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moldisgoodforyou · 3 years ago

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Rafe found Colin the next morning, lanky limbs sprawled out on the couch with a blanket haphazardly tossed on top of him, his arm hanging off the edge of the couch as he slept. “Yo.”

“Mmph.” Colin grumbled in reply, stirring. He blinked a few times as he realized Rafe was standing in front of him, looking confused. “Hey.”

“Hey. You got kicked out?”

“James and Julia, they…” Colin trailed off, gesturing toward their rooms. “So I let Allie have my bed, and I’m out here.” A small scowl settled onto his face as a wide grin grew on Rafe’s. “Shut up.”

“I didn’t say a thing.” Rafe laughed. “You are down bad, brother. Down bad.”

“Do not breathe a word of this to anyone, or I’ll tell Sophie you’ve been pining after her since high school.” Colin sat up, stretching. “I mean it.”

“Oh, she already knew that.” Rafe shook his head, grinning. “But don’t worry. Secret’s safe with me. You think Allie will remember? Did anything happen?”

“Nothing. Literally nothing.” Colin shrugged. “Does Sophie know about Julia and James?”

“What about us?” Julia asked, James and Allie trailing right behind her as they came down the hall for breakfast. “That we fucked?”

Rafe winced. “Can you not?”

“She doesn’t know?”

“No. And I’d like to keep it that way.” Rafe pointed at everyone, serious. “If any of you tell before we leave tomorrow, I’ll strangle you and leave your body here. I swear.”

“Dibs on telling her when we leave.” Colin said quickly, grinning.

“Be my guest.” James shrugged.

“Okay. Now. You two need to promise to not hook up again, I swear, you’re aging me by years. I’m tired of navigating your sex lives and you both know you’re not good together.” Rafe instructed, arms crossed.

“That’s fair.” Julia nodded, turning to shake hands with James. He nodded too, shaking her hand then kissed the back of her hand just to make her grin. She rolled her eyes, tugging her hand away.

“Thank you. Now. Breakfast?” Rafe gestured toward the kitchen.

“Where’s Sophie?” Allie yawned, stretching as she followed them all in.

“Definitely hungover and she was definitely drooling on the pillow.” He smiled fondly as Sophie came into the kitchen, hair in a messy bun and pillow marks still pressed into her cheek. “Morning, sleeping beauty!”

“You talkin shit on me?” She asked, leaning into his side as he looped his arm around her.

“He said you looked like shit.” James grinned. “He was right.”

“Shut the fuck up, James, I’m still mad at you -”

“Just because your boyfriend prefers my kisses -” He stepped around the kitchen counter, trying to avoid as she came closer.

“Oh my god! I forgot about that! I can’t believe you -”

“Look, he technically kissed me first -“ James gasped, looking way too delighted with himself. “Oh my god! Sophie! We’re spit sisters!”

As she grabbed the wooden spoon from off the counter, Rafe plucked it out of her hand from behind just as quickly. “Whoa! Hey. Can you two please be civil? James, stop antagonizing. Soph, quit arguing with someone that isn’t me.”

Colin wrinkled his nose. “Really? That makes you jealous?”

“It’s our thing.” He frowned, pulling Sophie into his arms again from behind, satisfied when she leaned back against him.

She tilted her head up to catch her lips on the underside of his jaw. “You’re too possessive.”

“Bold of you to talk.” Julia snorted.

“Whatever. What’d I miss?”

Everyone shared a look, Rafe glaring at everyone behind Sophie’s back, until Allie shook her head. “Nothing, we all just woke up too. I think we should go surfing today, it’s our last full day.”

“Only you three can surf.” Julia replied, pointing at Allie and Rafe and Sophie.

“We can teach you.” Rafe suggested, only for Sophie to snort.

“You can’t surf for shit, Rafe.”

“Excuse me?”

“You’re excused. I haven’t gone in years, but yeah, we can try.” Sophie pulled out her phone, starting to google board rentals until Rafe poked her in the side.

“I know how to surf.”

“Okay, so your concussion sophomore year of high school wasn’t from a wipeout? Because I’m pretty sure I can still find the video on YouTube, actually, thanks to Wheezie uploading it -”

“Hey, Sophie, no -” He grabbed at her phone, scrambling to get it away, but she just tossed it to James who caught it easily with a grin and pulled up the Youtube app immediately.

“Is it saved? Under...oh, here.” He laughed as Rafe struggled against Sophie’s arms.

“Everyone knows Kooks can’t surf, baby.” She murmured to him, grinning when he scowled and bumped his forehead against hers.

“What’s a Kook?” Colin asked.

“The kind of people Rafe grew up with.” Sophie let him go, moving to his side.

“Didn’t you grow up with them too?”

She laughed, shaking her head right away. “Ha. No. I only went to school with them starting in eighth grade. I’m not...no. That’s not me.”

“It’s not a bad thing.” Rafe interjected, careful. He’d never directly told James and Colin about the environment he grew up in, but they picked up on a lot of things - they didn’t have to go through etiquette classes, or own mansions or attend literal balls every year. He also hadn’t told them about how Sophie wasn’t like that at all, figuring if she wanted to share more, then she could do so on her own terms.

“So you’re a pog?” James cocked his head and Rafe winced, hating the direction the conversation was going in.

“Um...it’s pogue, but no? Not quite?” Sophie answered with a shrug. She’d never found herself fitting in with the rest of the kids on the Cut, especially once she started going to the private academy, but then again, the kooks weren’t exactly her world either. She lived in a weird in-between, working side by side through high school with the pogues, serving all the kook kids, then partying with the kooks on the weekend. It was a strange balance. “I don’t know, it’s hard to explain.”

“I thought there were just two. Rafe, when we came to visit summer after freshman year, didn’t your dad say that we needed to stay away from that one side of the island with the pogues -”

“I don’t remember.” Rafe interrupted quickly, then spared a glance at Sophie and hated the way her face fell. “I don’t think he said that. Can we figure out what to do today?”

Oblivious as ever, Colin furrowed his brow. “No, I think I remember that too, he was joking a lot about it -”

“He wasn’t joking.” Sophie muttered, suddenly sullen as she felt a pit form in her stomach.

“It doesn’t matter.” Rafe replied, firm, and shot both the boys a pointed look.

Julia and Allie had been subjected to Sophie’s worries about money and fitting in with Rafe time and time again, and knew exactly how she felt at the moment. Allie took Sophie’s phone back from James, pulled up the browser, and cleared her throat. “Alright. Three board rentals for $30, I figure we can all pair off? Pick them up at eleven so we have time to eat breakfast?”

“Yeah, I’m starving.” Julia chimed in, slipping past Sophie and squeezed her shoulders in a reassuring gesture before opening the fridge. “James, can we do omelets again? Colin, you’re on toast duty?”

“But I -”

“Colin.” Julia sent him a glare and threw the loaf of bread toward him, narrowly missing his head. “Toast.”

“She gets one embroidered apron in a PR package and suddenly she’s queen of the kitchen.” James quipped, bumping Rafe out of the way with his hip and pulled out the pan, spatula, and whisk, prepared.

“Exactly, I’m glad you understand.” Julia grinned.

Rafe moved closer to Sophie’s side, leaning down to murmur in her ear. “You good?”

“M’ fine.”

He rolled his eyes and took her hand, pulling her out of the kitchen and down the hall to the foyer. “Soph. Talk to me.”

“I said, I’m fine -”

“And I know damn well that means you’re not actually fine -”

She huffed and caught a glimpse of the giant chandelier behind him as she looked up to meet his gaze, and was finding it harder and harder to conceptualize the place as his house rather than just a vacation home of a friend’s. “You haven’t told the boys about The Cut? Pogues, kooks, all that? That I’m not like you?”

“Of course not, Sophie, that doesn’t matter to me.” He frowned, taking both her hands in his. “Besides, I didn’t think it was my place to share.”

“Oh.” She sighed, stepping forward and dropping her head to his chest. “Sorry, I just - I’m trying to be chill.”

“You have been. We’ve been good.” He nudged her chin up, catching her eye. “Haven’t we?”

“Yeah, yeah, just - I took a wrong turn this morning, found myself down some hallway and in some office, and there was this giant painted portrait of your family behind the desk, and -” She forced herself to take a breath. “It’s a lot. You looked like fucking royalty.”

He nodded slowly in understanding. “Oh. Yeah. That’s my dad’s office, uh...there’s a reason I didn’t give everyone the full house tour.” He rubbed the back of his neck, giving her a sheepish smile. “The guys would give me so much shit for that.”

“You’re not, like...embarrassed of me, right? Like how I grew up?” She asked before she could think, uneasy as her stomach twisted in knots.

“Sophie.” He frowned, stroking his thumb over her cheekbone. “You really have to ask that?”

“No, sorry, no. I know you’re not. Just - agh.” She screwed up her face in concentration, frustrated. “It’s me. I’m sorry.”

“Just try not to stress so much about it, okay? You’re the only one worried about it.”

“Oh, that’s easy. Thanks, Rafe, I’m cured.”

He rolled his eyes and pushed at her shoulder gently, making her smile a little. “I want you to be comfortable with me, angel.”

“I am!” She flexed her hands, frustrated. “That’s the thing. I am, with you. Not...you.”

He furrowed his brow. “Now I’m confused.”

“I don’t know how to explain it.”

James rounded the corner, yelling out before he reached them. “Yo! You two done making out yet?”

Sophie sent Rafe an exasperated look before crossing her arms, turning to James. “We weren’t -”

“Yeah, yeah, I don’t care. C’mon, your breakfast is ready and I know Rafe throws up if he has to eat cold eggs.”

“It was one time -”

“One time is enough.” James shuddered, thinking back to freshman year. Rafe had gotten a little too cocky with the pledge masters during their hazing and was forced to eat five cold scrambled eggs in front of the whole pledge class, after he’d already had his fair share of alcohol to drink, and it didn’t end well. He extended his hand to Sophie, grinning. “Sophie, doll, breakfast awaits.”

“I hate you.” She replied with a straight face, but took his hand anyway and let him pull her back to the kitchen.

He laughed, glancing back at Rafe following them and winked at him before kissing the top of Sophie’s head. “Love you too. I need a wingman tonight at the bars, you got me?”

“I thought that was Colin’s position.” She shoved him away, taking her plate and sitting at the bar with the rest of the group.

“Yeah, well, Allie’s the only one that’s been getting some this entire trip, so -”

“But -” Colin started, only for Julia to stomp on his foot under the table, hard. She forced a grin, thankful Sophie was oblivious.

Sophie furrowed her brow but nodded, pouring herself a glass of juice. “Yeah. I got you.”

“Excellent. You know what, everyone should get laid tonight. If they want to.” James declared, shooting a meaningful glance at Colin.

“If you lay a finger on Julia again, I’m cutting off your balls in the middle of the night.” Sophie replied calmly, staring James down over the top of her glass as she took a sip.

Julia pretended not to hear, keeping her eyes intently trained on her plate. She’d considered Sophie’s feelings for the briefest of seconds last night, but then James was kissing down her neck and his fingers were slipping under the waistband of her shorts and - yeah. It may have slipped her mind. She was a little preoccupied.

“Sophie.” Rafe reprimanded, affronted. “Be nice.”

“Yeah, be nice or you’ll be the only one not getting some tonight.” James teased, smirking when Sophie gave him the death glare across the table.

“Jesus Christ, you guys fight like siblings.” Allie mumbled, rolling her eyes. “Let it go already.”

“Thank you.” Rafe affirmed, shaking his head. “I need everyone to be packed tonight, we’ll need to be on the plane tomorrow by 9am.”

“I thought the beauty of having your own plane meant we didn’t have a schedule.” Colin asked.

“...No. You can’t just fly it whenever, you have to tell people. And my dad needs it later tonight, he’s going to New York.”

“I didn’t realize he went there that often. That’s kind of nice though, right? You’ll be able to see him more when you and Sophie move?” Julia asked unknowingly. Sophie had told both the girls that Ward was an asshole, but didn’t say much more, just that Rafe still worked for him a lot. (She figured anything more was Rafe’s business and he could tell them if he wanted.)

Everyone else stayed quiet and Sophie froze, halfway to shoveling a forkful of omelet into her mouth. Rafe was stiff and his smile was forced as he nodded, not daring to look in Sophie’s direction. “Yeah. He does business there sometimes, so. I’ll see him around.”

James pushed away from the table, making everyone wince as the chair squeaked against the floor. “Okay, I’ll dry if someone else washes the dishes. Then I vote we hang out at the beach, last chance before we get to go back to Ohio - and I’m pretty sure it’s only forty-five degrees today back home.”

Julia looked around, confused at the abrupt topic change, and mouthed to Allie - did I say something wrong? - only for Allie to shake her head surreptitiously, glancing toward Sophie.

“Beach sounds good.” Colin nodded, standing and taking everyone’s plates to the sink. “Allie, can you confirm those board rentals?”

“Yeah, I got them.” She stood too, getting up to help with the dishes.

Julia frowned, lowering her voice so only Rafe and Sophie could hear. “Rafe, I didn’t mean to -”

“No, it’s cool. Don’t worry about it.” Rafe shrugged it off easily. “Seriously.”

Sophie exhaled, nudging her knee against Rafe’s under the table before she got up and pressed a kiss to the top of his head, then ruffled his hair. “Love you.” She murmured as she grabbed his plate.

He smiled back, tugging gently at the hem of her (his) t-shirt before she busied herself in the kitchen with the rest of the group.

Julia watched the exchange with a furrowed brow. “Is she good?”

“Hm?” He replied absentmindedly, moving his gaze from Sophie to Julia.

“She’s okay? Earlier, with James and Colin asking…”

“Oh. Yeah, we’re good, I think. Probably just ready to go home to normalcy, you know?” He paused. “Are you gonna tell her about last night?”

“I probably have to...right?”

“Yeah. I think it’s better coming from you, rather than the boys.” He offered a teasing smile. “Don’t worry, I’ll talk her down from homicide.”

Julia groaned, covering her face with her hands. “She’s gonna hate me.”

“She won’t.” He promised. “You two are consenting adults, it’s maybe not the smartest decision you two have ever had, but. She can’t be that mad.”

“Have you met your girlfriend?” She raised her eyebrows back. “I don’t think I’ve ever seen her let go of a grudge.”

Rafe smiled, pointing to himself as he shook his head. “Ever?”

“You don’t count. None of those arguments were real.”

“Uh huh.”

“I’m serious. You’d know.” She shook her head, smiling fondly. “Freshman year, this guy was being a little too touchy with me, hanging around a little too much at a frat party - she went and found his big brother and when he didn’t do anything, she threw a drink in the guy’s face.”

Rafe laughed, shaking his head. “She what?!”

“Yeah. I know way too many incriminating details about her.” Julia nodded with a grin.

Sophie came back to the table, curious. “What are you two gossiping about?”

“Nothing.” He dismissed, waving his hand and got up, pressing a kiss to her cheek. “C’mon, let’s go get ready.” He mumbled something in her ear, making her blush.

Julia raised her eyebrows, watching as Rafe tugged her down the hall, hand in hand. “Don’t be late, you two!”

“Never!” Sophie called back, giggling.

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After an attempt at surfing and hours of lounging in the sun, the group finally made it to dinner. Rafe had insisted they go to the nicer restaurant for their last day, making everyone dress up just a little more, and was happy everyone complied with the dress code he suggested when they had all packed.

When his phone pinged, again, he huffed and fished it out of his pocket. His dad had texted him five times within the last hour, making sure he would remember to be on the runway at a certain time, and that the airport security needed to be paid in cash, like usual, and that he left enough of a tip for the maids before they left, and - yeah. It was a lot. He was surprised when he saw a text from his screenwriting professor from the previous semester instead, with three words - check your email.

“Your dad again?” Sophie murmured quietly, resting her hand on his knee.

“No…” He trailed off as he opened his email and found that his screenplay had been one of two chosen to be produced for their final semester. He had a meeting next week with his professor to start working out logistics, casting and choosing a production team. “Oh. Wow.”

“What is it?”

He smiled, hesitant, and tilted his phone toward Sophie. “Um, the screenplay thing. Mine got picked.” He shook his head, in disbelief as he smiled wider. “Holy shit, mine got picked.”

“Rafe!” She exclaimed, throwing her arms around him and smacking a kiss to his cheek.

James perked up, leaning next to Sophie to read the phone too. “You got it? For real?”

“I got it.” He confirmed, now grinning ear to ear. The phone was passed around the table so everyone could read the email and everyone congratulated him, making his cheeks turn red as he beamed. Julia ordered a round of shots almost immediately. He had made the boys read it over at least five times each, for proofreading before he submitted it, then once he gave a copy to Sophie, she’d made the girls read it too because she was so proud.

“This is the one where you confess your love to her like twelve times over?” Colin asked.

“Yeah, remember, Rafe, the characters hated each other in the first draft? And then you changed the girl’s name to Sloane one day, wherever the fuck that came from -” James added, oblivious to the growing smirk on Sophie’s face.

She leaned closer, raising her eyebrows. “When was that changed?”

Rafe’s blush spread to his ears now, and he rubbed the back of his neck. “I don’t remember. It’s not important, anyways -”

“I think it was barely September -“ James supplied helpfully, yelping when Rafe kicked him under the table. “Hey!”

Julia grinned. “You changed it to her middle name in only September? Weren’t you still fighting then?”

“I didn’t know -” He started to defend himself, only for Allie to roll her eyes.

“Oh, okay, you just happened to change it to that of all names. Sure, we believe that.”

Julia laughed once she caught Sophie’s eye and her extremely pleased expression. “She’s had a crush on you since high school, anyways -”

“I did not -” Sophie instantly retorted, ignoring the smug grin Rafe wore. “She’s lying.”

“I’m not. Jesus, Sophie, you two could have saved yourself all that arguing and just been together, you two are dumb.”

“Wait, you’ve liked me for that long?” Rafe cocked his head, oblivious.

“Oh my god, you two are blind.” Allie giggled, accepting the tray of shots from their waitress and passed them around. “Here, everyone - congrats, Rafe.” She lifted her shot and everyone else clinked theirs together, then took it at once.

The rest of the night was a blur for everyone, but especially Rafe. He kept taking other people’s shots on accident and sucked down any drink presented to him with a straw, but absolutely refused to hydrate normally (Sophie resorted to giving him vodka waters at the end of the night just so she could keep him upright). He kept an arm slung around her shoulders or waist the entire night, not letting her out of his sight for a single second.

“Baby, please stop leaning.” Sophie told him with an exasperated tone, pushing at his shoulder for the fifth time that night.

“I love you so much.” He replied, bright-eyed with a grin. “So damn much.”

“Okay. Stand up straight.”

“I am.”

James ambled back to the two of them and ducked in between them so Rafe’s arm was around his shoulders instead, taking the weight off of her for a moment. “Jesus, Cameron, lay off the drinks.”

“He’s fine, he’s celebrating.” Sophie smiled, patting Rafe’s cheek affectionately.

“Enabler.”

She shrugged. “So be it. Where have you been?”

“Trying to talk with some girls.” He supplied, nodding his head toward Colin with the same group. “Apparently they’re more into nerds.”

“The one time in your life you’ve failed to score.” She teased, batting his hand away as he went to flick her.

Rafe leaned into James, resting his head against his. He had a few inches on him, making it just comfortable enough. “James. Guess what.”

“What, bud.”

“I’m gonna marry Sophie.”

“Yeah, dude, we know.”

“No. Tonight.”

James snorted. “Yeah, okay. I feel like you’re gonna be out within the hour.”

Rafe ignored him, eyes scanning across the crowd. “Where are our girls?”

Sophie beamed, loving how he’d adopted her friends as his own. “I think Julia’s just getting guys to buy her drinks and Allie’s hovering around so she can benefit.”

“Julia definitely had some guy’s tongue down her throat earlier.” James confirmed. “I told him to fuck off.”

“Does she need help?” Rafe frowned, handing his drink to Sophie and straightening up like he was going to go hunt for her.

“No, she’s fine.” James nodded toward Colin, Julia and Allie all coming back toward them.

Sophie looped her arm back around Rafe’s waist, taking his weight again, and intercepted a drink that Allie offered to him. “No more. You guys having fun?”

“Yeah, a couple guys might be coming over to join us later.” Julia informed them casually. “Rafe, you good with that? I won’t show them any of your fancy shit.”

“Uh...yeah. That’s fine.” He cocked his head. “Wait, a couple? Just for you?”

“No, me and Al.” At Colin’s affronted look, she shook her head quickly. “Not at the same time!”

“Wait, no, we’re busy tonight.” Rafe shook his head and smacked a kiss to Sophie’s temple. “We’re getting married.”

Colin widened his eyes. “You’re what?”

“We’re not!” Sophie amended quickly, pinching Rafe’s side. “We’re not. He’s hammered.”

“She doesn’t wanna marry me ‘cause she’s scared of my dad.” Rafe informed them, his expression a little too serious for it to be a joke. “It’s true.”

“Okay. I think you need to go home.” She pursed her lips. “Are you guys staying, or…?”

“Family sticks together!” Rafe exclaimed, looping his arm around Colin. “We’re all going home. Did someone pack a white dress?”

“Rafe, we are not getting married.” Sophie sighed, exasperated. “Not tonight.”

“But I have the ring.” He protested, making the whole group stop in their tracks.

Julia nearly choked on her drink, mid-sip. “You what?!”

Rafe held up his hand and slid his pinky ring off his finger, the only one that barely fit Sophie’s thumb. “See? I have a ring.”

“Oh my god.” Allie breathed out, shaking her head. She stepped around him and strode forward out of the club, knowing he’d follow. “Hey! Come on. We’re going home.”

Sophie just stared at Rafe blankly, not following the rest of the group until James gave her a little shove from behind. “Chill out, Flint, I’m not gonna let him propose like that.”

She shook her head to get herself to snap out of it, laughing weakly. “Yeah. Yeah, of course.”

“No panicking.”

“I’m not - just. Jesus. Okay. He says that so easily.” She mumbled, walking out with James behind the group.

He laughed, nodding. “Of course he does. It’s Rafe. He loves hard.”

“Yeah.” She smiled to herself, twisting her ring on her finger. “He does.”

Once they all made it home, after some convincing on Allie’s part with the taxi driver and a little extra cash thrown in from Rafe, James and Colin helped wrestle Rafe into their bedroom. (They made the mistake of looking the other way once and he took off across multiple lanes of traffic, convinced he needed to go rescue the kitten that was on the other side of the road - it was actually a crumpled paper bag.)

“Okay. He’s your problem now.” Colin brushed off his hands for emphasis, swatting Rafe’s hand away as he went to tug on Colin’s shirt. “There’s no way he’s getting anything up, so sleep is probably your best option.”

Sophie blushed, running her hands over her face. “Great, I needed to hear that. Helpful.”

“Fuck you, Colin.” Rafe slurred, flipping him off.

“Mature.” James commented, kissing the top of Rafe’s head, then Sophie’s, before turning to leave. Any other time it would be weird, but she’d gotten used to his drunk affectionate state. “Night buddies!”

“Night! Love you!” Rafe called after him and Colin as they left and shut the door behind them. He turned his gaze to Sophie, smiling goofily at her. “Hi, sweetheart.”

“Hi, baby.” She replied, glad he was compliant as she tugged off his shoes and socks, and shirt too. “Can you take off your shorts for me?”

“You can take ‘em off.” He grinned, wiggling his eyebrows at her.

She rolled her eyes, having to shove a little, but finally succeeded to strip him down to his boxers. “Okay. Will you come brush your teeth?”

Without a warning, he grabbed her and pulled her onto his lap, meeting her in a full-force kiss, hands roaming.

“Hey!” She squealed, shoving at his chest out of instinct. “Watch the hands, Rafe.”

He immediately dropped them to her sides, nudging his nose against hers. “I love you.”

“Love you too. I’d love you more if you would brush your teeth.”

“Dental hygiene is that important to you?” He skimmed his palm up her back, teasing his fingers along the zipper down the back of her crop top. “You should be naked right now.”

“Cameron.” She warned.

“Not my name.”

