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suckerfordr3 · 3 years

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The party was buzzing, people bouncing to the rhythm of an unrecognisable beat. You were laughing by the poolside with your friends who dragged you here, complaining about the crowd occasionally, being around these many people after lockdown was a little anxiety inducing.

The crowd was getting thinner by the pool as the sun began to set, people heading to the terrace to grab food and enjoy the sunset. You were quite content to keep your feet dipped in the pool. You sat alone as your friends one by one disappeared to mingle with others. The music was still blaring and you could feel your heartbeat sink with the beat. You closed your eyes and enjoyed being alone for a moment.

Your peace was interrupted a few minutes later, you looked up annoyed but broke into a smile when you notice it was the cute brown eyed boy you’d been checking out occasionally at the party. He winked at you once when ordered a beer next to him at the pool side bar, you smirked back at him and told him you’d see him around. You couldn’t help but turn around to catch a glimpse, he was smiling a wide smile at you checking you out as you walked back to your friends.

“Busy?” He asked you as he hands you a beer. You accept and mumble thanks. “Join me” you say with a smile. As he sits down next to you and lowers his feet into the pool, you can’t help but notice the tattoos on his thighs, he’s wearing a pair of tan shorts with what you can only decide to call an obnoxiously loud shirt, the first few buttons which are undone showing a tan chiseled chest. “See something you like?” he says noticing your eyes on him, “sorry, you’re seriously attractive, I mean wow, do you exclusively train only your thighs and neck” you say with a drunken giggle. “The thighs are a bonus but the neck yah, I face a lot of strain at my line of work on my neck” he comments and smiles at your amusement glad that he’s bumped into someone lighthearted at this party.

“You are too” He says, “ I am what?” You ask,

“Seriously attractive”

“Well I’m glad you think so, it’s been a while since I’ve been out, and having a hunky Australian hit on me is just what the doctor prescribed” you say flirting whilst placing your hands on his taunt biceps.

“Yah baby? What else did the doctor prescribe? Maybe I can help you out” the man said leaning in.“This” you said getting your face close to his. His eyes were closed in anticipation of a kiss, his hands were reaching out to you. Noting his awkward positioning, angled towards you and his feet dipped in the water to his knees, you took your chance and gave a gentle shove to his shoulders pushing him into the water.

You let out a loud laugh and as the man’s face resurfaced he was smiling the brightest smile “the doctor also said I should laugh a lot more it’s good for the heart.” He was fixing his curly hair getting it out of his eyes and still smiling baring all of his teeth, you noticed he smiled with his whole face, smile lines that ran from his his eyes to his cheeks and fuck he had dimples. He really was seriously attractive.

The man hoisted himself up still smiling at this girl who’s name he still hadn’t asked. You are beaming at him and he feels himself very drawn to her smile. He moves towards you with a glint in his eyes, hoisting you up as you scream “don’t you dare” and he jumps into the water with you on his shoulders.

You can hear cheers from the terrace that over looks the pool when the two of you find your footing standup in the pool. You look up to see your friends hooting at you. When you turn to the man he strides towards you and pulls you onto him. You go willingly and place your hand over his shoulder interlocking your fingers behind his neck your legs across his hips. He’s practically carrying you but the pool makes you weightless.

“I think introductions are in order” he says with his nose touching yours, “I’m Daniel” he says. You barely have your name out when he captures your lips with a kiss. You can hear louder cheering from your spectators and a couple of howls from the people near by.

The kiss is wet, tasting like the chlorine off the pool and alcohol but underneath all of that there’s something you can’t put your finger on, you decide it’s Daniel and your lips and tongue can’t get enough. You pull away from each other slightly breathless and mumble against him with a giggles.

“Hi Daniel”

“Hi y/n”

“Do you want to play hooky from this party? Duck out and grab something to eat change clothes maybe?” Daniel says to you as you both climb out of the pool, Daniel passing a towel to you.

You nod yes, as he dries himself he takes his shirt off and you can see the rest of his tattoos. You fight internally, to keep your hands off him, an urge within you to trace out the outlines.

You walk hand in hand upstairs to meet your friends telling them that you’re taking off. He wanders off to his friends so you get the chance to head into a washroom. You clean yourself off a little more, combing your hands through your hair reapplying some makeup from your bag.

You feel a buzz from your phone and see a notification from Ethan. You groan internally realising that you can’t stay out too late cause he’s expecting you home in two hours. You curse out loud and tell yourself that you aren’t a bad person for enjoying your life. Sighing to yourself, you accept the fact that no matter how much you want to see where this night ends up with this Daniel fellow you have to let it go, you have someone who you’ve committed your life to, waiting for you to come home.

You put on your cheery disposition and head out. Daniel is waiting for you at the exit. He smiles when he spots you and all the hate for yourself melts away. He leads you to the parking lot where you get into his blue Mclaren, you don’t know cars that well but it feels powerful and far more expensive than your shitty rental. But this is Monte Carlo you weren’t too shocked by the idea of Daniel being rich, most people here spent more in a month than you could dream to earn.

Daniel is chatty whilst he drives, he talks mostly about his life in Australia, about how he loves this city but misses his family and his farm.

“ I miss the sunshine and warmth, something about the sun just makes me a happier person” you say to him. He looks at you as if you’ve stolen the words out of his mouth. He smiles at you but you can see behind his wide grin he’s trying to figure you out.

He asks him if you are okay heading to his apartment, that way you can order food and and change out of the damp clothes. You know you need to head home so ordering in would mean you get to spend more time with him in close quarters before you have to leave this stranger and get back to your life. You ask him where he lives, and you calculate how long it’ll take you to head home, realising that his place is quite far from yours you tell him that you know a place near yours. You explain how you need to head home cause you have a meeting, you don’t feel good about lying but the truth would be to hard to explain. Daniel looks a little disappointed, you think that’s he unhappy about the fact that he won’t get lucky tonight with what seemed like a sure thing but he’s actually just disappointed he won’t get to spend more time with you. He wasn’t crazy something about your vibe and his just clicked. He dusted of his disappointment and said “ sure, work first I get it, just tell me the way”

The conversation resumes, as you discuss your favourite spots in the small city, argue about wine preferences, you favour a dry white whilst he disses your juvenile tastes claiming that reds are far superior. You are glad that he’s still enthusiastic about talking to you and that the conversation was free flowing even when this mini date wouldn’t end with you in his bed as both of you had hoped.

You grab food and choose to eat in the outdoor dining area. The restaurant is known for their sandwiches that you dip in a jus, you made Daniel order it promising that he’d love it, you ordered a grilled chicken and salad dish as well because Daniel wanted to eat healthy, promising to switch if he didn’t like it. He took his first bite and let out a moan that was simultaneously sexy and not, it was too visceral to be sexual.

“Fuck me that’s good, how did you find this place?” Daniel said as he proceeded to wolf it down, you started eating your slightly bland and healthier dinner knowing full well that a man so pleased with his food wouldn’t even consider switching for some chicken.

“I ate here a couple of years ago I was addicted since the first bite, for three months after that I ate one almost every day.” You smile as you think back to a slightly simpler time in you life.

“I’d give up all the schnitzel in the world for a bit of this” Daniel says and continues to devour his food already moving on to the second half of the sandwich before you’ve had your third bite. Daniel tells you about all the food he’s tried talking about discovering carbonara for the first time since leaving Australia, eating durian and almost throwing up and everything in between. You realise he’s clearly well travelled, you could listen to him talking about food for hours.

You finish a little after him but neither of you ask for the bill, you sit content to just talk to one another for an hour, the waiters don’t disturb you, they know you’re a regular.

Daniel eventually heads up to the washroom and you pay the bill before he comes back, after all you brought him here so this would be your treat. Daniel returns to finds your table empty and looks around worried until he spots you standing outside the door.

“ I was kind scared you’d left” he says as he stands in front of you.

“Why would I leave?” You say looking at him questioningly as his face still shows signs of him being upset.

“I don’t know, some part of me thinks I’ve been hallucinating all of this. Life has been not all good this year, maybe I’ve finally lost it and dreamt up the perfect woman for me” he says sounding shy for the first time since you met him.

“I’m hardly perfect Daniel, if anyone is having a fever dream it’s me.” You give him a chaste kiss and pull away to say, “I don’t meet hunky curly haired Australian men at parties, not ones who let me dunk them in the pool and have a body that make me drool and a smile that can outshine the sun.” You say feeling just as vulnerable as he was.

“This isn’t normal for me” he says continuing with the moment of honesty, “ in my line of work, I meet plenty of people, I’ve met hundreds if not thousands of girls, who want me, and I’ve wanted them but it’s never been this easy, it’s never clicked this well.”

You kiss him again, you don’t have words to say, he’s said it all, you try to make him feel it instead, how much you reciprocated his sentiment.

You break it off cause you know you have to leave, it’s time already. You whisper to him, “whatever this is we’ll figure it out.” The words not comforting to either of you as it’s a lie, you know you’ll probably go home and never allow yourself to think about him again, Daniel thinks about his career and how having a girlfriend has never worked for him before and this wouldn’t work especially cause she has no idea who he is and no one in their right one would sign up for the circus now especially with the year he’s had at Mclaren.

‘How weird it is to have a party hookup turn into this much emotion?’ They both think to themselves chalking it up to the hard times they’ve been having in life. Maybe they just wanted to find happiness in something external and were transferring all that emotion to a stranger they just met.

Daniel leaves you off outside apartment complex, he offers to walk you upstairs, but you quickly shut him down. You give him one last kiss instead, it’s a passionate and open mouthed kiss, that’s filled with an unsaid goodbye and longing for the night to not end.

You wave him out and head upstairs, unlocking your door you meet eyes with Ethan. You give him a kiss in the cheek and head into your shower without saying a word. When you come out you feel like you’ve washed the day away, washed all memory of Daniel’s touch away, the thought breaks your heart a little.

You step outside and are immediately pulled into a hug, you let you an oof with surprise, the hug doesn’t quite reach your arms it’s only up to your knees, so you bend down and scoop the raven haired boy into your arms. “I’ve missed you baby” you say you kiss your beautiful boys face all over. He’s the light of your life and even when you feel the most shitty and life has drained everything away from you one look into his brown eyes and you remember who you are doing all of this for. “Did Uncle Ethan take good care of you?” You ask still kissing his face face. “Yuck momma! You’re getting spit on me, Unka E says that’s how you get germs” he says trying to get out of your arms. He runs away to his room. You laugh and walk out to the living room.

“Thanks for babysitting him Ethan, as usual I owe you” you tell Ethan as he hands you a glass of white wine. “No problem, I have to head out though, I’ve got a hot date, text me about the party later, I want all the deets” Ethan says packing up all of his things to leave. “Bye doll” he says to you giving you a hug. “BYE LUKE” he shouts. Luke comes running in to give his uncle a hug.

You scoop your little man back into your arms as he babbles about his day. You cuddle on the sofa, holding your two year old boy close, having him near you, you think will wipe away all memories of the stranger you met hours before but Luke drifts off into a slumber. As you tuck him into his bed you can’t help but think about the Aussie with the dimples who made your day.

Wrote a second part if you are interested, it’s less fun more serious but if you want to read it click below

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multiplefandomsblog · 3 years

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request; I am lusting for the emo boy 👉👈 Could I get something where the reader gives him a bj after he had a stressful day

warnings; bj, deep-throating, cussing, cum-eating, shuichi is receiving, reader is gender-neutral.

note; im trying to think of a song to go with this hold up- (yes thats all i have for my note, im running out of things to say-)

OH SHIT YES!!! SANGRIA?? BY EASY LIFE??? ARLO PARKS??? OR GET YOU BY DANIEL CAESER!!!!!

wc; 2k+

Slapping the screen of his work computer shut, the sudden and loud noise kept him awake for just a little longer. Shuichi brought both of his cold hands to his face, rubbing the eye bags that had formed as a result of his overworking and lack of sleep.

“God…” It took him everything he had to not yell into his slightly trembling hands. His fingers tangled themselves in his hair as he stood up from the chair that had made his backside ache, breathing out the pent-up stress he had cultivated throughout the… He checked his watch, drooping eyes barely able to read the hands of the miniature clock.

—The twelve hours of sitting down, typing in and submitting in files, piled onto files regarding a tough case. He’d be lying if he wasn’t at least a little used to this shit work ethic.

The first thought his mind allowed him to possess after draining his brain completely out of energy, had been, ‘S/o...-, I hope they didn’t forget to eat today.’ He hadn’t gotten the chance to monitor you, nor text or call you; his phone, to kick off the day, hadn’t charged properly the day before, leaving his phone with 3%. The moment he had tried to text you mid-way through his extended work period, his phone had given up on him, leaving him frustrated and worried.

Sighing, he quickly packed up his things, ready to leave the suffocating, but honestly quite nicely designed office— to see you. He was so close to just falling asleep on the nice, cold surface of his computer, but the thought of you waking up to an empty bed had his heart, crumbling over something he hadn’t done yet. And hadn’t planned to do, either.

Exiting the office, he called a taxi as he was too deprived of sleep to safely drive.

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Hearing the door open, you immediately rushed to the front door, almost slipping on the waxy surface of the wood floor against your fuzzy socks.

Pulling back, your eyes held a different emotion as you gazed into Shuichi’s tired but loving orbs; your eyes no longer contained the same soul-crushing worry for him. Instead, they had held a needy lust. Could you blame yourself? It had been twelve hours. Shuichi let out a quiet startled noise as you started dragging him to the couch, he did nothing but let you; too tired to ask what you were doing despite having the sneaking suspicion he already knew. No one can overlook a stare like that; you’d have to be blind to.

Pushing him onto the couch with little effort, he watched with intrigued eyes as you got to your knees and sat in between his knees, your own gaze locking onto his as you lowered yourself to the point where you had to crane your neck to properly see his pretty, flushed face.

Golden eyes flashed in need, small whines spilling from his trembling lips as he slightly parted his thighs for you to drag your fingers further up into. “You worked all day, Shuichi… C’mon, just a taste?” You looked up at him, doe eyes pleading and tongue swiping across your bottom lip entrancingly, as Shuichi’s golden eyes followed the glistening muscle. He could already imagine your tongue swirling around the tip of his—

“A-a little… A little taste. Please.” Ten hours of neglect, and the craving for his musk only augmented with each agonizing second that passed by. His eyes widened at the sultry tone you equipped; had he really worked so long to the point you were on your knees for him? “I...”

Yes, yes he had. It had been twelve hours, and you were worried sick. Not only that, the poor boy looked so tense and stressed, it had given you the urge to just strap him to the bed and force him to sleep, and nothing else. Knowing him, he wouldn’t have allowed himself the proper amount of hours of sleep, and food he needed to stay alive.

A part of him didn’t want to take advantage of your state, but a part of him already knew you wouldn’t let up until you got what you wanted; it’s not like he detested the idea of getting sucked off. “O-okay.”

He let out a small gasp as he felt you suddenly play with the zipper of his pants, your fingers ‘accidentally’ brushing against the growing erection he hadn’t noticed he had. You watched him carefully, fighting the urge to laugh as he arched his back against the couch; you didn’t want to embarrass him, you simply wanted to help him de-stress.

Deciding you’d focus more on him than your own sadistic desires, you quickly halted your teasing and zipped open his fly, wasting no time to reach down the waistband of his navy blue boxers and pin-striped pants, erupting a gasp from him as he hadn’t been expecting it to escalate so fast.

Gingerly, you pulled out the hardening cock that seemed to twitch in your hold, only causing you to smile at the cute reaction. Though Shuichi’s facial expression had been incomparable to his cock. You had barely down anything to him, and his whole entire face flushed red, a hand already clamped over his mouth that concealed the lip he had been chewing at so aggressively.

Stroking your thumb over the pretty pink tip of his cock, you cooed at it, already finding yourself craning your neck down to kiss the tip of it, causing Shuichi to jolt up from the light but impactive pressure on the tip of his cock. He found himself getting more alert, differing from his previous state of mind where he had barely been able to register what had been happening at the door.

Tired, lolling eyes from earlier converted into wide, lustfully lidded golden eyes that bore into your own coloured irises. The only difference between the two pairs of eyes had been the soft domineering gaze you set upon the boy who seemed to be putty in your hands and mouth.

Winking at him, you felt confidence grow in you as you heard him slightly whimper and wine through the futile coverage of his hand over his mouth, and so, with suave, you slid the eager cock into your mouth, tapping it over your lips and tongue before deciding to suck the entire thing in, in one go. The near-scream Shuichi emitted definitely helped you take the entirety of him inside your mouth.

You let out a small hiccup as you felt him throbbing in your throat, eyes wide and nose deep in the base of his shaft as your lips had almost been able to kiss the base of his cock. Keyword; almost.

With tear-filled eyes, you moaned onto his cock that only seemed to fit in half of your mouth before you started gagging. The small choked gasps from your side seemed to be in earshot of Shuichi, as he reached down to check on you- his hand was caught mid-way as you took a deep breath through your nose and fit the rest of his length down your throat. At this point, tears had been falling down your face uncontrollably, and you had been too busy massaging the base of his cock and balls to try and wipe them off.

“S-S/o— Y-you shouldn’t- F-fuck, I’m already so close, please don’t stop…!” He whined in a broken voice, head spinning and eyes rolling to the back of his head as he practically heaved out pants against the couch behind him. You felt your own thighs tremble as you heard him lose character, cussing; something you didn’t know he’d ever do. It sounded foreign in his voice, but was it strange that you actually liked how it sounded?

Moans and pleas spilled out of his drooling mouth like a running faucet; he noticed it only seemed to egg you on, in which, he wasn’t sure he liked or feared. He was highly certain he wouldn’t be able to last long—the thought hit him like an 80-pound brick as you dragged your tongue on the sensitive underside of his cock. “Hhnn- Ah—!” He let out an embarrassingly high moan, though he didn’t seem to care enough to tend to the humiliation, as he had currently been occupying his mind with the fact you had been sucking him off and sucking him off good.

His neck and thighs twitched as he writhed, not able to hold back the urge to pull your hair as he felt like he was going to lose it if he didn’t. Reaching down quickly, he yanked your hair upwards, in a force that didn’t hurt as much as you thought it would. It seems, even during moments like these he was always gentle with you.

Rewarding him for the action, you hummed muffled praises he couldn’t hear, but could definitely feel the effect of it against his cock. Vibrations shot up from between his legs to up the trail of his spine, sending shockwaves of pleasure through his entire body.

You felt his clammy hand that had kept hold of your hair, push you down onto his length roughly, causing you to stifle a surprised choke as you felt his tip hit the very back of your throat. “S-Shui—” You couldn’t even say half his name properly.

With tears streaming down your face, you shut yourself up and took it, bobbing your head up and down faster—to which he rewarded you with shaky, blissful sobs. God, did you wish you could see his expression right now.

At the thought, your slightly red eyes darted up to his face, which seemed to be staring right back at you with his own tear-brimmed gaze. “S-S/o...!” He whined out, a few stray tears falling as he felt his climax approach him. Throwing his head back, you lost sight of his flushed, slobbering face as he rested the back of his neck against the couch.

“Close..! Close! Hah- Hnngg! Please, I need to- to—!” Shuichi cut himself off, mouth contorting into an ‘O’ shape as he tensed his thighs underneath your clawed grip, feeling his well-deserved orgasm finally hit him. You suctioned your mouth around his length especially hard, eyes squeezing shut as you felt him pulsating against the walls of your sore throat.

You could feel the milky white, nearly translucent cum shoot down your throat and, as you usually do, you let it slip down your throat with no complaints—and it wasn’t as if you could try spitting it out; Shuichi’s cock had been so far down your throat, he had been practically been shooting it directly down your throat, giving you no chance to swallow.

You felt his cock shudder, twitch and go flaccid in your mouth; so with a final drag of your lips, you trapped any leftover semen within the insides of your lips and licked whatever had escaped the bindings of your aching mouth. Shuichi remained heaving against the couch, his hand that had previously been holding onto your hair with a death-grip, weakened and dropped to the side of your face.

Bringing his head back down from the thrown back position on the couch, he stared down at you who had still been seated between his legs, your cheek resting against his thigh as you watched him with a soft and infatuated gaze. After such a feat, to look at him like that; he felt like he was on cloud 9. He truly wondered what he had done to deserve a blow job like that, and someone like you to give him such a thing after neglecting you for twelve hours, he felt terrible for you yet also fortunate to have you. His gaze, despite still fucked-out and slightly mind-blown, held worry for you.

With his already red face going even more crimson, he brought his hand down to the side of your head to stroke your face tenderly. Still heaving out pants, he stuttered out quiet words of gratification, “... T-thank you. For that.” To which you only grinned cheekily at, head turning to gently nibble and kiss at the inside of his thigh, causing a small yelp to erupt from him.

Your hand gripped onto his thigh, making sure to immobilize him and his squirming as you sucked a hickey onto his thigh. “Hh-!” Shuichi could only whimper at the pressure, his free hand going up to wipe away the tears that formed from earlier, and the ones that had been forming currently.

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five-rivers · 3 years

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Auction

For @skellagirl

“Hey, Jazz,” said Danny, leaning into Jazz’s room, one hand on the doorknob, the other braced against the jamb. “Wanna help me mess with Vlad?”

“Do I?” responded Jazz, pushing her chair back. “What’s the plan?”

“Well,” said Danny, “Vlad left one of his creepy spy bugs in the kitchen again, and I was thinking we could have a loud conversation in front of it about how Mom’s going to that charity bachelor auction.”

Jazz frowned. “But she isn’t. She’s married.”

“Yeah, that’s the point. Vlad’s delusional.”

“Ah, I see,” said Jazz. “Yeah, let’s do it. Should we write a script?”

“Maybe just a backstory. I work better with improv.”

“I’ve seen your fights, Danny. You definitely do not.”

“That’s cold.”

Maddie was not here, and Vlad was going to commit murder. Just a little bit. The victim was already half dead, after all.

His teeth squeaked as he forced himself to smile at the vapid, crowds of rich single women below him. He could not, unfortunately, back out now without losing quite a bit of face. The only consolation he had was that he had already communicated the need to eliminate the wealthier bidders, so that Maddie’s bet would win, to his ghostly servants. If only he could get away from the crowds and duplicate himself to take care of the others…

But that would be suspicious too, wouldn’t it? He had to let at least a few bids go through. And some of them had to be high, otherwise he’d never hear the end of it from his ever-aggravating business associates.

Curse them and their golf-playing buffoonery. He didn’t even like golf. It took so long.

When his name was called, he went out onto the stage like a man expecting to be hung. Why did anyone think this kind of thing was a good idea? This was humiliating. Ninety percent of the people bidding were after his money one way or another, he was sure.

Not like Maddie.

He sighed and refused to make eye contact with anyone in the crowd as the auctioneer called higher and higher values. Finally, the number stopped climbing, and Vlad lowered his gaze to see who, exactly, he would have to waste a day with.

Well. At least it wasn’t someone who was after his money.

“So,” said Harriet Chin, not even bothering to hide the recorder she held in her hands, “Vladimir Masters. Do you have a statement regarding the Whole World Mission scandal?”

“Harriet,” said Vlad, “please, we’re supposed to be on a date.”

“Yes, and I get to decide our activities. And I want an exclusive interview with the elusive Vlad Masters. That’s what I paid for, after all.”

“And here I was, thinking that it was my ravishing, good looks.”

Harriet snorted. “Maybe for someone who didn’t see you and Jack in that ridiculous hot dog eating contest. Although,” she leaned back appraisingly, “you did fill out since then. Actually… I’m sort of surprised at how early the bidding topped out. Was the room filled with bitter exes, or is there some scandal I don’t know about?”

Vlad rolled his eyes. “I confess, I’m as surprised as you.”

“Now, that’s a lie,” said Harriet.

“Excuse me?”

“You still have that tell from college,” said Harriet, smugly.

“Excuse me? I do not have a tell.” If he did, he had to identify and get rid of it as soon as possible.

“You do,” said Harriet, still grinning.

Vlad weighed the pros and cons of simply overshadowing her and making her lose the day. She’d probably claim that he drugged her or something. Curses.

He sighed, heavily. “At least let me take you out to a restaurant instead of,” he flicked his fingers at his surroundings, “just standing here.”

“Oh, I don’t know. A person’s house can tell you a lot about someone. Didn’t your Wisconsin home blow up? What was up with that, anyway?”

“I released a statement regarding that some time ago,” said Vlad.

“Wasn’t it also raided by the government?”

“That was a misunderstanding. And I also released a press statement about that incident. It shouldn’t take you more than, oh, an hour to look it up online.” This wasn’t entirely true. Once it was out of the immediate spotlight, Vlad had spent quite a bit of money to have the whole story scrubbed. “Dinner? I am paying.”

Harriet looked thoughtful. “Alright, but I’m picking where we go.”

“Of course,” said Vlad, graciously.

He regretted everything.

“Harriet, I know Amity Park is small relative to, say, Chicago, but, really… There are good restaurants here.”

“Yes,” said Harriet, “but I wanted to eat here.”

Vlad grimaced and tried not to look at the booth where Daniel and his juvenile delinquent friends were sitting and filming him with a handheld camera.

“Of course,” said Harriet, apparently unbothered by the stickiness of the booth bench and the screaming of children in the other part of building, “if you wanted to go back to a more private setting so that we could continue our interview—”

“No, no, this is quite alright. I said I would get you dinner, and here we are, eating…” He glanced at the menu with derision. “Food.”

He could, just barely, call it that. Even if he’d discovered during his short-term ownership of the chain that certain of its condiments could be used as mid-grade explosives. He didn’t know how Daniel could stand it.

(On the other hand, he had to admit he was enjoying this. Just a little. He so rarely got to match wits against a competent adult.)

(Maddie didn’t count—He was trying to woo Maddie, after all. They were practically on the same side.)

Valerie Grey, looking intensely weirded out, brought their order to their table. Harriet, unperturbed by the grease leaking through the paper wrappings, began to sort though the offerings for the cheap chicken burger she had ordered. Vlad, meanwhile, stared down at his sandwich.

Someone had put an ectoplasm antagonist in the dressing. He glared at Daniel. He didn’t know how the boy had done it, but he was going to pay for it. Along with setting him up for this ridiculous ‘date.’

“Aren’t you going to eat?” asked Harriet.

“I’m not hungry.”

“Oh, stop being such a snob. I remember you and Jack living off of instant ramen.”

“That was then, this is now,” said Vlad.

“Seems to be going well,” said Tucker, adjusting the lens on his camera, “all things considered.”

“Kind of surprised they’re here of all places, though,” said Sam.

“I think Ms. Chin’s just trying to get a rise out of Vlad, to be honest.” He’d stopped looking at them, though, instead frowning at the kitchens. “I think Valerie put something in his food. Do you think we should do something?”

“Not really,” said Tucker.

“Yeah, I’m going to choose Valerie every day over the old rich white guy who wants to kill your dad,” said Sam. “Even if she has some slightly homicidal tendencies regarding you.”

“Fair enough,” said Danny. “Want to stalk Vlad and his date until they drive home?”

“I don’t have any other plans,” said Sam, easily.

“Same,” said Tucker.

“Cool,” said Danny.

“Are you frequently stalked by teenagers?” asked Harriet.

“No,” said Vlad.

“And isn’t that Jack and Maddie’s son?”

“Unfortunately.”

“Oh ho, there’s a story there, isn’t there?”

“A private matter, I assure you.”

