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megs-1800 · 3 months ago

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Nothing Good Happens After 2am

Notes: This is a request from Anon, I hope you are happy with it. As usual thank you for all the feedback and please continue to send feedback and requests.

Summary: You and Mason broke up 6 months ago. When your friend leaves you and you loose everything on a night out Mason's was the only number you could remember. Will he come and save you? Could you rekindle your relationship?

Pairings: Mason Mount x Reader

Word Count: 4.9K

Warnings: Fluff, Angst and a little Smut, Mentions of Miscarriage (does not go into great detail)

Mason POV:

It had been another horrible Wednesday night kick off, sat on the bench and no game time once again, the press are going to have a field day again with all this. I really cannot cope with anymore bad statements written, its really starting to have an effect me now. I walk through my front door and the loneliness hits me as I walk in. Its been 6 months since you and y/n broke up and days like today you could really do with her optimism and beautiful smile saying “fuck the press” and “Don’t listen to them look how many people support you, we are all proud that’s all that matters. I am your biggest fan!” but not today I do not get those words of encouragement. I just want an early night, so I shower and make myself something easy for dinner and crawl into bed. I hate how quiet the house is, there was always something going on with you, you were either on facetime to your family, or singing along to your headphones whilst you cook or clean, or even asking me about my day there was constant chatter but today silence. My bed is so cold, I cannot even bring myself to sleep on your side still at the moment. I put ‘How I Met Your Mother’ on the TV for background noise as I try to fall asleep, it was our favourite TV show it was our comfort show that we used to watch over and over again I watch it now to hope that it would give me some kind of familiarity, it reminds me of you. I am curling up in bed hoping that I can fall asleep soon, when I heard during the episode ‘nothing good happens after 2am’. This is where all the memories of you come flooding back, because that statement couldn’t be more true. Nothing good ever happens after 2am especially when it comes to me and you, our car accident occurred at 2:30am when a drunk driver served us off the road coming back from an event together, you almost died that night and I have never been so scared in my life. The night we had our first fight occurred at 4:30am and the night we broke up well that was 3am. So yes I defiantly agree nothing good happens after 2am, well that was until tonight.

The next thing I knew I was being woken up by my phone ringing, it was a mobile number that wasn’t saved. I declined the call, and looked at the time who the hell is ringing met at 3am in the morning? The number rang again, I didn’t want to answer it but whoever it was calling clearly wanted my attention. “h-h-hello m-m-mason?” I could hear the soft voice on the other end of the phone, it sounded desperate and scared. I knew that voice. “y/n” I couldn’t believe its you after 6 months my heart starts beating erratically. “I am sorry to wake you, I know its early in the morning” I interrupt you straight away “Please do not apologise, I am glad you called. Can I ask whats wrong? I do not see you ringing me just to say hey and off a different number”. At that I yawn starting to wake up and run a hand through my bed hair to get it out my face. You giggled at that, it was one of those fake laughs that you used to do when your life was falling apart but still trying to smile. “Um it’s a long story.. I don’t even know Mase”. You start crying, I just want to hold you I hate when you cry. “I went out clubbing with Brittany and she met this guy and left me to hook up with him”. “I always hated that Brittany” I spat at you she was an awful selfish friend to you, you always deserved better. “I know you do Mase but right now I don’t need that I told you so speech” you say sternly. “Sorry” I say defeated and let you continue. “I came outside to ring her, I kept ringing her but she didn’t answer. That’s when this group of guys came over they saw me sad, obviously knew I was on my own and vulnerable.One of the guys punched me, and they took my phone and bag”. At this you started breaking. At the idea of someone hurting you like that, and all because that Brittany left you, I was so angry and I started to put my shoes and get dressed whilst you continued. “Luckily I didn’t take any bank cards with me as I used contactless on my phone, but my bag had my hotel room key in and now there is no receptionist until 7am and I have no way of getting into the hotel and no way to pay for another, my ankle is on fire where I landed on it when I got punched. I just don’t know what to do Mase, its my first time back in Manchester since we broke up I just cannot do this!” You then start to scream cry I just want to hold you I need to go to you. I cannot believe you are in Manchester! I put the word out to those in Manchester and for people to notify me if she goes why did no one tell me? Its my turn to speak “I am ready, where am I going to get you?” “Don’t be silly Mason, I only called you because it was the only number I remember can you call my dad and he will come and get me?” At that I am offended I get the break up wasn’t great terms but you woke me up, there was obviously more of a reason then that. “Your dad is 3 hours away, by the time he gets to you it will be sunrise and I am guessing you need your car to go home with so you might as well just let me come get you then we can sort something out for tonight so you can get all your stuff from the hotel tomorrow”. You know I am right, so you let me know the address and agreed to wait outside until I get there. I insisted you to stay inside as its cold, but you said you just wanted to get out of there so it will make it quicker to stand outside.

I have never driven so fast in my life, all our memories together came flooding back I cannot believe I get to see you, after the longest 6 months I get to see the love of my life again. I pull up outside the club and see you in the skimpiest dress and the highest heels which you have now taken off and holding in your hand. This isn’t you I thought. I wind down my window “What the hell are you wearing?” You roll you eyes “Don’t start Mason” and hobble over to the passenger side. When you are inside I look straight at your ankle, it looks swollen probably a sprain. Your face is all red and puffy from the obvious crying and the left side of your face has gone red and swollen where that prick punched you. God if I ever find out who did this to you. I thought.

Readers POV:

You saw Masons Land Rover pull up, he had a hoodie on obviously trying to not get spotted. When I got inside the car, I looked over at him. He has let his hair grow longer and there is so much worry in his eyes. God he is so gorgeous not sure if this was the alcohol talking or not but I just want to jump across the car and kiss him. “You hungry?” He askes “Its like you read my mind Mount I am starvinggggg” That came out a little more confident then I expected but he shot me a smile which melted my heart. Damn you Mase all these feelings are coming back. “You fancy a Maccys?” He asks “Oh yeah I defo could eat a double cheeseburger and chicken nuggets right now but are you sure cause I can see the headlines now ‘Mason Mount is spotted having a late night maccys what will United think?’” He laughs at this “I said did you want a Maccys I didn’t say I am having one, I am not putting that shit in my body but I know you love it when you drunk”. Awww I love how you remember, you were always so good to me. Then it hits me I haven’t got any money on me. “Mason my cards are in the hotel room, I have no money don’t worry honestly”. He gives me a small reassurance smile “Don’t be silly its my treat, or if it would make you feel better you can pay me back when you got a new phone sorted”. We both knew he would never let me pay him back but I am too tired and hungry to argue.

We ordered the Maccys and decided its best to sit in the car and eat it so the car so Mason doesn’t get recognised. As I am munching away on my burger and chicken nuggets and I can slowly feel the alcohol wearing off. “Where am I taking you now?” He asks, I can feel my eyes starting to water “I have no idea Mase, my car keys and cards are inside my hotel room that I have no key card for so I am pretty fucked if I am being honest. I can use your phone to contact Brittany through socials again and see if she is around so I can go to her hotel or if you can drop me outside my hotel I can sleep outside until the reception opens?” Mason gives me a disappointed look “Absolutely not! My house is big enough you can sleep in one of the guest rooms please you are not sleeping on the streets or going back to that bitch”. I gave in it was cold I really just wanted to curl up in a bed. I give Mason a smile and a nod I just don’t know what to say. I never had this issue before we used to tell eachother everything and now I feel myself getting nervous. Mason yawns and runs a tired hand through his hair. “I am sorry for dragging you out this time, I really do appreciate it thank you”, “I would be offended y/n if you were in Manchester in need and you didn’t ring me” he laughed which I made a little laugh back to it. I just remembered shit “Shit sorry you had a game this evening, I am sorry I feel even worse now you must be exhausted sorry Mase how did it go?” now I just feel like a burden. He doesn’t make eye contact and just looks down “Don’t worry about it, didn’t get off the bench” he said this in such a harsh tone and basically spat it out, I hate when he is hard on himself. I grabbed Mason’s hand and run his fingers through mine “Stop that you just getting back from injury you cannot just come back to full time games and scoring 1000s of goals again give yourself time Mase, and just remember I am still your number one fan!”. I winked at the last part and Mason smiled I could tell he needed that more then I know.

We pulled into his driveaway and parked up “wait here 2 secs” and he quickly runs upto the house Great I thought he going to tell his girlfriend that I am here or quickly run his slag out or something. But he opened the door, I could tell where he was standing he was typing in the security alarm code and then came running back to the car. He opened the passenger door for me and held his hand out to help me get out the car. I winced at the sudden pain of putting pressure on my right ankle, he puts a hand tight against my back and carries me bridal style into the house. I forgotten how good he smells. He slowly lowers me to the ground being careful of your ankle, your dog Roco comes running through the house. He was a chocolate Labrador which you and Mason got when we first moved in, Mason said it was to keep me company when he was away which he definitely did, I let Mason keep him when we broke up as he was too much of a memory of Mason for me to keep. I was too broken. Roco bolted on top of you causing you to fall over due to lack of balance on your ankle which he gets on top of you licking away at your face. “Get off her Roco!” Mason shouts at the dog with authority and helps you up. “Its okay Mase, I have missed him” carrying on stroking him. “Well you have had enough injuries today I do not need my dog to add to that”. I looked at Mason in shock “Your dog?” I question. I thought he was OUR dog.

Mason supported me to walk up the stairs until we got the upstairs landing, “did you want a shower? You must be frozen” I know Mason asked that last bit as a question even though he can feel how cold I am as his hands are around my shoulders. “Yeah that sounds great I just don’t know how long I will be able to stand on my ankle its in agony”. Mason walks me over to the bed the bed we used to share. He crouches in front of me to look at my ankle he starts wiggling it and pushing on it which is causing me to moan in pain. “Sorry” he sends me a sympathetic look and rubs my hand in assurance that he isn’t meaning to hurt me, which I know Mason would never hurt me. “It doesn’t look broken its probably just a sprain, it looks like a bad sprain though due to the amount of swelling. Come to training with me tomorrow afternoon so I can get the physios to look at it for.” He got back up and supported me up so I was standing in front of him “Honestly Mase its fine I am sure after a couple of days it will be fine I don’t need to come to training with you”, “Y/n I insist I would rather know they have checked you out, its just gym training so I won’t be there long and then I can take you back to your hotel afterwards. Please if you not doing that at least let me take you to the hospital”. He knows how much you hate sitting in the hospitals so you gave in “Fine I will come with you tomorrow thanks”. “Are you going to report the attack to the police?” I shake my head “No point, they only stole my phone and hotel room key which there are 100s of hotels in Manchester so its not like they going to know which one it is, I will let the hotel know tomorrow and my phone there is nothing they can do”. Mason looked at you with concern “But they hit you y/n they need to pay for what they did to you.” He said that with a authority but I know he is only saying it to care. “I cannot even remember what they looked like, one minute they are coming towards me next thing I am on the floor and they are running off, the police are not going to be able to do anything without a positive ID plus they had hoodies on so its not like CCTV can pick it up. I appreciate your concern though”.

“Did you want some help to shower?” I looked at Mason shocked, we haven’t been that intimate in 6 months I am taken aback by that comment. Mason laughs and looked down and I can see a little blush. “Not like that y/n, just that you said it yourself you are not sure how you are going to shower with your ankle, and you need to shower you are frozen. You are clumsy at the best of times I do not need you slipping due to balancing on one foot”. Mason laughs as he knows what I am like, I nod my head as I know I am not going to win this argument. He turns me around and unzips my dress. I suddenly feel very exposed, Mason suddenly chucks me his dressing gown I look down and see its got the Man United badge on it “Making me betray (your football teams name) now” Mason laughs as he knows how much you love your football team.

You hobbled into the bathroom and turned the shower on, you hung the dressing gown on the door and stepped under the shower. His shower was always beautiful I don’t know why it was always the best shower. I can feel the hot specks of water running down my skin, suddenly warming me up. I needed this more then I thought. Mason walks in naked and comes to join me in the shower. I looked him up and down and suddenly start blushing, we have showered so many times together and been a lot more intimate then that before so not sure why I am so nervous. He giggles “you should take a picture it would last longer”. This makes me blush even more “Well I have had those pictures, but luckily I deleted them otherwise the people who stole my phone could of hacked it and it would have been all over the news by now ‘Mason Mounts Nudes Leaked!’ He laughs at that grateful you did delete them. It was photos we would send eachother whilst he was away when we needed some intimacy. “Well maybe in light of everything that has happened I should delete yours just in case” He winks at me. He still has my pictures.

He quickly grabs my body wash from under the sink “You left all your stuff here when you left, I thought I would keep it you know just in case. I am glad I did now”. He puts the body wash on my body and starts rubbing it in. His touch is like ecstasy, him touching my body like that brings back all these memories again. I turn to look at him so he can wash my front then I can see him looking at me up and down, I can feel him blushing. Then he starts looking at my lips and back up to my eyes again, he does this a couple of times then next thing you know his lips are crashing to me. He pulls away to check its okay, at this moment in time all I care about is him. I put my arms around his neck and pull his body into mine and feel him start to harden at the kiss. He pushes me into the wall and grinds his body into mine so I can feel his new harden length digging into me. As I breathe for air his lips are now attacking my neck, as he pushes me up against the wall. My ankle is causing me so much pain but at the moment all I can think about his him. His mouth goes back to mine and I can feel his tongue in my mouth. I have forgotten how sexy he was. Before I know it, his fingers are inside me they are going slow at first and then he starts to pump harder “fuck” I mutter. I forgotten how good his fingers are. I pull my fingers through his hair which makes him go faster. I can feel myself start to get close then reality brings me back what am I doing? We cannot be doing this we are not together. “Mase” I say in hopes to stop it, at the whisper of his name he just hums into my neck. “Mase, stop”. I say a big louder this time. As soon as Mason heard this he pulled his fingers out of me and quickly separated himself away from me. He looks scared “Did uh did I hurt you?” He looks confused. You smile to get him some reassurance. “No god no Mase. It felt incredible actually. Just we cannot be doing this its going to make it a whole lot more complicated. I am sorry for leading you on”. Mason shakes his head “Don’t be silly, I just could never resist you, I am sorry. Lets just finish the shower”.

He finished your shower and you agreed you will get dressed while he quickly showers. You hobble over to the bed in your towel and see that Mason as left one of his United Shirts and a pair of his boxers on the bed that you could wear. You are quickly getting dressed with Mason walks in. He turns to you “You are making it really hard to resist you, you know you wearing my clothes was always my weakness”. You laugh at this, you can see the specks of water running down his chest which makes your heart beat He is so sexy. “Back at you Mount, always were the most sexiest man”. I wink at him.

“stay in my bed tonight”, I shot a Mason a look of shock. He quickly justifies his reason “look you were punched in the face and hit your head you could have concussion I would rather you sleep with me so I know you are okay and like not going to die in the night” He laughs I know he only doing it to care but he always so dramatic. “Look you can even have Roco share the bed, I usually don’t let him up here but if it would make you feel comfortable knowing there is a dog between us.” He tries to reason. I give him a warm smile back “Okay that would be okay, if Roco could. I have missed him so much so I would love to fall asleep with him again”. Mason nods and gestures to me to get into bed whilst he shouts Roco and I can heat the pounding of feet up the stairs. Roco quickly waits for permission from Mason to get into bed damn he has trained him well. Once given the nod Roco jumps into bed and snuggles up with me, a tear slipped down my cheek on how much I have missed him. I quickly wiped it but the look Mason gave me I think he saw it.

We both lying in bed staring at the ceiling with Roco curled up between us, maybe this was a bad idea as I forgot how big Roco was and he is taking up all the room. “You know all bad things happen after 2am I still agree with that fact” I look at Mason and I know he laughs because of the irony of it. “I don’t know, I know you got hurt but all the events tonight still got you in my bed after 6 months so maybe I might need to retract that statement”. I look at him and giggle. Is he trying to flirt?. I can feel my eyes welling up “M-M-Mason what happened to us? Where did it all go so wrong?” He sits up in the bed cross legged so he is not looking over at me “I don’t know Y/N/N you are the one who ended it you tell me”. I am hurt at that, like he doesn’t know why I ended it, like he didn’t know all the issues we had.

I now sit up trying not to disturb Roco who is now snoring away, I carry on stroking him to ensure he stays in his sleep. “Come on Mason, we weren’t happy you know that. We were arguing constantly and the distance was getting to us. The hate we were both receiving was getting to both us. Look how nice and supporting you have been tonight you haven’t be like that in months.” You looked down “The miscarriage broke us Mase”. He looked down at that comment and I can see he was trying to hold it together and I can feel a tear run down my face. “I tried my best Mason, I lost our baby and you were constantly away, you were never around you threw yourself into training and were always out. I had to deal with it all on my own Mason, then when you were home we would shout do you know how hard that was? I had to walk away before I hated you Mason, cause I already hated myself for not giving you the one thing you wanted” at this I broke and started crying. Mason quickly leaped across the bed and put me into his lap and held me, he was rubbing my back. I can feel him crying too. Roco now woken up and curled back into us trying to comfort us. “I know I was distant I just didn’t know how to cope so I hid away. I was so excited to be a dad and was so excited for you to be the mother of my child but that was taken away from me, I just didn’t know what to do. That’s why I tried to throw myself into something because you needed me to be strong and I didn’t know how to be”. I bring his face up so our eyes meet mine “The problem is Mason you were just pushing me away, I needed you and you were no one to be found. I am miles away from my family so I had to cope with this on my own. I was all alone Mason I just didn’t know what else to be. I didn’t want to loose you, I wanted to walk away before you walked away from me”. Mason grabs my face and kisses me, I am shocked by this but return the kiss. I have waited 6 months for this. “I love you y/n I would of never left you. You broke my heart walking away. In the space of a month I lost baby and I lost you I was a mess. Ask Dec he had to ring me everyday to make sure I was out of bed”. I smile “I know, Dec messaged me everyday, who do you think was asking for the updates?” He smiles at that knowing you were still asking about him Damn I love this man.

I look over at the clock at the side of the room “Damn its 5:30am, we need to get some sleep you got training soon”. Mason nods and lies down on the bed which I do too. Mason looks over at me “Its fine, training not until lunchtime so we can still get a good couple of hours”. I nod that’s good I am going to struggle when that alarm goes off.

“How long are you down here for? What are your plans?” I am shocked Mason wants to talk I thought he would want to sleep. “I have no idea, I am supposed to be staying down and travelling home Sunday so I can go back to work, me and Brittany where going to go to your game on Saturday not going to lie”. I say a little embarrassed now. Mason gives me a small smile, I know he is happy at that. “Well how about I take you to training tomorrow to get your ankle looked at, I will take you back to your hotel to get a new key and all that and why don’t you just stay here? Mum and all the rest of the family are coming down tomorrow and are staying tomorrow night. Then I have training Friday but in the afternoon we are taking Mila and Summer to the zoo and then they staying for the game on Saturday. You don’t need to stay here you can stay at your hotel if its too awkward. But I know my family especially Mila and Summer will be so happy to see, and I bet Roco would love to spend time with his mummy”. The way he called me his mummy broke me, I forgotten how much I have missed my dog. I just wrap Roco up with that comment.

“That sounds amazing Mase, I would love to. If you wouldn’t mind I will stay here it saves me trying to get back from Manchester to Cheshire everyday. I would love to see your family I have missed them all so much” Mason smiles at that and brings you into his arms. “Maybe good things do happen after 2am”. You say. He spoons you to sleep as you feel yourself drifting to sleep. This is not the way you thought your night would go but you are so grateful it did.

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pinkthrone445 · 11 months ago

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-Since words are not enough to explain how much I love you, let me show you- Part 3

Part 1 Part 2

Pairing:Melissa Schemmenti x Reader

Gender:Fluff, soft

Warnings:none I think

Summary:Months after celebrating your wedding anniversary, Mel has a baby fever when she sees you holding a child in your arms. After trying for a few months, the treatment has a result and the Abbott's family gets bigger.

The room was spinning around you, the four walls of the bathroom were shrinking around you, you were short of breath, and your whole body was shaking. You had thought about calling your wife, but you didn't want to see her disappointed like last time, so you decided to do it alone. How could it be that your future depended on a plastic cup with pee on it and a stick inside it? The bell had already sounded, indicating that the children would already be in the classrooms, but the 3 minutes of the test were not yet up and you needed to know. The 3 months of treatment had already passed and Mel and you had done several pregnancy tests and none were positive. But today it felt different, you felt different, you also kept in mind that you said that the previous times, but it really felt different this time; and even though your doctor's visit would be at the end of that week, you needed to know now.

Your cell phone alarm went off and with trembling hands you looked at the mark of the 3 pregnancy tests you had put in the disposable cup. All three clearly marked two red lines, they were positive, the treatment had worked, and you were pregnant, you couldn't believe it. Your mind started to travel a thousand miles an hour, you didn't know what to do, did you throw away the tests? How would you say to Mel? How would you bear not to tell her until you get home? Mel would surely realize that something was wrong, she knew you too well. How would you concentrate to teach your class now?

You were pacing around the bathroom until your cell phone lit up with a message from your wife

-🔥Jessica Rabbit🔥:"Amore? Where are you? Are you okay? One of your students came to my classroom because you still haven't come to your classroom. Did something happen?"-

With trembling hands you grabbed your cell phone, you wanted to send her a message, but on accident you called her and she answered before you could hang up the call

-"Hi love, are you okay?"- Your wife asked, her fear could be heard in her voice

-"I... I'm fine... I was in the bathroom, you know how horrible are my nausea after eating..."-You commented in a trembling voice, you weren't good at lying to her. Why you were afraid to tell her or for her to find out? This was what you were both looking for, what you both wanted.

-"Need more time? I can take care of your students..."-Your wife proposed and you sighed, you didn't know why you suddenly felt like crying

-"I need you... Please... Can you come to the teachers bathroom? Please I need you" - You pleaded and your voice broke. Your frightened wife got up quickly, let Barbara and Janine know if they could see the kids, and ran with you, not hanging up the call.

When she got to the bathroom, she gently knocked on the door listening to your faint response from the other side to get her in. She barely managed to close the door that you were already on top of her, hugging her tightly and taking a little of air out of her, her arms wrapped around you carefully and protectively.