“Rafael.”

“Sophieeeee.” He whined, pouting. “Say my name for real.”

She rolled her eyes and kissed along his neck, resisting a laugh when he so easily melted to putty beneath her. “Rafe. Asher. Clifford. Cameron.”

“Sounds like I’m in trouble.” He mumbled, unzipping her crop top and hummed in satisfaction when she slipped her arms out of the skinny straps, letting him toss it aside. “I don’t like that.”

“Baby?” She murmured, sucking a small spot at the base of his neck before returning to kiss his lips.

“Yeah?”

“Shut up.”

“That’s not nice.” He frowned. “Be nice to me.”

“No.”

“You have to be nice to your boyfriend, angel, it’s the rules.”

“I’ve never heard these rules.” She countered, pushing him back against the bed. “I don’t think I got the rulebook when we started dating.”

“Because you hated me when we started dating.” He argued, flopping back against the mattress. “Are we gonna have sex?”

“Can you stay awake long enough?”

He nodded enthusiastically, reaching up to palm her breast. “Yeah. I got you. I’ll make you come, like, five times.”

She snorted, tugging off her skirt and pushed it aside. “I don’t think you’ve ever made me come five times. Maybe three, but that’s it.”

“What? No. That’s not right. You definitely have - like, in Nice or something -”

“Nope. I would remember.” She rolled off of him to pull off her underwear and toss it on the floor, then laughed as he rolled on top of her, frowning.

“I totally have, Sophie, come on. You’re lying. I can get you off.”

“Yeah, but not five times. That’s so long, Rafe.” She argued, grinning as he ran his hands down both her arms before pushing them above her head, one large hand encircling both her wrists.

“I’ll show you five times.” He argued, glancing around the room, unfocused. “Where’s some string?”

“You are not tying me up with string, Rafe, pay attention.” She arched her back a little, practically shoving her chest in his face to get him back on track. He nodded, dropping his hand down to her hip and skated his teeth across her nipple, loving the moan it elicited from her. She curled her fingers into his hair, sighing when he left open-mouthed kisses across her chest.

He hummed, his head bobbing a little and his eyelids fluttered as he felt her nails rake across his scalp. “More.” He mumbled.

“Yeah?” She replied, scratching his head a little more and had to bite back a laugh when he rested his head on her chest for a moment, then pressed lazy kisses against her skin. “Don’t you dare fall asleep on me.”

“M’not, just...resting.” His breathing slowed and he reached one hand up to cup her breast, though the way he did it felt more like he was holding it for emotional support than to turn her on.

“Rafe.” She whispered, squirming underneath him. “Get off.”

“Shh.” He nuzzled a little closer, relaxing his full body weight into hers. “Nappin.’”

“Are you fucking -” She sighed, pushing him just enough so he rolled onto his back. “I’m gonna go brush my teeth.”

“No, no, I’m ready.” He mumbled without opening his eyes, gesturing loosely to his lap. “See.”

She rolled her eyes and tugged on a pair of underwear and a big shirt of his that she’d packed, then leaned over to kiss his cheek. “You’re not even close to hard.”

“No...what’sit you say?” He squinted one eye open to look at her. “Have at me?”

She just laughed, shaking her head. “I’ll be back.”

“Sophie, baby, Sophie.” Rafe repeated, grabbing at her arm. “You gotta stay.”

“I’m just getting you water, Cameron, I’ll be right back. Promise.” She slipped her arm out of his loose grip and pressed a kiss to his forehead, smiling at the way his lips turned up in a dopey smile back. “Stay here.”

“Okay. Be safe!” He called out.

She shook her head and went out to the kitchen, grabbed two water bottles and returned to the room not five minutes later to see him fast asleep, snoring softly with his phone in his hand, screen still shining bright. She rolled her eyes and pried his phone away, then paused as she saw the screen - he’d just donated $5,000 to the local animal shelter in Columbus. This wasn’t an entire unusual occurrence - she’d seen a couple emails in his inbox here and there thanking him for a donation, but never this much. “Holy shit. Rafe.” She nudged him, trying to wake him up. “Rafe.”

“Mm?” He grumbled, rolling back over.

“Did you mean to do this?” She showed him his phone screen. “Five thousand?”

“Uh huh.” He reached over and wrapped his arms around her waist, trying to pull her into bed. “Come sleep.”

“You’re sure? You didn’t mean, like, $50? Or even $500?”

He pouted, lip wobbling a little as his eyes began to water. “Baby, all those animals are in there on the cold floor, and they don’t have homes -”

“Oh, honey -”

“No, no, listen. They don’t have homes, and it’s not fair, but if they get more money they take away their adoption fee, and then they can have a home.” He stared her down seriously as a couple tears slipped down his cheeks. “They need homes, Sophie.”

She nodded, taking a seat at the edge of the bed and stroked her thumbs over his wet cheeks. “Yeah, sweet boy. They need homes.”

“I hope Josie’s okay.” He yawned, moving to rest his head on her lap.

“Josie?”

“She’s five, and she’s a very sweet yellow lab, and good with other dogs and people, and she’s been at the shelter since July,” he recited from memory. Rafe had checked the website at least every two weeks and had found himself attached to this one dog for reasons he couldn’t explain, even going as far as buying her toys from the shelter’s Amazon wishlist. He absolutely knew he couldn’t visit, because he’d be taking her home in an instant. When he’d been looking for apartments in New York for them, he found himself selecting pet friendly as a search option - just in case.

“Oh. Okay.” She murmured, a little confused as she stroked his hair. “I’m sure she’s alright, Rafe. Will you drink some water for me? Or at least take your contacts out?”

He blinked hard, rubbing his eyes until his contacts popped out, and set them on the nightstand. Sophie resisted a scowl. He slipped his hand under her shirt and held her tight, palm splayed flat against her ribcage. “G’night.”

“Night, baby. I love you.”

“Sophie.”

“Yeah, Rafe?” She settled in against him, pulling the covers over them both.

“Marry me.”

She laughed, rolling back over to nudge her nose against his. “No.”

He yawned, not bothering to open his eyes. “Please?”

“Later. Now we’re sleeping.” She kissed him softly, smiling as she whispered. “Sweet dreams, favorite boy.”

“Love you.” He mumbled back, barely coherent before falling asleep.

____

The next morning, he was all too smug as he woke Sophie up, blindly reaching for her in bed and pulled her close against his chest. “Baby.”

“No.” She grumbled, pulling the pillow over her head as she tried to wriggle away.

“Soph.” He tried again, holding her tight as he pressed kisses against her hair. “Sophieee.”

“I’m tired, Rafe, fuck off.” She sighed, frowning up at him as he grabbed the pillow and tossed it to the floor. “Hey.”

“Tired from last night, huh?” He smirked, trailing a finger down the center of her chest, down her stomach. “Sore?”

Sophie rolled over to look him in the eye, eyebrows raised. “Sore from what?”

“You know.”

“I don’t.”

“C’mon.”

She furrowed her brow at him, confused. “Rafe, you fell asleep holding my boob. You weren’t even hard.”

“Huh?” He cocked his head, sitting up a little. “But we...did I dream that? The navy lace?”

She laughed, loud. “I don’t own navy lace anything.”

“Well, shit, we gotta buy you something.” He ran his hand through his hair, still a little confused as Sophie smiled up at him and fixed his messy hair, sitting up to straddle him. “Really? We didn’t do a thing? I swore, you were, like, having the time of your life.”

Sophie shook her head, placing both hands on his chest as she shifted forward a little. “No. You left me high and dry. Glad dream-me could get something though.”

Rafe quickly picked up on her cues, his hands going to her hips to steady her. “I think I can help fix that.”

“I think you can too.”

Just as she leaned down to kiss him, James pounded on their door, thankfully being smart enough to not barge in. “Yo! We’re leaving in an hour! Do you want breakfast?”

“Fuck off!” Sophie yelled, rocking her hips against Rafe’s. “We’re busy!”

“Busy packing, I hope!” James called back.

“He’s packing!” She replied with a giggle, laughing harder when Rafe quickly clasped his hand over her mouth and shushed her.

“We’re not hungry!” Rafe yelled, pinching Sophie’s side. “Leave us alone!”

She squealed, batting his hand away and couldn’t help but laugh as James’s footsteps faded away. “What, I’m not allowed to brag about you?”

“We don’t have time for you to brag.” He replied, wrapping a strong hand around the back of her neck to pull her into a bruising kiss. “C’mere.”

“How much do you remember of last night?” She asked in between kisses, leaning back just enough to pull off her shirt.

“Not much.” He flipped them over, then leaned down to graze his teeth over her nipple.

“You asked me to marry you.” She breathed out, a little wary of his reaction. “Multiple times.”

“I did? I’m a smart man.” He replied with a smirk, trailing his fingers up her inner thighs.

“You are.” Sophie moaned quietly, then pressed her hips up. “Just get inside me.”

“You’re sure?”

“Positive, Rafe, please, I gotta shower and pack.”

He laughed, loud. “Sure we have time?”

“Rafe Cameron, I swear to fucking god -”

He laughed, cutting her off with a kiss. “I got you, baby. Always got you.”

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lxstfulbeans · 4 years ago

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Because I woke up and chose violence, let’s have some jealousy hc’s! 🙂

So you know the “What’s good, shawty? Yo man still around?” TikTok prank? Well, rather than it be a prank, let’s have an actual guy say this Y/N. She’s FaceTiming a male classmate for a project and after they discussed enough ideas on the assignment, he gets bold and asks Y/N if her man’s is still around. Now our girl is happy and in a beautiful relationship with her man’s but before she could tell him that he is, her bae decided to have perfect timing cuz he swiper no swiped tf outta that phone to let the chump know “So you’ve chosen death”.

For this request, I’d like to have hc’s of Bakugo, Hawks, Dabi, and Shinsou reacting to such tomfoolery cuz why not? ☺️

TUH- couldn’t be me, but these pranks had me dead 😭✋🏽.

ALSO- THANK Y’ALL SO MUCH FOR 215 FOLLOWERS OMFG- 😭💕❤️

Headcanon: “What’s good shawty? Ya man’s still around?” Reactions.

Katsuki Bakugou:

Okay, now you were just doing this assignment and tryna slay with yo A+ right?

You were partnered up with one of your male classmates, y’all didn’t really talk like that but a grade is a grade, right?

Your amazing, yet bold and brash, angry hedgehog lookin’ ass boyfriend, Katsuki laid in your bed, scrolling through his phone as he ate some of your hot fries.

No matter how bad you wanted them hoes, it was the only thing keeping him quiet until you were finished.

“Aight, so I think we should close off the presentation with a short conclusion, maybe add some additional facts and we’re in the clear.” You said with a sigh, ready to cuddle with your boyfriend after y’all were done with this cuz your head was starting to hurt.

But, this was when lil’ homie was starting to get bold bold.

“Okay, cool.. but can I ask you something before we close out?” He asks, a smirk forming on his face.

“Wassup?” You ask, yawning as you stretched.

“Is your man still around?”

You could not believe your ears, and you know damn well Katsuki heard that shit because you could feel that aura creeping up on your back.

“Boy, who in the he-“

“YOU LISTEN HERE, YOU THIRSTY VIRGIN SACK OF PISS! I DUNNO WHO YOU THINK YOU ARE OR WHO THE FUCK YOU THINK YOU TALKIN’ TO BUT THIS IS MY GIRL RIGHT HERE AND SHE GON’ STAY MY GIRL!”

Mans was real quiet then, lookin’ like he shit himself after realizing he fucked up.

“L-Look man, I was just-“

“NO, BITCH. YOU WERE JuSt ABOUT TO GET OFF MY GIRL PHONE WITH THAT FUCKSHIT AND IF I EVER CATCH YOUR ASS TRYNA SPIT GAME IMMA BLOW YOUR ASS TO HELL!”

And with that, he hung up and dragged you to the bed, wrapping his around around you and locking you close to him.

He was still pissed off but he was still a big baby, and you know it’ll pass until y’all go to class the next day.

Keigo Takami [Hawks]:

You were laying across the bed, your legs across Keigo’s lap as he sat up against the headboard, reading a nice little book as he ate some chicken nuggets y’all shared.

You were on Skype with one of your classmates, one that you never really talked to but had to do the project with him.

Y’all exchanged notes, helped each other with flash cards, took turns with the slides, etc.

You were just about to end the call so you could touch up the project before submitting it until you were caught off guard.

“Okay, good thinking today, [Y/N], but I just have one question if that’s okay?”

“Oh yeah, what’s on ya mind?” You respond, finishing the rest of the notes.

“Is your man still around?”

You dropped your pencil and made the most disgusted look.

You knew Keigo heard that shit when he slammed that book shut and used plenty of his feathers to pick up your laptop and float before him.

You could tell he was dead serious when he had that frown, those stern eyes. He wasn’t playing no games today.

“Listen here, you pathetic dollar store playboy. My dove isn’t going anywhere, she doesn’t want you, and I’ll be damned if any girl would want to even take a peek at your little pecker. ‘Cause that’s real small dick energy right there pal. She’s happy here, and here is where she’ll stay. You could never compare to me, so stay in your fucking place..”

“I-I’m sorry man! I won’t try it aga-“ call ended.

If that wasn’t the hottest thing he’s done, you don’t know what was.

Keigo sighed, closing your laptop and setting it to the side before lifting you up and placing you on top of him.

With his arms wrapped around you, kissing your forehead, he mumbles, “You let me know if that jackass tries that shit again. I’ll give him a personal ass whooping.”

You couldn’t help but laugh, rolling your eyes as you pressed a soft kiss against his bicep.“You do your thang, bae.”

Dabi [Touya Todoroki]:

Dabi laid on your bed, dozing off after a day of villainy.

He dozed to the sound of you working with your classmate over the phone, just over simple homework that he had oh so much trouble with.

While you sat at your desk, he had the nerve to try to be bold while your boyfriend.. your TERRIFYING boyfriend who has NO problems with killings mfs.

“So, can I ask this one question for clarification?” He said.

“Yeah, shoot.”

“Is your man still around?”

Your eyes widened, your brow raised and you were ready to lose your fucking mind. How DARE he try to spit some whack ass game?

Dabi’s eyes shot open, awake and pissed.

He got up and snatched your phone, small flames sparking against his cheek.

“Now, you fucking listen and you listen good, you shrimp dick motherfucker. I am [Y/N]’s man, and I will continue to be her man until the end. She has no time for thirsty wannabes like you. If I ever catch you trying to flirt with my woman.. you better hope I don’t see you in the streets..”

With that chilling threat, he hung up the phone and placed it on the desk, sighing as he calmed down.

“That’s enough books for one night.. now, come cuddle with me, I’m tired.”

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boognish-worshipper · 3 years ago

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Moonlight

the second part/continuation of Sunrise, Sunset!

this boutta get interesting……. it gets kinda messy but don’t worry, it isn’t over yet 🙏🙏🙏 also trevor can’t spell over text to save his life

Lamar didn’t sleep that night. He couldn’t. He just kept thinking the whole situation over, trying his hardest to connect the dots. Make some sense of it, or at least find some logical way to deny the truth. Had it always been Franklin? It’s not like Lamar ever had a long term girlfriend, or even a chick he was hung up on like his… friend. How long had he been completely naïve? He felt stupid for not noticing sooner. He didn’t even have anyone to confide in. He obviously couldn’t confide in Frank right now. Shit. How would he face him? Lamar screwed his eyes shut tight. What the fuck was he gonna do? He tried thinking about who to turn to. Michael was obviously a no-go, what with the dynamic those two had. Then he thought about Trevor. Maybe he��d help. Maybe. It wouldn’t hurt to just ask, right?

hey

crazy guy

wut leroy. u need smthn?

uh, yeah

sort of

wut iz it?

some complicated bs again. nothin new.

cant u go 2 frank 4 whtevr prblm ur having

not exactly

can i meet u somewhere private?

wut 4

u tryna fuk me leroy?

loco. no.

jus. meet me @ vanilla unicorn asap

Lamar sighed heavily, starting to wonder if this was gonna be a bad idea to try and talk to him about this. But Trevor was kinda fruity anyway, so at least he wouldn’t judge. His phone buzzed again.

alrdy hear bro

Lamar raced over to the strip club, going through the back entrance. Trevor was sitting on his desk, already waiting for Lamar’s arrival.

“LD! What brings you to my fine establishment at this time?” He stood up, but remained leaning against the desk behind him.

“Listen man, it’s.. it’s serious.”

Trevor’s faced lifted, looking surprised. Or.. whatever concerned looked like by his terms.

“How serious we talkin’ bro?”

“Ion know, just some stupid shit I’ve been tryna wrap my head around.”

“Uhh, elaborate on that?”

“It’s gotta do with Fr-…eaky shit going on with me.”

Trevor squinted at him, like he was trying to read Lamar’s mind.

“Like..?”

“Something to do with love, I think?”

“Oh. Well. Why’d you come to me for help?”

“Because I..” He said, the words deflating in his mouth.

“I think you’re the only person who could understand where I’m coming from?”

“…I’m not reading ya. Just say it, Lamar. Jeez.”

“I think I’m in love with someone.”

A long pause filled the air with tension.

“That it?”

“Well, not exactly.”

“Jesus bro, what is the matter with you right now? You look like you’re gonna faint.”

“It’s, it’s someone we know, alright? There.”

Trevor squinted his eyes again, but not for long. His eyebrows flew to his hairline, and he stood upright from the desk he was perched on.

“Wait a minute…”

Lamar looked down at the ground, embarrassment swirling around in his stomach. He felt like some child that had been yelled at for stealing some candy. He didn’t like it. He was a grown fuckin’ man for crying out loud.

“You don’t mean..”

He stood there, saying nothing and grabbing his arm protectively. The silence was back, lingering for too long.

“I fuckin’ knew it.” Trevor said, almost inaudible.

“Wh.. what?” Lamar spluttered out, looking up.

“I fucking knew it!”

Somehow hearing those words comforted and pissed off Lamar. Obviously Trevor wasn’t planning on judging him for it, but how did he know before him?

“What the fuck you mean you knew?!”

“Oh please, Lamar. You aren’t a very subtle person.”

“I am too!”

“No. You’re not. You’re really not.”

“Tell me. How, how am I not subtle as a motherfucker?”

“Hmm… I can think of a few instances to count, but honestly a perfect example was that conversation we had dropping those cars off for he-who-shall-not-be-named.”

Lamar cocked his head sideways, confused. Trevor shook his head before starting his sentence back up.

“Remember when you ah… inquired about Michael and I? Our past?”

“Yeah, what of it?”

“You compared us to some.. I don’t know, divorced couple or something. Figuring it was romantic?” He averted his gaze, turning pink.

“Well, I mean after the whole rundown of our partnership, I asked you about how you and our boy Frankie met.”

“Mhm..”

“And you gave me some weird, uncomfortable story about you having a threesome with him- Which he apparently wasn’t even apart of to begin with. Didn’t know why he even appeared in that memory, but I guess it sort of makes sense now. It was also the fact you.. uh, deciphered my relationship, and tried to compare it to you and Frank. That’s how I started to catch on.”

“Shit.”

“I mean I… I was in the same boat as you, kid. You were right, y’know.”

“I was?”

“Michael and I… were never perfect. But back then I was,” His voice lowered.

“…Am.” He corrected, voice barely above a whisper. Coughing, he continued.

“In love with him. Or something.”

“Shit, for real?”

“For reals homie. I know what you’re going through. Only difference is Mikey uh.. was a little more repressed than I was. But you didn’t hear it from me.”

Lamar stood in shock, eventually flopping down on the couch.

“What the fuck am I gon’ do, Trevor?”

“Well, I know I’m friends with him but I’m not exactly as close to him as you or Mike. So I can’t exactly say whether or not he’s like Michael in that regard, you know?”

“Fuck, man…”

“Hey.. I uh, I’m sorry if I wasn’t much help. I never really knew how to deal with those feelings towards Mike. It’s like, even harder to manage when you have a bond like that.”

“No, no. I needed this I think.”

“Go home, Lamar. Try to get some rest or something.”

As he got up, he placed a hand on Trevor’s shoulder.

“Thanks.”

For the first time since they met, Trevor gave him a genuine smile. He patted his hand and scooted him out the door. Driving back, he still felt sort of restless. Even if he did sleep, it wasn’t gonna be enough. When he got back home and in his bed, he pulled out his phone.

So you’re back.

yup

i thought about what you said

Wait - really?

yeah. i’m a fuckin idiot

Doesn’t take a psychic to know that.

hey

that’s uncalled for lady

What is it you need? It’s very late you know - is what I said keeping you up?

bingo bitch

and uh yeah, i need to know what the fuck u said to franklin

what does he know?

All I told him was that I saw you at his house - very frequently I might add.

I might’ve mentioned you were there in his old room all the time, in his bed with someone he knew - an older woman, perhaps? He didn’t take it too well.

wait a minute

his auntie? i mean she bad and all but

i never.. like did anything with her. not like that

He thought differently. The implications might’ve been misread - why would you choose his childhood bed for something like that? Shame on you

and i might’ve picked the wrong fuckin person to speak to

lady, what the fuck? i never fucked his auntie!

i wouldn’t do that to him, even if she got a dumptruck ass

You are a strange man Lamar. All I saw was you two in his bed, very, very often.

I wouldn’t have known you felt anything for him had you not contacted me - and even now you still made a pass at her!

all we did was talk! n there’s nothing wrong wit admiring ass.

Whatever you say - oh wait…

I’m seeing something

goddammit

it better be good

I’m seeing you two again - and you’re right. You’re talking… about Franklin?

why else would we be in his room. if i was gon fuck his auntie we would’ve done it in hers or sumn

or in the livin room maybe.

I’m seeing something else now - he’s taken the place of his aunt. Oh. Wow…

what? what is it?

what do u see?

I… completely misinterpreted Franklin’s reading. It seems like it was supposed to be him in her place.

I’m not sure how he read it exactly - my best guess was that it wasn’t the latter.

And seeing as he no longer lived there, the vision got mixed up some how for both of us. You did have some connection to her though - don’t lie. That was most likely the problem.

i mean yeah. i hit on her a couple times

maybe thought it about it once or twice

More than that.

whatever. still, i ain’t do shit to her, ion stoop that low lady

Then I apologize. But I cannot fix this problem for you - you’re going to have to talk things out

Because right now, he’s assuming you’re acting weird because you actually *did* something with his aunt.

Fuck me man

this sucks

ur evil lady, u know that?

Hey, I’m not the one hanging out with his aunt. Now go to bed. I’ll deal with you another time.

hey wait

come back

SERVICE UNAVAILABLE. PLEASE TRY AGAIN LATER.

“God fuckin’ damn it not again!”

He chucked his phone against the wall, and began yelling into his pillow. He wasn’t gonna sleep right at all until he fixed this mess. Fucking psychic lady.

The next morning when Lamar passed by his mirror he audibly gasped. He looked like shit. He looked like he was definitely hiding something. And he knew he couldn’t see Frank today. His phone buzzed and as soon as he glanced down he felt the urge to throw it across the room. Speak of the fuckin’ devil. Franklin was fucking calling him. Taking a deep breath, he hit answer.

“Yo.”

“Hey L. How you feelin’?”

“Better. Thanks.”

“Yeah man. You know what was up wit’ you or…”

“I.. I think it was some sort of stomach bug man. Doin’ alright now tho.”

“Glad to hear.”

“So are you callin’ me for something or-“

“Actually yeah. I wanted to talk to you.”

“N-now?”

“Later. Sunset? That cool wit’ you?”

“Uh yeah, yeah. Heard it’s a full moon.”

“Dope. Been meaning to talk about this for a while anyway, and you always dragging me around to go see the sunrise.”

“Makes sense.” More sense than the shit he was in the middle of.

“See you then?”

“Of course dog.”

