#i took a shower earlier n my mom got me some bed pads n i been throwin up less

[coyote-kiddo]

mm the Sick s really kickin m butt today... :(

[thatgirlstrawberry]

Sick Surprise pt. 6 — Rossi’s Princess Castle

In which Spencer invites Y/N to his team’s dinner but the sitter for Eloise cancels

Warnings: Fluff, ¿smut scene?, Eloise, Henry and Jack being adorable, dirty jokes, Derek teasing Spencer, the team being like wtf— 😧

Spencer Reid x fem!reader

Spencer’s chest heaved as he collapsed on the bed next to his girlfriend. Her eyes were still squeezed shut and her lip between her teeth.

After a moment of breathing and calming down, Y/N hummed and moved to lay close to him. “Wanna go shower?” She asked, kissing his neck. “We can be louder in there.” He chuckled, rubbing her cheek with the pad of his thumb.

“Of course.” He kissed her lips and pulled away, laughing when she tried to catch his lips again. She giggled as he began talking again. “So… there’s this dinner…” He trailed off.

Y/N hummed, her fingers grazing over his abs gently. “Mhm…”

Spencer cleared his throat. “My friend from work is hosting at his house and Um—“ He paused and kissed her because her lips were searching for his. “They know that I’m dating someone— that someone being you— and Rossi invited you.”

Y/N stopped he movement of her hand and looked up at him. A small smile grew on her lips. “Really?” She asked quietly.

Spencer smiled down at her. “Really. I would really like for them to meet you.”

Y/N nodded. “But what if they don’t like me?”

The man scoffed. “They’re gonna love you.” He whispered. “I love you.”

Her smile grew and she grabbed the side of his face, kissing him. He pushed her hair out of the way and kissed her back. “I love you too. So much.” She mumbled between kisses. “And I would love to come to dinner.”

Spencer chuckled. “If you keep kissing me like that we’re not gonna make it to the shower.”

Y/N smirked, moving her body to straddle waist. “I’m okay with that.”

.•.•.•.•.•.•.•.•.•.•.

Two days later, Y/N stood in front of her full body mirror in a dress and heels. Eloise was jumping on her bed and singing some song about colors she had heard on the tv earlier in the day.

“Mommy, how long you gonna be gone?” Eloise asked as she stopped jumping.

The mother hummed and spun around. “Just a few hours.”

Eloise shook her head and frowned. “A foo hours is wike… forever, mommy!”

Y/N giggled and sat on the edge of her bed, letting Eloise lean against her. “No it’s not, Eloisey. And you get to be here with Katie. Don’t you like Katie?”

The girl gasped. “Oh my dosh— I wuv Katie.” She breathed out.

Y/N smiled and nodded, kissing her cheek. “I know! You guys are gonna have so much fun!”

Like the universe hated her or something, her phone buzzed beside her and she picked it up.

From: Katie

Hi Y/N! I’m sooooo sorry but i can’t watch Eloise tonight. I think I caught the flu and I’d hate to get her sick

Y/N sighed and shut her eyes. “You’ve got to be fucking me in the ass.” She groaned, forgetting that there was a 3 year old right next to her.

“Mommy, why did you say the fuck word?” Eloise asked causing her to groan louder.

She opened her eyes and put a smile on her face. She knew that Spencer’s phone was on silent and he probably wouldn’t be paying much attention to it while he was with his team.

“No reason baby.” She shook her head. “Go pick out an outfit for you to wear tonight, okay?”

Eloise furrowed her eyebrows. “Why?”

Y/N swiped Jaír out of her baby’s eyes. “Because Katie can’t come tonight so, we’re gonna go eat dinner with Spencer.”

Eloise squealed and crawled off of her mom’s bed and ran out into her room.

.•.•.•.•.•.•.•.•.•.•.•.•.

When Y/N arrived at the house— the fucking mansion— she sighed and looked back at Eloise.

“Oh my dosh, Spenther’s fwiend wives in a princess castle!” The girl shouted, clapping her hands.

Y/N laughed. “Yes, he does live in a princess castle.” She took her phone off of the gps thingy in her car and got out.

She walked around the front of the car and got Eloise out of her car seat. “You ready?” She asked, hiking the girl up on her hip, and holding her fist out.

“Ready fweddy.” Eloise nodded and bumped her tiny fist on Y/N’s.

Y/N nodded and began to walk up the stone driveway. She got to the door, feeling her heart hammer in her chest. “Oh god, I can’t do this.” She whispered.

“Yeth you can mommy.” Eloise smiled and touched her mother’s cheek.

She kissed Eloise’s forehead and quickly pressed the doorbell. They heard the sound outside before hearing Spencer’s voice.

“That’s Y/N!” He said, trying to be quiet. “Don’t ask too many questions— Derek why are you sm- stop smirking.”

Y/N took a deep breath in and the door swung open. Spencer’s smile widened when he saw Eloise in her arms.

The woman shook her head. “I’m really sorry, my sitter canceled and I knew that I wouldn’t be able to find one on short notice and I’m really—“

“Y/N, Y/N.” Spencer stopped her. “It’s okay! I was hoping you’d bring Eloise anyway.” He said, looking at the kid. “I missed my girl anyways.” He smiled and Eloise held her arms out.

Y/N let Spencer take her out of her arms. “Are you sure this is okay? Do I look okay? Is my makeup-“

Spencer leaned forward to kiss her shortly. “Everything is fine.” He nodded.

Y/N nodded and smiled up at him nervously, following him as he moved back inside the house.

She walked behind him and heard a quiet gasp as they entered the dining room. “Oh my God, is that a child!?”

Y/N bit her lip and stood next to Spencer, smiling nervously and looking around at everyone. “Uh, guys this is Y/N.” He said nodding down at her. “And this is Eloise,” He noticed how Y/N stiffened under the team’s stares. He cleared his throat.

A blonde dressed in bright purple stood up and made her way towards them. “Oh my goodness!” She pulled Y/N into a hug causing a surprised noise to leave the woman’s mouth. “It’s so nice to meet you!” She pulled away and looked at the girl in Spencer’s arms. “And you too! Oh my gosh you’re adorable.”

“Hi, it’s nice to meet you.” Y/N spoke.

“I’m Penelope!”

Eloise became shy and she waved, leaning into Spencer’s neck. Y/N giggled and said hi.

Then, everyone else walked up to them and introduced themselves to her and Eloise.

Derek and Savannah, David Rossi, Emily Prentiss, JJ and Will and Aaron Hotchner all greeted her with a smile and a handshake— JJ hugged her.

When the blonde woman met Eloise, she glanced up at Spencer with wide eyes. “I’m JJ.” She told the girl.

“Hi JJ.” Eloise greeted quietly.

Y/N smiled and Eloise looked at her with wide eyes. “What’s wrong baby?” The girl waved her over and she walked over, leaning closer to her. Eloise whispered something in her mom’s ear.

A moment later, she pulled away from her and looked at Rossi. “I’m sorry, can we go use your bathroom?”

The man nodded. “Of course.” He smiled. “It’s right down that hallway to the left.”

“Thank you.” She nodded, taking Eloise from Spencer and nodding at him before walking to the bathroom.

The team waited until her heels stopped clicking and the bathroom door shut.

Derek scoffed. “So how exactly did you win her over?” He asked with a chuckle. Savannah slapped his arm.

Spencer rolled his eyes. “We met at this coffee shop near her apartment—“

JJ smiled. “What, like five years ago? I mean, that kid is huge!” She exclaimed in a hushed whisper.

He shook his head. “No Um… I met her six months ago. Eloise is Um… she’s not mine.” He hated saying because even though technically it was true, anything a father would do for his daughter, he’d do for Eloise.

“She’s adorable, Reid.” Emily spoke. “Oh, the kid is too.” She jokingly shrugged.

Spencer smiled and rolled his eyes. “She’s really nervous so can we please tone down the compliments.”

JJ’s eyes lit up. “Ooh! Maybe Eloise would like to play with Henry and Jack when dinner is cooking.” She pursed her lips. “They’re just in the back yard.”

Spencer shrugged. “We’ll have to ask her.” As if on cue, Y/N’s heels began clicking again and Eloise was saying things.

They came around the corner and /N was holding Eloise’s hand as they walked. She let go of her mother’s hand and ran up to Rossi, pulling on his pant leg. “Scuse me, mithter. Do you wive in a princess castle?”

The team laughed and Rossi bent down a bit. “I do live in a princess castle.” He nodded.

Spencer chuckled and leaned over to Y/N as the two of them went into a deep conversation about Eloise’s favorite princesses.

“Is it okay if she goes outside and plays with JJ and Hotch’s boys?” He asked.

Y/N nodded. “Yeah, of course. But you didn’t need to ask my permission.” She told him quietly. “I trust you, okay?”

Spencer nodded and kissed the side of her head before getting Eloise’s attention. “Hey, Eloisey do you wanna go play outside and meet some new friends?”

The girl nodded shyly and Spencer held out his hands. Eloise grabbed onto both and hopped onto his feet. Y/N laughed as he began to waddle towards the sliding doors behind the dining room table.

JJ went out before him so she could rally up the other kids. “Hey guys?” She called. Y/N followed behind Spencer and Eloise.

The boys stopped throwing the ball around and came running towards JJ. “Is dinner done yet, mommy?” Henry asked.

JJ chuckled. “Not yet honey. I wanted you and Jack to meet Spencer’s friends Y/N and Eloise.”

They looked up at the woman and then at the girl who held a small smile. “I’m Eloise.” She nodded. “You wike pwaying superhewoes?” She asked.

Jack nodded rapidly and Henry gasped. “We love playing superheroes.”

Eloise hopped off of Spencer’s feet. “Otay. I’m donna be the good one. You duys be da bad ones.”

She ran further into the yard and Y/N laughed, covering her mouth as they ran after her. “She’s gonna sleep gooood tonight.” She nodded with a smile.

Rossi tapped her on the shoulder and she turned around. “Would you like a glass of wine?”

“Ooh.” She smiled. “What do you have?” She asked.

Rossi chuckled. “A whole damn cellar, sweetheart.”

.•.•.•.•.•.•.•.•.•.•.•.

Emily, Penelope, JJ, Savannah and Y/N all stood around the kitchen island with their glasses of wine. The guys sat around in the backyard watching the kids play. “So…” Emily smirked. “How’s the sex?”

Y/N almost choked on her wine and took the glass away from her mouth, wiping her noir with a napkin. She giggled and kissed her teeth. JJ slapped Emily’s arm. “What? It’s a real question.” She shrugged.

The woman inhaled. “It’s fuckin’ mind blowing. He like a vagina wizard or something.” She laughed. The rest of the girls laughed as well.

They were consumed in conversation when the oven dinged. Y/N raised her hand. “I’ll go get the guys.” She told them.

She set her glass down and walked out of the kitchen and towards the sliding doors. The guy’s chairs were faced away from the door and she slowly open it. Before she called for them, she paused when she caught the end of their conversation.

“I think she was sent by God. She’s perfect.” Spencer’s voice was quiet but she smiled hearing every word. “A-and Eloise is the cherry on top. I didn’t know that I wanted kids until I met her. She’s the best. And she’s just like her mother.”

Y/N teared up and bit her lip as the guys all ‘awed’ and patted him on the back. “And I’m gonna marry her. I don’t know when but it’s going to happen.”

Her grin widened and she cleared her throat. “Um, I think dinner is ready.” She said quietly. They all turned back, not think that she had heard their entire conversation.

Rossi popped out of his chair and clapped. “Great! You’re gonna love my lasagna.” He nodded.

“Lasagna?” She repeated, glancing at her cute but very messy girl.

Rossi chuckled. “Oh, don’t worry. I made the kids chicken nuggets and fries.”

Y/N sighed in relief and laughed. She saw Eloise running up to her and she bent down. The girl ran and jumped into her arms. “Mommy, can Jack and Henry come over tomorrow!?” She asked.

Y/n spun her around. “We’ll have to ask their parents but it’s okay with me! Come on let’s go eat!”

Spencer smiled as he watched Y/N wiggle her around as they went inside.

He got so lucky.

.•.•.•.•.•.•.•.•.•.•.

After dinner, the kids were watching a Disney movie in Rossi’s home theater and the adults were all standing around the kitchen island talking.

Spencer grabbed Y/N’s hand and she leaned over to him. “I love you.” She spoke quietly. “And thank you for being with me and Eloise.”

He kissed her cheek, knowing that the others were too immersed in conversation with each other. “I will always be with you.”

Y/N giggled. “And the girls might tease you at work for a little while.”

Spencer furrowed his eyebrows with a smile. “Why?” He asked, rubbing his hand over her lower back.

“I may or may not have called you a vagina wizard.”

———————————————————————-

HAHAHAHAHAHH

I love this so much and I love that Y/N and Eloisey met the teammmmm!

The next chapter has some angst and it’s gonna be about Eloise’s 4th birthday! So excited!

I hope you enjoyed this chapter

Love ya bunches ❤️❤️❤️

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[luci-in-trenchcoats]

If I Fell For You (Part 2) - Baseball Caps & Stroller Naps

Summary: The reader gets into the swing of things around the Ackles household and starts having more one on one time with Jensen. He even offers to set her up with a friend of his. When he invites her to a family outing as a friend though, she gets another glimpse that he might not be as put together as he appears...

Masterlist

Pairing: Jensen x nanny!reader

Square: Daddy!Jensen

Word Count: 5,900ish

Warnings: language, mention of death of a spouse/death of a parent

A/N: Things are starting to happen! This was also written for @supernatural-jackles​ Tell Me A Story Bingo!

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“Good morning,” you said the next day as Jensen walked into the kitchen covered in sweaty workout clothes.

“Morning,” he said, going to the fridge to grab a drink. “Get the kids to school okay?”

“Yup,” you said, Jensen sniffing the air and humming as he walked over to where a loaf of banana bread was cooling in the rack. “Ah, it’s still too hot. Wait another half hour.”

“Fine,” he grumbled. “It smells amazing by the way. I don’t think anything’s been baked in this house in six months.”

“I’ve always enjoyed it,” you said, Jensen taking a seat on top of the counter. He chugged down the cold bottle of water, some of it dripping down the corners of his mouth. “Enjoy sleeping in today?”

“You don’t know the half of it. I feel amazing.”

“You look rested for the first time since I’ve met you,” you said. “You should sleep in on the weekends more too. The kids don’t need to be up at dawn.”

“No, they don’t,” he said. “I do love sleep too. You do okay with getting the three of them going on your own today?”

“Yeah. JJ’s old enough to get herself dressed and make her bed and do a few things on her own. The twins are a balancing act but the trick is to give yourself double the amount of time you think you need and you’ll never be late.”

“Not a bad tip,” he said as you finished wiping off a glass and picked up a pad and pen. “Whatcha working on?”

“Ideas for crafts and that sort of thing. You guys have a lot of supplies already so I was thinking of some ideas to do this week,” you said.

“You know...you can stick them in front of a TV too. They have their shows they like. We aren’t big on tracking screen time,” he said. “As long as they play and do some kind of creative thing everyday they can watch TV for a few hours in a row if they want. Our parents didn’t worry about that shit when we were kids, you know?”

“No, they didn’t do that,” you said. He lifted up the bottom of his muscle tank and wiped off his face, your eyes going straight down to the pad so you wouldn’t risk staring. “Any work scheduled for today?”

“I gotta wash up, head to the brewery for a few to check on things. I have some voice acting work I’m doing right now so I go to a place downtown and record that. That’ll be my afternoon. I can handle making dinner tonight. I should be back around four thirty, maybe a hair after,” he said. 

“Alright,” you said. “Anything you need at the store today?”

“Nah, we got plenty here,” he said. He wiped off his face with his shirt again, using his collar this time. You handed him a dish towel and he smiled, rubbing it over his neck and head. “Sorry. I’m dripping aren’t I.”

“A little. Do you work out a lot?” you asked. 

“No more than the average person. Try to do thirty minutes in the morning most days of the week. It’s sort of been my only alone time lately,” he said.

“Are you a runner?”

“God no. I’m not built for that. I like boxing and HIIT, weights, that sort of stuff. Part of my job is to look a certain way so if I’m gonna be the tough guy…”

“You gotta look like a tough guy?” you asked. He smiled and you looked him up and down. “Don’t get me wrong. You’re a strong guy, that’s pretty obvious. But you’re not a tough guy.”

“Oh I’m not?” he asked but there was a lightness to his voice.

“Tough guys tend to be assholes. You’re too nice for that,” you said. 

“I suppose you have a point,” he said, sliding off the counter. He stepped over to the banana bread and picked up the knife nearby, slicing off a piece for himself and popping it in his mouth. “Hot. Hot.”

“I told you so,” you said with a small laugh.

“Tastes delicious though,” he said with his mouth full. You shook your head as he ate another piece and turned to go upstairs.

“Jensen,” you said, pointing at the sweaty dish towel. 

“Ugh, yes mom,” he said, swiping it away with a smile. 

“Thank you,” you said, tapping on your notepad. You felt his presence beside you, not to mention the smell, and turned your head up, Jensen smiling back. “Yes?”

“Aren’t you due for a break?” he asked.

“You don’t really get how this nanny thing works yet, do you.”

“Yeah well...I’m not a shitty boss so I guess you’ll have to get used to that too. Take a break Y/N. Have some coffee on the balcony. It’s a sunny January day. Enjoy it,” he said. You rolled your eyes and he pointed at the back door before he headed upstairs. You bit your bottom lip and glanced at the clock. You had been going for over three hours non-stop and one of those had been spent trying to convince a four year old he had to wear pants to daycare.

You turned to leave the kitchen when you heard a tsk. You jumped and slipped on the rug in front of the sink, falling backwards straight down to the hardwood floor.

“Sorry! Sorry!” he said as he rushed over. “I’m always tripping over that thing.”

“I’m fine,” you said as you sat up with his help. Your ass hurt but you knew you’d be alright. “Maybe we move the rug from the very trippable area?”

He swallowed and stared at you for a long moment before you smiled.

“How about we put it outside your office?” you asked softly. He nodded and you picked up one end of the long strip of fabric. He went to the other end and picked it up, backing up as you walked it over to the other side of the house. You laid it out in front of his closed door, smiling as you straightened it up. “There we go. Safe and sound.”

You headed back to the kitchen, Jensen lingering behind you.

“I was...gonna say you can make...you can use my coffee machine,” he said quietly. 

“Okay,” you said quietly. “Jensen.”

“Hm?”

“Stuff is stuff. This isn’t a museum. It’s a home. It’s gonna change over time.”

“I know. It’s just that rug...it is so damn ugly and I hate it,” he said with a smile. “I wanted to get rid of it the day she brought it home.”

“Wives have a way of getting the last word in,” you said. He chuckled and you got out a mug for yourself. “Tell me to shove it if this is too personal but are you sure you want to get back out into the dating world? It’s rough out there.”

“It is. Until it isn’t,” he said.

“You’re a hopeless romantic, aren’t you.”

“Guilty as charged.” He rubbed the back of his neck and his cheeks flushed for a brief moment.

“Women like hopeless romantics,” you said. “Just don’t get taken advantage of for that. There’s some not so nice women out there too.”

“Afraid I’ll fall for some ditz?” he asked.

“No, I don’t think you’d do that. But someone might hurt you and you’ve been through enough. Maybe just...don’t fall in love at first sight or something like that,” you said. “Alright?”

“Never was much good at that,” he said to himself while you grabbed your coffee mug. “You believe in that sort of thing?”

“I’d like to. But you’re more of the expert on falling in love than I am,” you said.

“Maybe it’s not first sight but within a few days, a week, yeah I knew I was in love,” he said.

“Well if that happens again let me know and I’ll make sure this chick is good for you,” you said.

“I didn’t know my nanny came with bodyguard services,” he chuckled.

“That was under special skills on my resume,” you said as you headed over to the door to the balcony. “You should wash up. Don’t want to be late.”

“No I better not be,” he said. He turned to head upstairs, pausing on the first step. “You know, no one’s an expert at falling in love. Even those of us who were once married.”

“Oh don’t be a hopeless romantic for me getting my shit together too. We’ll be here for years,” you laughed. 

“Just sayin’...maybe we’ll both find somebody. Not that we need anyone to be happy but...you know what I mean,” he said. 

“Men don’t really talk about love like that you know.”

“I do,” he said. You smiled and he returned it. 

“That’s why all the good men get taken early, the ones that talk like that,” you said.

“I was older than you when I got married. Maybe I’ll get married again someday. We’re out there. I promise.”

“Go shower,” you said, waving him off. You slipped outside, closing the door behind you. You leaned over the railing with your mug and let out a sigh. “You have to a be a fucking hopeless romantic too don’t you. Fucking perfect at everything.”

You lowered your head and took a deep breath. 

“It’s a crush, it’s a crush,” you said, closing your eyes. “Just a crush. He’s your boss and a widow and he bought a birthday cake for me.”

You opened your eyes and glanced into the mug, taking another deep breath.

“He’s just nice. That’s it. Even if he’s…” you trailed off. You took a long sip of the hot liquid, not caring you were burning your tongue. Jensen was simply a nice person and that was that. You had a crush on the attractive single dad you were nannying for. There was nothing wrong with that and you knew for a fact it’d be gone by the end of the week tops.

“Ow,” you groaned a few days later. You opened your eyes and heard a knock at the door to your suite. “Yeah?”

“You okay in there? I thought I heard a crash,” said Jensen. 