“When you’re as wealthy as you are, Vlad, nothing’s a private matter anymore.”

“I fear I must disagree with you on that count. Where are we going, anyway?”

“It’s a surprise,” said Harriet. “Unless you want to give me that interview.”

“Ugh. No.”

It was a miniature golf course. Of course it was. He could never escape from the accursed ‘sport.’ At least the miniature version was marginally more tolerable. Or it would be, if Daniel and his pack of friends weren’t able to follow them in.

… Or maybe they wouldn’t follow them in. The trio veered off suddenly right before the exit. Vlad smirked. Not enough cash for the little badger to get in, hm?

This assumption was disastrously disproven when a ghost fight tore through the Astroturf that covered the third hole.

Harriet was very nearly thrown into the pond, but Vlad managed to catch her at the last moment.

She was blushing.

Butter biscuits.

“Well,” said Harriet, “that wasn’t the interview I wanted, but it wasn’t a total waste of time. Same time next week?”

“Fine, fine, whatever you want,” said Vlad. Then what he said caught up to him. “No. One date. One date was all you paid for.”

Harriet pretended not to hear him.

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cades-outsider · 3 years

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Hawk X Reader

Warnings: Prepare for the emotions!

Surprise- I Guess

You were super excited to say the least, Hawk's- or well Eli's birthday was coming up in a couple days. You had planned a whole surprise for him, Hawk had mentioned how he wanted to get a new motorcycle.

So you asked your dad Daniel LaRusso for some extra money for some extra chores here and there, and what do you know he agreed as long as you got back into karate with him.

You took him on that offer, recently Daniel had changed the pool room into a at home karate dojo. You never really quit, you practiced here and there unlike your sister Sam who hadn't practice in eight years.

Both Miguel and Demetri had offered to help you pick out the motorcycle. You were instantly surprised that Demetri would offer considering the history between the two wasn't good after Eli became Hawk.

But of course you took them both up on the offer considering they knew personally what style motorcycle Hawk would like. The bell ring indicating that lunch period was here.

You, Demetri, and Miguel all decided to hang back a while in the hallway so you could discuss a few matters with the surprise and how you were to give it to Hawk.

"Okay so how about you call him up, and tell him it's an emergency and carry him to your backyard and boom-" Miguel makes a hand explosion "-surprise!" He says proud of his idea.

"That's a great idea Miguel!" You exclaim excitedly.

"Or... you could just give it to him.." Demetri states as if he's the smartest person on the earth.

You tilt your head to the side furrowing your eyebrows "and where would the fun be in that?" You smirk.

Miguel nods his head, eyes wide "yeah I'm gonna have to agree with Y/n on this one" He states.

"Oh bummer-" Demetri reply's, unfazed.

"Demetri did you actually want to help us?" You ask now concerned.

"Well not really, but Eli was my friend once upon of time you know..." He states obviously.

"We know..." Miguel says, remembering once who Hawk was.

Hawk was in the mix of laughing along with one of his new 'friends' playing with his soccer ball when all of a sudden his attention is brought to you, Demetri, and Miguel.

It was safe to say Eli was not happy, he didn't like the thought of his girl with two other boys without him, whispering.

He felt vulnerable, he felt.... anger. Even though Demetri and Miguel were technically still his friend, his past best friend and his former best friend did not sit well with him.

Walking with a more furious pep in his step he reaches both you, Demetri, and Miguel. You and Miguel immediately stop whispering, not wanting to ruin the surprise.

You turn around with a smile on your face as your heart races, almost being caught. You did not want the surprise to get ruined so soon anyways.

"Hey Eli" You say walking up closer to him, Hawk only allowed you to call him Eli, home or not he didn't mind hearing his name come from your sweet mouth, when being moaned, screamed, or just in general.

Eli cocks his head to the side flaring his nostrils, he keeps it cool for the most part as his friend behind him scrambled away noticing the boiling tension that he did not want to be around.

"Hey Y/n what's going on here?" He asks, obviously suspicious.

You couldn't risk Hawk knowing the surprise yet so you come up with the most cliché answer given "Demetri is just helping me and Miguel with our science project" You quickly say, probably to quickly causing you to cringe at the horrible convincing sentence.

Hawk smacks his lips together "yeah right" he scoffs before walking away, you wait until he's fully out of sight to turn back to Miguel and Demetri.

"Really? Science project?" Demetri scoffs using hand gestures.

"Did you have an excuse?" You asked sassily.

Demetri goes silent, rolling his eyes knowing he was stuck "he's going to be pissed" Miguel states referring to Eli.

"Yeah but it will all be worth it in the mean time yeah?" You ask hopefully.

"We'll see, or he could completely go out on a rage-r and never talk to you again!" Demetri says faking excitement.

Miguel hits him gently with the back of his hand "ow!" Demetri says holding the spot he hit.

Miguel looks at him in disbelief "I didn't even apply pressure!" He laughs.

Demetri rolls his eyes "I have fragile bones, okay?" He says putting his hand up.

"Alright, alright calm down Demetri" You joke.

"So when are you planning on giving it to Hawk?" Miguel asks curiously.

"The day before his birthday, that's my plan anyways" You say stuffing your hands in your pockets.

The rest of the day ended in glares from Hawk to Miguel and Demetri, and even you. You knew he didn't believe a word you said which was not apart of the plan but you didn't know what else to do to make him not ask questions.

The next in counter you had with Hawk had a lot of tension, little did you both know it would be the last time you talked to each other for at least a few weeks.

You pulled into the driveway of the grocery store beside Johnny's dojo, you instantly notice Hawks red Mohawk he was with a couple of his new karate friends.

Well the situation would’ve probably went different if you were alone and not with Miguel or Demetri. But you happened to be with them both today, you wanted to grab a few snacks to munch on because who doesn’t like snacks and both Miguel and Demetri wanted to come so you couldn’t say no.

You had finished everything for Hawks surprise so you decided to treat both you, Demetri, and Miguel to snacks basically as a thank you for there help. You had the keys for Hawks motorcycle and all you needed was to wait for the day before his birthday.

You all walked into the store, the old squeaking bell catches the attention of Hawk, he looks your way and sees you with Miguel and Demetri and all he can see is red as his face contorts into anger.

Hawk forces something that was in his chest to one of his friends causing them to stumble over the isles. He walks over to you with his head held high, you huff knowing he was going to start something out of nothing.

"Nice to see you here... together" He grits his teeth together as he spits out the last word with hatred almost.

You had enough of Eli’s crap so you grabbed his hand roughly as you pulled him outside. You had a feeling you knew what was wrong but you wanted to make sure.

"What is your problem?" You ask gently, not wanting to spark something.

"What is my problem! What is yours? Why are you hanging out with Demetri?!" He practically yells out.

"What so I can’t hang out with who I want?" You question, now becoming heated.

"I didn’t say that! But why Demetri!" Hawk pushes, his jealousy getting the best of him.

"I- he- he knew you best!" You try without giving to much information about the gift.

"What is that supposed to mean?" Hawk asks now confused.

"I can’t tell you... not yet anyways" you reply, not knowing what to say. You had everything else planned out not a fight.

Hawks jaw clenches and you would almost say that was a nice sight if it wasn’t him getting mad at you like that. "So now we’re keeping secrets?" He says walking closer to you, every step causes you to back up.

You soon hit the back of a wall as Hawk towers over you putting his hand on the wall behind you. "I-I-" you stutter out.

"So now you don’t know?" He pushes.

"What do you want me to say?" You question, tired.

"I don’t know that you’re not slumming it with Demetri or Miguel, h*ll or even both I wouldn’t even be surprised" Hawk spits out dryly.

Your face contorts "oh wow how low of you Eli" You spit now fully angered.

"Don’t use my name like that" He says gritting his teeth, pushing his body closer to yours.

"You wanna know what we were doing so bad huh?!" You yell grabbing the keys to the motorcycle from your pocket.

Hawks face fully contorts from anger to confusion as you press the keys into his chest with pressure and push him away as you get into your car driving away.

That leaves a very guilty Eli as he pulls the keys into vision, the label of the motorcycle on the set of keys. Hawks heart breaks as he now knew there was nothing going on between you and the other boys.

Tears spill out in his eyes as he places both of his hands on the brick wall breathing heavily as he starts beating on the brick wall with his bare fists causing blood to spill out.

Two weeks.... you hadn’t talked to Eli, it wasn’t your intention but it happened. Now it was Monday, school was still into motion. You dreaded it like any other day, getting out of your car and walking through the doors.

You subconsciously look for Eli like every other time you have, your heart drops when you’re brought back to reality.

Your head drops as you get ready to walk to first period until you run into someone. You knew that scent and you almost didn’t want to look up, but you did.

Oh boy the sight you’ve witnessed was enough to break your heart even more, Eli didn’t look like himself. He had dark bags under his eyes, he looked tired and worn out. He had red cheeks, and busted knuckles that were swollen, he looked in pain.

"Eli..." You whisper out, you didn’t know how to feel but you knew that you didn’t like that feeling.

"Y/n... can I uh talk to you?" He almost whispers.

You nod your head letting him lead you to an unoccupied class room "I’m sorry Y/n, I didn’t know I was just jealous and insecure I didn’t know- I didn’t know how to react..." He busts.

"Eli.... I’m sorry to I should’ve tried to understand-" but you were soon cut off by Eli walking closer to you putting both his hands on your cheeks.

"No Y/n that was all on me I said some pretty messed up things that I didn’t mean you have no reason to apologize" Hawk says resting his head on yours.

"I love you Eli" You cave.

"I love you more Y/n and I’m so so sorry" He says as tears prickle his eyes.

"I forgive you" You say smiling as you press your lips to his crashing your lips together.

It felt like the first time you kissed, sparks went off as your lips continued to move together in sync. That all stoped to soon when you both pulled away.

"I love you for infinity..."

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Thank you @peachymelon69 for requesting! Hope you enjoyed!

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atlafan · 3 years

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Burning Love - Part Three

a/n: the third and final part of this little series is here! I hope you enjoy! Feedback and reblogs are helpful! Support me here if you’re able! (not proofread)

Warnings: cocky!Harry flirting, a tiny bit of angst, fluff, and smut!

Words: 8K

Pairing: Harry x OC (kindergarten teacher Danielle Robinson)

Masterpost

Having a firefighter as a boyfriend was anything but boring. Sometimes Harry was called away in the middle of the night for backup, sometimes he had to straight up sleep at the fire house if someone was on vacation, and sometimes he was cooking up a storm so the guys coming back from a fire had plenty to eat. Danielle would sometimes help cook as well. The guys really liked her turkey chili.

Danielle’s classroom knew who her boyfriend was too, and they loved it when Harry would come by for a visit. He’d bring them little coloring books, or sometimes he’d get Doodle to come for an even better surprise visit.

When they were together three months, Harry made sure no one was in the fire house so she could come to his office, and he gave her a little strip tease. She had practically been begging him to play the part of the sexy fire fighter and he was finally doing it for her. The only condition was that he got to bend her over his desk and fuck her. She even let him hit it raw, it was the greatest mutual gift in the world. Also hearing her moan out, “You’re hitting it so good, don’t stop, Harry!” over and over was pretty nice too.

Yup, things had been going pretty well for the new couple. Even though they were still in the puppy-love phase, it wasn’t all sex all the time. Harry would sometimes come over and help her late into the night as she was crafting activities for her class the next day, or he’d go to the art supply store with her because Danielle never made a list and she would often forget at least one thing she needed for class. Harry always remembered what she’d forget. Danielle was also a big help with the fire department’s fundraising efforts. She made the best hash browns anyone had ever had at the monthly pancake breakfasts. The deputy fire chief even got them a matching set of aprons. Things were going so well that she even started to let him call her Dani.

One Sunday afternoon they were walking through the grocery store together. Harry liked pushing the cart for Danielle as she mumbled to herself about what she needed for the week. She liked that he joined her because he could pick out the snacks he wanted to leave at her place, and vice versa. They were walking down the coffee aisle, Harry liked Hazelnut and Danielle liked French Vanilla.

“Dani?”

Danielle looks over in the direction of the deep voice that said her name. Her eyes widen when she realizes it’s her ex, Oliver.

“O-Oliver?”

“Oh my god, it’s so good to see you!” He exclaims, throwing his arms around her. She doesn’t reciprocate. “It’s been what, three years?”

“Something like that.” She swallows, and hooks her arm around Harry’s waist. “This is my boyfriend, Harry.”

“Hi.” Oliver shakes Harry’s hand. “You shop here a lot?”

“Yeah…this is the grocery store closest to my apartment, why?”

“This is my first time as this specific store. My fiancé lives in the area, and we’re choosing to buy a house here so her son won’t have to switch elementary schools.”

“Her…her son?” Danielle wanted to smack him.

“Yeah, guess he’s like my son now too.”

“Olly? Did you find the decaf tea?” A woman long blond hair, and a slightly swollen belly comes rolling her cart down the aisle with a little boy sitting in it. “Oh…Danielle…hi.”

“Hi, Rory.”

“Miss Robinson!” The boy exclaims.

“Hello, Joey.” She tries to say with a smile. Danielle wasn’t sure how she could have been so stupid. Joey took the bus to and from school, and she had only ever spoken with his father. She also didn’t make a second glance at his mother’s name on his contact list since it was under Lorelei.

“Joey raves about you all the time.” Rory says, trying to cut some of the tension.

“Mumma, it’s Chief Harry!”

“Aw, nice of you to remember me, buddy.” Harry says. “Um, we’ve got frozen stuff in the cart, so we should probably get going, right, darling?” He says, looking at Danielle, and she feels thankful for him finding a way out of all this.

“He’s right, we should really get going.”

“Guess we’ll be seeing more of each other, huh, Dani?” Oliver says with a soft smile.

“So it would seem.” She looks at Joey. “See you tomorrow morning in class, Joey.”

Harry pushes the cart as they walk away. She was beyond mortified. They get in line and pay for their things. She had driven there, but she has Harry drive back to her place. She was quiet until they got inside her apartment to put the food away.

“He, uh, seemed a little delusional there, no?” Harry says.

“He’s always lived with his head in the sand.” She scoffs. “Rose colored glasses, you know?”

“Did you not know that-“

“No, I didn’t realize that Rory, the person he cheated on me with, had a son. I knew that she was a married woman. They got divorced because of Oliver.” She shakes her head. “Joey’s father is such a sweet man, I can’t believe I never put the pieces together.”

“How exactly did they meet?”

“The first school I worked at was a K-5 a few towns over. Rory was the principal’s secretary, she still is, I think. I brought Oliver with me to a holiday party, and they got to talking. She’s a couple of years older than he and I are. I don’t exactly know how things progressed from there, but apparently she’s pregnant with his kid, they’re engaged, and they’ve bought a house! Isn’t that just kick you in the crotch, spit on your neck fantastic?”

“Remind me to never watch Friends reruns with you again.” He chuckles. “I can’t believe he had the nerve to hug you like that?”

“He hugged me like that because he’s still in love with me.”

“What do you mean?”

“Until I blocked him on literally every platform that I could, he would send me these messages about how he fucked up and that he’d do anything to win me back. He’s in a loveless relationship. He’s made his bed and now he has to lay in it.”

“Does Rory know it’s a loveless relationship?”

“I doubt it. If I had to guess they probably got engaged after they found out she was pregnant. It was probably her way of trapping him.” Danielle rolls her eyes. “You know what they say, once a cheater, always a cheater.”

“Well,” he comes around her to hold her from behind, kissing her cheek, “you don’t have to worry about that or pay it any more thoughts, alright?”

“Yeah.” She smiles and turns to kiss him. “I just hope I don’t start running into them all the time now.”

“We could always go to the market near my place, or we could do the online order thing.” He shrugs. “Whatever you wanna do. I just don’t want that idiot making my baby upset.” He pouts at her and she pouts back.

“I love that I get to be your baby.” She sighs as she nuzzles into his chest.

“Me too…I…I love you, Dani.” He kisses her forehead before she looks up at him.

“You do?”

“Mhm.” He smiles. “Guess there’s no perfect time to really say it, but that’s how I feel.”

“Oh, Harry, I love you too.” She kisses him, and blinks some tears away. “Like, a lot.”

“Let’s get these groceries put away, hm? Then I’ll fuck you on the counter. Would you like that, sweetheart?”

“I would, very much so.” She chuckles.

It was the last day of school, so Danielle had both of her groups in the morning. There was a small ceremony for the kindergarteners to commemorate them being able to move on to the first grade. They each got a personalized certificate with some type of achievement they earned in Miss Robinson’s class. She spent two weeks working on them. Once it was over, Danielle had to clean up her classroom for the summer.

“Happy last day of school, babe.” Harry says as he walks in, holding a small bouquet of flowers.

“I think you should ask for a separate office here with how often you come to visit.” She jokes as she takes the flowers. “Not that I’m upset, but what are these for?” She smiles.

“You made it through another year with a group of five-year-olds, thought you should have something nice for it.”

“Well, that’s very thoughtful, thank you.” She kisses his cheek. “I’m just finishing up here and then we can grab lunch.”

Harry nods as he waits for her, helping her take a few boxes out to her car. He thought she looked gorgeous today in her light blue sundress. They enjoy their lunch together before Harry has to go back to work.

“Wanna come to my place tonight?” She asks before they part ways.

“Sure.” He pecks her lips. “Want me to bring dinner?”

“No, I can cook. I’ve got stuff to make a taco salad.”

“Okay, I’ll see you later.” They kiss again and off they go.

Things had gotten quite domestic with one another, and Harry was really starting to like it. He also really liked that she was about to be off for the entire summer. Sure, Harry had bonfires, lawn mowers, grills, and other things of that nature to worry about, but his group of volunteer fire fighters would be coming on once again, so it freed up a little more time for himself. He’d be able to take a vacation with Danielle if she wanted. Or he could just take a ton of long weekends so he could spend some time with her. He wasn’t exactly sure what she did over the summer, but he figures they’ll talk about it soon.

When Harry gets to her apartment later that night, he realizes soon means tonight. Danielle was running around her apartment in a tank top and shorts boxing things up and packing.

“Hey, uh, what are you doing?” He says, startling her.

“Oh! I didn’t even hear you come in!” She gasps and clutches at her chest. “Sorry, I’m just trying to get my shit together. I always save this stuff for the last minute.”

“Are you moving?” He asks, almost frantic.

“What? No.” She chuckles. “But I do need a lot of my things with me for when I go up to Seabrook.”

“Seabrook?”

“To my parents’ summer house. I told you they had one, they’re snowbirds, remember?”

“Yeah, you mentioned that…” He swallows. “Are you going for a long weekend?”

“No, I’m going for the majority of the summer. I was actually sort of hoping you’d be able to water some of my plants, but if you can’t I can ask the neighbor again.” She goes over to him and gives him a kiss. “Come on, I set dinner up in the kitchen for us.”

They both go into the kitchen and sit down with their taco salads.

“You’re sort of blindsiding me a bit, babe. I mean, you’ve known you were going to New Hampshire all this time and didn’t think to tell me?”

“I figured I’d come back on weekends.” She shrugs. “You’re going to be working all day, so I figured you wouldn’t really mind if I wasn’t around as much.” She takes a bite of her food. “I also thought maybe you could come up and visit…you know, meet my family.”

“It’s gonna be torturing not being able to come over and see you after work.” He pouts. “But of course I’d love to meet your family.”

“I know…that’s sort of why I was keeping it to myself. I’ll miss you just the same, I hope you know that. This is just really precious family time that I wait all year for.”

“I get it.” He sighs. “What weekend would you want me to come meet them?”

“I’ll have to ask my parents what weekend would work best for them. The first couple of weeks are spent catching up with their friends, and whatnot. The house is in a fifty-five and over community.”

“And you won’t mind driving back on weekends?”

“Not at all.” She shakes her head. “All of the traffic will be going the other way, and the beaches are always so crowded on the weekends. It’ll be perfect.” She smiles at him and leans in a bit. “Plus, I’ll be coming back to you with sun kissed skin. I’ll have lots of tan lines to show you.” She winks and it makes him chuckle.

“Alright, alright. I get to use more time off in the summer, so I’ll be able to take lots of long weekends. We have more of a crew because a lot of our volunteers are teachers, so they have more time to help out.”

“That’s good! I’m so happy the school year is over with. Did you see I put the flowers you got me in a vase?” She points over to the vase in her kitchen window.

“I did.” He nods, a smile growing on his lips. “M’glad you liked them.”

“I loved them.” She kisses his cheek. “You’re so sweet to me, Harry.”

“You’ve turned me into a total mush ball.” He sighs. “But I suppose that’s not a bad thing.”

“You were a mush ball the second you walked into my classroom for the first time.” She smirks.

“And you were a flustered little thing.” He smirks as her face falls. “Ah, she can dish it out, but she can’t take it.” He kisses her temple and takes their now empty plates to the sink. “When are you heading up?”

“A couple of days.” She sighs. “I hate packing so much, it’s the worst.” She groans. “I just keep telling myself I’ll be relaxing on a screened in porch soaking in the ocean breeze with a book in my hand before I know it.” She flops down onto her sofa and Harry sits next to her, rubbing her back. “At least I’ll see my niece and nephew soon too. I love getting to spend so much time with them.”

“Tell me about them, I wanna know as much about your family as I can before I meet them.”

“Really?” She sits up to look at them.

“Mhm.” He puts a pillow on his lap. “Come lay one me. I’ll play with your hair while you talk.”

“If I didn’t love you before.” She giggles, and rests her head in his lap. He starts scratching at her scalp and she sighs. “Okay, so, my dad…”

They both fell asleep on the couch that night talking. Harry told Danielle a lot about his family as well. In the wee hours of the morning, Harry carried her to the bed, and they both snuggled up while they got a few more hours of sleep.

“Danielle, it’s the middle of the night! Where are you going?!” Her brother Clark asks her in a panic. “Shit, are you crying?”

“I…I just got a call.” She sniffles as she throws her hoody on. “I have to get home.”

“Why, what’s happening.”

“H-Harry’s deputy chief called me…there was a really big fire a few hours ago, and a wall collapsed on him, and now he’s in the hospital.” Tears were streaming down her cheeks. “I have to get home to him, Clark, I need to be there when he wakes up.”

“You’re in no condition to drive, especially not for two hours. I’ll go with you. Let me just go to Isabelle.”

“You don’t have to do that, I’m fine.” She wipes her eyes. “I’ll let you know when I get there. I’ll be back in a few days, I’m sure of it.”

She rushes out of the house and gets into the car. She had the radio practically silent, and she was sucking down an iced coffee. Caffeine put her anxiety into hyper drive, but she needed to stay awake somehow. Harry wasn’t even supposed to be at that fire. He got called in as backup, but he wasn’t supposed to go inside. He went in looking for the family’s new puppy.

Once she gets to the hospital, probably looking like a mad woman in her pajama pants and oversized hoody, she checks in and asks where Harry’s being kept.

“Please, I’m his girlfriend, I need to-“

“Dani!” The deputy chief, Ralph, comes rushing towards her. “He just woke up, come with me.” He yanks her by the wrist before the nurse at the desk can say anything.

“Is he okay?”

“He will be.” Ralph nods. “Here we are, go ahead in. Take your time with him.” Ralph smiles, and Danielle returns it.

“Harry?” She says just above a whisper.

“Hey, baby.” He gives her a soft smile. “What are you doing here?”

“I hopped in my car a second after Ralph called me. I was so worried.” She sits on the edge of his hospital bed.

“I’m okay, sweetheart, just a few scrapes and bruises.”

“Harry…your arm’s in a sling.”

“Just a sprained wrist, it’ll heal up real soon.”

“How can you be so calm about this?” She asks as she curls up next to him. He throws his arm around her and sighs.

“Because if I let every little accident scare me, I wouldn’t be able to do my job properly. This is what I signed up for, babe.”

“Did you at least find the puppy?”

“I did, shielded the poor thing from the wall that collapsed on me. M’gonna have to go on light duty for a while.”

“Which means what exactly?”

“Lots of administrative work…that I can do remotely. So, I was thinking…maybe I could come up to Seabrook with you for a little longer than a weekend.”

“I’d love that! We can drive back up together. Everyone’s excited to meet you.”

“I’m excited to meet them too.”

After Harry rested up for a few days at home, with Danielle doting on him even though he told her she didn’t need to, the two drive up north together.

“Auntie Dani’s back!” Sarah exclaims as she bursts out of the porch.

“Sarah!” Isabelle yells after her. “We don’t run out of the house, no matter how excited we are to see Auntie.” She picks her daughter up. “Sorry, Dani.” Isabelle chuckles.

“No worries.” Danielle laughs. “This is my boyfriend, Harry. Harry, this is my sister-in-law Isabelle.”

“Hi.” Harry says, and Isabelle gasps when she sees his arm in a sling. “Just a sprained wrist, m’fine.” “It’s nice to meet you. This must be Sarah, yeah?”

“Hello.” The little girl smiles.

“Come on, everyone’s inside getting ready to head down to the beach.” Isabelle says.

Harry and Danielle follow inside. She takes him into the kitchen where her parents, Robert and Donna were finishing up their coffee.

“Dani!” Donna smiles. “How was the ride back up?”

“Fine, not a lot of traffic once we were out of the city.” She smiles. “This is Harry.”

“The hero that saved the puppy!” Robert says.

“I’m no hero, just did my job. It’s nice to meet you both. Thank you for inviting me to your home.” He shakes both of their hands.

“Are you kidding? We were over the moon when Dani said she’d be bringing a boyfriend with her.” Donna says. “Honey, why don’t you help Harry get settled and then meet us down at the beach?”

“Okay.” Danielle nods.

The two bring their things inside while everyone else makes their way to the beach. Danielle helps Harry put his clothes away in the dresser.

“So…are we alone right now?” Harry asks casually after putting his things away in the bathroom.

“Um, yeah. Everyone went down to set up at the beach, why?”

“Well…” He sits down on the bed and tugs her to sit on his lap, straddling her. “I haven’t been able to do much the last few days, and I’d like to make up for it.”

“Harry.” Her face flushes. “I can’t just fuck you here.”

“In the privacy of a bedroom? Here I was thinking this would be the perfect place.” He rolls his eyes.

“I just…” She bites her bottom lip. Before she can say anything when she opens her mouth again, he’s kissing her. “Fuck, okay, but we have to be quick. And no leaving marks, I don’t need to feel like a teenager at the age of twenty-seven.”

“How about no marks in any visible places?”

“Harry, I’m gonna be wearing a two piece, a lot is going to be visible.”

“Your ass?”

She whimpers softly and kisses him again. They both fall back on the bed, careful not to hurt his wrist. Danielle ended up riding his dick since he couldn’t really prop himself up with hands at the moment, but neither of them minded. It was a much-needed release for the both of them. Once they’re both cleaned up, they change into their bathing suits and go down to the beach to join her family.

“Auntie Dani, do you wanna dig a moat with me?” Ryan asks her the second she sets her things down.

“Sure! Just let me get some sunscreen on, okay?”

“You’re already looking a little red.” Clark remarks, and she glares at him. “Nice to meet you, Harry.”

“Same to you.” Harry says as he sits down in his beach chair.

Danielle peels her coverup off, and lathers up in sunscreen before grabbing a sand toy to help Ryan dig a moat. Isabelle was down by the water with Sarah.

“Harry, do you like seafood?” Donna asks him.

“I do.” He nods.

“Wonderful, I thought it would be nice to go out to eat since you’re here with us now. Celebrate having a full house and whatnot.”

