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i saw johnny depp at the grocerie store

he was small

thomas edison's sons were chucky

they would kidnap for shit

i just heard one talk

ghost or microphone

leon throws beer cans at them like wayne

they fucked with kong

what did he hear first he wouldbelieve

smashing it more, adding more to it recorded

mercury ball

video

seance

smaller to bigger

he is a girl

500 girls for him here we go

giant to small

lasher

was him

thomas edison

his brother

sleepy hollow the woman who chopped off heads was lincolns "wife" when he was shot in a phone booth

it was hooked up to it

anyone could go over it anytime and firework blow it up

no one was

inject

umbilical cord hooked up to guy while fucking her

electrocutes him

900 times he got 80,000 pregnant

and the rest too

had to make it happen

him walking on all fours was weird

hanging on the wall with his feet too

39 pregnant against it

sam did it

st.valentines massacre

im for it

kill whats in her

then her

and hear her last words spoken to her

i hear it

mike to mary sue then johnny depp to madison square gardens

they lost

dead now

and shoot fetus first cant shoot him

she will turn around and shoot it out after, fetus

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that many for him to stop and look

just dragged his whole life

with him too come on girls

cant get up

end of heaven

or rest of the world was it to chair leg lift them up

men was table

legs down

and aanother child under him was temptation

leave us leadership us from evil

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lick and do it again

passes the cihld after to his dad

and he will get pregnant whats in it and she gives birth to two

no three

small

last one squirts out

got her fetus pregnant too

puses its button it wont stop

swing smashes it around

to stay there on the ground

beast shit was this

battle today

royale

play it like a piano he will not hurt you

keyboard

and fuck it up again giermo

i wont save you

cant either

he fucks it

upp

waits all day and night and wont write either

he wont meet me

and she doesnt give a shit either

youre a dad

alden's mom mary sue, jim morrisons mom, mary sue

marilyn mansons mom, mary sue

charles mansons mom with wayne, mary sue

she mated with wayne

then he was in denial

andd michael miller was killed in class by brock lesner

i alughed my ass off

right in front of me

two chairs

blood everywhere

his face was gone except a eyeball

then the guy he lived with came out and said he was charles manson

get out of court get in

sit in it right

ive been waiting all day

worked at mcdonalds

come on im back

is the guy after that one dies

lived with him

then rents a condo

it is their house still

jet packs after

monsters on this block

lindita is the fat now and then girl who got pregnant by the guy down the street old man

and said she owned half the block

then mated with fred dursts dad

the guy down the block

scottish son

like 25 or 35 years old

she was 12

7 in the movie

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The Pogues live 1986

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they let the next generation be a darker color to work

the resst were white

and you can only be beige

thomas edison with a beard

didnt mate with all his family members yet

he said it

the whole group is gay

is alden's dad, then went with alden's wife and had kelly clarkson after, made him cross eyed pissed

penny said her mom was elizabeth bell

with that old man

fake legs

came in a wheel chair

with needles

then they wwere the people fkng up the old folks home

then chris wanted to marry him

for manhattan

3 women decided it

to be fake liza menillis

and moms

to his family

like 95 of them

im spanish

half go to him

another half to naother building

then another half to another building

it was homeless buildigns

one got a idea

fuck me for marriage

said it to all of them

his mom said me

his dad said fuck

back and forth weird words

mumbles

muh me mer marriae

the sex would be like it

bump bump a bump bump

drinking small alcohol to ride it

or off ride

to get off pregnant on another guy after, elizabeth bell was it

if you hold someones tits up in gay female sex they will look like a man, finger them will sound like a man

and its always hot to lesbians

get in it get into it

she he is hot, wont leave, will enver leave them

elizabeth is a pike

you dont come back after too

and smoke on this while youre having sex with a guy come over to me after or i get him next

speaking of drug deals

friends

i had none

and guys

half are women

find don

fuck her

did they do a y2k internet prank with macafee

sa ve 100 dont go

their moms are dead

from frankenmuth

they just kept building stuff down the road

and living as mormon

openly do not marry but have sex to marry

they lie then

no anwser? civil war

taller? revolutionary war

car only to keep up to kill them

jay z is huuuge and a huge problem, punches in all the doors for anyone to go into

https://www.facebook.com/photo/?fbid=7243853235658755&set=gm.2301666843361629&idorvanity=259458537582480 anne marie openly fucked him there and he glues her eyes shut to stay there till they open

The Kitsch Meow

Fluffing pillows

Woo gay horny parent shit sometimes kids stay inside, 4,5,6,7,8

one stone over the next in the mouth is how to talk like it

it is a abusive and abused retard, and will not lern to not do it, and too bad to let live

so they go to war anywhere, they are just it

will keep attacking

and threaten till many come over, then they all attack someone

"who threatened them right? no she/he did to me"

aand gold lamp? she is gay and fat suit fake dick easy

plain women dont want anything

wasnt a bed either, stand up orgy house

on the gruond i can take his truck

with cm all over in it yea put it all over it i got it now prengnat with it what fight is it what and found one put it in the fat suit i did it whoa there it is taco bell table

shove it in there too

so a wakostan does it

too tan he is insane now

wont get hired is gay and gets alcohol and starts parties to get fucked, left his wife, had a dick

i was just killing people in cars until these giant sports guys do a back breaker at me

then i get up aand leave holy shit what

face

then

i leave through those groups of guys with cameras

keep going

saw one of their moms

i can walk in a house

here since wtf did i do

go in court

what is it

he keeps screaming

giant black guy now wont stop screaming so jude leaves

and he jumps in that seat

judges

and judges you

three tv shows complaining about it since

one got bleached sitting there whoa

inside

keeps going

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can only let out straight drugs here

dick fuck me he said to him

no no no we hold on

other guy said

is finally being that asshole when caught

is letting his kids go outside to get raped by guys

and in cars with any women and fake women

men in drag

needs them in his life

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they know how i looked down what my dads hair looked like

they look for him all day in crs

and he fluffed his hair to look like it

beef

for that guy to cancel the macafee i had to ask like 6 times

he said you got a deal

i dont want it

ect.

but you saved 200 dollars

i dont need it

you will like the program

omfg

for like 10 minutes

"get out there and do something"

jen met anthony and asked him to pay for her abortion

there is some guy who kept shooting aat us

a nut case who killed his mom

and kept his dads boner?

to movie show fuck em up

pretend you want something he will be there

and yea

who?

shoot him then

is the shot

vinnie is butthead, and the main hobbit

uhhhh

frodo

did he draw eyebrows on your dog

it made me mad

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=LgrV3jxI9Bw they each think they can get their own house sleeping around, each family member

My Dogs

They give them a dog then they fuck it cant pick it up then he leaves them, run in yard new dad fucks him whoa! Just stands there till there is a relationship touched his dick he will show it to his dad he got 54

surrounded me to get attacked by dogs

amanda clemonds

met with vinnie

yea i can definitley fuck him

said it at the end of the hoome movie

and what home they steal too

carrie married her

18 fucking houses

watch it again, reversed it

then it was full house

smash theirs open

clifford and dan/mission come out haha

the one in trailer park boys

dark hair always drink in hand

clifford is ow ow ow

hand thing

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=IQKm9Tv7nIQ this is him

Harvard President Claudine Gay says she will resign

If you are here I will gang rape anyone

i can hide behind glasses

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=enWbbLXB11w who gets the angles

Harvard president resigns amid scandals

over 270 guys

polled

from harvard

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on right

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then hog start it and bye

we start killing stalking her

killed two amish we got a place

well keep looking for me

live outside pregnant

we found 54

basket ball

lights

cameras give them away could be yours

if we dont do it now

noroi

i am right i did it

punch one

college kids right

we went at her amish filmed her

she was nice to kids

saw her with two midgets she is mating with

it was hot and waitress homeley

here

i say it

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=SGMMYugHK3I him and her just kill her

The Worst Roommate Undertaker Ever Had!

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=qj2rmsvyygs that is him

leprechaun 1993

amish paradise midgets and dad watches

switch them together from the noroi pile and they keep doing it

stand there. hand them to me.

its all she says

walrus dad is it jessica?

brandon couldent say no. gay.

Women had one, here take him

Men had one, hey stay here

These are the boat guys, they put all of their sons on a boat

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Slept around throw them all in a pile

Guys come over for them make them the biggest today

Huge, they come back and thank you

Lived only on boats, others came to kill them the whole time couldn’t make it to one generation started to die and did it then one night saw three at once, saw anything fucked it

Vinnie saves them, lived on a boat

And attacks anyone till they are worn out and alone

Who hoes the home when everyone leaves

Block party

inside kids party

and abandon the kids talk about it

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finelinevogue · 3 years

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Obsessed with your imagines you so when they have 3 kids and they’re all older! What about one where Harry has to have a sex talk with his kids OR y/n and Harry come home to find their kids throwing a party? I think both could be super funny

this has me excited cause i love the idea of them throwing a party when y/n and harry are at date night!! (does contain smut)

oli - 21, felix - 19, belle - 16

“We’re so fucking screwed.”

“Belle, for the millionth time, chill the fuck out.”

But how the fuck was anyone supposed to be chill when there was a full-on house party, close to being a rave, occurring in their house? A house that was their mum’s life work. A house party that their parents new nothing about. A night where absolutely anything and everything could go wrong.

The three siblings stood at the bottom of the stairs, in front of the door, looking around at the scenes occurring between each room. There were girls whispering to each other on the sofas, there was a group of guys playing beer pong in the kitchen and there was a large group of people hanging around by the pool and some even taking a dip. What had meant to be a low-key party had managed to turn into the whole neighbourhood plus the next town over. It was completely overboard.

“Who’s idea was this again?” Belle asked, clearly not understanding the full reasoning behind a full fledged party in their house.

“All of ours.” Oli responded, when in reality it was really just his, and a bit of Felix, idea.

“Nope. I’m not getting grounded because you two dickheads wanted to be rebels.” Belle put her hands up as if to stop this whole situation. She did not want to be a part of this and yet had somehow got screwed up with it all.

“So what are you going to do?” Felix asked.

“Anywhere where this doesn’t have my name stamped all over it.” Belle gestured around her, all of them groaning when they heard something smash from a nearby room. They were actually going to be locked up forever after this.

“Belle, mum and dad are out for the night. Dad said he booked a hotel for them to stay over at, so they won’t even be back until tomorrow morning.” Oli explained, trying to calm down his very nervous sister.

“Yeah, plus if you’re so insistent on leaving why did you get so dressed up?” Felix did have a point. Belle had gone through the effort tonight to be looking as best she could. She was sporting a little black dress with black fishnet tights and her trusty Doc Martens. It was a very colourful outfit, as she would explain. Belle had even gone to the effort of adding glue-on gems to her makeup. Whereas her brothers were just wearing sweaters and trousers and trainers. Typical teenage boys.

“I’ll bet that’s why.” Oli nodded behind Belle and smirked as he watched his little sister turn around.

Megan Dover. Belle’s high school crush and cleverest person in the year. Felix and Oli caught Belle blush when their little sister looked at Megan, waving to her cutely. Belle was a lot more introverted than Megan, but Belle didn’t mind. She admired that Megan was so outspoken and kind and smart, but too bad they didn’t truly know of Belle’s existence. At least, not really.

“Alright fine, i’ll stay, but just don’t say I didn’t warn you.” Belle rolled her eyes and then walked off in the direction of the kitchen - if she was ever going to speak to Megan she’d need at least 4 shots in her system.

“Be safe little B.” Oli waved her off and then the two brothers looked at each other knowingly. “Is Heather here?”

“Not yet no, think she’s coming with the girls in a bit.” Felix checked his phone as his brother questioned him. “What about Bea?”

“She’s upstairs.”

“Why? I thought we weren’t allowing anyone upstairs?”

“Dude she’s my girlfriend, I think she gets a pass.” Oli patted his brothers back and then saunters up the stairs two at a time to go and find his girlfriend and reintroduce her to the party.

Another smash of something glass sounding came from the kitchen, along with a turn of screams and mumbles of oops.

“Fuck, we are so screwed.” Felix muttered under his breath as he made his way to the kitchen to clean up whatever was now broken.

••••

Meanwhile, you and Harry were basking in each other’s presence at a fancy new restaurant downtown called Caste Inn.

Harry decided it was time for you to have a treat and so was taking you out for dinner and then retreating to a fancy hotel, where he would not let you rest for the whole night. He was already being really handsy this evening, but you kept swatting his prying hands away because you were in public.

“Babe, c’mon i’m dying here!” He whined as you swatted his hand away from the skirt of your dress for the fifth time since mains. You were lucky you were in a crescent shaped booth so it was hard for anyone to see what was going on underneath the table, but you still felt so exposed.

“Quit it Harry.” You sniped, returning your attention back to the desserts menu. The restaurant was that kind of place where the portions are sparrow sized and yet cost you as much as it would to donate a kidney, so there was no surprise that you were still hungry and had room for dessert.

“Just wanna love on my wife.” He pouted next to you, keeping his arm slunk around the back of the booth to continue to caress your far shoulder delicately.

“We’re in the middle of a restaurant, you’re crazy.” You snickered, trying your hardest to focus on the desserts; Tiramisu, Chocolate Orange Gateau, Pecan Pie, Creme Brulé and an endless list of more mouthwatering yumminess.

“Fucking crazy for you, yes.” He kissed your cheek once, twice and then bit it too on the third, making you moan slightly at the exposure of it all. “You used to let me do this kind of thing all the time, what happened hey?”

“I got old.” You laughed, but really you felt saddened by the thought of it. You were approaching your forties and you felt as though time wasn’t on your side anymore. Life was all flying by so fast and it was becoming so hard to stop it for a moment to see how beautiful it all is. Harry could tell you were faking your happiness in that moment and he hated that you felt this way. He loved you. He would worship the ground you walk upon. Nothing would ever be too much of an ask for him if it meant keeping your happy. Yes, you were getting older, but it didn’t mean that was a bad thing. At least you were getting older together and becoming maturer together.

“Talk to me, love.” He gently asked, knowing there was something on your mind that was bothering you.

“I just… I just feel like i’m getting older—”

“You are love, yes.” He interrupted you, which earned him a slap to the thigh. He didn’t let your hand go though, leaving it to rest on his tight thigh.

“And then suddenly that’s going to be it. No more Y/N.”

“Don’t say things like that to me, please love.” Harry shook his head, squeezing your hand a little tighter.

“And I feel like i’ll have regretted not doing so many things. Like I won’t have lived my life.”

“Things like?”

“Things like riding a motorcycle with you. Things like staying up all night with a bottle of wine and a good bit of Elvis. Reckless things, like skinny dipping or crashing a high school party. Things like, having my husband finger fuck me in a public restaurant. I remember when everything seemed so free and chaotic and I loved it. Now I feel stuck.”

“Stuck how, love?” Harry leaned in closer to you, his eyes full of love and determination because if that’s what you wanted he could give you all those things - especially the orgasm.

“I’m a mum, H. You’re a dad. We’re parents,m. Good ones at that. Aren’t we supposed to be grown up and responsible now? We don’t get to take risks anymore, because we have a family right? God, I sound so pathetic.” You sighed and put the menu down, not thinking about which pudding you wanted to fill yourself up with anymore.

“Babe. If you want to ride a motorcycle and go skinny dipping then let’s fucking do it. Why are you so afraid to hold back? Because we have kids, because darling believe me when I tell you - however much it disturbs me - our kids are out doing just as many reckless and crazy things as we used to do. Maybe we should fuck the prestigious system and show our children, all parents - including us - that adulthood, parenthood, doesn’t define the choices you make. We do.”

You couldn’t stop looking at your husband, drinking in every last drop of his beauty. His words filled your heart with rose petals and chocolates, warming you up delightfully. God, you were so lucky to have him. He helped you through the most toughest of times and continued to stick with you, not because a ring says he has to, but because he loves you. Undeniably and irrevocably loves you.

That was all it took for you to comply.

Quickly, you moved one of your legs under the table cloth so it draped over Harry’s thighs and made an opening between your legs. The cloth hid everything well, along with the dirty napkins that sat upon your laps.

“Wh- what are you doing love?” Harry asked confused, after not hearing a word back from you for his earlier speech.

“Harry I love you, I do, but will you just shut up and fuck my pussy with your fingers already.” You whispered wetly against his ear with your lips. He groaned at the words and tightened his grip around your leg, widening the gap he had to work with.

His hand slid underneath your dress slowly, squeezing the flesh of your thighs in tease, until he got to where your panties were. Or at least where they should be.

“Shit, you’re not wearing any pants?” Harry asked quizzically, pushing his fingers against your glistening pussy and feeling just how ready you were for him.

“Oh fuck!” You muffled out before Harry quickly slapped your slit because you were making too much noise, which only then made you squeal a bit more. He slapped your cunt hard enough the second time for you to get the memo that you needed to be quiet - but fuck was that a challenge. As much as you can be quiet, you just don’t like to be. You like knowing that your moans and whines turn Harry in even more, just as much as you love hearing his.

“Fucking hell, soaked already.” His fingers toyed with the folds of your cunt, feeling how puffy they were between his ringed fingers. “Gotta be quiet for me okay?” Just as he started pushing his delicious fingers inside of you, the waiter turned up at the table with a cheery face and not a bouncing clue what was happening between the two of you.

“Desserts?” He asked politely with his charming smile, but you didn’t see it for too long before having to close your eyes shut at the sudden movement of Harrys fingers. He wasn’t stopping on the waiters behalf, in fact he was more forcefully going for it. He moved his fingers in circles inside of you, thumbing over your clit in the way he knew you desired most. He was insatiable.

Reckless.

“No, just the bill please. Need to take my wife home to take care of some things.” Harry spoke for you both, not understanding why he was being so open with the amount of information he was giving away. But fucking hell you didn’t care because his fingers were providing you pleasures beyond reason.

“Yes Sir. I’ll only be two minutes.” He smiled again before he was gone, taking the menus with him.

“Here that baby?” Harry whispered into your ear, moving his fingers more freely now there was less of an audience, “you’ve got two minutes to cum.”

“Wha—”

Questioning his authority would have to wait, for Harry got to work very quickly and perfectly. His fingers slicked in and out of you so erotically and if it wasn’t for the live music and loud chatter of the room, the sounds of his fingers driving in and out of you would be heard by everyone. His fingers curled to all the right places, touching the most sensitive parts of your walls and hell did it feel blissful.

“I’d say you’ve got about a minute left baby, and I think you can cum for me before then. Can’t you? Or am I not good enough for that kind of release anymore?” Harry taunted you and pressed wet kisses to your ear. You were too lost in euphoric paradise to notice, or even care, whether anyone could see or was watching you both. You were too focused on your husband. Your Harry.

“N-no. I can cum. You’re so good - shit - so g-good.” You stammered out, breathless from the air stolen from your lungs because of this erotic moment. This was so bad behaved of you both that you were starting to get a high off of it.

“Cum for me then baby. Do it. I’ve got you.” He kissed your lips to capture the moan that trailed off your tongue as you reached your high. You felt so high and yet so safe. Harry steadied you as your legs shook and kissed you senseless, to quieten your whines. He admired that you had been so willing for this and he would be lying if he said he didn’t have a raging hard-on right now.

“I love you,” you raced out quickly, “I love you.”

“I love you, Y/N.” He kissed your lips again and withdrew his fingers from your dripping cunt. You picked up a napkin but he quite quickly took it away from you, throwing it to the other side of the table.

“What are you doing?” You whisper shouted, needing to clean yourself up.

“More like what are you doing?”

“Cleaning my mess.” You said frustratedly.

“Leave that to me.” He spoke whilst holding intense eye contact with you, bringing his fingers that were coated in your arousal to his lips and sucking them dry. Every last drop worked its way into his mouth and he salivated at the taste - the smell.

“Harry—”

“The bill Sir.” The waiter interrupted you without knowing. Harry took out his wallet and used his card on the card machine, before signing his name on the cheque as if to affirm that he has paid.

“Thank you.” Harry spoke kindly, completely different to how he was with you all but two minutes ago.

“Thank you Sir, Ma’am. Have a lovely rest of your evening.” And he wad gone again with his smile.

