#‘I’m done with you.’ she said. ‘ok’ my silence replied.

[joedirtymadre]

Imma need a part 2 of bothersome🫣🥺PLEASEEE

Bothersome - Part 2

LAW X READER!! (PLEASE SEND MORE REQUESTS! PLEASE! 🙏)

You stood at the edge of the ship, watching the sunset slowly set. After Punk Hazard, you all returned back to the ship. Out to Dressrosa, to help Law with whatever he was planning. “So you’re just going to ignore me?” That deep voice called out to you. You continued staring out to the sea, hearing footsteps behind you come closer. You could sense him standing next to you, staring at you.

“What’s wrong with that? You did it to me throughout our relationship,” you said softly.

“I’m sorry, (Y/N). Please forgive me, what I did was wrong and I don’t want this affecting the allia-“ you quickly cut him off. “Why would our past affect the alliance? Did you honestly think I haven’t moved on by now?” You laughed. “I-… No I didn’t think that, but…” he trailed off. “Don’t worry, I’ll happily accept my captain’s orders… even if it means having to be in alliance with you,” you said coldly.

You turned around and headed towards the girl’s quarters. “(Y/N), I wasn’t done speaking!” He said, as he followed me. “Ok, so what else did you have to say?” You asked as you turned back to face him. “U-Uh… well you look… nice. How have you… been?” He asked awkwardly. “You really want to have a quick catch up?” You scoffed. “Well like you said we’re in an alliance now, so we should be able to have civil conversations,” he explained. You raised an eyebrow, “Traffy, weren’t you the one that tried to explain to Luffy that an alliance doesn’t mean we’re friends?” You asked.

“Not you using that dumb name too… a-and I did but-“ you cut him off. “Exactly! Thank you for remembering! Now I’ll be off to my room,” you said as you turned back and quickly entered your room before he could stop you.

You threw yourself on your bed, “Just another example of having the worst luck ever… Now I have to see and help my ex for who knows how long,” you sighed as you stared at the ceiling. “This is all so stupid and awkward!” You said to yourself as you rubbed your head. Out of all people, him?! At this point you would’ve preferred if Kidd showed up or something… And what the hell is up with him trying to have small talk with me? Does he expect me to be buddy buddy with him like nothing happened?

You quickly sat up, and shook your head. “Stop thinking about him. We’re over him, he doesn’t affect us anymore…” you said to yourself as you felt tears fall down your face. “God I’m so stupid!” You yelled.

Suddenly you heard the door open, and you quickly wiped away any tears. “(Y/N)? Are you awake?” You heard Robin call out. “Hi Robin,” you sniffled. “What’s wrong?” She asked as she sat on the edge of your bed. “It’s nothing, just some bad memories…” you said, as you avoided her eyes. “You know you can tell me, I’m your friend (Y/N),” she smiled as she placed her hand on top of mine. “I know, thanks,” you smiled softly. “I came to check on you, because I saw how upset you looked after speaking with Trafalgar,” she replied. “Yeah, I just don’t feel too comfortable around him,” you confessed. “You should tell Luffy, I’m sure he’ll under-“ you quickly cut her off. “No! No…” you repeated. “I can’t let him know! I can’t-“ you shut your mouth, afraid of your voice cracking.

“Let him get to you? I don’t understand,” she said, confused. You sat there in silence, pondering whether to tell her or not. “(Y/N), I’ll always be here for you. Do you and Trafalgar have a past history?” She asked. “Mhmm… I used to be a part of his crew, before I left…” you trailed off. “You left? Why?” She asked. “We were dating… until he shared his true feelings with me. I couldn’t stay there, not after what he said to me… So I left, while he was distracted by some Marines,” you explained, feeling a heavy weight fall off your shoulder. “Oh my,” Robin gasped. “Yep, so now we’re in an alliance with him. It’s weird, and I’ve moved on… but it sucks seeing him,” you said slowly.

“I see,” she said softly. “It’s ok, we’ll show him that you’ve grown. That no matter what he does, he can’t hurt you. Especially when you have friends here that will support you,” she smiled as he wrapped me into a hug. “You’re right!” You grinned. Your beautiful moment was quickly interrupted by your stomach growling. “Ah… I guess all this talk got me hungry,” you said sheepishly. “Let’s go get dinner,” Robin said. You nodded and the both of you quickly headed to the dining table.

You sat in between Robin and Luffy, and across from… Law. “Here you go everyone, dinner’s ready!” Sanji smiled as he sat down to eat. “Thank you,” we all said and quickly began eating. You reached forward for a rice ball, and brushed your hands against Law’s. You immediately flinched, looking up to see him staring your way.

You quickly grabbed a rice ball and pulled your arm away. You began to eat, trying to look anywhere but his direction. “Hey (Y/N)!” Said Luffy, breaking you out of your concentration. “Y-Yes?” You stuttered as you looked next to you. “Are you gonna finish your meat?” He asked, drooling. “Luffy! Leave (Y/N)’s food alone!” Sanji yelled. “It’s fine, you can have it Luffy,” you smiled as you handed him your plate.

“Thanks!” He smiled, but it quickly turned into a frown as he stared at you. “Something wrong?” You asked. “Yeah… one sec,” he said as he moved his hand to your face. Slowly wiping away at your cheek, you felt your cheeks heat up. “Sorry, you had rice on your cheek,” he laughed. “Oh, thanks,” you smiled. “Ow!” Luffy yelled, causing everyone to focus their attention on him. “Someone stepped on me!” He huffed. “Huh?” You questioned.

“You’re just imagining it,” Nami said. “Here Luffy, take my sandwich,” you said as you placed it onto his plate. “Wow!” He said, quickly changing his focus back onto his food. You slowly turned your eyes to the man in front of you. You almost fell out of your seat, once seeing the daggers that this man was staring into you.

“I-I’ll think I’ll call it an early night, night you guys,” you said as you quickly headed out of the dining room.

“Man that was tense,” you sighed as you walked towards your room. You slowly reached for the door knob, before suddenly being turned over and being pushed against the wall. You grunted as your back hit the door, you quickly opened your eyes to see that you were trapped by… Law… “T-Traffy?” You asked nervously. “So I see that you moved on, but I didn’t know you had a thing for captains,” he said coldly. “Woah… Woah… you think I moved from you onto Luffy? You’re crazy,” you laughed.

You noticed a light pink hue on his cheeks, as you continued to laugh. “Well why the blushy face when he reached for your face?” He questioned. “Well… wouldn’t anyone blush if you had food on your face and your friend took it off?” You asked. “I- Uh-“ you quickly cut him off. “Look like someone else needs to move on,” you laughed again, while slowly turning around to open the door. But was quickly turned back around, “Stop messing with me!” He yelled.

“What do you want from me? Do you still wish that I head head over heels for you, well tough shit cause you messed that up!” You yelled. You noticed that he was slightly taken aback by your response. “So what if I end up liking Luffy or whoever! That has nothing to do with you! You’re nothing to me, nothing,” you growled as you pushed him away.

“I’m not the same girl anymore, that would follow your every word. Or kiss the floor where you stepped on,” you glared. “So just leave me alone… haven’t you done enough?” You asked as you were finally able to open the door to the girls’ quarters. You quickly entered the door, ignoring Law’s calls for you. As you went to slam the door, a foot stopped it from slamming.

“Jesus Christ, you just don’t know when to leave a girl alone…” you groaned. “I’m sorry… I just want to say that I’m sorry,” he peeked through. “Ok now mov-“ he cut you off. “I’m sorry… for what I said. When you left, I realized how much I missed you- needed you… We went back to the island, but you were already gone. I don’t know what went over me, I-I missed your laughs, your smile, you interrupting me from my work, calling me honey… I know I screwed up, and seeing you now… Just reminds me of when we were still together… but I guess that’ll never be the case again,” he confessed. You stayed silent. “I’ll leave you alone, or as much as I can… I just wanted to let you know how I felt,” he said softly before removing his foot. Finally allowing you to shut the door.

You let out a deep sigh, and slowly slid down against the door. “Why do I feel like this?” You asked yourself as you clenched your hair. “What do I do now…?” You softly cried into your arms.

[imaginesig]

"He laughs at all my jokes / and he says I'm so American"

Zak O'Sullivan x driver!reader

SMAU

Logans grid kid might be more patriotic than him. Reader is an American menace to the f2 grid, her bf included, who uses Oliva Rodrigo to cope (and Kimi has been demoted to f3 and Olivias release schedule for Guts is wrong). Based on this prema video

there is a criminally low amount of fics about this man

ynln

liked by zak.osullivan, kimi.antonelli, olliebearman, and 892,293 others

ynln totally sleighed it

tagged sister_username

dinobeganovic girl you slayed that house

ynln SLAY 💅

dinobeganovic slay 😵🔪

ynln oh

olliebearman mate what is that third picture? The dirt??

ynln chief I live in the southern US we dont get snow here

olliebearman what a sad winter

sister_username we ate the first pic up

ynln its a christmas miracle, my sister being the only one who's nice to me

zak.osullivan cant wait for you to see a REAL winter wonderland

ynln id take my dirt covered ground over your royal snow anyway 💪🇺🇸

zak.osullivan says the girl who flys out the 28th

user1 "were you silent or silenced" @/ynln

ynln gagged to silence ✋😔

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ynln posted 2 stories!

caption: (1) thoughts and prayers as I head into enemy territory (2) 🇺🇸→🇬🇧

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zak.osullivan

oh fuck off

haha

I can hear your gremlin cackle from here

heyyyy you're supposed to love me

I do

I love you and all your gremlin traits

im blocking you and visiting Harry Styles instead

like he would take you in

rude

anyway please call me when you land, I'll be waiting to pick you up anyway

but just in case

ofc baby

get some rest

I love you ❤️

I love you too❤️

ynln

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ynln theres snow-where better than this

tagged zak.osullivan

Logansargent beer in the snow 10/10

Ynln thank you thank you

Olliebearman “I’d take my dirt covered ground over your Royal snow any day” you sure girlie??

Zak.osullivan she’s been swayed

ynln I’m just a girl

Zak.osullivan my snow angel ❤️❤️

ynln ily 🤭🤭

Kimi.antonelli snow angels?? Are you 5

Zak.osullivan our entire yard was filled by her alone

Ynln excuse me, I’m enjoying my youth and I will grow into a happy adult with no regrets

sister_username nice to see you’re having fun without me

Ynln get a hot European bf then we’ll talk

user1 stop I love this

user2 if Y/nZak has no fans I’m dead

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zak.osullivan

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zak.osullivan "I want your midnights"

tagged: ynln

artgp_offical new year, new us!!

ynln "but ill be cleaning up bottles with you on New Years Day" ❤️

Zak.osullivan ❤️

Ynln HOT DAYUM

ynln boy do i know how to take a photo 🥵

Ynln I can cook and clean

zak.osullivan no you can’t

Ynln I can bark

Zak.osullivan please don’t I believe you

user1 Y/n is a prime example of the duality of man

user2 she said what were all thinking

user3 this is so Y/n coded

user4 oh he def had help with this post

user5 thank you Y/n for the middle pic

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ynln posted 2 stories!

caption: (1) 🎶 New Years Day by Taylor Swift (2) New year, minimal headache

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Zak.osullivan

Well hello

Didn’t expect to see my abs and underwear on your public story but here we are

let me show the people what they lost

How about you celebrate that win instead of dm-ing while laying next to me

sister_username

now I have to bleach my eyes

what better way to start the new year than with new vision

could've still done without your bf's stomach but ok

you'll live 😘😘

ynln

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ynln shes back and ready to show these Europeans how its done

tagged no one

user1 QUEEN 🇺🇸🦅💪

Ynln “salute to me I’m your American queen” T.S

Kimi.antonelli nope

Olliebeaman absolutely not

Zak.osullivan keep dreaming babe

paularon_ id rather die

dinobeganovic I’ll crash myself into the barriers instead thank you

user1 ummm hello???? I didn’t mean to assemble the avengers💀

logansargent f2 grid menace is back 👏👏👏

Ynln gotta show them a good ole ‘merican time

user2 making that smoothie recipe rn

User3 omg update me on how it is!!

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zak.osullivan posted a story!

caption: I was bamboozled into matching

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dinobeganovic

“Bamboozled” sure

Stfu 🙄

Ynln

I can’t believe you put up with it

rest assured I’ll be checking what’s under your sweatshirt from now on

Oh😏

No

I’m blocking you

f2_updates

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f2_updates: Y/n L/n has won the first grand prix of the season!! Did you enjoy her victory radio as much as we did??

Tagged: no one

User1 PLEASE SHES SO PAINFULLY AMERICAN

user2 never a doubt she’s Logan’s grid kid

user3 at this point I think dating a Brit just eggs her on

User4 not the tik tok audio 💀💀

user5 her engineer is so done with her

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ynln

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ynln first race back and WE GOT THE STAR SPANGLED BANNER PLAYING! Lets see if we can keep it going 🇺🇸🦅🎆

tagged prema_team

Prema_team perfect season start 🤩🤩

Logansargent OH SAY CAN YOU SEE

Ynln BY THE DAWN’S EARLY LIGHT

Logansargent you were great! Definitely a race to be proud of

Ynln thank you Lo!!!

Zak.Sullivan I’m proud of you love

Ynln ❤️❤️

user1 what is that last photo 💀

Ynln me dramatically blaring Dolly Parton

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Time skip-- a few races

zak.osullivan

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zak.osullivan MONACOOO COME ON 🏆🏆🏆

tagged artgp_offical

Ynln YESSSS SIR

olliebeaman you’ve never sounded more American

Dinobeganovic put this girl in a frat

Logansargent I have to agree…

ynln my own grid dad betrayed me

Ynln THATS HOW WE DO IT

ynln 15 to first??? YOU MAD MAN

Williamsracing we agree 👏👏

User1 get this man in f1

User2 id love to see it

ynln I LOVE YOU❤️❤️❤️❤️

Zak.osullivan I LOVE YOU TOO ❤️❤️❤️❤️

olliebearman congrats man!

dinobeganovic impressive race

paularon_ it was nice to share a podium

Logansargent calm down before you take my seat

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ynln

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ynln MCDREAMY oops I mean ZAK GOT P1 IN MONACO!!!! I AM SO SO PROUD OF YOU!!! I LOVE YOU SO MUCH (oh and I got p4 yadda yadda…)

tagged: zak.osullivan, prema_team

Zak.osullivan even in my time of victory I lose to Shepard 😔😔

ynln someone had to keep me entertained while I waited for all your media to be done 🤷🏼‍♀️🤷🏼‍♀️

Zak.osullivan thank you for all your support!! You raced a wondeful race, congrats on p4

Ynln I love you (but your race was better no need for a pitty congrats)

sister_username congrats Zak!! The Y/n family was cheering you on

ynln this L/n was also cheering you on!!

user2 I love that Y/n and her family were pulling for Zak more than Y/n 💀

user1 ugh we love a supportive gf

User2 God its me again🙏🙏

User3 when is it my turn

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ynln

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ynln Happy Guts release to those who celebrate! "All American Bitch" will be my personality from this moment forward

tagged: lettiemng, elvirahallqvist, hamdaalqubaisi_offical, liakblock

olivarodrigo wrote it just for you 🫶💜💜

ynln screaming crying throwing up I love you so much

olivarodrigo i literally love you!! My fav driver

user1 girlie just barley made the teenage cut

ynln 19 is still a teen ☝️🤓

paularon_ as if you needed any more reason to be more American

user2 omg this was a group I didn’t know I needed

user4 it seems so random but I love

user3 please give us content🙏🙏🙏

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ynln

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ynln traveling the world with my world 🇪🇸

tagged Zak.osullivan

Olliebearman boo 🍅🍅🍅

Kimi.antonelli 🧀🧀🧀

ynln i can never win with yall

Olliebearman yall 🤠🤠

ynln get out of my comment section

Zak.osullivan I love you

ynln are you sure?? You said no to taking the cat

user1 “my world” I’m crying

user2 as much as i love American menace Y/n i LOVE soft y/n

user3 omg did you name the cat??

ynln ummmm of course, it’s Brick

user3 idk what i expected

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zak.osullivan

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zak.osullivan adventure buddies for life 🤝🤝

tagged ynln

ynln deal 🤝

user1 i love that they both posted a solo pic of the other

user5 top tier photography on both ends

user2 the middle pic 😭😭😭

user4 oh to be looked at the way either of them look at the other

user3 those olives looks good as hell

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ynln posted 2 stories!

Captions: (1) for the record I am NOT happy to be in Silverstone on 4th of July weekend (2) OLIVA YOU HAVE TURNED MY WEEK AROUND

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olliebearman

oh no

oh yes

and I thought the 4th was proper punishment for all your terrorizing

queen liv said no💜✨

call it good karma

GOOD KARMA FROM WHAT??

Elvirahallqvrst

im so excited

Me too!! I'm sad we won't get a listening party again

same 😭

hamdaalqubaisi_offical

my pre-race playlist just keeps getting better 😌

fr!!

zak.osullivan

liked by ynln, prema_teams, user4, and 923,029

zak.osullivan best way to end a home race?? his and hers 1-2

tagged: artgp_offical, ynln, prema_team

artgp_offical we agree!!

prema_team couldn't have said it better ourselves

olliebearman id rank that at bloody brilliant 👏🍾

user1 y'all live for a Ferrari 1-2, I live for a ZakY/n 1-2

user2 the "his and hers" has me crying

user3 strong race!! I hope you plenty of family and friends cheering you one

ynln what a race!! I was so nervous you'd overtake me in those last laps

zak.osullivan believe me I tried, if you weren't so damn good at defense

ynln 🤭😘

user4 I know she was just messing around for practice but Y/n looks so good in that blue suit

user5 the best part was she wore that to celebrate Zak's home gp

user4 stop thats so cute

user6 I agree she looks beautiful

user7 prema retire the red rn

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ynln

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ynln what better way to celebrate 4th of July than forcing the US national anthem to be played (I love you Zak and im so proud but Brits gotta know their place)

tagged: zak.osullivan, prema_team, artgp_offical

user1 I still cant believe she wore that sweatshirt around Silverstone

user2 see I want to be surprised but honestly im not

logansargent ultimate checkmake! You've made me proud kid

ynln ss this and hang it in the Louve 🥹

zak.osullivan you are incredible!! I'm proud to call you mine

ynln even when you lose

zak.osullivan fuck that im blocking you

olliebearman I despise everything you do

ynln screw me then for getting team points (and congratulating you on p3)

olliebearman the boys dont fw americans

ynln one of your boys fucks an american

olliebearman OK NOW WHERE DID THE PR TRAINING GO???

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caption: My new national anthem has dropped!! 🎶 So American by Oliva Rodrigo

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zak.osullivan

did we finally find our song??

