been thinking about it non stop since that talk in Sophie's trailer. I can't allow her to control me and my life - I'm sick of walking on eggshells. Afraid to move forward. I need to just get on with it, I'll just have to deal with the consequences won't I.." his voice trailed off and you squeezed his hand.
"I'm here too? You're not dealing with it on your own." He looked over at you and smiled, leaning in to kiss your lips softly. It soon intensified, both of you leaning into each other somewhat awkwardly over the gear stick and centre console trying to get to the other. You pulled away and looked into his eyes.
"I thought we were taking it slowly... If you keep kissing me like that I'm gonna break my promise..." He whispered, and turned on the ignition. You sat back in your seat, feeling the heat burning in your core. There was no way you were taking it slow, you needed him and soon.
15 minutes later you were outside your house on the doorstep, tongues down each others throats while his hands roamed over your back and down your legs. You fumbled in your bag for your keys, opening the door and crashing inside, bodies pressed together in the hallway. You pushed him back to catch your breath, before checking your watch.
"My mom won't be home for at least 3 hours..."
"You're seriously overestimating my stamina here y/n..." You giggled and led him upstairs to your room, thanking your earlier self for tidying it the day before. Your bodies fell together again when you closed the door, he lifted you off the floor and wrapped your legs round his waist, pressing you against the wall.
"I want you..." You almost growled in his ear as his erection pressed against your heat. He led you over to the bed, pulling your dress over your head and his shirt over his, trailing kisses down your neck and over your breasts. He lay you down, unclipping your bra as his mouth took one of your breasts, circling your nipple with his tongue. Your head pushed back against the mattress, hands gripping his hair as you pushed your hips up to meet him.
"Steady now.. I'll get there, don't worry..." And get there he did. Slowly moving his mouth lower, before peeling your panties down your legs, his lips brushing over your core lightly, teasing you.
"Cillian... Please...." He chuckled lightly before opening your legs as wide as they could. No one had ever done this to you before, you were both nervous and excited. In fact, no one else had actually given you an orgasm - you'd only been with one man, Emily's father, and he wasn't exactly hot on the foreplay side of things. Your thoughts were broken by Cillian's tongue suddenly on your clit, and you had to bite your tongue to stop yourself crying out his name. Your hips were grinding against his face now, mouth open as he took you to new levels of pleasure.
"Oh my god..." Your core was on fire as he pushed a finger inside slowly, followed by a second. Hooking them forwards, you felt an unfamiliar but incredible surge of heat. "Don't you dare stop...."
"Keep making those noises... Fuck... you taste and feel incredible..." he was back on you, sucking and licking harder now, his fingers pounding deep. Your orgasm built quickly, and you came hard - your back arched against the bed panting his name over and over. Once you'd calmed, his body was over you, your hands reaching down, pulling his jeans and boxer shorts down over his hips.
"Are you -"
"I've had the coil for three years, I was checked after my ex walked out.. you -"
"Checks done after the witch.. no one since.. ah shit...." he groaned, pushing into you agonisingly slow, filling you completely. You both stayed still for a while, just enjoying the feeling of being connected.
"I need you... Fuck me Cillian, please..." his hips moved, in and out before increasing the pace and the pressure. You could feel wetness leaking from you as he thrusted into you. You raised your hips to meet each thrust, sending you both closer to the edge.
"This isn't gonna be my best performance y/n... You're too beautiful... Feels too good..."
"If you think you're done after this you have a screw loose Murphy..." His thrusts were almost primal, your nails scraping over his back - Steph was going to have a hard time covering those in makeup on Monday..
"I'm gonna come y/n..."
It hit you like a steam train - you suddenly came hard with him, and felt his breathing labour as he spilled into you, his cum covering your walls.
"Jesus y/n.. you okay?" He was still inside you, kissing your neck softly.
"I'm amazing.. never better... Don't move.." you wrapped your legs round his waist keeping him inside as long as possible. He laughed, and rested his forehead on yours.
"You meant what you said?"
"About what?"
"I'm not done am I?"
"Fuck no. I haven't had sex in 6 years Murphy, buckle up." He chuckled and you could feel him harden inside you again as you clenched your muscles around him. His lips were on yours quickly, this was going to be a long night.
The following morning you woke from the deepest sleep you'd had in years. Cillian's body was gone though, which confused you. You stretched and climbed out of bed, you could smell breakfast being cooked which was odd. You looked at your watch, 8am, your mum would still be in bed...
Walking into the kitchen you found him knocking up bacon, eggs and sausages. A coffee cup on the counter waiting for you.
"What are you doing up? I was planning on bringing this up to you?" He felt your hands wrap around his waist as you kissed his back through his t shirt.
"What are YOU doing?"
"I went to the corner shop an hour ago - thought the least I can do is cook breakfast. Might stop your mam from killing me when she finds out I'm here?"
"You're something else, you know that?" His phone rang before you could kiss his lips. He frowned, answering it. He handed you the cooking utensils and walked into the living room to take the call. A few minutes later he walked back in, a worried look in his eyes.
"You're on Facebook, right? Can you have a look on there please?" You opened the app on your phone and gasped. There was a photo of the two of you all over facebook - you were leaving the restaurant hand in hand, another of the two of you kissing, another of his hand on your backside after a cheeky pinch when he opened the car door for you, someone must have spotted you and followed you back to your house - the final photo being of the two of you all over each other on your front doorstep. You couldn't help but laugh a little.
"Well... This kisses goodbye to 'taking it slow' doesn't it?" You smiled.
"We kissed goodbye to that last night y/n... I'm so sorry..."
"Why? I knew what I was getting into?"
"Because Lisa is gonna see this, and it's about to get ugly, that's why."
"Bring it on Murphy. Remember, we're in this together." You linked your fingers with his and kissed him. Ready to face it, side by side.
How bad could it be, really?
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worst case scenario part 5
finally!! so sorry its been an age to anyone still here but lives been interesting atm so.... also this really feels a bit rambley and the ending is deff underdeveloped but I just kind of wanted this done tbh x
[previous part] [part 1]
warnings: hospitals - ICU, ventilation that sort of stuff, just a lot of ANGST post a difficult birth - please don't read if this could be upsetting for you, and my inbox is always open if u wanna chat :)
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In a complete 360 degree flip from earlier that day, after leaving the hospital Tom had become obsessively attached to Aurora. They’d got back to his parents place in Tom’s car; Aurora in the carseat Y/n and Tom had ready in their car door for her arrival. Clearly his parents had already pre-warned his brothers, who had thankfully already gone over to Tom and Y/n’s - collecting the Moses basket amongst other items Harry had been listed off from his mother.
Apart from explaining a little behind her name to his parents on the journey back, Tom had spoken very little, choosing to keep himself to himself - physically stationing himself beside the Moses basket the whole time. Of course, there had been a bit of light conversation and almost procedural passing round of Aurora between all her uncles and grandparents, which Tom had kept a wether eye on - but ultimately not engaged.
He also knew that physically his body was failing him. Although eating a little of the lasagne Sam had made for everyone, he could only stomach a minuscule amount, which did little to boost his energy levels. It felt as though sleeping was the enemy, because he was neither ready to leap into the car if the phone went; or to hear the smallest sound from the wicker basket, suggesting something was wrong. So as much as he tried to fight it, before even nine o’clock he began to dose off on the familiar couch of his parents sitting room - occasionally jerking himself awake before loosing the fight once again.
Nikki had tried to gently push him to take a break in the spare bedroom, which had been Tom’s before he’d moved out, but was unsuccessful - every time he retaliated with a stern shake of his head, while checking his phone just in case he’d missed a notification. Eventually Nikki relented, later in the evening both her and Dom retiring to bed; once Sam had agreed to stick around downstairs till a bit later - as a chef he worked till late in the nights, so even on his days off like today, his sleep schedule was just a little fucked.
Left alone with his new little niece and now pretty firmly asleep brother, Sam draped a blanket over the latter just in time for Aurora to start fussing in the need of a bottle. His mum had explained how to do everything, how to mix the formula and heat it up, so after scooping up the little wriggling girl in the hope his brother wouldn’t get disturbed, Sam dealt with her. To be honest no matter how clueless and useless he felt, Aurora was just so cute - if a little wrinkly and alien looking, but in a good way. This was the first baby any of them had had, so the first time Sam experienced this instant connection and love for the little being that was his niece or nephew. It was terrifying, lifting the bottle against her lips for the first time, but then it just sort of seemed to work. She was incredibly smart for less than 24 hours old, instantly latching on, like she had done for Haz at the hospital.
That gave Sam a little confidence in his ability as an uncle, giving himself a satisfied nod while swaying from the kitchen to move back into the living room. It was just a preference to be within reach of Tom… just in case. His poor brother still hadn’t moved, slumped against the corner of the sofa, leaning toward the now empty Moses basket. Normally, Sam seeing his supposed heart throb of a brother looking as rough as he did now - double chin, mouth hanging slightly open, deep sunken eyes - he would’ve taken a photo to blackmail him with. Now though, it was just desperately sad, seeing his brother like this, hand still clutching his phone tightly above the blanket.
Rather hoping the calm would last for a while, Sam successfully finished off feeding Aurora; winded and then put her down to sleep again just in time. Because, perhaps expectedly, Tom’s phone began to blare off the default iPhone ringtone making Tom jump and throw the device across the room as he awoke with a start. Sam ran to grab it off the floor, mainly with the hope of turning it off before Aurora was awoken too - knowing that it was best tonight to tackle one thing at a time.
And so he immediately swiped to answer the call, not even registering who the call was from, much rather just wanting the noise to stop.
“Hello?”
“Sam? It’s Harrison” Tom had jumped up from his seat hovering beside Sam with petrified look. It took barely seconds for Tom to snatch the phone back, launching questions down the receiver.
“Slow down would you? Y/n is fine I was just phoning to check in.”
“Oh er yeh… um sorry I just… just thought…”
“It’s the other way mate. Nurse says she’s starting to get there cos first she moved her arm a bit when we pinched her shoulder and then I just called because she started to like gag and now the ventilator thing is gone.”
“W-what?”
“I think she’s breathing by herself? Like she’s got an oxygen mask instead of the tubes down her throat.” Clearly Harrison was not, by any means, a medical expert.
“They said she would have the ventilator for a few days at least.”
“I guess Y/n got bored? To be fair she couldn’t ever sit still.”
“I’m coming to you.”
“Tom it’s nearly midnight, I was supposed to be kicked out at 10. Just come back in the morning, they won’t let you in I’m pretty certain.”
“What if she wakes up!”
“Then they’ll call you! She’s getting better Tom you should be try and relax for like a second.”
“FUCK OFF HAZ! If she wakes up all alone and terrified then-“
“I’m not going to having a screaming match on the phone with you. I think we both know you wanting to come is more for you than for Y/n, because Y/n would want you to be looking after Aurora.”
Again guilt tripping using the newborn. Harsh but effective. Stopping Tom’s anger dead in it’s tracks.
“Look I can put the nurse on for her to tell you they won’t let you in and they’ll call if anything happens - but you already know that.”
“Yeh sorry fine … I know don’t bother.”
“Okay… I’m was gonna head back to my place and I know you’ve probably got your mum begging to fuss over Aurora but if-“
“Can you come?”
“Didn’t need to ask mate.”
And that’s how the night went. Until Harrison arrived at the Holland family home, Tom had spent the time pacing back and forth, blatantly ignoring the pleas of Sam just to sit down. Once he arrived though, going through all the updates in a lot more detail Tom seemed, for the first time, optimistic. By no means could you call him relaxed or happy - but compared to the rollercoaster that had been the last 24 hours, Harrison thought that was more than enough. Aurora had started fussing again at 1 but by the time it had turned into a full blown scream at Tom, Sam already had the bottle ready. It took a little bit of encouragement and promise that Tom would be able to feed her but actually, she instantly latched on, settled in her Dad’s hold while guzzling down the contents of the bottle.
After a bit of winding she ended up falling asleep on her dads chest, only when he felt himself start to flag did Tom place her back in the basket. Harrison and him ended up crashing on the sofas, Sam retiring to his own room. Phone still tightly clutched in Tom’s grip.
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The first thing Y/n became properly aware of was this intense heaviness all over her body. It felt as though her limbs were all composed completely of lead, meaning as much as she was just craving rolling over, it was as though her own body was holding her down. A very alien feeling that unsettled her slightly, trying to shake of the misty feeling in her head to work it all out. It took a while to drag herself out of the depths of sleep, to the point where background noise slowly faded in - an alien beeping as well as distant shuffling making her heart thump with unease. Finally, perhaps most distressingly , her eyes felt glued shut. Not because they were heavy, in the way someone extremely sleep deprived cant keep their eyes open; rather stiff like they hadn’t been used in so long they’d rusted over or something.
The feeling was quite horrific and isolating- as though she were locked into her body without an escape in sight. Whilst trying to calm her racing thoughts, Y/n chose to focus completely on the one thing she could do. She could listen. She listened to the beeps, focusing on the type of sound, the way it chimed so regularly; and it’s form. It was familiar, for that she was sure but for now at least she couldn’t place it.
It felt like an investigation, trying with all her might to try and workout what the fuck was going on. To put it mildly.
The most useful clue though, a breakthrough if you will, is when a voice sounded - clear and familiar.
“Excuse me nurse?” It was Nikki. For sure. It was a clue, but didnt seem to make a hell of a lot of sense. Y/n was so focused on why the hell Nikki was apparently watching her sleep unconscious, she completely missed the reference to the nurse. As in hospital. As in Y/n was in hospital. “… I’m just going to swap out for my sons friend.”
“Harrison?” That voice seemed new and unfamiliar.
“Yes, he won’t be a second I’m sure.”
What was Harrison doing here too?
It was all very confusing and hurt Y/n’s brain to try and unpick. Gradually then, everything sort of melted away, diving back into the darkness.
The next time Y/n woke up things were different. This time she woke up like she would at any time of day. She woke up and her eyes followed suit. Not particularly easily, since as soon as they cracked open she was almost blinded by brilliant white lights, it taking a build up of willpower before she tried it again - bracing for the pain.
By now she knew something was wrong. She remembered all these patchy and hazy periods. All full of confusion and disorientation but with different voices keeping her at least semi calm. Familiar voices, all too often laced with such emotion. Especially Tom’s. She couldn’t remember what he had said, nor had she probably been able to understand it at the time - what stuck was the tone. The sadness, the hopelessness , the emptiness.
It was scary. But it made her want to help. Made her want to open her eyes.
After wincing at the dazzling white surroundings, Y/n blinked her eyes quickly, in an attempt to get them to adjust quicker. She saw an unfamiliar ceiling, one that was tiled in a similar way to her old school canteen. There was a weird pressure round her mouth, eyes quickly darting down to see edges of a clear mask pressed up against the bridge of her nose. That wasn’t it though, the further she looked the more her eyes panned down this pale blue blanket, following the outline of her legs to the bottom raised edge of the bed. The hospital bed.
Her hospital bed.
As much as she wanted to jump up in panic; physically right now that was an impossibility. So instead, Y/n focused on trying to gleam as much information from the situation. It took a hell of a lot of effort, her muscles literally stiff and ridgid with disuse but with a small groan her neck eventually agreed to follow orders. Just a small tilt to the left and suddenly Y/n felt so much more less panicked. Everything was that bit less scary because there was Tom.
Admittedly he didn’t look amazing, or even not bad. Tom was sat with his back pressed against the side of chair, so his body faced her. Had he not looked so ruined, Y/n would’ve laughed at the side of his face squashed into the back of the seat. But he did look horrific, for lack of a better word. His brown eyes were locked shut, but also looked puffy and red, while dark at the same time - as though he’d been attempting to gouge his own eyes out prior. He looked like he hadn’t slept in weeks, hence why he had appeared to have collapsed in the arm chair. At least though , he wasn’t in a hospital bed himself.
That was Y/n’s pleasure.
Her next job was to get her neck muscles to pull her head to the other side. It was a slow wincing gesture, yet she was so aware of another presence that needed to be addressed too. But actually it was 3 people.
Right at the back, a nurse sat on a little spinny chair, scribbling something down in a file of papers but to be quite honest that wasn’t were Y/n’s focus zeroed in on. Instead on Harrison who was sat in chair mirroring Tom, except instead of being passed out asleep he was cradling a baby. Her baby.
Y/n literally felt her heart in her throat at that point, eye widening almost comically. That was her baby - it must be? The monitors all started to loose their regularity as Y/n threw an uncoordinated limb to that side of the bed- already having realised her throat was way too scratchy to try to say anything comprehensible.
Immediately that got the attention of both the nurse, who immediately leapt up and called for support, as well as Harrison - who looked like he was seeing a ghost.
“Oh my-Y/n-?” Luckily he kept the baby safe in his arms rather than dropping her in shock, whilst Y/n kept her eyes locked onto the bundle in his arms. Nodding down, she tried to remove the mask (actually just very slightly knocking it to one side) and attempted to ask of the baby. Her throat, being inhumanly dry and scratchy, didn’t really work but Haz still got the message, scoffing in amazement.
“Aurora… here’s your mummy.” Harrisons voice was quiet and wavering as he delicately held Aurora against Y/n’s collar bone, the babies little tuft of har tickingling her chin. Now Y/n was crying with happiness, looking up at Haz’s icy blue eyes and questioning her name. Harrison confirmed with another disbelieving whisper, whilst the arm that wasn’t still holding Aurora clasped Y/n’s hand with a death grip. “Tom’s choice.”
The mention of him had both of them shift their gaze across the room to Tom’s chair. Even with all the developments, Tom still seemed completely unaware, fast asleep with the side of his face squished against the back of the chair making his lips slightly askew. Y/n were acutely aware of the small congregation of doctors that had accumulated in the corner of the bay but they seemed to be respectfully waiting before they would prod and poke. Haz went to call Tom’s name, before he could though, Y/n squeezed his arm and minutely shook her head. That wasn’t what the blue eyes boy had been expecting, causing Haz to unfold and bring Aurora back up to his chest as he quirked his eyebrows at her.
She didnt need to be filled in on the situation to know exactly what was happening. She had no idea why she was in the hospital bed; how long it had been since she’d given birth - but she knew all she needed to. From Harrisons unbelievably shocked face; and from the state of Tom - it hadn’t been good. Her fiancé looked almost ghostly, it seemed evident that he needed her. First then, she gestured to Haz for some water, which after a panicked look to the nurse; then from the nurse to various doctors; she was eventually given permission.
After somewhat alleviating the sandpaper feeling in her throat, Y/n then croakily asked for a bit of privacy. Right now the doctors all were gawking, Harrison assumed it to be because they’d all led him and Tom to believe she wouldn’t wake up for a while- and even then she was supposed to barely be awake, not able to talk and drink or anything of the sort. With an ecstatic nod Harrison, shuffled out - while doing so prompting the medical people to draw the curtains completely shut round the bay.
Already Y/n had tears welling up in her eyes, purely because she hated seeing him like this. He just looked so broken and shattered which honestly felt worlds worse than the labour she’d gone through. Her whole body still hurt, stiff and achy for reasons yet to be explained to Y/n. None of that mattered though, as she strained her arm out to the side in order to gently reach his knee that was folded up and sticking out awkwardly at an angle. After swallowing one again, Y/n squeezed round the joint and tried to shake it slightly. Instantly the man jumped up in his seat, heavy eyes blinking quickly and repeatedly as he tried to adjust to the room.
Being so sleep deprived and stressed out, Tom’s brain was not working normally, instead with a delayed haze as he apparently skipped over Y/n in the bed, rather surveying the the closed curtains and Harrison’s now empty chair. As he was lifting himself to sit more normally up, uncurling from the armchair, was when he noticed the hand on his knee. Breath caught in his chest, Tom instinctively bit his lip as his eyes gradually traced up the hand, to the forearm, up to the shoulder. It felt like a fever dream, as though all it would take is for him to move and she’d slip away again. But there were her green eyes, gleaming in a way that literally lifted a weight from his shoulders. Her smile was tired and a little confused, but so her - after spending days of just seeing all her features lax, Tom swore that it was the most beautiful thing in the world.
Only when Y/n finally croaked out a small ‘hi’ did Tom gain awareness of his body, or rather control of it, enough to leap up and leave over the bed - cradling her face in both his palms. Like a psycho he stared intently, swapping his focus from her left to her right eye like a madman.