Harry turned to you with the largest grin on his face, “Oh we will.”

••••

“Oli stop eating the leftover lasagne it’s for mums lunch!”

Belle was rushing around trying to chill everything down. The party was so out of control that even Oli and Felix were wasted. Megan was blowing hot and cold with her too, so she had no idea where she stood with them.

People were everywhere. Too many people that it was becoming claustrophobic. Felix was currently playing beer pong with a group of his friends, Heather attached at his hip, whilst Oli was sitting on the kitchen countertop eating cold lasagne. The boy was like chuffing Garfield. Belle was doing her best to keep calm, but as the night progressed it started to become worse and worse as it got harder to control.

As Belle turned to leave the kitchen, her brother clearly not listening to her, she bumped into someone. Kyle. Fucking Kyle. The guy who had obsessed over her to the point where Harry was seriously considering getting a restraining order on him to protect his daughter. He was a straight A creep and Belle hadn’t even realised he’d been invited to this party. Then again, over half of these people had most definitely not been invited.

“Oh hey Isabelle.” He stressed her whole name, knowing how much she hated it. Well, she didn’t hate her name she just hated him saying her name.

“Go away Kyle.”

“But I just got here.”

“And now you can just leave. Party’s ending anyways.” Belle stood her ground, but her hands were shaking from being even remotely close to this guy. He was disgusting to the point where if you were stuck between having to choose between being with him or eating mouldy cheese, you’d eat the cheese on a fucking silver platter.

“Looks quite alive to me.”

“Well i’m shutting it down and you’re going to leave. Now.”

“You need to liven up Belle.” Kyle chuckled through his nose, making him look scary as he towered over Belle, “let me help you.” He leaned forwards to grab her arm but she was quick to push him away.

“No! Leave me alone!” Belle shouted, trying to dodge around him but he was quicker. He grabbed her arm tight and pulled her back to him, chest touching chest. “Get off me Kyle.” Belle squirmed in his hold, which only made Kyle happier - the creep.

“C’mon Bella, live a little.”

“My name’s not Bella and I told you to get the fuck off of me.” Belle pulled back with all her might, whilst kicking him square in the balls - probably hard enough so he’ll never be able to have children - and then drove her knee up to crack his nose - successfully. Damn, that felt good. Heavily badass, actually.

“You fucking psycho!” Kyle held his nose and his balls in pain, straightening himself up as if to launch himself with fury at Belle. Luckily for her the outburst between the pair had caught attention of people - including Oli and Felix.

Oli was quick to step in front of Kyle, Felix just behind him. “You dare lay a fucking finger on my sister and I swear to you you’ll regret it.” Oli threatened, fists curled tight at his sides.

Heather came to hug Belle, comforting as she cried through the after shock of the situation. She’d been so brave and handled herself so well though. “You okay?” She kindly asked.

“Y-yeah.” No.

Everyone was now watching. The music had been muted to the point where you could tell it was playing but you couldn’t tell which song it was. Friends of Oli and Felix were standing close by in case things got messy, which normally only happened between the two brothers and not this way. Doors could be heard opening and shutting as people came in and out from places to watch the debacle occur between the hosts of the party and the unwelcome visitor. Oli and Felix knew they had to be careful though, because one wrong video and it could badly effect their dad’s career. Belle shook in Heathers arms and wished this nightmare of an evening to be over.

“Oh the whore’s not worth it anyways.” Kyle laughed, rolling his eyes as he pointed towards Belle.

“The fuck did you just call my daughter?”

Oh fucking shit balls.

“Dad?” Belle asked warily, seeing his dad stood in the doorway of the front door, her mum standing close behind him with her hand tightly clutched to his. As much as Belle was terrified that her parents had busted them, she also felt safe in their presence.

“Oh and here comes perfect-dad-of-the-year Harry Styles to the rescue.” Kyle teased which made Felix move forward in protest of his words.

“Fix.” Harry sternly called his name, making his son stop and look towards his dad who was shaking his head with a soft smile. Harry walked over towards Belle first, you still clutched tightly to him. “You alright?” He asked sincerely, not looking cross or disappointed at all. Belle nodded quickly and kept her head pressed to Heather’s chest. Harry turned to see his boys, raising his eyebrows to wordlessly ask them the same question to which they nodded too.

Harry dropped your hand, leaving you to stand with your sons, and left your forehead with a kiss before making his way to Kyle. “You okay boys?” You asked again, even though you knew Harry just asked.

“Yeah. Are you mum?” Oli asked, coming to wrap his arm around his mums neck to comfort her. He was so kind and thoughtful, just like his dad.

“Listen up, Kyle.” Harry started, keeping a good distance between him and the boy, “If you ever come near my family again i’m ordering a restraining order. That’s not a threat, it’s a promise. If you break that order you’ll be going to jail. Big league jail too. Again not a threat, a promise. So you’re going to leave my house, this property in its’ entirety and go home to sit in your room and think about whether you would prefer to be in a prison cell instead. Do you understand?”

Okay, you’d be lying if you said his authority didn’t turn you on.

“Y-yeah.” Kyle mumbled pathetically.

“I said do you understand?” Harry repeated again, clearly not satisfied with the answer given.

“Yes Mr Styles.” Kyle said more surely, before scramming from the house, from the party and from the neighbourhood.

“Now everyone out of my house before I call the police.” Everyone knew how that was not an empty threat and dashed out of his house. Some looked at him in awe, because this was probably their once and only chance of being in the presence of the Harry Styles. He sighed as he walked to the kitchen, leaning against the kitchen counter to think.

“Should we—” Belle started to talk but you cut her off.

“No, hunny. Let me go talk to your dad. You lot,” referring to your children and girlfriends who’d kindly stayed behind in support, “can go fetch some bin liners and start cleaning this all up.” You pointed around to the mess that was your house, before walking off to the kitchen.

You looked around at the mess. A broken vase. Litter everywhere. Half-drunken drinks left on the table. Bottle openers you definitely didn’t own before tonight. Trousers? You couldn’t help but giggle at the surrounding sight.

“What’s got you laughing?” Harry asked, still in his fancy shoes and fancy coat, you still in your fancy heels and your fancy coat. Yet, you were both standing in what looks like a garbage dump site. Harry moved his hand away from his face and looked at you with a blank expression.

“You were right!” You laughed.

“Your reaction as if that’s a bloody miracle, love, which kind of an ego crush, but continue.” He rolled his eyes and you rolled yours in response. You clicked your way over to him and wrapped your arms around his waist, he kept his wrapped around his own obviously still closing himself off.

“Our kids are being reckless and crazy.” You recalled dinners earlier conversation, smiling up at him in admiration.

“I didn’t actually mean it, it was just a quick way to make you feel better.” He groaned in frustration.

“Well gee thanks babe!” You laughed at the whole irony of this situation. “Harry, babe, look at me,” you had to used your hand to turn his cheek to face you, stroking his cheek to calm him, “adulthood - parenthood - doesn’t define the choices we have to make. We do. And our children, apart from that last little bit, seemed like they had the most freeing and most brilliant night yet! Let them be reckless H. Let them make mistakes. Just because this happened doesn’t make us bad parents, and it doesn’t make us bad parents if we decide no punishment—”

“Ha like that’s going to happen!” Harry cut you off and you glared at him to just shut up.

“Just shut up, you oaf. Let the kids live while they’re young.”

“You did not just reference one of my songs.” Harry looked to the ceiling as he smiled widely, before shortly laughing at how cheesy that was. “Oh my god Y/N!”

“What? Was is that bad?”

“Yes, babe. Yeah it really was.” He looked back down at you to see you smiling and he couldn’t help but cup your cheeks and kiss you silly. His perfect lips fit yours and you tasted him until you couldn’t breathe. “I love you.”

“I love you. Now go help clean up.” You ordered him, making him look at you confused.

“What the hell have I done to deserve this?”

“You booked the hotel for next weekend instead of this weekend you div. Now go.” You smacked his backside and he strolled back over to you and pushed you into the counter. You gasped at the sudden motion.

“Do that again and let’s see what happens.” He whispered dangerously against your lips.

“Go clean up and then see what’s waiting in our bedroom.” You bit your lip and tugged Harry’s hand to under your dress, giving him only a slight feel of how wet you were before letting his hand go and walking away.

“Kids, hand me a bloody bin bag. Now!”

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kiyosamu · 3 years

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HQ boys when they have too much to drink

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Atsumu Miya

• take his typical personality and turn up the volume to 100. this man is LOUD. his laugh obnoxiously booms around the entire place, he’s straight up yelling as he talks (he doesn’t realize it though), and he’s such a flirt.

• there is a tipping point though, that one drink that pushes him over the edge of no return. he goes from happy, loud tsumu to an absolute baby. this massive hunk of a professional athlete will cry, and he’ll cry hard.

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osamu offered to treat the msby boys to a dinner and drinks after another excellent win, of course they accepted with pure gratitude and excitement (they all loved osamu’s food).

although it was at his house and not his restaurant, the food was just as good; if not better. you all thanked him for the meal and sat around his large table chatting and drinking.

“cheers, boys!” atsumu exclaimed, leaning over the table to clink glasses with everyone, downing his beer immediately after.

“not just boys here, ‘tsumu, you forget about y/n already?” osamu smirked.

atsumu gasped, leaning down and squeezing you around your shoulders. you laughed as he practically pushed all of the air out of your lungs.

“forget her?! i was going to do a toast for ONLY her. just had to get ya scrubs outta the way first” he teased, sticking out his tongue at the group.

you smiled, shaking your head. “it’s fine, atsumu, there’s no need for tha-”

surprisingly, you were interrupted by osamu.

“cheers to y/n, for makin’ my brother happier than i’ve ever seen ‘em.” he looked down at you, smiling. “never thought he’d find anyone, ‘specially a stunner like yourself~ happy to have you in our family and to have you as a future sister in law.”

you almost teared up at his words, not expecting osamu to say something so sweet. you were about to speak again but were interrupted by the rest of the boys, standing up and clinking their glasses again.

“cheers to y/n!”

they all knocked their drinks back and you covered your face in your hands. you really were thankful for these boys, they’d come into your life and you never wanted them out of it.

“alright stop flirtin’ with my woman” atsumu grinned, pulling you up to your feet. he pulled with enough force that you practically crashed against his chest. your forearms rested against him and you looked up at the blonde towering over you.

“heh” he smirked, “fancy meetin’ ya here, pretty girl”

you rolled your eyes, pushing off of him, and excused yourself to the bathroom.

when you got back, you heard osamu cursing in the kitchen. you peeked in to see what was wrong.

“you okay, samu?”

“huh?” he peered up over the refrigerator door, “oh, yeah, i’m good. thought we had more beer but i forgot it at the restaurant. these boys knock ‘em back quick.”

“want me to go pick some up?”

“ah, would ya?

“sure” you smiled, heading into the living room where the other boys were.

atsumu pulled you into his lap, immediately giving you a big wet kiss on your cheek.

“ah, atsumu, ew!” you giggled as you wiped your face. he hummed in complete bliss as he buried his face in your hair. you could feel how warm he was, and could tell he was already pretty drunk.

“i’m gonna go to the store quick, you guys want anything other than beer?”

bokuto’s eyes widened at the possibilities. he turned towards the kitchen, and back to you.

“y/n... psst...” he whispered and motioned for you to get closer. you went over to him, kneeling down as he was sitting on the floor.

“can you get me a cheeseburger?” he flashed a classic bokuto smile and you playfully nudged him.

“hey! i heard that!” osamu said as he charged into the living room. “there’s leftovers still, you insatiable beast, eat those. don’t ya dare insult me like that.”

he threw a pillow at bokuto and went back into the kitchen, coming out again with a mixed drink in his hand.

“whatcha drinkin?” atsumu asked, looking at his brother.

“doesn’t concern ya, the last thing you need is hard alcohol.” he motioned for you to catch something, tossing you his wallet. “thanks for going, y/n!”

you told the boys you’d be back quickly, but that turned into almost an hour. the first store you went to was closed, and the second was 20 minutes away.

as you were paying, you looked down at the wallet and card osamu had given you.

it was atsumu’s credit card, not osamu’s. you couldn’t help but laugh. not like atsumu would mind (or even notice), but it was the little things the twins do that always cracked you up.

you were having a great night. however, the house you left earlier and just came back to were severely different in a few ways.

the first thing you noticed was the music you could hear from outside. not unlike them to put some on while hanging out, but it was pretty loud.

the second thing you noticed was hinata running full speed in front of you (practically knocking you over) and slamming the bathroom door.

the third was the loud slam of glasses on the kitchen counter. you peeked in to see atsumu, bokuto, and sakusa all standing over a half drank bottle of tequila.

“poor shoyo” atsumu cooed. “prolly gettin’ sick all over samu’s bathroom.”

“not like he didn’t warn you,” sakusa said casually. “you two practically forced him to.”

you sighed, setting the beer on the table and the boys turned their attention to you.

“my baby!” atsumu sprinted towards you, throwing you into his arms and squeezing you. you tapped on his shoulder for him to let you down. he gave you a kiss, the smell and taste of alcohol much stronger than a beer overtaking your lips.

“you smell like a bar, ‘tsumu, how much have you had to drink?”

“only a couple beers, and one shot, don’t worry babe~” he said between the many kisses he was covering your cheeks with. you didn’t believe him considering he was already slurring his words.

“bullshit, ya filthy liar” osamu glared at him as he walked into the kitchen. “i had one drink from that bottle and now it’s halfway gone, i leave for 20 minutes to make a phone call and you savages drink my liquor too?”

bokuto and sakusa silently left the kitchen, grabbing the beer on the table before heading into the other room.

“why, do ya gotta lie, ‘saaamu?” atsumu put you down, walking over to his brother and scrunching his nose at him.

“oh, yer done. i’d know that stupid look anywhere.” osamu peered around atsumu’s shoulders to look at you. “he’s wasted, y/n, if ya wanna keep your sanity you can just leave him here for the night.”

you shook your head. “it’s okay, osamu, i don’t mind. plus everyone’s still here. we can still hang out.”

osamu shrugged. “don’t say i didn’t warn ya, but the offer still stands.”

atsumu glared at his brother, shoving him a little harder than playfully.

“stop flirtin’ with my woman”

“ah fucks sake.” osamu rolled his eyes, giving atsumu the middle finger. “don’t ya dare get like this tonight, atsumu. yer gonna embarrass yourself in front of your girlfriend AND friends.”

you quickly grabbed atsumu’s hand, leading him back over to you to distract him. osamu scoffed and went back into the living room.

“surprise surprise, osamu ran away again” he growled. “like usual.”

you touched his cheek, looking at him thoughtfully.

“what’s wrong, baby? you okay?”

the unprovoked anger he had in his eyes vanished, he turned into complete mush when he looked at you. he nodded, his eyes watering now.

“oh, ‘tsumu...” you said quietly, leading him into osamu’s spare bedroom and shutting the door.

you guided him to the edge of the bed for him to sit down.

atsumu reached out for you and you sat on his lap. he rested his forehead on your shoulder.

you were sitting on him sideways and leaned into his chest. he wrapped his arms around your waist. as you were about to say something, you could hear his breaths become uneven.

“tsumu?”

atsumu shook his head, not looking up at you.

“hey...” you said softly, cupping his cheeks in your hands. you could feel the tears on his warm skin.

you tilted his head up. his eyes were red and it broke your heart seeing him upset like this, fueled by alcohol or not.

you pushed his messy hair out of his face, kissing his forehead. “what is it, baby?”

“it’s just, ugh-” he sniffled, “samu... pisses me off...”

“he’s just looking out for you, babe.”

“nah not that. just always leavin’ me, walkin’ away, past few years that’s all he’s good for.” he rubbed his eyes, leaning back into your shoulder.

“s’pathetic, i know, me sitting here cryin’ on ya like a total scrub”

you shook your head, ignoring the last part. “it’s not pathetic. you miss him?”

“i- ‘course i do! i mean, i’d never tell ‘em that...” he grumbled.

you nodded. “well let’s make more of an effort to spend time with him. i’m sure he’d really like that.”

your mind drifted to a previous conversation you’d had with osamu that he made you promise not to tell his twin. he’d pretty much said the same thing, but a little less emotional.

the boys did still see each other often, you were pretty sure they talked almost every day, but they went from spending almost every waking moment together to only seeing each other once a week, at most, at this point. they were both just so busy.

atsumu was always vocal about how he wished osamu had pursued volleyball with him, but he was still happy his brother found his own passion. he just wished that passion was the same as his.

when you first met their mom, she’d told you about how their bond was different from regular siblings- twins were a bit more attached to each other. she laughed, saying sometimes she was convinced they shared a brain. “they’re a package deal.”

“okay...” atsumu said, his face still in your shoulder. “ya can’t tell him i was cryin’ though. just say hanging out is your idea.”

you laughed, running your fingers back through his hair and stopping to give soothing scratches to the short hair of his undercut. “sure, baby.”

atsumu squeezed you tight and gave your butt a little pat, which told you he was ready to get up.

“you okay now? ready to go back out there?”

he nodded. you took a good look at him, his eyes a little puffy and cheeks flushed, but it wasn’t as obvious, he could easily blame the alcohol.

he tilted your head up towards him, giving you a kiss. his hand pressed against the back of your neck, the other snaking around your lower back. you stood on your tiptoes and rested your hands along his jawline.

“mmf-“ atsumu exhaled, tightening his grip on you and kissing you more. “on second thought” he said in between kisses, “think i wanna go home with ya, spend some quality time with my baby, yeah?”

you giggled as he trailed kisses along your cheek and down your neck, unable to hide your excitement. it was funny to think how this massive flirt was just crying into you only a couple minutes ago.

the award for biggest mood swings would definitely go to your boyfriend.

“hmmmm?” he hummed into you, his lips finding yours again.

you nodded. “fine, but only because you’re so handsome and i just can’t resist you.” you teased.

he smirked. “not sure if yer teasin’ or being serious, but i’ll take it. c’mon.” he grabbed your hand, both of you heading into the living room to say your quick goodbyes before heading home together

#atsumu is a big baby and has lots of insecurities and i just want to hug #atsumu x reader #miya atsumu #msby atsumu #haikyu x reader #haikyu headcanons #haikyuu headcanons #atsumu hcs #atsumu fluff #haikyuu fluff #atsumu angst #haikyuu time skip #haikyuu drabbles #miya twins

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mayans-sauce · 3 years

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Golden Girl (1/2)

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Pairing: Angel Reyes x Female Reader

Word Count: 2.3K

Warnings: cursing, mention of death(?), mention of smut (barely), alcohol use, angsty, sad and insecure lil boy, kind of cheesy in the end but oh well it’s cute I think.

Request from anon I have a request for Angel! The reader is very successful in her personal life, and could be considered a "golden girl". She and Angel start dating, but when she asks to meet his family and friends, Angel pushes it off because he doesn't want to introduce her to EZ. He's afraid they'll have so much in common that she'll realize she picked the wrong Reyes brother. One day the reader takes matters into her own hands and goes to the scrap yard to meet them, and Angel comes back to find them all talking to her, and EZ is sitting next to her. The reader sees Angel and smiles at him, but he walks back out feeling insecure and over thinking. She goes after him, asks him what's wrong and he confesses his insecurities, she comforts and reassures him, and they live happily ever after! THE END!

A/N: I’m so sorry this request comes so late! I recently got inspired to write this. I was supposed to keep this short but I just kept on writing and adding on and it turned into a longer thing. It’s weird idk but I hope you enjoy<3

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“Angel! Come on, we’ll be late, let's go,” you walked into your shared bedroom to go and get him. You were supposed to be at your father’s party 10 minutes ago. This was the first time you would bring Angel along, and he was nervous as fuck. This wasn’t some regular party like the ones he was used to; it was a business party. A lot of your dad’s investors would be present, discussing business and looking at the new invention his company, Techno Trends, had developed, a green source of energy that was powerful enough to light up a whole city for a year. It was a big deal, and Angel had doubts that he would fit in with all the big shot guys.