Click. Lamar dropped his shoulders, which had grown tense during the duration of the call. He didn’t have a whole lot of time to understand what he was dealing with better. He thought to himself that he couldn’t possibly be gay, because he loved himself some hoes now and then. But at the same time, he couldn’t help but feel the same around Franklin. Women and men… was that possible? Could you be into men AND women? He looked it up on his phone, and found a definition that fit him. Bisexual? That’s a thing? He thought it was just, gay and straight. That you couldn’t be both. But… at least that was accounted for. Putting his phone away, he moved on to the next part of the puzzle. What was he going to do when night time came? He couldn’t straight up tell Franklin. That would ruin everything. But how would he explain that he didn’t fuck his Aunt? He had to have a reason to back it up. Either way, he was screwed.

Night came too quick. Lamar kept pacing his room, not taking his eyes off his phone that rested on his bed. Any minute Frank would call him. Any fucking minute now. He still didn’t have a plan. What was he going to do? The phone lit up, buzzing loudly. Oh no. He practically dove to answer it, feigning a nonchalant tone. It wasn’t very impressive.

“Heyyy Frank. I was waiting for word from you.”

“Hey. I’m on my way, be ready.”

He swallowed the lump in his throat.

“See you in 5 L.”

Even after Frank hung up, he didn’t lower the phone from his ear. Oh shit. Oh shit, oh shit, ohshit. He was panicking now, phone dropping to the floor. Not noticing how long he was standing there, he heard a car pull up, then honk. Oh, shit. He raced out the door clumsily, trying to shove his phone in his pocket. Opening the car door, he was hit with the now overwhelming scent of Franklin. Something along the lines of weed and the same cologne he’d be buying for years. He remembered how Tanisha had gotten it for him back when they first started dating as a gift. The detail only made him more nauseous.

“Hey LD.”

“Hey.”

“Get in homie, I got a good spot for us, real sick view n shit.”

“Ah.. aight.”

The car ride wasn’t entirely awful for Lamar, listening to Collard Greens play loudly through the speakers. Franklin had taken them to some secluded spot near Vespucci beach, where no one would bother them. As they got out of the car, Lamar got a clear view of the sunset. It was even better than a sunrise. They found a bench to sit on, and Lamar felt like there wasn’t enough space between them. Did it magically fucking shrink as soon as they sat down? Shit. He cleared his throat, trying to seem neutral and not like he was internally freaking the fuck out.

“So uh… what’d you need to talk to me about?”

Franklin sighed, and Lamar’s stomach was in knots.

“It’s.. just somethin’ I been thinkin’ about for a while. I really jus’ didn’t know how to bring it up or whatever. But let’s jus’ enjoy the sunset right now.”

In contrast to how every sunrise went, the sunset contained shades of pinks and purples. There were also mixed shades of green, from the combination of yellow and blue clashing together. It was a miraculous sight. Frank was right, why didn’t they see sunsets more often? He watched the light sink down past the water, replaced by moonlight not much later. The two sat in silence, as stars filled the sky. The view had grown darker, but he could see the moonbeam reflect in the calm waves. He turned to Franklin, who had a serene expression on his face. He was blue in the moonlight, and it made Lamar feel all kinds of things he never felt for anyone before. Franklin side-eyed him, sitting upright. Here goes nothing.

“Lamar… I just. I gotta ask. I uh.. heard from someone,” Fucking psychic lady.

“That you uh.. and my.. Denise. My Aunt. Were uh.. you were at my house or something with her?”

Lamar eyes were wide. Franklin looked anywhere but him, clearly uncomfortable bringing the topic up. He kept tripping over his words, not knowing how to ask.

“Are.. and I won’t be mad if you are, but are you… and my Aunt.. Are y’all foolin’ around?” He scrunched his face up getting the words out. He almost looked hurt, like he was betrayed at the thought of it all.

“What?”

“Are you fuckin’ my Auntie or what man?!” He forced out.

“Franklin. What.”

He knew the psychic lady had said he got the wrong idea, but hearing it out loud from him was just mind boggling.

“Jesus Christ Franklin, no. I’m not! Why would you even think that?!”

Now he felt hurt. Did he really think Lamar would do something like that?

“You say shit about her all the fuckin’ time! I don’t even know why, because she’s fuckin’ nuts man! I have heard a million and one remarks about her from yo bitchass self!”

“Yeah but I would never-“

“And in my fuckin’ bed man?! Are you for real?!”

“I’m not fucking her! I never was!”

“That’s not what I fuckin’ heard dog! And don’t think I haven’t noticed how weird you’ve been actin’, all guilty n shit. I knew you were hidin’ shit from me, I jus’ didn’t think it’d be my absolute worst fuckin’ nightmare!”

“Franklin! For fucks sake bro that’s not why I’ve been actin’ so weird!”

“Then tell me, exactly, what the hell your problem is!”

Lamar’s mouth hung open, looking for what the fuck to say.

“Homie. It’s not like that. I’m seriously, seriously not fucking her. I’m… just-”

“What, Lamar?!”

“I think I’m in love.”

Shock covered Franklin’s face. Complete, utter shock. His face then twisted into a furious expression.

“Are you fuckin’ for real right now? You’re not fuckin’ my Aunt, you’re in love with her?! Fuck you man!”

“Wait, no that’s not what was I was implying-“

Franklin shot up from his seat, throwing his hands up.

“You’ve officially lost yo mind dog. You two enjoy each other. I’m fuckin’ out of here bro.”

“Franklin, wait-“

“No, no. I.. I need to go. I need to clear my mind or whatever the fuck, because I am just… unbelievably pissed right now.”

“But I’m not-“

“Save it, LD. I’ll… catch you later. Or something. Bye.”

Franklin walked back to his car, abandoning Lamar. Some how, this was worse than confessing to him. He felt sick to his stomach. How the hell was he gonna fix this mess? He remained seated, watching the water lap at the shore. He needed to fix this. And he knew, although he wish he didn’t have to, that’d he’d have to come clean. He didn’t want to ruin his friendship, and some how still did by just not blurting it out. Soon. Soon, after Franklin was ready to talk to him again. He prayed to a higher being, hoping desperately it’d all work out.

//end of pt 2!!!!! i’m sorry this is kinda angsty or whatever :( but i am gonna write a happy ending for this!! lamar deserves the world i love his character sm *sobs* (also sorry this part’s longer than the last one LMAO)

#grand theft auto 5 #gta v #lamar davis #franklin clinton #franklin/lamar #angst #one sided pining #but don’t worry #it’s gonna work out #bc franklin’s hiding shit himself 👀#not gonna say anything #framar

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sarahzstories · 4 years ago

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✨Interview with Princess and Narry✨

✨*A/N This is in the format that Niall, Harry and Princess are having a sit down interview with someone for a magazine. I have a Part 2 ready if you are interested, also feel free to send in questions you want the three of them to answer! Enjoy!*✨

Q: How did you really meet? And when?

Niall: At a Christmas party in New York about what like eight years ago?

Princess: Yeah they crashed my aunt’s party and Harry ran into me and spilled a drink all over me.

Harry: It was an accident and I have apologized several times since it happened.

Princess: That’s true he does apologize every year on our friend-anniversary.

Q: Is there a group chat?

Princess: Yes duh.

Harry: It’s called the Three Amigos.

Niall: I love dat it’s been da same name since we made it eight years ago.

Q: Who is the most annoying in the group chat?

Harry: Me

Niall: For sure Harry. He’s da bloody worst at sending incomplete thoughts instead of just thinking about what he’s tryin ta say and sending one long paragraph.

Princess: He just tells us things as they pop into his head is all. It’s not annoying.

Niall: She’s jus sayin dat cos she’s nice.

Harry: No she’s saying that because she does the same thing just not as much as I do. Remember that time she was trying to tell us she ran into Orlando Bloom at Starbucks?

Niall: Bloody hell that was such a shit show of a text conversation.

Princess: I was star struck! I couldn’t form complete sentences!

Q: What are yours names in each other’s phones?

Niall: Harry is jus saved as H an Princess is saved as Princess wit da crown emoji an a heart.

Harry: Niall is the Irish One in my phone and Princess is Bestfriend and it has a sparkle and heart emoji next to it.

Niall: *rolls eyes*

Princess: Oh Harry is saved under Little Lanky Baby with a red heart and Niall is My Little Irish Marshmallow with a clover emoji.

Harry: What? Are you serious?

Niall: Have Ya never noticed our contact names when she sends screenshots?

Harry: I’m not lanky?

Niall: Are ya havin a laugh mate? Yer arse is lanky.

Princess: You really are and that’s okay! Everyone loves it!

Harry: I don’t know how I feel about this...

Princess: You’ll survive.

Q: When do you three actually become as close as you are now? Was it instant?

Harry: I think it was maybe a month after we met. We got really close very fast because we talked all the time.

Niall: I agree, it was pretty fast we jus clicked and I think it was like after a month or so that we invited her to a show and after dat it was like we knew each other fo ever.

Princess: Texting and talking on the phone really helped speed up the getting to know you process. They’ve had a key to my apartment since like six months after knowing them. We all just meshed really well and it’s been great.

Q: Have you ever been in a fight? If so what was it about?

Niall: Oh god...

Harry: Yes. One fight and I don’t like to talk about it. But it was about my debut album details getting out before I was ready.

Princess: He’s so sensitive about this subject but yeah only one so far and it only lasted like three days so wasn’t too bad.

Harry: Wasn’t too bad? It was horrible. We didn’t speak for 72 hours.

Niall: It was all a misunderstanding type thing cos Harry over reacted and got mean and then just didn’t know how to fix it.

Princess: He didn’t overreact. He was right to be mad at me.

Harry: I’m not getting into this.

Niall: It’s been years mate let it go it’s okay you got upset at her, no friendship is perfect, even ours.

Harry: You wanna talk about how you also got mad at her the same day? Or no?

Niall: Jesus Yer in a mood today, m’fine talkin bout our little fight cos it only lasted a day and it was cos I blew things outta proportion.

Princess: Once again it’s fine we are allowed to be upset with each other. Next question?

Harry: Yes. Let’s move on.

Q: Is jealously an issue between the three of you?

Niall: *looks at Harry*

Princess: *also looks at Harry*

Harry: Excuse me, may I help you two with something?

Princess: Wanna talk about getting jealous?

Harry: I don’t get jealous.

Niall: Are ya fuckin jokin? Yer arse is the reason why we have ta have a group calendar so no one gets more one on one time than the other Ya knob!

Harry: That has nothing to do with being jealous. I like to be organized with my time that’s all.

Princess: That’s all? You sure?

Harry: I’m sure.

Princess: So it’s not because one time you realized Niall and I had seen each other three times in one week without you?

Harry: I mean three times in a week is a lot.

Niall: Yer ridiculous mate jus admit ya get jealous whenever P hangs out wit anyone besides you.

Harry: I’m choosing not to respond to that.

Q: Who’s the most protective?

Princess: It’s a toss up between the two of them.

Harry: I’d say i get more protective while Niall is the first to want to fight anyone who makes P feel uncomfortable or makes her cry. But I’m the one who wants to just prevent it at all costs.

Niall: what he means is he would rather P never leave da bloody house.

Harry: It would make it easier...

Princess: I get protective over them as well though!

Harry: *looks at Niall*

Niall:*looks at Harry*

Princess: What? Remember that time I yelled at that man who was trying to take pictures of us at the beach?

Niall: I mean yer right, ya can get protective an are always the first ta tell paps to fuck off.

Harry: She can be very ferocious when she wants to be.

Niall: *laughs*

Princess: Both of you are assholes.

Harry: I didn’t say anything!

Q: Was it easier being friends when Niall and Harry were both in the same band?

Princess: Yes I mean it wasn’t as chaotic trying to figure out what dates work best to see who but also it was a whole different type of chaos when I’d go visit them while they were in One Direction.

Niall: Ya it was wild as hell when she’d come cos we were literally always doin somethin fo tha band either all five of us or dey would separate us into groups and it would be Harry and I and the rest of da boys and we would be shootin promo or even recordin a bloody album!

Harry: It was always her getting shoved in a backseat with us in a car or getting little fifteen minutes breaks to talk and actually see each other between whatever the hell we had to do the days she was on tour with us.

Princess: But the shows were so much fun, but I’d honestly say getting to visit them while on their solo tours is better than when they were in One Direction simply because they get more down time and it’s not always go go go like it was back then.

Niall: I agree, when we get to the venues of our shows we don’t have ten thousand things ta do before the show so we get to chill and hang out.

Harry: It’s really such a different world going on tour now than it was when we toured with One Direction.

Princess: But I honestly would put up with the craziness of visiting them while in One Direction still if I had to.

Niall: Is she-

Harry: Hinting that she wants a One Direction reunion tour? Yes.

Princess: What? That’s not what I meant.

Harry: Mhm...right.

Niall: *laughs*

Princess: *rolls eyes*

Q: Okay but really who do you enjoy hanging out with more?

Niall: *looks at Princess*

Harry: Hmm...

Princess: Is this just a question for me? *raises an eyebrow*

Harry: I have the most fun with Princess.

Niall: Same. Harry makes me wanna smack em upside da head too much when it’s jus tha two of us.

Harry: I could say the same thing about you, you little hobbit.

Princess: I don’t have a favorite. I get asked this all the time on my Instagram and I feel like no one believes me? But I truly don’t have a favorite to hang out with and actually like it when it’s all three of us together.

Q: How do you deal with dating while being so close to the boys? Does it get weird?

Harry: Threats. Lots of threats.

Niall: Oh please we aren’t tha most threatenin set of blokes H. It doesn’t get weird tho cos P doesn’t really date do ya Princess?

Princess: I go on dates yes, I haven’t been in a serious relationship is a while but it’s not weird, everyone I talk to knows I’m friends with Niall and Harry.

Harry: I’d like to think we have more than just a regular friendship...

Princess: I mean yes it’s a bit different. But I let them know before it even gets to us going on dates that the two of them are a massive part of my life.

Niall: Same goes fo us though, I tell the people m’interested in bout P and the fact she’s one of the main people in my life and most of em are fine wit it.

Harry: Everyone who knows me knows about my relationship with Princess and knows that nothing comes before it. She will always come first, like it or not.

Princess: He is so dramatic i swear he makes it sound like I’m the only person in his life that he’s like this with, it’s the same with his family. Not just me.

Niall: Harry is dramatic though but it’s true, everyone that even tries ta get wit H knows three things for sure and it’s that he loves a good Gucci suit, loves his family and his friendship with Princess is untouchable.

Harry: Oh now who sounds dramatic?

Princess: We are going to be single forever aren’t we?

Niall: We could do one of dem packs about getting married if we are single when we are thirty.

Harry: I’d rather not marry you when I’m thirty that’s when I’ll just be starting to thrive.

Niall: Oi! Then when? Ya wanna be so old ya won’t enjoy it?

Harry: You’ll enjoy it no matter the age it happens you knob.

Princess: How about sixty? Still young, I mean look at Bruce he is thriving!

Harry: *rolls eyes* you’ve been dying to bring up Bruce Willis haven’t you?

Niall: Deal.

Harry: I guess I can agree to that.

Q: Favorite thing about each other?

Niall: I’d have to say I enjoy Harry’s opinions, he doesn’t sugar coat em he knows I don’t like all that fake ass stuff so he tells it to me straight.

Harry: You’re quite welcome for always telling you when you’re being an asshole.

Niall: Ya gotta ruin every moment don’t ya? Anyways I’d say my favorite thing bout Princess would be...her ability to jus know what I need and when I need it.

Harry: It’s kind of freaky how she does that though right? The texts are the creepiest.

Niall: Right? Like when she can jus sense ya’ve had a bad day so she sends ya Dis heartwarming text and yer jus like how the bloody fuck did she know??

Princess: I just know you both so well! I can’t help it.

Harry: It’s great love, we love it.

Niall: doesn’t make it any less creepy though.

Princess: Well I’d say my favorite thing about Niall is that he has this ability to make everyone around him instantly feel comfortable and like at home if that makes any sense?

Harry: I can agree, he’s very good at making everyone around him feel at ease.

Princess: And my favorite thing about Harry is he has this weird way of knowing how you need to be comforted. Like he knows when to just hold your hand, when to pull you in for a hug or just when you grab you and hold you. It’s lovely.

Niall: Ah yeah dis is so true. Always tryin ta hug me.

Harry: Well I don’t see you fighting me off.

Niall: Oi yer arse didn’t answer what yer fave things are bout us, do ya not have one?

Harry: I love Niall’s sense of humor, we both have the same type of lame humor and laugh at the stupidest stuff. My favorite thing about Princess is probably how she just gets me and lets me be me.

Princess: *sniffles* Can we move on?

Niall: Way ta go got er all watery eyed now.

Harry: I’m not the one who asked the question! I just answered it. You got her all emotional too you knob.

Q: Have you written any songs about your friendship?

Niall: Yeah Harry have we?

Harry: *rolls eyes* yes.

Princess: Go on, just tell them.

Niall: Yeah H jus tell em. Get it off yer chest.

Harry: You’re in such a mood today. Fine. I wrote meet me in the hallway about when Princess and I had a fight.

Niall: And...

Harry: I wrote Adore You with her in mind about her effect on the people around her. That she has no clue she has.

Princess: What about you Niall?

Harry: Yes hobbit what about you hmmm?

Niall: I wrote the Tide while thinking about her when she was datin that one arsehole.

Harry: And?

Niall: Fine you arse I also wrote Mirrors about her as well.

Harry: Oh and if you’re wondering about One Direction songs the main one we wrote about our friendship is Drag Me Down.

Niall: S’pretty obvious though, s’fo her and da whole fandom really.

Princess: That is my hype song. So damn good.

Q: What’s a memory the three of you cherish?

Princess: Oh that’s a good one!

Niall: S’gotta be when we all went ta Cabo fo a week like three years ago and we jus laid in the sun by the beach all day and got drunk off wine at night an it was one of tha most relaxing vacations I’ve ever had.

Harry: That was a great trip.

Princess: Mine is when we had our first sleepover at my tiny ass New York apartment. When we did face masks and ended up passing out on my bed watching Will and Grace. I think that next morning is when I really realized you two were going to literally be my humans forever.

Harry: Oh the good ole days of our sleepovers and trying to squeeze onto your loveseat. Mine is the time when Niall and I had to go get you from the bar when you got too drunk on a Monday night.

Princess: That’s your most cherished memory? Really?

Harry: Yes, because that was the first time you ever used us as your like emergency contact and the first time we had to come save you. You weren’t super wasted, Niall and I just had to make sure you got home safe and it was nice because you kept telling us how much you loved us.

Niall: Now we always gotta come save er, member that one time we had ta crash her date wit dat golf dude?

Princess: Oh god

Harry: That was fun! He was a proper dick.

Princess: Next question?

Q: This is the last one, who said I love you first out of the three of you?

Princess: It was Niall

Harry: I know everyone is gonna be shocked to hear it wasn’t me.

Niall: I mean yeah it was me. M’not ashamed of it. I was tellin P bye and was like love ya and she said love you too Ni and then Harry got all mushy an was like, what did ya say H?

Princess: He said and I quote “if we are saying we love each other I want to be involved because I love you too!”

Harry: Sounds about right.

Niall: That was like what three months into the friendship?

Harry: Yeah five or take a few weeks.

Princess: Now we say it all the time!

Harry: So that’s it then yeah?

Interviewer: Yeah that’s it! Thank you so much for your time this was so fun.

Niall: It was fun gettin ta hear what people wanna know bout the three of us. Hope it wasn’t borin.

Princess: Us boring? Never.

#life with narry #interview #niall horan #harry styles #narry #harry styles imagine #niall horan imagine #narry imagine #my little irish marshmallow #my little lanky baby

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crabmono · 4 years ago

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The Merman

(A WIP of my own mc *a siren mc* and the om! boys. I need more ideas for this concept tbh)

Third-born brother, Avatar of Envy, Leviathan.

Outside of schooling and meals, Leviathan typically spent his time in his bedroom. He'd play games, or watch anime, or do anything a typical otaku would do. He'd settle in right by his aquarium, listening to the sounds of the water if he didn't have something else to enjoy. This was how he spent his days.

Though, today, something was off.

There in his aquarium, a creature stood out to him amongst the fish. A long, white and orange fishtail with green fins. That's unusual. Did someone find him a new fish? Henry couldn't have grown into that in the span of one school day, so.. what is that?

Leviathan stared at the creature that had its back turned. He found it odd, not only did it have the long tail which resembled a koi fish, but it seemed to have a lot of reddish brown… hair? Was that hair??

The creature seemed to be running a hand under, of all things, Henry. The goldfish seemed just fine, in fact he wasn't at all scared. He seemed playful, in fact.

The goldfish swam around, even playing through the long creature's hair, before turning Leviathan's way. Within a moment, the creature, too, turned.

Leviathan let out a small gasp.

It almost looked human.

Brown hair and even eyebrows, plump lips and a button nose. Though, it's red eyes looked a little odd. The spot where one's eyes would be white was, instead, black. It also had scale patches of varying colors all over it's skin.

At the sight of Leviathan, the creature suddenly dashed, hiding itself somewhere where it wouldn't be visible. Leviathan stood in disbelief. He looked down and crossed his arms, letting out a sigh.

"Now what is that? And who put it in my tank?"

Shrugging, Leviathan settled into his chair and decided to worry about things later.

About an hour passed when a knock at the door distracted Levi from his game.

He looked up and tugged off one headphone with eyes that could kill.

"Levi."

The eldest brother, Avatar of Pride, Lucifer. He stood in the doorway with brows arched upward.

"Have you seen Kiyoshi?"

Levi sighed and leaned back in his chair.

"Was I supposed to go see him?"

"No, but we can't find him anywhere. Asmodeus had gone to his room to ask for something and he wasn't there. I haven't seen anything and he's not picking up his d.d.d."

"Try again." Levi said, looking back to his computer.

Lucifer shook his head, but hey, worth a shot. He pulled up Kiyoshi's contact information and hit 'call.'

…..

and his ringtone could be heard.

"So he is in here. Leviathan, why are you lying to me?"

Levi looked over, staring at a wall. "... what?" He looked down. ".. I thought that sound was.. that explains why I kept hearing music.."

"Where is he?"

".. I don't.. know..?" Levi said, taking his headphones off. He stood from his chair and walked around, before finding the ringing device under a set of neatly folded pajamas.

Kiyoshi's.

"Wait, what?"

Leviathan stared at the pajama set with huge eyes.

Lucifer, on the other hand, was fuming.

"I don't understand. I thought you two had been getting along."

"But we have.."

"If anything serious has happened, Lord Diavolo will not be pleased."

"Lucifer, I'm serious." Levi said with a raised voice. "I don't know why his stuff is in here."

Off in a corner of the aquarium, the creature Leviathan had seen sat under a good camouflage, watching everything unfold.

Shit.

Shit shit shit.

This was not good.

How could he get out now? And especially that the brothers will question things when he is able to get out.

Why didn't his alarm go off? One hour, that's all. Yet, now he sat having to conceal himself from the two demons in the room.

This is really bad.

".. By the way," Leviathan said, glancing over to his tank. "Who got me a new fish?"

Lucifer huffed. "I don't understand how that could possibly be important right now."

"No, seriously. It's the most unique thing I've ever seen. Who got the new fish??"

With a sigh, Lucifer pinched the bridge of his nose. "Levi. This isn't important."

"No, look!"

Unlucky for the hiding creature, the last few inches of it's fin and tail stuck out enough to be visible.

With a groan, Lucifer glanced over.

… huh. That's definitely odd.

He stepped closer to the tank, taking a closer look. "Now that you mention it, that does look unique." He said. ".. though we truly shouldn't be looking at this right now. Levi-"

"Do you know who got it?"

".. no. I don't."

Levi humphed, pulling out his D.D.D. He pulled up the groupchat with his brothers.

Leviathan: who put the new fish in my tank?

Mammon: the hell are ya talkin about? What new fish??

Mammon: Also is Key in your room???

Levithan: uh no. his stuff is though. super weird, idk lol

Asmodeus: His stuff is in there? Why?

Leviathan: k look idk. dont ask me ask him

Mammon: HOW ARE WE SUPPOSED TO???

Belphegor: he's not in the attic.

Leviathan: ok seriously who got the fish.

Leviathan: satan???

Satan: No, I haven't purchased any fish for anything.