“Your-I-I” He was trying to speak, trying to communicate all the thoughts and regrets of things he wished he’d said to her all at once. Weakly she reached up to fully remove the oxygen mask, dragging It down to below her chin, before squeezing his wrists in comfort. Only then did Tom notice the small puddle that had collected on her cheek, which made him realise he was absolutely bawling.
“You ‘kay?” Her voice was like sandpaper but everything about her was so completely Y/n and it was just giving Tom this unreal wave of euphoria. Physically incapable of replying, the brunette just scoffed, leaning over the bed even more so he could press his forehead on hers. He was laughing too, the fact she was asking him that seemed so preposterous, given all the tubes and wires attached to her at the moment. It took Y/n squeezing his wrist harder again to make him lean back a little, searching her eyes with his. She seemed so worried; seemed so full of concern - only then did Tom consider quite how much he’d ‘let himself go’ the past couple of days.
It had been two days since Aurora was born, only 48 hours. But the transformation was mad, none more so than mentally. 48 hours had quite literally changed everything for Tom; changed life forever and himself too. It was showing in his unshaven face, with unwashed greasy hair, everything just looking ‘tired’.
“‘m just really glad your awake.” It was so honest and sincere it did have Y/n wondering what had happened and for how long. What had she put her fiancé through?
“How long?”
“The worst two and a half days of my life… I got you now though, yeh?” Tom whispered wetly, while stroking the side of her cheek - wiping both his and her tears away.
“Always.”
The doctors and nurses then came in, podding and poking Y/n like no tomorrow while Harrison and Tom stood back a little - excitedly grinning at each other and the sleepy girl Haz was cradling, before Tom stole her off him. There was a momentary sick-to-his-stomach feeling after some of the professionals had cleared, seeing her eyes shut again felt like everything was crashing around him. Thankfully though, one of doctors noticed the look of despair on his face, explaining to the two men that she was just asleep normally. That although sh’ed spent along time unconscious, waking from a medical coma is in itself exhausting.
After the initial excitement of Y/n waking the next couple of days were pretty samey. She’d been moved down to a normal ward, no longer needed all the incessant bleeping machines but still had to stay in hospital. Tom found it tricky too, he just always felt he needed to be by her side ‘just in case’. In fact, it had been a source of a bit of tension between him and his fiancé - she could see how exhausted he was from looking after Aurora, plus the stress of being in the hospital for hours a day with her. As Y/n got better and more switched on to the state of him, she realised it was inevitable he’d crash at some point.
But after a week and a half in hospital - comprising of a baby, emergency surgery, 3 days on intensive care, followed by 8 on the ward - Y/n was discharged. Nikki and Dom moved in to Y/n and Tom’s place, to provide care support both for Aurora; and Y/n for the rest of her recovery; and secretly Tom for everything he’d been through.
She was still order on bed rest due to her surgical scars, so Tom and Nikki helped to set her up in the master bedroom as soon as they got in. Of course, everyone was aware of Toms odd mood that day. Until then the only thing he wanted was to get his fiancé back at home with him but now she was over the threshold his excitement and joy appeared to have been zapped out of him. In fact, he’d barely uttered more than a couple sentences. So once Y/n was properly comfortable and Dom had brought Aurora and the cot into the room, Tom’s parents quickly made themselves scarce.
Tom hadn’t stopped, finding some reason to rummage around in the chest of drawers m while Y/n chewed at her bottom lip, watching him.
“Tom?” All she got in response was a light hum. “Tom please will you come and sit down for a minute?”
“I just need to-“
“Tom!” Her exclamation finally properly got Tom to listen, jumping round to face her. “Please... please will you just stop for a second?” Y/n’s eyes felt as though they were boring holes in his skull. Really, Tom knew he’d be forced into this at some point because he couldn’t avoid Y/n. She had some power of mind reading over him. So with a defeated nod and sagging shoulders Tom rounded the bed, weaving between his side and Auroras cot - where she was sleeping soundly.
A silence overcame the room as he heavily planted himself on his side of the bed, mirroring Y/n’s posture leant against the headboard.
“I think we need to have an honest conversation T.”
“If you want.” Nothing about his reply was the picture of enthusiasm, causing Y/n to hesitate a little.
“Look I am so beyond grateful for everything you’ve done while I was in hospital... and it doesn’t take a genius to tell you’ve worked yourself half to death-“
“I’m fine-“
“Don’t lie to me. I know you’re trying to protect me but please... will you just talk to me? Honestly?”
His reply this time wasn’t completely unforeseeable but it still shocked Y/n quite how quickly it happened, especially almost unprovoked. Because that’s all it took for Tom to break, for the past 2 weeks to get their vengance, for all the repressed emotion to escape.
He was crying- well more accurately sobbing- into his hands, his back quaking. Naturally Y/n reached out to pull him into her side, suppressing the groan of pain as she moved a little too much for her abdomen to handle. “I’m here T. I got you and I’m not going anywhere m‘kay?”
And that’s how they stayed, for at least 10 minutes, with Tom crying into her shoulder as Y/n rubbed up and down his back. Eventually though, everything did calm down and Tom repositioned himself to lean his head on her shoulder just facing forward and focusing on playing with her fingers, lacing them fingers with his.
In all the time since she’d woken up, Y/n was yet to broach the subject of their babies name yet. She sensed it was a sensitive topic to say the least, so had thought it best to wait till they were properly alone - not in a ward of 6 strangers where the only privacy came in flimsy blue curtains.
“So…. Aurora huh? Thought it was too airy-fairy, head-in-the-clouds for you?” Smiling lightly, both of them were transported back to the pregnancy when they spent hours and hours bickering over names. Aurora had always been Y/n’s favourite but to Tom thought it was more a name for a hippy kid who went around clad in tie dye and bandanas.
“Still is a bit...but I needed a bit of a miracle and Iceland was in my head. Plus I sort of accidentally word vomited while shouting at Haz, for being nice to me.” Iceland as in when Tom had proposed under the aurora borealis in the freezing sky - when Y/n had agreed, promised even, to be with him forever.
“But you like it?”
“Of course... mother always knows best after all.”
“I think it suits her too. One of your best choices to date, listening to me.” Y/n mused, earning herself a very delicate but still playful elbow in the side before the room drifted back to a much more comfortable silence.
“We’re gonna get through this you know? Me, you and her, we’re together in this... I’m sorry I wasn’t in the beginning and I’m sorry I hurt you but now? I promise you got me and I’m not going anywhere…” Y/n needed to say it and needed Tom to properly listen. “ ...literally, I still cant walk properly.” Tom chuckled wetly at that, which made Y/n feel a lot better too.
To be completely honest, Tom was still hurt and he knew it’d take some mending to move past everything. By no means did he blame Y/n in anyway but just the fact he was left alone and abandoned - well, it was the worst time in his life. The way Y/n understood that and had apologised to him - if completely unnecessarily- meant everything. Meant she would help him to heal... whilst he helped her too.
“Can we just go to sleep? I need to wake up beside you in our bed not at tiny hospital one.” It was only 3 in the afternoon but because of Y/n’s medicine she was constantly drowsy and Tom? Tom was still in this permanent state of exhaustion. So it wasn’t so much of a weird request as it was on the face of it. With a nod, Y/n shuffled down on the bed a bit more resting her head against the top of Tom’s. It was exactly what they both needed, just a bit of peace with each other.
That lasted all of 5 minutes before Aurora woke and started to scream.
Life had most definitely changed. Especially for Tom. Because even though he was he was mentally and physically exhausted, he only appreciated his daughters screams whole heartedly... because Y/n was there groaning with a tired smile too. They were in this together.
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I really hope the ending didnt disappoint too much, im aware its rushed as hell, but thank you for getting this far! And I hope maybe this series has done a teeny tiny bit to normalise not everything in pregnancy and child birth being perfect - that there is morbidity and mortality associated. Obviously this is all fictional (esp the amazingly quick recovery and lack of neurological/other impairments) and not medically accurate in the slightest !!
my inbox is always open :) t x
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The Dinosaur and the Vampire Part Three (Carlisle Cullen x Reader)
Author: exquisitely-obsessed
Request: hi can you do a one shot for Twilight where the reader is best friends with Bella and is there at the car crash in the first movie, they go to hospital and that’s where the reader meets Carlisle, really fluffy, thanks
Word Count: 5000+
Pairings: Carlisle Cullen x Reader
Warnings: nothing
A/N: This is and this isn’t the final part of the story. I’ve already got a draft for a part four but it’s also going to be able to work as a one shot in itself. Here’s a hint - it’s got something to do with the plot of New Moon. Kinda obvious but I LOVE angst. My requests are open <3 But if you’re interested you should check out my masterlist here!!
previous part
Y/n felt crazy. It was the middle of the afternoon also the middle of a storm and she was standing on Bella’s doorstep, half-crying.
Her day trip to the Cullen’s house was only a few days ago and yet so much had changed since then. Bella was basically no where to be seen, now constantly spending time with Edward to the point where she even ditched school with him after Biology leaving y/n to drive herself home.
Moreover, the Carlisle incident had also wedged a gap between her and Bella. After the silent drive home back, y/n waited until Bella was busy with Charlie before heading to the nearest store and treating herself to an assortment of bathing items. New shampoo and conditioner, body wash, body scrub, shaving cream, razors, body lotion, leave in conditioner, facial oils; the list went on. Y/n knew she could never speak to Bella about it, too mortified over what Carlisle had said never mind the fact she was crushing on the 20-something year old doctor and (adoptive) father of Bella’s boyfriend.
All this combined with Jess talking her ear off about the dance, her parents pressuring her about college and her grades slipping; it had all become a bit too much. Her last straw was an argument with her mum about the dishes which left her storming out of the house, hopping the fence and knocking on Bella’s door. She couldn’t take it anymore, she needed her friend.
“Hey Charlie, is Bella in?” Y/n watched as Charlie took in her groggy appearance, wrapped in one of her dad’s old jumpers which had holes spotted along the sleeves.
“I’m sorry she’s not,” Charlie answered, his eyes tentative. Y/n tried not to act surprised, after all what did she expect. “She’s at the Cullen’s house, playing baseball or something.” Y/n could feel the angry tears prickling behind her eyes, she had never felt so alone and abandoned and she hated herself for it. She wanted with every inch of her heart to brush it off and just be happy for Bella’s newfound romance, but this seemed to come at the price of her own happiness. “Hey y/n are you okay-”
“Yeah.” Y/n answered a little too quickly, wrapping her arms around herself and nodding furiously. “It can wait. I think I’m going to go for a drive or something.” A somewhat forced smile slipped onto her cheeks as she tried to shake off her disappointment. “Could you tell Bella that I was asking after her?”
“Course.” Charlie said calmly, his gaze still soft and worried.
“Thanks, uh, bye Charlie. Have a nice evening.” Y/n splurted turning away from the door and hopping the fence. Without looking back y/n unlocked her car and quickly got inside, aware of Charlie’s lingering fatherly gaze. After sitting still for a moment, not quite sure what to do with herself she decided to drive down to La Push. The rocks, the ferocious waves, the abandoned feeling of the place. It was exactly what she needed. Trying not to let the tears brim over she turned on the radio and spluttered the engine to life.
Turning out of her driveway she felt better already. Some distance would be nice, plus she never knew who she might bump into along the way, it would be nice to see Jacob again. However, as she was driving down her street she noticed Bella’s red truck speeding toward her. From what she could see Edward was driving, a terrifying expression cut into his face as he glared at the road; Bella peering at him with an estranged fear, tears in her eyes. Y/n only saw them for a second before they passed, headed for home.
Had they been fighting? Y/n’s heart lurched for Bella. Despite Bella’s lack of communication recently, y/n still understood how much Edward meant to her, and of course she would still be there for her.
For a moment she wondered if she should turn back, wait till Edward left and then call on the house again, but her mind was already carrying her to the beach. She needed this time to herself; a break from everyone and everything.
***
Y/n hadn’t been driving long when she was pulled from her mind once more. She was driving down one of the lesser known roads, green and blue blurring around her when she caught sight of someone standing on the side of the road.
The first thing y/n noticed was her hair, ferocious red. It exploded around the woman’s head in fiery ringlets. Her clothes were raggedy and didn’t fit her very well: a tartan button up and loose fitting beige trousers. Over her shoulder hung a backpack with a bottle of water and thick rope looped off the side. She was waving her hands desperately in the air, clearly trying to catch y/n’s attention. Without thinking y/n slowed the car and rolled down her window.
“Are you okay, what’s wrong?”
“Oh thank God!” The woman cried in a strange accent. “I was hitchhiking when I thought I saw a bear. Ran like I never had before but now I’m lost. If you could just drive me to the nearest main road I’ll be able to find my way back to my car.”
Y/n couldn’t help but drink in the appearance of the woman now that she was closer. Her hair appeared even more explosive, a stark contrast with her ivory skin which appeared dewy and soft. Perfect freckles were sprinkled across her nose underneath a pair of dark eyes. She was unimaginably beautiful.
“Sure!” Y/n found herself saying without really taking it into consideration. She was pretty sure the woman looked like that girl Martha in her history class, maybe this was her older sister. “Hop in!”
It would be a minor detour, wouldn’t take long at all. The woman moved fluidly to the side of the car, opening the door with a flash before seating herself comfortably next to her. Y/n paused a moment, waiting for the woman to pull on her seat belt, when realising she wouldn’t she started the engine and drove on.
“The plan will work.” Edward comforted Bella, the two now back at the Cullens house following their performance for Charlie. The Cullens themselves rushed around them, preparing.
“Rosalie and Esme are heading down to your house as we speak. They won’t take their eyes off of Charlie. He’s perfectly safe.” Carlisle added, Bella shot him an appreciative smile. A pause of silence.
“Carlisle what about y/n?” Edward pondered aloud.
“Already thought about it.” Carlisle answered without looking up, Bella glanced between the two. First Edward’s invitation (for which he brushed off all her questions and instead supplied the phoney answer of wanting to know Bella’s friends better) and now this?
“What about y/n?” Bella asked. Edward took a deep breath, not meeting her gaze and ignoring her question.
“James and Victoria have no reason to suspect y/n is of any importance to Bella, Charlie or any of us. They’ve never seen y/n with us, they haven’t heard us talk about her. Y/n is no more than a neighbour. Besides, with Rosalie and Esme having eyes on Charlie they automatically have eyes on y/n.”
“Y/n’s not at home though,” Bella interjected worriedly, “We saw her pass us, she was leaving in her car.”
“What.” Carlisle stated rather than asked, his voice dropping as well as his easy smile. In fact, his entire body language changed, he stood taller, stretching his shoulders forward slightly as he eyes flickered a darker shade of bronze.
“It’s fine.” Edward said, not phased by Carlisle’s reaction, “I read her mind, she’s headed to La Push. If Victoria or James goes onto their territory...” Bella shot him a confused look.
“You’re right.” Carlisle murmured, relaxing slightly as he chewed on the new piece of information, “As long as she’s there she should be safe. I’ll send word to Rosalie, she can keep an eye out for y/n’s return.”
“Let’s go.” Edward muttered without another word.
***
“Just a few more turns then we’ll be on Bogachiel Way, you should be able to find your way from there.” Y/n said automatically, wearing a cheery grin as she hoped not to spook the woman any further - it sounded like she had had a rough day.
“Actually I was hoping we could take a left," The woman spoke, it was the first thing she had said since being in the car. Her voice was smooth like honey but not overtly-sweet, there was definitely some bite in there.
“Are you sure?” Y/n’s brows furrowed, “I haven’t been down there before and we could risk both of us getting lost,” She chuckled to herself, “And-” She turned to face the woman and stopped abruptly, her jaw clamping shut.
“What is it?” The woman asked, not breaking eye-contact. Y/n felt as though she was being compelled, she couldn’t quite believe what she was seeing.
“Your eyes,” She stuttered, “They’re...blood-red.” She tried to laugh, speaking as though the woman would be surprised herself.
“Oh.” Was all the woman said in a voice completely devoid of all emotion. “Well that just gives it away.”
“What-” But the woman had already snapped her fingers through y/n’s hair, and all she remembered was the sight of the driver’s wheel as her skull crashed into it.
***
Bella sighed heavily from where she was sat in the hotel room. The TV presenting her with some daytime talk show with a painfully loud and obnoxious host. Alice and Jasper were completely still next to her as they watched, no emotion, they looked as though they weren’t even thinking.
The phone exploded with a shrill ring that made Bella jump, before she could get up Alice was already answering it, nodding along to whatever the other person was ranting about. Bella waited patiently with watchful eyes, if it was Carlisle that was calling Edward couldn’t be too far away.
“Bella,” Alice turned to her with a vacant expression, holding out the phone. Bella went to reach it when all of sudden it was falling out of Alice’s grasp with a resounding ‘k-dunk’. Bella went to protest when she realised Alice couldn’t see her, she was seeing something else, something from the future - Jasper was behind her in a second.
“What is it?” He asked soothingly, his hands resting on her shoulders.
“It’s...Victoria.” Alice spluttered distantly, her golden irises flitting back and forth.
“Charlie is he-” Bella began.
“She’s driving. She’s happy.” Alice continued.
“Alice, is Charlie-” Bella tried again.
“Oh.” Alice once more continued as if she hadn’t heard. Then it was over and she turned to Jasper with wide, fearful eyes. “It’s y/n. She has y/n tied up in the back of the car.”
“What?” Bella distantly muttered behind her, meanwhile Edward’s frightful voice could be heard yelling through the phone from the floor. Jasper swept down and twirled the phone into his fingers.
“Edward.” He said clearly, “We have a problem.”
“Is y/n okay?” Bella asked shakily, her fingers half covering her mouth. Alice simply collapsed back down on the couch, her brows furrowed, eyes frightful and she chewed on what she had just seen.
***
“What’s going on Edward?” Carlisle asked as he shifted the car up a gear, racing down the motorway. Edward’s eyes were wide, fluttering left and right as he took in new information.
“What’s wrong?” Emmett asked from the backseat, picking up on the awful tension.
“We have a serious problem.” Edward began.
“How serious?” Carlisle asked, not removing his eyes from the road and yet his voice was still calm, supportive.
“Alice just had another vision but it was of Victoria, apparently she’s driving somewhere with y/n tied up on the backseat.”
What Edward had said didn’t seem to settle with his audience for a while. Carlisle’s face enigmatic, Emmett just simply confused.
“Who’s y/n?” Emmett pondered aloud. Y/n’s presence and affect on the family had pretty much been kept secret between Edward and Carlisle, and Edward was only in on it because of his ability.
“A friend of Bella’s.” Edward answered so Carlisle didn’t have to. “Her best friend, in fact. She could be used for leverage.” Carlisle still hadn’t spoken although his knuckles where blushing blue from his grip on the wheel. “Carlisle?” Edward asked after a moment, still on the phone to Jasper. No response.
“We’re going to need to split up.” Carlisle’s voice was calm, the same as it always was. It was only his eyes that were different, flickering to a darker shade of bronze. “Emmett, Edward, I’m going to need you two to keep driving. Head for the airport and buy yourselves plane tickets to Seattle. Regroup with Jasper and Alice and keep Bella safe.”
“And you?” Emmett asked, now curious.
“I’m going to turn around and head back to Forks. See if I can track down Victoria and stop this from getting anymore messy than it has to.”
“How are you going to...ah.” Edward’s question was answered when Carlisle swung a hard right and sped into the car dealership. Before they knew it Carlisle was up and out of the car throwing the keys to Edward.
“Don’t scratch the Porsche,” Was all he said. “It was a gift.”
“Are you sure?” Emmett called out leaning out of the back window, “You don’t need help?” Carlisle smiled at his son.
“It’s more than I don’t want you to see what I’m about to do.” And with that he turned and disappeared into the building. Edward in a flash was sitting in the driver’s seat, starting up the engine - desperate to see Bella again.
“So,” Emmett smiled broadly as he leaned back and stretched out his arms across the seats, “This girl...y/n...she’s important right.” Edward sighed deeply, before glancing over his shoulder with a soft grin.
“You have no idea.”
***
Y/n stirred, her head feeling as though it was going to pound out of her skill. Distantly she was aware of something holding her wrists and ankles close together and the hum of the engine beneath her.