-"What happened? Are you okay? Do you need anything?" - Your wife asked trying to see your face but you just hid in her neck-"Love, please speak to me"

-"I...I love you"-You whispered on her neck and she hugged you more but a little confused

-"I love you too... But why are you crying?"-She whispered, still worried

-"Remember that time we went to church when we visited your family, and they read something that said, 'If you have faith the size of a mustard seed, you can move mountains'?"- You whispered looking into her eyes and she nodded more confused than ever, not knowing where this was going, but she was worried about seeing your red eyes-"Then we looked up how big a mustard seed was and it was very small, smaller than our fingerprints, but from that seed grew a big, strong tree..."-You took Mel's hand and rested it on your stomach-"Well... Our baby is the size of a mustard seed right now, but they will grow up to be big and strong, like their moms" - You whispered with a big smile and Melissa looked at you very surprised, her eyes filled with tears

-"Are you sure?" - She asked in a trembling voice and you nodded showing her the 3 positive tests. The redhead said something in Italian that you couldn't quite understand and picked you up, hugging and kissing you with great joy. You laughed on her lips and hugged her, feeling her tears wet your cheeks. When you thought that Mel's love for you couldn't grow any more, you saw it right there, you saw it in her eyes, how they shone, with the adoration they looked at you, it was as if her heart had enlarged just so she could give more love to you and the baby. One of her soft hands lifted your blouse and touched your abdomen, she smiled and closed her eyes, causing a couple of tears to fall but her smile only grew bigger and bigger. You knew in that moment that Mel would be a perfect mother.

At the end of the week the doctor reaffirmed the beautiful news and your wife couldn't get over the excitement.

Weeks later, you informed Ava of the news, so that she could process your pregnancy leave, and then you decided to tell the rest of your coworkers before Ava ruined the surprise.

One morning, while everyone was eating breakfast, you arrived with a box of donuts from everyone's favorite place and left it on the table smiling

-"Good day beautiful people, we brought you a gift for you to enjoy"-You said and they all smiled thanking you, but when they opened the box, the room went silent, until Janine left out a high scream of excitement and Barbara came to hug you both.

The box said "eat folks, my mommy can't be the only one with a belly", next to a photo of the most recent ultrasound scan. Everyone congratulated you with great joy hugging mostly you and not that much to your wife, she would be a mother but she was still very scary. Mel from that moment on set some rules, such as that they could not touch your belly without first asking, and that when she was not present they should take care of you. You just laughed even though you knew your wife meant it.

You also told the children in your classroom the special news with a small game, you taught them how to write in morse code and gave them a small piece of paper to guess what it said, that kept them entertained for a while and when they saw that the note said "Miss (Y/L/N) is going to have a baby" they all went crazy with excitement and made a grup hug with you.

From the moment your colleagues at Abbott found out you were pregnant, they had become more protective than when you had told them you started fertilization treatment. Everyone took care of you in their own way.

Also, your cravings were the weirdest and grossest thing in the world, which matched the way Janine "cooked" her lunches. So every time she took out her tupperware of food, the disgusting aroma radiating from them made you want to eat it. Your wife was offended at first when she saw that you were preferring Janine's food over hers, but when she read in the pregnancy book that pregnant women preferred to eat certain things because they lacked iron or sugar, she understood that there were days when you preferred Janine's food because your iron was low and sure that in some of Janine's meals you could find a piece of spoon or a key that she put in to give it more "flavor". On the other hand, Mel prepared food for Janine just in case you wanted it hers, which made the youngest very happy because she was eating well for the first time in her life.

Jacob would always bring you home remedies or recipes he had practiced to help you with nausea, some helped and some just made you want to vomit more.

Gregory gave you several sets of legos for when the baby is older and flowers to decorate the house.

Ava joined everyone else and every once in a while she would give you very fashionable and tiny clothes for the baby.

Barbara shared her pregnancy experience with you and gave you very useful advice, as well as always checking on you that you were okay.

Mr. Johnson always made sure that the bathroom in your classroom was always nice and smelled good so you wouldn't feel like throwing up.

Even the children took care of you, every time you dropped something they picked it up and gave it to you so that you wouldn't make any effort.

Melissa was a different case, she had gone crazy with the arrival of the baby, she always came home with some new clothes, book or toy for the baby. You didn't even know what it was going to be yet, but you already had the wardrobe complete thanks to her. Also together you painted the room and assembled the crib, as well as a chair to cradle the baby. Your wife was also knitting clothes for the baby, and cooking every craving you had. At night she would spend at least half an hour every night talking to the baby before going to sleep, and when you slept, she would hug you very carefully caressing your belly, which had already grown quite a bit thanks to time.

Mel was loving every second of the pregnancy, especially seeing how your body changed, how your breasts grew and how your hips widened. She also loved feeling the baby kick or listening to the baby's heartbeat, so much so that she had it saved on her cell phone.

When it was time to find out the sex of the baby, your co-workers asked if you could tell the doctor to write it down so they could throw a party to find out the baby's gender. Melissa didn't want to at first, but you convinced her and she agreed.

The party was beautiful, they asked the guests that if they thought it was a girl to bring diapers and if it was a boy, to bring wet wipes, so at the end of the party they would give it to you to help you with some useful things.

The party was full of food and snacks, they played games like putting the pacifier on the baby with your eyes blindfolded, say it with mimic (babie edition) , guessing the size of your belly (that one was won by Melissa since she always had her hands on you), finishing a bottle of milk without hands, who guessed the lullaby by clues, and many more. Almost every game triggered a competition between the Schemmenti sisters.

When it came to guessing the baby's gender, they brought a piñata in the shape of a bottle and gave Mel a bat, which made her very happy. Once she tore it up, pink papers jumped all over the place, announcing that it would be a girl, which you and your wife celebrated a lot.

You two also announced that her name would be Isabella and you asked Barbara if she wanted to be the baby's Godmother, which made her cry and she accepted immediately.

At first your pregnancy seemed eternal, because of how heavy and big your belly was and how uncomfortable it was. But before you could think about it any more, your pregnancy leave arrived and finally the day of delivery was here.

Your birth was simple, it was by c-section, so you didn't feel so much pain thanks to the anesthesia, and your wife was with you at all times, squeezing your hand so tightly that you were afraid she would break your fingers. Barbara, Melissa's sister and the others were in the waiting room supporting you and waiting for some news.

Your little Isabella was born healthy, as soon as she was handed to you you counted all her little fingers and smiled when you saw that she had the same eye color as Mel. The little girl looked sleepy and snuggled into your chest while you caressed her back. Your wife adjusted your hair a little and kissed your forehead, thanking you for being such a strong woman and repeating how happy you made her and how much she loved you, and then she saw your little girl unable to help crying. Without a doubt, that was the happiest moment of both of your lives.

After a while, the others came in with balloons to meet little Bella.

After the birth, for a couple of weeks, Mel was with you at home, and although having a newborn was complicated, your wife helped you a lot and the two of you were able to enjoy a little paradise with the little baby.

When Mel finally had to go back to work, you decided to go visit her and your colleagues at Abbott. As soon as you entered the teacher's room, everyone greeted you with excitement fighting to see who got to hold Bella first, while she watched very attentively as everyone talked

-"I'm her godmother, I want to hold her first, I've hadn't had a baby in my arms for so long..."-Barbara murmured, and you handed it to her carefully. As soon as you let go, Barbara sniffed her little head and smiled, Mel stood behind you and hugged you, resting her head on your shoulder.

-"I want to hold her up after Barbara" - Janine commented excitedly and Ava laughed

-"I don't know if Janine is going to hold the baby or if the baby is going to hold her, they're about the same height" - Ava joked and then walked over to the baby and Barbara-"I want to hold her too" - She whispered, smiling as she watched the baby grab her finger.

Your wife kissed your cheek and continued to watch as everyone talked to little Bella, suddenly your family had grown much more than for the baby's arrival, all your friends were now uncles and guardians of the little girl, now they were all officially part of the family.

#melissa schemmenti smut #melissa schemmenti x you #melissa schemmenti fanfic #melissa schemmenti x reader #melissa schemmenti #melissa schemmenti abott elementary #abott elementary fanfic #abbott elementary fanfic #abbott elementary #Melissa Schemmenti soft #lissa ann walter #lisa ann walter fanfic #lisa ann walter #Lesbian #wlw love

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manonblaqkbeak · 4 months ago

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A Little Tumble

Rowaelin month Day 6: Misunderstanding Leading to Disaster. @rowaelinscourt

I hope it's okay that I'm posting this a day early, I have a busy weekend ahead and I don't trust tumblr's queue system tbh lol.

I can't wait to read everyone's stories and see what everyone does, I feel like I'm never on here anymore but I couldn't stay away for rowaelin month. I love this little tradition of ours!! Rowaelin forever <3

cw: forced kisses, teenagers being dramatic (although not about the forced kiss because that would be horrible), injuries and mentions of sex but nothing graphic and me attempting to be humorous because nothing super disastrous happens lol.

1700 plus words. Sorry for any grammar errors :)

Please enjoy!!! Xx

Aelin couldn't stop crying. She had been crying for an eternity now, or what felt like it. And everything hurt, from her eyes to her toes as she sobbed and sobbed.

She hugged her pillow tighter as she heard her phone vibrate on her nightstand. She didn't need to look to know that it was Rowan. Her phone had been buzzing for ages now. She was sure her phone would soon freeze from the force of all the notifications she was getting.

She should block him. She should, but she couldn't move her arms. She breathed in the scent of Rowan's aftershave that clung to his pillow.

He wouldn't be sleeping in this bed next to her anymore. Wouldn't buy her iced coffee every morning on their way to school, would no longer would there be talks about their futures. No more of him buying her favourite snacks as study aides. No more calling her 'Princess'.

She no longer had a future with Rowan Whitethorn and her soul broke at the realisation.

A soft knock rapped against her bedroom door, and her mother's voice filled her ears. “Aelin, sweetheart, can I come in? I just want to talk.” Aelin nodded, her throat too sore to speak. “What happened today, at school?”

Fresh tears left Aelin's eyes as she made herself speak the horrible truth. “Rowan broke up with me.” Her voice was raspy.

“What? What do you mean that Rowan broke up with you?” Evalin asked.

“He dumped me, mum. He dropped me for Remelle Frost.”

“Are you sure?” she had never heard her mother sound so confused.

“Yes! I saw him kiss her!” Just saying it out loud made her cry even more, if that was even possible. Her mother came closer to her, running a smoothing hair along her hair. Her phone buzzed again. “Can you please leave me alone, and take my phone with you?”

“Okay, sweetheart, but I'll be downstairs if you need me.”

Aelin just nodded and her mother left, taking Aelin's phone with her.

Aelin closed her eyes and sobbed some more.

X X X X

Aelin woke up to the sound of knocking—not on her door, but her bedroom window. She lived in a two storey house, so that only meant one thing; someone climbed the tree next to her side of the house and was standing on the roof.

Aelin sat up and saw Rowan outside her window, his face desperate as he knocked again. Like she was fucking blind and couldn't see him there. At some point it had started to rain and he was drenched.

Anger shot through her at the sight of him, that he would come here after everything that happened today.

She left her bed, her blankets tangling around her legs but she managed to stand up straight as she unlocked her window. “What do you want, Rowan? To rub it in my face about your new girlfriend? Because I don't want to fucking hear it.”

Rowan's face crumpled at her anger. “Aelin, please, I can explain. There's been a misunderstanding.”

“A misunderstanding?” she hissed. “I saw you kiss Remelle.” Bile raised in her throat at the words, at the image that zapped through her head. Remelle's hands clenched in Rowan's school blazer, her lips on his. “If there's a misunderstanding, then I don't want to hear it. Go to your new girlfriend and leave me alone!” Aelin ripped off her beloved promise ring and threw it at him. He flinched as it hit his face and tumbled off the roof.

Aelin heard her parents voices echoing, asking her if she was alright, and then they were there, at her bedroom door, watching Rowan as he watched her.

“I didn't kiss her!” Rowan said, pleading. “She was talking about how she's leaving during the summer to go to a new school and that she didn't want to leave with no regrets and she kissed me. Forced herself on me, actually. I pushed her off. Lorcan saw the whole thing, he can tell you what happened. Please, Aelin, let me in.”

“I don't believe you.” Even though it did sound like something Remelle would do—and Aelin was aware that Remelle was leaving, and was ecstatic when she heard the news. She and Remelle had never gotten along, not even in kindergarten.

“Please, text Lorcan,” Rowan begged, his own eyes filling with tears. “He doesn't like you enough to lie to you.”

That was definitely true.

“Rowan, you should come inside, before you hurt yourself,” Aelin's dad, Rhoe, interjected. He ignored the glare Aelin sent his way. She was willing to text Lorcan but she didn't want Rowan in her room, not now.

Aelin went to ask her mother for her phone when her parents gasped and swore, and when Aelin turned around, Rowan had fallen off the slip of the roof and was on the ground.

Aelin had never run so fast in her life.

X X X X

Waiting in the urgent care felt like an eternity—which made Aelin dub this day as the longest day in her life.

But soon Rowan was walking out towards the waiting room—towards her—when Aelin noticed the cast covering his right forearm. Tears sprung up in her eyes at the sight.

“I'm okay,” Rowan said as he sat next to her. “No concussion, no bleeding on the brain or anything, just this eyesore for the next eight weeks. Thank the gods that summer has started, at least.”

“What about work?” They were both employed at the Stag Rose Grille as servers and were going to use half their weekly paychecks to go towards their trip after graduation next year.

“Doctor gave me a sick note, and I have a lot of personal leave saved up.”

Aelin nodded and they sat in silence, even as the loudness of the urgent care lobby surrounded them.

“I called Lorcan as I was waiting,” Aelin said after a moment, and Rowan's dark green eyes snapped towards her tear swollen face. And his heart broke at the sight, at knowing that she had cried so much over him. “And he told me what happened, about Remelle. I'm sorry that I didn't believe you, and I'm sorry that she forced herself onto you. Are you okay? We can go to the police and report it, I'll be with you every step of the way.”

Rowan leaned over and kissed his girlfriend on the cheek. “I'll be okay. And I just want to forget that it happened. I've already blocked her on everything—I should have years ago.”

“I blocked her, too,” Aelin said, “but not before I gave her a piece of my mind.”

Rowan knew Aelin, and knew that what she said wouldn't have minced words. “What did you say?”

Aelin's answering smile was the very definition of pleased. “That if she ever came back here or ever contacted you after what she did, I was going to set her on fire.”

“Aelin! I think that's considered a felony.”

“What she did to you is a felony! Besides, she called me a cunt and said I was insane and that she would torch me if she ever saw me, so I think we're even.”

Rowan snorted, even though it made his head throb a little—he had no concussion, but his head was definitely a little sore.

Aelin yawned and looked ready to pass out. “You should tell your parents what happened, I know they're away for their anniversary weekend, but they would want to know before they come home to an unexpected insurance bill.”

“I'll tell them later. Let's get you home.”

Aelin smiled and kissed him on the lips. “I like the sound of that.” As they slowly made the way to Aelin's car, she said, “I also like the idea of ordering an extra large cheese crust pepperoni pizza, with garlic dipping sauce.”

Rowan smiled. “You drive and I'll order.”

X X X X

It was midnight when Evalin checked in on Aelin and Rowan, the young couple clinging to each other in Aelin's queen sized bed, Rowan's cast resting on one of Aelin's many pillows.

The room stunk of garlic and cheese and she slowly made her way across her only child's room to open up her window to let in some fresh air.

As Evalin made her way towards Aelin's nightstand where the last of the pizza remained, Aelin's eyes cracked open.

“Sorry about today, mama.” Her voice was still a little strained.

Evalin reached down and kissed her daughter on the forehead and smoothed her hair away from her eyes. “It's okay, I'm glad it worked out for the best. And your father found your ring, by the way, it's in the kitchen, drying after its wash.”

“Thank you.”

“Get some sleep, you've had a long day.” Aelin nodded and closed her eyes.

Evalin grabbed the pizza box and froze at the sight of Aelin's bin.

She knew that Aelin and her boyfriend had made up after the events of today—they had been dating for three years, after all, and Aelin was very open about their relationship— it was the reason why Aelin's TV was so damned loud earlier, but she hadn't expected to see three condoms on top of the waste bin.

“Mama, if you keep looking at them like that, your eyeballs are going to fall out,” Aelin said, her eyes still closed. “Rowan got too excited—”

“I don't really need to hear the rest. Goodnight, love.”

Aelin chuckled. “Night, mama.”

Aelin's bedroom door closed and Rowan groaned beside her. “Did you really just tell your mum that I came too early?”

Aelin chuckled again, her boyfriends face a little red from the embarrassment. “She won't judge, she'll just tell me to cover them up next time like I normally do. Besides, she knows everything that we've done. And she's walked in on us, too, remember?”

Rowan's groan vibrated the bed. “No. I had made myself forget.”

Aelin smiled at how bright Rowan's face had become and pressed a great, big smacking kiss on her boyfriends cheek. “Goodnight, buzzard.”

“Goodnight, Fireheart.”

Aelin rested her cheek against Rowan's bare chest and fell asleep to the sound of Rowan's strong heartbeat and the light drizzle of rain.

#this is literally so dramatic #rowaelin #rowaelinmonth #rowaelinscourt #rowaelin fanfiction #rowaelin fanfic #i feel like teenage rowaelin would be very dramatic tbh #my work

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adoracora-elizabeth · 1 year ago

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But Papa! Why? Chapter 19

"Robert? I was not expecting to see you again today." Rosamund said when Robert walked to his office.

After dropping Cora at the airport, he decided to go back to the office. He would only worry at home. It was better to try and focus on work.

"I better try and get my mind on other things." He answered.

"I thought you would be on your way to New York right now." Rosamund said.

Robert looked at her and then shrugged his shoulders. "It is not my place to be there."

"Maybe, but Cora could have used your support."

"Rosamund do not try and talk me into a guilty feeling. There is no way, I was going to walk into that hospital room with her, explaining to her dying father who I am." Robert paused. "High Mr. Levinson, I am Robert Crawley. I have treated your daughter horribly for months. But now I changed my mind and want to date your daughter."

He could see Rosamund tried not to laugh."That is one way you could have done it. If you ask me. I would have waited outside for her to come back. And then just be there for her."

Robert slowly started to realise that Rosamund made a lot of sense. He hit his forehead with his hand. "Now it is to late."

"Papa has a private jet, and I think that if you explain why you want to use it. That he will be more than happy that you go to New York with it.

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Nervously Robert walked up to the gate. Should he have texted Harold or Cora? Were they coming home today? When he pressed the bell, a woman answered.

"Hello, I am Robert Crawley and I am here for Miss. Levinson."

"They are not home, please come back later."

He heard the sound of the line disconnecting. What should he do now? He did not want to call or text them, what if he disturbed them? He better call for a cab and go and find a hotel for the night. While he took his phone out of his pocket, a car approached the house.

Robert looked up and saw the car coming closer. He hoped Cora was in the car, or at least Harold. He waited for the car to come closer and it was indeed Harold who got out of the car.

"How long have you been standing here?" Harold asked.

"Not that long, I was about to call for a taxi to bring me to a hotel."

"You are not staying in a hotel." Cora's voice sounded.

Robert looked over Harold's shoulder and saw Cora standing behind him.

"Hi," Robert said, all of a sudden insecure. He noticed that the gate had opened and the car drove towards the house.

"You better come inside." Harold said, he looked at Cora and then walked towards the house.

Cora stepped closer to Robert. He saw her red eyes and frail figure in the light of the lantern. He wanted to wrap her up in his arms, but he was not sure she would like that. Instead, he stood still and felt dumb for not knowing what to do.

"Thank you for being here." He could hear in her voice, she had been crying.

"Always."

"I was not expecting you here. How did you manage this?" She looked up to his face.

"I used my father's plane." He saw Cora’s bottom lip tremble and realised his mistake. Robert gently put his hand on her cheek and brushed a tear from under her eye. "I am sorry. I should not have said that."

Cora shook her head. "It is alright. I just miss him so much already." She looked up again. "Oh, Robert. Why did he go so soon?" She started crying.

Without hesitation, he pulled Cora in his arms and pressed her against his chest. He felt her arms wrap around him. He murmured soothing words and moved his hands over her back to calm her down.

They stood there for a while until Robert felt her calming down. This was the second time within a week he held a crying Cora in his arms. Gentle he pressed a kiss on top of her head. "We should go inside." He said. "It is getting late, you must be exhausted."

Cora rested her head against his chest and yawned. "I could sleep for days."

"Well, let us not wait any longer and bring you to bed."

Cora moved her hand up to Robert’s chest, her fingers playing with the fabric of his jacket. "It feels like I am a weak woman. You have taken care of me this whole weekend, and here I am crying in your arms, again." She lowered her eyes. "This was not how I would have thought our relationship would start."

Robert put his hand on top of Cora’s and softly brushed over it. "Are we in a relationship? Are you sure?" He moved his hand to lift Cora's chin, so he could look into her eyes. His other hand was resting on her lower back. "Let me say that in a different way. I am very happy that you fell ill." Robert felt his cheeks burn from shame when he heard Cora's soft chuckle. "No, I do not mean, I was happy you were ill. I meant, oh, how do I correctly say this……"

Cora got on her tiptoes and pressed a kiss on his lips to stop his stuttering. "I know what you mean. Even though I was sick, I loved having you around."

Robert was surprised by her move, her lips felt even better than he could have imagined. So soft and warm. "Just to make one thing very clear." He pressed another kiss on her lips. "I do not think of you as weak."

Cora leaned heavily against him now, her arms wrapped around him.

Robert pushed her back. "I love this feeling of you so close, but I think we need to make sure you will get some sleep. The coming days will be busy and emotional."

"Will you be here?" Cora angled her face up. "Will you stay with me and than bring me back to London?"

"If you are very sure about that, I will."

Cora did not answer, but she pressed her lips once more on Robert’s. This time longer and more intense.

#cora crawley #downton abbey #robert crawley #downton #fanfiction #cobert

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anglophiletraveler · 1 year ago

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Chapter 31 of In My Life

Chapter 31

I Love You Just The Way You Are

By Billy Joel

The Weekend Part 2!

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Hmmmm what is our favourite couple up to? They’ve been having a fun and loving weekend and it continues onto Sunday morning. Thanks always to everyone who supports me and this adventure of mine. Special thanks to Karen Bockius for continuing to be my beta for this story, however she hasn’t read this bit yet, I wanted to keep it as a surprise for her, and also Happy Birthday Karen! Your Eagles won!