Asmodeus: what fish?

Beelzebub: that sounds good

Leviathan: not cooking it.

Leviathan: it's like a koi fish but really big. and it looks a lot like a person too. but the whites of its eyes are black

Satan: What? Wait, I'm coming there. I want to see.

Lucifer: We should focus on finding Kiyoshi.

Only a few minutes went by when Satan appeared.

"Levi, I want to see this fish." He said, walking up to the aquarium.

Leviathan shrugged. "It's not in the same place anymore. I can't see it." He said, tilting his head. "What suddenly got you interested anyway?"

"I don't know how, but I think you may have a siren in your tank."

… Levi paused. "Huh???"

"I'm dead serious." Satan walked up to the tank, glancing around the area. ".. I want to see it."

"I told you I don't see the-"

The sudden flash of white and orange caught them both by surprise.

The creature still tried to hide, but Satan caught a glimpse of the face.

".. definitely. The black sclera is a token sign." He turned to Levi. "How did you get it?"

Levi groaned. "Have I not explained this enough?? I don't know!"

#obey me #shall we date #beelzebub #leviathan #lucifer #mammon #obey me shall we date #obey me! shall we date?#om! shall we date #belphegor #admodeus #satan #om! satan

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shinymooncolor · 5 years ago

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@siriuslyqueer gave us goalies, pining and angst. @wxlfstxrx some much needed fluff. So I thought we’d do a bromance hat trick with a little sweater weather chat. Love ya all 🏒❣️

@lumosinlove created a well of wonderful oc’s and they’re all my new mvp’s. 🥰

Sweater weather chats #3

Nado is fuckboy extraordinaire. Kuny is mad. Olli is so done. Logan does not have a curfew. Or does he? Dumo grounds Nado. Walker worships Noelle. Remus chokes on his tea. Kasey ruins zucchinis for Dumo. Does cars have names? There’s a ritual burning. Everyone is up early on a Sunday.

——

Sunday 3.44 am

7 missed calls from Nado.

Nado:

kuny please pick up

I’m sorry. Fuck I messed up okay.

I’m so sorry okay. Fuck just call me back.

Wtf you took my Porsche? Over the line man.

Fuck you told Sergei. His wife just cAlled and yelled. She’s terrifying. I’m sorry

Kuny please come home.

Sorry.

Please

Kuny

Evgeni. Please I’m sorry okay

You’re my best fucking friend and you’re supposed to forgive me. I’m an idiot. Just come home. I’m not gonna stop texting. I will fucking not let you walk out on me man.

I said I was sorry. Please man. Sorry.

Please.

I’ll join some freakin cult and become a monk if it gets you to talk to me.

—-

Sunday 7.23 am

Nadotheman: guys has anyone heard from kuny yesterday or today? Please I need to speak to him

Sergei_81: give him some time. you did something bad and he’s mad. He will come home when he is ready

Nadotheman: he’s got my Porsche. Is he with you? Can I come over

Sergei_81: he’s not here. We got family visit. No time for your stupid fights

Prongstar: what did you do Nado? Ate his mom’s homemade cake again? Or did you forget to water his aloe Vera plant?

Ollibear: he’s here. Don’t call him.

Siriusly: what happened?

CarbO’Hara: Broke the fuckign code @nadotheman not cool

Prongstar: WHAT DID HE DO? @russiangod also how does finno know?

Ollibear: please stop texting him. I’m worried he might snap the remote or my PlayStation

LoganTremblayzzz: @nadotheman hope you got insurance. 911 turbo not looking good. Hahahaha

Prongstar: what. Happened?

Ollibear: he turned up here at 4 am, scaring the shit out of mrs. Williams next door. Woke up when she screamed. Apparently 6.4” Russian guy in a black hoodie is not what you expect to bang on your door at that hour. He’s been fuming in Russian ever since. And he ate all our Doritos. Stole nado’s Porsche. We gathered he’s mad at Nado but not sure why. Got him to at least talk to Sergei

Sergei_81: he’s got good reason to be mad. Nado can tell you what he did.

Timmyforrealz: what does this mean: он спал с моим двоюродным братом @sunnysideup @sergei_81

Sunnysideup: what?? Oh nado. This is bad.

Prongstar: I used google translate. @nadotheman you slept with his sister?!

Siriusly: !!!

Talkiewalkie: over the line bro. Damn.

Sunnysideup: wait he doesn’t have a sister? Does he?

Sergei_81: yes he means cousin.

DamnFoxy: wow. This is lowkey funny. Sorry but I’m laughing

Prongstar: spit my tea out

RussianGod left the conversation

Nadotheman: fuck look what you idiots did.

Siriusly: you did his cousin.

DamnFoxy: 😂😂😂

Talkiewalkie: uh not cool bro. Like. Fuck.

Timmyforrealz: you talkin about fucking sisters? Aren’t you putting the moves on Logan’s sister?

LoganTremblayzzz: @timmyforrealz 🤦🏽🙅🏼🙍🏾👎🏻🖕🏻

Talkiewalkie: I’m dating noelle. Not putting moves on her. I’m worshipping the very ground she walks on. She’s a goddess and I’m but a mortal man

Kaneyoudigit: can you just keep it in your pants for once, Nado…. jeez

Eliascookie: HAHAHAHHAHAHAAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHHAHAAHHHH. You’re never meeting my sister. Ever. Damn.

Newt-leo: shut up this isn’t about noelle. Nado wtf? Didn’t wanna believe Finn and lo. He’s texted finn but in Russian. Think it was meant for sergei. Did you really sleep with his cousin?

Krisvolley: wow. Anyone checking up on Kuny? Shit. Can’t leave the two of you alone.

LeWilliam: yeah, is Kuny alright @ollibear? Also, @nadotheman - you freaked when he kissed that waitress. Karma is a fuckin bitch 😏

Nadotheman: fuck off cubs.

EvanderBell: oi. No need to be mad at us. You messed up. You deserve this. Also if he totals Dolores it’s totally on you!

Nado the man: shut up. Everyone. I know I screwed up okay? Fucking hell. They look nothing alike and she didn’t tell me.

Sunnysideup: didn’t you meet her through kuny?

Nado the man: well yea. went out for a drink. Kuny was being boring and went home. Talked to her and we got along and well.

Bradygunz: did you at least pay for her drink? Also uncool bro

Nado the man: I paid. Fuck off.

Dumodad: I’m away for 1 day. 1 day boys. @nadotheman do I have to ground you? Adele is serving 2 weeks for lying about her homework and having a boy in her rooM after curfew.

Prongstar: dropped the ball with Logan then @dumodad, eh?

Sergei_81: I support grounding Nado.

LoganTremblayzzz: @prongstar like lily didn’t ground you when you came home sans shirt and with kasey’s jeans on backwards Also I never had girls in my room after curfew. Also don’t have curfew.

Dumodad: yes you did. Curfew at least.

Blizzard: holy fuck. Just woke from a nap. Wtf? Also @prongstar, @logantremblayzzz never had GIRLS in his room. Just had Leo and finn. Playing hide the zucchini.

Siriusly: @blizzard. Loops just choked on his tea.

Dumodad: I can never eat a zucchini again. Merde

BliZzard: just keeping it real boys. Also don’t be hard on @nadotheman he’s a man whore. One day he’ll grow up

Nadotheman: I’m older kasey and shut up

Ollibear: Nado you really have to apologize.

Timmyforrealz: @nadotheman this is serious. Olli just ate a box of moomin cookies. Nado please fix your relationship. Olli can’t handle his parents fighting. He’s legit green looking. He’s eating junk food. I’m scared.

Nadotheman: Olli tell them you were there. She came on to me. She never mentioned Kuny

Ollibear: I’m not getting involved. Also you owe me $432 for the champagne. And he introduced you before he left.

Prongstar: 😂😂😂😂😂😂😂

Dumodad: @nadotheman you’re grounded. No clubbing or I will call your mom.

———

Sunday 7.56 am

Nado: Olli please is he with you guys? I need to speak to him.

Olli: I’m sorry he doesn’t wanna see you. Please give him some time.

Nado: 💔

—

Sunday 8.02 am

Nado: I’m not gonna leave. I’m parked outside and you’ve got to call the cops to get me to leave. You’re my best friend dammit and I’m sorry. Fuck please just talk to me!

Kuny: don’t want talk. Is hard. I’m smart in Russian. English stupid.

Nado: wait then get Olli or Timmy to type it. Just tell me how I can make it up to you.

Kuny: hi Nado. Olli here, I’m typing for him. Timmy is trying to salvage our remote.

I’m trying to type and understand ok? Kuny knows his cousin is (I’m paraphrasing here - I refuse to call a woman that) sociable and he’s mostly upset cause he’s worried about you. Okay he didn’t mean that - he means that he’s upset you slept with her but he’s also worried cause he says you fall in love too quickly. (You two are idiots - he’s trying to protect your feelings) he does not want me to type that. But he broke our remote. But he’s also mad you slept with her after he said not to. And he claims he did tell you. How much did you two drink? When I picked up the tab you’d only had a few bottles of champagne and you gave most of that to the hen party in the next booth. Also he’s mad you had sex - god, Nado - the living room, really? At least go into your bedroom. Apparently you had a deal you wouldn’t do that. Wow you need some self control buddy. Okay. Now he’s saying that he’s okay to talk to you. So you can come in. You better have showered!!!!

—-

Sunday, 8.27 am.

KrisVolley: @ollibear, what’s going on?

Ollibear: they’re fucking idiots. Stupid overgrown manbabies.

Timmyforrealz: well. Olli cursing is hilarious. It’s like Casper the friendly ghost saying fuck... 😂 Quite anti-climactic. Was anticipating a fist fight or at least a black eye. They just talked and @nadotheman cried. Ha. Long clingy chat short; Kuny was afraid his cousin was just using Nado - like he’d ever object? Nado admitted he was drunk and upset with Kuny over something else (they’re like my teenage twinsisters I swear) also Kuny was mad Nado fucked his cousin on the couch. So not classy @nadotheman... Jesus this soap opera is like the episode of friends where chandler is in a box.

Sergei_81: they ok?

Nadotheman added RussianGod to the chat

RussianGod: we good. But he has to do embarrassing thing now. I chose. Will think long before decide. Also he buy new couch

Prongstar: Kuny my dear friend - I will happily help think up evil revenge. Also burn the couch

Nadotheman: I didn’t fucking cry. He stinks. My eyes watered from the stench.

Blizzard: aw Nado its okay. We know you’re in an established bro-tionship.

Talkie-walkie: am I the only one worried about the Porsche? She does not deserve to suffer just because Nado is a slut.

RussianGod: dolores is fine. Love car too much. Only wanted to scare Jackie.

Nadotheman: stop calling me that kun(t)y. 😘

Ollibear: ffs you two just made up, just kiss and get the fuck out. I’m done being your therapist. Good night.

Timmyforrealz: they broke olli. He even kicked a chair and hurt his toe. Haha he’s cursing in Finnish. He also has hidden nado’s car keys. Dolores is ours now.

——

They did a ritual burning of the couch. Dumo did call Nado’s mother. She grounded him and gave Kuny a bunch of embarrassing photos of teenage Nado. We’re talking frosted tips and platform shoes.

#lumosinlove #sweaterweatherchats #sweaterweather #sweaterweatherchatsnr3 #hattrick #bromance

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Take it Slow - Part Sixty-Nine

a/n: okay this is my first shot at a harry:y/n fic, and it will be multiple parts. y/n had a bad experience with an ex over a year ago, and finally accepts her coworker and good friend Niall’s invitation to go on a blind date with his friend Harry.

Warnings: Fluff, smut, and angst. Long part, whoops!

Masterpost (all previous parts can be found in the masterpost)

The next morning, you get up at 4:30 to take Buster out. You wanted him to get used to you taking him out in the morning. He was still asleep when you picked him up out of his crate. You take him down to the street, and walk him a bit. Once he’s tired out you bring him back up. You get his breakfast and some fresh water ready. He plops on the floor and watches you do a quick home work out. He thinks you want to play when you start jumping up and down. Eventually you decide to just play with him on the ground and toss a tennis ball for him to play fetch with. He was so smart already.

Harry eventually wakes up and comes out just wearing his boxers. Buster trots over to him and you smile as he crouches to pet him.

“Hey little guy, how’d yeh sleep?” The dog yips at him and Harry laughs. “Oh good, mummy and I were worried.” He looks at you. “Take him out and all that?”

“Mhm, he took the cutest little poop.” You giggle. “Fed him too. I’ll probably have to take him out again soon.”

“I’ll take him, or we could take him together.”

“Yeah!” You look at your watch. “Oh! Niall will be leaving for work soon, let me text him to wait down at the street. It’ll be good to start socializing him.” Harry nods and goes to get dressed. “You look so cute in your painting pants.” You kiss his cheek and put the leash on Buster.

Niall crosses the street and picks Buster up immediately.

“Can yeh believe it? I’m an uncle!”

“Wait, let me take your picture with him.”

“The ones you posted yesterday were so cute. Your eyes were all red and puffy.” He laughs.

“She cried like a baby at Adam’s barn.” Harry explains.

“Surprised it wasn’t you.”

“Me too.”

“You can come play with him after work if you want. Sarah can come too of course.”

“Yeah, I’ll see what’s doin’. She’s getting’ stressed from end of year stuff. I didn’t know a third grade class could be so crazy.”

“Well she doesn’t exactly teach at the easiest school.” You say.

“No kiddin’.” He puts the dob back on the ground. “Well, I’ll see you all later. Hey, you should put him in the zoom chat later today. I’m sure everyone would love to see a puppy.”

“Will do! Have a good day.” You smile. You and Harry head down the street so Buster can pee again.

“He gets tired so easily.” Harry says, cradling him to his shoulder as he carries him back up.

“He’s still a baby. Baby’s get tired.”

“Will you bring him by around lunch time?”

“Of course! Would you like that Buster?” You say as you take him back from Harry. “Would you like to visit daddy later?” Harry’s face lit up, and you scrunch your face at him. “Don’t get too excited, I’m not bringing that word into the bedroom.”

“Don’t wantcha to.” He kisses your forehead. “I gotta go, love you.”

“Love you too, have a good day. Wave bye bye to daddy Buster.” You take his paw and move it back and forth. Harry takes his phone out and takes a picture of you. You stick your tongue out at him and he takes another picture. “Oh would you just leave already?!”

“Sorry, you’re just too cute.” He blows you a kiss and leaves.

You do your work up in the loft. Buster stays in your lap for most of the day. You take him for a good walk once mid morning hits, and you show him to everyone in your zoom meeting. Once it’s a little before noon you get him in the car and head to the studio.

Harry was upstairs in his office painting when he hears you come in. He comes right down and Buster runs to him. He picks up and swings him around (gently). Buster licks his cheek and he chuckles.

“I could certainly get used to this.”

“Wanna go for a walk, it’s beautiful out.”

“Sure!” Harry grabs his keys and locks up. He holds onto the leash as Buster walks. “How’s your day with him been?”

“Really easy. He’s been sitting on my lap while I’ve been working. He only peed on the floor once, and that was in the kitchen. I took him right out after it happened. Other than that he’s been going when I take him out. He’s a baby, so he’ll have accidents.” You shrug.

“I can’t wait to be able to just bring him with me to the studio once it’s up and runnin’.”

“My supervisor said I could bring him to work with me until you’re able to start bringing him.”

“Oh that’s great! They won’t mind?”

“He barely makes a peep, plus it’ll help socialize him.”

“Right.”

“I was thinking too, we could keep his hair on the shorter side. I don’t like floppy looking dogs.”

“My hair’s floppy and yeh like me just fine.”

“Yeah, but I don’t think Buster would like using a scrunchie to keep the hair out of his face like you currently are.”

“You’re just mad because I keep stealin’ yours.”

“I’m just going to buy you your own package.”

“The more the merrier.” He flashes you his shit eating grin and you nudge him.

Over the next couple of weeks, you and Harry take the time to train Buster. He has a few accidents, but nothing serious. He’s good about sleeping in his crate, and he’s been wonderful to bring to work with you. Harry keeps making progress on the studio. The furniture has been delivered and its’ starting to look like a real place. Mariah and Isaac both put their two weeks in, and start coming in to help Harry with the equipment.

“So I’ve been thinking, we should have a grand opening for your studio.” You say over dinner one night. “We could make a big social media event out of it. I think it would be nice for people to walk around and see everything. We could put some large prints up on the walls, and then get some booklets made. Isaac could book appointments on the spot.”

“I love the way your mind works, I think that’s a great idea.”

“Yay! So what I’ll do is put an event on the Facebook page, and then we can share it everywhere. I was thinking the beginning of June.”

“Sounds good to me. Thanks again for all your help. I feel like I get notifications every day asking when it’ll be up and running.”

“It’s been so much to-“ The dog yips at you. “What is it baby? Need to go out?” He yips again. “Okay, mumma take you out.” You get up from the table. “Mind cleaning up for me?”

“Sure.”

You put the leash on Buster and take him out to pee. He really needed to go.

“Good boy, Buster!” Harry hears as you come back inside about ten minutes later. “He needed to poop too.” You take the leash off and he rushes over to Harry.

“Good boy! Want daddy to get you a treat?” Buster yips at him. “Alright.” He goes into the kitchen and gets a dog cookie. “Now, yeh gotta sit, Buster. Sit.” Harry makes a motion with his hand, and the dog does so. “Good, down.” Buster lays on the floor. “Up.” He sits back up. “Good boy!” He gives Buster the street and scratches his head.

“I can’t believe how much bigger he’s already gotten in just a few weeks.”

“I know. His coloring is really startin’ to come in too.” You start tearing up, and Harry looks at you. “What’s wrong?”

“He’s just growing up so fast.” You sniffle. “He’ll be huge before we know it.”

“He’s only gonna be like twenty-five pounds. He’s one of the smaller ones, remember?” He holds you close to his chest.

“He’s just my precious baby and I want him to stay that way.” You say against him. Buster walks over to you both and looks up at you, wagging his tail. “C’mere my doll.” Harry closes his eyes to kiss you, but you’re bending down to pick Buster up. “God, pretty soon he’ll be too big to pick up, Harry.” You sniffle again and snuggle your face into Buster’s hair. “Let’s go snuggle on the sofa.” Harry stands there and watches you walk away. You look back at him. “Why are you just standing there?”

“Sorry, I honestly couldn’t tell if you were talkin’ t’me or the dog.” He walks over and sits down with you. Buster plops into his lap. “You call us the same names.”

“Aww, Buster, I think daddy’s jealous of how much attention I give you.” You scratch the top of Buster’s head and his tail wags.

“M’not jealous. You could just be more clear of who you’re talkin’ to. Like, could you leave doll for me?” You chuckle and shake your head.

“Sure, I’ll leave doll for you.”

“S’all I ask.” He turns the TV on, and he throws an arm around you. “Hey, babe?” You hum your response. “I left my laptop upstairs and I need it for a second, do yeh mind grabbin’ it? I’d get up, but I’m afraid he’s snoozin’.”

“Sure.” You get up and Harry watches you go up the spiral staircase. There was a box on top of his laptop. You furrow your eyebrows when you see it has your name on it. You open it up and he hears you gasp from upstairs. You come running down. “What’s this?!” You say holding a watch in your hand.

“Happy nine months, love.” You come over and give Harry a big kiss.

“Thank you sweetie, you didn’t have to get me anything. I feel like shit, I didn’t get you anything.”

“You give me somethin’ every day.” You put it on and sit back down.

“What’s that?”

“A life that I love so much.”

“Put the dog in the crate.” You say, giving him your bedroom eyes.

“Yes ma’am.” He salutes you and carries the dog to the crate. You smack his butt while you race by him. “Oi! None of that tonight.” You turn to look at him and pout. “Okay…maybe some of that.” He chases you into he room and you squeal.

“Kyle, I’m gonna be super busy this weekend. I’m getting things together for the house warming in a couple weeks, and I’m planning Harry’s grand opening.”

“Please! Mum had to back out and we’re desperate. We’ll bring over everything you need. Lily doesn’t want him with Bridget or Erica, she really only trusts you.”

“Bridget is a fucking nanny what do you mean?!”

“I know it doesn’t make a lot of sense, Lily just feels more comfortable leaving him with you. I know you just got the dog and everything, but we haven’t had a weekend away in a really long time, please.”

“I can’t believe you’re doing this to me three days before…ugh fine. We’ll watch him this weekend. But you’re picking up and dropping off.”

“Thank you! We owe you big time.”

“Yes, you do.”

You sigh and hang up the phone. You turn around to Buster who’s laying in his dog bed in your office.

“Well Buster, you’re gonna have a visit from your cousin Michael this weekend.” The dog yips and you giggle. “Yeah, it’ll be fun.” Niall comes to your office.

“Ready to take him for a walk?”

“Sure thing Uncle Niall.” You both laugh, and put the leash on Buster.

“He’s like our little office dog now.”

“I know, everyone’s been so nice about having him around.”

“He’s so well behaved, how could we not like havin’ him.” You get down to the street and he trots along a pace a head of you, looking back occasionally to make sure you’re there. “Quite the mumma’s boy, huh?”

“He takes after his father.” You say with a smirk and Niall bursts out laughing.

“Monkey see, monkey do, I suppose.” He smiles at you still laughing.

“Get this, I have to babysit my nephew all weekend.”

“You seem annoyed by that.”

“Normally I’d be over the moon, but I’m planning two parties, and we’re still training Buster. I’ve got my own baby now.”

“Well, now you’ve got two.” He nudges you. “He gettin’ jealous at all?”

“Of what?”

“How much attention you’re givin’ the dog over him.”

“Not jealous…more like a slight annoyance. But it’s cute.”

Harry gets home from the studio exhausted. Him and Mariah were hanging things on the walls all day while Isaac dictated where everything should be.

“I’m home!” He yells when he doesn’t see you. “Where the fu-“

“Good boy Buster!” You giggle as you come in through the door. “Oh hey, did you just get in?” You ask, kissing him on the cheek.

“Yeah, didn’t know where yeh were for a second.”

“Baby needed to do his business.”

Buster sniffs at Harry’s feet and looks up at him with his tongue hangin’ out.

“Hey buddy, missed yeh today.” He looks at you. “Thought you might’ve brought him by…”

“Too busy today. Niall and I took him out for a quick walk at lunch, but that was it.” You take the leash off Buster and he follows you around. “Dinner’s wrapped up in the kitchen for you.”

“Thanks.” Harry scarfs down his food and joins you and the dog on the sofa.

“So get this.”

“What?”

“We’re babysitting Michael this weekend, like overnight.” Harry blinks at you. “Shit, I thought you’d be more excited.”

“I have two weddings on Saturday, I’ll be gone all day, and most of the evening.” He runs a hand through his hair. “When are they bringin’ him?”

“Friday night…”

“Two nights? Well, at least I can help a bit Friday. I’m sorry.”

“It’s okay, I’ll be able to handle it.”

“Are you sure?”

“Yeah.” You were slightly annoyed, but there was nothing you could do.

Friday night Kyle and Lily bring Michael over with everything he’ll need.

“I just ask that he sleeps in the room with the two of you. He’ll sleep comfortably in his pack and play, but I don’t want him to get scared if he wakes up and doesn’t know where he is.” Lily explains.

“Sure, we can do that.” You smile and she helps you set up the pack and play in the bedroom.

“How’s the pup treating you guys?” Kyle asks Harry.

“Oh, he’s been great. We got lucky with an easy one.” Buster was on the floor sniffing away at Michael who was in his bouncy loving the way Buster’s hair felt on his skin.

“Okay, all set up.” Lily says.

“All the food for him is in the fridge. He’s usually good, but he’ll cry the second he’s hungry. Make him wait a few minutes though. He needs to know he can’t get what he wants the second he wants it.”

“Kyle…I’ve watched him before, I know what to do.” You laugh.

“Okay, okay. Thank you both again.”

You say goodbye to them and looks over at the two babies on the floor.

“So��he’s really sleepin’ in the room with us?”