I think we did babe

dinobeganovic

am I gonna have to see you and Zak be all gushy to this song

🤷‍♀️🤷‍♀️

liakblock

its been on repeat

oh my spotify wrapped is messed up

zak.osullivan

liked by ynln, zak.osullivan, user43, and 923,923 others

zak.osullivan you're just so American

tagged: ynln

ynln screaming crying throwing up

ynln I didnt even ask you to do this

ynln I love you so much

zak.osullivan I love you (and your entire range of emotions)

olliebearman mission success?

zak.osullivan mission success.

ynln wot

user1 the Olivia quote???

user2 I think she knew deep down it was never her and Louis's song

user3 omg imagine Y/n and Zak dancing with Louis at an Oliva concert

user4 Y/n would die happy

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ynln

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ynln "he's like a poem I wish I wrote"

tagged: zak.osullivan

user1 omg the 1D phone booth

Ynln I had to make my pilgrimage

Olliebearman glad to see you’re embracing real culture

Ynln a drink cup full of canes sauce IS real culture

user2 stfu I wasn’t prepared to a domestic ass today but where we are

user3 might sleep in traffic fr fr

sister_username if y'all dont get married I will kms

user4 same girl

user5 we got a L/n on our side

ynln oh hello to you too

zak.osullivan no pressure ig

[dionvsian]

theodore nott meeting the hogwarts cool girl !!

theodore nott x fem!reader (she/her pronouns)

warnings: reader smokes cigarettes (srry if it makes you uncofortable!).

little note: back to writing! i used to have a blog here and i made the dumbest decision to delete it (i'll forever miss you timothée chalamet's fake instagram posts)

reblogs are appreciated 😁

“are you always this late?” he looked down, studying your face. You could see him taking in every single detail. as he did so, he lifted an eyebrow and waited for your reply. a small smirk played with the corner of his mouth. the kind of smirk you see someone do when they feel they are superior towards you. he did not know your name, at least not yet.

your silence caused him to continue: “I am theo. and you are?"

"I'm y/n"

"pleased to meet you y/n. my father always said that a name should mean something. it should reflect the person being named"

"i'm not really sure what my name means, but i hope is something nice!"

"are you a pure blooded witch?"

"yep" you say nodding

he seems satisfied with your answer. as if you somehow passed a test without even knowing it. he holds his hand out and introduces himself with a slight bow.

"i would say you look like an angel from heaven, but you look more like some punk girl who has trouble getting to class on time"

"i wasn't planning on going to class rn"

“oh! uhm, that can get you into trouble. you know.” he says. then he adds: “are you always so bold? it’s kind of cute.”

"i'm not bold, i'm just me"

he lets out a chuckle. "it’s the same thing. I’m guessing you are just very confident in yourself, hm?” he tilts his head a little and looks down at you. “it’s not a bad quality, and I suppose it makes for a good quality of a friend, don’t you think?”

"yeah maybe"

“you are not the quiet type, I bet. you are the one who likes to get things done.” he smiles, and leans in close to you. "you would do anything to achieve your goal. you must be one of the most popular girls at school. i bet many boys try to ask you out.” and he waits for you to respond. there is a glint in his eye as he stares at you, studying you.

a soft blush spreads on your cheeks "maybe... do you want to join them?" you say flirtatious

he smiles and leans closer, he is just a few inches away from you. you can feel the heat of his breath coming from his lips as he smiles.

“maybe I do.”

he waits for you to respond, just looking at your face, smiling. he is amused at the way you're blushing. but you cannot tell what the reason for that is. does he find you attractive? or does he find you a fool? he seems to be enjoying this a little too much, as you cannot tell what the outcome of this conversation will be.

you look up at him, since he is a bitt taller but you only gives a satisfied smirk

he is enjoying this attention he thinks. he leans in even closer to you and whispers in your ear.

"what are you thinking about right now?”

you let out some of the air that was inside your lungs "to be honest, I was thinking of smoking some cigarettes and painting my nails"

"you’re a naughty girl then. do you smoke cigarettes often?" he asks this in a way that implies he actually cares about the answer to the question. as if smoking cigarettes is a bad thing. or it's not?

"yeah, but don't tell anyone, ok? it will be our secret"

he seems amused by your response. he smiles and whispers again. this time his voice is even quieter

“a secret.” he whispers the last word and he has this smile on his face that says it is not a normal secret. the look on his face gives her the impression he thinks of something not entirely appropriate. “how many cigarettes are you planning to smoke today alone?”

"3? i'm not really sure"

again, he gives you this amused smile, and it seems he is actually a bit impressed. he is not used to seeing someone not care about the rules like she does.

“well, they say you gotta try everything once. you must get into trouble a lot. aren’t you afraid of detention?”

"no, plus I never get caught anyways". you say and smile for him "do you smoke?"

he seems surprised at the question. he shakes his head and says. “no, I have never smoked. my father makes sure i take care of my health. but he doesn’t say anything about my friends. I suppose you would have to hide it from him?” “how does it feel to smoke? will it feel good to try it for first time?”

"I don't want to be a bad influence for you" you chuckle "so I won't answer"

he seems to actually be thankful. as if you just saved him from doing something bad.

"thank you. If I start smoking today. I’s your fault though!” he laughs. then he asks. “what else do you do that is bad? or am I the only person that deserves to know about this side of you?”

he seems curious and even though the smile on his face remains as teasing as ever. you can see the look on his face is genuine. as if he actually wants to know about you more.

"talking about bad habits isn't exactly a good way to get to known someone new"

he laughs again. you notice how good his laugh is. he seems to do it a lot lately. he leans in again. you can smell his cologne when you get this close. “so, you are afraid I might judge you or something?”

he gives you a playful look and then adds: “i already said you were cute. so being a little naughty, does not make you any less cute." he says this playfully, and you can see that smile on his face again. he seems to enjoy teasing you.

you back on a wall of the corridor "it will affect your impression of me" but your heart skips a beat when he calls you cute

he seems to be enjoying the way you are backing up against the wall. as he can still clearly see just how pretty you are. he smiles at you, this time you can feel he is being genuine about the compliment. he gets closer to you though. he really thinks he is in charge here doesn't he?

“well, it only makes me want to know more about you. a girl who smokes cigarettes and isn't afraid of trouble... is a very rare breed these days.” he looks you up and down again. but this time with pure admiration.

"why don't you tell me what are y thinking abt?"

"you really are interested in me aren’t you?” he laughs after saying this. h thinks for a few seconds. he seems to be contemplating whether or not to disclose his thoughts to you.

"fine, I’ll tell you my thoughts. but you better not tell anyone else. I don’t want to lose my reputation.” he takes a deep breath. you can see he is nervous, and he is blushing a little.

he leans in closer and whispers in your ear "i’m wondering if you have ever kissed anyone before.”

he waits for you to respond, the same look on his lips. you sense a bit of smugness in his voice, as if he is convinced you have never kissed anyone before.

"of couse i did".

he seems surprised, and gives you a look. it’s the look a person gives you, when they know they are not in charge. you just gained a lot of power and superiority over him just now.

"what about you? have you ever kissed someone?"

he smiles, his cheeks are red now, and his whole face is blushing.

"y-yea I have.” he says it as if it’s difficult for him to admit it. your response seemed to have knocked him off his feet. his eyes are fixed to the floor, as if he is trying to decide what to do next.

you decide to shoot your shot being flirtatious"do you wanna kiss me?"

he looks up and seems shocked. he blushes even more as you say this, his cheeks are as red as a beet now. your confidence has made him completely speechless. he whispers so only you can hear his voice, while also pulling you closer into him. "may I?”

"yeah"

he leans in and gently kisses you on the lips. It’s sweet and gentle but very passionate. you notice just how soft his lips are.he is blushing as you kiss, and so do you. his lips are soft and smooth, you feel them against yours and you find the experience very calming and pleasant.

you place your hand on his cheek and they get even redder, as he continues to hold his lips against yours. he enjoys the kiss very much.

he breaks the kiss after a bit and looks at you. "that was nice.” a broad smile was on his lips. he looks so happy and full of life. you can see all the tension fall away as his shoulders slowly relax.

"well, i have to go to class now"youi say and unlean from the wall" see you" and you start walking away

"wait.” he calls out when you are already half way on your way to the potions class. "you are not telling anyone are you?”he still has that smile on his face and you can see that he wants to continue this conversation. he seems hooked to knowing more about you. He is obsessed. he wants to know what that "cool girl" energy of yours looks like, and how far you are willing to take things with him.

"of course not. i dont wanna be seen with the spoiled playboy theodore nott" you say and get into your classroom, not giving him the chance to say anything else.

he watches you leave. he is completely flabbergasted and speechless. he is not used to girls treating him like this. he has not noticed this side of you. theo is completely in love now. you are beautiful and mysterious in his eyes. he feels like he got a peek behind the curtains. a private performance.

he watches you leave and then continues to the potions classroom. he is lost in his thoughts, trying to piece together why you acted in the way you just did. you are not like any other girl he knows in Hogwarts. and he wants to know more.

[zvdvdlvr]

— Drive All Night

— 🖊️. Synopsis. You’ve been quiet; more quiet than normal. Gibbs wants you to know that despite as stoic as he is, he does care. (inspired by ‘call your mom’ by noah kahan and lizzy mcalpine)

— 🖊️. Warnings. Ooc Gibbs but idc. Comfort fic kinda. I self project. Mentions suicide. Mentions Shannon and Kelly Gibbs.

— 🖊️. Tracklist. Track One Track Two Track Three Track Four Track Five

Gibbs looked over at your form, slumped over. He looked at his watch: 23:37. You were usually the person to stay late, to work on the things that were undesirable for everyone else. You hadn’t left the building earlier than 20:00 in months.

He knew why- or rather, knew of why you stayed late. Jenny had told him you had problems, problems taking care of yourself and neglecting yourself; sometimes choosing to take out your own anger and depression on yourself. But you were the best of the best. In fact, you were the best and the youngest. Aged twenty eight.

“Y/n.”

You snapped up, eyes landing on your boss’s. “What’s- what do you need?” You asked, setting your pen down and closing the file.

Gibbs watched you watch him, rigid in your chair.

He knew you were scared to trust; to open your heart and let people in. You had been working for NCIS and had only went out for drinks with the team thrice- Ducky’s birthday, Ziva’s birthday, and Abby’s birthday. You were included, but you seperated yourself for reasons unknown.

“I want to go for a drive. Come with me,” Gibbs said.

Lately, Gibbs had noticed how tired you were, closing your eyes for longer amounts of time, straight chugging your coffee, and getting in and leaving althe office after Gibbs got there. But you were efficient, getting not only your paperwork done, but working on most of Tony’s as well (something that made Gibbs unusually mad).

You were literally working yourself to death and chose to add more to the pile. Was it to get away from your thoughts? To get away from your home situation? What were you running from?

“I have work to do-“

Gibbs chuckled. “You’re the fastest agent to complete their paperwork. You do Tony’s. Tim’s, even. You’re more than ahead on your reports.”

You gnawed at your lip. “Sir, I’m getting ready to go home.”

Liar. Gibbs shook his head in amusement. “That’s an order, y/n.”

At that, you shut off your light and grabbed your coat. “Ok.”

The walk to the elevator was quiet. You wondered what Gibbs wanted. Were you getting fired? You had not done anything out of the ordinary recently… what could Gibbs want?

You climbed into the passenger seat and prayed you were keeping your job.

Gibbs started the truck and drove out of the parking lot. “So,” he started.

You didn’t say anything. You just looked out the window, taking in the life. “What do you want?”

“To know,” Gibbs replied. He turned down the radio and kept his eyes trained forward.

“Know about…?” You prompted, cutious as to what he wanted.

Gibbs shrugged. “You.”

“Y/n l/n, aged 28. My eyes are-“

“Not from your file.”

Silence fell. You didn’t have amything interesting to say about yourself other than the fact that you went to the gym and had an extensive collection of sunset polaroids. And there was no way Gibbs wanted to know about your childhood. That sould be disappointing. Disappointing to tell him about how ordinary and unimportant you were, your own family leaving you. It’s disappointing- exactly the reason why she did what she did: to be more than disappointing. In fact, you had a new reason not to be a disappointment: Gibbs. He, in your time at NCIS, had become one of the few people you never wanted to disappoint.

“Well then… I don’t know what you want to know,” you mumbled dully. Please, you thought, don’t let this change your opinion of me.

Gibbs looked over to see you already looking at him. He couldn’t see your expression, but you looked like you were already thinking about what he would say next.

“Tell me something, y/n. Anything.” Gibbs stated. He slowed down and turned left. He himself didn’t seem to have a destination, making you wonder how long Gibbs would drive around.

You didn’t want to talk, but you yearned for Gibbs to know, to look at everything you’ve gone through and done and understand why you are the way you are.

Of course you trust him, though. That’s not the problem for once. The problem is you don’t want Gibbs to get the wrong impression of you, or come to the conclusion that you’re a fraud or something.

“Tell me something about you first,” you shot back easily, relaxing a little bit into the seat.

So, Gibbs told you about a woman named Shannon and a beautiful baby girl named Kelly. He told you about Shannon’s rules, how he knew that she was the one. A young Leroy Gibbs knew that Shannon Fielding would be the love of his life.

And Gibbs also told you about the case that killed them: the gun, the bullet, and the casing. He told you about his habits after they died, how cold and snappy he was. He told you about- despite his madness- a certain Donald Mallard kept forcing his way into Gibbs’ life, making sure Gibbs knew he wasn’t alone.

“What I’m tryin’ to tell ya is… we are here for you, kid. You aren’t truly alone in this miserable world,” Gibbs finished quietly.

By now, Gibbs had parked in front of a house- his house?- and completely torn down the barrier between boss and coworker.

You weren’t gonna lie, you were crying by now. Tears silently streaming down your cheeks as the man you most admired and looked up to told you about the best and worst days of his life- all the while he had no idea about who you are.

“I didn’t-“ you started, sniffling. You turned to look at him, tears blurring your vision. Some of the phrases he had used to describe his pain rang in your ears and Gibbs knew it- he knew you could relate to some of the things he said and felt.

“Stay the night, kiddo,” Gibbs said, reaching over to pat your shoulder.

As he exited the truck, you felt more tears burning in your eyes: that pat on the back literally gave y/n a reason to live.

Maybe, y/n thought, all the lights that had shut off could turn back on.

[peachyloveswriting]

Could we get some…..silent treatment headcanons for knives? Like maybe he says something mean or does something mean to the reader and since shes a sassy lady shes like “ok fine! You wanna be that way?” And gives him the silent treatment until he gives her a genuine apology! Shes moving away from him when he sits/stands next to her, avoiding affection from him, stuff like that!

If you dont wanna write that, thats totally fine! I just 1) love soft knives 2) love the way you write him & 3) wanna see what he does when she ignores him for being a meanie head!!

Headcanons? I’m sorry I need you to speak up…oh…I’m afraid I don’t know what those are love~

Silent Treatment…huh? — Millions Knives

Summary: Knives yelled at you during one of his temper tantrums and this resulted in you giving him the silent treatment. Now he’s confused and upset.

“Why aren’t you speaking to me?” Knives voice raised to the lightest degree, wavering anger present in his voice.

You’ve been doing this, this silent treatment all day. He’s tried to talk to you but you ignore him or move to a different room entirely. No he had you cornered in his bedroom and alone. He wanted answers.

“I’ve been trying to speak to you since last night and you won’t even look at me!” He gestured with his hand as he walked closer to you. You only stared at the window in silence.

“I don’t understand if you’re angry at me or if I’ve done something but it’s no reason to not speak to me. Stop being childish and work the problem out instead of treating me like this.” His words came out as a plea. Buried in frustration his voice strained, yet firm.

You still didn’t reply or even look at him. Knives felt defeated, frustrated. Your company and mindless conversations were the only thing he seemed to enjoy. You pulled him away from his mind when he played his songs and you gave him things to think about other than his stupid hatred. For you to ignore him, hurt.

Softly, hands grabbed your hips and pulled you back. He pulls you to him, his chest pressed against your back while his lips brushed against your ear. His hot breath tickled your skin as he spoke.

“Tell me, My Flower, what have I done to upset you.” He says gently. Your heart flutters from the closeness and the way he holds you from behind, yet you still don’t speak. “Please don’t ignore me.”

Soft kisses trail from your jaw to your shoulder, soft and warm. It sends shivers down your spine as one of his hands further wraps around your waist, holding you against him. “I’ll fix any problems you have, Petal. Say the word and your wish is my command.” He softly nuzzled his face into your neck occasionally trailing it with kisses.

You finally broke, a sigh leaving your lips as you placed your hands over his and spoke. “Last night, when you were angry. You remember right?”

He lifts his head, his eyes watching you curiously. You spin around in his arms to face him. “Yes. I remember.” His brows furrow with wonder as he listens closely.

“You yelled at me. I don’t remember what you said but it pissed me off.” You admit.

His eyes flicker with darkness for a moment before he places a soft kiss on your forehead. “I never meant to yell at you.” He places another on your nose. “That’s no excuse.” He kisses your cheekbone. “Let me make it up to you.” Then your lips.

Knives pulls away with a soft, desperate look in his eyes. He holds you gently as you chuckle and smile up at him. Just seeing you smile warms his chest. “Sure. Please don’t do that again.”

He immediately cupped your face with his hands. “I swear. I’ll never let it happen again.” He places another kiss on your lips. Soft and meaningful, before he tugs you with him towards the bed.

“Come. I’ll make sure you feel better.”

[flnpushy]

Classic Story...

all birth stories

My old Story: Anna's Birth Struggle Anna had recently graduated and was college bound. Being 18 was fun for Anna and she enjoyed the graduated life. Her boyfriend Tom was also looking forward to college as well, but the two would be separated as they had been accepted to different schools. On the final night before moving away for school, they spent the evening together. Alone. Three months had gone by since the two had been together. Things were going well for him, but no so well for Anna. She was sick most mornings, and just felt off. A couple more weeks went by before she finally called her mom. She told her about her morning sickness and other symptoms. Her mom asked if she had taken a pregnancy test. To that she answered “Are you nuts?” “I’m not pregnant.” A few more days passed, she finally gave in and took a test. The test said she was indeed pregnant. She didn’t believe it so she took another. Same result. She called her mom in disbelief. “Mom I’m Pregnant.” Anna said. “OH my goodness....” Her mother replied. “What about school?” She asked Anna. “I don’t know mom, I don’t know what to do.” Regardless her mom was actually very excited, but Anna was far from excited. She had waited years to go to college and now it was all at risk. She visited the doctor where they confirmed she was about three months along. Much to far to go back now. Anna Couldn’t believe it. A baby? She didn’t want to have a baby! She then had to let Tom know. She didn’t know how he would react. She was very nervous making that call. “Tom, Its me, Your going to be a dad.” Anna said. There was a brief silence on the line.... “Oh my god are you serious?!?” He said excitedly. “Are you mad.” Anna asked. “Of course I’m not mad, Im absolutely ecstatic.” “Why would I be mad Anna, Its my fault your pregnant!” He said. “Oh thank god your happy.” Anna said. “What about our schooling?” “Its ok Anna, we will make it happen no matter what, I’m here for you!” Tom said. Most days Anna had morning sickness and other issues. Pregnancy was not easy for her. Anna was a petite brunette. She was small overall. She has a small frame, tiny arms, and she was only 5 foot 2. She was still just a girl in reality, but she now was going to become a woman faster then she had ever imagined. She continued her studies as best she could. Eventually the ninth month had arrived. Annas belly was like a basketball protruding from her body. Anna knew she would birth at home as this was her wish. Her mom Mary had been preparing thier home for months. Everything Mary could afford to get she got in preparation for the birth. Finally summer break arrived and a very pregnant Anna returned to her home, and Tom did to. One morning Anna awoke early to pains in her belly. This wasnt unusual for her as the baby frequently moved around in her belly causing discomfort. These pains were different however. She felt around the top of her belly. She could feel a little baby foot squirming around within her. Anna was grossed out by the babies movements, she didnt like the idea that a baby was inside her. She was ready to be done, ready to give birth and be back to being a normal girl again. Anna prepared a breakfast and joined her boyfriend Tom on the front porch for a Saturday morning conversation. Tom asked how Anna was doing and knew that she was in some type of pain. “I think it may be happening.” Anna said “Ok honey, lets get things ready.” Tom replied. Tom prepared her bed with clean sheets and comfortable pillows. He also layed out towels in the bathoom and on the bed to catch fluids during the birthing process. A couple hours later Anna was in real pain, labor had begun and her belly squirmed wildly as the baby moved toward the birth canal. The contractions were sharper and shaper and it wasnt long before Anna was really hurting. She layed sprawled out on the couch, trying her hardest to bear

through each contraction. She was wearing a light shirt, bra, and panties. She fought the pain as best she could, but still yelped in pain with each contraction. Tom had read up on birth and was going to school to be a doctor. He figured this would be a good training opportunity.