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Ross woke the next morning to the sound of a text notification on his phone. He reached for Demelza but then heard her playing on the cello. The sound of Demelza’s cello always made him smile. He looked at the phone and saw that it was his mother texting, so he called her back. He let out a big yawn and stretched his long body.

“Morning Ross, did I wake you?”

“No, well yeah, but it’s time I was getting up anyway. Demelza’s downstairs practising.”

“I never know what time to call you in the mornings.”

“You’re fine mum, no worries. How are you feeling?”

“Oh pretty good. Friday they got my latest test results back and made me go into the hospital for fluids because I was a little dehydrated.”

“Oh mum ya gotta take care of yourself! How long were you there?”

“Just eight hours. And I do take care of myself Ross! I drink plenty of water everyday. I don’t know how I get dehydrated. I hate the taste of water.”

Ross smiled. He knew that his mum had never liked the taste of water. “Well have you tried getting some of that flavoured powder mix that you can put in water? Demelza uses those because she’s not crazy about the taste of water either.”

“Oh I keep forgetting to put them on the damn shopping list. I’ll be glad to get the surgery and get these two lumps of skin lobbed off. I’m tired of worrying about them, and I’m tired of everyone else worrying about them,” Grace was almost in tears by now.

Ross closed his eyes. He hated hearing the frustration in his mother’s voice. “I know mama. I’d give anything if you weren’t going through this. I really wish that you would reconsider and start seeing an oncologist up here in London.”

“Ross, I’m really perfectly happy with my doctors down here. London is too far away, and the doctors are just as good down here. Now, enough about me. How are you and Demelza getting along?”

“Fine, fine.” He stopped talking on the phone to make sure Demelza was still practising before he continued talking with his mum. “I finally broached the subject of kids with her yesterday.”

“Oh wow. How did that go?”

“Alright. Kind of like I thought. She’s not sure if she wants children, because of raising her brothers and her career. She said that she really hasn’t thought about it that much, which I believe. She said she would give it some thought. But mom, just so you know… I told her that I wanted to be with her whether she wanted kids or not.”

“Oh. Darling, that’s… that’s a big statement. Can you live with that?” Ross noticed that Grace’s voice cracked.

Ross bit his lip, “I, I think so. I don’t want to lose her mum. I’m sorry, I know that’s not what you want to hear… but for now that’s where things stand on the subject. I also mentioned to her about getting a bigger place, because this place is just so small with the two of us. I need a bigger office and she needs a better practise space.”

There was silence on the line and then Ross noticed a sniffle from Grace like she was trying not to cry. He knew this would upset his mum and it killed him to hear like this.

“Mum?”

“I’m still here. Well that’s a big decision, and it’s not one that you absolutely have to make today. And I coulda told ya that you two needed a bigger place! Well, I have to go take my medicine. I’ll talk to you in a couple days. Love you.”

“I love you too mum.” Ross heard the click on her end. He felt horrible. He could tell that she was in a hurry to get off the phone with him. Maybe he should’ve waited to tell his mum about his talk with Demelza yesterday. He knew how much she wanted grandkids, and the thought of not ever having any probably hit her pretty hard. The mother and son have just always been so close and he’s always been able to tell her almost anything, but maybe he should’ve waited on this. He noticed that Demelza stopped playing, and heard her footsteps on the stairs.

Demelza padded her way into the bedroom with two mugs of coffee in one hand and a mug of hot tea in the other and a smile on her face, “Morning! Coffee, tea or meeee!”

Ross laughed at Demelza’s play on the phrase, “Mmmm I’ll take you every time! Along with the coffee! Thank you gorgeous!” Demelza carefully leaned down and kissed him good morning. She couldn’t help but squeal when she felt something pinch her bottom, “Well, you are very welcome!” She took a sip of her tea and Ross was enjoying his coffee.

She heard a moan of approval from Ross when he took a drink, “Oh I hope that means I finally got it right? Is it good?” Demelza asked.

“It’s perfect, thank you,” Ross answered back. “Oh good! I don’t know why I’m so challenged at making coffee in that machine. I think we need to get a new one. Did I hear you talking with someone earlier?”

“Yes, mama called to check in. She’s more than ready to have her surgery over and done with. I still wish that she would come up to London and have her surgery here,” Ross was worried that his mum wasn’t getting the best care possible in Truro and had asked her a couple of times to have her treatment in London. Because you know, everything is better in London.

“Oh Ross, I don’t blame her. She has doctors that she’s comfortable with and doesn’t want to leave them for people she doesn’t know. I know you mean well. Maybe if she had come up here from the start and got a second opinion, but she didn’t so we just have to go with it. Besides, your father wouldn’t let her stick with doctors if he didn’t approve of them, yeah.”

Ross took another drink of his coffee, “I suppose you’re right. She did seem a little down though.” He didn’t tell Demelza why she was down.

“Did she? Did you speak with your father?”

“No, she didn’t mention him, so I don’t know where he was. Do you think I should try to speak with him when he isn’t around her?” Ross asked.

Demelza shrugged, “Mmmm I don’t know. You would probably know better than I would about that.”

“I’ll have to have a think on it.” Ross took Demelza’s cup and his cup and set them on the nightstand. Ross was looking at Demelza in her nightgown made of white eyelet material. It was sort of old fashioned but it looked beautiful on Demelza. “That is a lovely nightgown that you have on. What’s this material called?” Ross couldn’t help but notice Demelza’s ivory cleavage peeking out over the top of the nightgown.

Demelza smiled at his interest, “Why thank you sir. This is white eyelet. I’m glad that you like it, I just bought it a couple of days ago.”

Ross hummed, “I’m glad that you bought something for yourself. Did you buy yourself anything else?” Ross was playing with one of the strings that tied the nightgown together.

“Just some socks that look really warm, and another cardigan. I bought you some socks too, but they're still in the bag. Is that okay that I bought a few things?” Demela suddenly got a look on her face like a scared child.

Ross put his hand gently on Demelza’s cheek and brushed some hair out of her eyes. His eyebrows went up like a sad puppy dog, “Oh Demelza you don’t ever have to ask my permission to buy anything. I don’t want you to ever feel afraid to purchase something for yourself or for the house. You earn your money, you work hard for it. I’m just disappointed that you didn’t buy me a new nightgown too!” His lips curled up in a smile to get her to smile too.

She let out a big sigh, “Well, if you’re really good, the next time I go to Mark & Spencer’s I’ll buy you a new nightgown!”

They both laughed. Ross reached up and started untying Demelza’s nightgown, “Well, I think it would be grand if this nightgown was on the floor.” Ross sat up so that he could pull the nightgown off over Demelza’s head. He let out a sigh and looked at Demelza’s dreamy eyes, “That’s definitely much better.” He lifted one of her ivory hands to his mouth and gently kissed it. Then he made his way up her arm with kisses until he got to her neck. Demelza leaned her head over to give him more access. “Roooss” she moaned softly. She was often amazed at how quickly Ross could arouse her, make her weak at her knees. She put her hands in his hair to hold him close to her, to feel those beautiful curls.

Ross moved to kiss Demelza’s lips which she wholly accepted. Hot, messy kisses. Ross felt Demelza’s fingernails scratching his back, up and down. The sensation caused him to hiss and drop his head back. Demelza took the opportunity to attack his neck, sucking and biting. Ross lifted her from under her hips and placed her on top of him. Demelza raised up so that she could adjust Ross’s cock between her folds and lowered herself. They both moaned at the same time from the feeling of joining together.

Ross leaned back to look at her. There she was, his beautiful Cornish Goddess sitting on top of him with her creamy skin glowing and her red hair still wild from the previous night’s activities. She had this dreamy look in her blue eyes that took his breath away. He would never tire of seeing her like this. “I know this sounds corny, but if I died right now, I would die a happy man,” Ross whispered. She couldn’t help but giggle, “Oh Ross, I love you.”

Demelza was holding onto Ross’s shoulders and began to rise up and down on Ross. Demelza laid her head back hoping that Ross would attack her neck like she did his. She didn’t have to hope for very long. As soon as she felt his lips on her she shivered. She felt Ross’s hands on her hips again, helping her raise up and down on himself.

Demelza’s cleavage was flushed from the heat. He heard whimpering sounds come from Demelza, so he lowered a hand to where they joined so he could gently rub her sweet spot with his thumb. Ross lowered his head to Demelza’s shoulder. He loved the sounds that she was making. He knew she was getting close, and so was he. Demelza whispered, “Ross, please take me.”

All of a sudden Ross growled and rolled them over so that Demelza was on her back beneath him. He didn’t even lose connection with her. Even though the previous day and a half had been filled with lovemaking, their lips felt desperate to connect with each other, full of passion and heat. Demelza wrapped her legs around Ross’s waist and locked her ankles. When they were in this position, it made her feel like they were one. Soon both of their breathing picked up and Ross was entering her faster. The intensity was building. They were staring into each other's eyes as they came to their end, tears in both of their eyes from the feelings they shared. Ross collapsed on top of Demelza in exhaustion, both of them trying to catch their breath. Demelza could feel the stickiness from the sweat on Ross’s back but she didn’t care. She just wanted to enjoy this moment full of love and passion for each other. Then she had a question.

“Ross.”

“Hmmm.”

She could hear the sleepiness in his response, “Is it like this for every couple?”

Ross’s head was still laying down on her breast, “What do you mean?”

“Well, I just wondered, well we’ve been a couple like this for a while now, and our lovemaking is still very passionate and frequent. Is it like this for couples who live together or who are married?”

Ross raised his head to look at his love, “Baby, I don’t know. I’ve really only had one long term relationship, and most of that was spent apart because of Uni. I’ve never lived with anyone else except for you. I mean, I’ve heard husbands complain after being married for a while, after kids, that it’s not the same, but I don’t know if that’s just talk.”

“Oh. Well, what about your parents?” Demelza asked.

“My parents! Bloody fucking hell Demelza! Do you really want to put that image in my mind!! And here in bed with you! Christ on a bike!”

Demelza was laughing at Ross. “Judas Ross! Well they seem very loving toward each other, so I just wondered.”

“Yes, they are still very loving towards each other, and I just assume, Judas, I can’t believe that I’m going to say this, I’m just assuming that they are still very active …. Sexually.“ Demelza couldn’t help but laugh at Ross. “In fact, when I was growing up I walked in on them twice! And Demelza, a kid just can’t un-see that! It’s burned in my mind forever! Fuck, I need to go brush my teeth and take a shower now after that. Care to join me?”

“Sure, but we just need to get clean. No funny business. Don’t forget we have dinner plans for tonight!”

“Yeah, yeah, yeah.”

Demelza loved watching his naked arse walk away from her!

Demelza was still giggling at Ross, yelling out to him, “Ross, you said ‘Judas’!!

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It was in the shower soaping each other up that they noticed the marks that they had left on each other!

“Judas Ross!”

He was looking around thinking there was a spider in the shower, “What? What’s wrong?”

She put her hand up to her mouth, “Your neck! I’m so sorry, I didna realise that I sucked that hard!”

Ross got a smile on his face, “Oh really? Is it that big?”

“I’m afraid it’s in a spot that might be hard to cover up! I’m so sorry! That was careless of me,” Demelza was upset with herself.

Ross just laughed, “Baby it’s okay, I’ll just wear a turtleneck tonight! No big deal.” Then he started looking around Demelza’s neck and spotted a mark on her neck as well, "Um well, it looks like you’re going to need a turtleneck as well!”

“What!? Really?” She started pulling down her skin like she could see it on herself making Ross laugh. “Ross, stop laughing! It’s not funny! We’re too old to be giving each other bite marks!”

“Oh dear, just a minute ago you were worried that we were going to stop having sex and now you’re upset because you have a couple of hickies on your neck!” Ross couldn’t stop smiling.

“A couple! A couple! Dammit Ross!” Demelza rushed out of the shower to look in the mirror. “Where? I don’t see two hickies, just the one!” Ross was really laughing now! “Ross Poldark you wanker!!” She stuck her hand in the shower and turned the cold water on full blast!

“Fuck Demelza that’s cold! Shit!!” He jumped out of the shower.

Demelza stuck her tongue out at him, “Now who’s laughing!”

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Demelza was downstairs preparing a snack for the two of them so as not to spoil their appetite for dinner out tonight. Ross was still upstairs getting dressed and looking at his suits for the week coming up. Demelza was right about the hickey on his neck, he was going to have to cover it up somehow. He noticed his duffle bag in the bottom of the closet and what was hiding in it. He shut the bedroom door and pulled out his mother’s engagement ring. He opened the box to look at it. It was just as beautiful as ever. Set in rose gold, it might not have the biggest centre diamond in the world, probably not even a half carrot, but the way the middle round diamond was cut, it was brilliant and sparkled like a thousand carrots in the world. And the smaller round diamonds around the centre diamond just added to the daintiness of the ring.

What am I waiting for? A special weekend away? We’ve just spoken about having children, and even though Demelza’s not sure about them, do I really want to leave her if she doesn’t want to have kids? I just can’t see myself doing that. I’m so happy with her. I can’t imagine breaking up with her. I love our life together and I don’t want anyone else. I’ve already told her that I would support her in her decision if she doesn’t want children. So what else is there, Poldark???

“Ross are you still upstairs?” he heard Demelza yelling.

He opened the door, “Yeah, I’ll be right down.” He pulled the ring from the box and put it in his pocket.

Demelza had put a platter of veggies and dip with cheese and crackers on the coffee table with some drinks. “Are you in the mood for a movie?” she asked.

Then Ross spotted the backgammon game and got an idea. “Nah. How about a game of backgammon?” He walked over to get the game and set it on the coffee table next to the food.

Demelza was kind of surprised that he suggested backgammon because she always beat him! “Really? Alright, sounds like fun. We haven’t played in a while. Maybe you’ll win this time!”

“Haha very funny Dem! What time are we meeting Dr and Mrs Enys?”

Demelza laughed at how Ross referred to Caroline and Dwight, “6:30, so we have time for a game or two.” Demelza started setting up the board.

“Sounds grand,” Ross replied with a smile. They got comfy on the floor, sitting on pillows on opposite sides of the coffee table. They rolled one dye to see who would go first, and Demelza won of course. “Dammit! It’s starting already!”

“We don’t have to play if you don’t want to. We could play chess. We haven’t played that in a while,” Demelza offered to play the game that Ross was more skilled at playing.

Ross held up his hand, “No, no I can handle it. Go ahead, start the game.”

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Ross couldn’t keep his mind on the game, nervous as to how he’s going to pull off his plan. Demelza had noticed that he was a little jittery, but she just thought it was because he was losing the game.

Demelza just landed on one of Ross’s stones and placed it on the bar, making that two stones on the bar for Ross. “Ross, what is wrong with you? Two stones on the bar, that’s not very good!”

“Damnit, I know, I know,” Ross answered back. He was trying to keep his eye on Demelza’s dice cup, but she kept picking it up and playing with it. He had to distract her somehow. He was taking his time making his next move. “Do we have any more dip?”

“I’m not sure. I’ll go check, but don’t roll your dice until I get back!”

“Of course not! Cheeky you!”

Demelza got up and went into the kitchen and Ross made his move. He took the engagement ring out of his pocket and quietly placed it in her dice cup with his shaking hands. Then he quickly set up his cell phone to record casually sitting on the sofa behind him. After all, he had to get this on video!

Demelza came back into the livingroom with more dip and sat back down, “Alright, this is the last of it. Go ahead and roll.”

“Thanks, babe.” Ross rolled the dice and it was the right number to get one of his stones back in play. “Yes!!! Today is my lucky day!!”

“We’ll see. You still have one more stone on the bar.” Demelza was shaking the dice in the dice cup, unaware that there is a special shiny something in the dice cup. She emptied out the contents of the cup on the board. At first she didn’t notice because she was busy looking at the dice, then all of a sudden she let out the shrillest scream that Ross has ever heard! “WHAAAAAAAAAAAAAA WHAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA” she jumped up to stand up and was covering her mouth with one hand and with the other was shaking a finger at the board!!! “Ross! Rooosss! What is that?” She was moving from one foot to the other!

“I don’t know, what is it that you’re staring at?”

She was still dancing from one foot to the other. Ross was getting a kick out of the scene. It was actually more of a reaction than he thought he would get out of Demelza. “Stop it Ross!”

Ross picked up the ring and stood up and took a step towards Demelza, and then got down on one knee.

“Demelza, my love. I know things have moved quickly between us. Lord knows, you hit me like a freight train on that aeroplane just a few short months ago. I had been doing my best to stay away from long term relationships, but I couldn’t help myself with you. I’m pretty sure that I fell in love, hopelessly in love with you on that aeroplane. I promise to support you in your hopes, your dreams, your career, if you will just do me the honour of becoming my wife and my partner for life. Will you marry me Demelza?”

Demelza’s whole body was shaking, and she just dropped to her knees. Tears were streaming down her cheeks, her blue eyes sparkling more than ever, one shaky hand covering her mouth. She felt like she was breathing so hard that she was going to pass out. Softly she said, “Oh Ross. Yes, of course I’ll marry you!”

Ross had the most joyous look on his face, “You will? Really?”

“Of course I will!” She held out her left hand, and Ross placed the ring on the ring finger of her left hand. He cupped Demelza’s face in his hands and gave her the most loving kiss. He didn’t want it to end. He pulled away and looked back down at the ring.

“It fits! I wasn’t sure if it would!”

Demelza gasped at the ring, “Oh Ross it’s perfect! I love it!”

Ross was grinning from ear to ear, “You do! It’s my mum’s! I’m so glad that you like it.”

Demelza was already moving her hand to watch it sparkle, “How could I not love it? It really is beautiful, and I love that it was your mum’s. And it does fit perfectly. I thought her hands were a wee bit larger than mine.”

“I think they are now, but they didn’t used to be.” He looked up in her eyes, “Oh Demelza you’ve made me so happy!

“Judas Ross, you’ve made me so happy. I had no idea that you were planning something like this! How long have you been planning on proposing?”

Ross realised that they were still sitting on the floor in an awkward position, so he helped Demelza up to sit on the sofa. “Honestly, just since I came out of the shower! I’ve had the ring since Nampara. Mama gave it to me when we were there, but I had no idea in my head when I would propose. This weekend has been so special, and I just couldn’t think of why I should wait, so here we are!” He leaned in and kissed her again, and leaned his forehead against hers.

“Is that why you wanted to play backgammon so badly?” Demelza’s was lighter and full of hope.

Ross laughed, “Yep! The idea just came to my head when I came downstairs and spotted the game! I was sweating it too. You kept playing with your dice cup and wouldn’t put it down! I was going out of my mind waiting for the perfect moment. So I finally had you go get more dip so I could put the ring in your cup and set up my phone to record!”

Now Demelza was laughing, “Well, aren’t you the sneaky one! And I’m so glad that you are! I can’t wait to tell Caroline and Dwight tonight! Caroline will scream almost as loud as I did!”

“I’m sure she will. But before we go, can we call my parents? I don’t want them to hear about it on Facetime.”

“Oh aye, do you wanna do that now?” Demelza asked.

“If that’s alright with you?”

“Of course.” Demelza was watching her ring sparkle again. “I can’t believe this is really happening to me!” Ross took her in his arms. “You can believe it. You make me so happy, Demelza.”

Ross called his mother, “Ross! I didn’t expect to hear from you again today. Is anything wrong?”

“No mama, everything’s perfect. Is da there with you?”

“Well yeah, he’s sitting right here with me, do you want to talk to him?’ Grace was really confused now.

“Let’s skype so I can talk to the both of you.”

“Okay, go ahead,” said Grace.

Joshua yelled, “I’m here Ross. What’s going on?”

“Hi da. Well I have Demelza here with me too.”

Demelza waved into the phone, “Hello everyone! How are you!”

Grace was getting impatient now, “Ross for heaven’s sake, what is going on!”

Ross was chuckling at his mother’s impatience, “We have some news for you. I just asked Demelza to marry me, and she said yes! Isn’t that great”

Grace and Joshua both gasped at the same time. “Oh Ross, Demelza! That makes us so happy!” Grace said.

“Absolutely, that’s the best news! Congratulations to the both of you and welcome to the family Demelza! We will love having you as our daughter!” Joshua added.

The tears started again for Demelza, “Oh goodness, you’ve got me in tears again. That’s so sweet of you both to say! I’m so lucky to be a part of your wonderful family!”

“And mama, Demelza is wearing your ring, and it fits perfectly!” Ross told his mother.

Grace was crying, “Oh that makes my heart happy! Demelza I hope that it gives you as much happiness as it has for me all of these years. And who knows, maybe you can pass it down to your first born.” That statement took Ross back since he had just spoken with his mother earlier about the possibility of not having any children.

Demelza grabbed Ross’s hand, “Thank you so much Grace. I love it. It’s so beautiful, and it really does fit perfectly.”

Ross looked at Demelza, “It’s like it was meant to be.” He wiped the tears from Demelza’s face.

Grace wiped her tears so that she could talk some more, “Yes, I think it certainly was. Oh Demelza, you are the perfect fit for Ross. I’m so grateful that he found you!”

Joshua noticed his wife looking tired and overwhelmed by the news, “Ross, I think we are going to hang up now, so you two can finish celebrating. I think your mother is ready for a kip. Congratulations again to the both of you. We love you!”

Ross’s chin started to tremble, “We love you too da. Thank you for everything. I love you!” Ross disconnected the call. Demelza was rubbing his shoulder and wrapped him up in a hug. Ross finally pulled back, wiping his own tears, “Hey, no more tears now, yeah? How’s about we take some pictures and selfies!”

The giddy couple took selfies together in different positions, of course showing the left hand with the ring, and then pictures of just the ring. Demelza wrapped her arms around Ross’s neck, "Sooo, after dinner tonight with Caroline and Dwight, we can post a few pictures, yeah!”

Ross looked deep into her eyes, “Yeah.” He rubbed his nose against Demelza’s and kissed her lips softly, and then again and again melting into her, kissing her ear, moving down to her neck with open mouth kisses. Then Ross felt a wet tongue on his cheek and it wasn’t Demelza’s, “Seamus! Get back boy! Go on, quit licking me!” Demelza was laughing at Seamus giving love to Ross and interrupting their celebration. Seamus knocked Ross over and was licking his master all over his face! Ross was laughing so hard, but he’d much rather be kissing his new fiance. “Come on Seamus get up now! Enough!” Ross was finally able to get Seamus off of him and stand up. “Well, so much for a celebratory snog!” He looked at his watch, “It’s almost time to go meet Caroline and Dwight, I need to change before we go.” “Yeah, I guess I do too, but we can finish this later.” Demelza stated. “Well, I’m looking forward to it, Mrs. Poldark,” Ross raised his eyebrow at Demelza and gave her another kiss.