“I’m fine,” you said, sitting up with a grunt, leaning back against your bed. “Shit.”

“Y/N, are you sure you’re alright?” he asked again.

“No,” you said with a sigh. “The door’s open.”

You peaked through your open door down the hall, Jensen opening the one to the suite and offering a friendly smile. You nodded and he walked inside, frowning at your cut up knee. 

“I got blood on the rug,” you said. “Do we have bleach?”

“I thought we agreed earlier this week a rug is just a rug,” he said, squatting down and looking at your knee. He looked up and saw your overturned garbage can in your closet where you’d been trying to reorganize a few clothes. “Next time use the step stool in the garage?”

“Yeah,” you said, your face hot. “I’m fine really. Just want to clean up the blood before it sets in.”

“It’s a few drops,” he said, helping you stand with a wince. “You got any first aid stuff?”

“Yeah,” you said, Jensen crossing his arms. “No.”

“Come on,” he said, putting his hands on your shoulders and walking you down the hall. “Scraped up knees are my specialty.”

“Jensen,” you said, stopping at the kitchenette island and bending your leg a few times. 

“I’ll be right back,” he said. He left and you hopped over to the couch, stretching your leg out. The bleeding had stopped, just a thin cut on your knee cap where you’d hit it, but you knew you were in for a nasty bruise. He returned with a bottle and cotton ball in one hand, a bandage and ice pack in the other. 

“Sorry,” you said, Jensen setting the items down on the coffee table.

“Why would you apologize for getting hurt?” he said.

“I should have my own first aid supplies,” you said. 

“Ah. So you’re as stubborn as I am when you’re not feeling great,” he said. You looked down at your lap and took a deep breath.

“Am I fired?” you asked. 

“No? Why the fuck would I fire you?” he said. 

“I don’t know,” you said, picking up the bottle of rubbing alcohol.

“Have you been fired for getting hurt before?” he asked, watching you hold the cotton ball against the open bottle top and tip it over, soaking the liquid in. You pretended to not hear him and put the bottle back, wiping the ball over the cut, a deep red mark already on your skin. “Y/N.”

“Yes, I have,” you said. You set the ball on the table and picked up the bandage, trying to angle it over your knee. He rolled his eyes and took it out of your hand, bending down and turning it around, pressing it gently over your skin. 

“I’m pretty sure that’s illegal,” he said as he looked up at you.

“Do I look like I have an HR department I can go to? They were dicks anyways,” you said.

“If you’re ever hurt, big or small, just tell me,” he said. He rested the ice pack over your knee and you sat back, throwing it up on the couch for you to lay there. “Promise I won’t fire you for it.”

“Well if I can’t do my job I’m not much use to you,” you said.

“Are all wealthy people assholes that act like that?” he asked. You shook your head and smiled. “Good.”

“I’ve nannied for eight different families, nine counting yours. Some were very good people,” you said.

“But you were just the help to them, even the good ones,” he said.

“I am the help. That’s the whole point of me being there,” you said. 

“Do me a favor? Don’t assume just because you’re someone’s employee that they think of you as just the help,” he said, picking up the first aid supplies.

“Sorry.”

“Why do you apologize for…” he said, muttering to himself as you looked down. “If I ever make you feel like that, smack me in the head, alright?”

“Alright,” you said quietly. He nodded and left with the items, returning a moment later with some cleaning spray, ducking into your room for only a moment before exiting.

“It’s all clean,” he said. He lingered at the door and put a hand on it. “Leave that ice pack on for fifteen minutes and pop it back in the freezer. Put it back on for a bit before bed.”

“Thanks,” you said. 

“It’s no problem,” he said. He still lingered and you took a deep breath.

“You should call someone, talk to them,” you said. He looked over his shoulder and you smiled. “You seem like you want to talk to somebody tonight is all.”

“I think I’m gonna go for a drive, maybe stop at a friend’s. The kids are all in bed,” he said. “If that’s cool.”

“Yeah go take a second for yourself,” you said. “I got everything here.”

“Thanks,” he said. “Goodnight, Y/N.”

“Night, Jensen.”

One Week Later

“Y/N,” said Jensen as you washed your car in the driveway on a Saturday morning. You dropped the soapy sponge in the bucket and straightened yourself out. “Got plans today?”

“Uh, I was gonna run to the grocery store in a minute but other than that, no. Need me to watch the kids?”

“No. We were going out to lunch and then going to a little car show was all and we were wondering if you’d like to join us. Totally up to you. My treat.”

“You don’t want me to watch the kids?” you asked. He laughed and crossed his arms at you. “I’m confused.”

“Do you want to hang out with us today? For fun?” he asked.

“Oh,” you said. “That’s okay. You enjoy your time with the kids.”

“How do I make this clearer,” he said, walking over to you and looking down. “I want you to come with us, as a friend, to do something fun, like friends do. This is not work. Come if you want to.”

“You sure you want me to come?” you asked. He rolled his eyes and plopped his baseball cap on your head as he walked away.

“Yes. And wear sunscreen,” he said. “We’re leaving at eleven thirty.”

“Alright, alright. I’ll see you guys then.”

“There’s something about a burger that’s been cooked in a greasy pop up kitchen that just adds to the flavor,” you said as you took a bite of your cheese burger at the car show.

“It’s probably the grease,” he said, walking one hand on his burger, the other holding Arrow’s hand. She wiped her own little hand on his leg and he sighed as he looked down. “Arrow. I got napkins in my pocket.”

“Oh,” she said, wiping her face against him.

“No one mentions this part,” he chuckled. He picked her up and threw her over his shoulders once he was done with his food, humming as he pushed the stroller with a sleeping Zeppelin inside. 

“Dad, I gotta go to the bathroom,” said JJ. 

“I’ll take her and we can catch up with you guys?” you said. He mouthed a thank you to you as you headed over to the women’s room. You used the bathroom as well, finishing before her and waiting outside for her. “All set?”

“Yeah. Can we get fried dough?” she asked.

“Sure,” you said. You let her lead the way in line and got a plate for the two of you, taking a seat at a picnic table so she could dig in. “Taste yummy?”

“Oh yeah,” she said. “Dad likes fried dough a lot too.”

“Everybody does,” you said, taking a piece off the corner.

“Y/N, you don’t have a mom either right?” she said. “That’s what dad said.”

“Well that’s a funny question. I got a mom and so do you. They just aren’t around anymore is all,” you said. “What’s up?”

“I’m happy you stay with us I guess is all. I know you’re not mom and you work for dad but you kinda are and I like it when dad’s happy again,” she said.

“Me too. You doing okay, kiddo?” you asked. “It’s okay if you still miss your mom.”

“I do but I’m not sad anymore. Dad says when I get real old I can see her again so that’s cool,” she said, taking a big bite.

“It definitely is cool,” you said. “Maybe our mom’s are hanging out right now.”

“You think so?” she asked.

“Maybe. I bet they get up to some fun stuff up there,” you said. 

“Me too,” she said. “Dad’s really happy you came with us. He’s been cranky lately.”

“Your dad’s gonna be just fine,” you said as she finished off her food. “So do you like having a nanny? I know that’s kinda new and funny, huh.”

“Yeah but I really like you being home. Dad gets flustered sometimes.”

“Flustered?” you asked with a little laugh.

“He works on a lot of stuff and he didn’t pick me up on time from school and stuff a few weeks ago. Too many chickens in a basket,” she said.

“Too many eggs in one basket,” you said.

“Isn’t an egg gonna be a chicken though?”

“I...never thought of it that way,” you said. You nearly jumped when you felt some hands on your shoulders but JJ was smiling as Arrow climbed up next to you.

“Ah. I see you ladies found the fried dough. Twins you want some?” asked Jensen.

“Yes please,” they said and he chuckled as he went off to buy some more.

“Look at her,” said Jensen twenty minutes later, pausing at a deep blue Impala, the twins both conked out in their stroller. 

“Isn’t that the same car you have?” you asked, lifting up the brim of your baseball cap to get a better look.

“Mine’s a 67. That’s a 63. I love that color though,” he said. “Blue’s my favorite but it looks good on that car.”

“I think it looks good in black,” you said, walking again when you saw JJ a few cars ahead of the two of you. “Where’d you get your car?”

“Work,” he said with a quick smile, hiding behind his sunglasses and hat. 

“Aren’t you an actor?” you asked.

“You have very obviously never seen an episode of my show,” he chuckled. “Which is totally cool by the way. I drove that car in the show for well over a decade. She’s one of my true loves.”

“Ah, gotcha,” you said. “So you’re a car guy.”

“Kinda. I don’t know everything but I enjoy them. What about you, you like-JJ! Stay closer,” he called out when she kept walking ahead. “So do you like cars?”

“I guess so. This is kinda neat, walking around and looking at the old ones. They had more style back then,” you said, walking past a pair of guys your age, one of them looking you up and down as you went by. “Did that guy-”

“Yup,” he said, glancing back over his shoulder, throwing his arm over yours for a few moments. “Looks like he got the message.”

“Jensen,” you laughed. “I wasn’t offended. It’s not like he was gonna come up and ask for my number.”

“I don’t like the look of him,” he said.

“Neither did I,” you chuckled, Jensen dropping his arm from around you. “You’re that guy friend girls have that will do shit like pretend to be a boyfriend and all that stuff, aren’t you.”

“At your service,” he said with a mini curtesy. You giggled and he straightened up, JJ rushing over.

“Dad can I get an ice cream?” she asked.

“How about some apple slices,” he said, reaching under the stroller and grabbing a cooler. He pulled out a little baggie and handed it to her, JJ shrugging and walking ahead of the stroller again. “Shit, that probably means I can’t get ice cream now too.”

“We can always get some on the way home for later,” you said. “I won’t tell on you.”

“I’m putting this on your performance review,” he said. You shot him a side glance and he smirked. “I’m joking. I don’t want to do that as much as you don’t.”

“Thank you for that,” you said, stopping and looking at a red challenger for a moment.

“You like that one?” he asked.

“It’s nice,” you said before you started walking again. You fixed your hat and caught back up with him, Jensen slowing down as JJ took her time ahead of you. “So I should probably know this but what show were you in where you were driving around a muscle car?”

“You really haven’t looked me up online yet?” he chuckled. You shrugged and he laughed to himself.

“I may have peeked at your IMDB page but that was it. Was it that show you were on a long time? Super something?”

“Supernatural,” he said, a big smile on his face. “Yeah, I drove it for that.”

“Oh yeah, that was the really scary show, wasn’t it,” you said. 

“You’re too sweet,” he said, chuckling to himself. “It’s not that scary. I promise. Give it a try sometime. You might like it.”

“I’m sure someday I will. If I’m brave enough.”

“I think you are,” he said, JJ running up ahead again before he called for her to hang back. He sighed and threw his head back. “It never ends, does it?”

“I’m sure someday when she’s older you won’t have to worry so much.”

“I’m gonna worry about that kid when she’s forty years old,” he said.

“That’s cause you’re a good dad,” you said. 

“You haven’t known me that long,” he said.

“Do you love her? Worry about her?” you asked and he nodded. “Well any dad that does that and tells his kid that someday they’ll get to see their mom again to help her grieve when he well and truly doesn’t know the answer to that...you get the picture Ackles?”

“I could be better,” he said.

“Everyone could be better. They don’t need the best dad ever. They just need the best dad for them and you seem like you’re doing a good job of that from what I’ve seen so far,” you said. “You’re gonna screw up but so does everyone. Try to just enjoy it and not be too hard on yourself.”

“You’ve spent a lot of time with kids haven’t you,” he said.

“I’ve been in the mom role more than once as a nanny,” you said. You kicked at the dirt and shrugged. “It’s how I know the difference Jensen. You don’t need me or want me to be their mother. You just need help sometimes. That’s an important difference. Asking for help, especially when you don’t want it but need it, that’s a good dad move.”

He was quiet as he walked, stopping at a yellow mustang. He stared for a moment and swallowed. 

“Thanks, Y/N. That means a lot. Really.”

“Come on dad,” you said, walking away and up towards where JJ was. “Let’s go see if we can find one this one’s gonna be asking for on her sixteenth birthday.”

“Those three are finally down and out for the count,” said Jensen as he walked downstairs to catch you in the kitchen wiping up the pan from dinner. “Thanks for eating with us tonight.”

“Thanks for inviting me,” you said, putting the pan away. He looked out the back window and bit his bottom lip. “Everything alright?”

“You’re not like, hanging out with us cause you think you have to right?” he asked.

“Trust me. If I didn’t want to, I’d be down in my room,” you said. “Besides, I’ve thought about it and you know what, why don’t you set me up with that friend of yours.”

“Really?” he asked, a little alarmed.

“Why not? The age thing doesn’t bother me at all. Unless you think it’d be a problem for him?”

“No, he doesn’t really care about that sort of thing. I think he’d prefer it’s just someone he clicked with, had a connection, you know?” he said.

“Perfect. Why don’t you set us up for next Saturday night then?” you asked.

“I need you to watch the kids next Saturday night. I have-”

“The gala. Sorry, I forgot. Um, just, I’m free whenever. You know my schedule so you can set something up and just let me know?” you said. He smiled and nodded. As you were starting to leave he grunted. “Yeah?”

“I have some friends coming over for a drink in a bit. Small backyard fire. Whiskey and smores. You’re welcome to join.”

“Jensen. You’re not asking because you feel like you have to right?”

“No, not at all. I like hanging out with you. I’m sure whatever you’re binging on TV will be there if we bore you too much,” he said.

“Alright. I’ll be out in half an hour or so. Just wanted to freshen up from the show earlier,” you said. You ducked back to your room, taking a quick shower and changing into some leggings and a flannel. By the time you were out you could hear a slight mumbling and walked downstairs, catching Jensen with some guys on the patio pouring some drinks.

“Hey,” said Jensen when you stepped out of the slider door. “Guys this is Y/N.”

“Ah we get to meet the world’s best nanny,” said the tallest one. “I’m Jared.”

“Rich.”

“Rob.”

“Hi!” said a redhead that slipped out of the door behind you. “I’m Ruth.”

“Y/N. Your hair is kinda amazing by the way,” you said.

“This is what happens when you invite the girls,” said Rich.

“Normally we just talk about Jared’s hair,” chuckled Jensen. You grabbed a chair and helped gather up some snacks to bring over to his firepit, Ruth hanging back to help you.

“Jensen said you live here with him and the munchkins?”

“Yeah. He works so much it makes things easier on him. Are you an actress?” you asked.

“We all are. Only Jared lives close by. The rest of us haven’t been down here since…” she said and you nodded. “I really am happy you’re here. It’s nice to see a smile on our boys face again.”

“He’s a great boss. He’s very kind. We’re becoming friends,” you said. “He’s trying to set me up with his friend actually.”

“Oh which one?”

“Dunno. He just said he’s 42, an actor and is single. Age stuff doesn’t bother me.”

“Rob is a bit older than myself. It really doesn’t matter in the slightest, especially when you’re a little older,” she said. “Jensen says you’re great with the kids.”

“They’re pretty easy going. Normally the parents are the hard part of my job but he’s been great. He really loves his kids,” you said.

“Yes he certainly does,” she said.

By the end of the night you found yourself really enjoying Jensen’s friends. It was clear they cared for him at more than a surface level, especially Jared. You’d heard Jensen speak to him on the phone a few times and call him his brother but it really was apparent they had a special bond that went beyond a typical friendship.

“I’ll catch you guys for brunch before you head home,” said Jensen, waving night to them all as you helped pick up. You were just about finished and heading back for your room when Jensen caught you in the kitchen. “You have fun tonight?”

“Yeah. Your friends are great,” you said, a small pair of footsteps coming down the stairs. You both turned and saw Zeppelin there with tears in his eyes.

“What’s wrong, honey?” asked Jensen as he walked over and squatted down.

“I had a bad dream and I want mommy but she’s gone,” he whined. Jensen instantly scooped him up and held onto him tight, kissing his head. “I want mommy.”

“I want mommy too, baby,” said Jensen quietly. You mouthed go and he nodded, taking Zeppelin upstairs while you finished cleaning up. 

You got up early the next morning and made a big batch of chocolate chip pancakes, plenty leftover for breakfast the next morning. Jensen padded over from the hall where you knew the home gym was, sweaty and tired but a smile came onto his face when he saw you.

“What’s all this,” he asked, getting a bottle of water from the fridge.

“Chocolate chip pancakes make everything better,” you said. He put a few on a plate for himself and sat down at the counter as you made up some more, stealing a few for yourself.

“These are delicious,” he said. You stored away some for when the kids got up, making up your own plate before you dug in. “Sorry about last night. I feel like I ruined the fun.”

“Not at all. He’s a toddler. I literally can’t imagine being in your position. I’d have fallen apart instantly,” you said.

“No you wouldn’t. You care about those kids,” he said. “You push on for them.”

“I know it’s not really my place to say so but-”

“Y/N. I’d prefer if you just talk to me like a friend, really,” he said.

“You made it sound like you were ready to try dating again. Last night you seemed kind of...maybe not so ready.”

“I’m ready. I will always miss her. I’ll always love her. But that doesn’t mean I can’t love anyone else ever again like that too, you know? I don’t believe there is a limit on how much love a person can give,” he said.

“Your wife was a very lucky woman,” you said.

“I was lucky. She was patient with me,” he chuckled. “You guys would have gotten along really well.”

“Can I offer a bit of advice?” you asked.

“What’s that?”

“Keep telling your kids about her, all throughout their lives. They’ll still get to know her that way, you know?” you said. “Tell your future girlfriend too. That’s how you’ll know if they’re a good one for you.”

“Why do you say that?” he asked.

“You’re a kind soul. I would expect your partner would be as well,” you said.

“I hope so. Mine kinda has a permanent handle with care warning label on it,” he chuckled.

“I don’t think so. Just need somebody that understands, not try to fix you. There’s nothing wrong with you in the first place,” you said, taking a bite of your pancake.

“Thanks, kiddo,” he said.

“You’re not that much older, bucko,” you chuckled.

“Nah, I’m keeping kiddo,” he laughed. “You good to watch the kids for a few hours around eleven?”

“Sounds good. Go have a mimosa with your friends for me,” you said.

“Will do, Y/N. Will do.”

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A/N: Read Part 3 here!

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The Art of Love (Part 7) ~ Steve Rogers x Reader College!AU

A/N: Happy Valentine’s Day Weekend my loves! I’m finally getting back into this story. Hopefully I’ll be able to finish it up soon, but no promises. lol but I hope you enjoy. I wanted to get this out because this year the dates actually line up lol so here we are. 

Summary: You and Steve host his mom and Bucky for dinner. 

Characters/Pairings: Steve Rogers x Reader (Eventual), Bucky Barnes, Sarah Rogers 

Rating: K+

Warnings: None. Fluff . Idiots 

Word Count: 1968

Divider by: @whimsicalrogers​

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You were unable to tear your eyes away from Steve as he tugged his shirt off and tossed it in the hamper, though you rolled your eyes when he laughed at you. It wasn’t until you heard him singing Sexyback that you huffed and turned back to the dresses.

You stared at your remaining options. You couldn’t help but smile when you came to a decision. If you were right, you knew exactly why it was his favorite. After you packed away the rest of the dresses you flopped down on the bed scrolling through your notifications.

“Did you make a decision?” Steve asked as he exited the bathroom, dressed in his jeans and white tank top but barefoot.

You gestured to the closet where the blue wrap dress hung next to his shirt.

Steve looked at it and grinned.

“My favorite.” Steve laid on his side next to you, propping his head in his hand. “We really should go back to California soon.”

You rolled on your side to mimic his position.

“I’d love that. Ooh maybe in the winter though because it’ll be nice and warm,” you giggled.

“That’s a great idea.”

You dropped your gaze from his and started tracing the pattern of his bedspread.

“What’s going through your head, sweetheart?” Steve asked as he covered your hand with his own.

“Just going over what’s left to do for tonight.”

“Everything is all set. There’s nothing left for you to do except to get ready.”

“How long do I have?”

Steve glanced at his phone.

“About an hour.”

“Okay, that’s probably enough time to make myself presentable,” you fretted.  

He cupped your cheek, focusing your attention on him.

“Sweetheart, please stop worrying. You are always beautiful.”

“You’re just saying that.”

“Nope. It’s my professional opinion. Are you doubting someone who almost has a bachelor’s in fine arts?” he demanded haughtily.

You giggled and rolled your eyes, shoving at his chest.

“You’re ridiculous.”

“And you love me for it,” he beamed.

“That I do.”

“Why don’t you go take a shower. Take your time and relax. I even bought the candle you like.”

“Summer storm?”

“Yup.”

“You’re the best.”

You kissed him on the cheek as you climbed over him to go shower.

The shower helped calm your nerves and when the water ran cold you wrapped yourself in the fluffy towel Steve had bought just for you and padded back into the bedroom.

You kept the music on low as you got ready, fixing your hair and doing some light make up. When you were satisfied with your appearance you tugged on the dress and slid your feet into the low heels. The final touch was the silver necklace of a dancer that Steve had bought you for your first showcase.

“So how do I look?” you asked as you stood beside the TV.

“Beautiful.”

He patted the spot beside him on the couch and you happily joined him. He immediately twined his fingers through yours.

“I’m really glad that you’re here with me tonight. I love you, y/n.”

“I love you too, Steve.”

He brought your hands up so he could kiss your knuckles you couldn’t help the fond smile that tugged at your lips. Your shower and primping had taken less time than you expected so you and Steve passed the time watching the Good Place.