“Yeah, Buster’s gonna be pissed.” You pat his head and then take Michael out of the bouncy. “It’s almost your bed time, dude.” You give him a little raspberry on his cheek and he giggles. You cradle him to your chest and rock him back and forth. Harry watches you lovingly. “Don’t even look at me.” He starts laughing.

“Why?”

“A dog is plenty right now.”

“I didn’t even say anything!”

“Shhh! He’s starting to doze off. It’s easier to get him into the pack and play if he’s already asleep.” You press your lips to his head. “Can you take Buster out while I put him down, he’s out.”

“Yeah.”

When Harry comes back he finds you leaning over the pack and play stroking at Michael’s head, lulling him to sleep. Harry stands in the doorway with Buster at his side.

“Stay.” He says quietly to him as he walks in. He smiles at you and you gesture to leave the room. You grab the baby monitor and close the door.

“Did he go?”

“Yup, took a massive dump for his daddy.”

“Don’t be gross.”

“You tell me about his shit all the time, why can’t I?”

“Because you say things like massive dump.” You make a disgusted face. Buster lays at your feet as you sit on the sofa.

“Wanna have a shag out here?”

“Harry, what the fuck is wrong with you?”

“Well, we can’t in there with Michael sleepin’. Surely you couldn’t keep quiet enough.” He smirks.

“I’m not fucking you out here.”

“How about in the kitchen then?”

“No.” His face falls into a pout. “Three babies. I have three babies in the house this weekend.” You sigh and rub your temples.

“S’not very nice. M’gonna be gone all day tomorrow.”

“I’m aware.”

“Are you mad?”

“No.”

“Really, because yeh seem mad.”

“I’m gonna get mad in like two seconds if you don’t stop.” You grab the remote and turn the TV on. Harry stays quiet while you both watch TV. Eventually you lean your head on his shoulder and he throws an arm around you. Buster sits on both of your laps and you mindlessly pet him.

“I gotta go to bed.” Harry says around nine. “I have to be up really early.”

“Okay, I’ll join you.” You yawn. “I’m tired too actually.” You look at Buster. “Time for bed baby.”

Buster goes right for his dog bed and plops down. You and Harry quietly do your things and get into bed. He spoons you for most of the night. Luckily Michael was at a point where he was sleeping through the night. He woke up around when Harry did. You groan when you hear him cry.

“I’ll take care of it, and then I’ll put him in the bed with you.” He whispers.

“He needs to be changed and fed.”

“I’ve got it.”

Harry grabs a fresh diaper and everything else and brings Michael into the guest room.

“Oh good, you took a massive dump too.” He sighs, but takes care of it. Michael giggles when he’s all cleaned up. “Yeah, yeah, Uncle Harry’s real sweet to you, huh?” He carries him into the kitchen to get him a bubby and he feeds him.

Harry waits for Michael to burp up before changing him into some fresh pj’s, and he brings him to the bed with you.

“Auntie?” You groan your response. “Michael’s here.” You mindlessly reach out for him and Harry lays him on your chest. He smiles as he watches you cradle him to your chest.

“Do you have time to take care of Buster?”

“Uhhh, yeah I can do that.”

Harry rushes around taking Buster outside and getting him fed. He’s a little less quiet while he gets his suit on. He kisses you before he leaves, and out the door he goes. An hour or so later you hear Buster whimpering from the other side of the door. You carry Michael on your hip and open the door.

“Need to go out again baby?” The dog yips and you sigh. You slide a pair of sneakers on and go out the door in your pj’s. “Shit, how am I supposed to shower?” You look at Michael as if he would have the answer. “I could stick you in a laundry basket I suppose. Would it be weird to take you in with me?”

It’s not like Michael would remember seeing you naked, but you still felt weird about it. You pick up the phone and call the person you knew you could.

“Be over in a few minutes.”

“Are you sure? Sarah’s not with you?”

“No, her and Rachel wanted to have a roomie night last night. I’m actually free today.”

“Great!”

Niall comes over and you open the door for him.

“Thank you so much, I’m desperate for a shower. I just changed Michael and he’s had a new bubby so he shouldn’t be hungry. Buster’s just been out too.”

“Y/N, it’s fine. Go take your shower, and relax”

“Thanks.” You sneeze loudly.

“Bless you.” He laughs.

“Thanks.” You sniffle.

“Feelin’ okay?”

“Honestly, no. I have a headache and my ears hurt. I think I’m getting my seasonal sinus infection.” You groan.

“Take a very long shower then, clear all that shit out.”

“Thank you, you’re a lifer saver.”

Niall takes Michael and sits on the sofa with him. Buster sits on the on cushion next to him. You get into the shower and stand under the warm water for a while, getting all your hair wet. You blow your nose as much as can, but you’re super congested. You get out of the shower, eventually, and brush your hair out, leaving it wet, something you rarely did. You put on Harry’s grey joggers and one of his over-sized sweatshirts. Actually, it looked normal on him, it was just over-sized on you. You throw on some fuzzy socks, and head out to the living room.

“Uh oh, wet hair, that’s not a good sign.”

“I don’t have the energy to dry it.”

“You sound even worse.” He frowns. “Are you sure it’s not a cold?”

“I know it’s not. It’s the beginning of a sinus infection, I can feel it.” You plop down and Buster moves to your lap. “You can put Michael in his bouncy you know? It’s pretty cute.”

Niall drags it over and puts him in. You both watch as he entertains himself.

“Thanks for helping out. Harry has two weddings today. I don’t know how I’m supposed to watch the both of them by myself now that I don’t feel good. But I guess people do it all the time.”

“Y/N, I told you I don’t have plans today, I can hang out and help.”

“I couldn’t ask you to do that. It’s a nice day out.”

“When was the last time you and I just spent a day together? Besides, you need someone to help take care of you.”

“Do you wanna binge Stranger Things from the beginning?”

“God, yes.” You both giggle and he fires up the TV. “I’m gonna make yeh some tea.”

“Thank you.” You grab his hand and squeeze it. You smile at each other and then he goes into the kitchen.

You and Niall have a great day together. He helps you with Michael and Buster so you can rest. Your head was killing you, even after having taken some Tylenol. You both also enjoy your binge of your favorite show. Harry texts to check in a couple times, but you forget to answer.

“I’m gonna go put Michael down, could you take Buster out?”

“Yup, got a spare key f’me?”

“Mhm, in the bowl by the door.” He nods and you both go to complete your tasks. “He’s so good, falls right asleep.”

“Do yeh think your brother and Lily went to go make another?” He says with a cheeky grin.

“God, I don’t even want to think about that.” You laugh and pat Buster’s tummy as he lays at your feet.

You end up putting a pillow in Niall’s lap so you can lay down. He keeps a hand on your head and plays with your frizzy hair. There were only so many people in the world that you let see you like this. It had been so long since you and Niall had a proper cuddle, you missed it so much. You eventually drift off, but he doesn’t mind. It was a long day, and he was enjoying the continued binge of the show.

Harry walks in around 8:30PM. He was exhausted and already starting to take his clothes off. He stops short when he sees Niall, who has a finger pressed to his lips to signal to be quiet. Harry looks at him extremely confused.

“She’s not feelin’ well.” He whispers. Harry walks around to the sofa and doesn’t like what he sees. Niall’s hand in your hair and your face nestled into his stomach.

“What do you mean she’s not feelin’ well? Why didn’t either of you call me? She didn’t text me back all day.”

“What would callin’ yeh do? You were workin’.” He sighs. “She called me cause she needed a shower, and I didn’t have plans. When I got here she didn’t look great, and she got worse as the day went on so I stayed to help. Baby’s sleepin’, dog went to his bed on his own. Think she’s got a sinus infection. She gets a really bad one this time of year, she was due.”

“Right, well, I’ll take her to bed now…thanks.”

“You could be less of a prick you know?”

“I’m not!” He hushes himself. “I’m not bein’ a prick.”

“Yeah, ya are.”

“Look at her, she’s all cozied up to you.” He gestures.

“News flash, mate, not the first time her head’s been in my lap.”

“What the fuck is that supposed to mean?”

“Oh my god, you’re impossible. What are you, cranky? Get her off of me if you’re so bent outta shape.”

Harry huffs and gets his arms under you. You cling to Niall’s shirt at first and then you loosen your grip. Harry cradles you to his chest and you whimper.

“Shh, just me, baby girl.” He coos. You barely wake up. “Stay there, I’ll be right back.” Niall nods as Harry carries you to bed. You groan as he tucks you in. He kisses your forehead and goes back out to Niall. “Alright, set this scene for me, will you?”

“She needed to take a shower, so she called me. She said she didn’t feel comfortable being naked in the shower with Michael. She came out lookin’ worse than she did, so I helped her out. She napped when the baby did so I took the dog out a few times. I helped her feed both of ‘em. She cuddled Michael for a bit while we watched TV and then she put him to bed.”

“And then her head ended up in your lap?”

“There was a pillow there. We’ve done it plenty of times, not recently, obviously. I’ve taken care of her plenty of times while she’s been sick, and she’s done the same for me. We’re comfortable with each other. I’ve been her friend for almost three years, Harry. Don’t make a big deal out of it.”

“I should’ve been home with her today, not you.”

“You had to work.”

“I just don’t like that you’re her go to for every little thing.”

“You know, if Sarah had been here too you wouldn’t even have an issue.” He crosses his arms.

“Where is she anyways?”

“Roomie weekend. Her and Rach haven’t been spendin’ a lot of time together lately. We texted all day believe it or not.”

“And Y/N couldn’t text me back?”

“She was drowsy all day, and she had a terrible headache. If you hadn’t noticed all the lights are off.”

“I noticed.”

“You can be a grouch all you want, but I was a good friend today, to both of you. You could say thank you.”

“Thanks for cuddling with my girlfriend, mate, that’s a big help.” Niall pinches the bridge of his nose.

“I really can’t fuckin’ stand you sometimes. You’re jealous for no reason.”

“It’s hard to be pissed when I walk in and see the love of my life curled up with you!”

“Her head was in my lap! It’s not like my dick was pressed to her ass and we were spoonin’!”

“You might as well have been!”

“You two woke the baby up.” They both whip their heads to look at you.

When Harry put you to bed you had woken up and changed into just a t-shirt, you were sweating from the heavy clothes. Michael started crying right when you had fallen back asleep. You got him back to sleep, but you were pissed.

“Y/N, go put some clo-“

“Niall, thank you for all your help today, may I speak with Harry privately?”

“Yeah, lemme know how you’re feelin’ tomorrow, alright?”

“Mhm.”

He grabs his things and heads out. You glare at Harry. You weren’t sure where to start, so you don’t. You didn’t want to wake Michael up again, and you didn’t want Buster getting riled up.

“I’m going back to bed, please sleep on the sofa.”

“Excuse me?”

“I don’t feel well, and I’m so far beyond aggravated. I don’t want you near me right now.”

“I’m sleeping on our-“

“If you don’t want to sleep on the sofa then sleep in the guest room. I don’t really care where you sleep, just as long as it’s not with me. We’ll talk about it tomorrow.” You turn on your heel and get back into bed.

Harry stood there and groaned. All he thought about all day was coming home to you. Now he was forced to sleep in his old bed, alone. The next morning you’re feeling a little better, but still congested. You knew you’d have to go to urgent care at some point for some antibiotics.

You get Michael out of the pack and play, and lay him on the bed to change him.

“There’s a happy boy.” You smile while he giggles.

Harry was just coming in with Buster when you come out with Michael.

“He’s, uh, fed…”

“Thank you.”

“When will Kyle and Lily be here?”

“Soon.”

“Okay.”

Harry leaves you alone until your brother comes to pick him up.

“How was he?”

“Perfect, as usual. I have a little cold, but I’m not contagious. Sinus thing I think.”

“Alright, we’ll keep an eye on him. Thanks again!”

They pack everything up and head out. You cross your arms and look at Harry. He looks at you.

“I don’t feel like I’m wrong.” He starts.

“No? Okay, present your case to me then.”

“You didn’t text me back all day, if I had known you didn’t feel well, I would’ve come home.”

“And leave those poor people without wedding photos?”

“I have a backup, I’m not an idiot.” He sighs. “No, instead you call your other boyfriend, sorry, your husband, to come over and help you.” You burst out laughing, you can’t help it, you were so angry. “This is funny?”

“It’s hilarious! Do you even listen to yourself? Who the fuck else was I going to call? Rachel or Sarah? Niall’s right across the street, he was here in two seconds.” You scoff. “Also, Rachel and Sarah are terrible with children, absolutely terrible. I wouldn’t trust either one of them with Michael. Niall, however, has been around Michael since he was born. I told him he could leave after I showered, but he insisted he stay to help. And I’m glad I let him because I didn’t feel well, I still don’t.”

“I’m sorry about that, but-“

“And then what do you do?” You ask, cutting him off. “You come home, already in a bad mood because you were probably tired, and instead of being grateful that your best friend came to help your sick your girlfriend take care of your nephew and puppy, you blew up at him! I don’t care if you don’t apologize to me, but you certainly owe Niall one.”

“My nephew?” His face softens.

“Harry for the love of god!” You feel like you want to rip your hair out. “Yes! Your nephew! He’s my nephew, he’s yours, he’s ours! You’re his fucking uncle now, don’t you think?!” Harry can’t help but smile. “Stop fucking smiling! I’m so mad at you! You get so jealous and worked up for no reason!”

“No reason! Y/N, your head was in his lap, you had your arms wrapped around him, and you face was pressed into his stomach! Totally comfortable!”

“You’re damn right I was comfortable! Niall and I used to cuddle all the fucking time!” His jaw drops. “That’s right. Never like spooning or anything, but that’s typically how we’d lay. We’ve taken care of each other a lot when the other’s been sick, and that’s usually what happens. And it’s not like my head was against his crotch, there was a fucking pillow there. Grow up, Harry.”

“Grow up? Grow up?!”

“Yeah! I am so sick of having this same fight with you! This is the last time I’m going to say this, I do not now, nor have I ever wanted to fuck Niall. He has not now, nor ever wanted to fuck with me. I do not plan on risking our entire fucking relationship to fuck your best friend.” He opens his mouth to speak and then stops himself. “Have I made myself clear?” He nods yes. “Good, because I swear to god if we fight about this again, I’m done.”

“What do you mean you’re done?”

“I mean I’m done. This is the stupidest fucking fight, and we’ve had it several times. I don’t appreciate you not trusting me, and I’m sure he doesn’t appreciate you not trusting him. So, if you find this to be worth risking our relationship over then you can just-“

“Okay.”

“Okay?”

“Yeah, okay. You’re right, this is a stupid fight, and it’s not worth risking our relationship over.”

“So how do we move forward? I mean, clearly you have this like jealousy thing…I need to be able to interact with him the way that I do. I need to be able to laugh and whatever with him without worrying if it’s going to set you off.”

“I don’t know, honestly. I can’t help that I feel…ugh, how do I explain this? Um, remember when Julia made a pass at me?”

“Which time?” You scoff.

“When you walked in…and you said you didn’t anyone to think they could touch me like that. I feel the same way with you.”

“But Harry…Niall’s not into me like that. It’s platonic. I was also asleep, I didn’t know I had curled into him like that.”

“He was like playin’ with your hair and stuff.”

“And?”

“That’s super intimate!”

“It’s platonic! He was comforting me. I’ve played with his hair before too. We’re both touchy people, it’s how we show affection. I’m very affectionate with all my friends.”

“So you’re basically tellin’ me I just need to be cool with it.”

“No…but I don’t want you to think a touch or a smile means anything more than friendship between us. I mean, how many times do I need to remind you that I knew him before you? I have a whole history with him Harry.”

“I just didn’t think you two were that close because he never brought you out or around.”

“A lot of that was on me. He’d invite me to a lot of things, but I usually had plans with the girls, or I didn’t feel like going to a party where I’d only know him. He and I got into just hanging out one on one, and that worked for us.”

“And there was really never any moment between the two of you where you felt like you wanted to take it a step further?”

“Never, and I know he feels that way too. We’re just close.” You start sniffling as tears prick at your eyes. “You make me feel so guilty sometimes for loving him…and it’s not fair.”

“Please don’t cry.”

“I can’t help it.” You wipe your eyes. “I’m allowed to have friends, male friends.” You cry harder and Buster comes over to you. “When I was in high school, and even in college I had a lot of guy friends. And time and time again they would tell me they couldn’t be my friend anymore because their girlfriends didn’t trust me. I’m a very nice person, and I would never put someone in that position. I don’t know what’s so non-trusting about me, but it makes me feel like shit that my own boyfriend doesn’t even trust me.” He crosses the room and takes you in his arms.

“I do trust you.”

“Then it’s him you don’t trust.”

“I’ve known Niall a lot longer than you. He’s…a great guy, but I’ve I know what he’s capable of.”

“What are you talking about?”

“It was years ago, so it doesn’t matter. People change.”

“Harry.”

“There was a girl he dated in grad school and he cheated on her. She found out and broke up with him, obviously. I was no saint myself, but I knew I didn’t wanna be with one person. He shouldn’t have gotten into a relationship in the first place.”

“You can’t blame your own issues on something he did years ago.”

“I know.”

“So then why do you have these issues?”

“I don’t know, I just feel like you’re my girlfriend so you should come to me.”

“You were working!” You push him away.

“But if you had called me, then I could have told you to call him. At least I would’ve been in the know. You didn’t text me back all day. I walked in completely blindsided!”

“So I need to ask daddy permission in order to have my friends over, is that it?”

“Don’t be such a brat, that’s not what I meant.”

“Would you like to sleep in the guest room again tonight? Is that what you want?”

“Why, because I called you a brat?”

“No, because you’re acting like an asshole still.”

“Okay.” He nods.

“Okay what?”

“Okay, I’m actin’ like an asshole, you’re not wrong.”

“You know what?! I’m going to take the dog for a walk, a long walk. I suggest you go fix things with Niall. He’s pretty pissed.”

“How would you know?”

“I’ve been texting him all day. Wanna check my phone to make sure we haven’t been sexting or sending dirty pictures?” You put the leash on Buster and slip your sneakers on.

Harry takes a few deep breaths before going across the street. He keys right into Niall’s apartment. Him and Sarah were cuddled up on the couch.

“Jesus, Harry.” He says. “Glad we weren’t naked.”

“Sarah can I speak with Niall privately?”

“Whatever you have to say to him you can say in front of me.” She crosses her arms and Niall smirks.

“Great, so you’re mad at me too?”

“Harry, listen, I felt the same way you did months ago, remember? Y/N and Niall have a very special bond. There’s no need to be jealous or threatened.”

“I’m not threatened.”

“Then what’s your problem?” Harry’s jaw tenses.

“Babe, maybe you should go hang in my room for a bit.”

“Are you sure?”

“Yeah, he and I need to talk one on one.”

“Alright, but if I hear yelling I’m coming out.” She gets up and goes into Niall’s bedroom. Niall gestures for Harry to sit and he does.

“I’m sorry for flippin’ out on you. I know neither of you would do anything to hurt me, I don’t know why I get like this.”

“Look, after what I did to…Molly…I would never dare do it again. I’m close with Y/N and I don’t want you messin’ that up. I really cherish the friendship I have with her. It was bad enough when Sarah made things difficult, I don’t need you makin’ it worse. You know yesterday was the first time she and I hung out alone in months. Months, Harry. That’s not right. Sarah makes time to hang out with her friends, why can’t we?”

“So if Sarah had a really close guy friend, you wouldn’t even be a little suspicious?”

“How could I be? Especially if she had a friendship before we even met. If someone new came into her life and she all of a sudden was giving all her free time to them, then okay, I’d be suspicious. It’s just me, you know me.”

“She told me if we fought over this again then she’d be done with me…” Harry starts to tear up. “She’s really mad.”

“Do you blame her? Put it to rest. You have nothin’ to worry about when it comes to the two of us. At the end of the day, I’m sure it was you who she wanted to be curled up with and comforted by. I wasn’t steppin’ in as her boyfriend for the day either. I’m her friend and I was there for her, that’s it.”

“Okay.” He takes a deep breath. “I’m not gonna risk losin’ her over this, so I just need to get over myself.”

“Just don’t jump to the worst conclusion. I have nothin’ but the purest intentions.” Harry runs a hand through his hair.

“She made me sleep in the guest room last night.”

“Good, yeh didn’t deserve to sleep next to her.” He nudges him.

“I really am sorry. I was being ungrateful. I’m happy you’re right across the street, it’s the whole reason we moved there. She wanted to be closer to you. Probably for situations like yesterday.” He sighs. “I’ve not been a good friend.”

“You know what we need. We need a boy’s weekend. The weather’s gettin’ nicer. You, me, and Lou should all go campin’ like old times.”

“Man…that actually sounds like a good idea.”

“We could go memorial day weekend. Then the girls could get together too so no one would be alone.”

“I’ll run it by Y/N, send something in the group chat to see what Lou thinks. He could probably use the weekend away too.”

The two stand up and hug.

“Awwwww.” Sarah says and they look at each other.

“Were you listenin’ the entire time?” Niall asks.

“I couldn’t help it! I didn’t know if you two were gonna try to kill each other.” She smiles. “Group hug?”

“Jesus, c’mere.” Harry opens an arm up for her.

“You better go fix things with Y/N.”

“M’gonna. She should be back from walkin’ the dog now anyways.”

You were sitting on the sofa with Buster when Harry got back. He approaches you slowly.

“Um, hi.”

“Hello.”

“I apologized to Niall.”

“And did you mean it?”

“Yes.”

“Good.”

“I feel really bad for makin’ you so up set. I’m-“

“Harry, is it all done now? Are we done with this entire subject?”

“Yes.” He sighs.

“Okay, then we’re good.”

“Really?”

“Yes.” He comes to sit next to you.

“You sound a lot better.”

“I took a decongestant.” You both pet the puppy. “I feel a lot better actually.” You start blushing.

“That’s good.”

“Like, a lot better.” You put Buster on the floor and crawl into his lap. You nuzzle your nose against his neck.

“Wanna make up?” You smile against him and start kissing his neck. “I’ll take that as a yes.” You bite down on his skin harshly and suck. “Ah, shit.” He holds you close to him as you suck harder. You come off him and rub your thumb over the mark.

“I don’t wanna fuck in front of the dog, bring me to the bedroom.”

Harry picks you up and brings you to the room. Buster makes his way to his dog bed. Harry lays you down, and looks at you. You caress his face.

“What is it?”

“I just…can’t believe I was doin’ somethin’ that was enough to make you leave me.” He starts to tear up and you sit up on your knees to pull his head to your chest.

“I should not have said that. I’m sorry, I won’t ever say something like that again. I just hate that we kept having the same fight, I was so frustrated. I love you so much, Harry. I’ll never leave you.” You looks up at you with red and puffy eyes.

“You promise?”

“I promise.”

He kisses you, cupping your face in his hands. You tug at him as you lay back. One of his hands moves to knead of your breasts.

“Can we just be sweet on each other tonight? I missed yeh so much last night, I wanna be as close as possible.”

“Whatever you wanna do, doll.”

You strip each other of your clothes. Harry lays down all the way and lays your body on top of his. He licks at your core while you pump him, rubbing your thumb over his slit. You wrap your lips around him just as his tongue goes up inside you. The groan from your throat causes him to buck his hips up. His tongue swirls all around you and laps up at your wetness.

“Hold on.” He says. “I don’t wanna come yet.” You pop off him and lay down next to him.

“What do you wanna do now? That was feeling really good.”

“I wanna just slip inside you and stay there.”

“Okay.”

Harry hovers over you, and slips inside. You both moan at the contact. He doesn’t move, he just stays there. You stick your tongue out slightly and he meets it with his. You wrap your legs around him as the kiss deepens. He nips at your jaw and works his way to your neck.

“Ah.” One of your hands grips at his hair, and the other finds one of his hands so you can intertwine your fingers. He licks over the spot the spot he’s sucking on to soothe it, and moves onto another area of your neck.

He was kissing all over you and you loved it. His free hand moves to rub your slit. He starts with soft, slow circles. He looks at you and sees your lips are parted and your eyes are scrunched up. His thumb keeps working your clit, agonizingly slow.