He was smoothing over his black suit, his hands trembling as he tried to adjust every piece to look presentable. “Babe,” you wrapped your arms around his torso, giving him some comfort, “please don’t be nervous. It is going to be fine. My dad loves you, and he’s so excited for you to come to one of the parties finally.” He wrapped his hands around yours, his shoulders relaxing at your comforting words and touch, “It’s not your dad I’m worried about.”

He had repeatedly declined your offer to go with you when you asked him. The fear of feeling small and stupid amongst these guys turned him off on the idea of going, but he had agreed in the end. Sooner or later, he would have to go. You turned him around, so he was looking at you.

“I will be with you the entire time. I promise I won’t leave your side. You know I’m not the biggest fan of these parties myself.” Your dad was a very important man, and it was vital for him to have you by his side. You were, in a way, the senior CEO, and your input and decisions were important to him. As much as you were considered the “Golden Girl,” you were still mischievous and full of life, and outside of business, you didn’t bother to mingle with the rich and powerful. You had your own life that you lived, but for business sake, you needed to be presentable and put on your pretty smile.

He let out a deep breath and nodded his head, giving you his smile that made you smile even more prominent. “Let’s go, Reyes.”

You held his hand the entire time as you walked up the steps to the company building. After going through the security check, you searched the crowd for your dad but didn’t find him anywhere. He was the highlight of the party; how could he not be anywhere. That’s when you felt a tap on your shoulder; as you turned around, you were met with him. “Dad,” you hugged him. “Hi, sweetheart.” Angel reached out his hand for him to shake, “Sir.” “Angel, please, I’ve told you before, call me Y/F/N, now bring it in.” Angel smiled, feeling as accepted as the first time he met your father. They hugged each other, and Angel felt more relaxed. Angel felt even more comfortable with your dad around; they did kind of have the same life.

Your dad wasn’t always the CEO of one of the biggest tech companies in the world. He was more like Angel in his younger years, an outlaw, someone who did whatever they wanted and didn’t care about the consequences. He was part of a club, doing the same illegal things Angel and his crew were doing. But after the death of your mother when you were a baby, which was caused by his involvement in the club, he knew he needed to leave. He didn’t want his only daughter to grow up without a father, so he left. Leaving his old life behind and starting a new one. It wasn’t easy, being an ex-outlaw, but your dad was smart, brilliant, and his mind was the one of a genius. So after years of struggle and sacrifice, he had finally found success in the company he founded from the ground up.

Your dad loved Angel, and he never judged him. He knew the life and how much of a struggle it could be. But he thought he was a good man and he was happy you had found him.

The night had gone as expected. You had to have boring conversations with the investors, putting on your enhanced smile and charm to get them to give you their money. Angel tried his best to keep up, smiling and nodding in agreement at all the boring things these rich men said, with their expensive suits and snobby smiles.

He and you were relieved when the food and alcohol came, digging in the small dishes that were served. “This tastes like shit,” he whispered in your ear, carefully chewing the food not to be impolite, but all he wanted was to spit it out. “I know, it always does. Let go grab burgers when the party’s over, deal?” “Deal.”

Toward the end of the night, as people were mingling with everyone, you and Angel found yourself a seat in the corner, away from the big talks, and just relieved in a moment with only the two of you. His arms were around your shoulder as you people watched. “Angel, I’ve wanted to ask you something.” “Hmm?” was all he uttered, not averting his eyes from the crowd. “So now that you’ve seen all of this, more of my personal life, when can I properly meet EZ and the rest of the gang? I feel like you don’t want me to meet them. Is something going on?”

He felt a lump forming in his throat. For a long time, he’s been afraid that you would find out that he didn’t want you to meet EZ. Afraid that EZ fit more for this lifestyle of yours and that you would realize that you picked the wrong brother to be with. This environment was more for EZ. He was smart and could contribute heavily to the company. “I-I,” he cleared his throat, “EZ has just been busy lately, you know, prospecting and shit.”

You just left the topic at that, knowing that he wouldn’t budge. Something was going on. There was a reason that he didn’t want you to meet EZ, and he was insecure to tell you why. So you would take matters into your own hands and go over to the clubhouse to properly introduce yourself tomorrow.

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Since Angel didn’t want to introduce you to his family, you would do so yourself. When Angel was out and about doing some stuff on his own, you took the liberty to go over to the scrapyard to meet everyone.

Once you arrived, you felt a little nervous. Yes, all the guys knew who you were, but they had never really met you properly; you’ve only just seen them in passing and such, exchanging a few words here and there.

You pulled yourself together and opened the door to the clubhouse. Everyone turned to look who it was. They were expecting Angel to walk in, but instead, they found his girlfriend standing there, not sure what to do. “Y/N!” They all said in unison. That made you let out a deep breath. Good, they were excited that you were here.

They walked over to you, and each of them hugged you, expressing how happy they were that they could finally meet you. They offered you a beer and a seat at one of the tables. The talking didn’t stop from the minute you arrived. They asked you questions about yourself, your job, your family, and some gossip about Angel that they may not know.

As time went on, people started to arrive at the clubhouse for a party they were holding. As most of the guys scattered around the room, some in search of alcohol, girls, or just a game of pool, you found yourself having a conversation with EZ about the upcoming tech from Techno Trends.

The guy was smart and knew what he was talking about. It kind of made you mad at Angel for not introducing you sooner to his brother. EZ had some pretty good ideas that would be of big help to the company.

EZ had just told you a funny joke as Angel entered the room. His eyes locked on you and him having a good time. At first, he was confused; how in the hell did you get here? Was that really you, or did he see things? No, it was you. He couldn’t mistake you for anyone else.

You were laughing hard, placing your hand on EZ’s shoulder for support since the alcohol had made you a little wobbly. Angel could feel himself building up with rage. This was precisely what he didn’t want to happen, and it was now unfolding in front of his eyes. As you had calmed down from the laughing fit, you found his gaze, and you smiled big, waving at him to come over, but your face turned sad when you saw him, anger on his face but still a little trace of wetness in his eyes. He stormed out of the doors, and you were fast on your heels to catch up to him.

“Angel!” He sat down on one of the picnic tables a little further away from the building. “Angel,” you walked over, standing in front of him. He didn’t meet your gaze; his eyes focused on a bottle cap on the ground.

“What is going on, Angel? What was that inside?” You crossed your arms, waiting for an answer. “The shit I didn’t want to happen!” His voice was poisonous as he spoke. “You and EZ. The perfect match, the perfect couple. The golden girl and golden boy together as they were meant to fucking be! King and Queen of the fucking company.” “What the fuck are you talking about?” “You will leave me. You will realize that EZ is better for you and your life instead of the fuck up and worthless piece of shit that is me, and… fuck, you will leave because why would you be with someone like me…”

You let him have his little rant; he needed to let it out one way or another, and taking this to the ring wasn’t an option. As much as it hurts you to hear all these things, you let him vent, and after this, you would love, comfort, and cherish him for the rest of your life together, as he deserves.

“... I’m dumb, worthless..” he continued to say untrue things about himself, and you knew you needed to stop him. You felt tears in your eyes the more he went on saying hurtful things about him. “Angel… ANGEL!” You grabbed his face with both of your hands to get him to look at you and shut him up in the process.

“Stop.. just stop... I love you, only you! How can you not see that?” “I-I just..” “No, Angel! Nothing just.” “Please listen to me when I say these things and know they are coming straight from my heart, baby.”

“I love that when I wake up in the morning, and your beautiful and breathtaking face is the first thing I see in the morning. It starts my day with a kick, and I know that the rest of the day will be good.”

“I love when I come home from work, and I walk into the kitchen, and there you are, almost burning the house down trying to be a gentleman and cook me dinner,” that made you both chuckle, and that alone made your heart jump a thousand times, “and we just end up ordering takeout but I still appreciate you for trying.”

“I love when I’m having a bad day, and you are there to cheer me up. Telling me jokes, being your goofy self, or buying me chocolate that we eat way too much of an almost vomit.”

“The sex. God the sex. Best I’ve ever had, I love it. You really know how to work those hips, babe, and make me weak in my core.” He had his grin on his face, and you knew that he would bring this up multiple times and give it to you good and hard just how you liked it.

“I love when we go to sleep, and you keep me safe and warm from the scary outside world, telling me weird and questionable stories about you and Coco. Just you and me in our own little comfort and safety bubble.”

“EZ means nothing to me besides being a friend and a brother I never had. Yes, he’s bright and smart and could elevate the game at the company if he wanted to, but Angel, I love you, just you.”

“If I were to tell you all that I love about you, we would spend a year on this bench. I love you, Angel Ignacio Reyes, only you, until the day I fucking die.”

At this point, you were both crying happy tears. You had told Angel everything, the truth, and nothing but the truth, and you could feel it in his aura that he understood this.

“Querida I,” you spoke before he had the chance to go further, “Angel, we have all the time in the world to express each other’s feelings more, but for now, please just hug me, you big idiot.”

He stood up and wrapped his arms around you, lifting you up to wrap your legs around him. You held each other for a good while, unspoken words expressed between you both as you cling to one another. He was grateful, you could feel it, and he loved you more than anything in the universe.

“I love you, Y/N.”

“I love you, Angel.”

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baseballbitch116 · 3 years

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Dixons Next Door - Chapter 4

Introduction: Anna was a small town girl from Atlanta when she became the guardian of her two younger siblings. She was determined to keep them from the same abuse that she endured from her family, so she moved into a small beaten up house just outside the city in 2009. The new neighbors next door - the Dixon brothers - were definitely trouble. She wanted to escape her past, not repeat her parents history with these redneck brothers. Matters only escalate when the news is talking about the possibility of some virus getting out and infecting people… Are Merle and Daryl just as bad as her past? How is she going to keep her brother and sister safe from this virus getting out? What did Anna get herself into?

Setting: Pre-apocalypse

Word Count: 6896

Series Warnings: Offensive language, mentions/suggestion of physical abuse, alcohol abuse, drug abuse, sexual themes, violence & death

Chapter Warnings: Alcohol consumption, drug use, offensive language, assault, violence, sensitive themes - potential trigger warning

A/N: I got a little carried away and made this an extra long chapter, but it’s a good one! There are some sensitive topics in it so this is a trigger warning - it’s nothing too bad but some people may not want to read it. 18+ You’ve been warned.

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I had been cleaning out the pool for the kids while they ate lunch the next time that I was interrupted by Merle. He came over with a beer and hand and stood nearby me, watching silently. I gave him a look but he made no comment, he just sipped on his beer. I sighed and continued skimming the bugs and leaves out of the pool. “Isn’t it a little early to be drinking?” I ask without looking back at him. He chuckles.

“Why ya cleanin it? Just gonna get dirty again?” He asks, ignoring your question. You roll your eyes and smack the skimmer on the ground to get the debris off of it.

“Why shower - just gonna get dirty again.” I remark sarcastically.

“Exactly.” Merle agrees, and I look up in momentary shock before catching the sarcastic smirk on his face. “Ew,” I mutter, tossing the skimmer to the side and throwing the chlorine in the pool.

“So what bar ya work at?” He asks, glancing into the pool for a moment before looking back at you. You want to lie, but there’s literally only two bars in this small town, so it’s not like it matters much.

“Happy Hour Tavern.” I respond, wiping my hands off on my shorts and crossing my arms. “Surprised I haven’t seen ya there yet.” Referring to the beer in his hand at two in the afternoon.

He smirks. “Ya wanna see me there?” He suggests, and I roll my eyes.

“Didn’t say that.”

“Don’t ya worry, sugar. I’ll stop by.” He assures me, and I know he probably will.

“Great,” I mutter, and he chuckles.

“Where ya kids at?” He asks.

“Inside eating.”

“Wanna make me somethin to eat, sugarlips?” He asks flirtatiously. I roll my eyes again and huff.

“My name is Anna, and no, I don’t really have the money to be feeding the neighborhood.” I respond.

“Ain’t the neighborhood, doll. Just a friend.” He winks.

“Oh, so we’re friends?” I ask, shifting my weight.

“Yeah sure. Ya seem to be cozying up to my brother and all, ‘course we’re friends.” He responds sarcastically. The grin is gone from his face and he seems more serious now.

“What?” I ask, baffled by what he means by ‘cozying up to his brother.’

“Don’t play dumb, sweetheart. I saw ya the other day. Got him doing shit for ya, too. Impressive.” He rolls his eyes and takes a large gulp of his beer. Suddenly, the mood shifts, and I feel uncomfortable. Is he angry at me for asking Daryl for help? He is so hard to read, everything was just fine - what happened?

“I needed help lifting a heavy ass box. He was there. Doesn’t mean I’m ‘cozying up to anyone.’” I respond sternly. I don’t like being accused of using people. Merle chuckles.

“Relax, darlin, I ain’t jealous.” He taunts, lifting a hand to shield his eyes and looking up at the sky. “Issa good huntin day, bet he’s goin out there soon. I’ll see ya around, sugarlips.” Merle says as he begins walking away from me, leaving me confused and startled. What the hell just happened?

I began getting texts from my father that same day. I wasn’t entirely surprised, but I knew he wouldn’t go to the cops.

1:04 - Bring back my fuckin kids

1:15 - U ungrateful bitch after all i done 4 u

2:06 - Ima have every1 lookin 4 u

2:10 - U best not let me find u

3:34 - Ima tell the pigs u kidnapped em

4:08 - Just wait til i find u

My brother even texted me a few times, too.

12:30 - Pa’s lookin 4 u. He’s mad

1:10 - U took them? Ur not they momma, u kidnapped em

2:30 - U best bring em back or u’ll regret it Anna

The texts continued on and off throughout the day but I ignored them. My prejudice, abusive family would not get the best of me. He was probably drunk and went to find us to pick a fight and finally noticed we were gone. I couldn’t help but worry about if he ever did manage to find us. We were only a half hour away, it wouldn’t be too hard. It was only a matter of how much he was determined to do so. He’s not a smart man, I doubt he could track us down very easily. Plus, everyone who knew him, hated him. No one who knew us would help him - they would know the kids were safer with me. I’d rather be poor than abused.

Eventually I left my phone on silent and tried to keep my thoughts occupied. I didn’t tell the kids, of course. The kids had been playing in their room for most of the day, having fun with the large box that my bed frame had come in, using it as some sort of rocket or something. So I let them be inside and sat on the front steps to think in peace. I looked up at the sky and willed myself not to cry. They did not deserve my tears. They didn’t even deserve a moment’s thought. I forced myself not to think about all that they had put me through in my childhood. The nights I spent crying myself to sleep on my mattress on the floor. The bruises and scars I hid at school. The lies I told to keep myself from being taken away - only so I could protect my siblings.

My eyes burned as I fought back the tears and I hid my face in my hands on my lap.

“C’mon, Anna. It’s over now.” I mutter to myself, trying to believe my own words. Anger boiled over inside of me at the thought of what my father might do if he found us and took the kids back. I would not let him. Even if it killed me - he would not ruin their lives like he did mine.

A crash of thunder made me jump, bringing me back to the present. I looked up just in time to see Merle approaching from the woods, resheathing a knife on his hip. I figured he was hunting, and that gave me an idea.

“Hey, Merle!” I call out, quickly wiping my face and jumping up to head over to him. He looks pleasantly surprised and stopped in his tracks, smirking as I approached him. “I have a question.”

“Whatcha want, sugar?” He drawls, wiping his hand on a rag from his pocket. I notice a bit of blood and then the bag over his shoulder, making me wince. I didn’t wanna know.

“I wanna get a gun. But I don’t know the first thing about them, and I kinda hoped you did?” I inform him, glancing behind me to make sure the kids hadn’t come out. He chuckles quietly and looks me up and down.

“Whatcha want with a gun?” He asks. I resist getting defensive, sure that he thinks a woman can’t handle one.

“To protect myself. Family problems, let’s leave it at that.” I inform him with a look. “Do you think you could help me?” I plead. I didn’t wanna go into town and get scammed into buying a crappy, overpriced gun. Merle looks at me for a long moment, looking up at the darkening sky before shrugging.

“Come with me.” He responds, nodding toward his house. I look at it then back to him, giving him a sharp look. “I’m serious, ya want me help or not?” He demands. I look back toward my house for a moment before sighing.

“I can’t be long.” I tell him, and he smirks, heading toward his porch. I hesitantly follow behind him, dreading entering his place. Considering the trash and overgrown grass outside, I had a feeling the inside was much worse. I stepped inside the house cautiously, keeping my eye on Merle as I did so. He seemed to be the only one here, which relieved me. If any of those men from the other night were, I would have left. Merle tosses the bag from his shoulder onto an old wooden table and heads down the hall toward a bedroom, leaving me alone. The floor is dirty, there’s an old, stained armed chair in front of a box TV, and there’s stuff scattered everywhere. The place smells a little weird too, but I resist complaining. Merle returns a moment later with a case in hand. “Here,” Merle opens the case and reveals a gun, holding it out to me. It’s a handgun, I know that much. I look up at him and he gives me an impatient look, so I hesitantly grab the gun. It’s heavier than it looks, and I make sure to keep my finger off the trigger. “Ya ever shot one?” He asks, smirking at me.

“Once or twice.” I mumble, having flashbacks to the one time my father tried teaching me how to shoot bottles in the backyard. It wasn’t a fond memory at all…

“Ya can have it, but it’ll cost ya.” He winks.

“How much?” I ask, and he chuckles.

“Ion want ya money,” He drawls, and I immediately frown, thinking I know what he is implying.

“I’m not doing that either,” I scowl, going to hand the gun back to him. He doesn’t take it, chuckling some more.

“Whatcha want a gun for anyway?” He asks. I didn’t want to get into it, but maybe this would be a way around having to do something for him for it. I let out a sigh and looked at the weapon in my hand for a long moment.

“My father,” I start, not meeting his eye. “He’s uh, well he’s a piece of shit basically. I took the kids from him in the middle of the night and got this place, never told anyone where we were going. If he comes around… Well, I’m gonna need this.” I finally look up and meet his eye, exhaling deeply. He looks at me for a long moment, his face expressionless. It’s quiet and I am surprised he doesn’t make any rude or sarcastic comments. He shrugs, placing the case down on the old table.

“Keep it.” He tells me, and I raise my brows at him.

“Really?” I clarify, confused why he changed his mind.

“Ya need it more than I do. Got plenty round here.” He mutters, waving his arm up in no general direction. “I know all about piece of shit fathers.” He continues, giving me a solemn look. “My pops was. You was right, yer gonna need that. So take it, before I change my mind.” He drawls, heading over to their fridge and grabbing a bottle of beer, kicking it shut behind him. I don’t argue, despite being shocked and confused.

“Thank you, Merle.” I give him a sincere smile for the first time, and turn the gun over in my hands to ensure the safety is on.

“Takes 9MM. It’s loaded.” He informs me, plopping into the beaten up chair by the TV and opening his beer, taking a large gulp. I nod slowly and shift my weight, feeling awkward holding the gun but trying not to let him know.

“Okay,” I respond, turning to head out the door as he turns the TV on. “Thanks again.” I holler before I head out the door into the humid air. The sky has gotten very dark with storm clouds and the wind picked up, so I jog across the lawn back to my house and tuck the gun into the back of my shorts, hiding it under my shirt before I walk inside. I don’t need the kids seeing this.

“Anna! Look what we did!” Colton calls out from the hallway with a big grin on his face. I smile back at him and walk down the hall to their room, letting out a dramatic gasp when I see the box colored on with a bunch of random colors. “It’s our rocket!” He exclaims excitedly, rejoining his sister inside the big box.

“Wow! It looks so good guys!” I exclaim, grinning as they go back to their playing. I watch them for a moment before remembering the gun and walking into my own room, placing the gun on the top shelf in the closet. This will have to do until I have more furniture and somewhere safe to keep it.

The texts kept coming throughout the rest of the night.