You were tucked neatly into Steve’s side as you waited for his mom and Bucky to arrive. As his nerves mounted yours seemed to recede and you rubbed soothing circles over his knuckles.

“Relax, Steve. It’s your mom and Bucky. There’s nothing to worry about.”

“There’s a lot to worry about. The three people I love the most are all going to be in the same place.”

“I thought you weren’t worried about me meeting your mom.”

“I’m not worried about you. I’m worried about me. The three people who have the most dirt on me in the same room. Yikes.”

You rolled your eyes.

“You know I live to lift you up. But I hope she brought baby pictures.”

“You’re awful.”

“You love me.”

“You sure about that?”

“Not a doubt in my mind.”

He pulled you closer and kissed the crown of your head.

“Good because I do. Mmm. You smell good.”

“I smell like you.” you giggled. “I forgot my shower gel.”

“Yeah but it’s your shampoo. It’s the perfect combination.”

You were interrupted by keys jangling and the door swinging open.

“Honey, I’m home.”

“Hey, Buck.”

“Hey, Smudge. Hey, Stevie.”

Neither of you moved from the couch as he hung his jacket up and walked into the kitchen.

“God it smells great in here.”

“Bucky Barnes, don’t you dare eat anything to spoil your appetite.”

“But I’m starving,” he whined.

“We’re having appetizers as soon as Steve’s mom gets here. Just wait.”

Bucky pouted into his beer as he sank into the opposite end of the couch.

“I promise it’s worth it.”

“I’m sure it is, doll”

“You’re too sweet, Buck. What did you do today?”

“I spent most of it at the hospital. A spot on their Saturday shift opened up so I took it.”

“Aw that’s great. You didn’t think you’d be able to this semester.”

“I know. I’m really glad. There’s this really sweet girl who just is amazing.”

You and Steve shared a smile at the excitement and fondness in his voice.

The three of you chatted, until your nerves got the best of you and you moved into the kitchen to triple check everything for dinner. The boys trailed behind you, but stayed out of your way.

Your eyes snapped to the door when it buzzed and you tracked Steve as he went to greet his mom. Bucky used your distraction to swipe a grape earning him a rap on the knuckles with a cheese knife.

“Hands off, Buck.”

“Aw come on, doll.”

“No more.”

Bucky pouted but kept his hands to himself as you retrieved the glasses from the cabinet.

Steve was laughing when he opened the door with the one and only Sarah Rogers trailing behind him. She smiled brightly when she spotted you and Bucky. You quickly wiped your hands on the dish towel and hurried to greet her.

“Hi, Mrs. Rogers, it’s nice to see you again.”

“It’s lovely to see you, darling. Please call me, Sarah.”

Once Steve took her coat she leaned forward to kiss you on each cheek.

“Hello, James.”

“Hey, Aunt Sarah,” he grinned around a mouthful of cheese.

“Buck!”

“Sorry, Smudge!”

Rolling your eyes you headed back into the kitchen.

“Can I get you something to drink, Ma?”

“I’ll just have some water.”

“Regular water or seltzer water.”

“Regular please, dear.”

“Sweetheart do you want anything.”

“Water please.”

You retrieved the charcuterie board fiddling slightly trying to disguise the gap Bucky’s munchies had left. He had the good grace to look apologetic when you glared in his direction.

Sarah had made herself comfortable in the arm chair and Bucky took the chair and a half across from her leaving you to sit beside Steve on the couch. He patted your knee before taking your hand as he had earlier.

“How was your Saturday? Did you work today?” Steve asked.

“No, I’m off this weekend. I went grocery shopping. Needed to stock up on a few items. It was a mad house though.”

“Really? It was quiet when we were there,” Steve hummed.

“We were there at like 6:30,” you pointed out.

“True. And it was getting crowded when we were finishing up.”

“I wonder why.”

Bucky and Sarah gaped at the two of you.

“You two really do live under a rock in that arts building don’t you?”

Sarah laughed at Bucky’s observation.

“Why? What are we missing?”

“There’s a blizzard coming tomorrow. Everyone was stocking up before the storm.”

“Wait, seriously?”

“Uh huh. It’s been on every news station for a week. What have you been doing?”

“Avoiding my phone at all costs,” you admitted.

Steve shrugged his agreement. “I’ve been distracted.”

“Well, I hope you got more than just food for tonight.”

“Yeah, we’re all set,” Steve assured his mom. “We’ll just hunker down here for the next few days.”

“Absolutely. It’s not like we were planning to leave for the next couple of days anyways,” you agreed.

“Oh did you two have plans for the holiday?”

You squirmed under Sarah’s amused but expectant gaze, not wanting to give her the wrong impression.

“Tomorrow is our annual Lord of the Rings Marathon. We do it every year,” Steve explained with a grin.

“How did that come about?”

“During Freshman year, I got really sick right around Valentine’s Day. And my roommate, and pretty much everyone else I knew had gone on this ski trip that whole week. Steve was worried about me so he brought me pancakes from the dining hall and chicken noodle soup and stayed with me the whole weekend. We watched a ton of movies, but somehow Lord of the Rings became a tradition.”  

“That’s so sweet.”

“Yeah it is.”

You squeezed as his hand as he looked over at you with that soft smile you loved so much.

Steve patted his stomach and hummed as he sat back in his chair, nudging your knee with his. Bucky was wiping his bowl with the last of the rolls, and Sarah demurely wiped at her mouth.

“Dinner was absolutely delicious. I’ve got to say, Y/n, I’m impressed you’ve taught my son to cook.”

“I wouldn’t say I taught him. We more figured it out together. Poor Bucky had to taste test a lot of nearly inedible things.”

“Except her baking. That’s always been amazing,” Bucky piped up as he shoved the last roll into his mouth.  

“Speaking of, I should get the pie in the oven to warm up or we won’t have dessert until midnight,” you fretted.  

“I’ve got it, sweetheart. Just relax.”

“I’m sure the boys won’t mind cleaning up.”

You glance at Steve who nods encouragingly before hopping to his feet, squeezing your shoulders as he kissed the top of your head as he passed by. Bucky finished chewing and began to clear the dishes.

“Why don’t we move over to the couch?” she suggested.

You nodded and grabbed your glass and followed her, sitting next to the older woman.

“I’m so glad that we’re finally getting to spend some time together. Steve never stops talking about you. You’re clearly very special to him.”

You couldn’t help but look over at him, smiling as he elbowed Bucky out of the way at the sink.

“He’s very special to me too.”

“Thank you for taking care of him. I know he can get lost in his work.”

“He does the same for me.”

“I also have to say, you’re a beautiful dancer. I’m looking forward to your performance at the Showcase. It’s always been a highlight in the past.”

“Oh, thank you. I’m flattered.”

“I also saw that you and Steve were celebrating a new job last night?”

“Yes, I just joined the Howling Commando Stage Troupe as a dancer and assistant choreographer.”

“Oh that’s so exciting. Congratulations. Are you looking forward to it?”

“Yes, absolutely. They’ll send me the info for the summer series in a few weeks.”

“And how does one manage being a dancer and a choreographer at the same time.”

“The Howlies always mount two shows simultaneously, so I’ll be dancing in one show while I help choreograph the other.”

“Ah, I see. Well that is quite the undertaking, but I’m sure it will all be beautiful. You’ll have to let me know when opening night is. I would love to come and see you.”

Her earnest support caught you off guard.

“Of course,” you finally managed. “Thank you.”  

A/N: Thank you so much for reading. I hope you enjoyed ! 

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Hurricane - c. 07 - Rafe Cameron

Summary: Good times don’t last forever.

A/N: I finished the re-write and now I’m almost done this fic! I’m so excited!!

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“You look ridiculous,” Rafe piped up, catching a glimpse of your reflection in the hall mirror as you moved around in the bathroom. You’d run the shower long enough that the bathroom had let out a wave of steam when you finally opened the door, allowing the cool air of the hotel room to dry you so that you could put a face mask on. You were shimmery and purple but you’d looked more ridiculous before.  

“It’s a face mask,” you replied, “you have two sisters, you’ve never seen anyone in a face mask before?” You asked, coming out of the bathroom, still holding your towel around you. The pajamas you’d picked out were sitting at the foot of the bed Rafe was lounging on.  

He was on his phone though he looked up when you came in. Before you even realized it he’d held his phone up, snapping a picture of you.  

“Rafe!” You clutched the edge of your towel as you reached out with your other hand and smacked his leg, “delete that!”  

“I might make it my lockscreen, what do you think?” He teased, holding his phone out so you could see the picture he’d taken. You looked slightly stunned, caught off guard.

“No, delete that picture, forreal,” you stopped at the edge of the bed, knees hitting the duvet, “you play dirty, you know that.” You grabbed your shorts and top from the end of the bed and headed back into the bathroom to change.  

“So should I make this my lockscreen or my homescreen?” Rafe called, getting up and following you to the bathroom. He walked in just in time to see you pull your top down and you glared at him though it was useless.

“Delete it.”  

-

There were moments that felt semi-perfect, as close to a real, actual, relationship as you thought you could get. But they were barely fully fledged moments, just snippets of something that never got to last because just when you were letting yourself fall into this your brain reminded you that everything here was temporary. Rafe included.  

“Hey, I don’t wanna be a killjoy here,” you said, sitting at the table on the balcony with Rafe, watching as he lit the blunt he’d brought with him. There’d been a whole tin of them but was down to one. You were watching the sun setting in the distance, thinking about the fact that your vacation was supposed to be ending in two days. “But what exactly happens at the end of this week?”

“What do you mean?” He asked, smoke tumbling out of his mouth as he exhaled the words.  

Maybe you should’ve had this conversation sober but you couldn’t help yourself. The thought had been gnawing at since you left the house the night before and even longer, since he first flirted with you in the kitchen at midnight. Where was this headed? Rafe had never struck you as the type of guy who did long distance relationships, or any relationships for that matter. Wheezie had certainly nailed that when she was talking her brother down, trying to sway your interest away from him. Maybe you should’ve listened to her.  

The last time you had seen Rafe was four years ago and you had disappeared out of each other’s lives almost completely after that vacation. But then he was just an unattainable crush you still stacked every potential date against a guy who had felt leagues out of your reach. How did you recover this time, after this vacation, if life went back to normal?

“I mean, you’ll go back home with your family...” you had heard what Ward said the night before but you couldn’t bring yourself to honestly believe that he would throw his son out completely. He wasn’t winning any awards for father of the year but could he really be so terrible?

“Doubtful.” Rafe replied, managing to blow a smoke ring but losing the second one when he smiled.  

“What do you mean doubtful? You really think he’ll not let you come home?” You asked.  

“Ward said if I fucked up again, I wasn’t coming home.” he replied, “that was the agreement for the trip.”  

“Where are you supposed to go?” You asked, crossing your arms for a bit of warmth as the breeze picked up. There was a sinking feeling settling in the pit of your stomach and maybe it was just you being paranoid but you were suddenly regretting the entire conversation. Maybe ignorant bliss would’ve been better.

“Dunno,” he shrugged, “here’s pretty nice.”

“You can’t stay here Rafe.”  

“Why not?”

Suddenly that feeling you’d been having made perfect sense to you, “well, for one...you’re not footing the bill, I am.” You replied, “what are you supposed to do when I leave?”

“You know what, you’re right, you are being a killjoy.” He replied.  

Blissful ignorance, you wished you could turn the clock all the way back to the beginning of the trip. “Is that all this is to you? Just some game? Someone to pay your way?”

“Are you fucking kidding me right now?” Rafe snapped, “I got kicked out cause of you-”

“No!” You got up from the table, heading back to the sliding doors, “you got kicked out because you insisted on going back there and picking a fucking fight with your dad when you knew he was already on edge!”  

“Back to blaming me again, awesome.”

“I’m not blaming you...I just...” You sighed, “nevermind.”

The door slid closed behind you and you padded across the carpet floor to the bathroom, going inside and locking yourself in. The thought that Rafe was using you as a place to stay was something you didn’t want to consider but now that you’d said it out loud it was like it wouldn’t get out of your head.  

You shut the lid of the toilet and sat down, pulling your phone out of your pocket and pulling up Sarah’s number, texting her to see how things were going at the house. You hadn’t reached out to your mom again and you weren’t sure how things would be when you got home again, if you would be able to move on from this and go back to normal. You were waiting for a text back from Sarah when a knock on the bathroom door made you look up. It was too late to turn on the shower or run the faucet and pretend you didn’t hear him but you weren’t going to open the door either.

“Can we talk?” Rafe asked through the door.  

You stayed silent, staring at the tiles under your feet.  

“Please?” He tried again, “look, I’m sorry I snapped at you-”

“This isn’t cause you snapped at me.” You called.  

“Well, whatever, I’m sorry.”  

You stood up, walking to the door and pulling it open, “I’m not mad at you. In two days I’m going home and what happens then? We just, leave all this here? Or what...your dad kicks you out so you come up to Connecticut and act like you’re there for me but the whole time I’m stuck wondering if you’re just there for the free room and board?”

“Look, I don’t know what’s gonna happen in two days-”

“But I need to know.” You stressed.  

“Why?”

“Because I really like you and I don’t want this to mean more to me than it does to you.” You admitted. “I have school and responsibilities...I can’t just stay here cause I want to or “chill” cause it’s fun. I have to go home in two days, that’s happening. But I need to know what happens to us in two days when I leave.”

“I don’t...” Rafe trailed off, running a hand through his hair and pulling gently at the ends as he did. “I didn’t mean that I wanted you to front the bill for everything, I just meant that I wanted this to keep going...I don’t want you to go home in two days.”

“That’s kind of inevitable.”

“Why? I like this, exactly the way it is.” Rafe said.

“This isn’t real life.”

“I want it to be.”  

“If it’s not...if this isn’t “forever” that’s okay.” You lied. If it he told you that life went back to the way it was, that your relationship with him would go back to the same as it was before vacation, non-existent, you weren’t sure how you would get through the next two days. But you didn’t think you could stand being here with him.  

“I don’t know.” He repeated. He wanted to tell you that he knew exactly how he felt about you but he wasn’t sure. The entire vacation had turned into a whirlwind of emotions, none of which he expected, and he didn’t know what to feel about anything. Especially not this. He wanted to assure you that this was real and that his feelings were genuine and that he definitely hadn’t considered that if Ward didn’t let him come home he would need a place to stay but it had been at the front of his mind.  

“Okay.” You nodded. Your phone buzzed in your pocket and you pulled it out to see a text from Sarah.  

“What is it?”

“Sarah wants to know if we wanna meet up with her and Topper tonight.” You replied.  

“We don’t have to.” Rafe said, watching you as you looked up at him.  

“Might be fun,” you admitted, almost eager for the distraction. “And, we have two days right, like you said.”

-

Confused feelings and alcohol had never been known to mix before and they definitely didn’t that night. You and Rafe needed to talk. To get to the bottom of your feelings about each other and honestly figure out if this relationship was something you wanted to pursue. But Sarah had invited the two of you to a club and you were quick to drown your rational thoughts in alcohol.  

It took two songs, four rounds of shots and a few beers for you to lose your inhibitions. You were starting to feel better, or at least more distracted than you had been earlier, dancing with Sarah, when you jokingly twisted under her arm and spotted Rafe in one of the booths making out with some random girl. She was practically straddling him on the bench and even in the dim lighting you knew that it was him and you stopped dancing.  

“What’s-” Sarah stopped when you did, blinking against the almost strobe lights as she tried to see what you were seeing, gaze landing on her brother.  

“Alright, I got drinks.” Topper’s voice sounded far away, just like the music and Sarah...it all sounded like you were listening to it through a tunnel. Your vision blurred and you turned away from the scene, shoving against Topper accidentally and rushing out of the club that was part of the resort.  

Topper set the drinks on an outlying table and waited for Sarah to give him any sort of direction. When she said nothing, just staring at her brother, he touched her arm, “Sarah?”

“He’s such a dick!” She snapped, glaring at him as if he was the one who had wronged you.  

“I’ll take care of Rafe, just make sure she’s okay.” Topper said. The both of them were far more sober than you were and Topper was worried that you would have trouble getting back to your room safely without help.  

-

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[mcwriting]

The Marriage Project (3)

Anddddd I’m back with this bby. Sorry I’ve been slowing down some of my content. Last Friday I had to deal with family health matters on top of schoolwork and a sorority function I had to be at. Anyways. 

High school AU. Tom Holland. Yeah.

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Warnings: mild language

Rating: Between T and M

Word Count: 2351

% approximately the 3rd week of September %

You’d had two away volleyball games that week and Tom had an away football game, so by Saturday you were exhausted. Your Friday game hadn’t been too far, but the football team had traveled a decent distance, so you figured they’d gotten home late.

You still showed up at Tom’s on time, though, as planned the day before.

Nikki opened the door at your arrival.

“Oh, hey, y/n! Come on in!”

You returned her greeting and entered, looking around expectantly.

“If you’re looking for Tom, he’s not up yet. They got home pretty late last night.”

“I figured that would be the case.”

You noticed that on the dining room table were a few grocery bags.

“Oh, do you need help with those? I can wait on Tom,” you offered.

“No don’t worry about those bags, but if you’re looking to do something, I was about to make some apple pies for a get together tomorrow. I’d love your help.”

You agreed and followed her into the kitchen. After peeling and chopping apples for a few minutes, someone else walked into the kitchen.

“Well who’s this? I don’t remember having a daughter,” Tom’s dad said. You turned to look at him and smile, then continued cutting fruit.

“Oh Dominic you know y/n. She’s the one Tom’s always talking about, competing and whatnot. They’re doing that marriage project together.”

Your face heated up so you continued to look down at the apple.

He talks about me? Like how much he hates me or what?

“Yes of course, how could I forget? You’re one of the best soccer players I’ve seen! Good to see you again,” he said.

“Nice seeing you, too, Mr. Holland.”

“Please, call me Dom. Now how come you’re down here and not with Tom?”

“I was waiting for him to get up. Plus, Nikki promised me a slice,” you grinned.

“Well I’d definitely call that a fair trade. Nikki’s pies are the best in the world,” he turned to his wife, “I’ll be back in a bit. I’m meeting with the publisher today.”

“Good luck, honey. I’m sure you’ll be great,” Nikki encouraged, giving her husband a quick peck.

“Thanks, dear. Once again, it was nice seeing you, y/n. Feel free to come make desserts here any time,” he joked and you just laughed and waved.

A few minutes after he’d left, Nikki spoke up again.

“You know, y/n. I’m glad you and Tom were paired up for this project. I’ve really liked having you around the past few weeks, and it seems like Tom has learned a lot from you. I mean, He even went out and bought some pads and tampons and things for his bathroom this week.”

Now your face really burned. 

“He did?”

“Yeah. He said he’d better be safe than sorry. I’m glad you two look out for each other like that, even if you are rivals. By the way, I made sure he didn’t get the cardboard ones,” she added. With that, you fell into rhythmic silence.

Not long after, you heard footsteps coming down the stairs. From the hall, Tom’s voice called out.

“Mom? It’s almost 2. Have you heard anything from-” he walked through the kitchen door. “Oh. You’re here. What are you doing?”

You grabbed a towel to wipe off your hands as you turned to face him.

“I got here at 1 but felt bad about you getting home late so I’ve just been helping your mom make pie. She promised me a slice.”

“You’re really gonna give her some mom? She doesn’t even deserve to see how they’re made!”

“Oh Tom I swear. Y/n is a nice girl, just get over yourself. But, if you two want to go get to work I think I’ve got it handled from here. I’ll bring you both some when the first one’s done.”

You grabbed your bag and headed up behind Tom and got to work quickly. Eventually you took a break when Nikki brought up pie and ice cream as promised with a couple waters. 

You ate in silence, Tom leaned against his bed and you against the wall across from him, when something she had said earlier popped into your head.

“Hey, Tom?”

“Yeah princess?” he replied, not looking up. You rolled your eyes and continued.

“Your mom said something earlier that I wanted to ask about.”

“If she told you anything incriminating it’s not true.”

“Suuuureeee. Anyways, she said you, uh, stocked up your cabinet in the bathroom. That’s really cool of you.”

“Yeah, well, can’t have you bleeding everywhere now can we? But, em. Yeah. The fact that you were so panicked over something that seems so trivial spoke pretty loud. I thought it’s better to just stay safe.”

You sat in silence for a little bit, just eating.

“Mind if I ask you something?” he said.

“Shoot.”

“What does it feel like? You know? They don’t mention that stuff in health articles.”

You contemplated for a little bit before answering.

“Well… like I said before, it’s different for everyone, but I’ll try my best. Cramps are kinda like being scratched and punched from the inside all at once. Freebleeding just feels like… wet and sticky. I find it disgusting so I wear mostly tampons.”

“Interesting. Thanks, princess.”

Once finishing off your snack, you got back to work. By the time you were done, it was almost 4.

“See you Monday, y/n”

“Yep. Oh, by the way, I have a small volleyball tournament next weekend so I can’t do Saturday. Is Sunday okay or do you wanna get together another day?”

“Can you do Thursday? We just have morning workouts that day.”

“Yeah I have practice last period so I’ll just shower and meet you in the parking lot? We can go to my place.”

“Can’t. I have to take the boys home.”

“If you want, you can take them home and I’ll pick you up. It’ll give me time to shower and change and then we can just carpool.”

“I don’t know. Sure you even know how to drive?”