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Ross came down the steps dressed and ready to go to dinner, to find Demelza standing by the front window moving the engagement ring around to see it sparkle in the light. The diamond was almost as brilliant as the smile on her face. Ross quietly walked up behind her and wrapped his arms around her waist, kissing her ear, “Hello Mrs Poldark!”

Demelza turned around in Ross’s arms and looked up at him, “Not yet! Don’t jinx us!” She put her hands on Ross’s turtleneck to smooth it out.

Ross leaned down to kiss the side of her forehead, “Are you happy?”

“Oh Ross, I’ve never been happier. I can’t believe this has all happened to me. But Ross, are you sure you want to get married? You didn’t propose just because you thought it was the right thing to do?”

Ross furrowed his brow, “What the hell are you talking about Demelza? Of course I want to marry you! I proposed to you because I love you and I want to spend the rest of my life with you. Why would you think otherwise?”

“Well, we really haven’t talked much about getting married, and we’ve only just mentioned whether or not to have children. I don’t want you to regret it down the line if we..don’t have children.”

Ross let out a sigh, “You’re right, we haven’t really talked about marriage formally, but we’ve talked about long term. And as far as children go, if you decide that you really, really don’t want to have children, then I will respect that. But I think that we should have future conversations about it before that decision is made. But no matter what, I will still love you, and I will still want you to be my wife. Understood?” Ross leaned down and lifted her chin up with a finger. “Hey love, I don’t want anyone else but you, okay? I am very happy and I hope you are too.”

Demelza looked up into his whiskey eyes, “I am very happy. I just wanted to make sure you are.”

Ross smiled, “Well, then it’s settled. Are you ready to go meet the Enys’s?”

Demelza laughed, “You better not let Caroline hear you call them that!”

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Ross and Demelza arrived at the restaurant, ready to make the big announcement. Demelza had insisted that they both try to wear something to cover up their hickies, so Ross was wearing a turtleneck jumper, and Demelza was wearing a scarf, so hopefully Caroline wouldn’t figure it out. Ross hadn’t been able to wipe the smile off his face since they’d left the house. He grabbed Demelza’s hand and kissed it before opening the door of the restaurant. The hostess showed them to the table where Dwight and Caroline were sitting. Ross whispered to her to bring three bottles of Proseco over to the table. Dwight and Caroline stood to greet their friends and exchange hugs and kisses, then everyone sat down in a cosy booth.

Dwight had a big smile on his face, “So how is everyone doing? We haven’t seen much of each other since New Year’s.”

Demelza was doing her best to hold her hands under the table until the right moment. She could have sworn that Caroline was staring at her, so she was trying to focus on Dwight.

Ross pushed his sleeves up a bit and put one arm around Demelza’s shoulders, “Oh we’ve been busy with Demelza’s schedule at the orchestra and the private lessons that she’s taking. I’m hoping to be moved to the charity division shortly so that will be fun learning new things. How about you two? Are you still picking up extra shifts at the A&E?”

Caroline butted in, “No he’s not, he’s much too busy with me to be picking up extra shifts. Aren’t you darling?”

Dwight shook his head, “Whatever you say darling. Whatever you say!” That made Ross laugh really loud, throwing his head back to show his almost perfect white teeth.

Demelza had been looking around the restaurant, “I don’t think I’ve ever been here before. Have you Caroline? I wonder what’s good here?”

Just then the server brought over two bottles of Proseco and four glasses. Dwight furrowed his brow, “Hey mate, we didn’t order Proseco!”

The server stopped pouring and looked at Ross. “Actually, I ordered the Proseco, so keep pouring!” The server finished pouring into the four glasses and left the two couples.

Dwight looked at Ross confused, “What’s the occasion?”

Ross looked at Demelza like he was going to burst, “Well, I asked Demelza to marry me, and she said yes!” He gave Demelza a quick kiss and then she raised her left hand to show off her ring! And as expected, Caroline shrieked loudly enough for the whole restaurant to turn around and stare at them! Dwight was shaking his head at Caroline, and Ross was laughing even louder while he scooted out of the booth so that Demelza and Caroline could get up to hug and scream some more while Caroline looked at the ring. It was obvious enough to the rest of the restaurant patrons that they all started clapping!

“Oh my God Demelza why didn’t you tell me!!” Caroline said.

“I did, I did! It just happened a couple hours ago!” Demelza said.

“Oh my gosh! Let me see it again!”

Demelza showed off the ring to Caroline again, “It’s Ross’s mum’s engagement ring! And it fits perfectly!”

Caroline put her hand over her heart, “Oh Demelza that’s so sweet! And it’s beautiful, and very vintage! Ross, I’m so mad at you, why didn’t you tell me that you were going to propose to my best friend!!!”

Ross raised his hands, “Sorry Caroline, I didn’t know that I was supposed to clear it with you first! I didn’t even tell Dwight!”

“No he didn’t,” said Dwight. “Although you did tell me that you brought the ring back from Nampara.”

Caroline smacked Dwight on the arm, “And you didn’t even tell me that! Dr. Enys! How could you keep me in the dark!”

Ross was laughing at Caroline, “Caroline he kept you in the dark, so that you wouldn’t blab to Demelza that I brought the ring back with me!”

Caroline gasped at Ross. Demelza just smiled watching all of the exchanges going on.

Dwight raised his glass, “Well, I must make a toast for this most auspicious occasion, to the beautiful, intelligent, talented Demelza, who swept my best mate off of his feet and was finally able to make him a deliriously happy man for the first time in his life. To Demelza!” They all raised their glasses to toast to Demelza which made her face turn redder than her hair! That was the first of many toasts made that evening. By the end of the meal, Caroline and Demelza were sitting next to each other with their heads together already planning the wedding, and Dwight and Ross were sitting next to each other just taking it all in.

Dwight leaned into Ross, “Thanks a lot mate.”

Ross looked at him, “For what?”

“For putting more pressure on me to propose now! They’re probably planning a double wedding as we speak!”

Ross laughed at his best friend, “Sorry about that mate. I didn’t even think about that.” He picked up the second empty Proseco bottle. “Should I order another one?”

“No! I have to work in the morning,” Dwight yelled at him. “So, I suppose that any issues were worked out? Since you proposed so quickly?”

Ross was shaking his head, “You suppose correctly my friend. And I’m going to start looking for a new place.”

Dwight’s eyebrows raised, “Really? I thought you liked your place?”

“Oh I do, but it’s much too small. Demelza needs a proper music room, and I’d like a bigger office, and Seamus could use a bigger garden. And you know, some extra bedrooms for guests.”

“Or babies?” Dwight said, looking at Ross.

Ross shrugged his shoulders, “Possibly.”

Dwight smiled at Ross’s comment, “I imagine Grace and Joshua were very happy with the announcement.”

Demelza had turned from Caroline to look at Ross. Dwight had a big grin on his face, “Yes, they were very happy. We facetimed so they could see Demelza wearing the ring.”

Dwight was nodding and then furrowed his brow, “Sooo do you have an idea of when the wedding will be? Before or after Grace’s surgery?”

Demelza looked at Ross, “We hadn’t thought of her surgery. Is that an issue, Dwight?”

Dwight shook his head, “It could be. Recovery time could vary a lot. She’ll have tubes and drains in for quite a while. And there’s always a risk of infection with those. Has the surgery been scheduled yet?”

“No, they want her to do more chemo first, which she’s not happy about. So this recovery time, what do you think, two months, three months?” Ross asked.

“Mmmore like four to six months, longer if infection sets in. It can take a lot out of a woman.”

Demelza spoke up, “Do you think we should have the wedding before the surgery?”

Dwight squinted, “I don’t want to tell you what to do, but if you don’t get married before her surgery, you might want to wait until she’s fully recovered, maybe a year down the road. Sorry if I just spoiled any plans.”

“No, I’m glad you spoke up, Dwight. I guess we will need to talk about it when we get home,” Demelza responded in a low tone.

Caroline noticed the look on Demelza’s face, “Well it doesn’t matter, Dem. Either way I will make sure that you have the wedding of your dreams! Just leave everything to me!”

Demelza put her hand on top of Caroline’s, “Thanks Caroline.”

Ross was watching Demelza. They will have a lot to decide in the next couple of days. He stood up and reached out a hand to Demelza, “Well my love, it’s getting late and I think it’s time we head home.”

Demelza stood up and took his hand, “Are you going to be okay to drive?”

Dwight and Caroline both looked up at Ross. “Don’t look at us, we took a Lyft, mate,” Dwight said. “You want to share one with us?”

Ross’s permanent smile was still on his face, “Well, yeah I guess we probably should.” They all laughed at Ross.

Caroline stood up, “Oh and by the way…” she walked over to Ross and pulled down his turtleneck to expose the love bites, and then pulled Demelza’s scarf off, “You two are so busted!!!”

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Ross and Demelza practically fell through the front door laughing their head off after leaving Dwight and Caroline in the Lyft car. The Prosecco had definitely gone to their heads. Ross had loudly shut the front door and locked it, stirring up Seamus in the process. He was bouncing around and jumping up on Ross, practically knocking him over, which really didn’t take much effort given Ross’s intoxicated state. Luckily Ross was able to catch himself on the couch.

“Ross are you alright?”

“Yes, yes I’m fine. I better let this mongrel outside. Come on boy, let's head out the back door.”

Demelza followed them to the kitchen. Demelza yawned, “Okay, I’m gonna grab us a couple of bottles of water and head upstairs, yeah?”

Ross shook his head, “Sounds good. I’ll be up as soon as I take care of Seamus.”

Demelza stood at the fridge and took off her shoes, unzipped her pants and took them off and laid them on the kitchen island, and then grabbed the water and headed upstairs.

Ross came back inside with Seamus and locked the door and gave him some water and started to head upstairs. He stopped at the island and noticed Demelza’s pants laying on it, along with her shoes. He chuckled and picked them up and took them upstairs, groaning on the way up.

He found Demelza sitting on the bed attempting to remove her blouse but it was tangled with the scarf that she had worn to hide the love bites.

Ross stood and looked at her fighting with her clothes. “Oh love, here, let me help you before you rip your blouse.” He was able to untangle the scarf and then worked on unbuttoning her blouse, “Demelza, my love, do you know what I found downstairs on the kitchen island?”

“Hmmm?”

Ross was starting to giggle at this point, “I found your pants and your shoes on the kitchen island! I didn’t think you’d had that much to drink?”

“What did you say? Nooo, I don’t think that you drunk that much? Did I?”

Ross couldn’t help but smile at this beautiful person before him. This was only the second time he had seen Demelza tipsy, so it tickled him to watch her right now. He sat down on the bed next to her and turned her back towards him so he could unhook her bra. He started rubbing her back, “There, better?”

Demelza nodded her head. “Mmmmuch better. Thanks you much very for taking care of me, Ross.”

Ross couldn’t help but laugh at Demelza’s backward words. “You’re welcome much very.” Ross started kissing the back of her neck and her back, giving her shivers. Ross chuckled.

Demelza jumped and gasped, “Ross!”

Ross jumped, “What? What’s wrong?”

“We have to tell Drake! We have to call him!” she exclaimed.

Ross closed his eyes and smiled, “We will baby, but tomorrow. It’s too late tonight to call him tonight, yeah?”

“Oh yeah, right.”

“Right, I’m going to go to the bathroom and get ready for bed, okay?”

“Okay. I love you Ross.”

Ross was giggling, “I love you too Demelza. I’ll be right out in a bit.”

Ross went into the bathroom to get ready for bed. Demelza took off her earrings and her bracelet and climbed under the covers to get comfortable.

Ross came out of the bathroom ready for a night of lovemaking to celebrate their engagement. He stepped through the door in just his boxers, ready to give Demelza a corny, sexy pose, only to find her asleep under the blankets with a smile on her face, her red hair scattered on the pillow around her head.

He leaned against the door frame and just smiled at the vision in front of him. “Oh well my love, there’s always tomorrow night.” He tip-toed around the room to turn off the lights and climbed into bed beside her. He leaned over and gently kissed her head and settled in behind her to wrap his arm around her. “Good night my fiance!”

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The engagement ring Ross gave Demelza! You might have to click on the link twice.

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femmmie · 1 year ago

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The vampire trilogy

If you want to read my ianthony vampire fic in one post :[ <3 here ya go.

word count: 3.375 fandom: Smosh characters: Ian Hecox, Anthony Padilla, Amanda Lehan-Canto, Mari Takahashi, Courtney Miller, mystery lady warnings: blood, sex, vampirism? 18+ other themes: time travel, magic

"Turn me"

Shayne was the first to go missing.

Anthony entered the Smosh office, whistling and humming.

"Hi Ian!" He said with a smile. None of his brooding cool guy energy today.

"Good morning!" Ian said smiling but his eyes frowned a bit. "I'm afraid we're missing one person today! He hasn't called or anything. I'm honestly a bit worried."

"Who's missing?"

"Shayne was supposed to do two videos already but he's MIA."

"Oh, I'm sure he's just lost while hiking again or something like that!" Anthony reassured Ian. He put his hand on his best friend's shoulder.

Ian looked at him with a half smile. "Thank you for trying to make me feel better."

"Everything for you," Anthony said in a low voice and caressed Ian's cheek. For a minute Ian looked at him funny, like he saw something behind his eyes, but Anthony just laughed and went on with his day, filling in some of the shootings Shayne was still supposed to be at.

Late at night Anthony got a call from Ian.

"Anthony, I'm scared. Shayne is still missing. We've filed a missing person report with the police. I hope he's alright, I hope he really IS just hiking and got lost, the idiot, hah.. no I can't laugh about it Anthony.. please pick up your phone.."

But Anthony was busy...

Noah was showering when suddenly two strong hands grabbed his shoulders. He'd always thought he would scream if that would happen to him. But his throat made no sound. He was paralyzed as two sharp fangs penetrated his neck and sucked him dry. He was dead on the spot.

Anthony entered the Smosh office with a spring in his step. He didn't see anybody until he got to Ian's office. He was sat there, with bags under his eyes. Courtney sat there with a hand on his back. Anthony suddenly didn't feel so perky anymore.

"What's going on?"

"If this is some kind of prank it's fucked up!" Ian cried.

"Shayne is still missing, and now Noah is gone as well..."

"What? Oh that's so weird," Anthony said, giving Courtney a cold stare. She looked back at him though, a little suspicion behind her eyes.

The next morning, Ian called Anthony.

"Why are you calling me so early, I'm still sleeping," Anthony whined.

"Shooting week is canceled! Anthony, we're under attack. Some psycho is killing us one by one!"

"Wha..?"

"Yes Anthony, and you better come to my house, I have the better security."

"I guess.. see you in a bit then."

Anthony drove up to Ian's house and knocked on the door. Ian answered.

"Wow, you look terrible!"

"Thanks. Come inside."

Anthony smiled with one eyebrow raised and stepped inside. Ian immediately put something around his neck. It burned and Anthony cursed but couldn't touch it, it was hot and horrible. He whined and cried.

"What have you done to me, Ian?"

"So it's true? You're a fucking vampire?"

"Hey, it's pretty neat, please take this thing off of me!"

"You killed Shayne, Noah AND Courtney?!"

Anthony looked Ian straight into his blue eyes.

"And Chanse, and Keith, and Garret, all the people you supposedly cared about, however now you can finally see clearly, Ian. It's supposed to be just you and me. I'll kill the others later, once you let me out of this thing - ouch!!"

Ian sat crying, looking at his best friend just confessing murder without remorse. He couldn't believe it.

Courtney had called him panicked and in distress. "Ian please, save yourself! It's Anthony! The killer is Anthony, Ian!! He's a vampi-"

That was the last he ever heard of Courtney. He'd not needed to do any research on vampires. He immediately went to downtown LA and bought a kinky silver collar and collected his courage to call Anthony to his house.

"How could you do this? How did you become... this?"

"Ian... don't you remember how hurt I was that you wouldn't come with me, run away with me? I couldn't take it anymore, Ian. I went on a path of self destruction but I was saved... if you can call it that."

Anthony's body contorted as if in more physical pain than the collar.

"When I was turned, I thought I would finally not feel anymore, but the opposite was true. I feel everything so much, Ian. The only way to feel better, is TO KILL!! In fact everything is great after a kill like I feel two lives at once"

His beautiful brown eyes were tearing up as well.

"Please, Ian, it's better this way, we can be together, just the two of us, and we'll be happy together Ian, don't you remember that night at the balconnee... I never felt as much love for you as I did then, Ian, and ever since I'm back at the company there's all these people and I can't focus on you!"

Ian was heaving from crying, he slowly shook his head.

"You're not my friend."

"Yes I am! Don't you see it, Ian? We make sense."

"It doesn't make sense to kill, Anthony."

"It doesn't make sense that I'm a vampire either."

Ian laughed bitterly. "I guess it doesn't."

"Ian, you have to know something..."

"You can't tell me anything that will make this situation worse so go ahead.."

"Ian, please..." Anthony grabbed Ian's hand. It felt warm and he could feel the pulse there.

"Ian, I, I love you, more than I ever loved anyone in my entire life."

"Then HOW could you HURT me this much?! First by leaving me and now by murdering my family.."

"I did it for us, Ian. For us.."

"Don't you get it Anthony, I love you too! I still love you.."

Ian collapsed on the ground and Anthony hunched beside him, caressing his dark blonde hair.

"This haircut is by far your best."

"I hate you."

Anthony pulled Ian back on his feet with ease, and kissed him. Ian seemed not to function at all. He just let it happen. His eyes didn't look anywhere.

"Come on Ian, I imagined our first kiss to be a bit more passionate than this..."

He kissed him again and placed kisses all along his neck. Finally, Ian moaned a bit. Anthony hungrily continued. But then Ian said something.

"Turn me."

"What?"

"I want to be what you are. I do t want to be a human anymore."

"Ian no, you have to live your life.."

"TURN ME!" Ian tugged hard at the silver collar and Anthony whined in despair. "Alright alright," he coughed. "Please let me out of this thing!"

Ian slowly undid the collar, and immediately, Anthony was all over him. Undressing him, caressing him... and biting him. He sank his fangs into Ian's tender neck, who was now screaming in desperate pleasure. He sucked and sucked until there was no blood left. Just before the light left Ian's mesmerizing blue eyes, he fed him his own blood. Ian dropped down onto ground.

Let's go outside

Shayne was the first to go missing.

Anthony entered the Smosh office, whistling and humming.

"Hi Ian!" He said with a smile. None of his brooding cool guy energy today.

"Good morning!" Ian said smiling but his eyes frowned a bit. "I'm afraid we're missing one person today! He hasn't called or anything. I'm honestly a bit worried."

"Who's missing?"

"Shayne was supposed to do two videos already but he's MIA."

"Oh, I'm sure he's just lost while hiking again or something like that!" Anthony reassured Ian. He put his hand on his best friend's shoulder.

Ian looked at him with a half smile. "Thank you for trying to make me feel better."

Late at night Anthony got a call from Ian.

But Anthony was busy...

"What's going on?"

"If this is some kind of prank it's fucked up!" Ian cried.

"Shayne is still missing, and now Noah is gone as well..."

"What? Oh that's so weird," Anthony said, giving Courtney a cold stare. She looked back at him though, a little suspicion behind her eyes.

The next morning, Ian called Anthony.

"Why are you calling me so early, I'm still sleeping," Anthony whined.

"Shooting week is canceled! Anthony, we're under attack. Some psycho is killing us one by one!"

"Wha..?"

"Yes Anthony, and you better come to my house, I have the better security."

"I guess.. see you in a bit then."

Anthony drove up to Ian's house and knocked on the door. Ian answered.

"Wow, you look terrible!"

"Thanks. Come inside."

"What have you done to me, Ian?"

"So it's true? You're a fucking vampire?"

"Hey, it's pretty neat, please take this thing off of me!"

"You killed Shayne, Noah AND Courtney?!"

Anthony looked Ian straight into his blue eyes.

Ian sat crying, looking at his best friend just confessing murder without remorse. He couldn't believe it.

Courtney had called him panicked and in distress. "Ian please, save yourself! It's Anthony! The killer is Anthony, Ian!! He's a vampi-"

"How could you do this? How did you become... this?"

Anthony's body contorted as if in more physical pain than the collar.

His beautiful brown eyes were tearing up as well.

Ian was heaving from crying, he slowly shook his head.

"You're not my friend."

"Yes I am! Don't you see it, Ian? We make sense."

"It doesn't make sense to kill, Anthony."

"It doesn't make sense that I'm a vampire either."

Ian laughed bitterly. "I guess it doesn't."

"Ian, you have to know something..."

"You can't tell me anything that will make this situation worse so go ahead.."

"Ian, please..." Anthony grabbed Ian's hand. It felt warm and he could feel the pulse there.

"Ian, I, I love you, more than I ever loved anyone in my entire life."

"Then HOW could you HURT me this much?! First by leaving me and now by murdering my family.."

"I did it for us, Ian. For us.."

"Don't you get it Anthony, I love you too! I still love you.."

Ian collapsed on the ground and Anthony hunched beside him, caressing his dark blonde hair.

"This haircut is by far your best."

"I hate you."

Anthony pulled Ian back on his feet with ease, and kissed him. Ian seemed not to function at all. He just let it happen. His eyes didn't look anywhere.

"Come on Ian, I imagined our first kiss to be a bit more passionate than this..."

He kissed him again and placed kisses all along his neck. Finally, Ian moaned a bit. Anthony hungrily continued. But then Ian said something.

"Turn me."

"What?"

"I want to be what you are. I do t want to be a human anymore."

"Ian no, you have to live your life.."

"TURN ME!" Ian tugged hard at the silver collar and Anthony whined in despair. "Alright alright," he coughed. "Please let me out of this thing!"

My time is now

Amanda was pacing up and down her apartment. She was in deep thought, half-prayer even, though she didn't believe in god. But if vampires were real, what else was there out there? Had her dad been right all along?

She stroked the sheathe of a blade that was clothed in old rags. Trying to steady her breath, repeating to herself:

"Your whole life, it's been leading up to this. Your whole life..." she stopped pacing. Resolve and determination filled her. She had remembered something her dad had said.