6:05 - ware tf r my kids

6:43 - dont make me hunt u down girl

7:16 - uv always been a cunt this is just like u

8:11 - wat r u gonna do when u get nocked up by some prick u dont have money 4 all dem kids

The string of insults and threats lasted most of the night, the only reason I kept looking at them was to make sure that they hadn’t found us somehow, or had any ideas. I would need a head start if they did. I’m not sure if I would be able to shoot my brother, but I know I could shoot my dad. He deserved it. After all he did to me, all he put us through. Even my dead beat mother didn’t deserve him. He was half the reason she’s as bad as she is. Apparently, my mother hadn’t started using drugs until after I was born. My father had escalated when he had his first daughter, and his true colors began to shine through. My mom used in order to live with herself, the guilt, his abuse. She even made sure to get clean each time she learned she was pregnant, but she always relapsed. She was a strong woman - I had to give her that. If nothing else, she was strong. But still a horrible mother. She should have taken us with her when she left.

But now it was my responsibility. I had to do what she couldn’t. I couldn’t help but think about my parents, my horrible family - as I stood in the doorway, watching them sleep. I may not be able to change what happened to me, but I would do anything it took to prevent it from happening to Bailey and Colton. If it comes down to it, I will kill my own father to ensure he never lays another hand on them.

Watching them sleep peacefully, side by side in their own brand new bed with clean sheets and a safe roof over their head - that made it all worth it.

Jessie and Beau came over at nine with beers and I set up a fire in the front yard. I had found this old firepit someone was throwing away on the side of the road the other night and I took it of course. I was excited for some relaxing adult time before my shift tonight. I hated my job, but I made good money there so far.

“What time you work tonight?” Jessie asks as she pops open a bottle of beer and hands it to me with a grin on her face.

“Eleven to three. At least it’ll go by fast.” I respond, taking a gulp. The alcohol burns as it goes down my throat and I let out a sigh, leaning back into the stairs. I hadn’t gotten around to getting chairs for the yard yet - an unnecessary expense I couldn’t afford just yet. Jessie sat beside me, a lemonade in hand instead of beer, given that she was pregnant, and Beau sat on the hood of his truck, rolling a joint. I always enjoyed nights like this - quiet, relaxing, worry free. Jessie had been the best friend I’d ever had, I’m glad we’re still so close.

“That man ever come back?” She asks, referring to a customer from a few nights ago. He had gotten too drunk and handsy, trying to get me to give him my number. He even waited until the bar closed for me and the manager had to call the cops to get him to leave so I could go home. That was the latest reason I hated my job that I’d only had for a few weeks.

“No. Hopefully he never comes back, I don’t wanna have to use what Merle gave me earlier on him.” I mutter, glancing behind me to make sure the kids hadn’t woken up.

“The neighbor?” Beau asks. I nod.

“What did he give you? Are yous like, talking now?” Jessie asks, leaning on her knees and giving me a worried look.

“No, it’s nothing like that. I wanted to look into getting… a gun, for protection. From Dad.” I explain in a quieter tone. “I figured someone like him would know a place, and he actually ended up giving me a handgun.” I continue, watching Jessie’s disapproving look and wide eyes. “I’ll be safe. I really need it. If Dad finds out where we are…” I trail off, taking a large sip of my beer and letting a huff out.

“Why’d he just give you a gun for free?” Beau asks, looking up from where he was rolling the joint on the hood.

“I dunno. At first he said it was gonna cost me, but then when I mentioned it was because of Dad, he let me just have it. Said he knew all about asshole fathers.” I shrugged. “Either way, works for me.”

“Just don’t let him use that against you. Who knows what he might try to pull, he reminds me of Mack.” Jessie rolls her eyes when she mentions my older brother, grimacing. She hates me as much as I do. He had tried to get with her a million times and it made him resentful, yelling and cursing at her. Which then resulted in Beau beating the shit out of him - which was a sight for sore eyes.

“Yeah, he’s a bit better than him though. From what I’ve seen, at least.” I shrug, taking another swig of my beer. “Dad’s been texting me most of the day, he texted me earlier too. The bullshit you’d expect - pretending to care I took the kids, threatening me.” I explain, handing my phone to Jessie to see the string of unanswered texts.

“I hate them,” She grumbles as she scrolls through the texts. “They won’t find you, don’t worry. They’re too stupid to figure it out.” I chuckle at her comment.

“Yeah, you’re right about that.” I giggle. Beau stands up and offers me the blunt, which I accept and take a long hit from. As I am doing so, I hear a man start laughing and sure enough, Merle and Daryl are standing at the bottom of their porch. I exhale the large puff of smoke and hand the blunt back to Beau, leaning on my knees and resisting the urge to cough.

“Damn girl, who knew ya could have a little fun!” Merle exclaims, walking across the lawn toward us. Daryl and I make eye contact for a short moment before he rolls his eyes and leans against the beat up railing, placing his crossbow on the porch stairs, seemingly waiting for his brother. I roll my eyes with a smirk at Merle’s comment. Ever since earlier, I’ve decided to cut him a little slack. If I was interpreting right, we had more in common than I thought - at least, regarding families.

“Yeah, sometimes.” I respond, offering my beer bottle to him, earning a surprised look from Jessie. I was trying to be nice to Merle to repay him for the gun, so he wouldn’t come collecting in another way. It was the least I could do for a free handgun and clip. Merle looks shocked for a short moment but smirks and takes the bottle from my hand, taking a large swig.

“Yous her family?” Merle asks, looking at Jessie. She hesitates for a moment before shaking her head.

“Friends.” She responds, readjusting her feet uncomfortably. I stand up and suddenly I’m aware of just how close Merle was to me. I am almost touching him as he leans against my railing, my bottle in his large hands, a smirk plastered across his face. He looks fairly attractive in the fire light and his seemingly clean-ish clothes. He’s wearing black cargo pants and a white T-shirt under a jacket, and I take notice of the knife holstered on his hip. “Going hunting?” I ask, taking a step away from him toward the fire and tossing another log in.

“Mhm,” He responds, taking another sip of my beer. “Wanna come with, sweetheart? Can show ya the ways.” He suggests flirtatiously.

“I actually know how to,” I smirk, stepping closer to him and grabbing the beer from his hand, taking a large sip while looking into his eyes. The alcohol and hit were starting to get to me - I was a bit of a lightweight nowadays, since I’ve lost weight and had less time to do this kind of stuff. Merle bites his bottom lip and holds the intense eye contact with me, taking the beer back when I hand it to him and I can feel his eyes on me as I retake my seat beside Jessie.

“Yer loss.” He shrugs, pretending to be indifferent.

“C’mon man!” Daryl shouts from their side of the lawn impatiently. I wish that he would come join us too - I wanna get to know him better.

“Ugh I’m comin! Get yer panties outta a bunch!” He shouts over his shoulder. Merle hands the beer back to me after one last gulp and heads off to rejoin Daryl, walking away into the dark woods.

“What was that all about?” Jessie demands when they are out of earsight. I shrug and set the beer down, not wanting to get anymore intoxicated, given that I still have work later.

“I dunno, gotta be nice. I kinda owe him.” I mumble, kicking at dirt. Truth be told, I found those brothers interesting. Mysterious and dangerous, but alluring. Yes, they were trouble, but I always ended up attracting trouble anyway.

“You better be careful.” Jessie warns me, and I nod.

The night went on peacefully and we all enjoyed talking over the fire and relaxing with the kids asleep. I left for work and Jessie stayed at my place while Beau went out with his friends after dropping me off. He was gonna pick me up after work too, since he was gonna be in the same general area.

My shift was going fine until about one, when I recognized a familiar face and my whole night went sour. The creepy man from the other night was back, and he had his eyes on me. He was with another man at a table instead of the bar, but he was very obviously watching me. I informed the manager on duty but it wasn’t the same man from the other night, so he didn’t know the extent of how creepy the man was. He only came up to the bar once, having his buddy order drinks while he watched me. I remained calm and didn’t even glance at him, handing the drinks to his friend and accepting the two dollar tip without a word.

It took about a half an hour to finish cleaning up after everyone was out of the bar and I was dreading heading outside. I had a feeling that the man would be waiting for me again, but the manager didn’t want me wasting hours and had to stay behind to finish up, so I had to go out alone. I hung up my apron at the door and sighed as I locked up behind myself, leaving the manager alone in the building to finish recounting the drawers. I had already stuffed my tip money into my purse and had my keys tucked between my fingers as I looked around cautiously for a sign of anyone. There were still people out, despite being a bit past three in the morning. Beau hadn’t answered my texts in the last half hour and Jessie was asleep, so I had to wait. Great. Across the street, I spotted a nice looking motorcycle across the street, but that was the only vehicle besides far down the road.

I started walking toward the street light by the corner to wait for Beau when I heard a male voice call out. “Hey! Bitch!” I grasped my keys tighter in my hand and turned my head, spotting the man and his buddy down the alleyway. They stood up from leaning on the wall and started heading my way, so I started walking faster, but then they started running.

“Help!” I hollered and started running across the street. The adrenaline kicked in in my body as fear took over and I ran as fast as I could down the opposite side of the street. They were close behind me and I tried to hop over a fence, but they caught up and threw me onto the ground before I could get all the way over. “Help! Please!” I screamed as loud as I could, trying to kick the men away from me. The main guy sat on top of my hip and shoved a hand over my mouth, smirking evilly down at me as his buddy started trying to lift me. I kicked and flailed as hard as I could but I couldn’t get away as they drug me across the ground into a back alley.

“Hey!” I heard a different male voice holler and then there was the sound of glass breaking. The main man let go of his hand over my mouth to look behind him and I took that opportunity to scream as loud as my lungs would let me, before the second guy punched me in the face. I swore I saw stars as my face throbbed, the two still pinning me, my head propped against the second guy’s chest where he held a knife to my throat.

“Get off her. Now.” A deep male voice demands. I can’t see with the main guy on top of me but I am grateful for whoever it is coming to my rescue. The men only chuckle evilly but then something happens and the second guy jumps away from me quickly, making me slam my head down on the concrete. I groan and my vision goes blurry with tears as the stinging in my head intensifies. “Help…” I mutter as I fight to stay conscious, my head throbbing. The cold, rocky concrete is painful against my cheek, but not as bad as the weight of the man or the stinging in my head.

I can finally see around the main guy and spot a man a few yards away, aiming something in our direction. It’s hard to see with my blurred vision and the darkness, but it looks like a weird sideways weapon. “Ay, man. Chill out. We was just having some fun, that’s all.” The second guy insists, holding his hands up a little. I try to wiggle away but the man on top of me grabs onto my throat and holds a knife toward me.

“Think I won’t? Get the hell outta here or I’ll kill her right here, right now.” The man growls. I stare at the sharp tip of the knife in my face, fearing this is where my life will end. What will happen to Bailey and Colton without me?

The next moment is a huge blur. One second, there is a knife in my face, and the next, the man falls off of me, screaming in pain on the ground beside me. I jump up off the ground as fast as I can and stumble away from them, running blindly in the direction of where I had seen the shadowy figure of the other man. I stumble and trip in the combination of darkness and the pain throughout my body, reaching out to the brick wall to catch myself from falling but someone else catches me and I start flailing and trying to get away, until I look up.

It’s Merle. He hoists me up from where I was half fallen on the ground onto my feet and puts a hand around my waist to keep me up against him. His face is serious and it’s the first time he hasn’t cracked any jokes to me. I’ve never been more relieved to see someone in my life. I reach up and hold onto his neck, trying to keep my balance. The man continues screaming and cursing and I look back, spotting Daryl holding up a crossbow. “Oh shit! Fuck!” The second man screams, running away and leaving his friend behind with an arrow in his ass. Daryl walks over to him and takes his knife, pressing a foot on the man’s back and yanking the arrow out from his asscheek. I turn and hide my face in Merle’s shirt, disgusted and terrified. The screaming continues and then I hear a second scream and a trash can get knocked over. When I look back again, the other man is laying on the ground toward the back of the alley, an arrow in his leg.

Daryl stalks over to him and rips the arrow from his leg as well, kicking the man in the face before heading back toward the first man. “Ya ever, ever - come back here again… I’ll kill ya.” Daryl growls at the main guy who had been stalking me. Daryl rejoins us and puts a hand on my back hesitantly, looking down at me. I’d never been this close to either of the brothers and yet, somehow, I felt safer now.

“T-thank you.” I mumble into Merle’s chest, holding onto him tight, too afraid to let go. Tears stained into his shirt but I couldn’t bring myself to care - I was shaking and biting back crying.

“C’mon,” Merle mumbles, grasping onto my tight and trying to turn me around. I held onto him tight and let them lead me away, not paying attention. I saw Daryl grab my purse and keys in the corner of my eye and noticed Merle was leading me to a motorcycle. “You take her back, little brother. I’ll meet ya there after I finish up here.” Merle lets go of me and I feel like I’m going to fall over from the pounding in my head, but Daryl grabs onto me before I can fall completely over.

“Damn,” Daryl mutters, grabbing me tight and I notice that we are face to face. He’s got me by my waist and my hands grasp onto his shirt collar. “Sorry…” I mumble, blinking away fresh tears. He doesn’t respond but he helps me onto the back of the motorcycle. “Hold onto this.” He takes my hand and places it on these handlebar things, and I do. I do my best to stay up straight while he attaches my purse and his crossbow onto the back of the motorcycle and then sits in front of me. I whip my head toward the alley when I hear more screaming, but Daryl starts the engine and revs the bike. “Hold onto me. Tight.” Daryl hollers over his shoulder, and I do so without hesitation. I wrap my arms tightly around his waist and lean my head against his shoulder, terrified to fall off. I’ve never been on a motorcycle before - if I had been in a normal state of mind, I would have objected. But at this point, I wanted to get home as fast as possible.

The motorcycle is fast and the wind blows past us. I keep my eyes closed and focus on holding onto Daryl, feeling lightheaded and scared of falling off. It’s a short ride and he has to help me off of the bike. Holding onto his rough hand made me feel anxious and insecure but I had to in order to keep upright. He led me inside his house, and I did not object, as I did not want the kids to see me or for me to wake them up. He leads me over to a beaten up couch and I hesitantly sit down, looking around cautiously. I didn’t know if anyone else was here, but it seemed we were alone. I held onto my own arms tightly and tried to focus on my breathing. “I should uh, check ya out.” Daryl mumbles, crouching down in front of me. He waits for me to respond in some way, so I nod and uncross my arms. He runs a hand up my bare leg and I force myself not to flinch. I’m not afraid of Daryl, but tonight’s events have me shaken up. “Stand up,” He says, offering me his hand to help me get up. He lifts up my shirt a little and I flinch when he touches my back. “Yer pretty scratched up.” He comments, removing his hand from my back. “Should put somethin on that, so it don’t get infected.” He stands up when I sit back down and walks away, presumably to grab something. I hold onto my head and wince in pain where there is a large bump already forming.

Daryl returns with a few items in hand. He gives me a package of peas and shrugs, not meeting my eye. “Don’t have ice packs.” He mumbles, kneeling in front of me. “Turn around.” He tells me, and I move so that he can get to my back, placing the ice on my head. He starts applying something cold to my back and I sit as still as I can, wincing at the pain from where I was drug across the concrete. “Yer shirt’s all torn.” He notes when he pulls it back down. “Lemme see yer head.” I remove the ice and he gently runs his fingers through my hair, eventually finding the lump and I jump in pain, tearing up. “Sorry,” He mutters. “How do you feel? Ya might have a concussion.” He says, and I groan.

“I can’t afford to have a concussion.” I mumble and lean back into the sofa, holding the ice against my head once more. Daryl places a gentle hand on my cheek, below my eye, where I was punched. I look into his eyes as he gently rubs his rough thumb over what is surely a black eye. “M’sorry this happened to ya.” He mutters, looking away.

“Thank you for saving me.” I respond quietly.

“Wish I’d been there sooner.” He grumbles, standing up and removing his vest, tossing it onto the seat. He is wearing a black button down shirt and black jeans, his hair is matted against his forehead - but he looks very attractive. I look down at my bare knees that are now scratched up and feel my eyes burning again.

“What were you doing there, anyway?” I ask, changing the subject.

“Merle wanted a drink. Said ya worked there, wanted to bother ya I’m sure.” I let out a small chuckle and he continues. “We were leavin to head back, but we heard ya yellin.” I nod and look down again, trying not to think about it. I should be used to this sort of thing by now, given what I went through as a child.

Before either of us can say anything more, the door opens and Merle steps in, wiping his hands off on a rag. I notice the faint red marks on his knuckles and wonder what he had been doing, but try not to think of that either. Whatever he did, I didn’t care. Those men deserved it.

“She good?” Merle asks his brother, looking over at me huddled on their sofa. Daryl nods and explains my injuries briefly to Merle, who huffs. “Lucky we were there, sugar.” He comments. I don’t respond, hugging myself and shivering a little. Daryl notices but Merle heads to the bathroom, probably to clean up. Daryl walks away but returns shortly with a shirt and sweatpants. “Here. Ya can change in my room.” He mutters, handing the clothes to me. I am shocked but I accept and stand up slowly, following him back to his room. He shuts the door behind himself and I stand there for a moment, surprised to be in his room. He’s a lot sweeter than he likes to come off, it seems. It’s a very standard room. Pretty messy, no decorations, basic sheets on the bed, old paint. He clearly doesn’t care much for the room, it seems like he probably only uses it to sleep. It’s not “homey.” I remove my now ruined shirt and skirt and throw the large T-shirt on and tie the sweatpants on tight so they will fit me. The shirt is baggy and I notice it smells like Daryl. I hadn’t known what he smelled like before today but now I recognize it. It kinda smells like the outdoors, like firewood or something. It’s a nice scent, though, and I find it comforting.

I open the door with my old clothes in hand and spot Daryl waiting down the hall, leant up against the wall. Merle comes out of the bathroom at the same time and we make awkward eye contact. “Look like a Darylina.” He comments with a chuckle, walking past me toward the kitchen. Daryl looks at me for a long moment, until I meet his eye, and then he drops his gaze to the floor. I slowly approach him and give him a forced, appreciative smile. “Thank you.” I tell him gratefully. He has been so kind to me tonight. Before today, I hadn’t barely spoken to him before and he was always standoffish and seemed to avoid talking to me. It was a weird change, but welcomed. If only the circumstances it occurred under were different…

“Want me to throw em away?” He asks, referring to my clothes in hand. I shrug and hand them to him. He tosses them into a trash can and Merle walks over to the chair by the TV, popping open and beer and kicking his feet up. He seemed so nonchalant about the whole situation, it was weird. “Oh shit,” I mutter, realizing Beau is probably worried, waiting for me. “Do you have my phone?” I ask Daryl.

“That’s what yer worried bout?” Merle speaks up.

“No, I had been waiting for my ride. He’s probably worried.” I explain, looking to Daryl, hoping he had grabbed it. Silently, he pulls my phone from his pocket and hands it to me. “Thank you.” I unlock it and find a million missed calls from both Beau and Jessie. He must have woken her up when I never showed up. “Shit.” I grumble. I hated worrying them, after all they do for me.

“Yer boyfriend?” Merle asks, gulping down some of his beer.

“No, my friend’s boyfriend.” I respond as I text both of them in a group message that I was okay and that I would explain.

“Why would yer friend’s man be pickin ya up at three in the mornin?” Merle asks with a wink.

“Ew, no. I’m not like that. He’s a good friend, she’s watching the kids for me at my house right now. I gotta go let them know I’m okay…” I trail off, then remember I’m in Daryl’s clothes. “Uh, I can go change and bring these back-” I start, but he shakes his head.

“Keep em.” He insists, and I feel bad, but don’t fight back. “Ya might have a concussion, so ya should have someone check up on ya when ya sleep tonight, and get it checked.” He explains.

“Doctor Daryl.” Merle jokes sarcastically, and his brother shoots him an evil eye.

“Thank you guys for helping me. I don’t know how I can repay you…” I trail off, refusing to think about the course of the night again.

“Don’t worry bout it, darlin.” Merle smirks.

“Couldn’t just leave ya there.” Daryl mutters awkwardly, shuffling his feet.

“Well, still. Thank you.” I repeat before heading toward the door. Daryl follows behind me, handing me my purse and keys, and I wave before walking out and heading back to my house slowly, careful not to trip. I look back and notice he is watching me and I feel my cheeks heat up, fumbling to get my key out and open my door. I notice Beau’s truck is here and when I open the door, the two of them are sitting on the sofa, waiting for me.