“I’ll have you know I passed that test with flying colors sophomore year.”

Eventually he agreed and with that you were back out the door, giving one final thanks to Nikki.

%

By Wednesday you and Tom had finished your little quilt and Mrs. Flynn loved it. 

You and Tom obviously didn’t play when it came to grades, even if it was home economics.

Thursday, you were leaving your last class before practice and reminded Tom you were picking him up that afternoon, to which his friends looked at him funny and kinda messed with him.

“Yeah, yeah, whatever.”

When you pulled up into his driveway after school, he plopped into the passenger's seat and held out a foil-wrapped object in his left hand.

“What is that?” you asked.

“My mom wanted you to have it. She made bread.”

“Oh. Well thanks. I’ll have to thank her for it next time I see her. You can just set it in the back seat for now.”

You drove back to your place, pulling into the garage and leading Tom through the door. Your parents were still at work, so you told Tom you’d just work in the living room.

“I don’t want them to say anything weird about us being home alone in my room,” you explained.

You sat on the floor quietly typing when you remembered something.

“Hey, how did you do on the calc test?”

“95. You?”

“Damn. 94. I’ll make a comeback next time,” you joked, earning an eye roll.

After a half hour, your mom came home.

“Hey honey, how was your day? Did you beat Tom in whatever you were competing with him in today?” she asked, part joking since she knew of your rivalry well.

“It was fine, and mom. We have a guest, remember?” you said through gritted teeth.

She looked over the couch, where she found Tom waving at her awkwardly.

“Oh. Hi there. I forgot you were coming over today. So sorry about that.”

“No worries, Mrs. y/l/n. I beat her by a point today so it evens out,” he joked. You were annoyed at his banter with your mom and cut it off.

“Okay, well, Tom. Let’s go finish this in my room now that my mom’s home,” you said, getting everything and carrying it to the bedroom.

You tossed your bag and papers on the floor and quickly picked up some random things laying around, such as a pair of volleyball shoes and stray athletic socks. You especially rushed to snatch a rogue lace bra.

From the corner of your eye, you could see Tom standing still, looking around the room like you had the first time at his house.

Your walls were light grey but covered in your paintings and other art. One shelf mounted to a wall held all of your ribbons and trophies from sports, quiz bowl, and art fairs. Your bedspread was baby pink and sheets light yellow, and the same pink was strewn around the room in the form of desk accents and other blankets. You had a large plush cat resting near your pillows.

“Wow. So you’re like… a real girl. Huh.” he stated flatly. You stood up from tossing everything into your closet.

“What the hell is that supposed to mean?”

“Well, like, you’re all tough and smart and sporty but you have pink everywhere and a stuffed animal on your bed.”

“You do realize women are complex creatures right? Considering we’re human and all?”

“Yeah, of course. I guess I’ve just never seen this side of you. I shouldn’t have worded it that way. Sorry.”

It surprised you to hear Tom apologize over something so small. Usually he would stand his ground, wave you off, or just move on. 

“It’s fine. I just hate when people stereotype, you know? Like I can love science, art, sports, pink, sweatpants, and skirts all at the same time. And I do. And I’m not trying to sound like the ‘I’m not like other girls’ girl, because I am a girl, but I’m more than just one side or the other.”

“So why do you hide the ‘typically girly’ stuff? I’ve never seen you at school wearing a pink dress and makeup. I mean even at dances you always wear dark colors and at parties I don’t think I’ve ever seen you in something other than jeans or shorts.”

You shrugged as you made your way onto the floor next to your computer, Tom following suit.

“I guess I try to stick to one aesthetic. I mean, it already seems to shock the administration that I’m good at and enjoy doing two sports, art, and honors stuff. I don’t think they could handle another layer of me,” you chuckled. “Isn’t there anything you hide?”

He thought about it for a few seconds, leaning his head against the wall.

“Well, I guess you know this now, but I like Spider-Man.”

“Yeah, but it’s considered normal for guys to like comic book characters. When I tell people I like Spider-Man, they just assume I have a crush on the actor. Come on, there has to be something you don’t show off at school.”

“Okay fine. I’ve got a couple. One, I actually like to cook. A lot. It almost kills me to be partnered up with the guys sometimes because they’re so clueless in the kitchen. And two, I love dance. I did it for a bit as a kid but got embarrassed and decided to go the normal sports route. I still go to the Nutcracker every year, though.”

You found yourself smiling at his honesty.

“Really? You know my mom put me in little kid ballet classes for a while, but I was really disruptive in class because I had too much energy, so I got into other sports instead. Has the football team never done a ballet class? I know some schools make them.”

“One summer. Maybe two years ago? We were doing a team building thing and they made us take one. I couldn’t make myself pretend to be bad so I just let everyone believe I was a natural talent,” he laughed, causing you to do the same. “You should’ve seen those guys. That’s probably one of my best football memories.”

You both sit in comfortable silence for a while. You couldn’t remember a time that you both were open to each other without the slightest bit of tension.

After a few more moments, you both got back to work.

%

You didn’t realize that it was past 5 o’clock until your mother was at your doorway telling you dinner was ready.

“Feel free to stay. We’d love to have you for dinner, Tom,” she offered, then went back to the kitchen. 

“Do you mind? I can just walk home if not.”

“Just stay, man. What’s one dinner? I’d feel at least somewhat bad to make you walk all the way home. We’re done for the week anyways, so I’ll just drive you after we eat.”

You led him to the kitchen, where your mom had cooked some ravioli and tossed a salad. You built your plates and thanked your mom, then sat at the dining room table.

You ate in awkward silence since your parents were in the living room. Your dad had greeted you and Tom when he came home from work, not really realizing who Tom was.

Once your plates were practically cleaned, you cleared the table and took Tom home.

“Thanks again for dinner and driving me. Good luck this weekend.”

Who is this guy and where did he take Tom? He never wishes me luck.

“Yeah no problem. Thank your mom for the bread. And good luck on your game tomorrow, too. I hear it’s gonna be a tough one.”

”They just haven’t met me yet,” he joked, then got out of the car and headed to the door. He tossed one last wave back as you pulled away.

%

A/N: I’m happy to be posting the next part and with the free time that I have at the moment of formatting this I’m hoping that I can reedit ch 4 and have it up by next week. As always, love you all and thanks for reading!

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A surprise

3 weeks earlier:

“Congratulations, and we will see you back here soon for your next appointment.” 

“Thank you.” You take a deep breath and walk out to your car. Once settled in the drivers seat you take another look at the picture. It didn’t look like much but you were able to make out the small bean shaped blob of a baby. You smiled, biting your lip. This was something you and Harry had always talked about....but how would he actually react? He was about to start his world tour, he had plans for One Direction to work on projects again, and there was talk of him being nominated for a grammy. It all seemed like so much at once, you weren't sure he would be as excited as you were. You also didn’t know how or when to tell him. Part of you wanted to wait until you were in the safe zone, knowing the baby was growing healthy just as it was supposed to...but what if something happened to it? You didn’t want to go through that alone.... What if he wasnt excited though....what if he didn’t want a baby right now? What if he thought it would just be an inconvenience to his life at this point in his career... You sighed, placing the ultrasound picture in your purse and deciding to hold off on telling him.

Today:

“Babe....” Harry called out from the kitchen. He was concerned... you had been in bed all morning due to the insane morning sickness you had been having lately. Harry was convinced you were dying. Every morning waking him by dashing to the bathroom and heaving everything in your stomach into the toilet. You had tried hiding most of your pregnancy symptoms, but its actually insanely hard to hide. Along with morning sickness, you were also moody, emotional, not sleeping well, and would get nauseous at any given smell throughout the day. 

“I’m okay.” You called back, rolling over in bed. You heard his feet pad into the bedroom and looked up. Harry was standing next to the bed with a cup of tea. He set it on the table and sat next to you. You curled up into his chest and and smiled. “If I had known not feeling well would get me some extra snuggles this morning, I would’ve faked it long before,” you joked.

Harry chuckled, relieved to see that you were feeling better. He pressed a kiss to your cheek and relaxed into the blankets with you. His fingers trailed up and down your arm softly. “Are you sure youre okay to come with me to mum’s later?”

You nodded. “Of course! You know I would never miss an opportunity to have some of those chocolate chip cookies she promised...” Ugh....cookies..... Your mouth started watering immediately. Maybe I can have cookies for breakfast too...

“You know she only makes them because you love them. I think she secretly loves you more than me...”

You laughed and kissed him softly. “Stop. Your mom loves you.”

“I know, I’m just saying she loves you more.” Harry laughed. He looked down at you and grinned. “But it’s okay because I love you more than she does....” he kissed you, his lips pulling away slowly.

You grinned, shaking your head. “I sure hope you love me more than your mom does. Besides-”

Harry cut you off, his lips attacking yours. Your hands wrapped around his body which was moving over yours. It had been almost 2 weeks since you and Harry had actually had sex. Before your symptoms had shown up, Harry had been away for work only to come back to you throwing up every morning. His hands slowly stroked the inside of your thighs, tugging at the panties while his lips stayed glued to yours. “Shh...” He whispered against your lips. “A little less talking please...”

You laughed, tugging at his boxers until they slithered down his legs. Harry tugged the t-shirt of his you were wearing off and moved his lips down your chest. He pushed himself inside you, earning a groan from you. You had almost forgotten how big he was... Harry moved faster, pushing in deeper and hitting your sweet spot. Your walls clenched around him. “I-I’m cl-” your words were cut off as he moved faster. You watched his eyes roll back and new what was coming. His lips sloppily moved to yours, and he froze breathing heavy. You could feel the warmth of him inside you, causing you to release as well. Harry sat still for a minute, before pulling out and sliding you up onto his chest with a lazy smile. You pressed kisses along his jawline, still feeling heat between your legs and that itchy feeling in your stomach not satisfied. Harry got the hint and laughed, moving his way down and cleaning up everything. His tongue pressed into you, sending your back arching and shivers down your spine. He had a finger in, moving quickly when his phone rang. “Ignore it..” You whined breathlessly. Harry did ignore it, continuing what he was doing until it rang again. Sighing, he removed the fingers, licking them clean, and pressing a warm  kiss to your lips before padding over to the dresser to answer the phone.

“Hi mum,” Harry answered giving you a roll of eyes. You laughed, sitting up and moving toward the bathroom. “Yes, we are both still coming over. We just need to shower and get ready and we will be over okay? Okay. Love you. Bye.” Harry hung up and walked over to you, pressing a kiss to the shoulder not covered by your hair. “Mum is very excited to see us.” he mumbled. 

You turned and grinned. “I’m very excited for it as well.” You had decided today was the day. You were going to tell Harry and Anne about the baby. Specifically today because you know Harry had been telling Anne how sick you had been and it would only be so much longer before she realized what was happening. She was good like that, very intuitive. It’s why Harry was such a bad liar now. His mom always knew what he was up to as a kid, he never stood a chance. “In fact...” you mumbled turning to him. “So excited that I have a surprise for her. And you.” You poked his chest with a smirk.

“A surprise?” Harry asked with a grin. “What kind of surprise?”

“If I told you it wouldn't be a surprise...” You kissed him once more before turning back to the bathroom. “Now I’m going to shower and get ready and I suggest you do the same.”

“Well....how about we do that together....” Harry asked softly while his lips pressed to your neck. 

“Well then we better get going.” You laughed grabbing his hand and pulling him into the shower. 

After the two of you were cleaned up and Harry was getting ready for the day you ran into the kitchen and pulled out the two boxes you had wrapped yesterday. One had Harry’s name neatly written on the top and the other had Anne. This is what you had come up with for your reveal. Harry’s box contained a note that said “I’m having your baby, it’s definitely your business.”  A knock off of his Kiwi lyrics and something the two of you constantly joked about. It also contained the pregnancy test you originally took, an ultrasound picture, a onesie that said “if you think I’m cute, you should see my daddy”, and a bear. Anne’s box had a note that said “Mimi, Nana, Granny, Grams, or Grandma, please decide by January 2020.” Inside contained a onesie that said, “Pass me to my grandma”, a baby bottle, binky, and a copy of the ultrasound. You had debated the ideas for a while, but this one was the most unsuspicious because you and Harry had to also give her a birthday present that had arrived much later than expected. 

Harry walked downstairs, eyeing the boxes on the table. “Maybe I could open mine now..” He grabbed the box and you grabbed it back quickly laughing.

“Nice try Haz, but because you took so long to shower we are already going to be late.”

“Who’s fault was that? Hmm...I vaguely remember you the one dropping to your knees and-” You blush and laugh biting your lip softly.

“Okay, okay...we may be equally guilty today. But come on let’s go...” you laughed pulling him to the door. “I’m ready for some cookies...”

You and Harry arrived around 30 minutes late and Anne was standing on the porch waiting. You both climbed out, leaving the gifts in the car and running up to the porch. “Mum!” Harry happily called out, running up and giving her a hug.

“Why are two always late?” she scolded lightly with a laugh.

“It was (y/n)’s fault, she’s always taking so long to get ready.” Harry laughed.

“Oh yeah, blame me.” You laughed walking up and giving Anne a hug.

“Don’t worry dear, I know how long it takes Harry to get moving.” You laughed and gave Harry a smirk, mouthing ‘she loves me more’. He just rolled his eyes and followed the two of you inside. You and Harry sat down, catching up with Anne. Harry told her about the tour, the new songs he was working on, catching up with Liam, Louis, and Niall, and about the praise his album had gotten. You talked about work and how you were planning on touring with Harry. “What about marriage plans...when do you think that will happen?” Anne asked with a smile. You looked over at Harry who blushed and shrugged his shoulders. You and Harry had always talked about getting married but with everything going on, there just didn’t seem to be a lot of time for him to actually consider it or make moves on it. 

“Eventually.” that was Harry’s answer every time. While you wanted to be married, you weren't actually rushing the issue either. You trusted Harry more than anyone else in your life and never had once doubted his love in the 5 years you had been together. When he was ready, you would be too. You just enjoyed having him in your life. Changing the subject Harry looked at you, “What about the surprises?” 

“Oh yeah!” You jumped up, running to the car and grabbing all three gifts. You handed Anne her birthday gift first. It was a large canvas painted with her, Harry, and Gemma. 

“Oh this is lovely.” She smiled. “Thank you both.”

“I have one more surprise for both you and Harry.” you placed the boxes in each of their laps and smiled nervously.  “Harry you might want to go first.” Your heart was beating and your hands sweating. Harry opened his box, his eyes widening at the message and the objects. Tears threatened at his eyes as everything sunk in. The symptoms, the emotions, the onesie and lastly the ultrasound.

“Is this real?” He asked looking up, wiping the falling tears. You nodded, tears also in your eyes now. Harry jumped up and hugged you tightly, still crying. Anne, now curious also opened her box. Her mouth fell open and tears spilled over her cheeks as well. “You’re actually pregnant?”

“Yes.” you cried. Harry didn’t let go, he just held onto you with a smile. He pulled away, wiping your tears and laughing. His hands pressed gently to your stomach. 

Anne also stood up, pulling you and Harry in for hugs. She wiped her tears and looked over at Harry. “I told you.” She laughed.

Harry shook his head with a small laugh. “What?” You asked confused, trying to stop yourself from crying. Anne pulled you back in, rocking you with her.

“I told Harry weeks ago that you were pregnant. He called and said how you were sick every morning and just knew but he said there was no way.” She wiped her eyes again and smiled. “I’m so happy for both of you. Congratulations.”

“Thank you.” You smiled, also wiping your cheeks free of tears. You looked over at Harry who was sat back on the couch going over the ultrasound picture again. You were suddenly very worried he was not happy about it. 

Anne was also watching Harry. “Well, this calls for celebration. You two wait here and I’ll grab the cookies.” 

She left the room and you sat next to Harry quietly. “H?”

“Hm?” he mumbled not looking up from the picture.

Your heart was pounding and tears were now falling down your cheeks again, scared he wasn’t happy. “Are you upset?” you mumble, resting your head on his shoulder.

Harry looked over at you confused. “Upset?” He laughed shaking his head. “Why would I be upset?”

“Idontknow...” you mumbled.

“Babe, this is like the best thing ever. I mean, I’m a little upset you didn’t tell me sooner, but this is something we’ve always talked about, something we have always wanted.”

“I know...I wanted to tell you right away. Like before I even took that test but you were out of town and I- I don’t know I didn’t know how you would react. I mean you have so much going on right now with tour and your music and career...” 

“(y/n).” Harry stopped you, pressing his lips to yours. “I would never have been upset with you. I have a lot going on but nothing is more important than you and our relationship and now our family.” You smiled. “We will do what we need to do with my career.”

“So...you’re happy?”

“Babe.” Harry laughed. “Happy would be an understatement. I mean look at our little baby. Oh my god, I’m going to be a dad. You're going to be a mum. We are adding a baby to the family..” He pointed at the picture and smiled. He turned and kissed you softly. “I love you.”

“I love you too.” You kissed him back, relieved and excited. Anne came back with a plate of warm cookies and you grabbed three, biting into the warm, chocolate gooeyness. 

“So how far along are you?” Anne asked with a smile. 

“Only 8 weeks..” 

She smiled and Harry laughed. “It all makes sense.”

“What does?” you asked eating another cookie.

“You’ve been SO moody. So overly emotional and the cravings I mean it explains everything.”

“Cravings?” Anne asked amused.

“Mum, we went to the store the other day and she grabbed pudding. I have never in my life see her even want pudding and she was like obsessed with it at the store. And, the other day we were watching tv and she cried like three times during the movie.”

“It was sad!” you defended.

“Not that sad.”

“What movie?” Anne was enjoying the conversation.

“Dunkirk mum, we were watching Dunkirk.”

“To be fair, I cried the same amount watching the first time so, and who wants to watch their husband, and father of their child, drown!”

Harry laughed and you shook your head, snuggling into his chest. “I just can’t believe I’m going to be a grandma.. oh my gosh, wait until the fans and everyone in the press finds out. They will lose their minds.” Anne grabbed Harry’s box looking at his items and smiled. “I love this.” She laughed at the lyrics and the onesie and then pulled the two of you into another hug. “Oh I just can’t wait.”

You smiled and Harry kissed your cheek. “A baby Styles. Who would’ve thought?”

After another hour discussion of everything the two of them had missed, you called Gemma, and told her the news. She cried and you cried and Anne cried and Harry laughed at everyone, taking in all of the moments. 

You and Harry finally left, driving home and crawling into bed exhausted. Harry cuddled close, bending down and pressing kisses to your belly before looking up with a smile. “Have I told you I love you?”

“Yes, but I don’t think you could ever do it enough.”

“I love you.” He kissed you softly. “And I love you little one.” he whispered to the belly.

“We love you too.” You smile, snuggling into his chest, falling asleep to his heart beat and the little butterfly feeling in your stomach.

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Got this request and loved it. Hope I lived up to your expectations lol

xoxo

[purplesurveys]

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A - Appearance.

What are you wearing? I have a gray turtleneck and brown shorts at the moment.

What are on your feet right now? I never wear anything for my feet when I’m at home.

What color are your fingernails? I say this a lot on surveys but mine are never painted. Nothing against them, I’ve just never felt the need to spend on something like my nails.

What does your hair look like right now? I have apple hair at the moment to temporarily get rid of my bangs, which I am more than sick of at this point.

B - Best Friend

Who is your best friend? Angela and Andi.

What was the last thing you two did together? The last time I saw Angela we went to the BTS pop-up store. I haven’t seen Andi since January, but when we hung out that evening we just had Korean barbecue and we also parked somewhere in UP to just talk about life in my car. My breakup had been fresh at the time and back then I just needed someone to whom I could vent.

What is (s)he doing right now? I’m sure Andi’s doing something with Leigh, maybe having a video call or something since I think they tend to have one every evening. I’m not sure what Angela’s up to but considering her replies have been a bit slow tonight, I guess she’s somewhat busy at home.

Are you talking to her/him online right now? Angela just replied to something I sent her around 15 minutes ago but the exchange wasn’t meant to be a full-blown conversation, if that’s what you mean.

C - Crush.

Who is (s)he? Eh, I don’t have a crush these days; too obsessed with work to figure out what I find attractive lmaooooo. I do have a main celebrity crush and I might just cite them instead so that I can at least fill this section out. 

What does (s)he look like? Curly hair; mismatched eyes; moles underneath his right eye, on his nose, and on his lower lip, and the widest smile I’ve seen on any person.

What was the last thing you two talked about? He’s a celebrity crush...

Does (s)he make you smile? Yes.

D - Dad

What’s your dad’s name? Edgardo.

What does he do for a living? He’s an executive chef for a luxury liner company. He hasn’t worked in a year and a half due to the pandemic and has stayed in the country this whole time, but we’ve *very* recently been informed that he can go back abroad in around two weeks! Of course it will suck letting go of him again after having him back for such a long time, but I’m just glad the family can finally be on track again, financially speaking. It had been something I’ve been worrying silently about.

What was the last thing you two did together? Had dinner last night, but we did that with the whole family too. We don’t really do things that’s just the two of us.

Do you get along better with him than your mother? Yes.

E - Ebay.

Have you ever bought anything from ebay? No. I’m not sure we have eBay here anyway.

Do you just shop around when you’re online? I don’t really shop ‘around.’ I usually have an idea of what I want to get myself, and it’s just a matter of finding the right shop from which to buy.

Do you know anybody who is addicted to it? I know a couple of co-workers who love shopping, like Gabi.