"Amanda, you will play an important part in this world and make it a better place. Indeed, you will rid it of dark forces one day, when it's your time. You'll know when it happens."

"My time is now."

Her phone lay on her table, the text still up:

"Amanda, please. We have become monsters, murderers, vampires... Anthony turned me. This needs to stop. Please believe me. Ian"

She picked up the phone and called a number.

"Moshi moshi"

"Mari, it's time."

"Oh shit!"

"I'm dead serious. The Darkness has engulfed Ian and Anthony."

"Oh... shit. I'll be right there."

The beautiful Japanese American woman knocked on Amanda's door.

"Come quickly."

Amanda opened and shut the door fast.

"So, do you have the amulets?"

Mari took two ancient amulets out of her sports bag and gave one to Amanda.

"This will only work for so long. We have to be quick or our geese will be cooked."

"Nice phrase."

"Arigato."

The two women dressed themselves in all black. Mari stole a look at Amanda, getting a glimpse of her red bra underneath her black shirt. Hot, she thought.

They solemnly walked to Mari's van, and drove to a park in Central LA.

"They should be preying on innocent people here."

The sun was setting behind the hills and sure enough they felt a sinister presence around them. Amanda took her night goggles out of her bag and looked around.

"They're definitely here. But I can't get any lock on them. They're simply too fast-"

And that they were. Before she could finish her sentence, both her and Mari were pinned against a tree by cold, evil versions, barely resembling Ian and Anthony. They were covered in blood and filth, their clothes ragged, their eyes sunken into their faces and a dark insanity lay there, casting shadows on everything they looked at.

"What have we here," Anthony croaked. "More cast members to kill ahahhah"

"We don't have to kill them, let's just scare them away. Nobody will believe them anyway." Ian looked just as evil as Anthony but some shred of humanity apparently still clung to him. He looked at Mari, who he had pinned against a birch tree.

"I always had such a crush on you. I still do..." He placed a kiss on her neck. Mari didn't protest.

Anthony stroked Amanda's cheek. "Your blood smells delicious. I would have wanted to kiss you, just like Ian has. We could have shared you..." And he bit her neck.

"Aargh!" He immediately contorted, hands covering his mouth. Amanda pressed her amulet, and a smoke came out of it. Ian didn't quite understand what was happening until it was too late. Both him and Anthony fainted.

"Now!" Mari shouted. They both took out their knives and drove them right through Ian and Anthony's hearts. Ian lay dead. A light came out of Anthony's bleeding chest. A white, shimmering light.

"A time stone!" Amanda gasped. She took it out of Anthony's carcass. As soon as she looked at it closely, she got so dizzy that she fell, down and down and down... it was like she was pulled backwards. She saw Anthony's last few years in reverse, his killings becoming less sophisticated, his human emotions still there, until... the very moment he became a vampire. She saw a beautiful woman stand there. White skin and black hair. Amanda jumped. And she was there. Right there.

"Don't! Please..."

"How did you get here?" The beautiful woman asked.

"Never mind that." Amanda said, putting the time stone in het pocket. "The important thing is, Anthony needs to stay human."

Anthony looked like a mess. Crying, draped over a grey couch like a rag. "I don't want to live anymore! I want this to end..."

"You don't know what you're saying!" Amanda retorted. "I know you don't know me and I also can't say anything! But you gotta believe me! Your life is going to get so much better."

Anthony looked up at her, a glimmer of hope behind his eyes.

"You can have him," the black haired beauty said. "I only like the truly desperate. You just saved this boy." And she vanished in a flash.

"Let's get you out of here." Amanda picked Anthony up and carried him with ease out of the abandoned apartment they were in. They were in Los Angeles, although Amanda didn't know exactly where. But the moment she stepped out into the light, she felt dizzy again, and this time, she fell forward. Further and further. She now saw Anthony's life, completely human. She saw him reconnecting with Ian, she saw him hug his best friend, she saw them buying back Smosh... and they were back at the park.

"Mari, long time no see!" Ian said in his goofy voice.

"Duuude, so crazy to walk into you guys! Me and Amanda were just jogging together, right?" Mari looked knowingly at Amanda.

"Yeah, just jogging and stuff!"

"I didn't know you two hung out," Ian smiled. "That's awesome. Let's get together sometime soon! Right now Anthony and I are prop shopping. We're thinking Halloween. Maybe vampire stuff?"

Amanda and Mari laughed a bit too hard. Amanda felt her pocket. The stone wasn't there anymore. She sighed in relief. "Yeah, go for it!"

Amanda and Mari walked back to the van.

"What happened?" Mari asked. Amanda told her the story.

"Wow, you're a time traveling hero! Let's... do that again sometime?" Mari looked expectantly at Amanda's lips.

"Yeah, whenever a supernatural evil appears again, I will know who to call."

"You can call me anytime, we could just hang," Mari said.

"Sure, let's do that. You can call me as well."

"Sweet!" They high-fived.

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sincelastsession · 6 months ago

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Today I took video footage of children unaccompanied by adults at the pool because I heard screaming and it freaked me out and there was no parents sitting outside watching them and I know what apartment they came from so I went to the office with the evidence of all of this and shared the office and deleted everything off of my phone immediately because I don't like to take pictures or videos of children because it's fucking weird However the office had asked me to give them evidence of this.

And then on the way back to my apartment the mother of the children walked past me and called me a fat stupid bitch and threatened to kill me under her breath or something to that effect And I just kept walking without saying anything back to my apartment.

Then I got angry because I was like oh no nobody's gonna fucking threaten me when I've lived here for 5 years and they haven't even been here 6 months yet.

And I go back to the office and the woman is speaking with office people about me and doesn't even realize that I'm there.

And I didn't realize it was her until that moment because I've only seen her sitting down and with different hair.

And for her to call me a fat bitch and all of that she is twice my size quite literally And apparently pregnant.

So I'm not wanting to have any confrontation with this woman so I asked the office after she walks out if we can schedule like a sit down mediation to where we can have like a talk and I can explain that I saw 2 old men down at the pool bothering her kids when she wasn't down there the other day and actually called the courtesy officer because I was very concerned and I heard them screaming and I heard one of the old men try to talk to 1 of the young children.

And I was also gonna let her know the reason that I'm calling voice complaints is that I have PTSD and I have never had a complaint about sound in the 5 years I've lived here and that has literally nothing to do with my PTSD flare or the autism burnout. I thought about that for a long time but it's not that because I know distinctively what that feels like.

And then I got fussed at by the office staff and then I started crying and one of them told me she would walk me back to my apartment and 1 of the children in the pool started laughing and said oh she's so scared she has to have the office staff walk her back to her apartment and it was an 8-year-old child and in that moment I wanted to go unlock the pool gate And insert mean horrible intrusive thoughts here.

But I didn't say anything the office staff lady told me she heard it and I went back up to my apartment and I had a full-blown meltdown PTSD freak out almost lost such of reality my mom had to come over my sister who I haven't spoken to in 6 months and her 3 black guy friends decided that they were just going to come over and that really upset me because I was not ready to see my sister or speak to her however her guy friends looked at the situation and one of them is in the military and the other 2 are more into like punk rock and art But there are people of colors so they surveyed the situation and Quietly talked amongst themselves and then told me what was happening is these people are definitely antagonizing me and they are trashy and it is probably because they think I'm racist or something. They told me it was in my best interest to just not engage with them unless there's a mediator present.

I was gonna get a roommate and I had to tell her I'm sorry I can no longer do that my neighbor has basically threatened me and said some nasty things to me I don't think it's safe for you to move in with me.

I really really really need help finding a good camera and if I have to just have a vent session on Thursday and look at good cameras with you on my laptop and your laptop that would be great.

Because my mother is spending the night tonight sleeping in a chair because she won't sleep in a bed and I'm still wide awake and terrified that they're going to do something even with somebody staying here with me.

And I would say it's on APTSD paranoid level but not lost touch with reality level.

I have been looking at this from all therapeutic angles and I have tried all my coping skills possible and I just very much need to find a safe quiet place to move even if it's just temporary and I understand that my parents are having money issues and I would rather figure out how to financially do this even if I have to take alone because I am worried about my mental and physical health now that I have been threatened.

These are the same people that have vandalized my apartment twice.

My sister should or might be calling to schedule an appointment with me.

I tried to speak with her about what happened and her story is drastically different than mine even though I remember every single detail she was flashed out angry and she was also inebriated On something during that time.

She said she didn't put her hands-on me at all which is very hard for me to believe because I remember it.

Basically she is stoned constantly and I can't help her about that and I can't help her about her drinking or her anger issues it's just not within my circle of control.

And her recount of what happened is absolutely not what happened

And she tried to gas light me to my face that I did things that I did not do.

And I haven't forgotten it because it's a trauma in my brain that replays since it happened.

She's telling me that I put my hands-on her first but she's totally forgetting a chunk of time where she rushed me before I went to pick up the object I threw which was a goddamn candle and I tried to explain to her this evening that if it wasn't the candle it would have been something else the candle was just in my hand and I was fucking pissed off because her and my father were both screaming at me at the same time and I was completely overwhelmed And then they both attacked me after she rushed me and I tried to get the candle and everybody says I pushed her but she was the one hitting me and pushing me and I Way twice as much as her if not more than that and there is no way that I would have tried to hurt her I was trying to keep her from hurting me and move her out of the way and tell her to get off of me.

And her feelings were just so hurt because she had tried very hard to find a candle in a scent that I liked and has this weird complex that she thinks that I hate every present that she gives me and I told her before it's not her. I don't like surprises. I don't dislike anything she's giving me. I don't always have a happy excited reaction to anything people give me. My entire life people have gotten mad and confused with me because I don't get super thrilled excited when I get a gift all the time. I'm of course happy about it I just don't always show the emotions correctly that they're looking for.

But she didn't really want to talk about it anymore and I told her we could shelve it and discuss it with you if you fall it necessary

I did want to discuss with her that she doesn't realize that she couldn't really hurt me and dad hurt me and I could have had them arrested for assault but she doesn't remember assaulting me conveniently.

And honestly I would just like to figure out how to communicate with a 22-year-old sister and squash the beef and move forward because the way she works and the way she acts and hermanipulation tactics it's just not worth arguing with her because it becomes exhausting because that's what she does to get her way she just wears people out.

And I don't hate her I love her to pieces and I cried out of stress but also because I didn't think that she and her 3 friends would come over to hang out and check out the situation.

It's really hard to tell that she cares because she seems to have a lot of anger issues and I can't tell if she's telling the truth or lying because she has lying issues as well. And the thing is like she calls me a liar and yeah I do lie once in a while but it's not like constantly like she does. I mean we're both human but she has a real issue with it and she won't admit it and I can't make her so I just don't respond if I think it's bullshit. And it very much bothers her that I think that she's lying most of the time but I kind of think she did that to herself. Because she's been doing it since she was a little kid because she thought it was funny as a little candidate it's just become a habit.

She kind of just bosses around the guys she hangs out with I have 0 idea how she just has a gang of dudes and no female friends but then I thought about it and I'm like oh that's very similar to me oh my fucking God Jesus Christ freak out GIF.

Because it's like watching my myself The kind of dumber version.

Anyway I guess I can work on that and therapy at some point I don't know what you have planned for next session I am so fucking stressed out that I kind of just want a chill session honesthat maybe we can just work on something simple

I mean my mom is sound asleep and I am in my bed freaking out still because the neighbor's kids are sitting with a group of other boys playing loud ass music on their phones on the stairwell right next to my bedroom and I can't do anything about it.

I haven't told my partner every single detail of what's going on I've kind of kept it as short as possible for him because he gets overwhelmed with my stress and vice versa

I feel like I'm taking on a lot more than he is but my life has been a lot more different than his so I am not gonna really compare it 22 much

And I mean most dudes wouldn't stick around this long with me anyway at least that's how I feel and and he's been pretty supportive

I'm really hoping that maybe I can get this place on America street. It's actually kind of perfect I just don't know if the landlord is going to want to accept my ESA cats or ket me keep a foster dog for short periods because I am interested in doing that for my mental health and to make purpose in my life. I'm very very good at dog training despite liking cats and horses more.

I guess like the worst part of today like emotionally was being called a fat bitch and insulted by someone like twice my size who was pregnant who thought I was being a creep at her children but she was not outside watching her children her excuse was she was in the restroom but her chair was not outside and she was never at the fucking pool.

Also The other worst part of my day was sitting on my sofa and scream crying I want to go home while I was in my own residence.

And it was also pretty embarrassing because my apartment is executive dysfunction disaster and my sister and her friends came over and I looked like shit and I was embarrassed as fuck

And everybody seems to think that I'm being dramatic but I'm actually pretty fucking terrified right now and I'm scared to even have my mom sleeping here because what if something happens to my mother while she's here trying to be comforting to me but she's just dead ass asleep like nothing scares her but she's seen so much as an RN I guess nothing does.

And I don't know what to do when I feel like a big dumb idiot because I'm almost 38

I don't know how to handle these sorts of things.

I had to ask my sister's young friends where I should put up a camera and they were like it's just going to get knocked down by your neighbors and I'm like well at least if I get the right kind I'll see who did it on my phone.

But I don't even know what kind of git I've been looking at the ones that rotate and can go up and down that if I mount it in the right spot it will get sunlight and need less replacement of batteries and it has like a solar panel but there's like 60 different ones online and I don't know which one is the best 12 get that's not going to be horribly expensive.

And I shouldn't be getting a camera but I figure I can just bring it with me to wherever I move next but the camera is not going to make me feel any savor other than just knowing what's going on outside without having to look out the curtain.

Like we figured out where to put It where the safest spot would be if I got one but I just don't know which 1 to get and I really need help and nobody I know knows anything about cameras and I don't know who to ask and I don't want to go pay Twice as much Best Buy for something I can get on Amazon that will work the same that's cheaper and I'm so stressed out I don't even know if I can leave my house to go to Best Buy all I can prepare myself for right now is to Go to therapy on Thursday at 2 o'clock like my reminder has told me.

And get hamburger before therapy.

And right now that's pretty much my routine.

Otherwise it's bedrot and go to the Dollar General that I know the layout of and go to the Asian market does not stress me the fuck out like every other grocery store.

And I don't like this Joshua I don't like this at all.

I was not like this a year ago and I was not like I was then a year ago I am only getting worse even though people telling me I'm doing better and that doesn't make sense to me and I am confused.

I mean my mom is finally reading about autism and she gave my dad a print out about autism from the Mayo clinic and it's not exactly the most accurate thing because it's an older article but it's good enough and I'm happy that they're trying

And all I want to do right now is cry and wake up my mom and get a hug but she is going to yell at me if I do that

Like it wish I was a little kid and could just go climbing her lap because I'm just so scared dude

I'm terrified I don't want confrontation or violence or any more stress in my life because I don't know what will happen if I have a bad PTSD episode and lose touch with reality and that almost happened today because of this threatening ass crazy neighbor whose kids whose children under the age of 13 are harassing me now.

I mean literally in front of one of the office workers were like oh my God she had to have 1 of the office workers escort her back to her apartment because she's so scared

Yeah I am because I don't know what they're ratchet as rude mother is going to do to me and I didn't do anything to them

There were fucking creepy pedophile old men bothering her kids and she was nowhere around 1 day and She doesn't know that I saved her kids from to fucking creepy men.

And no they weren't 2 gay men just meeting up to hang out at the pool these where straight men they were older and they were very bizarre and acting very strange towards very young girls and I know that behavior because that shit has happened to me and I've seen it almost happen to my sister and many other young women and have had to get in between those men and other young women and I don't like it and I wish that mother would have understood and I wish I could have gotten a picture of the old man to bring to the office to tell everybody who they were so they wouldn't be around other people's kids.

And understand the other key people's kids are not my business and yes I should just let them swim in the pool and break the rules and drown but I'm not a monster and I have horrible trauma from Katrina.

I have seen children die. I have seen children bleeding injured screaming for people and I was in charge of reading them stories and giving them food and making sure they had water and I was also in charge of bringing things to other people who were being flown in from being in the flood waters for days and days. And it was horrible and I never ever wanted to deal with something like that again.

I'm so scared that I'm gonna have to go to a fucking hospital and I don't want to do that.

I'm so scared that I'm gonna have a heart attack because I've already having legitimate heart issues. And this dress is not helping a today I really thought that I was just gonna hit the floor and that was gonna be it.

And I'm tired of learning lessons and being around bad people and I just want to be in a safe spot away from all this crap.

And right now in my bank account I have enough money to hand to my parents and be like well this help me move any faster?

If I have to live on ramen noodles and ground meat and beans andspice and dollar store vegetables it was in order to move I will do that.

Also I did not eat 41 and a half days and then I ate the other night after I got stoned for my pain

And then today I didn't eat until like 10:30 PM

And it's not my eating disorder it's just pure anxiety

And I'm just scared I'm so fucking scared I do not want these people to bother me anymore.

And I don't have anybody to spend the night with me tomorrow night or the rest of the week

And I'm not gonna be able to have a roommate because it's just not safe.

And I am scared to go to bed and I know I need to.

I just feel like I'm running on nothing but a journal in an super hyper vigilant and my anxiety medicine is completely being overpowered by all of my stress and anxiety and all of that and I mean I haven't even smoked weed tonight I had planned too but I just didn't and I'm so sore and I hurt really bad in my hip and my back and it's probably because I've had all my muscles clinched up all day I'm day since I woke up

And I just don't know what the fuck to do.

I definitely want to do the testing stuff that we had planned or talked about doing like literally any of the testing stuff you want to do or you think might give you some insight on me or give me some sort of inside on my self

But honestly this Thursday all I plan to do is get my burger show app to therapy and I probably just need to cry and talk about things and just be heard that maybe get some help looking at cameras or figuring out what to do because this is bad for me and I'm so stressed out and I don't even know if you can help me with those things but I'm just asking that I don't think it hurts to ask

I just don't understand what people are so mean

I don't feel like a belonging in this world and I don't mean to suicidal away I just feel like I don't fit in anywhere

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weird-is-life · 2 years ago

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Reshedule

Pairing: Steve harrington x fem!reader

Sumarry: Steve bails on your movie night for some date with this other girl. That leaves you upset, Steve realises his mistake and comes to apologise

Warnings: language, mentions of food, angst, fluff, use of y/n and pet names

Words: 1.2k Masterlist

A/N: English is not my first language, so please excuse any grammar/spelling mistakes

As you were preparing all the stuff for the movie night, you heard the phone ring. You thought, it was just Steve calling you, that he was on his way. But you couldn't be further from the truth.

"Hey" he spoke.

"Hii, you here soon? The popcorn is getting cold" you joked, smiling big.

"About that..." he quietly began, " you know Stacy, from highschool? She invited me to the dinner a-and i couldn't say no. You know how hard is for me to get a date these days, so I just blurted out the yes" he quickly said.

"Oh." your smile disappeared immediately, you were left with stunned expression and glossy eyes.

"Could we reshedule, sweetheart? Just this one time?" he nervously asked. To be honest, Steve really hated asking you that. He didn't even liked the girl much.

"Yeah, of course it's okay if we reschedule. i hope you two have fun" you stated, you tried not to sound like it was a big deal to you.

"You sure?"

"Yup, i'll see you later, goodnight" you hung up before Steve could have even replied.

Tears silently ran down your face as you made your way to the sofa with bucket of ice cream in your hands.

You were so excited to have this movie marathon with Steve. I mean, it was Steve who proposed the idea of having a movie night today and then he just bailed on you.

You didn't know what hurt more, Steve not showing up or Steve going out with some other girl. Yes, you liked Steve, more than just a friend.

You tried giving him a hint, that you liked him, but it was like he was blind or he just didn't care.

At this point it was like everybody knew about your feelings for him except for him.

So you thought, you'd finally tell him tonight and hope for the best. Unfortunately he didn't show up, so you were left with huge bowl of popcorn and a stack of movies.

You didn't bother to actually watch them, you went to your room, curled on your bed and eventually fell asleep with puffy, red eyes.

Steve's night wasn't much better. He sat through Stacy talking only about herself for hours. Not that Steve payed much attention, his mind was on you.

He couldn't get your quiet voice out of his thoughts. He knew, you tried to not sound upset, but he knew you like the back of his hand. So he recognized the hurt in your responces.

He felt horrible for going on this date instead of spending the time with you.

He could have been snuggled close to you on your sofa, listening to your silly comments about the plot and not sitting at the fancy restaurant with the girl he wasn't interested in. Especially, when the one girl he was actually interested in was probably sitting alone on her sofa, munching cold popcorn.

As soon as he could, he drove Stacy home and told her he'd had great time, but that he didn't think, that they were meant to be.

That got him a slap across his cheek, which was very understandable.

Steve immediately drove from there to your house. He didn't want you to be angry at him, he wanted to apologise and maybe, just maybe actually have the movie night.

He rang your bell once, twice and as he was about to ring it for the third time, you opened the door.

You looked... -not the best. Your hair was a mess, eyes droopy and a frown on your face.

"What are you doing here? Aren't you supposed to be on a date?" you silently asked, trying to hide how upset you were.

"Were you crying? I...-fuck! " the realisation, that you were crying because of him, made him cringe internally.

"God, i'm such an asshole. I'm sorr-"

"Steve, why are you here?" you interrupted him, arms crossed over your chest.

And the look you gave him, made him basically vomit the apology, " i'm very sorry for standing you up. I shouldn't have done that. I came here as soon as i could."

"Yup, you shouldn't have" you bluntly said and went to close the door. Steve's foot stopped you.

"I'm so sorry, y/n. It was stupid of me to go out with Stacy. Believe me i'm never doing it again " he dryly laughed as he thought about the boring dinner. But you were not amused at all.

"I'd rather be with my girl, sat on her sofa, watching some silly sitcoms, than going on a date with Stacy, hell with any other girl that isn't you ever again" the confession slipped out of his mouth easily and he froze up in dread.

"Your girl?" you looked at him in disbelieve.

"I'm not your girl" you scoffed with hurt.

"B-but you could be" Steve sheepishly said. He was in love with you for a while now. Instead of telling you the truth, he cowardly went on dates with other girls to get over you.

"Steve, this is just cruel of you" you looked so hurt and Steve was confused why you said that.

"What?"

"You can't go on dates with different girls every week and then just have me believe, that you like me. That's not okay, especially not when you know i like you" your cheeks were wet again. Tears running freely over them and Steve's hands itched to reach for them and wipe them away.