Jessie and Beau were furious when I told them what happened and I ended up crying on her shoulder, letting the emotions from the night settle in. Beau threatened to go back out looking for them but I told him what I suspected Merle did and he didn’t. Jessie helped me get cleaned up and settled into bed. She slept next to me in my bed that night and woke me up every two hours, in case I had a concussion. Beau slept on the couch and I had never felt more appreciative for anyone more than I did for them and Daryl in that very moment...

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But We Do - Upstead

Summary: 5 times Jay and Hailey said they were “just friends,” and 1 time they knew they were something more.

Warnings: swearing, fluff, maybe mentions of violence?

Requested: No

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1 - they don’t cancel other plans, have conversations with nothing but their eyes…

Jay walked out of the breakroom, phone pressed to his ear and a cup of coffee in his hand. They were wrapping up an intense day in intelligence, they had closed a big case involving a tender age victim, all of them were taking it pretty hard.

“Hey man,” Jay said quietly as he approached his desk. He watched his partner sigh, running a hand through her tousled blonde hair.

“Hey,” Will said, “We still on for the game tonight?”

Jay kept his eyes on Hailey, she looked distraught. “Uh…” Hailey looked up, catching his gaze and giving him a weak smile. Jay furrowed his eyebrows at her and she shrugged, her chest heaving as she looked back down at her report. “Sorry. I can’t tonight, something came up. Raincheck?”

“Yeah, no worries man.” Will said, “I’ll see you later.”

“See you.” Jay agreed, finally finishing the last few steps to his desk. He sat down, placing all the reports on his desk in a neat pile. Swiftly, he leaned over the monitor in front of him and swiped a stack of papers off his partners desk, replacing them with his cup of coffee.

Hailey was startled by the commotion, glancing up at the man across from her. He was focused on his computer screen, deep in thought. Hailey smiled softly, taking a sip of the coffee before getting back to work. Jay felt her gaze on him, he avoided it, focusing on the task before him. If he looked up he’d get lost in those bright blue eyes, and then he’d never get any work done.

About an hour later, Jay threw his pen down on his desk, groaning. “I’ve written the word ‘offender’ so many times that it doesn’t even feel like a word anymore.” He said.

Hailey cracked a smile, “You done?” She had been for about 20 minutes, but they were the last ones left, and she didn’t want to make him work alone, especially since he was helping with her work load.

Jay nodded, “Yep, just finished, ready to get out of here?”

“Yes.” Hailey said immediately, grabbing her coat off the back of her chair. “Give Will my best.”

Jay stood, “I’m not meeting Will.” He confessed.

Hailey looked at him, confused. “You said you were going to the Hawks game, Jay, you’ve been excited all day.” She frowned, but he just shook his head.

“Will gets tickets for every game, there will be another one.” He jokes, but Hailey doesn’t look convinced. “I’m not really feeling it tonight, not after today…” It was true, he didn’t want to ignore his problems for the night, not when she’d call him out on it later anyway. Plus, Hailey was way more fun than a Hawks game.

She eyed him cautiously, “As long as you aren’t ditching on my account.”

Jay laughed, “I am.” Hailey glared at him. “Not cause you need it, cause I do.” Her expression softens as Jay grabs his keys and coat, “Come on, drinks on me.”

Hailey smiled, falling into step behind him. “You spoil me.”

2 - they don’t call you in the middle of the night, couldn’t even tell you why…

Hailey shot up in her bed, her chest rising and falling at a rapid rate. She held a hand to it, trying to control her breathing. She hated to admit it, but nightmares were a constant issue for her, it was rare that she slept a full night.

It made sense, the trauma of her childhood, in addition to the horrors she sees on the force. When her mind wasn’t actively fighting against the memories, they were all consuming. Tonight though, was a special type of terror. It was often that Hailey dreamed of her green eyed partner, but sometimes he snuck into her nightmares. Every once in a while, she was transported back to that day, the day she almost lost him. And even though he lived, in her mind at night, the fear that he didn’t was overwhelming.

She rolled over, clutching her pillow. All rationality said he was fine, probably asleep in his own bed. Her phone caught her eye, like it was pulling her to it. It sat there taunting her. Finally, she couldn't take it anymore, she just needed to hear his voice.

Obviously, she had him on speed dial, only needing to click his contact. The ringing started and after the fourth one, she considered hanging up. Then after the fifth… “Hello?” A groggy voice asked.

“Hi.” She said softly. She had the sudden urge to throw her phone out the window.

Jay sat up immediately, running his hand over his face, “Hailey? What’s wrong?”

Hailey froze, she hadn’t thought that far ahead. “Nothing.”

“Okay?” He said, not really convinced.

“I just needed to make sure you were okay.” Hailey rushed out. She blushed to herself, thankful that he couldn’t see her crimson cheeks.

That woke Jay up all the way, he sighed, his voice laced with concern. “Hailey, I’m fine.” He waited a few seconds. “Are you?”

Hailey took a breath, she debated confessing everything she had been feeling lately. How affected she was by her dreaming that he was dead. “Uh, just a bad dream.”

“About?” He asked.

“That day.” She said softly. He didn’t say anything. “I’m okay, Jay.” She said,trying to reassure him.

She heard rustling over the line, “I’m sorry Hailey.” He said, “For what I put you through.”

“I know.” They sat in silence for a few minutes, just listening to each other breathe. It was oddly comforting, the constant assurance that the other one was there. “Jay?” Hailey asked.

“Yeah?”

“Will you stay on the phone...until I fall asleep?” She asked, cautiously. It was a strange ask, especially because Hailey knew that there was no way she was going back to sleep, but she wasn’t ready to hang up, and she wasn’t ready to talk.

Jay sat there shocked, there was something so intimate about her request, something he wasn’t expecting, but certainly something he wasn’t upset about. “Yeah, I’ll be right here.”

They both laid back down in their respective beds, phones laying on the pillow next to them. Eventually Hailey heard the sound of soft snores, she smiled to herself. She closed her eyes and just listened: he was alive and he was there.

3 - they don’t almost say “i love you,” when they’re downtown somewhere just a little drunk...

Jay sat in between Kevin and Will at Molly’s knocking back his third beer. They were celebrating Adam’s birthday, which meant they were in for a night full of alcohol. Adam was a bit of a control freak when it came to his birthday, insisting that everyone was at his beck and call for the day. They all let it slide, after all, he acted like their own personal assistant on each of their birthdays.

“Okay boys.” Adam called to the long line of their friends sitting at the bar. “Time for shots!”

Kevin laughed, “Are you paying?”

Adam shrugged, “The party is on me tonight, but you all are responsible for getting me home alive.”

Kevin nodded, looking to Jay, who nodded. “Copy that.” He turned to Herrmann, “I’m going to need two of those badboys and a glass of that fancy bourbon I know you are hiding back there.”

“Make that two,” Jay said, holding up his hand.

Hailey, Kim and a few of the other girls watched the antics from across the bar. Stella came over, carrying a tray of miscellaneous cocktails and bottles. Kim’s jaw dropped and Hailey started laughing. Stella shrugged, setting the tray down. “I heard Ruzek’s buying.” She said, before floating back over to the bar.

“Thank you!” Hailey called.

Sylvie picked up a cup filled with green liquid, “Why is it green?”

“Absinthe?” Kim asked.

Hailey quickly took the drink from Sylvie, “Believe me, you don’t want this.”

Sylvie laughed, picking a different drink. “Yeah, probably not.”

Hailey smiled, taking her pick of the tray. She played it safe, pulling a beer off the back. “Lame.” Gianna teased.

Hailey shrugged, “Someone has to get those losers home.” She glanced at the bar, watching her partner down a shot with Adam.

Kim raised her glass, urging the other girls to do the same. “Happy Birthday Adam.” She said, and they all took a sip.

About thirty minutes later, Jay was more gone than he had been in a long time. The man could hold his liquor, but he could not keep up with Kevin or Kelly. He was handed another shot by his brother, who was right there with him. Jay tossed it back, barely feeling the burn.

He slumped over on his stool and turned to scan the bar, his gaze landed on his partner and it stayed there shamelessly. She was laughing, her head thrown back and her body visibly shaking. He smiled, leaning back against the bar and just watched.

Kevin glanced over, following his friend's gaze. He chuckled. “Jay, man.” He said, nudging his shoulder. “You’re staring.

“No I’m not.” Jay said, his gaze never leaving her.

“Sure.” Kevin slurred, grabbing his shoulder and spinning him around to face the bar. Jay glared at him, Kevin held up his hands in surrender. “I’m just trying to help you out.”

“Chuckles is staring at you.” Trudy teased Hailey from across the table. Hailey, not so subtly, snapped her head around, causing the whole table to laugh. “Well, he’s not now.”

Hailey slowly faced her friends again, her cheeks bright red. “Yeah, just checking.”

Sylvie giggled, she had taken a small sip of the absinth anyway. “You like him.”

Hailey shook her head, “What? No.” She stared down her drink, “We’re partners. He’s my best friend.”

“Okay.” Kim said, smirking, everyone else following suit.

Before he knew it, Jay’s gaze was back on Hailey. She was so pretty, he didn’t even understand how someone could be so beautiful. He picked up the full shot glass, downing it quickly. He had spent the whole night thinking about her, and he couldn’t pretend he didn’t feel the way he did anymore.

Jay pushed himself off the stool, stumbling a little, he couldn’t keep the smile off his face as he made way across the bar. “Hi Hailes.” He said, grabbing her attention.

Hailey smiled brightly. “Hey, having fun?” She asked, cocking an eyebrow. She could tell he had been just by the way he was swaying in front of her.

Jay nodded, “Yeah...um...I need to tell you something.”

The whole table watched him eagerly, “Yeah?” She asked, her heart racing.

Will looked over and his eyes widened at the empty seat next to him. “Kev.” He said.

Kevin looked over, “Shit.” He said. He motioned for Will to follow him and they raced over to Jay.

“I-” He started, but Kevin and Will appeared on either side of him.

“Hi Hailey.” Kevin said.

“Bye Hailey,” Will continued, before grabbing his brother's arm and yanking him away from her. Hailey sat there in shock as they walked away, talk about a let down.

Jay huffed, ripping his arms away. “What was that?” He snapped.

“It was us saving your ass.”

4 - they don’t talk about the future, and put each other in it…

Hailey shifted in her seat, turning her body slightly towards the center console. She held up the camera in her hand, looking through the lens. She snapped a picture of the license plate of the car that just rolled up.

“You see that?” Jay asked from the driver's seat, leaning back. Hailey nodded, taking another picture. Jay scribbled down the make and model into his notes before they watched the driver re-enter the car and drive away.

A few minutes went by and they sat in silence once again, they had been on a stakeout for several hours and all they had to show for it was a few license plates. Hailey sighed, “So, the Sergeants exam sign up was posted this week.” She said, bringing up something she’d been meaning to for several weeks.

“Okay?” Jay said, “You planning on taking it?” He asked, chuckling.

Hailey shook her head, laughing lightly. “Me? No way. I think you should.”

“What?” Jay, finally looked over at her.

Hailey looked at him in disbelief, he really hadn’t thought about it? “Jay, you’ve been a detective for almost ten years, don’t you feel like it’s time to take the next step?” She asked.

Jay shrugged, “I hadn’t really thought about it...maybe in a couple more years. Why? You sick of me?” He teased.

“No,” Hailey said, rolling her eyes. “I just want you to succeed, and Voight has always said you’ll take the unit one day…”

“Yeah, one day.” He said, cracking a smile. To be honest, he had thought about the test, but he wasn’t sure he was ready to potentially move on from Intelligence or from his partner.

Hailey turned to face him completely, “Well, when one day comes, I’ll help you study.”

Jay watched her, her smile so genuine. He had just said that he was going to wait a couple more years, and Hailey intended to be there for them. “So, you’re keeping me around?”

“Yeah, you haven’t pissed me off yet.” Jay gave her a look, “Much.” Hailey took a breath. “I’m serious Jay, I’ve got your back, no matter what, no matter when.”

“Thanks.” Jay said, squinting at her.

Hailey scoffed, “You sound surprised…”

Jay shook his head, “I’m not surprised, it’s just nice to hear you say it.” He turned to face her, “We don’t talk like this very much.”

“Yeah, cause you show emotion once every three weeks.” Hailey teased, slapping his bicep.

“Oh, you’re one to talk.”

Hailey laughed along with him, leaning her head against the window. “Jay, you know I’d follow you anywhere, even to another unit. I’m not losing this.” She gestured between the two of them.

Jay nodded, he knew she was talking about their partnership, but couldn’t help but hope she meant something else. “I know, and you’ll always have a spot, wherever I am.”

“Good.”

5 - they don’t stand around playing with their keys, finding reasons not to leave…

“Jay, can you stop hovering.” Hailey said, turning to face him. He had been following her around her kitchen for fifteen minutes while she did random things. He had brought her home from the hospital a few hours earlier, and he hadn’t left her alone since.

She was tackled down by a suspect earlier that morning and after getting checked out by Will, they learned that she had a few bruised ribs. It was nothing too serious, but it was enough for Jay to have a mini aneurysm about it, which is why Hailey was coming close to stabbing him with the knife she was trying to put away.

Jay took a step back at her harsh words, putting his hands up. “I’m sorry, I just don’t want you to hurt yourself.”

Hailey stood up straight, placing her hands on her hips. “I think I’m capable of unloading my dishwasher.”

“Alright,” He said, admitting defeat. He grabbed his keys off the counter and headed towards the door. “I’ll see you tomorrow.”

“See you, thanks for dinner.” She said kindly, before turning back to her work.

Jay opened the door, watching her for a few more seconds. He was about to leave when heard a thud, followed by a hiss. Within seconds, the door was slammed shut and he was back by her side. “Hailey.” He said, picking up the bowls that fell on the floor.

She huffed, leaning against the counter, hand draped over her stomach to cover her rib. “I’m fine, I just couldn’t reach.” She explained, nodding at the open cabinet.

Jay sighed, “You’re not fine.” He set the stack of bowls neatly in the cabinet before turning to face her. “Come on.”

Hailey rolled her eyes and followed him into the living room, sitting down on the couch next to him. He threw a blanket over her before getting up again. “What are you doing?” Hailey called after him.

There were sounds of rummaging in the kitchen, and then a few seconds later Jay appeared with a glass of water and a bottle of ibuprofen. “Here.” He said, “You should take these.”

He handed her the cup and Hailey took it gratefully. “Thanks.”

“Yeah,” He took a step back, standing next to the couch. He shifted nervously, keeping his eyes on her. “Well, I guess I’m gonna go. Promise me you’ll stay put?” He asked, and Hailey nodded. “Okay, Goodnight Hailey.” He said, before walking out of the room.

Hailey sighed, as much as she hated being fawned over, she didn’t want him to leave. “Jay!” She yelled.

Two seconds later he was standing in front of her again, “Yeah?”

“I’m probably going to need your later…” She said, watching a smile appear on his face. “Do you just want to stay?”

“Yes.” He said immediately, “I mean…” He rubbed the back of his neck. “If you really need me to.”

Hailey laughed, “I do.” Jay took it as an invitation to reclaim his seat on the couch, pulling the other half of the blanket over him. Hailey leaned her head on his shoulder and stayed put, exactly like she promised she would.

but we do…

Hailey sat with her head resting in her hand as she watched Jay from across the room. She was staring, and it was obvious, but he was too busy chatting up some girl to notice her gaze. Molly’s was crowded, like normal, but tonight she had decided to sit alone. She had been watching the girl flirt with her partner for a while now, and she didn’t want to bring anyone else down with her mood.

She thought things had changed, that maybe Jay felt the same way about her, but the look on his face right now was telling her otherwise. Hailey sighed, averting her gaze and staring absently at her phone, trying to distract herself. It wasn’t working.

“You know,” A familiar redhead said as they slid into the seat across from her, “You could just tell him how you feel.”

Hailey sat up straight, looking at the other Halstead in disbelief. “What?”

Will laughed, “Don’t even deny it Hailey, I’ve been watching you make eyes at my brother for the last hour.”

“I’m not making eyes.” She snapped, keeping her gaze trained on him.

“Okay.” Will said, taking a sip of his beer. “Just for the record, I think you would be satisfied with his answer.”

Hailey jumped off her stool, throwing a ten down on the table. She was glad she had decided to only have one beer, she was sober enough to get the hell out of there. “Goodnight Will.” She said shortly before rushing towards the door, not giving her partner a second glance as she passed.

Jay watched the blur of blonde hair fly past him, noticing that it was Hailey walking out the door. His eyebrows laced together and he stood, “It was really great to see you Marissa, but I need to go.” He said quickly before grabbing his jacket and racing out the door after his partner, he was gone so fast that he didn’t even hear the girl say goodbye.

“Hailey!” He called after her.

Hailey turned around, she was only a feet ahead of him, she blamed her short legs. “I’m fine Jay, go back to your date.” She said a little harsher than she meant to before turning to walk away again.

“Date?” He asked, grabbing her hand and pulling her back to him. “Hailey, that was Will’s ex-girlfriend, I was friends with her brother in high school, we were just catching up.”

Hailey scoffed, “That little shit, ugh, it doesn’t matter. You don’t have to explain yourself to me Jay, we’re just friends.”

Jay ran his hands through his hair, letting out an exasperated sigh. “Are we?” He snapped. That got Hailey’s attention, she watched him closely as he took a step forward. “Hailey, I’ve to convince myself that there was nothing here, because you are my best friend. But friends don’t act the way we do, I saw you watching me tonight, that wasn’t a ‘friendly’ look.” He said.

Hailey blushed, looking at the ground. “Jay-”

He tilted her chin up to look at him. “You can lie to yourself all you want, but I can’t. I love you Hailey...and I think you love me too.” Hailey swore she stopped breathing for a second, his eyes were locked on her and she couldn't believe what he was saying. She searched his face for any trace of regret or concern for her, because half of her still thought she was hallucinating. “Feel free to say something-” She reached up and pulled him down to her, attaching their lips. Jay arms secured themselves around Hailey’s waist as he lifted her up to meet his height, her arms wrapping around his neck.

Jay held her tightly against him, his lips never leaving hers. Finally, Hailey pulled away, breathless. “For the record,” She said, taking a deep breath, her hand running down the side of his face. “You’re my best friend too.” Jay smiled, but she knew he was waiting for something else. “And I love you too.”

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A/N: I’ve had the idea for this fic for forever, so I’m glad I finally had a reason to write it. I’ve been a Maddie & Tae (ft. lyrics from “Friend’s Don’t) fan since the beginning and I’ve always thought that this song was the Upstead anthem. It’s perfect for them. Thanks for reading!

#upsteadlovesongs2021 #jay halstead #hailey upton #upstead #upstead imagines #chicago pd #one chicago

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Title: Little Prick Author: sorion Warnings: none Summary: Just some bondy banter.

Now, that was just rude, Q thought, sipping his tea with his eyes on the computer screen and giving a weak attempt at not looking amused.

Other than the potted plant in the corner, nobody was convinced of said attempt, and neither was Bond at the other end of the satellite connection, and he couldn't even see Q.

The hand gesture Bond waved at the hidden camera was still rude, though less original.

"I can hear you laugh into your tea; don't think I can't," Bond's crystal-clear voice echoed through Q-Branch.

"Mmm," Q hummed in agreement. "I have to get my kicks from somewhere, Bond, and you're usually a reliable source."

Ever the gentleman, Bond conceded with grace. "Alright, you win," he said. "Provided, of course, that you stop laughing for long enough to get me out of here, so I can come home."

Title: White Knight Author: sunaddicted Warnings: none Summary: bratty agents really do get on Bill’s nerves

"No."

"Oh, come on!"

Tanner arched an eyebrow at the raised tone of voice 009 was directing at him: he definitely didn't appreciate being talked to in such manner by a bratty agent - how the man was Q's favorite (besides Bond, of course), Bill would never know.

"I'm not messing around with the line-up just because you want to go to Malaysia."

M cleared his throat from the entrance of Tanner's office, looking coldly at 009. "Of course you're not. You should go get kitted for your own mission, 009: I believe R is waiting for you in Q-Branch."