At first her vision was blurry, and it didn’t help that the trees were rushing past her window and an incomprehensible rate. It was also dark outside, too dark, how long had she been out?
“Wakey, wakey.” A dark voice fluttered down at her. Y/n groaned in response, her hands, bound, automatically rushed to her forehead and when she pulled them back they were slick with blood. This couldn’t be happening.
“What’s going on?” Y/n was surprised how calm her voice sounded as her eyes focused on the sight of the red-head, her wild appearance now feeling threatening. This woman must be insane.
“You have no idea what you owe me.” She spoke in riddles. “Lying there bleeding across these seats. I almost messed up the whole plan.” Yes, she was definitely insane.
“I’m sorry.” The words tumbled out of her mouth. “Have we met before?”
“No.” The woman rolled her eyes, “I promise you would remember if we had.”
“Where are we going?” Y/n didn’t feel like playing into her games, she was petrified as it was.
“Seattle. A girls trip.” She grinned menacingly at her over her shoulder. “James just called, apparently some of your friends just booked a flight there. We can’t risk flying though so I’m afraid we’re driving.”
“To Seattle?”
“We’ll be there before you know it. I’m a quick driver.” She was, the trees were rushing by so quickly no distinctive feature could be made of them. Whenever they came across another car on the lonesome road it whipped by within the millisecond.
“What did you mean by my friends?”
“The Cullens, silly. I saw you hanging around Bella’s house, asking after her even. That’s why your here.” Y/n couldn’t make sense of it, the jumbled words and the fizzing in her head meant everything she tried to process felt scrambled.
“I think you’ve got the wrong girl.” Y/n muttered, her eyes scrunching up as she tried to endure her throbbing skull..
“I’m not sure about that.” Victoria glanced in her rear view mirror, y/n noticed and, twisting in her seat, she watched as a white blur stayed hot on their trails, following the cars movements perfectly. She tried to focus on the identity of the driver but another wave of nausea rolled through her guts.
When this had passed she glanced around panicking. Looking down she noticed the rope, about an inch thick and bound several times around her wrists and ankles in expert fashion. It didn’t take long for y/n to conclude there was no way she could get out of them herself. Glancing around, her head feeling a littler clearer she looked for any way to slow the car down or at least call for help.
Trying to look inconspicuous, y/n leaned forward and looked through the window resting her fingers near the trigger to pull it down. With a quick glance at the woman she slammed down the trigger; but the window rolled down all to slowly and all to loudly. The woman’s head snapped around.
“Bitch.” Was all she spat before rolling the window back up with the panel by her arm. “What were you going to do, make a jump for it? We’re going 150 on the motorway.” The number made y/n feel queasy but she had already committed now, she wasn’t just going to sit here and we carted off to her ‘girls trip’ in Seattle.
Quickly, y/n flipped the window down again and using the bony knot of the rope between her arms she began to attack the top of the glass the same moment the red-head began moving it back up. She wasn’t quite sure where the strength had come from but after a small fit of thwacking her arms against the window she became aware of the tiniest crack at the top. This fuelled her flame.
She started again, aiming directly at the crack beating her bound arms against it relentlessly. In the moment the pain ignited her fury although she was sure she would regret it later. All of a sudden the window gave, one piece fell and then suddenly the whole thing shattered. Before the woman could stop her she leaned out the window, her hair exploding in the wind as she was caught in the white cars headlights.
“Help!” She shrieked, the volume of her voice astounding even her. “Help! Get me out of here! Call the police!” Re-filling her lungs for another spout of shouts the woman leaned over the front seats grabbing a handful of y/n’s hair and slamming her back into the car.
“Insolent bitch!” The woman cried, taking her hands off the steering wheel to yank y/n over the divide between the front two seats. “If you make this anymore difficult for me I’ll find away to get Bella without your help!” This caught y/n’s attentions and she went limp across the seats, her head hanging back so she saw out the front of the car, the world upside down.
“Bella?” Y/n choked.
“If you keep struggling you’ll never see her again.” The woman twisted so that one hand gripped the steering wheel, the other holding y/n’s hair so she was firmly bent back against the armrest, straining her neck; y/n couldn’t help but notice the impossible strength at which she was being pinned down.
The short scrape had pulled and split y/n’s previous head wound: a deep cut curling above her left eyebrow. And when she had broken through the glass and leaned out the raw glass had cut her waist and cheeks. This meant that as y/n’s head was pulled back blood dribbled up her face, trickling into her eyes and leaving a mixture of blood, tears and sweat.
She wasn’t held in the position for long. At some point the woman gasped and let go, now holding two hands on the wheel. Y/n couldn’t quite see what was happening around her but she saw a flash of white and felt the cars wheels roll unstably. She snapped back into the backseat, now no longer interested in the window but rather trying desperately with her bound hands to buckle her seat belt.
As she focused on her bound hands she could faintly hear distant, familiar voices and the red-headed woman shouting back something incomprehensibly fast. Her instincts proved correct, within the minute the car leapt out of control underneath her, swerving off the road and rolling down the small hill. Clutching onto the overhead hanger for dear-life y/n felt her entire world upside down, the sickening scent of burning flesh before darkness finally coddled her once more.
***
Y/n stirred from unconsciousness for the second time in 24 hours and the first thing she noticed was the release on her wrists and ankles. Before she tried to open her eyes she fluttered her fingers over her wrists where there lay course indentations. The skin was tender to touch and she was sure the skin would be black and blue.
Trying to open her eyes she noticed the warm light above her, somehow this made her feel safe. Her head still throbbing furiously she tried to open them further provoking tears to prick behind her eyes and dribble down the sides of her face. A wave of nausea overtook her then and abruptly her body snapped up underneath her, once she was vertical it seemed to die down.
“Woah, woah, woah.” She heard a familiar voice call, she knew that voice. It appeared he had leapt from the shadows, guiding y/n back down but she protested, groaning audibly. “Slow down.” He said calmly, his fingers firm on her sides. A harsh intake of air whipped from her lips and his arms snapped back.
“Your fine it’s just...my sides.” Y/n muttered, wincing from the lingering stinging from her sides, the cuts from the glass of course.
“You’ve had a rough couple of hours.” Carlisle spoke into the silence. Y/n groaned pushing up again, this time Carlisle didn’t move to stop her. “You really shouldn’t sit up, you’ve got some serious head trauma.”
“Just for a sec.” Y/n’s voice was breathy as she pleaded with him, “I just feel too nauseous if I lie down.” He didn’t say anything, but he let her sit. Y/n had just assumed she was in the hospital what with the presence of Carlisle, but when she looked around she wasn’t startled to realise she was propped up on his kitchen counter top. A series of cashmere and fluffy looking blankets covering the surface to make it soft, she tried to ignore that a few were covered in blood.
“I assume you have a lot of questions.”
“You think?” Y/n didn’t know what to say. She didn’t know where to begin. It was a debate on whether to tell Carlisle her crazy story, to describe to him the red-headed woman with blood-red eyes, how she had talked about the Cullens and Bella. On the other hand, instead of explaining she wanted to ask questions; how had she ended up at the Cullens house, where was her car, what happened to the woman. She settled on her question. “Is Bella okay?”
Carlisle stared at her with a pondering expression, as if he were chewing on the information she had released by that question alone.
“Bella is fine.” He said slowly, his voice soft. He had stepped away from y/n and stood at the opposite counter top, running a white cloth (by the smell it was doused in alcohol) over an assortment of medical instruments. Y/n tried not to look at them. He turned to her suddenly, as if he were waiting for another question.
“Do you know what happened to me?” Y/n asked, her fingers rushing to her forehead. He was there in a second, his hand empty, holding her fingers back with his own gentle touch. He had moved with supernatural speed but y/n couldn’t process that right now, that wasn’t the craziest thing to happen tonight.
“Yes and no. Don’t touch your wound I’m not done.” He answered clearly, going back to his work. Y/n just stared at him, waiting for him to go on. He sighed. “I got a call saying that you were in danger. That you had been taken hostage by Victoria.” Y/n automatically linked the name with the face. “I came to help you. I was in the white ford bronco behind you.” Like deja-vu the images shot through her mind, leaning out the window calling for a help, unable to make out the figure in the white car.
“How come...” He was back assessing her wounds, dabbing it here and there, engrossed in his work. Her eyes were large, slightly dazed and glossy as she watched him through his arms, her eyes fixed on his own.
“How come...” His warm voice was only a whisper, guiding her along her words.
“You. How come it was you that came for me? You...” She trailed off again, aware even through her murky mind of her heartbeat picking up at his closeness.
“Because, and I know this is confusing,” He began, taking a break and looking directly into her eyes, capturing her attention, “I will always be there when you need me. Perhaps not necessarily when you want me...but always when you need me.” Y/n surprised herself by completely understanding what he was trying to convey. It all felt like a dream anyhow.
“When your car went off the side of the road.” He began, unable to return to his tools as he was caught in a memory, “I-” He trailed off, a flash of anger dancing in his eye. “I pried open your door and you were unconscious. And the blood-” He stifled something in his throat.
“You’re a doctor and you don’t like blood.” Y/n murmured, a smile slipping on her lips. Carlisle smirked.
“I’m not afraid of all blood, only yours.” He went back to work.
“You’re afraid of me?” She asked, her voice quiet and small. He paused, catching her off guard as he moved forward, his nose an inch from hers.
“I haven’t felt fear like I did tonight for three hundred years.” Y/n still felt like she was dreaming.
“It hurts.” She mumbled after a few moments of tense silence.
“I know, love.” He hummed, saddened at her pain. “Where?” Y/n went to brush her forehead but stopped herself, she then moved to her stomach, tentatively, afraid of showing Carlisle her exposed flesh she lifted her shirt slightly. Peering down herself she noticed a series of cuts dancing around her waist, in particular her front from where she had leaned on cut glass. If she were not mistaken, Carlisle’s breath hitched in his throat. She let her shirt drop.
“I’m sure I’ll be fine.” Carlisle winced as if he disagreed.
“You shouldn’t even be this hurt in the first place.” He murmured, more to himself than anyone. “I thought that by leaving you alone I was protecting you. In reality, I was only pushing you away because I was afraid.”
“There’s that word again. Why do I scare you?”
“It’s not you per-say, more what you’ve made me realise about myself.”
“Carlisle...my heads spinning.” He met her eye before turning away grabbing something off the counter top.
“Here,” He murmured, a smirk lighting up his face. Looking down y/n caught sight of a roll of band-aid held between two of his slender fingers; the familiar dinosaur pattern somewhat sun-bleached.
“God, I can’t seem to escape those.” Y/n murmured softly smiling despite everything.
“Well I might’ve taken a box home since the accident.” Y/n eyed him, he had taken these from the hospital? “I guess I couldn’t help myself.” He said as if reading her mind, his brows now furrowed as he turned back to his work. He unwrapped a decent amount of plaster before tearing it with his fingers, finally he positioned it above her right eye and, soft as feather, pressed it against her head. As he had done this he had inched closer and closer, y/n’s legs automatically opening so that he may position himself comfortably.
“I have to say I think you’re going to get your wish.” Carlisle muttered softly.
“What?” Y/n whispered back, astonished at how close he was standing, his hip bones touching the inner of her knees.
“I think this cut may just scar. You can finally walk around town with something interesting to talk about.” Y/n rolled her eyes but grinned broadly, her cheeks flushing ever so slightly.
“By the way, what am I going to say, about this?” Her fingers reached up to her face resting against her dinosaur spotted plaster. Carlisle thought for a moment.
“You,” He began, reaching his own fingers up to join hers, “Were tired...and upset,” His voice was so soft, and yet the silence blanketed around them meant it filled the room. “And you went for a drive,” Chills sparked down her spine as he slowly lowered himself to her level, careful not to make any sudden movements. “And you...lost sight of things...for a moment.” She could feel cool breath brushing against her cheeks. “It was dark and you crashed...I saw it happen by chance, and helped.”
“Okay.” Y/n murmured. “But...that’s not the truth.”
“No,” He breathed into the tension, “Unfortunately the world cannot know the truth.”
“Can I?”
“I think it is what you’re owed.” Y/n pondered this.
“The woman?”
“She had disappeared before I got to you. Afraid probably.”
“Of you?” Y/n asked somewhat incredulously, but she could see it, the power in his voice, his control over a room.
“I have a...reputation.” Y/n just grinned, overwhelmed.
All of a sudden his cool fingers were brushing her hair off her face before resting either side of her head, his thumb back to brushing under her right eye. Y/n froze at the contact and yet he clearly found the movement completely natural as he tilted her chin to meet his gaze.
“There is so much about this world you have yet to discover. Right now, you are on the cusp of a discovery that may change your life forever and most certainly it will mine. We’ve been keeping something from you, me, Bella, Edward. But not out of contempt, or anger, or hate...but because it’s difficult to know how to best protect those whom you love. And if today is any indication, I’ve been doing it all wrong.”
“Love?” Y/n whispered. Carlisle paused heavily.
“It’s...not my fault, I promise.” Carlisle murmured, his nose brushing with hers ever so slightly, “There is a degree of destiny involved.” Y/n grinned as she pulled back slightly, but Carlisle’s hands never left her face.
“You speak in riddles.” This caused Carlisle to laugh, deep and heartily.
“A product of my age unfortunately. But, I promise. Things aren’t as complicated as they seem...or maybe they are. Either way, you no longer will be left in the dark.”
“Is this the part where you spill all of your dirty secrets?”
“How did you know?” He mocked with a grin. “Now listen carefully.” He pulled back leaving only cold air where he once was, but he remained in contact, holding onto y/n’s hand, brushing circles over the feathery veins as he seated himself next to her.
“There’s a lot you need to learn.”
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I’m Yours:
Charlie Gillespie x Reader
Chapter II
Y/N is Kenny Ortega’s ‘niece’ after going through a rough breakup, Kenny decides to fly her over to stay with him, will her broken heart mend?
(Female Reader, NO SMUT, Romance, Friendship, THIS IS MY FIRST EVER FANFIC/IMAGINE, I hope it’s good, Kenny is lifelong family friend so reader calls him Uncle Kenny. I’m British so the writing is going to be British so like ‘mum’ not ‘mom’ yanno?)
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I gazed out of the airplane window, stuffing headphones into my ears, I couldn’t wait to see my Uncle Kenny finally, even if it took me waking up early to catch my (almost) 3 hour flight, I fiddled with the hem of my shirt, flying always made me so nervous, I just hated the way the plane shook as it took off or landed, it never made me feel safe, even though I knew that it was a rare occurrence for the plane to actually crash.
I took out my headphones as the flight attendants went through the pre-flight demonstrations, telling all of the passengers about the fire exits and what to do in case of an emergency, I flipped my phone over on my leg nervously before rolling my eyes to myself, stop being so silly, you’re nineteen, you shouldn’t be nervous all the time. I thought to myself, although it’s easier said than done, the attendants finished up their demonstration and the plane proceeded to take off, the familiar shaking throughost the plane shot itself through me as I took a deep breath in, I placed my headphones back into my ears and closed my eyes, pressing my head firmly against the back of my chair and gripping onto the arm rests firmly, Uncle Kenny knew about my fear of flying and thought that it would be best to get me a seat on the plane nearer the exit door, luckily for me nobody else was sat next to me as the plane was quite empty.
Once the plane was firmly in the air, I decided to scroll through my playlist and find a specific song that I wanted to listen to- Good Day by Surfaces, as the song began to play, I gazed out of the window and watched as the clouds floated past, I rested my head back against the headrest and closed my eyes, feeling my heart rate slow back down to the original beat, I settled further into my chair and saw the seatbelt light flicker, allowing me to unbuckle myself and curl my legs up along the seats, shuffling slightly to rest my head against my neck pillow and on the window, I sighed in content and felt myself slowly slip into sleep.
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I awoke to the plane shaking slightly, feeling myself panic I sat upright and quickly buckled myself back in, I glanced back outside of the window and saw what could only be Vancouver as the plane was begin to lower, I smiled to myself, thinking about how it wasn’t long until I got to see my Uncle Kenny. I removed my neck pillow from my body and fastened it to my rucksack that was placed on the floor by me, I turned my volume down on my phone and watched in excitement as the plane landed on the ground, the pilot steering it into its final bay, I waited a little while longer before having to exit the plane, placing my bag over my shoulder and shuffling out onto the aisle of the plane and exiting out of the door nearby.
I had just finished going through security and collected my suitcase, shuffling through the fairly large crowd, searching for my favourite person on the planet- “Y/n” I heard in a singing tone, I glanced over and smiled widely at my Uncle Kenny holding a sign with my name written on it with purple glitter and stars, Kenny was dancing a small jig, waving the sign from side to side in a Jazz dance like motion, I rolled my eyes and laughed at my uncle, “you’re an idiot!” I said as I made my way closer to him, he opened his arms and stood still with a calming look on his face, there was no sympathy and no look as if I was going to break if he held me too much, it was just- Kenny. That was one of the things I loved most about him, no matter how hurt or how sad I was, he never changed his attitude towards me, it was always the same, calming, compassionate, loving but never pity, he never felt sorry for me in a way that seemed patronising.
“Come here” he said happily, beckoning me into his arms, I pulled my suitcase closer to the man and snuggled into him, Kenny always gave the best hugs, as his arms wrapped around me I could feel an overwhelming sense of emotion- I think it was a mixture of missing my uncle and the sadness that I was trying to hide from the literal heartache that was consuming my entire being from what happened a few nights before, I guess Kenny heard my stifled sniffs as he began to lovingly rub my back, he rocked me back and forth slowly, “sh sh I know darling, I know” he whispered, “come on, let’s not have you crying in the airport hm?” I nodded, looking up at him and wiping my tears away, I leaned back and grabbed the handle of my suitcase, following Kenny out of the airport and into a black Range Rover,
“Thank you for this Uncle Kenny” I breathed out, looking over at him with a smile, “I’ve missed you” I admitted whole heartedly, he took a quick glance over at me and switched on the radio to play the soundtrack from Hamilton, my favourite.
“I’ve missed you too Kiddo, more than anything” he replied, “I hope you don’t mind but we’ve got to go to set after you freshen up” he continued, I nodded in agreement, “I knew you’d understand, you excited to help me out?” He asked
“I can’t wait, thank you again Uncle Kenny, for flying me out here, for letting me help you with the show, I hope I don’t let you down” I admitted, looking over at him once more,
“You..” Kenny started, “Y/n, you could never ever let me down” I smiled over at him once more and rested my head on my arm as I looked out of the window.
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We eventually arrived at Kenny’s apartment, I hopped out of the car and ran to the back to grab my case by Uncle Kenny was already on it, dragging the suitcase behind him as he walked past me, “come on, Star” he said, giving me one the nicknames he’s called me since I was little- he called me Star, Sun and Moon, for reasons I do not know of completely, I was aware of the meaning behind Star (he always thought of me as a star, destined to shine) but Sun and Moon, I have yet to discover, he always told me that I would find out the meanings as I grew older but it has been lost on me. I followed after the man, still in awe of the surroundings around me. Vancouver was beautiful.
“And here is your room” Kenny said as he finished up the tour of his apartment, he opened the door in front of me and I was greeted by a white room with two large windows on the furthest wall, placed strategically to allow the resident of the room to see the beautiful scenery around them, Kenny had added some plants, fairy lights and grey and dusty blue blankets to make it more homely, “blue and grey are still your favourite colours right?” He questioned,
“Been the same since I was eight Kenneth” I replied, “this is amazing” I continued, entering further into the room and placing my case lightly on the bed,
“Alright kiddo,” he said, “here’s your en-suite” he knocked on the door to my right “and the door next to it is your closet, I’ll leave you to freshen up and I’ll see you in 15 minutes?” He questioned, I nodded and smiled at the man as he quietly closed my door, humming to himself.
I turned to my suitcase and quickly started to unpack, placing everything in the correct spaces, I opened up my closet and was greeted with a walk-in wardrobe, nothing too extravagant but also nothing that I’ve ever had before. I left out an oversized top and leggings with my pair of beaten up Vans so I could have something to wear to set. I quickly jumped into the shower and freshened up before brushing my teeth, I towel dried my hair before letting it just dry naturally, I then applied some light makeup and got dressed before coming out of my room, I quickly turned back around on my heels and placed my suitcase into my closet, I then grabbed a few hair ties and rolled them onto my wrist before leaving my room for the second time.