Have you ever sold anything on it? I’ve never tried selling, but I’m actually in the middle of doing something for the very first time – I’ve decided to get into trading! I got my BTS Butter album yesterday but didn’t get to pull the photocard I was vying for – the pull I got, though, was of the most popular member, which means it would be a very easy trade. I put the trade offer up the other day and I finally got a match yesterday.

F - Facebook.

When was the last time you logged on? Like five minutes ago. I constantly check it.

How many friends do you have? Just checked and it says I have 686. I wanna get rid like half of them though.

Do you hate when your facebook chat messes up? Hmm, that doesn’t really happen.

Who was the last person to leave you a wall post? Angela.

G - Google.

Do you Google everything? Yeah, I think I look up a random item or phrase at least once a day. Doesn’t hurt to learn a new thing each day. :)

What was the last thing you Googled? The K-Pop group g.o.d., since my teacher mentioned them in our Korean lessons earlier.

Would you ever trade Google in for Bing? No, I haven’t used Bing in like 12 years.

What do you Google the most? Synonyms, I think, since I’m constantly writing for work.

H - Hair.

Do you like your hair? It’s a love-hate relationship most days because I hate how thick and frizzy it can be...but I recently had mine trimmed all the way up to my neck and for some reason it’s taken on a wavy form, which I didn’t expect to come out at all. And I’ve found that it actually suits me quite a bit, so I’m enjoying my hair for now.

What color is your hair? Black.

What does it look like right now? Slightly damp since I took a shower not too long ago.

What kind of shampoo for you use? Just a normal Dove one.

I - Ibuprofen 

When was the last time you took ibuprofen? I don’t think I’ve ever taken it? I usually take paracetamol...idrk the difference either. Do you rely on it for everything (cramps, headache)? I only ever take medicine for headaches/migraines.

Are you so thankful people made it? I mean sure, I’m glad there are those who have been able to create products that can instantly relieve pain or discomfort, but I’m not obsessively grateful.

Do you have any right now? I don’t think we have any.

J - Jobs.

Do you need a job? Nah, I already have one.

Where do you work? Media/PR industry.

Where would you work? I wouldn’t change jobs/industries. This is where I wanted to end up in, and I’m really really glad and fortunate to have landed here on my first shot, right out of college, and during a pendemic.

How much money would you like to get paid? An additional P5k (~$100) would probably be more satisfying, but considering my parents aren’t the traditional Filipino parents who suck 100% of my earnings right out of me the second payday comes, I’m able to enjoy a substantial chunk of money to myself, give them a portion of my earnings, and still be able to save.

K - Kissing.

Who was the last person you kissed? That would be my ex.

Will you next kiss be a mistake? I have no idea when that would be and with whom it will be shared, so I won’t be able to give you a definite answer.

Do you kiss someone everyday? Other than my dogs, nah.

Who was your first kiss? The aforementioned ex.

L - Love.

Who do you love the most in your life? My best friends. I’m also doing a whole lot better in the self-love department these days, so that too :)

Have you ever been in love before? Yeah.

Does it make you so happy when you feel the feeling of love? Sure. It feels light and comfortable, especially when it’s shared.

Why is this word so hard to describe? Because everyone feels love differently. < There we go.

M - Mom.

What is your mom’s name? Abigail.

What is she doing right now? She was watching The Good Doctor the last time I checked on her like five minutes ago. It’s her latest obsession.

Where does she work? She works in the food and beverage department of a 5-star hotel in the city.

Do you two shop together a lot? I rarely do my shopping with either of my parents.

N - Netflix.

Do you have Netflix? Technically, I guess. My dad pays for it and we have a family account.

If not, what movies would you order? I don’t think I’ve ever ordered a movie before. Before streaming on Netflix, I just used to get illegal torrents lol.

Do you rent a lot of movies? I’ve never rented a movie. Was too young for it, I think.

Do you have the tool where it just downloads to your tv? No.

O - Ohio.

Is this the state in which you live in? I don’t even live in the US. Never been there either. < Same.

Is Ohio State your favorite football team? I don’t like football.

Did you know Ohio Is For Lovers? I’m not familiar.

Have you ever been to Ohio? See first answer in this section.

Q - Quitting.

What was the last thing you quit doing? Practicing on Duolingo. I had an extremely short period of using the app again a couple of months ago, but I lasted all of two days hahaha I had been trying to get back on learning Korean, but I enrolled in official lessons not long after that anyway so it didn’t make sense to continue the stages in the app.

Do you need to quit talking to someone right now? Nope. The people I’m talking to right now in between this survey are all welcome conversations.

Would you ever quit school? That wasn’t an option for me and I never would’ve done it anyway. 

Don’t you think quitting is stupid? No. Sometimes it can be the strongest thing you can do for yourself.

R - Reading.

What was the last book you read? Does my Korean lesson textbook count hahaha...if not, I haven’t really read anything in years.

Do you own a lot of books? I do, but they are all books from my childhood and teenage years. It’s been a while since I last updated my bookshelf.

Do you have a library card? No, haven’t had one since Grade 1.

Have you ever read a book that changed your life? Without Seeing the Dawn was pretty influential to me, but I dunno about ‘life-changing.’ I need to read more to find the book that would have that effect on me.

S - Safety.

Do you always wear your seat belt? I do these days. I didn’t really practice it when I used to drive to school, whoops. Always forgot to do it.

When riding a four-wheeler do you wear a helmet? I rarely get to do that.

Did you ever wear knee pads and a helmet when riding your bike? Nah. I can’t ride a bike either. Do you always think safety first? In COVID terms, yeah. I have a face mask and shield on as soon as I find myself outdoors.

T - Talk

Who was the last person you talked to? Reena. Who are you talking to right now? Nobody. It’s just me, this survey, and some music in the background.

Who did you last talk to before you went to bed last night? Angela and Reena, if I’m not mistaken.

Do you need to talk to anybody right now? No, I’m good.

U - US ARMY

Do you support it? I don’t know enough about it to have a bold opinion, considering I’m not even from the US and it’s been a while since their army has had any strong contact with my country.

Do you know anybody who is in the army right now? I think one of Angela’s uncles has a high position in our national army.

Don’t you ever wonder why their camo doesn’t match anything? Not really.

Would you ever go to the army? No.

V - Virgin.

Are you a virgin? Nope.

When did you lose your virginity? I was 18.

Do you wish you would’ve waited? Nah, it felt right when I did it the first time; and I maintain that stance now even though I’m no longer with that person.

Do you think you could have stayed a virgin until marriage? I could. Sex isn’t a big deal to me.

W - What.

What are you doing right now besides this survey? I’m also listening to mono. and taking bites from my doughnut every now and then.

What are you craving? Spicy tuna salad, but it can wait. Andi got me my favorite truffle baked macaroni because it’s CM Punk day today :D :D and that’s able to satisfy my savory cravings for now.

What do you need to buy? Shelves.

Why are you taking my survey? I’ve mentioned this before but I like categorized/themed surveys, so alphabetical ones are always fun for me.

X -Xanax 

Do you know anybody who is addicted to Xanax? I don’t think so.

Have you ever taken it before? No.

Do you even know what it is? No, actually.

Have you ever suffered from anxiety or depression? I’m sure I have.

Y - Yourself.

Name. Robyn.

Age. 23.

Do you smile a lot? Sure, I’d say that’s common these days.

Z - Zebra.

Are you addicted to zebra striped? Not really.

Do you own anything zebra striped? Nah. I have some stuff that come in black and white stripes, but not zebra print. Is anything on any of your websites zebra striped? No.

[luci-in-trenchcoats]

Sick

Summary: Jensen wakes up sick on the morning of a con and the reader tries to help him through the day...

Pairing: Jensen x reader

Square: Conventions

Word Count: 1,400ish

Warnings: none

A/N: Written for @spndeanbingo

“Morning,” you said, kissing Jensen awake when the alarm clock went off, Jensen groaning and tucking his head into your shoulder, pulling the covers over his head. You giggled and turned the thing off, moving the covers away and cupping his cheek. You frowned when his face felt hot, Jensen turning into the touch and nudging closer to you. “Aw, you’re sick, Jens.”

“Of course there’s a con today too,” he whined, shuddering for a moment before you heard a sniffle. 

“Stay in bed and get some extra sleep. I’ll get everything ready for you,” you said. You were pretty certain he was out cold before you even rolled out of bed, Jensen’s face slightly scrunched up as you moved around the bedroom quietly. You were thankful the con was in town today so there was no big travel involved. You stashed a few things in his backpack before slipping out of the apartment, running to the pharmacy just down the block to get some cold medicine and some other things he normally liked when he was sick.

After stowing them away in his bag, you went to his closet, pulling out some clothes for him and bringing them into the bathroom. 

“Okay, Jay, time to get up,” you said, going to his side of the bed and lightly nudging him. He stirred and coughed as he sat up, taking the medicine you handed him without a word before staring suspiciously at the liquid cold medicine. “Drink it, Jay.”

“I don’t like the liquid. Where’s the capsule things?” he asked, looking far younger than you were used to as he stared up at you worriedly.

“They were out, honey. Drink it for me, please. It’ll help you feel better,” you said. He winced but plugged his nose, swallowing the medicine down quickly, tears prickling in the corners of his eyes. “S’okay. All done.”

“Vick’s liquid flavor? God, I think I know what death tastes like,” he said, shaking his head.

“Come on,” you said, grabbing his arm and leading him into the bathroom, peeling his sweaty clothes off of him and having him pop under the shower for just a moment. He dried himself off and changed into the clothes you laid out for him, using the new toothbrush you’d bought and brushing his teeth. He looked a bit miserable as he grabbed his brush and immediately dropped it, sighing at it. 

You bent down and picked it up, fixing his hair for him as he stood there breathing deeply.

“Hungry?” you asked. He shook his head, following you out to the rest of the apartment, shaking his head as you shoved a bottle of gatorade in his hands. 

“I want coffee,” he said.

“You’re on water, gatorade and chicken broth until further notice,” you said. He rolled his eyes and chugged down his drink, sighing when he needed to take a break to get his breath back, closing his eyes. You grabbed his jacket from the front hall, throwing it over his shoulders before sliding his backpack on your own. “Ready to go?”

“Mhm,” he hummed, trudging out after you, fixing his jacket around himself, sniffling a few times on the elevator ride down. 

He was a bit more with it when you got over to the con but by the time the morning panel was over, he looked wrecked again, finding a corner of the couch in the green room to curl away into. He kept to himself, mostly laying his head in your lap, your fingers carding through his short strands gently as he took an unrestful nap. He didn’t eat lunch but you got more liquids and medicine in him, Jensen grumpy when you had to get him up to go out for his afternoon panel.

He put on a happy face the second he was out there, pushing himself through it with jokes and a smile, his voice a bit deeper and more off than earlier in the day but no one seemed to notice. You kept an eye on him during pictures and autographs, Jensen doing his best not to get germs on anyone and handing out hand sanitizer like it was candy to everyone that went through the line.

When it was time to head home, he looked exhausted, barely giving his friends a wave goodbye, passed out in the car the second he had his seatbelt on. Jared offered to help you get him up to the apartment but you knew you could handle it. Once you were inside, you sent him to take a proper shower, making sure he had his favorite pajamas to change into when he finished. After a while you heard the water turn off and he padded out to the kitchen with a soft smile and red nose, a tissue in his hands.

“I made you some chicken noodle soup,” you said, setting a bowl in front of him, sticking an ice cube in it. You got out a box of crackers and pulled out a stack for him, opening it up and setting some on a napkin nearby. He picked up his spoon and played with the soup for a moment, sleepily watching the ice cube melt before he picked up a cracker and plopped it in. He broke it in half with his spoon and waited until it got soggy, scooping it up and taking a bite, slurping up a few noodles.

“You always make the best soup,” he said quietly. “S’like my mom’s.”

“Remember the first time you got sick when we were dating? You were so grouchy and kept saying you were fine even though you clearly were not,” you said.

“I had bronchitis and a sinus infection. It wasn’t fun,” he said.

“No it wasn’t. I called your mom and asked her how to make you feel better since you were so grumpy. I got all the secret tips from her,” you said.

“Didn’t...didn’t I get sick before you met her though? I brought you to thanksgiving. I was sick earlier in the fall,” he said.

“Yeah. I was nervous but she really appreciated that I’d ask how to take care of you. She said I must really care about you,” you said.

“Should have told her I was head over heels for you,” he chuckled, coughing a little. 

“I think she knew. Apparently you talked about me a lot in your weekly phone calls to your parents,” you said with a smile. “Still do.”

“Yeah. I guess I’d never done that before. My parents said they knew you were gonna be the one before we were even dating,” he said.

“You sweet on me, Ackles?” you teased, Jensen smiling as he slurped his soup.

“As iced tea,” he said, getting a chuckle from you. He ate the rest of his meal quietly as you picked up a few things and put fresh sheets on the bed, Jensen yawning when you came back out to the kitchen, most of his soup gone, about half of his crackers left.

“Have enough?” you asked, Jensen nodding. “I made leftovers and stuck them in the fridge. You can heat them up for lunch tomorrow. If you have a fever and still aren’t feeling well, I want you to go to the doctor.”

“Fine,” he mumbled, smiling when you ruffled his head. You went to the medicine on the counter, grabbing his night time medicine, Jensen wincing at it. “No more.”

“It’s cherry flavor,” you said, Jensen instantly relaxing. “This’ll help you sleep.”

“It’s gonna knock me out in about ten minutes,” he said with a laugh, throwing back the medicine, letting you walk him back to the bedroom and tuck him in.

“Oh, one more thing,” you said, walking to the bag from the pharmacy, pulling out a small bear.

“I’m not that sick,” he said, coughing when you moved his arm and placed the bear underneath it.

“Oh, so you want me to sleep in here with you then?” you teased, Jensen shaking his head. “That’s what I thought. You get your cuddle on with your new buddy for me tonight.”

“Alright. Love you,” he mumbled, giving you a smile as you turned out the light.

“Love you too, Jensen.”

[supernaturalee]

Then & Now: Part 2 - Gwilym Lee x Reader

Pairings: Past!Gwilym Lee x Reader, Platonic!Joe Mazzello x Reader

Warnings: Swearing, Pillow Throwing, and Shirtless Wet Joe

Word count: 2.9k

Summary: It has been nearly ten years since Y/N had last stepped foot in London and made a promise to herself to never return. Yet, here she is back again for two weeks with her best friend in tow. After being left the apartment of her late mother. The same one where she had her heart taken and broken into two by the blue-eyed boy across the hall. When a mistaken knock is answered, blue eyes come flooding back into her life and suddenly two weeks seems like a lifetime.

Previous Parts: One 

Author’s Note: Sooooooooooo...I’M BACK. Basically I had terrible writer’s block, no desire to write, and life just got in my way. A huge huge HUGE thank you to @slutforbritdick​​ for supporting me these past couple months. We are getting into the meat of the story now. I also plan to update regularly and also look out for a Green & Gold update coming soon. Enjoy. Please let me know if you would want to be tagged. 

Tagged List: @ixchel-9275​​ @slutforbritdick​​ @reavenedges-lies​​ @rogertaylorsfalsettogivesmehives​​

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Y/N screamed loudly as she reached over the rest of the couch, grabbing the closest softest thing to her. She held it against her face, her headache returning as she screamed into the stuffed fabric of the throw pillow. It wasn’t helping because even in the darkness of the fabric, she could still see his eyes. She could see how they stood out on his stupidly beautiful face. The blue was a color she could never forget. It was like the sky after a snowstorm when the sun had returned. Clear and crystal blue. It had once ranked among her most favorite colors, but now she despised it.   

She threw the pillow across the room, hitting the wall with a soft thud. She stood from the couch, too angry to sit.  It was like the last ten years of repressed emotions finally bubbled over the edge of the pot, spewing their negative energy all over the place. She began to pace across the hardwood floors. Her hands in fist as she held them out from her, trying to keep herself from punching something. If she would have known he was going to be just ten feet across the hall from her, she wouldn’t have gotten on the plane. Hell, she wouldn’t have even thought about coming to London. She would have called a realtor and dealt with the place that way.  She continued pacing quickly as she heard something move around in the bathroom, the door flinging open as Joe stood there. Soaking wet with a towel around his waist and shampoo half unrinsed in his hair as he tried to keep his feet from slipping on the damp tile in the bathroom. His eyes wide in fear that his friend had been hurt. 

“Y/N!” He shouted before looking at her as he got his footing right. She turned her head to him, as he continued. “Y/N! Oh fuck are you okay? I heard someone slam the door and then you screamed.” He panted, holding up the towel with one hand and balancing himself in the doorway of the bathroom. Water dripping down his chest. 

“NO!” She threw up her arms as she faced him fully. Her body slightly shook from all the energy flowing through her. “I AM NOT OKAY!” She exclaimed. His eyes widened even more. 

“What happened? Did someone come in? Did they hurt you?” He asked concerned, 

looking her over for any injuries and then surveying the apartment for any damage. After seeing no facial or structural damage, his body relaxed. His eyes softened as he realized she had no bodily harm. “This better not be about a spider, I already told my stance on killing arachnids. They eat the mosquitoes, Y/N. They are the good boys.” Joe said launching into his usual spiders are important tyraid. Y/N cut him off before he could finish. 

“There is no fucking time for spiders, Joe. He is across the hall.”

“Who?”

“HE!” She pointed at the closed door.

“Who?” He asked again, more confused than ever. He rubbed some of the suds from his forehead to avoid them getting into his eyes. “Could you just tell me cause at the rate this soap is moving I’ll be suffering from severe soap in eye pain in a few seconds. I don’t have time for the pronoun game.” He said, as Y/N explored with the answer.  

“GWILYM FUCKING LEE. That tall blue-eyed Welsh bastard!” She shouted, moving to throw something out to release the wave of rage that was cresting inside of her. She grabbed the discarded pillow from a few moments earlier and threw it again, Joe dodged it as it zoomed passed his head, hitting into the bathroom doorway before thudding to the ground next to the toilet.  

“Wait...no fucking way.” He said before thinking a moment that it could be true. She nodded furiously, her head looking almost bobble like.  He had rarely seen his best friend this worked up before. He knew she had to be telling the truth. He removed his hand from the doorway and held it up in a somewhat calming gesture.

 “You need to breathe, you’re gonna pop a blood vessel. So go scream into your pillow, I’m gonna finish my shower and then we are gonna talk about the fact that the asshole who broke your heart is across the hall currently.” He remained calm, reminding her of the fact that he was her emotional support this trip. This trip was supposed to be about her family, and not Gwil. This trip was supposed to be about her mom and how much London meant to her. Yet there he was there less than 100 feet away and invading her thoughts. Y/N took a series of short breaths which were doing nothing for her racing heart.

“Inhale.” Joe said calmly. He moved his hand up to mimic an inhale before pushing it down to mimic an exhale. “Exhale. I’m gonna shower now, don’t burn the fucking apartment down while I’m in there.” He gave her a cheeky smile which was his attempt to relax her more before turning around and moving inside the bathroom. 

Joe returned to his shower and Y/N moved to her bedroom. She grabbed a pillow from her bed, placed it over her face and screamed loudly into it.  The sound of all her emotions were muffled again by the stuffed fabric. She did this over and over again for about thirty minutes. She was almost hoarse from it. Trying her best to remain calm and collected. She was cool, she didn’t need to prove herself to that snarky jerk across the hall. She was a strong woman who was clearly lying to herself about the past decade and was spiraling away from anger and towards regret.  At that moment, she knew she had to get out of there. She grabbed her laptop and moved to the couch. This was it, they were going home. 

Joe finished his shower and changed into comfier clothes. His hangover quelled for the moment as he readied himself to deal with his current and appropriately emotionally best friend.  He moved out of his room and into the living room where he saw Y/N frantically typing on her computer. He moved behind the couch to see what was drawing her attention so much as he rang the towel over his hair to dry it. 

“What are you doing?”

“Finding flights. I can’t stay here. We can’t stay here. He and I are currently breathing the same air. It-it's toxic!” She said quickly, her hand darting across the mouse pad, her eyes glued to her screen.  

“Yes you can. You are so much stronger than you think you are.” Joe moved from behind her and sat down beside her on the couch. “You can and you will stay. We will both stay.” His hand moved over hers as he pulled it away slowly from the mouse pad. This kind gesture drew her attention away from her screen, her eyes looking up at him. He gave her a small but sure smile. She shook her head.

“No I’m not. I can’t be here. Joe, I was not emotionally ready to see him. I thought in all that time I was ready but turns out I am still that hurt little teenager that he knew then.” She admitted to him.

“Munchkin, people are not emotionally ready for a lot of things but remember who this trip is for.” He moved his hand onto her shoulder and squeezed it gently. Before rubbing it back and forth to soothe her soul a bit. “Your mom wanted you to come here again, Y/N. She knew you were ready to come back to London. I know you were ready. I think it's just you that doesn’t believe in herself. When you should, you are one of the strongest fucking people I have ever met.” Y/N leaned back from her slightly hunched position. She wiped a tear from her the inner corner of her eye as she looked at Joe. He was right and now she was trying to run from her problem instead of facing it head on. She was trying to let the past win and bury her in regret. She was strong, her mom taught her that. Y/N sniffled as she wiped her nose with the back of her hand.

“Stop being wise.”  She chuckled gently hugging her best friend, resting her chin on his shoulder. “Can I still vent about him?”