Exhaling loudly, 009 pursed his lips and left with a stiff and parting nod - it was absolutely satisfying to watch. "You didn't have to come and save me," Bill pointed out, smiling up at the other even as M bent down to kiss him. "Thank you, though."

Title: Another Door Opens Author: soufflegirl91 Warnings: None Summary: Eve contemplates a door, and what led her to it

Now or never.

One way or another, things were about to change forever. In a way, everything from the moment she had shot James Bond off that bridge in Turkey had been leading to this.

The door loomed ahead, waiting for her to take the next step. There had been a time when she thought that with that one shot, she had ruined things forever. That any opportunity she had to prove herself in the field, any chance of a career, had crashed into the water with Bond’s body.

Instead, it had merely opened another door for her. Given her a chance to learn things she never would have in the field. The people, the politics. All the little games the field agents never saw.

“M,” her secretary greeted.

Eve nodded back at her, and walked through the door to her new office.

Title: Inside Information Author: starrboned / MrKsan Warnings: content warning: alcohol Summary: Bond is back again and bets are placed.

“No,” Q said over his glass of gin, finishing it off in one swig. “Not doing this again.”

“Or you could stop being such a wet blanket and place your bet already,” Moneypenny said, poking him in the ribs. He swatted at her, scooting closer to Tanner. “We all know Bond will ‘retire’ soon enough.”

“That’s all everyone’s talking about,” Q huffed, staring at his empty glass. “He’s back, he’s off again - it’s a never-ending cycle.” Almost wish he'd stay gone, he didn't say.

“It is,” Tanner sighs, nudging his half-full pint towards Q. “But even Mallory wagered a full six months."

“Mallory did?” Q almost choked on Tanner’s beer. “That’s - that’s unusual of him.”

“Eh, said something about how ‘Bond has something to prove' this time around.“ Tanner grinned. Q felt his cheeks warm under his knowing gaze. "Maybe he has some inside information, huh?"

Title: No Time Like The Present Author: storm_of_sharp_things Warnings: none Summary: Felix had been wondering if it was ever going to happen

“Not that you need to answer, but did you ever sleep with him?” Felix looked up from his glass as MI6’s Chief of Staff dropped into the chair next to him at the bar and quirked an eyebrow. It wasn’t how Felix would’ve started this conversation, but...

“Once,” he admitted. He tossed back the rest of his drink. “You?”

Tanner nodded, his gaze distant. “Once,” he said with a faint smile. “Seemed a good idea at the time.”

“I don’t regret it,” Felix said. Then he shrugged and smirked. “I think we’d have shot each other if we’d really tried to make it work. But I do miss him.”

“Me too.” Tanner paused long enough that Felix wondered if he’d follow through. “Listen, I’ve got some good bourbon back at mine. Want a drink where it’s quieter?”

“Easy answer,” Felix grinned. “Hell yes, thought you’d never ask, let’s go.”

Title: Entanglement Author: Nana-chan Warnings: Summary: In which 007 and Q trade places...

“Now take your clothes off slowly,” said Bond softly. “Goddammit, Q, I said slowly.”

“Oh, do piss off, Bond,” Q hissed, dropping his shirt to the floor while Bond continued to watch him through the CCTV live feed. “Now, help me with the leathers.”

“That actually sounds very sexy, coming from you,” Bond said conversationally, his eyes drifting all over Q’s bare midriff before focusing on the contraption strapped to him.

“I suppose it does, yeah,” replied Q archly. “Never mind my predicament.”

“Mm-hmm,” said Bond, unfazed. “Not enough time. The straps will have to stay for now. I’ll start, then.”

Entanglements such as this were usually Bond’s lot, not his, but what was he to do when someone had attached an IED to his person? At least he’d dispatched his would-be kidnapper. He sighed, relieved, as Bond typed in the code he’d devised to remotely disable the ticking bomb.

Title: Time Well Spent Author: IrishWitch58 / captain-magicalkitty Warnings: None Summary: A conversation over coms.

“Nine bloody days and the target hasn't moved at all.” Q could almost see the exasperated expression. Bond hated the need for surveillance and made his displeasure known.

“Once he does, I'm sure the resulting excitement will more than make up for your current boredom,” Q soothed. He managed to hide his smile from the rest of the branch late shift.

There was a disgusted snort from the coms. “You'll have to do better than that to make this up to me.” The tone was suggestive but only in the general Bond default setting. Q wasn't concerned about anyone overhearing.

“If you're still angling after an exploding pen, dream on.”

“Miser,” Bond accused, fond tone at odds with the statement.

Eventually the target would move and Bond would get the job done. Until then, they enjoyed time spent together, even far apart.

Title: N O T I M E Author: hexiva Warnings: Character death Summary: Bond confronts Blofeld.

No time to think as James rounds the corner, gun in hand, and comes face to face with Blofeld, with Franz.

Only hatred in Franz’s eyes, he reaches for his gun.

Trigger burning against James’ finger, all he has to do is pull it, end this, end this, but -

Ivy leaves underfoot, the sky blue above them, and they’re bickering but they’re just children still, not the killers they will become, and Franz laughs as James trips, and he reaches down to offer him a hand -

Many years ago, they were brothers. Franz knew him before he was 007. He’s the last man left who did. Everyone else is gone, and James is tired of being alone and tired of being a killer.

Every muscle in his body aches with weariness as he lets his gun drop. And he looks Franz in the eyes as Franz pulls the trigger.

Title: A Change of The Story Author: scarytheory Warnings: (a little bit of) sci-fi Summary: She has seen the future. What she’ll do with it is up to her.

No time to waste when she’s got a glimpse of the future. She had seen Bond devastated by loss and full of rage. She had seen Q who was absorbed in his job, bitter and sad. And herself – composed and nice and so, so lonely. Or was it possible to change it? She decided to go to that beach instead of Bond. But before she left, she whispered to him: “You’ve got a secret admirer in the Q branch.” Will it be enough? And the girl on the beach… will she manage to save her? “Tracy!” she screamed as she was trying to get her out of the water.

“I don’t know you.” Not yet.

“Moneypenny, Eve Moneypenny.”

Eve decided that this time she wasn't going to let them be burned by the inevitability. This time, Tracy would live.

#10

Title: Let the Record Show Author: anyawen Warnings: None Summary: They've read the same reports, but have arrived at differing conclusions.

"No, I don't think so," Q disagrees with forced lightness. "Not this time."

"Oh, honey," Eve sighs, not fooled in the least. She reaches across the table to squeeze his hand. "Every time. He always comes back."

"There's no reason for him to come back, not anymore," Q insists. "M is dead, and he's finished the last mission she ever gave him. He can retire now. Live a peaceful life with a beautiful woman. And a beautiful car."

"If you think he'll be happy with a peaceful life, you don't understand him as well as you think," Eve laughs.

"Maybe he doesn't want peaceful," Q allows, "but we've read his file. He doesn't want m— this either, or he wouldn't keep trying to leave."

"Eventually, he will come home. And when he does," Eve says, sitting back and angling to speak to someone over Q's shoulder, "you should tell him."

#11

Title: TO DIE Author: Merc / moon_of_mercury Warnings: This one is depressing. Sorry! Summary: The End.

Never again...

Observing from behind his screen, Q takes in the smoking, crumbling scene of destruction. Police cars with flashing lights and blaring sirens swarm the streets. A familiar silhouette blends in with the by-passers, slipping out of his view around the corner.

This is the last time James Bond holsters his gun, dusts off his suit, and heads for the airport to catch a flight Moneypenny arranged for him.

“It’s done,” Q says into the expectant stillness of the room. It hurts a little, even though he’s relieved. The showdown could have gone so much worse, but this is just as final.

Memories of this mission will haunt him for different reasons than usual. Their blazing victory is a bittersweet consolation.

Everything ends here; even those things that never began.

#12

Title: Mission Goal: Ideas Author: Venstar /1amvengeance Warnings: none Summary: well someone had to think of something.

“Now you're just showing off.” James’s voice drawled against Q’s ear.

“Oh, I'm showing off. Did you have any other ideas? No. Spies should have faster reflexes than asking me to 'Quick hide us!' My time and equipment are very expensive.” Q hissed quietly. They were still on a mission after all.

“That kiss was a far better idea than anything I had in mind. I'm happy to pay your asking price. Are you okay Q, your face has gone all red.”

“I will murder you in your sleep. I will end you. I will scatter your body parts to the farthest corners of the globe as a warning to those that think about blaming me for coming up with all the ideas!”

“Maybe instead of murder, you should think about our target. He’s escaping.”

“Escaping my arse. Someone is going to pay for your lack of ideas.”

#13

Title: Losing and Having Author: solarmorrigan Warnings: None. Summary: Bond reflects and knows he can't have it any other way.

Never in all his life had Bond felt quite this level of terror.

Or – well, no. That wasn’t quite true.

There had been one other time.

In the murky water, watching everything he’d allowed himself to love and depend on slip away into oblivion. The fear had clutched him then, shaken him and wrecked him.

Maybe he should have listened to his own damn self when he’d designated the heart as nothing but a target.

Even so, even knowing this, Bond clutched Q’s hand, eyes locked on his bruised and battered quartermaster who had only just returned to him, and knew it was worth it. The fear of loss was nothing against the euphoria of having.

#14

Title: Dreisamkeit (Or: Bliss comes in threes) Author: Misha / artsytarts / jelly-mish Warnings: Sickly sweet fluff, watch out for cavities Summary: Della, Felix and James are toying with the idea of having a lazy day in.

Nestled between the warm bodies of her boys, Della felt content.

“Occasionally, I’d like to just... stay here. All day.”, she said, letting her fingers brush through their hair in lazy strokes. James tightened his grip around her and made an approving noise.

Then the beeping started. Felix moved, banging his fist on the alarm clock. “Gosh darn it,” he growled. Della pouted in response, until a thought struck her. What if they took a sick day? Food poisoning? Good enough story. She suggested it out loud.

“If you take the blame,” James mumbled sleepily.

“Me? If anyone, it’d be Felix,” Della grinned at her husband's dirty look and carried on: “Remember when you forgot to add water to the pasta? The fumes were noxious.”

Eventually, reluctantly, they broke up their haven of safety and rolled out of bed. Della sighed. There never seemed to be enough time.

#15

Title: Augment Author: oldestcharm Warnings: n/a Summary: Every week Q argues his case and wins. "No," M says, squinting and displeased. "Absolutely not."

"One million," Q attempts with a half-hearted smile, but he knows well enough that it wouldn't work in any other situation. He's not even trying that hard at this point, because he knows he'll win this argument every single time. "It's not that much. I should probably ask ten times that with the amount of shit Bond breaks. Remember last week? I deserve a better budget."

"Then stop supplying him with expensive equipment," M suggests, unsympathetic at best.

"I'll have you know he'll get his hands on it whether I supply it or not," Q says crossly.

"Maybe you aren't doing a good enough job at security."

"Exactly, I need a better budget!" Q insists, eyeing M with a bit of a manic expression as he sets down the tablet in front of him. "Now sign it or deal with the consequences."

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whenimaunicorn · 3 years

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Playing House - Part 11.1

Previous posts: 1 2 3 4 5 6 7 8 9 10 11 12 13 14 15

A/N: Shorter than usual, at 1203 words, it’s gotten harder to write around here and all I have to offer you this week is a nice, enticing teaser. Hope it sparks a little excitement!

And thank you SO MUCH to all the fans that submitted their ideas for what Hvitserk is like at parties!! Hope you enjoy seeing your little details reflected here!

Hvitserk. You remember him from one party last year. Hvitserk doesn’t go to your school, so it wasn’t like anyone besides his brothers already knew him, but man, he just ran that room. His smile was infectious, he was a killer on the dance floor, and when he called out ‘body shots’ just about everyone in attendance followed him into the kitchen. You can still picture the shape of his luscious mouth as he leaned in to lick salt off the nearest girl. By the end of the night, you had been part of a select group gathered around the couches, listening to him philosophize about all the things he’d learned backpacking across Europe. He’d even convinced the host to let him smoke his hand-rolled cigarettes indoors, with nothing but his charming smile and a little lingering eye contact. Suffice it to say, you’re looking forward to getting to know him better.

You have no idea how Ivar or Ubbe are going to introduce your role to him. Like, what would they even say? “Yes, this is our roommate, who we take turns fucking, and also she cleans the house, and cooks for us, and maybe if you ask her really nicely she’ll let you play the game too?”

Turns out, they must not have figured out what to say, either. When Hvitserk comes sweeping in with a big rucksack and an even bigger smile, they remind him of your name but that’s about all the introduction you get. His friendly eyes land on you with warm interest, but nothing in that gaze suggests that he’s already been told about the dirty things you all get up to around here. “Y/N, yes, I remember. We were at that party together, right?”

You’re quite surprised that he would remember you. You hadn’t been very talkative. “Yeah, I think so.” Play it cool. Given that you’d seen him coming out of two different bedrooms over the course of that night, adjusting his clothes and each time jumping right back into the party with a fresh drink and a fresh smile, you’d assumed your memory would have been quite overshadowed.

“You play the new FIFA, dude?” Ubbe asks, pulling his brother’s attention away. “We just got it.”

Hvitserk makes a scoffing noise. “I’m undefeated, bro.” He drops the rucksack on the floor in the living room and hops onto the couch.

Your eyes linger on the bag. You’re not even really sure if they had already hammered out the sleeping arrangements, either. The third bedroom is yours, now, but maybe you’ll sleep with one of the boys tonight, and Hvitserk will still take that bed? You should probably go change the sheets on it, just in case.

Ivar follows you. Leaning against the wall beside the doorway, he watches you stripping the linens. Amusement sparkles behind his eyes.

“What,” you ask.

“You like him.”

You bend across the bed, pretending to have trouble with the corner of the bottom sheet just to hide your flustered face. “Not…not more than you.”

You catch Ivar’s proud smirk out of the corner of your eye. “Not more than me. I like that. Good. But,” he pronounces, “you have a crush.”

You roll the stripped sheets into a ball in front of your stomach. “Your brother’s a charmer. Last time he came around, I think everyone had a crush on him.” You flick your eyes casually, innocently, up toward the ceiling. “Maybe I’ll set him up with Sonya while he’s in town.”

Ivar just nods, continuing to gaze intently at you. He nudges his elbow at the sheets. “You’re giving up your bed.”

“Far as I can tell,” you say, hugging the linens in a little tighter, “all the beds in this apartment are kind of mine.”

Ivar leans in, enjoying your sass. “Then I wonder which one you’ll be sleeping in tonight.” Somehow he makes that sound like a threat.

You transform your thrill into a smile and an enigmatic shrug, moving toward the door to get some fresh sheets.

Ivar makes you pause with a hand on your hip. “I want you to be an excellent hostess for Hvitserk,” he instructs. He nods toward the ball of sheets in your arms. “When you’re done with that, why don’t you go out there and get them some drinks, and snacks.” His eyes flit across your face, idly admiring. “Treat him…like he lives here too.” And then he taps your butt to dismiss you.

You’re a bit flushed as you head to the linen closet. That was a signal that Ivar wants you to cut Hvitserk in on the thrall arrangement too, right? Although if so, you wonder why he won’t just come out and say exactly that. Hm. Maybe he wants it to be your choice. Wouldn’t be right for him to just order you to sleep with someone, anyway. This way he’s kind of just giving you the option, isn’t he.

That is, of course, if Hvitserk is even interested. It already feels insane that two gorgeous guys want to sleep with you at the same time. How likely is it that you’d attract a third? Especially someone with the charm and pull that Hvitserk has. You’ve seen it; that boy can, and did, have any girl he wanted. Certainly he’s not desperate for any handouts.

By the time you’ve finished tidying your bedroom, getting it ready for a stranger’s use, and then gone to the kitchen to set some fresh beers and snack selections on a tray, you’ve talked yourself out of doing anything to catch Hvitserk’s attention when you bring it out. Not that you really know anything about seduction, anyway. Couldn’t be a flirt if you tried. Your style is mostly just to pine, and wait, and do as you’re told, isn’t it.

And this is what Ivar told you to do. There is a sort of submissive little thrill in setting that tray down in front of your guest. Showing him a level of service that is unusual, although not entirely out of place. Undercover subbing. “Here,” you say, although you don’t really expect to get the boys’ attention away from the rapidly-shifting images on the screen, “I brought out some things I thought you might like.”

To your surprise, Hvitserk meets your eyes as you look up from the tray. “Thanks, y/n, that’s really sweet of you.”

Have you ever met one of those guys that just, makes really amazing eye contact? Like you almost have to close your eyes and look away, because he’s just so warm, and confident, and seems like truly interested in you as a person, even though he can’t possibly be because he’s just too damned hot it’s like trying to look directly at the sun…yeah. Hvitserk’s one of those. You’re not even sure what kind of silly little response you mumble back to his praise.

“Gooooooooooal!” Ubbe shouts, saving you from the moment. “In your face, dude!”

Oh no. Did you distract Hvitserk too much from the game?

“That’s alright, dude,” Hvitserk replies, pausing to actually wink at you. “You can have one goal before I crush you. I want you to feel like you had a chance.”

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adamruz · 3 years

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Thinking 'Bout You

Summary: a fic inspired by this song. What if Kim moved to San Diego with Roman?

It had been almost half a year since Kim moved to San Diego with Roman. At first she loved the idea because she was in a relationship with a man she loved and was starting over in a new city with no reminders of her ex-fíance. But the relationship lasted only 3 months in the new city after she realized what a jackass Roman was when he drunkenly admitted one night to purposely screwing with her and Adam's relationship because he just wanted to sleep with her.

She missed her friends, her coworkers, patrolling the streets of Chicago, the wind off of the lake, and even though she wouldn't admit it to anyone who'd ask, she missed Adam. The only contact she had with her old life was occasional texts to and from her first partner, Kevin. It took her an entire month to tell Kevin her and Roman broke up because she was afraid to admit she made the wrong decision so soon and that he'd judge her for it.

I messed up. was the text she sent to Kevin.

With Ruz or Roman?

Adam.

Call him.

Kim didn't need Kevin to tell her that. She's thought about calling Adam everyday since the break-up, hell since the first day she arrived in San Diego. But she's the one who ended things, who gave back the ring, all because of her jealous partner who couldn't watch her be happy with someone else. She knew Adam was an amazing guy and some lucky girl was probably already dating him. She had drafted many texts to him, but they never got sent including a happy birthday one, but she just wasn't ready to admit her mistake.

Meanwhile back in Chicago, Intelligence was down a member after Antonio left and everyone knew that spot would've gone to Kim, but she was no longer there. Detective Hailey Upton was brought in and Voight mixed up the partnerships, putting her and Adam together. On the outside, it looked like Adam was holding it together ever since him and Kim broke up and she moved away, but he was falling apart inside. Kevin and Jay tried to get him to join them at Molly's a couple times a week, but Adam always refused. He wasn't in the mood to laugh or have a good time while dealing with a broken heart. Adam had brought up Kim's contact information so many times he lost count, but he could never go through with hitting the call button, not even on his drunkest nights. He was too stubborn and too full of pride to go crawling back to her even though she was still the last thing he thought about at night.

An undercover gig popped up on Voight's radar and he asked the unit for any volunteers. Adam immediately jumped at the opportunity. "I'll go boss." Maybe this would take his mind off Kim, get out of the building where so many of his good and bad memories with her happened. "It's yours Ruzek," Voight said.

Two weeks had passed since Adam went undercover when Jay received a call from his brother at Med. "Jay, Ruzek just stumbled in here with a bullet wound to his left shoulder."

"What's his status, Will?"

"He's ok. Lost a lot of blood, but he's stable. The bullet just missed hitting the bone."

"Ok, we're on our way." Jay rounded up the rest of Intelligence and they all headed to the hospital.

Adam barely remembered what happened, but it was a drug deal gone bad and somehow he had worked up enough energy to walk his way to the hospital. Now, he was lying in an uncomfortable hospital bed, on pain meds, and the only thing he could think about was Kim. What if he had died without her knowing that he was sorry for how things ended and how much he still loved her. He reached for his UC phone and started dialing the 10 digit number he still knew by heart, but then his nurse appeared with some familiar faces.

