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love letters and second sons | part 3.

Summary: The princess is finally ready to debut in society. But before she does, she decides to disguise herself and see the true faces of the ton.

Warnings for the Series: light sexism in line with the times, light classism in line with the times, mental health stigma, shitty doctor care, smut, suicide attempt (will get it's own warning when the time comes),

Pairing: Benedict Bridgerton x princess!reader

Word Count: 2.5k

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A/N: Sorry this part is so short

You stood in the drawing room of Kew, waiting for your mother and father to arrive in just a few minutes. Instead of a huge breakfast in the dining room, you opted for a light tea in a more casual setting. Honestly, you were mildly annoyed. The only thing you wanted to do after people returned from their church services, that they never attended weekly because no one cared about the priest admonishing them, was go to the Featherington house. You were shocked that Colin was calling Marina. But friends didn’t always fall in love.

It wasn’t like Penelope was upset about it. She didn’t even like Colin. But like your mother you wanted to matchmake someone and figured they would have been the easiest couple to form. But you wanted to spy on Colin and Marina under the guise of aiding in chaperoning with Penelope since Lady Featherington was running around between girls and their callers.

Your thoughts about who to matchmake were interrupted by your parents arriving. You poured tea for them. Breakfast was a bit awkward in a way it had never been before. George and Charlotte were assessing you intently. You got in two bites of bread when the physician entered. Your parents continued their conversation while you were being checked over. The physician made little comments for the nurse to jot down. Overall, you were fine. That seemed to satisfy your mother and father. There was a glint in Charlotte’s eye.

“The King an— Everyone, out.”

The room, aside from Brimsley and Reynolds, cleared out.

“George and I have decided that we’d like to give you an opportunity. There is an opera coming up. Agatha and her friend Violet will be attending. You may come with. You will meet them before the show starts and then we will stay to watch the entire performance. Afterwards, you must go home. No exceptions.”

“Thank you! Thank you so much! I wo—”

“Calm yourself. You know getting excited makes your condition worse.”

You sat back down, trying not to bounce up and down. She was right after all. Being overly excited made you sweaty or a little hot for some reason and being too warm made you start to see things or think strange things. When your parents left, you ran to your wardrobe.

The dresses needed to be fancy but not too fancy since it was a sit-down event. You picked a yellow dress with short puff sleeves. It ended just above the bottom of your ankle — very stylish for the times. Pairing it with light blue gloves that went past your elbows, you added a light blue skirt piece that made a small train.

“You look beautiful, Your Highness,” Brimsley said.

“I have to agree.” Both Pandora and Reynolds looked at each other, shocked they said the same thing at the same time.

“Thank you. Shall we go? Reynolds, would you like to be dropped at home to see Father?”

“That would be nice, Your Highness, thank you.”

“Then let us leave now.”

You rolled your eyes in the carriage, setting down your copy of Lady Whistledown’s society papers.

“It is utterly ridiculous. She is a disgraceful woman. I tolerated the gossip but speculating death, wishing death on my father is something I cannot accept nor tolerate. How dare she?”

Your confidantes agreed with you and shared their own opinions on society and gossip.

Whispers started to spread throughout the opera house while people still rolled in and music still played. How could it not? The youngest royal child was actually outside. There was no opening for the mouth on this particular mask which meant this was not your introduction. You might speak to a lucky few but there would be no speeches or announcements tonight. People couldn’t hear you from far away with ceramic blocking your mouth. You stuck close to your mother while everyone tried to look at you or talk to you.

“Lady Bridgerton!” Lady Danbury yelled from across the room. “Do join us.”

Violet tried to conceal her wide eyes and smile as she grabbed Daphne’s arm before her daughter could walk away from whoever she was trying to avoid. She made eye contact with you. You watched as she rather frantically waved over someone else.

Anthony — or should you call him the viscount for the evening — began walking towards you, bowing to the Queen before turning his full attention to you. You let him take your hand and give it a kiss. A kiss that you noted was considerably longer by a minimum of five seconds than when he kissed you as Miss Keaton. So it was definitely Violet trying to set up the princess with her son and not the valet with Colin.

You let Anthony talk your ear off about his responsibilities as the eldest and his horseback riding hobby, notably leaving out the details of riding through the mud and staying out there for hours. He was considerably more boring when trying to impress a woman. Ignoring the whispers that permeated through the room, you tried to focus on your friend.

You motioned for him to lean in so you could speak into his ear and actually let him hear you rather than sounding muffled, practically silencing the hall. Anthony laughed at the joke you told which caused both of your mothers to turn around. This was the Anthony you liked better. Violet gasped when you placed a hand on her son’s arm — your mother raised her eyebrows as she and Lady Danbury gave you a slight nod of approval.

“Will you escort me to our box, Viscount Bridgerton?”

“Please, call me Anthony.”

“Lord Bridgerton, that is most forward when we don’t know each other.”

“I was told royals didn’t obey our rules of upper society.”

The two of you started up the stairs, away from prying eyes, that led up to the Queen’s box.

“Anthony?”

“Now we speak of first names.”

You rolled your eyes. “I will allow you to call me by mine, just this single occasion. Anthony, where are the other Bridgerton siblings? If I remember correctly, you have seven of them? Miss Bridgerton is here but I do not see the others.”

“Truthfully, they were very bored by the show being put on tonight. We’ve seen it before. I’m merely here to aid my mother and chaperone my sister. Have you seen this show before?”

“If I have then it was when I was very little.”

“Well, then please do not let my words discourage your enjoyment of the performance. Here is your stop.” He extended a hand to help you up the short steps into the box. “Y/N, thank you for the flowers from the other day. Truly, they are appreciated.”

You studied his face for a moment. He really was handsome. His hair didn’t cover as much of his face this evening as it usually did whenever you visited. The stark colors of his black and white attire made his features stand out.

“I am glad you liked them. Now is where I leave you for the evening, Lord Bridgerton. I shall hope to see you some more once I formally introduce myself to society.”

“I will look forward to that day. Goodbye… Y/N.”

“Goodbye, Anthony.”

Taking your seat, you waited for your mother and her friends to come to the box. The smile on Charlotte’s face grew wider the closer she got to the box. She was going on about Anthony. Obviously, you were going to have many suitors to entertain but a viscount was certainly a very important suitor and only made your prospects have to be better in their courting.

“Excuse me, I’m going to the privy,” you told your mother when you felt your throat start to tighten up.

She just gave you a nod. The shadows of the opera house were closing in on you and you couldn’t calm your mind down. You needed to be in a place with more candlelight. You jumped at the sound of several dogs barking from the shadows. There were big creatures. You had never seen them but you could tell from their bark and — when you got too close — how their breath fanned across the top of your head. Hastening your steps to get away, you ran straight into Violet.

“Oh, I’m terribly sorry. “I decided to take a walk after going to the privy and wasn’t watching where I was going.”

The woman in front of you smiled. “Your Highness, if I may be so bold to ask? Would you like to attend a dinner we are hosting? The Duke of Hastings will be there. I understand that you aren’t yet introduced but it woul—”

“I shall love to come. Just tell me when.”

“Saturday evening.”

“Perfect.”

Saturday evening couldn’t have come any sooner. You were tired of counting the floor titles in the bathroom and needed to leave. For the sake of your valets, you hadn’t snuck out at all that weel.

You turned to your valets. “I will be back in a few hours.”

“Please be careful,” Pandora said.

“I always am.”

“Not really.” You heard someone mutter inside the carriage.

Marshall escorted you in. You had to stop yourself from smiling, remembering that he had no clue who you were. It was almost alarming when everyone — including the Duke of Hastings — stood when you entered the dining room. You weren’t sure why you didn't expect it. Perhaps you were already too used to your disguise as Miss Keaton. You gave a slight curtsey.

“I apologize for being late.”

“No. You aren’t late at all,” Anthony said as he started to gather his plate.

You shook your head. “Oh, stay where you are.”

“But, Your Highness.”

“I can afford to not be the head of a table for a single night.” You looked around. “I shall sit across from Miss Daphne Bridgerton.”

“She knows your name!” Hyacinth’s voice rose three octaves. You figured you could make her night by having the princess knowledgeable about the Bridgertons.

Colin and Benedict scrambled to pull their chairs apart so you could sit in between them. You waved Marshall away, plating your own food. You could feel the silence of the dinner table as you did things the normal way you would at Kew or Buckingham House.

They also might have been preoccupied with your disguise rather than the way you dragged your own spoon through the mashed potatoes. It was natural. Your siblings had told you all about how people would scrutinize the different masks you would wear. They'd try their hardest to get a real glimpse of your face.

The eye holes had sheer coverings on them that made it hard to see your true eye color. And when it came to your mouth. Your maids had taken their painstakingly slow time making sure the makeup covered up an unique qualities around your mouth and changed the shape of your lips to a shape unrecognizable to you at all. Hungry mamas with daughters they'd want to be in your court or sons they'd want to court you are able to sniff out something like the tiniest wrinkle by the bottom of your lip and use that to scout the whole ton until they found you without the mask on.

It happened to Edward countless of times and was the reason for all the rules regarding the masks in the first place. You looked up after cutting your chicken.

“What were you all talking about before I arrived?”

“Lady Whistledown,” Eloise cut in before anyone could stop her.

“Really? Tell me more.”

“You want to know?”

“Of course I do. I must know her identity. However I must say I will be having a private word with her about not publishing speculation of my father’s death.”

“How is he?”

“Oh, he’s perfectly fine. No matter, though, I need to know every thought you have on our mysterious Lady Whistledown?”

You enjoyed the bickering between everyone. There wasn’t even a firm thought on what class Whistledown belonged to. In your opinion it had to have been an upper class woman. Only someone like that could have enough time on their hands and still survive day to day needs. You dipped your fork into the potatoes.

“Viscount Bridgerton, I must say that any correspondence between the royals and the Bridgerton House should be sent to Kew. I stay there now.”

“Correspondence?” Violet asked, trying to suppress the excitement in her voice.

“Yes. I shall need to understand the ton more than what I have studied. Don’t bother putting them together. I much prefer to read individual letters. Now, I have engagements already arranged for tomorrow so I must be on my way. However, I would love to attend dinner again. Goodnight, Lady Bridgerton, Viscount, Bridgertons, Your Grace.”

Anthony stood up from the table. “Let me escort you to your carriage.”

“That would be much appreciated, Lord Bridgerton.”

My Dearest Ton and Wonderful United Kingdom,

I implore you all to remember that gossip, particularly baseless gossip, can be a dangerous thing. While we all are very entertained by Lady Whistledown, remember that you must discover the truth for yourself. I would hate to see lives ruined over entertainment.

Yours Truly,

Princess Y/N Hanover

Dear Viscount Bridgerton,

The dinner at your house was very lovely. Your family seems to be a wonderful group of people. I am sorry for keeping my lady’s maid away for so long. She has been in Ireland, procuring plant seeds and fabrics for me. Please fret no more for she will be back soon. But I do have to say our correspondence might be limited to letters for a majority of our current time. Until I am introduced to society, it is not wise for me to constantly be out. I shall look forward to more times spent with the Bridgertons at a later date.

Yours Truly,

Princess Y/N Hanover

You finished signing the letter, handing it to Pandora to take to the press for copies to be made. Moving an entire printing house from Buckingham to Kew wasn’t exactly quick and easy but your staff had managed to do it in no time at all. For the time being, Kew was entirely self-sufficient.

“Please take the letters for the Bridgertons to their house after you have visited the press.”

“Yes, Your Highness.” “Brimsley, what is on the schedule after the physician leaves?”

“You wanted to ride horses and then prepare a bouquet for the ball tomorrow night to be delivered by one of us.”

“Yes, thank you. And after that?”

Reynolds looked at you and then his partner. You had just made the schedule no less than an hour ago. It didn’t seem normal for you to not know. Their eye contact didn’t waiver as they silently communicated to not say a word but just answer all your questions. You got up, moving to your wardrobe to get a petticoat for outside.

“Ah, yes, Brimsley. Are we preparing the bouquet tonight before or after the physici…an…”

Tears started to well up in your eyes as you realized you had asked the question already. Brimsley and Reynolds were a tad too slow. You were already in the wardrobe, trying to calm yourself down. Every time a sob left your mouth or you begged them not to tell your parents caused some pain in their hearts. Reynolds stopped Pandora from leaving, handing the letters to a different lady-in-waiting.

You looked up in the dark space when you heard the knocking. It was hard to ignore the dogs in the shadows just waiting to snap at you. But the dark stopped the heavens from coming in. It was always a compromise. And since the heavens confused your mind and blocked your memory, the dogs would have to wait.

“You can open it.”

Pandora stuck her head in, trying to prevent too much light from coming in. “You’re stronger than whatever you have, you know? It doesn’t matter. None of it does… Maybe you should show the planets and shadow dogs and other shadow creatures that they cannot control a princess. They do not control you.”

Reynolds sighed as he said a quick prayer to not be fired. “Maybe going to the ball would show the shadows that they cannot control you.”

You didn’t really have a choice. Pandora practically pulled you out of the closet and started making plans for tomorrow’s ball, including how to enjoy yourself but stay hidden.

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lambtotheslaughterr · 15 days

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I Burn : Finale

A Rafe Cameron Mini Series

[THIS STORY WILL CONTAIN THEMES OF NON-CON/DUB-CON, MENTAL-EMOTIONAL-PHYSICAL ABUSE, ETC. YOU HAVE BEEN WARNED. READ AT YOUR OWN RISK. 18+. MINORS DO NOT INTERACT]

WC: 7k

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PART NINE | MASTERLIST

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The car ride to the Cameron’s was tense with silence. You felt under constant scrutinization despite your father not saying anything. But that was always the giveaway. He was upset with you, angry, & you were completely in the dark about exactly what. To what extent did your father know about your lies? What did Rafe tell his own father? What did Ward tell your father? As the car carried the two of you smoothly through town, you knew it’d only be a matter of time before you found out.

You stared out the window, your fingers tangled within the hem of your dress. You didn’t have any other options in your bags to wear to an unexpected dinner so you went out earlier in the day to shop for something appropriate. As relieved as you were to get out of the hotel suite from your father who made it feel suffocating, you found little comfort while shopping. You wish you had your mother there to help you relax, she sometimes had just the right things to say to help you. But it was just you. And your father.

After a few more moments of silence in the car, your father finally sighed heavily. You turned your head to face him but got quickly distracted as he pulled into a driveway that led to a beautifully crafted Charleston style home that was near the beach. You didn’t bother to hide the shock on your face. You knew most everyone at Arrowhead was well-off, but this was another level of wealth. The pristine & clean lines of the architecture & the environmental placement of the home was evident of the Cameron’s class.

“Whoa.” You muttered under your breath as your father put the car into park while you peered up at the house through the windshield.

All your father did was grumble, “Let’s get this over with.”

With that, your father turned off the engine & began getting out of the car. You followed suit, holding the strap of your purse tightly against your thighs. You inhaled sharply, waiting on your side of the car until your father rounded to your side. He gestured for you to move towards the front of the house, placing a hand on the small of your back as you led the way. At the front door, you had just raised your hand to knock when the door swung open.

A younger woman stood there in a stark white uniform, a welcoming smile on her face, “Harold & _____ , please, welcome.”

You imagined she was the help. Your father & you stepped into the foyer & you took a moment to admire the interior of foyer. It was two levels with an elegantly crafted chandelier hanging above your heads. The young woman approached a near by display table & grabbed a platter that had two glasses of what you imagined to be wine.

“The Cameron’s ask that we offer you a glass of a 2022 Linne Calodo Contrarian White.”

“We’re okay, thanks.” Your father responded grimly, “Can you bring us to the host?”

The woman’s smile faltered but she nodded, placing the platter back down, “Of course, follow me.”

Following the woman through the house, you stumbled slightly as you went from room to room, admiring the furniture, artwork on the walls, & how every room in the house had a view of the beach. You were no stranger to the finer things in life, but your parents didn’t display their wealth like the Cameron’s clearly did.

The woman approached a set of French doors that led to the backyard, she placed a hand on the handle before facing the two of you, “My name is Roxanne, if you have any questions, please, let me know.”

“Mm.” Your father hummed in response. At least his displeased attitude wasn’t only geared towards you, though you did feel slightly guilty about the fact that the kind woman who was only doing her job was getting a taste of it.

“Thank you, Roxanne.” You smiled at her. She nodded in kind before opened the door & stepping back, allowing the two of you to step through.

“Ahh, Harold.” Ward Cameron was standing behind a small bar that was built into the back of the house, a hand towel thrown over his shoulder, “Just on time.”

“You said six.” Your father returned, his tone short.

You turned away from them when you felt Ward’s eyes fall to you. As you did, your own eyes met Rose’s, who was dressed in a white floor-length lace dress. She looked incredibly beautiful & years younger than she likely actually was.

“_____, you look lovely.” She approached with a glass of white wine.

“Thank you, you too.” You returned, forcing a fake smile as she hugged you with one arm.

“Please, sit with me.”

You peeked at your father over your shoulder. His attention was fully on Ward as they spoke low enough for you to miss their words.

Rose led you to an outdoor table that was set-up on their obscenely green lawn that was exquisitely cut. She gestured for you to take the seat opposite of hers, adjacent to the head of the table. She then took a sip from her wine before she eyed your hands, her eyes widening, “Did Roxanne not offer the wine? Ugh, I knew she would forget.”

Just as Rose was about to stand up, you corrected her, shaking your head, “No, she did! She did.” You chuckled lightly, “My dad just didn’t accept the offer.”

“Oh.” Rose frowned, “Quite rude.”

Your own eyes widened at that. Never would anyone have the gall to insult your father to his face, so you supposed it was a good thing he was a couple yards away.

“Anyway,” Rose smiled, “how are you this evening?”

“Oh,” you were unsure about her friendly demeanor, “I’m okay.”

Rose scrunched her nose from smiling so hard. It made you feel uneasy.

You wondered if she was a decent person. Rafe was an asshole, & from the little interaction with his father that you had, you guessed he likely got it from Ward, but would Rose be any different?

“Well, here.” She reached for an unlabeled bottle of white wine at the center of the table, reaching for a wine glass near you at the same time, “Have a drink.”

Your eyes flashed to your father. He wouldn’t like you drinking, but who were you to say no to your host?

Rose filled the glass before offering it to you, “C’mon, honey. Don’t let it go to waste.”

Smiling sheepishly, you took the glass, quickly bringing the lip of it to your mouth & taking a sip. It was light, fruity, & sweet. Everything you knew this evening wouldn’t be.

“So,” you began as you placed your glass down, “what is the special occasion?”

Rose laughed lightly, “I’m just in the dark as you are, sweetie. But I never say no to a dinner with friends, no matter how last minute they are.”

“Mm.” You nodded, disappointed that she too didn’t know why you & your father received the sudden invite, forcing you to stay in Kildare for another day.

The sound of footfalls grew close & you glanced up, eyeing your father & Ward as they approached the table. They both held a glass of amber liquid in their hands. So much for not drinking.

Your skin pricked as Ward sat at the head of the table, just to your right, & your father moved to your left. You glanced at your father, “Would you like to switch seats?”

Sitting next to Ward made your stomach flip. He was much too close.

Before your father could respond, Ward spoke for him, his voice smooth yet hard, “You’re perfectly fine where you are, _____.”

Rose laughed softly, none the wiser to the tension at the table. You sat stiff, your spine painfully straight as you faced Ward, nodding once.

“Now,” Ward raised his glass slightly above the table, “to new business endeavors & new friends.”

Rose giggled gently, mirroring her husband. You swallowed awkwardly before raising your own. Your father didn’t bother raising his. Ward eyed your father expectantly, but offered you a closed lip smile as he clinked his glass against your own.

A moment later, the French doors that you came out of opened, & your eyes flashed towards the movement. Four staff members appeared, each of them carrying a plate of steaming food.

“I hope you like seafood.” Rose commented as she sat back so the staff could place a plate of food before each of you.

You cleared your throat, noticing that they indeed only brought out four. Would Rafe not be attending? You couldn’t decide if that made you feel better or worse.

As if he could read your mind though, Ward commented on his sons whereabouts, “Rafe is busy at the moment, but he will be home shortly.”

“Oh.” You replied, your voice small as you avoided the patriarch’s unwavering gaze.

“We’ll eat first, then business.” Ward took a bite of the shrimp scampi, a confident smile gracing his aged yet handsome features.

Wanting to distract yourself from the tense energy at the table, your forced your shaking hand to grab your fork, twirling a bite onto the utensil before bringing it to your mouth. You imagined the meal was excellently made, but your stomach was constantly flipping, making it difficult for you to really taste & savor the dish. In the corner of your eye, you noticed your father didn’t even bother touching his food.

Rose noticed as well, frowning in displeasure before she shot Ward a look. If he noticed her expression, he didn’t show it. Just simply enjoyed his own plate of food.

Someway, somehow, you managed to eat most of the food, but your full stomach did little to comfort you. Ward & Rose finished their plates as well. Ward made a gesture with his hand & the doors opened yet again as the staff returned to gather the plates. Once the staff was out of earshot, your father leaned forward, his elbows on the table as he eyed the host, “Alright, Ward. You said you had a business proposal.”

“Impatient, aren’t we?” Ward’s voice was light & airy but there was an undertone of annoyance there that you made out.

“First,” Rose gleamed, holding up the bottle of wine, “a top off.”

She reached for your glass but your father swiped it before she could, “She’s nineteen, Mrs. Cameron. One glass is enough.”

“Harold.” Ward laughed loudly as he leaned back in his chair, shaking his head, “How many times must I remind you that your daughter is a grown woman? She can decide for herself if she’s had enough or not.”

“You do not parent my daughter, Ward. I do.” Your father returned, not bothering to hide his distaste for Ward’s intrusion.

“Mm.” Ward cocked his head, “If you say so.”

What the fuck did that mean?

“I wanted to wait for Rafe to be here before we moved forward, but I suppose now’s a time better than any.”

You tugged your cloth napkin into your lap, tangling your fingers into the fabric as you felt quite literally caught in the middle of a battle between two alpha businessmen.

“No need to wait.” A voice sounded from behind you. Everyone, yourself included, turned towards the voice & were greeted by the sight of Rafe. He was dressed in a periwinkle blue button up & khaki colored shorts. He crossed the lawn towards the four of you, but his eyes were solely focused on you.

“Rose.” Ward voiced. At the sound of her name, Rose was quick to move from her seat to the next one over, across from your father. The change in seating made your stomach roll.

Rafe joined the four of you at the table, taking the spot Rose once occupied, directly across from you. He smiled jovially.

“_____.”

“Rafe.” You returned, unable to hide the sourness in your voice.

“Great timing, son. Harold was getting impatient.”

“Oh.” Rafe traded a smile with his father before glancing at yours, “In a hurry?”

“To get this bullshit over with, yes.”

Your lips parted in shock at your father’s use of a cuss word. He was always a man of class, knowing how to speak to which people, & these were definitely not people you spoke to like so. But your father was at his wit’s end, that much was clear. He was losing it. You pressed your lips together in concern, what the Cameron’s want?

“Well, Harold.” Ward began, leaning forward to make direct eye contact with your father, “as we’ve already discussed, you’re looking for an investment opportunity, a means to move from teaching at the university to becoming a businessman that people will take seriously.”

Your father wanted to quit teaching? But it was his whole life.

“But, of course, after your lawsuit, as quiet & private as it was, anyone who matters knows about it, making it difficult to find business partners, yes?”

Your father only glared at the head Cameron. Your eyes flashed to Rafe’s & he was grinning behind his hand as he stared at you, raising a single brow.

“Now, I’m willing to go into business with you, after all, any support means everything to me since I’m branching out internationally, but I’m not quite sure I want to be associated with a man who fired his TA because his daughter is a nympho.”

A gasp left you at the insult, your few interactions with Renee coming to mind.

Ward chuckled lightly at the expression on both yours & your father’s faces, “Don’t act so surprised. I told you that your daughter would be needed in this deal.”

“Dad?” You questioned, glancing at him, but he only stayed staring at Ward.

“I can look past the lawsuit, put in a few good words for you to the right people, make it go away. That’s what you want, right? For it to go away?”

Your father said nothing. Your heart began to race & the food you just ate threatened to come up.

“I can do that for you.” Ward nodded, “But as all business deals go, I require something in return.”

From behind your lashed, you glanced at Ward, & were startled to see that his eyes were already on yours. He grinned.

“Rafe is ready to begin working for me, & I’m not one of those men who makes their son start out in the mailroom to understand how business works. He already knows, he’s my son, after all. My company purchased a few properties in England, London to be exact, & I want Rafe to oversee the progress. He’s more than ready to take on the roll, & I trust him. However, much like myself, he wanted something to keep his focus strong, his work ethic influential. So, he made me a deal. A deal, if I’m being honest, I couldn’t be prouder of.”

Ward looked at his son, they shared the same eerie smile. Then Ward looked back to your father while Rafe focused back on you.

“Your daughter.”

“Excuse me?” You & your father replied in unison.

“Ward?” Rose finally spoke, her voice small as she questioned Ward.

“Not now, honey.” Ward raised his hand in her direction, “Well, Harold. How about it? You invest in my company, make a name for yourself, & my son gets your daughter.”

“No!” It was you who finally joined in on the absurd conversation, “Hell no.”

“_____.” Ward placed a smooth hand atop yours, patting it consolingly, “The men are talking.”

“I don’t give a fu—” You pushed yourself to stand but Ward beat you to it.

“Sit your ass back down, young lady.” His voice was firm & authoritative.

“No.” Your father rose as well, offering you his hand, “We’re done here. My daughter is not for fucking sale.”

You gladly accepted his hand, standing to your full height alongside him.

“You can take your business deal & shove it up your wife’s ass, Ward.”

An offended gasp escaped Rose as she glared wide-eyed at your father. But you never felt prouder of your father than you did in that moment.

“Sit back down!” Ward raised his voice, slamming the table with a fist as he narrowed his eyes at the both of you, “Or I’ll make a call & Dr. Mooney will be released from his cell before you even reach your fucking car.”

That caused for you both to pause, your father’s hand tight around your own.

“Now.” Ward repeated. Rafe, all the while, sat there with a snarky smile as he watched the events unfold before him.

“What the hell are you talking about?” Your father questioned, but you tugged on his hand.

“Dad, please, let’s go.” You voiced in a hushed manner.

“_____, would you like to tell your father? Or would you rather I do it?”

Your eyes flashed to Ward’s, wishing to the depths of hell that you could burn him alive in that exact moment.

“Or perhaps Rafe?” Ward glanced at his devilish offspring, “You’d like the honors?”

Rafe smiled but shook his head, his eyes trailing the length of you, “Nah, I think Mr. _____ should hear it from the mouth of his own daughter.”

“Quit lollygagging, what the hell are you talking about?” A vein in your father’s forehead appeared as his voice cut across the table.

“Sit back down.” Ward repeated, pulling out his cell phone, “I won’t ask again.”

You felt your legs shake as your father let go of your hand, resuming his spot in his chair. You bit your lip, reluctantly doing the same.

“_____.” Ward caught your eyes, “The table is yours.”

Everything was spinning. You felt you’d be sick at any moment. You felt your father lean towards you, his hand on your shoulder in support, “What is it? What do they have on you?”

Sniffling, you couldn’t look your father in the eyes, “Dr. Mooney, he….”

You couldn’t say it, couldn’t admit to it. It was all supposed to be behind you, long forgotten. He got what he deserved! Why were you the one being punished? And by the fucking Cameron’s, of all people?

“It’s okay.” Ward grazed his fingers along your wrist. You snatched your arm away, your skin tingling where he touched. “We’re all here for you.”

His mockery only made it worse.

“_____, look at me.” Your father demanded. You shook your head, unable to look him in the eye.

Ward sighed heavily, disappointedly, “Your daughter, Harold, is a fabricator. A master manipulator, I dare say. A quality I admire, but one that can get you & your whole family into hot water if you’re not careful.”

“_____.” Your father gently grabbed your chin, forcing you to face him, “What is he talking about?”

Hot, angry tears pricked your vision.

“Tell him.” Rafe pushed, “He’s going to find out from one of us, either way.”

You threw Rafe a damnable glare.

“Look at me!” Your father’s voice hardened, forcing your eyes back to his, “Don’t look at them, look at me.”

Tears skipped down your cheeks. You had to tell him. Rafe was right, he was going to find out anyway.

You sniffled, hanging your head, “Dr. Mooney didn’t rape me.”

“What?” Your father responded breathlessly, his eyes peering around at the others.

“I made it up.” You cried softly, “I’m sorry.”

“But…” Your father frowned, letting you go to lean back in his seat as he absorbed the information.

“I know that was tough, _____.” You felt a warm hand on your shoulder. Your skin prickled where Ward touched you, “But you’re better off for it, your whole family is.”