“Oh, fuck yeah. Like I am going to stop you from venting but can we get some food first because I am absolutely starving.” 

“Take out?”

“Please and out of curiosity how much were flights home?” He smiled as Y/N turned her attention back to her computer, looking for takeaway places nearby.

 “Remember how much I pay Sallie Mae a month.”

“Yeah?” 

“Triple it.”

“Oh fuck no. We are staying here and we are going to enjoy this trip. Even if it means I have to go across the hall and punch Mr. Perfect in the mouth.” He said looking at the different options for food on her screen. Not knowing that across the hall the same tall man was pacing and frantically trying to get his own best friend on the phone. 

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Gwilym moved across the hardwood floor back and forth, back and forth.  His hand in his hair as if stuck by some unseen glue. He kept going, his brow furrowed in a thinking position. If he didn’t divert from his pattern soon, he thought, there would be worn wood from where he walked. He had been just as surprised to see her. Almost shocked to see his first love and the woman who he unknowingly based all his relationships on for the first time in nearly a decade. It was more than he could handle, that’s why he was calling for help.  

“Ben, if you really are my best mate, you will come to my place now. I need to talk about something and the houseplants don’t want to hear about it again….. Please man, I need you.” He said holding the phone to his ear.  Ben explained that he was on his way to meeting a potential client. “Please please please…. I saw her, you know the one that I...Yes! Her! Please!” He heard a long sigh before a mutter of agreement. “Thanks mate and um, bring scotch. I need it.” He hangs up. Returning to pacing again. 

About thirty minutes later, once all the water had dried from Joe’s hair, their pizza had been ordered from take away, and Ben had apologized to his client and rescheduled for another night, things were being to align for a night of duel venting. 

“Joe, pizza guy is here.”  Y/N said pouring them two glasses of some of the wine from

the pantry. “Also I don’t know if this will be any good.”

“The pizza or the wine?”

“Both. I mean we are like pizza snobs, you are lactose intolerant, and the label on the wine has faded.” 

“If it kills us, it kills us.” He said grabbing the small pile of cash they had pooled together 

on the counter. “Plus I took my lactaid tablet so we are good on the cheesy front here.” He moved into the hallway and down the stairs outside to meet the pizza delivery person. Once the exchange for goods and services was complete, Joe moved back up the stairs.  

A young blonde man was moving inside before him. He wore a pair of slacks with dress shoes, his white button up had been undone on the top button, a brown paper bag covered bottle in his left hand. 

“Hold the door!” Joe said holding the warm pizza boxes in his hands. Ben turned and caught the closing door. 

“Oh yeah mate. I got it, come on in.” Ben said holding open the door for Joe as he moved in first. Ben followed behind him, shutting the door. 

“Thanks man.” Joe gave him a smile before moving down the hallway to the apartment. Ben followed him to Gwil’s door, he knocked lightly. 

“Are you following me?” Joe joked before laughing. Instead of knocking and the pizza boxes occupying his hands, Joe kicked up his foot and kicked the door a bit. 

“I was about to ask you the same thing.” Ben answered before laughing himself. “Just here to help my friend.”

“Man, I get that.” Joe said as he banged against the door with his foot again. “Wait, are you friends with the guy in that apartment?”

“Yeah, he’s my best mate. I’m Ben.” 

“Oh, we just became enemies. Also I’m Joe.” Joe said as Ben looked at him with surprise.��

“Um….how? We barely know each other...oh. You’re the American’s girl boyfriend?” 

“Me and Y/N?” Joe laughed. “No, just best friends but it is the best friends’ creed that an enemy of my friend is also my enemy. Or something like that.” 

Ben laughed as both still stood there waiting for their doors to be opened. “To be honest, I think Gwil is being a bit of a prat about it.” 

“Well, Y/N has every right to overreact.” Joe says. “Do you know the story?”

“Of them?”

“Yup.”

“No.” Ben shook his head. 

“Ask your friend and then you will see him more than just a prat.” Joe said banging on the door again. 

“I’m coming!” Y/N shouted from the other side as she opened the door. Her eyes going to 

Ben as he knocked again. Of course Gwil will had gorgeous friends, stupid attractive people being friends with other attractive people. 

Gwilym moved and opened the door spotting Ben before looking across the hall at Y/N. The two just stared at each other as their friends moved passed them in the respective apartments. He went to open his mouth to utter an apology for how he reacted, however, nothing came out. Y/N moved first, shooting Gwil a death glare before shutting and locking the apartment door. Gwilym let out a loud sigh before shutting his door. The first thought in his mind was how incredibly sexy Y/N looked when she was angry.  

Ben put the bottle of scotch on the wooden coffee table as he sat on Gwilym’s couch. 

“What was so important that you had to call me in the middle of my busy morning? You know I had a meeting with a new potential client.” 

“Actual client or just a young gorgeous woman who doesn't know how stocks and bonds work.” 

“Little bit of column A and a little bit of column B.” He said. Gwil moved grabbing two glasses from his cupboard. “So that’s her.”

“Yes.” Gwil moved to the bottle, opening it and pouring out two drinks. “That’s Y/N. The one who got away.” He admitted softly, sitting in an armchair.  He held out the glass for Ben. Ben nodded before taking the glass. 

“She’s pretty.”

“She’s more than pretty mate.” Gwil admitted. “But god, she’s so infuriating.” He took a long sip from his glass. 

“How?”

“Well, I kind of took home that girl from the pub home last night and well...let’s just say I am lucky none of the photos on my wall are held on loosely.” He said looking at the amber colored liquor in the glass. 

“From the girl or from Y/N?”

“Both I guess but in different ways.”

“Cheeky bastard. Continue.” Ben smirked before taking his first small sip of scotch. 

“Chelsea was leaving and left her bra on my floor. She came back up and knocked on Y/N’s door and then well next thing I know I am face to face with a woman I hadn’t seen since I was 19 years old.” His blue eyes were a mixture of regret and fear. Regret on how it ended and the fear that he had ruined all the chances to make up with Y/N then it twisted in his mind to a bit of anger. How could Y/N be angry still, Gwil had tried to mend it back then. It was her that didn’t want to get back together. 

“I see.” Ben said as Gwil stood, starting to pace again. Unaware to both men that across the hall, Y/N was pacing with a piece of pizza in her hand half eaten and Joe on a sofa watching her. 

“I mean who does he think he is!” Y/N huffed almost flinging the pizza from her hand. 

“I mean who does she think she is!” Gwil said as he paced, drinking more of the scotch. 

“He’s the one that cheated!” Y/N took a small bite before swallowing it. 

“She’s the one that wouldn’t even talk to me after she broke us up!” Gwil exclaimed.

“And to stand there so smug like he’s some fucking prince!’ Y/N looked at Joe, her eyes wide with anger.

“And to stand there so angry like we just broke off! It's been nearly ten years!” Gwilym said stopping and filing his glass more. 

“How dare he!” 

“How dare she!” Both exclaimed similar things in their respective apartments. Their chests heaving with racing hearts. 

“Yeah, fuck him.” Joe said. Y/N nodded sitting back down eating the crust of the slice she had just finished.  

“Maybe you’re overreacting.” Ben said as Gwil sat back down. “What happened between you two that makes just a mere glimpse of each other makes you both crazy?” Gwil let out a breath. 

“It’s a long story.” 

“We have almost a full bottle of scotch and I have no client to meet now.”

“Okay. It started when we were five…”

[imaginethathaikyuu]

your scenarios are basically canon to me can you write a scenario for tsuki and his s/o who gets into a heated argument and he says something to the effect of maybe we should breakup? and maybe they make up instead bc happy ending :,)

thank you for the request!

fem reader

There hadn’t been a day at work as bad as the day you just got home from. You were exhausted, and all you wanted to do was come home, relax, and forget the day had even happened.

Thank goodness you were off for the weekend.

When you walked into the living room, you expected to see your boyfriend, but instead, you just found the remains of him. His gym bag was on the floor in the middle of the room, his jersey and knee pads were thrown onto the couch, and you nearly tripped on a lone volleyball that sat on the ground.

Of course he’d leave a mess. Could you expect anything else from him?

Tsukishima was usually tidy - keyword: usually. After a long practice or a hard game, he had no regard for cleanliness or organization. He just wanted to get out of his sweaty clothes and lie down as quick as he could.

But you weren’t okay with it, especially when he’d leave his shoes lying in the middle of the foyer, or when he managed to throw his sweaty, smelly knee pad onto your pillow, cursing it with his scent.

You had talked about it with him. He said he’d stop, he’d be more respectful of your shared space.

But obviously, that was a lie.

“Tsukishima!”

Maybe, in the grand scheme of things, it wasn’t that big of a deal. But right now, this was the only thing that mattered. It was the only thing available for you to be frustrated at - and you’d get all your frustrations out.

“What?” you heard him call back. When he walked into the room, he was shirtless and missing his glasses.

“Can you pick up your shit?”

“Okay, mom.”

He snickered as he walked by you - and he shouldn’t have done that.

“What’s so funny?” you asked, putting a hand on your hip. “Is it the fact that you act like a complete toddler?”

He’d picked up his jersey and thrown it over his shoulder by the time you said that, and he had to stop and turn to look at you. “What?”

“Toddlers are more tidy than you are,” you replied. “I’m sure you heard me the first time.”

“Sorry, didn’t know I was dating a saint,” Tsukki said. “The fuck’s your problem?”

“You!” you said, though you were basically yelling. “How many times do I have to tell you not to leave your shit lying around the house? Am I going to have to trip over a volleyball and break an arm so you get the point?”

“Sorry your majesty, I’ll make sure the castle is kept up to your standards.”

“I am so sick of your shit -”

“Feel free to break up with me, then! Sorry I was such a shitty servant.”

With that, Tsukishima picked up his gym bag and walked out of the room. It wouldn’t take long for him to walk back in, now fully dressed, carrying the same gym bag; but he walked right by you. Didn’t even look at you.

“Where are you going?” you asked, your voice just as strong as it had been before.

“Out.” The door slammed shut, and you were left alone.

He could’ve just been going to the gym. But after he’d been gone for over three hours, the thought struck that maybe he wouldn’t be coming back.

You felt so stupid. There was no reason for you to blow up at Tsukishima. Him leaving his things around did not call for a break up. And you had no right to make him feel like that’s what you wanted.

The only thing you had to blame it on, besides yourself, was your bad day at work - but now, your bad day was your fault. It wasn’t anyone else’s.

So you decided to turn in early, and you hoped that when you woke up in the morning, Tsukishima would be lying next to you.

You were giving your social media a final once over before you shut your phone off and went to sleep when you found a post from Bokuto on Twitter.

Late night gym session with my boysss

Underneath, a photo was attached, and in it was Bokuto, Kuroo, Akaashi, and, hiding his face in his arm, Tsukishima.

Oh, yeah. It was Friday - and the four of them always go to the gym together, sometimes a bit late into the night.

You hoped Tsukki was having a good time, despite what happened between the two of you earlier.

With that thought, you were just about ready to roll over and get some sleep - until you heard the front door opening.

That meant Tsukishima was home.

Without even thinking, you jumped out of bed and went to find him.

He was in the kitchen pulling a water bottle from the fridge. His shirt was visibly soaked with sweat, and you’re surprised he hadn’t taken it off already.

“I’m sorry.”

Maybe you should’ve waited for him to turn around to speak, but you couldn’t hold it in any longer.

He ignored your words. He didn’t even look at you when he turned around or when he walked by you. But you grabbed his hand and pulled him into you, wrapping your arms around his waist.

“I’m sweaty -”

“I don’t care.”

Tsukishima sighed, and wrapped an arm loosely around your shoulders.

“I’m sorry. I had a bad day and I took it out on you. I don’t care that you leave your things lying around sometimes. I’m sorry.”

“Okay. Can I go shower now?”

“Do you forgive me?”

He sighed again.

“Don’t be stupid.”

He expected you to let him go, but your arms tightened around him instead.

“I’m sorry, Kei.”

“I know. Forget about it, Y/N. It’s okay.”

You nodded. But you didn’t pull away.

“You need a shower now, too. Come on.”

He pulled your arms off of him, only to find you teary eyed and frowning. So he put his hands on either side of your face, kissed your forehead, and whispered, “it’s okay. Stop being upset. Come shower with me. I’ll make it better, okay?”

You nodded, albeit quite sadly, but it was good enough for Tsukishima to pull you into the bathroom and treat you to the pampering you desperately needed - but maybe didn’t deserve.

It didn’t matter to him, though. He’d be there to wash your hair or cuddle with you no matter what; even on the days you didn’t deserve it.

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[waywardaardvark79]

Check Yes or No Part 6: What do I Owe Ya?

 Summary: You've been best friends with Dean Winchester since childhood. When you finally realize what's been in front of you this entire time will secrets threaten to destroy what you have before it really even begins.

Pairing: Dean x reader

Warnings: language, smut

 Dean looked over at the alarm clock, 5:47 AM, and eased himself from bed as quietly as possible. He padded into the kitchen and started a pot of coffee, then sat at the table and pinched the bridge of his nose, "What the fuck do I do?" He thought to himself that maybe he should just tell you, get everything out in the open.

 You would surely know what to do. He sat and  imagined how that conversation would go, and quickly decided against it. He couldn't lose you after it had taken him this long to finally get you. He still had time, right? He needed to clear his mind. He grabbed the notepad off the counter, quickly scribbled you a note, and walked back into your bedroom to gather his clothes. He laid the note on your nightstand, and then quietly walked out of the room.

          You slowly blinked open your eyes and tried to focus on the clock next to the bed, 10:33 AM. It didn't register to you at that moment that Dean's side of the bed was empty. You slowly sat up and stretched your arms above your head. "Dean." you called out. No answer. You finally noticed the note on the nightstand, and grabbed it.

                             A wicked thought crossed your mind, and you hopped up to go jump in the shower. You stood in front of your closet and pulled out the simple white sundress. You put on a little make up and curled your hair. You looked yourself over in the mirror one last time, grabbed your keys, and headed out the door.

        You pulled up in front of the scrap yard, and shut off the engine. You looked into your rearview mirror as you applied a little lipstick. Satisfied with how you looked you got out and headed towards the large chain-link fence. 

You pushed open the door, and closed it behind you. You figured since he was working on his car that he would be in the big shop in the back of the yard. The closer you got you could hear the music blaring from the open garage style doors. You leaned against the frame and simply watched for a moment. 

      Dean was bent over the hood of the car, hands busy with whatever part he was working on. He had shed his flannel and was just in a white t-shirt and jeans. It was a beautiful view. 

You sauntered over and leaned against the driver's side door. You watched as Dean's eyes raked over your body, and you took a few steps towards him. "So what do I owe you?" you asked. 

Dean looked at you for a moment, confusion settling across his face, "What?" he asked. 

"You know, for fixing my car." you said as you patted the top of the car. 

The corner of Dean's mouth quirked up, as he lowered the hood, "Well, ma'am, it was a pretty big job. I'll have to charge you for the parts, and for the labor." he said. 

You closed the gap between the two of you, "Hmmm, you see, sir, that might be a problem. I seemed to have left my purse. Perhaps there is some other way I can pay you?" you suggested. 

 Dean smirked, pulled a rag from his back pocket and began wiping his hands, "I'm sure we could, uh, come up with some sort of arrangement." he said. You ran one finger down his chest and stopped at the top of his jeans. "Ma'am, it would be a shame if that pretty dress you're wearin' got dirty." he said. 

You took a step back, grasped the bottom of your dress, which ended right above your knees, and slowly pulled it over your head. You tossed it on the hood of the car as you took a step closer to Dean. 

You placed your hands on his shoulders and then slowly trailed them down his chest before falling to your knees. You braced your hands on his thighs, and looked up at him. He was staring down at you, eyes dark with lust. You slowly ran your hands up his thighs, and came to a stop at the button of his jeans. 

You watched as his tongue darted out and ran across his plump lower lip before lightly biting down on it. You unbuttoned his jeans and slowly inched the zipper down before tugging them down to rest around his thighs. You could see the outline of his cock straining against his boxer briefs. You looked up at him through your lashes and slowly leaned forward and began to place sloppy kisses against him through the thin material.

 You hooked your fingers in the top of his briefs and slowly pulled them down. You placed your hand around the base of his cock and guided him towards your mouth, only taking in the tip and slowly swirling your tongue around it. 

Dean sucked in a breath as you ran your tongue down his shaft and over his balls before sucking one into your mouth. "Fuuuuuck." You raised your hand to your mouth, spit into your palm, and placed it back around the base of his cock. 

You started out with a slow up and down motion, adding a slight twist of your hand, before taking the tip back into your mouth. You slowly slid down his shaft, taking as much of him in as you could, before hollowing your cheeks and sucking back to his tip. 

You continued to bob up and down on him, Dean's moans growing louder by the second. He had his fists clenched at his side. You took his hands in yours, not caring about the grease, and placed them on your head. 

He quickly tangled his fingers in your hair, as you stilled your movement, allowing him to fuck into your mouth at his own pace. You opened your throat, trying your best not to gag, but the noises you made just seemed to spur him on. "Fuck baby, you take my cock so good." he said. 

You moaned around him, the vibration from your mouth pulling a similar sound from him. "Fuck Y/N, I'm....gonnna..." he choked out quickening his pace. He started to pull away, but you placed your hands on his ass and pulled him deeper into your mouth. 

You gagged around him as his hips stuttered and soon felt ropes of his hot cum shooting down the back of your throat.  His hands loosened their grip on your hair as he slowly pulled himself from your mouth. 

You rose to your feet, ran your thumb along your bottom lip before sucking it into your mouth and releasing it with a wet pop. "So, does that cover it? you asked. 

For a moment Dean had forgot what you were talking about, too busy basking in the after glow. He quickly cleared his throat as he tucked himself back into his jeans, "That should do it, ma'am. " he said. 

 You grabbed your dress from the hood, pulled it back on, and kissed him on the cheek, "See ya when you get home." you said, before turning to walk out, not giving him the chance to reply.

           Dean walked into your apartment around four that afternoon. "Babe." he called out.

 "Back here!" you yelled. 

The moment you left the shop earlier he decided that he was going to tell you everything that was going on. You deserved to know, and he absolutely hated lying to you. He went over everything he wanted to say all afternoon, and mentally prepared himself for every possible outcome. He found himself slowing down as he got to your door.

 "Everything ok?" you called out. 

He stopped in his tracks, his palms breaking out in a sweat. "No, I'm about to fuck everything up, and you are gonna hate me." he thought to himself.

 He poked his head into your bedroom door to see you sitting on the bed wearing one of his old t-shirts, completely wrapped up in the show were watching. "Yeah, just needed to talk to you real quick." he said. 

He watched as you patted the spot next to you on the bed, "Did something happen? No good usually comes from the hey I got to talk to you conversations." you said. 

 He swallowed the lump in his throat, and started to speak but nothing came out.  You looked up at Dean. He was sweating, and the color seemed to have drained from his face. "Hey,  you feeling ok? You look kind of sick." you said. 

 He forced himself to take a few more steps, and sit down on the edge of your bed. "Yeah, I'm fine. Guess I just didn't enough sleep last night." he said. 

 You nodded, "So.....what's up?" you asked. 

He sat for a moment staring at you, unable to form words. He quickly tried to memorize everything about your face. He opened his mouth to speak, but couldn't force the words out.

 "Oh, I uh, talked to Mom and Dad this afternoon. They stopped by the shop. They are having a party for their anniversary in a month, and they were wondering if you could cater it." He turned to face you, "I know you don't usually do that, but it's still a month away, so you have plenty of time to plan. I mean, it's going to be a pretty small thing I think, mostly just friends and family." He quickly rambled all of that out, and suddenly felt guilty at just how easy it was for him to lie to you.

 He wondered to himself when that had happened. He used to tell you everything, but now he felt like every time he talked to you he was feeding you another lie.  He tried telling himself that he would do it when the time was right, but how could the timing be right for something like this?

 "Sure, I could do that." you said. 

"Great. I know they will really appreciate it. I'll call them later and tell them that you will do it." he said. 

 He leaned back against your head board and thought for  a moment. Now he had to convince his parents to have a party for their anniversary, and to let you cater it,  all because he was too much of a damn coward to tell the truth. It seemed like every time he turned the corner he was digging himself into a deeper hole that he didn't know if he was going to be able to make it out of in one piece.         

[bittysvalentines]

Hug Me. Maybe. Marry Me. Be True

From: @doggernaut

To: @missweber

Hi, @missweber! I had so much fun coming up with this idea and trying to incorporate some of the prompts you suggested. I hope you enjoy it. Happy Valentine’s Day! 

Note: This was inspired by picking conversation hearts out of a bag at random.

Also posted to ao3.

HUG ME

“Jack and Maya sitting in a tree, K-I-S-S-I-N-G ...”

Jack Zimmermann’s face burned with shame. Even hidden in the tunnel, he could hear his classmates’ song. So what if his best friend was a girl? Maya was kind, and funny, and she had a nice dog that her mom brought to school every day when she came to walk Maya home. Jack wanted a dog, but Maman and Papa said they traveled too much to have a pet. Maya was also really good at hockey — she was one of the best players on his team. But today, during the Valentine’s Day party at school, Maya had given Jack a box of candy hearts. She hadn’t given anybody else candy hearts, and now everybody was calling them boyfriend and girlfriend.

“You want to marry Maya,” Toby had taunted. (Toby played goalie on a different hockey team. Toby was not very good at hockey.)