As I walked into the hallway, I saw my Uncle Kenny singing quietly to himself and dancing lightly around the den, I laughed at the sight in front of me.
“I’m ready” I sang, distributing my uncle, he span around and smiled at me, “sorry to interrupt your little dance session” I giggled, Kenny shook his head at me and joined in with my laughter, “right, shall we go?” I questioned, he nodded as I followed after my uncle once again.
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“Don’t be nervous” Uncle Kenny smiled as he parked up his car, how did he know me so well? I breathed out slowly and nodded, jumping out of the car and headed towards the set with him, “they’re all really lovely alright?” He continued to reassure me, “let’s introduce you to them yeah?” He finished, wrapping his arm around my shoulders and tucking me in close to him.
We walked quite a short walk before entering the catering tent, there sat the cast of his new show Julie and the Phantoms, I twiddled my thumbs as I walked slowly towards the long table, I scanned the heads of the people, my eyes lingering on a certain pair of green-blue eyes, they seemed almost hazel, one of his eyes seemed to be drowning in blue, in short, they were beautiful, I quickly glanced away and continued to look briefly at every person at the table. “Is this her Ken?” A blonde boy spoke, smiling over at me, I lowered my head out of pure anxiety,
“It is. Everyone this is my niece- Y/n” Kenny introduced, “I’m truly a lifelong friend of the family, she grew up calling me Uncle Kenny, so she is my niece” he explained, clearly due to the slight confusion written over a few members of the cast.
“Hi” I said, finally mustering up my courage, I smiled at the blonde boy who sat directly in front of where I was stood,
“Hey, come sit, I’m Owen” he smiled, shuffling over and patting the spot next to him, the group of people went round introducing themselves, in order it went- Owen, Jeremy, BooBoo, Madison, Jadah, Savannah, Sacha and Tori, lastly was the boy with the beautiful eyes, he seemed a little older than me, I did find out that Owen was my age, as was Savannah, Tori was one year younger than the three of us, Madison was 14 and Jadah was 13, Sacha was 15, Booboo was 25 and Jeremy was 22.
The only person I hadn’t yet been introduced to was the guy with the beautiful eyes, he was sat directly across from me, and any time I glanced up to him, I could feel my cheeks redden, I tilted my head and smiled at him, ignoring the heat rising in my cheeks “and you... what’s your name?” I questioned,
“I’m Charlie” he replied, “nice to meet you” he smiled back at me.
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Part Of The Christmas Family ~ Park Jimin
If anything, Jimin was a lot calmer than you as you drove him to your parent’s house, your hand nervously tapped against the steering wheel at every moment whilst he looked out of the window, happily in his own little world.
You’d told him everything to expect from your family, what they’d be like and all the things you tended to get up to at Christmas. With everything you said, Jimin had a wide smile on his face, absolutely full of excitement at what was about to happen.
He couldn’t help but chuckle at scared you were in comparison to him, anyone would’ve thought you were meeting his family for the holidays, not the other way around. You just couldn’t help it though.
Jimin glanced at you as he spotted the name of your town on a road sign for the first time, knowing that the two of you were close. You’d been silent for most of the journey, overthinking everything and worrying about even the smallest of details as to how things will go.
“It’ll be alright,” you heard him say, breaking you out of your little trance. You turned to face him, matching his smile. “Nothing is going to go wrong; I’ll be on my best behaviour too.”
“But my family is so different to everything that you know,” you whispered.
His shoulders shrugged, you’d told him already about the differences in your Christmases to his, and how whenever he struggled around your family, all he had to do was say and you’d be there to save the situation for him.
Pulling up outside your parent’s home was the last thing you needed as your heart began to beat a little harder. Jimin took the slowing of the car as the sign that the two of you had arrived, unbuckling his seatbelt, and getting out of the car as you soon followed behind him after taking a few moments.
He pulled out the present bags from the boot of the car as you glanced up to the top of the house. “We’ve already talked about everything; nothing can go wrong. Just stop worrying, and smile.”
“I’m excited, I promise. I just don’t want anything to go wrong,” you smiled.
You’d walked up the driveway several times before, as a young girl, a teenager, and now as an adult who had fully flown the nest. But introducing Jimin to your family for the first time added a whole layer of nerves that you had never experienced before.
You could already hear the cheers of your mother on the other side of the door as you knocked, watching it fly open just a few seconds later. “Welcome home!” She smiled, throwing her arms into the air.
Your mum barely hugged you before she had her arms wrapped around Jimin, instantly welcoming him in as part of the family. You could tell by his face he was a little shocked by the warm welcome, but he soon hugged her back, smiling across at you as you watched.
Once she pulled away, her eyes flickered between the two of you. “You really do make quite a gorgeous couple,” she proudly mused, “he’s even better looking in person too.”
“Mum!” You yelled, stepping into the house, “don’t scare him off as soon as he arrives.
As soon as you stepped into the house you hugged your dad, watching his eyes study Jimin closely as he lifted your cases into the house. “I’m glad you were able to come home for the holidays sweetheart,” he whispered.
“I’m excited to be back home and bring Jimin too.”
“I’m looking forward to getting to know him better.”
“Go easy,” you warned, “I know exactly what you’re like sometimes.”
Whilst you made your way into the house you left Jimin to introduce himself to your parents, but still you looked back, checking on him every so often.
“I hope you don’t mind but with your aunt coming we’ve put you both in the box room,” your mother informed you, beckoning you into the kitchen. “You know what she’s like.”
“It’s alright,” Jimin assured her before you even had the chance to speak. “Just thank you for having us.”
You were surprised by how quickly he had settled with your family, even if he had only met your parents so far. His arm wrapped around you as your mum passed you both a drink, finally letting the festivities begin.
After you’d caught them both up a little bit on what had been happening with you, the interrogation soon began on Jimin, wanting to know as much as they could about him.
You felt guilty as you watched your dad especially quiz him, wanting to know all about the band, his goals, and how he looked after you in Korea. But as you expected, Jimin took it all in his stride, happy to speak to them as best as he could.
“He’s lovely,” your mum whispered into your ear during a moment of quiet.
“Hopefully, you can see why I fell for him now.”
Your family had spoken to Jimin a few times when they called you, but with his English still developing, they never really had much of a conversation to try and get to know him.
“We’ve had a bit of a crash course over the past month because he wanted to be able to learn as much as he could to impress you,” you informed her as he answered yet another of your dad’s questions.
“It shows,” she assured you, resting against your side, “I was anxious when you said you were making the move to Korea, but it really seems like it’s working well for you.”
“It’s been a lot of fun so far, but it does feel good to be home,” you laughed.
When your parents first suggested you bring Jimin home for the holidays, you were incredibly apprehensive. It was a new place for him, and a lot of new people, it was quite often overwhelming for you, let alone him.
“You might want to save him before your father talks his ear off,” your mother encouraged, nudging your side. “I know we all want to get to know him, but I think he’ll end up hating your dad if he listens to him chatter for any longer.”
“How about we go and unpack before everyone else arrives?” You suggested.
Your mum quickly exclaimed at how good of an idea that was of yours, giving you the perfect excuse to grab Jimin’s hand and pull him away. Before you’d even left the room, you heard your mum scolding your dad at how keen he was.
Jimin didn’t question you as you pulled him away, grabbing all of your suitcases to take upstairs. Of course, he grabbed the heavy ones, leaving you to guide the way in the new place that he was to call home.
“Everything alright?” He asked once you were out of earshot of your parents, slightly concerned that maybe he’d done something wrong with how quickly you left the room. Once you got to the top of the stairs, you looked back to face him.
“It’s fine, I just thought you could do without the lecture from my dad,” you replied.
“He’s a nice guy,” he tried to reason, but even if he were really honest, he was struggling to keep up with all the questions, and make sure he didn’t look to you for help.
The box room was small, even taking Jimin by surprise, even with just the bed you’d be a little cramped for the space, but if anyone could make it work, it was the two of you.
Once the door was shut, Jimin’s arms wrapped securely around your waist. “Do you think they like me? I’m never too sure when I meet people for the first time.”
You nodded, pressing a quick kiss to his lip. If your mum was anything to go by, she adored him, and whilst your dad was a little bit of a harder crack to break, you knew that he would too.”
“I want this Christmas to be perfect,” he added.
You rested your hands against his chest, “it will be perfect. If mum and dad like you, it’s a sign that everyone else will like you too. Just try your best, and if you ever need me, all you have to do is say, don’t feel pressured to meet everyone alone.”
His smile grew, feeling slightly better about yourself. “What about your aunt? Your dad told me that she was a little crazy, is she really that bad?”
“She’ll be too drunk by lunchtime to even remember your name, so there’s nothing to worry about there,” you assured him, “just be you, and it will all be fine.”
“I can do that,” he joked, kissing the tip of your nose. “I’m excited to get to know more of your family and spend Christmas with you all.”
“Everyone’s excited to have you here too, the boy that stole my heart.”
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A Proper Date
“You sure you’re alright?”
“Yeah, ’course. I’m with you.”
Jamie gave her an easy smile, but it didn’t reach her eyes. And from the way her upper body was fidgeting, Dani could tell her legs were shaking under the table.
It happened sometimes when they were on the road for a while, especially if Jamie wasn’t driving. It was Dani’s cue to pull over, wherever they might be. Jamie would protest, and Dani would say that Jamie was perfectly welcome to stay in the car if she wanted to, but she was getting out to stretch. And Jamie would crack that crooked smile and follow her out.
Recently, Jamie had finally grown comfortable enough not to protest. And she’d been the one driving today, anyway, though it had been a long trek. Jamie had been insistent on making it to D.C. for their one-month anniversary, so they could go to a fancy restaurant for a proper date.
All Dani cared about was making Jamie happy, and Jamie had been so eager, so excited all week. But now, the day had finally come, and Jamie’s demeanor had changed. She was affectionate, as always, but not nearly as flirty, not as talkative, period. Dani had tried to suggest they do something more low-key, but Jamie had maintained this was what she wanted.
But here she was, wearing the same outfit she’d worn to Owen’s mum’s funeral, compulsively sliding the corner of her paper menu in and out of its leather holder. Dani had bought appropriate attire once they’d arrived in the city that afternoon, and cheeky Jamie had finally made a reappearance, but only briefly.
Dani wouldn’t have thought she would miss getting teased so much, but she would now gladly make a fool of herself if it meant just getting Jamie to give her a genuine smile. She was having a hard time getting Jamie to even look at her, though. When Jamie wasn’t burying her face in the menu, her eyes were darting from table to table.
She was starting to think that maybe Jamie was having second thoughts about going on a date in public with her. After all, they weren’t exactly inconspicuous in a dining room chock full of heteronormativity. But that had never seemed to bother Jamie before. They were cautious, of course, about PDA, always aware of their surroundings, but Jamie had never seemed scared of it.
Just then, Jamie reached across the table, took her hand and squeezed it, even flashed a quick grin. Was that a warmer smile than the last? In any case, Dani’s theory had been disproven. So what was it? It was almost like Jamie had never...
Dani wished she could kick herself under the table, even moreso when she saw their waiter returning.
“Do you ladies know what you’d like to drink?”
Jamie looked at Dani expectantly.
“Actually, I’m sorry. I think we’re gonna have to take a rain check. I’m not feeling too well.”
She got up, grabbing her clutch.
“Dani?”
Poor Jamie looked even more nervous now, caught off-guard. Wordlessly, Dani walked around the table as the waiter frantically moved out of her way, retook Jamie’s hand and pulled her along behind her until they made it outside. Then, she turned back to face Jamie, who seemed on the verge of tears.
“I’m so sorry! I should’a been payin’ more atten- ”
Dani pulled her into hug, cradling her head.
“Shh... it’s okay. I’m okay. I just needed an excuse to get us out of there.”
“What?”
Her voice had jumped an octave, and Dani had to bite her lip to keep from laughing. It wasn’t that it was funny, really, but it kinda was. Jamie had gotten herself all stressed out trying to make Dani happy, while Dani had been trying to do the the exact opposite to make Jamie happy. They really were quite a pair.
Dani pulled back, cupping Jamie’s bewildered face.
“Jamie, I need you to be honest with me, okay?”
She nodded.
“What do you want to do tonight?”
“I - ”
Her eyes shifted back to the restaurant.
“Don’t think of it as a date. Just as... as any other day... We’re here in D.C. Where do you want to go?”
Dani could see she was starting to calm down, but she still looked hesitant.
“First place that comes to mind.”
Finally, Dani saw a spark returning to those hazel eyes.
*****
Half an hour later they were lounging on a green on The Mall, burgers in hand. Jamie’s first thought had been walking The Mall, but she’d dismissed it just as quickly. Dani was having one of her tired days — not that she would admit it, but Jamie could always tell. It’s why she’d insisted on driving, though Dani hadn’t napped as much as she’d hoped she would.
She flipped onto her stomach, leaning on her forearms, so she could face Dani who was lying on her back, one arm propping up her head.
“Thank you.”
She smiled shyly as Dani grinned.
“Black-tie isn’t really my style, anyway.”
Jamie raised an eyebrow as her gaze wandered to Dani’s slim-cut dress.
“Could’a fooled me.”
Giggling, Dani gripped Jamie’s chin, sat up, putting her half-eaten burger back on its wrapper, then leaned in to kiss Jamie’s already blushing cheek.
“I forgot something in the car. Be back in a sec.”
“Okay.”
Jamie watched her for a moment, then put her own half-eaten burger on its wrapper, turned back onto her back and sat up, hugging her knees with one hand and grazing the grass beside their blanket with the other. She still didn’t quite understand how she was lucky enough to have a girlfriend who had not just willingly — but happily, purposefully — abandoned a 5-star restaurant for a make-shift fast food picnic just so she would feel more comfortable.
Suddenly, her head jerked forward as something hit it from behind.
“Oi!”
She looked back to find a football — or soccer ball, as Dani had so blasphemously called it when Jamie had bought it a couple weeks back — rolling to stop in the grass. She looked up to find Dani frozen in horror on the edge of the green, hands covering her mouth. Jamie felt the corners of her mouth twitch.
“What was that for, then?!”
Dani started rushing over, blushing furiously.
“I’m so sorry! I meant to hit your back.”
“Right... ” Jamie cocked her head, smirking. “Poppins, why ya tryna hit me with a football?”
Dani slowed to a stop, kneeling down beside her and grabbing the ball.
“You’ve been uptight all day. You need to blow off some steam.” She looked up, smiling. Jamie’s smirk dissipated. “So please go run around.”
Dani held out the ball to her. For a moment, Jamie just gaped at her, but then she shook her head.
“Jamie, do you know how many times you’ve changed positions since we sat down?”
“I’m - ”
“Jamie - ”
“I can’t! This is ma first - ”
She’d kept it to herself all day, and now, in the eleventh hour, just when things were turning around, she’d finally let it slip. Her mouth went dry. She looked down and scratched the back of her neck, trying to think of a way to salvage this. It wasn’t a bell she could unring, or laugh off.
But the longer she waited, the more awkward it would be. She reluctantly looked up to find Dani... still smiling. No hint of discomfort or even surprise. Huh... oh.
Jamie looked down again, laughing nervously. Dani’s behavior was making more sense now. And Jamie really did appreciate how sweet she was being — how sweet she’d been all night — more than she could say, but...
“I - I just, I want to... I have to do this properly.”
“Says who?”
She looked back up and went to object but couldn’t think of what to say. Dani winked and offered the ball again.
Finally, Dani’s persistence was rewarded with her favorite lopsided grin. But she couldn’t dwell on it for long. Suddenly, the ball slipped out of her grasp as Jamie’s lips crashed into hers, sending her toppling back. As she laughed, Jamie pulled back, brushing Dani’s hair out of her face.
“Ya know... ”
Smiling, Dani interlaced Jamie’s hand with hers.
“There will be plenty of time for that when we get to our room, but I’m not letting you stay all wound up until then. Go score some touchdowns.”
Ever since Jamie had “chastised” her for calling it a soccer ball, Dani had decided to lean into it just to frustrate her. But Jamie just laughed.
“What about you?”
Dani smirked.
“Who do you think you’re supposed to be showing off for?”
*****
For the next hour, Jamie had run around barefoot — dribbling, scoring “touchdowns” between trees, kicking the ball up to herself and bouncing it on her thighs — as Dani cheered her on. For someone who’d apparently never played on an actual team, she was pretty incredible, Dani thought.
That being said, she had managed to hit herself in the head, thanks to a wayward bounce off a tree. Dani had jumped up immediately, feeling all the more guilty for her own wayward shot earlier. By the time she’d made it to Jamie, a red mark was already taking up half her face.
But Jamie herself had been rolling on the ground laughing, clutching her stomach as tears streamed down her face. And that... that was proper first date material, as far as Dani was concerned.
Soon after, they’d gotten back in the car for the 20 or so minute drive to the motel they would be staying in, and Jamie had promptly passed out in the passenger seat.
Dani smiled now as she returned to the car after checking them in. Jamie was still out cold, which presented her with a decidedly adorable dilemma. There was no way she could carry Jamie up the stairs to their second floor room. Maybe someday, but for the time being, even the first floor might’ve been a non-starter considering Dani could only just barely lift her.
She knew because she’d tried once while they’d been making out, managed to hike Jamie up all the way to her waist. And Jamie had been very impressed. But no sooner had they resumed than had Dani’s arms and legs, already shaking under the strain, given out, sending them both tumbling to the floor laughing hysterically.
Dani imagined a repeat onto concrete would be decidedly less amusing, so that left waking her up. But she just looked so peaceful that Dani couldn’t bring herself to.
*****
Jamie wasn’t sure what time it was, but it was still dark when she’d woken up to find Dani sound asleep behind her in the passenger seat, which Dani had apparently reclined as far as it would go. It had taken Jamie a moment to get her bearings. The last thing she remembered was getting into the car.
But then she’d started putting the pieces together; and feeling Dani’s chin resting on her shoulder, Dani’s arm wrapped around her, squeezing them into this seat definitely not meant for two, Jamie well and truly could have cried.
But she’d had more pressing matters to attend to. Reaching around blindly, she’d found their room key in the cupholder, gently extricated herself from Dani, opened the car door, then turned around to scoop Dani up. After gently sliding her off the seat, Jamie had readjusted her a couple times, until her head had finally slumped against Jamie’s shoulder, instead of uncomfortably lolling back against nothing.
“There we are.”
“Mmm.”
Evidently, Dani agreed. Laughing softly, Jamie had kissed the top of her head, then set off.
It hadn’t been easy, exactly. Tiny as she was, Dani still had a few pounds on Flora, and Jamie’s legs had already started to cramp from all her frolicking around The Mall. But she’d handled the strain, welcomed it even after everything Dani had done for her in the past few hours alone.
Thirty minutes later, Jamie was sliding into bed, now thoroughly exhausted. As it turned out, getting Dani changed into her pajamas had been the more difficult task. Every time she’d touched her, Dani, still mostly asleep, had giggled and squirmed like Jamie was tickling her — which, after a certain point, Jamie was, making things exponentially more challenging for herself.
But it had been worth it. Finally, she’d gotten Dani, now clad in a T-shirt and shorts, tucked in; gotten changed and washed up herself in all of five minutes; and could now sink into the left side of their bed. They’d switched sides a few weeks ago, after Jamie had had a nightmare; and it was then, too, that Jamie had made a tacit promise not to run away if she started feeling scared or upset or otherwise emotional.
So she remained in place when the tears finally came as she processed her milestone. It had certainly not gone to plan, her plan anyway; but, in fact, it had gone far better than she ever could have planned, or dreamed for that matter.
She felt a tugging on the corner of her T-shirt, then saw Dani slide over. But Dani’s eyes remained closed, and she continued tugging. For a moment, Jamie thought Dani herself was having a nightmare, but she seemed calm. And then it hit her: Dani was trying to turn her onto her side.
Jamie gave her an assist and immediately felt Dani’s arm wrap around her back, rubbing it. Then, she felt Dani’s other hand gently press her head down onto her chest before softly smoothing her hair. As she closed her eyes, she felt Dani sigh.
And with that, Jamie, for the first time in her life, happily cried herself back to sleep.
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Chapter Three: A New Home and Revelations
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A/N: feedback is always accepted especially with this as I’d love to know your thoughts.