“Oh, well…that sounds nice, thanks.” Harry smiles at her.

“I hope you won’t be too miserable working from inside the house…there’s no central air or anything.” Robert says.

“Oh, it’s not a problem. Heat doesn’t exactly bother me.” He smirks, and Danielle flicks some sand at him. “Oi, what was that for?!”

“No fire fighter jokes or puns.” She points a finger at him warningly. “We’re on vacation.”

“Come on, that was a good one, admit it.”

“I will do no such thing.” She looks at her parents who were chuckling at the exchange. “Don’t encourage him, it’ll only make it worse.”

“Anyways,” he side eyes her and then looks back at her parents, “I’ll probably just set up on the porch when I need to hop onto email. My deputy chief is taking on a bit more for me for the next couple of weeks.”

Harry never really saw himself being a dad someday, but as the day went on, and he watched Danielle interact with Sarah and Ryan, he suddenly understood why women would get baby fever seeing a man hold a baby. He may have only been with Danielle for five months, but fuck…he wanted to be the father of her kids. Yes, he got to spend an entire week with her and her classroom, but it’s not like he got to witness her loving on any of the kids. The way she cradled four-year-old Sarah to her chest as she napped, or splashed around in the water with Ryan, well, if he had ovaries they’d be bursting.

Seeing her help them at dinner was just as cute too. Sarah insisted that her booster chair be places next to Danielle, and Danielle ended up helping cut up Sarah’s chicken fingers. Then Harry got to witness Danielle tucking Sarah and Ryan in for the night to give Clark and Isabelle a break.

The two decide to turn in a bit early since it had been a long day. Danielle was sitting up in bed reading her romance novel. Harry was reading the same one. They had formed a little book club with another once they found out they liked the same genre of fiction.

“Dani?” He says to her.

“Hm?” She says without looking at him.

“Do you think you wanna have kids of your own one day? Or are your kindergartners enough kids for you?”

She immediately closes her book and looks at him. She was a little shocked.

“I…I always thought if I met the right person then I’d want to have kids. Like, turning that love into something physical, you know? What’s got you asking me about kids all of a sudden?”

“In all honesty…watching you with Ryan and Sarah today sort of sparked my interest. You’re so good with them in so many different ways. I…I mean I never really thought twice about having kids, but if you and I decide this is a long term thing…I’d love to be the person you have kids with.”

“Thought you didn’t like playing the what if game.” She leans in and pecks his lips.

“I don’t.”

“Okay, so, it’s not an if with us, Harry, it’s a when.”

He smiles and kisses her tenderly.

“You’re the love of my life, you know that?” He says against her lips before kissing her again.

The school year was just about to start again. Classes would begin just after Labor Day. How were Harry and Danielle spending their long weekend? Well, she was currently bouncing up and down on his dick reverse-cowgirl on her couch while he sucked a nasty bruise into her neck, rubbing her clit with one hand, and kneading one of her breasts with the other. She felt like she was drooling from how good everything felt. The two of them had both tanned nicely over the summer, and now they Danielle was fully back in her apartment, Harry was taking full advantage.

“Fuck, fuck!” She pants. Harry was thrusting up into her, pounding against her g-spot.

It was how she liked it, she didn’t care if she was sore later, and he was happy to give it to her like this. She turns her head slightly and she licks into his mouth to suck on his tongue. He replaces his tongue in her mouth with two of his fingers, which she was happy to suck on while his fingers continued to work her clit. They had been together for a while now, and sometimes when you were a little older, time didn’t make much of a difference when you were trying to check off certain boxes with the person you loved most. So, Harry just blurts out what he’s thinking.

“I think we should move in together.” He grunts, and she gasps around his fingers.

“Wh-what?” She says, whining because she’s so very close. This wasn’t the type of talk she enjoyed during sex. “Harry, please, I’m almost there, can we talk about this after?” She tugs at his hair, making him groan.

He grips her hips, helping her rock faster on him, and she goes to rub her own clit. He was fucking so hard and deep that she thought her spine was going to crack in half, but she didn’t fucking care. She wanted it. He hits it just right again, and her eyes roll into the back of her head as her back arches, her body molding into his as she rides it out. His come shoots up inside her a moment after, and he presses his lips to her temple. She tries to move off him, but he wraps his arms around her tummy to keep here there.

“Can we talk now?” He breathes, his breath hot on the shell of her ear and she whimpers. “I really think we should live together.”

“And whose place do you want to live at, hm? We’re both pack rats, Har. We both need home offices, we both-“

“Just answer the question: do you want to live together?”

“Yes.” She looks over her shoulder at him. “I do.”

“Okay, then.” He smiles and gently lifts her off of him. “Right when we started dating, I got pre-approved for a home loan.” He wraps her up in the blanket she has on the couch and carries her into the bedroom so they can both lay down before cleaning themselves up. “I put the house hunting on hold, obviously…I’d need to get pre-approved again since the three-month window they gave me lapsed, but…I can afford a pretty decent house.” He smiles fondly at Danielle. She had that after sex glow to her, and it always made him melt.

“You…you can afford a house?”

“I can.” He nods. “Been saving up for a while. I was sort of hoping…well…we could look at houses together. I could buy it, and then we could split the mortgage payments, or I could just pay the mortgage and you could take care of the utilities and other bills. Whatever makes more sense.” He shrugs. She blinks a few times and then licks her lips.

“I just…wow, I can’t believe you wanna do something so huge with me. Buying a house with someone is a pretty big deal.”

“I feel like it makes more sense to buy the house first, and then save back up for a wedding later, but that’s just me.” He gives her a smug look and her eyes widen. “I think that’s why the divorce rate is too high, not enough people live together before they get married.” A grin starts to form on her lips. “Don’t look at me like that, we’ve talked about long-term stuff before.”

“We’ve talked about hypothetical babies, not buying a house. Do you already have a realtor?”

“No, and we don’t really need one. We can just look up the houses we wanna see and contact the realtor that’s selling the home. A friend of mine did that and they said it was a way better experience.”

“I can’t believe this.” She shakes her and then giggles, throwing her arms around his neck. “You wanna be us a house! I wish I could help with the down payment, but my student loans have prevented me from putting a lot into my savings…”

“It’s no problem. You’re able to afford this place on your own, so I figured you’d be able to help with bills and stuff.”

“I definitely will be able to.” She kisses his cheek. “Let’s go take a shower and then we can start looking on realtor.”

“Eager.” He smirks as she tugs him up from the bed.

“Now’s the time to buy! All of the snowbirds who are looking to make the big plunge to warm weather full time will be looking to get rid of their houses, and with the school year starting we don’t really have to worry about competing with families. It’s perfect, Harry!”

It was, it really was.

By the beginning of October, the two were moved into a stunning home with four bedrooms, and four baths. They got just about everything on their wish list, and anything they didn’t, Harry said he could make happen. Danielle was able to pass out candy for Halloween to the kids in the neighborhood, which delighted her to no end because a few of her new and previous students stopped by. And when it came time for Thanksgiving, even though they weren’t full unpacked, Danielle was able to host a fabulous dinner for her family.

It wasn’t always perfect, they disagreed on paint colors, furniture, curtains, and rugs. They usually found some way to compromise, though. Sometimes Danielle had trouble checking her attitude at the door. There was one evening she got home a little later than usual, so Harry got dinner started. A nice gesture on his part, which she thanked him for. However, when it came time to clean up, she wouldn’t stop huffing while she loaded the dishwasher.

“Alright, what’s wrong?” He finally asks. “Why are you reorganizing everything?”

“Because you never put anything in here right.” She snaps. “Bowls and cups go on the top rack. Look at this! You put one of the little plates up here, how the fuck is that supposed to get cleaned properly?” She says as she moves the small plate to the bottom rack. “You also don’t load the silverware correctly. Did you want me to stab myself?! I’m usually the one that has to unload it.” She huffs again after throwing a pod in and turning the dishwasher on. She crosses her arms and looks at him. “I’m your girlfriend, not your mother.”

“I never said you were.” He crosses his arms as well, astonished at her tone.

“Yeah? So, did you think that your dirty socks and underwear just magically picked themselves up and put themselves into your hamper? Did you think that the bed magically gets made? Did you think that the broom and dustpan do a little fucking dance and that’s how the shmutz on the floor gets cleaned up?!”

“You’re making it seem like I don’t do anything to help out around here. I’m the one that rakes the leaves and mows the lawn, I’m the one that has to stop what I’m doing to come kill a bug every time you yelp, I’m the one that takes care of all the trash in the house-“

“Only when I say something about it overflowing. I have to tell you to do everything!”

“Look, I’m sorry I don’t load the dishwasher in the way that you’d prefer, but the dishes get clean, so-“

“No, they don’t. I either have to run it again, or I wash the stuff by hand. We’re gonna have kids someday, Harry, I don’t want them picking up on your bad habits.”

“My bad habits?!” Okay, now he was getting angry. “I have to ask you to clean your hair out of the shower drain. In fact, your hair is fucking everywhere! You never wipe off the mirror after you pop a pimple, which you know you shouldn’t be doing anyway.” He rolls his eyes. Her face falls into a deep frown. “Not so much fun when someone’s pointing out your flaws, is it?”

“Fuck off.” She turns on her heel and makes her way out of the kitchen.

“Oh, so that’s how it’s going to be. You’re going to start an argument with me, but you’re not going to finish it?” He says as he follows her out to the staircase.

“You asked me what was wrong, and I told you.” She states.

“Yeah, but you didn’t have to be such a bitch about it.” Her eyes widen with anger at that, and her nails press into her palms. She starts stomping her way upstairs. “Dani.” He sighs. “Shit, I didn’t mean to say that.” He follows her up the stairs.

“But you did.” She goes into the bedroom and almost shuts the door in his face, but he catches it, making his way in. “You men are all the same, you know that? Any time a woman calls you out on some crap, she’s a bitch.”

“You got upset over something as insignificant as loading a dishwasher. You know we’re lucky to even have one? There are people who don’t have the luxury.”

“Yeah, I know! And I’d probably be the one to always be washing the dishes.”

“If it bothered you that much, then why didn’t you say something to me before?”

“Because I didn’t want to come off as naggy! I don’t want to be one of those women that’s always telling their partner what to do and how to do it, but holy fuck, who actually raised you?! I mean, some of the things you do, I just don’t understand.” She shakes her head.

“We were obviously raised differently.” He sighs. “You know if you just told me-“

“But I don’t want to have to tell you! I don’t want to have to ask because I shouldn’t have to.”

“I’m not a mind reader, Dani!”

“I’m not asking you to be! But when the sink is full of dishes, do you think you could take care of it without me having to mention it? Do you think that when the trash is full you could just bag it up and take it and put a new bag in? I can’t tell you how many times I’ve accidentally thrown something out without a bag being in the barrel. It drives me bananas!”

“Okay, I’ll…I’ll try to be better about those things. I don’t want you to feel like you’re having to pick up after me.” He runs a hand through his hair.

“And…I’ll try to not just explode on you when something’s been bothering me.” She sits on the bed and lays back. “Ugh, I just had a long day. Kids are starting to get colds, and the meeting I had after school just wouldn’t end, I’m supposed to get my period in a couple of days so I feel bloated and gross.” Harry sits down next to her and rubs her thigh. He looks down at her with a soft smile. “Listen to me.” She sighs. “Here I am complaining about stupid things when you literally put your life at risk every time you go to work.”

“Don’t compare us, babe. You’re allowed to feel annoyed and stressed.”

“How do you always stay so calm?” She tugs him down to lay with her.

“I don’t know. It’s hard to stay upset when I have such a cute girlfriend.” He kisses her cheek and she giggles.

“I’m sorry I got so mad.”

“It’s okay, baby.” He kisses her cheek again. “We’re bound to have an argument once in a while. The most important thing is that we always make up afterwards.” He starts kissing on her neck and she bites her bottom lip.

“Harry, I just told you that I feel bloated and gross, and-“

“So, let me make you feel not gross.” He says as he moves on top of her. “Let me love on you, darling, it’ll help you destress.” He moves her up the bed until he’s situated between her legs. He undoes her pants and drags them down her legs. “Are you wearing boxer-briefs?” He questions.

“Y-yeah? I started buying them a little while ago. They’re more comfortable, and they breathe better. Plus, no panty lines.”

“How did I not notice this?” He blinks.

“Because I usually change when I get home into something a little sexier.” She chuckles.

“Actually…” He tugs on the band and lets it snap back against her skin. “You look pretty sexy in these.”

“Yeah?”

“Yeah.”

He tugs them off of her and kisses on her tummy. He parts he legs and licks around her folds. She sighs and lets her body rest into the mattress.

“I really feel like I don’t deserve this since I was so nasty to you.” She says as she cards her finger through his hair.

“You can make it up to me by letting me fuck your mouth afterwards. Seems like you could use a break from running it, hm?” He sucks on her clit, making her groan, and she nods.

“Yeah, seems fair to me.” She gasps as he licks into her warm center, and uses his thumb on her clit. “Would you make me come a few times, though, at least?”

Her gives her a devilish smirk, which she takes as a yes while he continues to work his tongue in and out of her. He gave her four orgasms before crawling up her body and stuffing his throbbing down her throat. Feeling her nails dig into his hips as he thrusted in and out of her was everything he needed. They didn’t do stuff like this often. He didn’t want to be one of those couples where certain types of sex or positions were used as punishments. But he knew Danielle genuinely enjoyed feeling a little bit of pain, not that they’d ever talked about it. He didn’t want to embarrass her by bringing up one of her very obvious kinks. Whenever he did fuck her throat, though, she always moaned around him, and she’d end up drenched between her legs all over again, so he knew she enjoyed it. He also made sure to love on her right afterwards, praising her, telling her how good she did for him, and he’d get a glass of water for her to sip on while he cleaned her up. They had good, healthy relationship in many aspects. He loved her, he really fucking loved her, and he never wanted to be without her.

“Dani, fuck, I love you, I love you so much, shit!” He cries out as he comes down her throat. He pulls away from her carefully and she smiles up at him after swallowing. He wipes a few stray tears away from her cheek.

“I love you too.” She says, voice hoarse, but still there.

“Do you feel like taking a bath tonight? I could rub your shoulders for you.”

“I’d like that, yeah, thanks.”

A couple of months later, and it was fire safety week once again. They made it through their first holiday season together, and his thirty-third birthday. Now they had been together an entire year, owned a home together, and were looking into potentially getting a dog. Harry had told her all about the senior dogs at the shelter, and Danielle sort of liked the idea of not having to train a puppy, even if they were undeniably cute.

All of the kids in both of Danielle’s groups knew that Chief Styles was Miss Robinson’s very special friend because she had a picture of the two of them on her desk, and one of him as her desktop wallpaper. It was no surprise that some of the kids teased them a bit, and asked some personal questions, but other than that the week was going well as it usually did. When Friday rolled around, it was time for the kids to put on their performance for the fire department. It was an assembly all of the grades came to, along with the other teachers. Once the four songs, and a skit, are over, Harry goes up to give his thanks just as he did last year.

“Thank you all so much for another fantastic week. Fire safety is extremely important to learn at a young age. I know we had a lot of fun together, but remember, when you’re missing Chief Styles, don’t call 911 to talk to him. Have your parent or guardian come down to the fire house, and we can say hello there, alright?” That was usually where the assembly would end, but today things were going to go a little differently. “If I could have all of the kids back up on stage for a moment? Parents, I promise this won’t take more than a couple of minutes.”

Danielle was visibly confused because she hadn’t planned anything else with the students, and Harry hadn’t mentioned adding anything special today. So, she sat in her seat in the front row and watched. She leaned over next to one of her colleagues.

“Do you know what’s going on?” She asks.

“Just watch, Dani.” Her colleague says, and Danielle sits up straight in her seat again.

All of the kids were holding a piece of paper in their hands. It was facing blank towards the audience. Some of them were giggling as Harry and the other fire fighters placed them in certain spots. Ralph gives Harry a thumbs up, and he starts speaking into the microphone again.

“Not a lot of people know this, or maybe they do, I don’t really know, but last year was my first year getting to host fire safety week with the lovely Miss Robinson, and over this last year she’s managed to steal my heart, giving me the great privilege of calling her my girlfriend.” The kids behind him snicker and giggle. “You said you’d all be cool, come on.” He looks over at Danielle, who still really had no idea what the fuck was going on. “Miss Robinson, could you come here for a moment?”

She nods, and gets up slowly, walking over to him. He takes one of his hands in hers.

“What are you doing?” She whispers.

“You’ll see.” He winks. “Miss Robinson has taught her kids how to spell lots of interesting words already this year. She teaches them how to sound things out, and all that good stuff. I had a chance to teach them something this week and they’ve been dying to show you.” He tugs her to the side so the whole audience will be able to see. “Alright, kids, flip your papers over to show Miss Robinson.”

She gasps when she sees it, cupping a hand over her mouth as her eyes start to well up. All of the papers spelled out: M I S S – R O B I N S O N – W I L L – Y O U – M A R R Y – M E ? She looks at Harry, who was now down on one knee, holding up a gorgeous ring in a little black, velvet box.

“It says, Miss Robinson, will you marry me?” He says to her with a beaming smile.

“I can see that.” She says, wiping some tears from her cheeks.

“Will you?”

“Yes! Oh my god, yes.” Everyone in the room cheers as Harry slips the ring on her finger. He stands up, and kisses her, not to vulgarly because there were kids around, but enough to show how happy he was that she said yes. “When did you have the time to plan all of this with them?”

“Got their parents’ emails from one of the other teachers.” He smirks. “Are you surprised?”

“I’m shocked!” She turns to her students. “You all kept such a big secret from me!” They crowd around her to hug her as she opens her arms for them.

A ton of the teachers, parents, and fire fighters all come up to the congratulate the pair. Once all of the fuss is over, and the cafeteria is cleared, Harry and Danielle go back to her classroom so she can pack up her things for the day.

“Do you like the ring?” He asks nervously.

“Are you kidding, I love it! It’s so beautiful, baby.” She pecks his lips. “I can’t wait to call my parents, I’m buzzing! Think of how cute Sarah’s going to be as a flower girl. Oh, and they’ll start calling you Uncle Harry, how sweet!”

“Gonna have to let Ryan be a groomsman, or I think he’ll try to kill me.” Harry chuckles. “He’s quite protective over his Auntie Dani.”

“And don’t you forget it.” She presses her finger to his chest. He leans in and kisses her tenderly. Normally, Danielle didn’t like getting so lovey dovey in her classroom, but she figured she had a good excuse in case anyone walked in. “I still can’t believe you planned all of that and pulled it off. Those kids usually can’t keep a secret.”

“I promised them all a ride in one of the fire trucks if they kept their mouths shut.”

“Damn, that was really smart.” She chuckles.

“I’d say so.” He smirks. “Do you feel like going out to eat tonight to celebrate? Ralph and his husband were hoping to treat us.”

“Sure.” She nods. “I’ll just need to cancel my yoga classes really quick.”

“You can still teach your classes if you want. I can just tell him we won’t be ready until later.”

“No, see, I wanna go home, and stay there for a bit.” She tugs on the suspenders that were keeping his fire pants up. “I’d like to celebrate with you privately first, Chief Styles.” She takes his hat off and puts it on her own head before catching his bottom lip between her teeth and sucking on it. He groans into the kiss, and she lets his lip snap back. He had inadvertently put her into one of her ‘Chief Styles/Miss Robinson’ moods, which he wasn’t upset about in the least. “How’s that sound?”

“Well, Miss Robinson, I’d say it sounds like you’re trying to seduce me.” He smirks, and she rolls her eyes. It was her least favorite joke.

“I can’t wait to be Danielle Robinson Styles so that you can’t make that stupid fucking joke anymore. I’m not a forty-year-old woman seducing a recent college grad!” His face softens immensely. “What?”

“Nothing.” He puts his hands on her hips and gives her a squeeze. “I just…I didn’t think you’d want to change your name, is all.”

“Harry, I’d be proud to be called Mrs. Styles. Think of how cute it’ll be after we get married and I have a new class, and then when you come in for fire safety week, I’ll be able to say my husband, Chief Styles.” She pouts at him.

“Alright, it’s time we get you home before my stiffy pops through my pants.”

She giggles as she grabs her bag, and they both rush out of her classroom, and out to the car. They held hands the while way home, not wanting to be apart from one another’s touch for even a second.

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prologue [dirty secrets]

Summary: At 17, you witnessed your father murdered by vampires. Two men save you, taking you in. But the hard part is, you were thinking about them a little too much.

Series warnings: underage reader, consensual underage sex, explicit sexual content, underage drinking, language, violence, gore, angst, major character death, major age difference, size kink, unprotected sex

Word count: 2.4k

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Taking a sip of the cooler, you relaxed in the lounge chair, feeling the sun beat down on your skin, relishing in the summer heat. Ariana Grande sang in your ear, the upbeat music hyping you up as you laid beside the pool, watching you skin sizzle underneath the bright sun. The pool sparkled in front of you, the waves of light bouncing off the water. If anything, it was heaven.

A much needed rest, a summer break was exactly what you had awaited for a week ago after a few days of stressing about finals had been worth it. Sitting on the pool deck, you let the hot, humid air consume you, enjoying the unauthorized alcohol you held. You knew your dad was around the house somewhere, probably in his office working like a madman, but you gave up trying to get him to relax after he incoherently mumbled something about a meeting with a Zuckerberg. You hadn't want to get anywhere near that alien.

A few messages from a group chat had showed up on your lock screen before you had enough of the interruptions, and put your phone on silent, listening to the music as you read the book splayed across your lap.

The adorable Doberman laying beside your legs perked up as you turned the page of Anna Karenina, the dog turning his head, looking at the glass door behind you, barking at the commotion in the spacious living room. Draco got up, waiting for you to follow him.

You heaved a sigh, taking off the AirPods you had implanted in your ear, and ear-marked the page on your book. As you got up you looked through the glass wall, spotting two suited men entering the gigantic entrance, talking to your dad. Draco scratched at the glass door, and you walked over to it, opening the door for the dog.

The three of them looked up, watching Draco run up to the men in excitement, wiggling his tail as he jumped on the taller man, whimpering to be pet. Before anyone could react, you cursed, running after Draco with only your hot pink bikini on. "Shit! Sorry, he gets really excited."

Your father threw you a look, and you rolled your eyes at her, not caring about the swearing while the shaggy-haired man lets out a chuckle, petting the Doberman's head. "It's okay. Hi, buddy."

"Agent." his green-eyed partnered interrupted, letting out a cough as if to break his partner from the puppy trance. Green Eyes' eyes shifted to you for half a second, quickly noticing you were practically naked. He had an edge to him, a frat-boy sort of vibe as he looked around the spacious living room, his light brown hair pushed back into a clean hairstyle.

"Pumpkin, this is Agent Stark," he gestured to Green Eyes, then at the tall man who was still petting Draco before reaching into his pocket to reveal a badge, Gibbons following his actions. "and Agent Banner."

Dread ran through your veins, and you tensed up at the mention of the FBI. For no particular reason, you went through all the slightly illegal things you had ever done in the past seventeen years, quickly trying to come up with reasonable excuses for why you did them; including drinking the cooler you had previously held. But then realization washed through you, the FBI wouldn't send their agents for the small things, right?

With an arched eyebrow, you slowly took back your dog, a small smile resting on Banner's lips. "Like the Avengers?"

Genuine surprise flashed across Stark's face, an impressed look twinkling in his eyes as he took you in. A smack on his partner's arm, he smiled, his husky voice piercing the room. "Exactly like the Avengers."

Banner rolled his eyes, putting his golden badge back in his suit. Something about him pulled you in, maybe it was the amount of grief in his eyes that you related to or the way he carried himself. If only you were one year older. "Mr. Pierce, we'd like to ask you a couple of questions about your business associate, Andrew Daniels."

Your dad nodded, motioning for the agents to sit on the couch, doing so himself. Turning to you, he murmured, "Sweetheart, why don't you get dressed and take Draco on a walk?"

"Actually, we'd like to Ms. Pierce, too." Stark interjected, his green eyes meeting yours. To say you wanted both of them was the understatement of the year, trying to hold yourself back from flirting with a Federal agent. "If you don't mind."

"Of course not. Lemme just put something on and I'll be right back." you replied, walking back outside to put on the dress you had abandoned on the chair next to yours. You heard the low voices as you returned back, sitting on the leather recliner, across from the two agents, Draco sitting beside your feet.

"...and when was the last time you heard from Mr. Daniels?" Agent Banner asked, glancing at you as you sat down, giving you a quick smile.

"Several years ago. Unfortunately, we didn't end on the best of terms. We started the company but he left due to his wife's death, and gave me free reins. After a few years, I got a break and I think he resented me for having the life he lost." said your father, slowly shaking his head, glancing at you. "His son had died in a car accident shortly after his wife's passing; it was too much for Andy, and he snapped. He came into my office one day, started accusing me for stealing the life he planned, threatened to take my daughter. I had no choice but to call security and press charges."

The two agents shared a look, an understanding falling over them. Stark cleared his throat, his Adam Apple bobbing. "Other than that accident, has he done anything violent or threatening to you or your family?"

"Not that I know of. After that incident, I made sure there was always someone by my daughter's side, but she proved well enough she could take care of herself." the businessman gleamed with pride at you, the only family he had left. You gave him a small grin, rolling your eyes at the sentiment. "That was the last time we ever spoke. You're free to look around here or my building if you want."

Agent Banner nodded, clasping his hands together. "Would you mind showing my partner your office while I talk to Ms. Pierce?"

"Not at all." your father stood up, Stark mirroring his actions. Side-stepping the glass table, your dad motioned for the green-eyed man to follow him. "Right this way, Agent."

As they climbed up the glass stairs, you turned your attention back to the chestnut-haired agent, wishing you could make a deal with the devil to have him lock his lips with yours. Draco prowled over to him, unexpectedly jumping on his lap, the Doberman's head itching to be petted. You both laughed at his enthusiasm.

"I think that's my fault. I've been so busy lately I forgot to show my baby some love." you claimed, staring at the touch-starved dog as he was petted by the nice—and sexy—agent.

"Don't blame yourself too much. He's still a puppy and they're always so energetic." Banner replied, his lips pulling at the corner, as if he was one joke away from laughing. The sunlight reflected off the concrete from the pool deck hit his face at just the right angle to see the pool of brown swimming in his hazel eyes. "Um, what do you remember about Andrew Daniels?"

"Not much." you shrugged, trying to remember as much as you could about the man. You held up the angel wings that hung around your neck, showing him the diamond necklace. "He got me this when I was, like, three. I think that was the last time I saw him. My memory is a little blurry but he was nice. My dad told me that his wife died giving birth and his daughter died with her."

His brows furrowed, his lips turning down into a frown. The agent tilted his head. "How old are you, Ms. Pierce?"

"Seventeen," you answered, grabbing the glass of water your father had laid out on the table. Agent Banner watched your chug it down. "Can I ask what happened? Did he go missing or something?"

"We're not sure what exactly happened, but we think Mr. Daniels could be a suspect in a crime we're investigating. From what we've gathered, neither you or you father are in any danger. Yet. He seems to be straying from the city." Agent Banner informed. He continued to pet the Doberman, amused by the dog's panting. "You won't have to worry, your father's security was hard enough to pass that you'll be protected if he does come. If you don't feel safe, or you remember some more information, give me a call."