“My poor baby girl.” Tom said, sitting beside her. Anna continued to struggle through the pain. Anna entered transition, this was the worst pain she had ever faced. “Oh my god, oh oh oh, help me, ahhhhhhh” Anna yelped. She continued her struggle. Till finally transition had ended. The baby was now low in her belly and engaged in her pelvis. “Ok its time to check your cervix to see if you can push.” Tom said Anna sat upon the bed and Tom inserted a finger to check Anna. “Good girl Anna, your right on the money, 10 centimeters!” “So now what do I do?” Anna asked. “Time to push that baby out hun!” Tom replied. “Im scared.” Anna said. “I know baby girl, but its so close to being done now.” Tom said. Anna endured another couple of contractions. She was ready to get over to the bed, but the next contraction brought a tiny gush of fluids. “Whats happening!?!” Anna shrieked. “Your water broke baby, The baby is coming now!” Tom replied. Anna and Tom went to the bed, Anna waddled as it was so strange to her having so much pressure between her legs. They arrived at the bedside. Anna took off her shirt, bra, and panties, then climbed into bed. “Wow look at my beautiful baby girl” Tom said. “You are so beautiful.” “Ok how do I do this.” Anna asked. Tom put several pillows behind his pregnant girlfriends head, he put an absorbent pad under her butt as well. “Lift your butt baby.” Tom said as she slid the pad underneath. “Ok now we wait for a contraction and you push.” Tom said. “I will teach you how to push.” Tom stated. Tom put a finger in her opening. “Feel my finger?” Tom asked. “Yes.” Anna replied. “Ok when a contraction comes, your push like your having a bowel movement right at this spot.” He said “Ok” Anna replied. It was time to put her newly acquired knowledge to the test. A contraction came. “Ok baby, pull your legs up toward your chest and push like your pooping.” Tom instructed. Anna pulled back her little legs and pushed. “Grrrrr.” she grunted out. She then stopped. “Good girl Anna.” Tom said. “Hold those pushes good and long.” Tom stated. Anna pushed again. “mmmmmm grrrrrr ahhhhhh.” She grunted hard. The contraction ended. “Good girl baby!” Tom said. “Now relax.” “How many pushes will I have to do?” Anna asked. “Could be a few minutes, could be a few hours babe.” Tom said. “A FEW HOURS!” Anna yelled. “Yes baby, pushing a baby out is a long process. Your young and small, The baby has to stretch you out to get free.” Tom said. “You will be ok. Just breath and relax.” Another contraction came.

“Ok baby girl, here goes.” Tom said. Anna pulled back her legs and grunted. She pushed good and hard this time, curling her little toes in protest of the pain. “Good push girl! And again!” Tom said. Anna pushed again and again till the contraction was over. “Ok babe, lets see what we can see.” Tom said. Tom used both hands to open her opening. He poked around a bit. ‘“Ok girl, heres a contraction, push hard.” He said Anna pushed with all her strength. “Ohhhh!!! We have something here!” Tom said. “I see something!” Tom said again. “We have a little baby head!” “I wanna see the baby!” Anna said. Tom grabbed a large mirror and placed in in front of her, she then pulled back her opening once more. “Ok push hard and watch the mirror” Tom said. Anna pushed, in the tiny little back of her opening a tiny spot of hair was visible. As the push stopped the spot went away. “Where did my baby go?” Anna asked. “Back in your tummy.” Tom said. “Why in my tummy, I want her out!” Anna stated. “Birth is a two steps forward, one step back process baby. The baby will come out a bit, then go back in a bit, remember she is stretching you out so she can get free.” Tom said. “ I want her out!” Anna said. “Honey, she will come out, you have to push her out. “ Tom said. Anna dropped her legs as the contraction ended. Tom grabbed more pillows as it was a struggle for Anna to push and hold her legs open. He put pillows under Annas legs to support them. Then another contraction came. Anna moaned as she pushed, she struggled and quivered. Her perineum however was starting to bulge a bit with each push. “I’m uncomfortable.” Anna said. “Change positions honey, you have the whole bed.” Tom said. “Try side laying, I’ll support your upper leg when you push.” Anna slowly moved from laying on her back to laying on her side. Her cute little Belly touching the mattress. Another contraction came. Tom supported her upper leg as she began to push again. Anna dug deep and bored down with all her strength, the perineum slowly bulged outward. As the push ended the perineum bulge disappeared. The contraction continued so Anna pushed again. Once again the bulge appeared, and then slowly disappeared as the push ended. “Good girl Anna, your making her move in there!” Tom said. “With every push your helping the baby escape from your womb.” Tom laid down first and let Anna lie down on his lap. He did this to comfort Anna and help her push the baby out. The mirror was positioned so that Anna and Tom could see the progress. Little did Anna know this was just the beginning of the battle. Another round of contractions Hit Anna. Assisted by her boyfriend she began pushing again. Anna drew back her legs and let out a push. She curled her toes as she pushed, her Tummy shook and quivered as she pushed hard to free the baby. Her perineum bulged as she continued to push the baby. The next push brought the bulge out further. It was becoming evident that the baby's head was close to the opening. A few moments later another push came over Anna. She strained and struggled, but her efforts were awarded. She pushed again, the perineum bulged farther this time. Anna continued to struggle, however she was about to be rewarded. As in her vulva, a tiny tuft of hair protruded. “Good Girl baby!” We can see that little Head! Tom said.

As the push came to an end the tuft of hair receded from view. The contraction ended. Anna relaxed in between the waves. Less than a minute later the next contraction started. Tom assisted Anna in drawing her legs back. Anna pushed with all of her strength. The tiny tuft of hair appeared in the opening once more.

“Reach down and touch the baby.” Tom said Anna reached down with her hand, and for the first time touched her baby's head. “Ewww its slippery and gross!” Anna said. Tom just laughed. The next contraction started. Anna Drew back her legs once more and pushed. The baby's head became slightly more visible this time. However as the push ended the baby's head drew back inside of Anna’s tummy. She was so close, but yet so far. When pushing she could see her baby, but the battle was far from over. “Ok baby girl, the next stage is the tricky one. The babies head will fight your perineum to get out. When you push the head will come out, but when you stop it will roll back. The perineum skin will hold the baby inside of you. You must overcome this skin to get the baby out.” Tom instructed. It was time for Anna to dig deep. Her baby's head was stuck in between her legs, and only she could free it. It did not matter how much assistance her boyfriend gave her, it was totally up to her to give birth to the babies head. Anna knew that Tom could not pull the baby from within her. It had to be done on her own. The next contraction came. Anna's Little body strained as she began to push. Below her belly the tiny baby Head was starting to emerge. It seemed so much more fluid in her. The head was more responsive to her pushing now. Even a tiny push had a reaction on the baby. Tom layed behind her and watched the action unfold in the mirror. He was so proud of what his girl was doing, and slightly aroused. Anna pushed again which revealed the baby's head once more, however as she stopped the head receded back in. The battle between baby and skin had begun. Every push moved the head into the opening, but at the end of every push the baby went back inside of Annas tummy. The battle continued. Anna pushed down hard, the baby responded this time, and the head protruded quite far. However with the end of the push the baby went back into her tummy. Anna made tiny moaning sounds as she pushed hard to free her baby. She needed a position change to see if she could push the head free in a different position. Lying on her back was obviously getting her nowhere as the baby continued to go in and out. She once again switched to side lying. Tom supported her upper leg as she pushed. The baby's head came into view then slowly rolled back in as Anna stopped pushing. The little baby head was not coming anytime soon. It's almost as though the baby preferred Annas tiny little Tummy. Anna continued to struggle, but the babies head remained firm in her. It had now been two hours since Anna began pushing. She had made good progress, but the babies head was still within her. The baby had made an appearance several times, but refused to stay in the opening. Anna's Young perineum skin just was not allowing the baby to come forth. Anna was becoming desperate. She wanted the baby out of her badly but no matter how hard she struggled the head would not come free. Still on her side she began to wiggle her tiny hips back-and-forth. “Good girl Anna. Move those hips, it may help her out.” Tom said. “Follow your instincts.” Anna resumed another push. As she wiggled her hips back and forth the baby's head started to make more headway. The tiny tuft of hair head become the top of the babies skull. A tiny teardrop shape was starting to happen. Anna's perineum skin was finally starting to stretch. “Good job baby girl, wiggle that tummy and get that baby out!”Tom said. “Uhh, uhgrrrm, ooh god, mmmmm.” Anna moaned as she pushed. Anna was getting tired And frustrated. It was time for an all out massive push. “Im going for it.” Anna said. “Hold me open.” Anna waited for the next contraction to set in, Tom held her opening below to allow more space for the babies head. Anna breathed in any gathered all of her strength. She dug her feet into the mattress, strained as hard as she possibly could and let out the biggest push she had

ever done. She wiggled from side to side as she pushed. The baby's had came far into the opening. The furthest it had been yet. Even a small portion of the babies forehead was visible. However at the end of her massive push, the babies went back inside the tummy. “Wow honey, I was for sure that would have her out!” Tom said.

“I dont think I can get her out.” Anna stated. “You can honey, I will coach you.” Tom said. Tom began the coaching. He came around from behind her to assist the perineum in opening. “Ok baby, hard push.” Mary said “1 2 3 4 5... “good let go.” Tom continued coaching her for another 15 minutes. The baby's head continued into yo-yo action. Slowly coming visible with the push, and receding back in with the end. Finally after a few more pushes the head was starting to come forth far into crowning. Even though the baby's head was starting to crown, at the end of the push the head was still receding into Anna's tummy. Tom continued to coach his girlfriend, but the head refused to come free. The perineum skin was still fighting to keep the baby inside. No matter how hard Anna pushed the baby continued to recede in at the end. Tom assisted her by pulling back the skin as she pushed. Anna was taking a real working over and Tom knew that she would soon tire to the point of exhaustion. “I cant get her out.” Anna said. “Ive been in the same spot now for 45 minutes and the head is still stuck.” “I know baby girl, you have worked so hard, your perineum is just so tight.” Tom said. The babies head remained in the vulva. Visible, but not able to get free of the perineum. “Help me, I cant get her out.” Anna wailed. Anna began to doubt, she had worked so hard, but with no avail. Tom had doubts as well, seeing his poor girl struggle was starting to make him wonder as well. They took a break for a few minutes and regained composure. “Help, help me.” Anna said. “There is nothing I can do to free the baby honey, you just have to keep going.” Tom said. Anna let out a tiny grunty push. The head moved, but barely. She pushed again. Once again the baby responded, but it was little effort against the tight perineum. The baby receded back into Annas tummy. Once again becoming clenched by the Tight perineum. It was time to take a break and give up for a while, it was becoming apparent that Anna was not going to be able to free the baby. She was simply too tired, and her skin too tight. Anna drew her legs together and the baby disappeared from the Vulva back into her tummy. Anna stood up. It was time to take a break and walk. The walking motion and the movement of her hips might help the baby get into a better position to get free. The baby now back firmly in the tummy made Anna upset. She had carried this baby for the last nine months, and now it was so close to coming out, but yet she was unable to get it out. She could feel the baby moving within her, she could feel it kick and struggle to get free of her tight skin. She began to wonder if the baby would actually fit out of her. Anna endured more contractions as she paced around the bedroom. She could feel the babies head just inside her rubbing the perineum as she walked. It was a strange feeling. After 30 minutes of walking around, it was time for the inevitable. Anna needed to starting pushing again. Anna returned to the bed with Tom at her side. She drew back her legs and began pushing once more. She breathed in and bored down, her skin bulged below. She pushed again, the skin bulged farther and the vulva opened. She pushed again, the head came back to view then slowly receded with the end of the push. The next contraction came. Anna pushed hard and the head came to view, as the push slowed the head went back. Anna was grunting will all her might to free the little baby, but it was stuck. The tiny head held tightly in place. She took a breath. The head slipped slowly back in. “Good girl Anna, it will happen, just stay with it.” Tom said. However after several hours of pushing Tom was starting to get worried she would not be able to get the baby out on her own. Secretly he was turned on by this. Anna kept at it though, pushing hard to get the head moving, then watching it go back inside. She knew she really had no other choice but to get the baby out. The morning turned in to afternoon as Anna continued

to push the baby out. The head had now been going in and out for two long hours. Anna had now been pushing for five total hours. Anna’s body was covered in sweat, and she was becoming very exhausted. “Tom, the baby isn’t coming out.” Anna said. “I’ve been at this for hours.”

“I know babe, but the head is right there in your opening, It will come.” Tom replied. “Yes I know Tom, but her head has been there for two hours!” Anna said. “Are you enjoying seeing me like this?” “No babe of course not, I mean you are quite cute when you push, but I want the baby to come out to.” Tom said. Anna returned to pushing, she grunted hard and long. The babies head was right there at the opening, but just refused to come out any farther. Anna tried and tried again to get the baby out but with no prevail. “Ok Tom, I’m throwing in the towel.” Anna said. “Your baby isn’t coming out.” Anna felt trapped by this. She had a baby stuck in her, she couldn’t get it out, she began to feel anxious. Her anxiety made her tense up. This made the baby retract back inside her. As the baby retracted her tummy got bigger. “Looks like your still pregnant.” Tom said. “Yes, but I’ve been trying to get un-pregnant now for hours!” Anna said. “Why did you have to put such a big baby in me Tom? Anna asked. “I’m not sure its a size issue, I think there is another complication.” Tom replied. Anna went to say something again but was stopped by a contraction. She pushed hard and the head moved out to its farthest yet. The head stayed in the opening for a few seconds before slowly retracting back inside. “See babe, your getting it, that was the farthest its been out yet.” Tom said. “Well ok, I’ll keep trying.” Anna said. Anna pushed again with the next contraction, the head came slowly into view. The babies hair was dry now, it had been in the same spot for so long. Feeling the head going in and out was starting to become natural to Anna. It was actually starting to become slightly pleasureable. She pushed again feeling the head push against her opening. She was becoming aroused. Tom noticed this. “Starting to like it babe?” Tom asked. “Well.... I mean I want it out, but the feeling.....” Anna said. Anna continued to work the baby in and out of her. The head would slowly decend and push her opening, then retract back within her. Anna continued this until she could handle the pleasure no more. Her body shook and quivered with pure sensation. As the sensation overtook her she pushed, her opening contracted in and out. The babies head did the same, however it wasn’t popping out as she thought. The tension of the contractions held the baby tight within her. “Ok Tom thats it, your baby is stuck in me and I want it out now.” Anna said. “Get this baby out of me or else.” “Ok ok, lets see whats going on in there.” Tom replied. Tom reached in Annas opening, he felt around the babies stuck head with his finger. He got around to the bottom of the head and found the problem. “Ok so first of all we have a hand here, and second of all the baby is face up.” Tom said. “Theses two conditions make birth just about impossible.” Tom then withdrew his finger. “I suppose I could pull the hand free making birth much easier.” Tom said as he took a step backwards. “Ok so do it then.” Anna said. “Nah your ok babe, Just keep pushing.” Tom said as he stepped farther away. “Are you nuts Tom!” Anna said. “Your just so cute when you push.” Tom said. “Tom I command you to pull that hand out.” Anna said straining to push. “You’ll get it babe.” Tom said.

“TOM!!” Anna yelled. Tom slowly sat back down at her side. Anna desperately reached down and tried to feel for the babies hand. She could get her fingers just inside, but her belly was to big to be able to reach far enough inside. She gave up and moaned in protest. “Good girl Anna, just keep pushing.” Tom said. “Oh I’m going to get you for this!” Anna said. Anna went to move toward Tom but was hit with another painful contraction. She pulled her legs back and pushed as hard as she could. “Mmmmm Ahhhhhh, COME OUT BABY!” She yelled. She pushed hard again. “OHH MMMM AHHH, COME OUT!” She was gaining traction on the baby, moving its head ever farther out of her opening. However the babies little hand was preventing escape. She pushed hard again, her belly covered in sweat. She could feel the baby kicking and squirming inside to try and get out. Anna put her legs up on the headboard of the bed and continued to push with all her might. She pushed on her belly with her hands to help the baby. But it wasn’t moving. The baby was stuck just prior to full crown. The forehead was visible, but the face had yet to come. “TOM!” Anna said. “Good effort babe, But your still pregnant.” Tom said. “Make you a deal.” Tom said. “Ok what.” Anna said. “If I can impregnate you again in the future, I’ll pull that hand free.” Tom said. “NO, I don’t want another one of your babies inside me!” Anna said. “Ok keep pushing then.” Tom said. “Quick tip, wiggle your hips.” Anna stood up and got on all fours. Then went into a squat. She pushed and wiggled her hips as much as she could. The babies head began to come forward. She pushed harder and harder, the head began to finally stay down. With the next push the face came forth. It retracted a bit with the end of the push. The next push was a struggle but the baby was moving. “AHHHH MMMM.” Anna grunted as she pushed. The head was coming slowly out. The babies ears started to show. The end of the push had the ears disappear back in, to Toms pleasure. “Good Girl Anna, just keep pushing.” Tom said. The baby was coming but it was also continuing to recede back at the end of the pushes. The next push was finally the one that Anna had been waiting for, with a epic push and struggle, the head finally emerged. It was a relief to Anna to finally have the head out. She wiggled and pushed again, the first shoulder popped free. With the next push the other shoulder and body slipped free. Anna was elated to finally have the baby out. She got to know the new baby, and allowed Tom to bond as well. “So, when can we have another Anna.” Tom said. “Don’t get any silly ideas.” Anna said.

[discount-shades]

Sleepy Baby Part 6

a/n: It’s a little less fluffy.

Pairing: Jake “Hangman” Seresin / Reader

Warnings: None

Word Count: 1500 ish

Summary: Jake and Kisses talk about their pasts.