"Geez Ruzek, did you miss us so much you had to get shot before your assignment ended," Al joked.

"Haha very funny, Al." The team took turns giving Adam a hug and saying how glad they were he was going to be ok.

Dr. Halstead interrupted the reunions, "Adam, you're going to need to stay overnight for a few days, but then you can go home and recover. I recommend 2 weeks off of work and then you can return to desk duty. After that we'll do another check-up and see where you're at." Adam knew it was coming, but he still rolled his eyes.

"Thanks for coming guys, but I think it's best I get some sleep." Kevin handed Adam over his regular cellphone and mouthed "call her" before walking out the door. Kevin hated being the middle man between his two friends, but he just wanted them back together and knew how they each felt about the other.

That night before bed, Kev texted Kim - Adam was shot today on an UC assignment. He lost a lot of blood, but he's gonna be ok.

OMG Kev. How is he doing really?

Just call him Burgess. You know you want to.

Kim couldn't believe it. Adam was shot and she couldn't help but think it was her fault. Maybe if she wouldn't have broken up with him, dated Roman, or moved away, he wouldn't have put himself in this situation. What would she even say if she called him. Sorry didn't feel like enough she thought. She mulled over it for the next 3 days until she decided to just go for it.

It was Adam's first night back home and Kevin and Hailey had come over to help him get situated along with some pizza and beer. Adam's phone buzzed on the table and a familiar, but unexpected name popped up on the screen. Kim. He couldn't believe it. He picked up after only the first ring. "Hey stranger." Crap, Adam thought. He should've let it ring a couple times and not make it seem like he was desperate and longing for her call. And stranger? Really? He thought long and hard about what he wanted to say to Kim when they talked again and that was not it.

"Hi Adam. I know it's been a long time, but I heard you got shot and I just wanted to make sure you were ok."

"I'm doing ok. It hurts, but I'm home now and resting up until I can go back to work. How are you? How's San Diego?" He refused to ask how things were with the piece of shit Roman.

"G..g...good," Kim stumbled as she didn't want to say she ended things with Roman just yet. "Adam, I'm s..," she trailed off as she heard a female laughing in the background. "Oh am I interrupting you on a date?"

"Haha no," Adam chuckled. "That's my new partner, Hailey Upton. She replaced Antonio."

"Adam, you don't have to hide things from me. You can date whoever you want." Kim was trying to keep it together, but she wasn't shocked he had already moved on.

"Kim, I'm serious. She's just my partner. I wouldn't lie to you."

"Uh sorry, I gotta go. Sean just got home and we have dinner plans. I'm glad you're doing ok though. Bye." Kim hoped he hadn't heard her breaking down because tears were streaming down her face before she hung up. Why didn't Kevin tell her Adam had started dating? That would've been helpful information.

Why didn't you tell me he was dating? Kim texted Kev.

He's not Burgess. She really is just his partner. If you want the truth, he's still hung up on you.

Shit. Not only did she mess things up with their engagement and when she moved away and cut off all contact with him, but now again. Tonight of all nights, after he had just been shot a few days ago. How would he ever forgive her.

The two week recovery period for Adam had passed and he was so eager to get back to work, even if it was just desk duty at first. He needed something to keep him busy and his mind off of Kim and that awkward last conversation over the phone. To Adam's surprise, the day absolutely flew by and he was exhausted. Who knew you could get so tired just answering phones and doing computer work all day, but he had to get back in the swing of things.

"Ruz, you coming to Molly's tonight?"

"Yeah Kev, I'll meet you there!"

Adam packed up his stuff and headed down the steps and out into the parking lot. He noticed a shadow hovering over by his driver's side door. It was dark and he couldn't make out who it was at first. Was it someone coming to finish the job from his UC gig? As he got closer, he recognized that smile and the long brown hair.

"Hey Adam."

"What are you doing here? Where's Roman?"

"We broke up, almost 2 months ago."

Adam bit his tongue to prevent the biggest smile he wanted to appear on his face. "Oh, but you said just two weeks ago..."

"I know, I lied because I thought you were dating someone and I couldn't bear the thought of you being with someone else and didn't want you to think I was alone."

"I haven't even thought of dating someone since that day in the locker room. But Kim, you broke things off. You're the one who moved on first."

"It was a mistake," she muttered as she moved closer to him. "It was all Roman. The push test, everything. He just wanted to be with me. I should've talked to you, my fíance, instead of talking to him. I'm sorry." Kim's eyes quickly filled with water.

Adam was so full of rage at Roman and what he did to screw up the best relationship he ever had, but he could tell Kim was hurting and he didn't want to lash out at her. "Come here," he pleaded as he wrapped her up in a hug. All he wanted to do was feel her lips on his, but it wasn't the right time for that. The smell of her shampoo would have to be enough for now.

"I don't know if you're up for it, but would you want to go to Molly's tonight and catch up with everyone?"

"I'd love that actually," Kim said as she backed away from his grace with a slight grin on her face.

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magnumdays · 3 years

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Magnum PI 3.08 - Someone to Watch Over Me

Why am I such a sap and the end scene basically had me tearing up?

(Also why is the last scene now- some an hour later - the only thing I remember of the whole episode? Selective amnesia anyone?)

Anyhow, let’s take a breath and try to bring some thoughts back...

We start off with our somewhat clingy “Higgy and Ethan acting like they’re in high school” scene... then progressing into being college students leaving a party to go hook up...

Which I mean...alright, at least we got interrupted with a phone call (also someone i having way too much fun with everyone personalizing their ring tones!)

Honestly, I kind of like Ethan at this moment.

(When he’s leaving to go take care of a patient, like a good doctor, leaving Higgy all frustrated and ready to play poker and take everyone’s money!)

Then we get one of my favorite moments:

Higgy just casually walking into Magnum’s bedroom and poking him, trying to wake him, and then pouring some water on him to get the job done. I can’t imagine how much fun that was to film (well for Perdie at least).

Anyhow, let’s run down the ep.

Case of the week is finding Ethan’s dying patient before he...well... dies.

Magnum/ Higgy are annoyed with each other because she’s trying to help with his sleeping problems and he is upset she talked to Ethan about him. I kind of see both points of view but I fully agree with Magnum on the whole “What’s between us stays between us, cone of silence”. Which Higgy realizes is right too at the end and that gives us that fab #soft ending!

Then there is also the side plot with the recruit and the painter girl from last season coming back and maybe being Rick’s love interest (which was on my season 3 wish list!! Yay! Well Rick having a GF/ some more female characters)

It felt like there was just kind of a lot of things, or so it seemed to me, which meant I only focused on what I felt was most important. Which is Higgy and Magnum, Higgy and Ethan and kinda a bit on the case.

The case for me was the weakest we’ve had for a few episodes. There was nothing wrong with it really. Some twists and turns, yadayada, feel good moment, take responsibility, at least you have each other... I liked it BUT wasn’t it a little hard to connect with?

I wish they’d have shown us an actual picture of the person we were looking for at the start (rather than just his lung scans...). Given us a second where Ethan met him even? Or the two brothers taking care of on another in some way? It was like it took too long for me to actually care even though I felt pretty awful for the little kid getting shot, he didn’t feel connected to the adult dying missing character. Does that make sense?

Some of my favorite moments through out this was...

Higgy coming back to the poker table and everyone being just a little confused and then smug about it (presumably until she starts taking their money).

Magnum being sulky about being dragged along to help Ethan (well for a minute).

TC being honorable and all about the right thing through out the ep.

Higgy trying to explain why Magnum is wrong to be upset about her talking to Ethan about him...

(I really liked this, because she’s all “YOU CAN’T BE MAD I CARE ABOUT YOU!” and I think she does have a point, even if you know it’s not really right -or in Ethan’s case, professional- of a thing to do, it is coming from a good place. She cares about Magnum. He isn’t doing anything about his sleeplessness and so she talks to the person she’s getting closer to who is also a doctor... I can see why to Higgy that makes sense.)

Continuation of this is the Abby-thing!

OMG, I love the Abby conversation.

I love every single thing about it.

Juliet: Um, what did Abby know about me?

Magnum: Huhm?

Juliet: Well, you seem to have this issue with Ethan and I discussing you, but you and Abby were pretty serious there for a minute. And since it's absolutely normal to discuss your partner with your...partner. Surely I must have come up in conversation?

Magnum: No. Not at all.

Juliet: *surprised Pikachu face*

(Okay, I tried to get a good screenshot of just how upset this makes her but I couldn’t. But I think she was actually genuinely surprised and hurt he hadn’t talked about her to Abby!)

Also is it weird I have a dream that I’ll one day find someone to stand next to and just have us look half as good as these two mange all the time?

Moving on...

So yeah, we get a bit too much surgery/ hospital stuff there for my taste. I don’t know what was going on, like where they trying to show off Ethan’s doctor skills? Make us worried about the outcome? But honestly I’m not watching Grey’s Anatomy, I’m watching Magnum PI!

IDK, I for one would maybe have liked the guy to have died and the brother to have gone off the deep end and for the dad to have been a bit less remorseful and really have gone off the island and into hiding! Like an actual Not So Good ending for once? Perhaps the dad comes back to say goodbye before doing the right thing and going prison but his son is dead?

Because sure, I love me my happy ending and I’m glad that’s what we get most of the time but come on folks, once in a while you gotta throw some else in there. IDK, this was nice too, but maybe one out of 20 cases ONE should be a total fail?

This was a nice moment through.

The most important question I have after this episode is however...

Is Rick not the bartender at La Marianna?

Like I thought that was kind of what he did. Owner and bartender. Apparently not? (I mean I don’t really care if it means we’re getting Susie as a regular character, like come on, how can we have only 2 recurring female characters and 6 male ones?)

Also, not really a question but... can two people just be any more adorable together?

Just look at that; two (NS)SM having a beer and being soft together... does life get any better than that really?

#magnum PI #Magnum PI review #Magnum PI 3.08 #Miggy #thomas Magnum #Juliet Higgins #magnum pi season 3 #Someone to Watch Over Me

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minimitchell · 3 years

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callumhighwayweek day 3 - “You just left!” (ao3 link)

October in Walford is this weird mixture of the last remnants of summer flooding the days with sun and warmth, and autumn plunging the neighborhood in greys and dark clouds. It’s this strange combination that means you never know if how you dress in the morning will still be appropriate in the evening.

Today, the sun bathed the day in golden hues, warming the streets and sending everyone out into the parks and beer gardens one last time. Even now, with the sun long gone and most shops closed for the night, it’s not exactly cold, only a slight chill hanging in the air.

Callum is on his way home from work, having left his office half an hour ago when he realized there was no way he was gonna get all that paperwork done today. He loves being a social worker, he really does, but he could really do without all the bureaucracy.

He’s contemplating whether he can justify getting some chips for dinner tonight when he passes right by the Prince Albert. There’s music blasting inside the bar and spilling out onto the street; the sound of laughter and chatter from the people milling around outside filling in the air.

Callum has gone there a few times himself, mostly because it’s close to home and not as tacky as a lot of other gay bars in London. He can’t help but feel a bit envious of all the punters and party-goers there today; they’re definitely having a much better day than he is.

His gaze travels over the people standing around the metal tables outside the Albert; over the people smoking, talking and flirting with one another. He watches them until he reaches a couple off to the side a bit, huddled in the corner between the bar itself and the building next to it.

The way to his apartment leads him directly past the two men and he gets a closer look on them when he draws nearer. The guy pressed in the corner is more than a head shorter, oversized denim jacket hanging over a tight, burgundy shirt. Callum can’t see his face from his current angle, his view shrouded by the taller man standing in front of the guy. One of his arms is outstretched against the wall next to the shorter guy’s head and he’s not only taller but also wider, muscles bulging under his ridiculously tight shirt.

They make an odd couple but who is Callum to judge anyone. Just because he doesn’t have a relationship at the moment, hasn’t had one for quite a while to be honest, doesn’t mean he gets to pass judgement on others.

Upon stepping closer and closer to the pair though, Callum realizes the situation isn’t at all what he had previously thought. Because from where he’s coming to a stop now, only a few meters away from the two men, it doesn’t look like they’re a couple at all - quite the opposite in fact.

He can now see the face of the man being pushed in the corner and he definitely doesn’t look very interested in the other guy. He keeps leaning away from the man and rolling his eyes, looking down into his pint glass or looking over the other guy’s arm for something. What, Callum isn’t really sure of. But it’s clear the taller guy is blocking him from leaving the situation.

It only takes a second for his brain to decide he needs to step in. He needs to intervene.

There’s no way he could ever square up to this guy and his bulging muscles though so he does the next best thing he can come up with in that brief moment it takes him to cross the street to get to the two men - he creates a lie.

“Kevin? How dare you, we were supposed to be getting married today. I stood there at the altar and you- you just left! And now you’re here frolicking?”

The guy in the corner looks torn between laughing in his face at the ridiculous line he came up with on the spot and being grateful Callum’s giving him an out. Callum knows his acting is completely over the top, pearl-clutching and dramatic breathing bad, but it seems to do the trick. When he looks over at Muscles the man looks exasperated and he’s finally retracting his arm from the wall between Callum and the other bloke.

“Are you the reason he left me? Because he will do it again, you know.”

The man mouths an irritated ‘what the fuck’ before he shakes his head and heads away from them, disappearing around the corner with not even a glance black at them. Callum watches him leave, making sure that he’s really gone and not just lingering somewhere until Callum is gone again, before he turns back around to face the other man.

He’s leaning back against the brick of the building now, looking up at Callum in amusement. Up close, Callum finally has time to take in his face, noting how his pretty, blue eyes are sparkling with mirth and how his nice, pink lips are twisted into a smirk.

“I don’t know whether to thank you or be offended.”

“Sorry?”

Callum doesn’t remember saying anything that could’ve offended the other man but now that he’s said it, his brain starts going a mile a minute, recounting every word. Maybe it was stupid for him to assume that he needed to be saved by Callum and couldn’t defuse the situation on his own.

Thankfully, the bloke takes pity on him before he can overthink this even further.

“Do I honestly look like a Kevin to you? I feel like that’s an insult. And I don’t know how I feel about apparently leaving you at the altar. Seems pretty stupid.”

Callum huffs out a laugh, tilting his head to the ground to mask the smile breaking out on his own face now. He isn’t sure whether he should take the guy’s flirting seriously or not, but he can feel his cheeks heat up anyway.

“It was the first thing that came to my head, okay. Don’t take the mick now.”

He isn’t sure where all this confidence is coming from right now. It’s not that he’s shy or anything, but he usually isn’t the best at flirting with guys he doesn’t know. But this guy in front of him just has an aura about him that calms him and gives him that tiny boost to flirt back.

“Well, I’ll be forever grateful, strapping young stranger.”

Callum is just about to reach out his hand and introduce himself - he doesn’t exactly know why, he just knows this guy is drawing him in an almost miraculous way - when the guy gives him a wink and walks back towards the entrance of the bar.

The guy only turns around again when he’s already pulling the door open, hand wrapped around the metal handle, giving Callum another small smirk and a very obvious onceover.

“See you around, hero.”

Callum watches him disappear back into the bar, leaving nothing but a growing curiosity behind.

It takes him embarrassingly long to continue his way back home.

Callum can’t help but let his thoughts drift back to the stranger again and again over the next few weeks. He lies awake at night and thinks about his pretty blue eyes and his devilish smirk. He zones out while he’s doing paperwork at the office and imagines all the ridiculous ways they could meet again - at the café, while grocery shopping, while he’s out on a run. All the romcom clichés possible.

He thinks about going back to the Albert and looking for the guy multiple times a week but he doesn’t want to come off as desperate. He has an unsubstantiated crush on a stranger, he doesn’t want to add the term stalker to the mix of things already swirling around in his head. Who even gets lovestruck like that anymore?

Callum’s not a teenager; he’s had relationships. So he doesn’t understand what it is about this one guy that drives him crazy likes this. It’s like he subconsciously knows there’s a reason they met; a reason why he’s so drawn to him. There’s something special there.

It simultaneously intrigues and scares him.

It’s also, just maybe, the reason he suggested going to the Albert when Frankie brought up the idea of a family night out. They’re not biologically family, all of them, but he’s grown up with the Carters and he’s been around them more than his own family. So he’s like an honorary Carter. To him, they are as much his siblings like his biological brother is.

Tonight, it’s him, Nancy and Frankie all settled around a table away from the dancefloor with a good view of the whole club. Callum is sitting with his back to the bar, knocking back one of the many shots Frankie made them buy, scrunching up his face in disgust. He’s not a hard liquor guy; it goes to his head way too quickly and the result is almost always him embarrassing himself in some way.

Your turn.

Frankie points at the cocktail glasses on the table after she signs the words, bright smile on her face. Callum loves his sisters, he does, but they do take advantage of him being nice way too much. He grumbles but he still gets up and makes his way to the bar regardless.

It’s only when he squeezes past the people blocking his way and his view of the bar is clear, does he see a face he didn’t think he’d see again behind it. A face he desperately wanted to see again. It’s the guy from the other week, only this time he’s only wearing a black dress shirt, the sleeves rolled up to expose his forearms.

Yeah, Callum’s definitely interested in him.

He slides up to an empty space at the bar, waiting for the man to finish up with his current customer and take his order. Recognition washes over the guy’s face when he turns and faces Callum, the same smile from before tugging at his lips.

“Hero! What a nice surprise.”

His voice is even smoother than it was in Callum’s memory and he does seem pleasantly surprised to see Callum in front of him right now. It calms the erratic beat of his heart a little, because it’s better than disinterest or the guy not even remembering him at all.

“I didn’t know you worked here.”

It’s a ridiculous thing to say because he doesn’t know the guy at all; doesn’t know the first thing about him really.

“I don’t. Just helping out my mum for the night - she owns this place.”

“Oh, that’s nice.”

The guy keeps looking at him and Callum is almost embarrassed to admit that he gets a little lost in his eyes, drowning in a sea of blue and grey. The moment stretches, their gazes locked on another for what feels like an endless time, but is probably only a few seconds. The guy seems to shake himself out of it after a moment, closing his eyes and seemingly shifting back into business mode.

“What can I get ya?”

“Uh, two Strawberry Daiquiri and a pint, please.”

His order is met with a nod and a sly smile and the guy gets to work straight away. Callum follows the movement of his hands with his eyes, watching as he grabs the bottles of alcohol and starts mixing the drinks.

“You here with some friends?”

It takes a second for Callum to register that the guy is still talking to him, trying to keep their conversation going while he’s making Callum’s order. It makes heat travel to his cheeks, because surely this means there’s at least some interest there from the guy as well.

Or maybe he’s just looking to make a good tip.

“Family actually. Well, kinda.”

The drinks soon appear in front of him and Callum scrambles to pull his card out of his wallet, when the guy behind the bar darts a hand out to stop him. In doing so, he touches the back of Callum’s hand with his fingers, making goosebumps break out over his arm at the touch. It’s like a current is running from his fingers right to his heart.

“It’s on me. Little thank you for the other night.”

He gives Callum a wink, smile still firmly in place. Callum can’t put it any other way, he’s completely bewitched by him.

“Well, thank you. Kevin.”

“Pleasure’s all mine.”

Callum gives the guy one last, flirty smile before he gathers his drinks and focuses on getting back to the table in one piece. The last thing he wants is to embarrass himself in front of the man right now. He does however hear the faint question from the other bartender about why he called the guy Kevin.

There’s adrenaline flowing through his veins though and he can barely conceal the stupid glee on his face when he joins the girls back at the table, sliding their drinks over to them. He almost feels like a little schoolboy again, getting the guy he has a crush on to notice him and flirt back and feel fucking good about it.

They fall back into easy chatter, talking about their work and what’s happening in their lives. Callum conveniently leaves out any details about the guy he’s infatuated with, only telling them about their first meeting in vague details. They think he should go for it, find the guy and ask him out. If only they knew the guy is closer than they think.

Nancy seems more and more distracted throughout the evening though, looking behind Callum again and again until finally, she slaps his arm and leans forward to him.