He reached in his suit pocket, placing the blank piece of paper on the table as he grabbed the pen beside the vase of Rosas. He scribbled a ten digits on the paper before handing it to you. Your nails slightly grazed his knuckles as you reached for it, clenching it in your fist prior to stuffing it in your phone case. "Thanks."

"Are you okay, Ms. Pierce?"

"Not really. You'd think by now I'd be used to this kind of stuff but—" you began, cutting yourself off before you could reveal the traumas you went through. But the hazel-eyed agent caught on, an eyebrow rising in interest. You wave it away, telling him your name. "You don't have to call me Ms. Pierce."

"Alright." he nodded, his lips curving as he said your name. You bit back a giggle, loving the way your name sounded on his lips. You could only imagine how his partner would sound.

Your father and Agent Stark returned, making the agent in front of you get up. Draco returned to you, a whine leaving his snout at the absence of the friendly FBI agent. Focusing your attention on the dog, you barely heard them wrap up their little interrogation, petting Draco long enough to almost miss Agent Banner giving your dad a business card.

"If he reaches out, or if you need any kind of help, call us." Agent Stark muttered, seemingly unsatisfied by what he had uncovered. Both agents gave you a nod as they were led to the door by your father.

Confused by the questions and, overall, the situation, you stood, waiting until the FBI agents had backed out of the gigantic, gated driveway in their black Impala before following your father to the kitchen. When neither of you said anything, the silence grew deafening enough for you to speak up.

"Dad, you okay? You look very tense, and a little constipated." you murmured, more worried about your father's health than what the Feds had brought up. He nodded, waving away the question while he got himself a beer from the fridge. You sighed. "It'll be okay. You have a shit ton of security here."

"That's not what I'm worried about, pumpkin." he mumbled, ruffling your hair as he passed by. You followed him through the living room, once again waiting for him to explain. He watched Draco snuggle against your leg, the knee length dress hovering over the dog's head. "I've— I need to make a few calls and then head to the office. You stay in the house until this situation gets cleared up, you understand? Don't you dare leave this property until Andrew Daniels is in cuffs."

You blanched, surprised by the sudden strictness. Over the years, you had free reign on your whereabouts and even your activities, and you father had never commented about it unless it had been really unsafe. But you couldn't see the immediate danger of the current situation and this Andrew guy didn't seem to be a serial killer by the nonexistent murders on the news. "You're fucking with me."

"No, and I mean it. You're not going to that bonfire tonight, or shopping tomorrow. Cancel your plans for the rest of the week 'cause you're staying inside, you understand?" he instructed, taking his phone out of his pocket.

Reaching out, you grabbed his phone, drawing his attention back to you. Your complaint came out sounding a lot more of a whine than you had wished. "No, I'm not. You're overreacting, and I'm going to that bonfire."

"The hell you are." said your father, crossing his arms, a stern look etched on his face. You challenged him, raising a brow. "You're staying in, watch some movies, invite anyone you want but you're not leaving this house. Not tonight."

"No."

"I'm not asking."

"Good thing I'm not listening." you snapped back, giving him back his phone, shoving it into his hands as you walked past him, practically storming away. "I'm going to that party, and you can't stop me. But have fun trying, daddy."

The CEO crumbled, unable to grow a pair of balls to stand up to his stubborn daughter. After all, you were his soft spot that he sometimes considered a weakness. He sighed, groaning in defeat. "Fine. Fine. Give me your phone."

Reluctantly, you handed your phone over, your curiosity growing as he took out the business card from the Feds. He looked back and forth between the screen and the paper, his finger tapping away at the screen. After a minute, he gave the phone back, the new contact information staring at you. You arched an eyebrow, seeing the agents' names on the screen.

"Really?" you questioned, reading the number.

He nodded. "You already have Edgar's number, but in the off chance he doesn't come, call them. And stay away from Matt Burke's kid."

"Jesus." you sighed, unable to sass back as he answered an incoming phone call. The phone in your hand vibrated, a text notification popping up. You swiped the banner up, too annoyed to text back when you saw the number. Taking out the paper you stuffed in your phone case, you opened it, comparing the numbers written on the paper and the ones typed on the contact information of business card Agent Banner had given your father.

It was different. You ignored the possible theories as you threw the piece of paper on the glass table. It had to been a simple mistake, after all, they did have the same area code.

With Draco by your side, you went back outside, taking off the dress to continue sizzling your skin. In the midst of the loud music playing in your ears and reading the spicy novel that you had forgotten your curiosity on what Andrew Daniels could possibly have done.

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secret-ssociety · 3 years

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Behind the scenes

Pairing(s): Aaron Tveit x Reader, Les Mis (2012) cast x Reader

Warnings: This is just fluff. Like one curse

Summary: It is never intended for Enjolras and Eponine to fall in love in the original story, but a lot of things can happen when the cameras are turned off

A/N: I know everyone is waiting for more of the Let Me Down series but I have wanted to do this for a long time bc I am utterly in love with this man and I've always said I don't want to just write Peter Parker's stuff. Might make this several parts, who knows, I like things with parts.

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For the first time in the whole day, silence fell upon the set of Les Mis, being only vaguely interrupted by the quiet chatter of everyone else who, unlike you, still had energy to talk. It's not like it was your fault, though, you had no idea of how much running around implied to play Eponine.

Huddled in a quiet corner of what had been built to be the Café Musain, you pushed your knees against your chest and hid your face between them, hoping to catch some rest before Tom decided he wanted to do a scene again. Was it maybe two in the morning? Three? You didn't even know anymore, you weren't allowed to carry a watch around your wrist and your phone was charging in your trailer, but the last time you had checked it was midnight and that had been a few hours ago.

Doing a movie, you had come to learn in your first few days of filming, was quite different from putting up a show. Interacting with your surroundings, going over scenes and even directing your eyes to a certain place while saying your lines was a world away from your common place on stage. You'd had to repress a loud squeak on your first day on set when you saw just how real everything looked, and when you started to try on your garments... you might as well have been a street urchin on Paris, 1832.

A small finger touched your shoulder timidly, waking you up from your fragile sleep and making you lift your head from its place. Your eyes took a few seconds to adjust to the light and you even had to squint a little to recognize Daniel standing next to you, looking just as tired, but with a small flame of caffeine dancing in the back of his eyes. Who the fuck gave the kid coffee? You wondered.

"How long do you think they'll keep us here?" he asked sitting next to you. From all your cast mates, Daniel was probably the first one you had grown fond of, but then again, so had everyone.

"Maybe not much longer, unless they want us to be here at noon tomorrow," you answered raising an eyebrow. Being the youngest person on the whole set, you could tell he was trying to hold his own like the adults, drinking coffee and doing his best to stay awake.

The problem with that, you knew, was that caffeine reacted differently on kids and adults: when an adult drinks coffee, it gives them energy for a long period of time, the caffeine is distributed in order to serve the body for good while. When a child drinks coffee, on the other hand, the caffeine gives them a rush of adrenaline that gets them jumping up and down and running circles around the adults, very much like Daniel was doing a while ago, thus burning all the energy they had acquired as fast as they had engorged it.

"You want to rest for a minute?" you asked him, stretching your legs so that he could rest his head on them. He shook his head tiredly, but didn't put up a fight when you grabbed his shoulder and started to lay him down.

Softly, you caressed his hair, while carefully trying to undo the tangles the dirt had made onto his hair to give him that street gamine I-live-in-the-elephant-of-the-Bastille look. In a matter of seconds, he was fully asleep, snoring quietly against the fabric of your skirt.

You heard some of the boys approaching, laughing loudly with cups of steaming coffee on their hands, and were quick to lift your finger up to your lips, to let them know of the resting boy that would be quickly awaken by their laughs. They apologized in whispers, handed you the cup they had brought for you and sat around you.

"Helena is trying to convince them to let us go to the hotel," Alistair commented, although he didn't look tired at all, more like he was amused by everyone else's exhaustion.

You sighed in relief against the cup, which was held close to your lips, making the steam hit your face in a warmth that made you aware of how cold your nose was. Only one gulp of the bitter liquid was enough to warm the blood flowing through your veins and take you back to life, you could open your eyes properly and the first the landed on was one of the most distinctive of your cast mates: Aaron Tveit.

Was there something special about him that made you think of his full name instead of just the first? Yeah, everything. He was the embodiment of the Enjolras Victor Hugo had wrote, the one that had been nicknamed Apollo by his friends. Maybe it was the way he held himself, somehow taller than everyone else, with that revolutionary fire in his eyes and walking around the set like he was actually going to get the people to build a barricade.

Wherever he happened to exist, you couldn't help but feel the presence of an olden god amongst mortals, the time go slower and light to travel in a bliss. There was just something so ethereal about him...

"He's talent, isn't he?" Alistair commented, having followed the direction of your eyes. "Among other things," Eddie joked, perhaps having caught on on the repressed smitten nature of your gaze. Stubbornly, you rolled your eyes.

As if saved by the bell, your director announced that everyone was allowed to go and get some rest, under the condition that you had to be back the next day before lunch. You were so tired, you almost forgot you were on your costume, being remembered by Eddie when you walked straight to the exit.

Up until that day, you had followed you stylist's skincare routine religiously every day after finishing filming, but once you found yourself in your sweatpants and Alistair's sweater, you simply poured water in your face and wiped all the makeup away with a paper towel.

Outside of your trailer, you found at least half of the Amis waiting for you to go grab some pizza while forming a wall to shield a newly caffeinated Daniel from your accusatory eyes. "I just left my cup unattended for a second!" George said quickly. You didn't know if you should laugh or yell at them, but you decided you were too tired to do either, so you simply took his hands and walk with the boys to the minivans the studio had hired for your transportation.

Eating pizza after having barely washed the makeup off of your face and only having a few hours to sleep after? You knew you were going to break out, but that was a tomorrow's problem.

Perhaps it was the magic that gravitated around Aaron that made you look back to see him, walking several feet behind the lot of you and clearly immersed on his thoughts. What you did next wasn't exactly a conscious decision, but it felt as natural as if it were.

"Hey, Tveit," you smiled, stopping before him. He looked surprised for a second, since he hadn't heard you approach him, but then smiled softly at you.

"Hello, Y/L/N," he said back, looking at you with those piercing eyes of him.

"We're going to grab a bite, wanna come?" You asked with a bright smile, one so cute that made it hard for him to say no.

"I don't know, it's late..." he said with half a smile.

"Did you know that pizza wasn't invented until the late half of the 18th century," you said, persistently, making him raise an eyebrow at the random fact, "that means all of our characters died without having ever eaten pizza. Shouldn't we, in order to honor them, do the things they never got to do?"

Aaron tried as hard as he could to fight back a smile at your argument. He had heard from the other guys about your occurrences and funny yet charming way with words, but he still hadn't had a chance to delight himself with it all too much. Maybe you were both too busy, maybe he wasn't as good as he liked to think to break the ice and Alistair had beat him to it.

He was practically convinced already, but still you added, "come on, Enjolras is still going to be here tomorrow morning... er, today a little less morning." You corrected checking the time on your wrist watch.

He was tired and not really hungry, but sill he nodded and followed you to the exit, where the rest of your friends cheered upon his joining.

Thankfully, the place Fra Fee knew was not too far away from the hotel, because none of you would have managed to walk too much after the day you'd had. Pulling a couple of tables together with the help of a waitress who pretended not to be a little starstruck, all of you sat down and ordered. You personally tried to ignore the way Eddie gave you his sit so that you would end up sat next to Aaron.

After ordering three large pizzas and some lemonade, and having grudgingly remembered that you couldn't order a beer or anything of the sort, you resumed your chattery. You soon found that, while you weren't the only theatre actress on the room, you were the only one who had never been on a film before. Still, that didn't mean your previous work had gone unnoticed.

"I was really excited to meet Y/N," Eddie commented on Daniel's side, "because I went to see her in The Phantom of The Opera, in London and I was" he made the gesture of his head blowing up, making you laugh.

"Yes, I knew I had seen you somewhere! You're Christine Daaé!" George exclaimed, interrupting the bite he was about to give to his pizza.

"Didn't you say on the first table reading that your dream role is Esmeralda, from the Hunchback?" Aaron perked up, making you blush a little.

"Esmeralda, Christine and Eponine," Alistair numbered, only giving you time to nod, "are you planning on becoming the Holy Trinity of French Theater?"

"I'll be able to say the Holy Trinity of French Theater died in my arms!"

You almost spilled your lemonade at the exclamation, unable to contain your laughs, very much like everyone else on the table. You didn't mean for your face to be as red as it was in that moment, but you couldn't help it when everyone seemed to be so interested in your past work. Despite attention being your line of work, you didn't know how to handle it that good.

It was when Daniel's adrenaline burnt off, as you had predicted, and he was found too tiresd to even keep his head up that you came back to the hotel, with the quiet company of Aaron, who had also offered to take the young boy back to his room. You were both in silence, though it was not an awkward one, it just wasn't necessary to talk to enjoy the other's company.

"We're getting a cow," he said suddenly, when you were approaching the entrance of the hotel.

"What?" You asked with a confused smile.

"We're getting a cow, on the set, tomorrow," he clarified grinning, "she will be there for the scenes of the barricade."

"Why would a cow be on a barricade?" You questioned with a laugh, opening the door for Aaron, since he was carrying Daniel, and receiving a little thank you in return. "Not that I'm complaining."

He laughed in return and followed you to the elevator, making sure neither the young boy nor the jacket he had put over him fell from his embrace. The cow thing had just been to start conversation and be able to ask what he really wanted to know, although he was a little pumped up about the cow.

"Do you want to do what Alistair said?" He asked curiously, "About being the Holy Trinity of French Theater, it is."

"I had never thought about it that way, but it sounds quite nice," you answer thoughtfully. "Though, I believe I would have to play Eponine on a stage, rather than a set to really earn that title."

"You're not liking movie making so far?" He asked somewhat amused, specially when you whipped your head to look at him with wide eyes.

"No! That's not what I mean," you talked so fast you nearly stumbled through your words, but the kindness on his eyes made you sigh and calm down. "This has been amazing so far and I would never underestimate the huge effort it takes to make one of these. I mean, I've only been doing this for a couple days and I'm already beyond exhaustion. And yet it has been wonderful, the set and the preparation and just seeing all the work it implies is... unbelievable."

You knocked three time on the door, to see Daniel's mother not two seconds later. Aaron had been worried that maybe she would be concerned and even a little mad at how late her son was coming back, but you had been texting her throughout the extra hours of shooting and to let her know you were going to take him to eat something before coming back to the hotel.

She kindly thanked you both, took Daniel (who was still sound sleep) on her arms and gave Aaron his jacket back, to then close the door. Without saying much, he walked you to your own room, prompting you to continue.

"Where was I? Oh, yeah! So filming a movie is... I'm running out of adjectives, but it's really great," he chuckled slightly, "but I don't think it can top the feeling of being on the theater," you sighed dreamily.

"On stage, there is no take two, the things you're doing can only be done once. There's..." your tongue ran through your lips, an action Aaron found almost mesmerizing, as you tried to find the words to describe the thing you loved the most in the world. "There's this feeling, when the show is about to start, the lights dim, the overture starts and you get goosebumps and you heart starts thumping at the moment you come on stage, there's something about that moment being unrepeatable and having the eyes of the crowd on you, the adrenaline is just... is like the identity line that divides the actor from their character disappears and in that moment you're not quite them, but you're not you, you're just..." you let out a breath at the inability to find the word and, for a moment, you worried you might have bored him with your rambling, but he had that bliss over his face, the one only a theatre actor knows and has, that told you he knew exactly what you're talking about.

The next morning, back on set and with your costumes again covering your backs, Aaron found himself so hypnotized by the sight of you rehearsing with Amanda his tea got cold and was utterly scared when Eddie's palm fell onto his back, dragging him out of his day dream.

"Is this the part when the Phantom is stalking Christine?" George asked jokingly, making Aaron roll his eyes.

For someone who made so much fun of him for becoming Enjolras, he had certainly developed Grantaire's mocking nature.

"She's really talented," the blonde man answered nonchalantly, drinking from his tea and making a face when he found out the drink was cold.

"I see," Eddie said handing him his tea, "are you seeing our dear Y/N under a new light?"

Was he? It would be a lie to say he didn't come back to his room with you occupying every single one of his thoughts, his heart fluttering who had managed to put his passion for theatre in words. Had his hands always became a little shaky around you? Yes. But today it was even worse.

Today, your voice giving life to Eponine's thoughts and emotions could make his cheeks blush or bring tears to his eyes in a matter of a second. Today, you walked around with a strange light over you, one that didn't allow him to look away while, at the same time, reprehended him for staring. Today, you were more than an artist, an actress. You were something more than human.

"Nonsense," he replied stubbornly, "I have always known how talented she is."

Before he could get a sarcastic comment or a snide yet friendly remark, the three men's chatter was interrupted by the two previously mentioned ladies rehearsing The Robbery, one of the scenes you planned on filming that day.

"It's the police! Disappear! Run for it!" Your strong soprano voice cut all chattery in one swift motion. "It's Javert!"

He probably held his breath for as long as you held the note. Once you opened your eyes, you seemed a little embarrassed at all the eyes on you, but Aaron didn't understand just what did you have to be embarrassed about.

Eddie shook his shoulder, "breathe, mate!"

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“I think we should give the bridge to heesung”. soobin suggests at the soundboard with headphones on, listening to the recorded single over and over again. yeonjun ignores soobin’s overly loud tone and pushes his headphones off his ears. “what makes you say that?”.

“I think he can hit those notes at a better range”.

“let us hear it”. beomgyu requests, with taehyun and kai backing him in agreement. soobin unplugs the headphones and drags the slider to the bridge duration, allowing the song to blare through the speaker. the four of the boys nod, seeing where he was coming from. all with the exception of yeonjun whose phone consistently buzzed in his pocket. he fishes it out and reads daniel’s caller ID before putting a finger up.

“hold on guys I have to take this”.

he steps out of the studio and into the much quieter hallway to answer. it was rare that daniel ever called him so he knew it had to be something serious.

“hello? what’s up daniel?”.

“dad? are you coming?”.

yeonjun checks his watch, seeing that it was past 6pm. daniel should’ve been home from basketball practice by now.

“what do you mean am I coming? your mom didn’t come pick you up?”.

daniel sighs into the phone looking around the empty gym. it was just him and his coach left to leave.

“no I think she forgot again. and she’s not answering her phone”.

as much as yeonjun wanted to curse into the phone about leah he kept himself in control. he never wanted his kids to hear him talking about their mother that way. but sometimes she really pissed yeonjun off with her carelessness and there was no other way to express it in her absence.

“don’t worry danny I’m on my way alright? call your sister and tell her I’m coming to get her from ballet too”.

after hanging up the call yeonjun rushes back in the studio and shoves his coat on while frantically grabbing his car keys. “everything alright hyung?”. kai asked, immediately reading yeonjun’s frustrated facial expressions.

“yeah it’s alright I just have to go pick the kids up. leah forgot. text me about any changes made to the song”.

he made his drive on the freeway quicker than the speed limit but that‘s just how yeonjun was. he hated when his children were the last to leave anything, especially when it was due to leah’s forgetfulness. in the car he even tried to dial her number a few times only for it to go straight to voicemail. he wondered what the hell she could be so busy with that could make her forget her children. even if yeonjun had the most hectic day at work, they’re the number one thing he’d never forget.

once he was in front of the school he shuts the driver door and jogs into the gymnasium, shaking the coach’s hand with an apology.

“I’m so sorry about this coach. there was a little miscommunication between me and my wife today”.

“it’s no problem yeonjun I completely understand”. he chuckles finely. but yeonjun did feel bad. he didn’t know what the coach had planned for the evening. suppose him waiting with daniel ruined them? he was truly sorry and embarrassed.

he coupled daniel’s hand in his, “thank you for waiting with him. I’ll make sure this never happens again”.

“it’s really fine yeonjun, you two drive safe!”.

yeonjun bids him a good “you too!”. in exchange before walking daniel to the car. they weren’t even in the car for five seconds before daniel already started his shenanigans. he threw his backpack in the passenger seat and climbs in, strapping his seatbelt across his chest and placing his feet on the dashboard.

“daniel? what did I tell you about that? get your feet off the dashboard”.

he slides them off and huffs his breath. “the front seat is better when you sit that way”.

“oh yeah? what happens if you get into a car accident like that?”.

daniel huffs his breath again and this time adds an eye roll. a message pinged at his phone, and if yeonjun was side eying him correctly he could’ve swore he saw a smirk spread across his son’s face.

“what are you smirking for? who is that?”. yeonjun questions, speeding on the freeway again.

“my girlfriend”.

yeonjun looks at him oddly. “girlfriend? when did you get a girlfriend? you’re only nine years old”.

“yesterday”.

“and you two exchanged numbers that fast? what does her parents think?”.

“dad why are you being so weird? we’re just texting”.

“you’re too young for a girlfriend. and you guys better not be talking about sex”.

daniel fake gags at his father’s words.

“do you even know what sex is?”. yeonjun adds.

“yes dad I know”.

“and that you shouldn’t---”.

“I shouldn’t be having it until I’m 18. I know”.

being that they were born in the times of advanced technology yeonjun knew he couldn’t quite control his children’s media consumption. he knew they had to know about some things, sooner or later. no matter how much they knew though yeonjun always kept a strict hand. he wasn’t going to just let them go be wild just because they were knowledgeable.

“good, wait here while I go get your sister”. yeonjun parks perfectly in front of the ballet studio and gets out of his car to go fetch her. once he was out of sight daniel immediately unlocks his phone and deletes the text messages he knew his father would flip out about if he saw.

yeonjun sincerely apologizes to the ballet instructor just as he did the coach, promising that this mishap wouldn’t happen again. the more he apologized the angrier he became at Leah, the one who was truly at fault here. nevertheless he grabs myla’s hand, complimenting her about how cute she looked in her purple tutu. she soon climbs in the backseat, scrunching her face up at her older brother.

“daddy how come daniel always get to sit in the front seat?”. she whines.

“because he’s the oldest myla. plus you’re too small for the front seat. we’ve talked about this”.

she crosses her arms and mumbles, “that isn’t fair”.

“life isn’t fair”. daniel rebuttals.

“shut up daniel”.

“you shut up ugly”.

“guys. if I hear another argument on our way home I’m going to make you two hold hands for the rest of the night”.

“ew!”. myla blurted.

“I’d die if I touch her”.

“then stop arguing then. I only want to hear compliments”.

myla fiddles with the ruffles on her tutu for a short moment. “you know what? I love you daniel”.

the oldest boy slowly looks back at her, wondering what in the hell she could possibly be talking about. yeonjun smiled a little obviously pleased that she was being obedient.

“every time I talk to you, you make me feel smarter“. she continues.

“dad! do you hear your daughter? this is why I’m the good child”.

yeonjun knits his eyebrows, “okay number one daniel, you’re not the good child. number two myla what did I just say?”.

the girl pouts her lips a little in response. “daddy I’m hungry”. she whines shifting the subject. that reminded yeonjun, this was around the time leah was supposed to have the kids home already and cooking them dinner. he had the urge to curse again but withheld them for the sake of his children’s ears.

“after we pick up your brother we’re going to go home and eat okay? I’m kind of hungry too”.

on days where the kids had to stay out for extra activities, yeonjun’s mother did the honor of caring for logan until either one of his parent’s picked him up. yeonjun couldn’t be anymore grateful to have his parents involved in his children’s life. all three of them loved their nana and papa dearly, and this showed the most as soon as she swung open the door, both daniel and myla running to hug her and then going straight for their papa.

“oh! look at my babies!! me and your papa was just talking about you both!”. she jeers, and yeonjun smiles before hugging her. “hey eomma”.

“hey junnie, I wasn’t expecting to see you today”. she comments after kissing him on his cheek. yeonjun sighs, already knowing who she was referring to.

“come on, me and your nana bought you both some snacks”. yeonjun’s dad waved off to both daniel and myla, sensing that his wife had something to talk to yeonjun about. once the kids were out of sight the two of them continued their conversation. she safely straps a sleeping logan in his car seat.

“come on eomma”. yeonjun semi-whined, not wanting to talk about it at all. she purses her lips anyways.

“you already know what I’m going to say junnie. you need to divorce her. she’s only good for giving you babies”.

“she’s the mother of my children I can’t just divorce her”.

“yes you can. why are you taking so long to do it? wasn’t she the one that was supposed to pick the kids up today?”.

“yeah....she was”.

she throws her hand on her hip. “and then? did she forget? again?”.

“eomma I really don’t want to talk ab--”.

“what kind of mother forgets her kids junnie? tell me. did i ever forget you when you were little? like ever?”.

“no, you didn’t eomma”.

“so? don’t you see what’s wrong?”.

yeonjun clutches the handle bar of the car seat. he could hear the kids making their way into the living room again so he decided to quickly wrap up the conversation.

“i can’t be alone in this eomma. I really can’t”.

“look daddy! nana and papa bought us sweet rice cakes!”. myla proclaims while twirling the packet in her hand.

“oh god, that’s way too much sugar”.

“don’t be like that junnie. they can eat as much sugar as they want”. his father defended, rubbing the top of daniel’s head while daniel was sticking his tongue out at yeonjun.

yeonjun shakes his head and laughs. he carries the car seat while giving both of his parents a hug, thanking them and telling them how much he loved them before he drove home with his children, overthinking what his mother said.

“okay guys it’s been a long day, make sure you take your showers. Daniel you go first”.

the oldest scoffs, “what?! why me?”.

“because you don’t like to take them. make sure you actually get in the shower this time. don’t just stand outside and leave the water running”.

he huffed his breath for at least the twentieth time today, marching his way to his room. “fine!”.

“and use soap!”. yeonjun shouts directly after him, sitting the car seat on the kitchen table. to his surprise Logan was already woken up by the sound of his voice, fluttering his eyes and curly eyelashes up at his father upon contact.

“hey lolo!”. yeonjun coos, “did you miss me?”.

the baby’s cheeks mold into a small grin, especially since he was finally out of the car seat and instead in his father’s arms. his father’s arms were his favorite place to be.

“daddy can we have rice and chicken for dinner?”.

yeonjun pulls open the fridge gazing at the array of food choices. “yeah what kind of chicken though?”.

“ou! can we have barbecue?”. Myla adds, pulling herself atop of the stool at the kitchen island. yeonjun scrunches his nose, “barbecue chicken with rice? What about baked? With some garlic maybe?”.

“oh what about cheese too?”.

yeonjun snaps his finger with an idea. “what about baked garlic Parmesan chicken?”.

“omg! Daddy can I help you make it? Please please please?”.

“yeah just make sure you wash your hands and stuff okay?”.

this was especially one of the times where yeonjun wished he had home help. sitting Logan down in his high chair was never an easy task to do because logan was quite attached to yeonjun, and he didn’t like sitting down all the time. It took ritz crackers and a handful of yogurt melts to finally get him in his high chair for yeonjun to be able to cook and feed the rest of his children.

this atttachment even went as far as bath time rituals, which yeonjun did with the baby everyday. logan had a baby bathtub for himself but he never liked it. sitting down, looking at his father instead of touching him was enough to drive him insane so he always cried. instead, he liked taking showers with his father. where yeonjun could hold him tightly to his chest while the warm water soothed his backside. he loved the way yeonjun sang to him in there, rubbing his hands through small black strands of hair.

okay, maybe logan is a little spoiled too, but so what.