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Netflix’s ‘are you still watching’ screen had long since timed out and was now flashing through images of the various shows on the streaming service. Tucked under Jake’s arm and wedged between his body and the back of your couch you watch the changing light from the TV flicker across his face. He is gazing down at you as he runs his fingers up and down your back

“You know, I’ve been with you every evening for the last two weeks,” Jake said, breaking the silence. “When did you stop going to your therapy mandated one hour weekly bar socializing sessions?”

“When some weirdo I met at a bar three months ago tracked me down at work two weeks ago.” you grin up at him as his eyes light up. 

“He sounds like a creep, you should stay away from him.” 

“Yeah I should, but unfortunately he is really good looking so I went and gave him my number and my address.” You shrug, “I can’t get rid of him now.” 

“Good looks are a blessing and a curse.” Jake sighs dramatically and you lean up to kiss his chin. 

“It’s ok that you stopped, though, right?” Jake looks down at you, “I don’t want to… I don’t know, impede your progress, or something.”

“It’s ok, she wanted me to go out and meet someone.” You grin up at him, “When I see her tomorrow she will probably be more excited than you were when I gave you my number.” 

“Not possible.” he declares. “That was the best day of my life.” You snort at his response.

“Do you want to know why?” You shift so you can rest your chin on his chest. “You can ask, you know.” 

“You’ll tell me when you are ready.” Jake shrugs, “I’m in no rush and you’re worth waiting for.” He goes back to running his fingers up and down you back. 

“I want you to know. Long story long?” You ask, “or long story short?”

“Long story long,” he replies. You take a deep breath. You want Jake to know, but sharing always gives you a weird feeling, like you are looking for pity. Part of you wants to just info-dump the story and move past it. You are also unsure of how he will respond. 

“I started dating my high school boyfriend, Ian, at seventeen,” you tell him on your exhale. “We lived outside Seattle and almost our whole friend group ended up moving there for university.” His eyes are searching yours and you turn your head so your ear is pressed against his chest. The steady beat of his heart is soothing and it is easier to talk without looking at him.

“We got engaged at twenty-three and had the whole wedding planned for when I was twenty-five.” Your breath is shaky as you inhale again. “My mother got really sick about four months before the wedding.” You blink and a tear hits Jake's shirt. “Breast cancer, it was already Stage 4 when they found it and she died about two months later.” You sniff and wipe your eyes. “My father was devastated. He had a heart attack and died about a month after my mom.”

“Oh, Kisses,” Jake wraps both arms more firmly around you and holds you close. “I’m so sorry.” 

You relax into his arms, allowing yourself to be held. “They were pretty good parents as far as parents go.” you look up at him. “They had rules and all, but everything was done with humor.” You smile in memory. “Every rule had some kind of dire and completely unrealistic consequence if it wasn't followed. They would tell me to wear my coat in the winter or I would freeze solid and they would turn me into a Christmas lawn ornament and leave me out there until spring, stuff like that. There was a lot of laughter growing up.”

“Must be where you get it from," he says. 

“Yeah,” you say sadly. “Not gonna lie, you brought some of that back.” You put your head back on his chest. “We postponed the wedding for a year. The vendors were surprisingly good about it.” 

“Ian and Beth, my best friend since the second grade, got me through their deaths.” You laugh humorlessly. “I remember feeling so lucky that my fiancé and my BFF got along so well.” I started seeing Jenn, my therapist, and I was doing a lot better. 

“A month before the second wedding date Ian and Beth were killed by a drunk driver when Ian was driving her home one night.”

“Oh, Kisses–” Jake goes to speak but you cut him off.

“That's not the best part.”

“The best part?” 

“I mean you could also call it the worst part,” you sit up and look at Jake. “She was giving him a blow job when they were hit.” Jake’s jaw drops and he is staring at you with a horrified expression. “Yeah,” you say wryly. “It turns out they had a little thing going on since high school. All our friends knew but no one told me; I don’t talk to anyone from home anymore.”

“How did you find out?” Jake sits up too, arm resting on the back of the couch.

“The police told me. I was with his parents when I found out and I just started laughing hysterically. They were so mad at me for laughing. I just stood up and walked out of their house. Didn’t help cover the funeral or anything, just left and cut contact.”

“Is that when you moved here?” Jake's eyes are searching your face. 

“No, I stayed in Seattle for about a year.” You tell him. “The really funny thing is that it turns out I was the sole beneficiary for one hell of a comprehensive accidental death insurance policy, and since the other driver was speeding and three times over the legal limit when his truck hit their car it paid out in full.”

Jake whistles under his breath. “At least you got something out of it.”

“That’s the way I choose to see it. His parents were upset that kept it all, but I feel like I've earned it.” You shrug, “Money doesn't buy happiness but it did make me feel a little better, it paid for lots of therapy in any case.”

“So after a year of me complaining about Seattle, Jenn asked me why I didn't just move. So I applied for every library position I could find in the country and got hired here and moved to San Diego. We do video call sessions now.”

“For what it is worth, I am so happy you ended up here.” Jake takes your hand in his, kissing your palm. 

“Me too,” you grin shyly at him. “I was here for four months before Jenn talked me into going out to bars to socialize. I had been going every week for about two months when I met you. And I played our song.”

Jake makes a face. “In the Navy is not our song, we can’t dance to In the Navy at our wedding.”

“Wow….  You are jumping the gun a bit there with your wedding talk, but we can dance to any song we want at our wedding, if you are not a coward.” You tell him with a grin. 

“I’ll find a better song for us,” Jake assures you. 

“What kind of experience do you have picking out songs for your relationships? I want to make sure I am trusting an expert.” You tell him.

“I’ll have you know I picked Taylor Swift's Our Song for me and my high school girlfriend.” Jake says smugly. “I’m practically the authority on relationship songs.”

“That song’s a little on the nose. How did that relationship end?” You ask, “Did the song play a role in the downfall?”

“No, with Stacy and I, it was very amicable.” Jake smiles fondly. “She was my neighbor and we started dating when we were like fourteen. We broke up after graduation when we realized that what we wanted from our future careers would not fit together. She is a professional barrel racer now and happily married to a team roper.” 

“Did you grow up on a farm, Jake Seresin?” You're grinning ear to ear, trying to picture him in a cowboy hat. Maybe holding a calf.

“No, we lived next door to Stacy's parents' horse ranch.” He says, “Our families are pretty close. I even went to her wedding where we danced to Our Song for old times sake, proving that I pick good songs.”

“Then I shall leave our song choice to the professional,” you tell him dramatically.

You stretch and check your watch, it reads 2:30AM. “It’s too late to drive,” you tell him. “Do you wanna stay the night?” He looks up at you in surprise, it's the first time you have invited him to stay over. 

“Yeah,” his voice sounds hoarse and he clears it. “Yes, I do.”

“Then come on,” You take his hand and lead him to your bedroom. You try to hide how fast your heart is beating, but when his fingers shift over the pulse in your wrist and stay there you are sure he knows.

“Do I get to finally see those PJs you described to me the other day?”

You laugh, “No, I’ll save that mystery for another day, you will get to see the sloth PJs. though.”

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LONG WAY DOWN PART 2

WOW! I’m so happy that so many of you liked Part ONE. Just got a chance to post the second part. Ok, no angst this time around. We all need a breather after Part One.  Let’s check in on our little family, shall we?

WARNING-none I don’t think (let me know if I missed something important}

If you like dad!rry that’s pretty much the entire piece. So this time we get a bit more fluff.  Don’t worry, we’ve got more angst coming, but we’ve got to tell the whole story.

Enjoy!

"Poppy, I know I promised we'd go to the zoo, but Mummy had to leave in a rush. Something important happened. We’ll leave soon."

Poppy climbs onto her bed and begins jumping. "Zoo! Zoo!" she shouts. The day’s overcast sky leaves a haze over the room, with the open blinds providing the only light source to the room. Her hair flies about around her head, as she bounces up and down.

"No, ma'am, we are not doing that." He points his finger at her, then at the floor. "Get down and play quietly or watch a program in the living room, but we are not jumping and shouting." He heads back to the door.

She stops.

“Leave you at the bloody zoo,” he says under his breath.

“What Daddy?”

“Nothing.” He turns to look at her again. "And besides, Miss, you aren't even dressed. So maybe get to work on that." His tone is harsher than Poppy is used to. She still stands on the bed, but slowly lowers herself to sit on the edge. It softens him, as he sees her surrounded by the pink and white ruffled pillows, and bedding. The canopy bed decorated with stuffed animals reminds him that she’s just his little girl. She stares at Harry in silence, her bottom lip puffing out.

“And why are you in here in the dark?” He turns the overhead light on.

“I like it.”

“That’s your daughter Y/N, liking the dark,” he says to himself.

Harry walks to his bedroom, grabs his phone, and as he sits on the bed, he looks at the time. She's been gone for over an hour. Is it over? No. She'll be back. His eyes fill with tears, and when tears begin to fall, he doesn’t stop them. A knock at the bedroom door interrupts his thoughts. He wipes his face. "Yes."

"Daddy, Poppy needs help."

"Coming." He just wants to crawl into bed and cry, but the kids need him. And this is complicated enough, so he needs to keep his word to them. He said they would go to the zoo, so they will go. He stands, goes to the door, exits the room, and walks down the hall.

Poppy points to the top of the closet. "Want that one."

Harry takes a deep breath before he enters her room and looks in the closet.  "Which one, love? The polka dots?" He replies like the daddy she is used to, with a gentle, easy voice.

"Yeah."

"Darling, you’re wearing a green skirt with flowers. That's a pink and blue polka dot sweater. That doesn't match."

"Wanna be like you," she says.

He laughs. "Oh, do you like it when Daddy's outfits don't match?"

She giggles. “Yeah, it's funny."

"Well, Lambert, at least one person likes it," he mumbles. He takes the sweater off the hanger and hands it to the curly-haired little girl.  

She pushes her head through the neck hole, then shoves her arms through the arms of the sweater. "You look just like your mumma, know that?" He smiles his big trademark smile. He helps her get the sweater adjusted to her tiny frame.

"Mumma says I look like Daddy." She points to him while she gives a bashful smile.

"Well, you have curly hair like me, but your face looks like Mummy. You're my beautiful girl, princess."

"Hey, you call Mummy princess. She's a princess?"

He laughs. "Something like that." He smirks, wondering if Poppy might have heard something she shouldn't have, but she says no more. He runs his fingers through her hair. "Need to do something about this hair before we leave."

"I'll do it."

"Yeah? That's a big girl job; think you can do it?"

"Yep. Watch." She nods and looks up.

"Let's see." He places his hands on his hips as he observes his little girl.

She walks over, opens a drawer, removes a headband, and puts it on. "See, all done."

He applauds. "Very cute, but when I come back, we might wanna brush that hair of yours."

"Kay. Kiss Daddy." She tilts her head up and puckers her lips.

Harry bends over and gives her a tiny peck. "Let me check on your brother, fashionista."

"’Kay." She sits on the floor, pushing on her rain boots.

"Archer," he calls as he steps into the hall and walks to the room next to Poppy's.

"Yes," he answers.

 "How are we doing in here?" He dips his head in from the doorway.

"Fine." Archer sits on a multi-colored rope rug, reading a book.

"All dressed?"

"Yes." He doesn't look up from the book.

Harry steps into the room, walks to the little boy, and squats next to him. "What's going on? Not upset about the talk we had on the stairs, are you?" He rubs Archer's back.

"No." He shakes his head. "Where's Mummy?"

"Told ya something important happened, and she had to go."

"Will she be away for a long time?"

Harry narrows his eyes. "Not sure, why?"

"She had two suitcases, and you asked her to stay."

Harry shakes his head. "No, not long, little man; she just had a lot of stuff she needed to take with her."

Archer looks up. "But you asked her to stay."

Harry has yet to think about how he will answer the millions of questions that are certain to come from young children. He sighs. "I did because I don't like it when she's not here. Like when I leave, and you guys don't like me leaving, but I always come back, don't I?"

The boy nods. "Yeah. But even if it's too late or too early for us, you always say bye, and we always eat with you. Sometimes we even take you to the plane, but Mum just left."

Archer plays with the ends of his shoestrings.

"She was just in a rush. She'll call when she gets there. She'll be back soon. How did you see all that, Mummy’s suitcases and all?"

"I was listening at the door." He looks up.

"Now, that's not what we do, is it? We don't listen to private conversations."

"I didn't. You guys were in the hall."

Harry kisses him on the top of his head. "Too smart for your own good, aren't you?"

The boy shrugs.

"Right. So, let me get Lola changed, and we'll head out." Harry stands, and his son asks one last question as he exits the room.

"She'll be back, right, Dad?"

"Yes. And don't talk to Poppy like that. It'll scare her, thinking she lost her mum, and she didn't. None of you did. Don't worry." He leaves and walks to Lola's room.

"And so if we are both good, she'll be back," Poppy is talking to Lola through the crib rails.

"Hey, Pop, what's this about?"

Harry approaches the two small girls.

"I was telling the baby to be good and not cry so Mummy will come home."

Harry kneels at Poppy's level. "Hey, sweet girl, why would you say that? Mummy is coming home. It's not because the baby cries; it's not because of any of you."

"Archer said Mummy just couldn't take more."

"Pop, I need you to listen to me. Mumma didn't leave because of you, your sister, or your brother. Has nothing to do with any of you, nothing at all."

She looks at him. “But then, how come?”

Harry sighs. "Let me get Lola dressed. Run along while I finish with her."

Poppy dances her way to the door and leaves.

Harry lifts the baby from her crib. She grabs his face and laughs. He places her on the changing table, undoes her diaper, and tosses it in the pail. He cleans her up, puts on a fresh diaper, and chooses a top and overalls from her drawer. He holds her still with one hand and reaches into the dresser. Once he retrieves the items, he gives her a few raspberries on her chubby tummy, which sends her into a giggle fit. "Daddy's baby angel, aren't you? I love you guys so much. I wish I were here to see all you do when I'm not around. Daddy is so sorry he isn't here more, but I love you so much. Soon I’ll make it up to all of ya. I don't know how, but I will. Promise.” He finishes dressing her, picks her up, and gives her a big, wet kiss.

“Dada.”

“Excuse me, did you just say Dada?” Harry beams at Lola." That's right, I’m your dada.” Harry missed it when she said it the first time.  He was on a call with Jeff, and the next time he was on a call with Sarah.

She grabs his nose and smiles.

"Now, it's time for some little socks for your little feet." He walks over and grabs a pair of socks and then her shoes. He carries the baby, the socks, and the boots over to the chair and sits with her. As he puts the items on her, he begins to speak. "Now, you need to know my darling Mummy is not gone forever, and Mummy is not gone because you cry. Mummy is upset and tired, and Mumma left because Daddy didn't help enough, but that's going to change, so don't worry." Harry knows the baby doesn't understand, but he says it anyway. When he finishes with Lola, he stands, and walks over to the door, but turns back to the crib to grab her favorite lovie, a stuffed turtle, and hands it to her. When he returns to the door, he flips off the light, and they enter the hallway.

"Come along, guys, we're ready."

Poppy and Archer come out of their rooms.

"Okay, family, let's go to the living room. We need to have a chit-chat."

The kids follow Harry and sit on the living room floor while Harry sits on the sofa with the baby in his lap. She smells of lavender, and he inhales because nothing smells better than her little lavender wash and shampoo.

"Right, small people, I need to talk to you." He looks at Poppy and Archer, then Lola. Poppy has a drop of jelly at the corner of her mouth.

“Poppy, why do you have jelly on your face? We didn’t have jelly this morning.”

“From my room.”

“You have jelly just randomly in your room? Never mind.” He shakes his head. “We’ll talk about that later. Anyway, as I was saying. Mummy is gone, and we all know that. I want you to understand that it has not one single thing to do with any of you. Mummy had to take care of some things for herself, and she needed to leave right away, just like sometimes I must leave when we don't expect it, but I always come back, don't I?"

The kids nod.

"And you know Mumma loves you, and so does Papa. You guys are the most important thing in the whole world to us. But Mummy needed to take care of herself for a bit.”

“Is she sick?” Poppy asks.

“No, baby she’s not sick.”

“Then what?” Archer asks.

“You see, she never has time for herself. This can make a person sad after a long time. You know I say how tired I am because of my work, or I come home in a bad mood? Or even you guys get sick of going to school. But we get to come home and take a break, but mummies don't get breaks. They work all of the time."

"So she's mad because she's always taking care of us?" Archer asks.

"No. It’s like when you feel upset when you can't play because you have to clean your room, eat dinner, and have a bath. All you want is to have fun. Well, that's how Mum feels. She just wants to have some fun sometimes. But for her, it's not playing so much as just resting and letting someone else take care of her.”

"We could take care of her," Archer says.

"Most times, she would love that, but this time she still had to go away for a little while. So when something came up, and she needed to leave, she decided to also have that rest I was just talking about."

"So, a trip?" Poppy asks.

"Yes, Pop, a trip." Harry decided that was the most straightforward answer they'd come up with all day, so he settled on that explanation.

"Can we go now?" Archer asks.

"Yes, young ones, we can go now. Just let me get your sister's bag. I'll be at the door in just a second. Put your coats on; it's a bit chilly today." Harry walks with Lola to the bag sitting near another sofa and checks for diapers, a binky, and other essentials. He rarely has to plan these things out, but as expected, Y/N had everything he needed in the bag. He picks it up and walks to the door. As he rounds the corner, he hears Archer before he sees him.

"It looks dumb."

"Hey, what is with all the shouting and mean words today? We just talked about this. What is wrong with you, Arch?"

He points to Poppy. "Her clothes don't match. She's dressed dumb. She said it's like you, but it's not because you're not dumb, Dad."

Poppy starts to cry.

"First, apologize to your sister. Second, we just talked about how we treat one another. And third, young man let people dress in whatever way makes them feel good. What if I told you that the cowboy hat you're wearing is dumb?"

"But it’s not."

"You don't think it's dumb, neither do we, but it would hurt your feelings if someone told you it looked dumb. So, think about how you would feel when you speak to people. Just because Mummy isn't here doesn't mean we can do whatever we want. And why are you using the word dumb, not a nice word..”

Lola claps and laughs.

Archer looks at the ground, then at Poppy. He touches her arm and says, "I'm sorry, Poppy."

She smiles. "It's okay."

"Now, Poppy, it is not okay; when someone hurts us, it is never okay, but it is okay to forgive them."

"I f'give you," she says in a hushed voice.

"So if you lot can behave kindly to one another, Archer, I’m talking to you, then we can go now." He takes Lola's coat from the hook, then his own. He sits her on the bench by the door, dresses her in the coat, and then puts his jacket on. He picks up the baby. "All right, people, are we all clothed, shoed, and jacketed?"

He looks at everyone. A bit proud of himself, he opens the door. "Then off to the zoo, we go" Poppy and Archer run to the car. "Hey, no running. Walk, please."

They wait at the SUV for Harry and the baby. As he reaches the car, he hits the key fob unlocking the door. With his free hand, he opens the door and puts Lola in first, buckling her into her car seat. "Walk around to the other side, guys, so we can all get buckled in. Archer, you get in first, then I'll get your sisters settled." The boy climbs into his seat and buckles himself in. Harry picks Poppy up and secures her in the booster seat. He turns to Archer in the last row. "Buckled in nice and tight?"

He looks down and pats the buckle. "Yep."