As Brooke walked through the airport she was glad to finally be able to stretch her legs. She had never been that good at flying so now it was over at least she could take a breath and somewhat relax. To the world she looked like a confident twenty one year old exploring the world but inside she felt like the scared little eight year old she once was.
Finally after scanning the arrivals hall she saw a couple holding a sign with her name written on. It took her a second to start walking towards them but as she did she felt a sense of familiarity about them, like she had met them in a past life. Taking a deep breath she pushed the feelings aside, smiling at them as she walked closer.
“Brooke right?” The woman smiled softly at her.
“Yeah that’s me” Brooke nodded as the guy took her suitcase from her.
“I’m Chris and this is my wife Laura” he smiled.
They quickly sensed that Brooke wasn’t in the mood for talking as they walked through the airport.
The drive to her new home was quiet, which she was grateful for, all she wanted to do was eat and take a nap. It had been a long flight, but she had a feeling that she wouldn’t be able to get a nap for a while.
Looking out the window she watched the trees and scenery as she headed to her new home. Soon enough the car came to a stop at a large set of metal gates. This was it, this would be home for who knows how long. She watched as Chris spoke to the guys guarding the gate. Pulling her headphones out she paused her music to listen to what they were saying but it was all in whispers so she gave up. The sound of a familiar rumble in the distance caught her attention. She knew that sound anywhere. As they drove into the property Brooke was shocked this place was huge, there were bikes racing about and a lot of fit guys. Maybe this place wouldn’t be so bad after all.
Once the car was parked she climbed out of the car, stretching her back, feeling the soothing of her bones cracking.
“Come on, first stop is meeting the president” Chris said as he hauled her suitcases out of the car.
“Is this some kind of democracy? Like you have your own President” Brooke said raising her eyebrow. Where the hell as she.
“All will come clear” Chris laughed holding his lighter out to light Brooke’s cigarette as well as his own “I have a feeling you are going to fit in perfectly”
Soon enough they were standing in a room that looked like an office, Brooke looked around seeing all of the pictures lining the white walls. Wherever she was, it looked like a big family.
"Prez this is Brooke her family sent her to live with me and Laura" Chris said nodding at the blonde who smiled, awkwardly waving a small wave as two more guys appeared.
One of them definitely caught her attention, and she couldn’t help but smirk. His golden hair, bright blue eyes and bulging muscles covered in tattoos. He was definitely a god and definitely Brooke’s type. Maybe this wouldn’t be so bad living here with the eye candy she thought. Before mentaly scolding herself for practically drooling over the blonde god.
She was in a complete world of her own so she didn’t realise that the other guy was staring at her rather intently.
“Urm mate take a photo it lasts longer” she sassed “in fact scratch that I don’t know what the hell you would do with it.” All the guy could do was smirk which annoyed her.
“I mean the sass is there” he chuckled as he studied her face a bit harder. “Wait, it can’t be. Please tell me this isn’t a joke”
“Urm” Brooke said, extremely confused as everyone stared at her. To make matters more confusing everything and everyone seemed so familiar. Like she had been here before. There was something about this place that felt like home.
“Please tell me you actually brought her home” the dark haired guy said on the verge of tears.
"sorry don't know what you are on but I've never been here in my life" Brooke snapped as she fiddled with her lighter in her pocket.
“Yeah it’s definitely her Bro” Blonde god grinned.
“Can someone just tell me what the fuck is going on” Brooke huffed. She always hated being kept in the dark. Before she could process what was going on she the air was squeezed out of her in a bone crushing hug.
“I think you need to take a seat as we have some things to explain” Blonde god said, the power that radiated off him made Brooke want to submit to his every word. “Where have you been all this time?”
“Long story short, living in London, like causing trouble. Caused said trouble and my adopted parents sent me to live here and now I’m hella confused and I don’t like it” Brooke said as she played with her thumb ring, the one this she always did when she was nervous.
Around two hours had passed and Brooke learned that the dark haired guy was James, her older brother and blondie was Xavier. She was part of this family before she was kidnapped when she was around eight. Which tallied up with all her memories of the foster homes and that time she didn’t like to think about let alone mention. Every question or piece of information the boys have her made her head spin even more. She had so many questions but had no idea where to start. Whether it was from the confusion or lack of sleep she felt her eyes get heavy before everything went black.
The lads watched as Brooke’s knees gave way, without a second though Xavier was by her side wrapping his arms around her waist so she didn’t crash onto the floor. Adjusting his grip he laid her on the sofa that was in the office. He couldn’t take his eyes off her. The last time her saw her she was the shortest sassiest little eight year old known to man. He was honestly speechless as the woman laid in front of him.
“I can’t believe it’s her” he mumbled as he ran his hand through his hair. “I didn’t think we’d see her again” he took in her features but a couple of things caught his eye as her jacket slipped off her shoulder revealing some nasty scars, most of which looked like burns apart from the six inch scar that was definitely from a knife. Anger ran through his veins as his blood boiled, this was his bumble bee and he was ready to find the bastard that did this to her and make him pay for laying his hands on the girl.
“Xav” James called “now isn’t the time to be thinking about revenge okay, we need to take things slow this is a lot to take in”
“Yeah you are right” Xav sighed, pushing himself to his feet. Before walking out of the office, he needed some air.
“Xavier please tell me my eyes aren’t deceiving me and that was actually Brooke I saw go into your fathers office” hi mum smiled.
“Yeah mom it is” Xavier nodded.
“And you aren’t happy about that no?” She said softly knowing the internal battle her son was having.
“I couldn’t protect her mom” he sighed not making eye contact as his mind filled with the events of that day “that day was the worse day ever, I told her I wouldn’t let anything happen to her but I didn’t follow her and she’s been through god knows what”
It was Brooke’s eight birthday party, the compound was buzzing with excitement, as they were getting everything set up for the princess of the club.
Xavier barged into Brooke’s room to find her sitting on her bed colouring some unicorn.
"Bumble you wanna to come down to the pool with me and James" Xavier grinned watching her green eyes light up causing her to drop her crayon.
"get out of my room then you big oaf" she giggled trying to push him out of the room.
Xavier grinned even though he was 5 years older, everyone knew he would do anything for Brooke, their bond was like no other and she always went to him is she was upset or needed a cuddle after having a bad dream. Within five minutes he felt a small hand grab his before being pulled towards the pool.
“Last one there smells” Brooke shouted already running off, with her panda bear safely tucked under her arms, before reaching the edge of the pool, dropping the panda on the lounge chari and jumping into the water, not wasting any time.
The hours passed and the place was filled with giggles as the three of them messed about in the pool, until Brooke was growing tired and climbed out of the water.
"I'm going to go for a walk" she grinned pulling her dress over her wet bathing suit and grabbed her panda.the bear she took everywhere since Xavier won it at the fair for her last year.
"OK B stay where we can see you" James smiled as he tackled Xavier dunking him under the water.
After about 20 minutes that’s when there was an ear piercing scream that could be heard around the compound making everyone freeze. That was Brooke’s scream. The boys clambered out of the pool so fast running over to where the scream came from but they couldn’t see anything and were soon ordered by their fathers to go wait in the clubhouse.
Xavier sighed as the memory replaced in his mind.
“I should have followed her, I should have been there to protect her. I broke my promise to her” he said blinking back the tears that had formed.
"Hey you didn't know son" his dad said putting his hand on his son's shoulders.
"The thing is she doesn't even remember us, that’s what’s killing me more than anything, she doesn’t remember her family” Xavier snapped as the tears threatened to fall. "I'm going on a ride" He muttered leaving the room. He needed to clear my head, he was future president of the Blackstar Mc and he couldn’t let people see him like this. See him so weak.
One thing caught his eye as he stood on the main steps to the club house. A perfectly white kawasaki ninja pulled up the drive but he didn’t recognise the bike nor the number plate. He was so caught up over the bike he didn’t even realise that James was now by his side.
"Xav we need to talk" James said. Xavier knew what this was going to be about. "I'm talking to you as my best friend and not how a future vp would to his future prez right" he said running his hand through his hair.
"Ok bro fire away" Xavier nodded, sparking his smoke.
"I know how much you are tearing up right now, but we all are. We just found Brooke after so many years” James said “but I know that look Xav, that’s your I want this girl to be mine look”
“I can’t help it” Xavier sighed.
"I know bro, I know" James sighed "I just want to say I am fine with you being with her and couldn't think of a better person to be with her, but please protect her and don't freak her out because there are a lot of things we are going to have to explain to her." Xavier knew where James was coming from at the end of the day she was his blood.
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Idea from the Lovely @poulengp
Sorry for the long time without fics. My mental health took a turn for the worst, but I think I’m alright to write a few but I cannot guarantee.
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Reader and Ally are acquaintances and they eventually have a one-night stand…. Except it does not get too far as Reader notices her soulmate mark on her hip and suddenly runs out.
Angst but a fluffy ending.
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The restaurant was no longer serving food, but drinks were being served to costumers. This had become a thing recently and honestly, you were grateful. Due to this change, You and the owner, Ally, had become close. You had the same humour, same taste in music, same political stance. Ally had confided in you about her past and you had comforted her when she told you about the things difficult to handle. Eventually, you had met her son and often babysat while she was working late. He was your friend. When you thought about it at first, you thought it was quite pathetic. The way you were such close friends with a kid, but he was just like his mother and it was impossible not to love the way a grin lit up his face, showing his dimples.
You watched the exit from your car and waited for Ally.
You and Ally had become close. Remarkably close. But there was always a high tension in the air. Glances and touches that would have been too long if she had been any other person. But she was not any other person; she was Ally and God was she perfect. That is what led you to this amazing situation where you had the opportunity to spend a night with her. The proposition had happened last night
*
You had just finished reading to Oz and listened to his breathing before silently leaving the room. As you crept down the stairs, careful not to be too noisy. As you came to the end of the staircase, you saw the front door open and saw Ally.
“How was work, senator?” You questioned with a smile, Ally placed her bag down and looked you up and down before crashing her lips to yours. You moaned in surprise as her tongue fought with yours, but Ally had won.
Eventually, she pulled back and placed another kiss to your neck. You watched as she properly pulled away with a small smile.
“Stressful.” She answered to the question that you forgot you asked. You watched, still reeling in from shock, as she walked into the kitchen. You followed her and watched her pull out a wine glass and a bottle.
“Not that I’m not happy that happened… What was that for?” You asked, moving closer to her and sat in a seat near her.
“We have tension, Y/N. I have been so stressed at work and looking for a relief. So maybe you could be a friend-with-benefits of sorts?” She suggested before taking in your shocked expression. “Don’t tell me yet, Y/N. Think about it and tell me when you’re sure.”
You nodded slightly and felt your cheeks heating up. Ally grinned at you before pouring herself some wine.
*
You had accepted the offer in morning and now it was evening time. She had told you Oz was staying at a friend’s and to meet her at the restaurant You were sat in the car park and just turned off the car when Ally had approached your car and got in beside you, placing a kiss to your lips. You had blushed and Ally’s face spread into a smile.
“Your place or mine, Y/N?” She asked, placing a hand on your thigh.
“Uh yours.” You stated, looking at her. You smiled as she bit her lip, while nodding.
“Okay, mine.” You started your car and had began to drive when her hand began rubbing your thigh. To say you were excited would be an understatement.
*
Her lips were on yours, lightly pushing you onto her bed. You couldn’t supress your moans and arousal. You grinded against Ally before she pulled away with a grin. You took this opportunity to flip her, so you were on top. Ally let out a noise of surprise and you began kissing her neck.
“Please, Y/N.” She moaned and you kissed down to her chest, and then to her stomach, before beginning to unbutton her jeans. You pulled them down and off of her feet and looked up at her. She smiled and you looked down at her legs again before noticing the way Ally’s jumper had ridden up.
You noticed that mark, on her hipbone. A mark with a crescent moon and a star under it, it matched yours perfectly. You jumped back in shock and Ally opened her eyes and stared at you.
“Y/N, are you okay?” She asked and you backed up into the door, your eyed her hipbone again before opening it and you looked at her.
“I’m sorry. I am sorry. I’ve got to go.” You muttered, running down the stairs and picking up your shoes, quickly getting them on and opening the door before leaving quickly.
Of fucking course your soulmate was Ally. And of course, she only wanted to be friends with benefits.
You got into your car and looked at her house once more before driving away. Tears brimmed your eyes and you noticed your phone vibrating.
You made it home and looked at your phone. A missed call from Ally and a few messages.
‘Are you okay?’
‘I’m sorry if I pushed you, Y/N.’
‘Message me please.’
You ignored the messages and went to bed.
*
It had been two weeks since the incident and after the first week, Ally had stopped messaging you. You regretted this and honestly, you missed her.
You had been walking to a coffee shop when you saw Oz on his bike. You were going to watch him but instead he noticed you and began riding towards you. When he was a foot away, he discarded his bike and ran to give you a hug. You hugged him back gratefully.
“YN! I’ve missed you so much when are you coming over again?” He asked, pulling away slightly to look you in the eyes.
“I don’t know, buddy. I’ve been…” You paused trying to think of the right word. “Busy..”
Oz frowned, “Oh, well, Mum misses you. She said if I saw you ever to tell you that.”
You looked at him shocked, “She spoke to you about me?”
Oz nodded enthusiastically, “Yeah! Mom misses you. I can tell. She is sad, Y/N. But she also said that you weren’t comfortable?” He paused pulling away and looking up at you. “You know my mum loves you right? The same way she loved my other mom. Probably more.”
You felt yourself getting emotional and looked at Oz again, ruffling his hair.
“Are you going home now?” You asked and he shook his head.
“No, I’m going to Freddy’s house. But mum’s at home if you wanna see her.” He returned.
See her. See her. See her.
“Thank you, Oz. I’ll go there now.” You responded and began running in the direction of Ally’s house. You turned around to face Oz and you saw him grinning at you. You gave a smile back before picking up you pace and running.
*
You reached Ally’s house, out of breath. You knocked on the door as well as ringing the doorbell.
“I’m coming!” You heard Ally’s voice moving towards the door. She opened the door, her face portraying shock before she spoke. “Y/N?”
You tried to catch your breath quickly. You nodded and looked at her. You were sure your face was covered in sweat but you didn’t care.
“I spoke to Oz. He seems to think you love me more than you loved Ivy.” You explained, you took a step closer and Ally moved, letting you into the house before closing the door.
“I don’t know where he got that idea…” She trailed off when she turned to see you taking off your jeans. “What are you doing, Y/N? You can’t just run out and then expect it to happen again. You hurt me.”
You moved towards her, grabbing her hands and planting a kiss on one of them.
“I know and I’m sorry, but I love you too and I have something to show you.” You placed her hands on your hipbone and then pulled up your shirt to reveal the thing that made you run away. The crescent moon and a star underneath.
Ally’s eye’s fell to it and her eye’s widened slightly. Ally looked back up to you, “Really? That means we’re—”
“Soulmate’s. I know. That is why I got scared and left. Because I thought you only wanted sex. But speaking to Oz... I’m only glad I did.” You rambled before Ally pulled her hands away from yours and placed them on both your cheeks.
“I only offered sex because I thought that’s all you’d be willing to take.” Ally murmured, and you shook your head, pulling her in for a slow kiss. You pulled back slowly and laid a kiss on her forehead.
“We really ought to communicate more, huh?” You joked, watching as Ally grinned before pulling you in for another kiss.
“But for now, let’s go to my room.” She whispered against your lips.
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A/N: It’s really bad and I’m really sorry, I forced myself to write this so sorry for the terrible writing.
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Take it Slow - Part Seventy-Eight
a/n: okay this is my first shot at a harry:y/n fic, and it will be multiple parts. y/n had a bad experience with an ex over a year ago, and finally accepts her coworker and good friend Niall’s invitation to go on a blind date with his friend Harry.
Warnings: Fluff and smut.
Masterpost (all previous parts can be found in the masterpost)
“I don’t care what time it is when you land, call me and let know when you get to your mum’s.”
“I will.”
“You’re sleepin’ there, and then you’re goin’ home tomorrow?”
“Yes.”
“Okay. And then you’ll FaceTime me so I can see you and Buster?”
“Mhm.”
You were being short because you were trying not to cry. Harry’s eyes were already glossy. You had an amazing week in London with him. You got to spend some more time with Anne. You got to see Mitch and Sarah again. You did a few touristy things. He drove you out to the countryside and you made love in a field. It was all so wonderful. You really didn’t want to leave.
“I wish I could walk you all the way to the gate.”
“Me too.”
You hug for a long time and look up at him.
“I love you.” He says.
“I love you too. See you in a week.” You bite the inside of your cheek.
“Yeah, see you in a week.”
You kiss for a while until a police officer blows his whistle. You jump back and grab the handle of your luggage.
“Bye baby.” He says. You wave and try to smile.
Harry sighs and gets into the car. He bursts into years.
“Please, god, it was bad enough watching you two say goodbye, please don’t tell me you’re goin’ t’cry the entire ride back to your flat.”
“Shut up Gem!” He wipes his eyes.
“It’s a week, Harry! Calm down.”
“I can barely fuckin’ sleep without her, a week is a long time.”
“Do you know how co-dependent that sounds?”
“We’re not co-dependent.” He takes a deep breath. “I’m allowed to miss her. We had a really nice week.”
“Okay, okay, sorry.” She laughs. “Let’s go get that ring.”
Harry and Gemma pull up to the jewelry store where he had ordered your engagement ring…that you still knew nothing about. They go inside and speak to one of the salespeople. A man comes back with the ring a little blue velvet box.
“Blue’s her favorite color.” Harry says to Gemma and she nods.
“Open it up, I’m dyin’ over here.”
Harry slowly opens it and Gemma gasps. It was perfect, and he knew you were going to love it.
“Oh my god, Harry. It’s beautiful, well done.”
It was a thick, white-gold band with a decent size square diamond in the middle. There were two smaller diamonds on either side of the larger one. Harry picks it up to look at the engraving.
“What’s it say?”
“My everything.” He squints at, then smiles at his sister who has tears in her eyes.
“Mum is gonna flip when she sees this.”
“I’ve shown her a picture.”
“I know, but to see it in person…she’s gonna cry for sure.”
Harry puts the ring back in the box and sticks it in his pocket. The two go back to the car and drive to his flat.
“So, when are yeh askin’ her? That thing is gonna burn a whole in your pocket until you do.”
“I was thinkin’ end of September.”
“Harry.” She groans. “Why wait any longer. This whole waiting a year thing is stupid.”
“Our first date was at the beginning of September, so technically I’m not waitin’ til it’s been a year. I didn’t become her boyfriend until October.”
“What if she finds it? Where could hide it? She does all your laundry.”
“I’m gonna leave it locked in my desk at work.”
“Alright, I suppose that’s a good plan. What else do yeh have planned?”
“I’m not tellin’.”
“What? Why not? S’not like I’m gonna tell her.”
“People keep givin’ me suggestions, but I’ve finally figured it out. And I’d like to keep it to myself for as long as I can.”
“You won’t even give me a hint?”
“Nope.”
“You really suck.”
He stings his tongue out at her and she sticks out hers back at him.
“In all seriousness, I’m really happy for you. Mum and I love her, and you two are a great match. I’ve truly never seen yeh so happy, Harry.”
“I’ve never been this happy. I’m glad you and mum love her, it means a lot.” Harry tears up again.
“Oh, Jesus, what now?”
“I just thought of how she might look when she’s walkin’ down the aisle.” Harry sniffles and his voice cracks. “She’ll make a beautiful bride.”
//
“Buster!” You exclaim as you burst through your mom’s door. He comes running towards you and you practically sob. “Mumma missed you so much! Come on let’s call daddy.” You take him into the spare bedroom and get settled. “This’ll be a treat for you to sleep with me tonight, huh?”
You take your phone out and FaceTime Harry. You felt bad because it would be around 4AM there, but he told you to call, so here you were.
“Hello?” He groans. It was dark in his room.
“Turn your light on baby, so we can see you.” You hear him shift and turn the side table light on. “Look, Buster, it’s daddy!” He yips and it makes Harry laugh.
“Hey buddy! Daddy misses you. Daddy misses mummy too.” He winks.
“Ew…don’t do that.” You laugh.
“How was your flight, angel?”
“It was good, I slept for most of it, thank god. Happy to be here with out little boy now.”