You spun around in your seat, snarling, “What the fuck do you want?!”

“It doesn’t matter.” The sound of your father’s voice, more so, his words, shocked you. You looked back at him in surprise.

He glared at the Cameron’s, one-by-one, “You can’t prove it.”

Ward laughed lightly at that, sighing heavily, “Unfortunately, that’s simply not true.”

Your eyes flew to Rafe’s. He returned your hardened glare with a smirk.

“When someone makes a rape accusation, much like your daughter did, what comes next?” Ward questioned your father. Your father said nothing.

“Mm, that’s right.” Ward nodded, “A rape kit.”

“Which they found evidence of rape.” Your father argued.

“But no DNA.” Ward returned.

“Because the bastard wore a condom.”

“_____?” Ward stole your attention, “That true?”

He was feigning a frown when you looked at him.

You gulped, shaking your head, looking at your father, “There was a condom…but he didn’t wear it.”

Your father was appalled at your revelation.

“My son did.” Ward finally revealed, making bile rise in your throat.

“One call, & with what my son knows, it’ll be a reversed sentence. And your daughter will find herself behind a jail cell.”

“_____.” Your name coming from your father’s mouth was solemn. He ran a hand down his face. “You didn’t.”

“I had to.” Your voice shook, “I knew they would need proof.”

Your father slapped the table, causing the glasses to shake.

“Why?!” He yelled, the vein in his forehead practically bursting as he stared at you, “Why? Why did you do it?”

More tears escaped you, “Because I wanted to punish him.”

“And there it is.” Ward’s voice was thick with contentment, “Just a young, foolish woman using her body to get her way. Putting an innocent man in jail. The courts will have a heyday with this.”

“Dad, I’m sorry.” You reached for him but he stood abruptly, shaking his head as he paced near his seat.

“Daddy.” You cried.

“So!” Ward clapped his hands together, “Back to the deal. You invest, my son gets your daughter, & her dirty little secret remains just that: a secret. Or else you’re family will crumble within in seconds.”

“Stop it!” You screamed, accidentally knocking over Ward’s glass as you swung your arms in distress. “Please, stop it!”

Ward growled as the amber liquid stained his shirt, but he patted at it with a cloth napkin before he leaned towards you, his hand ensnaring your wrist, “I’m the only who can stop it. Take the deal.”

“Take the deal, Harold.” Ward repeated, his hand still holding your wrist as he glanced up at your father, “I don’t want to see my son behind a stand anymore than you do your daughter. Though, she’ll receive a much harsher future than Rafe will.”

Your father finally looked up, his eyes hard but also…sad. Your heart faltered. This was all your fault. Ward was right. If your father didn’t take the deal, your family would go down in flames. And it would be all your doing. Dr. Mooney would run free, & you’d be ruins.

When your father didn’t speak, you chose to. “We accept.”

You glanced between Ward & Rafe, both of whom shared the same loathsome smiles.

Ward let go of your wrist, rubbing it gently, “And that’s how a deal is made. I knew I liked you for a reason.”

Ripping your hand away from Ward, you stood up to approach your father, wiping your cheeks free from any tears.

“I’m sorry.” You gently touched his arm. Your father met your eyes, his stare unwavering but shattered.

“I can’t protect you.”

“I know.” You sniffled, “But this is my fault. And I can’t watch you & mom suffer because of me. I promise you I’d be a good daughter. So, let me.”

“_____...” He hung his head, “I swore I would never let another man hurt you. Me, most of all. I meant it.”

“You’ve done everything for me. Sacrificed everything for me.” Tears blurred your vision, “Let me do this for you. I can do it.”

“Awh.” Ward commented from his seat, “I do love a sweet father-daughter moment.”

You ignored his comment, maneuvering your body to block Ward from your father’s line of sight, “It’ll be okay.”

Your father shook his head, meeting your eyes once more, “I’ll get a lawyer, I’ll get 10. They won’t get away with this.”

“But for now, they will.” You straightened your spine, “It won’t be for forever.”

For the first time in what felt like ages, your father brought you into his arms, hugging you. You wrapped your arms around his middle, pressing your face into his chest. It almost felt as if he needed it more than you.

“It won’t be goodbye forever.” Ward split you two apart with his words, “They’ll be back for the holidays.”

You frowned at the statement, “Back?”

Ward chuckled, “Like I said, honey, Rafe will be overseeing the progress from London. In fact, your boat leaves in ten minutes.”

“What?” Your father pushed you behind him, “No! You’re not taking her, not now.”

Ward sighed annoyingly, “I’m not doing this dance again, Harold. That’s the deal. My son gets her & your family remains intact. And my business thrives.”

Rafe stood from his seat, slowly approaching the two of you. Your father threw Rafe the nastiest glare you had ever seen grace his features, “Don’t come near her.”

Rafe grinned at that, his eyes falling to yours, “Too late for that.”

He then extended his arm, his hand held out waiting for you.

Swallowing the lump in your throat, you grabbed your father once more, “Tell Mom I love her. It’ll be okay. We’ll figure it out.”

Your father shook his head, his hands desperately gripping your upper arms, but you begrudgingly pulled yourself away from him.

“I love you.” You told him, letting Rafe slip his hand into yours.

Never before had you seen your father on the verge of crying, yet there he was with his eyes red & watering.

Ward joined your father where he stood, clapping him on the back, then he offered his own hand, “Welcome to the business world, partner.”

The sound of a horn sounded in the distance & you peeked over your shoulder towards the beach. There was a boathouse & a dock & at the end of it all was a yacht with it’s engine running. An unknown man waving from aboard.

“Time to go.” Rafe placed a hand on the small of your back, leading you away.

“Dad!” You hollered & he made to move towards you, but Ward stopped him, his mouth moving but you were too far away to make out what he was saying.

Your body began to shake uncontrollably as you grew closer & closer to the yacht. Once there, Rafe climbed aboard first before offering you his hand up. You slapped it away & climbed up yourself.

“Captain.” Rafe greeted the man who had waved, “_____. _____, this is our captain for the journey, Captain Underwood.”

‘Welcome aboard the Horizon Voyager.” He grinned, none-the-wiser to your reasoning being aboard.

“Thank you.” You muttered.

“We’ll be at sea for 18 days, with stop offs in Spain & France before making landing in England. If you need anything, ask myself or Rafe.” He nodded, “You’re in safe hands.”

Oh, but you weren’t.

It was dark out, the boat moving smoothly along the ocean waters. Captain Underwood settled your nerves, reassuring you that it’d be nice seas the whole way. You had never been aboard a boat before, like this anyway, in the middle of the vast ocean. It only added to your queasiness. Shortly after boarding, Rafe gave you a tour of the yacht. It was luxurious, & you expected nothing less from a Cameron.

The inside was a decent size, but the bedroom, where you knew you’d be slumbering alongside Rafe made your skin crawl. It was tight. Suffocating. But Rafe looked more than pleased. After the tour, you escaped to the bathroom to throw up your dinner. You remained in there for some time, staring at yourself in the mirror. The whole night felt surreal, like a vivid vicious nightmare. When you did finally emerge, the captain gave you seasick pills to help with the effects of life on the sea while Rafe took over the wheel. You hoped he crashed the yacht into a reef.

By the time night feel, you were lounging in the bedroom, your heels on the floor & your whole body tucked under the covers. You had no clue as to where tonight was going to lead to, all your clothes & belongings back at the hotel suite. Your father would be returning there & home alone. It made your heart ache.

The boat creaked around you as you stared lied in a fetal position under the covers, staring at the wall. There was a TV mounted into the wall near the door but you had no interest in entertainment. You just wished more than anything that you could turn back time, take everything back before it came back to bite you in the ass. It wasn’t about Dr. Mooney anymore, it was about your family. You hadn’t thought of them, & now you all were being punished for it.

The door to the bedroom cracked open & you hurriedly sat upwards, glaring at the unwelcome presence.

“That’s not a very nice look.” Rafe feigned hurt. He handed you a plate with a sandwich on his, “Not much of a cook but it’ll have to do.”

“Not hungry.” You responded bitterly, turning away from him.

He sighed but didn’t fight you, placing the plate on a built-in dresser. Then he sat at the foot of the bed, his hand finding your leg through the covers.

“I’m starving.”

You tossed him a glare, not reading into his comment. You kicked at him under the covers, trying to shove him off the bed. Rafe laughed lightly, clearly misreading your shoving as something akin to playfulness. He gripped the covers & ripped them off you. You gasped at the action, quickly bringing your legs up towards you as you sat up.

“What the hell are you doing?”

Rafe furrowed his brows, confused, but smirked, “I’m starving.”

His eyes fell to your exposed legs, his tongue darting out to swipe his lips.

“No.” You pointed at him, “No fucking way!”

He scoffed then, cocking his head, “Really? I thought you, of all people, would be jumping at the chance to fuck. I’m guessing it’s been a while, right?”

“That’s not who I am anymore.” You snarled, glaring at him.

“Oh, yeah? Arrowhead really worked on ya, huh?” He was mocking you. You rolled your eyes, “It’s none of your business, but yeah. Being surrounded by assholeish men kinda made me realize I don’t fucking need them. Even for a quickie.”

Rafe nodded, appearing somewhat impressed, but it was short-lived, “So, you don’t get the burning sensation anymore? The need. The scratch you can’t itch.”

Your thighs pressed against one another at his word. He leaned closer, his hand slowly growing closer to your legs.

“Even if I did, I wouldn’t go to you. I’d rather drown out here then let you touch me.”

“We both know that isn’t true. You’re a nympho through & through. Someone just needs to touch you just right.”

His fingers caught your ankle, dragging you down the bed. You yelped softly, attempting to move back but Rafe was quick to straddle you, his hand gently grabbing your wrists & raising your arms above your head until he was directly above you.

“I gotta say, this is a good look for you.”

You growled beneath him, trying to push him off with your hips, but he was heavier than he looked.

“Rafe, get off me, I’m serious.”

“I liked you much more before. You were more fun then.”

You narrowed your eyes up at him, shaking your head, “I never liked you.”

“Remember what I said about you being a bad liar?” He leaned down until his lips were at your ear, “That hasn’t changed.”

His lips grazed the shell of your ear, your spine erupting with tingles that danced up & down your back.

“I’m sure if I touch you just right…” His teeth nicked your earlobe, “I can make you spread those legs for me whether you want to or not.”

“You’re an asshole.” You griped, feeling your thighs shake.

“You didn’t cum last time.” Rafe whispered, his lips grazing your neck next. You felt his tongue lick at you, teasing the pleasure zone there. “I’ll make you cum this time. And every time.”

“No.” You begged through gritted teeth as you felt pins & needles erupt across your flesh.

“Just relax.” Rafe kissed along your jawline, one of his hands still holding your wrists above your head while the other reached down to find the hem of your dress. When you felt his fingers dip under the fabric, your body jolted.

A gasp parted your lips & you stared wide-eyed at the ceiling. It was coming. The burning.

Rafe kneed your thighs apart, enough for him to settle between your legs. The pressure of his body against yours forced a pleasured sigh from the most fucked up part of your insides. You felt dizzy as the room rocked around you. Rafe shifted his hips upwards, his bulge rubbing against your sensitive center deliciously so.

He then caught your chin with the hand that held your wrists, forcing you to look him in the eyes. His eyes were hooded, filled with lust & blazing with desire as he stared down at you. He took his time glancing over your features, lingering particularly long on your open mouth. He leaned down yet again, this time catching your mouth with his. He wasted no time sliding his tongue inside you mouth. You moaned regrettably into the kiss.

“You taste so fucking good.” Rafe moaned, pulling away, “I want to taste all of you.”

Words failed you, your limbs more so, as he slithered down the length of your body until his upper body was between your legs. He slipped your underwear down, letting them hang loose off one ankle as he flipped the skirt of your dress up.

“I know you feel guilty.” He kissed the inside of your right thigh.

“But you don’t have to.” His breath was hot & cold at the same time, making your pussy throb.

“You can feel good, too.” Rafe licked the length of your thigh from your knee to just before your hot center.

“I can make you feel good.” Your body shuddered under his touch.

Rafe then reached forward, grabbing one of your arms & bringing your hand down to your cunt.

“Touch yourself.” He breathed out, & you felt you would melt into the bed.

He moved your fingers just over your mound. A shock sprinted up your spine at the contact. You hadn’t masturbated in months. Now, you needed to. You were burning up.

Pressing your fingers against your pulsating clit, a wonton mewl parted your lips.

“Good girl.” He looked up at you as he kneaded the meat of your thighs, nodding at you.

Your chest was heaving as you moved your fingers, swiping your fingers along your entrance & folds.

You bit your lip, your own eyes hooded as you watched Rafe watch you. Then he closed the distance, his lips closing around your mound.

“Ah!” You squealed, gripping the covers of the bed. His tongue swiped along your folds expertly, his tongue delving just inside your pussy. You could feel how wet you had become, coating his face with your juices.

Rafe wrapped his arms around your hips, pressing your hips further into his face as he ate you out. Your thighs shook around his head, euphoric moans escaping every breath you heaved.

As he licked, prodded, & fulfilled your every aching need, his other hand glided up the center of your abdomen underneath your dress. His fingers grazed the sides of your breasts before his hand appeared before your face. He continued to fuck you with tongue as he glanced up at you. You felt yourself growing hotter & wetter by the second. Then he stuck a thumb into your mouth.

You desperately sucked on his digit, tasting the saltiness of the ocean as you did. Rafe moaned into your pussy, the vibrations pushing you closer to the edge.

Growling with impatience, Rafe suddenly removed himself from between your legs. He remained on his knees as he yanked his arm out from under your dress. You had no time to react before he reached for the top of your dress & tore it down the middle. His eyes glinted as he took in your mostly nude form.

“Fuck.” He breathed out. Falling atop you, his mouth latched onto one of your pebbled nipples, suckling the bud. You moaned loudly, pressing your chest into his face. You felt as he reached between your bodies to undo his shorts. He then pushed himself off you once more to remove his shirt. Your eyes danced around his exposed chest, admiring the definitions of his toned body.

Honestly, fuck this man. And you would. Whether you wanted to or not.

Rafe returned his mouth to your breast, nipping the sensitive flesh there. Then you felt a hot, hard pressure at your entrance. You were slick, your evidence of desire pooling underneath you. You felt Rafe smile into your chest as he shoved his hard cock into your quivering cunt.

“Oh, fuck.” You moaned, & he growled into your chest.

Rafe wasted no time pounding into you. The small underwater room was quickly filled with the sounds of flesh slapping against flesh, your combined mewls & shrills, & the wetness of your cunt as you tightened around his girth.

“You’re my girl.” Rafe breathed out as he looked down at you, one of your legs bent at the knee as he held it against his side. “Say it.”

“I’m your girl.” You breathed out, your hatred for him nonexistent as he fucked the reasoning out of you.

“Again.” He watched as your tits bounced with every thrust of his hips. You felt your walls clench painfully as you grew closer & closer to the edge.

“I’m your girl, Rafe.”

“Oh, fuck yes.” He groaned, catching your throat in his hand. He tightened his grip just enough for you to struggling breathing but not enough to make you pass out.

“You’re my fucking girl.” He ground his hips against yours, your clit being manipulated devilishly so.

“Ah, Rafe!” You cried out, feeling yourself about to cum.

“Cum for me, baby.” Rafe gripped the back of your head, angling your head so he could catch your mouth with his, “I want to hear you.”

You shoved your face away from his, clinging to his frame as you felt your world crash around you. A strained cry filled with regretful pleasure filled the corners of the room as you fucked yourself against him, your cum coating his cock. Rafe chuckled against you, his arms circled around your waist as he fucked you to his own orgasm. His hips grew choppy, rushed, sloppy until he finally stilled, a groan erupting from his throat as he stretched & filled you with his cum.

He collapsed on top of you, the two of you breathing heavily, both of your bodies coated in a light sheen of sweat. Your whole body shook with the aftershocks of your orgasm & black spots blanketed your vision. Rafe rolled off you, his own chest heaving as he absorbed the effects of his orgasm.

You two lied there for some time in silence, the scent of sex in the air. When you finally cooled down, you winced as you sat upwards, glancing the mess between your legs. Your cum mixed with his.

And just as quickly as the euphoric feeling disappeared, your rage returned.

Swinging yourself upwards you hurriedly climbed on top of Rafe before bringing a closed fist down onto his face. Rafe, unprepared for your assault, caught the right hook right in his high, howling momentarily before he harshly gripped your arm, rolling the two of you until he was back on top.

“What the fuck is your problem?!” He yelled, his eye red from where you struck him.

“I said ‘no’!” You yelled back.

Rafe glared at you, an unamused smile on his face, “Your body said yes.”

“Fuck you!” You screamed, thrashing under him, “Fuck you, Rafe! I hate you!”

“Hate me all you want.” He huffed out, “But remember, your monster wants mine. Needs it.”

You shook your head defiantly, “No. I don’t want this.”

“That’s too bad.” Rafe shoved himself off you then, grabbing his shirt & shorts from the ground. He then peered at you with a cocky smirk.

“You used me for your own benefit. Now, it’s my turn.” Rafe, once dressed, stepped forward & gripped your head to leave a kiss on your forehead.

You shoved him away, “I hate you.”’

“I know.” He nodded, but was unbothered, “But you’re mine. And there’s nothing you can do about it.”

He then rested his fists on the bed as he leaned forward, looking you directly in the eyes, “And no matter how many times you tell me no, your body will always tell me yes. I suggest you get used to it.”

Then he turned his back on you, prepared to leave the room, but you shouted after him, “You won’t win forever!”

“Maybe.” He said over his shoulder as he opened the door, then he faced you, “But I win for now. Don’t I?”

With a smile, Rafe left the room, closing the door behind him. You threw the closest object to you, a pillow, at the door. Tears of frustration cascaded down your cheeks. The boat continued to rock & you along with it.

This would be your life now. And it was all your doing. Rafe had gotten what he wanted in the end, & he would always remind you of that. Whether with his words or his tongue, you belonged to Rafe Cameron.

The only person to blame was yourself. You & the goddamn burning. Do you feel satisfied?

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Support System pt. 9

Roy Kent x Reader - domestic fluff and hints of further spice to come 😍

CH1 | CH 2 | CH 3 | CH 4 | CH 5 | CH 6 | CH 7 | CH 8

MASTERLIST

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You're enjoying the hottest shower you can bear and also not looking forward to going back to your poor water pressure trickle when he taps on the door.

"Why you knocking?" You laugh over the pounding water.

"Don't want to catch you doing something you don't want me to know about, " he says with a wink. You turn the shower off and step into the towel he's holding out. "Your phones been going mad, I hope you don't mind but I wanted to check it wasn't Lexie?"

"Thank you, course I don't." You take the phone and look through the notifications. "Lots from your sister, she's seen the red carpet pictures… shit, the pictures!" You keep scrolling, reaching with your other hand to hold onto his t-shirt. He takes you hand and kisses the palm. "Ah. Here we go." You hold it up to show him. A slew of messages and missed calls from Andy.

"Fuck. What a knob. Come on, I've made tea. Do you want to read them while I get angry or the other way around?"

"Ooh we can switch and both get angry."

"Can't do that, you look really hot when you're mad and we haven't got enough time for that."

"Uhh you need talk? Jamie asked me last night if permanent concussion was a thing from all the times you've headbutted him." He holds his hands up, backing out the door.

"I deny everything." He leaves you to pull on some leggings and one of his Richmond t-shirts (no name on the back). You bounce down the stairs, your heels from the night before discarded at the bottom. Your dress had been left there too but Roy's obviously rescued it and draped it over the back of the sofa.

"Thank you for saving the dress." You tiptoe to kiss his cheek.

"It's only down here so I can put it on you again and then take it back off."

"Oh I'm sorry, I didn't think we had time for that this morning?" You tease. You sit up on one of the barstools and he steps between your legs, holding out a piece of toast.

"We don't, but I can look at it and dream." He sneaks a kiss before passing your breakfast and moves to stand behind you.

"I see what you're doing, feed me, put me in a good mood before I have to read these stupid messages?"

"Is it working?" He kisses your neck.

"No."

"Yes," a laugh which makes you shiver.

"Fine, yes. OK, what have we got…" You unlock the phone and open Andy’s contact page. "Ready?" He nods into your shoulder.

" Now I see why you said no to getting back together. Starting tame, also he's not wrong. I'll allow it. You look like a slag in that dress. Juicy, god I haven't heard the word slag for years!" Roy growls. " I'm guessing Lexie doesn't know. She will when she wakes up. Hmm. OK. I mean, she likes you so I think we can cope with that situation. I think she'll be OK?"

"She's a fucking great kid, smart as hell. She'll be OK." He assures you.

"There's more. He must have been pretty drunk by these I think. Bet he can't even fuck you with that dodgy knee. Uhhh, better than anyone. Ever. Ever." You feel his grin against your neck. "Don't get a big head."

"Not my head." He laughs, his beard and warm breath tickling you.

"Ohhh stop doing that. Moving on. I'm sorry you dint really look like a slut. or slag. Ah, spelling and memory are becoming an issue. Oh god, he's back to sex. No idea why, he has literally zero to brag about. can't believe that wanker gets to fuck you in that dress bitch I wud fuk u better. Wow, that one is a real mess. Its the last one, I'm guessing he passed out after that because that last bit is just wishful thinking on his part."

"Didn't he have Lexie?"

"She went to his mums I think, he was going to the West Ham match."

"Good fucking job, if I find out he's getting wasted while she's with him-" You spin the seat around to face him again,

"You'll do nothing. I'll rip his dick off with my bare hands though."

"Fuck me, you're hot when you're angry."

"I should go and get her. I just need to check where from. Are you with Jamie today?"

"Yeah, but I can see him later if you want me to come with you?"

"I'll be OK. How shall we tell her? Do you want to be there?"

"Your call babe, whatever you think she'd prefer? I'd rather not scare the shit out of her."

"I'll get her and go back to mine. You could come over when you're done later if you want? If she asks me, I won't lie to her but if she doesn't, then we can tell her together? I'll cook for you for a change."

"Perfect. Do me a favour?"

"Anything."

"Wear this when you pick her up." He traces over your heart where it turns out, his name is on the shirt embroidered above the Richmond logo.

"Baby, I would turn up in a full kit with your name on the back. Knee socks included, and football boots, just to piss him off." He kisses you fiercely,

"Now you're just talking dirty to me," he mutters.

"Yep, you love it. Come on, I bet Jamie's dying for gossip and I've got to get going." You text Andy while throwing only the important things in your bag. You're sure you've left a breadcrumb trail of your belongings around the house, but you know Roy won't mind. You head out together, the walk taking you both in the same direction for much of the journey. "Did you need to do anything about the photos?"

"Nah, no point in retracting them now and you look fit so the whole world can see them for all I care."

"Including your mum."

"Including my m-, shit, yeah I'd better call her. And your parents? Are they gonna wonder what the fucks going on?"

"I'll take Lexie round that way on our way home I think. Appease them."

"Nice one. Right, this is the Tartt's palace. See you later. Good luck, don't fucking kill him without me there to watch."

"Hmm I'll try. Don't make Jamie vom, he was trying really hard not to get too drunk last night but I don't think he was very successful."

"Story of his life. Love you." You smile up at him,

"Love you too." Jamie has the door open before Roy's even hallway through the gate, waving at you. You wave back and carry on up to Andy’s mum's house. She had been largely on your side up to now, annoyed with Andy for breaking up the family and worried that she'd see less of Lexie because of it. You'd reassured her repeatedly, taken Lexie in for tea on the way home from school, picked up bits of shopping for her and gently tried to let her know that nothing had to change between them. You weren't so sure that would be the case this morning.

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Andy’s car was on the drive so you braced yourself.

"Darling girl, come in! Tea?"

"Hi Daph, yes please. I've only had time for one this morning." So far, so good.

"Sore head?" She asked knowingly.

"Not too bad. I suspect someone else is more hungover than me."

"You're not wrong. Did he give you crap?"

"A bit. How was Lex?"

"Oh golden, we had a lovely night. She's none the wiser by the way." She leads you from your hushed conversation in the hallway to her kitchen where Lexie sat eating breakfast and Andy hovered with a coffee in hand.

"Morning poppet, did you have a good night with Gran?"

"Yeah, we watched the new Matilda film!"

"And she hasn't stopped singing the songs yet!" Lexie grinned at her Gran.

"Show me later. Did you do your homework with Dad?" She nodded through a mouthful of cereal. Andy had yet to acknowledge you so far. "Shall we pop and see Nanny and Pop-pop on the way home?" Her face lights up, Andy grunts from the corner of the room.

"Something to tell the folks eh?"

"Nothing we haven't already talked about." You quickly come up with the white lie. You don't want him to have the satisfaction that you're on clean up duty today. Lexie finishes her breakfast, puts her bowl in the sink and gives Daph a big hug.

"Thank you Gran."

"Anytime pickle. Have a lovely week at school."

"And bye to Dad?" You prompt her, finishing your tea. You manage to leave without being cornered by Andy, it's pretty clear that his mum has told him to keep his mouth shut, so the short distance to your parents is a happy one. Your dad is already in the garden checking his plants and you can see your mum in the kitchen window beaming at Lexie. "Morning!" You call out, Lexie runs straight in so you go to your dad first. "Hiya dad."

"Morning poppet," the same nickname you use for Lexie makes you smile. "Saw the paper."

"Hmm I thought you might have."

"Isn't he an almighty arsehole? I saw him on Sky Sports news, proper miserable bugger." You laugh at your dad's straight to the point question.

"I still need to talk to Lexie, so I can't really talk about it too much, but he's so lovely dad. He's a grumpy fucker but he loves me, and Lexie too. It's early days, but he makes me very happy." Your dad stays quiet, just a grunt of acknowledgement.

"I'll see about that. You'll bring him?"

"Soon, let's get the season finished first. It's a busy couple of weeks."

"Any luck on the job front?"

"Not yet."

"I hope you're not planning on just letting him support you? I didn't raise you like that."

"Dad! Course I'm not!" It stings a bit that he'd even ask that. You leave him to his tomato plants and go in to your mum.

"Morning, love. Good night?"

"Yeah, thank you." Lexie is distracted by the baking your mum has already started, "you're not going to ask if I'm in it for the money as well are you?" Your mum laughs,

"Don't be daft. Nice t-shirt," she notes. "Does the situation make you happy?" She asks cryptically for Lexie's benefit.

"Very."

"Well that's enough for me for now. More details to follow though please. And you looked beautiful, my sweetheart."

"Thank you."

"He's very handsome. The only reason I'd put up with your dad watching Sky Sports news, really. Don't tell him I said that."

"I'm not telling either of them. Don't want him leaving me for my hot mum!" You stay long enough for Lexie the bottomless pit to have one of your mums famed apple muffins and pack up a couple to take for Roy, thankful that they can't ask too much with Lexie around. You plan to walk home via the park so text Sara who meets you with Phoebe.

"How did the parental rounds go? Roy called this morning, said you'd have to deal with Andy's mum as well?"

"The mums are fine, I think. Turns out he's got a good fanbase in older women."

"Oh that'll be his yoga women theory rumbled then. So confident they have no idea who he is! Like their husbands aren't all glued to weekend football."

"My dad asked if I was a golddigger."

"Ouch, rude!"

"Just making sure I'm not throwing my career away."

"What career?" She sniggers.

"Oi, cheek!"

"You looked so great together last night. The pictures were amazing."

"It didn't even cross my mind that they'd get attention like that. I wasn't expecting damage control this morning, or to have to tell those two so soon." You look over at where the girls are playing.

"Phebs hasn't mentioned it yet, but it won't take long. You haven't got to see the playground parents tomorrow have you? That'll be fun, they love a bit of extracurricular shagging!"

"No, she's at breakfast club thankfully! I'm going to tell her this afternoon."

"Good idea, gotta do it before anyone else can." You say goodbye with plans to watch the following week's Man City game together with the girls and to catch up in the week at school.

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You're considering tackling the mountain of washing and more job applications when the front door knocks. Lexie, who's been quiet all morning, jumps up to open it. You can just about see the front door from the kitchen, so the first thing you see is Roy handing Lexie a bunch of pink tulips.

"For me?" She squeaks, "really?"

"Is that OK?"

"Only mum has ever brought me flowers before! Mum! Roy brought me flowers!" She rushes in to show you, shaking the bunch in her little fist.

"Oh honey, they're beautiful! Shall I help you put them in water?"

"Can you do it? I'm making friendship bracelets."

"'Scuse me?"

"Pleaseee?"

"That's better, yes, I can do that for you." She puts the flowers on the table and runs back to the living room, high fiving Roy on the way past. "Someone is on the charm offensive."

"Oh big time," he pulled another bunch from behind his back, peonies.

"How did you know?"