Harry tugs on the seatbelt and checks it just the same. "Well done." With that, he shuts the door, walks to the girls, rechecks them, and closes the door. He goes to the driver's seat, gets in, closes the door, and starts the car.

And Baby, you don't know what you're doin'

The parts of you I'm ready to ruin

Slide on over, there's room enough for two

I haven't even started my lovin' you

The song blasts through the car, a song Harry has been working on. He turns the volume to zero. The kids don't recognize the music, so they don't ask any questions. "Man, Dad, that's so loud." Archer covers his ears.

Lola starts to whine and is on the verge of tears when the volume startles her. Poppy reaches over to her. “It’s okay, Lolo.”

Harry watches in the rearview mirror. He pulls the car into drive. They roll to the exit of their home. Content with his family, he enters a code at the gate. When the gate opens, he pulls onto the road and drives toward the zoo. It's a bit of a distance, but the kids laugh and talk, not having any trouble enjoying a day out. Harry knows he should have called his security team for someone to meet them, but he doesn't have time now. Also, he needs to learn to live without constantly having security around. Isn't part of the problem that he lives in the lap of luxury, as Y/N put it? He checks to see if she's called though he knows she hasn't. She’s only been gone a short while, but he hopes somehow, she’ll be home when they get back.

The drive is uneventful, except for Lola becoming a bit fussy. She quiets down if Harry reaches back to soothe her and talks to her a bit.

"Daddy," Poppy says.

"Yes, love."

"Did I know you when I was little like Lola?"

"Of course, why?"

She hesitates. "Didn't know if you knew me then."

"Yes, baby. You've seen all kinds of pictures of us together when you were little. I was around a lot back then. Remember when Lola was in Mummy's tummy?"

"Yeah."

"Well, I knew you even when you were growing big and strong in your mummy. Even before I could see you, I knew you."

She giggles. "That's silly."

"S'not Pop. Remember how we all knew Lola? We'd talk to her while she was growing inside, Mumma?"

"Yeah."

"Well, it was the same with you, except it was just me, Mum, and Arch. We talked to you all the time, except Archer was pretty young, so he couldn't talk as much."

"Did you want me different?"

Harry raises an eyebrow and pouts his lips. "What?"

"So we have Lola?"

"Oh love, I would never want a different you. I love you.”

Archer has fallen asleep, which Harry is thankful for, or he would be piping in by the minute.

"Then why?"

"Well, baby, we loved our family so much that we thought about how great it would be if there was another one of us. You know how you love all your friends, but you like having more than one friend?

“Yeah.”

“And when you have a party, you want more than one person to come because it's so much fun with more people? Well, it's like that."

"You don't like her more than me?"

He reaches back and grabs her foot, and tugs it a bit. "I could never like her more than you. I love you all the very same amount, just like you are. I don't need you to be more or less or different. I need and want you to be uniquely you. I want you to always be yourself, Poppy." He rubs her leg. "I love you just like this, mismatched clothes, messy hair, and all. I would never want a different Poppy."

"I don't want another daddy. I love you." She blows him a kiss.

"I love you, angel. And you will never have a different daddy."

"Or mummy?"

"There will never be another mummy, not ever, ever."

                                                            ###

Once at the zoo, Harry puts on a baseball cap, lifts the hood of his sweatshirt, over that, then puts on his shades and gets out of the car. By the time he is at the backdoor, Archer has already unbuckled his seatbelt and practically lunges out of the car when Harry opens the door.

"Hey, speed racer, let's be careful." He grabs him under the arms and lowers him to the ground.

Then he walks around to where Poppy sits, opens the door, and unbuckles her. He lowers her to the ground as well. Finally, he removes Lola from her car seat, picks up her bag, slams the door, and hits the key fob to lock it.

 "Oh bloody hell," Harry says as they cross the parking lot.

"What's wrong, Dad?" Archer asks.

"Forgot your sister's stroller. Guess I'll just carry her."

"You can get one here, I think."

"All right, we'll ask when we get up there. Arch, Pop, I need you guys to pull the hoods up on your jackets."

"Why?"

"Poppy, please don't ask me why. Just do what Papa says."

“It won’t fit over my hat,” Archer says.

“I guess you’ll need to give it to me then, or you put it on over the hood. Either way, the hood goes up.”

Archer, detecting Harry is in no mood for games, does as he's told. He carries the hat, not wanting to push his luck.

"Poppy, take m' hand. Archer, take your sister's hand. We should stay close together the whole time, right? Poppy, if they have a push cart, I'll put you in it. I know ya don't like them, and I don't either, but it's the only way I can keep us all safe without security. Usually, we at least have Mummy, but since it's just us today, we've got to be super careful."

"What's s’curity?" Poppy asks.

"The guys that always protect us, the ones that are like policemen, but don’t wear police clothes. Do you remember Liam, Jack, and Brian? Those guys are security."

"OH, okay."

When they reach the zoo's entrance, Harry keeps his head down, avoiding eye contact with anyone. He scans the QR code, types in the required information, and purchases the tickets. He scans the tickets, and the turnstile unlocks. He leads the children in. "Now we've got to find strollers."

Harry walks over to a booth keeping his face down as much as possible. "Scuse me? Do you have strollers?"

"Yes, sir, right over there." The woman points to a stall around the corner.

The family walks to the stall, and Harry puts money in for a double stroller. When the funds release the lock, he pulls the stroller out. Thankfully he can fit both girls comfortably.

"Lola, let's get you in first." He pushes the back portion down and puts her in, then picks Poppy up and places her in the front part. He hangs the baby bag on the handle. "Arch, I need you to stand in front of me.". You're gonna push. That way, you can't run off, mister."

"Dad, I;"

"Or we can go home." He knew how the sentence would end, and he wasn't having it today.

"I'll do it."

Archie stands in front of Harry and begins to push the cart.

                                                           ###

"And then, then," Poppy giggles. "Archer fell down. Did you see Daddy?"

"Yes, sweetheart, I did."

Harry rocks a sleepy Lola as he listens to Archer and Poppy tell stories of what just happened at the zoo.

"Guys, let's finish our food and get home so we can all take a nap."

Archer tosses his pizza on a plate and slumps back in his chair, arms crossed over his chest. "I don't want a stupid nap."

"You don't have to sleep, but you have to lie down and be quiet. And don’t act like that, throwing food onto the plate, ridiculous. But back to the nap, if after 15 minutes you don't fall asleep, you may read a book. Those are your options."

Poppy stands in her chair. "And me, Papa?"

"Sit, bottom in the chair. And yes, Poppy, you too."

Poppy lowers herself back to a seated position. “Daddy do I-“

"I don't want to read," Archer interrupts.

"Then sleep. I gave you two choices because choices are important. It's up to you which one you'd like to do. And yes, you too," he says as he reaches over and wipes Poppy's face.

"Looks like everyone has had enough pizza. We're all full, right?"

The two older kids nod their heads.

"Well then, let's head home."

“What about ice cream?” Archer asks.

“After dinner.”

“But you said the zoo, pizza, ice cream.”

Harry sighs. “I did but I didn’t say ice cream immediately after pizza, so we’ll have it after dinner.”

The three of them stand; with Harry still holding Lola, he grabs the baby bag and escorts the two older children out of the restaurant.

"Will Mummy be there?" Poppy asks.

"Not sure. I don't think so, though," Harry answers.

"Of course, she won't. She left us," Archer says.

"Whoa, whoa, whoa, Archer. What is that? I've told you Mummy didn't leave you. She loves you so, so much."

“But she left.”

“And she’ll be back just like I told you.”

At the car, Harry buckles everyone in. Once settled in the driver's seat, he starts the car and drives home.

### 

"Poppy, don't argue. It's not nice. Now, go lie down on your bed."

"I don't wanna, wanna stay with you." She wraps her tiny arms around his neck and starts crying. "None of that, sweet girl. No need to cry. I'll be right here in the house while you take a nap. So do as you’re told, please."

Her cry becomes urgent, almost desperate- her face red, and sharp breaths escape her. She breathes faster, yet more shallow, chest rising and falling rapidly.

"Now, now baby, I told ya I'll be right here in the house. I'll keep the monitor on, so if you need me, tell me, and I'll come, okay?"

"No."

"Poppy, you are always my sweet girl. Why are you talking back today?"

"Want Mummy."

"I know. I do too, and she'll be home before you know it, but for now, I need ya to do as you're told."

"Want Mummy."

"Pop, I'm sitting you on your bed and walking out. We’re not gonna argue about this." He does what he said he would. Sits her down, and crosses the room, “I love you, See you when you get up.” He closes the door.

She wails, a literal meltdown as he makes his way to Archer's room. He sticks his head into the room. "Doing okay?"

Archer nods his head.

“'m here if you need me." He closes the door.

Poppy is quiet now, so Harry doesn't dare return to her room. Lola sleeps peacefully in her crib. Harry picks up one of Archer's socks as he walks down the hall, then one of Poppy’s hair clips. Once in his bedroom, Harry exhales and drops back on the bed. He checks his phone, but there are no missed calls from Y/N. No texts. He knows he needs to call someone and tell them what happened because if she's away for too long, he will need help. But before he does that, he sends her a text.

HARRY- We miss you, love. So sorry I've been such an unappreciative twat. Can we please talk? I'll do better. Promise. Please just give me a chance to fix it. XX-H

Harry grabs the remote and turns on the Man U game even though he's not watching. It's just a way to pass the time as he waits for Y/N to text him back. He knows she won't, but he still hopes.

After 20 minutes, she has yet to reply, so he picks up the phone and dials Gemma. The phone rings three times before she answers.

"Hey," she says.

"Got a minute?"

 "Just a minute, I'm about to go to yoga class," she says.

Harry sighs. "Can you give me a call when you're done?"

"Yes, but what's wrong?" she asks.

"This one might take a while. Just call me when you're done, please."

She speaks louder to drown out the sound of an ambulance passing by. "What's wrong?"

"Nothing, just call me back when you have time to talk, Jesus Christ."

"I know something’s wrong. I can hear it. Tell me, or I'm not calling back. Something is obviously wrong."

Harry sits up, rubs his hands along his face, takes a deep breath, then exhales. "She left."

"Who? What are you talking about?"

"Gemma, my wife left me."

"Y/N left you? Oh, Harry, what are you even talking about? Nonsense."

 "She left. We had a huge row. She packed two suitcases and walked out the door. I haven't heard from her since."

Gemma shakes her head. "Are you sure?"

"Yes, I'm pretty sure that's what I saw. Jesus, Gemma, are you gonna talk to me, or are you just gonna ask a bunch of stupid questions?"

"When did she leave? That's not a stupid question is it?"

"I dunno, maybe 10 or 10:30 this morning."

“Well, you talk like she’s been gone for days. Give her at least until dinner time. Goodness.”

“And then what? When she’s not back then what do I do?” He stands.

"I assume you've called her."

Harry paces the room. "Yes. Well, I texted her, which seemed the most likely way to get a response. You know she hates the phone."

"Did you call Mum?"

"I can't, not right now. And she can’t do much from there." He sits down in a chair near the window.

“I’ll be there around 5:30. “

“See you then.” He disconnects the call.

                                                           ###

"So, you've got to give me as much detail as possible in the shortest amount of time. We can talk over all the little bits and detours of the story later."

Harry walks to the terrace door. He pulls his bottom lip between his forefinger and thumb. "She wanted to take a trip. I told her I had things to do, and it wasn't a good time. We had a heated argument last night, which drifted into this morning. It got worse; she said she couldn't do it anymore, was exhausted, and couldn't stay. She packed her bags and left. That's it in a nutshell."

"So you say she packed two suitcases? When was the trip supposed to happen?"

He continues to stare out the glass door. "Next week, Thursday, I think."

Gemma taps the tea mug. "Right, so she's not on the trip. Any idea where she'd go?"

He shakes his head, then shrugs. "Her mum’s, maybe. Since her sisters live far away, she probably wouldn’t visit either of them. She only has one friend she'd trust with something this serious-Julia."

"And have you called Julia?"

"No."

Gemma stands, places the mug on the coffee table, walks over, and rubs Harry's back. “You should call Julia; you don't have to tell her everything; just tell her you and Y/N had an argument, and you're wondering if she's spoken with her. Just checking to make sure she got safely to her destination.”

“But I don’t know her destination.”

“I know. That’s what Julia’s for.”

Harry's shoulders slump, and he drops his head back. "But that's so embarrassin’-can’t even keep track of ‘m own wife.”

"You can choose to find your wife or be stubborn. You always say choices are important, so there you go. Those are your choices."

Harry sighs and pulls his phone out of his pocket.

[meganwritesfanfics]

Take the Heart From My Chest

Jamie Tartt x Reader

Jamie and the Reader's baby is on his way, and both could not be more terrified.

Check out Part 1, Part 2 Part 3 Part 4 Part 5 Part 6

Trigger Warning: Difficult Birth

It had taken only a half an hour before the pair found themselves in hospital, having been ushered into a room as soon as they had arrived. Jamie sat next to Y/N gripping her hand tightly, his leg bouncing ferociously. They were still waiting for someone to come see them, when Jamie’s mom came running into the room. 

“Mum,” Jamie sighed as he ran to her burying himself in her arms. 

“Oh baby,” Georgie cried as she held onto him. “Have the doctors come in yet?” 

            “No, they just put us in a room, i  um… mummy can you… will you stay with Y/N. I need to… I need to call someone.” Jamie said leaving the room. 

            “Jamie,” Both his mother and Y/N called. But his head was already filled with a loud ringing. He couldn’t breathe. He was absolutely terrified and there was only one person he wanted to talk to. As he paced back and forth in the hallway he quickly pulled out his phone. 

“Tartt what the fuck do you…” Roy grumbled

“Y/N she… we were just walking, I was showing her around town and then, he showed up and he… god I should have done more I should have not let him anywhere near here and…” Jamie started rambling. 

“Woah, woah, what the fuck happened.” Roy snapped. 

“I don’t know, the doctors just put us in a room, no one has come to talk to us yet. I…” 

“Doctors, are you at the hospital. Fuck Jamie what the fuck happened.” 

“My dad, he saw us walking and he started in on his normal rant and I just… I just stood there and took it. But Y/N, she stood up to him and he shoved her, and something happened, she was in a lot of pain, but  I don’t know what is going on, and I don’t know if the baby is ok I just… I don’t know and I… I need you here. And I know Y/N needs you here.” 

There was moment of silence. 

“I will be there.” Roy said and Jamie let out a relieved sigh. “Text me with updates.” 

“Yeah, of course!” Jamie said and then the two hung up and Jamie took a moment just to breath before he headed back into the room. His mother was sitting next to Y/N dabbing her forehead with a wet flannel. 

“Where did you go?” Y/N gasped as she saw him come inside. Her eyes were wide with fear and pain. 

“I’m sorry baby, I needed to make a phone call.” Jamie said as he took his place back by her side and grabbed her hand bringing it to his mouth and kissing it. 

It was another 15 minutes before a doctor finally came in to see them. Jamie tried to stay calm as he helped Y/N tell what happened and what was going on, but it became harder when he watched the doctors face fall. 

“Well let me take a look really quick ok, can I have you both help me get her in position.” The doctor responded. 

The whole time Jamie held onto Y/N’s hand tightly. When the doctor finally turned to look at them, Jamie could see the worry in her face.

“It looks like your baby is impatient, he is coming now.” 

“What!” Jamie and Y/N gasped. 

“No that’s, that’s not possible, it’s… it’s too early.” Y/N said and the heart rate monitor she was hooked upto began to spike. 

“Baby,” Jamie said as he tried to sooth her. 

“Now I’m not going to say this isn’t risky, but unfortunately the baby is past the point of where we can stop the labor. We are going to have to proceed, but in order for this to happen safely I am going to need you to stay calm Mrs. Tartt.” The doctor replied. And Y/N blushed but she didn’t correct her. “We need to try to keep your heart rate and the baby’s as steady and normal as possible for as long as we possibly can.” 

“Of course.” Y/N replied. 

“And unfortunately, because this is such a high risk, an epidural would not be advisable either.” 

Y/N mouth opened but no words came out, and Jamie could feel her start to shake. 

“I will be back in an hour or so once labor progresses a bit more, and it seems that your son is an over achiever so I can imagine it will be a quick labor.” The doctor joked trying to lighten the mood in the room. “Feel free to hit the call button if you need anything.” She smiled and then she left. 

The minute the doctor left Y/N lost it. 

“Jamie, I can’t do this, I can’t the pain, it… and what if the baby, oh god what if… nope I’m not doing this, he is just going to have to wait until I am ready.” 

“Y/N, baby, look at me.” Jamie said as he grabbed Y/N face. “Breathe, breathe for me ok, you can do this. Everything will be fine, the baby will be fine.” 

“You don’t know that, you can’t possibly know that I…” 

“Y/N darlin’ did I ever tell you the story of the day Jamie was born.” Georgie started as she brushed some hair out of Y/N’s face. “He was not an easy birth let me tell you, there were so many complication. And there were moments where things got scary, but he turned out perfect.” 

“Thanks mum.” Jamie smiled. 

“I know you are scared, and trust me you have every right to be.” Georgie continued. “But you are so much stronger than you could ever possibly imagine.” 

“And I’m here for ya, every step of the way.” Jamie said. “What ever you need, I will do it” 

“We need to think of names, god we haven’t even picked out a name yet.”

“I didn’t pick Jamie’s name out until he was almost 2 days old. We just called him grandad, he looked like such a wrinkly old man.” 

Jamie’s jaw dropped, and all he could think about was how he had been calling Roy Grandad for years now. 

Y/N giggled as she held onto Jamie’s hand even tighter. 

“We are going to be parents Jamie,” She smiled her body stil shaking, but he could see that she had finally started to calm down. 

“We are going to be the best fucking parents,” Jamie smiled as he leaned down to kiss Y/N forehead. “Apart from you of course mummy.” And Georgie laughed. 

*****

Jamie hated seeing Y/N in pain. Every time she made any noise of a contraction happen or her being uncomfortable in anyway, he woul instantly do whatever he could to help sooth the pain. It had been almost an hour since they had last seen the doctor, but Y/N pain was getting worse, and her body shook so bad she couldn’t even get out of the bed to do any other the pain relief exercises Jamie and her learned for labor. 

“We are not naming out son after a footballer.” Y/N laughed but the laugh quickly turned into a groan as another contraction hit. Jamie had been trying to distract her from the pain by running through baby names with her. All of his ideas included famous football players names. “Jamie,” She cried as she crushed his hand as it held her. 

“Just breathe love,” Georgie tried to encourage as she rubbed Y/N’s back. 

“It hurts,” Y/N cired and Jamie’s heart broke. 

“I know baby, how can I help, what do you need me to do.” He pleaded trying to find some way to ease her pain. 

“I can’t do this Jamie, I can’t.” She sobbed. 

“Oh but baby I know you can. You are the strongest woman I know. And this baby is going to love you so much, and I love you so much. I know you are in pain, and I wish to God that I could take that away, but it won’t be too much longer know and our little Ronaldo will be out in the world.” He smirked and Y/N laughed again. 

“You are the worst.” She said as she sighed the contraction pain lessening. 

“But you love me.” Jamie smiled as he kissed her forehead once more. 