"You like me?"

"Yeah, i thought you knew that" your eyes were on the ground, "everybody else knows. It's quite embarrassing, huh?" you still didn't look at him, so you didn't see the big grin that formed on Steve's face.

"No, it's not. I guess, i'm just too blind" he slowly neared you, " 'cause if i knew the feelings were mutual. I'd have taken you on all of those dates, not the other girls."

"You would?" you finally looked up at him.

"Yeah..." he stepped so close to you, that your feet were touching.

He finally touched your cheeks and wiped the tears away.

He put his forehead against yours, "I'm sorry again, pretty girl. I was trying to get over you by going on those dates, i should have just told you the truth. Forgive me please?"

You kissed him as a responce, catching him of guard. It took him a second to kiss you back, but when he did, you immediately melted.

He kissed you so soft and so desperately, that it made your knees buckle.

A good while passed 'till you pulled apart. You were grinning at each other like some idiots in love.

"Does it mean that i'm forgiven?" he teased you.

"No" you giggled.

"No? So you just kissed me for fun?" he gently poked you in the ribs.

"Oh shut up and come inside. We still have the movies to watch " you playfully pushed his chest away.

"Do you have the popcorn? Because i'm not coming in if you ate all of it already" he laughed at your glare.

"Kidding, kidding" he laughed.

"C'mon, it's cold out here and i can't wait to cuddle you" he said and hurried the both of you inside.

As soon as you both sat down, Steve pulled you to his chest and didn't let you go for the rest of the night.

...

Hey guys, thank you for reading. Let me know what you think. Feedback is always appreciated. Also if anybody is interested in being my beta reader for Stranger things fics, dm me please.

Also im thinking about taking some requests, soo if you have anything in mind, feel free to send it to meee.

Have a great day and stay safe everybody. Peace out ☀️

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theshapethatimin · 3 years ago

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the late night phone call

warning: sexual content, slightest bit of angst

word count: 860

summary: two people doing something they shouldn’t on a late night phone call

y/n promised herself that if he called again, she wouldn’t answer, because she knew what she was doing was wrong. she didn’t feel guilty, and that’s the part that scared her.

was she a horrible person for not having a ounce of guilt about the situation she found herself in? she doesn’t know, but what she does know is that she will answer the phone every time he calls.

today was the same as usual. it was 11:43pm and y/n was laying in her bed watching a movie when her phone rang. “harry would like to FaceTime” displayed on her phone in big white letters across the screen. she couldn’t help but get excited when she saw it, and because of that she answered. every. single. time.

“hey y/n/n” harry said in a low voice through the phone after she answered. she was met with a black screen because they had one rule; the light had to stay off. “as long as i don’t see you then what we’re doing is not wrong.”, is what he would always tell y/n at first because he cared about her and didn’t want her to feel like she was doing anything bad. y/n just thinks he tells himself that to ease his conscience, but either way, she still felt a little bit better each time he said it.

“hi harry” y/n said back, all the guilt in her stomach replaced with butterflies at the sound of his voice. she knew what was about to happen, and she was excited.

“i saw you today, you looked really good” harry spoke. she knew what he wanted and why he called her, but she was going to make him make the first move.

“i saw you too, when you walked right by me as if i don’t exist, harry” y/n said, matching his tone.

“y/n,” he started to say with a sigh and she automatically felt bad for bringing it up. “, you know why i didn’t say anything, it’s not like-“

“i know- i know, i’m sorry.” y/n cut him off from him saying the same speech she’s already heard too many times before. she didn’t want to argue, so she just let it go.

“i kept staring at your ass, you looked so good in that dress” harry said, completely dropping the conversation they were having only a few seconds ago.

“thank you, you looked good too” y/n was getting wet, and she knew harry had his hand down his boxers already, based on how he was breathing through the speaker.

“yeah, you looked so- fuck, you looked so good, i couldn’t stop thinking about you” harry’s voice was starting to sound more desperate but she wasn’t going to give in until he heard him say the words.

“yeah? what did you think about me?” y/n said.

“i thought about fucking you.. taking you to the bathroom, spreading you wide open and wrecking you.” he sped up the pace of his hand against himself, and y/n knew that because she could hear the sheets on his bed rustling.

“i want you to fuck me, harry.” she said, her fingertips playing with the band of her panties. she never touched herself until he asked her to. in y/n’s head, it made the guilt go away.

“fuck i want to fuck you. right now. hard and fucking fast. i want you to touch yourself y/n/n, please i- shit, i need to hear you” he spoke through the phone.

she finally pushed her finger past the lace on her waist band and touched her finger to the most sensitive part of her body. she moaned out loud because she knew how much harry liked to hear the noises she made. “harry, this feels so good” she said with a cry.

“fuuuuuccck y/n/n, who’s making you feel this way? huh?” harry said with a little bit of a louder tone.

“you are harry. please, im so wet, i want you to fuck me, i want you inside me”. she wasn’t even paying attention to what her own fingers were doing to her, the only thing she cared about was making sure that harry felt good, and she felt better knowing the only woman on his mind right now was her. no one else, just y/n.

“shit, fucking say it again” she knew he was close, with his breathing pattern switching and his voice getting a little higher.

“i want you to fuck me harry.” and that’s what did it for him. she knew he was cumming. she heard his moans as he came down from his high. as she listened, she removed her hands from her panties, the guilt she felt earlier starting to creep back and completely killing the butterflies that took its place for a little while.

“shit, fuck…. i’ll be right back” harry said, as he turned his light on and got up to go clean himself off in the bathroom. when y/n looked at her phone, she was met with the familiar picture frame that sat next to his bed on his nightstand. in it, held a photo of him and his girlfriend, olivia, kissing and being a proper couple.

something that y/n had to keep reminding herself that her and harry weren’t.

part two part three part four

- plz lmk what u think! i’m a new writer, so all feedback is welcomed!

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sydneekomspacekru · 3 years ago

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Perfect ~ Steve Harrington x Fem!Reader

Inspiration: This was requested and I'm literally so excited because I had to start my account completely over because I didn't have the same email as when I first created my old account! Summary: When people at Hawkins High School start questioning why Steve Harrington is dating Y/n L/n, her normal insecurities become big problems. Warnings: Bullying, insecurities, H*rgrove, fluffy Steve, I think that's it. Requested: Yes! Let me know if you want something edited or changed (for example if you want it to be gender neutral, I can make it gender neutral. Or if you want a Male!Reader) just let me know! A/n: I'm so excited to write this! Send in any requests' you have babes.

You knew that they talked about you. You just thought it was because they didn't expect Steve to be interested in you. You didn't actually think that people said bad things about you. You knew it sounded naive, but you had always been a nice person, you were optimistic. Sometimes that works against you.

"She isn't even pretty though." "I know. Why is he with her of all people?" "Steve deserves someone on his level. Not some loser who couldn't even work at a shortstaffed Hooter's." You were right behind them, the two girls who were talking about you. You were trying not to cry. You knew if you did then you would just be putting more stuff against you.

You murmured an "Excuse me," as you pushed past them. Thank God it was your last class of the day. But now it seemed that that was all you heard on your way to your locker.

"She's so ugly."

"She doesn't deserve him."

"Fucking bitch."

"Seriously, she should just leave."

"What a prude."

"He should leave her for me instead."

You could feel their stares. It was like everyone had collectively decided this was the day to talk shit about you. You could hear their laughing, and even if the conversation wasn't about you, you couldn't help but feel self-conscious. You were putting your things in your locker when Steve came up behind you and wrapped his arms around your waist.

"Hello, beautiful. How was your day today?" He talked in a low voice in your ear, only you could hear him. He kissed your cheek and leaned up against the locker next to yours, one hand still on your waist. You gave him a small, timid smile.

"It was fine, I guess." You shrugged, closing your locker and crossing your arms across your stomach.

"What's the matter, Y/n?" He asked, standing up straight now. He could always tell when something was wrong with you. He pushed a piece of your hair out of your face.

You leaned into his hand out of habit, and then caught yourself, clearing your throat. "I'm just tired, it's been a long day." You felt sick to your stomach. Like you might vomit, but it was only because you found yourself starting to believe the things that the people in the hallways were saying today.

"Do you want me to come over, lay down with you?" You shook your head no, you felt horrible. He knew something was up, you usually had him over every night you could, to keep the nightmares away, especially after the demogorgon. But he deserved better than you, didn't he?

This continued until the next Monday. All weekend, you dodged everyone's phone calls. When your mom answered, you had her say you were sleeping, or at the library. But whatever the excuse, you were never available.

Steve was starting to get worried. About you, about your relationship. He thought you wanted to let him down easy, by slowly distancing yourself. Maybe you wanted to end the relationship, but you didn't want to tell him. He had planned on asking you why you were ignoring him, denying his offers to come and sleep at your house, being too busy for date plans, etc. At the end of the day and it was finally here. But he paused in the hallway as Billy Hargrove stood in his spot at your locker.

"Leave me alone, Billy." You told him, your stomach twisted. You desperately wanted Steve to come over there and make him leave you alone, but you also hoped he wouldn't. That he would finally take the hint and break it off with you. It's not like you wanted to break up with him, no, you Lov-. Did I seriously just think that?

You didn't even know when you started loving Steve Harrington. Neither of you had said it yet, you wanted to take it slow. But somehow you had fallen in love while your eyes were closed. Maybe while he held you one night, keeping the night mares away. It might have been when you had a midnight picnic under the stars. Who knew? Maybe you loved him all along. But he deserved better than you.

"Why not, don't you want to prove everyone wrong? Prove you aren't a prude?" His smile disgusted you, and you smacked his hand away from your face as he tried to tug on your hair.

"Hey!" You heard Steve yell, and he jogged toward you. "Leave her alone, Billy." He snapped at him when he got to the both of you. He came up to your and kissed your temple, putting his arm across your back, hand resting on your waist. You leaned into him, thankful he was there.

"Why should I, Harrington?" He sneered, "Your girl is a bitch, and you know it." He chuckled darkly.

"No." Was all Steve said, and shoved Billy, making him fall on the lockers. The sound of metal clanging was enough to catch the attention of everyone in the hallway. Billy stood up straight, and almost hit Steve, but a teacher came and stopped the two.

"Stop it, both of you. I'm going to write this one off as an accident, because if the two of you get in one more fight I'll be forced to expell both of you. We wouldn't want that now would we, Mr. Hargrove?" Mr. Sanders looked pointedly at the two boys, and then saw you. "Ms. L/n, I don’t want to include you in this, mess up your record. Were you involved?"

"No, she wasn't," Steve answered for you, his voice softened as he grabbed your hand in his. "It was all me, Mr. Sanders." Mr. Sanders nodded, and walked off.

Steve waited until he was out of ear shot, and then turned to Billy. "If you ever say anything like that again, Hargrove, I swear that I will hurt you more than anyone has before." His voice was low, and to be honest it kind of scared you. How calm he was when he said something so threatening. But his hand was soft in yours the entire time, a comforting touch.

He turned back to you and ignored whatever Billy said. "I'll drive you home, okay? We have to talk." You nodded, and you found yourself scared that you had accomplished what you were trying to do for the last week. No matter how much he deserved someone better than you, you wouldn't get anyone better than him. Because for you, there wasn't any better than him.

Your parents were away, as they were most of the time. But they were trusting of you, and of Steve. So they allowed you two to be alone at the house.

You walked into the house in silence. And up to your room the same way. It was awkward, the most awkward your relationship had ever felt. Not even in the beginning, it felt natural with him. It was easy. But this was hard, and it was awkward.

Steve sat across from you on your bed.

"Thank you for doing that." You whispered, your voice cracked. Which only set off the hot, silent tears that trickled down your face. You played with the seam of your shirt, not knowing what else to do.

"Of course, Y/n/n." He said, he cupped your face in his hand, making you look up at him. "What's wrong, Y/n? You've been ignoring me, and Robin, and the kids. Do you want to break up? Do you not want to be with me anymore?" He was concerned, to say the least. You felt horrible, you probably caused him so much anxiety.

"I-... I'm so sorry. I didn't mean to worry you. It's just. . ." You trailed off. You weren't sure you wanted to tell him yet.

"What is it? You can tell me anything." He grabbed your hands, rubbing circles on the tops of yours.

"You deserve someone better than me. Someone better than the below average looking prude that I am." He stopped doing everything completely.

"What?"

"You deserve someone more, Steve. You deserve someone that makes you happy." You sniffed, wiping your eyes, not putting your hands back in his on purpose.

"Y/n," he crawled up in front of you, just inches from your face, and pulled you into him. You kept your hands in your lap, despite wanting to grab onto his shirt and never let go. You wanted to squeeze him and sob and say you were sorry and beg him to stay with you forever. But you didn’t, you just cried silently, hands in your lap. "You are the most perfect woman ever. You are beautiful, and smart, and I am a better person with you. You make me so happy. I couldn't imagine my life had you not come into it. I- I love you Y/n." He whispered this all in your ear, which made it all the more intimate.

He pulled away from you, wiping the tears from your face. "I love you, Y/n L/n, so much more than I would have ever thought."

You pulled him to you, pressing your lips against his. You'd kissed him before, but this was different. It was desperate. You needed each other. You didn't want to let each other go. Your hands found his hair, and one of his was on your waist, the other cupping your cheek. Your lips moved in sync, you sighed into his mouth, before moving back.

"I love you too, Steve Harrington." You pulled him down onto the bed with you, laying next to each other, legs intertwined. Your hands were on his chest, laying down on one of his arms, the other was laying over your waist.

You made each other happy. You deserved each other. You loved each other.

"And you don't have to sleep with me to prove it." He poked your stomach, making you giggle. This lead to absolute chaos, and your parents coming home to hear the both of you screaming with laughter. You were perfect. He had said so.

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nothoughts-onlywomen · 2 years ago

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steadfast, sightless - chapter nine

Lucas grapples with the aftermath of Max’s actions. Lucas’ friends, including his sister Erica, give him much-needed pep talks. Trigger warning: mentions of suicide.

It was the first time in a long time he’d woken up angry.

Not that Lucas had slept particularly well. The only reason he knew that the previous day hadn’t been a horrible nightmare was because he woke up with a pit of scorching, seething anger in his stomach. Some part of his brain seemed to still think it was a nightmare. At the least, it felt like yesterday had happened two weeks ago.

It was the question that floated to the surface in his mind, the only question taking residence – how could she do that to him? To them? After everything they were all going through to keep her alive, to bring her back, to show how much her sacrifice had meant to all of them.

But as he sat in his room, doing nothing but laying in his bed and staring at the wall, he realized that the thing tearing him apart the most, the thing that he hadn’t told anyone – was the guilt. The horrible fucking guilt that was eating him alive.

He’d been the one to bring her into the party. He’d been the one to tell her everything about when Will went missing. Lucas had told her every bit of that highly dangerous information and had brought her into the fold because…why? Because he’d thought she was pretty? Because of the electricity , as Dustin had called it? Disgust at himself coiled deep in his stomach.

You did this , a small voice leered in the back of his mind. It hadn’t just been making her a part of their group. Lucas had made her a promise that day in the RV. The second you start to lift, I’m calling in Kate Bush. And then Jason had arrived and fucked up absolutely everything, as he had been wont to do.

Tears were threatening to spill from behind his eyelids. He let them slide down the bridge of his nose as the dark snake of anger and revulsion at himself continued to curl inside of him. Had Max’s last thoughts been swimming with the question of why he hadn’t used Kate Bush for her in time? And maybe she was clinging to him now because she didn’t remember that he had failed her so completely. Just like all the other times.

I don’t want to die, I’m not ready, he could still hear her crying. I don’t wanna go, I’m not ready. Lucas, I’m scared. I’m so scared. I’m so scared.

He’d promised her he’d use Kate Bush for her. He had failed. He promised her she would be okay, that she wasn’t going to die. He had failed on that front too. Another empty promise in her life that had been so full of them.

Lucas was startled out of his thoughts by Erica, who yelled from the living room.

“Lucas, phone! It’s your stupid nerd friends.”

He managed to drag himself out of bed and down the hall, taking the phone from Erica as he entered the living room, begrudgingly lifting the receiver to his mouth.

“Hello,” he said, his tone nondescript.

“Lucas? Are you there?” It was Mike.

“I’m here,” he said dully.

“Where are you?”

“Where are you? ”

“We’re outside of Max’s room,” said Mike. “Everyone’s here today. Even Steve, and Nancy, Jonathan, Robin – everyone. They won’t let us in yet so we’re waiting outside. When are you getting here?”

“I’m not coming today,” said Lucas.

“What do you mean you’re not coming?”

“Just what I said,” Lucas said darkly. “I’m not coming.”

He heard the background conversations die down, then he heard a few overlapping voices.

“He’s not coming? Why?”

“But everyone’s here! He should be here too –”

“Don’t be stupid, Sinclair, we’re waiting for you to get here –”

“How can you say you’re not coming?” Mike asked incredulously, and a fiery lick of anger burned through Lucas.

“Do you not know what she did the other day?” He demanded.

“What did she do? It can’t have been that bad.”

Lucas laughed derisively. If Mike only knew.

“Right. Well, when you do see her, you might not be able to hold her hand today. Not while she’s still in restraints.”

“Restraints?” Mike sounded alarmed.

Lucas heard the background conversations go quiet.

“What is he talking about, restraints?” He heard Dustin say, sounding concerned.

“Lucas, what the hell is going on?” Mike demanded, sounding both angry and worried.

Lucas took a shallow breath, steeling himself.

“Mike. Max tried to – ”

The words choked in his throat.

“She – she tried to – not be here anymore. Check out early.”

“Huh?”

“She tried to kill herself!”

Lucas hadn’t meant to scream it. Only in the split second after he’d done so did he remember that they were all there listening.

The silence following this was deafening, and it was as if Lucas could feel the awful truth sinking into the rest of the party. He could imagine their faces; Dustin, his mouth agape – Nancy, her expression stricken – El, her eyes filled with tears…

It felt like an eternity before Mike spoke again, his voice very low.

“When did this happen?”

“Two days ago. And it’s my fault anyway. So I’m not coming back for a while. Maybe never again.”

Mike was very quiet. He seemed shocked more than anything else. Lucas heard some background noise, some quiet murmuring. After several minutes, the sound crackled and rustled, and a new voice sounded from the receiver.

“Lucas?”

It was Dustin.

“Dustin? Where’s Mike?”

“He’s still here. He just…didn’t know what to say.”

Lucas didn’t say anything in reply. Dustin started again in a calm voice.

“Listen. I know you’re upset.”

“Upset?” His voice rose. “No. I’m way past upset. I’m so pissed off I can’t see straight.”

“I know, Lucas. I’m pissed off, too. I am. But right now we have to think about Max.”

“Oh, now you’re going to sit here and tell me I’m not thinking enough about Max?!”

Suddenly, Lucas heard the familiar clunky metal door open in the background. He could hear one of Max’s nurses start to talk softly to the party, though Lucas couldn’t hear them.

“Okay. Thank you, we’re coming,” said Dustin, half into the receiver, though he was clearly talking to the nurse. “Lucas? You still there?”

“Yeah,” Lucas said dully.

“We’re about to go in. Please, just come see her. You say the word and I’ll send Steve over there to pick you up…”

Lucas could barely hear Dustin anymore over the raging thunder in his ears. He knew he couldn’t go. He wouldn’t be any help to anyone in the state he was in.

“I can’t,” he said flatly.

“Why can’t you come be here for her, Lucas? Why?”

He bit his lip, trying his damndest not to think about Max and thinking of nothing but.

“Because I just can’t, okay? I can’t.”

Lucas slammed the receiver back onto the base unit of the telephone, so hard that he thought he was going to break the phone off the wall, and stomped back into his room, shutting the door behind him.

The morning phased into the afternoon, and Lucas remained in his room. He lay in his bed, doing nothing, staring out of his window. He became acutely aware of every sound, every sensation that surrounded him. The ticking of the clock on his wall. The oak tree branches scraping against the windowpane. The grainy feel of the plaid blanket on his unmade bed. The faint rumbling from far away that still signaled the Upside Down’s current residence in Hawkins. Until all of these noises amalgamated into the drone of being, fading into the background until Lucas could barely hear his own thoughts over the deafening silence.

Soon the quiet was unbearable, and he twirled the dial on his radio that sat on his bedside table.

“And now, by special request from Mr. Daniel McAllister from central Indianapolis, this is Colour My World by Chicago! Mr. McAllister would like to dedicate this song to his wife Marlena.”

A piano started, going up and down the scale in a swaying fashion. After a few minutes of the lilting piano and the quiet bass strumming in the background, a man’s voice sounded in the midst of it, the tinny cymbals accentuating the words.

As time goes on

I realize

Just what you mean

To me

And now

Now that you're near

Promise your love

That I've waited to share

And dreams

Of our moments together

Colour my world with hope of loving you.

After the lyrics ended, a flute began, singing the same dulcet tones as the singer himself. The song kneaded his heart with its fists, crushing every ventricle in its palms. The weight of sorrow was heavy in in his stomach, in his bones, and he lay there, listening to this song that this stranger had requested for his wife. Sobs racked him, as they so often did nowadays.

Lucas didn’t care. He was too tired to fight it. Fuck being strong. He was weak right now.

Afternoon dragged into evening. Lucas heard his mother knock. Later, Erica. Asking if he was going back to the hospital today before it got too late. He didn’t answer them. He heard his door open quietly more than once, presumably to ensure that he was still alive in here, and when he didn’t turn over and address whichever of them it was, they would quietly leave the room again.

Nighttime brought him no relief. He had hoped, prayed he’d feel tired, anything to end this horrible fucking day already, but all he could see when he closed his eyes was Max, tracing her feeding tube with her thin fingers, sitting up, wrapping it around her neck, letting herself fall from the bed like a pale rag doll –

He barely got to the bathroom in time before he vomited. It wasn’t much more than water. He hadn’t eaten much today.

Lucas crawled back into his room, stripping down to his underclothes and getting back into bed.

Please, he thought. That was it. His mind couldn’t form legible thoughts anymore. Please. Just let me sleep.

The new day dawned sunny and bright. As if it were mocking him. The light striped across his vision and Lucas rolled over, putting the pillow over his head to block the sun coming in from the dusty blinds.

He could hear the phone start to ring in the living room. He heard his mother answer, then she yelled “Lucas! It’s for you.”

He groaned.

“Tell them to leave a message!” He hollered back.

“Lucas, just come get the phone!”