"Dunno what you're talking about." He checked the door before kissing you lightly, you cock your head to one side, "alright yeah, Lexie told me last week when you were out shopping with Sar."

"I knew you were a softy really."

"Only for you, don't get destroying my fucking tough man image."

"I wouldn't dream of it. I like that side too. Did you make Jamie vomit?"

"Unfortunately no. Did you kill anyone?"

"Unfortunately no. Bad mornings all round." He hasn't moved from your side yet and keeps looking to the door. "I think you're safe. She's making Richmond coloured bracelets for the match, we're watching with your mum and sister."

"So I've heard, means I'd better tell my mum about you then." At the knowledge that you shouldn't be interrupted for a few moments, he takes the opportunity to crowd you against the counter and really kiss you. You tilt your head to give you both better access and he sweeps his tongue over your bottom lip before biting it. The small gesture sends a wave of pleasure through your body and your hands go to the hem of his t-shirt of their own accord. You slide them just underneath enough to feel the warm skin on his stomach. The lightest scratch of your nails so close to the waistband of his jeans makes him growl into the kiss. "I've got to stop," he groans, pulling away from you. You can't help the desperate, needy moan at the loss of contact, and the look he gives you from that sound alone is enough to leave you trembling. You take a second to get your breath back and go back to sorting out the flowers. "Has she asked?" He questions once it feels safe enough to talk again.

"Not yet. I'm going to go and talk to her, you're welcome to come with me?" He squeezes your hand reassuringly but makes sure to let it go once you're in the living room. "Hey, Lex? I need to tell you some that you might end up hearing about from someone else, I wanted to be able to tell you first though?" She sits up and starts measuring your wrist for a friendship bracelet.

"Is it about Roy?"

"Uhh yeah, how did you know?" She shrugs,

"He's here. And he brought flowers." You nod,

"Right, of course. Yeah, it's about Roy. He asked me out to a fancy party last night. You might see some pictures of us-"

"Have you got them, can I see now?"

"Sure, I just need to get my phone." You're about to stand when Roy passes you his phone instead, and you see the lockscreen is one of the pictures from the night before. You hold it out to her,

"You guys look so cute." Roy grunts at being called 'cute', "It's true!" She says, taking up his wrist to measure him for a bracelet. "So he's like, your boyfriend?" You steal a quick look at him, his eyebrows raise in anticipation of your answer.

"Yeah. Is that ok?" Lexie shrugs,

"Sure, you're cooler than dad's new girlfriend but they broke up already. And now I get to meet footballers and hang out with Phoebe even more. She said we could be cousins and I told her I didn't have any so she said we should definitely do that. Can we?"

"Let's ummm… cousins is a very big step for you both. You really need to make sure you're ready so just slow down a bit there." Roy is sniggering at the big deal you've made cousins out to be, but Lexie is having none of it.

"Mum, I think we'd be OK. We're nearly 9. We're not babies. I think you should just be brave and let us do it."

"Thanks for that input bunny, I'll take the cousins thing super seriously, ok?" She accepts your suggestion and thankfully drops the conversation. In the safety of the kitchen, you lean into him and let his arms wrap around you. "That was so scary. Why are 8 year olds so fucking terrifying?!"

"You were the shit, I fucking loved that." He laughs, his chest rumbling against yours. You stand together until Roy's phone rings and disturbs you. "It's Phoebe. Alright love?" He asks her. You can hear the squeal through the phone but can't make out what she's actually saying. You move away from Roy and give him a big thumbs up and a: you got this ! He doesn't look convinced, despite you only just telling him how scary it was. You can only hear his side of the call. "Nan saw the pictures? Yeah it was a fucking great dress. Yeah alright, I owe you. Worth it. No, this doesn't mean you're cousins now. You can be cousins when I tell you so. Cos it'll be up to me! Phoebe, put nan on the phone. Mum? Yeah she's OK. I'll come and see you tomorrow. I will, love you." He hangs up and you wait. "Phoebe is suddenly obsessed with cousins and mum wanted to check you were ok." You smile,

"I think that went well then. All the mums are on board, all the kids, I'm claiming the win."

You cooked dinner, as promised and let Lexie watch a film with Roy afterwards while you packed her school bag and your work things. He left at her bedtime, leaving you with a kiss at the door.

"Maybe Roy could have a sleepover next time, mum," she said halfway to sleep, "but you can't steal all the covers or he'll get cold."

"Thanks poppet, I'll make sure I don't steal the covers."

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One Last Dance | Chapter 10

pairing: Minho x fem reader

genre: smau, crack, angst, fluff, non!idol au, major character death (I am apologizing now), friends to lovers, soul mates, first love, roommates

pov: 1st/2nd person (depending on how you view it)

warnings: swearing, suggestive (things get steamy guys, gals, and nonbinary pals, buckle up), mention of food, mention of death

summary: Childhood best friends Lee Minho and L/n Y/n are in their final year of university. While both of them are in love with each other, the only thing keeping them apart is Minho’s fear of change. As both dancers prepare for their lives after college, will Minho finally let fear rule him and his emotions or will he finally gain courage before he loses Y/n forever?

word count: 5,847

screenshot count: 10

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"Look, the only person I care about being in the car is Felix since we're doing this for him. If your asses aren't in the car, ready to go in the next 20 minutes, we're leaving you behind." You call into the boys' apartment. It's more for Hyunjin than it is for the rest of them.

Today is finally the day of your beach trip, and to be honest, you're quite excited. After the stress of midterms and the bullshit you've had to endure because of Minho's temper, you needed one day in the sun. The group decided to head to one of the further beaches, Daecheon Beach, a painstaking 3 hours away from Seoul. And because you plan to spend the whole day at the beach, you had to leave at 7 in the morning, much to Hyunjin, Felix, and Ma-Ri's dismay. Luckily, you won't have to worry about driving in the traffic on the way back home, Ma-Ri went ahead and booked three rooms for the night at a nearby motel.

"Where are you going all bright and shiny this morning?" A familiar raspy voice calls.

"Oh wow, Chan, you're up before noon." You tease as the older boy leans against his doorframe. He's dressed in black basketball shorts and a zip-up hoodie. His hair tousled around like he's been running his hands through it.

While you and Chan haven't hung out one-on-one since your little business meeting, you two still talk and meet at his apartment. You've gotten to know Changbin better and see a different side of Jisung that wasn't at all present while he was living with Felix, Hyunjin, and Seungmin.

"Why would I be asleep when the sun is gracing me with her presence?" He smirks, licking the corner of his lips. How he's able to be so flirty after waking up, you'll never know.

"It's too early for this." You mumble while blushing.

"No but seriously, where are you going?"

"Felix is super homesick and since we can't all take a spontaneous trip to Australia, we're going to spend the day at Daecheon Beach. Spending the night there too."

"Wish you told me, I love the beach."

"Pretty sure you just want to see me in a swimsuit."

"Well, that's just a bonus." He leans down closer to he's more to your eye level. He said he's back off, but he seems flirtier than before.

"You just don't quit." You tighten your grip on your beach bag and suitcase.

"Why quit? I'm just having fun. You tell me to stop, I'll stop."

"Channie, my brain isn't awake yet." You whine. You're too tired to banter back and forth with him.

"Okay, okay. No, but seriously, if your friend gets homesick again, send him my way. I got him, us Aussies got to stick together."

"I'll keep that in mind, thanks. I think he'd like that a lot."

The two of you fall silent for a second while Chan's eyes look you up and down. His eyebrows furrow together in concern and he bites his bottom lip.

"It's 6 in the morning and you're dressed in a tube top and shorts. Aren't you cold? It's freezing."

"Oh shit, I left my jacket." You suddenly remembered that you left your jacket on the couch when you went to put more food and water in the cats' automatic feeder and water bowl. You turn to head back to your apartment, digging around in your bag for your keys.

"Here," You look up at Chan as he quickly unzips his hoodie and pulls it off before handing it to you, revealing that he wasn't wearing a shirt underneath. You can also see now that his shorts are pulled low enough to see the waistband of his boxers. You can't help but stare at the perfectly toned six-pack in front of you. You quickly shake your head to bring yourself back to reality.

"You're just naked underneath your jacket?"

"I'm like this 24/7. I just wear clothes when you're over so you don't fall madly in love with me." He smiles, his dimple prominently showing.

"Get over yourself," You scoff.

"I saw you ogling me, don't lie Y/n." He pushes the jacket towards you again.

"It's fine, Chan. I can go grab mine real quick."

"Yeah, but mine is right here and toasty. It'll warm you up faster. Plus," Chan walks out of his apartment and leans into your ear, you can feel his breath on your skin. A chill runs down your spine. "it'll make lover boy jealous to see you wearing another man's clothes."

You don't want to make Minho jealous, you never wanted to. You know he's a jealous person. The fits he used to throw when you two were little were evidence of that. But he's already under the impression that you're trying to make him jealous. And you're cold and Chan's warm jacket is right there. Maybe that's why you find yourself setting your bag on the floor and taking the jacket out of Chan's hand, quickly slipping it on before you can argue how bad of an idea it is.

"Atta, girl," He praises into your ear before placing a kiss on your cheek and finally backing up.

"What happened to you backing off?" You ask as you zip up the jacket, looking at Chan. It's evident to both of you that the kiss flustered you a bit. You're certain Chan can see how red your face is.

Chan doesn't answer, just smirks, as he nods his head to tell you to look behind you. You grab your bag before turning around to find an angry Minho. His arms are crossed and his fists clenched. You watch as his jaw tenses as he stares are you and Chan.

"If you're not in the car in the next 5 minutes, we're leaving without you. We still have to pick up Ma-Ri and get breakfast." He says flatly, fire burning in his eyes as they refuse to leave Chan. He's actually staring him down.

"I'm going to kill you." You whisper at Chan.

"You took my jacket, sweetheart." He whispers back, shrugging.

You sigh as you walk towards the stairs. You're almost halfway to the stairs when you realize you don't hear Minho walking behind you. You turn around to find Minho and Chan staring each other down. A scowl on Minho's face as he shoots daggers at Chan. Chan, on the other what, has an amused expression on his face, clearly enjoying this.

"Minho, let's go," You call quietly, aware that most of your neighbors are still asleep. Minho doesn't move for a second as he continues to stare down Chan. Eventually, he breaks eye contact and walks towards you. When he's a bit closer to you, you start walking again.

"Bye, babe. Make sure you take lots of pictures for me, yeah?" Chan calls out, loud enough for Minho to hear but still not loud enough to wake up the neighbors. You roll your eyes and mentally start drafting the text you're going to send him in the car.

“It’s 7 in the fucking morning,” Minho grumbles as he walks past you.

***

“Wow,” Ma-Ri breathes.

The seven of you got to the beach earlier than expected. You're almost certain that Minho was driving illegally fast to get as far away from Chan as quickly as possible. If that's the case, your 3-hour drive tomorrow might become 5 hours. Because of how fast you were going, Minho missed a few stops and you ended up getting McDonald's close to the beach. It may have been a pain in the ass to hear Hyunjin complain about how he was hungry, but having breakfast by the ocean.

"Something about the breeze and the salt water making eating food better." Felix hums, bouncing in his spot before he takes another sip of his Jeju Hallabong chiller.

"Noona," In says before swallowing the rest of the food in his mouth, " why are you eating a choco oreo mcflurry this early in the morning?"

"Hm, if you mix it with coffee, it tastes better. And I need coffee if I'm going to babysit you five." You answer as you finish mixing the mcflurry into your coffee.

Truth be told, you didn't order the mcflurry, Minho did for you. You don't always mix them but he knows that it's your favorite thing to do when you get coffee from McDonald's. You could just get an ice cream latte, but the oreos and chocolate add to the coffee.

"What do you mean babysit the five of us? There are four underclassmen." Ma-Ri asks with her mouthful of food.

"Disgusting," Hyunjin mutters under his breath. You grab a napkin from the bag and then grab Ma-Ri's face, wiping the ketchup off her face.

"I think you're the fifth one, noona," Seungmin adds.

"Okay, yeah fair."

Minho sits quietly eating his food, laughing when someone says or does something funny. He's been deep in thought the whole time you guys were eating. He silently helped you apply sunscreen on your back after you helped everyone. Insecure about the scar that stretches across his abdomen, he's wearing a loose white sweater and doesn't need help getting sunscreen on his back. You haven't talked to him all morning, other than helping him with directions on the drive to the beach. His little jealousy act is getting old. You know Chan is flirty and that's just his default setting with you. He's not really going to act on his feelings because of your situation with Minho. But Minho doesn't know that, and unfortunately for you, he's never going to let you have the chance to explain. Even if you were completely over him, Minho's overall demeanor is enough to scare off any decent guy. And for that, you're mad at him too.

"I'm going in the water!" Felix shouts the second he finishes eating.

"Just wait a few minutes. If you get a cramp in the ocean, you're fuck." You explain as you start picking up the trash and collecting it into an empty food bag.

"What if I promise not to go all the way in yet? Just my legs." Felix asks as he stands up, brushing sand off of his hands.

"Yongbokkie," You sigh. You know there's no point in arguing with Felix. He'll start pouting if he doesn't get his way and you'll cave like always.

"I'll go with him, noona. I'll stop him from just throwing his whole body in." Hyunjin says, also getting up and handing you his trash.

"I want to go in too, actually," Jeongin adds.

"Me three," Seungmin says as he hands you the bag of trash he collected.

"Okay, okay. But if any of you get a cramp or gets sick, you're Poseidon's problem." You wave them off. All four of them kick off their sandals and run towards the retreating wave. You know it's only a matter of time before they're all soaked.

Ma-Ri takes the trash from you, offering to throw it away for you. You silently thank her as you get up and head towards the boys. You stand on the shore, on top of the cool, wet sand, watching as all four of them are already soaked to the bone and attempting to drown Hyunjin.

"Be careful!" You call out as you watch them. You're going to go in after them, eventually. It's too cold right now and you want to at least wait a few minutes to be sure none of them are going to need your help. With the way they're all tackling each other and hopping on each other's back, you may need to go in soon.

The beach isn't too crowded yet. For a Saturday, you know it'll be backed by the end of the day. Which is one of the main reasons why you came early. If it wasn't for all of your work and school schedules, you would have preferred to come on a weekday when you know it wouldn't get busy until late afternoon. But, with how cool it is today, maybe you'll get lucky and everyone will stay home.

"Give me your hand." You hear Minho call from behind you.

"No," You say simply, refusing to look away from the boys. Ma-Ri walks into your line of sight, finally returning from throwing away the trash.

"Y/n, give me your hand," Minho says again, getting slightly impatient.

"Why do you want my hand?"

"Just give it to me,"

"No!"

Minho walks in front of you, blocking your view of the boys and Ma-Ri. He roughly grabs your wrist, gripping it tight enough so you can't pull away but not too tight where it hurts. He places something hard and small in the palm of your hand before closing your fingers around it. His fingers linger over yours for a second before he finally lets go. You look at him, your eyes narrowed in annoyance. His eyes shift down to your hands, trying--begging you to look at the object he put in your hand. you let out an annoyed sigh before looking down at your hand and lifting your fingers slowly to reveal the mystery object. Your heart jumps in your chest when you're met with the ombre of copperish red of a perfectly intact scallop shell.

During the drive to the beach, everyone was talking about what they were excited to do once you all got to the beach. You answered that today was going to be the day you find the most beautiful sea shell and that it would be perfectly whole. Shell collecting has always been your favorite part of the beach. You can't even begin to count all of the beach trips where you spent hours just looking at shells. The fact that Minho was able to find the perfect one in such a short amount of time and brought it to you immediately warmed your heart. You flip the shell over in your hand, hoping to marvel at the slightly holographic inside of the shell only to be met with the other half of the shell. He managed to find a perfect scallop shell with both halves. You look up to meet his eyes.

Being stubborn, you and Minho rarely apologized to each other. It almost always ends in another argument or makes both of you feel awkward. So you just stopped, finding other ways to resolve your issues. You could tell by the twinkle in his eyes, the soft, pleading look, that this was his way of apologizing. And while it may be a simple apology, especially after how he's been acting, it means the world to you.

Your eyes drop back down to the shell and examine it carefully, making sure the scallop has vacated the premises. Once you're sure the shell is empty, you try to carefully pry both parts apart.

Pop!

The scallop shell separates with a small yet satisfying pop. You examine both halves before taking Minho's arm and placing the nicer of the two halves in his hand, closing his fingers around it. You finally look up at him, squinting your eyes a bit because of the sun bouncing on the water behind him. A small smile forms on his mouth, making him smirk more than anything as he tries to stop himself from grinning. It makes you melt, the look on his face. At the end of the day, you know Minho loves you more than anything. He's always had trouble controlling his emotions when it comes to you. You remember back when you were in preschool you told him you were going to play with the girls instead of him for the day and how much he cried. Deep down inside, he's still that little boy.

"I--What the fuck?" You had taken your eyes off of the boys and Ma-Ri for 2 seconds to have a moment with Minho to find that they're playing chicken in the ocean as the rough waves crash into them. Ma-Ri stands to the side acting as a referee. "Here, can you put this in my bag, please? Hey! Cut that shit out!"

"Felix, I know you're a fish but the waves are too rough for you to be back floating like that." You warn as you swim out to Felix.

The two of you aren't too deep into the ocean. The sand is only a couple of feet away, but as the day went on, the waves got rougher. Ma-Ri gave up after getting absolutely trashed by the water and is working on her tan next to Minho. Hyunjin, Seungmin, and Jeongin are playing in the sand, letting themselves get hit by the waves and struggling to stand back up afterward. They're having fun quickly building sandcastles before the waves destroy them. You and Felix, being the braver two of the group, decided to swim a bit.

"It's fine, I'm straight up chilling, noona," Felix says. Still, you hold onto his ankle to prevent him from floating too far away.

The day has been perfect. It wasn't too hot or too cold. It wasn't too crowded either. All of you took a break to eat lunch, reapply sunscreen, and play some beach volleyball. You even took a little nap on Minho's lap after lunch. You didn't mean to, but he was playing with your hair the same way he pets the cats. That paired with the sounds of the waves breaking on the sand, you couldn't help but fall asleep. Ma-Ri had also fallen asleep and when you woke up, Ma-Ri's whole body was covered in sand while only your feet were buried. The boys innocently built a sandcastle off to the side.

"Are we leaving soon?" Felix asks suddenly after a wave quickly washes over both of you.

"Hm, probably. We have to have enough time to take showers before dinner. My hair alone is probably carrying most of the beach at this point." You say after spitting out some water.

"I wish I could live in the ocean." Felix pouts.

"We can come to the beach more often. Not this one but the one closer to campus." You think for a moment as another wave washes over you. "Just, promise me if you ever feel homesick or down again, you won't bottle it in and come to one of us, yeah?"

"I promise!" You fight against the current as the water starts pulling you back again, pushing Felix in front of you.

The two of you quietly float for a few minutes, letting the waves wash over you. You drift a little further every time, and every time you try to bring both you and Felix closer to the shore. Felix eventually situations himself in an upright position, tired of getting water in his mouth. He starts to splash you hard with the water. You, in return, splash him back.

"Felix! Noona! Behind you!" You hear Seungmin's panicked voice call. You and Felix turn around to see a large wave barreling towards you.

"Oh shit," You quickly turn to the younger boy. "Quick, to the shore." You tell Felix.

Felix quickly turns around and starts swimming towards the shore. You also turn and start swimming. Felix is much faster than you, already halfway to safety as you feel the water start to rise above you. You take in a deep breath just as the large wave consumes you. Completely submerged in the salt water, you're jostled around. Your arms and legs flail around. You're not entirely sure which way is up or down anymore. You feel something attaches itself to your ankle. You try to ignore it as you attempt to swim to the surface. You do your best to remain calm. Your lungs are already starting to burn. Being a dancer, your lung capacity is a bit larger than normal. But you were already tired and out of breath from trying to keep you and Felix close to the shore. Your lungs and eyes are burning but you still hold on as you try to swim towards the light. You weren't deep in the water in the first place but you're not sure how far out you were dragged. Involuntarily, you take a breath as you feel something wrap around your waist. Scared of what that could be, you thrash around a bit. Whatever you're caught in now only gets tighter.

A few seconds later you feel your toes drag across the sand. Then your feet and your knees. The cool air hits your back as your hands also hit the sand. You gain enough strength to crawl onto the sand. The thing around your waist suddenly disappears. Coughing and sputtering out water, you continue to crawl on the sand. When you feel like you're far enough away, you collapse on your stomach. Your eyes remain closed

"Go get some towels! Quick!"

"Noona! Hey Noona! Can you hear me?"

"Fuck, this is bad."

"W-where's F...Lix?" You choke out as you gasp for air.

"I'm right here. Noona, I'm right here." You feel Felix's small hand rest on your back.

"T...hank god." You sigh. Your lungs are still burning but less so now that you're out of the water.

"Here," You feel something, probably the towel, get placed on your back. You then feel a few hands grab you and put you in a sitting position.

The towel wraps around you tighter. You feel a hand on your face and another towel being dabbed over your eyes. After a few seconds, you slowly open your eyes. They're burning but feel much better compared to when you were in the water. Your red, stinging eyes meet Minho's concerned eyes. You blink a couple of times to make sure you're not seeing things, but when they're settled, you still see that Minho is dripping wet.

"Did...did you go in after me?" You ask him.

"Of course I did," He says simply.

"How fucking stupid," You say sternly.

"Noona--" Hyunjin starts before you cut him off.

"No, that was stupid. He's an idiot. You're a fucking idiot." You push Minho's hands away from you and stare him down. Tears begin to prick the back of your eyes.

"Hey, Y/n, that's not fair. He was only trying to help," Ma-Ri says as she puts her hand on your shoulder.

"He shouldn't have."

"So what, I should have just let you drown?" He asks, quickly getting annoyed with you.

"Yes! You can't swim, you do remember that, right? What the fuck were you thinking?"

"I wasn't thinking!"

"Yeah, no shit! Don't you ever, ever do anything like that again."

"Noona, he was just trying to--"

"He can't swim. You all know that. He had no business jumping in the ocean. We both almost drown. Do you understand that?" You don't break contact with Minho once, making sure he hears every part of what you're saying.

"We didn't," He replies.

"But we could have. That was the stupidest shit you have ever done in your entire life. You do know that, right?" You sniffle, your face becoming wet again. This time, from your tears.

"No it wasn't," He says firmly. The two of you stare each other down, neither one of you willing to back down. Everyone else is tense around you.

"Maybe...we should clean up and head over to the hotel. We can relax a bit before dinner." Ma-Ri suggests. The boys all quickly nod. Refusing to back down, you keep glaring at Minho. He lets out a frustrated groan before throwing down the towel and walking over to where your belongings are.

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In all three of the motel rooms that Ma-Ri had booked, you and Minho had to get stuck in the one with one bed.

You're still mad about what happened at the beach earlier. Well, half of you is mad. Pissed even, that he's so careless with his own life that he would run into the ocean knowing he can't swim. Another part of you is touched. He still went in the water after you to try to save your life. It was reckless, insane, and romantic all at the same time and it's making you feel conflicted inside.

You step out of the shower, hair dripping wet all over your shoulders. You quickly wrap it up in a towel and continue to change into a pair of shorts and one of Minho’s old shirts. You didn't mean to grab one of his shirts. You were packing last minute and grabbed the first shirt you saw. It seems a bit ridiculous looking at your current situation with him. But your other option is to wear your pajamas to dinner and while that'd be comfortable, it would not be sensible.

Minho quietly brushes past you and takes his turn in the shower. You sit there in silence for a moment before you hear the shower turn on. You let out a breath you didn't even know you were holding in. You're not even sure why you were holding it in. Your lungs still slightly burn. Ma-Ri made you go to the medical tent before you left the beach. They said you'd be fine in a few hours but if it got harder for you to breathe, you should go to the hospital. So far, so good.

You pull the towel off your head and let your damp hair fall on your shoulders. You go through your suitcase and pull out your makeup bag. You originally planned on doing some makeup for dinner, but the tension from earlier changed your mind. Instead, you pull out a tube of chapstick and your face moisturizer. As you finish getting ready, you hear the water shut off. You go to put your things away neatly in your suitcase. You drape your wet towel over the back of your chair and place it in front of the air conditioner to dry just as Minho makes his way out of the bathroom.

"Hey, are you seriously mad at me?" He asks.

"Not mad, pissed off," You answer back quickly.

"Those are the same thing," He groans as he walks over to his suitcase.

"Barely," You mutter.

You finish tidying up to room and pulling your pajamas out for later as Minho puts on cologne. It's the one you like on him. It's his scent as far as you're concerned.

"I don't understand how what I did was bad. I saved your life, you should be bowing down and thanking me. Not bitting my head off."

"Minho," You stop what you're doing and turn to him. "You cannot swim. You do know that right?"

"Of course, I know that."

"Then why the fuck did you--"

"I panicked! I-I wasn't thinking, okay? One second I'm watching you go under, waiting for your head to pop back up, the next I'm pulling you out of the water. I wasn't in control of my body."

"That's stupid."

"How is that stupid?"

"When people drown, they panic. They desperately thrash about trying to get air. People get dragged down when they try to save someone from drowning. There was seaweed caught on my leg. This could have ended horribly in a million different ways--"

"But it didn't,"

"By some miracle, yeah we're both alive. What if we both drowned? What then?"

"We'd be dead," He deadpans.

"I'm serious," You cross your arms, your eyes stinging once again.

"So am I," He steps closer to you, "If we both had drowned, then we'd both be dead. End of story. But we didn't and you're being ridiculous."

"You should have just let me drown." Your voice cracks. You squeeze your eyes shut as you try to drag your emotions deep down inside you so you won't have to deal with them.

"What?" He whispers. His voice is so low you almost don't hear him.

"Min, you almost died today too and it would have been my...I almost...fuck!" You quickly turn around and wipe your face. The tears you were holding back making a violent reappearance.

"Hey, hey, hey," Minho is suddenly in front of you.

He pulls your hands off of your face. He gently cups your face and tries to wipe your tears away. You look into his eyes. They are large and rimmed with tears and yet, he still wears a stupid smirk on his face

"I'm fine, okay. We're both fine. So stop crying. If I had drowned, it would have been nobody's fault but my own. But if I drowned saving you--hell, if I drowned while you made it out, I would have been fine with that."

"You need to stop doing reckless shit like that. Like, moving to the side of traffic when we walk on the sidewalk and waiting outside the bar for me to clock out and, picking fights with everyone who looks at me weirdly or cat calls me on the street."

"Y/n," He presses his forehead against yours, "I do reckless shit when I'm around you. I can't help it. I love you and I want to protect you. If something happened to you and I did nothing to stop it, I wouldn't be able to live with myself."

"And I'm supposed to live with myself if something happens to you? Because of me?" Your voice cracks again.

"I much rather have that than the other way around. Contrary to popular belief, I care and I would rather something happen to me than the people I love--to you."

"Stop saying you love me." You whisper, your tears slowly falling again as you blink.

"Why lie?" He whispers, slowly closing the gap between you as his nose rests on yours. You can smell the mint from his toothpaste.

"Because you don't mean it." You barely manage to choke out. He's so close to you, that your heart is about to burst out of your chest, you're almost certain he can hear it. His fingers feel like fire on your face.

"I do mean it. I've never lied to you a day in my life. I'm so in love with you that my body isn't even mine anymore. I lose control. That's why I always get mad easily when I see you with someone else. That's why I jumped in the water to save you. I can't go to the store without seeing something and wondering if you'd like it. Or hear a song and imagine you dancing to it while doing that high-pitched giggle you do when you're embarrassed. And that open-mouth smile you'll do while dancing when you know you're doing so well. You consume my every waking thought. And my sleeping ones too."

"Then...why aren't we together."

"You already know the answer to that," He closes his eyes, "I'm a coward. I don't want to fuck this up. I don't want to lose you. I rather have you in my life as a friend than not at all."

"But I can't be with someone else?"

"I'm a selfish bastard. I want everything all at once. You have no idea. Even now, you're crying and all I can think about is kissing you."

"Then do it," You breathe.

Minho pulls away from you, his eyes finally opening again. His hands don't leave your face. He's loudly breathing as he's deep in thought. His eyes move to your lips with an expression you've never seen on him before. For the first time in your life, he's unreadable.

"Y/n, I can't..." His eyes meet yours again.

"You just said you were a selfish bastard. Be selfish and take what you want. I promise you, I want it to." Your hands rest on his wrists.

He stays there in silence again, thinking. Probably contemplating the pros and cons of kissing you. You know he is, you've done it too, and every time the pros outweigh the cons but you still never act on your whims, terrified of scaring him off.

Minho leans in quickly. You close your eyes and brace yourself for the impact of his lips on yours. Only, they never come. You slowly open your eyes to find Minho close to your face, his lips hovering over yours.