“I love you so much Jamie Tartt.” Y/N said as she shifted so she was sitting more upright. “So very much and I…” She winced in pain again but she had something she needed to say. 

“Baby, what are you doing don’t move if it hurts?” Jamie said concerned. 

“Will you shut up and let me say this.” She smiled. “Jamie Tartt I love you so much and I want nothing more than to spend my life with you. Will you marry me?” 

Jamie’s jaw dropped. 

“Jamie, answer the girl!” Georgie gasped, but Jamie just let go of Y/N hand and ran over to where his jacket was draped over a chair. He returned holding a small box in his hand. 

“I was going to ask you tonight, that’s why I took you to the bridge.” He opened it. The wedding ring was unique in the way the bands twisted, and how the stone was set. Jamie had spent hours stalking Y/N pinterest to find the right ring. 

Y/N gasped. 

“So to answer your question. Yes I will marry you, and will you Y/N Y/L/N marry me?” 

“Of course!” Y/N squealed as she pulled Jamie into her for a long kiss. “You do realize though that that ring is not going fit right now.” 

“I anticipated that so,” He pulled the ring out to revel that it was on a long chain. “I had them add this to it, just until I can properly slip it on your finger.” 

“Oh Jamie.” Y/N said. “Can you help me put it on,” she asked as she leaned forward so Jamie could clasp the necklace around her neck. 

“Oh I’m so happy for you two! I have already considered you my daughter but now it’s official,”  Georgie beamed. 

Suddenly a nurse burst in, “Mr. Tartt, there is, well there is a lot of people demanding to see you and one very angry and scary man who I am afraid may hurt someone.” 

Jamie looked at the nurse confused before he followed her out into the waiting room. 

There he found the entire Richmond team, including Ted, Coach Beard, Rebecca, Higgins, Keeley and Roy. 

The minute Roy made eye contact with him, he shoved the nurses who were trying to hold him back out of the way rushing up to Jamie

“Jamie,” He gasped. 

“I… I’m so scared Roy.” Jamie broke. 

Roy pulled Jamie into his arms and hugged him tightly.

[nalgenewhore]

so maybe if it's all you wanted

elide x lorcan, modern/coworkers/lawyers (prosecution) au, nsfw, word count: 2731

part i of pushed you head over my heels

It doesn’t surprise Elide that she’s not the last one here. Someone is always shuffling around the slightly outdated office; she takes her turn more often than not.

The strap of her bag digs into her shoulder. She shifts it higher, off the softish part, blowing out a puff of air when it just slides back. With her keys in one hand, she shuts her door with the other. 

As she walks down the hallway, she idly hums a song stuck in her head. Elide can’t remember where she heard it last, but it’s been the background track to her whole day. Her eyes flick from one empty office to the next during her exit. 

When she sees his, and the light still on, she stops all of a sudden. She doubts herself for a second, though the notion is gone in a second. 

“Hey, Salvaterre,” she knocks her knuckles against the door jamb, then leans her weight against it. “I thought you’d be gone by now.”

He spent six hours in court today. Elide didn’t even expect seeing him that morning, but he came by to collect one last file box. 

“Uh…” Lorcan looks around his desk. He scrubs his eyes. “Are we the last here?”

She nods. “It’s almost ten,” she supplies. 

They’re coworkers and sort-of-friends. They’ve gone out for frequent week’s end drinks, usually with other colleagues their age. Sometimes they have coffee and talk about cases.

Elide knows the case he’s working now. And she knows he didn’t have a good day in court. 

“Damn.” He sniffs and pushes himself back from his paper-littered desk. “I didn’t realise.”

She catches the way he looks at the pathetic couch. If she doesn’t offer, he will spend the night curled up on that.  “D’you want a ride home?”

He blinks out of surprise this time. Lorcan’s hands brace against the edge of his desk. “Oh, nah, I couldn’t, like, impose…“

“C’mon, man,” she cajoles. “Let me do something nice.” A rough laugh passes from his throat. She must be tired too since the sound makes her stare a little slack-jawed at him and miss his answer. “Uh, hum?”

“I said yeah.” By this point he’s stood up to grab his bag. Lorcan pauses as he puts a bound file in his bag. “Thanks, by the way.”

Elide bobs her head. 

He shuts the lights on his way out. Side by side they make their way to the elevator in silence. 

As they ride down to the parkade, he clears his throat and comments a little awkwardly. “So, you drove?” At her little smirk because the answer is so obvious, he adds, “It’s just- I mean, you usually take the metro, too. I didn’t even know you had a car.”

She grins, “It’s a new thing, actually. I was sick of being stuck in the city on the weekends. I like to get away, y’know?” He nods. “But I think I’ll stick with the metro for my commute.”

He shoves his hands in his pockets, and they’re back to the slightly too quiet elevator. 

In the garage, the click of her heels echoes off cement walls. Elide leads him to her car, a thirty-year SUV she bought second-hand from a nice old woman who hardly drove it but kept it tip-top.  

They’re silent in the car too, both dull-minded and thinking in circles around their own cases. She’s actually thinking about his case, though. She only heard snippets, hasn’t properly talked to him about it. What she’s heard is hard to swallow. 

Elide looks over at him and doesn’t know why he does it. Cases involving kids don’t ever sit right. It’s all he does, day in day out. 

Before she can think about it too much, the drive to his place ends. 

Lorcan cranes his head to look out the window. “Thanks. For the ride.”

“You’re welcome,” she quirks her lips into a smile. She asks when he’s halfway out the door, “Lorcan, are you alright?” 

He looks back at her. Strands of silky hair fall over his brow, into his eyes. “Everyone has bad days in court,” he says. 

“I know,” she replies defensively. “That’s not what I’m saying.”

“I’ll be ok, ‘lide. Nothing’s done yet.” He leaves, and this time Elide doesn’t stop him. 

Tipping her head back, she sighs long into the charged space. Her eyes beg to be shut; if she gives in, she might spend the night here. She knows she should move, but the longer she sits the longer she wants to stay. 

She pats her cheeks to wake up and blinks several times. 

Elide scans the area around her car to pull away, but she realises that Lorcan left his employee ID on the passenger seat. It’ll be a hassle tomorrow if he doesn’t have it; she’ll just run it up to him.

She walks up the short flight upstairs to his front door and knocks, hoping he hasn’t gone to bed yet. She shuffles her weight from foot to foot - the heels are stunning but a not-so-surprising killer. After a bit, she knocks again.

Lorcan speaks from behind opaque glass. “Lochan?” She hears him slide back the chain and unlatch the heavy deadbolt. He looks confused when he opens the door. “Yeah?”

“Hey. You forgot this,” she holds out his ID.

He realises dully and opens the door wider to free a hand from the doorknob. A bottle of dark liquor glints from the streetlight. Elide’s brows arch a bit. He notices as he takes the card. “What?”

“Nothing, I just…” she shrugs. “Nothing.”

A tired and resentful look harshens his features. “I can’t have a drink after my day?”

“When did I say that?”

He sips right from the bottle; it’s antagonistic, defiant. She lets her eyes wander to his loosened tie and unbuttoned collar. When she looks lower, his belt is undone and feet bare. If he notices her ogling, he doesn’t mention it. He says something that surprises her. “D’you want one?”

“One what?”

“A drink. I don’t really like drinking alone,” he says.

She agrees readily. The moment he stands back to let her in and her foot passes the threshold, something irrevocable between them shifts. 

Her shoulders start to ease when she slips off her heels. Even with the extra three inches, next to Lorcan she only just reaches above his pectoral muscles. The difference becomes comical. Elide follows him through the living room to his kitchen island. 

He has minimal decor and everything is in dark natural tones. It’s neat, but lived-in. 

Lorcan pours them a couple fingers each in matching glasses. Elide doesn’t drink at first, just looks at the amber liquid. 

He watches her with heavy-lidded eyes and through thick lashes. 

Again, they fall into a silent lull. They exchange glances that are meaning-laden but don’t give away what is meant. 

She thinks she can tell, though, and before today, it’s not something that has crossed her mind. Maybe a passing fancy, never a thought she lingered on. A drunken lapse of judgement in her empty bed all alone with nothing but her mind and a skilled touch.

When their glasses are empty, he pours some more. 

He’s had enough to loosen his tongue. “’lide.”

“Mm?”

“What do you want?”

Elide flicks her eyes back to him and in her difficult manner echoes, “What do you want?”

Lorcan rolls his head to stretch out his neck; he lets it hang low. “I want to shut my brain off. I want to be distracted.” His gaze pins her where she sits. “I want a fuck.” The blunt words convey confidence like there isn’t a risk, but isn’t there?

“I can be that,” she answers. 

“Can you?” A challenge.

“Do you think you’re the only one who wants a distraction?”

He puts his glass down. 

Her heartbeat ticks up with every step he makes that brings him closer to her. She’s forced to turn on the stool to face him, her head tilted up. Lorcan puts himself in her space, whatever distance that existed before like a half-eroded dream.

Elide’s swallow is the only outward expression of any nerves. 

She melts a bit when his hands cup her neck. Due to their size, his fingers creep into her loose hair and his thumbs bracket her jaw.

The touch emboldens her to touch him back, her fingers grazing up his abs before pressing against them. 

He leans down, and at first his kiss is curious. It’s choppy because they don’t know how. She runs her hand up to his neck, insists him closer. Initial awkwardness gives way for a slow and thoughtful embrace. 

Lorcan sucks on her bottom lip. Before ten minutes ago, it never drove him crazy. He leans her back against the island. She responds by grabbing his collar and tugging again, but there’s no more space.

With a soft impatient mutter, he drops his hands to her waist so he can hoist her onto the surface. Lorcan pushes the stool out of the way; the loud clatter it makes goes unheard by them both. 

Elide lets him split her legs apart, the tight material of her skirt wrenching up her thighs. 

She slides the tip of her pink tongue over his mouth. His lips part on an exhale, and his tongue meets hers. A moan slips from her; the next thing she feels is the hard wood against her back, a hand cushioning her skull. It’s an oddly sweet gesture.

Elide wrestles with the knot of his tie till it comes free. The scrap of silk falls to the floor. She runs a hand down his shirt, popping buttons along the way. Lorcan sighs against her mouth.

Something blooms in her belly, something like heat and need. It urges movement, tilts her hips against the front of his slacks. 

He’s half-hard already.

Lorcan turns his head the other way. They part long enough for her to bite his full lower lip and whisper, “So soon?”

“Shut up,” he whispers with no venom. A hand slips between them, yanking her cashmere tank out of her skirt.

Elide hooks one leg around him as he slips free each little button. She shudders when his fingers push open the shirt and touch her soft skin. They tease, like she did at first, travelling up to her chest. Her next sound gets muffled by his mouth. His hand grasps one breast, thumb finding its peak through immodest black lace mesh. 

“Fuck,” he breathes. Lorcan pulls a way, a string of saliva connecting their lips, to mark needy, biting kisses down her jaw. 

Her throat bobs, it’s a swallow as he continues the pattern down her neck. “Your fuckin’ body…” 

She laughs into the air, delirious. His mouth replaces his hand, teeth dragging the soft cups of her bra down. Elide lets out some garbled noise, squirming to push against his erection.

He yanks her down against his pelvis so she can feel all she wants. The breath she lets out shudders, wanting him everywhere. Electricity zaps her nerve endings.

“’lide,” he whispers. “D’you want me to fuck you?”

“Yeah, I want you. You want me, right?”

Lorcan nods. “Mmm, I want you.” He forces her skirt higher up so he can reach between her thighs. Even with the barrier of her panties, he feels how soaked he is. He looks down, mouth watering at the sight of light purple turned dark by her slick.

While he’s looking his fill, her hands move to his slacks. He bats them away and undoes her pout with a kiss. Lorcan frees himself, devoted to ridding them of the least amount of clothing possible.

She sucks his tongue as he slides her panties aside. He groans at the feeling of silky wet flesh, his fingers almost instantaneously covered. Next time, he thinks, he’ll get on his knees for her. 

Her hand pushes into his briefs to grasp his dick, pumping her hand as deeply as the space lets her. Elide twists her wrist, murmuring for him to get on with it. 

“Condom?” he suggests.

“Shit,” she puts her head back. “Um- well, I have an IUD. And I’m clean.”

“Me too. But I’ll get—“

She cuts him off. “I trust you.” They both use honesty like a currency. “Mean it.”

Lorcan lifts his head. The hand that played with her dislodges hers so he can pull his cock out. She fights to keep her eyes open; he slowly slides the head up and down her slit. He teases her, notching himself in her cunt. He gives it to her slowly and doesn’t know what to look at - the way her eyes roll back or the way her body opens for him.

Elide sinks her teeth into her bottom lip. She nods when he drags his hips back. Slow, at first. Lorcan watches her from above until he can’t stand how she looks. He’s discovered a new truth about the world in her, so he bows his forehead against her chest.

She moans and sighs his name.

“’lide,” he groans. Dizzy desire adds a rough edge that makes her centre throb.

Her manicured nails cut crescents into the muscle of his back. He relishes the sting they make, the lines etched into his flesh. Elide can’t believe how hot his skin is, like it’s heated. She can’t believe how full she is- that makes her giggle again because only a cock like that to go along with his size.

She rocks her hips up into his thrusts. It won’t be much longer now till she cums. Lorcan’s hand grasps her tit again, fingers trapping nipple as his teeth and tongue  return to the previously neglected peak. Elide arches her back into him, wanting more more more. 

They begin to fall at the same moment. He hits it deeper now, his pace less patterned. She pushes herself into more of him. Whatever he has to give her she’ll take. His hand leaves her chest; it finds its way to her ass and grabs tightly, yanking her tight against him so he can grind into her.

“Yes,” she hisses through her teeth. 

Her climax is there floating before her. Elide holds the back of his neck.

She’s almost silent when she cums; she’s holding her breath. It crashes into her almost by surprise, and her cunt pulses around him. She must say something when air rushes back into her lungs, but all she feels is Lorcan’s lips on her shoulder. He’s waiting to catch her after the fall. “Yeah, that’s it,” he slurs, “got you, ’lide.”

Elide cries out at the overstimulating sensation as he chases his own finish. He cums after a burst of short, hard thrusts, sweaty brow pushed into her neck. His deep groan vibrates out of his chest and against hers.

When it subsides, his arms almost give out. Lorcan braces his weight off of her, cock still throbbing inside her. 

They don’t kiss anymore, not even when they eventually part. Some of his spend drips out of her before he fixes her panties. He staggers back from her prone form and the island, his movements sluggish. 

“You good?”

She licks her lips. “Yeah. You?”

“Mm-hmm.”

No time is wasted after that. Elide stands herself up. She straightens out her shirt and skirt while he fills two glasses with water.

For being a person whose cum is still cooling inside her, it’s remarkable how distant she feels from him. She supposes it’s not the same emotion as before, but a hook-up has never felt so clinical to her, so efficient.

“It’s late,” she says, breaking the silence. She puts her empty cup on the counter.

“I’ll walk you out.”

There’s no closeness as he escorts her back the way she came. Elide puts her hand against the wall for support to slip her heels back on. If she were a bit more tired, she probably wouldn’t care about the short walk to her car.

She grimaces a bit as she stands up in her heels.

He notices it. “You good?”

“Heels.”

“Oh. Right.”

Elide flashes him a close-lipped smile. She reaches for the door, and just as it’s open, he stops her. “Elide. Thank you.”

She looks back at him. There’s only one thing he’s talking about. “You’re welcome, Lorcan.”

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an: so this is tentatively part i of a series i'll be calling "pushed you head over my heels" (title from solange's "lovers in the parking lot" and part i title from solange's "some things never seem to fucking work" - both songs from her 2011 album "true"). also i did lie in my last author's note saying that that fic would be my last modern au for a while....OOPS. anyway i have lots of ideas for this series and a solid plot too! theres drama, theres love, theres wounding denial + maybe some heartbreak. but when does it ever not work out?

tag list: @sassyhobbits @empress-ofbloodshed @celestialend @the-regal-warrior @shyvioletcat @icecream52 @elentiyawhitethorn @goddess-aelin @julemmaes @sunshinebingo (lmk if u want to be added/removed!)

[lovetaroandtaemin]

Doing This Again!

Bang Chan x Reader

Word count: 3,081 This is part 2 to "Start of Something New?" Part 1 can be found here. There will be a part 3! I ended up splitting it again because I had a bunch of new ideas for what to incorporate and this part got a little bit long. If you would like to be tagged in part 3 comment or dm me with the name that you want tagged. This fic is not beta read. Feedback is appreciated!

This fic includes NSFW themes! Minors DNI!

Warnings: ANGST! Almost cheating, Mentions of previous sexual activity, alcohol consumption. If you think I missed any warnings let me know! Fic is under the cut.

The next morning, you and Chan went to your favorite café for breakfast. You were filled with dread, because you had no idea how the conversation that you two needed to have would go. Chan, on the other hand, could barely contain his excitement and had incredibly high hopes. It might have just been a café date, but this was his chance to show you that he could be better and love you the way you deserved. Both of you ordered your usual drinks and found a place to sit.

“Should we wait for our coffee before we start talking about what happened last night?” you asked, hoping that Chan couldn’t sense your worry.

“We probably should. If the conversation gets interrupted, we might not say what needs to be said.”

“Yeah, exactly.”

“Are you ok, (Y/N)? You seem nervous.”

“I’m ok, Channie. I always get a little worried when big conversations like this happen, but I know it needs to.”

“Whatever happens, I’m really happy that I got to see you yesterday, and that I got to hold you one more time. Even if I never get to again.”

His words made your heart melt. Before the events of the night before, you had thought that you were the only one missing your relationship with Chan. Now you knew with absolute certainty that he had missed you just as much. You really wanted to try again, but you weren’t sure that your heart could take it if the two of you split up again.

“I’m sorry, (Y/N). I didn’t mean to make you uncomfortable. Are you ok?”

“Oh no, I wasn’t uncomfortable,” you quickly replied. “I was just thinking about some things.”

“What things?”

Before you could answer, the barista that had taken your order called your names. You walked in silence to get your drinks, both of you preparing yourselves for the conversation that couldn’t be put off any longer. Chan was the first to speak, asking you what specific things you wanted to address.

“Well, I’d really like to know what happened with Ryujin.”

“Nothing happened between me and her. She tried to come onto me, but I told her that I wasn’t interested. The messages saying ‘I love you’ were all sent by her, and she was the one that said that she knew I would rather be with her. But I told her immediately that it was bullshit and that the only person I wanted was you. I even went through my messages and found the conversation so I could show you that I never did anything with her.”

“Show me.”

He quickly agreed, opened his messaging app, and handed the phone to you. You read all of the messages, and everything that he said was true. You started to feel terrible for thinking that Chan would ever cheat on you. It was embarrassing to look back on how you acted when Ryujin had come to you and told you that Chan had been flirting with her. She had been one of your closest friends at the time, so you had no reason to doubt her. But Chan had never given you a reason to doubt him before that moment either.

“I’m sorry, Channie. I should have believed you.”

“Hey, don’t apologize. I know it’s hard to not believe your friend when something like that happens. I just needed you to know that I never would have done something like that to you. I loved you. I still love you.” The last part was said quietly, but you still heard it loud and clear. Truth be told, you still loved him too.