“Yeah, I’m glad he’s with his mummy.” You look at each other for a moment.
“Well, you’re one sleep down.”
“Mhm, six more to go.”
“What do you have planned for the rest of the week?”
“More family stuff, hangin’ with friends. Gonna take some pictures for people.”
“You’re working?”
“Only a little, don’t worry.”
“I just want you to enjoy your time away.”
“I will, honey.”
“Okay.” You yawn. “Well, I’ll let you get back to sleep. I just wanted to call like you said.”
“Thank you.” He smiles. “I love you, sweet dreams.”
“Love you too.” You blow him a kiss and hang up. “Okay, Buster, time for bed.”
//
The next morning you have breakfast with your mom and tell her all about your trip. You get Buster in the car and head home. You missed your apartment. You go grocery shopping and meal prep what you’ll need for the rest of the week.
Just as you’re settling on the sofa with some pizza, your phone goes off.
“Hello?”
“Hey, Y/N!”
“What’s up, Seth?”
“Nothing, I was just thinking of you and thought I’d call.”
“You were thinking of me?” Your heart drops into your stomach.
“Yeah…well…not to seem like a creep, but I saw you post your pictures from your trip on Facebook, and saw that you were home. Weather looked great!
“Yeah, it was an amazing trip. Um…why were you thinking of me?”
“You and I were friends once, really good friends. I feel bad that we lost touch after we graduated. I’ve loved seeing you and the girls this summer…it would be nice to hang out without a party and booze though, don’t you think?”
It was true, Seth was one of your best guy friends. You’d be lying if you hadn’t thought of him from time to time. But you’ve rarely thought of another man while being with Harry.
“I suppose that would be nice.”
“Do you think we could meet up for coffee or something sometime?”
“Coffee?”
“Yeah…just as friends, obviously. I’m not trying to cause any issues with your boyfriend.”
“Um…not that I need his permission, but I’d have to ask how he’d feel about that.”
“Really, why? He knows we’re friends.”
“But he also knows that we’ve been more than friends…”
“He does?!”
“Yeah, it sort of came up after your Memorial Day party…”
“He just seemed so chill on the fourth, I didn’t think he knew.”
“He was on his best behavior that day. I just don’t know if he’d appreciate it…but I’ll ask.”
“I really don’t wan to cause any problems.”
“That’s sweet of you to say. I think coffee would be fine, I just don’t want to say yes until I talk to him.”
“Okay, that’s fair. Just text me and let me know.”
“Sounds good…thanks for calling.”
“Sure.”
You hang up and take a deep breath.
//
“I’m way too tired and drunk to walk you across campus.” Seth says, turning the TV off. “Wanna just crash in my room?”
“Yeah, that could work.” You smile as he helps you up off the floor. You tried not to sound too eager.
You follow him upstairs to his room, a room you had been in many times before, but had never slept in it. He closes the door behind you. Seth had the best room in the house because it had a bathroom attached to it.
“Want something to change into?”
“Sure!”
“Here.”
He tosses you a clean pair of plaid boxers and a t-shirt. You go into his bathroom to change. When you come back out your eyes trail up and down his body. He turns around and smiles.
“You don’t mind if I don’t wear a shirt do you?”
“Nope, your room, your rules.” He laughs and gets on the bed. You join him, not feeling nervous at all. You and Seth had cuddled before, it wasn’t weird that you were with him on his bed. “I’ll turn the TV on for a bit.”
“Thanks”
He throws an arm around you as you settle in. Eventually you both fall asleep. He woke up in the middle of the night to the TV and turns it off. You were fast asleep. He smiles and wraps himself around you, holding you close. Seth adored you, not that he would ever say that out loud.
When the sunlight of the room hit your face, you woke up. You turned over and saw Seth on his side facing you, scrolling through his phone. He looks up at you and smiles.
“Hey.” He says.
“Hi.”
“Sleep alright?”
“Mhm. Comfy bed.”
He puts his phone on his night table and moves a little closer to you. He brushes some hair out of your face.
“You’re…really pretty.” Your cheeks flush. “Have I ever told you that?”
“Don’t think so, but thanks.” You smile. “Can I tell you a secret?”
“Always.”
“I stayed late here on purpose last night so you’d invite me upstairs.”
“Can I tell you secret?” You nod. “I know.”
“What?” You giggle. “How?”
“I’ve seen you do it before, very clever.”
“Seth, I have a huge crush on you, and I have for a while.”
“I have a crush on you too.” His hand moves to rub your arm. “But Sarah…”
“Is with Ben, and said it was okay.”
“Really, you’ve spoken with her?”
“We talk about everything.”
“So what you’re saying is if I kissed you right now it would be alright?”
“More than alright.” You lick your lips and move closer so your noses were touching.
He cups your cheek and leans in. Your lips brush and he kisses you. You both smile against each other giggle. You roll onto your back and he moves tot hover over you. He kisses you again, neither of you really caring about the morning breath, and his tongue swipes over your bottom lip. You wrap your legs around him to pull him closer to you, his morning wood pressing into you. You moan against him.
“I want you.” You whisper.
You were insanely attracted to Seth. From his nail polish, to his tattoos, to his piercings.He had so many things that just turned you on. Not to mention that he was just straight up handsome and sweet.
“I want you, too.” He smiles. “So bad.”
He kisses down your neck and tugs at the hem of the shirt he let you borrow. He lifts it up over your head and grins when he sees your nipple piercings.
“I remember when you guys got these.” He tweaks them a little and you groan. “Nice of you to finally show me.”
Just as he wraps his lips around one of them his door flies open, and you cling to him to cover yourself.
“Max! Get the fuck out of here!”
“Sorry! I needed my…Y/N?!”
“Hey.” You say. “Could you, uh, leave?”
“Sorry!”
He leaves quickly and you both start laughing.
“That door lock?”
“Yeah.”
“Go lock it.”
He gets up and locks the door and practically jumps back on the bed.
“You sure this how you want it to go down?” He asks as he kisses down your chest, dipping his hand inside the boxers he let you borrow.
“Yes, want you so bad. Please, fuck me.”
Seth tugs down his own boxers and your eyes nearly pop out of your head.
“Holy shit.” You say under your breath, but he hears you and smirks.
He gets your boxers off and tosses them to the floor. You spread your legs apart for him and he bites his lip. You reach for him and line him up with your center.
“Please, we can do all the fun foreplay stuff another time. I want you, this, right now.”
“Okay, let me just, uh, grab a condom, yeah?”
“Mhm.”
He reaches into his bedside table and retrieves the foil packet.
“Can I put it on you?”
“Yeah.” He smiles and hands it to you. “Just when I didn’t think you could get any cooler.”
“Shut up.” You laugh and roll the condom on his long, thick length.
He presses his tip against you and slowly starts to push in. A tear rolls down your cheek as he stretches you out.
“Alright?”
“Yeah, just, you’re really big.” You both giggle. “I just need a second to adjust.”
He leans in to kiss you and nips at your jaw to your ear.
“Take your time.” He whispers. “I’ve got all day.”
//
“Shit.” You say to yourself. “Daddy’s not gonna be happy, Buster. But what can I do? Coffee can’t hurt right?” He yips at you. You call Harry and he answers on the second ring.
“Hey, lovie.” You giggle at the term.
“Hi dolly.”
“What’s up?” He was in such a good mood, you didn’t want to sour it.
“Um, well, I have a question.”
“Okay.”
“Seth called me today…”
“Go on.”
“He wants to get coffee with me sometime soon, but…I told him I had to ask you first before I said yes or no.”
“That makes me sound a little psycho, doesn’t it?”
“He even said he didn’t want to cause trouble, I just…I…didn’t want to say yes or no before I spoke with you.”
“Do you want to have coffee with him? I mean, what’s the point?”
“Well, we used to be really good friends, and you know how it is after you graduate, you can’t stay in touch with everyone. I’d like to catch up with him one on one, without any alcohol…”
“Can you go to a place that’s dog friendly?”
“Sure! Plenty of places have outdoor seating right now.”
“Will you call me right after?”
“I don’t even know if it’s happening this week, but if it does, then yes.”
“I’m fine with it.”
“Are you sure?”
“Yeah…I really appreciate you calling and asking first. It means a lot to me.”
“I just didn’t want to keep something from you.”
“Thanks, babe.”
You and Harry talk more about how his day is going before you hang up to text Seth.
//
“You’re havin’ coffee after work with your ex, and Harry’s okay with it?” Niall asks you the next day at work.
“First of all, he’s not my ex, and second of all, yes, Harry’s fine with it.”
“He’s an ex lover, Y/N.”
“Don’t you have to be in love for someone to be your lover? I mean Harry’s my lover if anything. Seth…I was never in love with.”
“Well, I don’t like it.”
“Buster’s coming with me, so I’ll have a chaperone. I’m going to be in my work clothes, so it’s not like I look sexy.” Niall crosses his arms and looks at you. “How is this sexy?! My chest is covered and this comes to my knees.”
“You’re a cute girl wearin’ a tight dress. It’s sexy.” You swat an arm at him.
“It’s just coffee.”
“I think you’re playin’ with fire.”
“I haven’t thought about him like that in years. If I really wanted him I would’ve been his girlfriend.”
“But you’re both grown now. You could-“
“Niall, please. I called my boyfriend and essentially asked his permission to see an old friend. It’s no big deal. It’s just coffee. It’s not like we’re having dinner and drinks.”
“Will you please text me when you get home?”
“Sure.”
//
You laid there with a huge smile on your face after you were done. It was the best sex you ever had. You were cuddled up with him. He was smiling too.
“That was fun.” He says. “You’re fun.”
“I’ve always been fun.”
“But that was like extra fun.” He kisses the top of your head. “What happens next?”
“You become my number one booty call, and you drop everything for me every time I wanna hook up.”
“You know what? That seams really fair.” You both laugh.
“In all seriousness, what do you want to have happen next?”
“I don’t know, I know I definitely wanna fuck you again.”
“Mm, me too.”
“I also know I don’t really want a girlfriend right now…is that mean to say?”
“No, it’s not mean.” You sigh. “In all honesty I don’t want a boyfriend. I really like being friends with you, I’m just really attracted to you.”
“So what we’re talking about his friends with benefits.”
“I guess so. Are you good with that?”
“I’m very good with that.”
“Good.”
//
You meet Seth outside a local coffee shop with Buster at your side after work. You two hug lightly, and go inside to order your drinks. You decide to split a scone, and find a table outside to sit at.
“You look so…professional.” He laughs.
“So do you! A button up and a tie? I’m shocked.”
“Hey, tablets don’t sell themselves.”
“Let me ask you something. Do your clients get thrown off at all when they see the lip piercing?” You giggle.
“Actually, it works in my favor quite a bit. It really shows that I’m comfortable with myself. As do the knuckle tattoos. Turns out my parents were wrong.” He laughs. “It also helps that I’m incredibly charming.”
“And a little narcissistic.” You sip on your iced decaf and break off a piece of scone to pop into your mouth.
“So, how long have you been with Harry, spill all the tea.”
“I gave you plenty to sip on at Memorial Day.”
“You showed me a picture of him and that was about it. Then you bring him to the fourth, and just happens to share a shocking resemblance to me.” He smirks and your jaw drops as you scoff.
“He looks nothing like you! First of all, his skin is tan, his eyes are green not hazel, big fucking difference-“
“His nails are painted, he has a ton of tattoos-“
“His tongue’s not pierced.” You cross your arms and smirk. “He doesn’t need the extra help.”
“Really, we’re just diving right into that, huh? I’ll have you know I took that out years ago.” He sticks his tongue out at you. “And as I recall you didn’t have much to say about it back then. Well you did, but they were mostly you moaning my name so…” He smiles at you and you shake your head.
“Is this why you wanted to get coffee with me? To go down memory lane?”
“No.” He scoffs. “I genuinely miss my friend.”
“And you just realized this because?”
“What do you mean?”
“Seth…”
“Okay, okay. You guys come to my parties every year, and I’ve either been dating someone or you have…”
“And I’m still dating someone.”
“That’s not what I meant. I think it’s stupid to not be friends with someone just because they have a significant other. I miss you, I’ve missed you for a long time.”
“Just me?”
“No, Rachel and Sarah too…but you and I were always closer and you know it.”
“That’s true.”
“Do you miss me?”
“In all honesty…I feel like I blocked you out of my mind. I’ve gone through a lot since graduation Seth.” He nods. “I know that sounds harsh.”
“It’s okay.” He takes a sip of his drink. “So, how did you and Harry meet?” He smiles.
“My friend Niall…Sarah’s now boyfriend, set us up.”
“Love at first sight?”
“Essentially…I mean we had one date one weekend and the next weekend we had like three more dates. He swept me off my feet.” Seth takes a bite of the scone. “He really loves me.”
“I could tell, just from the way he was looking at you. I’m really happy for you.”
“Thanks.” You smile. “No girls trying to scoop you up?”
“I’m in between girls at the moment…I, uh, sometimes date men.” He looks down and blushes. You grab his hand and squeeze it. He looks back up at you. “I’m bi.”
“Oh, Seth. Thank you for telling me. When did you realize?”
“After we graduated. I think I’ve always sort of known, but just never put two and two together. There was this guy I talked to at a bar one night, and one things led to another…”
“Wow.”
“Yeah. So I’ve dated some women, and some men. I can’t really figure out what I want.”
“Well, you’re only twenty-four…you have a lot of time. Do your parents know?”
“Yeah, my whole family does. There was a guy I dated for a while so I eventually brought him home to meet them. They were cool with it. My parents are from Vermont, they’re traditional but love the gays.” You burst out laughing and so does he. “I’m just sort fluid, you know? I like who I like, and I’ve just learned to go with the flow.”
“That’s really cool, Seth. I’m happy you’ve discovered these things about yourself. Not be pushy, but I do know a very nice young man that works for Harry who happens to be single and a confirmed gay.”
“Wouldn’t that be weird? You setting me up?”
“I don’t know.” You shrug. “It’s not like we have feelings for each other…right?”
“I mean to be honest if you were single I’d totally jump your bones, but I don’t think that feeling will ever go away.” He chuckles. “We had some pretty hot sex back in the day. But, no, there’s no feelings.”
“I forgot how blunt you can be, Jesus.” You take a sip of your drink. “Harry owns his own studio, you could come by some time and I can introduce you to Isaac.”
“Isaac, aw, that’s a cute name.”
“I have a picture from him, do you wanna see?”
“Sure, why not?”
You pull up a picture of Isaac on your phone from the studio opening and show Seth. His eyes grow wide.
“Oh wow…he’s adorable.”
“So adorable! And I know he thinks Harry’s cute, so he’d think you’re cute too.”
“Oh, so this is you admitting that we’re the same person?”
“You have very similar qualities, but you are not the same.”
“Relax, I’m just teasing. You know what? Fuck it. I trust you. Oh! Then we could go on double dates!”
“Oh my god, you read my mind!” You squeal. “I can’t wait to tell Harry.”
“I’m sure he’ll be relieved I’m not a threat.”
“You weren’t before.”
“Mhm, sure.” He sips his drink. “I’m really glad we did this.”
“Me too.”
Seth walks you to your car and hugs you goodbye. You text Niall when you get home and immediately call Harry.
“Hey! Weird question, but Isaac is confirmed single right?”
“Uh, yeah, why?”
“I wanna set him up with Seth.”
“I’m…gonna need a little bit of context here.”
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Can you do one where Harry and y/n have a huge fight and she says something she doesn’t mean and he’s too hurt by it to listen to her apologies and walks away from her. She thinks he hates her as they don’t talk for a couple days. She cries some more before leaving the house and driving off somewhere. She ends up in an accident, going off the road and getting trapped between trees. No witnesses, no help comes for a while until Harry finally finds her and they make up and he gets help.
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“Harry, you should’ve said something.” Y/N bitterly says as she walks in their house with Harry following right behind her. They had just come back home from Anne’s house and some things were said that left Y/N completely embarrassed. The whole ride was basically death since she couldn’t even look at him and he was already pissed about her overreacting.
“My mum wasn’t even trying to embarrass you, love. Take a breather and stop thinking like that.” He takes his coat off quickly, tossing it on the bench near their front door. She was already getting a glass of water from their fridge. He walks down the few little steps and meets her in the kitchen.
“You think I’m overreacting? Harry, your mother literally made a backhanded comment about me.” Y/N harshly slams her cup on the counter so she can mimic Anne. “Oh, you work as a librarian? That’s nice. The world needs more of those. Don’t you think Harry?”
“I really don’t think my mother was trying to insult your job. She raised me well and I know she’s not that type of woman.”
“I get it though! My job seems really boring but I generally do care about what I do. I just wish you would’ve said something about it for me.”
“You can do that yourself.”
“What? Why should I talk back to your mother? You should be on my side!”
“Oh my God, honestly, I’m over this.” Harry rolls his eyes and walks out of the kitchen.
“Harry, can you come back over here? We’re not done.” Y/N folds her arms across her chest. If looks could kill, Harry would have been done for.
“What? What do you honestly want me to say, Y/N? That I’m sorry your job is boring, unlike mine?”
“I’m saying that I want you to defend me when your mother is belittling me. This won’t be the last time!”
“Can you hear yourself? You’re so narcissistic!”
“Are you fucking kidding me?” Y/N yells back as their screaming match becomes louder.
“What! You’re literally making my mum seem like the worst person you’ve ever met!”
“You’re the worst person I’ve ever met! I’m so fucking sick of brushing over these things in our relationship that you think is small. I’m so tired of you!”
“Oh.” Harry’s face drops as his voice becomes normal again. His throat hurts from yelling at her but he truly didn’t think he was wrong. “If you’re so tired of me. I think it’s better if I just leave.”
“Harry, I didn’t mean that.” Y/N wipes away her tears, trying to move around the counter island so she can reach out to him. “Harry, where are you going?” She begins to cry again as she watches him grab his jacket and make his way out the front door.
“I’m leaving.”
“Harry, please stay, can we talk?” She tries to hold onto his arm but he’s already shaking her hold off him.
“No, I should leave. “
“Harry, I love you, please… say something back. Let me know you’re coming back.” But Harry couldn’t even reply to her as his heartfelt broken. He wanted to tell her that he still loves her but after her heated confession, he can’t help but feel pissed off. Pissed off about the fact she thought of him this way. Pissed off that she’s tired of him because, in the whole truth, he has never been tired of her. All he wants to do is keep her… forever.
He leaves without another word making Y/N fall to her knees as she watches him go into his car and look at her. He didn’t show any ounce of emotion which broke her heart more. He backs out of their driveway and zooms off, leaving her ears numb to the sound of his engine.
~
It’s been three days since Harry has left home. She tried to leave voicemails in his inbox but he probably couldn’t understand anything after the 7th one, because after that she was just full-on sobbing. Was she a bit extra about him leaving? Yeah, probably but he was her first love and for him to leave her because of something she didn’t truly mean just made her more disappointed in herself. She’s been with him for 4 years and if anything, she didn’t want their relationship to end because of this stupid fight. They are both stubborn and too sensitive that their relationship felt like it no longer had a future at this point and it scared her… a lot.
Without another thought, Y/N grabs the keys of her Tesla that Harry bought for her last year. She didn’t know where she was going to go but she needed to look for him. She needed to find him and make him listen to her. She truly didn’t want to lose him. She’s not tired of him. She can spend the next 100 years of Harry leaving the toothpaste open. She can spend the next 100 years of Harry talking about his dreams and his ideas because she loves him. She’s always been in love with him.
Wiping away her tears, she hops in the car, glancing at her rear mirror. She was an absolute mess. Her eyes were still red and her cheeks were still puffy but she just wanted a hug from her boyfriend. She just needed reassurance.
Their house was in the middle of nowhere with trees and mountains all over. The roads are secluded and definitely the opposite of where Harry used to live. When he bought this house, he wanted to pick a private property where he and Y/N can have runs and picnics and the paparazzi wouldn’t see them.
With all these advantages, however, it had one disadvantage. The curvy roads. They had loops after loops. Sharp turns everywhere before you can hit the main road. Y/N was already getting flashbacks of her and Harry laughing in his car as they drove through these roads for the first time. How excited she felt about seeing their house for the first time. How he kept smirking at her astonishment of the view they can see out their windows.
She could remember his eyes and the way he held onto the wheel as he drove through these roads and I guess this was also how she missed a turn and headed straight into crashing in a tree.