"Are you sure?" He whispers, his lips brushing past yours.

"I've never been more sure about anything in my entire life." You whisper back.

A few more seconds go by before Minho finally closes the gap. His kiss is soft, almost as if he's scared you're going to vanish right now. You place cup his face in your hands and he melts into your touch. Relaxing a bit, he presses his lips into yours a bit deeper. You slightly part your lips to breathe and he takes the opportunity to slip his tongue into your mouth. His hands drop from your face to your waist. You slowly start to get lightheaded as you quickly become intoxicated with his scent, his touch--him.

Your hands drop down down to the bottom of his shirt. You play with the hem of his shirt before your right hand makes its way under his shirt. Your hand resting on his defined stomach. Your finger gently strokes the scar on his stomach. Your left hand finds itself on the waistband of his pants. Your finger wraps around his belt loop and gently tugs. His right hand softly grabs your wrist and he pulls away from you. His hands are still on your waist and wrist and he stares at you, trying to breathe. His lips are wet and slightly swollen, probably just like yours. His eyes are full of both lust and concern, it's almost cute.

"Are you sure?" He barely whispers.

"I'm sure," You pull on his belt loop again, this time with more force, closing the gap between the two of you. "I'm not going anywhere, I promise."

"I don't want to hurt you," He says softly, the lust slowly retreating from his eyes as becomes more concerned.

"Selfish and cocky," You chuckle.

"I don't mean like that. I mean that too, but I don't really, really, really don't want to fuck this up."

You press your lips into his. It's a simple, yet passionate, peck on the lips but it causes him to loosen up a bit. You slowly pull away and look him in the eyes.

"I trust you. With every part of me. Always have. You could never hurt me."

The concern melts off his face, being completely replaced by lust. He still hesitates moving for a second. You're almost certain he's about to chicken out before he crashes his lips onto yours, almost as if he's desperate this time. Your head becomes dizzy all over again as his hands trail over your body. You don't even notice Minho slowly walking you to the bed until your back is flat against it and he is suddenly hovering over you.

"Are you sure?" He mumbles against your lips.

"Positive."

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“But now…”

Lockwood is so vulnerable in this moment.

He’s responding directly to what she said just before she stormed away from him and into their house:

“What does it even matter if we end up stabbed, or dead at the bottom of the Thames with nobody left to care?!

This doesn’t feel like winning.”

He stood there stunned, watching her go.

Hours before, he had stood in the same spot near a different taxi, watching her stride towards him in the same blue dress with the wind in her hair. She was a vision. He smiled despite himself.

“So it’s just us”

“Is that alright?” He had asked, as she held his gaze, her smile warming him thoroughly in the chill air, his heart pounding as he held the cab door for her.

There was no smile for him now.

And it was all his fault.

After showering off the river and putting on a fresh set of clothes, he’s had a quiet moment to think about what she said in anger… and how right she was to say it. She has the truth of the matter- he put them in terrible danger and they only barely survived the night. He was so reckless and careless and utterly foolish. The self loathing voice in his head threatens to take over as the weight of it settles on his mind. She’d be right to leave him, to hate him and never forgive him, he thinks, and the thought almost breaks his heart. Self loathing collides with a sense of desperation— she can’t leave me …I need her… I’ve fallen completely and desperately in love with Lucy …and I can’t—I mustn’t— screw this up, …if I haven’t already. He takes a slow breath and gathers himself, mentally rehearsing his apology before finding her in the kitchen.

He struggles through the apology… it’s not enough. The words feel like they’re falling flat and sound hollow in his ears. He moves closer, unsure if that will help but compelled to be close, drawn to her as always.

“I just wanted to say, don’t give up on us— please”

She drops the butter knife and it clangs to the plate.

He knows he’s got it wrong- he’s barely half way to the truth. He moves closer, compelled to see her and desperate to look into her eyes. He turns his body to her, she hesitates, still and waiting.

“Or, what I really should say is… don’t give up on me.”

Now she turns to him, and he’s grateful for it. Though her expression is unreadable, she gives him strength to show her his darkness. It’s her strength now that compels him:

“To be honest the bottom of the Thames used to be a far more appealing place to be.

And really no one would have cared.

But now…”

Is almost a question he poses, it’s so tentative.

There’s so much unsaid after those two words, and he has to believe it’s enough and she already knows the rest:

But now… Now I want to live. Because of you, Lucy. You came along and gave me something to live for.

But now, maybe someone would care if I ended up at the bottom of the Thames. I didn’t dare to think you cared about me, Lucy… but then you went and told me so. It was just before we went into Winkman’s auction earlier that night.

I was frustrated and rash and I said “when my time comes I don’t plan on leaving anyone behind who’s going to stare at that door every night, wishing I would just walk through it one more time”

And then you stopped me in my tracks:

“Well you should have never let me in, or George, because now it’s far too late.”

And that left me speechless.

So yes, I can say something as profound and crazy as “but now…” because I dare to believe you, Lucy. I have to try to believe you, to believe that I matter to someone. To two people even, my best friends that I love dearly and one that I love so deeply that it terrifies me.

“But now…”.

Silence. I have no more words. And I hope it’s enough.

I can only stare into her eyes, totally at her mercy, waiting for whatever she might say next …fully knowing it can break me. But what else can I do. I’m wrecked for her. And I’m a complete idiot and we both know it and she’d be right to reject my apology, to reject me. I stand with bated breath, looking into her beautiful eyes not daring to hope for forgiveness.

“Grenadier guard or policeman”

I exhale.

A wave of relief floods through my chest as the tension I didn’t know I held is released. I struggle to stand composed, this close to her while I’m taken by a flood of gratefulness and love for this fierce and brilliant girl who has —and forever will have— my heart.

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marchsfreakshow · 2 months

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Having Their Fill [JPM & The Countess]

Angst. Almost smut.

You knew The Countess switches lovers like that. It upset you and wished to not have be cursed the blood virus anymore. That meant being hers forever.

Warnings: blood mention, body checking, self image talk, weight talk, implied smut & dub-con. Fem!reader

I love this idea, and I hope you like this little thing I made up. Literally re-watching Hotel so I can get this out.

Your perspective.

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I stared at the image in the mirror. My gorgeous girlfriend, I guess you could call her that, The Countess, bought me it so she could have me look at myself during sex. Why? Fuck if I know. My eyes were always shut closed because of how made me feel while we were fucking. The stars always aligned when we were together, but I never took it too much to heart. Tristan and Liz told me that eventually she would get bored, throw me out and leave me be on the streets.

The body in front of me wasn't fun. It's not interesting, nothing is correct. No one would like this body. Too fat, too thin, too ugly, too skinny, too curvy. Everything and nothing at the same time. A loud sigh escaped me as she came in. "You've been staring at yourself for an hour love.." She said, walking towards me and my naked body. "Never doubt yourself. You're so beautiful. My lovely girl forever."

"Unlikely." I snorted.

"What do you mean?" Her eyes narrowed. People disagreeing with her meant death, but I could never believe her. She let me go and I got dressed. Slowly. My hands felt weak, I couldn't do much. It felt lonely here sometimes.

"I know you. I've been told about your past lovers...it's just a matter of time until you let me go and find another." Trousers on, still shirtless but wearing a bra. Looking up in the mirror, I saw her staring at my reflection.

"That may be true. You are so much different than the people before you." She placed a calm hand on my shoulder, but I slapped it away.

"Not fucking likely! You turn them, make them love you then throw them away or kill them!! How can I fucking love you so much when that fate awaits me.." Seething my teeth, I threw on my shirt lazily, barely doing up the bottom buttons. She did nothing but stand there and watch. As silent and still as ever. My stuff was in my hands just as quickly as I left. Leaving in a huff probably wasn't the best idea, but I just had to go somewhere else. Maybe talk to Liz.

Stomping down the hallways, I sighed and let all thoughts fall past me. Walking quickly was tiring, but my footsteps fell silent as I reached room 64. Another sigh left me, and I knocked on the door slowly, my head hung in slight embarrassment. A creak. "Little bird. Hello my dear."

"James.." I sniffed. His eyebrows furrowed and placed a hand on my back, walking me into the room. "It's..."

"The Countess? Dear, you must realise that she does not like staying with one person for so long."

"she stayed with you."

"I am stuck here, she lives here on her own terms. We have an arrangement so I can see her once every month. It has been this way for as long as I have been a ghost my bird."

I huffed again and crossed my arms, looking away from the ghost. He raised an eyebrow at me. "You should not be so upset with me, you said yes to this deal when the Countess and I agreed to share you."

"share me? That's fucking rich." I chuckled.

"You do remember the deal do you not little hummingbird?" As a response I nodded, barely meeting his eyes. He hummed and smiled ever so slightly.

"doesn't mean you share me though. She has me more than you do."

"Yes, insatiable, isn't she?" His eyes wandered off into the distance, the smile only growing wider. It took everything in me to not slap some sense into him. So I clicked my tongue and sat on the table closest to me. "Either she will come and find you to end your life or I make it quicker and save her a job." James grinned, turning on his heel and walking into another part of his room.

"Both of you find intimacy in killing, it'll probably be the same either way," I mutter, sort of following him like a lost puppy. I didn't particularly find the intimacy in killing, nor did I want to die just yet, but I couldn't take having this ancient curse in me anymore.

"Love, our killings could not be more different." I heard The Countess say from the doorframe. James flashed a smile at her, as she moved her attention between him and me. "I must kill to keep myself alive. He kills for pleasure."

"you describe it so perfectly my dear." He smiled, resting a hand on her back. I rolled my eyes and looked away from the dead and barely-in-love couple.

"Little mouse, what are you thinking? You seem distracted."

"About maybe if I can be let go now? I'm fucking done." James clicked his tongue and shook his head. Well fuck, suppose I'm stuck here now.

The door was closed behind them and James walked behind me and held a knife on my stomach as he wrapped his hands around me. It elicited a quiet chuckle out of the glorified vampire, and she walked towards us. Wow, where was all this sudden tension coming from? I just sighed and rested my head on James' shoulder, deciding to go along with whatever they had planned. Kisses on my neck, my shirt slowly being pulled over my head. Cold fingers on my torso. It made me gasp and I shivered, almost cooling back from the ghost touches.

A sharp blade gently stung my belly, cringing at the feeling. But I felt more kisses and licks, and my trousers, slowly being pulled down from my legs. Freezing air flew past me, causing more shivers. Incoherent whispers as The Countess stood up slowly, and placed a gentle hand on James' shoulder. I could feel their wicked smiles.

My back on the bed, scratchy sheets and then sharps and stings.

A long nail against my neck.

A knife under my breasts.

Heavy breaths.

God, I felt divine, and like I actually needed them. This fucking effect the both of them had on me. "Fuck.." I moaned out.

"You're a good girl, mouse."

James in me, The Countess admiring every part of my body and keeping a hand around my neck, whatever claws she owned, teasing every vein.

It was only a few minutes later when absolute silence.

What on earth was this darkness? Lovingly enveloping me, and making me feel warm.

Then I opened my eyes and I was looking at red. A body dressed in a green sweater and dirty jeans. My sweater and dirty jeans.

My back hit a chest.

"You died wonderfully my little bird." Oh fuck.

"James..." I whimpered, turning on my heel and hitting his collarbones. But the Countess grabbed my hands and pulled them back to behind me.

"None of that now mouse."

What the fuck was happening?? Why? I didn't plan on dying just now. But by the hands of the ones who owned and breathed this hotel. What the fuck else could I do?

"Jesus fuck..."

"you are now here with us for eternity my sweet. You are allowed to switch between the two of us for as long as you please."

Well, Christ okay. Despite the sudden hollowness of not being alive, I pressed a gentle kiss onto the Countess' cheek.

"fine...okay, just, can my body be removed or something?"

"Of course, it can love." The Countess smiled, petting my hair.

Eternity is going to be long...

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shootmetwice25 · 2 years

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Nothing Can Stop Us

Nayeon x Male Reader

3k Words

Pop, pop, pop, neol gatgil wonhae

The music stops and the director stands up and says, “Alright, that’s a wrap for this scene. We’ll take a short break so Ms. Im can change outfits and rest. Good job everyone.”

Being Nayeon’s boyfriend has its perks; one of them being that you get to watch Nayeon film the music video for her upcoming solo album. You watch as Nayeon smiles and thanks everyone who congratulates her on a job well done, then she disappears behind the door to her dressing room.

You haven’t really been able to talk to her since the shooting started. She’s busy performing, changing outfits, performing, changing outfits, and so on and so forth. You really wish that you could get some time with Nayeon, but the shooting has such a tight schedule, so there really isn’t any time.

A vibration from your phone throws you out of your thoughts. You slide your phone out from your pocket and see that you got a text from Nayeon.

Come to my dressing room. Don’t get seen.

You look up from your phone and scan the room. It doesn’t appear that anyone is paying attention to you, so you put your phone back into your pocket and walk as naturally as you can to Nayeon’s dressing room. You look over your shoulder one more time to check if anybody is watching you, then you knock on the door.

Nayeon immediately opens the door and pulls you into the room.

“Hey Nay, what’s up? Are you okay?”

You follow as Nayeon walks to the back of the room before answering. “I’m not okay.”

Your eyes shoot open and your face washes over with concern. “What? What’s wrong? Do I need to get someone?”

Nayeon grabs your forearm. “No, you’re all I need.”

The concern starts to fade away and you narrow your eyes at her. “So why are you not okay?”

Nayeon looks at you and breathes heavily. “I’m so horny.”

You scoff. “I was really worried there.”

Nayeon gives you a sly smile. “You’re so cute when you’re worried about me. Now let me suck your cock.”

Before you can do anything, Nayeon is on her knees in front of you and before you know it, your pants and underwear are around your ankles. The sight of Nayeon on her knees, her cleavage peeking out from her laced top is enough to harden your cock.

The last sliver of rational thought in your brain decides to speak up. “We really shouldn’t do this, Nayeon. We should wait until we get home.”

Nayeon laughs. “Did you really just say that? You're rock hard and I haven’t even touched you yet.” Nayeon then licks the slit of your cock and any bit of rational thought flies out of your head.

This is definitely not the time or place to be doing this, but it’s not like you’re going to stop Nayeon from sucking your cock.

Nayeon gently licks the tip of your cock while pumping the base with her hand before sliding your length into her mouth.

“Oh fuck Nay,” you moan as inch after inch of your hard rod is engulfed into Nayeon’s wet and warm mouth. Her saliva coats your cock and soon her nose hits your body and your full length is snug in her mouth. She holds herself there for a moment before pulling her head back and releasing your cock with a pop. A trail of saliva still connects her lips to your cock.

Nayeon dives back in, sucking and licking the top half of your cock while her right hand strokes the bottom half. Her left hand disappears between her legs and she begins to rub her pussy through her tight pink shorts.

Nayeon knows your cock like the back of her hand. Every movement, every kiss and swirl from her tongue makes you feel good. She expertly blows your cock for a while but you know she wants more.

“Fuck my face,” she says.

A rational person would think that it’s a bad idea, but there’s no room for being rational when Nayeon’s on her knees and demanding to be faced fucked. Nayeon loves being treated roughly. She gets off on it, so you give her what she wants.

You guide your cock in between her open lips, grab the back of her head with both your hands, and pull Nayeon’s face into your hips.

Nayeon grunts as your cock hits the back of her throat. Nayeon’s hands go to your hips as you press her face against you. You hold her there until you feel her struggling, then you guide her head back. Your cock pops out of her mouth and she coughs. Her tongue sticks out and her saliva drips down her chin.

You give her a few seconds before your cock is back in her mouth and her face is on your crotch. You then move your hips back until your cock is halfway out of Nayeon’s mouth, then you throw your hips forward and pull Nayeon’s head into you. You fuck Nayeon’s face, building a fast and hard rhythm.

“Mm, mm, mm, mm,” Nayeon grunts each time you thrust your hips into her mouth. Her eyes are shut, tears rolling down her face, and her grip on your thighs is airlock tight.

After a good amount of time, you slide your cock all the way out of Nayeon’s mouth. A pool of her saliva follows your cock and it stains her black laced top. Nayeon pants, her makeup is an absolute mess now. Not that you or her cared at the moment. Nayeon with tears on her cheeks and saliva on her face, chest, and clothes is a sight to see. You can feel your orgasm closing in momentarily, so you grab Nayeon’s head again and resume face fucking her.

The suction of her lips and the moisture of her mouth make your hips drive into Nayeon’s mouth even harder. You grunt along with Nayeon as you use your energy to thrust your hips as hard as you can into Nayeon’s mouth. Nayeon coughs as she starts to choke on your cock and more and more of her saliva leaks out of her mouth. You would usually give her a break, but you’re close so you keep on going.

“I’m gonna cum,” you say between grunts.

A few more thrusts will do-

Knock knock knock

You immediately let go of Nayeon and look at her. You have no idea what to do and Nayeon looks just as surprised as you are. Nayeon wipes as much spit off of her face as she can then frantically looks around the room. She spots something then pushes you towards a door, your pants still around your ankles.

“What do I do, Nay?” you whisper.

“You’re not allowed to be in here.”

Knock knock knock

Your heads both snap towards the knocking.

“Ms. Im, it’s the stylist. I’m coming in.”

Nayeon opens the door that she brought you to and pushes you in. “Sorry babe. Just wait until I get back.”

Nayeon shuts the door just as the stylist opens the door to the dressing room.

Judging by how close the walls are and the feel of fabric, you’re pretty sure Nayeon just shoved you into a closet.

“Ms. Im, why are you out of breath? And your makeup is a mess! What were you doing?” you hear the stylist say.

“Oh, I was uh, practicing the choreography. I guess I practiced a little too hard and messed up my makeup,” Nayeon replies with a nervous chuckle.

“And why is your mouth and clothes so… wet? Is it saliva?”

“Oh yeah, I um… I was eating.”

“We have to get you cleaned up and in the next outfit. We don’t have much time Ms. Im.”

“Oh. Yeah, let’s hurry,” Nayeon says.

Well this sucks, you think. Completely blue balled and now you have to wait for Nayeon to come back.

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The door to the closet slowly opens and you squint as the light blinds you. Nayeon appears from behind the door and her white outfit, along with the light behind her makes her look like an angel.

“Sorry babe,” Nayeon says as you get up and walk out of the dark room.

“It’s okay. How do I get out of here without being seen? I feel like once the door opens, people are going to look,” you say, looking around to see if there are any secret exits.

Nayeon steps to you and places her hands on your hips. “What are you talking about babe? I’m back now and I’m still horny.”

You sigh. “Nay-”

Nayeon silences you by placing her silky smooth lips on yours. Again, her touch makes all rational thoughts leave you, and to be honest, the blue balls have made you really horny too.

You return the kiss and open your mouth slightly, letting Nayeon’s tongue snake into your mouth. Nayeon is always in control. Even when she lets you take the lead, you’re always under her control.

The two of you slobber on each other’s mouths for a while before Nayeon leads you to the couch. She pushes you down onto the couch and she slides her white shorts and safety shorts down her legs. She lifts her black heels off the floor one at a time to discard the clothing away and she’s left in a tight white top with a huge flower on her left shoulder, white thigh highs, and a white g string.

Nayeon kneels down and you lift your lower body off the couch so she can pull your pants and underwear down to your ankles. Your cock is already hard from the makeout session and seeing Nayeon strip herself, so she wastes no time and starts sucking your cock. She only bobs her head a few times, enough to get your cock moist before saying, “I need your cock in my pussy.”

You don’t need to say anything. It’s not like you’re going to object. Nayeon stands up then straddles you on the couch. You take both hands and feel the think fabric on her lower thighs, then you work your way up to her thighs, then her hips, and finally her chest.

Nayeon lets out a soft moan as you squeeze her tits through the white fabric. Her hands go on top of yours and she guides them as they knead her perfectly sized breasts. Nayeon closes her eyes and her front bunny teeth bite down on her lower lip. One of Nayeon’s hands leaves yours and begins to rub her pussy.

“Mmm. Fuck, I need your cock so bad,” she moans. Nayeon gives her pussy one last rub, then moves the thin piece of fabric aside and lowers her body onto your cock.

Your hands go to her hips as the tip of your cock makes contact with Nayeon’s slick pussy lips. Nayeon keeps lowering herself until your torsos are connected and your cock is lodged all the way into her tight hole.

“Your cock is so good,” Nayeon moans as she lifts her body up and then slams it back down. Nayeon’s hands latch onto your shoulders and you just watch as Nayeon begins to ride you with a steady pace that quickens with each passing second until she’s bouncing up and down on your cock as fast as she can.

You hold on to Nayeon’s hips for dear life as she continually slams her body down. “Fuck, you’re so tight Nay.”

“Your cock- ah! Is so- ah! Big! Oh fuck! It’s so good!”

If the last thing you ever see is Nayeon’s face contorted in ecstasy and her bouncing tits, you’d be absolutely okay.

The slapping of skin and Nayeon’s moans and screams are definitely loud enough to be heard outside the room, but the two of you couldn’t care less.

“I’m cumming! I’m cumming!” Nayeon yells as she drops herself onto your cock. Her pussy squeezes the life out of your cock and she holds on to your shoulders as her back arches. Her whole body spasms and her mouth is wide open, moans leaving in sync with each spas of her body. It takes her a little to come down from her high, but when she does she says, “It’s your turn. I want you to fill me.”

Nayeon resumes riding you, almost immediately regaining the same speed as before. Her pussy is even tighter and wetter. It wants you to cum. It commands you to cum.

It doesn’t take long before you feel it.

“I’m gonna c-”

Knock knock knock

“You gotta be fucking kidding me,” you say as Nayeon quckly dismounts you scrambles to put her shorts and safety shorts back on.

“Get back in the closet,” Nayeon commands you.

You sigh. “Nay, are you serious?”

“Yes! Hurry!” she says as she grabs your arm and pulls you off the couch. You stumble as you try to move your legs and pull your pants up at the same time.

You basically dive into the closet as Nayeon shuts the door behind you.

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You have no idea how much time passed between your second blue balls of the day and Nayeon letting you out of the closet.

Nayeon looks incredibly sexy in her red crop top and a matching tight short skirt. The outfit shows off her body perfectly. Nayeon’s perfect chest, thin waist, wide hips, plump ass, and thick thighs always entices you, but the two blue balls have made you dejected.

“Babe, I’m really sorry,” Nayeon says sympathetically.

“It’s not your fault Nay. I’m just gonna go home and wait for you,” you say as you turn towards the door.

“Wait,” Nayeon says, reaching out and grabbing your hand. “We have one more scene to shoot and I really need your cum in me.”

You sigh. “I already know what’s going to happen. We’re going to get interrupted again.”

“No. I promise it won’t happen,” Nayeon says confidently.

You shake your head. “Nay-”

She cuts you off by going to the wall, putting her hands on it and bending over, presenting her ass to you. Looking back at you she say, “Fuck me from behind. I know how much you love taking me from the back.”

You gulp. She’s right. You do love taking her from behind. Seeing her body bent over awakens your cock and you gravitate towards Nayeon’s delicious body.

“Fuck me babe. Fill me with your cum.”

Those words make you forget about everything and you pull down her red safety shorts, expecting to see some type of undergarment, but to your surprise, her plump pussy is on full display. You take her safety shorts off her legs and throw them somewhere and your pants and underwear take their familiar place around your ankles.

Your cock isn’t fully hard yet, but once you grab Nayeon’s hips and slide it into her warm pussy, it gets harder than a steel pole. You don’t want to waste any time. Any second someone could knock on the door, so you begin to fuck Nayeon hard and fast.

“Just like that. Keep fucking me. Oh fuck, it’s so good! Fuck! Fuck! Fuck!”

Nayeon’s sounds of pleasure, your grunting, and the slaps of her ass against your torso fill the room. You look down to watch your cock disappear into Nayeon and her round ass ripple with every thrust from your hips.

Nayeon doesn’t announce her orgasm, but it’s evident by her moans becoming screams and her pussy squeezing and pulsating around your cock. You keep fucking her through her orgasm, knowing yours is coming soon.

Knock knock knock

The two of you immediately fall silent. You slide your cock out of Nayeon and sigh. “Back into the closet?”

Nayeon shakes her head and pulls you into the bathroom. “I told you, nothing can stop us this time,” she whispers as she closes the bathroom door and locks it.

“Nayeon, we’re coming in,” a familiar voice says as the door to the dressing room opens.

“Is that Mina?” you ask Nayeon quietly.

Nayeon nods her head.

“Nayeon? Are you here?” another familiar voice says.

You look at Nayeon. “And Tzuyu?”

Nayeon nods her head again.

“What are they doing here?” you annoyingly whisper.

“Shut up and keep fucking me,” Nayeon hisses at you as she bends over the toilet.

You step behind Nayeon, grab her hips and reinsert your cock into her soaked pussy. You both try your absolute hardest to not make a sound but a tiny moan leaks out of Nayeon’s mouth as your cock bottoms out inside of her. Your hand instantly reaches to cover her mouth, but it’s too late. The two of you stay still like statues and hold your breaths, waiting to see if she was heard.

Five seconds feel like an eternity, but it doesn’t appear that Mina or Tzuyu heard Nayeon’s moan. You hear Tzuyu and Mina’s footsteps as they walk around the room, so you keep your hand over Nayeon’s mouth as you slowly move your hips.

You fuck Nayeon slowly but once Mina and Tzuyu leave, the second the door closes, you take your hand off Nayeon’s mouth and resume pounding her from behind.

You were already close before the interruption and the slow fucking has brought you even closer.

“I’m gonna cum,” you say in between grunts.

“Cum in my pussy. Fill me up, baby. I want to be full of your cum.”

“Cumming!” you yell as you thrust your hips and shove your cock as deep into Nayeon as possible. Your cock turns into a cum volcano as hot and sticky semen erupts out and fills up Nayeon’s quivering pussy. Wave after wave after wave of your cum shoots out, painting Nayeon’s insides white.

Nayeon turns to you and it takes her a second to catch her breath before she says, “Millions of people are going to watch this music video and they’re going to watch me sing and dance while I’m full of your cum.”

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Author's Note: BFH goes brrrrrrr. At this point, it's not even a BFH. It's a NFH. Nayeon Fueled Haze. Anyways, thanks for reading!

#nayeon #im nayeon #twice nayeon #male reader

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thecynthh · 5 months

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smart ass - M.S pt 4

synopsis - matt’s not doing to well with his schooling but is determined to get his degree and pass his classes. one essay which is a huge part of their grade haunts him with a bad mark, luckily y/n is willing to help him

notes - NOT PROOF READ, matty being a lil cutie pie bf but not actually bf, mentions of vomit and drinking

a/n - alright yalls this one took kinda like rlly long cus i was sleeping late and never got the energy i needed to write but we back now and thriving :)

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1 month before the study session

matt’s pov

lights blare above my spot on the couch, chris is busy talking to other influencers beside me as i sip my red solo cup full of root beer trying to enjoy myself. i worry about madi and y/n they’ve done shot after shot and danced with many people, i know nick is still with them, i think, and i know they are in good hands but two drunk girls alone at an influencer party is a disaster.

i see y/n saunter over here in her strapless dress wedging herself between chris and i. i thought y/n was very pretty, we met only yesterday when madi brought her along with us on a mcdonald’s run last night. she sloshes her drink around in her cup looking at me up and down, her eyes glossy and her makeup slowly losing its sharpness. “i think…’ she starts, “i think you look very pretty matty.”

her hand comes up to trace my jaw and cheek bone, i sit there froze, lost in the moment with her. music seems lowered and the bass isn’t ringing in my ear anymore, “and i really like your hair, and your eyes” she slurs. “i wish, i wish i could be as pretty as you,” she begins to feel her much less defined jaw looking down with a sad expression that hangs on her face.

“hey,” i say, picking up her chin, “trust me y/n, you are stunning,” her eyes have a clear film over them and her tears brim at the bottom of her eyelids. i can tell she was most likely on the verge of crying, i drop my hands to collect her cup and put it down on the coffee table in front of us. “hey pretty girl, you ready to go home?” she nods while i stand up and pull her up as well.

i tap chris’ shoulder, getting his attention. “yo, we’re leaving in a bit, just gonna go round up the rest of them with y/n. just meet us at the front door in maybe 5 minutes,” ;he nods in agreement and continues to talk to the group of people around him. i drag y/n back to the place where she came from and lead her into a hall where the noise is definitely quieted down so i can ask her a question. “okay where did madi go?” i turn around to ask her.

“i think she went to the bathroom…?” y/n says, “i think its in this hall we should check.” i give her a small mhm acknowledging what she said. i try to pull her along but she stands still near the wall of the hallway i lead us into.