“dad? do you think I can use some of your body spray tomorrow? I want to smell good”. Daniel asks while forking a piece of chicken into his mouth.

“For what?”.

“For his stinky girlfriend”. myla intercedes.

“you shut up. how do you even know about her?”.

“I know everything”.

“you guys sound like you want to hold hands?”. yeonjun threatens.

“no she started it. but dad can I use some? please?”.

“yeah you can. but why don’t you just ask me if I can buy you some of your own?”.

“because you’re going to say no”.

“when have I ever said no?”.

“when I asked you to buy me a gun like the one on grand theft auto”.

“Daniel that’s a real weapon. A powerful one at that. you can kill people I’d never buy you that”.

“well, anyway, I need to smell nice. I want to show her that she’s with a real man”.

both Myla and yeonjun laughed at the end of his sentence. sometimes Daniel was too delusional for his own good.

“you guys are laughing right now, just wait and see”.

“don’t worry Daniel we will”. Yeonjun playfully promised, knowing Daniel was going to spray himself into a stinking nightmare.

now daniel’s shenenigans were the funny parts at night in the Choi residence. But for yeonjun the most soothing part was when they were all sleeping soundly in their rooms, where he could gain a clear enough head to properly think about what he was going to next in circumstance.

maybe Leah had a knack for clockwork, but she always came into the house when Logan finally fell asleep. And she’d always come into their shared bedroom and get ready for bed as if nothing happened. This is what ticked off yeonjun the most.

he watched her take off all her jewelery and place it in her jewelry box, saying not a word to yeonjun even when she walked in the room.

“so? what happened today?”. he begins, refusing to let her go to bed without having this conversation.

she rolled her eyes. “what are you talking about yeonjun?”.

“you were supposed to pick up the kids today. And even when I called you and even when Daniel called you , you weren’t answering your phone”.

“I had meetings back to back today. I can’t respond to every call that comes to my phone”.

“regardless of your meetings you should pick up your kids. those are your kids Leah. do you know that? Why are you putting work over them?”.

she nonchalantly undresses, changing into her pajamas. as she did so yeonjun couldn’t remember the last time he even touched her body. not that he wanted to anyway.

“Don’t start this yeonjun. I had a long day”.

“So did I”.

“so? What do you want me to say? I’m sorry I forgot yeonjun. I get busy”.

yeonjun stared at her in utter disgust. “What is wrong with you? Be honest do you even want this marriage anymore?”.

of course she wanted this marriage, it provided her with the financial stability she needed.

“Of course I do. But not if you’re going to keep nagging me about the same old stuff”.

“It’s not nagging. why should I have to remind you to do this stuff? you’re a mother before you’re anything else”.

she turns over, throwing the blankets over her shoulder. “I don’t need a speech. I said I was sorry alright?”.

“I’m so sick of you saying sorry. I’m so sick of it”.

“you know what?! how about I just fucking leave you yeonjun? How about that?”.

having awoken from her nightmare Myla crawls to her parent’s closed door. she was hoping to snuggle with her dad but she was a little startled by the yelling. she was hesitant to do anything so she only stayed quiet hoping they’d be finished soon.

“don’t do that. I shouldn’t have to take care of the kids by myself when I have a wife. I want you here. That’s why I’m being like this”.

“I heard you the first time! I said sorry! What else do you want from me? I’m trying my best!”.

“No you aren’t and that’s the problem”.

her silence made yeonjun get out the bed, needing a break before he said something he didn’t mean. he was already pissed that she was repeating the same pattern, but even more pissed that she didn’t seem to care.

“you’re so fucking ridiculous”. he spat just before grasping the door handle and closing the door behind him. he wasn’t expecting to see Myla just a few inches away from the door though, staring up at him innocently. she swallows. she never heard yeonjun that angry before and it kind of scared her.

“daddy? are you okay?”.

“what are you doing up Myla?”.

“I had a bad dream and I was wondering if I can cuddle with you maybe? but you look upset”.

he crouches down to her level pulling her in for a hug.

“I’m not upset baby. Of course you can cuddle with me”.

“daddy? do you and mommy hate each other?”.

“no. I don’t want you to think that okay? we were just talking don’t worry. do you want to go downstairs and eat a rice cake with me?”.

“yes please”.

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Seasons Change (d.s.) - Lennox's Birth Story

↳ A/N This is by far the longest birth story I have written but I think it's also one of my most favourite ones. There's something so special about this universe 🥔

↳ Summary: Daniel and Marigold welcome their son to the world; their shining star and their missing piece.

↳ Word Count: 9513

↳ Warnings: Descriptions of labour and delivery...nothing too graphic but read at your own discretion!

April 21, 2013

Daniel was woken by the slight glare of the bathroom light leaking into the dark bedroom and the cool draft that whispered its way under the pushed back sheets. It wasn’t odd for Marigold to get up and walk around in the middle of the night – especially for a bathroom break – but he still rolled over to check the time on his alarm clock beside the bed.

It was barely 3:30am and the world was still sleeping, even their caramel coloured cat, Lady, who seemed unbothered by Marigold’s absence and had taken her warm spot in bed beside Daniel. He propped himself up on his elbows as Marigold came back out of the ensuite, sporting an obvious waddle at the cause of the full term baby still growing away inside her large belly.

When she noticed he was awake she sighed softly, as she turned off the light and sent them back into darkness, “Did I wake you?”

Daniel shrugged, “It’s okay. It’s good practice. You alright?”

“I guess.” Marigold mumbled, gently nudging the cat out of her spot so she could sit down with a soft grunt.

Daniel knew Marigold very well and he shifted up behind her to set a comforting hand on her shoulder, “What’s wrong?”

“I feel crampy.” Marigold whispered, rubbing her hands over the curve of her stomach with a slight wince. “And he’s so low now he’s hanging out on my bladder.”

Daniel leaned over to turn on the bedside lamp before kneeling behind her and set his hands on her shoulders. He gave her a few gentle squeezes and she leaned back slightly into his touch with a pleasant hum.

“Should we start timing?” Daniel asked.

“Don’t think they’re contractions…I just feel…” Marigold sighed heavily, “I dunno.”

“Want to try and sleep some more?”

Hs gentle and concerned tone had her smiling softly and she rested her head against his, “Okay.”

Daniel helped her lay back down with her plentiful pillows tucked up under her and the sheets and quilt resting around her swollen body. Marigold shifted to get as comfortable as she could as Daniel turned off the light, sending them into darkness again, and leaned in to kiss his wife’s cheek and then kissed the top of her large belly.

“Let Mama sleep, baby boy.” Daniel whispered softly against her stomach, rubbing his hand in slow circles along the gentle curve of her body, “Or hurry this process up if this is you telling us you’re coming out soon. We’re so impatient over here.”

Marigold giggled tiredly and draped her arm around her husband’s shoulders as he leaned back against the pillows with her. He left his hand under her stomach, easing her warm cramping with gentle rubs and sending her back to sleep with just his familiar presence.

Daniel woke up to an empty bed once again at sunrise. His alarm rang steadily from his bedside table at 5:30 to go tend to the cows, horses, and sheep but his first concern was finding Marigold. It wasn’t difficult to find her as she was simply pacing the upstairs hallway, back and forth between the window at the front end of the hallway to the master bedroom door near the rear of the house. Back and forth in her very pregnant waddle, one hand supporting her back and the other rubbing soothing patterns under the bump of her belly. Daniel lingered in the doorway to their shared room and watched her pace for a moment, listening to her steady breaths as she walked, greeting him with a sweet smile on her loop back around.

“Is this it?” Daniel asked softly, holding himself up with one hand on each side of the doorframe.

“No.” Marigold answered. “It’s not consistent. It’s not contractions.”

“You sure? We can go in to get checked.”

“We’re not going to drive all the way to the hospital thirty miles away to just be sent home again.” Marigold mumbled as she continued pacing the hallway. “Go tend to the animals, my sweet. I’m okay here.”

Daniel hesitated but nodded and went back into their room the get dressed for the morning work. Marigold sent him off to the barn with a kiss but she stayed pacing the upstairs hallway for a while longer. The pain was starting to radiate down her hips and into her thighs and she found herself grasping onto the railing for a moment to steady herself. That was certainly a contraction and she gripped onto the wooden railing to breathe heavily through it.

Despite the unfamiliar pain that radiated through her, she smiled to herself and eased off the railing as the first contraction quickly subsided. Her hand danced along the curve of her stomach tenderly as she spoke down to her unborn son, “Alright…seems like you’re ready to come out and meet us, my little star.”

Daniel hurried back into the house when morning work was done, carrying the two glass jars of fresh milk in hand. Having plenty of time between early contractions, Marigold was in the kitchen, pouring two bowls of cereal and finishing brewing Daniel’s cup of coffee. The morning sunrise streaked through the kitchen windows and made her long blonde waves nearly shimmer in the orange light. Marigold always shone in the sunshine. She greeted her husband with a sleepy smile and he hurried to put the milk away in the freezer before tending to her.

Marigold rested back against the counter and let out a deep exhale which only urged Daniel closer and he set his hands on either side of her belly.

“You’re in pain, sunshine. Are you sure this isn’t it?” Daniel asked softly.

Marigold shook her head gently, “Eat and finish your work, my sweet. I’m fine.”

They sat at the table together and ate their breakfast and Daniel tossed back his coffee before hurrying back out to the barn with another push from his wife. Marigold – who had long been in the nesting mode throughout her third trimester – finished tidying the kitchen and folded the living room blanket and even dusted a little before heading upstairs to get dressed. Every fifteen minutes, a strong wave of hot aching radiated across her hips and pelvis and gave her thirty seconds where she needed to grip onto whatever was closest to her and just breathe through it. They started pretty tame and generally manageable but as she brushed her hair and got into her clothes for the day, they started to get worse and worse.

Daniel didn’t want to be working in the barn but he always listened to what Marigold told him to do and she had reassured him plenty of times that she was fine and he needed to get some work done around the farm. He was mucking out the barn when she waddled up the path and stepped into the barn, large navy hospital bag slung over her shoulder. She leaned against the door and set a hand on her stomach with a deep sigh,

“Ready to go? I’m in labour.”

Daniel nearly dropped the pitchfork, “What? When? Now?!”

Marigold nodded, “Yeah. I’ve been contracting since 5:30 but now I really gotta go.”

“Marigold, why didn’t you tell me?” Daniel rushed out of the stall and nearly tossed the pitchfork against his tool bench before rushing right over to her, “You sent me out here to work like a doofus while my whole ass wife is in there nearly pushing out a kid – what is wrong with you?”

“It wasn’t bad and you had things to do!” Marigold tutted, resting her hand against his chest.

His eyes went wide as her face scrunched up and she gripped harder at the half sweaty tank top he wore. He held her up through it for the few seconds it lasted as his mind whirled.

“I’m not even dressed, Marigold!” Daniel said quickly, panic starting to set in.

“Well then go get dressed, my sweet, because we’re having a baby today.” Marigold breathed out of her contraction as she stood up a bit straighter again.

Daniel sighed at her stubbornness and took the hospital bag from her and led her back towards the house. He opened the passenger door of the pickup truck and helped her in.

“You okay here? I’ll be like two minutes.” Daniel rushed out.

“Yeah, Dani, we have maybe ten minutes until the next contraction.” Marigold said with a sweet smile and caressed his face, “Take your time.”

“I’m not taking my time!” Daniel called over his shoulder as he ran towards the farmhouse and jumped up the front porch steps.

He nearly tripped up the stairs and again over the cat as he hurried into his bedroom and started pulling off his work clothes. Daniel was lingering in this weird hazy balance between anxious and excited and he felt nearly out-of-body as he tugged on a thin grey sweater and black jeans. Within his momentary panic, he grabbed his travel bag from the cabinet and shoved his toothbrush, hairbrush, deodorant, shaving cream, razor, and aftershave and a few other various items into the bag before hightailing it back downstairs.

Daniel locked the house and stumbled down the steps as he tried to slide on his shoes and run at the same time. Marigold giggled at him from her spot in the passenger seat as he climbed in beside her.

“Do we have everything?” Daniel asked and he tossed his toiletry kit into the backseat with the hospital bag.

“What did you bring?” Marigold laughed.

“My razor! I didn’t shave yet this morning and I don’t want my kid to meet me looking like this.” Daniel rushed out breathlessly as he turned the key in the ignition.

Marigold smiling adoringly at him and reached across the centre console to turn is face towards her. He was breathing heavily – probably from his mad rush around the house – and she leaned in to kiss his pouted lips.

“You’re gonna be the handsomest daddy in the whole hospital.” Marigold whispered before kissing him again.

Daniel smiled softly, her kisses and her words always doing wonders to ease his anxieties. When she felt him relax under her touch, she moved back and let her hand fall into his as their eyes lingered for a moment across the car.

“You have everything?” Daniel asked quietly.

Marigold nodded.

“Ready to have a baby?”

She bit back her beaming grin and nodded again.

Daniel smiled back just as widely and leaned in to kiss her lips once, twice, and then she was thudding her hand against his chest with a groan as another contraction washed over her. He pulled back quickly and shifted the pickup truck out of park, “Right! Gotta go!”

He slung his arm behind her seat to back out of the gravel driveway but ended up skidding forward straight towards the house. Marigold shrieked and he slammed on the brakes, making her lunge forward in her seatbelt to hold herself steady against the dashboard. His frazzled and panicked face only had her bursting out in laughter as her early contractions died out quickly and she was once again left at ease.

“Putting it in reversewould help. Jesus Christ.” Daniel grumbled to himself and adjusted the gearshift properly to slowly back out of the driveway.

Marigold laughed at him and let her hand fall to his thigh as he turned onto the street, heading towards the city, “Take it easy, my sweet.”

“Mari, my love, my sunshine, how can I take it easy when you’ve been in labour all morning and only told me at the last possible moment?” Daniel said as calmly as he could manage.

Marigold stared adoringly at him with her head resting back against the seat she was in as he drove out of their small town, “I’m still in early labour and my water hasn’t even broken yet.”

Daniel let out a heavy dramatic breath, “Oh well, thank heavens for that.”

“Dani,” Marigold laughed sweetly, “Just relax.”

“I’m not delivering a baby on the side of the road, Marigold, I swear-”

“You keep rambling to yourself while I call my parents.” Marigold said, giving his thigh a pat before she took out her cell phone from where she had tucked it in the cupholder and dialled her mother to update her.

They left earlier than normally recommended in the labour process because it was a bit of a drive to the closest hospital from the small town of Lincoln and Daniel was just anxious to get there in time. Being their first baby, neither of them had any idea what to expect and he was certainly unprepared to perform any sort of medical miracle on the side of the single lane highway.

Marigold took a break between phone calls to breathe through another contraction, resting back against the seat with her face turned towards the window and eyes shut tightly. Daniel glanced at his watch, noting the second hand’s movement by the time she sighed out of her contractions. Without even a moment to enjoy the peace that the end of the pain brought, she unlocked her phone again and called Daniel’s parents next. Daniel drummed his fingers against the steering wheel held tightly in both hands, his left leg bouncing restlessly.

“He’s a little panicky.” Marigold said into the phone.

“Am not.” Daniel retorted loudly for his mother to hear.

There was a pause and Marigold glanced over at him and then giggled, “Yeah, he’s doing the leg thing.”

Daniel frowned and forced his leg still.

“Your mother says drive carefully.”

“I am! I’m driving very carefully.” Daniel tisked.

Marigold pushed her hand through her hair and looked back out the window with a faint smile, “No, he’s being very good. It’ll be better once we get there and get checked in…Yeah, if you could let everyone know that’d be great. We’ll keep you updated and you can keep everyone else updated…I’m not nervous. I’m excited and impatient. I just wanna meet him already…Thank you…Okay, I should go because I think another contraction is coming…Thank you, Mum…I will…Bye.”

Marigold hung up and then rested her hands against the dashboard in front of her and groaned lowly. Daniel stayed quiet as she breathed heavily through it and he drove a little faster down the nearly vacant country road towards the city. When she rose her head up again, she let her fingers tap against the messy etching of their initials on the side of the dashboard and then rested fully back against her seat.

“Gonna have to add baby boy’s name to our little…family thingy here.” Marigold whispered. “I dunno what it’s called my head’s all muddled.”

“You feeling okay?” Daniel asked.

“I’m excited.” she smiled over at him as her hands rested gently on top of her large bump. “I hope it goes quickly.”

It was almost an hour drive to the hospital including finding parking and everything and by the time they actually parked, it was nearing 10:30am and Marigold’s contractions were down to eight minutes apart. Daniel hurried around to help Marigold out, letting her grip his hand as she set her feet on the ground and eased out of the pickup truck. She sat kept her balance, she clung onto his hand a little tighter and set her other under her stomach.

“Oh, gosh, I felt him move down again.” she whispered.

“Okay, let’s get you inside.” Daniel said, stopping only to grab their bags and slung them over his shoulder to let her link herself around his other arm.

They walked steadily through the sliding doors into the hospital and approached the nurses station to check in. Marigold was given a bracelet with her name and birthdate and any medical information and Daniel was given one too just as proof he was with her. The nurse helped Marigold into a wheelchair and they were brought to their room.

It was a room with large floor to ceiling windows and the sunny spring day allowed plenty of light into the white hospital room. Marigold only smiled wider at the sight of her new room and the nurse left her to get settled before the doctor would come to check her out. She sat on the side of the bed as Daniel helped to slide of her shoes and undress her and Marigold took that time to look around her hospital room from the sterile couch by the far wall to the natural wood accents that striped along the perimeter walls.

“Getting a little real, huh?” she said softly to her husband as he lifted her shirt over her head.

“Mhm.” Daniel answered quietly.

“What’s on your mind?” Marigold asked as she held her arms out to be shuffled into the hospital gown.

Daniel leaned over her slightly to tie it behind her back, “Just…a lot to take in.”

“You nervous?” Marigold asked as he moved back to look at her.

“More excited than nervous.” Daniel answered honestly. “Although I don’t like seeing you in pain.”

“That’s okay.” Marigold tisked, taking his face in her hands. “Anything to give us our little boy.”

Daniel smiled and leaned in to kiss her softly, “I love you.”

Marigold brushed her nose against his, “I love you.”

Despite her excitement, the doctor concluded that she was only four centimetres dilated and there was still a long way to go. Contractions were consistently at every eight minutes and as the nurse tended to Marigold and got the sensors tucked around her swollen belly, Daniel muddled around to put their things away.

“You’re doing great. You’re so smiley.” the nurse complimented.

“Thank you.” Marigold beamed, patting her hands gently on either side of her belly. “I’m excited to meet my baby.”

“Are you thinking about the epidural? Keeping that smile on your face?” the nurse asked.

“No.” Marigold answered easily. “I don’t want the epidural. I don’t want anything.”

“Nothing?” the nurse glanced over at Daniel who just smiled lightly at his wife and shook his head in awe disbelief.

“Nothing.” Marigold nodded. “I wanna just do it all myself. I wanna feel everything so I can tell him all about it one day when he’s older and mad at me.”

“Alright. If you change your mind, just let one of us know.” the nurse chucked before leaving them alone.

“They think you’re crazy, sunshine.” Daniel said.

Marigold pursed her lips and rolled her head over to look at him, “Do you think I’m crazy?”

Daniel shuffled over to her bedside and leaned down really close, “Baby, you’ve been crazy since the day I met you.”

Marigold giggled and he kissed her through it before standing back up again. The heart monitor beeped a little faster and she reached up to take his hand in hers as he smiled proudly down at her. Her nose scrunched up as another contraction came over her and she held his hand tightly as she breathed through it.

Daniel petted her hair back from her face with his free hand, “You’re so good.”

She only hummed, unable to really speak through them, and let her body work through it. A few seconds later, she was sighing deeply and resting back against the bed.

“They really are starting to hurt.” she said.

“No one’s going to hold it against you if you want the pain meds.” Daniel reminded her.

“I know, I know.” Marigold tisked. “I just need you here and it already makes it feel better.”

Daniel dipped down to kiss her forehead, “Do you need anything?”

“I wanna get things moving. Can you bring over that ball?” Marigold gestured across the room where a large exercise ball sat in the corner. It was known the bouncing helped ease the pressure and could help move labour along and she was ready for anything.

Marigold sat on the exercise ball in the middle of the room and Daniel sat nearby on the couch, leaning towards her with his forearms on his knees. She bounced steadily, humming a little tune with her hands set on her belly.

“This is kinda fun on this thing.” Marigold giggled. “We should do this more often.”

“What? Have babies?” Daniel laughed.

Marigold nodded, letting her head fall back and her eyes close as another contraction came over her and her hand reached out for Daniel’s. He linked his index finger around hers and let his thumb rub over her knuckle softly.

“Good job, sunshine.” Daniel whispered.

She groaned lowly, swirling her hips side to side on the ball to ease her through it.

“How you feeling?”

She sighed and rolled her head to the side to peek her eye open at him, “Fine.”

“Yeah?”

Marigold nodded lightly.

“Need something?”

“A kiss.”

Daniel smiled and leaned in to kiss her, lingering there a moment until her head fell onto his shoulder with a soft exhale. His fingers tangled in her hair and massaged gentle patterns against her scalp as she bounced gently. The noonday sun casted comforting warmth over the labouring mother and Daniel hummed softly to her.

When the next contraction came and she moved back from him to breath through it, he reached for the bag on the couch and pulled out the video camera. With a press of the button, it was recording and he focused on Marigold’s sweet face.

“Look what we have here.” Daniel said softly, as if speaking for just the two of them, and raised their linked index fingers up into the shot. “Today’s the day.”

Marigold smiled widely as she breathed out of her contraction and got back to steady bounces on the exercise ball, her free hand resting on her knee, and she stared back at the camera, “Hi there, my little star.”

“Gonna come meet us today.” Daniel said, keeping the camera steady as Marigold bounced.

“If only you could come a little faster because now, I’m really impatient.” Marigold added. “Still got a long way to go apparently.”

“Mama’s being so good…smiling like she always does…everyone here is very impressed. I think they made bets to see how soon into this she’ll stop smiling.”

Marigold only laughed at her husband’s teasing before audibly recording some more for the camera, “We’re only four centimetres right now and my water hasn’t broken yet so…I’m on this ball trying to speed you up in there!”

“April 21st.” Daniel said. “Can’t believe it. Next time we’re home we’re gonna have a little squirmy baby with us…all ours.”

“I can’t wait.” Marigold said softly. “I’m so, so, so excited.”

Daniel panned the camera slowly around the room to capture everything but stayed where he was with Marigold’s finger still linked with his. He zoomed in on the bassinette waiting in the corner and lined with a clean linen blanket, “That’s where you’re gonna be soon! All warm under that little lamp…thing.”

“Like a turkey.” Marigold giggled.

“Yeah.” Daniel laughed lightly, zooming out again and focusing back on her, “Gonna be so cute we could eat him up.”

“I wanna kiss his little fingers and little toes.” Marigold pouted. “I want him to look like you.”

“I want him to look like you.”

“I want him to look like us. With your sweet freckles and pretty brown hair. It’s so much fun waiting to see what he’s gonna look like. I’m so excited I could cry.”

“No crying.” Daniel rocked their joint fingers back and forth. “Not until you have a baby on your chest.”

Marigold let her head fall back with an impatient groan, “Maybe I’ll ask for a c-section now.”

“I don’t think you can just askfor a huge surgery like that.” Daniel tisked, keeping the camera on her.

“I want him out.” Marigold breathed to the ceiling. “I wanna hold the brightest star in the sky in my arms right now and maybe cutting me open is the fastest way to do so.”

Daniel chuckled and shifted the camera to capture both of them as he spoke right to it, “Your mama is crazy.”

Marigold leaned in so her face was tucked up beside his, “Your daddy married me so who is really the crazy one?”

Daniel tilted his head back slightly to look at her, “Still you.”

Marigold laughed and they both leaned in for a few quick kisses before she was breaking their kiss with a drop of her head and she clutched onto his finger again with a groan. Daniel shifted the camera as she started another contraction and he pressed a kiss to her temple, keeping his finger locked with hers.

He turned back to the camera and spoke gently, “I gotta go help the best I can to bring you out here. We’ll report back soon.”

Daniel turned off the camera and tucked it back in the bag before focusing all his attention back on Marigold.

He stayed at her side the entire time as the hours passed and noon turned into evening and she was resting in the jacuzzi tub in the hospital room bathroom. Contractions were picking up intensity and she was getting quieter with each one although her smile never fully disappeared from her face. While she sat in the tub, the lights were dimmed and Daniel played gentle music from his phone as he sat on the floor to keep her company.

By the time the sun set and April 21st was approaching its conclusion, Marigold was only six centimetres dilated and still had a while to go. Her eyes were closed and an ever so slight smile rested at her lips as she took her minutes of peace between contractions, focusing on the music and the warm water that eased her aching body. Daniel held out her water bottle and she took the straw between her lips to sip thankfully.

He set it on the floor as she rested her head back against the sterile tile with a deep sigh and he rested his cheek against his arm on the side of the tub. The music played quietly from the floor beside them and Daniel’s hand danced over the curve of her large belly, his eyes watching as he drew soft soothing patterns over her warm skin. A little footprint nudged against his hand and Marigold’s smile only widened.

“Hi, baby boy.” Daniel whispered, setting his hand flat on top of her stomach. “How’s it going in there?”

“He’s still cozy.” Marigold mumbled, resting her hands on either side of his. Her nose scrunched up, “And being squeezed a little.”

As she eased into her next contraction, Daniel stood up from the floor and pulled her long hair back into a messy ponytail. She clutched onto the handles on the wall of the tub and tried to keep her breaths steady through it.

“Good job, Mari.” Daniel whispered, draping his arm around her shoulder. “You’re incredible.”

“Can you squeeze my hips?” she asked shakily.

Daniel slid his hands down her bare back and into the water and pressed them snugly on either side of her, “Like that?”

She gasped softly and nodded quickly.

He didn’t move for a single thing, staying right where she needed him until her contraction eased off and the bath water was cooling down. Daniel helped to ease her out of the tub and she walked slowly back to the bed as Daniel carried their things after them. Marigold rested her hands on the side of the hospital bed and fell perfectly silent before letting out a soft cry.

“Mari-” Daniel hurried over to her side, stopping quickly when he saw the puddle of hazy clear liquid on the tile floor between her legs with more dripping down her bare legs.

“Wow.” Marigold whimpered softly. “It’s really starting to hurt now.”

Daniel reached around her to press the nurse call button and he held her up securely, “You sure you don’t want the epidural?”

“I’m sure.” Marigold insisted.

Two nurses hurried in and got Marigold settled back in bed and cleaned up the floor, making sure she had a towel under her as her water broke. Daniel found his usual spot on her other side while they wrapped the sensor bands around her stomach and she reached for his hand. The hospital room filled with the staticky sound of the baby’s heartbeat and Marigold smiled up at her husband as one of the nurses took place between her legs to check her progress.

“Still around six centimetres.” she concluded.

“What’s he waiting for?” Marigold huffed and let the nurse drape the thin hospital blanket around her.

“He’s on his own agenda it seems.” the nurse said, “And now that your water broke your contractions are going to feel much more intense so if you change your mind on the natural goal, let one of us know quickly, okay?”

“I won’t change my mind but thank you.” Marigold smiled honestly.

As the night progressed, Marigold grew quieter. It had been nearly twenty-four hours since she had been woken up to the first signs of labour and she was getting tired. The pain was intense but she forced herself through it, minute by minute, hour by hour, centimetre by centimetre.