Beep. Beep. Beep.
The only thing that was keeping her conscious was focusing on the beep her car was making. She couldn’t move a muscle but her eyelids slowly tried to open themselves to see what everything looked like.
It was a mess really. She could see her windshield broken with shards all over her dashboard and herself. Her arms were dripping with blood and she can feel herself slowly struggling to take another breath.
So, this is what dying feels like?
“Y/N!” A voice rings through her ears. It makes a tear fall out of her sore eyes as she hears the melodic voice. At least, before she dies she can hear him once more. Maybe, she apologizes once more in her head, he can forever hear it in his. Her eyes close once more as she tries to not only focus on the beep of her car but the birds and maybe the wind too.
But something breaks her out of her trance as she hears the sound of the ambulance and firefighters coming.
They won’t reach her in time. They won’t reach me in time.
She smiles softly to herself as she feels her heartbeat slow down. What a shame. Her family will think she died of a heart attack but in reality, she died because of a broken heart.
“Baby, can you hear me please.” She opens her eyes a little. Her heartbeat picks up a bit as she watches a tearful Harry grab onto her hand. “Stay with me, baby, please. I’m sorry. Please!”
“Harry?”
“I’m sorry I left you. I love you so much. You’ll be okay. I’m right here.” He rambles on. “Baby, I was at my mum’s house these past few days. You’re right, my mom even said I should be on your side. I fucking love you! She told me to come here and get you back. I saw your car and I fucking freaked. Please.”
“It’s okay, I love you too.”
“Sir, please back away. We need to get her out quickly.” A man in uniform tries to pull Harry away.
“You’ll be alright baby. I promise you.”
Luckily that night, Y/N did survive her fatal car crash and if anything, Harry promised to never brush away the little problems in their relationship anymore.
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Goodnight, Aaron (Aaron Hotchner x OC) Chapter 5
Summary: After being grilled about his ex-girlfriend on what is meant to be a fun birthday outing, Sebastian gets some new information dropped on him by a worn-out Jack.
AN: Sorry I haven't posted in a while! Been a bit busy with job and family stuff. Hope you enjoy this chapter. This chapter is mostly unedited sorry!
Tagging: @sunlight-moonrise, @clean-bands-dirty-stories, @genevievedarcygranger, and @davidrossi-ismydad
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“They asked you to coach?”
Sebastian watched Jack run off to warm up with his team, then he turned back to Hotch who clicked the car keys to lock, “Do they know what you do for a living? And they’ve asked you to coach before? Mental.”
Hotch let out a chuckle at how utterly ridiculous Sebastian made it sound. And, truth be told, it was “mental” that Hotch was still coaching his son and their team when he still had to wrangle together his own team back at the BAU.
Sebastian adjusted his bag strap, “You need to learn to say ‘no’ to some people, Aaron.”
Hotch shook his head, playing into that teasing tone that had worked its way ito the conversation, “Well I don’t suppose you would be up for it?”
“I know nothing about football.”
“Soccer.”
“Soccer,” and Hotch laughed at the way Sebastian’s nose wrinkled as he mimicked the accent – albeit with heavy exaggeration on the vowels.
“Dave!”
Hotch’s hand raised into the air, catching the attention of his co-worker.
Sebastian felt the pressure crank up to eleven as David Rossi sauntered over. He did not look like he was about to coach little league. He looked like he was about to go to one of his many villas in Europe and lounge around there for two weeks drinking wine.
“David Rossi, this is Sebastian Porter.”
“Jack’s nanny, of course,” Rossi shook his hand heartily. Sebastian immediately wanted Rossi to be the cool uncle he never had.
He couldn’t think of anything wittier to say than this: “And you work with Aaron. On and off the pitch.”
“Couldn’t let him do it alone,”
“My ride’s here, so I’ll see you this evening. Nice meeting you, David.”
Though Sebastian was already behind schedule, he spared himself the embarrassment of his boss watching him lightly jogging over to his companions - and said companions clowning him for said light jogging.
“Aww, a lil peewee match?” Bellamy teased loudly, though not loud enough for the team to hear her.
Sebastian wanted to give her a playful shove, but he didn’t trust that she wouldn’t slide off her rollerblades deliberately, so instead he retorted, “Bullying kids, Bellamy? I thought you couldn’t stoop any lower.”
Klaus stopped rolling back and forth on his BMX, “Which one’s the boss then?”
“Wearing the white polo and shorts, not holding the clipboard.”
Klaus squinted behind his par of wholly unnecessary sunglasses, “Hmm, both are fit.”
“Come on, you’re staring,” and Sebastian twisted Klaus’ baseball cap around backwards before climbing onto the back of the bike.
As Klaus gave an indignant retort, he pushed off and began to cycle away. Sebastian’s hands gripped his shoulders tight and he opted to send a smile in his boss’ direction as opposed to a wave. Bellamy, the embarrassing mom type that she was, waved with both hands and skated backwards as she went.
Their afternoon sesh was off to a rocking start when Sebastian refused even one drink – sticking instead to a diet soda – while Bellamy and Klaus went for bottomless Bellini’s.
Bellamy discussed what children the new term had brought her. A short summary was that they were all little shits whom she adored and would protect with her life. That had been her track record for the part three years she had taught at this high school. The trio clinked glasses in celebration to her track record.
“Honestly, they’re so ready to get to using the Bunsen burners. It’s gonna be bonkers,” She beamed as a server brought her a refilled glass, “Can’t wait to bust out the copper.”
“As much as I love you talking science to me,” Klaus paused to put on a solemn mask that was cracked from the triumph he was wearing beneath, “We have to talk about Pippa while I’m still partially sober.”
When both his friends zeroed in on him whilst sipping their Bellini’s through straws, Sebastian all but exploded with excuses, “Oh my god, I get it! You told me so! It’s been a month! Can we drop it?”
“You went back to her!” Klaus ignored Sebastian’s “I know’s” with his head craning to reach over his friend’s voice, “After everything she did to you! You that desperate for attention?”
“Yeah!”
Both Bellamy and Klaus ceased their teasing, Klaus dropping back into his chair as he said, “Woah, ok, sorry dude.”
“It’s ok.”
Bellamy took Sebastian’s glass away, “Babe, that’s really depressing, you sure you haven’t been drinking?” She took a long sniff, her nose twirling around the rim before sliding it back to Sebastian, “No, he really is that deep.”
“Ha ha.”
Both Bellamy and Klaus sobered up considerably, the tone of their voices shifting into quiet support as Bellamy draped her arm around Sebastian’s shoulders, “I’m glad you got out of it, Bash.”
“Me too. And Rachael.”
“Ooo, how is Rachael?” Klaus pushed his sunglasses up his nose. How he looked like such a douchebag, shades on indoors, yet so happy with that status, Sebastian didn’t care to think about right now.
“She’s got a job in a firm now, big proper one.”
“Oooh! Can she get me out of my parking tickets?”
Suddenly the lights dimmed and Bellamy whipped out her phone, grinning behind it as Klaus looked up and around with a baby’s curiosity.
A troop of servers marched over with the birthday cake Bellamy had dropped off earlier that day. Its bright red buttercream icing
Klaus went very quiet, a bashful smile glowing in the candlelight as the restaurant turned its attention to sing “Happy Birthday” to him.
“Happy Birthday, Klaus.” Bellamy and Sebastian kissed both his cheeks at the same time, a perfect photo op that one of the servers took for them.
The birthday boy was gracious enough to share his cake and give Sebastian a ride home after a few more drinks. Of water, Sebastian insisted that Klaus sober up a little so they weren’t going to crash the bike before his night out.
At the crossroads, Bellamy turned left when they went right, her arm stretching out to them like she was watching her loved one get shipped off to war. Sebastian was dropped off shortly after, just outside the block of flats, and Klaus was already off before Sebastian could tackle him with a hug. So he shouted after him. Nothing expletive, but it was enough for Klaus to look over his shoulder and smirk, swerving not a second later to avoid an incoming pedestrian.
When Sebastian entered the flat, Hotch and Rossi were in the sitting room, lounging in the settee over a bottle of whiskey artistically placed on the coffee table.
“Hey, how was the training?”
“Tough, but those kids are tougher.” Rossi raised his drink to his statement, and Sebastian thought about how he could subtly slide some adoption papers across the coffee table.
“Do you want a drink?” Hotch asked.
Already going to the kitchen, Sebastian checked in the stew he’d prepped that morning in the slow cooker, “I’m good, thanks.” He was a little peeved that he’d spent the afternoon sober, especially during the bashing of the ex-girlfriend, but he could always grab a nightcap later on. “Where’s Jack?”
“I SCORED A GOAL!”
Sebastian smile strained as he saw the state of Jack’s shorts once he rounded the corner to the kitchen. His shirt was off; clearly he was in the middle of getting changed.
“That’s brilliant, but if you come at me with them muddy keks, I’ll score a goal with you! Come back in your jammies and we’ll celebrate properly.” And he shooed Jack away to the bathroom. The star striker to be disappeared, his muddy rear skidding into his bedroom with the door closing quick behind him.
“‘Keks’?” Rossi repeated with an eyebrow raised.
So Sebastian clarified, “Trousers.”
“You mean pants.”
Sebastian narrowed his eyes at Hotch’s so-called correction before saying again, “No, keks.”
Thankfully they saw the funny side of it, allowing a hint of strain to drop from Sebastian’s shoulders just in time for Jack to come running back in. This time, he was wearing pyjamas.
Sebastian caught him neatly and plonked him on the countertop, “Tell me all about practice!”
As Sebastian prepared the rest of dinner, Jack babbled away about the training and his teammates. His energy by comparison to the other conversation between Hotch and Rossi caused theirs to stagnate in favour of joining in. Sebastian carried Jack across to the other counters without impeding his speech, keeping an eye on him and the food, while Hotch and Rossi joined in the storytelling.
At Jack’s description of Hotch and Rossi’s demonstration of a paired-up passing game, Sebastian’s abandoned phone began to buzz.
“Sorry Jack, I gotta get this. But why don’t you set the table?” Sebastian took him back down to Earth and shuffled him in the direction of the cutlery drawer before he picked up his mobile, “Hey, what are you doing up? Go to bed, young lady.”
Rachael replied with a heftier helping of snarkasm, “I’m in bed at the moment actually. Have you rung Mum and Dad yet?”
“I have, don’t worry,”
“Ok. Just checking.”
“Texting exists, you know? Not that I don’t delight at the sound of your grumpiness.”
“Yeah, well, you’re starting to sound more American.”
Casting an eye over to see Jack was nattering away to Hotch and Rossi, Sebastian whispered, “Shut your goddamn mouth.”
“I’ll call you after work. Love you, bye.”
“Bye.”
Sebastian hung up then slapped his free palm against his face.
Hotch caught his attention, leaning ever so slightly into his range of vision with concern, “Are you alright?”
“Forgot to say I love you, she’s gonna hold that against me for five years at least.”
As the person dishing up and the last to get to the table, Sebastian sat beside Rossi with Jack opposite him and Hotch diagonally across. There was a tautness in Sebastian’s back as he tried desperately not to gauge Rossi’s reaction to his food.
Instead Rossi reminded him of their meeting earlier, “Interesting choice in mode of transport today.”
Like a deer in the headlights, Sebastian tripped his way through his explanation, “Thanks, we’re desperately trying to reclaim our youth.” Then he popped a forkful of meat into his mouth to excuse him from further conversation.
Except Jack didn’t get the memo. “Who were you talking to on the phone?”
“My sister, Rachael, she’s got a big case on tomorrow.”
“She’s a lawyer,” Rossi pointed across the table with his fork, “Hotch was a defence attorney.”
The information was so shiny and new to Sebastian, that he forgot to implement his “you’re my boss” filter and he said, “You look for ‘intimidating’ in your job descriptions?”
No time for regret, Jack once against filled the space. “Intimidating?”
“Yeah, intimidating, big into justice, likes his suit,” and instead of back down, Sebastian leant over his plate as if to tell a secret, and Jack opposite him leant close too as Sebastian said, “Your dad’s basically Batman.”
Jack’s face lit up at the comparison, one he had made in the past, and he continued to grin as he ate his stew.
“Anyway, our kid’s following up on some advice about getting my deposit back from my bedsit. Landlord’s being an absolute bad word.”
“If you want, I can take a look at it,” Hotch offered.
Sebastian looked back at Jack with fond bemusement, “Told you, your dad’s Batman, just no billions minus the brutality.”
Hotch’s cutlery slipped and collided loudly with his plate as Sebastian said, “It’s all good, thank you. I just sent him some photos of what the mattress looked like when I first moved in, should get him to give up.”
The conversation stagnated from Sebastian, still worn out word-wise from his afternoon drinking non-drinking outing, so he was grateful for the fact he finished first and Jack finished second.
“We can leave the grown-ups now,” he said in a loud whisper, already walking off with Jack to his bedroom.
Over his shoulder, he heard Rossi say not so quietly an I-told-you-so about how “men can be nannies” and that Sebastian was a good choice. While Sebastian was relieved at he had made a good impression on Rossi, he was not so much feeling the inferred sexism his boss held. Still, he was hired now. Microaggressions could be tackled when he got to them.
Cross-legged on the carpet, Jack set about demolishing the rocket. Bricks flew across his little zone of construction. One stray red brick hit Sebastian right between his sock and his cuffed jeans.
“What are we on today, bud? Pirate ship?”
But Jack was quiet. His energy levels were definitely crashing after such a big day. Sebastian gave him space to answer if he wanted, taking charge of organising the bricks into sizes for Jack to pick from.
When there was no reply for a solid minute, Sebastian asked, “You ok?”
For a while, Jack continued his silence. He was busy looking for a very specific shape of brick. His fingers searched over the top of the pile then dove into it, fishing out the perfect piece. Then he spoke.
“Batman beats up the bad guys,” Jack said, his voice hushed, “But so does Daddy.”
Sebastian blinked then recovered just as quick, “Oh I’m not sure about that.”
But Jack shook his head with his eyes still on assembling his boat, “He beat up the man who killed Mommy. Don’t tell him, it’s a secret.”
“A secret from him?” Sebastian didn’t know he was whispering too until he had already spoken.
“He doesn’t know we know. Can you make the mast please?”
And Jack held out a square block. Sebastian blinked again and accepted the piece. Clearly Jack thought this was a very casual conversation, something that Sebastian should keep from Hotch very easily. And he was making a ship.
“Jack, have you told that to anyone else?”
“No.”
“How tall do you want the mast?”
Jack measured with the space between his hands. Taking note, Sebastian continued to stack bricks until the desired height was reached, and Jack took it off his hands, placing it in the middle of the boat.
“I’m gonna get a drink. Do you want anything?”
The little guy shook his head, now completely absorbed in his construction projects. With a pat on his head, Sebastian twisted his legs around to stand and went to stand in the hallway. The door closed behind him and he pressed his forehead against the wall. He took a deep breath, rolling his head to the left, and pushed back his shoulders. A crack from his neck introduced him to the kitchen, where he tossed a half smile at Hotch and Rossi. Then he busied himself with getting that drink. A few drops of water splashed against his wrist.
“Hey Sebastian?”
Said person looked around to see Rossi rocking on the back legs of his chair, “I don’t suppose Hotch ever told you that, when you were taking your trial day, he nearly called you every hour to see how you were doing?”
“Dave,” Hotch said with something that was clearly intended to be a warning tone. The smile he was fighting to keep off his face betrayed him.
“No, he didn’t.” He hid his smirk in his glass. It dropped fast though. The Batman comments were still heavy in his mind, and now with Jack’s context on the brutality aspect, he wasn’t really jazzed to crack another joke lest he stumble across some more unfortunate information.
Rossi didn’t seem to care about that so much, “I had to micromanage his micromanaging.”
“Oh, I wouldn’t’ve minded that.” Sebastian’s foot idly dragged across the tile in front of him, “I’m sure Jack wouldn’t’ve either. And speaking of-” He pulled out his phone and pulled up the website he and Jack had browsed during breakfast, “I have a very important question for you: can we get this bouncy castle for Jack’s birthday?”
He showed the photo of the dream castle to the two men.
“You mean a ‘bounce house’?”
“No, I mean bouncy castle. He was telling me all about wanting a slide one, he’d be over the moon if he got to bring his classmates around to go on one!”
“I suppose if we removed all my furniture and knocked down the walls, we could fit it in here,” Hotch said smartly. His eyebrows were raised as he looked away from the screen at Sebastian, who snorted. God, it wasn’t even that funny.
Once again, Rossi chimed in with his brilliant contributions, saving Sebastian from utter shame, “You know, we could have the party at my home.”
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Birthday Treat 💕
Warnings: smut / Word count: 2.4k
"How many times do I have to tell you Y/N? I don't need anything."
Johnny catches your hand as you walk past him where he's sitting at the breakfast bar, pulling you gently to him. You resist, preoccupied with your chores, but his grip tightens and he firmly pulls you until you have no choice but to fall into his lap. You wind your hands around his neck, sighing.
"But it's your birthday Johnny, I can't not get you anything," you complain.
He nestles his face into your neck, planting a soft kiss there. "But I have all I need right here."
You've been with Johnny for nearly a year now and you love his sweet, easy-going nature. He doesn't care much for the material things in life, he doesn't crave flash cars or fancy clothes like some of your exes. That's one of the things you love about him. He's humble, grounded. As long as he's surrounded by the people he loves and he's got his music that's all he needs.
You want to give him something special though, something memorable, something that will make this first birthday of his that you've spent together unforgettable. You've been agonising whether your budget will stretch to that impressive Les Paul guitar you've seen him eyeing up online. Maybe you'll just have to be a little more inventive...
He's nuzzling your neck now, brushing his lips over the sensitive skin there, his stubble tickling you.
"Johnny... stop! I've got to get ready for work!" You protest, pulling away even though you'd like nothing more than to spend the morning in his arms.
"Come on darlin', you can be five minutes late surely?"
You giggle. "Five minutes? That all you got in you then?"
He leans back then, a grin lighting up his face. "That's it, I know what I'd like for my birthday... I've had the perfect idea!"
"Uh-huh?" You're waiting, perched on his lap, ready to hop off and get ready for the day.
"Time... just time with you. I've been so busy with gigs and recording, and you work all the hours god sends you. I just want a bit of interrupted time with you love. That's all. Look... you're rushing off again aren't you?"
You roll your eyes at him. The sentiment is sweet, but that's not really a proper gift is it?
You lean forward and kiss him softly on the lips. "What should I do? Wrap myself up in shiny paper with a big bow for you?"
He raises his eyebrows, blue eyes twinkling at you mischievously. "As long as I get to unwrap you."
You kiss him again, and swiftly jump down off his lap, a glance at the clock on the wall telling you you're already going to be late for your shift. Then you're rushing around, cursing under your breath. This will be the second time you'll have been late this week and you've been working long shifts. Johnny's right. You've both got such busy lives you're missing out on the important things, the simple things like just being together.
You think back to when you first met. Afternoons spent whiling away the hours in each other's arms, kissing each other all over, finding out what turned each other on. Lazy slow, sensual sex or crazy, mad passionate fucking depending on how the mood would take you.
You formulate a plan, it's a week until his birthday and you decide that anticipation is key in this. Johnny's a very passionate guy and you know it will drive him crazy if you resist his advances, and to be honest you find it hard yourself. Catching sight of his lean naked body as he steps out of the shower in the morning, feeling his warm body pressing up against you in bed at night, it's taking all your willpower not to pounce on him... but you want him to be longing for you by the time you're ready for him.
The day arrives and you know he's busy in the morning visiting family. Then you have friends coming in the evening for a party and you have a lot to prepare, so you shoo him out of the house so you can get on. You can see the disappointment in his eyes as he turns to leave although he won't show it. He was hoping for a morning spent getting tangled up in the bedsheets with you but you jumped up and out of bed as soon as your eyes opened and you've not stopped since.
Now he's gone you can get the real preparation underway, you shower and dry yourself down, smiling with excitement as you pull out the new lingerie set you bought with Johnny in mind. He always says he'd find you sexy in anything but this is gorgeous. It's black sheer intricate lace and it makes you feel pretty special as you slip into it and appraise your reflection in the mirror. You take time with your make up. Dark, smoky eyes and glossy cherry red lips. You pucker up and blow a kiss at your reflection, giggling with anticipation as you hear Johnny's key in the lock.