“come on y/n, lets go find madi.” i tug on her hand a little more, before giving up and walking to her, “kay, whats up y/n?” i ask her in a soft tone as to not upset her more than she already was.

she says nothing but pulls my neck down connecting our lips. i just enjoy myself in the moment knowing that in the morning, after the party ends, she won’t remember this, but i will. the kiss gets heated as i slip my tongue into her mouth and explore her every inch but having to pull away soon after realizing what i was doing. “mattyyyyy” she whines in my ear.

“you’re drunk and won’t remember this in the morning, i’ll kiss you when you remember it.” i say holding her chin, her puffy cheeks bunch up at her cheek bones while she looks at me with a pout.

i take her hand again and begin to knock on each of the doors, the first 2 on the left are either locked or no one is answering, finally moving to the right i knock on the door and call out “madi? you in there?” i hear the lock click and out comes an intoxicated madi tumbling out the door. i let go of y/n’s hand to catch madi as she trips over her own two feet attempting to get out of the room.

i prop madi back up and take both of them by the hand and drag both of them to a talkative nick near the kitchen table. making my way to him being sure not to hurt any of the girls. “nick a little help?” i say waving madi’s hand in the air for nick to take her instead, he quickly says his goodbyes and grabs madi from me. y/n begins to rest her head against my shoulder and close her eyes, “okay sleepyhead, let's go home now.” i pick her up bridal style and resting her head against my chest as we head for the front door.

chris pushes himself off the wall and joins us as he opens the door and lets nick and i exit first with the girls. “yeash, seeing them makes me so glad we’re sober.”

“alright, that’s enough out of you” nick says, shushing our brother. i lay y/n into the back of my minivan, i put her down very carefully scared she’ll break with any certain move. i enter the front of the car and start the ignition.

“so what are we gonna do with them?” i say turning towards the back seat seeing nick sitting in the middle of the two girls with both of them resting their heads on nick.

“hm i don’t know, my real question is if we drop them off at home, are they going to be alright?” nick answers.

madi pokes nicks arm, “i don’t wanna go homeeeeee,” she whines from her seat. “just take us to your house, we’ll be fineee. right y/n?”

“is that okay with you guys?” her voice is laced with sleepy tones and drunken words but still caring about me and my brothers.

“of course y/n, we're friends now, yeah?” nick says lifting the shoulder her head was resting on.

“mhmmm. thank you for this.” she says quietly.

i reach over to tuck her hair behind her ear, “anytime,” i say just as quietly.

i face the front of the car and start to back out, beginning a short car ride. chris still takes the aux and plays a few songs as i drive us back to me and my brother's house.

we make it to the house with barely 10 minutes of driving. i park the car in the garage and swing the back door open after i exit the car. i slowly lift y/n’s head off of nick and carry her to the door, chris already speeding up reaching the door before to unlock it and open the door for nick and i.

nick holds madi up while her arm is over his shoulders for support while he looks over to me to tell me “i’ll keep madi in my room and make sure she’s alright.”

chris nods, i speak up and say, “i can put y/n in the guest bedroom and keep an eye on her.”

“alright sounds good, night guys.” chris says waving to nick and i while retreating to his room downstairs.

nick goes upstairs with madi and i walk down the hallway where my room and the guest room is. opening the door to the guest room, i go to sit y/n down on the bed while i go into the bathroom connected to the room to grab a washcloth. as i have the washcloth running underneath some warm water, i look through the drawers for cotton pads and the make up remover i bought for this room.

nick made it my job to keep this room stocked with any supplies any person could need while they stay over at our house ranging from female products to extra hygiene products to extra towels and clothes. I'm glad he thought about this because now it comes in handy for this situation and it’s just very kind for other people wanting to stay over.

i lay all the supplies down on the counter and walk out to go to my room and collect a shirt from my drawers to just make it easier for me while im taking care of y/n. I sling it over my shoulder and go back to y/n.

i pick her up and walk her over to sit her down on the counter before taking off her heels and looking at her. her mascara was running down her face and her lipstick was smudged from her kissing me. after looking at her for a second her mouth opens, “hey matty? i don’t feel so good.” she pulls her hand up to cover mouth, i get the message and take her off the counter and put her on the floor near the toilet.

gathering her hair she spills her guts out, “it’s okay sweetheart let it out.” i wasn’t that unfamiliar with being this intoxicated, although my brothers and i are sober and intend to stay sober, we’ve been around a few of our friends when they were in this state and helped them. she seems spent after puking out most of the alcohol she drank that night.

“oh my god i’m so sorry matt,” she says while looking up at me. i help her up from the floor pulling out the tall stool that stood in the corner of the room and sat her down in it in front of the sink. i reach down into the drawer to grab a spare toothbrush and small travel sized toothpaste for her to brush her teeth with while i clean up. she gets the message when i hand her the two items, i then close the toilet seat and flush it blocking the smell from escaping.

after she finished brushing her teeth i dab a bit of the make up remover onto the cotton pad and gently wipe the stained and smudged make up from her face. a tear escaped from her right eye while i was wiping down her forehead. “hey don’t worry about this at all, it happens,” i kiss it away reassuring her.

i throw away the two cotton pads i’ve used into the trash and grab the washcloth, rewetting it. i wipe down her neck and rest of what’s exposed of her body with the cloth being careful on her soft skin.

“hey i have a shirt here for you, can you change into it alone?” i ask keeping my voice soft underneath the soft hum of the exhaust in the bathroom.

“i don’t think i can stand without falling down, let alone change clothes,” she says with a slight chuckle leaving her lips.

i mimic her same laugh, “alright then,” i lift a small bit of the hem of her dress, not revealing anything yet. “can i take this off?” she replies with a small nod as i continue to lift up on the dress moving it up and over her head leaving her in her bra and panties. I didn't think much of her knowing that if i did i’d have to take care of something else tonight.

i unravel the shirt from my shoulder and slipped it onto her. It was a little big for her, perfect for sleeping in. picking her up again from the tall stool i drop her off on the bed again underneath the covers pulling them up over her. wandering into my room i grab a small bottle of tylenol and a new water bottle from the crate in my room and drop them off on her nightstand as well as her phone, plugging it into the charger and resting it on the side table.

“okay goodnight y/n,” i said, kissing her forehead, her arms sneaking up to go around my neck and she pulled me into a hug.

“thank you matty,” she whispered before drifting off into a light sleep. i leave her room and close the door behind me.

#sturniolo triplets #syn speaks #chris sturniolo #matt sturniolo #christopher sturniolo #nick sturniolo #sturniolo fanfic #sturniolo smut #nicolas sturniolo #sturniolo x reader #Spotify

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hellowhisperingstars · 9 months

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Chapter Eleven: The Ring

Summary: Trapped in your fathers house you finally see how far he'd go to get his way and Steve gets to the bottom of your personality change.

Pairing: Rockstar/Bar Owner!Eddie Munson x Baker!Reader

Words: 8.2K

Warnings: 18+, Y/N used, cussing, alcohol abuse, verbal abuse, reader gets slapped once, forced relationship, blackmail, break up, heart break, controlling parents, step-parents, chauvinism, angst and hurt. Let me know if I missed anything!

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Previous - Masterlist - Forward

Saturday turned to Sunday and you refused to come out of your room the whole day. The food that Daniel and Alice tried to give you was left outside your door mostly untouched, minus a few bites here and there. But all you really did was laid in bed wishing that this was all just some fucked up dream. That you would wake up and he would be right there next to you with a goofy smile on those plush lips. Sunday rolled into Monday and in the early morning before the sun was even in the sky you woke up in your childhood bed feeling more alone then you have ever felt in your life. Your hand reached up to fiddle with the pick that had been a comfort to you while Eddie had been in New York only to find that your neck was bare of any sort of jewelry.

‘That’s right.’ You thought. You had given it back to Eddie when you broke up with him. Tears welled up in your eyes and you couldn’t understand how you still had any water left in your body to produce them. God, you have been so stupid. You should have just told him. He could have done something and you would be with him right now!

Pulling the blankets over your head you thought of him, remembering all the good times you had up until Saturday. You didn’t want to think of how broken he looked when you broke his heart so you tried to push that aside until all you could hear was the memory of his voice as he praised you, called you a good girl, told you he loved you, that everything was going to be okay. You had to hold onto that. Everything was going to be okay. He would be okay. Keeping him safe was the only thing that mattered now.

You laid in bed a little longer before you decided to get up and greet the hell your father is making of your life. Plus you needed to call the bakery to have Tiffany and Ada take over for a while until you got back. Slipping from your sheets you headed around your bed and into the attached bathroom to do your morning routine, half assed as it may be.

Once dressed in your comfiest clothes, you were depressed and didn't care, you wander from your room, your slippers thudding on the hardwood floor as you walk down the hall to the top of the stairs and then down into the entrance hall on your way to the kitchen hoping you might be able to stomach some coffee. You still felt sick after breaking up with Eddie, despair still laying over you like a mourning veil. You smiled a little at your old friends when you walked into the kitchen. Daniel and Alice were bustling around the kitchen starting to get things ready for breakfast when they noticed you.

“Y/N!” Alice said as she set down the jar of jam she had in her hands and swiftly moved over to you to give you a hug. You gladly wrapped your arms around her, you have never needed a hug so badly in your life. “Are you alright?”

“I’m okay.” You said quietly, you knew out of everyone who worked for your father they would be the ones that would know the least about your current situation and you didn’t want to worry them. So you just smiled trying to play like nothing was wrong as Alice pulled back to look at you.

“You look tired.” She said cupping a hand to your cheek in a mothering way. “Let me get you some coffee hmm?”

“Yes, please.” You nodded as you let her go and moved over to Daniel who was cooking a pan full of eggs. He was a master multitasker as there was another pan and a griddle out already filled with sausage and pancakes. “Hi Dan.”

“Well hello young lady,” He greeted holding one arm out for you to give him a side hug. “Glad to see you out of your room. I was worried about you.”

“Probably just a little stomach bug. Feeling better today.” Placing your head on his shoulder you watched him cook for a few seconds before you let him go. “Did your daughter have a nice graduation?”

“She did. Thank you for the cake. It was beautiful!” He said as Alice came up with your cup of coffee. Just how you liked it.

“You remembered…” You smiled slightly at her as you took it from her hands.

“Like I would forget how my favorite person likes her coffee.” She said with a roll of her eyes as she started back on filling a little bowl with jam.

“I thought I was your favorite person?” Daniel said fake offended while he looked over at her with wide eyes.

“You're my favorite husband.” She laughed smacking him on the back with a hand towel she grabbed off the island counter.

“I should be your only husband.” He shot back, giving her a funny look that made you both laugh.

Leaning on the counter you sipped your coffee and made a face when Alice waved you off when you tried to help her plate the butter for toast. Taking a seat at the island you chatted lightly with the couple until you heard your father moving around upstairs. It had to be him since Evelyn likes to sleep in until noon. Moments later you hear the front door open as Daniel slides a plate filled with a small portion of breakfast in front of you. Eggs, two pancakes, and some sausages. It looked amazing but your stomach turned at the thought of food.

Daniel gave you a serious look. Like an upset parent. “I know you didn’t eat much for lunch or dinner yesterday. So eat this.”

Not liking his scolding look you pick up your fork to take a little bite of sausage. Chewing slowly as he nodded at you satisfied that he got you to eat at least something. You watched as he turned back around to finish his cooking at the stove.

Oscar walked in then phone in his hand as he just barely looked up. “Morning.”

Alice and Daniel greeted him but you stayed quiet, your eyes focused on your plate, pushing the bit of eggs around the ceramic dish. Your stomach started to feel uneasy so you stood up quickly and grabbed your coffee as you moved towards the door. You couldn’t stand Oscar on a good day and you definitely couldn’t stand him now, you needed to get out of there. Stay in this room any longer and you were liable to throw something at him. “Please excuse me.”

“Y/N?” Alice called back as you walked out of the room. She looked at Daniel who looked just as worried but could only shake his head with a shrug.

“I'm sure she’ll be fine.” Oscar said as he made his own cup of coffee. “Mr. L/N should be down soon.”

“I’ll start preparing the dining room.” Alice muttered as she grabbed a few filled plates and left the room.

You locked yourself in your room again, setting the cup of coffee down on your vanity, your stomach rolling from the bit of sausage. You sighed, first things first you needed to call the bakery. Tiffany and Ada should be there already getting the treats for the morning rush prepared so one of them should answer the phone. Moving over to the nightstand by your bed you grabbed the cordless phone that sat there, when you were younger you were lucky enough to get one in your room. All your friends from school were jealous of your phone, they would come over and use it to call their boyfriends or girlfriends so their parents wouldn’t listen in or to prank people after school. The only problem with this phone was that anyone else in the house could just pick up the phone and listen in to any conversation if they wanted to.

You dialed the number for the bakery and waited as it rang, and rang, and rang. Moving over to your vanity you sat in the matching chair as someone finally answered the phone.

“Sugar Cloud, how can we make your day sweet?” Tiffany’s voice called out. It made you giggle.

“Oh my god,” You laughed a bit, “Is that what we sound like when we answer the phone? We sound like a sex line.”

“Y/N!” Tiffany sighed in relief. “Where are you? Are you okay? When no one answered upstairs this morning I almost broke the door down! I thought Oscar killed you or something I was about to call the police!”

“Shit, I’m sorry.” You said as you leaned forward putting your elbows on your knees. “The family issue got a little more serious than I expected so I have to stay at my dad’s place for a little while. I was just calling to see if you and Ada can take over the run of the bakery until I get back.”

“Yeah no problem.” Tiffany said in a light voice. “I’ll let Ada know, we’ll take care of everything.”

“Thank you.” You sighed. You discussed a few things after that. Inventory, how to pay everyone, and to call her at this number if anything went sideways.

“And you call me if you need us.” Tiffany said in a serious manner. “Ada and I have no problem with coming up there to steal you away.”

“I will.” You smiled at your friend though she couldn’t see it. “Thank you.”

You both said your goodbyes and you stood up bringing the phone back to its cradle. Placing it down you looked at your nightstand, the drawer still slightly open from you shoving something in it the night you got here. Pulling it out farther you looked at the piece of notebook paper that sat on top. You could call him… Tell him everything. Your stomach rolled again as you grabbed the paper and opened it. Looking at the name and number that you had hastily scratched on it while sitting in your car was almost unreadable but you managed. Daniel Christianson. Eddie had said to call him if you needed help… Carefully you picked up the receiver in your shaking hand and punched all the correct numbers into the phone as you took a breath before holding it up to your ear. It rang only once.

“Christianson.” His deep voice answered. Having seen his photo around town more than once you had a good idea of what this guy looked like but you were surprised with how deep his voice was. It wasn’t what you had imagined.

A moment of silence later he spoke again more curious than annoyed. “Hello?”

“S-shit.” You floundered for a moment, the words you so wanted to speak getting stuck in your throat before your nerves got the better of you. Anyone could pick up and listen in. Panic. You stuttered out quickly, “S-sorry, wrong number.”

And you hung up.

Closing your eyes you put the phone against your forehead. You were such a wimp.

The day went on much the same as Sunday did. You stayed in your room away from everyone not wanting to see your father or Oscar, Alice came in only once to give you a lunch that you barely touched. The full plate ended up back in the hallway. And by the time dinner rolled around you had picked up the phone to call Mr. Christianson at least four times. And each time you chickened out. Groaning you flopped back onto your bed, your hands over your face. Just pick up the phone and call the fucking guy! Tell him everything and you can go home! But.. What if Oscar or your dad picked up somewhere else in the house? Then your dad would know you were going behind his back and release everything about Eddie! Fuck! Fuck, fuck, fucking, fuck!

A knock on your door made you jump and you took a moment to settle your racing heart. Sitting up you looked over at the door. “What?!”

Evelyn opened the door and leaned on the frame for a moment, her arms crossed over her chest. She was dressed nicely in her normal ‘i have money to burn’ way. “The Malloy’s are here for dinner. Your father wants you dressed appropriately and downstairs in twenty minutes.”

You stared at her for a moment before you nodded your head and turned away from her. You waited until you heard your door close and her heels click away before you even got off the bed. You would get ready but you would do it in your own damn time. In the end you took an extra fifteen minutes to get dressed, you didn’t even try hard but you looked nice… enough. A pretty dress, some wedges, and light makeup. You put in the bare minimum, but at least you didn’t look tired and dead anymore.

Slowly you moved out of your room, closing the door behind you as you walked towards the stairs and then down them carefully. You could hear the chatter and laughter from the living room and you took a breath before you entered the room, their words stopping briefly as you moved in. “Sorry I’m late.”

Your father gave you a look of disapproval as Peter stood up from his seat moving around the coffee table to greet you. “It’s nice to see you again Y/N.”

“Yeah, you too.” You gave a weak, forced smile. You hated him. His presence only reminded you of what you couldn’t have.

“How have you been?” He asked, sounding almost genuinely curious.

Blinking at him you shrugged a little. “I’ve been… better. How are you?”

“Better now that I get to see you.” He smiled in that charming way that made you feel gross.

“Dinner is ready.” Alice said as she opened the doors that attached the dining room to the living room. Looks like you were right on time.

“Thank you Alice.” Your father said as he stood up and gestured for everyone to move into the other room. “Shall we?”

You watch as Peter and his parents start to move towards the dining room, before you decide to follow a few steps behind him, mostly so you don't have to walk next to him. But he stopped and waited for you so you gave him a polite smile. ‘Fuck’

Together you walked into the dining room and took the seat that Peter pulled out for you. You gave him a quiet thanks as he sat in the seat right next to you, unfortunately, your step mother and his mom took their seats across from you with the two dads at the heads of the table. Oscar had made himself scarce it seems. That was fine with you, you had no desire to see his smug face at the moment.

Dinner was already on the table and carefully everyone started to pass around plates and bowls filling their plates as they chatted about god knows what you honestly weren’t listening. Daniel and Alice did a wonderful job with dinner. It looked amazing, but in the end your plate was sparse compared to everyone else's. You didn't want anything too rich or heavy that would make you wanna throw up.

“Watching your figure?” Peter asked as he looked at your plate before smiling up at you.

“No,” You said tightly as you poked some mashed potatoes with your fork. “I haven’t been feeling well recently.”

“I’m sorry to hear that.” He said as he cut into the chicken on his plate. “But I’m glad you decided to stay with your father for a while. Hopefully being here will help you relax.”

‘Not likely.’ You thought as you took a bite of your own small piece of chicken. You chatted lightly with the others at the table when the moments were right, making it look like you actually cared about anything they were saying. Glancing up at your dad he gave you a tight, serious smile that made you want to roll your eyes so you just looked back over at Peter and attempted to make small talk with him as you ate your dinner. Thankfully once Peter started chatting it was hard to shut him up so all you really had to do was nod and smile and throw out a ‘mhm” at the appropriate time and he was putty in your hands. Putty you would wash down the drain if you could.

Soon dinner was finished and dessert was served, you ate as much of that as you could cause you loved Daniels creme brulee. By the end of it you felt sick again but it was worth it. Once everyone started to stand you tried to excuse yourself so you could hide away back in your room as everyone else went to have coffee in the living room but your father stopped you.

“Where are you going?”

“My room.” You sighed.

“No you’re not.” He said as he smiled at Mrs. Malloy who walked by. “Go in that room and talk to them.”

“I talked to them at dinner.” You said looking away from him. “I don’t feel good and I want to lay down.”

“You will go in that room and continue to be a good host.”

“I’m not the host you are. They aren’t here for me.”

“On the contrary,” He hissed back as he grabbed your arm and moved you towards the room. “Play nice and gi-”

“Give him whatever he wants.” You repeated as you crossed your arms over your chest before you walked into the living room and took a seat in one of the open chairs. This was going to be the longest night of your life wasn’t it?

One hour turned into two and now you had started milling about the living room as your father chatted about business with Mr. Malloy. The wives were discussing some fashion designers that Evelyn loved. You on the other hand were staring out one of the large picture windows that looked into the backyard when you felt someone come up next to you. Looking over your shoulder you gave a tight smile to Peter as he looked out the window as well.

“Your fathers garden is beautiful.” He started as he looked down at you.

“The gardeners work hard to make sure it’s perfect. They do a great job.” You nodded as you looked back outside.

“Will you take a walk with me?”

“Sure,” Nodding your head anything to get out of this damn room. The both of you moved towards the french doors that would take you into the backyard and like a gentleman he was raised to be Peter held one open for you as you slipped outside and took a few steps down from the small cement patio into the garden listening as he followed. The backyard was large. Filled with different kinds of flowers and trees, the grass is a healthy green and if you were to walk on it with no shoes the blades would be soft and inviting. A good place to have a picnic. You did that a lot as a kid with Nana and Steve. Picnics in the garden were one of your favorite things when you were little.

“It’s even better up close.” Peter said as he left the patio and joined you in the flowers. His hands slipped into his suit pockets. You realized you had only ever seen him in a suit. Did he even own casual clothes?

“They are.” You nodded as you moved towards the rose bushes that lined the walkway. You played with the soft petals for a few seconds before you dropped your hand and continued to walk towards the large three tiered fountain that sat in the middle of the backyard. You used to love sitting here and reading when you were younger, the falling water was calming. You needed that calm right now.

You walked in a circle around the fountain until you reached the other side and stopped in shock as you looked at Peter. Who was down on one knee. A small velvet box holding a ring in his hand. “W-what are you doing?”

“Y/N,” Peter said with a smile on his face. “I know we haven’t known each other long. But I-”

“Don’t,” You said, shaking your head a little at him. This was insane. “Please get up.”

He ignored you though and pressed on. After all, girls were always shocked when they were proposed to weren’t they? “I love you. I’ve loved you for a while now. Since the first night I met you, here at your fathers home for that business party last summer.”

“Please stop. You don’t even really know me!” Tears welled in your eyes. You didn’t want this. Looking up at the house you could see both sets of parents watching you from the windows. In one the Malloys stood there looking excited, his mother practically bouncing in her spot, her hands clasped together on her chest like this was the most romantic thing she had ever seen, while his father just looked proud. Your gaze shot over to the other window and you noticed that Evelyn looked bored and your father gave you a very serious look. A silent threat. ‘Give him what he wants.’ Did that have to be you? “Peter, we only went on one date.”

“A wonderful date.” Peter chuckled as he held the ring up a little higher. The diamond on it was huge. It sparkled in the light of the setting sun. “And I want to date you for the rest of my life. Will you do me the honor of being my wife?”

“Peter…” Closing your eyes you looked up at the sky for a moment before you glanced back at your father who was nodding at you silently. If you didn’t do this… ‘Eddie…’ Taking a deep breath you bit your lip before you nodded slowly. A very quiet and weak "Yes…" left your lips.

Peter's smile brightened as he stood up and grabbed your left hand delicately so he could slip the ring on your finger. Throwing his arms around you he pulled you into a crushing hug and you closed your eyes letting your tears fall. They would think they were from happiness but you were spiraling. You were never going to see Eddie again… were you?

When the two of you walked back into the house you were pounced on immediately by his mother who was practically exploding with happiness. You let her take your hand from Peters so she could coo over the ring that felt heavy on your hand. She was already talking about the wedding and how wonderful it was going to be. Stating how she had always wanted a daughter, when all you wanted was a moment to breathe. To grieve the loss of your freedom.

For another hour you were stuck in the living room sitting between Evelyn and Mrs. Malloy as they chatted about the wedding, you couldn’t breathe. You sent a glare across the room at your father who laughed with Mr. Malloy, his hand on Peter's shoulder as they congratulated him on his fine catch most likely.

It was only after the Malloy’s had left for the evening that you practically stomped into your fathers office not caring that you were interrupting him as he spoke with Oscar. You were past your initial shocked heartbreak and have dived head first into anger. Throwing the door open you entered and looked at the assistant while pointing towards the door. “Get out.”

Oscar glared at you before he turned back to your father to continue what he was saying. “As I was sayi-”

“I said get out!” You seethed.

“We'll continue this later.” Your father said as he glared at you as well. He waited until Oscar had closed the door behind him before he started in on you. “This couldn’t have waited? I’m sure it’s not going to be as important as what Oscar was going to tell me.”

“How dare you…” You hissed as you walked towards his desk. Pulling the ring off your finger you chucked it at him watching as it hit him in the chest before it landed on his desk with a little clatter. Hoping you had scuffed it in some way. “You said date Peter not marry him! I won't do it!”

“You will.” He said as he picked up the ring from where it landed and looked at it. Still perfect. “Did you forget all the dirt I have on your little rock star?”

“How could I forget when it’s been dangled in front of me every minute I’m in this goddamn house?”

“Watch your language when you talk to me.” He sneered at you as he walked around his desk stalking closer to you. His movements were quick until he was standing over you. Doing what he does best, making you feel small. “Are you even aware of what I am doing for you? Yes you are helping me and in turn I am setting you up for life! With the money that the Malloy’s have you never have to work again. Who knew I raised such a selfish, ungrateful child?”

“Me?” You asked in shock pointing to your chest. “I’m the selfish one? I gave up everything and you have the nerve to call me selfish? I left my home, my job, my friends, I hurt the one man who actually loved me because of you. I love Eddie! I'm only doing this to protect him from you! So don't you dare call me selfish! The only selfish person here is you! Don’t start acting like you give a shit about m-"

A gasp rushed past your lips, your cheek heating up and pulsing with the beat of your heart. One minute you were looking at your dad the next thing you knew you were staring at the bookshelves. Tears welled in your eyes as you brought your hand up to cup the throbbing area. He slapped you. He had actually slapped you.

“Listen to me you little shit.” He hissed, thrusting the ring back into the hand not cupping your cheek. “This has been in motion for months. I don't care if you don't love him. Love has nothing to do with this. I tried to give you the chance to fall for him on your own, obviously that didn't work, but it doesn't matter anymore because it was always going to end this way. You have been promised to Peter from the very beginning and you will marry him at the end of the month. Everything is already arranged. Evelyn and Charlotte have taken care of most of the planning before tonight even happened. All you have to do is play your part as the blushing bride and once it's done I'll get the money from the Malloys for the company and you will be in Chicago with Peter. We never have to see each other again if that's what you want but you will do this or Munsons reputation goes down the drain. Am. I. Clear?”

“... Crystal...” You mutter as you glare up at him, tears still sitting on your lashes. You dropped your hand from your cheek letting him see the spot where he had hit you.

“Good. Now get out.” Your father snapped as he turned away from you walking back to his desk so he could continue his work that you had in his mind so rudely interrupted.

Slowly you backed away a few steps before you felt okay enough to turn your back to him and walked towards the door. Your hand gripped the ring so tightly you prayed it would be crushed in your grip. As you got close to the door something caught your eye and you turned your head to the left slightly to see what it was. On the wooden table by the door sat a bottle of your fathers favorite whiskey. It mocked you, tempted you. Slowly you moved to it, your hand coming up to grab the neck of the bottle. It wasn’t until now that you finally, truly, understood why your moms drinking got so out of hand.

Your father looked up from his papers as he heard the glass scrape across the wood, seeing that you had grabbed the whiskey he snorted as he looked down again with a shake of his head. A mocking tone to his voice as he muttered out, “Like mother, like daughter.”

That hurt. Taking in a deep breath you opened the door and walked from the room putting more distance between the two of you. You sent a glare to Oscar as he walked back into the office, closing the door behind him as you headed towards the stairs and to your room, the only place in this damn house you felt safe. So much for your three drink rule…

Steve was worried. It’s been a full seven days since you broke it off with Eddie and he hadn't heard from you in over a week. It was driving him crazy that he had no clue what had happened to you once you left the bar that day. He didn’t even know that you were even engaged. He had tried to call you off and on over the last few days but no one would answer your home phone. He figured you had been screening your calls so if he dropped in unexpectedly you would have to deal with him. Grabbing his keys off the coffee table in his studio, he locked his door, and jogged down the stairs to the main floor of the bar. He looked around for a moment hoping that his friend had finally gone to bed but when he looked on the couch there was Eddie, right where he left him last night, a beer bottle clutched in his hand. “Isn’t it too early to be drinking?”

“It’s not early if you never went to sleep,” The metalhead grumbled before he looked up from the couch he was lounging on. "Where are you going?"

“To see Y/N.” Steve said, as he stopped fiddling with his keys to look at his friend. His hands moved to sit on his hips. “She's not answering her phone and I wanna get some answers. None of this is adding up.”

“I'm coming with you.” Eddie said as he sat up quickly putting the bottle on the metal box they used as a table. His movements wobbly, making him fall back onto the couch.

“No. You're staying here.”

“Why?” Eddie asked through clenched teeth.

“One you've been drinking all night and can’t even get off the couch without falling over. And two she's more likely to talk to me alone.”

“I haven’t been drinking all night! Just… most of the night.” Eddie growled as he watched Steve fiddle with his keys again, before he sighed in resignation. His eyes held sadness as he looked up at him. “Will you at least tell me how she is?”