Daniel didn’t move from her side other than to shave or grab a snack from the vending machine or to use the washroom. He didn’t dare sleep a wink either, not wanting to miss a single thing. He brought her water and fanned her with a paper fan and squeezed her hips every time she had a contraction since that seemed to help nicely. He only texted their families when she slept – which was few and far between as contractions were starting to get closer together and would wake her up – and eventually they went to sleep themselves, leaving him with the instruction to callwhen the baby came.

They kept the lights low and music quiet but left the curtains open wide across the floor to ceiling windows, letting in the city lights overlooking Hartford, Connecticut as April 21strolled over into April 22nd. Marigold sang softly to their song, leaving her eyes closed and let the music sway her as she sat on the side of the hospital bed, one hand behind her and the other underneath her large belly that seemed to be inching lower by the hour.

Despite her lingering quiet, Daniel knew his wife far too well, and he took out the video camera again, just in time to capture her gentle singing through the dim light of the hospital room. The nurse worked in the background with the equipment as Marigold laboured slowly. It was half past three and she was just past eight centimetres dilated.

Daniel walked around the end of the bed with the camera focused on Marigold and her closed eyes and gentle voice. She looked warm in the faint light, dressed in only a sports bra and nothing else, her long hair tied back in a messy bun after having been re-tied almost hourly. She sang quietly until she sensed Daniel coming closer and she glanced over at him.

“What are you doing?” Marigold giggled quietly. Her voice was laced in near exhaustion.

“You sounded pretty. You look pretty.” Daniel said.

“I do not look pretty.” Marigold laughed lightly before bowing her head and scrunching her eyes shut through a steady groan.

“Prettiest woman I’ve ever seen.” Daniel corrected, reaching out to rub a hand over her shoulders, “Just breathe, sunshine, you got this.”

Marigold let out soft moans of pain with each exhale, swaying slightly side to side to try and work through the strong contraction. The nurse brought over a cool damp cloth and set it against her forehead, “You’re so strong, Marigold. You’re doing incredible.”

Marigold groaned loudly, fisting the side of the hospital bed and welcomed the relief of the cool cloth on her flushed skin.

Daniel spoke to the camera, “Your mama is the strongest woman ever.”

“Daniel.” Marigold cried softly.

He set the camera down quickly on the table to face her before shifting around behind her. His hands found her hips and squeezed them snugly and she groaned lowly at the slight relief the pressure gave her.

“You’re doing so good, sunshine.” Daniel whispered against her shoulder. “You’re almost there.”

“All gonna be worth it.” Marigold mumbled, her voice strained through her intense contraction.

“Yeah, it is.” Daniel smiled, kissing gently at her skin. “This is happening just like it’s meant to.”

Marigold hummed steadily, leaning back into his touch with her eyes shut gently and her body swaying back and forth slowly. He kept his hands on her hips, easing her through it as she breathed deeply and exhaled with pained moans. When the contraction died out, Daniel reached over to the table and held out her water bottle to her. She sipped from the straw a little and then leaned back against his shoulder.

“Deep breaths, Mari. I got you.” Daniel whispered. He thanked the nurse quietly as she left them for a moment between contractions and he held the cool cloth against her head.

The camera still positioned on the table captured the two of them easily, Marigold and her labouring body eased back against Daniel’s chest as he knelt behind her and let her rest her head against his shoulder. He spoke softly against her ear, little encouraging words that couldn’t quite be picked up by the camera sill recording, and his attentive blue eyes lingering on her face even with how close they sat. She truly was the prettiest woman he had ever seen and watching her through the whole process was nothing short of incredible.

Daniel whispered a little prayer as she quickly went into her next contraction, his hands squeezing her hips again as she groaned softly through the hot pain that radiated through her pelvis and between her legs. He prayed for a safe delivery and to keep her strong and healthy and as well as their baby boy. Marigold sang herself out of it, earning a few kisses from her excited husband.

When she wanted to move, he turned off the camera and helped to lay her down and the nurse checked out her progress. Daniel held her hand and stood at her bedside, dabbing the cool cloth over her cheeks and neck as she laboured. It wasn’t until 5:30am when she finally reached ten centimetres…almost exactly twenty-four hours since she felt her first real contraction. The nurse lingered in the room since Marigold was very close and she started to get a few things together in preparation for delivery. Daniel’s heart was racing as he stared down at his wife working through another contraction, her hand holding onto his tightly.

“Can I help?” he asked before even thinking.

“Help with what?” the nurse asked politely.

“Delivering. I’ve delivered a calf or two before-”

“Daniel.” Marigold smacked his arm and grabbed onto his grey sweater with a tired laugh, “Don’t compare our son to a calf.”

“I wasn’t! I just wanna see him be born.” Daniel pouted.

The nurse chuckled lightly, “You can definitely watch but only if you’re sure you’re not going to faint. Marigold will need you more than the floor needs you.”

“Yeah. I won’t faint.” Daniel grinned. He leaned down to kiss his wife who only smiled in teasing annoyance at his eagerness. He caressed her cheek with his hand, “You’re almost there. So close now.”

Marigold only grinned up at him, “I love you.”

Dipping down to kiss her, Daniel whispered, “I love you too. I’m so proud of you.”

Marigold smiled at him, the start of the sunrise reflected in her light eyes, even as her body clenched down again. She tightened her grip on Daniel’s hand and called to the room quietly, “I think I want to push.”

“Yeah? Go ahead then!” the nurse said. “I’ll call the doctor in.”

“This is it, Mari.” Daniel rushed out as she held his hand and gave her first gentle push. “You’re so good, sunshine. You’re so strong.”

She stayed perfectly silent as she bore down again, scrunching her nose up through the radiating pain as another nurse and the doctor came in to get set up. The nurse updated the doctor on everything as Marigold took a second to breathe between quick waves of contractions.

“First baby today?” the doctor asked.

“Yeah.” Daniel and Marigold smiled together.

“Do we know what we’re having?”

“A boy.” Marigold said proudly. “It feels like I’ve been waiting forever.”

“Twenty-four hours of labour, was it? And all natural. You’re a champ.” The doctor complimented as she took her seat the end of the bed. “What position is most comfortable for you, Marigold?”

She shifted slightly and tried to sit up a bit. Daniel pressed the button on the side of the bed to ease her up a bit more and she nodded quickly, “This. Like this.”

“You need to push again?”

She nodded again.

“Go on. Listen to your body. I can see his head in there.”

Marigold held Daniel’s hand with both of hers through a strained groan as she pushed and the nurses finished getting set up.

“Let’s get your legs up a little. Hands right behind your thighs.” the doctor instructed.

Daniel took the initiative with his free hand to help pull her leg back and Marigold took the other. He didn’t dare move his hand from hers though, even when he leaned over to peek down into the birthing zone. There wasn’t really anything to see where he was yet but he smiled widely with excitement and kissed his wife’s head.

“You’re gonna do so great, sunshine.” he whispered.

“Alright, Marigold,” the doctor spoke, “next time you feel a contraction coming on I want your chin to your chest and push right down in your belly. We’re going to hold those for ten seconds, okay?”

Marigold nodded before asking quickly, “Is he right there?”

“Almost. We just need to get him around the pubic bone first and then you’ll be able to see him a bit better.” the doctor said.

“Okay, okay, it’s coming.” Marigold hurried out.

“Whenever you’re ready.”

Daniel shifted closer and kept her leg back for her as she lifted her chin to her chest as instructed and bore down hard. Her soft powerful groan fell from her tightly pressed lips that still formed the ever so slight shape of a smile at the edges as the doctor counter to ten before encouraging her to breath and go right into another one.

“Good job, Mari.” Daniel whispered to her, letting her squeeze his hand as she leaned into another.

“Right through it, Marigold. Give us another one, he’s almost in that perfect position.” the doctor said.

“Come on, baby. You’re going so good.” Daniel breathed, pressing a kiss to her head.

Marigold’s face scrunched up as she felt the baby shift lower through her third strong push and the doctor let her rest back for a moment. Daniel was right there with an offer of water which she took a small sip of before tugging him in by the hand for a kiss.

“You’re incredible.” Daniel whispered right to her, “Hear me?”

Marigold nodded.

“You’re so incredible. I’m so proud of you.”

Marigold couldn’t really speak through it but her tight smile behind flushed cheeks was appreciation enough and she gripped onto his hand as the doctor gave her the go-ahead. Daniel leaned down to watch as Marigold pushed through another strong count to ten, his eyes widening at the bulge dotted with wet brown hair that was working its way from between her legs.

“That’s his head.” the doctor said. “Want to touch?”

Daniel reached down to gently touch the damp head of his not-yet born son, eyes wide with curious excitement at how real and yet surreal it all felt, “Oh my gosh.”

Marigold continued through her strong push even as one of the nurses took her hand and led it down between her legs so she could feel for herself. She gasped softly out of her push, eyes wide at the feeling, and Daniel pressed a kiss to her temple.

“That’s your baby.” the nurse said. “He’s right there.”

Marigold didn’t even need another word as that single moment alone had her baring down harder through a near silent moan, determination radiating off her as the doctors and nurses praised her. Daniel was already near crying watching her push through all the pain to deliver their baby, the streaks of sunrise dancing through the floor to ceiling windows and cast a warm orange glow over the hospital bed as she pushed down again.

“That’s it, sunshine.” Daniel breathed, watching between her flushed face and where the doctor was working as he held her leg back.

“Take some big deep breaths, just relax for a moment.” the doctor said as she wrapped the sensor around Marigold’s belly again. The staticky rhythm of the heartbeat thudded gently through the room and Marigold smiled widely to the ceiling.

She looked so happy, stained in the beginnings of the morning sunrise and she hummed softly to herself. Daniel pet her hair back from her face and she gave his hand a squeeze as she batted her tired eyelashes up at him, “I love you.”

“I’m so in love with you.” Daniel dipped down to kiss her lips just as her body urged her to push again.

The doctor and nurses encouraged her on but Marigold could only hear Daniel and his soft words whispered against her ear as they held her legs back and she pushed with all she had. Marigold was quiet, delivering her baby boy into the world without as much as a single scream. She was epitome of peaceful, her excitement and fierce determination that made up the entirety of who she was overpowering the ring of pain that rippled through her entire body. Giving life to the world; there was nothing Marigold would rather have done.

Daniel leaned down right next to her as he watched between her legs as the doctor led their baby’s head out, barely processing the towel that was set over Marigold’s chest.

“One more push, sunshine. He’s right there.” Daniel whispered.

Both of them watched with wide eyes as she bore down once more, giving every last ounce of energy left in her, and brought their son into the world with a last trembling gasp as relief washed over her with the morning sunlight.

“There he is. 6:01am.” The doctor brought the baby up to his mother’s chest right away and Marigold’s arms went right around his tiny body instinctively as the room filled with his shrill cries. Daniel couldn’t hold back the tears that slipped from his eyes as he leaned right down to his family and got his first real glance at his son.

Marigold cried tears of pure exhausted joy, sobbing through her beaming grin as the warm spring sunrise broke over the horizon and filled the room with hues of orange and she wrapped the wailing newborn up in the small towel, “Hi, my shining star. Hi, beautiful boy.”

“Oh my God, Mari, you did it.” Daniel breathed, “You did it, baby. I’m so proud of you, oh my gosh.”

The new parents shared a kiss made wet with their tears and then looked back to the baby in her arms. He cried on, matted in amniotic fluid and blood and was a little wrinkly but Daniel and Marigold had never seen anything more beautiful in their lives. Daniel reached out to run his fingers gently over his wet brown hair and over his chubby cheek and Marigold shushed him softly.

Daniel jumped at the opportunity to cut the cord, taking the medical scissors, and carefully snipped where the doctor instructed. Marigold could hold the baby while she delivered the placenta, although she hardly even noticed as she was too hung up on the crying newborn in her arms. His crying was the most beautiful sound and Marigold leaned down to press a soft kiss to his small forehead.

“He’s so perfect.” Daniel sniffled.

Marigold smiled at him and rested her cheek down against the top of the baby’s head, “I love him so much already. Oh my gosh, my heart could burst.”

Daniel leaned in to kiss her, falling farther in love with her by the second in those early hours of April 22nd.

The nurse took the baby across the room to be measured, weighed, and checked out and Marigold sent Daniel after them to keep a close eye. Not that he complained, because he couldn’t get enough of his brand new baby boy. The nurse laid the crying newborn down in the bassinet under the heating lamp to keep him warm and turned the scale on.

“Seven pounds, two ounces.” the nurse called out after a moment. “Nice healthy weight.”

Marigold only smiled from her spot in the hospital bed as the doctor finished tending to her and cleaning up from the birth. Daniel looked so gentle in the morning sunlight, his thin grey sweater rolled up at the sleeves and his messy brown hair flopped over his forehead, expression nothing of awe as his stare stayed unwavering on the baby crying in front of him. He paid close attention to the nurse as she cleaned up the baby free of birth fluids to top him with a little white hat and then showed him how to put on the diaper and swaddle him snugly.

“Want to hold your son?” she asked, as if Daniel would say no.

Daniel nodded quickly, “Yes, please.”

“Go on then.” she encouraged, gesturing to the swaddled baby under the warmer.

Daniel licked his lips nervously and gently slid his large hands under the small newborn before easing him up into his arms. He was so light but had enough weight about him to feel so…real. Daniel looked over at Marigold with a grin and she smiled right back.

“Look at my boys.” she breathed.

He walked slowly over to her bedside and she reached out a hand to set lovingly against his side, wrapping her hand in the soft material of his sweater to keep him close as he held their son for the first time. Daniel swallowed back his sob, although a few silent tears dripped down his cheeks, staring down at the wrinkly little baby, red cheeked and wailing in his arms.

“Hi, baby boy. I’m your daddy.” Daniel whispered, reaching one hand into the swaddle to stroke his soft cheek, “Hi there.”

Marigold, overwhelmed with intense hormones and just as many emotions, let herself cry over the instant connection between her two boys: her husband and her son. The two people whom she loved most in the world.

Daniel sniffled back his tears and looked over at his wife, breathing out a shaky, “Thank you.”

She didn’t have to reply, the tears that streaked her cheeks were enough, and Daniel looked back down at the baby in his arms.

The baby was soon passed over to Marigold to try and feed. Daniel was in pure wonder ever since the first moments they had arrived at the hospital and could see the raw beauty of his wife becoming a mother, and breastfeeding was no different. As a calm had settled over the room and she had been given some post-birth underwear and a blanket to stop the shivers, her hair was taken out of its messy bun to tumble naturally over her shoulders and across the pillow. Daniel couldn’t help but take the camera out again as the morning sun brightened the hospital room and brightened Marigold’s calm smile as she stared down at her son nursing contentedly. Quiet had fallen as the baby fed and Daniel pressed record to capture a few lingering moments of that serenity. They were sure this was heaven.

Marigold ran her free hand over the baby’s small head topped with the little white hat and gently dragged her finger over his eyebrows and nose and cheeks and memorized each atom that made up his soft face.

“Hi, sunshine.” Daniel called sweetly.

Marigold looked over at him to where he sat right beside her on the couch. At the sight of the camera filming, she smiled wider, “Hi, my sweet.”

“Who’s this?” Daniel stood up slowly from the couch and took the two steps over to her bedside, capturing the first glimpse of the baby.

Marigold stroked the baby’s cheek with the back of her finger as he suckled softly at her breast, wrapped warmly in his swaddle, “This is our perfect little star.”

“Only took him twenty-four hours to meet us.” Daniel tisked.

“That’s alright.” Marigold whispered, “He made it all worth it.”

“We haven’t even picked a name from our list yet.” Daniel said.

“What do you think he looks like?” Marigold asked.

“I dunno.” Daniel breathed. “He looks like a little wrinkly potato.”

Marigold laughed, “Don’t call him a potato.”

“Just a little spud.” Daniel cooed, reaching with his free hand to pet tenderly over the baby’s head, “Is that your name, Spud?”

“Okay,” Marigold giggled, trying not to laugh too hard because the poor baby was still trying to eat, “You can call him that but I want to call him by a real name.”

“Such as what?” Daniel asked, making sure the camera had her still in frame.

Marigold thought for a moment, going over the few names they had scribbled out on a list a few months before, as she stared down at the peaceful brunette baby in her arms and each curve of his sweet little face.

“Lennox.” she breathed. “He looks like a Lennox.”

Daniel smiled back at her, “I think so too.”

Marigold grinned at her son as he fed quietly, “Do you agree, Lennox Blake? Is that your name?”

“Lennox Blake Seavey.” Daniel whispered dreamily.

“Mhm.” Marigold agreed with a nod, “Our shining star.”

“Little Spud.” Daniel added.

Marigold glanced over at her husband with a crooked smile and he leaned in to kiss her before she could say another word. They shared soft ‘I love you’s before the camera bonked Lennox in the head and he pulled off his mother’s breast with a displeased cry.

“Shit.” Daniel breathed, leaning down to kiss the baby’s head. “I’m sorry, I’m sorry, I’m sorry, I’m sorry.”

Marigold only laughed, taking Daniel’s face in her hand and scratched her fingers through the back of his hair. They shared soft chuckles as the camera was turned off and they spent the present together, sitting in perfect silence and simply staring at their son, taking him in. Daniel cuddled up beside Marigold in the single bed, his arm around her shoulders and his other claimed by the baby as he slept. He looked truly angelic, sleeping chest to chest with his mother and covered only by the thin hospital blanket and the white hat.

“He looks like you.” Marigold whispered.

“You think?” Daniel mumbled.

She glanced at him and nodded sweetly before looking back down at the sleeping newborn, “I wanted him to have your hair and your cute nose.”

“Gotta see those eyes of his. He’s been crying or sleeping too much.” Daniel chuckled.

“We’ve got time.” Marigold breathed, resting her head against his. “We’ve got so much time.”

Once the birth certificate was signed and phone calls were sent out to each of their families, Daniel got his time alone with Lennox, away from doctors and tests and even from Marigold. The exhausted new mother slept soundly in the hospital bed, finally haven taken a bit of pain medication to ease the remnants of childbirth although she toughed through the full twenty-four hours all on her own will.

Having eaten and rested, Lennox was wide awake in Daniel’s arms, staring up at him with his same blue eyes. They stared at each other in perfect silence as if both familiarizing themselves with each other. They had only just met, of course. Daniel slid his pinky finger into his son’s hand again and smiled at the gentle squeeze of his five tiny fingers. Matching to Daniel and Marigold’s own bracelets, Lennox had his own hospital bracelet tucked around his left hand.

Seavey, Lennox – 04/22 – M: Seavey, Marigold F: Seavey, Daniel

It was as if it never settled into Daniel’s mind until that moment, the small printed band around the newborn’s wrist claiming him as his own. His very own son to raise, to love, to go through life with. Daniel bit his lip as tears brimmed in his eyes for the uncountable time that morning and let them out with a breathy chuckle as Lennox opened his mouth and stuck his tongue out, getting used to life and every little movement he could make. Daniel stuck his tongue out back at him and Lennox just blinked at him, wriggling in the crook of his arm.

Daniel slid his finger out of the newborn’s grasp and untied his swaddle to let his arms and legs free. Lennox yawned and stretched and Daniel kept a secure grip on him as he reached over to their bag on the other side of the couch and pulled out the red plaid baby blanket. He let it drop to the couch before carefully laying the baby on top of it and made sure he was laying there safely before tugging off his sweater and tossed it into the bag.

Daniel carefully lifted the diapered baby back up and slouched back to rest him against his bare chest, “Come here, little spud.”

Lennox shifted slightly but eased into his father comfortably and Daniel tucked the small plaid blanket around him to keep him from catching a chill.

“Mommy ordered this special just for you.” Daniel whispered down to him, his lips brushing the top of his head, “We just gotta get your name and birthday sewn in the corner since we didn’t know that before.”

He breathed him in for a moment, savouring the soft scent of new baby that was better than anything he had ever smelt before. He couldn’t help but cry through his tears, holding his tiny son to his bare chest until he was sure his heart was beating only for him. Only a few hours old and Daniel was overcome with a love so strong that he never thought it was possible. Yes, Marigold was his one and only but Lennox? Lennox was the air in his lungs since the moment he took his first breath.

Daniel left a few soft kisses to the top of his head, rubbing his hand over his back as the baby drifted to sleep against his chest. They sat there together for at least an hour, Daniel singing softly to him as Marigold got her well deserved sleep. Daniel kept an eye on her even as he held their son across the room.

He let his words speak for him out of his own sleep-deprivation, whispering nothing but truth to the baby that rested warmly against his chest, “I don’t think I say this often enough…but your mommy is the strongest woman I have ever met and you are one lucky little boy to have her. So am I. So you and me gotta keep an eye on her, okay? She’s tough but she’s still our lady so we gotta protect her the best we can…especially after she just pushed you out of her insides without any medicine. She’s a freaking warrior.”

Daniel shook his head in near disbelief as the last hours played back in his mind in a whirlwind.

He glanced down at Lennox and how his chubby cheek was squished against his chest and his little hands were draped up to his collarbones. With a smile, Daniel kissed his head and then continued quietly, “I’m gonna show you how to play hockey…and work on the farm…and take you on drives. And you’re going to be absolutely showered with love. Far too much of it. You’re going to be mama’s love of her life but you and me? We’re gonna be best friends, right? Plan the best surprises for her…all sorts of stuff. I have no clue what we’re doing…I’ve never done this dad stuff before but I think we’ll be okay, right?”

Lennox yawned in agreement. Daniel smiled adoringly and kissed his forehead.

Marigold shifted on the hospital bed and he looked over at her as she rubbed her tired eyes and tried to place where she was, “Daniel?”

“Yeah, sunshine? I’m right here.” he answered from her other side where he was sat.

Marigold rolled over slightly and glanced across the room at him, letting a soft loving smile come to her face at the sight of him sitting with their son before she spoke gently, “I’m starving…can you get me a burger from Wendy’s?”

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Chapter 7 - Slow Down

a/n: heyy, i really hope you like this one! let me know what you think. it’s long again too lol.

Summary: Daniel and Y/n are best friends, but like every clique love story lol, Daniel fell for Y/n, though he’s never admitted his feelings because Y/n has a boyfriend. After their exams, the group of friends decide to go on a “California-cation” (see what I did there haha) but Y/n’s boyfriend also tags along. It gets a little interesting and I guess you’ll just have to see how things go…

“Dani!” Y/n called out, leaning towards Daniel with outstretched arms and when he came close enough, she lightly tugged at his arm and he took a seat next to hers, basically squished right up beside her if it was for the thin barrier between them. Daniel felt his pulse quicken almost instantly and he slightly shuffled farther away, trying to disguise his nervousness and shaky breaths as he placed the flashlight down. The group of friends were sitting around a bonfire that Zach and Jack very proudly took credit for and moments later Grayson appeared with two large blankets in his arms.

“Hey baby” Grayson said tenderly as he approached Y/n, sitting down next to her. He pulled her hands out of her pockets to gently hold them and placed a kiss on her lips softly. Y/n giggled as he pulled away and he draped the blanket over her body, pulling her into his side with a secure arm. Though, mere moments later, he pulled out his phone, typing away just above Y/n’s head so she didn’t notice.

“Wassup guysss! Let’s have some funnnn!” Zach slurred his words as he trudged over, raising everyone’s eyebrows at the sight of him. His hot pink robe swayed with the gentle breeze and purple slippers sunk into the grass with every step he took. Daniel tried his best to muffle his giggles with his hoodie lifted above his mouth. Almost everybody stared at Zach with nothing but happy smiles and genuine laughter escaping from their lips.

“Zach, dude” Corbyn paused for a second to compose himself, “are those your pyjamas?”

“If you must know, yes these are my pyjamas.” Zach said confidently, pulling both sides of his robe together and tying it. He took a seat on a foldable chair next to Daniel.

“You comfy?” Daniel asked, giggling gently.

Zach crossed his legs. “Very.” He answered blankly.

Jonah clapped his hands together to get everyone’s attention. “I don’t know about everyone else but I’m starving” he dragged out with a slight chuckle and everyone else agreed instantly.

“Oh, I got it. That was my job.” Jack got up and went over to his bag, pulling out only bags of lollies. He walked over to the middle, “K so I got Sour Patch Kids, Trolli-”.

Jonah groaned, throwing his hands in the air with frustration. “Please tell me you didn’t just bring bags of candy?!” Jack stayed quiet, hesitantly passing a small bag of sour candy to Zach which he zealously accepted.

“We’re foodless? This is a tragedy.” Corbyn complained, lolling his head back on his foldable chair.

Y/n murmured from her place in Grayson’s arms, tucked comfortably with the blanket draped lazily over her legs. “Don’t worry, guys” She got up, heading to one of the tents. Shortly thereafter, she came back with a bag of marshmallows and a bar of chocolate. “I never go into the woods without being able to make s’mores, it’s practically illegal” she said with a giggle. Everyone thanked her gladly as she passed around the bag of marshmallows.

Daniel’s gaze remained on Y/n as she passed him the bag and he grasped her arm gently, caressing it with his thumb. “You’re a lifesaver,” he said honestly with a grin.

Y/n laughed, “It’s okay...but I didn’t bring sticks” She frowned at the rest of the group.

“Oh, we got it, right guys?” Corbyn glanced at the boys who all nodded knowingly.

Daniel furrowed his eyebrows, “we don’t need four boys to go get sticks…” He joked quietly, leaning in closer to Y/n, who got back to her seat.

“Haha, yea…” Y/n faded out, pulling the blanket around her. She watched the fire silently as sparks tumbled upwards into the dark atmosphere. Daniel’s eyes lingered on her figure, cheeks infused with rosy, pink, dimpled with an unfeigned smile. His content expression faltered when he saw Y/n slightly quivering, even though she was sheltered in a soft, woven cocoon.

“Y/n, you cold?” He asked, placing a hand gently on her arm.

She smiled, “yeah, I didn’t think it’d be this cold in summer” she giggled bashfully. She turned to Grayson. Once again, his eyes were glued to his phone and his fingers typed away aimlessly. “Hey, Gray…” Grayson looked up a moment late, almost angrily at his girlfriend.

“What do you…” He began, clearly irritated, though he quieted down when he noticed Daniel’s eyes glaring into his seriously. He cleared his throat before continuing, “What’s up baby?” He pushed a strand of her brunette hair from her forehead and kissed the same spot gently.

Y/n looked at him confused, and even as she felt his gentle kiss, her frown didn’t break. “Uh, can you grab my beanie?” She asked hesitantly, adding a “please” at the end. Grayson nodded lightly, peppering small kisses on her lips and forehead as if to smooth out the grooves etched in her soft skin.

His phone buzzed repeatedly moments later beside her and the persistent flashes of the screen made Y/n trail out of her light trance and she slightly shifted in her spot to reach over and grab it.

“Hey, Gray!” Y/n called out gently. “You got a text from-.” She was cut off before she could even see the small contact’s name on his phone when Grayson appeared in what felt like milliseconds, standing tall in front of her.

“Yeah, thanks babe” Grayson said quickly. “Here’s your beanie.” He said sweetly, placing it gently on her head before pulling it down to fit just right on her head.

“Daniel.” Zach whispered, tapping Daniel’s shoulder to get his attention. He shot his head up, straightening his back and widening his eyes at the touch of his bandmate's hand. Daniel glared at the boy in front of him, sheer confusion etched in his face.

“You scared the crap out of me!” He whispered sharply, glancing over at the other boys behind him. “What do you guys want?”