“Do you kiss after hockey practice?” Adam asked.

Elise began the chant, and soon a few other kids joined in: “Jack and Maya ...”

Jack was still upset when Maman asked him how his day was.

“Fine,” he muttered. He did not look at Maman, afraid she would take one look at his face and see that everything was not fine.

“You don’t sound fine,” Maman said, sitting down next to Jack on the floor where he was sorting the cards and candy he’d received in his Valentine mailbox at school. He had 23 cards, 3 pencils, 2 chocolate coins, 6 lollipops, and one box of candy hearts. He tossed the box to the side.

“What’s this?” Maman asked, picking it up. Jack hadn’t opened it, but it was a little smashed.

“Nothing,” Jack said quickly. “You can have it.”

“I remember these from when I was your age. Did Maya give these to you?” Maman asked, pointing out Maya’s carefully printed name on the back of the box. “It was very kind of her to give you such a nice gift. I hope you thanked her.”

Jack had not, in fact, thanked Maya. He had actually tried to shove the box back into her mailbox, but it had gotten stuck, which was why it was in such bad shape now.

“Jack,” Maman pressed, “did you thank Maya?”

“Is it okay for boys to be friends with girls?” Jack asked instead. “I thought Maya was my friend, but she gave me those —” he cast a withering look at the candy — “and now everybody says she’s my girlfriend. I don’t want to have a girlfriend. I don’t want to get married. I just want to play hockey with my friends.”

“Oh, Jack.” Maman began to rub small circles on his back. “You can be friends with whoever you want, boys or girls. It doesn’t mean you have to marry them. Maybe someday you will be friends with somebody and you’ll like them so much you want to get married, like me and Papa, but that won’t happen for a long time.”

“I want to play hockey,” Jack insisted.

“Well,” Maman said through a laugh, “you can do that too.” She shook a few of the candy hearts out into her palm. “I used to hand these out to all of my friends when I was your age,” she said. “Let’s see what we have here ... ‘Call Me,’ ‘Sugar,’ ‘Be True.’”

“What are those?” Jack asked.

“Just silly little sayings. Here’s another one: ‘Kiss Me.’ I’ll save that one for Papa.

Jack wrinkled his nose and took a heart out of the box. “‘Spicy,” he read, brows knit together in confusion.

“That’s another silly one,” Maman said. She noticed the look on her son’s face, still so serious and a little sad. “I was going to order pizza for dinner, but would you like to go to the diner that has the chicken tenders you like instead?”

Jack nodded. “Can we get milkshakes for dessert?” he asked.

“I think that can be arranged. What’s this one say?” she asked, turning over the heart in Jack’s palm.

“‘Hug me,’” Jack read out loud.

Maman pulled Jack close and wrapped her arms around him. Somehow, it was exactly what he needed.

MAYBE

Jack startled when he heard a knock on his door. It was Valentine’s Day, and though the team had just pulled off a great win, he knew most of the guys had gone out immediately afterward.

“Just a sec,” he called, sliding out of bed and padding to the door. Through the crack in the opening, he saw Bittle standing outside. “Hey, Bittle,” he said, opening it further.

“Oh, hey, Jack,” Bittle said, as if he was surprised to see Jack standing there. “I just, uh, wanted to apologize again, about everything that happened earlier with Shitty and the sign. And, uh —” he handed a small package to Jack — “you got some mail. It was on the kitchen counter.”

Jack took the package and smiled when he spotted the return address and Canadian postage. “It’s from my parents,” he said, sliding his thumb under the tape and prying it open. As he expected, the package contained a small box of candy conversation hearts. “Want one?” he asked, shaking a few into his own hand. He popped one — it said “Luv U” — into his mouth.

“Jack Zimmermann,” Bittle said, clearly delighted by something, “did your parents send you Valentine’s candy?”

“It’s tradition.” Maman had given him a box every year since second grade, when he’d come home crying about getting a similar box from a girl.

“I haven’t had those in years.”

“I kind of like them.” Jack chose a white one and handed it to Bittle. The white ones were the best.

“‘Tweet me.’ Very funny.”

“It’s perfect.” Jack couldn’t help the smile he felt splitting his face. More and more, lately, he found himself smiling in Bittle’s company. Though for the life of him, he couldn’t figure out why Bittle was here with him tonight, instead of out with everyone else. “Why aren’t you out with the guys?”

Bittle made a face. “It’s Valentine’s Day. Rans and Holster took March and April out for half-price beers and karaoke. Shitty and Lardo went to an anti-Valentine’s Day Valentine’s Day party with some of her friends. And Chowder and Cait, well, it’s their first Valentine’s Day together. I didn’t want to be the third wheel. Plus, I have some reading to finish up.”

“Do you want to be out tonight?” Jack wasn’t sure why he was asking, or why he cared. Because Bittle was his friend, he supposed. “If we hadn’t had a game tonight, is there anybody — ?”

“There’s nobody,” Bittle said quickly.

Something about that didn’t sit well with Jack. Bittle was cute, and funny, and would probably be a good boyfriend. It didn’t seem right that he didn’t have anybody to celebrate with. Then again, maybe Bittle didn’t want to date. Jack could relate. Since officially breaking things off with Camilla, he hadn’t been that interested in dating either. He had too many other important things to think about.

“Well,” Jack said, choosing another heart and dropping it into Bittle’s open palm. “Maybe next year.”

Bittle looked at the message in his hand and smiled a little wistfully. “Yeah,” he said. “Maybe.”

MARRY ME

Bitty was in the kitchen — no big surprise there — when Jack got home from his game. “What are these?” he asked, picking up a cupcake. A little candy heart sat atop a perfect swirl of pink frosting.

“They’re for my kids after practice tomorrow,” Bitty said. He placed a green heart on top of another cupcake. “If I have any leftovers I’ll save ‘em for you, but no sneaking any tonight.”

Jack chuckled “Is your strategy to get them all sugared up before practice? I guess it worked for you with those pumpkin lattes.”

Bitty bumped Jack with his hip and went back to his candy placement. “I’ll have you know, Mr. Zimmermann, that these are for after the game.”

“Lucky kids.” They were lucky to have Bitty as a coach, and not just because his cupcakes were, in Jack’s opinion, the best he’d ever tasted. Bitty hadn’t been sure, at first, when the manager of the peewee hockey league affiliated with the Falcs had approached him about coaching a team, but it turned out he was a natural. Not that Jack had ever doubted him. Jack had seen him lead SMH to a Frozen Four championship as captain, and he was Thirdy’s daughter’s favorite babysitter. As Jack had expected, Bitty had taken to coaching like a duck to water. His kids won some and they lost some, but he’d seen how much they’d grown in the short time Bitty had been working with them.

“And lucky me,” Jack added, leaning down to give Bitty a kiss on the cheek. “I get their leftovers.”

“If there are leftovers,” Bitty said, laughing. “I wouldn’t count on it.”

*

The next evening, when Jack let himself in after practice, he could hear the shower running. Which meant Bitty was home.  And  — he glanced at the kitchen counter — there was one cupcake sitting on a red and pink paper plate. He picked it up and did a double take when he glimpsed the message on the pink heart sitting atop the cake.

“Marry me.”

It couldn’t be what it implied, right? It was just a coincidence, the last cupcake left after all of Bittle’s kids had been served. It didn’t have to mean anything more than that. It certainly wasn’t — probably wasn’t, anyway — intended to be taken at face value.

They’d talked about marriage, of course, but Jack had always, in the back of his mind, thought he’d be the one to do it. It was all planned; he had the ring and he was going to it when they went to Madison in July.

“Honey?” Jack wasn’t sure how long he’d been standing in the middle of their kitchen, staring at the cupcake, but it must have been longer than he thought because Bitty was standing in front of him, towel wrapped around his waist. “You’re home early,” he said, eyes darting to Jack’s hands. “You’re not supposed to ... I was gonna ...” Bitty, for once, was at a loss for words.

“Bits, is this —” Jack held the cupcake out for Bitty to inspect. “I mean …” He shrugged. He was at a loss for words, too.

“I had it all planned!” Bitty blurted out. “You were supposed to get home later, and I was gonna be dressed and have some music playing ...”

“I think you look pretty good right now,” Jack said, sidestepping the fact that Bitty had almost-but-not-quite just proposed.

“Oh, you.” Bitty took the cupcake from Jack —” I was going to get down on one knee,  like this —“ he dropped to one knee and looked up at Jack, cupcake held toward him.

Jack laughed. “You’re so far away,” he chirped.

“Jack Zimmermann, are you calling me short right as I’m about to propose?” Bitty asked as he stood, one hand at his waist to prevent the towel from slipping off. He still hadn’t actually proposed, but Jack’s chirp had accomplished what he wanted, which was to bring Bitty close enough to gather in his arms.

“Yes,” he murmured.

Bitty swatted at his chest. “I haven’t asked you anything yet!”

”If you ask me, I’ll say yes.”

“Marry me.”

“Yes.”

BE TRUE

“Oh, honey,” Bitty gasped as Emily twirled in the living room. Her skirt flared out around her and sparkled as the spun. Jack was surprised their daughter had chosen such a feminine dress to wear to the Valentine’s Day dance — he was surprised she wanted to go at all, actually — but the striped knee socks and red Chuck Taylors gave it her own personal touch. Bitty had sighed when she’d insisted on wearing the shoes, but he’d later confessed to Jack that it was just fine if she wanted to wait a few years before buying her first pair of high heels.

“You just aren’t ready for her to be taller than you,” Jack had chirped.

“I’m not ready for her to not be our little girl,” Bitty had countered. Jack understood. He wasn’t ready, either.

“You look beautiful,” Jack said as Emily came to a stop and her skirt settled around her. “Let me take a picture before you leave.”

“Papa,” Emily whined, “Henry is going to be here any minute.”

“He can wait,” Bitty said. “Or, better yet, he can come in and take a picture with you. This is your first big dance, you’re not leaving this house without pictures.”

Jack captured Emily’s eye roll on camera. He also managed to get one of her smiling, and one of her with Bitty, who, Jack could tell, was trying not to cry. Then he set the timer and joined them for one last picture.

“Now can I go?”

“Hold on just a minute,” Jack said, reaching into his pocket. Maman still sent him a box of candy hearts every year, and though Bitty (and now Emily) still claimed they were inedible, Jack found them oddly comforting. He pulled out the heart he’d saved for Emily.

Predictably, she rolled her eyes as Jack pressed it into her hand. As a little girl, she’d loved reading each one with Jack and laughing at some of the more old fashioned or puzzling words and phrases, but now she pretended to be above such things. “Be true?” she read.

“Just, ah, you’re going to your first real dance with a boy, and I wanted to remind you that you don’t have to do anything you don’t want to do,” Jack said. This whole speech had sounded better in his head. “If you don’t want to dance, you don’t have to. And obviously, if you don’t want to kiss or —”

“Oh my god, Papa!” Emily yelled, pressing her hands to her ears. “I’m not going to have sex with him. I’m only fifteen.”

“I think what Papa is trying to remind you of,” Bitty interrupted, “is that you shouldn’t let anybody pressure you into doing things that make you uncomfortable. Tonight or ever.”

“Be true to yourself,” Jack finished.

Emily rolled her eyes again. Now that she was a teenager, she did that a lot. “I know, you guys. You’ve literally been telling me this since I was a baby. Can I go now?”

“We’ll walk you out,” Bitty said, putting an arm around her shoulder and guiding her out the door. Jack followed. They watched together as she ran to meet Henry, who got out of his mother’s van to meet her. The couple obligingly posed for one more photo, and Henry even shook their hands and thanked them for allowing him to take Emily to the dance.

“I like him,” Jack said as they walked back to the house together.

“She’s growing up.”

“Too fast,” Jack agreed. It seemed like just yesterday she’d been cautiously toddling between them on this same front porch. Now she was going on dates. Too soon, she would be going away to college, and then she might be coming home to tell them she was engaged. Which reminded Jack …

“You know what today is,” he said, hip checking Bittle.

“Of course I do. Speaking of, I did save a cupcake for you.” Bitty hadn’t coached since Emily had been in peewees, but he made cupcakes for his staff every Valentine’s Day. He always saved a few for their family to enjoy after dinner, which would be short one person tonight.

“We can have them when Em gets home.”

“Or,” Bitty said, raising an eyebrow, “we can have ours now. Why should she have all the fun? We’re old, not dead.”

Jack followed Bitty into the kitchen, confused, until he saw the two cupcakes Bitty had arranged on the kitchen table. He had clearly used a different candy heart supplier than Maman, Jack realized, as he read the messages atop each cupcake: “Cute Butt” and “Let’s Get Busy.”

“Bits,” Jack said, forgetting all about high school dances and cupcakes and everything that was not his husband. When he pressed him up against the counter and kissed him, it felt exactly like it had in their Providence kitchen so many years ago.

“Maybe let’s not get busy right here,” Bitty said. “I love you, but the last time we did this in the kitchen my back hurt for a week.”

Jack didn’t want to stop, but Bitty had a point. He scooped him up and threw him over his shoulder instead, because he could still do that, if he didn’t have to walk far. And their bedroom wasn’t that far away from the kitchen.

“Don’t you dare drop me on the bed,” Bitty warned through laughter, “or I’ll divorce you.”

“Good thing they don’t make a candy heart that says that.” Jack dropped Bitty on the bed and fell down next to him. “Be mine?”

Bitty curled closer, his nimble fingers already working to remove Jack’s belt. “Always.”

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Dawn - Part 9

Prologue | Part 1 | Part 2 | Part 3 | Part 4 | Part 5 | Part 6 | Part 7 | Part 8 | Part 8 | Alternate Ending I

Genre: angst, fluff

Pairing: Reader x Mingyu ; Reader x Junhui

Word Count: 3k

Summary: You find out you’re pregnant after you and your boyfriend break up.

You closed the last box you were packing for the night. In the end, you decided to move in with Mingyu. No one wanted you to but it was your decision to make. You didn’t want your daughter to grow up without her dad around. You didn’t want your daughter to grow up hating him for not being there for her. So, you were moving in with him and that was that.

Mingyu came in, wiping his hands on his shirt. “When should I have the movers come?”

“How about Saturday?”

Mingyu nodded and taped up the box. “Sounds good.” He took out his phone and handed it to you. “I rearranged the room a little. I pushed the bed against the wall to make more room. I was thinking the crib can go next to the dresser?”

You smiled. “Yeah. It just can’t be too big.”

“When she gets bigger we’ll move into a bigger place, of course.”

You leaned in, pressing your lips to his for a quick kiss. This brought a smile to Mingyu’s face. He said, “What was that for?”

You returned his smile. “No reason.”

He placed his hand on your stomach, gently caressing it. “I can’t wait to meet her.”

“About four more months…”

“I hope she’s just as beautiful as her mom.”

Blood rushed to your cheeks, making them hot. If he said anything else cute, your whole face would surely light up like Christmas tree lights. Your smile became wider.

Then Mingyu started laughing. “You’re blushing right now?”

You felt your cheek, self-conscious. “Shut up.”

You rolled over the next morning realizing with great horror that you’d overslept. You grabbed your phone, ready to complain about your phone’s alarm not doing it’s oh-so simple task of waking you up. But you quickly realized that you’d carelessly set the alarm to 7:30...in the evening.

With a sigh, you got out of bed. Much to your dismay, you saw that there was a brown bloodstain on your favorite sheets. Just as you went to grab the bottle of hydrogen peroxide, you realized that your panties were stained too. Annoyed, you grabbed a fresh pair of panties and a pad.

As you showered, you wondered if bleeding during pregnancy was normal. It wasn’t like you were oozing blood down there but you’d heard of women spotting during pregnancy; you’d googled things like that as soon as you found out you were pregnant.

After a shower, you got dressed quickly, careful to put a pad in your bag for later. You got to work, arriving around forty-five minutes late. You’d taken a taxi but, thanks to heavy traffic, you were still late. And what was worse was that you realized that taking the train would’ve gotten you to work sooner.

Pain flared up in your body. It’d been like this for the past couple hours. You hadn’t even eaten lunch because of cramps. You wondered if these were contractions, at first. But then you questioned it since, last you checked, your water hadn’t broken. Had it?

“If you’re like this, you should see your doctor,” your boss said, noticing you with your head on your desk later that day. She tapped on the desk with her freshly manicured fingernails. “Get out of here.”

Your boss was right. Why were you sitting at your desk being unproductive and in pain at the same time? You realized how ridiculous you were being. You gathered your things and called your doctor to tell her that you were coming in.

While you waited for your doctor, you tried not to jump to conclusions or look up your symptoms on the internet. You didn’t want to worry yourself. It’s just a small complication, you told yourself. Everything’s going to be fine. You got up to use the bathroom again and found that you were still bleeding a little. Was this normal?

When your doctor finally called you in, she asked if everything was okay.

“I woke up bleeding this morning.”

“A little spotting is normal.”

“Well yeah,” you said. “but I’m still bleeding.”

Your doctor raised her eyebrows in surprise. “How much have you bled?” She sat down at the computer and started typing away furiously, her high ponytail shaking as her eyes darted back and forth across the screen.

“It’s not a lot. It’s a brownish red right now.”

From the computer she nodded her head. “I’m going to check for the baby..”

You nodded and got up to change into the gown sitting on the examination table.

Your doctor continued asking a series of questions as you changed from behind the curtain. Anxiety rose from within you with each question.

“Did you notice any changes in your body this week?”

“Are you having any cramps?”

“How would you describe the cramps? Is it like a period cramp or worse?”

“How much have you bled?”

“Have you consumed any drugs or alcohol since we last met?”

You laid back on the examination table and put your legs up. And after a deep breath, your doctor inserted the transvaginal ultrasound device into you. She twirled it around inside of you, clicking and looking at the screen, and didn’t say anything. Your heart was beating fast with every second it was inside you. She usually talked to you during ultrasounds but this time she wasn’t talkative. You didn’t know if this news would be good or bad. And part of you didn’t want to know anything.

She removed it from inside you a few minutes later and handed you a fresh pad, saying that she’d let you get changed. And you did, heart filled with worry. You knew that something was wrong but you didn’t know what it could be. Were you going to have the baby early or something? Would you have to have a c-section? Was there an issue with the umbilical cord?

You sat in the chair, dressed in the clothes you came in, and awaited your doctor’s arrival. You grabbed the cup of water that she’d set out for you and drank with shaky hands.

Your doctor returned with papers in her hands and sat at her computer, spinning her chair toward you. She said, “There’s no easy way for me to tell you this but I couldn’t find the baby’s heartbeat…”

Your heart dropped and tears immediately came to your eyes. “What?”

“From your symptoms and the lack of a heartbeat, I’m sorry to tell you this...You’re having a miscarriage.”

“Wh-What did I do wrong? Why is this happening to me?”

“Many times, a miscarriage means that the baby can’t develop in the womb properly. In other words, maybe the baby might have some complication later.” She cleared her throat. “But I guarantee that you didn’t do anything wrong. Please don’t blame yourself. As a woman, I can understand how you feel. A lot of times pregnancies can end unexpectedly.” She handed you some of the brochures in her pile of papers. You took them in your hands. “I know that this will be a hard time for you. I’ve prepared some brochures for you and they include resources for therapy as well. Some women go to the therapy group. I don’t want you to feel lost. And these resources can be used for your boyfriend as well…”

The rest of the day was a blur for you. You went home afterward. You felt hungry but you couldn’t bring yourself to eat anything.

You lay on the couch, in the same place you laid when you found out you were pregnant. It was ironic. The tears you cried when you found out you were having a baby were now the tears of you losing your baby. Was this karma? Was this what you got for not wanting this baby in the beginning?

Mingyu put his phone down. Your phone was off; that wasn’t like you. If anything, you’d tell him your phone was dying before it died because that was the kind of person you were. So thoughtful.

You’d agreed to come over for dinner that night. He was planning on making you steak for dinner and he wasn’t sure if he should start making it yet. So he put the meat back in the fridge and decided to head over to your place.

He was worried. On the taxi ride there, he tried calling you again. When he was sent to voicemail yet again, he decided to call Michelle instead to see if she’d heard from you at all today.

She answered. “Hello?”

“Hey,” he said, “it’s Mingyu. I was wondering if you spoke to Y/N today?”

“I did earlier. She stopped texting me back around noon but I figured she was just busy at work. Why? Is there something wrong?”

“Her phone is off and she was supposed to come to my place for dinner.” He cleared his throat. “I’m heading over to her place now.”

“Okay,” she said. “I’ll try calling her too. But let me know if she’s there.”

“I will,” he said before ending the call.

The taxi stopped in front of your apartment building a few minutes later. He handed the driver some cash before heading inside, in the hopes that you were inside and okay. He walked up the stairs to the third floor and made his way to your door.

He rang first and, when there wasn’t a reply, attempted to call you again. When both of his attempts failed, he took it upon himself to just enter your code and at least see if you were there. He punched in the numbers and, like always, it opened.

And he saw you there, lying on the sofa. You were curled up in a ball. He rushed over to you, fear plaguing his heart. He got down on his hands and knees to find that your eyes were open. Your usual lively eyes were tear stained and puffy this time. He put his hand on your cheek.

“Y/N,” he said, his voice soft, “what’s wrong, baby? Talk to me…”

You sat up and shook your head. You couldn’t tell him what was wrong. You couldn’t break his heart like this. How could you tell the man that was so excited about having a girl that you weren’t going to be having a baby anymore? How could you tell him that this was all for nothing? That rebelling against his family was for nothing. That having you move in was for nothing.