“Yeah.” Steve nodded. “I can do that. See you in a bit. Don't do anything stupid.”

Eddie flipped him off as he slumped back onto the couch. He's been utterly miserable since you broke it off with him. He didn't understand what he had done to make you turn on him like that. His brain wouldn’t stop replaying the moment you said goodbye to him. Searching for some kind of sign to see where he went wrong hoping that he could find a way to fix this. It made sleeping incredibly difficult when all he saw was you walking away from him. Thankfully beer helped dull the pain. At least a little bit. Sighing he grabbed his beer again, guess he just had to wait until Steve got back.

Twenty minutes later Steve pulled his old BMW into the back parking lot of the bakery, stopping his car next to yours. At least your car was here. That was a good sign right? He practiced his argument in his head as he got out of the car, quickly moving through the lot, and into the kitchen of the bakery. He just hoped you were willing to talk to him.

“Hey ladies,” He smiled as he walked towards the stairs that lead up to the second floor. “Has she come down yet?”

“Oh… she's not here.” Tiffany said as she placed the piping bag in her hands down. The cookies could wait a moment.

“What?” Steve asked, his brows notched together, hands landing on his hips. “Her car is here… Is she gonna be back soon? I can wait.”

“We don't know when she'll be back.” Ada shrugged half heartedly as she placed some muffins on a display tray. “Her dad's guy. Fuck. Tiff, what’s his name?”

“Oscar,” She sighed.

“Yeah, Oscar came by a couple days ago and she hasn't been in since. She's at her dad's place. Said it was some kind of family emergency but didn’t go into detail. Do you know what it is?”

Shaking his head, ran hand down his face in frustration. “No. I don’t know anything. I'll figure it out though. Thanks ladies.”

“Steve…” Tiffany said in a voice he couldn't read, stopping him in his tracks as he moved towards the door again. “Something happened before she left. Her and Ada came in from the bar that Monday and were in good moods but her dad was here waiting in the office for her. Once she went into the office that changed. When her dad left, she left not long after and she wasn't herself. He did something and I don't know what. All last week she was off. She called on Monday though that’s how we know where she is.”

“Shit. Okay. I’ll go talk to her.” Steve said with a nod. Giving a quick goodbye he left the kitchen and headed out towards the parking lot to his car. Looks like he would be making a trip up to Indianapolis.

Your cousin stared up at the large house as he pulled into the driveway. The house always looked cold to him, like his own parents' home. But it held memories for him, mostly happy ones. Ones he made with you and Nana. Turning off the car he pulled the key out and stepped from the driver's seat, closing the door behind him, before he started up the walk to the front door and rang the doorbell. He only waited a few minutes before Alice the housemaid opened the door. “Hey Alice.”

“Steve!” She smiled at him, opening the door wider to allow him in. “Haven’t seen you in a while. How are you doing?”

“I’m doing okay. You?”

“Good good. Here to see Y/N?” She asked as she closed the door once he was inside out of the heat. When he nodded she pointed him in the direction he’d find his cousin. “She’s in the dining room. Looking at wedding details.”

“Wedding… details?” Steve asked, confused as he looked over at the room in question.

“You don’t know?” Alice asked with wide eyes like she let a secret slip. “Y/N is engaged to Peter Malloy.”

“What?" Steve snapped his head back to Alice. "Since when?"

"Since Monday night."

"Fuck. Excuse me." He said before he started to move farther into the house calling back a thanks as he marched into the room. He stopped as he got into the room looking you over in shock. You didn’t look like yourself. Your hair was styled differently and your whole outfit all the way down to your heels screamed business man's wife. You were staring at three different colored linen napkins as you fiddled with a set of pearls that sat around your neck, Nana’s pearls, your large diamond engagement ring practically blinding him when the light hit it. Anger swelled in his chest at you. “What the fuck?! You break up with Eddie and then get engaged days later?!”

“Steve?” Your head snapped up to look at him as he started moving closer to you. Confusion is clear on your face. “What are you doing here?”

"I came to talk to you." Up close he noticed how tired you looked, the slight hollowness to your cheeks that wasn't there before worried him, it was like you haven’t been taking care of yourself, and he could barely make out a small healing bruise on your cheek bone. His hand went up to touch your cheek. “What the fuck happened?”

“It’s nothing…"

"That doesn't look like nothing."

"It's fine, Chippy, just drop it.” You knew if you told him you would cry and you didn't want to lose it in front of him so you thought maybe you could distract him. Turning you grabbed two of the three different color napkins and held them out for him to see. “I'm glad you're here though. You can help me. This one is ivory and this one is more of an off white cream. There’s also just a white one but I don't know if I like that one very much.”

“What are you doing?” Steve asked quietly, confused by this whole situation. You weren’t acting like yourself. “You’re engaged to Malloy? You hate that guy.”

“He’s… not that bad once you get to know him.” You said your voice started to shake as you looked up at him. When he didn’t say anything, anxiety rolled in your chest making it feel tight. Your hands were trembling as you looked down at the linen. "Please Chippy… Just pick one."

Your cousin looked at you before he took the napkins out of your hands, throwing them on the table. “Talk to me. This isn’t like you. You were happy with Eddie. What happened?”

“I can- I don’t want to talk about it.” You said turning away from him quickly to look at dinner plate options, your bottom lip quivering just a bit. Moving one away from the others into a reject pile. “This one is ugly.”

“Birdie I-”

“Steve please just…” You shook your head.

“Talk to me. I’m worried about you.”

He watched your breathing start to pick up, you were wringing your hands in front of you as you thought for a moment before you dropped them, your mind seemed to be made up. Quickly you moved to the dining room doors pulling them away from the walls so you could close them quietly. Once the doors were secured you turned and rushed back to him, your heels clicking on the wood flooring the only sound in the room for a moment. “My dad is blackmailing me into marrying Peter.”

“What?!” Shock covered his features. His voice was a little louder than he anticipated.

“Shhhh!” You hissed at him before looking at the door making sure no one was going to walk in and ask what happened. Glancing back at Steve you started to explain. “I don’t know how, but he was able to get Eddie’s old criminal record and finances. If I don’t do what he wants he’s threatening to release them to the public and ruin Eddie’s image and everything he worked so hard for. He has everything Steve.”

“Jesus Christ…” Wiping his hand down his face he looked around the room like someone was going to pop out at you both before he turned back to look at you. “What does he know exactly?”

“He knows about when Eddie went to jail for possession and dealing, he knows about Chrissy dying, and he knows that…” You took a deep breath. “He knows that Eddie's been paying child support for the last four years.”

“Child support?” Confusion bloomed on his face making his brows drop down over his eyes a little as the space between them bunched up a bit. “Eddie doesn’t have any kids.”

“That’s what I told him but he showed me the papers Steve! It’s all there. He’s been paying a thousand dollars a month to someone named Abigail... something.”

“Fuck.”

“That’s why I did it. That’s why I broke up with Eddie. I had to keep him safe from my dad.” You said tears in your eyes as you looked up at him. “I had to keep all of you safe. If he could look into Eddie’s past; there's nothing keeping him from looking into everyone else's and finding skeletons that he could use to his advantage. Even yours Steve.”

It took Steve a long time to get a breath in as he contemplated everything you told him. Putting his hands on your shoulders he squeezed them a little. “Come with me. We’ll go back to the bar and tell Eddie everything. You don’t have to do this.”

“I can’t just leave.” You shook your head at him. “If I do, dad will know I said something and release everything. There’s an engagement party tonight and I have to be there for it. It would be suspicious if I didn't go.”

“I’m not just going to leave you here to deal wit-”

The door opened cutting Steve off mid-sentence making him drop his hands from your shoulders as Peter walked through the dining room doors. “Why are the doors closed Sweetheart?”

You flinched at the pet name. You hated it when he called you that. It sounded gross coming from him, only Eddie could call you Sweetheart. Ignoring his question you looked over at Peter as he got closer, forcing a smile onto your face. Clearing your throat you gestured to your cousin, “Steve stopped by for a visit.”

Steve narrowed his eyes at Peter when you flinched.

“Ah! Steve!” Peter said with a smile as he wrapped one arm around your waist pulling you to his side and holding the other out for Steve to shake. “It’s nice to see you again. I was hoping you would stop by. You’re so important to Y/N, I was hoping the two of us could get to know each other more. Since we’ll be cousins soon and all. Did you come to help with wedding details?”

“Not originally,” Steve said, shaking the man's hand. His grip might have been tighter than necessary before he turned his head to look at you, his face was calm but his eyes said something different. “But I’m here to help. All you have to do is ask. You know that right?”

Your throat closed around your words as you tried to speak but when nothing came out you just nodded. Tears were still in your eyes as you looked away from Steve back at the table full of last minute things.

“That’s great!” Peter smiled as he looked down at you. “It’ll be nice for her to have some help. The little lady’s been pretty stressed out the last few days since the engagement. Luckily my mom and Evelyn took care of all the big things, right babe?” His gaze moved back up to Steve as one of his hands came up to gesture at him like he just had a greatest idea. “Hey we should get together sometime, maybe at that bar you work at, get to know each other. Y/N tells me you were co-captain of your swim team in high school. I was also on the swim team in school. I was the captain though.”

Steve gave a noncommittal sound that could be misheard as interest but knowing Steve like you did that was his 'I don't care' sound.

Glancing between Peter and Steve you give your cousin a serious look as you clear your throat to break the quiet tension. “Steve has to get going unfortunately. You have to open the bar soon, right?”

“Yeah. Yeah, I do.” Steve nodded, thankful you had given him an out. The sooner he gets back to the bar the sooner he can get Eddie up to speed. And maybe confront him on that kid bullshit. “I’ll have to check my work schedule to see if I have a free day soon to… hang out.”

Peter dug into this pocket to grab his wallet and went through it for a moment before he pulled out a card and handed it to Steve. “Here’s my card. Got all my info on it. Give me a call when you find the time or if you get into legal trouble.”

Steve looked down at the card and then back up to Peter. Surprise evident in his eyes, “You’re a lawyer?”

“The best in Chicago.” He looked proud of himself.

Your cousin’s eyes narrowed slightly at your new fiancee, he was a lawyer and is keeping you hostage in a forced engagement… Did he know about the blackmail? Being a lawyer didn’t he know that all of this was highly illegal? “I’ll be sure to call you. Birdie, let me know if you need anything okay? Anything at all.”

“Okay,” You nodded, giving him a little smile. You knew what he meant. Call him if you need to run.

“Oh shit, I know you have to work but if you get off early enough you should drop by the Conrad tonight. We are having our engagement party there. I’m sure Y/N would love to see you.”

“Yeah maybe.” Steve nodded his head putting the card in the pocket of his pants. “Saturdays are one of our busy days. I don't know if my boss will let me off at such short notice.”

“Your boss is that Munson guy right?” Peter asked, looking thoughtful before he started to chuckle. Oh how you wanted to punch him in his smarmy little face. “I hope there’s no hard feelings between him and I… But you know how it is. The best man wins in the end.”

“Uh.. yeah.” Steve said with a small nod before he pointed to the door. “I should go.”

“I’ll call you.” You said as he hugged you tightly. Giving you the comfort that you’ve been needing that last few days. You felt sick again as you watched him leave, there goes your only hope of things going back to normal. Maybe now you would have the balls to call Mr. Christianson and actually talk to him. End this once and for all.

“Have you picked out the napkins you wanted?” Peter asked, bringing you out of your thoughts as he turned to look at the table full of items.

“I was thinking the cream would be nice.” You quietly said pointing at it. You didn’t give a fuck about napkins.

Peter laughed then and shook his head using his fingers to grab the linen and toss it into the reject pile. “No. That would clash with the colors mom and Evelyn picked out. Plus, it would look like a giant pad of butter on your pretty white dress. We’ll stick with the white.”

Closing your eyes you took a deep breath to calm yourself as you nodded slowly, muttering a quick, “Of course. How silly of me.”

“It’s alright babe. Sometimes you just need a man to make the final decision.” He smirked at you as he turned to walk out of the door slapping your ass as he went. “See you tonight!”

Anger coursed through your veins as he left. You wanted to scream. Wanted to throw something. Anything. Looking at the table filled with wedding things you grabbed the closest thing to you, a pretty porcelain dinner plate and chucked it across the room. The shattering sound it made calmed you a little as you felt a bit of your anger leave as you took in shuttering deep breaths. The white dish lay in pieces on the floor, broken, much like your life.

“What was that?!” Alice said as she rushed in to make sure you were okay. Worry in her eyes.

“It slipped.” You said dully before you looked over at her hoping she would just leave it at that.

Nodding her head, Alice looked at you in understanding. “I’ll go get the broom then.”

Getting back into his car, Steve stared at the house that once held so many memories for him. Playing with you as kids in the backyard or in the living room, family Christmas parties, birthdays, cuddling on the couch with Nana between you two as she read you both a book. It wasn't heaven but it was always nice.

But now Steve saw it for what it really was. A prison. And you were a prisoner, trapped in your own solitary confinement. Shoving his keys into the ignition of his car, Steve turned it on and backed out of the long driveway. He had to get back to the bar and hopefully find Eddie sober enough to hear what he had to say. And clear headed enough to call his fucking lawyer.

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Thursday ‘Kings & Queens’ Radio Prompt List

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Been two years since he left me

The way you smile, the way you walk

He's only here for one thing But (so am I)

I'll show you how a real queen behaves,

I wish that when you walked in, I could hide it

Baby, I wanna drink you in like oxygen

A black leather jacket, A bad reputation, Insatiable habits

I throw my phone into a lake And watch it sink to a better place, down at the bottom

But queens are free to go wherever they like

You can either lead, follow or get out the way

I wish that when we touched, there wasn't lightnin'

I swear on my life that I've been a good girl Tonight, I don't wanna be her

She say I make her wet

Good to know that you got free That town I know was keeping you down on your knees

These bruises make for better conversation

He was onto me, one look and I couldn't breathe

And I'm stumbling drunk, getting in a car

That girl know what she want, she make me take it off when she see me

They say he likes a good time

I think my life might be better if I lived in Colorado

You say you wish our hearts had better timin'

Sometimes I wish that I could see you one more day

My mind is a place that I can't escape your ghost

I know too well how, it feels when you fall

Once I start breathin' fire, you can't tame me

Yeah, I said, "If you kiss me I might let it happen"

I don't want my best dressed day in a casket

She came with you and then left with me

Please don't fix a thing, whatever you do

And I'll admit, it would be nice To meet some guy who's not my type

'Cause it's 3am

And I'm calling everybody that I know

I've walked through hell, and I've battled the storms

Days pass by and my eyes stay dry, and I think that I'm okay

Darling, I just left the bar

It's good to let you in again

'Cause one of us is always holdin' somebody else

Cause maybe there I'd like myself Work on my mental health

We would pop champagne and raise a toast

I lost my chance when you met him

So take me to the Heavens now

Make a fuckin' move it would make my fuckin' day

And the both of us are gettin' good at foolin' ourselves

Wishing you were around but now it's too late

No damsel in distress, don't need to save me

She's in Queens with the man of her dreams

Sit around and get high, sippin' some white wine out the bottle

They say that the time will heal it, the pain will go away

Yeah, I'm a wreck since you've been gone

Can't live without me, you wanna, but you can't,

One more rainy day without you

Disobey me, then baby, it's off with your head

ten years, is that what it's been?

Tell me, how am I supposed to move on?

But it's an empty dream That shit's not meant for me

But everything, it reminds me of you and it comes in waves

And meet some young ex-wife We'd start a brand new life

I choose the devil I know Over the heaven I don't

These days I'm becoming everything that I hate

Leaving you makes me wanna cry

I would love to fix it all for you

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Chapter Two: Wild Ride

Chapter 2 here we go!! We have so many things happening and I know you guys are excited for some of them to come! I'm really sorry it took this long to post, but I hope from the bottom of my heart that the wait was worth! Also I wanna give a huge shoutout and thanks to Andrea from @behindmygreyeyes for helping me proofread, you really don't know how much it means to me 🥹✨ Come talk to me after you read and tell me what you think! All the love 🤍 Mar

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Disclaimer: In no way do I wish to spread hate or negative opinions about any of the characters here depicted, this is just fiction and with the purpose of entertaining you guys

TW: Mentions of Sex, not too graphic but feel free to skip it

January 14, 2022 – February 13, 2022: Month One

January 17, 2022

Harry. New York City, New York. 12:30 PM.

It had been over a week since my family had left and I was proud to say we had been able to get into a routine. Pippa was growing too fast for my liking, but I swear I fell more and more in love with her everyday. She started to look so much more like her mumma. I am also very excited because we have the ‘all clear’ from our pediatrician to travel to London in a few days.

I have some work commitments and we both agreed that it would be nice for my family and some friends we have there to meet Pippa, so after a lot of planning on our end as well as on Jeff’s end, we had managed to fix a schedule. We will be leaving in five days and staying there until after Valentine’s Day.

I know I won’t tell Y/N this, but one of the reasons I am so excited to go to England is that we will be able to have either Gemma, or my mum babysit Pippa so I can take her out on a date, we were supposed to go on a date a few days ago, Ellie and Nate were supposed to babysit for us, but a winter storm had them stuck in Denver until further notice.

Upon hearing this, Richard had agreed to babysit for a few hours and after a lot of planning everything was set to go, until yesterday when he had tested positive for Covid. That left us where we are now, in a car waiting for Y/N to deliver a care package to her dad and ready to head home for the evening.

I was pulled from my thoughts when she opened the door and climbed on the back seat with Pippa, I smiled at her, “Hey, how did it go?” She removed her mask, put on some antibacterial and smiled at me, “Good, I just left in on the door and walked back, he looks good but was so bummed he couldn’t see this little bean before we leave”, she then cooed at the baby in her car seat

“I’m glad he’s okay, love”, I squeezed her knee before turning back and starting the drive back home. Once we got there, Y/N unbuckled Pip before handing her to me. I kissed her forehead before turning to look at my love, “I’ll get her ready for bed and I’ll meet you in the nursery afterwards, okay?” She nodded and kissed Pippa’s head before making her way to the living room.

I turned the lights on in the nursery and started humming to Pippa, “Let’s get you ready bunny”. I removed her knitted outfit and she let out a little whimper. “Oh no, no tears it’s okay yeah?” I changed her diaper and reached for the lotion since my little girl’s skin was pretty dry, and as I lathered her skin I started humming a song I had written for a special project, If I was a bluebird, I would fly to you, you'd be the spoon, dip you in honey so I could be sticking to you

After rubbing her body with lotion, I grabbed her long-sleeved onesie and tiny socks and once they were on, I grabbed the sleeper and dressed her up. “Look at you baby! You are the prettiest tiny baby, my heart!”. As I was brushing her hair, Y/N came in.

When she saw us, she smiled. I walked to meet her halfway and handed her Pippa. She started cooing before whispering to her, “Are you pretty hungry, tiny miss?” She kissed her head before turning to look at me, a mischievous look on her face. Before I could talk, she said to me, “Why don’t you go take a shower and I’ll come get you once you’re done”. I smirked at her “Why?” She laughed, “Just do it please?” I nodded and kissed her forehead and then Pippa’s and left the room.

I knew she would normally take up to forty minutes to feed and put her to sleep, so before jumping into the shower I checked some emails ranging from the special project I would announce soon, our trip to London and our trip to California for Coachella. About twenty minutes later, I went into the bathroom and got through my shower routine.

I was just finishing putting my laundry away when there was a knock on my door. I walked to open it and found her there. She had changed into some pajamas, face cleaned and a top bun on her head. She reached for my hand and gave it a squeeze before pulling me towards the living room. When we entered, I could feel a warmth fill me up.

She had hung up some fairy lights all around and dimmed the lights, there were pillows and blankets all over the floor. Two bowls of steamy alfredo pasta were set on the coffee table along with a basket of our favorite goodies and some hot chocolate. The perfect ending to this though was the snow that had started falling a few hours ago.

I turned and pulled her into a hug, I squeezed her and kissed her neck multiple times before pulling back. She smiled and said, “I know we were supposed to have another date, but we had to work with what we had”. I shook my head, “Baby this is way better than I could’ve hoped for, thank you”. She kissed my cheek and we sat down to eat.

While we ate, we pressed play on the movie she had chosen, which was Encanto because she was a Disney girl at heart. After the movie ended, I went and made some more hot chocolate and sat down next to her. One of my favorite things to do was talk to her about anything and everything.

“I wanna do something different.” I nodded while she continued to speak. “I want us to talk about what we did after we broke up and before you freak out, I think it is important in this new journey for us”. I sighed and gave her a smile. I said, “Are you sure?” She nodded and I cleared my throat before speaking up, “So, do you wanna go first?” She nodded her head.

“After Glenne picked me up from the house, we went into Whole Foods and bought some wine and dinner, then drove to Abalone Cove Shoreline Park. We sat on the beach and I cried for hours. I threw rocks as well as sand and cursed whatever I saw. After I finished, she dropped me at my hotel. I ordered some more champagne and some chocolate covered strawberries, and cried some more while watching the Mamma Mia movies before falling asleep”,

I kissed her cheek, she pulled back and shrugged her shoulders saying “I also paid with your card, Jeff sent it”. That had me laughing out loud before taking a deep breath, “How on Earth did I not find out, huh?” She gave me a childish smile, “That’s a secret we’ll never tell; how about you?” I cleared my throat before speaking up.

“After you left, I think I cried for a few hours, then… then I wrote you a song”. She sat up straighter, surprise written all over her face, “What?” I smiled, “Wanna listen to it?” She nodded and I stood up and grabbed my guitar before starting to play the song I had written to her. When I did, I could see the tears in her eyes which made my heart break. As soon as I was done, she pulled me into a hug before kissing the shell of my ear and whispering, “I love you, thank you”

“I love you more, and I know we still have to address the elephant in the room, but I’m still working with Patricia on it”. She shushed me, “Whenever you are ready, we will baby, there’s no rush”. I nodded and reached to pull her into my arms.

January 24, 2022

New York City, New York. 11:00 AM.

It was crazy to think that the last time I came to Betty’s office, I was still pregnant. Harry opened the door and we walked in. Randy smiled at us and said, “Hello you guys! Welcome! Oh, please let me see the baby!”. Harry and I smiled before stopping the stroller in front of her and pulling up the cover we had. She cooed before turning to look at us, “Good Lord she gets prettier and prettier each day!”

We laughed a little and turned to look at the door where Betty was coming out from. “There they are! Oh, it’s so good to see you three!” She hugged Harry and then turned to pull me into a hug before turning to see Pippa.“Well look at those cheeks! How are you, Miss Pippa?” She pulled back before turning to look at us, “Shall we?”

We nodded and followed her to her office. “So how have we been since the last time we spoke a few weeks ago?” Harry helped me remove my coat and sit down on the table, “It’s been good, we have been taking it pretty slow” She smiled while making her way to where I was. “That is pretty good”, she started taking my vitals and then helped me lay down so she could examine me.

“Has your bleeding stopped?” I nodded, “Last week” she nodded, “That’s okay, on average, new moms bleed from four to six weeks, so it doesn’t worry me. Everything is returning to it’s place and your uterus and cervix looks great”, I nodded, “How has breastfeeding gone?” I sighed, “It has been an up and down ride, there are days where feeds go great and others that leave us both crying”.

Betty frowned a little, “Are you pumping?” I nodded, “In between feeds” We moved to sit at her desk. I noticed Harry looking at me intently, I knew he would have something to say later on. Betty then cleared her throat and turned to look at me, “And… emotionally? How are you?”

I smiled and cleared my throat, “It has been a wild ride for sure, it has been a big adjustment, but honestly? I have not felt like I’m drowning”. I sniffled before reaching out to squeeze Harry’s hand, “He has been my anchor, and our families too; I mean I do feel some anxiety sometimes, especially when I think of her growing up”.

Betty smiled, “That’s normal darling, we all do, I remember with my babies I didn’t even leave my house for two months except for essential things”. I laughed, “Don’t get me started, that has me a little anxious?”, Betty gave us a questioning look, “We’re leaving for England in a few days, Harry has some work commitments and we’re visiting family”.

“Oh, how fun! It is normal for you to feel anxious, just please don’t keep it to yourself, like you said you have a tribe who will listen to you”. I nodded and felt Harry kiss my temple. She turned to my chart and started reviewing again. “Have you thought about birth control?” I nodded, “I wanted to know if I could go into the ‘minipill’? From my research I saw that it was the safest option while breastfeeding”. She nodded, “Oh absolutely, I will write a prescription for you”.

Harry and I nodded. “So the last thing to address, exercise and sex”. We both tensed at that and my heart leapt out of my chest. “I see no issue for you guys to engage in such activities, but please take it slow, I truly cannot express enough how important this is okay?” We both nodded before Harry squeezed my hand and spoke up, “I will take care of her, whatever her decision may be”. I turned to look at him and gave him an appreciative smile.

After Betty finished making notes she handed me the folder back and we said our goodbyes. When we left her office, we got into the car. I sat in the back with Pippa and once Harry sat down in the driver’s side, I reached to kiss his cheek. He turned and gave me a smile, “What was that for, huh?”. I shrugged, “Just because”. He nodded and turned back to start the car so we could leave to run our errands.

January 28, 2022

London, England. 12:30 PM.

The trip to London had been hectic to say the least. I never realized just how many things we actually needed to bring, that we could not buy in London. Once everything was packed, we made our way to Teterboro where we met Jeff, Tommy, and Harry L. because they were all traveling with us.

The flight itself had been pretty good, Pippa behaved like a champion and her father was the worst traveler of the group. After we landed in London, we made our way to Harry’s house. Both Anne and Gemma had already visited and helped us by getting us groceries and some meals since Pippa was having a bit of a hard time adjusting to the time change.

We had agreed that Harry’s family would meet Pippa once we traveled North for Harry’s birthday, but there was a visit that had me so excited, and that day had finally come. Florence Pugh, Gemma Chan, and I had bonded while H was filing ‘Don’t Worry Darling’ and stayed in touch since then. As of right now, they both were here in England getting ready to start some new projects, so we had agreed to have them come and meet Pippa.

As soon as I opened the door, I was pulled into a bone crushing hug by two of my closest friends, the three of us let out squeals of happiness and we swayed a little before pulling back. I moved and let both of our visitors come in, the girls having removed their shoes and coats, and we made our way to the living room.

Before we got there, Gemma piped up “Love where is your bathroom? I want to wash my hands before meeting the baby?”. Flo chimed in, “Yeah me too!”. I smiled and took them to the bathroom and let them know I would go to the kitchen to grab some things. Harry had helped me bring in the heavy stuff before going upstairs and getting Pippa up from her nap, so I just had to carry the teapot.

Gemma and Flo were standing in the living room looking at the photos Harry had displayed. They turned when I walked in and gave me a smile. “Come on sit down, do you want some tea?” The two of them nodded and took the seat on the loveseat closest to the window before Flo spoke up, “Can you please explain to me how the hell you look so hot after giving birth just one month ago?”

I laughed while Gemma nodded. I could feel my cheeks turn red before answering, “Breastfeeding, truly it is keeping me very occupied, and my pilates, little by little I have been able to get back to it”. Gemma nodded in awe, “Well darling you look amazing”. Before I could answer, Harry cleared his throat and the three of us turned to look at him and the little swaddled bundle in his arms.

Both Flo and Gemma gasped and squealed when they saw the baby before Flo screamed-whispered, “Look at that tiny baby!”. Gemma laughed before speaking up, “Look at that smile, there’s the proud dad!”. Harry handed me the baby before walking to where they were sitting and pulling them into a hug.

When he pulled back, he came to stand next to where I was and squeezed my hip. I cleared my throat before speaking up, “Ladies, there’s someone who is very excited, who wants to meet her aunts”. Before I could take a step to where they were sitting, Gemma put her hands up in a stop motion, “Wait! Let us put our mask on and some antibacterial gel”. Harry spoke up, “Hey, it’s fine if you don’t wear them”.

Flo scoffed before speaking up, “Of course we will, she’s a tiny baby and we have been with a lot of people, and sadly we’re not sure if everyone is vaccinated, I mean we are but I don’t wanna risk anything”. We both nodded and once they were ready they nodded. I walked to where they were standing and whispered, “Look Pip, these are your aunts; auntie Gemma and auntie Flo”.

Gemma reached to run a hand down her hair while Flo sniffled and placed her hands on her chest, “Look at her, she’s so beautiful, thank God she looks like her mumma”. That had Gemma and I laughing while Harry whined and pouted, “Come on Flo, I thought we were friends”. She shrugged her shoulders, “We are, but I need to speak the truth”. He scoffed, “Okay I’ll give you that”.