“I love you too, Channie. What did you wanna address today?”

“Well, I wanna know what you want us to be. I don’t think it needs to be said how much we’ve missed each other, but I need to know what you want going forward.”

“Well, what do you want going forward?”

“I’d really like you to answer that first. I know what I want, but I don’t want my answer to affect yours.”

“Ok. I want us to be together again, but I’m really worried about losing you for good this time. I don’t know if I could handle losing you again.”

Chan sighed and said “Then why don’t we keep things casual for now? I would love for us to go back to how things were, but I don’t want to make you worry about getting hurt again.”

“I think that’s a good starting point. No long-term commitment, no chances of getting hurt.”

“So, I guess that’s settled,” he said with a smile. God, you loved his smile. From the moment you met him his smile made you feel warm and happy.

“Would it be ok to talk about what happened last night?”

“I was hoping we could.”

“I don’t want you to think that sex is the only thing that I want. I want an emotional connection with you, not just a physical one.”

“I never thought that. I think that last night was just the result of a lot of emotions and repressed desires.”

“Probably.”

“Before we talk about anything else, I really just wanna say that I’m sorry. I know that I messed up. The guys have been helping me spend less time in the studio, and Minho has refused to let me go alone. I know that was one of the reasons you left. I promise you that this time I’ll be a better partner to you.”

“I also need to apologize. I wasn’t exactly the best either. I’ve been working through my jealousy problems and trust issues in therapy, and I understand that sometimes you have to prioritize your job. I promise you that I’ll treat you better.”

The two of you sat in a comfortable silence after that, finishing your coffees and processing what had been said. You knew you loved Chan, and you had hope that this time the two of you could make it work. Chan, however, was more hesitant this time. He was terrified of hurting you again, though you would have never known it because he didn’t stop smiling once the two of you agreed to start over. While he was nervous, he was also overjoyed that he could finally call you his again.

Once the two of you were back at the dorm, you knocked on Felix’s door and asked to talk to him. He opened the door and let you in immediately. You pulled him into a tight hug and said that you had news to share.

“What is it? Are you ok? Did something bad happen between you and Chan? Everyone heard you arguing in the kitchen during the movie last night.”

“Well, I wouldn’t say something bad happened between us.”

“What does that mean?” Felix asked, his voice now laced with concern.

“We decided to try again.”

Your best friend was silent for a few moments, and then said “(Y/N), are you really sure that’s a good idea? I remember how miserable you were towards the end of the relationship. I remember how much of a wreck you were after it ended.”

“Honestly, I think that it’s worth the risk. We agreed to keep it casual, and both of us are really trying to be better.”

“Are you sure that Chan is trying?”

“I can only hope that he is. Let me be optimistic just this once. Please?”

“Ok. As long as you’re happy, I’m happy. Just know that if you need anything I’m here.”

“Thank you, Lixie.”

This time he was the one that hugged you. You appreciated his concern for you, but you really wanted to prove him wrong this time. Chan loved you, and you loved him. That had to be enough to make trying again worth it. It had to be enough for you to be able to change what had gone wrong the first time.

Your conversation with Felix had left you a little bit uneasy, so you quickly made your way to Chan’s room. He instantly noticed that something was wrong and asked if you were ok. You told him about what Felix had said and your own concerns that your relationship would go poorly again. His expression changed, and it seemed like he was hiding something. You gently pressed him to tell you what was wrong, and he admitted that he was also worried. “I’m terrified of hurting you again,” he said.

“I know the feeling. I’m worried that I won’t be able to move past my own issues this time,” you replied.

Chan knew that he couldn’t make these feelings go away for either of you. So, he didn’t try to tell you that everything would be ok. Instead, he gave you a tight hug and whispered, “The best thing we can do is try. And I promise you that I will try.” He placed a gentle kiss on your forehead as you relaxed into his hold.

Your quiet moment was interrupted by Changbin loudly knocking on Chan’s door, asking if he wanted to join him and Jisung for an impromptu studio session. He opened the door and politely declined, explaining that he wanted to spend some time with you. Changbin looked at you with poorly hidden shock as he processed what that meant. You gave him a small smile in return and said that you hoped the session went well. Chan said that he would come to the studio later and kissed your cheek as he closed his door.

Before going to the studio, Changbin sprinted to Felix’s room and knocked. When he opened the door, Changbin whispered something that Felix couldn’t quite make out. He asked Changbin to come in and repeat what he said. The second Felix’s door was shut Changbin said, “I think that (Y/N) and Chan are back together.”

“Oh, yeah they are,” Felix replied, “(Y/N) told me a little bit ago that they were gonna try again, but that they’re keeping it casual for now.”

“Chan turned down going to the studio to spend time with (Y/N). Does that sound casual to you?”

This time it was Felix’s turn to be surprised. Chan never turned down a studio session. Maybe this time he was really trying. Felix was still skeptical, but it gave him a small amount of hope to hear that. “Maybe he is doing things differently,” Felix mumbled, mostly to himself.

“I’m actually really happy that they’re back together,” Jisung interrupted. “Bin, are we still going?”

“Yeah, sorry. Just wanted to ask Felix what was going on since he knows (Y/N) better than I do.”

Jisung and Changbin quickly left for the studio, leaving Felix alone with his thoughts. He wondered if Chan had really turned down working for you and thought about what that meant. Maybe you were right. Maybe Chan had changed, and maybe that meant that this time your relationship would be better.

While Changbin had been with Felix trying to find out what happened, you and Chan had decided to watch a movie and cuddle in his bed. The movie was a little bit boring to you, but you didn’t say anything. You were just grateful to have this time together. His arms around you felt like home, and every time he laughed at the movie it was music to your ears. About halfway through the movie, you fell asleep. Once Chan noticed he kissed your head and held you until you woke up, thrilled to be back with the person he loved.

When you woke up an hour or so later, Chan drove you back to your apartment and thanked you for spending time with him and giving him another chance. You hugged him and thanked him for his patience during your earlier conversation. Then the two of you shared a sweet, loving kiss before parting ways. On his drive home, he thought about ways that he could really show you that he appreciated you giving him another chance.

One of the things that he did was schedule a date night with you about a month after you two got back together. The plan was to go to your favorite upscale restaurant. Then, the two of you would go back to the dorm for a bit of quality time before he went back to Australia for a few weeks to visit his family. At least, that’s what you thought was going to happen.

You were wearing Chan’s favorite dress. It was a red, floor-length evening gown with a plunging neckline and a high slit. He went crazy every time you wore it, and you loved having that effect on him. As for makeup, you went with something simple yet elegant, fitting for the restaurant you were going to. Your makeup was almost done when you got a text from him. It said “Going to the studio with the guys to do some last-minute tweaks on a new track. sorry, I promise I’ll be there as soon as I can. I love you.” The message made you wanna throw your phone across the room, but you decided to wait. You had hoped that you would hear from him again in a few minutes, telling you that he was finished or that he had changed his mind.

After 2 hours you had heard nothing, which you had to admit you expected. While your relationship with Chan felt basically perfect up to this point, deep down you knew that something like this would happen at some point. Since you didn’t want to spend the night being sad by yourself, you decided to call Felix. After a few rings, he picked up and said, “Hey, (Y/N)! Is everything ok?”

“Not really. Chan and I had a date planned for tonight, but he went to the studio instead. I called to ask if you wanted to go out or something, since he stood me up.”

“Yeah, of course. We could go to the new club that just opened up across town.”

“That sounds fun. I’ll meet you there?”

“Sounds great. Bye, (Y/N).”

“Bye, Lixie.” You hung up the phone and started to get ready again. The club you were going to was much less formal than the restaurant you had originally planned to go to tonight. So, you changed into a different dress that you knew would draw some attention. It was bright purple, with a short skirt and an obscene amount of glitter. You knew it wasn’t right, but you wanted someone to see you and at least tell you that you looked good. Once you were dressed, you quickly re-did your makeup to look a little bit flashier, then left to meet Felix.

When you got to the club, you immediately hugged Felix and thanked him for coming out with you. He apologized, saying that he was hoping that Chan would be different this time. He smiled and pulled you into the club. You were nervous about being there, but those nerves quickly faded as you heard your favorite song playing. The dance floor seemed so inviting, so you made your way there as Felix ordered his first drink of the night.

As you danced, you completely lost yourself in the music. That’s probably why you missed the multiple calls and texts from Chan. He felt terrible about losing track of time in the studio. A few minutes after you got to the club he tried to call you to apologize and to let you know that he would be on his way soon. When you didn’t answer, he texted Felix to see if you were ok.

At this point Felix was already incredibly drunk, so when he told Chan what happened he wasn’t exactly kind. He made sure that Chan knew how much standing you up had hurt you, and that he genuinely thought that Chan would treat you differently this time. Chan texted you one more time to apologize, and then he went back to the studio. He tried to get a little bit more work done to take his mind off of things, but the guilt eating away at him forbade it.

You didn’t see the texts from Chan right away either. You were too busy dancing with an extremely attractive guy that made you forget about your pain for a little while. He had told you that his name was Hongjoong, and that he was only in town for a few days. The realization that he didn’t live nearby filled you with a sudden confidence that frankly took you by surprise. After that you flirted with him shamelessly, reveling in the attention he gave you and the knowledge that you most likely wouldn’t see him again.

Hongjoong flashed you a smile and asked if you wanted to go back to his hotel room. For a brief moment you considered saying yes. Then you thought about how badly you had wanted to make things work with Chan, and the guilt started to settle in. You politely declined Hongjoong’s invitation and went to find Felix.

When you found him, he was sitting at the bar and flirting with the bartender. You quietly informed him that you were ready to leave and went outside for a little bit of fresh air before returning home. Felix joined you a few minutes later, saying that he was tired and also wanted to leave. He asked if you were ok, and you quickly nodded. It was obvious that you weren’t ok, but he knew that you would tell him what happened whenever you were ready.

You told him that you were ready to leave and hugged him. You offered to drive him home, but he told you that he would take a taxi. The two of you agreed to text each other when you were home and parted ways.

When you arrived home, you opened your phone to text Felix. Before you could, however, you saw the missed calls and texts from Chan. He hadn’t left a voicemail any of the times that he called, but his texts were all apologies for losing track of time. He swore to make it up to you when he returned home from Australia, and once again guilt started to destroy you. Had you really almost thrown away your entire relationship for a little bit of attention from a hot guy? The realization made you start sobbing as you processed what you almost did to Chan.

Thank you so much for reading! I'd love to hear what you guys think of this one. My next post will probably be chapter 5 of my Shotaro fic. Stay tuned! And as always, feedback is greatly appreciated!

[findingnemosworld]

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𝐭𝐫𝐢𝐠𝐠𝐞𝐫 𝐰𝐚𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠: 𝐩*𝐫𝐧 𝐰𝐢𝐭𝐡 𝐚 𝐬𝐩𝐫𝐢𝐧𝐤𝐥𝐞 𝐨𝐟 𝐟𝐥𝐮𝐟𝐟

𝐚𝐮𝐭𝐡𝐨𝐫'𝐬 𝐧𝐨𝐭𝐞: 𝐢 𝐠𝐨𝐭 𝐧𝐨𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐭𝐨 𝐬𝐚𝐲 𝐨𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐫 𝐭𝐡𝐚𝐧 𝐞𝐧𝐣𝐨𝐲.

The sunlight which crept through the curtains had woken him up quite early on what is his day off, with half open eyes he reaches for her only to be met with nothing, confused he opens his eyes more to find that her side of the bed was empty which sent him on a frenzy, as far as he knew she wasn’t meant to be working today, he sits up then leaves the bed as well as their room in search of her.

He peeks through the majority of rooms, finding nothing until a camera shutter from the living room alerted him of where she was, sleepily he walks into the spacious area to find her lounging on the couch with a camera in hand, a brand new camera, without much of a word he settles next to her; presses a kiss to the curvature of her neck, " Now why did you leave me in bed all alone hm? "

A giggle erupts her lips followed by an amused look. " I didn’t know you were clingy " she said with a jocular tone.

He rolled his eyes at her, recalling one of their many conversations in which she had pointed out that he was ‘clingy’ whenever the pair spent time together, be it alone or with friends and family; he either had her caged in his embrace, or found any and all excuses to have his hands on her. " Can you blame me? " he whispers, his digits trailing imaginary shapes across the length of her arm, " I’m blessed with the sexiest photographer in the world as my girlfriend, if it were up to me, I wouldn’t have you leaving the bed at all, fuck those models I’ll be your only muse "

The phrasing seemed to have ignited a mischievous glint in her eyes, " My only muse you say? " she said with a soft tone.

He recognized the look in her eyes, " Anything you want, I’m here "

She grows silent, leaning her head against his shoulder, she asked. " Have you ever done a nude photoshoot? "

The inquiry elicited a hearty laugh, he tilted his heas; pressing a soft kiss to her forehead before replying, " I can’t say I have, but if you’re offering " he trailed off with a playful tone. " I wouldn’t be against it "

She retorts with a playful tone, " You wouldn’t be against the whole world getting a first look at your cock? "

He smirks then whispers, " Are you going to leak the photos? "

" I might … " She grins then leans in, " So? "

He grows silent for a moment before responding, " I’ll do it "

Her face lights up as she leans in to plant a soft kiss on his lips. " You’re the best "

He smiles softly, " Come on, let’s head to the bedroom "

The pair walk together in a tension filled silence, once they walked in; he undressed entirely, then climbed on top of the bed looking at her, " Now what? "

" Now? " She said with a shaky breath, " You just relax and let me take charge "

To say the air was tense would be an understatement, she barely could contain her composure as she snapped a few photos before muttering a soft, " Perfect "

Sergio on the other hand, knew what he was doing to her; he thrived on it, " Are you ok amor? " he asked with a teasing tone.

" Yeah " She responds, a little too quickly.

He chuckles at her reaction, " Amor, come here "

She walks up to the side of the bed, he reaches over to grab her hand. " Let’s make a film, our private film "

Her eyes widened, " a film? like a … "

" Exactly! " He smirks, " Set up the camera for me; strip, climb on top of the bed and ride my cock like the good girl you are "

She bites her lip in hesitance before boldly nodding, " Ok " she walks up the vanity table, setting the camera in place then, she undressed then pressed the record button, she walked up to the bed and climbed on top, settling herself on top of his lap. " Now what? "

His hand rests idly on her hip while the other caresses her breasts, " Settle in comfortably, let me sink my cock in that warm pussy of yours "

She whimpers in response, " Sergio "

He sinks his cock deep into her pussy, the pair gasping in unison, he sits up then pulls her into his embrace, their lips colliding in a heated kiss. " Amor " he whispers against her lips, pecking them softly before adding. " Tell me, do you feel it? do you feel my cock deep inside your warm pussy? "

She nods slowly, inhaling a sharp breath upon feeling his hips grind against hers. " Yes " she whispers.

" Think you can be a good girl, and bounce on my cock " He whispers, his lips trailing soft kisses against the base of her throat. " Please amor, want to see you bounce up and down " he murmurs.

She throws her head back, releasing labored breaths through her trembling lips. " Fuck "

She composed herself, exchanging heated kisses; then she sets a leisure pace, gently moving up and down while he gripped her waist tightly, her trembling lips were parted releasing the softest sounds that spurred him on, " Oh my ... feels so good " she whispers.

" Such a good girl " His thumb caresses her clit, eliciting louder moans from her, " Or maybe, you're a slut ... aren't you? " he grunts upon feeling her slick walls clench around his cock, " You're such a slut, riding this cock like your life depends on it "

She whines, " Sergio, I ... Oh my god " she gaps, throwing her head back. " Fuck, do that again "

" What, this? " He thrusts up, eliciting a gasp from her, she wraps an around him while he nuzzled his face in her neck. " My perfect cock loving slut " he murmurs, alternating between nibbling and kissing the skin.

She moans, " Please "

" Please what amor, use your words " He cooed, " Tell me what you need "

" Need your fingers " She whispers in his ear.

He smirks, " I'm glad you asked "

His thumb was soon joined in by his index digit, rubbing circular shapes while she whimpered and withered in pure ecstasy, " You're going to cum, aren't you? " he whispers.

She nods, " Yeah ... "

His ministrations had grown rapid, whilst his lips found her own, their tongues colliding in a heated battle eliciting sounds from either of them, " Fuck amor, you're squeezing my cock "

" Sergio " She moans, " Please, don't stop "

" I'm not stopping anytime soon " He whispers, resting his forehead on hers. " Your pussy is mine " his hand reached up to wrap around her throat, " Tell me amor, who's fucking this pussy so well hm? "

" You " She said through strangled breaths, " Fuck "

" Scream it amor, who's ... " He thrusted, " fucking " he thrusted once again, " is fucking " he thrusted then kissed her deeply, " this pussy? "

" YOU SERGIO, FUCK ... ONLY YOU "

Just then, the knot in her lower abdomen exploded; her arousal seeped through drenching his cock before she was enveloped with the warm sensation of his own arousal, eliciting a soft 'Fuck' from her lips, he then tugged her towards him, his hand resting on her back while the other rested on the side of her neck, their lips lazily moving against one another before he murmured, " I love you "

She smiled, " I love you too "

He pulled out, electing a whine from her at the loss of warmth and a chuckle from him, he went over to fetch the camera then he returned to bed, " While this wasn't our best work, I think we can try further "

She giggled, " Are you considering a career out of this? "

" I mean why not? " He joked, " I'm handsome, you're fucking gorgeous "

" You idiot, this ... is just, two people that love each other and having fun, though I admit, this will be fun to watch again, and again and again when you're away for matches " She smirks.

He bites his lips, " You better record every minute of you fucking that pussy while I'm gone "

She pecked his lips, " You got it "

[themultifandomgal]

From 2010- Tour Break

2013

Part 32

20th August

“Harry will you just talk to me?” I ask stood in our kitchen. I came home 4 days ago and Harry has barley said a word to me. He’s facing away from me hovering over the sink “Harry!” I shout at him feeling irritated that’s he’s ignoring me. I see his back muscles tense before turning around

“What is there to talk about?” Harry brushes past me and walks into the living room

“Maybe the reason your upset with me?”

“I’m fine”

“No your not. Your pissed at me and I don’t know why. Even the fans noticed during our concert. So tell me. Why are you angry with me? What have I done?” I sadly say feeling really confused

“Nothing” he sighs “you’ve not done anything, but I just can’t watch you and him together. He’s not right for you”

“Him? You mean Liam” i scoff crossing my arms over my chest “ and how would you know that he’s not right for me?”

“Because I know you YN. At this point I probably know you better than you know yourself!” Harry storms over to me. I drop my arms and take a deep breath. I can smell his aftershave on his skin “because I can’t see you get hurt” he softly says now standing in front of me “I’m scared that when he breaks your heart you’ll spiral”

“I love that you care for me H but this isn’t your life, it’s mine”

“I know” he sighs looking into my eyes. His right hand then cups my cheek “I just… i…” he sighs then starts leaning in, he looks like he’s about to kiss me, but I pull away making a little bit of space between us “sorry”

“We can’t. Taylor and Liam”

“Taylor’s was just a publicity stunt. You know that and anyway we ‘split up’ at the beginning of the year”

“What about Kendal? You’ve been seeing her recently”

“She’s another publicity stunt YN I promise you”

“She may be, but Liam isn’t. Even if I were to say let’s give us a go the media would catch on then you’d be a cheat and I’d be a home wrecker. I’m sorry Harry, you’ve made it clear that you don’t like him, but I do and I really want to make it work between Liam and I”

“I’m sorry” he lowers his head before pulling me into a hug “I’ll always be here for you, you know that?”