You felt Mingyu’s eyes on you but you couldn’t look at him. You couldn’t look him in his eyes and tell him that your baby is dead.

You looked at him for a moment, taking in his pleasing eyes. “Please tell me something…”

“It’s...over.”

“What’s over?”

It was now or never. If you didn’t get the words out right now, they’d never come. And you supposed that you needed to accept this. You supposed that you’d have someone to mourn this loss with. Maybe it would make things easier for you, instead of carrying the burden on your own.

“The baby...I…”

His eyes widened. “What’s wrong? Is she okay?”

Your lips began to quiver. “She’s...she’s dead.”

Mingyu’s heart dropped. “No, no, no…this isn’t possible.”

“I went to the doctor,” you explained. “She said that there’s no heartbeat. I’m having a miscarriage…”

“What happened? What did you do?”

“What did I do? What’s that supposed to mean?”

“The baby was fine a couple days ago...What happened?”

“I don’t know...I just woke up bleeding this morning.”

“Did you eat something you weren’t supposed to?”

You shook your head. “I haven’t had any junk food or seafood or anything like that.”

Then Mingyu’s expression changed to something irrecognizable. The expression was that of disappointment, hurt, and anger. “What? Did you change your mind and not tell me? Did you do this on purpose so that you won’t have to go through the pregnancy?”

You stood up, hurt by his harsh questions. “Are you serious right now?”

Mingyu said nothing. So you took it upon yourself to keep this conversation going. “You think I want to have a miscarriage? This is traumatizing, Mingyu. Do you have any idea what this is like for me? You think I would purposely do this? You think I would purposely sabotage my pregnancy so I have a miscarriage?” You were starting to get so frustrated, you started crying. “What…what kind of person do you think I am?”

And, with that, Mingyu burst out in tears for the first time you’d seen in a long time; the other time being a time you drunkenly tried to break up with him after a fight. He held you in his arms and begged you not to leave. You hadn’t meant it then and apologized for everything in the morning. But now here he was before you, just as vulnerable as he was then.

Right now, Mingyu was still quiet. He hadn’t said anything since accusing you of things. You couldn’t believe he was blaming you for this. You had done everything the doctors told you to. You took prenatal vitamins, you avoided lifting anything heavy, and you ate your fruits and vegetables.

You did everything that you were supposed to do for someone who was going to have a baby. So why was this happening? Why was your baby girl dead? Tears started falling from your own eyes this time. She was supposed to be inside you, growing and kicking around every now and then. She was supposed to be here in the summer and now, the arrival of spring felt even colder. Four more months. She was supposed to stay inside of you for four more months but, instead, it ended up like this.

Mingyu wipes his tears with the back of his hand. “I…”

“Don’t.”

“I’m sorry for what I said earlier…” Even if he was sorry, those words still cut you like a knife. “I was just upset. It’s just hard to accept this…”

Mingyu’s expression was softer. He didn’t seem angry anymore. But you couldn’t control your anger, so you said, “This is your fault.” Mingyu’s lips parted. “This wouldn’t have happened if you hadn’t been so fucking selfish. If you hadn’t gotten me pregnant in the first place this wouldn’t have happened!”

Mingyu’s heart dropped. He’d said mean things to you and now your words were laced with venom. But you had a point. If things hadn’t gone the way they had that night, you probably wouldn’t have gotten pregnant and maybe he wouldn’t have broken up with you that night. Maybe you would’ve stayed together. Maybe he would’ve tried harder. Either way, you wouldn’t be going through a miscarriage now if it hadn’t been for him being selfish and thinking of himself before you.

Maybe this was his karma. Maybe this was what he would have to suffer after hurting you like he had and not treating you the way you deserved to be treated.

“Get out,” you said. “I don’t want to see your face.”

“Y/N, please…”

“There’s no reason for any of this anymore.”

He took your hands in his. “Baby, please calm down. You’re just upset.”

You started crying harder and he held you close to him, wrapping his arms around you tightly so that you couldn’t escape from him. You squirmed and tried to hit him. But he wouldn’t let you go.

“Let me go!” you shouted.

And then, “I hate you, Mingyu!”

He tried not to let those words hurt him. He couldn’t believe that you meant the things you were saying. Instead, Mingyu kissed your forehead and ran his fingers through your hair. He kissed your temples and whispered how sorry he is and that he loves you. You eventually gave up and your body went limp in his arms.

He carried you to the bed and laid you down. He kissed your forehead and told you to rest. Mingyu went into the kitchen to make you something to eat; he figured you probably hadn’t eaten anything. So he put some leftover rice to the side. He took out some vegetables he’d cut up for you the other day and started to fry them in the pan.

From the bedroom, you smelled the food. Your stomach grumbled in retaliation. You were hungry but you’d lost the will to eat anything once you found out that you wouldn’t be giving birth to a healthy baby girl.

The worst part of all of this was that you didn’t know why it had happened. Miscarriages were usually caused by unknown factors, your doctor insisted. But you wanted to know why this was happening to you. You wanted to know where things went wrong. But you wouldn’t know. You’d never know and it was killing you.

A few minutes later, Mingyu brought you a bowl of rice, veggies, and a fried egg. He held the bowl out in front of you until you finally took it from him. You started eating slowly.

While you ate, Mingyu had a chance to think. He couldn’t believe this. Everything was perfect just a few days ago. The baby was healthy, you decided you’d move in with him, and you were back together. Why now? Why was it all falling apart now?

Mingyu’s thoughts went back to his father. His father would probably be thrilled that this happened. He’d be relieved that no one would talk about his son having a baby so young.

You’d both lost the baby and, in a way, you’d lost each other; the baby being one of the main reasons you’d come back together in the first place. Soon enough, the thought of losing you brought warm, salty tears to his eyes. The tears escaped, rolling down his cheeks slowly, as if time was running out.

Mingyu heard the fork hit the bowl. You let out a sigh from behind him. “Let’s break up...”

And, just like that, it was over and he knew in his heart that this was karma’s way of taking him down and breaking him into pieces.

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strong | Shawn Mendes

Synopsis: Shawn having a talk with his premie daughter in the NICU.

A/N:  I have been trying to think of some sort of way to re-enter the world of writing about Shawn as I took a long hiatus (writer’s block and lack of motivation) and only just finally decided upon an idea of dad!Shawn to welcome myself back.

Word count: 1,538

 She was puny and red under the harsh fluorescent lights, fists barely the size of two of his fingertips and covered in wires that monitored her everything; white tape across her upper lip to hold a breathing tube in place up her little button nose. Her mouth was slightly parted, a slight frown on her face as she turned her head away from him, causing her hat to fall out of place on her head as it was way too big yet for her -- with a small smile, Shawn reached into one of the holes designed for arms to go in and out of, the closest to contact he had yet come with his daughter as he adjusted her hat back onto her head, his index finger lightly brushing her right cheek. Everything was too big for her yet. She looked preposterously small in the heated incubator, surrounded by hospital blankets that kept her in place, directly in the middle of the machine that was one among probably a hundred others; some occupied, a few he had noticed on his way in the very first time. But none of them were nearly as tiny as the little girl whose legs kicked around, eyes still closed as he carefully found one of her hands, holding it between his fingers, careful not to hurt her.

 She was fragile, Christ, was she ever. Both of them knew what to expect when they found out there was no postponing this, no way of getting her just to stay put for a little while longer when the doctor had finally come in and checked his girlfriend over, his face saying everything without words. She would be seven weeks early. Shawn had immediately started to think about how small she would be, would she fit her clothes back home? They never expected her to be this early and had bought for 0-3 months, some even 3-6 months so she could grow into them and when his eyes landed on her for the very first time, he knew it would be a long time until she could fit anything that they had gotten her; any of the clothes that were neatly placed away in her drawers. Shawn had lingered on the sight of little Gianna’s going home outfit that had been packed in the baby bag, holding it and looking at it as he pondered every possible question and scenario, wondering how his little girl was doing while his girlfriend slept; still hooked up to an IV drip, exhausted and worn from hours of sobbing and distraught cries, asking if Gianna was okay, what was going on, blaming herself like she had done something wrong. Like she could have prevented this somehow.

 They had allowed (Y/N) a few minutes to hold her after much consideration, her skin still pink and tiny as she laid against her chest, toes wiggling and little fists un-clenching and clenching with her eyes still closed. The time had gone by too quick and then she was being whisked away, leaving the two teenagers to stress over her well being and watch from a distance, leaving her in a bunch of stranger’s hands while nurses played messenger. Shawn, despite being exhausted, had remained awake long after (Y/N) had fallen asleep, tired out from all the crying and the long, grueling day today had turned into. He had waited to pull out the little wool outfit that consisted of brown leggings with hearts all over them and a wool sweater and a matching brown hat that his mother had bought them for her during the tiny spontaneous baby shower (Y/N)’s friends had thrown for them just a week earlier; head tilted and sighing.

 He had sat there like that a few hours longer, waiting until seven while (Y/N) was still asleep to go get himself a coffee from the cafeteria before making his way to the NICU; tired eyes and soft smiles as he bid good morning to doctors and nurses, other hospital staff, as he left his coffee on a table near the door and sanitizing his hands. He’d had to be shown to her bed, having never seen her yet, realizing much less had he not even held her -- he’d been too scared when they’d offered her to him before she was taken away, afraid he would mishandle her, hurt her because of how much bigger he was to her. He could easily just hold her in her hands and she would perfectly fit. It had sank in how real this was when he had held his hand over her, her body just a bit longer than his hand, skinny limbs and unable to breathe on her own yet.

 The smile was wiped from his face immediately by the realization, sitting back in his chair with a blank, glazed over look as he watched her, the room quiet aside from the beeping of monitors throughout the room that hung over each of the beds for each infant.The comments from the nurse earlier, explaining how she was doing had kind of gone in one ear and out the other because he just wanted to see his daughter, judge for himself how well she was because he was so desperate to say she was fine so they could just go home, he really hadn’t realized… it was about more than just her physical being. She wasn’t in the worst condition but it was an unpredictable case because things could go south in seconds, and the best place, despite his want to be selfish, for her to be was right there. In that bed.

 Shawn let out a soft, short laugh suddenly. “You...incredible, strong being you…” He said in a quiet voice, his exhaustion weighing heavy on his shoulder. “You are quite the wonder. The nurse said yesterday was rough for you. Had to have a lot of shots, said you stopped breathing a couple times but you came screaming back to life every time. Your mom and I have been worrying about you all night.” He tiredly rambled, reaching in hesitantly to find her left hand; tiny fingers grasping weakly and twitching around the digit.

 “You were quite the surprise, you know.” He admitted, head tilting left and eyes still on Gianna. “Your mom got sick right all over my brand new shoes during tour and we just had this funny little feeling, you know...maybe it was you. Maybe you were in there. We didn’t know for sure because I was on tour and there just wasn’t many opportunities to go to the doctor’s or grab a test, but over time, it became obvious. I might have been a mess in ways and super naive before but the minute we found out about you, your mum whooped me into shape. Straightened me out.” He said, recalling the memory with a soft laugh.

 “She’s a strong woman, your mom, you know. I bet you know that already though. Probably better than anybody because I mean, she made you, like she carried you and gave birth to you all on her own. She’s always been tough.” He said, shaking his head and slipping his hand out of her grasp to gently stroke her cheek with the pad of his thumb. “You got that from her obviously. Your strength. It’s incredible, you’re barely a day old and you’ve already inherited her strength and done some pretty big things. And look, if you’re scared, because they told us you may have to have some surgery to help you out...I’m scared too, but you gotta be strong for us both. Just this one time, because once you go in there, I can’t do anything for you. I’ll be stuck in the waiting room worrying and losing my mind so you need to be strong.” He quietly said, sighing.

 “You can’t understand me I realize, not yet.” He said, laughing stiffly at himself. “Still. We’re gonna need you to come right back out, alive and well, you gotta promise me. Your mother especially is going to need you, she can’t put up with me forever on her own, she needs more common sense at home. You just gotta promise you’ll come right back out, just as you are -- maybe a little better, maybe stronger. And even if it gets really scary in there, you have to...and know that when you come out, you’ll have someone right outside those doors who loves you. Me and mom will be here waiting for you.” He finished, going silent and swallowing thickly, leaning back in his chair and taking his hand back. With a yawn, he sighed and stood.

 “Should probably get back to your mom, she’s probably up now and I should try and get some sleep too.” He said, hand resting on top of the incubator and inhaling deeply, deeply sighing. “I’ll be back later, both of us maybe. Love you, little bear.” He softly said, hesitating before he turned to retrieve his coffee from the table and exit, bumping into other entering parents who were arriving to visit their own kids, nodding them a ‘good morning’ on his way out.

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Broken Like Me (Part 20) - Never Broken

Summary: Dean and the reader have a quiet Saturday morning where the pair heal some old scars...

Masterlist

Pairing: Model!Dean x reader

Word Count: 2,000ish

Warnings: language

Two Weeks Later

You cocked your head as you stared at yourself in the mirror, Dean chuckling behind you as he walked out of the shower.

“What? Do you miss it?” asked Dean, trailing a finger across your forehead.

“No,” you said, not even able to tell there’d ever been a mark there. “S’just weird not seeing it anymore.”

“What about the rest of you?” he asked, trailing his finger over the scars you’d decided to leave.

“If people got a problem with the way I look, that’s their problem, not mine,” you said, smiling in the mirror at him. “Besides, I’ve been told guys dig scars. Especially this really cute one.”

“Oh, really? How cute is he?” asked Dean, resting his chin on your shoulder.

“Like, super cute,” you said.

“Like, super cute?” asked Dean, making his voice higher, wrapping his arms around you when you started to giggle. “I do have one question for you though, honey.”

“I saved up for them all,” you said, Dean nodding. “But I only got rid of the couple. I know.”

“Why?” he asked.

“Because you don’t care and you never have. I don’t care. I am pretty and these scars are just like the other ‘flaws’ I have like freckles or moles or that my legs are little bit more pale than the rest of my body. Who cares? If someone else does, it’s on them, not me. I like me,” you said, turning your head.

“I love you,” he said, giving you a hug.

“I love you too,” you said, kissing his cheek.

“I still get to see you in your fox hat though, right?” he asked. You laughed and nodded, returning to getting ready for the day.

You didn’t have any big plans for the September day apart from having Dean’s family and some other people over for a bonfire and cookout. You bought everything you needed earlier in the week and Dean had already chopped up some firewood the day before.

“Hey,” said Dean when you were sipping on your morning coffee, grabbing your hand. You followed him to your backyard, taking a seat on your padded bench on the deck, kicking your feet up on the railing, looking at the tidy yard with most of the trees already starting to turn pretty yellows and oranges.

“You got something on your mind,” you said. “Was it about what happened this morning?”

“Would you marry me?” he asked. He had a soft smile on his face, arm around your shoulders, his heart surely beating out of his chest. “I’ve sort of been hopelessly in love with you for a long time and I never came up with a good enough speech so I figured what the hell, I’ll just ask.”

“Yes,” you said, resting your head on his shoulder with a smile, staring up at him. Dean nodded and gave you a smile back, leaning over to give you a short kiss.

“Well if I’d known it was that easy, I would have asked months ago,” he said, resting his head on top of yours.

“You really have always thought I was beautiful, haven’t you?” you asked.

“I knew I was in trouble the second I saw you,” he said. “I thought it was a crush and then it started to turn into something else and I’m so glad you gave me a chance.”

“Me too,” you said, lacing your fingers together with his in your lap. “You helped fixed everything that was broken.”

“See, that’s the funny thing. I never thought you were broken. You never thought I was. Together, I think we finally figured out how to help each other. We aren’t perfect but bad days aren’t so bad anymore,” he said. You hummed, taking a deep breath as you felt a warm fall breeze drift across your face.

“I love you,” you said quietly, his fingers dancing along your arm.

“I love you. So, so much.”

“So,” said Sam, wearing a shit-eating grin that night, sipping on a beer in the backyard. “I hear you two had a nice morning. As your soon to be brother-in-law, it’s officially my job to tease the shit out of you.”

“You do that now, jerk,” you said, whacking his arm, Sam chuckling as he handed you a beer, leaning back against the railing while Dean talked to a few people around the fire. “How long was he planning this?”

“Since your Europe trip,” said Sam. “He said something like he always knew you were the one but that confirmed it for him.”

“Confirmed it?” you said.

“Dean,” said Sam with a small laugh. “He didn’t want to ask unless he knew he was the one for you too.”

“Seriously?” you asked.

“You know Dean. He never thought he deserved you,” said Sam, giving Dean a smile across the yard, Dean cocking his head at both of you. “Totally a good thing you said yes since Carla flew all the way out here.”

“I should have realized he was up to something when he invited the entire family over for a party...plus my parents,” you said. “I don’t know if they’ll show. Last I talked to them, they were in Florida.”

“Of course we showed,” you heard behind you. You spun around, your dad in jeans and a flannel, your head tilting at the strange sight. Your mom didn’t have a speck of makeup on, wearing her own flannel and some black jeans. They set down a cooler near some of the others, your dad holding a bag of chips. “We brought snacks too.”

“You guys are...not dressed up,” you said, looking them up and down. “And you brought...beer.”

“Well, Dean did say it was BYOB which we didn’t understand so thankfully he explained it to us,” he said.

“We got you a little engagement present. Just a new mixer. You said your old one was breaking on you last time we talked,” said your mom, putting her hands on her hips. “We left it in the kitchen. The house looks cute. I like that painting you have by the door of the wolf and fox.”

“You actually came,” you said, both of them nodding as Dean walked over, Sam taking his cue to leave.

“Glad you guys could make it,” said Dean, taking hold of your hand. “It means a lot to both of us.”

“Well, your daughter only gets engaged once...hopefully,” said your dad with a nervous laugh.

“I went and talked to your parents awhile ago,” said Dean.

“You asked permission?” you asked, Dean nodding.

“I know Dean and I got off on the wrong foot,” said your dad. “But your mom and I got in touch with Dr. Bram not long after we saw you in England and he helped us find someone for us to go and talk to. When Dean called up and asked to talk a few months ago...by then I could see he was only protecting you back in that cafe.”

“We know it’s still strange but...your dad and I are done with traveling for a while. We got a new place in Kansas City so we’re forty minutes away. We want to see you more often,” said your mom.

“Yeah, that’s...I’d like that,” you said with a nod.

“Good,” she said, looking at your father. “Come on, we have to meet our in-laws at some point.”

“We’re gonna go be somewhere else, have fun!” said Dean, dragging you off, laughing when he looked back over his shoulder. “Sorry but I do not want to be part of that awkward conversation.”

“No, please, get us away from those four,” you said with a laugh, walking around the front of the house, nearly crashing into someone walking in through the back gate. “Sorry, I...Dr. Bram?”

“Hi,” he said, giving you and Dean each a smile, the man so strange looking out of his normal suit. “Party’s in the back I assume?”

“Yeah,” said Dean, Dr. Bram nodding. “To be honest, I didn’t think you’d come.”

“Eh, normally I wouldn’t but I haven’t seen either of you for quite a while and this is strictly a friend visit. Didn’t I say something about you two turning out just fine without me?” he said, dragging a cooler behind him.

You raised an eyebrow as he walked into the backyard, Dean still laughing as he pulled you around and in through the front of the house. You followed him upstairs and to your room, Dean walking over to your fox and wolf, picking up the boxes at their feet.

“I thought maybe tonight would be a good night to look at these,” said Dean. You took the light blue one from him, Dean watching you.

“How old were you when you wrote this?” you asked, tugging off the blue ribbon.

“I think I was seven. I was old enough to write but that’s about all I can remember,” he said. You smiled as you peeled off the lid, turning away from Dean so he couldn’t read it.

I hope I’m wanted.

You put the box down and slammed the lid back on it, closing your eyes.

“What? I draw a silly picture or something?” he asked.

“No,” you breathed out. You shook your head a few times, biting your bottom lip. You crawled over and gave him a hug, Dean running a hand up and down your back.

“You’re scaring me, Y/N,” he said.

“Don’t be,” you said, moving your fingers through his hair, Dean leaning into the touch. “Because what you wrote down, I know you know that you are. It just hurt to see that you felt that way.”

“I guess I should look at yours now,” he said. You nodded, remembering what you wrote but still moving back for Dean to have privacy. You saw his shoulders slump and he moved the box to the side, turning to you with a smile.

“So…” you said with a shrug, Dean pulling you into his lap. “What do you think?”

“‘I hope he doesn’t think I’m too broken,’” said Dean, resting his forehead against yours.

“You never did,” you said, Dean nodding his head, pressing his lips to yours. “You hoped you were wanted.”

“I am,” he said, leaning back to look at you. “So are you.”

“I know,” you said, leaning in for a kiss. You could hear a loud laugh outside, more people arriving from the sounds of it.

“We should probably get back to our party,” said Dean, not moving an inch.

“Yeah, definitely,” you said, throwing your arms around his shoulders. Dean leaned up and kissed your forehead, lingering his lips there. “In a minute.”

“In a minute,” he said quietly, some music from outside drifting into the house.

“Would you dance with me?” you asked, Dean humming. You stood up and backed away from the bed, Dean twirling you around the room for a moment before pulling you into his chest.

“I get to spend the rest of my life with you,” he said, rocking you both back and forth.

“I can’t wait,” you said, Dean smiling back at you.

“Me either, sweetheart. Me either.”

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