Gemma cleared her throat before whispering, “Can I hold her?” I nodded and transferred the baby into her arms. Gemma started swaying a little and cooed, “Hi Pippa, hi lovie, God look at you!” Flo was running her hand down her hair while also cooing, “I cannot wait until you’re old enough and I can take you to get a piercing”. Harry groaned again and Gemma and I laughed at her.

Gemma then motioned to Flo so she could let her hold the baby, Gemma carefully handed her Pippa and then came to give me a side hug before going to stand next to Harry. She turned and smiled, “I’m sorry to tell you pal, but she is all her mum’s beauty”. He shrugged his shoulders, “I cannot deny that”. She then gave him a small smile before telling him, “I’m proud of you Harry, of how much you have grown and who you are today”.

He sniffled before pulling her into a side hug and kissing her head, “Thank you Gemma, for being such a good friend even after everything that happened, I’m so happy my kids have you as an aunt”. Florence pipped in, “Kids?! Mate, you’re getting way ahead of yourself”. We all laughed at that before he turned to look at me, a sincere smile, “Just wait and see”.

Florence then spoke up, “Oh! Before we forget, we got the little miss a present”. She pulled out a box from her bag before handing it to me. I unwrapped it and found a box. I opened it and saw there was a little pendant with her initial engraved and on the back was her birthday. Gemma spoke up, “We know she is still small, so we thought of a gift she could grow with”.

I nodded and gave them both a teary smile, “Thank you girls, this is a gift I want for her to treasure forever”. Gemma handed Harry the baby and she made her way along with Flo to pull me into a group hug, and after a few seconds I heard them both whisper to me, “Congratulations mama”, “We are so proud of you”.

February 1, 2022

Harry. Holmes Chapel, England. 8:30 AM.

I was awakened by someone clearing their throat. When I groggily opened my eyes I smiled, my girls were standing there in front of me, Pippa in her arms, she was wide awake which led me to believe she had just fed her. “Well good morning, ladies”. Y/N handed Pippa to me and started walking back, “Wait I’ll be back in a moment”.

I nodded and sat up a little turning to kiss her little forehead, “Hi little Pip, what a great way to start my birthday huh?”. Y/N cleared her throat from outside the room and said “Can you close your eyes for a second?”. I laughed while closing them, a few seconds later she spoke again, “Are your eyes closed?”

“Yes, my heart, they are closed!”, A few seconds later I heard her come in and sing ‘Happy Birthday’. I opened my eyes and my heart started beating a thousand miles an hour when I saw her with a cake and a candle. She sat in front of me and as soon as she finished singing, she said “Wait wait! Before you blow let me take some pictures”.

I nodded, and after she was done, she said, “Okay then, close your eyes, make a wish, and blow your candle!”. I did as she asked me and blew out the candle and she gave a little cheer. I pulled her in and pulled her for a kiss. We pulled back and I brought her again before she whispered “Happy birthday baby”. I said “Thank you my love”.

She ran a hand down my cheek and said, “Your mom just finished preparing breakfast, shall we go down?” I groaned and pouted “I wanted to cuddle my girls”. She laughed and kissed my pout before saying, “We’ll cuddle after breakfast, yes? I’m so glad you convinced your mom to cater today’s food”. I laughed too before we both stood up and made our way downstairs to where my mum was finishing breakfast.

When she heard us come in, she gave me a big smile before speaking up, “There he is! Happy birthday baby boy!” I handed Pip to Y/N and pulled my mum into a hug, “Thanks mumma! I love you!”. We pulled back and my mum went to say hello to Y/N and Pip.

We all sat down to eat breakfast and talked about the plans for today. Y/N then cleaned the table while mum disappeared for a second and returned with a gift in her hands which she placed in front of me. “Mum you didn’t have to!”. She shrugged, “It’s nothing, just open it”. I pulled the lid off the box and reached in for the item which turns out was a polaroid camera. My mum spoke up

“I know this lovely lady has your old one, so I wanted to gift you one so you could have it with you always”, I smiled at her and pulled her for a hug, “Thank you mumma”. She kissed my cheek, “You’re welcome darling”.

February 1, 2022

Holmes Chapel, England. 12:30 PM.

I was pulled from my slumber by a tiny whimper coming from the travel cot at my bedside. Harry was cuddling me, so I carefully pulled out to grab Pippa. When I did, she started crying, “Oh hey, no need for that missy, I know you’re hungry, my boobs are making sure I know”, Anne had been so nice to bring one of her loveseats here so I could breastfeed, so I sat there to feed Pippa.

About twenty minutes into the feeding, I heard a pull of air and turned to see Harry waking up, he started looking around the room and smiled, “There they are! Hi, my loves”. “Hello birthday boy, how was your nap?”. He stretched and laid down again, “It was good, but I missed you guys”. I smiled at him then I remembered something.

“Hey, there are two packages inside my suitcase, could you please grab them?” He nodded and went into the closet. When he came back, he was trying so hard to keep a straight face but was failing miserably.He placed the gifts on the bed before making his way to where I was finishing feeding Pippa and setting her up for a burp. “I thought we had agreed on no gifts missy”.

I shrugged my shoulders and told him “It’s your birthday, you deserve to be pampered, and the truth is one is mine and the other is from your little girl”. He kissed the back of her head and my forehead before going to sit on the bed. “Which should I open first?” I pointed to the square box and he nodded and started unwrapping it.

“That one is from Pip”. He smiled and removed the paper as he he pulled out a personalized book from Pippa. I could see him tear up and looked up at me, “Baby…” I smiled, “That way, you two can have your special bedtime story book”. “I cannot wait to read it to her, thank you”. He walked to where we were sitting and kissed me.

“I’m glad you loved it baby”. He then made his way back to the bed and grabbed the other gift. When he opened it, he pulled out a box full of vouchers I had made for dates, massages, dinners, kisses, and more. He laughed and turned to look at me, “When can I start redeeming them?”, “Hm, when we return to London”. He groaned, but nodded.

I stood up and started swaying with Pippa. He came and hugged us telling me“Thank you for my gifts baby, I love them so much”. I kissed his lips, “I’m glad you do”. I turned to see the time and sighed, “We better start getting ready, everyone will be here in about an hour”. He groaned but nodded, “Are you ready for them to meet her?” I nodded excitedly, “Especially Thea and Ella”. He smiled, “Me too love”.

February 1, 2022

Harry. Holmes Chapel, England. 4:30 PM.

I was pretty thankful that this birthday I had all of my family here with me to celebrate. The food mum had ordered was delicious and everyone was so happy to meet Pippa. I was currently seated on the floor playing with Thea while Ella was holding Pippa. She turned to look at me and gave me a smile.

“I cannot believe that just a few years ago we were joking about coming to your mum’s house for Christmas with our babies and we are here now”. I laughed, “I know, still feels like a dream huh?” She nodded, I turned to look at Thea who gave me a gummy smile, “Oh look at that smile! You are gorgeous darling!”, Ella smiled, “And this lovie! I’m so impressed by how much she looks like her mumma.”

We sat there for a few minutes in silence just cuddling the babies before Ella spoke up again, “I’m proud of you H; you chose a great woman to be your partner.”, I gave her a smile, “Just like you and Ryan”, I reached to squeeze her knee, we both turned to the door where Gemma entered carrying a cake while my family started singing ‘Happy Birthday’.

After they were done, I blew out the candles and my mum started cutting the cake, sharing a piece with everyone. I sat down next to where Y/N was sitting talking with my auntie Dee who was holding Pippa. She smiled at us, “She really is a beauty Harry, oh I cannot wait until you two get married!” We both laughed before I squeezed her hip before answering my aunt, “Soon Aunt Dee”. Y/N kissed my cheek in reassurance before answering, “All in due time”.

February 1, 2022

Holmes Chapel, England. 8:45 PM.

After we said goodbye to the last guests, I went into the kitchen where Anne was waiting for me. She made sure Harry was not near before she pulled out a wrapped gift from the cabinet and handed it to me, “Here darling, everything is ready for you guys”. I smiled and grabbed the gift, “I really cannot thank you enough”.

She shrugged her shoulders, “You guys deserve a night off, and I am really excited about having one-on-one with my babe”. I reached in and pulled her into a hug, “We’ll see you tomorrow, yes? Please if you need anything call us, but milk is pumped and measured for you, and I left everything you might need out”. She squeezed my arms, “We’ll be okay, and you guys will be a fifteen-minute drive away”. I nodded and jumped a little when I heard someone clear their throat.

I turned and smiled when I found Harry standing there, “What are you ladies up to huh?”. I smiled and while Anne excused herself Harry made his way to me. He pulled me into his arms, settling his hands on my lower back and kissed my lips before speaking up, “Hi lovie”. I laughed and then whispered to him, “Hi birthday boy”.

He pouted his lips and squeezed my love handles, “Heeey”., I laughed and kissed his chest, “Hi love”. He gave me a boyish grin before reaching down to pull me into a kiss. Before we could get carried away, I pulled back, which he was not happy about and he started blowing raspberries on my neck.

I was laughing so hard but managed to tell him in between laughs, “Wait! Wait! I have one last birthday present for you!”. He pulled back, a soft smile decorating his face, “You didn’t have to, you have given me so much already”. I shrugged my shoulders, “It’s your birthday, and I wanna make up for the birthday I missed”. I grabbed the box which was on the counter next to me and handed it to him. “Open it”.

He smiled and unwrapped the little gift and came across a box. When he pulled off the lid, he found a key and grabbed it, “Did you buy me a house?”. I shook my head, “Not really, but I did get us a place for the night, just you and me”. There was a twinkle in his eyes I hadn’t seen in a while. He leaned and whispered, “Will I need my birthday suit?” My heart started beating so fast at his comment before whispering to him, “Maybe…”

I kissed the shell of his ear and walked away to the living room so I could cuddle Pippa, who was lounging on her bouncer. Before we left, I picked her up and started swaying while kissing her head. A few seconds later, Harry came into the room and pouted when he saw Pippa. He came to where we were standing and ran a hand down her head.

“Are you okay leaving her?” I nodded, “We need some time for us H, she has been the center of our Universe for the last two months”. He nodded and smiled at his mom, who had just walked into the living room. He pulled her into a hug, “Thank you mum”. Anne hugged him back and kissed his cheek before pulling back, “You guys deserve this, Pippa will definitely be okay yes?”, I nodded and turned to look at Harry and gave him a reassuring smile.

Harry asked “Can I hold her?”, I nodded and handed the baby to him, who immediately cuddled into his chest, her favorite place. He smiled and swayed a little before kissing her head and telling her, “Please be on your best behavior for Nana yes? Mumma and Daddy will be back before you notice it, but if you miss us too much just tell your Nana and she’ll give us a call.” Anne and I let out a laugh, God this man was very much in love with his baby.

He then handed her to me and turned to hug is mom bye, while I squeezed Pippa a little before whispering to her, “I’ll miss you sweet girl, I’ll see you tomorrow, yes?”. When Harry and Anne pulled back she made her way to me. I handed her the baby and she pulled me into a side hug, “Enjoy yourselves darling, we’ll be fine”. I nodded and kissed her cheek before making my way to where Harry was standing, I pulled the overnight bag from the closet and we left the house before we both cried.

February 1, 2022

Harry. Holmes Chapel, England. 9:10 PM.

When we closed the door, my heart started racing with excitement. I was so thankful for all the surprises I had gotten today, but this topped pretty much everything. As I was about to get into the driver side Y/N pulled me to the passenger side. I obliged and smiled at her, “You’re driving huh?”

She smiled and nodded her head, “You just have to relax and let me do my thing okay?”, I smiled at her, she then grabbed a blindfold from her pocket and turned to look at me, “May I?”. I nodded and she carefully came over to where I was seated., I put my seatbelt on and once I was settled she placed the blindfold on me. Before she pulled back she placed a kiss on the corner of my lips.

I whined a little and she laughed before I interrupted her, “Stop teasing!” She squeezed my arm, leaned into me and whispered to my ear, “Don’t worry, there’s so much more from where that came from.” I shuddered and sat up a little straighter while I heard her make her way to the driver’s side.

She turned on the car and when the radio came to life I smiled, “Is this our playlist?”She hummed in agreement, “It is baby, thought we could make our fifteen-minute drive a little bit more entertaining, what do you think?”,“I love it, I love you.” She reached for my hand and gave it a squeeze, “I love you more.”

The ride itself went really fast. Once she parked the car and turned off the radio, I heard her get out the door, and a few seconds later I heard her come to my side. She opened the door and removed my seatbelt before helping me get out of the car. Once I was out, she closed the door and made her way to the boot to grab the overnight bag.

I heard a thud which meant she probably had dropped the bag before squeezing my arms, “Okay, you ready?” I nodded eagerly and she laughed as she removed my blindfold, I waited for a second before I opened my eyes and was in awe at the little cottage in front of us. I turned to see my girl and gave her a smile, “Where did you find this?”

She shrugged before answering, “I have my secrets.” I laughed and pulled her into a hug before whispering, “Thank you my love.” She squeezed me before pulling back, “Come on, there is more inside.” I grabbed her hand and scoffed when she did not let me help her with the overnight bag. We stopped at the front door and she nudged me to open and go inside.

My heart was beating so fast, I truly did not know what to expect. I opened the door and immediately smiled at the sight, the cottage was lined up with fake candles and sunflower bouquets. I continued to walk inside and stopped at the kitchen where I found a little banoffee pie with a candle.

It was then that I noticed that the living room was filled with balloons that had pictures of me with all my favorite people, including her and Pippa, and in the middle of the room I found a book addressed to me. I kneeled down and started tearing up when I realized there were letters from people in my life, friends from high school, people from my One Direction times, my filming crew and some cast mates, a drawing from Otis and Daisy, and at the end my closest friends which included letters from all four boys.

As I was looking, I furrowed my brows when I noticed that Y/N had not written me anything, but just before I could ask her why, I saw that the last page had gotten stuck and when I turned I let out a sob when I found three of my favorite pictures of all time, I had taken it when we were at the hospital when Pippa was born, one of my girls snuggling in the very early hours of the morning, the last one was of the first belly pictures she had ever sent me, which had also been my lock and home screen until Pippa was born.

And the third one, a picture of us cuddling on the couch, with our hands resting on her belly. I remember I took it just a few days before Pippa had made her arrival, and back then I swore I could never ever love the woman laying with me more than I did, turns out I was wrong. I smiled when I found her handwriting, I knew she wasn’t a big writer, but her message conveyed everything I knew she wanted to say: Thank you for finding your way back to me <3

When I turned and stood up I started tearing up again when I saw her standing there with the cake and candle turned on, she started singing ‘Happy Birthday’ to me once more and once she was done, I laughed and leaned down to blow the candle, I pulled her in for a kiss before I felt her smear some of the whipped cream on my cheek.

I nuzzled myself into her neck making sure that my cheek full of whipped cream was rubbing her, and God I swear her laugh could make even the angriest man laugh. “Stop! H, please stop!” I kissed her neck and pulled back a little before smiling at her and reaching to peck her lips. She opened her mouth, then closed it again, before gaining her momentum again and saying, “Shall we eat this pie?”

I nodded in agreement, and although I did want to eat the pie I knew that was not what she wanted to tell me, but I would respect her and wait until she was ready to say what she wanted to say. I sat down on the chair and pulled her into my lap, “Thank you baby, I loved the book”. She smiled while eating her pie and feeding me some. She swallowed and then answered, “You deserve it H”.

She suddenly stood up and went into the little fridge and pulled out a bottle of non-alcoholic wine before coming back to me. I asked “We’re doing it out of the bottle?” She nodded and smiled, she then offered me the bottle before giving me an apprehensive look, “I’m sorry it’s not alcoholic, I know- “

I shushed her by placing a finger on her mouth to silence her, “Baby don’t apologize, I know how much breastfeeding means to you, and I wouldn’t ask you to pump and dump just because of my birthday.” She nodded, a small appreciative smile on her face before encouraging me to take a sip, which I did. We passed it back and forth, and as we drank our wine and ate our pie I could feel something in the atmosphere shift.

While I was dishing the last of her pie, she cleared her throat and I turned to give her a smile. When I ran a hand along her thigh, she had that look again, and I couldn’t pinpoint exactly what it meant, but this time her look did not falter. “Do you remember when we went and saw Betty?” I nodded, “Yeah, about a week ago, why?” She was playing with her fingers before she answered me, “Do you remember what she said about…us?” Ahh, so this is where she was going huh? Maybe I’ll tease her a bit.

I nodded, “I do baby, she said you were doing so well with your recovery and that she was happy to see you.” She nodded, “Yeah, and what else did she say?” I pretended to ponder for a moment before turning to look at her, a serious expression in my face, “That was all wasn’t it?”, I could see her start to blush while she whined and hid herself in my neck.

I laughed and kissed her cheek before whispering to her, “I know what else she said, I just wanted to make you sweat baby.” She pulled back while imitating me and then wrapped her arms around my neck before kissing my nose and speaking up, “You think you’re so funny huh?” She kissed my nose again before sitting straighter and clearing her throat, I could tell she was nervous, and for some reason I started to feel nervous too.

“In all seriousness, and addressing the elephant in the room”, I nodded and squeezed her hip letting her know I was listening to her, “Six weeks are up”, I nodded, “And... well we have gotten in between second and third base so far yeah?” I chuckled and nodded. She sighed before continuing, “What if… what if I told you I was ready for a home run?” My heart started beating so fast and I took a deep breath before speaking up.

“Baby…” She placed her finger on my lips, “I know where you are heading so let me reassure you; no, it is not just because it is your birthday, I genuinely want you to make love to me, I trust you enough to know you will take care of me.”

I squeezed her hips. “Baby this is like your first time all over again.” She nodded, “And I want it to be with you.” I was still apprehensive, I knew how important this was for her and truly, I did not feel like I deserved to be the one it happened with. She kissed my temple before whispering into my ear, “I know what you are thinking, you do deserve it baby, I would always choose you, my best friend, baby daddy, love of my life.”

She pulled back and gave me a smile, there was something in her look that made me feel like butterflies were roaming my belly, something that screamed I love you, I trust you. After a few moments I nodded, “Are you completely sure?” She laughed, “Man, if I knew how hard it would be for me to undress you I wouldn’t have asked.” We both laughed before I grabbed her face and squeezed her cheeks to get her attention.

“I’m sorry, I just really want for you to be sure, I feel honored you want this with me baby, and yes, I promise I will take care of you.” She nodded before reaching to kiss me and after a few seconds she pulled back before whispering to my lips, “Take me upstairs?”, I hoisted her up by her thighs and as we continued to kiss, we started making our way upstairs, but not before making sure the door was locked.

I put her on her feet when we got upstairs, I was in awe, the room was full of candles, the air had a smell of citrus which reminded me of our trip to Sorrento when it suddenly dawned on me and I pulled back, “Wait… is this the scent the hotel in Sorrento we stayed in used?” She gave me a cheeky smile and nodded her head, “You know what happened in Sorrento, I thought we could relive old happy memories.”

I smiled while shaking my head, “You are something else baby, God, I love you” I walked to where she was standing and kissed her, then I pulled her into a hug and while she nuzzled into my neck. I told her again “Thank you for trusting me with this baby, I promise it will be special.” She pulled back and gave me a small smile, her eyes were full of fear and her hands were trembling, if she could hear and feel how fast my heart was going, she would be so surprised.

February 1, 2022

Holmes Chapel, England. 10:05 PM.

My hands were shaking, and my heart was beating about a thousand beats per minute. He reached to grab my hands and brought them to his lips, “Baby, you’re shaking so much, we really don’t have to do anything if you don’t feel comfortable or ready.”, I smiled and shook my head, “I want to, it’s just my nerves talking.”

He gave me an apprehensive nod and a smile, “We can stop whenever you feel like it, okay? I’ll go slow.” I smirked, “I should be the one undressing you, it’s your birthday after all.” He laughed, grabbed my face and kissed it, “Well, the birthday boy wants to be the one who undresses you.” I smiled and nodded.

I let out a shuddering breath., hHe pressed his forehead to mine and nudged his nose with mine before whispering, “Hey, it’s just me my love.”, I nodded and reached for his lips, and while we kissed, he pulled my sweater off my torso and I thenI reached to remove his coat, not caring where it fell.

While he ran his hands down my body, I started unbuttoning his shirt. Once I finished, I pulled it off his shoulders while and he removed the tank top I had been wearing today. I got so nervous I pulled my hands over my body, but he kissed my forehead and removed my arms, and told me “You’re gorgeous and I’m obsessed with your body baby, don’t hide it.” He patted my thighs which I took as a sign to jump into his arms while he walked us back to the bed.

He laid us down and started placing feather soft kisses on my neck while I played with his little curls. The familiar feeling of trust was finally starting to settle in, I felt him reach to pull down my leggings. I pulled one of my hands from his hair to try and unbuckle his pants, and before we knew it all of our clothing had been discarded.

Both of us sat up and were panting, looking into each other with eyes full of lust and love, and an appreciation for being able to find us again. Harry placed his hand on my cheek, and I did on his chest, which God I had forgotten was my weakness. His eyes were so ever reassuring, wanting to have my permission before doing anything else. I nodded and reached to pull him into a kiss, and when he squeezed my side I opened my mouth and moaned when I felt his tongue slip in.

His hands started caressing all the dips and valleys of my body, while his lips never left my face and neck. A squeeze to my thighs had me turning to look him in the eyes, lust written all over them and a question of whether he should continue or not, when I nodded, he started kissing his way down my body to where I craved him the most.

With rolling eyes and a panting chest I welcomed the haze and euphoria he had managed to vest upon me. Soft sultry whispers of his name fell off my lips, a squeeze to the hand he had pressed in my direction wanting to remind him how good it felt and how much I trusted him. I really did not know how much time had passed, the burning was growing bigger and bigger by the second until it had me arching my back and screaming his name as I let myself go.

And as the haze disappeared along with the newfound lightness, I felt him kiss my belly before I looked down and gave him a lazy smile. Oh how I had missed this feeling, the feeling only he knew how to give me. I leaned on my elbows and gave him a smile, still panting and trying to hold on to this feeling before he spoke up, “Still got it huh?” I laughed and nodded, “I swear it was even better than before.”

I pulled him up by his hand and we laid down next to each other, words would never be enough to describe the love I felt for this man. He nudged his nose with mine as a way of making sure I was still okay. I nodded and kissed his lips before pulling back and resting his forehead with mine. hHe caressed my hair while I played with the little curls that fell at the back of his head, hoping that I was able to convey everything I was feeling right in that moment.

I love you, I missed this, I missed us

He started placing pecks all over my face, and that was enough for me to understand what he was trying to say

I love you too, I missed us, I missed you more than life itself, I’ll always take care of you

If there was something I loved, it was seeing Harry blissful and happy, just like we are now. I started kissing his neck and shoulders before kissing his chest. I swung a leg over his torso and settled there, his hands reached to squeeze my thighs, a lazy, sexy smile adorning his face. I kissed his temple, then turned to his lips, chin and below his ear.

As his breath quickened, I continued to place some kisses on his chest, pecks, over the butterfly that adorned his belly while also slithering down to settle in between his legs; once I saw the ferns, I took my time loving them before moving to the tiger which I had honestly missed so much. His moans were increasing in volume and his hands were searching for something to hold on to before finally settling on the comforter.

And as his abdomen contracted, I could see his face start turning red, sweat dripping down his temples and more soft moans falling from his mouth, moans that increased in volume and were accompanied by my name and his favorite nicknames, until suddenly it all stopped and his sigh of relief was the only thing I could hear. A triumphant smile decorated my face while I straddled him again and kissed his nose before asking him, “Hey, you still with me?” A lazy smile all over his face before nodding and answering in a hoarse voice, “You are trying to kill me”

The stamina was still going strong, and the desire had only grown, and as I caressed his curls, I felt his hand roam all over my torso, heart rate slowly rising and sweat starting to fall in the dip of my back. As he laid kisses on the crevice between my neck and chest he blew a raspberry. I laughed, and a second later his laugh met mine.

He settled his hand on my hip giving it a squeeze hoping to get my attention, I turned to see his face adorned with a smile, silently asking for my permission to allow his hand continue south down my body. I placed a kiss on his chin before nodding, his fingers swiftly moving along, silent moans exiting my lips.

I closed my eyes and colors exploded behind my eyelids, the mix of his fingers moving, the spark that we both shared combined with the anticipation had me squeezing his bicep and leaving fingernail imprints on his skin. My loud moans and terms of endearment filled the vast room until all of a sudden, I could only see white.

We laid there in silence for a few before I cleared my throat and whispered, “Harry?” He hummed, “Yes, my love?” He turned to look at me, I nudged his nose with mine before whispering to his lips, “Make love to me” He gave me the sweetest smile and nodded, “You don’t even have to ask”, and before I could react he had pulled me to a straddle in his lap and was now lovingly kissing my chest and collarbone, a tingling overtaking my feelings before he stopped and turned to look me in the eye.

“We’ll stop whenever you feel like it okay?” I nodded and he started kissing my neck, ear and cheeks, before stopping on my lips and whispering, “I love you” All of a sudden, the connection, feeling and warmth that I had missed and was also terrified of experiencing again was there, but God I had been so wrong, this felt so right for both of us. Both of our pants and moans intertwined with the warm light decorating the room.

As we tried to find a rhythm there was laughter, there was a clumsiness that came from the nerves we both had and the desire to please each other to the best of our capabilities; and all of a sudden there was bliss, stolen kisses and whispers, there was thrill and excitement, there was surprise with the laughter, there were memories and above all there was love, there was a recognition of the love we shared and the reminder that this love had given us her, the one who held our heart.

As my heartbeat raised and the burning and eagerness grew, and as we both started panting even harder, there was a need, a climb to reach the highest point possible. Harry turned to me and desperately whispered, “Whenever you’re ready my love.” I nodded and started kissing his neck, and just like the last time, there was a release, a relief full of happiness and bliss. I am not sure how long we laid there cuddling, my head over his heart listening to the beating slow down, his hand running down my arm.

A recognition shared between us through love in our eyes and relaxed smiles. This was so worth the wait, I would wait for you forever.

After we were both calm, he turned to look at me and whispered, “Forever and always?” I smiled and pulled him for a kiss before pulling back a little and whispering to his lips, “Always and forever.”

February 2, 2022

Harry. Holmes Chapel, England. 7:35 AM.

A tickle in my nose pulled me from my slumber. I opened my eyes to find my love sleeping with her head resting where my heart was and her hand tangled with mine, and for a few moments the only thing I could do was stare at her.

She was beautiful, she was light, she was magic, she was more than I ever could hope for in a partner, and everything I would ever need and more. As we laid there, I took the opportunity to study her, she was the same girl I fell in love with four years ago, but now she had some eye bags that came along with the territory of being a new mum.

Her freckle I loved to kiss was still there, she had some wrinkles but against popular thought she got them from laughing rather than aging, her hair was changing like crazy from postpartum loss and new growth. I wanted to let her rest so I quietly got out of bed and made my way downstairs, where I started brewing some coffee and sat down to sip it while watching the morning roll in the field behind the cottage.

It was crazy to think how different this birthday had been from last year. Yes, I did celebrate with friends and Olivia, but my family missing it was a huge downer; and truthfully, I was still grieving my breakup with Y/N. It was around that time Patricia and I started working on how those feelings affected me.

If you would have told 27-year-old me that this birthday he would have spent it cuddling the love of his life and their teeny tiny baby girl he would’ve laughed, because how on Earth would the woman who broke his heart in an effort to mend her already broken heart forgive him? And especially agree to raise a baby with him? Nah that was surreal to even think about, but then again, here we are.

I was pulled from my thought when I felt a pair of arms hug me from behind. I smiled and placed my cup on the table before pulling her arms so she could sit with me. Ipecked her lips multiple times before muttering against them, “Good morning my love.” She smiled before replying, “Good morning, slept well?”

I nodded and continued to peck her lips, while getting ourselves comfortable so that we could cuddle for a bit. She had brought a blanket with her for us to be warm.After a few seconds of silence she started laughing. I turned and gave her a questioning look, but she started getting bashful before replying, “I just remembered I had another surprise for you for yesterday, but I was so nervous I forgot.”

I laughed and kissed her neck before muttering, “Maybe you can show it to me now??” She laughed and shook her head, “Nah, I think I’ll let the anticipation grow”, I rolled my eyes but nodded. We settled again for a little but there was something in her eyes, a thought that was troubling her.

“Baby? You okay?” She nodded her head and sighed, “Can I ask you something?”, I nodded, “What does home mean for you?”, I pondered a little before answering, “You and Pippa, the thought of coming home to you too every single day”. She nodded and then asked, “Is there any place that makes you think of home?”, I answered “You two, I truthfully could be in London, New York, LA or China for all I know, but if you two are with me everything will be okay, why?”

She sighed and turned to look at me, “It’s just that I’ve been thinking about it a lot, about what home means to me and where do I see my home, and much like you, home is Pippa and it’s you, it’s knowing that at the end of the day you two are with me, but a home also means community, means having a support system.”