“Relax, dude...just come with us. But don’t tell Y/n.” Daniel huffed. He knew better than to listen to his cheeky bandmates but figured that his mood could only get better from there. He shifted his body, turning back to Y/n with a gentle smile.

“I’m gonna try and find a bathroom somewhere...or something” Daniel said casually with a chuckle. Y/n turned to him, looking up from her phone.

“Good luck!” She replied. With that, Daniel reluctantly got up from his chair and followed the boys who were a few paces ahead of him. They led him further into the woods, decorated with tall, scrawny trees and bushes that itched his legs. “We’re walking in the woods, in the dark. Great” Daniel muttered quietly as he trudged behind the boys.

They had finally stopped in an area where they couldn’t see Grayson and Y/n, but if Daniel squinted hard enough, he could still make out Y/n’s oversized hoodie and her woolly green beanie.

“Daniel.” Jack started, still wearing his pastel dyed pyjamas. “We’re gonna prank Gray and Y/n.” He informed, revealing two clown face masks that were hidden behind his back. Daniel took one quick glance at the items in Jack’s hands and shook his head.

“No.” He replied, crossing his arms over his chest. “We’re not doing that. Y/n’s terrified of clowns. I can’t do that to her.”

“C’mon Daniel, lighten up!” Jonah retorted gently.

Daniel scoffed, “Jonah? Is that you?” He rubbed his eyes jokingly. “I know you’re not exactly the ‘prank type of person’ but you’re agreeing with this?” He flailed his arm out, gesturing to the masks in Jack’s hands.

“You’re right, I’m not a fan of them. But I couldn’t just sit and watch you be an awkward third wheel.” He said with a chuckle. “Let’s just have some fun. That was the whole point of this trip.” He argued.

“Fine.” Daniel surrendered. “Why do you even have those anyway? You didn’t think to bring food, but you brought clown masks” Daniel teased gently. “Classic Jack” He tisked and the boys chuckled. Jack glared at him with his jaw practically on the floor before he broke out into laughter as well.

With fierce determination from most boys and a somewhat clear game plan the bandmates tiptoed back to where Grayson and Y/n were still cuddled up and basking in each other's company. Daniel rolled his eyes at the sight of them but continued sauntering forwards, nearly crab walking - which Zach found extremely funny - to stay hidden. Jack, Zach and Jonah were given the mission of distracting the young couple, so they began walking mischievously. Corbyn carefully followed Daniel, wearing the other identical mask.

Jonah turned back quickly. “Wait. We don’t have sticks!” He whispered sharply to the two other boys, who had completely forgotten about the initial task they were given.

“Don’t worry, I got this” Zach dismissed him with the wave of his hand and began walking forwards confidently.

“Guys! Guys!” He ran up to the young couple, halting in front of them. Zach could see Daniel and Corbyn crouched behind the couple but remained focused and the skid of his shoes sent dirt flying into Grayson’s face. His serious expression faltered, and he broke out into giggles as Grayson angrily dragged his palm across his face. Yet, at just the right moment, Daniel and Corbyn stood up behind them, shrieking loudly.

Both of them shot up and stared at them wide eyed and virtually paralysed to the spot, the horrifying appearance of the fake clowns holding them in a tightening grip. Grayson, who was leaning backwards on his palms, had his very breath sucked from his mouth and he swore he felt his heart beating in his ears.

The boys laughed loudly at their frightened faces and the two boys took off their masks quickly sitting back down in their seats as they joked to each other. Y/n groaned after realizing it was a prank and hid her face with her hands, pulling up the blanket over her head. Grayson, on the other hand, merely huffed loudly in annoyance and his gaze made a quick return to his phone screen. Daniel diverted his attention from the boys to Y/n. His lips curved downwards into a pout, and he jogged over to the side of Y/n’s seat. He slowly caressed her hair, “Y/n…” he spoke nervously, true concern laced in his quiet voice.

Jonah noticed Daniel and Y/n and smacked the boys to shut them up. Their talking and laughter stopped immediately, and their hands habitually grazed the back of their necks or landed in their pockets in embarrassment as they stood there silently.

Meanwhile, Daniel kneeled at Y/n’s side, urging her to pull down the blanket while he apologised profusely. Sure enough, Y/n slowly lifted the blanket off her face, revealing her feigned sad expression. Daniel furrowed his brow, “you, okay?” he asked. Y/n couldn’t hold in her laughter anymore and she broke, shrieking with laughter. “Oh my gosh.” Daniel huffed in relief, his lips finally melting into a faint smile.

“Wait, guys. Where are the sticks?” Y/n asked, looking at the boys expectantly.

“Ughh!” They groaned simultaneously, trudging back into the woods with slouched shoulders. Y/n merely giggled sassily, sneaking a glance at Grayson who didn’t look too thrilled.

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Daniel sat alone watching the weak fire quietly in the darkness. The crumpled, piece of paper laid in his hands. The soothing breeze calmed his racing thoughts and he absorbed himself in the melody of crickets and light swooshing of trees, letting the gentle aura of nature course through his body. He dropped his gaze to the earthy ground beneath him when he heard footsteps. Through the corner of his eye to see Jonah, walking over with his hands in his pockets and his hood up.

Jonah knew exactly what was going on with his best friend as soon as he saw the familiar piece of paper in his hands.

“How is camping so far?” He tried gently as he sat beside Daniel.

“It’s quiet... which means more thinking about y/n” He spoke quietly, not even a trickle of hesitation in his voice. Jonah sighed tiredly, eyes lingering on Daniel.

“I want her, Jonah.” Daniel whimpered, trying his best not to break out into tears. “And I know I shouldn’t, but I do” “It’s so stupid!” He said in exasperation, holding his head in his hands, elbows leaning on his knees.

“Dani, It's not stupid. You can’t fight how you feel.” Jonah said, smacking his hand to Daniel’s shoulder.

“It just hurts so bad. And I hate it because I want to be happy for her, I really do but I just can’t!” He whimpered, looking at Jonah, who urged him to continue with a small nod. “I mean the guy couldn’t even take a joke back there. I can take two, three, five hundred jokes! And I can sing and play instruments and juggle and-” Jonah chuckled gently, interrupting Daniel from his rambling and he cleared his throat before continuing. “Listen, I know that’s not what’s important. But I can love better than he can. I can make her so happy.” He paused, raking a hand through his hair. “I’m sure of it.” He finished.

“And I’m sure of it too.” Jonah replied, rubbing his hand up and down Daniel’s back soothingly. “I don’t have a perfect, magical answer that will make your hurt go away but I know that what’s meant to be, will be. You’ll get your chance to tell her how you feel okay? It’s all written in that letter anyway, right?” Jonah asked.

“Right.” Daniel replied, gazing at Jonah blankly.

“So, you know how you feel. You just need to tell her at the right time, and everything will work out the way it’s supposed to.” Jonah reassured soothingly. Daniel nodded with a deep sigh, and he straightened his back.

“Let’s get some sleep, okay?” Jonah said lightly.

“Okay.” Daniel said quietly as he got up from his seat.

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hopinglimelight · 3 years

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Loss (D.S)

A/N: What is up? Tis I, the magical Hope. Did I schedule this to post really early so I didn’t have to get nervous at the reactions? Yes! But then I was a sucker and wanted to surprise you all with it tonight instead! I’ll have to do format editing tomorrow, but the text will stay the same! I hope everyone has tissues to wipe away their tears of frustration or a pillow to squeeze out their emotions with. Enjoy 😈 -Hope

A year has passed since I revealed to Daniel that I was pregnant. At the time I was 12 weeks along. It had its ups and downs, but our relationship would eventually end. We both would make promises, mistakes, and other things that would eventually lead to our tragic ending. Let me catch you up.

After I told Daniel that I was pregnant, I noticed that his drinking was beginning to slow down a little. The binge drinking, however, has almost completely vanished. He also seems to be taking our relationship more seriously. When I had to deal with morning sickness, he was always there with me. He’s been to every appointment so far. He also carries a picture of our chicken nugget, due to my most frequent craving, with him in his wallet.

“Hey, Jonah! Want to see the little lemon?”

By the time he made his way over to Corbyn, I was getting a bit embarrassed. But Daniel wasn't; he would run like a mad man for the baby. Maybe that's what caused him to break.

His little fruit names kept going for a while. Each new week, little nuggie and I awakened with their new nickname.

“Good morning my little apple.” I giggled as he pressed a kiss to my stomach. I didn't have a bump yet, but it was starting to get obvious that I was pregnant.

“Are you going to change the fruit to match me every week?”

“You bet baby.” Now kissing me on the lips.

Daniels' pride when we found out that we were having a little boy would always make me smile for years and years to come.

“Okay, so you guys are just in luck! Baby is in the perfect position to find out the gender, that is if you want to know today.”

I looked over to Dani and he nodded. “Yes, please.”

“One moment.” I held my breath as the doctor finished looking. She quickly wiped off the gel so I could sit up. “Congratulations on your baby boy!”

I jumped off of the table straight into Dani’s arms. He picked me up gently as I squealed.

“A boy. We’re having a boy.” He whispered.

“Are those tears in your eye Dani?”

“No.” He giggled and quickly wiped his eyes.

So by the time I was seven months, what used to be an old guest bedroom was transformed into a nursery. A neutral grey was painted on the walls. Daniel built a crib, put a few shelves, and I went shopping for little onesies and baby blankets. Two weeks before I turned nine months, the boys showed up with little gifts. Zach got him an elephant, Corbyn had a little astronaut, Jonah was with a cup of coffee, and Jack got him a little guitar. Everything was perfect…. Until my water broke. With the boys still in the house.

After over 7 hours in labor and an extra 15 minutes pushing all 8 pounds and 7 ounces of our baby. Two days later, Daniel and I got to go home with little Alexander Thomas Seavey. And then, after a few months, Daniel went back to his old ways.

After leaving for the evening with an “I’ll be home later.” Daniel did indeed come home later. Daniel dragged his ass home absolutely wasted at 3 am. He was lucky he had tried to sneak in and didn’t wake Alex.

“Where the fuck were you Daniel,” I asked as calmly as I could.

“I told you.” He shrugged. “Out.”

“Whatever. I left a blanket, pillow, and trash can by the couch for you. Good night. Or should I say good morning?” I huffed and went up the stairs. I quickly stopped into the nursery to make sure the baby was sleeping. I would have to get up at six to feed him again and deal with Daniel.

By the next month of this, and one too many “I thought we were past this!” our relationship was tense. We were at Corbyn’s house and letting Alexander hang out with his other favorite uncles.

“I’ll get it! It’s Kora and Alexander!”

“Wow, I’m here too,” Daniel mumbled.

I didn’t get to respond to him because Corbyn opened the door, very quietly.

“Hi Kora, Daniel. Ah, Alex! It’s me. Chev your favorite uncle.”

“Corbyn, don’t tell my son that that’s your name. Please and thank you.”

I smiled at everyone else as we walked through the door.

“Besides.” Zach grinned. “Everyone knows that I’m the favorite uncle!”

“Really, Z? You look like Kora gave birth to you yesterday.”

“Nice one, Jack.” I gave him a fist bump of approval as Zach groaned in the corner.

Within an hour, Corbyn was offering around drinks. I didn’t even bother telling Daniel off. I guess I was just so used to it by now that it didn’t even phase me anymore. Daniel was completely wasted, while almost everyone else had a similar buzz to them. Yes, Zach is underaged but he knows I’ll cut him off if I think he’s had too much to drink. I noticed how Jonah didn’t have a single drink. Yes! Now I have someone to leave my baby with because it’s absolutely not going to be his father in the state he’s in.

“Jonah, can you take the baby? I gotta go to the bathroom.”

“Yeah, all good Kora!”

It was all good until I was on my way back from the bathroom. I heard Daniel’s loud voice which wasn’t a surprise since he was drunk. It was the words he was saying.

“I love her so much.” He smiled. “But I don’t want to be in a relationship… let alone married. I probably would have left but she had my baby four months ago!” He laughed, and I took a step back. No one knew I was around the corner.

“Daniel… that’s pretty messed up.” Jonah frowned and Daniel just laughed some more.

“No. What’s really messed up was I fucked some girl in Maui.”

“Daniel!” Corbyn yelled. “That was like 24 hours after you got married!”

“I was drunk.”

“It’s always that same excuse.” I practically leaped from the corner, the other four boys flinched. Not Daniel. He sat there with a smile as he acknowledged my presence.

“Hey, baby! How long have you-”

“Don’t ‘hey baby’ me, Daniel James! I heard you. A girl? In Maui! Fuck you. I’m taking Alex and we’re going home. You can stay here tonight.”

“Jonah, give me my baby.” He handed over my child with a very apologetic smile on his face.

Daniel didn’t come home the next day, he came home after two. I know Corbyn told him what he said. When Daniel came home, it wasn’t to me. It was to an empty home, mine and Alexander's stuff cleared out. I left two things for Daniel, I left the divorce papers I found in the bottom of his dresser on the dining room table. My name is already signed. Besides the tear-stained papers, was an envelope. Daniel tore it open to find a letter

“Dear Daniel,

I found these in your dresser. So it was true? I’ll text you a time and place to meet up to take your name off of Alex’s birth certificate. I wouldn’t want to burden you.

P.S I hope you enjoy your present.

-Kora”

Left inside of the envelope, was Kora’s engagement and wedding ring.

Daniel hated himself. How could he have been so stupid? He just let the two greatest things slip away from him. And it was all Daniel's fault. Well, him and the alcohol. If only he had listened to Kora. His friends would begin to distance themselves from Daniel. They thought he was stupid as well. And oh would he pay.

Daniel would never get over it. Every woman he would see would remind him of the foolish mistakes, his poor choices that would lead him to his greatest loss.

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pinktintedmonocle · 3 years

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Dedicated Followers of Fashion - A Cobra Kai Lawrusso Fanfic - Chapter 1

Daniel raised an eyebrow. “That jacket is certainly something. Where did you even get that?”

Johnny shrugged. “Can’t remember. Had it since the nineties.”

“Oh yeah? Thought you didn’t own any clothes bought after 1989?”

When Johnny wears his sleeveless denim jacket to sparring practice, long buried feelings begin to emerge between him and Daniel. As they try to deal with their emotions, a few iconic outfits from their past make a reappearance.

Set post season 3, so beware spoilers if you haven’t finished it yet.

1992

“John Lawrence, here for the modelling gig.”

The receptionist looked at Johnny over the top of her wire rimmed glasses, pursing her lips in disapproval.

“You’re late.”

“Yeah, I know. I ran outta juice half a mile from the nearest gas station and me and my friend Bobby had to push my Firebird – ”

“Just sign here”, said the woman, pushing a clipboard towards Johnny. “Then take a left down there to get to costume and make-up.”

She pointed towards a corridor with a blood red nail and Johnny squiggled his signature then set off, walking briskly. He knocked on the door and it was quickly opened by a harassed looking man in a brightly patterned shirt.

“Are you the model? You’re very late you know, we were expecting you almost an hour ago.”

“Yeah, I know”, said Johnny. “But my car -”

“I don’t care, just get in here”, said the man, dragging Johnny into the room and starting to unbutton his shirt.

“Right, we need to get your clothes off and the baby oil on. Miranda!”

A small woman with a measuring tape around her neck materialised out of seemingly nowhere, brandishing a bottle of oil. Together, Miranda and the man prepared Johnny for the shoot, styling his hair and oiling him up. They gave him a pair of low rise designer jeans to change into; he quickly took off his own very much not-designer jeans and pulled them on.

“Right!” said the man, clapping his hands together and surveying his handiwork. “I think you’re all good to go! Oh – apart from one thing -”

He handed Johnny a sleeveless denim jacket and Johnny shrugged it on over his bare chest before the man pushed him out of the room and Miranda led him to the set.

After the shoot, Johnny walked up to the photographer.

“Hey, look I was just wondering if there are any more jobs like this going. It’s just I could really use the money and -”

“Oh, there are plenty of jobs like this going. For people who show up on time”, said the photographer, glaring at Johnny before walking off.

Back in the dressing room, Johnny scrubbed the baby oil angrily off his chest. He tugged his own jeans and shirt back on before his eyes fell on the denim jacket, now draped over the back of a chair. He slung it over one arm and left the building, more than ready for a beer with Bobby.

2019

“Maybe our new logo could be an eagle eating a snake”, suggested Johnny, picking up a pencil and beginning a crude sketch.

“Needs to have a bonsai in it”, said Daniel, not looking up from his phone.

“Alright. How about an eagle sitting in a bonsai eating a snake?”

Daniel tutted. “An eagle can’t sit in a bonsai, Johnny. It’s too big, the bonsai would just topple over.”

Johnny dropped the pencil and huffed, crossing his arms.

“Yeah, well, why don’t you try and come up with some ideas, LaRusso, rather than just staring at crap on your phone? What are you looking at, anyway?”

“Your Facebook page”, Daniel answered without missing a beat. “And you’re right, it is crap. Why is there a photo of you pouting while standing in front of a mural of some angel wings?”

“Oh shit, thought I’d got rid of that one”, said Johnny, pulling a face. “Can you delete it for me while you’re there?”

Daniel sighed. “No, Johnny, I can’t delete it for you, that’s not how it works.” He was for silent for a moment, still scrolling, then smiled.

“This one of you and Miguel is nice, though. You at a concert or something?”

“Yeah, Dee Snider, the most badass rocker ever.” Johnny stuck his tongue out and raised his hand to his mouth, two middle fingers held down, mimicking the pose in the photo.

Daniel rolled his eyes. “That jacket is certainly something. Where did you even get that?”

Johnny shrugged. “Can’t remember. Had it since the nineties.”

“Oh yeah? Thought you didn’t own any clothes bought after 1989?”

Johnny threw the pencil at Daniel across the office they had set up in Miyagi-Do. The smaller man caught it easily and scowled, but Johnny just grinned.

“Maybe I’ll wear it for you sometime, LaRusso”, he said with a wink.

“Lucky me”, Daniel muttered, looking back down at his phone.

Johnny wasn’t sure if it was just a trick of the light, but it almost looked like there was a faint blush on Daniel’s cheeks.

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Johnny could tell before he even got out of bed that it was going to be a swelteringly hot day. He woke in the early hours of the morning and couldn’t get back to sleep, the sheets sticking uncomfortably to his skin.

Eventually he got up and munched on cereal while aimlessly scrolling through Facebook on his laptop. (He had recently learnt that the box which asked him ‘What’s on your mind?’ was not a space for private thought, and that anything written in there could be seen by anyone else on Facebook. He discovered this after typing ‘How to take down Kreese and also what is cotton candy made of’ and Daniel had replied thirty seconds later with ‘You’re an idiot, Johnny’.)

As the heat continued to build Johnny took a cold shower before selecting an outfit for the day’s training. He threw on shorts and a sleeveless t-shirt and was just about to walk out of the bedroom when the denim jacket caught his eye, crumpled up on the floor of his closet.

Maybe I’ll wear it for you sometime, LaRusso.

Johnny picked it up, and before he could change his mind he shoved it into his gym bag and headed out of his apartment.

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“Good work today everyone”, said Daniel, nodding approvingly as the students filtered out of Miyagi-Do, wiping sweat off their foreheads and glugging from water bottles.

“Yeah, getting badass”, agreed Johnny. “Barely any pussies among you now. Well, apart from maybe you.” He pointed at Demetri.

The pale boy looked offended. “Hey, what’s wrong with me? I thought I did pretty well today!”

“You did, Demetri”, Daniel said reassuringly, patting him on the back as he left and frowning at Johnny.

Johnny just smirked and glanced towards the house, thinking longingly of the ice cold Coors Banquet waiting for him in the newly installed refrigerator.

“Hey Sensei!”

Johnny turned to see Miguel standing in front of him.

“You wanna come over to mine for dinner tonight? My mom says you’re welcome to join us if you don’t have any other plans.”

“Not tonight, kid. I’m gonna stay here for a bit, work on some new moves with LaRusso. But another time, yeah?”

“Yeah, of course”, said Miguel with a smile. “See you later, Sensei.” He started to walk out of the dojo, waving goodbye to Daniel as he went before looping an arm around Sam’s shoulders.

When the kids had left, Daniel turned to Johnny.

“You hungry?”

Johnny shrugged. “I could eat.”

He followed Daniel into the house, allowing his eyes to trail down the other man’s petite form. It had been a while since Johnny had seen Daniel train in anything that wasn’t a tracksuit or a gi, but due to the temperature Daniel was dressed similarly to Johnny in shorts and a sleeveless workout top. Johnny watched as Daniel’s long legs carried him out of the yard and inside, a slight sheen of sweat glinting on the tanned skin. Johnny bit his lip and fetched his longed for beer from the refrigerator, taking a swig.

“You want a cold one, LaRusso?” he asked.

“Do you have any beer, or in fact any form of alcohol, that isn’t a Coors Banquet?”

“No.”

“Then I’ll stick with water”, Daniel said dryly. He turned around to start preparing the dinner and Johnny held up his middle finger behind his back.

As Daniel busied himself Johnny opened his gym bag, reaching inside and pulling out a towel to wipe the sweat off his brow. He paused when he saw the jacket, scrunched up in the corner of the bag along with a can of deodorant and a packet of corn nuts.

Maybe I’ll wear it for you sometime, LaRusso.

Lucky me.

He took it out of the bag and pulled it on, feeling the rough denim scratch against his skin, before strutting back into the yard and sitting on the deck. He sipped his beer as the early evening sun beat down, trying and failing to think of something that wasn’t Daniel LaRusso’s legs.

Daniel soon emerged from the house and strode over with two plates of food. When he caught sight of Johnny he stopped mid-stride, mouth opening and closing a few times before he settled on just shaking his head.

Johnny grinned. “What? Told you I’d wear it for you sometime, LaRusso.”

“You’re ridiculous, you know that Johnny?” said Daniel, joining Johnny on the deck and handing him a plate and cutlery.

“I’m ridiculous? You’re the one who has a dojo in an ornamental garden.”

“What, as opposed to a more sensible location for teaching children karate, like a public park or a seedy strip mall with faulty wiring?”

Johnny ignored the jibe and poked at his dinner with a fork, wrinkling his nose in distaste. “A salad?” He put the bowl down. “Think I’ll go and grab a burger.”

“Really, Johnny? You want something hot in this heat?”

“Maybe I do”, Johnny replied, making eye contact with the smaller man.

This time the blush that bloomed on Daniel’s cheeks was definitely not a trick of the light.

After a moment Daniel coughed and looked away. “Come on Johnny, eat your salad. It’s good, I swear.”

Johnny pulled a face again but still speared a carrot and a lettuce leaf with his fork and popped them in his mouth, munching nosily. As green stuff went it actually wasn’t too bad. Not that he would ever tell Daniel that.

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After dinner they discussed potential new moves they could teach their students for the tournament, Daniel diligently writing them all down while Johnny lounged on the deck, nursing another Coors Banquet. (“Why don’t you just teach them that move you used on Kreese, the one that made his arms go limp? Then we’d win no problem.” asked Johnny. Daniel had rolled his eyes. “Funnily enough, temporarily paralysing your opponent is considered an illegal move in a karate tournament for children.” “But you can at least teach me, LaRusso.” “I’m not doing that, Johnny. You’d use it on anybody who annoyed you, which would mean practically everyone in the valley would have numb limbs.”)

Eventually Daniel put the pen down and stood up, offering a hand out to Johnny.

“You wanna try putting some of these moves into action?”

Johnny nodded and clasped Daniel’s hand, letting the smaller man pull him up. As he did, Johnny let his thumb rub gently over the back of Daniel’s hand for just a moment, noting with interest the slight but noticeable hitch in Daniel’s breathing as he did so. He thought of the blush from earlier, the way the pink tinge had spread prettily across Daniel’s olive skin, and swallowed thickly. The sensible thing would be to ignore these feelings, to push them back into the distant corner of his mind where they had been dwelling for the past three decades.

But Johnny Lawrence was not good at doing the sensible thing.

Daniel started to warm up while Johnny did a few half-hearted stretches of his own. Then they got into position in the middle of the yard.

“You gonna be able to move properly in that, Johnny?” asked Daniel, eyes flicking up and down Johnny’s denim clad torso.

“I can move in anything, LaRusso. Don’t think you’ve got an advantage over me just because you’re wearing some fancy-ass designer workout gear and $300 sneakers.”

“Whatever, Johnny. You wanna start with the new set of kicks?”

They trained for about forty minutes, moving from the kicks to a new punching technique and then into some blocks (“Can’t we just keep punching?” Johnny had asked. “’Cause you know, the best type of defence is just more offence.” Daniel raised an eyebrow. “That’s the winning attitude that got us into this mess to begin with. Come on Johnny, let’s just try it my way, OK?”)

The sun was low in the sky but it was still baking hot, and Johnny could feel the sweat running down his chest, exacerbated by the heavyweight denim. It was worth it though. Johnny hadn’t really planned what would happen once he’d put the jacket on, but the first time Daniel’s bare skin had come into contact with the fabric he had let out a breathy little gasp. Johnny had then deliberately started to make sure his jacket touched Daniel whenever possible, and by the time they had worked through most of the new moves Daniel was looking dishevelled, hair unruly and falling into his eyes, skin slick with sweat, breath ragged. He lashed out with a front kick and Johnny blocked as planned, but rather than backing off he spun Daniel around and pulled him into an embrace so the smaller man’s back was flush against his chest before dragging his jacket slowly over Daniel’s damp skin. Daniel shuddered and let out a small whimper. He went to move away but Johnny grabbed his wrist and pulled him back in so that they were face to face. Johnny let go of Daniel’s wrist, moving his hand instead to the other man’s waist, letting his fingers rub over the slight swell of softness at Daniel’s middle.

“Johnny”, Daniel breathed, voice breaking, eyes wide, leaning in just ever so slightly.

Johnny gulped. This was dangerous territory; flirting was one thing, but they were now on the verge of something else entirely. An image of Carmen and Miguel flashed into his mind, happily chatting away at their family meal, and he felt a sudden rush of guilt. Daniel was still staring at him with those big doe eyes, and he suspected that if he went in for a kiss the smaller man wouldn’t resist him.

Instead he stepped back, arms dropping to his sides, almost tripping over a rock as he put some distance between him and Daniel (who designs a dojo with freaking great lumps of stone in it, anyway? And Daniel had the nerve to criticise him for being unsafe).

“Uh”, he said, throat dry, voice coming out low and scratchy. “That was good. I mean, good – uh – session. With the new moves.”

Daniel just stared at him for a moment before he seemed to come to his senses.

“Uh, yeah”, he said, clearing his throat. “Good, uh, good work Johnny.”

“Uh, yeah. You too”, said Johnny, gesturing vaguely in Daniel’s direction. They were both silent for a second and then they both spoke at once.

“It’s getting late, I should –”

“So I need to get back –”

They smiled tightly at each other.

“See you tomorrow, LaRusso”, Johnny said awkwardly.

“Yeah. Tomorrow.”

Johnny fetched his stuff from the house and left by the front door, slinging his bag into the back seat of his car. He pulled out of the driveway, glancing for a second in the rear view mirror. Daniel stood in the doorway, watching him, an unreadable expression on his face.

At home, Johnny peeled off the denim jacket and threw it back into the closet. He grabbed a beer from the refrigerator and drank it in one before cracking open another and sitting down in front of the TV. He let a mindless action film wash over him until he felt his eyelids start to droop and he drifted off on the couch to dreams of long legs and big eyes and a soft New Jersey accent that just whispered Johnny, Johnny, Johnny over and over again.