“Harry.” You moan. You start tightening around him. He grits his teeth, but he keeps doing what he’s doing. “That feels so good.”

“You’re so wet.” He kisses on your collar bone and nips at the skin.

You tighten around him again as he rubs you just right. Your toes start to curl and you clench around him the tightest you have.

“Harry, ah, I’m gonna come.” You start thrashing underneath him, but he holds you in place. You squeeze the hand of his that you’re holding.

He feels you flutter and pulsate around him, and his cock throbs and twitches inside you.

“Shit, shit, shit.” He groans.

You both moan loudly as you come at the same time.

“God, that felt so good.” You say pushing his hair out of his face.

“I didn’t mean to come, I’m sorry. I could just really feel all of you coming it was incredible.” He kisses you and pulls out.

“Harry?”

“Yeah?”

“Do that thing I like…”

He smirks at you and sticks his middle and forefinger inside you before his come can spill out. Usually he pulls out right away and sticks them right in your mouth, but he starts pumping in and out of you.

“What, what are you doing?” You start panting.

“You didn’t really think we were done did you?”

“Fuck.” Your head rolls back into your pills as he pumps faster. “Flip me over, do it from behind.”

He didn’t have to be told twice. You two were making a mess, but neither of you cared. He fingers you from behind and it feels amazing.

“Want your cock again Harry, please, need it so bad.” He pumps himself a few times, and pulls his fingers out. You look at him over your shoulder and open your mouth.

“Fuck.” He says as you suck on his fingers. “Love it when you do that.” You lick your lips when he takes his fingers away.

“Put it in, fuck me up.”

His eyes grow wild. He lines you up with his tip and he thrusts inside. He hits bottom right away.

“God, that’s it.” You moan. “Fuck me, Harry.”

He pulls in and out harder and faster. You clutch at the blankets. His fingers press brusies into your hips. You loved how you two could go from having such a sweet, intimate moment to just be absolutely rough with each other. You push back against him and he groans. He gives your bum a harsh smack and your back arches.

Harry reaches around to grab your throat and pulls you back to him, back flush with his chest. Your head rests on his shoulder, and he uses his other hand to rub your clit while he rocks in and out of you. He keeps a firm grip on your throat. The lack of oxygen to your brain just adding to the intensity of the feeling he was giving your throbbing center. He feels you start to tighten around him again.

You gasp as you come and he loosens his grip on you so you can get some air. His thrusts slow and he kisses your temple. You lean back down on your elbows as he fucks into you even harder.

“Fill me up again, please.”

“Want me to come?”

“Yes, want you to feel so good.”

You tighten around him and he loses it, filling you up for the second time tonight. He collapses next to you after he pulls out.

“Love you so fuckin’ much.” He yanks you onto his chest.

“Love you too.” You kiss him tenderly.

“I’m sorry I’m such an idiot. I’d never do somethin’ to jeopardize all this again.”

“Harry, it’s okay. Please, I don’t want you to start worrying about be going anywhere. There’s nowhere else I’d rather be, no one else I’d rather be with.”

“Sweet girl.” He says, moving some hair out of your face. “I wish I could’ve been with you and the baby more this weekend.”

“Me too.”

“I would’ve taken such good care of you too. I would’ve made that noodle soup you like, and wrapped you up in a blanket, and just cuddled you all day.”

“Mm, that sounds really nice.” You nuzzle against him. “You always make things so cozy, Harry.”

His arms tighten around you, and suddenly you just don’t care about anything bad that happened. You two could get through anything as long as you kept trying. The good with Harry always outweighed the bad. Everything was worth it when you got to these moments. When he was just hold you and caress you. A proper cuddle with Niall was nice, but nothing was better than being wrapped in Harry’s strong, tattooed arms.

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the-l-spacer · 4 years ago

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Summary: Lloyd Allen is sick and alone at his house. This is unacceptable.

Written for Day 7 of Shaperaverse week, for the prompt ‘Family, Home’ - and is a continuation of the theatre kids au in chapter 1! I had a blast writing for this event. Thank you for reading!!

Lloyd Allen is sick. Like, sick sick. Not the sort where he gets a runny nose and maybe a hoarse throat that clears up in a day.

No, this is the everything-at-once, Chernobyl-nuclear-fucking-meltdown-anthropomorphised kind of sick. He’s hot (and not in the good way that, as Kelis once put it, brings all the boys to the yard). His throat feels like someone attempted to make him swallow hot control rods (to continue the Chernobyl metaphor). About every facial orifice is leaking steadily. Looking at himself in the mirror is an experience akin to staring at the Elephant’s Foot.

To put it sparingly, he feels like shit.

And, he laments, lying on his side on the living room couch, today is the absolute worst day to fall sick.

Through half open eyes, he gazes at the clock hung on the wall, — an old-fashioned thing circled with Roman numerals, because everything about his dad is old fashioned, a trait that passed from father to son — ticking steadily to 10am, when rehearsal is slated to start.

He briefly considers pushing himself off the couch, wrapping himself in a warm coat, and going anyways. After all, they’re just starting to rehearse Janissary in earnest, having almost memorized the scripts and choreography and blocking, and it physically pains him to be absent just when the real work is about to begin.

On the other hand, he can’t have the entire cast be bedridden because of him.

Mulling over his choices, he doesn’t remember when exactly he blacked out, only to be woken up again by the vibrating of his phone on the floor next to him.

Groaning, he reaches out his hand to answer it, and the very action feels like moving through slow, thick honey. He manages, but by the time he brings the phone to his face, the call ends.

The too-bright display tells him he missed a call from Asha.

A slight smile crosses his face. Of course she’d be the first to call him.

He dials back, and she picks up right away. “Lloyd?” Her voice is high and hurried. “Thank goodness you picked up. Me and the others are so worried. Are you all right?”

Try to sound like nothing’s wrong. “I’m fi-achOO!”

Well, so much for that.

“Oh Lloyd, you’re sick?”

“That- that much is obvious, Asha.” He forces the words out through a stuck throat, and is too busy cringing as sneeze-gunk runs down his face (gross) to regret his curt tone.

She sucks in a breath. “Sorry, sorry, god I’m such an asshole. Is it a fever?”

He wants to tell her that the asshole is him, that she shouldn’t waste her breath on someone as ungrateful as he, but all he manages is a short, “Yeah.”

“And from the sound of it, a sore throat and a stuffy nose as well. Do you have a glass of water somewhere nearby? Do you feel well enough to see the doctor?”

“No, and… no.”

“Lloyd- “

“Sorry.”

“- stop- stop hating yourself for one second. I was going to say I can come over right now, if you want me to.”

That’s enough to snap him awake. “NO!” He pauses, wiping his nose. “No. Continue rehearsing, take over for me. I want everyone’s lines fully memorized by next week.”

Now it’s Asha’s turn to be the naysayer of the conversation. He listens, with some grim satisfaction, as she splutters on the phone. “M-me? You want me to be- bu-“

“I’m sick, remember?” He coughs once, for emphasis. “You have to do what I say.”

“Alright, alright. I’ll do my best, and I’ll let the others know you can’t make it. In the meantime, you’re sure you’re okay?”

“Yyyyes?”

“And you’re sure you’re getting enough water? Did you take a panadol? I could get some soup delivered to you-“

The rest of the conversation passes in a blurry haze. He vaguely remembers telling Asha to very much not waste precious rehearsal time by ordering food for him, and was it a fever-induced hallucination, or did he tell David to take over as narrator? Did he comfort the fraught third year until he no longer could, Asha finally stepping in to tell him to rest?

Well that he can certainly do. As Asha says something about sleeping in a cold place, he is already drifting off on the couch. He watches the (decidedly not cold) living room’s ceiling fan turn lazy circles, he murmurs a half-conscious ‘I love you’ to Asha, and he finally surrenders to unconsciousness.

Knock knock.

Knock knock knock.

“Lloyd? Are you there?”

What….

Lloyd stirs, and immediately regrets doing so. His hair sticks to the nape of his neck, and a layer of awful post-nap sweat coats his skin. Yet, despite the warm, stuffy air, he’s shivering, curling into himself, trying to figure out if the knocks on the door are figments of his fevered imagination.

“I think he’s still asleep.” The voices he hears are muffled, but definitely there. Is that David?

“Nothing else for it, we gotta pick the lock. I can use my hairpin.”

“Jill, NO!” His ears pick up Asha’s shrill soprano.

Michael’s telltale drawl comes next. “Doesn’t Lloyd keep a key outside the house somewhere? Was it the doormat, or the flowerpot…”

Lloyd’s eyes drift closed once again, until…

“LLOYD!!!” Two blurs bound toward him, but are quickly yanked back.

“Don’t crowd him! He’s way too warm as is.”

Lloyd rasps, “Asha... ? And Jill and Michael a.. And David? What are you all doing here?”

He feels himself being lifted, bridal style, and pressed against a sturdy chest, can feel the vibrations as Michael speaks. “We’re here’ta take care of our favourite stage manager, of course!”

“But.. you.. Rehearsals?”

“Done and dusted,” David says, hovering behind Michael as he carries Lloyd into the bedroom, depositing him gently on his soft mattress. “It went… not terribly, if that’s what you’re wondering.”

“Pfft, Davey here’s bein’ waaay too modest. As you predicted, he makes a pre-tty awesome narrator.”

David opens his mouth to protest, but Michael shushes him. “Go, set up the Switch so our boy Lloyd has somethin’ to entertain himself with once he’s feelin’ better.”

The obliging theatre techie in David wins out over his self-deprecating side, and he obediently trots off, leaving Michael in the room with a rather overwhelmed Lloyd.

“Don’t lie,” Lloyd begins, “was he really…”

“Yes.” Michael fishes out a thermometer from his backpack and takes Lloyd’s temperature. “Woof, 38 degrees. You’re burnin’ up. Aaanyways, David’s a little nervous, sure, I’ll let Asha fill you in on all the specific details, but he’s got potential. A loootta potential.”

Lloyd lets out a breath. “Good.”

“Now less talkin’, more tryna’ get better soon, yeah?”

“Yeah.” Lloyd gives a small nod.

The other boy pats his arm, and leaves Lloyd, giving room for Jill to breeze in, pushing cups of honey lemon and hot herbal tea and instructing him to drink, opening the windows to let the cool spring air in, and twining small flowers around his shelves and bedposts, before finally pulling his rolling study chair over to his bedside.

“Asha’s in overdrive,” she says conspiratorially, “been freaking out ever since the call. She tried to hide it, obviously, but we could tell. She’s, like, super worried about you, so real talk. Are you okay?”

The chamomile tea warms his throat as he drinks, and he finds his voice flowing freer than before. “I’m all right, really. Some irresponsible delinquent in my lit class came in with a flu, which no doubt passed on to me.”

“But you’ve never been sick before, at least, you haven’t been like the entire time we’ve known you!”

“When my immune system is down, it’s down, I suppose.”

Jill’s face pulls in a sympathetic pout. “Oof, that’s rough. Least it’s not anything serious. If it was something serious, you’d tell us, right?”

Lloyd must have paused too long, because Jill leans forward with sudden seriousness, necklaces adorned with tiny silver trinkets dangling in front of his face. “We care about you. I know Michael and I like to give you grief, but we really do. We’ve been friends for years now, and if something happened, it’d be like I lost my- my brother or something!”

His face heats. “Jill… I... of course. Of course I’d tell you. I care for you all greatly as well, even if I don’t show it.” His hand finds Jill’s. “Thank you, for saying that.”

She gives his hand a squeeze. “Just saying what we’re all thinking. I’m gonna go play Smash with Michael and David. You,” she stands up, tapping his shoulder lightly, “rest.”

“I will.”

She leaves Lloyd, a little confused at the interaction, though all that falls away when Asha enters the room, a bowl of hot ginseng chicken broth in hand.

“I’m sorry for being so curt on the phone, just now,” he blurts out.

Asha waves his apology off. “Water under the bridge. Eat up.”

Time passes, Lloyd savouring spoonfuls of soup as Asha sponges him with cold water, giving him a play-by-play of their rehearsal. The details remain hazy in his mind, though Lloyd does chuckle when his friend tells him of David forgetting he was so far downstage that he almost missed his cue and fell right off the raised platform, saved only when Michael yanked him backwards.

“That.. certainly explains why his shirt is hanging off of him a little looser than before.” Lloyd remarks.

Asha sweeps the finished bowl of soup from his grasp, replacing it with a glass of water and a Panadol. “Interesting that even with a fever, you notice how David’s shirt fits on him.”

It’s lucky that Lloyd only has the glass raised to his lips, else he would have done a spit-take. “Wh- what?!?? Who said anything about me staring at David’s shirt?! It’s just a- a casual observation, anyone would notice it!”

Asha grins. “Naturally, naturally.”

“What does that mean?!”

“Nothing!” She says breezily.

Lloyd stares at Asha, currently sending a text on her phone to someone. From the living room outside, he hears Jill snort.

Ordinarily, he would press, but as is, his information-overloaded brain begins to shut down once again.

“Sure,” he says finally.

Asha looks at him with surprise. “That it? You’re letting me off that easy?”

“ ‘m tired,” he simply says, sinking lower into his sheets. “I’ll ask again if I remember.”

Asha busies herself switching on the AC, drawing the curtains so they don’t let in the late afternoon sun. “Sleep, and properly this time, okay? We’ll be waiting outside for you once you wake up.”

“M’kay.” His eyes are already half-closed, watching Asha hover in the doorway.

“I love you, Lloyd.”

I really did say that on the phone, huh.

Nothing else for it, then. “Love you too.”

When Lloyd wakes, his senses come alive one at a time. He feels better than he did in the morning, the medicine doing its work so he’s no longer covered in a cold sweat. His nose is no longer stuffy, and the room’s cool air is permeated with the faint scent of chrysanthemum.

He sits up. It’s properly dark, now, and he can hear faint voices outside.

Gingerly, Lloyd pads out of his room, peeks around the entrance to the living room, and sees his friends, crammed together on the couch, whisper-screaming as Princess Peach beat the shit out of Link on the TV screen.

It’s hard to tell who it was who notices him standing in the shadows first, but it’s David who says, “Guys, Lloyd’s up!”, followed by a responding chorus of cheers from his friends.

His friends.

Is it his fever, or is the warmth he feels rushing through him as they make room on the couch coming from someplace else entirely?

Is him resting his head on David’s shoulder a result of fatigue, or… something else?

And is David tilting his head so it rests on his in turn coming from the same place too?

Later, they sit at the kitchen table, eating soupy noodles ordered in by Michael, and Lloyd wonders if it's the hunger from his previously light meals, or if the food, eaten as he sits surrounded by his friends, is the best he’s ever had?

Is it the thinking of his sickness-muddled mind, or is his house, filled with inane chatter and loud, boisterous laughter, so unlike the cold, quiet days spent with his father, more like a home to him than it ever was before?

And is it his imagination, or is this small group of theatre nerds truly his family? Family he never had, family that disappeared when his mother left?

Even after his father does return, frowning at the mess and noise, and his friends sheepishly clear the takeout boxes and unplug the switch and wash the dirty plates and cups, finally bidding him forlorn goodbyes and get-well-soons, the thoughts don’t go away.

Lloyd pops another pill and heads back to bed, sending a short ‘thank you’ in the main cast and crew group chat, switching off his phone as he sees the wall of responding texts and stickers flooding in.

He settles his sheets back around him, catches sight of evidence that the afternoon and evening truly happened - flowers adding a splash of colour to the space, a scribbled ‘gws’ post-it from David on his bedside table.

Lloyd Allen goes back to sleep with a small smile. After all, the sooner he gets better, the sooner he can return to the theatre. The sooner he can see his family. The sooner he can come home.

#new albion #shaperaverse #paul shapera #sorry i cranked this out at like 1 am and dont have the energy to edit it so #here take it #prompt week was kinda intense but like. fun! never wrote this much in such a short span of time b4 dlkjfas kinda proud tbh

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shipperssafehaven · 4 years ago

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bury my love for you

https://archiveofourown.org/works/26471653/chapters/64504189

a/n: this my first jjpope fic & my first fic on this website. I want to write more for them in the future. We shall see. Thank you for reading! It means a lot!

Summary:

The voice tells him: You aren’t good. You aren’t enough. You aren’t worth it. You don’t deserve it.

And JJ believes it.

So, everything he feels for Pope, he buries.

In which Pope confesses his feelings for JJ and it doesn’t go as planned.

They're laughing when it happens. When everything between them changes. JJ says something stupid. The kinda stupid thing that he only says because of the reaction it gets out of Pope. The reaction where Pope throws his head back in laughter, and JJ, in awe, watches and thinks... totally worth it. They're walking side by side, hands brushing slightly by accident and there's a mutual flutter in the pit of their stomachs. It's warm. It's light. It's familiar. And to both, it's everything.

"You can't be serious!" Pope exclaims.

"I'm so fuckin' serious, dude. She chased me all the way to the beach, I swear!"

He's exaggerating. Of course, he's exaggerating. He knows this. Pope knows this. But JJ hopes it'll get Pope's lips to quirk up the way he loves, so he creates a mountain out of a molehill and rolls with it. To his prevail, it works, and while his friend's lips form into a genuine smile, JJ's heart races so hard that he's afraid it might beat out of his chest.

"Bro, she's like 90!"

"73, actually," he corrects.

"Well, in that case, I'm surprised she didn't tackle you like a professional NFL player," Pope says, jokingly.

JJ laughs, always proud when Pope makes a smart remark. "Surprised you didn't get the NFL confused with the NBA again."

The teasing makes Pope roll his eyes and snort, playfully shoving the blue-eyed boy away. "That was one time, J. Sports aren't my specialty."

"Yeah, yeah, I know. I just like messing with you."

Pope smiles. "Wish I knew why."

"Because if I didn't mess with you, you wouldn't smile like that," JJ says softly, gesturing to Pope's wide grin.

That's when it happens. Abruptly, all laughter fades. The friendly air surrounding them becomes charged with tension. JJ turns and raises a brow when Pope stops walking with no explanation. Pope just looks at him. Looks at him in a way he isn't used to. There's a fondness and longing to it. Feeling exposed under the weight of the other's stare, JJ shifts from one foot to the other as he lets out a nervous chuckle.

"What, man?" he asks.

Silently, Pope shakes his head as if to say nothing but they both know he's lying.

In a weak attempt to give him an out, JJ shrugs. "Come on then, let's just go," he says.

He doesn't wait for a reply and begins walking again, fully hoping Pope does the same because ignoring whatever's in the air around them is much easier than addressing it. When JJ sneaks a glance at Pope, it looks like he's about to give in and join him to the boy's relief. Then he hesitates and comes to a stop again. JJ groans.

Pope's chest heaves, something that only happens when he's on edge. He looks at JJ again, really looks at him, and Pope can't help but want him. He contemplates letting it go and retreating back to pretending, but he is tired. Tired of carrying around all this love he has for JJ and having nothing to do with it. Tired of ignoring the long pauses and the tension that's never resolved. Tired of simply not being with him.

So, Pope doesn't let it go and he doesn't pretend. Not anymore.

Pope thinks, if JJ doesn't feel the same, well, then at least he can excuse it by saying he is tired. (It wouldn't be a complete lie.)

He holds his head up high, even though he's never been more unsure in his life. His legs are on the verge of giving out and his hands visibly tremble by his sides. Pope almost chickens out but his heart beats his brain to the punch.

"I love you." It comes out quick and small. It has the blond halting in his tracks and snapping his head back at his friend in utter shock.

The words knock the wind right out of JJ and leave him breathless. What? He lets the confusion on his face ask the question for him.

Pope bites his lip anxiously out of habit. He gulps but forces himself to face it. "I love you, JJ." This time he sounds louder. More confident. More determined. More sure. Pope sighs out in relief at his own confession, feeling free. Feeling so free that he doesn't stop, "I love you so much. I don't know how to act around it or breathe around it. I think about it all the time- I think about you all the time."

(Oh no. Oh no. Oh no.)

Speechless, JJ blinks. He opens his mouth to speak, but it falls shut and he resorts back to blinking. Wondering. Wondering how this could be possible. He searches carefully for the right words but ultimately ends up with: "Man, what are you talkin' about?"

"I've never felt this way about anybody before. It's different with you than it was with Kie. I've been trying to find out why and I think it's because this... this is real. I don't think I've ever actually loved anyone the way that I love you." At this point, Pope is being Pope and is rambling. Typically, JJ would find it endearing. Right now, though, it's overwhelming. "And I don't know what to do with it- all this love I have for you, I don't know what to do with it because I've never been in a serious relationship before. I know you haven't either- I mean, I don't see why, you're so great and amazing and could literally have anybody you wanted. I just...."

It all runs together after that, turning JJ into a lost and tense mess. Pope fuckin' Heyward loves him? How? That can't be right.

It isn't right, he tells himself. He isn't right. Not for Pope, anyway. Pope could do so much better.

(Shit. Shit. Shit.)

"Pope."

"JJ, I--"

"Listen to me, Pope," JJ says, stern and pleading. With a clenched jaw, he lets out an uneasy breath and places a firm hand on Pope's shoulder to ground him. "I know you think I am good--"

The other boy reaches out for his hand then but sadly recoils when JJ pulls it back. "Because you are," Pope insists, sounding so sure that JJ almost allows himself to believe it. "You are good, JJ. That's why I love you."

I love you. I love you. I love you. The words drive him insane. He wishes Pope would stop throwing them around.

The blond's eyes squeeze shut while he shakes his head with an urgency that rejects even the idea of him resembling something good. Something worthy. Something deserving. "But I'm not. I'm not good... Not good enough, anyway," he admits, words coming out harsher than he wants. "I'm pushing my luck just by being your friend, so I'm definitely not good enough to be your boyfriend."

Pope deflates at that, his hands dropping to his sides while his chest aches in a way he's never known. His lip quivers, tears pricking at the corner of his eyes because the rejection of it all hurts. "That's not true, JJ," he says weakly.

"But it is! It is true, Pope. You're gonna go to some fancy-ass college and make something of yourself, alright? And that's fine- that's better than fine... that's great. It's what you should do. And while you're off doing that, I'm gonna be stuck here. Not doing anything nearly as fuckin' important. We're on two completely different paths, man. You're too fucking smart to believe that this," he gestures between them, "could actually work. Because it can't, Pope. It won't. That's why we should just leave it the hell alone."

Pope shakes his head at the speech as he wipes the tears from his eyes profusely.

"It doesn't have to be like that! You can come with me. We can get out of here together," Pope offers, his emotions getting the best of him. When it looks as though JJ is going to reject the idea, he grows desperate. "Or- or- or I don't even have to go. We can stay here--"

The suggestion clearly doesn't help when JJ runs his hands through his hair in frustration. His patience begins to wear thin. "Yes, Pope, you do have to go! You worked hard for it and I'm not gonna be the person who holds you back from getting out of this shithole." He wants to add and say, That's exactly why I won't be with you, but some things are better left unsaid.

"But what about me and you?" Pope questions, voice quiet and scared.

Then JJ drops the bomb.

"It is what it is, you know? Me... You... It's whatever." The way Pope's face falls completely is a punch to the gut.

'Me... You... It's whatever.' It's not the words JJ wants to say to the boy he's been in love with for as long as he can remember. Not really. He takes what he truly wants to say and buries it in the pit of his stomach, hoping it doesn't reach his heart because if it does, he might do something reckless (something JJ-ish as Kie would politely put it) like tell Pope that he's always loved him and that he's waited for a moment like this since forever. Because how could he not? How could he not when it's sweet-forensic pathology obsessed-too smart for his own good-Pope who's so weirdly wonderful and effortlessly remarkable? JJ couldn't help but be hopelessly in love with him.

But there's that voice. That loud and crucial voice that's always there, telling him that he doesn't deserve it. Doesn't deserve good things. Doesn't deserve happiness. Doesn't deserve love. Most days, the voice sounds like his father. On the really bad ones, though, it sounds more like himself. Today is one of the bad days. He hears the voice- his voice. It creeps into his head and poisons the hope. It grows louder and louder and louder until he wants to drown it out with the ocean's waves or a limited dose of affection from his old man. It tells him: You aren't good. You aren't enough. You aren't worth it. You don't deserve it. And JJ believes it.