"Y/N?" You hear him call as you hear the door close behind him.
"I'll be right down!" You call back.
He starts to speak, talking loudly as you hear him making his way along the hallway. "Mum was moaning that you didn't come. You know how she always says..."
He stops, mid-sentence, frozen in complete shock, stunned as he catches sight of you on the stairs.
"Woah..." is all he manages, eyes wide, mouth agape, as you slowly start your descent, eyes fixed on him.
His gaze is roaming your body as you reach the bottom step and walk towards him, reaching up on your tip-toes to wrap your arms around his neck. He bends down to meet you and you mash your lips against his hungrily, and he responds, kissing you passionately, his hands grasping your waist, pulling you to him.
He finally pulls away, breathless. "Bloody 'ell Y/N! What's all this for then?"
"You said you wanted me for your birthday didn't you?" You say, a sexy smile on your lips, noting the lipstick stains smeared on his. "Come on..."
You grab his hand and lead him into the kitchen. You've placed a single chair there in the empty space and you urge him to sit down. Johnny immediately has his hands around your waist, trying to pull you into his lap but you back out of his grasp.
"Oh no... you have to wait," you say.
Johnny watches you, eyes wide with a disbelieving kind of excitement, a look on his face like all his Christmases have come at once.
You have butterflies in your stomach and you're nervous too. You feel completely comfortable in front of Johnny and you're confident about your body, but you're suddenly struck with doubt as to whether you can pull this off. You cross to the stereo and flick it on and the music starts to play.
You walk slowly back to Johnny, eyes locked with his, then you grab him roughly by the lapels of his shirt and your lips crash against his as you lean over him. You feel his hands go to your hips, but you grasp them firmly, forcing them back down by his sides.
"You can look... but you can't touch..." you whisper in his ear.
"I can't promise you that love," he smirks, and you smile back at him, swaying to the music, before starting to unbutton his shirt.
His hat's the first thing to go, you fling it on to the floor, smiling to yourself. He never takes that bloody thing off! Then you peel his shirt over his shoulders and bend down, planting little kisses all over his bare chest, running your hands over his skin. Next you unbutton his jeans and inch them down his thighs, and he shifts in his seat so you can pull them further down.
You can hear his breathing deepening and he's struggling to contain himself, his hands starting to roam over your body again.
You step back. "What did I say, huh?"
He shakes his head slowly, his eyes dark and full of lust as you step over and straddle him on the chair, your own gaze locking with his as you start to grind your hips against him in time to the music. He's just in his boxers now and it's quite obvious how aroused he is. You move your hips in a slow rotation, all the time keeping your eyes fixed on his, the desperation on his face fuelling your need for him all the more.
"Come on Y/N, let me touch you," he whines, the need in his voice unmistakable.
You rise up, placing a finger against his lips, shaking your head slightly. "Today is all about you..."
You sink down to your knees, grabbing the waistband of his boxers, sliding them down, allowing his erection to spring free. You grab the base of his hard cock, looking up at Johnny with a lascivious smile on your lips before lowering your head and licking a slow stripe all the way from bottom to top, before placing your lips around the tip and sucking him gently. You can feel the shiver in his thighs as you grip them tightly, allowing your lips to run up and down his lengths a few times, but lightly so, not giving him the friction he wants, teasing him.
Then you're on your feet again, stepping away, fixing Johnny with a seductive look. Letting the music fill your head, moving your hips to the slow beat, running your hands down over your breasts, further down, trailing down to the lace of your panties. You're completely caught in the moment now, Johnny's watching you with a kind of raw hunger like you're the most desirable thing he's ever set eyes on.
"You are so gonna get it," he breathes, enjoying the show, watching your fingers as they slip down beneath the waistband of your panties.
You lean back against the cabinet, spreading your legs, a fingertip brushing against your clit, letting out a quiet sigh. Johnny's eyes are burning into you now, his breathing coming louder as he squirms in the chair, one hand raising up to stroke his length.
Your heart's racing, the air between you both is thick with the heady desire you're both feeling, wanting each other but enjoying the tension too much. Who's going to give in first?
Your fingers explore the sensitive folds between your legs as you let yourself go, showing Johnny what he's missing, caressing yourself, eyes never leaving his.
"That's it!" He's on his feet in a second, strong hands on your waist, gripping you firmly, lifting you easily on to the cabinet in one quick motion.
His lips go to your neck and you tip your head back, giving him access whilst he kisses and licks at your skin, his desperate fingers tugging at your panties, pulling them down your legs.
"Johnny I'm supposed to be treating you..." you start to protest, but your words trail off as you feel his fingers between your legs, massaging your sweet spot, then inching inside you, the slickness from your arousal heightening the sensation.
"I'm gonna fuck you so hard."
His voice has an edge to it that sends a shiver through you, and you spread your legs even wider for him, wrapping them around his waist as he pulls you towards the edge of the counter. He grasps his cock, lining it up ready to enter you, and then he hesitates, eyes looking so deep into you you're mesmerised for a moment.
"I love you so fucking much," he breathes, then without warning he pulls you on to him, thrusting his hips forward, slamming in to you with enough force that you cry out.
The sensation of him filling you makes your whole body shudder with pleasure, your fingernails dig into his back, leaving marks for sure. You rock your hips to meet his as he pounds into you, each thrust making you gasp, Johnny's knees connecting with the cupboard doors, the whole kitchen filling with the sounds of the rhythmic pounding and your ragged breathing.
He pulls away slightly to slide a hand down to the apex of your thighs, his fingertips working their magic on you, all the time not letting up from his relentless grinding into you. Your eyes meet again and lock, and seeing his expression as you can see him start to let go is everything. His thrusts become faster, sloppier, as he starts to groan, picking up the pace with his fingers as you also near your climax.
With one final buck of his hips he reaches his peak, and you follow only a second behind, your whole body clenching as the waves of pleasure shoot through you.
You both stay locked like that for a long moment, your legs still wrapped tightly around his hips, not wanting to let him go. Johnny has his face buried in your neck, his fingers still firmly grasping your hips, just soaking up the closeness and proximity of your bodies.
"Happy Birthday Johnny," you whisper.
He pulls away and finally out of you, placing a hand gently under your chin and tipping your head up so he can look into your eyes. "I reckon that's the best birthday present I've EVER had."
You giggle. "Well I had it planned a little differently. You were supposed to just let me do whatever I wanted to you."
His face splits into a wide grin. "How am I supposed to resist you though babe?"
You raise an eyebrow seductively. "Hmmm... maybe next time I'll have to tie you up..."
The look on Johnny's face is a picture. "I'm discovering hidden depths about you Y/N..."
You smile, hopping down off the counter, grabbing Johnny's shirt which is lying on the floor and slipping into it, buttoning it up.
"Come on..." you beckon him as he's pulling on his boxers. "I got you something special..."
You can't wait to see his face when he realises you've bought him the guitar he's been hankering after, all those long shifts at work have certainly paid off. But he's worth it...
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Perfect
Sort of a match for robron week 2020 day 1. And chapter 1 of 2 chapters.
Ao3 link here.
There must have been a reason why Robert arrived at the age of twenty-one still a virgin; some half-formed idea that your first time was meant to mean something and then it had gone on longer than he ever intended.
Of course, the press had loved it; hanging onto the railings outside the TV set where the teen drama that made him famous was filmed. Cameras flashing with one single purpose; to catch a shot of the purity ring that he wore on the fourth finger of his left hand.
He slowed from a run to a walk and reached for the ring where it still hung on a chain around his neck, leaned against the sea wall that looked out over the bay.
There were seagulls. He watched them soar over waves whipped up by the east coast winds. They looked happy enough – happy and carefree.
There was a frantic whispering behind him. Automatically he pulled his hood up and hunched his shoulders, waiting until the sound of footsteps receded. A glimpse of ankle socks and black school shoes on the newly tarmacked promenade, followed by a shrill voice screaming, ‘It is him; I told you!’
Alone again he clasped his hands together. His palms were sweaty, and not from the run; it was a big day ahead.
‘It’s too much pressure. If anything, it encourages more focus on the physical side of things; not less,’ his mum, Sarah, had said once upon a time. She hadn’t known he was listening outside the door. She’d held up a tabloid which had his picture on the corner of the front page, caught in the garden messing about with a hose pipe, the water gushing over him. He could see the headline still: How long can teen heart-thRob keep himself cool as temperatures rise around him?
He was fifteen at the time.
‘He should be able to live like a normal kid!’
But what was normal? How was he supposed to know even?
His dad thought the ring protected him. And his agent had loved it, pointing out the positives of a wholesome public image.
And then anyway everything had changed. His Mum had died. He’d painted on a smile for the cameras while the blackest times played out behind the scenes. Then there were the fights, and well, he’d been suspended from the show age seventeen, and he’d never gone back.
For a while there’d been Katie, and even though he wasn’t sure why anymore, they’d both agreed to wait until the wedding, and he’d thought he’d been redeemed. Even got a role with the Shakespeare Youth Company, a chance to relaunch his career.
But the paparazzi had got a picture of him leaving a hotel with the older woman in the fur coat, and she’d lied, and said they’d gone the whole way. Andy was waiting to take Katie away, the distance with his Dad became a chasm. He stopped showing up for rehearsals.
And now, a couple of years on, here he was.
He followed the smooth inner circle of the ring with his finger tip, elbows still resting on the wall. The tide was in. Maybe today was the day, he thought: How easy it would be to just unfasten the chain and let it fall into the cold grey waves, and after, to just turn around and walk away.
***
‘Where did you say you were staying?’
‘Filey.’
’At this time of year? And you’re staying in a youth hostel, did you say? Is there even one in Filey?’
‘A hotel.’
‘Well, who’s paying for that, love?’
‘It’s a job, like you’ve been banging on about? A photoshoot; all expenses paid.’
‘I don’t know. Maybe Paddy should join you.’
‘Mum, I’m seventeen, not seven. I’m fine. A couple of days and I’ll be back.’
Ever since she’d seen the dating App on his phone, she’d been on his case, doing his head in. So, what if he wasn’t old enough; he’d downloaded it more out of curiosity than anything. And anyway, he’d only used it once or twice and then deactivated, not because she was right, but because he’d got tired of turning down weirdos and pervy older blokes.
He walked into the dining-room, cutlery and linen laid out for breakfast service, sat down at an empty table. He flinched at the rare sighting of morning sunshine streaming in through the windows from outside, where seagulls divebombed hapless walkers hoping for scraps.
‘…a flawless family hotel with a reputation for fine cuisine…’ Adam had read out loud on his phone as they waited to say goodbye at the coach station the afternoon before. He’d sucked his teeth. ‘Does that mean they have like really small portions?’
Aaron frowned over the breakfast menu, then asked for toast.
The photographer, Marc, had already sent scouts over a week before on a location search; the remote outdoors he wanted, sand dunes and haram grass, most of all privacy. And yes, he did know this was Costa del Yorkshire, but the natural light and the ambience were perfect for what he had in mind.
Aaron had caught up with him yesterday when he arrived, but he hadn’t met the model yet.
He was examining his plate with something approaching alarm, when the blond came in through the garden door; freckles, long hair, long limbs in a blue tracksuit.
He turned back to his breakfast, prodded cautiously with his fork at something on his plate that looked suspiciously like black pudding.
‘Need to put a name to perfection? Allow me to introduce myself.’
His eyebrows shot up; the blond was attempting to chat up the waitress.
He turned his chin discreetly so he could listen in.
From the corner of his eyes he could see that he’d raised both arms, curling his wrists to show off his biceps which as far as Aaron could tell were nonexistent.
‘See those guns? Those are for the ladies,’ the blond said, leaning way back in his chair. And then he puckered his lips and planted a kiss on his sleeve. ‘So, if you’re a lady, you could be in luck.’
Aaron either coughed or choked.
When the blond looked round, he banged a fist against his chest, indicating his plate.
Good for the waitress that she seemed quite savvy. She spoke with an Eastern European accent, gesturing with her pen.
‘So, what’s under the table, then?’
‘Oh, that’s for a special occasion. But play your cards right, and your name might just get added to the guest list.’
‘Let me know the date of the occasion, and I’ll pack my magnifying glass,’ she answered.
Aaron snorted again, this time he didn’t try to disguise it.
Their eyes locked, the blond with steely accusation as Aaron turned down the corners of his mouth.
What a dick!
Arrogant - but not just that, the whole conversation had been a complete car crash.
But it was none of his business, he had more important things to think about. He inhaled a mouthful of tea, decided on one more piece of toast, and then checked his phone to see if Marc had sent a message about when they were due to start.
***
Back in his room, Aaron put on some black eye liner, picked up his key card and put it in his pocket, then pulled up the handle on his makeup case and wheeled it into the hall.
What he really wanted to do was work in the film industry; a chance to use his skills in silicone prosthetics.
‘First, I’ll take a cast, and then make a replica, and then paint it,’ he’d explained to Adam that time he’d asked him to be a guinea pig.
‘A cast of what?’ Adam had asked nervously.
‘Well not that, obviously! Your arm will do, you numpty! It’s a project, right, for my portfolio? And even if it wasn’t, I wouldn’t….’
He’d kind of blushed. It was a long couple of years ago now since there’d been that confusing time which had eventually led to him coming out. The time he’d tried to kiss Adam, which still made him cringe inside when he thought about it.
‘It’s alright, you idiot. I still love you, okay,’ Adam had said. ‘I think deep down I always knew even if you were in denial about it. And now you’ll be able to find a nice bloke, yeah?’
Which was easy enough to say; he’d waited while all the kids at school moved on from one crush to the next, and then started to date. Until he felt like he was the only one still wondering what it was all about.
Then when he’d started college, all at once a load of blokes started to hit on him, and he’d agreed to see the ones he liked, and started exploring and enjoying the physical side of things.
But he still hadn’t had an actual relationship.
‘Honestly bro! You’re so picky! No one’s perfect, you just need to give someone a chance, yeah?’ Adam had said.
But what if there was someone perfect? It was just a feeling; but what if somewhere there was someone meant just for him? Wasn’t that worth holding out for?
He took the elevator up a couple of floors.
It had been his tutor’s gig, but then he’d got ill at the last minute and asked Aaron to go in his place. Male model, glamour, he’d said, then added hastily, not boudoir or anything like that, while Aaron felt his throat flush threatening to spread up to his face. ‘And it’ll be good to have something else to put in your portfolio with that…’ he’d hesitated as if he was searching for the right word; ‘…prosthetic. So, make the most of it.’
‘Bro! Is he gonna be ripped?’ Inevitably Adam had teased him about it. ‘What if it’s love at first sight?’
He’d ignored him, of course, but he couldn’t deny the slight fluttering in his stomach right now. He knocked on Marc’s door, waited until it was opened, then stepped inside.
A big double bed dominated the small room. There were prints scattered over it of local bays and coastal paths supplied by the scouts, and Marc’s laptop open with the fan blowing hard. Above the headboard there was a glowering seascape of a fishing boat in trouble over turbulent waters.
There was an old-fashioned dressing table with a folding mirror opposite the bed, and on the upholstered stool in front of it, sitting the wrong way round with his elbows balanced behind him, was the blond from breakfast.
Aaron turned back to Marc.
Even before he’d got the question out, he knew the answer; but it was too late, and anyway, by then he’d decided to enjoy it.
‘Where’s your model, then?’ he asked, looking searchingly about the room.
He saw the blond half close his eyes.
***
‘You know that meme…the one that goes …oh hello it’s you… it’s going to be you…’ he said later, on the phone to Adam.
‘Yeah?’
‘Well, basically, it was that... only this was…goodbye, it’s not you…it’s not going to be you…’
‘Oh man! I suppose you could just come back.’
‘Nah, I’d better see it through.’
The thing was there was something he hadn’t told Adam, something he felt he shouldn’t tell because it wasn’t about him, and it wasn’t really his place. And a model and a makeup artist, well, before anything else there had to be trust.
***
Trust? – His very first job and he’d blown it.
Of course, Marc had introduced them and Aaron found out who the blond was; Robert Sugden - he remembered something about a teen on a daytime TV show when he was in primary school.
‘Are you sure he’s qualified? How old is he? Looks like a twelve-year old.’ Robert asked.
‘Basically, your fan base, then.’
‘Why, are you planning on joining? Succumb to the inevitable?’
Their eyes locked again, just like at breakfast, until Robert looked down at Aaron’s makeup case.
‘What products are you using? Dior? Guerlain? M.A.C?’
‘Erm, Wet n Wild, and just Boots own brand, really. It’s alright.’
He thought back to the weekend, trying to slip disposable lip wands in his pocket while Adam turned on the charm with the girl at the chemists.
It was Marc who broke the impasse.
‘We’ve got an hour until the transports here. Just get it done. And remember Aaron, raw and natural, alright?’
And then he’d gone, leaving them to it.
Aaron sighed.
So the model wasn’t what he’d hoped for. The best most generous description he could come up with for this one was your boy next door type - and he wasn’t feeling particularly generous.
But he needed to put that behind him now. He needed to stop thinking of Robert as a person, and focus on him as an art project; nothing more, just something to put in his portfolio.
He checked the lighting around the mirror and unzipped the makeup case. Robert sat forward, eyeing his reflection, a finger smoothing down an eyebrow.
He chose a nude primer for the blond’s eyes to start with.
‘Swivel.’
‘You what?’
‘Just move round to face me,’ he snapped.
He squeezed out some of the primer onto his finger tip, took a breath and started at last, dabbing the make up on under his eye.
Finally, they were both quiet.
He gently worked the primer into the corner of his eye, then blended down just onto the cheek bone, while the blonde looked up at the ceiling with green eyes that changed every so often like turns of a kaleidoscope.
Now he was actually this close, the thing that struck him was how good he smelt. He must have showered, sat there now in faded jeans and a grey T-shirt, smelling like a field of flowers, or like strawberries and melon, like those cups of chopped fresh fruit that you got with a plastic spoon from the chiller in the coffee shop at college, when you had a hangover.
‘Close your eyes a mo...’
He put some primer on his eyelids, picked up a brush and started to work it softly into his deep sockets.
The other thing was his skin. However reluctant he was to admit it, it was impressive. Fine, and poreless, just few hormone pimples on the T-line, he guessed his age around twenty. And then the glorious 3D effect that only freckles can bring, so you feel you’re looking into a sea of gold.
He sat back. He wouldn’t use primer on that, just some sheer foundation with uv protection and bronzer. Nude lips, he swallowed, shimmer on his eyes and eyeliner gel. Looked back at his jawline again.
He would need to blend down his throat.
He grimaced, he should have already thought of this. Rookie error.
‘Can you take your T-shirt off?’
‘And careful!’ he warned as the blond reached back pulling it up over his shoulder and off over his head.
It wasn’t a hot day, maybe it was where they were sitting with the sun coming in through the window pane, but the temperature in the room seemed to suddenly soar. And that fruit cup smell, now there was something sharp and tangy about it, making his mouth water when it was still hours to lunch.
He noticed he was wearing a chain, it seemed the safest thing to look at. There was a ring on it; and then he saw the writing. ‘True Love Waits.’
He blinked. He’d never seen one before, but he knew what it was instantly.
It was so unexpected.
And then the things about Robert that had jarred all at once seemed to make more sense; the awkward chat up lines.
His mind flashed back to breakfast; so when the blond had said, ‘That’s for a special occasion,’ he wasn’t joking; he’d actually meant it!
Robert had raised his hand around the ring, his eyes watching Aaron’s face.
He thought about saying something - something along the lines of... Look, I don’t judge, alright? Whatever people choose to do, or not to do, as long as it feels right for you and doesn’t hurt anyone else. But somehow he couldn’t quite say them aloud.
‘You’ll need to take it off.’ He gestured vaguely in the direction of the chain. ‘Maybe keep it in your pocket?’ he added gently.
He watched his long fingers move to the catch of the chain, then open it.
Of course he was still a dick. It wasn’t as if the ring made him a better person, or a worse person.
But it did make him a more complicated person.
And then Robert had turned again towards him, holding the ring out.
‘Will you take it for me? I won’t be able to wear it on the shoot, and I need someone to trust with it,’ he said. ‘Can I trust you with it?’
Aaron swallowed.
‘Course you can, course!’
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