She gave me sad smile before continuing, “We don’t have that in New York H, yes my family lives there but they all have their life, and the times you need to be away for work will start the need for the support system will be greater.” I squeezed her hip, “What are you saying baby?” She shrugged her shoulders, “I don’t know, maybe… maybe we could think about moving… back here?”

I sat up a little, “To Holmes Chapel?” She shook her head, “Maybe London? I know you have work to do in the city and Gemma lives there and we have friends, and your mom is also close”. I cleared my throat, “What about LA?” She shook her head, “I don’t wanna raise Pippa there, where paparazzis lurk in every corner.” She had a point, London was the place I was papped the least, if anything it was fans who would ask for pictures and it would be easier to ask them for privacy.

“I though you loved New York baby?” She gave me a melancholy smile, “I do, I love it with all my heart, but my heart has another person whose safety and wellbeing comes first, she deserves stability, having family close by, being able to go to a park without the fear of getting papped”, I nodded.

Before I could answer she spoke up, “It’s just something to think about, yes? We don’t have to make a permanent decision over it”. I nodded, “Yeah, we have all the time in the world.” She gave me a passionate kiss before pulling back a little and muttering, “We do.”

February 13, 2022

London, England. 22:30 AM.

Pippa was turning two months old today and I was in denial. How can my baby be so big already? Time needed to slow down a little please. To celebrate, Harry and I had decided to go out for Sunday brunch at The Mandrake, and afterwards we would go to the British Museum.

Brunch was amazing and now we were making our way to the museum when we stopped at Whittard so I could buy some tea. Harry following behind me with Pip asleep in the carrier, smelling all the teas. After making our way to the cashier, he paid for my tea, his excuse? A gift for being a mom for two whole months.

I laughed and kissed his cheek, “Thank you baby.” He kissed my forehead, “You’re welcome my heart.” We left the cashier and started making our way to the exit. As soon as we did, I crashed into someone and almost went tumbling when a hand stopped me.

When I got my footing back and let Harry know I was okay, I turned to see the person with whom I had crashed. Oh boy was I in for a surprise, “I’m so sorry I was not looking where I was- Mathew?” He stood up straighter, still as tall and handsome as I had remembered, but having aged a little and looking pretty surprised, just as I was before he muttered, “Birdie?”

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fritextramole · 2 months

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standing alone at the top of the stairs

part 2 of a Jenny Humphrey playlist - best heard in order

tracklist and quotes under the cut

The Anthem ~ Good Charlotte

At my high school It felt more to me Like a jail cell A penitentiary My time spent there, it only made me see That I don't ever wanna be like you I don't wanna do the things you do

Fences ~ Paramore

Don't look up, just let them think There's no place else you'd rather be You're always on display For everyone to watch and learn from Don't you know by now? You can't turn back

Are You Satisfied? ~ MARINA

High achiever, don't you see? Baby, nothing comes for free They say I'm a control freak Driven by a greed to succeed Nobody can stop me

Sometimes ~ Nick Lutsko

I cut my tongue on the rust of a silver spoon I bet my billionth bottom dollar on a hopeless case And now the devil on my shoulder has a knife to my face

Teenagers ~ My Chemical Romance

The boys and girls in the clique, the awful names that they stick You're never gonna fit in much, kid But if you're troubled and hurt, what you got under your shirt Will make them pay for the things that they did

WTF Do I Know ~ Miley Cyrus

Think that I'm the problem? Honey, I'm the solution

Cherry Bomb ~ The Runaways

Can't stay at home, can't stay at school Old folks say, "You poor little fool" Down the streets I'm the girl next door I'm the fox you've been waiting for

Since You’re Gone ~ The Pretty Reckless

Since you been gone My life has moved along Quite nicely actually I've got a lot more friends And I don't have to pretend

killing boys ~ Halsey

And I'm not breakin', I won't take it And I won't ever feel this way again 'Cause you don't need me anymore, woah

Rebel Girl ~ Bikini Kill

I think I wanna take you home I wanna try on your clothes When she talks, I hear the revolution

Can’t Be Tamed ~ Miley Cyrus

I wanna fly I wanna drive I wanna go I wanna be a part of something I don't know And if you try to hold me back I might explode

Stop Me ~ Natalia Kills

Tonight we're gonna dance to the devil's drum And I need someone, need someone To stop me, stop me Stop me, stop me Stop me, stop me You can't stop me, stop me

She’s Leaving Home ~ The Beatles

She (We never thought of ourselves) Is leaving (Never a thought for ourselves) Home (We struggled hard all our lives to get by) She's leaving home after living alone (Bye-bye) For so many years

Nobody’s Child ~ Traveling Wilburys

I'm nobody's child Just like a flower I'm growing wild No momma's arms to hold me No daddy's smiles Nobody wants me I'm nobody's child

Fell In Love With a Girl ~ The White Stripes

Can't keep away from the girl These two sides of my brain need to have a meeting Can't think of anything to do, yeah My left brain knows that all my love is fleeting She's just looking for something new, yeah Said it once before but it bears repeating now

Horns ~ Bryce Fox

She can crush every hope Got her heels stompin' down my throat She got horns like a devil Pointed at me and there's nowhere to run From the fire she breathes

Yeah Right ~ Evanescence

My one mistake was giving more and more and more More and more and more

brutal ~ Olivia Rodrigo

They say these are the golden years But I wish I could disappear Ego crush is so severe God, it's brutal out here

I Got Stripes ~ Johnny Cash

I got chains - chains around my feet I got stripes - stripes around my shoulders And them chains - them chains they're about to drag me down

Like a Rolling Stone ~ Bob Dylan

Once upon a time you dressed so fine Threw the bums a dime in your prime, didn't you? People call say 'beware doll, you're bound to fall' You thought they were all kidding you You used to laugh about

Trust ~ Lucy Dacus

I've learned a lot since I began But I think I was wiser then I've done too much and not enough

Lua ~ Bright Eyes

When everything is lonely I can be my own best friend I get a coffee and the paper have my own conversations With the sidewalk and the pigeons and my window reflection The mask I polish in the evening by the morning looks like shit

Pressure to Party ~ Julia Jacklin

I know I've locked myself in my room But I’ll open up the door and try to love again soon

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hockeyboysimagines · 2 years

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Bitter

Chapter 7

Warnings:TW- medical conditions, mentions of death. Language, implications of sex but no actual sex this chapter(Minors DNI).

This one’s kind of sad, be warned. But I hope you enjoy it. Three more chapters till the end! Then I’ll be making it back to Pierre, Tyler, and something new😏😏😏

“What’s wrong?” Mat asked Leighton with a frown.

She was standing, completely still in the doorway of their bedroom, an expression on her face he’d never seen before. And then a single tear slid down her cheek.

“Leighton-“

“I don’t think…” she said voice quavering slightly “I don’t think I can keep calling you my fiancé.”

His heart sank. She had finally had enough and she was leaving him. He’d seen it coming for months, and he couldn’t say he was surprised but his heart started to sink.

“Because.” she continued a fresh set of tears rolling down her cheeks, a smile spreading across her face “I’m going to need to start calling you my baby daddy.” She let out a choked laugh and held up a pregnancy test.

Several emotions ranging from sadness, to confusion to elation spread across his face in a fraction of a second and he stood suddenly.

“Are you pregnant?” He asked softly, eyes wide.

“Im having your baby Mat Barzal!” She squealed as he took two giant steps forward and hoisted her up, her legs wrapping around his waist.

“Are you serious?!”

She held the test up to his eye level as another set of tears rolled down her cheeks “Are you happy?”

“Are you kidding me? I’m so happy. I love you.” He leaned forward to kiss her and then pulled away setting her down.

“I’m gonna be a dad!” He yelled hands on her shoulders. She laughed and looked down at the test, practically glowing as her eyes moved over the two pink lines.

“It’s so early, way too early to tell anyone, I haven’t even seen a doctor yet and -“

“Make an appointment. No matter what I’ll be there.”

He pulled her in for another hug, a warm fuzzy feeling settling inside him as she rested her head on his chest, eyes closed.

This is what dreams were made of.

Her dreams.

************

Beau rolled off Ginny and let out a long breath, wiping sweat from his forehead.

“Jesus Christ.” He huffed out, turning to look at her. She was sweaty and red faced next to him but the early morning light that was coming through the window was hitting her just right, and he was almost positive he could go again at this exact moment.

She rolled over the face him, a lock of her long red hair falling forward over her shoulder.

“Well good morning.” He said with a chuckle, brushing the hair over her shoulder and leaning forward to kiss her.

“I don’t wanna go to work.” She said when they broke apart.

“I wish you didn’t have to go. That would leave so much time for other things…” he trailed off, hands roaming under the sheet and in between her legs. She gasped and held in the breath.

He grinned and then pulled them out.

“Later I’ll make good on that. But your going to be late right now.”

“Ughhhh. Maybe I could call out sick.”

“You never call out sick, that would be too suspicious.”

“I hate it when your right.”

He chuckled and rolled so he was on top of her, lips pressing sweetly against hers “Come over tonight, we can do dinner or something.”

She smiled “Okay. I’ll see you tonight then.”

He watched as she got dressed and slipped her shoes on before giving him a kiss and leaving. He stood at the window, watched her get into her car and drive away before he threw himself back on his bed.

He was falling hard and fast and when he hit the bottom it was going to hurt. He knew this couldn’t go on forever. He couldn’t sneak around with her for the rest of his life and it would have to either come to light eventually or end. He knew Ginny would never tell anyone and he wouldn’t go behind her back and do it so that really only left one logical option.

Eventually this would all have to stop.

He never wanted it to stop. He was having a better time with her than he’d had with anyone and it wasn’t just the sex. She was funny, smart and the kind of girl he’d only ever dreamed of. She challenged him, and she made him laugh and feel good. He got excited when she came over and loved waking up next to her. He had set himself up to fail from the start and now that he realized what was coming he felt terrible.

He sighed and rolled over, breathing in the perfume that lingered on his sheets.

This was going to hurt worse than anything he’d ever been through before.

For both of them.

***********

“Today at 3?” Leighton said confirming the appointment with the nurse “Yes sounds great I’ll be there.” She hung up the phone and pulled up her messages to text Mat when she heard a voice at her door.

“What’s today at 3?”

Ginny was standing in the doorway looking at her curiously, and Leighton panicked. She wanted to tell her so bad but she wanted it to be special.

“Oh uh I have a dentist appointment that I thought was tomorrow and I had the wrong date apparently so I was calling to check.” Leighton was almost surprised at how easily the lie came out of her mouth. She’d never lied to Ginny about anything, but this was different. She wanted to tell her so bad, but she just couldn’t yet.

“Oh. Okay.”

“I texted you this morning asking if you wanted coffee and a ride.” She said, changing the subject. Ginny had gotten her message but she’d forgotten to answer when Beau started kissing her and then she figured it was too late anyways by the time he stopped.

“Oh yeah I forgot to answer my alarm never went off and I was almost late. I figured you were already here by then. Sorry.”

“Oh. Are you okay?” Leighton was looking at her with an unreadable expression. She was definitely acting strange, but Ginny was also acting strange, and there was an uneasy feeling in the air between them. A feeling that had never been there before.

“I’m fine. Are you okay?”

“Yeah I’m fine. Why wouldn’t I be?”

“No reason. Just checking….” Ginny trailed off and then cleared her throat “Okay well. I’m gonna get to work. I’ll come visit later on.”

“Okay.” Leighton smiled “See you.”

“See you.” Ginny held her smile until she was several feet away and let it fall and a long breath out.

“God I totally suck.” She mumbled to herself as she entered her office, dropping her bag with a noise of disgust as she pulled her jacket off.

Lying to Leighton got worse for her every damn day. The already giant elephant was growing bigger by the day and it was crushing her at this point, as the guilt clouded her every minute she was around her.

She sat at her desk and leaned her head in her hands.

She was the worst best friend ever.

But she had only a few moments to wallow, when there was a knock at her office door. She looked up in horror as Ethan stepped in to her office. She hadn’t seen him since she’d ditched him for Beau and she’d been successfully avoiding him for weeks.

“Oh, hey.” She said with a small smile.

“Hey. How are you?” He looked like a puppy standing there, cheery eyed and smiling. It made Ginny sick.

“I’m okay. You?”

“Good good. Been a while?” He phrased it like a question and Ginny nodded.

“Yeah it has been…”

“So listen.” He stuffed his hands in his pockets and drug the toe of his shoe across the floor “I’ve been meaning to ask if you ever got that family emergency taken care of?”

Ginny frowned “What family-oh right.”

Shit.

She’d lied to so many people in the past few months she was beginning to forget who she’d lied to. She’d gotten too comfortable with leading a double life that she’d stopped being paranoid.

“Yeah everything is fine now.” She smiled and pursed her lips, hoping he’d accept it and leave but he didn’t.

“Great. That’s great. So how about we try again? I really wanna take you out since our date got interrupted last time.”

“Oh. Uhm-listen Ethan.” Ginny sighed and glanced at her hands “I have a lot going on these days, with the wedding and all and I just don’t really have time to date right now.”

“It’s okay. I get it. Maybe after the wedding? I’m willing to wait a little.” He smiled again and It stabbed Ginny right through the heart. He was smiling at her like she’d personally hung the moon and stars in the night sky and she wanted absolutely nothing to do with the poor guy. It wasn’t personal, and he really was a nice guy. The kind of guy she should like. But she didn’t, and even if Beau wasn’t around she knew he would never be enough.

“Uh-yeah maybe.”

“Okay great!” He said with a smile “ I’ll talk with you then. Good-luck with everything.”

“Yeah thanks.” She said not even pretending to be sincere as she watched him leave and slunk down in her chair.

She hated her life sometimes.

***********

Kaitlin felt more at peace than she had in a while, knowing her plan would take effect in just a few hours.

It was downright evil, and she felt absolutely no guilt about it. Sure she was angry at Mat but she knew how much Beau had pushed the idea of him and Leighton and she was even angrier at him.

She barely knew Ginny but as far as she was concerned she was just another person who had a hand in ruining her life.

Even if this didn’t stop the wedding, it would drive a wedge in a tight friendship, and that would leave everyone vulnerable.

She smiled again as she clicked away on her keyboard at work, humming a tune to herself.

**********

“There’s your babies heartbeat.” The tech said pointing at the screen. A loud beating sound came from the monitor “Very healthy.”

Leighton beamed at Mat who was staring at the screen open mouthed.

“My guess.” The tech said “Is that your about 10 weeks, so almost out of the first trimester. But we’ll have the doctor double check.”

Mat watched as the tech moved the wand over Leighton’s stomach and then frowned a little. Leighton was too busy watching the monitor to notice, but he did. A sinking feeling came over him as the ultrasound tech finished up and handed Leighton a towel, giving her a small smile before leaving the room.

“Are you happy?” She asked squeezing his hand and smiling. He nodded and smiled back as they left the room and headed for the exam room to wait for the doctor.

Leighton grabbed a bunch of pamphlets on pregnancy to read, just as the doctor entered the room.

“Hello new parents, and congratulations.” She said as she sat down and opened Leighton’s chart eyes moving over the words.

“So you are about ten weeks.” She peered at her over he glasses and then closed the file before she cleared her throat “And things look good, but there is something troubling that showed on your ultrasound.”

Mat braced himself for the worst and watched as Leighton’s smile faded.

“You have a condition…” the doctor began. Mat paid rapt attention but Leighton’s eyes had glasses over and she stared at the wall.

“So what does this mean exactly? Are she And baby okay?” He asked

“Yes. Leighton and the baby are fine, perfectly healthy. It won’t affect anything until delivery. Now as long as everything goes perfectly she’ll be fine.”

Mat swallowed thickly before he spoke “And what if everything doesn’t go perfectly? What are the risks?”

The doctor pursed her lips “She runs the risk of hemorrhage, which can cause complications and death if we can’t get it under control. I know this is scary, but if you decide to terminate I can give you resources. As long as you take care of yourself and we do everything right going forward there’s a good chance it takes care of itself and everything will be fine. Apart from that your healthy, and so is the baby.” The doctor patted her hand and smiled, before leaving the room and directing them to the checkout area.

Leighton was silent as they checked out and headed home. She had her arms folded tightly over her midsection, and she was breathing heavily, holding back tears as they got into the elevator and made their way up to their floor.

“I’m gonna cancel dinner tonight.” He said as the made their way inside. She headed towards the kitchen and opened the fridge, hand shaking as she opened a bottle of water, taking a sip with her eyes closed. She felt nauseous and sad, as tears pricked her eyes and she blinked them away.

“Why?” She spoke for the first time as she turned to him.

“Because I don’t think your up to it. I know the doctor scared you-“

“I’m terrified…but I still want this baby.”

“Leighton I-“

“I want to keep it.” She said firmly, eyes narrowing. She was staring at him intensely, arms folded again.

“Leighton listen to me. We can try again. Your putting your life at risk.” He said gently, taking a step forward, but she backed away from him.

“No you listen to me. I’m keeping it. It’s my body, and I want to go through with this.”

Mat sighed and let his head fall forward “And what if you die? What then? We did all this for nothing?” He gestured around “We went through all of this for nothing? You would do that to me?”

“And what if I’m completely fine? Then we did all this for something!”

“That’s not a good enough reason to risk this! And if your not fine I could lose you. The baby too! That’s not fair to anyone.”

“This whole thing isn’t fair!” She yelled tears spilling over her eyelids.

“Calm down the doctor said-“

“I don’t care! Nothing about this is fair! This baby, my wedding, nothing!”

“The wedding is fine, I will not let anything happen to our wedding.”

“It already has Mat. It already has! She’s ruined it already.” Leighton cried “I’m keeping this baby, and I need you now. Please.” She gripped the front of his shirt “Please.”

He gripped her wrists and gently pulled her closer to try and talk her down, but she pushed him away, tears running down her cheeks as she headed to the bedroom. Mat felt tears burn his own eyes and he leaned forward on the island. He had waited four years for the love of his life to come back to him and now he could lose her forever.

It was terrifying.

He looked at the photo of them hanging on the wall across the kitchen. He closed his eyes, breathing out through his nose. It was an incredibly difficult position to be in. He wanted to be a dad, he really did, but not bad enough that he would risk the life of the only girl he’d ever really loved. But he knew that she wasn’t giving up this baby, and that even though he was scared, it had to be 1,000 times worse for her. So he would do what any man would for the woman he loved.

He walked quietly to the bedroom and opened the door. She was sitting with the pamphlets spread across the bed, eyes red from crying as she looked up at him. He sat down next to her and grasped her hand in his own.

“I love you more than anything Leighton, and I would do anything for you. if you want this baby, then I do too.”

She smiled slowly,breathing out a sigh of relief and then sniffled “Can we do this?”

“We can do anything.”

**********

Knock knock

Beau glanced up and untangled himself from Ginny as he grabbed the cash.

After two rounds of sex, they’d ordered takeout to refuel for another bout of it. He felt exhausted, the girl really was a wildcat, but he also felt something else as he looked at her, half naked in his bed.

He had it bad.

He sighed as he walked to the door, absently shuffling through money.

He had expected a food delivery but was horrified to find Mat and Leighton standing on the other side. They both frowned at him while he frowned back, and a cold shiver of dread went down his spine. He had no idea what they were doing here at his door while he was wearing only a pair of boxers post sex with Leighton best friend, who was still inside.

“What are you guys doing here?” He asked still looking confused. He made a step forward hoping the make them move so he could shut the door behind him.

“What do you mean? Dinner remember?”

When he looked at them blankly Mat pulled out his phone and held up the message.

“That’s not from me-“

“Is that the food?” He heard from inside his apartment. He closed his eyes as Leighton frowned at the voice, eyebrows coming together. Ginny turned the corner wearing only a T-shirt that just barely covered the bottom of her underwear. She froze and she and Leighton stared at eachother for a few moments. He braced himself and waited for an explosion.

“What the hell is this?” Leighton asked looking between them. She didn’t look surprised anymore but rather angry. Mat however didn’t look as shocked as he thought he would be.

“Leighton I-“ Ginny began to speak but then stopped.

“Can we bring this inside?” Beau asked ushering them through the front door “Let us get dressed and we’ll talk okay?”

He pushed Ginny towards his bedroom. Her heart was pounding so loud he could hear it and as soon as the door closed she turned to him. She looked panic stricken.

“What are they doing here?” She whispered looking for her jeans. Her hands were shaking as he pulled a shirt over his head and grabbed gym shorts.

“I have no idea. Mat said I texted him but I didn’t.”

Ginny drew in a deep breath and stared at the door like she would be walking into a war on the other side.

“Hey.” He grasped her hand and squeezed “We’re in this together.” She pulled her hand from his and slipped on her pants and followed him out to the kitchen to find Mat and Leighton both looking at them disappointed, and angry.

“Well the cats out of the bag I guess.” Beau said hands on his hips. He had hoped it would lighten the mood, but the look on Leighton’s face clearly told him it didn’t.

“This isn’t funny.” Leighton said arms crossed. She was staring a hole through Ginny who was looking at her feet “You’ve been lying to us? To me?” She said softly. She looked mad mostly, but she looked hurt too “I thought we didn’t keep secrets from each other?”

Mat was sitting at the island between them eyes moving back and forth, chin resting on his hands.

“We didn’t want to upset you.” Beau said glancing at Ginny. She was still looking at her feet, with an expression somewhere between guilt and ashamed.

“Well I’m upset!” She snapped making them all jump. Mat looked at her concerned and rested an hand on her arm.

“It just happened. It didn’t mean anything when it started okay.”

Ginny felt a tiny pang one her heart as the words left his mouth. She’d always thought deep down maybe it didn’t mean anything but to hear him say it out loud confirmed her fears. She was catching feelings for someone who felt nothing for her, and her worst nightmare had come to fruition. If Mat and Leighton hadn’t been there she probably would have cried but she held it in because they had an audience.

“How long?” Leighton had her arms folded, eyes narrowed as she looked between them.

He couldn’t look at her, or Mat so he looked at his hands“ 2 months.”

Mat turned surprised, and spoke for the first time.” So that night we sent-“

“Yeah. That was the first time.”

“This has been going on for 2 months and neither of you felt the need to say anything about it to us?! Instead you lied and acted like you still hated each other instead ?” Leighton’s cheeks were red and her eyes were wide as she looked between them.

Mat put a hand on her shoulder “Leighton you can’t get like this. Remember what the doctor said.” He said it quietly enough that he figured they wouldn’t hear but Ginny did.

“What doctor?”

“Never mind-“

“Oh no no. Your yelling at me about keeping secrets and your not going to tell me? Hypocritical no?”

“Ginny-“ Mat said but Leighton cut him off.

“I’m pregnant.”

The air in the room froze and Ginny’s face went blank “What?”

“I found out yesterday and today I-“ but she stopped and cleared her throat “And I’m 10 weeks.”

“Your really pregnant?” Ginny asked again, tears coming to her eyes. She wanted nothing more than to run and hug her but she stayed in her spot. It broke her heart to see the look on Leighton’s face when Ginny didn’t come to her, but she couldn’t move. It was too much at one time and it was tearing her in too many directions.

“I’m more concerned with this text message.” Mat said, swiftly changing the subject and turning to Beau “Why would you tell us to come over if this was going on?”

“What text message?” Beau said holding up his hands “I never sent you any messages-“ but stopped when Mat held up the phone so he could read it.

“I didn’t send you that message.” Beau said frowning “That’s not even my number, you know that.”

“But that doesn’t make sense…. If you didn’t send me this message then who-“ but he stopped mid word and closed his eyes “Kaitlin.”

Ginny had said something was off about her when they’d confronted her at the bar, and now he knew what it was. She must have found out about them somehow and set the whole thing up. It was the only thing that made sense.

“You were right.” He said softly to Ginny.

“I told you.” She replied “I told you and you said it would be fine.”

“What do you mean?” Leighton asked. Her face felt like fire, but her body felt cold and sweaty.

“Kaitlin was at the bar a few weeks ago. We got rid of her quietly, but I said something was weird about her behavior. She was acting too cool, and now we know why.”

“Sorry man.” Mat said staring at his feet “I don’t know what to say.” He sighed and ruffled his hair “She’s not going to stop.”

Leighton felt a wave of nausea and she went pale.

Kaitlin was single-handedly ruining her life. She messed with her wedding, she’d harassed and stalked her, broken her car windows and now she was driving a wedge in a 16 year friendship.

She swallowed and leaned against the counter. Mat turned and frowned at her before he turned back to Beau and Ginny.

“Leighton.” Ginny said “Are you okay?”

“I’m-Im fine.” A thin sheen of sweat had appeared on her face.

“You need water.” Beau pulled a bottle from the fridge, opening it and holding it out to her.

“I think we should save this for another day.” Mat said “She needs to go home and lay down.”

“Okay. We really are sorry.” Ginny said softly eyes moving back to her feet.

Mat steered Leighton to the door and shook his head “No more lies. Please?” They watched as they left before Beau spoke.

“Well that went okay right?” He asked turning to Ginny now that they were alone. But he stopped speaking when he saw the look on her face.

“Okay? Okay? No it wasn’t fucking okay. It felt just as bad as I imagined it would. Did you see Leighton’s face? I hurt her. I lied to her.” She said voice cracking.

“Ginny-“ he reached for her, but she recoiled like he was a snake that had bitten her.

“Don’t touch me.”

“What’s your problem? This isn’t my fault.”

“No. It’s mine. I never should have gotten involved with this. It was a mistake from the start.”

Though it shouldn’t have, her words stung. Like a tiny knife that had quickly jabbed him, leaving a small amount of blood leaking out. Just enough to harm, but not enough to kill.

“You don’t mean that.” He said quietly. He had been hopeful that even though it was admittedly the worst way for them to find out, that maybe it meant there didn’t have to be any more sneaking around. Maybe they could now take the next step.

“I do. Where else was this going, I mean really? We’re we gonna live happily ever after? Continue fucking forever and never tell? You and I both know this is nothing but a hookup.”

“I don’t feel that way. Do you?”

She was quiet a moment before she swallowed and said “Yes.”

He was stunned a moment before he regained his composure “I-I guess I thought maybe you were different but I see you Ginny. I see you.”

“Oh yeah? And I see you. It was something that just happened? Like I was there for your convenience?”

“That’s not what I meant and you know it.”

“Maybe you didn’t mean it but you said it.” Ginny pushed past him and started collecting her things.

“Look can we talk about this?”

“No.” She said sharply, throwing her makeup and shampoo in her purse “We can’t. Whatever this is, it’s over. It’s been over. Go find another plaything.”

“Hey. I never said that and I don’t feel that way.”

“I don’t care Beau!” She said loudly, cheeks turning red “I’ve been lying to my best friend? Did you see her? She’s never looked at me that way. And now, she’s pregnant and this is how I support her? But stressing her out more?”

“Ginny. It’s not like you did this. Kaitlin did.”

“Because we provoked her Beau. We did this. And I won’t do it anymore.”

“Fine then leave. If that’s the way you want things to be.”

“Fine. Your free now to fuck around with whoever you want.”

He scoffed “I’ve always been free to do that, you weren’t my girlfriend.”

Ginny stopped and her eyes narrowed “No I wasn’t. Just a girl you take home and fuck remember?”

“If that’s the category you want to be in, then congratulations your in it.”

Ginny flinched and then recovered “Great. Thanks for being like every other guy out there and wasting my time. Lose my number and don’t talk to me ever again.”

“Done.”

She glared at him and headed towards the front door. He thought briefly about grabbing her and stopping her, but his pride kept him in place. She glanced at him one last time before she grabbed the handle and left, slamming the door behind her.

************

Leighton was quiet the entire way home. Mat felt so bad about Kaitlin he too didn’t say anything, and wouldn’t have even if he could. This was the kind of thing he had been afraid of, and although it wouldn’t derail the wedding, it definitely put a rift in a 16 year friendship, and none of this was fair to Leighton. Or anyone really.

For the second time today, they entered the apartment without speaking. He watched as Leighton walked slowly forward and pulled off her jacket. Sweat had dampened the back of her shirt and her skin looked flushed.

“Are you alright? I think you should lay down.” He said gently, taking her coat and throwing it over a chair.

“I don’t want to lay down.”

“It’s not about what you want, it’s about what you need and you need to lay down.”

When she didn’t respond he spoke again “Do you want to talk about it?”

She turned to him before she spoke “I can’t believe they lied- I can’t-“ But her words stopped and her face turned pale “I can’t-“

“Leighton are you-“ Mat watched in horror as she swayed on her feet and started to tip to the side, eyes rolling back.

He caught her as she fell, head lolling just before it hit the ground.

“Leighton wake up!” He yelled giving her a shake “LEIGHTON!”

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