So, everything he feels for Pope, he buries. Buries it under his skin, letting it flow through his veins like second nature. The feeling never to be cut open or exposed to oxygen where it can be seen by all. He buries it. Deep in the depths of his rib cage to fulfill its purpose of protecting his weakened heart, he can only hope the feelings he feels will one day have a much-needed demise. He buries it. In his fingertips. In his toes. In his smiles. In his eyes. In his laughs. In his words. He buries it. He buries it all and inevitably, he suffocates when it slowly molds into himself, becoming a part of who he is.

It burns in his chest till the flame turns to ash and all that's left in the aftermath of destruction is the knowledge that he's the last person who's worthy of being loved by Pope. Finally, JJ thinks, he knows something that Pope doesn't.

"It'll pass, man, okay?" JJ says after a moment of silence. "Whatever you think you're feeling right now, it will go away."

Pope doesn't respond.

"C'mon, I'll walk you home," JJ adds, hoping to ease the blow of his previous comment.

When he doesn't get a reply, he takes that as an answer and goes to walk again. Defeated, Pope calls out, voice breaking, "That's bullshit."

JJ quickly turns back, shocked. Then wide blue eyes catch sight of teary brown ones and a wave of guilt crashes into the blond's chest harder than it should. For a split second, it strikes that he's the reason Pope is crying and he feels all the worse. He takes a sharp inhale of oxygen and holds it, only releasing it when it can't be held in any longer. JJ almost agrees with Pope because yeah... it is bullshit.

Before he can speak, Pope decides he has more to get off his chest and continues, "You not loving me back is fine but it's not up to you to decide who's good enough and who's not good enough to be my boyfriend. That's my choice to make! Not yours, JJ!"

"I know."

"So stop using that as your reason for rejecting me and just straight up say that you don't like me. Then I'll leave it alone and we can forget this ever happened!"

He goes to do just that but the words catch in his throat along with a lump and suddenly, he can't do it. Pope sees it, sees the pause, and visibly softens. Without another word or hesitation, the smarter of the two destroys the space between them and takes JJ's face in his hands.

"I don't need a love confession, JJ. I don't need you to say or do anything you aren't ready for," he tells him, gently and understanding. He rubs one thumb over JJ's cheekbone and uses the other to trace the outline of his jaw, curiously. His fingertips explore, pressing into the corner of JJ's mouth. Leaning forward, Pope lightly kisses the other boy's cheek before resting their foreheads together. They're so close that when Pope sucks in a shaky breath, he feels JJ's hit his face. "All I need is some sort of confirmation, okay? Just give me something."

The blond leans into the touch, heart thrashing in his chest. His gaze trails from Pope's eyes to his lips. One push forward and he could have this. One push forward and he could have Pope. JJ soaks it all in, admiring the way Pope's hands shake against his skin because he's a bundle of nerves due to their close proximity. Admiring the way his eyes slowly fall shut in anticipation and the way his lips part ever so slightly without him even realizing it. Admiring the way he doesn't push forward because he's giving JJ space to decide what he wants. JJ breathes it in and takes a mental picture to lock away in his heart for later. (He really fucking loves Pope Heyward.)

JJ could have this. The thought itself doesn't seem real. He could have this: could have Pope's gentle words, could have Pope's fingers roaming his jaw out of curiosity, could have Pope's forehead pressed against his, could have Pope's light kisses on his cheek, could have a relationship with the one person he truly loves more than anybody else. He could have it all and then some.

Their lips are only a few inches apart and all he has to do is push forward to capture Pope's lips with his own.

One kiss or three whispered words and JJ could have everything he's longed for since forever.

He almost does it. Almost leans in and presses their lips together. Almost.

But then the voice comes back: You aren't good. You aren't enough. You aren't worth it. You don't deserve it. You don't deserve him.

And JJ believes it. Believes it so strongly that the walls that began to fall down, build themselves back up.

He backs away, blood running cold, reminding himself that he'll only hold Pope back.

"Pope," he says, voice low and made of stone. Pope's eyes flutter open at the change of tone. JJ knows what he has to do. He harshly swallows, forcing down the emotions that try to dig through all the years of suppression. He takes Pope's wrists in his hands, pulls them away from his face, and holds them tight and steady to make sure his point is heard. Then, coldly, he whispers, "I don't love you."

The silence that follows is painful and cruel, leaving the words 'I don't love you' sit in the air surrounding them. It cuts open Pope's heart, exposing every ounce of emotion he feels to JJ. He never knew something could hurt this badly. The tears escape Pope's eyes and fall from him freely, leaving never-ending tracks on his cheeks that trail down his neck. He can't find it within himself to wipe them away.

Pope can't think. All he knows is that it hurts. It really hurts.

In spite of his broken heart, he simply nods and pulls his hands away from JJ's grasp.

He waits. Instead of walking away as he should, Pope stays right in front of the other boy and allows himself to break because he has never felt comfortable breaking in front of anyone else. He takes a desperate look at the blond and searches for something; something that will tell him the opposite of what's just been spoken. He waits. Waits for JJ to tell him he didn't mean it. Pope really hopes he didn't mean it.

He waits and waits and waits until the pain of rejection becomes too much.

One last look of longing and Pope finally lets the words unsettlingly rest in his stomach. JJ doesn't love him. Not like that, at least. And no matter how hard that is on him, Pope has to accept it for what it is. Has to respect what JJ feels. Has to respect what JJ wants. He doesn't try to speak, knowing better than to trust his voice. Instead, he nods again but this time in a way that tells JJ it's okay. That they'll be okay.

Pope doesn't wait this time. He walks away, leaving a piece of himself there with the other.

Under his blank exterior, JJ swears his buried feelings wrap around his heart and squeeze it till he physically can't breathe. He clenches his jaw and doesn't allow any feelings to express themselves up until Pope's back is turned. It's only then when JJ finds himself blinking away tears as he watches Pope leave.

And once he's fully gone, the blue-eyed boy wipes a singular tear that falls from the golden boy's absence.

His feelings are still buried. Blood pumping with secrecy and ribs cracking from baggage, JJ's bones are sore from every word he didn't say.

Despite all that, the voice tells him: You did the right thing.

And all JJ ever wants to do is the right thing.

So, he takes the unbearable ache in his chest and buries it along with everything else...

#jjpope #mayward #jjpope fic #mayward fic #fanfiction #jj maybank #pope heyward #jjpope fanfiction #mayward fanfiction #jj x pope #i like torturing myself #that's why i wrote this #my first attempt at writing them #hopefully i get better over time #either way no regrets #i love them sm i had to write something #obx #outer banks

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cianmars · 4 years ago

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Tony died only he didn’t really, while he’s ‘dead’ his family has his funeral, where his sons have no idea they’re holding out for a hero miracle

Actual summary

Pepper tells Steve that Tony's body is in Wakanada, being worked on in hopes they can bring him back, Steve and Rhodey takes it upon themselves to make sure that Harley and Peter will be okay while Tony's dead, while also not telling them about everything whoops. does that make sense? who knows, anyway its cute and sad but the series will get happier

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Steve Rogers hadn’t put it past Tony to survive the second (third?) snap, sure they had gone to his funeral, but there was always that part of him which was hoping, deeply hoping.

Pepper had been the one to tell him that Tony’s body was frozen in Wakanda in the hopes that they could help, their technology was far more advanced than even Starks, and no one really knew what happened when the snaps happened, despite Stark, Banner, and Strange’s estimations.

Pepper had also told him that the kids didn’t know, which made sense in the case of Morgan, she was only four and sure she was as bright as Tony ever was, but it could still be cruel to give her hope, he was certain that Pepper had misspoke when she used the plural of the word until she pulled two teenage boys into a tight hug with Morgan between the three of them.

He knew that one was Peter Parker, the kid who was the Spiderman, though he wasn’t even sixteen yet, he was the one who Tony had done this all for, the one Tony had lost, who he would sometimes say “the kid would like this” or “c’mon what would Pete do?” when he thought others couldn’t hear him. The other he had asked Nat about, she told him he was Harley Keener, who had helped save Tony and the world when the Mandarin was around causing havoc, Steve had of course heard about him.

He walked over to them while they were in the cabin talking to each other, the smaller kid looking quiet, or as puppy phrased it ‘like a kicked puppy dog, kinda like you used to Stevie’, the other was almost trying to make up for the other with the enthusiasm in his voice and with his hand gestures.

“Queens.” He greeted allowing a small smirk on his face to show he was past being put on his ass by a fourteen year old, and to seem non-threatening. The kid froze, stood up straighter, and looked guilty, not the impression Steve had hoped to make.

“Mr Captain America, sir.”

A snot came from the slightly older kid.

Steve sent the pair a smile. “It’s just Steve, Spidey.”

“Peter, Peter Parker, sir. I’m, er, I’m sorry about the whole, tffwap tffwap thing,” he did gestures which Steve recognised as the things he had down to make the webs, “and everything, I mean I’m glad Mr Stark found me, but I’m still sorry that…” He trailed off.

“Wow, Pete, Tony must have loved you calling him Mr Stark all the time, probably did his ego wonders.” Harley’s sarcastic southern drawl was somehow full of fondness.

Peter’s cheeks pinkened a little, he shrugged his shoulders. “He kinda hated it. It’s not my fault, my uncle, he taught me,” His voice thickened a little and for a second Steve was worried he was going to cry, but he pushed it back and continued, “and they’re big on it at my school.

“Damn, I would have used it on Tony if I’d known it annoyed him.” His voice was serious but when he met Peter’s eyes the two of them burst out laughing.

They didn’t notice the team, the family , around them smiling at the two, but Steve did.

“It must be weird to be here together without Tony.” Steve said sympathetically, once they had finished laughing, trying to move onto what he had been intending on talking about.

“Oh no, we’ve never met before today, I didn’t even know who he was, I mean he’s obviously, he was obviously important to Mr- to Tony but I…” He trailed off.

Harley threw an arm around Peter’s shoulders. “Tony always said he kept us apart so we didn’t cause too many explosions.” He supplied, his smile widened when he heard Peter laughed, Harley plastered on an innocent look but there was a glint in his eyes. “I think he thought I’d corrupt Pete, which is just offensive.” The glint disappeared and his face fell ever so slightly. “He kept talkin’ about getting you back, when I spoke to him while you were gone... he’d introduce us and we’d finally meet, that we could spend Christmas with him.” He swallowed deeply and it was clear that the two of them were about to cry.

Steve reached into his pocket, pulled out two handkerchiefs (one of which Bucky had actually forgotten that morning but Steve had forgotten to give back to him), he handed one to each of the boys who subtly dried their eyes and calmed down. He focused on Peter first who seemed to be taking longer to calm down. “I’m not really going to be a hero anymore, I’m passing the mantle onto Sam, Falcon, but I’ll still be in New York most of the time, unless I’m hanging out with the team, that’s not to far from Queens, you need anything just call me, any time, I’ll be there in ten, whether it’s hero business, or if it’s just you wanting to talk to someone, about anything, though if it’s science I might need Dr Banner in my ear to explain some of the stuff. I do have quite a few funny stories about Tony though.” He reached out and squeezed Peter’s shoulder before turning to look at Harley. “Tony said you were going to MIT, once this all calmed down, it’s a little far for me to run but the same goes to you, if you need me just let me know, I’ll be there in a couple of hours, and if you need to talk,” he nodded his head.

“I’ll be around MIT.”

Steve turned to see Rhodey walking towards them, he was trying to smile, to stay light hearted as he did around Tony, he locked eyes with him and knew in a moment that they both knew where Tony’s body really was, and that Pepper was right -Tony’s kids couldn’t know.

“So if, as Tony would put it, ‘your smart mouth’ gets you into trouble, let me know. I still have a suit or two lying around, and I did enough talking to cops when your-” he stopped himself from saying ‘dad’ but Steve heard it, he was pretty sure both kids did too, “when Tony was in MIT with me. And I have plenty of photos and embarrassing stories about him.”

He had planned on filling the boys on those at christmas so he could be the fun uncle, and they could hold it over his head, Tony wouldn’t have minded, but… well they’d have to fill the Tony sized hole in all of their lives… “And Pete, I’ll be around New York sometimes too, and when I’m not, like Steve said, I’m a phone call away. Tony was, he had been tinkering, while Morgan was asleep, he managed to improve the StarkPhones in this place,” he shook his head wondering how smart his best friend really was, to still be trying to improve the world while in a cabin in the woods surrounded by a world which was fractured in two, “he put a couple of them aside for both of you, he sounded bummed when he said that you’d both probably find ways to improve them within an hour of having them.”

He smiled at them, Tony had been so proud when he had said that, Rhodey knew where he had left them, upstairs in the kids rooms, which neither of them had spent a night in, Harley had refused to visit until as Tony had told him ‘the old man got off his ass and fixed this shit’, and Peter for obviously reasons couldn’t. “We’re not Tones,” Rhodey tilted his head back to the overspilling rooms, full of heroes who were broken without their mechanic, “but we’re family, you two are part of that, have been since Tony met you both, we’ll have your back, all of us. We’re gonna rebuild the compound, once it’s done you should both come hang out, train, we’re big on video games there, I’m guessing you both know a thing or two about that.”

Steve let out a snort of laughter. “Yeah, we need someone to beat Clint, finally, I think he somehow hacked the game disk…”

“I don’t think you can do that…” Harley’s tone was cautious but he was smiling again. “I mean unless Tony made it and pirated the game…” They could see the gears in the two boys' minds turning with the possibilities, before both of their faces dropped, clearly remembering Tony.

Steve and Rhodey watched Harley pull Peter more into his side, both of them looking at the floor to hide their blossoming tears, and all Captain America and War Machine could think of was the body in Wakanda which they would be flying to sit vigil over, waiting, hoping, praying, for a spark of life,... and that Tony would wake up before the boys found out.

#Iron Man #iron dad #iron family #steve rogers #rhodey #peter parker #harley keener #tony stark #tony starks funeral #iron dad fic #marvel fic #iron family fic #send me prompts

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jimjamthehorrorman · 5 years ago

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Unconditional Love

This was the first time you let the big man in the mask around your dog. You were anxious because she was jumpy and you don't know how HE will react to HER.

You bought a beautiful Husky three years ago, prior to your move to Texas. You wanted a "guard dog" but you ended up with a sassy, lazy dog who steals crackers from the counter when you aren't looking. She's absolutely a sweetheart to everyone she meets in your little town, but she is afraid of masks and intimidating people. Halloween is her least favorite time of year and everyone knows because while you're handing out candy to the few kids around, there's a deep bellowing bark coming from the windows on your porch.

You met the Sawyers when you picked up a side job at their gas and barbeque shack about thirteen miles down the way. Drayton was a blessing, overly polite and insistent upon you working as little as possible.

"Y/N, you oughta head on home now and get you some rest you're looking awful weak."

"No, I'm alright! I've only got about an hour left and I wanted to lock up with you-" you felt as weak as he thinks you look. You'd been sick all day, lightheaded and spiraling. "-It's fine, I'm fine!"

Drayton looked you up and down.

"Alright. Just don't come crying to me when I catch you sleeping on the job!" He chuckled as he started taking the meat off of the hooks inside the glass case.

"Taking it home to the family?" He never talked about his family and you were curious. You could not keep yourself from asking. Everything was such a mystery, hell, you didn't even know the man who sat outside washing the cars that came for gas.

He stuttered, holding the back of his neck like a child caught in a lie. "H-Ha! I've got to feed grandpa and my brothers. They usually go hunting for their meat but no one can resist my barbeque! It's the best meat-" He smiled coyly. "-Anyhow, you need to head on home young m/w. I've got my brother coming up to pick up some firewood from behind the shack. He's a skittish fella and not real good at talkin so I don't want to embarrass him. Now head on out! Tomorrow we'll make a big jar of Sun Tea to sell and I'll save some for us. It's gonna be hot as hell out!"

He nearly shoved you out the door. It's obvious either you looked like you were DYING or he had a BIG SECRET to hide.

"Alright, I'll head out. Tell the boys I said hello!"

He smiled and shut the door behind you. You started to hop in your truck and realized your keys were still inside.

"Shit."

You tried to slide in the backdoor before Drayton saw you were there, but getting back out of the truck you felt awful dizzy and fell to the ground on the way in. You felt yourself falling in and out of consciousness and the as you finally start to lose the battle, you hear a rattling.

You lose the fight and the next thing you remember is waking to the face of a dissapointed and fuzzy Drayton helping you out of your own truck with a man with a very deformed face, but maybe it was just your eyes.

The deformed man was incredibly tall and squealed like a child as he sat you on the porch swing. He patted your face to try to fully wake you. A man with a strange mark on his face drove Drayton's truck all the way here.

"What a fall huh?! Rough fall, hard fall. You must be tired or something. He/Her/They must be dying. Looks sick, pale like Grandpa."

"Nubbins, you and Bubba help Y/N into the house. They're my best employee so you better not screw this one up! If you drop them I'll beat the tar out of you fools!"

You could tell Drayton was serious. Who knew he appreciated you that much.

Barking eminated from the house. A horrible screech. You knew that sound.

"DON'T OPEN THE DOOR!"

"What?" Drayton looked confused.

"I'll go in on my own. I'll go lay down don't worry about me. Thanks boys I really appreciate the help but you can't come in. I've got a dog that might eat you alive!" You hurriedly told them, finding your way to the door in the dark. "I'll see you tomorrow Drayton! I'll see you boys again sometime soon!"

They all stood in disbelief on the porch as you slammed the door and turned the light on so they could get to the truck safely. Your dog met you at the door and she was PISSED. Not only did you keep her from seeing guests, but you're late and she's hungry.

"Sorry -pet name-, I'll get you some food."

You poured the bag of kibble quickly and clumsily, half of it on the floor. She could tell you were off and after she ate she climbed up on the couch and laid beside you. It was a long night for you both.

---

It had been two weeks since the incident, Drayton laughs it off that he went through all the trouble to take you home and make sure you were safe. Perhaps he had invested interest in your health, perhaps he had no friends but you and the gas guy. Either way he appreciated you. A lot.

"Y/N, I'm making dinner tonight do you want to back here this evenin'? Now you don't have to come, and you don't have to feel pressured to come over but I wanted to have you over. Just remember to feed your vicious pup before you come!" He chuckled, clearly nervous.

Shit, does Drayton like you?

"Now don't you worry this isn't a romantic thing, no, my brothers and I wanted you over to be sure you're eating good. You living there alone, you ought to have you a good meal!"

He wants you to come back to the gas station for dinner? What's wrong with his house? Doesn't matter, you won't turn down homemade food. You've been living off of cheap pot pies and snack foods. Your stomach rumbles at the thought of fresh steak and vegetables.

"I'll be here! Don't you worry." As the words escape your lips he gives you a huge smile and waves you off.

You feed your pup, give her a good pet and head out the door.

The sound of sizzling comes from the kitchen, but Drayton is sitting beside you.

"Who's our chef tonight, Drayton?"

He looks at you smiling ear to ear.

"My youngest brother Bubba wanted to make sure you eat well. He felt so bad about you being sick and all that he made you something special."

The boy with the strange birthmark comes out of the back room smiling. He's so strange and erratic that it's almost comedic.

"Bubba makes good food! Normally Drayton is 'The Cook' but tonight me and Bubba made some good meat! Not quite headcheese or anything real tasty but we got some good uh.. some good steaks! Yeah steaks!"

You laugh. Drayton makes a face at him real fast thinking you didn't see. You did.

Your stomach growls, the smell from the tiny kitchen is alluring. Savory, like good meat with flavorful spices.

"Nubbins go tell your brother our guest is getting hungry! I knew I shoulda made dinner you two bafoons!"

Nubbins blows a raspberry at Drayton and runs into the kitchen, he yells at Bubba and you hear a grumble.

Nubbins returns a moment later with a bunch of full plates. Steaks, potatoes, greens, hell even a pan of brownies. As you're perusing the food, a large man in a painted mask and suit comes walking out of the kitchen, barely clearing the door frame.

He's looking you over and honestly you aren't sure if you're frightened or bashful. A tall and burly man just made you dinner and yet you sit in silence trying to make out the face behind the mask. When he sits down across from you, you can barely see facial hair poking out of the side of his mask.

You bet he's cute under there, you're practically sure of it. When he looks back at you, you smile sheepishly and start eating.

Wow, he has some beautiful eyes behind that.

"I love your mask, Bubba." You were nervous. Flirting with a literal mystery, also your boss's brother.

Bubba hid his face in his hands and made little noises. Drayton chuckled.

"You made his day Y/N, he damn well may never take that thing off!"

---

Dinner last night was great, and you shared some eye contact with a presumably handsome masked man.

Drayton picked up on this, as your face was as red as the lips on his mask. You entered work with a smile on your face, until Drayton smiled back. Your heart sank nervously. What if you lose your job? What if he hates you for it? He grabs your hand.

"I think my brother may like you. He's not a talker and he's not too keen on people, but you're different. Anyone else woulda looked at his mask and said 'oh hell what a freak' but you were very kind to him. He'd been bothering me all night and morning to ask if you'd have him over to see your dog. See we've only had pigs and chickens and cows. Poor boy has never seen a pet type'a animal."

Oh god this is moving fast. You aren't sure how that's gonna go.

"I don't know Drayton, she's not good around strangers... especially ones who have such a... strange look."

Drayton frowns. You feel sick to your stomach. Not like the night you forgot to eat and passed out, but like guilt was building up inside and about to explode.

"Okay okay... I'll try to get her to work with me. Can you bring him over this afternoon? I know we close early today so that would work,...right?" You feel yourself pulling at the edges of your shirt. You're nervous she might hurt him and then Drayton would absolutely KILL you.

"I'll bring him up and take him around to the back porch, you just have him home after dark. People don't take kindly to a giant with two faces." He smiles.

---

You are in a panic. Your dog is already stirred up, she can sense the fear and is acting up in rebuttal. You hear a knock at the back door.

Oh god it's them.

They're here.

The dog.

You put her on a leash and keep her inside, meeting the giant man outside.

"Hey Bubba! How are yo-" he lifts you into a tight hug when you close the door behind you. He is squealing and laughing in joy. He's wearing his suit and mask from the other night. The one you said you liked. "-ou! Wow you're strong big guy! The pup is inside and she's a little wild today.. I'll bring her out here. No one should see us in the side yard. Okay? Just stay right here!"

You can tell he's as nervous as you are. When he sat you down he gave you a look that said "I'm alright!" But.. You weren't so sure.

When she barked coming out the door he held his ears. You tried to quiet her down but relentlessly she barked and howled in the sight of this massive man.

He didn't know anything else to do so he began to whistle and coo at her.

She quieted down, practically crawling up to him. He held his hand out and she snapped like she was trying to bite and instead of jumping back he just cooed louder. Eventually she started to smell him, walking around him in circles.

Please don't hurt one another. That's all you want is for them to be civil.

Then it happened.

She PULLED until you couldn't hold her leash and you screamed. You closed your eyes and waited for the worst.

Once your heart had slowed to near silence, you heard chuckling and the sound of your dog panting.

"Bubba! I think she likes you!" You yelled with a shaky voice. You were still nervous but he was having a great time and so was she. He was petting her and she didn't even care he had a mask on. Hell, she even licked him! You were in the clear, and you had never felt so relieved in your life.

This big man was petting your dog and having a blast, and just watching and hearing him laugh... You were too.

Damn. He's pretty cute.

(This is my first time trying to write a fic so I apologise for it's length and content 😂😂😂)

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lovelyrocker · 4 years ago

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Love Is Blind Ch.55

mvic

~ RPF

~ Characters: Jensen Ackles, Lexi Ackles(OFC), Jared Padalecki

~ Pairing: Jared x Lexi(OFC)

~ Warning: Age Gap, Language, Angst, Anxiety

~ Word Count: 2,912

~ Un Beta’d - All Mistakes Are My Own

~ *FEEDBACK IS GOLD*

Love Is Blind Masterlist

<Previous Chapter

Lexi, Jared and Jensen landed in Vancouver close to 7 pm. They were three days away from the start of the new season. A season in which Lexi would be a returning character throughout. Not bad considering the show was her first acting gig and it was only as a favor to Rich.