Lucas snarled as he flung the covers off. If it was Mike or Dustin, they were about to get an earful. As he trudged into the hall, he brushed past Erica. He saw a flash of concern pass over her face before settling back into her sassy default.

He got to the living room, and his mother handed him the phone wordlessly before going back into the kitchen.

“Hello?”

“Lucas?”

It was Robin. Lucas was so surprised he forgot to be angry. Of all the people he thought would be on the other end of the phone, Robin had been fairly low on the list.

“Yeah,” he said dully.

“Hey.” Robin’s voice was bracing. “Are you okay?”

“No, Robin, I’m not. Did you need something?”

“Oh,” said Robin, and she immediately sounded anxious. “Well…I wanted to tell you how she was doing. Max, I mean.”

Lucas did want to know, angry as he was. This was the longest he’d been away. Robin seemed to take his silence as permission, and prattled on.

“She was in a bad way yesterday. I’ve never seen her like that. She ripped out her IV and blood spurted out everywhere. Then she took off the oxygen and tried to run, I think tried to escape, but of course she can’t because her legs are still weak, so she fell. We tried to help her up, me and Steve, but she pushed us away and crawled to the corner of the room. The nurses had to hold her down and sedate her. Like an animal. They got her back in bed and the whole time before she fell asleep she’s just saying ‘luh, luh,’ which I’ve come to realize is your name, I think. And she sounded…desperate. Just…calling out for you.”

Lucas’ insides clenched as he saw Max in his mind’s eye, fighting sedation as she cried out for him. He had never wanted so badly to run and scoop her up, never let her go, while also wanting to shake her, scream at her.

“I’m worried about her, Lucas. She’s not well.”

“Yeah, no shit.” This came out harsher than even he had intended. In any case, Robin seemed to know that it wasn’t her he was angry with.

“That’s why we need you to come back. And I know that Max wants to see – I mean –” Her voice trembled at her mistake. “She’ll want to know that you’re here with all of us.”

The unwelcome reminder that Max was now blind brought the pain into much sharper relief inside him.

“Robin, I don’t think you understand. She tried to hang herself with her feeding tube.”

Robin sighed and was silent for a moment before speaking.

“I can’t say I’ve ever tried the same thing, but…I know what it’s like to want to. I can’t say I wouldn’t want to do the same thing if I were her. And neither can you.”

Lucas felt angry tears swim in his eyes.

“But I’m doing everything I can to save her.”

“We all are. But when you start thinking like that…you can’t see it. Your brain starts tricking you, makes you think there’s no way out, that you’re a burden on everyone you love. Obviously, I can’t read her mind, but maybe she feels like that. Like she’s a burden. Even more so now because she can’t see. And we have to do what we can, to prove to her that she isn’t. That we’re here for the long haul. That we’ll help her carry it, as much as we can.”

“But I’ve been helping her carry it, Robin. I’ve given every last bit of myself to her. And then she tries to… check out early,” He couldn’t say it aloud. Not again. “As if nothing I’ve done is worth a shit to her. That’s why I’m pissed off.”

Robin’s voice became gentler.

“Please, Lucas. You have the right to be angry. But she needs you. We all do.”

The silence sat between them for only a few moments, then Robin heaved another sigh.

“If you need to talk, I’m here. Okay?”

“Okay,” he said, and hung up the phone.

Lucas made a beeline back to his room, the anguish within him rising up like a poison. His room was the only place in his life at the moment that didn’t set his skin on fire, and as he closed his door behind him, he lay down fully clothed on his unmade bed. He stared out at the autumn leaves dwindling down from the oak trees outside his window.

He could only lay still. Is this how depression had felt like for Max? This horrible pit in your stomach? Your bones feeling like they were made of lead? The anger? The despair? The heaviness?

His mind suddenly filled with that night, before Max had willingly, bravely offered herself up as bait for Vecna. To protect them all.

I just want you to take me away, she’d said, and he’d watched the tears roll down her cheeks in the blue light. I want you to make me disappear.

Lucas had never stopped to consider the truthfulness of these words. Another screw-up for him, he thought. Not just as a boyfriend. As a friend. As a central person in her life. She’s the girl of my life. That had never changed. He felt stupid claiming it right now. How attentive was he really being to her if she felt awful enough to do… that?

The real tragedy, the thing that drove the stake into his heart even deeper, was that Max had no way to tell him how she felt. And suddenly that facial expression she sometimes had made so much more sense. The one where she was mouthing, trying to form words, and then her sightless eyes would fill with the utter frustration and helplessness of it. A prisoner in her own body. Trapped.

Lucas choked out a sob. Max had spent so much of her life feeling trapped. Trapped by her ever-changing, unpredictable, unstable life. Trapped by her family and all their bullshit. Trapped by her own demons. He wondered if by attempting to do what she had done, she was just trying to be free of it. And perhaps, free them from it too. It was the kind of thing she would do. Lucas wanted to believe that an action like this was totally out of left field for Max. But the more he thought about it, he realized that this had been impending for some time.

He was just relieved that it hadn’t worked.

Afternoon moved gently into evening, bringing with it some gray clouds and light rain. and Lucas found that the chasm of despair in him was only growing by the hour. Moving didn’t help. Laying here didn’t help. Nothing helped. His skin hurt.

It was too hot in this room now. He’d been laying on his blankets and pillows long enough that they were uncomfortably warm. But there was no escaping it. Emotion overwhelmed him so that all he could do was lay here and stare out of the window. It was too heavy for him to carry, and he didn’t know how to ease the burden of it. So he was stuck.

A knock sounded on the door.

“Lucas?” It was Erica.

“Go away,” he said.

He heard the door open somewhat forcefully.

“Here to talk some sense into me?” he quipped derisively.

“Yeah. Only I’m not gonna be nice,” His blanket was yanked off him in a whoosh.

“Jesus, Erica.”

“Jesus is right. You’re gonna need Him if you don’t get up and go back to Max right now.”

He did not roll over to look at her, not least because he refused to let her see that his eyes were welling with tears.

“If she even wants to see me.”

He couldn’t see Erica, but he swore he could hear her put her hands on her hips, getting that look on her face that he knew so well. The look that suggested the mere sound of his breathing was an annoyance.

“Get your ass up and quit feeling sorry for yourself. Of course she wants to see you. If Max didn’t want you there, she would have kicked you out a long time ago.”

While this was true, it didn’t make Lucas feel any better. He laid there silently, hoping with enough time Erica might just go away.

He was a fool to think this. After five minutes of their stalemate, Erica spoke up, her tone barbed.

“I hope you know I’m charging your ass by the minute. If we have to sit here much longer, you’re gonna owe me another game to go with that Nintendo you’re supposed to buy me. This time, I want Metroid.”

Lucas finally rolled toward her, sitting up in his bed.

“I’m not buying you shit,” he said, permitting a small grin.

Erica pursed her lips, but didn’t retaliate.

Lucas heaved a sigh, letting his head fall back against the wall as he leaned against it.

“It’s my fault all this happened to her.”

Saying it aloud only made the guilt and the nausea rise in his throat. “I’m the one who told her everything about El, about the Upside Down…all of it.”

Erica moved toward his bed, sitting down next to him on the mattress as he continued.

“When she came to Hawkins, she was Mad Max. The person with the highest score in Dig Dug, a score that not even Dustin could beat. We assumed it was a guy - Mike, Will, Dustin and me. Then, when Mr. Clarke introduced her in class, we knew it was her.”

Lucas’ heart ached as he remembered watching her through the chain link fence, skateboarding across the pavement, her pretty red hair flowing in the wind, with that pensive frown on her face. The one so weathered from disappointment and life-weariness. That freckled scowl, that stony glare in her eyes.

“And I just…felt it. That electricity. I don’t know how else to describe it. But I wanted to be around her. I wanted to know her. But I couldn’t know her – we couldn’t know her – without telling her about Eleven, the Upside Down, and everything else.”

The awful guilt had taken residence in the middle of his chest, right under his sternum, and it was choking him, burning him up from the inside out.

“And when you told her, what did she say?”

“I told her it was dangerous for her to know. I said she had to accept the risk before I told her. And she accepted.”

Erica gave an exasperated sigh.

“You really are stupid. She accepted the risk. She did.”

“She didn’t know what she was getting herself into.”

“You tried to tell her, right?”

“She didn’t believe me.”

“She got there eventually. Who made the decision to offer herself as bait to Vecna? Lucas, you tried to stop her. I heard you. But she made the choice. And you know damn well that when Max makes a choice, that’s it. So how is any of this your fault?”

“Because…I should have seen it coming.”

“How could you have seen this coming?” said Erica incredulously.

“When she sacrificed herself to Vecna. It wasn’t just for us. She was…trying to die.”

It hadn’t been clear to him at the time, but the more he had thought about it, Lucas was certain that this was the case. He knew Max that well. In her mind, she must have considered it a win-win. Not only was she protecting those she loved, but maybe she could finally stop the pain. The thought gutted him.

Erica tried, and failed, not to look troubled by this truth as he watched it settle into her too. She hastily rearranged her expression back into her barbed default.

“When she died,” said Erica baldly. “What did she say to you?”

It shook him to remember it.

“She just kept telling me she didn’t want to die,” he said, his voice wavering. “She didn’t want to die, she wasn’t ready.”

Anger reared within him again unexpectedly. “And then she goes and does this.”

“Haven’t you been listening to the doctors? Her brain’s damaged and she can’t see anymore. She’ll never see your stupid face again, and while I envy not having to look at you, she actually likes your dumpy-ass face. Her eyes go all gooey soft when she looks at you. It makes me want to throw up, sure, but not her. And now she can’t do that.”

This sobering truth seared through Lucas. It was a truth he had already known, sure, but he’d only paused to consider his own feelings about it. He could only imagine the level of grief she felt. He could feel the fury within him starting to ebb, to be replaced with a deep, indelible sorrow.

Lucas sighed heavily, his head in his hands.

“I’m angry with her,” he said, though there was not as much bite in his voice now.

“Yeah. She was stupid for trying to…do what she did. Especially because you’ve been there almost every day. So be angry. But still be there.”

His voice came out very quiet. “I just…I just want to know why.”

“I don’t know. I can’t read her mind. All I know is that her dumb ass is still in love with your dumb ass. And if there was ever a time she needed you, it’s now.”

What could he say? She was right. He refused to admit this aloud, but he could tell by the look on Erica’s face that she was getting through to him.

He suddenly frowned at her.

“What’s in this for you?”

“Huh?”

“Why do you want me to go back so badly? Erica doesn’t do anything unless there’s something in it for Erica.”

She smirked.

“Well, I will admit that when you’re there, then you’re not here, and I have to see your face a lot less. So it’s a win-win for both of us.”

“Uh-huh.” He rolled his eyes, checking his watch. “It’s too late for me to go today. But…I think I can try for tomorrow.”

“No, you will go back and be with her tomorrow. Or that’s another game you’re gonna owe me.”

He allowed himself a chuckle.

“Okay. Fine.”

Erica stood up, brushing out her skirt before walking briskly toward his door. She stopped in the doorframe, turning to address him.

“No one’s asking you to do this by yourself,” she said. “And even though you’re a stupid, nerdy fartface, you’re still my brother.”

She turned to walk back through the door, but not before she said “Just the facts.”

Darkness.

It was the only thing she knew now.

She was floating. Maybe. Her body felt light, weightless.

This wasn’t the first time she’d come here. She just didn’t know where here was. She was somewhere, and nowhere. She was a mere whisp in the vast, silent blackness, a puff of air in a cyclone, a single drop in an obsidian ocean.

Voices murmured through the darkness from far away, but they were muted, and she couldn’t understand them.

“Hello?” she called. Her eyesight was warped and blurry, her hearing submerged in a thick layer of cotton. Her own voice sounded muffled as it echoed distantly into the dark, endless chasm.

So that hadn’t changed, she thought in relief. She could still talk in this world. At least she could hear herself this time, even slightly. She wanted to soon forget the feeling of her own lungs almost tearing out from her scream that she couldn’t hear.

She squinted. Up ahead, far away, she could see swatches of color. Vague blobs, moving and shifting.

She wanted to run toward it, but she didn’t know if she could move this time. Perhaps whoever or what ever it was could help her figure out why she kept waking up here. But for whatever reason, the part of her brain that signaled her legs to walk seemed to have a bad connection.

Move, she thought, willing her limbs to budge, even a little. They were so light, and yet so heavy and stiff.

Her vision was clearing a bit, thankfully. She could see her own feet, pale and veiny and narrow, standing in…water? It rippled like water did. But it wasn’t cold, or wet.

Staring determinedly at her feet, she willed her muscles to move, even one step, in the direction of the blotches of color up ahead. She watched her own foot lift and break the surface of the black water, ripples spreading out around her.

She was glad she could move, albeit slowly. With each step, it became a little easier. Her limbs still felt so cumbersome, so rigid, as if she hadn’t moved in months.

It came into clearer view as she moved closer. It looked like a bed. Not a normal bed, though. This one had bars, bent upward with the head of the bed, which was inclined slightly. There was a heap of blankets, all in disarray across the mattress. Most of them were tan and white and ugly, but she could just barely make out a yellow blanket, curled around a body underneath the layers of cotton and fleece and polyester, rolled over away from her.

As she walked around to the other side of the bed, she noticed that the person underneath the blankets had red hair. Pale skin. Sunken cheeks.

She stopped dead as the person’s face came into full view.

It was her.

Max was staring at herself.

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sunarinluvr · 4 years ago

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|| haikyuu boys finding you asleep on the couch after an argument ||

includes: kuroo tetsurou, miya osamu, & oikawa tooru

a/n- hello! sorry for posting so late, but this has been sitting in my drafts for a while and i was actually in the mood to finish it so i hope yall enjoy! oh and im not really sure about how i feel about it,,, might take it down later we shall see.

warnings: none ( lmk if there’s anything! )

KUROO -

last night you saw a post kuroo’s “work wife” had made on instagram with her kissing him on the cheek, and it didn’t make you feel the best, so you decided to bring it up to him the next morning. and you did, just as he was getting ready for work you talked to him about it.

you were standing in front of him filled with anger arguing about how it made you uncomfortable, “can you please listen?! i dont feel comfortable with your “work wife” kissing you?” you yelled. “Y/N it was on the cheek its not a big deal!” and to be honest you just wanted to cry.

finally, he walked past you and opened the door. “i don’t have time for this y/n, stop being so insecure! at least she wouldn’t argue over something so small!” and with that, he slammed the door and you stood there stunned. kuroo knew that he shouldn’t have said that, instant regret and guilt filled his gut.

but he already said it, he can’t do anything about it now. with a frustrated sigh, he went to work. hoping to fix everything when he gets home. you stood there speechless, as you realized you still had work so slowly you made your way to the bathroom.

after getting ready and grabbing a quick snack you were out the door with a heavy chest. once you get home, tired and feeling worse than before. you trudged to the couch and plopped down letting out a shaky sigh remembering the argument and the words he said repeating in your head.

you broke down crying, and before you knew it, the exhaustion from today took over and you were sound asleep on the couch. kuroo got home an hour later, he felt guilty and was already practicing how he’d apologize to you as he walked in.“y/n? kitten?” no answer.

he called out again, and was met with silence, he made his way over to the living room where he found you sleeping on the couch. gently walking towards you he knelt down, and saw your tear-stained face which made his heart sink. “i fucked up” he said to himself.

giving you a gentle kiss on your forehead he softly apologized and carried you to the bedroom. you ended up waking up when you felt his body weight dent the bed. “tetsu?” you said softly squinting at him. relief rushes through his body at the sound of his nickname. looking at you with guilt in his eyes

“im so sorry kitten, i shouldn’t have said that. i didn’t mean to hurt you” he said gently. at that tears started flowing again and he was quick to hug you and wipe your tears with his other hand. “it’s ok, i shouldn’t have been so insecure anyways”

he shook his head with a frown “no it’s not your fault ok? i didn’t mean anything i said. i love you so so much and i’m so lucky that you’re mine” you look up at him and gave him a small smile “okay” before cuddling closer to him. giving you a soft kiss on the lips he hugged you tighter as you both fell asleep.

OSAMU -

osamu was just having a horrible day, his head was pounding and the customers he had to deal with today were just plain rude. then he had to do most of the work since one of his employees called in sick, and for some reason, everything just annoyed him.

you on the other hand did not know about his day at all and thought it would be nice of you to make a surprise visit. walking in with a huge smile on your face stopping midway when you realize he wasn’t at the counter. “where’s samu?” you asked sweetly to the employee

“he’s in the back, i think he has a headache,” she says giving you a small smile. you can tell something was off by the way she spoke but decided to just brush it off and make your way to the back. “hi samu! surprise!” you exclaimed cheerfully as you make your way towards him

he just kind of looks at you, which you thought was weird, but you decided to hug him anyways. when he doesn’t hug you back and groan, you pull away and look at him “baby i heard you had a headache. i didn’t bring any medicine, but we could eat first and i-”

you couldn’t even finish your sentence since osamu just stood up. he was infuriated and had no clue why, usually loved listening to you but today he was just annoyed. “look y/n a don’t mean ta be rude, but a don't have the energy for this right now. please just go home.” he said coldly staring right at you.

“excuse me? i came here to surprise you and this is what i get??” you said in shock, voice a little louder this time. rolling his eyes “Oh wow am so surprised! now will ya please go home? a don’t wanna argue right now!” he yelled. with tears forming in your eyes you quickly wiped them and left. osamu knew he shouldn’t have said all that, but he was too mad to run after you in front of all the customers.

you rushed home and sluggishly made your way to your room to change into something comfier, making your way to the couch, curling up into a ball allowing your tears to fall, and somehow falling asleep, after getting tired of crying. he gets home a few hours later, guilt building up in his stomach as he mentally slaps himself for the things he said.

walking into the living room he opened the lights and you were the first thing he noticed. seeing you curled up into a ball on the couch made his heart drop to his stomach. you on the other hand woke up because of the sudden change of lighting.

gradually adjusting your sight you see him and switch your gaze onto the floor when you saw him look at you too. seeing your puffy eyes he walks towards you slowly and sits beside you giving you enough space. “am sorry, a shouldn’t have taken my frustration out on ya.”

you look at him with watery eyes and his heart sinks “yea i was just trying to be nice, sorry i didn’t warn you before coming” he opened his arms and you instinctively scooted closer to him, he sighs “no a love it when you surprise me a was jus having a bad day a love ya so much ok?” finally hugging him “okay i love you too” giving you a quick kiss he offered to make you food and of course you said yes.

OIKAWA -

you love oikawa, and you’re very supportive and understanding especially when it comes to his career. but he has an awful habit of overworking himself and as much as you love him you can't bear the fact that you couldn’t even see him anymore.

he goes home late at night -as in you’re already sound asleep late- and when you do stay up to see him, he’s too tired to even keep a conversation. then the next morning he’s gone before you could even wake up. you’ve spoken to him about this many times, but alas nothing changed.

you woke up to an empty bed as usual, but today was different though, you’ve planned a dinner for about 2 weeks now. you were very excited because it’s been so long since you both spent some quality time together and he promised to come home early.

getting up you send him a little text reminding him of your dinner tonight, with a smile you head on over to the bathroom to get ready for work. once work was over you made a quick visit to the grocery store to buy the ingredients you’ll need to make tonight’s dinner.

quietly humming to yourself while going through each aisle, and double-checking your list to make sure you’re not missing anything while checking your phone here and there. oikawa still hasn’t replied “he must be busy,” you say to yourself as you send him another text about the dinner just in case. after about 30 minutes you get home rushing since it was already late, and immediately getting started on dinner.

once you're done you sat down and waited, and waited, and waited. it's been 4 hours. dinners cold and still no sign of your boyfriend. you decided to call him pissed off that he couldn’t even show up to one dinner, “hello? y/n i can't talk right now i still need to practice”

he said as soon as he picked up. “tooru? did you get my texts? what about dinner, we’ve made plans for this 2 weeks prior! i even-” you were cut off “look just eat without me ok? we can eat again somet-” now it was your turn to cut him off.

“oikawa tooru, you leave the house while i’m asleep and come back when i'm asleep. i just wanted to spend time with you..whatever good luck at practice,” you replied as you hang up. his heart sank when he heard the crack in your voice rushing to his car on his way home to you because he knows he fucked up.

buying your favorite flowers for you on the way home cursing himself and the world for making it traffic at that exact moment. when he got home the first thing he saw was the food and you fast asleep on the couch. he felt a pang of guilt about being late.

“y/n chan?” he said while gently waking you up. you stare at him with red puffy eyes and he hugged you giving you the flowers “im sorry baby, i should’ve prioritized you and our dinner. i promise ill do better” you saw how genuine he was being so you accepted the flowers and hugged him tighter as he offered to reheat the food you made.

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eternally-writing · 4 years ago

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helping hands | jjk

genre: fluff and angst

rating: G (no swearing or sexual content)

pairing: Jungkook x reader

theme: parent!au, idol!au, husband!au, one-shot

word count: 3k

warnings: none

synopsis: Parenting in general? Hard. Parenting while your husband Jungkook is away on tour? Extra hard.

special thank you to @justasparkwritings for beta reading this and @moccahobi for helping me with the title!

banner by me!

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It had been 2 weeks since Jungkook had left on tour. You would think that after being in the industry for 10 years he would have a little more leniency with his schedule, but even after the birth of your little girl, Jungkook couldn’t seem to get out of a 3 week tour around Japan and Korea.

It seemed like the Earth was weeping with you today as the rain battered against your window while you made what seemed like your 15th cup of coffee for the day. Your daughter Gidae was for once not crying - and you were eternally grateful since it gave you time to change out of your puke-covered shirt and close your eyes for 5 seconds... as if that was any replacement for the lack of sleep you’ve encountered.

All your friends whose husbands were busy idols or businessmen gave you the advice that “everything falls into place over time when you’re parenting on your own”. That it just magically happened. You’re not sure what memo you missed, or if there’s some book you forgot to read, or if worst of all, you lacked some parental intuition that everyone else possessed. Jungkook had left 13 days ago, and nothing had fallen into place.

Between Gidae being up all night every night, the pile of puke covered laundry sitting in a pile in the corner of your room, the dirty dishes in the sink that had accumulated to the point that you were eating your microwave meals with plastic cutlery, you definitely felt like a failure.