“I know. Thank you” we stand there hugging one another, swaying side to side. I feel conflicted, being here in Harry’s arms I feel at ease, safe, like this is home, but with Liam I get the butterflies in my stomach. He makes me nervous. Breaking the silence Harry and I hear Louis shouting from upstairs

“Finally! you’ve made up”

“We were never fighting” Harry replies to Louis walking down the stairs

“It bloody felt like you were. Hated seeing you two barley even say one word to each other. Even poor Cookie could tell something was up”

“Speaking of Cookie I better take her for a walk”

“I’ll come with you” Louis quickly says making me frown

“You wanna come walk Cookie with me?” Louis never comes to walk Cookie with me

“Yes”

“Ok then” I reply taking Cookies lead and harness making her go crazy

“Wanna order Chinese tonight?” Harry asks

“Sure” I give him a smile, get Cookie ready and leave the house with Louis.

We walk in silence until I finally say

“You gonna tell me the real reason why you wanted to join me on a walk?”

“You gonna tell me why you dodged Harry’s kiss” I stop dead in my tracks. I can feel all the colour drain from my face

“You… you saw…”

“Come on YN it’s been obvious from day one that you’ve both had feelings for each other”

“I don’t know what your talking about” I start walking quickly again

“I know what your doing” Louis jogs up to catch up to me

“And what might that be”

“You started dating Liam because you know if he breaks up with you it won’t hurt as much as it would if it was Harry, but I can tell you know he’s crazy about you”

“That’s not, no thats, your wrong” I stutter feeling all kinds of mixed emotions

“Are you sure about that? Just like Harry knows you, so do I. I know you little ways and you have feelings for Harry”

“We can’t” I softly say “there’s to many factors at play. 1 the band 2 Liam 3 Taylor”

“Wrong time, right person. You’ll see” Louis says putting an arm around my shoulders, giving me a little squeeze. Once again we walk in silence. Leaving me to think.

17th September

I arrive in Melbourne Australia. Liam invited me here since 1 he wants me to meet his parents and 2 it’s like a mini holiday before I have to travel to Adelaide ready to restart tour again. Do I feel like Liam and I are moving a bit quick? Sure, but at the same time if I don’t meet them now who knows when I’ll next be in Australia.

“Don’t stress they will love you” Liam says taking my hand at the airport

“Liam cameras” I say looking around and instantly seeing paparazzi

“They’re going to figure out about us sooner or later”

“I know but Liam we’ve only been dating officially for a month. You and Miley only broke up like 3 months ago.

“Everything’s fine” giving in since I know there’s no point in arguing and follow Liams lead and we walk passed security then into a car that’s waiting for us outside.

[bitbybitwrites]

OK . . am a day late . . . but not much has been done around here, bc I was struggling to finish the latest chapter of Puppy Love. (my RWRB WIP).

But here's what I got for you - snippets from a couple of ficlet fridays I'm working on (one RWRB, one Klaine) that are going to really be a wee bit longer than what I share here and a snippet of the next chapter of my Klaine WIP - If I Can Make Your Heart My Home . . all under the cut.

Also, by the way, many thanks to the following folks who tagged me for this and six/several/seven sentence sunday these past few weeks - you are all awesome!:

@alasse9 @daisyishedwig @onthewaytosomewhere, @thesleepyskipper @forabeatofadrum

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@annepi-blog @duchessdepolignaca03 @softboynick @thinkof-england

And if I forgot anyone I'm sorry!

1.) From If I Can Make Your Heart My Home (Klaine fic)

“Yes, Bradford. I’m curious as well.   What are you doing here?” Four heads whipped around quickly to focus on Lillian, her face inscrutable, watching them all from a few feet away. Bradford Anderson stepped through the doorway, forcing Cooper to back away reluctantly and frowning as he did so.  Cooper sidled closer to Blaine who had a similar expression on his face. Bradford leaned down to kiss Lillian on the cheek.  “Aren’t I allowed to come see my own mother - or even my sons?” Lillian’s mouth pursed as she debated her reply.  “I did think you and Pamela were spending the holiday season in south of France this year. You can’t blame me for being surprised at this impromptu visit.” Bradford shrugged as he removed his wool overcoat and held it out wordlessly towards his sons.  Blaine tentatively took it from his father.  Cooper quickly tore it from Blaine’s hands and tossed it unceremoniously into a nearby chair. “Yes, well, what a lovely day for a family reunion,” Cooper said tightly.  “But we were just sitting down with Nan for dinner . . ." “Wonderful,” Bradford said, cutting Cooper off from the rest of his thought.  “I think I’ll join you.”   And in a display of sheer self-centered obliviousness, Bradford Anderson waltzed out of the foyer and into the direction of the dining room, ignoring the rest of the party gaping at him as he walked by. For a few moments the four remaining in the hallways just stood in silence, unsure exactly what had happened before them. Kurt knew this was bad.  Very, very bad. He knew the last person on earth Blaine would have wanted to see right now, besides maybe Kurt, was his father. ‘Perhaps . . .I should go?”  Kurt suggested meekly. “I don’t want to interfere with any. . . um, family affairs . . .” he whispered.  Lilian sighed deeply as she closed her eyes, pinching the bridge of her nose in an apparent sign of frustration with her own flesh and blood. “No, Kurt, please stay." she said. "You’ve been kind enough to cook for us and before our surprise guest made his appearance, I was going to ask you to join us.  I had just wanted to check with Blaine first. Blaine, sweetheart, what do you want us to do?” Lilian quietly asked. The question however, fell on deaf ears.  Blaine was all too focused on staring towards the direction his father disappeared to than listening to his grandmother. Kurt could practically feel the tension radiating off of him. “Squirt?” Cooper gently touched his brother’s arm. “Are you alright?” “Oh yeah, just perfect, “ Blaine muttered bitterly. “Blaine?” Blaine’s head quickly tuned to Kurt, who was nervously  was twisting the hem of his apron in his fingers.  “I can go, Blaine.  I don’t want to make things any more difficult for you than it already is.” “Stay. . .go.  It doesn’t matter to me,” Blaine said flatly.   “Blaine, I can tell your father to leave," Lillian said softly.  “You don’t have to do this if you don’t want to.” Blaine’s mouth set into a grim line as he squared his shoulders and started walking in the direction of where his father had left.  “Let’s just . . .get this over with,” he mumbled loud enough for the rest of them to hear.

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2.) Color Me Surprised (RWRB Ficlet Friday)

*I had a fic idea that I had stalled a bit on until I got this Fictlet Friday prompt - so I've decided to combine the two:

“No.” “Yes.” “No, Pez.  I think I’d rather eat glass.” Percy cocked a well-groomed eyebrow and regarded his best friend skeptically.  “I’m confused.  I’d thought you’d be at least a bit interested.   It is a rite of passage, especially in this area, no?” Henry sighed as he tipped his head back.  “Perhaps, but one I’m not sure I want to partake in.” “Hazza,” Pez chided his childhood friend.  “You are young, single and incredibly hot.  Why are you not taking advantage on all of this?” He shook his head in confusion.  “Stop acting like you're being tarred and feathered.  It’s just an extended weekend.  You have been cooped up in this office beating yourself up over the writers block you’ve been suffering from.  I am giving you a change of scenery, that’s all.” “And I suppose you propose I find my inspiration there?" “We're going to Fire Island. It's like gay Disney World.”  Pez elaborated.  “I propose there will be many a tight-bodied, ravishing specimen of inspiration to blow not only your writers block out of the water but hopefully your back as well as . ." Pez coughed and tossed in a very pointed look. ". . . well, one could hope. . . other neglected things.”  Pez' s rather pointed look was all too familiar to Henry. Henry groaned as he leaned his elbows onto his desk and dropped his head in his hands.  Pez smirked.  He knew he had won. “There will be vodka involved, won’t there?” Henry said as he mumbled through his fingers. “Of course, my darling.  Is there any doubt?”

3.) fire island follies (Klaine Ficlet Friday)

“I don’t know if this is a good idea, San.” Santana looked over at her friend and smirked.  “Lookin’ a little green about the gills, Hobbit.  You ok?” Blaine took a deep breath and closed his eyes as he clutched his duffle bag close to his chest.  The ferry was going through choppy water, and his stomach wasn't faring well at all.  No one could blame him; Blaine was from central Ohio and hadn't had much experience being on the open ocean. He opened his mouth to respond, but the moment the boat hit a particularly large wave.   The sea vessel bounced so much that Blaine snapped his mouth shut quickly, clapping one hand over it.  Santana swore he looked even more pale than he had a minute ago. “Don’t you dare hurl on me, Anderson.  I will kill you if you ruin these shoes.” A young couple and their kid moved away from where Blaine and Santana were sitting, looking at the young man warily.  Blaine gave them a weak smile and wave before he peered down at Santana's open-toe espadrilles. “Fancy footwear for the beach, don’t you think?” Santana snorted as she wiggled her Burberry-clad foot at Blaine.  "I gots to look good for my sweetie.” She leaned over and poked him in the side.  He squawked and batted her hand away.  “Can you just give me a smile for once and not look like I’m dragging you to your death.” The boat hit another wave and bounced again.  “I feel like death,” Blaine said through gritted teeth as his stomach did another somersault. "Just kill me now." “Oh, perk up, sunshine.  We're going to Fire Island.  It's like gay Disney World."

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And open tag of course for any one else!

[canirove]

Broken Hearts Football Club | Chapter 10

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“Oh my god, June. Have you seen the news?”

“No, I haven’t. Why?”

“They are reporting that Chilly had a heart attack” Lauren said.

“What?” she replied, almost choking with her food.

“Here, look. They say he is at the hospital and… June, where are you going?”

“To find Mason. The boys had a morning session too, right?”

"They did, Reece said we were gonna meet for lunch. But June, wait… June!” Lauren called after her as she left the cantine. 

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“Are you sure it wasn’t a heart attack?”

“I’m sure, June. Relax” Mason chuckled. “He started to feel weird and dizzy, they called an ambulance just in case, and then decided to make him stay at the hospital for the night to keep an eye on him and make sure everything is ok.”

“And is it?”

“It is, he is fine. He is back home, resting.”

“Thank God” she sighed.

“Since when do you care so much about Chilly?” he asked, arching an eyebrow.

“I don’t care about him.”

“You don’t?" Mason laughed.

“Ok, maybe a bit. But it’s just because I still feel bad about punching him at that party and kind of making fun of his problem.”

“That was rude, yeah. Though he also was rude to you, so” he shrugged. “Anyway, he is fine, don’t worry. Can I go have lunch now?”

“You can. Sorry” June smiled. “Though one last thing…”

“Now what?” Mason said, rolling his eyes.

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"Maxwell?" Ben said after opening the door of his house. 

“Thank God” June said, throwing herself at him and wrapping her arms around his neck. “You scared the hell out of me, you know?”

“What?”

“When Lauren told me you had had a heart attack I feared the worst.”

“I’m fine, June. I’m fine” he said, hugging her tighter. They stayed like that for a while, just hugging in silence, June’s head resting on his shoulder, Ben’s thumb caressing her skin where her t-shirt had lifted. 

"Oh my God, Chilwell. Why are you opening the door?" June suddenly said. 

"Because this is my house?" he chuckled.

"But you should be resting! Whoever is staying with you should be the one attending the door."

"I'm alone."

"You what?"

"I'm alone" he shrugged.

"Oh… my God. You just came from the hospital! They should be keeping an eye on you!"

"June, I told you I'm fine. If they sent me home it's for a reason."

"I don't care. Come" she said, breaking their embrace and taking his hand before dragging him inside.

"Please come in, June. Welcome to my house" Ben laughed.

"Shut up. Where is your room?"

"Aren't you going too fast? Like you just said, I just came from the hospital. And I haven't taken you out on a date yet" he smirked.

"If you weren't convalescent I would definitely punch you. Again."

"Lucky me, then" he laughed. "Come, follow me."

"Where?"

"To my garden. Before you showed up I was there chilling and taking advantage of the glorious day we have today."

"Chilly chilling" she chuckled.

"Exactly. Come" he said, walking them outside.

"Oh, wow. This is lovely, Ben."

"Didn't expect me to have a nice garden, uh?"

"I expected you to have grass like most guys who like football do. Grass that is very well taken care of, but grass, not so many beautiful flowers ." 

"Can I confess something?" he asked.

"Surprise me."

"I love flowers and gardening."

"What?" June laughed.

"I find it relaxing" Ben shrugged, walking towards a big sofa and sitting down, his hand still on June's as she joined him.

"So you've taken care of all this on your own?"

"Yep. I've planted and grown all those plants and flowers myself" he smiled.

"And you've been gifting me chocolates when you could have gotten me flowers from your own garden?"

"I don't know which flower is your favourite. And what if you use them as a weapon because you don't like them?"

"I love flowers. Even if they weren't my favourite, I would never do that."

"Noted for the next time" he smiled, his thumb doing small circles on her skin. She should let go of his hand, but she couldn't. She was enjoying the feeling just as she had done when they were hugging.

"Would you like to have a drink? Coffee, tea, beer…" Ben asked.

"Can you drink any of that after what happened?"

"Just water and juice."

"Then I'll have the same as you."

"Two peach juices coming" he said, getting up and finally letting go of her hand. 

"Yeah… peaches" June whispered, her eyes fixed on Ben's…

"Maxwell, stop checking out my ass."

"What?" she said, looking up.

"You were checking out my ass" he smirked.

"I wasn't."

"You… ok" he laughed, walking away.

"Wait, no!"

"What now?" Ben said, rolling his eyes.

"I should be the one getting those drinks and you should be resting."

"June, you don't know where my kitchen is."

"Then give me the directions and where you keep everything, and I'll do it."

"Ok, fine" he sighed, sitting down again. "But just because you look really cute all worried about me."

"I'm not… whatever" she replied, getting up. "Where is your kitchen?"

"To your left, you can't miss it. The juices are on the fridge, and the glasses on the cabinet next to it."

"Ok, perfect."

"June, wait."

"What now?" she said, stopping at the garden's door.

"Nothing. I just wanted to properly check you out. You also have a really nice ass, you know?" Ben smirked.

"You… urgh" she groaned, walking inside the house and feeling her cheeks on fire. 

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"June, this just arrived for you" John said.

"Oh wow" she replied, seeing the huge bouquet of flowers.

"There is a note too."

"Hey, don't read it!" she said, taking it from his brother's hands as he was about to open it.

"Ok, ok. I didn't know you had a suitor."

"I don't."

"Then why are you smiling as if the guy you fancy had just sent you flowers?" John asked.

"I'm not."

"You are, June. You are. Is he the guy you were with yesterday? You were gone for most part of the day.”

“I was with Vittoria, I already told you.”

“And I don’t believe you. But hey, if you don't want to tell me who he is, I respect it."

"Thank you, John."

"I'll find out rather sooner than later, tho."

"Get out of here before I kick you out myself" she laughed, hiding the note. Once her brother had left the room, she read it again.

"Yesterday I didn't have the chance to say thank you for worrying about me and coming to visit me, so I'm saying it now: thank you, June. It meant a lot ♡ And I really enjoyed our time together. Who knew we could chat and have fun without jumping at each other’s throats? Anyway, hope you’ve liked the flowers. You didn't tell me which one was your favourite, so I just picked random ones from the garden that reminded me of you. Your favourite peach, Ben."

"Your favourite peach" she chuckled, now definitely smiling like an idiot.

[noforkingclue]

A Thief Through Time Chapter 13

Thirteenth Doctor- Comfort

Warnings: mentions of cancer and fear of death

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“You look like shit.”

Graham looked over his shoulder at you. You folded your arms and leant against the console as you raised your eyebrows at him. Graham ignored your statement and looked back out of the TARDIS. The doors were open and his legs were dangling out into open space. You sighed and pushed yourself off the console.

“I thought humans needed eight hours of sleep a night.”

“I’ll be fine.”

“What has she done now?”

“Who done what?”

You walked over to Graham and sat down next to him. He moved up a bit to give you more room as you said,

“The Doctor.”

“How do you know she did something?”

“Most companions eventually have that look on their faces.”

“What look?”

“The understanding that the Doctor is an alien,” you said, “That her brain works differently to humans. So,” you leant back on your hands, “What did she say?”

“Nothing important.”

“But important enough for you to lose sleep over?”

Graham didn’t reply. He kept staring out at the swirling galaxy in front of him. Finally he said,

“What are you afraid of?”

“Excuse me?” you gave him an incredulous look, “Afraid of?”

“For me it’s my cancer coming back.”

Ah.

“And not being able to do anything. Before I had,” Graham’s voice cracked slightly and he coughed before continuing, “now I don’t. Now Ryan only has me. Don’t know what’ll happen if he loses me as well. I don’t want to leave him on his own.”

“He won’t be.”

“Y’know what I mean.”

“Yeah,” you trailed off, “I do.”

“Hmm.”

Silence lapsed over the two of you. Eventually you said,

“Something I’ve always admired about humans is just how resilient you are.”

“What do you mean?”

“How many times have your planet been invaded? Daleks, Cybermen, even Timelords? Lost count myself.”

“Where are you going with this?”

“The thing is, you humans keep bouncing back. With Alctone’s, when something bad happened to us we locked our planet away. Earth remains open. Anyone can come and go, friend or foe. Whenever the worse happens to you, you keep on fighting. I admire that.”

“You do?”

“Yeah, just don’t tell the Doctor ok?”

“Promise. It’s just,” Graham sighed and ran a hand over his face, “I’m afraid. Not of Daleks or Cybermen or anything else we might face, but of dying and leaving Ryan alone.”

“He won’t be. Not with the others still around.”

“And what if they die before me?”

“Now, I don’t know how you’re going to die,” you said, “No, seriously, I don’t. But what I do know is that you are going to have a great life. Also, if your cancer does come back we can always pop into the future and see what cures they have.”

You patted Graham on the shoulder and made to stand up. Graham grabbed your arm and said,

“What are you afraid of?”

“Huh?”

“You didn’t tell me,” Graham frowned, “Are you afraid of anything.”

“Of course. Fear keeps us alive.”

“What is it?”

You stiffened at the question and Graham let go of your hand. He looked back out of the TARDIS.

“Sorry,” he muttered, “Personal question.”

“Forgetting.”

“Huh?”

“I’m old Graham. Older than the Doctor and a hell of a lot older than you. I’m afraid of forgetting those I care about. I live on while everyone else…”

You trailed off and grimaced.

“Even the Doctor will die eventually. The timelords might’ve granted her an extra regeneration cycle but that’ll still come to an end.”

You sighed and shook your head.

“Still,” you said, “Time moves on. There’s no point of thinking of what the future might hold while we’re still in the present.”

You stood up and looked down at Graham.

“And if the Doctor is being a cunt again don’t be afraid to let her know. Sometimes you need to tell people that, especially your friends.”