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leafs-lover · 4 years

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Because Two People Got Drunk: 14

Series Masterlist

A/N: Bold is text messages, italics are flashbacks

Summary: You and Fred have returned from the summer as the new season is starting up. You try and navigate your lives as your dynamic has changed.

Warnings: Swearing, angst, smut

Word Count: 3700

Chapter 14

F: Hey home opener is Saturday, would love for you and Ollie to come. Let me know

You sit at your phone staring at it for a bit before facetiming Allie.

“Hey girl” she says answering.

“Hey what’s up?”

“Not much you?”

“Not a lot” you pause “Fred just asked me to come to the opener with Ollie.” “Why is that weird?” she asks you.

“He is still with Danielle the nurse” you grumble.

“You know if you didn’t weasel out in the summer you could be with him now".”

You hear a knock on your door and open it to see Fred “Hey Fred" you say letting him in.

“Hey (Y/N) how’s it going?”

“I’m good, you?”

“I’m good. Thanks for letting me get him so late.” He says about the fact it’s almost 10pm. “I had plans tonight, but I wanted the full day with him. Trying to get as much time in with him as I can before the season starts back up.”

“Oh no worries, I’m sure he won’t even move when we grab him. I actually wanted to talk to you about something anyways" you say as you head to the kitchen for some water.

When you arrived home a few weeks ago and realized you have feelings for Fred. After month of everyone around you telling you this, you finally realize it to be true and you hope you aren’t too late.

You hope you aren’t too late, because you plan on finally telling him tonight. And if you are too late you realize that you two can get through it since you have repaired your relationship from Valentine’s Day and everything that transpired after.

When you return you look at Fred and see he is wearing dark washed jeans with a white polo under a dark blazer. You stare at him a little bit before finally saying “you look nice, big date tonight?”

Crap, that wasn’t what I wanted to say.

He stares at you for a second “uh um” he starts clearly uncomfortable. “Yeah I was.”

You stare at the wall, looking about 3 inches beside his face. You aren’t able to look at him as you feel yourself go numb. You don’t hear anything and the silence feels like it goes on for minutes, although it likely was only a few seconds.

“(Y/N)” Fred says finally drawing you from your thoughts. “You wanted to talk to me about something.”

“Oh.” Not a chance you can say something now, he has moved on. Why couldn’t you have looked at him first and realized what he was wearing. He said he had plans; obviously it’s a date when he is dressed like this.

“No. It’s nothing" you manage to say talking a drink.

“You sure because -"

“Yeah I’m sure; let me get Oliver for you.” You walk into his room and lean against the wall taking a few deep breaths. You carefully scoop him up and return to Fred passing him off.

“You sure you don’t have anything you want to talk about?” he asks.

You shake your head, trying to avoid looking into his eyes. You can feel tears sitting in your throat, your bottom lip trembles slightly.

“No, everything is good” you manage to say placing a blanket on Oliver as you practically push Fred into the hall.

You take a few steps toward your living room so Fred can’t hear you through the wall. You fall to the floor and begin to cry as you realize that the man you love, the man who you thought loved you doesn’t. You hurt him so bad he walked away to someone else and now you are too late.

You shake your head remembering that night and how broken you felt. You managed to pick yourself up, literally and figuratively and have moved past those feelings. But you don’t know if you are ready to meet the girl he is dating.

“So is she going, and if so why invite me too?”

“Maybe they aren’t together anymore, or maybe she is busy or doesn’t like hockey. So many reasons. Just don’t overthink this. And if she is there maybe Fred thought you’d want to meet her before leaving your kid alone with her.”

“If that’s the case I’d rather just meet her at a drop off, not with a bunch of other people around. Or maybe he should ask me if I want to meet her before introducing us” you practically spit out the last sentence.

“I still don’t get why you didn’t tell him in the summer" she says lightly.

“Because he had a girlfriend” you say.

“She was hardly a girlfriend at that point and -"

“Well it doesn’t matter because he is with her and I’m over him” You yell cutting her off. You can see her scowl through the phone, she doesn’t believe you.

“I am. I met someone last week, I have been talking to Connor a little bit -"

“Like a band aid for Fred?” she asks.

“No, I don’t need a band aid for Fred because I’m over him and have moved on. What I was going to say is he seems nice, and he’s funny. I want to see him again.”

“Then why does it matter the reason behind your invite, if you both are seeing people. Just don’t overthink this babe. It’s the home opener, he wants his son there. So just talk to him after.”

You and Allie continue to talk before you finally hang up.

Y: Yeah for sure, we’d love to go!

F: Great, I’ll leave the tickets at the box office. Also I got him a new jersey I’ll leave that too.

Home opener comes and you are still a ball of nerves. You dress yourself in a pair of high-waisted white jeans, with a green and pink floral puffy sleeve shirt with pink open toed wedge sandals. You dress Oliver in a pair of jeans and white t-shirt, before heading to the lounge you swing by the box office to get the tickets and you put Oliver’s new jersey on him.

“Hey” Kathy says pulling you in for a hug “wow he is so big, probably going to be walking soon!”

“I know! He pulls himself up on things all the time, he also tries to walk holding your fingers, but he hasn’t walked without support yet.” You make your way down to the glass as the boys participate in the pre-game skate. Fred is skating a lap before he spots you guys and stops in front of you.

Ollie smiles at his dad as Fred taps on the glass “dadda” he babbles as he waves at his dad.

“Yeah is that your daddy” your coo.

“He is such a mini Fred, like identical to him.”

“I know the same hair and eyes, his entire face is just Fred” you say.

“Yeah” she agrees. “He will grow up to look exactly like Fred.”

The players skate off and you return to the lounge, scanning the crowd for Danielle. “Looking for someone” Christina asks scooping Oliver from you.

“Yeah, I was wondering if Danielle was coming, Fred’s girlfriend. I wasn’t sure if he invited her.”

“I don’t think she is coming, nobody told me is she was.”

The game is intense and Oliver falls asleep part way through the second period, you just hold him in your arms as he sleeps. The Penguins win 3-2 in overtime and you head down to the players tunnel to meet Freddie. As you wait there Oliver stirs in your arms and wakes up. You try to rock him back to sleep but the people around cause too much of a distraction. He starts squirming to be put down so you do, bending down to give him your fingers to help keep him balanced. A few minutes later you see Fred come out of the room scanning until he sees you guys. He has his tie loosely around his neck, the top button undone and his hair is still wet. He sees Oliver and bends down a few feet in front of him “what are you doing up bud? Way past your bed time.”

He reaches out to grab Oliver, at that moment Oliver releases your fingers and takes a few wobbly steps towards Fred before stumbling. Fred quickly scoops him up as you all start freaking out. “Oh my god!” you scream some people looking over at the commotion.

“He just walked, he just, he just walked. Like no support or nothing. Just like walked!” Fred exclaims picking him up and squeezing him tight. You walk over and kiss his forehead “I can’t believe my boy is walking. You’re too little, mommy isn’t ready for this.” Fred pulls you in tight and you smell his faint cologne mixed with soap and sweat as he kisses your hair. You hear Sidney say “time to get him some skates” which causes you all to laugh.

“Can I get a ride home? I carpooled here” he says.

“Yeah lets go” you reply. The two of you walk with to the car with Fred’s hand on the small of your back leading you out of the building.

“Is he already asleep?” you ask approaching the car.

“Yeah he is” Fred says buckling him in.

“Do you want me to park in the garage and help bring his stuff up?” you ask as you drive.

“Yeah that would be great thanks.”

You help Fred with the stroller and diaper bag as he removes Oliver and carries him to the elevator. You help carry everything in, as Fred puts Oliver to bed. He finds you in the kitchen, his tie now off. “You want a drink?” he asks grabbing a beer. You nod and he hands one to you sitting in the barstool beside you.

“Was a good game tonight” you say.

“Thanks” he says.

“Um, so you know that you could have got Danielle to bring him tonight.”

“Oh um… I haven’t introduced him to her yet” he says.

“Oh I kind of figured you had already”

“I’m not really sure if I’m ready for that yet” he explains. “It’s only been a few months, I don’t know how serious we are or where I see this going with her.”

“Okay, well when you are ready to introduce him to her, or someone just know I trust you.”

“Thanks.”

You sit there a little longer talking and drinking, you’re now on your 4th drink. Fred gets up to get you each a new drink when you look at the clock, it reads 12:10. You jump up and run over to Freddie as he turns around from the fridge and you wrap him in a big hug “Happy Birthday” you exclaim.

He chuckles wrapping his arms around you “thanks (Y/N/N)” you look up at him, as he stares down your eyes lingering maybe a little too long. He pulls back from you and you both move back to the island and continue talking.

“I can’t believe that happened!” you exclaim while laughing, you feel Fred’s land on your thigh. After you stop laughing, not even sure what you were laughing at you stare at each other. Fred’s hand remains on your thigh while you stare at each other.

You lean in as you feel him close the gap your lips softly connect. He sets his beer down on the counter before his hands reach the small of your back. You shift closer and run your hands through his hair as Fred deepens the kiss. His hands drop to cup your ass pulling you onto his lap; you allow his tongue entrance to your mouth.

He stands up and your legs wrap around his waist. He begins walking to the bedroom as your tongue attaches to his neck placing light nibbles and kisses. He groans as he drops you on the bed before climbing on top of you as he begins sucking on your neck.

“Mmm” you moan out as his hand slides under your shirt. You begin to unbutton his dress shirt as he pulls your shirt over your head “fuck” he mumbles as his mouth attaches to your breasts. You undo the last button and push it off his chest, you press on his chest causing him to fall onto his back and straddle him. Fred reaches up and unclasps your bra, freeing your breasts “forgot how nice your tits are” he says bringing a hand up to pinch one of your nipples.

You throw your head back before you undo his belt as you begin rocking against him searching for friction. You feel him grow hard under you as a groan leaves his mouth. You undo his zipper and slide a hand inside palming him over his boxers. Fred undoes your jeans and begin to slide them off you. You step off the bed and out of your pants. After you pull his pants and boxers down his legs, his cock slaps against his stomach. You work your way back up his legs, you slide your hands up his large thighs and you leave a trail of gentle kisses in your wake.

You finally make your way to his hard member as you lick a stripe up the underside. You use your hand to guide him into your mouth tasting his salty pre-cum. “Fuck” he mumbles as you start bobbing on him, his hands reach down to grab your hair. You continue to bob on him, gagging slightly at his size. You use your hand to help with what you can’t fit.

You continue your pace, as you re-familiarize yourself with his size. Bobbing up and down on him you slowly begin taking him deeper as you feel him hit the back of your throat. You continue taking his entire length; he hits the back of your throat every time. Your hands rub up and down his thighs.

You hear Danish curse words spill from his lips as you look up at him through your lashes. Saliva is dribbling out of your mouth and down your chin, your hair has begun to fall to the front of your face and in your mouth. You choke slightly on it before his hand comes down to your hair, hastily pulling it out of your face into a loose pony.

“I’m gonna cum” he says. You bring your hand up to massage his balls as you continue to deep throat him. His hands tighten their grip on your hair as you feel his dick twitch as warm cum spurts down your throat. You slow your bob on him as you swallow and lick up anything that has spilled.

You release him from your mouth and wipe your chin cleaning any spit from you. You crawl up him as he pulls you down capturing you in a deep passionate kiss. He uses his arms to reach down and grab your ass, pulling you up higher “come up here” he whispers as you crawl the rest of the way until you are sitting above his face. He grabs your hips and pulls you closer to his mouth, you can feel his warm breath against your folds as his beard tickles the sides of your legs.

You shudder as he begins nipping at the inside of your thighs inching towards your core. He begins sucking on your clit as a light whimper leaves your mouth “you’re so wet baby” he mumbles against you. You reach forward to brace yourself on the wall with your right hand, bringing your left down to grip his hair. He uses his hands to bring you down closer to his mouth and holds you firmly there.

His tongue licks a stripe up your entrance before sliding inside. His nose brushes against your clit as he pushes his face up. “Fred” you moan as he continues his assault on you. He pushes his tongue in further, you start to squirm as he pulls you down closer. He continues to lick the inside of your walls, one of his hands come down to scissor you as he sucks on your clit.

He pumps his fingers inside you, a slow pace but his fingers are thrust fully inside you. His mouth suck on your clit while his fingers continue to pump inside you. “I’m close babe" you whimper as you feel your walls tightening.

Fred pulls you down closer his tongue slips inside your folds, lapping inside you. Fred can feel your walls tightening around his tongue as he continues to work on you. You grip his hair even tighter tilting his head back slightly allowing him a better angle. This slight change sends you over the edge as you pulsate around his mouth. He keeps going until you finish when he loosens his grip on you. Your hand let’s his hair go, shocked you didn’t pull any out.

You slowly rise up and shift to sit beside him, your back against the headboard. He turns onto his side and looks at you, his beard glistening from your juices. “Fuck you’re unbelievable” he says.

Still out of breath you can’t respond, he pulls your legs so you are lying on your back. He rolls over to be on top of you, placing light kisses on the neck causing you to moan lightly. You feel his hard member press into your stomach as he places kisses on your neck and chest.

He reaches over to the night stand and grabs a condom rolling it onto himself. He returns to you kissing you passionately as he lines himself up with you folds. He slowly pushes in you as you grip the bed sheets, you lightly bite his shoulder to supress your moans.

Fred reaches down and grabs one of your legs bringing it to his shoulder as he slowly thrusts “fuck your tight babe.” He keeps his slow pace allowing you to adjust, your head falls back “been a bit” you whisper. His pace begins to slowly speed up as he drops lower pushing your leg down closer to your chest, allowing him a deeper angle.

“Freddie” you moan as he continues, your hands raking his shoulders. Filthy sounds leaving your mouth, your skin flapping fill the bedroom “you feel so good babe” he whispers as he pushes deep inside you. “You gonna cum for me baby? Need to feel you” Fred says as you feel your walls tightening around him.

“So close” you say as you feel him becoming erratic. You bring a hand down to your sensitive bud and press circles on it as Fred continues to thrust into you. Fred pushes deep inside you, each thrust hitting your sweet spot.

You spasm as your walls tighten. Fred feels your walls tighten around him, as he continues to thrust inside you, you scream out his name. Fred doesn’t stop thrusting inside you as your orgasm continues. As you come back from your orgasm you feel Fred’s dick twitch as he spills into the condom before letting your leg go and collapses onto you.

You bring your hands up and start stroking his hair as you lay in the bed, him still inside you. Finally your breaths begin to return to normal as Fred looks to you, engaging you in a soft kiss.

He slowly pulls out as you shiver from the loss of contact. He goes to the bathroom to dispose of the condom and returns with a damp cloth and gently cleans you before finding you a t-shirt and putting it on over your head. He pulls you in to his arms as the two of you begin to doze off.

The next morning you wake up to a cold empty bed, the clock reads 7:50. You lay there trying to process what happened. Did you actually sleep with Fred? What about Danielle? He did say they weren’t serious, maybe they aren’t exclusive yet. You are alerted from your trance by the sounds if Oliver’s cries.

You put on your outfit from the night before and pull your hair into a messy bun before walking to the living room where you see you crying son in Fred’s arms.

“Somebody takes a couple steps and thinks they don’t need help anymore. He fell and hit his head on the table" Fred explains.

You kiss him on the head and rub it soothingly “guess we better get used that now that he is learning to walk" you sigh.

“And he is a boy, they like to get in all kinds of trouble” Fred says poking Oliver’s side to try and tickle him.

“Oh, his crying face breaks my heart" you say kissing his cheek again.

You walk over to your purse and get a small box with an envelope and hand it to Fred “Happy Birthday Daddy" you say placing the items on the counter.

Fred sits at the barstool and opens the card smiling “I see Oliver signed it" he says due to the crayon scribbles on the inside.

Next he opens the small box which has some silver cufflinks that are engraved with Oliver’s birthday.

“Wow these a perfect Ollie, it’s like you knew I needed a new pair. Thanks bud!” Oliver claps his hands as Fred places another kiss on his head before putting him down.

“Thanks" he says pulling you in for a hug.

“No problem Fred.”

You both sit there silently for a minute before you finally say “I should get going.”

Fred doesn’t say anything he just nods. You walk over and kiss Oliver goodbye before going to the door and putting your shoes on. You open the door and turn to Fred who pulls you in for a quick side hug before separating. When you are in the hall and moving towards the elevator you hear Fred’s door close and lock.

That felt weird, maybe he regretted last night you think to yourself as you step in the elevator.

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tuwam · 3 years

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@urianius

it’s almost full circle. it could be something of a sign, but daniel tries not to think about it. he’s finally back in town, they have a show to do, one that’s coincidentally not that far from their university and coincidentally around the same time he’s getting a text message from ahyeon’s little business major friend that she’s back in town. he’d received such a massive level of support over their tag along tour, thanks to connections daniel’s starting making while busking and winning small city festivals. they’d managed to be the opening band for a bigger, more established band’s tour and now they’re completing the leg in their neck of the woods.

he doesn’t feel different, not immediately.

he hasn’t been on campus in ages, and between sharing the smallest of tour buses with his band members and learning and growing, he's almost surprised to be returning here. all the tour did was solidify what he wants to do and help him work harder so that his parents can trust in him. that meant - longer nights after a gig studying and finishing assignments while he was away. it meant, getting approval to do his classes away and giving his teachers a reason to endorse the special case rather than dropping out altogether.

to put it short daniel hauled ass during the tour with a few reminders in the small cramped bunk of the tour bus to keep him going. pictures of him and hanna right before he took off for the tour, with her and the band and her first clearance to leave the hospital bed in a while. her appearance is perhaps what triggered the change between him and his bandmates, with a few remarks about how they either had never met his sister or didn’t know he had one. maybe it’s the idea that this tour could very set their careers off and they wanted to make sure they were all solid with each other, or maybe it was just the close quarters that did it, but he became closer to them along the way.

daniel knows he’s very much a face for the band, though he didn’t start it he doesn’t pretend to not notice his contribution to their sound and their growth. he notices it in an easy way, like more and more fans, people yelling his name or searching for him after a stage but that’s all. he doesn’t speak of it, or bring it up during their many meetings and practices, the only thing he covets is his ability to carry a guitar solo and the way he can carry a note. the way he saw it, being cocky was one way to kick him off and make him start over, and being to himself was just an easy way to get along without getting along.

he became more aware of his status in the band during the tour.

there’s their leader and the keyboardist, responsible for a lot of the melodies that can actually accompany daniel’s playing. taehoon, a fresh graduate and finally taking his career to the next level with full support from his parents. a nice guy and an even more understanding leader. he’s the one responsible for pushing daniel’s place in the band after watching him at the audition. where they’d started as casual band mates, taehoon checking in on him and sending reminders, became lots of jokes and taehoon wrangling daniel under his armpit the way an older brother would when he would get in his moods.

there’s - yeonjun, who daniel always gives a side eye though he doesn’t mean to. he’s much younger, as in his sister’s age and the very reason he’d seen his sister at one of their gigs without his permission. he’s a good kid, a bit of a spitfire on the drums but it’s the right energy for them, with a mix of older souls to mellow him and though daniel always tells him to stop trying to hang out with hanna, yeonjun’s energy is the perfect mix for the energy he falls into when he’s really feeling a song. what started as simple glances and understanding during a song, turned to daniel playing right next to the drum set, the two of them banging out until headaches accompanied them after shows. it turned into daniel damn near chasing him after a show finding out he was facetiming his sister - his sister!

then there’s minhyuk, daniel’s acquaintance turned partner in crime. the main reason he’d established an interest in the band and an old classmate finally turned friend. the one who would always invite them out, the one who’d seen daniel’s show and first asked to come try out for the band and convinced the others to give him a shot. minhyuk who is the same age as him and made an effort to stay up late writing and feeling out beats or rhythms that wouldn’t get out daniel’s head. minhyuk who became both a pain in his side and a closer friend than he could imagine during the tour. minhyuk who would pick up his guitar cues from across the stage without a word and would just as fast pick up a melody line on his goddamn bass guitar so daniel could catch his breath.

slowly but surely, these men have made away into his life from this one tour faster than the time daniel’s been playing for the band. now he’s sure he’s playing with them. it’s that friendship that’s helped him get through the length and the grit of their first tour.

then there’s ahyeon.

and ahyeon - is damn sure a reason he’s pushing through the tour. it’s a reason for him opening up as well. despite all the messages from his sister, despite all the urges from minhyuk in the beginning. it’s ahyeon’s brief messages, her worry, her curiosity, her investment in things that he doesn’t really think about despite how short their time talking is. it’s maybe a message or two a day, or every few days, but it’s enough.

‘how are you and the guys?’ ‘did you sleep?’ ‘did you eat?’ ‘is everything going well?’

he’s graduated from snide comments and fitted her curiosity into something that carries care and genuine interest. it’s helped him grow, and it’s helped him write, and it’s made him want something to show for when he sees her back. no he didn’t think it’d be as fast as it was, the first show in their city in so long and their last show of the tour but here they are.

here he is, not even knowing for sure if she’ll show up. here he is, not having a word for what they are and still finding himself going through outfits for the first time in months. there’s minhyuk teasing him that he’s getting dolled up, there’s taehoon smiling like a dad and there’s yeonjun getting a water bottle thrown to his head for every smart comment he makes about finally meeting his ‘muse’. they’re annoying but - they’re not wrong.

he’s thought about this, what he might say, what he could say after all the time and all it’s made him think about. he’d be lying if he didn’t say a good bit of their newer, gentler songs were inspired by her. they’ve still got the usual, the gut wrenching feelings for growing up, growing old or growing in general. they’ve got plenty reasons to sing about sleepless nights and uncertain dreams but somewhere in between them are peeks of light that ahyeon’s spread through his notebooks. the boys have been more than happy to indulge him in that aspect by accepting the new songs or the change in lyrics. briefly, for cities that might make him miss her more than usual, and especially for today.

as always, daniel’s never good at saying - just good at writing and letting it speak for itself on stage. and that’s what taehoon reminds him when he’s pacing backstage and he doesn’t even know it. there are nerves, because he’s peeked out and damn he’s never allowed himself to really just sit and think about how pretty she is. but she is, she’s pretty and of course she is, she’s someone to make songs of, and he has. and he’s going to sing one of them today. for her. in front of her.

it feels more raw than he’s used to. there’s a fear in that. but there’s more fear in never getting to do this. fear in not knowing where they might go after this, what her plans are or what their future brings the band and where it takes them. there’s his sister too, there’s ahyeon’s thorn in his side friend, someone he’s also spent more time conversing with during her absence.

and it’d been a long absence.

and he’d felt it even more when he’d seen her out there, looking, waiting. he’s sure if it weren’t for the growth during the tour he wouldn’t have the confidence to do this. he’s also sure he never thought he’d be so cliche, dedicating a song to a girl that’s had his heart in twists and longing since she’d left. but here he is.

and there she is.

and there’s no time as the present.

getting it out isn’t hard. once daniel steps on a stage it’s always easy - so easy to let the rest go and focus on the task. delivering and making people feel, understand, hear and listen, really listen. it’s easier when he knows now he’s not alone in doing so. the stage feels lighter, and he doesn’t feel burdened even with the nature of some of the lyrics they sing. singing the song he’d written about her, he didn’t know his eyes had been closed, hand wrapped around the microphone until minhyuk had left the guitar line empty and he’d looked over upon hearing the change.

he got a smile and cant of his friend’s head towards the audience. so daniel sang this time, eyes open, eyes on her and loud and clear hoping to convey something - anything.

as always that’s the easy part. letting go on stage is easy, confronting everything you say, or feel when you’re off, when the adrenaline’s died - is the hard part.

he supposes that’s why he has friends now. because ahyeon’s already meeting them, and he doesn’t have time to yank his sister away from yeonjun because he’s face to face with her, throat dry suddenly despite all the water they’ve had from their set. there are still bands playing, the festival isn’t over and yet he can’t hear anything. he can’t really see her though he does catch the shit-eating grin kihyun is giving him from the side.

“you’re here.”

damn his throat is really dry.

‘of course she’s here she wouldn’t shut up about this show - next time invite her the night before so I can get some peace of mind. kihyun what do i wear, kihyun what do i say, kihyun what do i do?’ daniel doesn’t miss the glare ahyeon sends him but the younger is grinning, unbothered and he suddenly know the feeling they share very well. especially because from the corner pipes minhyuk, an arm thrown around daniel to avoid any fist thrown his way as he says:

‘danny boy was the same. what do i wear, what do i say to her, do you think she’ll like the song, is the song too much, do you think she’ll know it was about her? should i say it’s about her?’ daniel damn near puts him in a chokehold with the bottle under his neck. amidst the chaos of the two of them, his sister laughing as yeonjun talks to her, taehoon takes the opportunity to step towards ahyeon, full confidence and hand out.

‘he kept going on and on about some girl that was important coming so i’m guessing you’re her. nice to meet you.’ and says shit like that.

daniel slowly wishes the stage would’ve eaten him alive. minhyuk’s escaping his grip, ahyeon shaking taehoon’s hands with a look he can’t quite read on her face.

‘great let’s leave them just like this, ahyeon if you don’t say what you need to i’ll make sure your roommate locks you out the room unless daniel is walking you home holding hands like ugly college couples.’ kihyun is stepping away and out of the range of ahyeon’s smack with those final words and on his way towards yeonjun who is asking if he’s brought drinks for them to celebrate their return to which daniel is screaming that he make sure hanna gets home first. that leads to hanna turning at the speed of light to scream at him ( with yeonjun’s arm around her mind you ):

‘i’m fine! talk to your girlfriend!’ even his own sister is against him.

they finally give the two space.

the music is loud and unrecognizable, the sound of his heart is too loud to comprehend if it’s still in his chest. or if he’d thrown it all out on that stage. or if he damn near handed it to her personally. ahyeon’s face is red to her ears, and daniel wants to look away, feels like he’s seeing too many emotions in her eyes, things that aren’t for him, things he’s not used to. but he can’t, he doesn’t want to.

“sorry - about them....they’re alot.” ‘kihyun’s a lot - it’s fine - they’re nice.’ “yeah. did you - enjoy the show?” ‘yeah - the last song you wrote it?’

he clears his throat.

“yeah....did you like it?” ‘it was about me?’

there are many now or never moments, and despite the empty threats and the teasing it’s still up to him at the end of the day. it’s up to him to decide to follow through with all the thoughts and the longing so deep it could only bleed on paper for months. she’s right in front of him and he’s tripping over words like an idiot. but - maybe that’s the point. maybe that’s good. maybe it’s because she’s making him trip over words despite writing them so easily and performing them so confidently.

“yeah, it was about you. i missed you.” ‘so you wrote songs about me?’ “how else was I getting you out my head?” ‘you - you were thinking about me?’

daniel almost laughs.

“every other damn day.” and that - that’s pretty raw. that’s almost as raw as it can get. he feels it too, like a bandaid ripped off, like the air on him is still stinging, waiting for pain or relief in a sigh. he’s not sure what’s coming but he looks at her, asks almost nervously, almost as if he’s afraid and he’s dreamt up whatever has been between them for months.

“did - did you?”

ahyeon’s smile is something shy, something new.

‘yeah, a lot.’

and it’s so so worth it.

#urianius #{ w: daniel. }#{ ft. kihyun. }

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