It was different this time though. The last few times Lexi was in Vancouver things were crazy and hectic. The very last time she was here was the first time she and Jared could be a couple around their own home. This time, everyone knew all their little secrets...well, almost all. Now they could finally just be with no hiding. And it felt good.

A handful of people snapped pictures of the three of them as they made their way through the airport. The boys signed autographs for excited fans and Lexi was called out for a handful herself, especially by a few young men.

Finally arriving home Jensen ordered take out and Lexi craved a hot shower. Lexi was walking from the shower and saw Jared coming down the hall. “Hey, I was wondering where my Cowboys jersey disappeared to. I knew I’d packed it.”

“I can give it back.” Lexi said, lifting the hem off the oversized shit.

Jared grabbed Lexi by the hips. “As much as I’d love that, I need to shower first.” He pressed a kiss to her lips, his hands moving to her ass.

Lexi pulled away. “Go shower.” She smacked Jared’s rear.

“You’re so bossy.” He told her, walking towards the bathroom with a smile.

“What’s he smiling about?” Jensen asked as he reached the top step.

“Me bossing him around.”

“Your sister is bossy!” Jared shouted from the bathroom.

“She may be my sister but she’s your girlfriend! She's your problem now!” Jensen shouted back.

“Real nice!” Lexi smacked her brother in the arm. “Have you seen my book? The little white one.”

“The one you and Jared were looking at on the plane?”

“Yeah, that one.”

“I think Jared put it in your blue bag before we landed.”

“Thanks.” She walked past him.

“Beautiful wedding ideas.” Jensen said a little louder and she turned around. “Great Ideas for a wedding in the future. You know, always plan a head.”

“Yeah, right.” Lexi said almost nervously. “I mean, you only get married once.” Jensen gave her an odd look. “You know what I mean, Dork.” She waved him off before walking down stairs.

They’d been filming a few months now. Falling quickly back into the routine of traveling and early mornings along with late nights. It was a rare afternoon when the boys were off by lunch and had the rest of the day to themselves. They decided to go down to the lake and cast a few lines while drinking a few beers. They had been out there for hours and were a twelve pack in almost. Jared chuckled as he sent a teasing text message to Lexo who was still on set, showing off a big catch and a beer.

“You’re mean.” Jensen laughed. “You know how much that girl likes fishing.”

“I’m sure I’ll pay for it later.” Jared smiled, wiggling his eyebrows suggestively, Jensen rolling his eyes. “So, uh,” Jared scratched the back of his neck. “Lex said you mentioned our wedding plans a while back?”

Jensen paused mid sip, slowly lowering the bottle from his lips glancing at Jared. “I did.” He glanced down at the bottle in his hands before looking back at Jared. “Jare, I know you want to marry her. I just think you shouldn’t rush it right now. She is still only twenty and things are just starting to go back to normal for her.”

“I know. I’m not trying to rush this, trust me.” Jared chuckled. “But, it comforts her.” Jensen cocked an eyebrow tilting his head slightly looking at his friend. “ It keeps her positive of the future.” Jared explained waving a hand. “After everything bad that has happened, her knowing that we will be married one day gives her assurance and comfort. And if wedding planning is what she needs then I will give her feedback and plan with her. No matter how far into the future it may be.” Jensen nodded his head rhythmically in understanding. “But to be honest, the more we talk about it the more excited I get about marrying her one day.” He gave a smirk.

“Yeah, well just don’t knock her up again till after the wedding.” Jensen commented, taking a sip from his beer bottle. He looked over at Jared seeing his smirk fading as he looked down at the bottle in his hand. “What?” Jensen asked, not sure if he said something.

“Uh, we- we aren’t gonna try for another baby.” Jared told his friend without as much as a glance up.

“What’d you mean?”

“I mean, Lexi doesn’t want kids.” Jensen shook his head slightly turning to face Jared.

Jensen shook his head giving a quick swipe of his tongue over his bottom lip. “You sure you didn’t misunderstand? Lex has always wanted kids.”

“I’m sure.” Jared looked at Jensen taking a breath. She said she is happy with Tom, Shep and Odette. That she doesn’t want to have anymore.”

“And how do you feel about that?” Jensen asked, noting Jared’s eyes moving from one thing to the other, not really focusing on anything particular.

Jared gave a shrug. “It’s her choice, I guess.”

“Did you two talk about this? Like, really talk about it?”

“Sort of.” Jared finally looked up at Jensen. “She told me she thought she couldn’t carry a baby to term and that she didn’t want to go through another miscarriage.” Jared cleared his throat before going on. “I brought up the idea of IVF or seeing a specialist if she was worried and she shot that down. Then I said adoption and she said no, no more kids. I told her okay.”

“And that was it?” Jensen asked and Jared shook his head. “And you really don’t agree with that decision, do you?”

“No. Not really.” Jared confessed. “Kids were something she wanted. And I want a child one day, with her. But she is completely against it. I don’t want to push her or make her feel forced, you know?”

“Maybe just give it some time. It’s still early.”

“Maybe.” Jared took a breath. “I just don’t want to push her. If it happens it will happen on it’s on time. She did just go through a lot.”

“I agree.” Jensen nodded before taking a sip of his beer.

They sat in silence for the longest while just simply fishing. Jensen noticed the majority of the afternoon Jared seemed deep in contemplation, which he understood. Jared had a lot happen over the past few months. Hell, for over a year now it's been pretty chaotic. But Jared never left her side. For that, Jensen was grateful.

The silence was soon filled and afternoon blended into the evening and they talked about their families, and laughed while drinking beers. They’d begun to pack up their gear when they noticed the sun beginning to set, Jared noting Lexi would be wrapping up for the day soon.

They started walking up the long dirt path that had taken them from the treeline of their backyard to the lake edge. “Hey, Jay?” Jared asked, clearing his throat. “Can I ask you something?”

“Shoot.” Jensen told him as he stepped over a log. “Watch your step.” He pointed to the ground.

“Let's say,” Jared stepped over the log Jensen just had stepped over. “Thanks,” He adjusted his fishing pole in his hand. “Hypothetically,” Jensen looked back at him as Jared began walking even with him. “If I was to ask Lexi to marry me,”

“Uh huh.” Jensen hummed.

“Do I ask permission from you or your dad?” Jared met Jensen’s eyes.

“I- uh-” Jensen scratched the back of his head. “I’m not really sure. Me, I guess-” Jared gave a chuckle with a broad smile. “What?” Jensen looked sideways at Jared.

“A while back at the diner with your parents,” Jared grinned. “Your dad told me Lexi wasn’t his little girl,” Jared shifted his eyes to Jensen. “That she’s yours. That as long as I have your blessing I’d have his.” Jensen smiled looking back down to the dirt path. Jared looked ahead of the path clearing his throat after a few minutes. “So,” He swallowed hard although his mouth was dry. “Do I have it?”

Jensen stopped walking holding his arm out to stop Jared with him. “You serious?” His eyes dragged up from the ground to Jared’s face.

“Very.” Jared’s eyes not wavering. “I’m not saying I want to ask her today or tomorrow or even next month. But, I also don’t want to wait as long as you’d like.”

Jared watched as his best friend pondered the words he’d just said. Jared was waiting for Jensen to shut down the idea of he and Lexi marrying sooner rather than later. The silence was beyond deafening as he waited for his friend to say something, anything at this point. Jensen started walking again, Jared following in more silence aside from the leaves and stick crunching under their feet. Jared opened his mouth to speak but didn’t get a chance to get even a sound out.

“What we talkin’ bout?” Jensen spoke, glancing back at Jared. “Like, big grand gesture,” He waved an arm around. “Or, simple and romantic?” Jensen looked back again toward his friend when he didn’t respond. “The proposal...” Jensen raised his brow.

“Oh-uh, I-I” Jared shook his head. “Sorry, I thought I was gonna get punched in the face or something after I said what I did.”

“I can punch you if you want me to.” Jensen offered with a smile.

The sun was beginning to set when the two men reached the house. They unloaded their fishing equipment, Jared walking into the kitchen to wash his hands. Seeing Jared, Lexi quickly turned away from him wiping her cheeks.

“Hey, baby.” She took a breath, making sure her face was dry before turning back around. “How was fishing?”

“It was good.” Jared answered drying his hands on a towel. “Relaxing.” He tossed the towel on the counter seeing her slightly reddened eyes. “Baby?” His face dropped with concern. “Baby, what is it?” He placed his hands on her face.

“I’m fine. Just frustrated. Oh God, you need a shower!” She gave a sudden laugh, pushing away from him. “You smell like fish.” She leaned on the counter. “Go shower, we’ll talk later. I’m fine.”

“A-are you sure?” Jared asked with a more softened expression.

“Yes, baby.” Lexi leaned forward giving a fast peck. “I’m good. Go shower.” She repeated before walking away.

That night they enjoyed fresh fried fish and french fries made by Jensen. The three of them stuffed themselves on the homemade food and Lexi cleaned up the aftermath. Jared hadn’t brought up Lexy being upset after his shower. Yes, he wanted to talk to her to see what had her so frustrated that she was in tears.

Lexi was lying in their bed on her stomach with her iPad in front of her when Jared walked into their now shared bedroom. Which was still a little word that they could still be completely open with their relationship in all aspects of their lives. Which in coincidence, brings to Lexi’s frustrations.

“What’re you up to?” Jared asked Lexi, pulling back the bedsheets on his side of the bed.

“Nothing.” She sat up placing her tablet off to the side.

Jared placed an arm behind his head leaning back against the headboard. “So, you gonna tell me what was up earlier?” He asked placing an arm on her leg after she’d laid back on the pillows. “Why were you so frustrated?” He moved his thumb back and forth solely on her thigh.

“I did something stupid.” Lexi gave a sigh.

Jared gave a head tilt. “What?”

“I saw comment- a rude comment on my Twitter and like a dumbass I Googled-”

“Baby,” He let out a sigh knowing that rabbit hole.

“I know!” She said running her hands over her face and through her hair. “It’s stupid and you should never do that.” She mocked him and Jensen. “I’m sick of the whispering and pointing from people that only get their info from tabloid rags and online sites that do zero fact checking.”

“Then why?”

“I was curious what the fans were saying since I’m on the show this season-”

“And what did you find?” Jared asked sincerely.

“The fans, well, most of them, love the idea of me being on the show. But people like to spread rumors and assume with the trial and my past.” Lexi let out a breath. “It’s frustrating and I felt like- like you and Jensen were getting attacked for being associated with me.”

“What do you mean?” He leaned a little closer.

“You’ve never read some of the things being said?” Jared shook his head. “It’s a mess. People assume everything from me being a slut to saying Jensen talked our parents into adopting me so he could fuck me without people talking. And some even called you a-” She shut her eyes. “A pedophile because of the age difference.” Jared saw a tear roll down her cheek and he reached, wiping it away with his thumb. “I hate that they say that about you.”

“Babygirl,” Jared propped himself up on an elbow. “I’ll admit I saw some of that crap too, not too long ago.” He gave a sigh. “I don’t take any of it to heart. I know that is easier said than done but-”

“I don’t care what they say about me.” Lexi spoke up quickly. “People can call me a tramp, a slut, whore, I- I don’t care. I’ve been called every name and picked apart about pretty much everything from my looks to my weight to my past. I couldn’t give a rat’s ass. But, I hate the things they say about you and Jay. And I feel guilty that people are saying these things.”

“Stop.” Jared said with raised brows, his eyes staring deeply into yours. “None of this is on you, do you understand me?” Lexi nodded, her eyes cast down at her hands as she picked with the edge of her pillow case. “Babygirl?” Jared dipped his head attempting to gain her focus.

Lexi let her eyes dart around the bed before she built up the courage to speak. “I’m just tired I guess.” She slid herself down in the bed. “I always tend to overthink and over worry when I’m tired.”

“Get some sleep, baby.” Jared reached shutting off the bedside light before lying close to her, his arm draped over her waist. “You don’t have to worry about any of that mess.” He pressed a kiss on the top of her head.

He alarm on Lexi’s phone went off about the time the sun broke through the clouds. Feeling as if she didn’t get quite enough sleep, Lexi knew it was going to be a double shot espresso morning.

Lexi stretched in the bed before hopping out to start her day, the smell of Jared’s body wash still floating through the air from his morning shower. Slipping into her jeans she went down stairs and was surprised to see both Jared and Jensen at the counter drinking coffee.

“What are you doing home?” She asked walking passed Jared, placing a kiss to his lips.

“Everything got pushed back twelve hours.” Jared told her placing his cup in her waiting hand.

Lexi turned to fill his cup. “So you’ll be pulling an all nighter.” She stated, handing him back his cup.

“Yup, so we have to cancel out dinner reservations.” Jared gave a pout slinking an am around her waist.

“That sucks.” Lexi sat in his lap slinging her arm around his firm shoulders. “Thats the fourth dinner cancelling in two weeks.” She lay her head on his.

“I know and I’m sorry.” Jared kissed her forehead. “

Lexi stood. “That’s okay.” She grabbed his cup of coffee as he raised it to his lips taking a long sip before placing the cup back down. “Tomorrow night pizza, wine and-” She paused looking at her brother then back to Jared. She leaned into Jared’s ear. “And maybe some strawberries.” She hummed in his ear.

“Deal.” Jared smiled up at her before she pressed a kiss to his lips.

Lexi walked away and Jensen looked at his friend. “Do I want to know what the last thing was?”

“Nope.” Jared smiled sipping his coffee.

“So four cancelled dates in two weeks and that’s it? Pizza wine and whatever and it’s all good?” Jensen gave a raised brow to his friend in surprise. “No guilt trip or-”

“Nope. She never was big on being a drama queen.” Jared grinned. “Even when we first started dating she never made a big deal about constantly having to rearrange everything.” Jared looked down at the cup in his hand then back at Jensen. “I want to marry her, Jay.”

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takeiteasypeasybaby · 5 years ago

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Save Me: Chapter 9 - Wolf in Saviour’s Clothing

~Hey guys! This is Chapter 9 of ‘Save Me’ ❤️ Molly witnesses the horrors of the Sanctuary first hand and Negan has an important question to ask her. I hope you enjoy and chapter 10 will be out on Wednesday 😊~

Negan was working his way under Molly's skin. Or was it the other way around? As long as he couldn't figure her out, she was safe. She knew he was dangerous, but for some reason he didn't scare her. She could see that there was more behind the eyes.

Ah home sweet home.

This cell was starting to hold a weird familiarity, I hated being here but apart from Negan's daily chats with me and Dwight bringing me food which consisted of a dog food sandwich, the solitude was actually not bad.

I thought I would be going crazy by now as I loved the outdoors, but in here felt strangely safe.

Negan had offered to move me to a better cell so that I wouldn't have to stay in place where a guy had tried to rape me, but I refused.

In fact I liked it, being in the very same room where that had happened reminded me that I was alive and that prick wasn't.

I was empowered, as empowered as being in a cell can make you but at least walkers couldn't get at me, so that was a plus.

And right on time, the door swung open and in came Dwight...

Dwight usually brought me food but for some reason he hadn't yesterday.

As usual I didn't speak, neither did he.

Instead, he just put the food on the floor beside me.

He was about to leave when he said 'have you been talkin' to Sherry?'.

I looked up at him, squinting because of the light, 'why do you care? I retorted.

'I don't, just don't get mixed up in...his wives. Negan's taken a shine to you but don't push it' he said pulling me up from the ground.

I struggled, 'where are we going?', 'the food hall, Negan wants you to be there' Dwight replied.

I was puzzled but remained silent as we walked.

As soon as the doors opened, the hall was filled to the brim with Saviours, it's leader standing by the fire.

What was going on?

Negan ignored me but simply instructed Dwight to get the iron ready.

The what?!

Everyone was on their knees now, not me.

A man was strapped into a chair in the middle of the room.

One of Negan's wives was crying, the one he was talking to when I saw Sherry again.

'You know the deal, What's about to happen is gonna be hard to watch. I don't want to do it. I wish I could just ignore the rules and let it slide, but I can't. Why?' he spoke addressing his people.

'The rules keep us alive!' they all chanted in unison.

I looked around confused, mumbling 'Jesus Christ' under my breath at their worship of him.

Negan looked directly at me through the crowd. ‘That. Is. Right' he said softer than before.

'We survive. We provide security to others. We bring civilisation back to this world. We are the Saviours. But we can't do that without rules', he said without breaking eye contact, like he was trying to convince me.

He broke eye contact now, 'rules are what make it all work. I know it's not easy. But there's always work. There is always a cost. Here, if you try to skirt it, if you try to cut that corner...then it is the iron for you'.

I looked over at Dwight, we looked at each other, understanding each other a bit more.

Seeing how being back here affected him, I had guessed that Negan burnt his face as well.

I still hated Dwight, but seeing his fall from the arrogant prick he was on the road to a cowering shell of a man made me uneasy.

'On your feet' he spoke before waltzing over to Dwight.

He glanced at me briefly, then his wives before putting on protective gloves and taking the iron from the fire.

Jesus Christ, this was barbaric.

My stomach churned just looking at him, but he would know if I looked away.

'Mark...I am sorry. But it is what it is' Negan said softly now.

I looked over at Sherry who was now holding the crying girl.

Negan with a sense of urgency, walked over to Mark and put the iron to his cheek.

His screams and cries filled the hall.

The smell of burning flesh infiltrated everyone's nostrils. It was nauseating.

Mark went unconscious with shock as Negan took the iron off of his face, skin peeling with it.

Negan chuckled, impressed with himself 'ah see that wasn't so bad now was it?'

He looked at me now, to see my reaction.

He was serious now, almost somber. As if he hated every moment of it.

I hated him and he knew it by the look on my face as I scowled at him.

'Doc, do your thing. I'm all done now' he said ushering the doctor forward to Mark.

'Well, the pussy passed out. But it's settled, we're square. Everything is cool. Let Mark's face be a daily reminder to him and to everyone else that the rules here matter' Negan shouted, his voice echoing through the silent hall.

Dwight and Sherry looked at each other, like they had been through some shit together.

'I hope that we all learnt something today, because I don't ever...want to have to do that shit again', he said earnestly and looking at me.

Dwight then took me back to my cell in silence, everyone was silent for a while after that.

A couple hours later and Fat Joey had came to take me to see Negan.

This wasn't a surprise to me exactly but I knew I'd pissed him off last time so I expected this would be the end of me or at least an iron to the face.

As we walked, Fat Joey seemed to stand awkwardly next to me, like he was afraid of me.

I knew that a guy like him would do anything I wanted if I flirted with him.

Smiling to myself as we walked, I moved closer to him, wrapping my arm around his.

He was breathing faster now and I whispered seductively to him 'thanks for walking with me, you make me feel so safe', winking as we came to Negan's room.

I walked in leaving Fat Joey bright red and speechless.

Putty in my hands, I thought to myself.

There he was.

He was sitting, almost reclining on his sofa watching me as I walked into the room.

He smiled.

As much as I wanted to hate him, that smile melted me.

'Goddamn, you've been living in a fucking cell and you still look beautiful' he said standing up, leaning as he swung Lucille over his shoulder.

Dwight stood awkwardly in the corner, like he'd just been punished or something.

I looked over at him, Negan taking notice.

'I wanna tell you a little story Molly' Negan said sternly as I walked through the doorway.

'See Dwighty-boy over there, he hustles. I like hustle. But believe it or not, things weren't always cool between us and I know you've been wonderin' Negan said calmly.

'See D here, he worked for points, him and his super hot wife and her super hot sister. But see sis, she needed meds and that shit is hard to scavenge, so it cost more. Sis fell behind on points, so I asked her to marry me. Told her I would take care of her in sickness and health, blah blah blah, because I am a stand up guy' he continued, growing angrier with each reflection.

'She tells me that she's gonna think about it. Next thing you know, I'm dealing with an orange situation' Negan said frowning.

I took my eyes off him and looked over at Dwight who was looking down the whole time.

'Dwighty boy here had stole all of the medication and took off with his super hot wife and my super hot maybe soon-to-be fiancée' Negan growled in annoyance.

At this, Negan's grip on Lucille tightened and Dwight stepped backwards a little in fear.

'So I sent my guys after him, because I can't let something like that stand. There. Are. Rules. Cost me an arm and a leg going after him. And you know what? Dwighty boy still got away. But here's the thing, D, he saw the light. He manned up. He came back. He asked for my forgiveness. I like that. Made me...take notice' he said more happily now.

He moved closer to me.

'But Lucille, she is a stickler for the rules. So, Dwight...he begged me not to kill Sherry, which I thought was kind of cute, so I was just gonna kill him. But then Sherry says she will marry me if I let Dwight live, which, if you think about it is a pretty screwed up deal, cause I was gonna marry her sister before she wound up dead' he added.

'But, Sherry is super hot! Anyways, it was a start. But it wasn't enough so Dwight...he got the iron' Negan said smirking.

I looked at Dwight again, now understanding what Negan had on him. I saw the pain in his eyes.

Negan was a monster.

'So, I married his super hot wife. Ex-wife. And then after all that, he still got on board. And now look at him, pow! one of my top guys and we are totally cool. The point being, I think you can be that person. I think you are ready to be that person' he said almost excitedly.

He glided around the room, 'Look around here, this, the luxury, can all be yours. All you've gotta do is answer one simple question' he added, not noticing how horrified I was by the situation.

This was it, this was the recruitment speech.

I looked at him, like I could predict his very thoughts.

'Who are you?' he leaned further back as his eyes examined me, as if he knew my answer.

I was silent, longer than he wanted.

'Cat got your tongue? Are you just overwhelmed by the awesomeness of this? I'm gonna ask you one more time' he drawled softly.

He walked toward me, stopping right in front of me.

Noses almost touching.

You could literally feel Dwight's awkward presence. But it felt like it was just us in the room.

He held Lucille in front of him, almost to my chin.

'Who are you?' he repeated, whispering gently.

I flicked my gaze down to Lucille for a split second before looking into his eyes.

They were now auburn with flecks of golden brown. It was like being hypnotised.

He looked at my lips for a second before gliding back up to my eyes, like he wanted to be doing something else right now.

I made him wait, knowing that he would.

I smirked before whispering back 'Molly'.

He was taken aback, so was Dwight.

'This is the only way' Dwight intervened.

'Hey! Sst sst sst' Negan said to Dwight, raising a single hand up to silence him, all the while not taking his eyes off mine.

He smiled through his clear annoyance at my answer.

'It's cool D' he said while flicking his tongue to his teeth, 'she made her choice. Ain't my problem she made a dumbass choice'.

I chuckled at this, smiling while I did so.

He was so pissed off underneath the smile. He wanted to break me, well I wasn't breaking anytime soon.

He scanned my eyes, frowning.

He couldn't read me at all and that killed him inside.

I didn't want luxury, he could keep me in this cell but I would never become a Saviour.

He asked Dwight to take me back to the cell, 'Aw and I was hoping that Joey would' I said smiling while looking back at Negan.

He wasn't just furious at me rejecting him, he was jealous.

He looked at me, no smile this time. Jealousy blazed through his eyes and had turned them black.

Once again, I had left him speechless.

When we got back to the cell, I sat against the wall exhausted.

Dwight was also pissed.

He stood in the doorway before shouting 'you're gonna wind up in that room or hanging on the fence!'.

I rolled my eyes before looking down.

He was about to leave when I said 'I get why you did it. Why you took it'.

He stopped still, looking at the ground.

'You were thinking about someone else' I added.

We made eye contact that time, I felt sorry for Sherry.

'That's why I can't. My people need me' I said seriously, making him understand.

He closed the door a little more before stopping again.

Dwight was turned away from me but said quietly, 'I'm sorry for Denise'.

He quickly shut the door and then left.

The problem starts and ends with Negan but what if I could get closer?

Now that I know for sure the effect I have on him, I could use that to my advantage...

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