And probably the worst part of it all was that Jungkook wasn’t here to help you. This wasn’t the first time Jungkook left on tour while you two have been together, but it was the first time he had left you since Gidae had been born. The first time he had left you, a first time mother, alone with your child for an extended period of time. The first time you needed help and couldn’t ask him for it.

As if on command, while you were bracing yourself on the counter in exhaustion, your phone began to ring.

Incoming call: hubby kook ♡

As you pressed “accept call”, you could immediately heard the hustle and bustle of the backstage crowd. Too tired to be the first to say hello, you waited to see how long it would take for him to realize you were on the other line.

“Hey Y/N, just checking in before the show! How are things?” cheered Jungkook.

You could imagine what Jungkook looked like as he talked to you: already dressed in his first stage outfit, a makeup artist blotting away at the nervous sweat on his forehead, him grinning ear to ear with his hyungs and bursting with excitement for performing.

On a normal day, if you had maybe actually gotten some sleep or eaten at least one meal that didn’t come out of your freezer in the past week, you probably could have mustered a convincing “good! How’s the show going?” But you were on your last straw, and it was already giving way.

“Bad Jungkook. It’s bad. I haven’t slept at all for as long as I can remember. I have no clean clothes or clean dishes, I haven’t showered since you left so I smell like a pungent mixture of puke, sweat, and god knows what else, and Gidae misses you and won’t stop crying.So yes, it’s horrible without you here.”

You knew that wasn’t what Jungkook expected to hear,the sharp intake of breath on his side serving as a telltale sign you had caught him off guard.

“Baby I-, I’m sorry, I had no idea.”

You couldn’t stop your voice from cracking as you continued. Your chest was tightening, feelings bubbling over.

“It’s -“ you paused to take a breath. “It’s really hard without you Jungkook. Really really hard.”

Jungkook tried his best to piece together the words over the phone, but you could already hear the speakers in the background calling for Jungkook to head to his position for the start of the show.

“Y/N I-“

“You have to go Jungkook, I know. Bye.”

You didn’t give him a second to recuperate as you ended the call.

No parenting book ever provided you with advice on this. The loneliness, helplessness, and frustration you were feeling right now. Crumpling down to the kitchen floor, you felt like the world was collapsing around you as you sobbed.

As if on cue, Gidae’s cries joined yours from the other room.

--♡--

You woke up slouched in a rocking chair in the nursery, with your hand reaching down to touch your daughter’s in her crib. She seemed to show you some leniency by sleeping more than 2 hours at a time, but unsure of how much free time she’d give you, you figured you might as well get a head start of the day since you felt like you were miserably falling behind already.

While mixing some formula in your kitchen, you heard a knock on your front door. The only people who ever came over were the boys and a couple of your friends, and you definitely weren’t expecting any visitors at 8am.

Frying pan clutched in your hand (safety first, right?), you creaked open your door to see a small woman standing in front of you.

With a cheery smile painting her face, the lady began to speak.

“Mrs. Jeon, I’m Seokjin-ssi’s nanny. I’ve been sent here today to take care of Gidae. Here’s a note from Mr. Jeon.”

You couldn’t help the smile that decorated your face after reading it. After so many years together, Jungkook still managed to surprise you. Taking in that there was now a woman in your house who was basically Supernanny here to help you, you couldn’t help but let out a sigh of relief.

When Jungkook said that you were going to be pampered today, he sure meant it. By a “car” being outside, he actually meant a glorious Porsche with a driver and all your favorite snacks tucked in the backseat. He had booked an entire spa day just for you to get whatever treatments you needed without having to deal with the hustle and bustle of anyone else being around. Simply being in an environment that didn’t always sound like crying and children’s TV shows felt like heaven. A schedule had been waiting when you arrived, including a built in “nap” (multiple hours is just sleep, right?) in one of their private suits and lunch with none other than your best friend. It was the best surprise, and the girl talk you shared was exactly what you needed. Of course the mom guilt crept in, but whenever it did you reminded yourself of Jungkook’s words - you needed this, and only once you take care of yourself will you really be able to take care of your daughter.

You weren’t sure if it was because of the hydrating face mask or the 3 hours of uninterrupted sleep that you were able to get, but you walked into your house with a new pep in your step thanks to the relaxing day that Jungkook planned for you.

Welcomed by Ms. Yeong wearing an apron and bustling around your kitchen, you smelled freshly baked cookies (chocolate chip, your favorite too) and were thrilled at the sight of a clean house in front of you.

Wiping her hands on her apron, she began to speak with that signature smile.

“I’ve cooked dinner for you tonight and also have meals for the next 3 days in the fridge. The dishes are all done and your laundry should all be folded in your drawers. Gidae just had some milk and is now watching some Cocomelon.She woke up from her nap around 3 hours ago.”

In your excitement you couldn’t help giving her the biggest hug, squeezing her tightly. Slowly, Ms.Yeong began to pat your back, unclear about whether this hug was really for you or for her.

“I’m just doing my job Mrs. Jeon.”

You pulled away to look sincerely into her eyes.

“You are seriously a lifesaver Ms.Yeong, I don’t know what I would have done without you.”

After patting your back again, it was her turn to be sincere.

“You’re a good mother, Mrs. Jeon. I know it may not feel like it sometimes, but you really are. Gidae is lucky to have you as a mom.”

Tears began to prick at your eyes, but unlike yesterday, these were happy tears. With all the failures that you had felt in the past two weeks, it meant everything to hear those words from someone, to get some confirmation that you weren’t completely messing things up.

Unable to make any words come out of your mouth, all you could do was nod in appreciation at what she was able to do for you today. Your eyes glimmering with unshed tears said all the words that Ms.Yeong needed to hear.

As she walked out the door, you made a mental note to message Seokjin and thank him for finding the angel on Earth who saved you today.

--♡--

Picking up your daughter from her crib, you cooed and brought her to you. Settling into your rocking chair, you cradled her gently in her arms.

“Mommy missed you today, babygirl, and I know you miss daddy.”

At the mention of the word “daddy” you could see your daughter perk up, looking around and trying to find said male.

All you could do is kiss her forehead. “I miss your daddy too. He’s really amazing, yknow.”

“Amazing, really? I may have said handsome, or sexy, or...”

Your head whipped around to the source of the sound.

And there he was, in the flesh. Jeon Jungkook, the man you had been waiting to see for days on end, was standing right at the door.

“Hi my love,” he said with his silly grin.

Your heart felt like it was bursting as you saw him there, and you couldn’t help but start sobbing your heart out (and I mean ugly sobbing). You felt a waterfall of emotions seeing Jungkook so close.

“Hey hey hey, what’s with this crying? I came home because I didn’t want you to be crying anymore baby.”

Walking over to you, he crouched in front of your chair and started to wipe your tears. Cupping your face in his hands, he pressed his forehead against you.

“I missed you Y/N. I missed you so much.”

You were still reeling from Jungkook’s presence.

“You have no idea how much I’ve dreamed about this Kook. I feel like I’m dreaming.”

Jungkook pressed a short kiss on your lips.

“Well believe it, I’m here for real babe,” he said sentimentally as he peppered your face with kisses.

Picking your daughter out of your grasp, Jungkook lifted Gidae into his hold, lifting her slightly into the air first to make her giggle. Putting on his best stern dad voice, he began his lecture.

“And you little miss, what is this I hear about you causing trouble for your mom?” Questioned Jungkook.

You smiled through your tears as you watched Jungkook go into “dad mode”.

“Before I left you promised you’d be a good girl, but I think good girls don’t cry all through the night and they definitely don’t make a mess with their toys or throw up all over their mommy.”

As Jungkook raised an eyebrow, your daughter looked at him, slightly apologetic, eyes shifting down to the floor, as if she could understand a word of what he said.

“But most of all Gidae, I missed you a whole lot. Your daddy missed you a whole lot.”

You felt like your heart could burst at the way Jungkook looked at your daughter. Even though he might be miles away when he works, you know that he doesn’t love you or your daughter any less.

“I’ll let you put her back to bed, daddy. It is my day off after all, right?” You joked with a chuckle.

Picking up your hand and kissing your palm, Jungkook grinned in agreement.

“Of course my love, go wash up and I’ll see you in bed.”

--♡--

After reading A Very Hungry Caterpillar, The Princess & the Pea, and Rainbow Fish, Gidae was beginning to yawn in Jungkook’s arms. It seemed that it wasn’t just Jungkook who was reluctant to let their father-daughter time come to an end, as Gidae was still fighting to keep her eyes open, and always kept one tiny fist clutched onto the middle of Jungkook’s shirt, as if she was worried he could disappear at any moment.

Wondering what was taking them so long, you peeked your head back in the doorway to watch Jungkook look at your daughter like she was the one who put the stars in the sky. Not wanting to interrupt, you stayed as silent as possible as you watched them together.

“Now I’m gonna say something very important Gidae, and you need to listen very very carefully to me.”

Bringing her up to eye level, Jungkook looked at your daughter sincerely as he continued.

“Sometimes daddy isn’t here and it’s just you and mommy, but I want you to know that daddy loves you and mommy so much, and you’re always gonna be daddy’s little girl, even if I’m not here with you. And I miss you always, so so much. Daddy loves you.”

You could see the tears start to stream down Jungkook’s face, and as much as you wanted to run to him and wipe his tears, just as he did hours earlier, you knew that this moment wasn’t for you. This was for Jungkook and Gidae, and you were sure that he was going to remember this forever.

“You know what would make me so happy Gidae? If you could say the word daddy. Come on - “da” “da”. You can do it!”

He started to bounce her on his lap, exaggerating his mouth movements so much that you were worried that he would accidentally pop his jaw out. His ministrations continued on fruitlessly, with Gidae still staring at him with big doe eyes (a trait she inherited from Jungkook, of course).

Unable to hide your presence any longer, you had to help Jungkook out. “You were only gone for 2 weeks, Kook. She’s still only 6 months old, it’s going to be a little while before she says any words.”

Jungkook shook his head in disbelief. It seemed that Gidae had finally succumbed to sleep in his arms, and he stared down at her again.

“Look at how big she is Y/N, she’s grown so much just in the little while I’ve been gone.”

He looked at you with tears shimmering in his doe eyes yet again.

“Seriously, next time I leave on a tour and come back she’s going to be walking and talking or something.” joked Jungkook as he lightly wiped his tears.

You hugged Jungkook from behind, pressing a kiss to his shoulder before resting your head on it.

“Wherever you are though babe, I’m gonna take photos and videos of all of it so you won’t miss a second of it.”

Jungkook stayed silent as he simply enjoyed having his small family together again.

“You were right earlier you know, on the phone.”

“Hmm?” You hummed in response, unsure of what he was getting at.

“This isn’t working - me leaving isn’t working. I’m not 15 years old anymore, when I could just drop everything and travel the world; I have the two most precious girls in the world with me now, and I need to take care of them.”

Putting his hand in yours, you sincerely looked him in the eye.

“We’re always going to be proud of you Koo, and you know I love watching you do what you love. This may be the hard part, once she gets a little older we could start travelling with you or you could fly back too. Whatever comes our way, we’ll handle it together.”

Jungkook kissed you passionately, hoping his lips could convey what he couldn’t seem to put into words. He repeated your words back to you.

“Whatever comes our way, we’ll handle it together.”

As if Mother Nature was on your side, the rain stopped, leaving the smell of new beginnings wafting in through your window.

--♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡--

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Deja Vu (part 2 of 'Drivers License')

(inspired by deja vu by Olivia Rodrigo)

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“What the fuck is this?”

Harry flinched as his girlfriend shoved the phone at him. He’d just got out of the shower, hair still dripping wet, but it wasn’t so out of the ordinary that she would start a fight first thing in the morning.

He sighed and gently pushed her phone away from his face. “Baby, if it’s another rumour about me cheating on you...I was with you this whole week!”

“No.” She lifted the phone up to his face again. “That girl just released another song about you.”

Even though Harry didn’t let it show, whenever he heard about Y/N, his heart would always skip a beat. He couldn’t remember exactly when the last time they’d spoken was, but he knew in his last message to her, he’d congratulated her on that new song about him. She’d never replied, and he’d taken it as the answer — they could never go back to the way it was.

It had broken his heart to listen to ‘drivers license’. Y/N had never been the kind of person to be vocal about her feelings. Or maybe she’d expressed it through actions instead of words, and he had been too nonchalant to see? He hadn’t meant to break her heart and leave her in the dust. After all, she used to be his best friend.

“Y/N’s a songwriter. She writes about her own experience the same way I do. Maybe that song is not even about me, babe,” he calmly told his girlfriend, who was standing in front of him with fresh tears in her eyes. He hated to see her cry, and he hated that this wasn’t the first time she’d done it because of him. He tried to reach for her but she stepped back, shaking her head.

“Listen to the song.”

“Baby.”

“Listen to the song,” his girlfriend repeated without looking at him. “Why are you so afraid?”

“I’m not.”

“Then listen to it and tell me it’s not about you, and that she’s not throwing shades at me. I’m so tired of this girl telling the world about how horrible we are as if you had even dated her in the first place—”

“Fine,” Harry exhaled sharply, his eyes pinched shut. He hated that when his girlfriend got mad, she would get so mean for no reason, and the last thing he wanted to hear right now was her insulting Y/N. He knew Y/N. She had always been respectful to his new relationship. However, he wasn’t in the position to tell his girlfriend how to feel about this situation. He knew it was all his fault, so he stayed quiet, took the phone from his girlfriend and sat down on the edge of the bed. His girlfriend stood with her back against the wall facing him, waiting for him to play the song so she could see his reaction to it.

“Go on,” she told him, her voice emotionless.

Harry looked at the song on Spotify. It was titled deja vu. He took a deep breath and one last look at his girlfriend before finding enough courage to press play.

Y/N’s previous song about him had been blasted in every shop he’d visited, all the time when he was filming, every time he was in the car, and now, the moment he heard her voice again, it really did feel like deja vu.

Car rides down Malibu

Strawberry ice cream

One spoon for two…

“Are we there yet?”

“No, stop being so impatient! Just keep on driving!” Y/N said and looked out of the window on the passenger side. The sun was going down, and the horizon was gradually turning the colour of an egg yolk. It was their last day in Miami. They had been filming for every day that week, and this was the only day they could spend just for themselves.

Harry stole a glance at Y/N and saw that she’d finished half the strawberry ice cream while bobbing her head to the song Uptown Girl on the radio. He frowned, making her laugh when she noticed.

“Open your mouth,” she said and fed him a spoon of ice cream.

“Ahh, brain freeze!”

“But it’s good, isn’t it?”

“So good.” Harry licked his lips. The face he made got Y/N laughing harder.

Fifteen minutes later they arrived at a secluded beach. Y/N had found this place when she traveled to this city alone two summers ago and almost got lost.

Together, she and Harry carried their picnic things through a palm forest, and by the time they saw the ocean, the moon had made a fading presence on the pink Miami sky.

Y/N picked up her shoes and ran towards the waves, letting it chase her back into Harry’s arms and nearly knocking him over. Their laughter echoed in the wind as their shadows stretched out long and lanky on the empty beach. In that very moment, it felt to Harry as if they were the only people in this world, and he had a sense of peace that he might never be able to experience again.

“You don’t get to see this in the city,” Y/N said dreamily as she pulled Harry’s jacket tighter around herself. It was dark now, and the sky above them was full of stars. They sat shoulder to shoulder on a picnic blanket, listening to the whispers of the ocean and the wind. Harry used Y/N’s jacket as a blanket because it was too small for him to put on. They’d laughed for five minutes straight when she told him he looked like that monkey from Aladdin and took plenty of photos just to prove the point.

“I don’t want to leave tomorrow,” he said, still looking at the sky.

“Me neither,” Y/N sighed, her shoulder brushing his. There was a pause, and he could feel her eyes on him, so he turned and saw her looking. “When I get home,” she said with a small smile that made her eyes sparkle, “I’ll learn to drive, and when we come to Miami next time, I can drive you to this beach.”

“I’d love that,” Harry said, then made her pink-promise him.

“They went to Miami last week.”

Y/N blinked. The beach and starry sky disappeared in a second, and she found herself once again standing in the fitting room with her stylist and best friend.

“What?” her best friend marched over to where she stood in front of the full-length mirror.

Her stylist was holding the phone up to show her the article. “Here. Harry took that actress to Miami last week.”

“Don’t show her these!” Y/N’s best friend grabbed the phone and put it on the vanity desk as she gestured to the stylist. “You do your work. Enough chit-chatting.”

“I took him there,” Y/N said. She didn’t even recognise her own voice at first because she was too in shock. She didn’t think Harry would do something like that. But let’s be honest -- how much did she really know about him?

It had been a few months since his last text to her, which she had ignored, and now her song had been overplayed, and nobody cared about the drama anymore. The whole world had moved on, and she had, too. Or so she’d thought. Now, seeing these pictures of him and his girlfriend on that Miami beach made Y/N feel betrayed.

“Asshole,” her best friend said and grabbed her shoulders. “Don’t worry baby. You’re prettier.”

Y/N worked up a smile and opened her mouth to say that she was fine, but then she heard someone call her name and turn around. They weren’t calling for her. Just a name similar to hers that had become an inside joke between her and her friends.

The moment she locked eyes with Harry’s girlfriend, her heart seemed to stop as she held her breath, her lips thinned as if to hold back a scream. She didn’t know the girl personally and had never run into her before today. How unfortunate that they had to be in the same room after Y/N had seen those Miami pics.

“What is she doing here?” Y/N’s best friend asked the stylist the question Y/N was too afraid to ask.

“Fitting for an event, I guess,” the stylist said.

Y/N told them to just ignore the others and mind their own business. The sooner they got the measurements, the faster she could leave. Or she could leave right now and come back another day, but that would make it look like the other girl’s presence was bothering her. They were both actresses, and so they would have to run into each other at some point. She must be professional about it. This was normal. Just act normal.

“He’s so unique,” Harry’s girlfriend said while laughing with her team. Y/N didn’t mean to overhear the conversation, but apparently, the girl was making sure that Y/N heard her loud and clear. “We were watching reruns of Glee last night, and he even sang to me and told me he loved me inbetween the chorus and the verse. Don’t touch the jacket! It’s Harry’s and it’s Gucci. We exchange jackets sometimes. Isn’t that adorable?”

“Show off,” Y/N’s best friend scoffed while shaking her head.

Y/N didn’t say anything. In her mind, she agreed with her best friend for a second and immediately felt that she was being petty so she forced herself to just be nonchalant about it.

She could not. She could not ignore the fact that she’d been replaced as if she didn’t matter. Harry was doing all the things he used to do with her with his new girl. Even taken her to that Miami beach. Their place.

Y/N bit her lip and tried to hold back the half-formed tears in her eyes as the stylist went on talking about the fabric. She chose a random one just to get this over with.

“I hope that fucker gets deja vu.”

“What?” Y/N blinked at her best friend, who gave a mean shrug as she glared at the girl.

“He’s probably thinking of you while doing all that shit with her.”

Y/N pondered over it. Over and over. Even after the girlfriend’s laughter had faded down the hallway, and Y/N was also packing up to leave the studio. Her best friend’s words stayed with her as she got into the car and watched the street of London pass by her window.

That night, when she was alone in her living room with her piano. She sat down and started playing a few experimental chords. Then, she cried. Her tears blurred the handwritten lyrics on her notebook as she tried again.

“I have this idea,” she told her manager on the phone before sending the recording. It was three in the morning.

“Oh my god,” her manager exclaimed, sounding much more enthusiastic than he had when picking up her call. “This song...is so gonna win a Grammy!”

Y/N’s song had won a Grammy.

They had talked about it for so long. Harry had encouraged her to pursue a singing career, because she’d started out as an actress but was blessed with the most beautiful voice he had ever heard.

Ironic, wasn’t it? Now he was sitting at the front row and looking up at her as she received the award from an artist she looked up to, for the song written about him. She smiled at the crowd as the light shone on her and everyone was cheering because she deserved this. She said her thanks and expressed her gratitude to her family, her teams and her fans. She didn’t say his name. He hadn’t hoped that she would, because he knew there was no way his name would come with a positive message. So he was kind of glad she hadn’t mentioned him.

His girlfriend squeezed his arm as if she knew what he was thinking of. He smiled at his girlfriend. A smile of reassurance. They had put it behind them and promised to try again after all the fights about the song they were playing right now. Nothing would change after tonight. Because there was nothing Harry could change.

He caught Y/N’s eyes for one brief moment as she ascended the stage. Although he was sure he loved his girlfriend, there was something about that look that made him sad. Would he be happier to come here with Y/N tonight instead of his girlfriend? He wouldn’t know, because that would never happen. He didn’t even know if she still resented him, or if she was still the same person he remembered. A lot could change in a day let alone many months. And it was scary to think someone you used to know so much had become a complete stranger. The opposite of love wasn’t hate. It was indifference. And Harry felt it deeply as Y/N never paid him a second glance.

At the after-party, he worked up the courage to approach her when he found her standing alone texting on her phone.

“Hi. How are you?” he said.

Y/N looked at him as if she couldn’t understand English. If she ignored him and walked away, this would be the most humiliating moment of his life.

But no. She pressed her lips into a gentle smile and said, “I’m good. How are you?”

“Good.” He nodded, wanting to shake her hand, but his fingers stayed glued together behind his back. “Congratulations on your win.”

“Thank you.” She picked up the glass of wine on the table beside them, and Harry knew he’d lost his chance of shaking her hand tonight. “Did you like the song?”

“Yeah. It was good,” he said, finding it difficult to hold eye contact with her. There was something new about her that unsettled him, and he couldn’t pinpoint what it was. “Thank you.”

“For what?”

“For speaking out about it.”

“Oh.” Y/N showed no emotion as she shrugged. “It’s alright. I only said the truth. The song was fictional, and I don’t want anyone to get hate for it.”

They both knew it wasn’t true, and he couldn’t tell her that his girlfriend had almost broken up with him for it. Even if he had told her that, he didn’t think Y/N would care. She didn’t look like the Y/N he knew anymore. Suddenly, he recalled that night on the beach, when she was still looking at him with feelings.

“Look, Y/N, I—”

Before he got a chance to form a proper thought for what he was going to say, his girlfriend, who was obviously drunk, shouted from somewhere behind him. “Babe, Jeff’s wearing a tiny jacket! He looks more like the monkey than you!”

Harry looked at Y/N. She held his gaze. The corners of her red lips quirked as she raised her glass. “Deja vu?”

Just like that, she left him standing there all by himself.

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