“Okay, don’t turn around now but the fit bartender keeps looking over at you.”

Frankie runs her hand through her hair to mask her looking over to the bar but when she looks back at him her eyes are as wide as the smile on her face and she pats his forearm excitedly a couple of times.

“Oh my god, he is. Cal, go get his number.”

“What? No, I can’t just do that.”

They don’t agree with that sentiment.

Over the next hour they keep pestering him about going back to the bar and getting the guy’s number. It’s futile to argue with them, he knows that from many, many experiences growing up, but he’s adamant that he’ll just make a fool out of himself and that they must be mistaken about his apparent interest in Callum.

In the end, he comes back from the loo to an empty table and a text from Nancy saying ‘go get him. we’re rooting for you xx’. Callum sighs and falls back into his chair, tipping the last of his pint into his mouth. He should’ve seen it coming; they were way too giddy about him going to the bathroom.

So much for a family night out.

He’s about to pocket his phone to call it a night when a bottle of beer appears on the table in front of him. When he follows the arm attached to it, he finds the guy, Kevin, on the other end, a beer in his own hand as he sinks into the seat opposite of Callum.

“Ben.”

It’s all he says and the confusion must show on Callum’s face because he huffs out a laugh and continues.

“My name is Ben.”

He tips his beer bottle towards Callum, waiting until he grabs his own and clinks them together in a silent toast, bringing them both to their lips in perfect sync.

“So not even close to Kevin.”

“Not even close.”

They share another smile with each other and it might be the alcohol flowing through his veins but from where Callum’s sitting Ben looks more than interested in him. More so, he looks almost hungry, full off barely restrained want now.

Maybe he’s also dying to get to know him; inspired to turn their chance meeting into something more.

“Hm. I’m Callum.”

“Nice to meet you, Callum.”

Ben buys them another drink once they’re finished and Callum doesn’t even notice the hours ticking by, too enthralled in getting to know Ben. They stay until the other bartender yells at Ben that she wants to close up and when they leave the bar with loud laughter spilling onto the street outside, Callum doesn’t feel an ounce of hesitancy when he accepts Ben’s invitation to continue the evening at his flat.

He feels good about this one. Really good.

He thanks his lucky stars for chance meetings.

#chweek2021 #callumhighwayweek2021 #ballum fic #my writing #this kinda got away from me #my attempt at humor i guess

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kayleigh-hilton · 3 years

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Able

Hellooooo! This is a story that follows Able's life as he's now grown up a bit and is beginning to follow in his fathers footsteps. I have looked for fanfics like this one but can't seem to find any, so i'm making it myself for hopefully more people to enjoy. Please keep in mind this is my first time trying something like this!! <3

Summery: Y/n is a young adult who somehow managed to grow up immersed in the sam crow lifestyle. With a father who owns a garage and has a patch - she lives at his side yet still has to navigate her own way through this strange life half in and half out of the club.

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Chapter 1:

You brought the shot of clear liquid up to your lips, took a breath in and tilted your head all the way back and let the vodka pour down your throat. You lent back into the bar as you felt the burn flow down into your stomach. You kept your head tilted up to the ceiling with your eyes staying closed as you tried to process the day you had just had. Working in the garage your dad owns normally runs smoothly considering you left collage with a business degree and are very good at the job you do. Today however was the most stressful day in a long time, the garage is running into some money troubles these past few months. You have been able to come up with solutions until now. Standing in the bar you wait patiently for your father, so you can offload onto him and hope he has some wise advice, like he always does.

The door makes a loud noise against the wall as it swings open, this signals the club are out of their meeting. The men don't seem to be making much noise showing that nothing too eventful is happening for the MC right now. Secretly this made you relieved, you worried about your dad and the clubs extra curricular activities when things got intense. The worry never went away no matter how many years passed. Your father had been a part of the club for eleven years now, joining three years after you had both moved to charming. He was a mechanic and a motorbike lover - just perfect. You were fourteen when he patched in and even then you knew that it could be dangerous at times. He had bought an old plot of land full of old ruble that he later found out had belonged to the club in the past. It had been a garage and bar when they owned it and he had done the exact same thing with the plot, it was the perfect place for a car garage. Once he had been in the club for a good few years that's when he added a bar to the lot and the rest is history. This lot has been the official club home again.

You realise someone crash down onto the stool next to you. As you turn to see the person your eyes stop on his ring clad fingers, the two enormous square rings - one with an S and an O the other with the N and last S, this confirming to you it was Able. The prospect who is behind the bar now getting to work on getting multiple beer bottles out of the fridges as fast as he can for the men gathering around. "hey darlin'" Able says deeply as he nudges your shoulder. You thought he was gorgeous but you would never go there. Next your eyes stop on his icy blue eyes, the complete opposite of his mothers but supposedly exactly the same as his fathers. Before staring to long you muster up a "hey baby" in a slow and bored tone. He lets out a breath through his nose "you want me to get your dad for you? you sound like you need him” Able could read you like a book, always knew when you were looking for your dad. You and him had a great relationship, you were playful with each other and had a lot of conversations filled with flirty banter, but you still could be serious with one another when it mattered. “Y/L/N” Able shouts out softly as he gets off his chair to leave, “someone over here waiting for you man”. He was always so sweet to you. You spot your dad weaving his way through a small crowd of bikers, smile on his face as he sees you. He looks exactly like a typical biker when he has his cutte on, probably scary to some if he wasn’t smiling, but he was a big softy when it came to you, his only daughter. Towering over you he leans down to give you a small kiss on the forehead. He tries to be involved in your side of the business as much as he can so he already knows what you are worried about. “baby, I know what you are gonna say to me. I was hoping I’d have a solution by now but not yet” he says to me in a hushed tone. “I’ve told Ellie to come down to the bar tonight, let her help you take some steam off, okay?” Ellie Winston, your best friend. THE best friend you’ve ever had. You lean into your father to hug him. “you are the coolest dad on the planet” even though his business could go under and a lot of the responsibility to fix it lays on you he still lets you live the kind of life a young person should.

As it’s a Saturday night, more and more people seem to be pouring into the bar as time is passing looking for a good time. Lots of the woman wearing revealing clothing trying to grab the attentions of the club members. You on the other hand didn’t bother going home to change, seen as it was only the clubhouse you deemed your outfit good enough. A pair of black skinny jeans hugging your legs, with a couple rips at the knees showing your pale skin and a couple random bruises. A dark tank top with your signature extremely over sized flannel draped over the top, one shoulder exposed. You liked to show off some of your tattoo, you knew lots of guys liked it too. You knew you were an attractive girl and you did get plenty of attention from guys but once they found out how deeply you could be connected to the club they back off or oppositely they try and act big around the guys and they get annihilated and you just cringe and never talk to them again. Ellie snaps you out of your daydream when she slaps a hand onto your upper back and shows you two glasses in her other hand. She is also sporting her signature look, her long mousy blonde hair down past her ribs, leather jacket over her shoulders as always. She smiles and takes a sip out of her glass. You widen your eyes at her and copy her taking a sip. “girl I am glad to see you, thank you” you say raising the glass a bit. “lets forget the day you have had and get some drinks down us tonight” you giggle a little and agree with her. She recently got married to someone who has no affiliation to club life at all so you see her a less now. You are happy for her, you know she has conflicted feelings towards the club. She blames them for her mothers death - as she should. She also has respect for the club as she knows her father died for them and her brother Kenny is now patched in. The club have been good to her, helping her step mother Lyla to give her and her siblings a good life as they grew up but she doesn’t want to keep strong connections with them anymore.

As the party carried on getting later on into the night you found yourself catching up with Wendy as Ellie played pool with her younger brother, having a well deserved catch up. She was Able’s mother, and since Jax passed she has been the best mother she could possibly be, she doesn’t work for or with the club so she has never gone back to drugs and has held down her other job. You loved Wendy and she loved you. You admired her and wanted to be as strong as her. You were doing a pretty good job at that too. Talking to her about her fiance Stella made you so happy for her, you could tell she was so filled with joy. You both lean back in laughter and that’s when you spot Able over at the pool table with one of Nero’s newer Diosa Norte girls underneath Able as she pretends she can’t play pool. Who cant figure out pool you think to yourself. Wendy notices you looking and pats you on the knee as she pushes herself up and gives you a wink. “Oh as if” you retort back to her. Maybe she wasn’t wrong though, that was a newer feeling and you weren’t sure if you liked it. Yes you flirt back and forth with Able but your relationship has never been more that friends. It couldn’t be, he doesn’t like you like that and it would be confusing for the club, your job and most importantly your dad. You get up to find your dad and say goodbye to some of the guys, attempting to push strange thoughts of Able to the back of your head.

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(A/N) This chapter was really uneventful but I promise there’s drama to come! Also all of the characters who weren’t dead in the last episode should be making appearances soon (the only reason they are tagged is because they will appear). Feel free to leave me feedback :)

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perfidy;tom holland|11

chapter 11: the sidekicks

enemies to lovers au/enemies with benefits

chapter summary: brothers know best

pairing: tom holland x y/n

warnings: swearing, angst, didn’t proof read, dirty dancing

word count: 8k

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Hey guys sorry for not posting! But to make it up! Here’s an extra long chapter! Thanks for your messages, I’m feeling better now:) And I hope you enjoy this one since I loveeee Dirty Dancing

We all believe in lies when we’re in love, even if we know it’s not true. We all want to trust people when we are in love. Tom still believed in y/n.

“I hate her,” Tom had stated as soon as he had walked into his place. He stormed into the kitchen as he saw Harrison.

“And we’re back to that, hi, thanks for the horn last night,” Harrison rolled his eyes.

“I hate her,” Tom yelled.

“You said that already,” Haz pointed out before walking away.

Tom followed after. “Well… you know what she did before calling me?”

“I do not, Tom,” Haz sighed.

“She kissed Timothee,” Tom snapped.

Haz paused and looked at him. “Tom.”

“Fuck her honestly,” Tom yelled again. “And then she just calls me up and then we—we—“

“You had car sex,” Harrison stated. “Which by the way, seriously be careful with the horn—“

“And then we went out for breakfast and—“Tom complained. “We had a moment, I took her to the tree house, we cuddled—See? That’s romantic, I’m doing hat? Then they almost caught us—Because we left her fucking car there, I held her hand the whole breakfast and then she dropped the bomb. She’d kissed Timothée.”

“She told you?” Haz questioned.

“No, but Timmy called her and he texted her—And I read it.”

Harrison watched him. “Tom, are you listening to yourself?”

“And it doesn’t end there, Harrison—She said that we are not exclusive, and then—“

“Tom! Tom! You put yourself into this, I don’t know what the hell you guys have been through, but you accepted that but—but, Tom before you continue this—I think Sam knows.”

“Sam?” Tom freaked out.

“Yes, Sam, he texted me he saw you both sneak out of the treehouse, he’s on his way over so you better start coming up with an alibi,” Haz suggested.

Tom was screwed. He needed time to think, and a shower would help him with thinking. What pathetic excuse could he give out to his brother? Did he really need to give him an explanation? Maybe he could say it was a weird place where he could focus and then y/n had read some lines with him.

But maybe he’d seen them hold hands,had he seen how Tom was holding her hand under the table?

There was no way he could’ve seen it. But maybe he’d noticed their behaviour. Tom wasn’t subtle when he looked at y/n. Not now, anyway.

But now Tom couldn’t focus, he had to think about y/n and what he was going to o with that, how to make y/n trust him. He couldn’t, he knew he had been an asshole, he’d made mistakes, some bad, some worse. And that had led him here.

Maybe he did know why y/n didn’t trust him. Stupid decisions.

He really didn’t want to deal with Sam now.

Tom had opened a beer as he was on his couch, staring at the lovely day outside as Sam had settled in. Haz was across with another beer, watching them.

“Okay so, care to explain, Tom, may I know why I saw you both sneak out of the treehouse?” Sam asked for the third time. Tom hadn’t answered.

“What’s going on?” Sam pushed.

“We—had a picnic there,” Tom admitted.

“Are you dating? Like last time?” Sam questioned.

Tom frowned as he turned to his brother. “Last time?”

“Harry’s not here, Tom, you can be honest about it, we all knew it,” Sam rolled his eyes. “Three years ago.”

“We—no, we are not dating,” Tom sighed.

Haz scoffed as he took a sip of his beer. “Were you 3 years ago?”

“Kind of,” Tom admitted. “Not really.

“Fuck, what?” Harrison scoffed.

Sam chuckled. “I knew I was right.”

“Three years ago was a very different situation, and I really don’t want to talk about it, okay?” Tom excused himself. “

“I just need to know Tom, what exactly are you doing? Harry was madly in love-”

“I know I know, Harry. Harry. Harry. I am very aware? I know Harry was in love with her. I’ve lived all my life knowing,” Tom snapped. “Harry loves her. No news. Loves? Loved? I don’t know. I know that.”

Sam frowned.

“But what none of you fucking knew,” Tom sighed as he stood up, pacing around the living room. “Is that I’ve also been in love with her since forever,” Tom explained. “I can’t hide it anymore and now that Harry is fucking getting married to someone else I might as well finally give it a shot.”

Sam was the one to sit down now as he watched his elder brother. “What?”

“I am in love with y/n,” Tom stated.

“You’ve been awful at showing that,” Sam pointed out

Harrison chuckled. “That’s what I initially thought, Sam but then everything makes sense.”

“Does it?” Sam frowned. “Because as long as I remember, you broke her heart in the blink of an eye three years ago when you were supposedly dating her.”

Tom coughed. “I know.”

“Right,” Harrison nodded. “You’d been hanging out for a while, I knew that, but then when we saw you, you left her all alone and ended up hooking up with--”

“Yes I know,” Tom barked. “I know, I fucking suck. I know, but I did this… Oh my god, everything I’ve done…”

“Y/N has always had a soft side for you, even after everything,” Sam frowned. “I don’t know how the fuck she still had a crush on you after she’s literally seen your worst side. I never told anybody this but that time three years ago, I was the one to drive her home, and I’d never seen her cry before, not that way.”

“Look,” Tom plopped back on the couch. “I know, I’ve been awful to her, but everything has a reason alright?” Tom sighed. “I’ve always… I knew she had feelings for me, alright? Especially… three years ago, and I thought, that time I could… I could finally tell everybody but then I saw Harry’s face and he was so heartbroken, he was so… So heartbroken.”

Sam watched him. Harrison waited.

“So I thought, hey, I can’t do that to my brother, I can’t let him be sad, because he loves her, okay? And… All my life, he was the one who was nice to her, he was the one whom she should like and she liked me? How the bloody hell did she like me? I did everything I could to make her hate me but we always ended up…” Tom rolled his eyes. “I don’t know, if she loved Harry things would’ve been easier but she’s broken my brother’s heart too many times, all by herself, and three years ago, that was on me. I was the one to blame on my brother’s broken heart.”

Sam watched him. “Why didn’t you say anything?”

“About what?”

“If Harry had known,” Sam explained. “He would understand, for fuck’s sake Tom, all Harry ever wanted was for y/n to be happy.”

Tom sighed. “It was easier hiding it, alright? I don’t know,” Tom snapped.

“Do you really love her?”

“Yes, fuck I love her, but now… Everything has gone to shit, okay?”

“And what is going on now?” Sam questioned.

Harrison rubbed his face.

“She doesn’t trust me anymore,” Tom sighed.

“Do you expect her to, Tom? Honestly? You’ve treated her like actual shit for a while and you expect her to be happy?” Sam frowned. “Really Tom, you’re the one who sent her to therapy.”

“What?”

“Three years ago, she didn’t tell anybody but me, just after you broke her heart she had to go to therapy, and do you really expect her to trust you again?” Sam frowned. “You really don’t know her, not like Harry or I do. And not even Harry because oh well, has she felt guilty when it comes to Harry.”

Tom frowned. “What?”

Sam sighed. “Didn’t you guys see it?” Sam looked at Haz and Tom. “She knows about Harry’s feelings. She tried to make his feelings go away.”

“This makes it even worse,” Tom snapped. “She is no better than me.”

“The difference is Tom, she never broke his heart, not on purpose, and the way to get rid off his feelings was by introducing him to other people, not by making out with some random person at a club when she was on a date with him.”

Tom stayed quiet.

“What’s going on right now?”

Tom sighed. “We slept together,” he admitted.

Sam took a deep breath. “I knew it.”

“What?” Tom frowned.

“Ah, come on you guys were not subtle at all, please,” Sam rolled his eyes. “Wait-” He closed his eyes. “Please tell me you didn’t fuck in the treehouse or else I won’t be able to walk in there again.”

“No.”

Sam sighed with relief. “I hate you.”

Tom stayed quiet. This hadn’t been the reaction he expected. He had obviously expected a warmer ‘oh my god, I didn’t know, you should go after her, big brother’ instead Sam was trying to get Tom not to date y/n, and not for the reason he had expected him to stop from. Sam was defending y/n?

“So, what’s-- what happening?” Sam asked, not sure if he wanted to know the answer.

Tom didn’t give him one.

“They’re enemies with benefits,” Harrison was the one to answer.

“What the fuck is that?” Sam watched him.

“I dunno, she came up with it.”

“Tom, if…No, why are you doing this? That’s literally the worst thing you could do,”Sam said. “Now that, if Harry found out.”

“I know,” Tom rolled his eyes. “I want a relationship,” Tom explained.

“But she doens’t want one,” Sam finished. “Right.”

Tom clenched his jaw. “Yes.”

“Did you expect her to, after everything?” Sam questioned.

“ I don’t know what to do anymore,” Tom started. “I’m angry at myself but I don’t know what to do I don’t even think she was that angry at me alright?” Tom explained, Harrison and Sam glared at him. “I… I really, deep inside. I don’t think she’s ever truly felt anything for me,” Tom said. “She’s always been confused, y/n has always been quiet about it, did she like me when I took her to prom? I don’t know! When we kissed? I don’t know! And now, even when… All of this is going on, I have never seen her look at me and feel like I’m the only man in the world, alright?” Tom frowned. “Yes, she’s said it, she probably told you about it, but with me, she’s never shown me she likes me, except… Except three years ago, And I fucked it up with her, and now…” Tom ran a hand through his hair. “I don’t trust her either, because yes, I’ve been bad to her, but she’s also been… She’s also broken my heart, I don’t know, three years ago, I.. I don’t know, maybe I had expected her to tell everyone because when… We had kissed okay? And she hadn’t really… It felt like a numb kiss.”

They didn’t say anything.

“And I don’t trust her, because she’s also… Remember about 4 years ago, she’s also broken my heart, when she said she didn’t care about any of my movies? Or when she stood me up for the premier? Or when she read out a poem on how dumb I was?” Tom pointed out. “I can’t trust her, because I know she’ll also break my heart, and I know, I know, I know…. I’ve been far worse to her but you guys, look….” He left the room and headed towards his room, searching in one of his drawers. He took out a small bag and then came back to them.

“What is that?”

“This is my own reminder that she also pushes away everything I give her, yes the context for this… Is my fault.”

“Dust?” Sam frowned as he stared at the plastic bag full of dust.

“These are the ashes from the last flowers I gave her I know I fucking broke her heart I am very aware,” Tom said.

“Why do you have that?” Harrison frowned.

“I don’t know why the fuck I kept it, I guess to remind myself that she would never… like me back because I had finally done it. I thought, hey she’ll like Harry back, but what did she do? She dated Timothée, even when Harry was going to be there for her,” Tom sighed. “I don’t know, I don’t know where I’m going with this, I have a lot of things like this, okay? Even if it’s fucking mental.”

Sam and Harrison watched him.

“But I don’t know what the hell I am supposed to do, I held her hand for—I don’t know I don’t know if she was sad if she was angry, because she didn’t care. I never know what’s up with her, she tells no one. And—after I did this I reached out for her, alright?” He held up the flowers. “Day and night and I regret it okay? Everything I’ve done because how the fuck have I allowed myself to hurt the person I’ve loved the most?”

Sam watched him. “Exacly, how do you expect her to fall in love with you?”

“I don’t, not… Not right now but I am so stressed right now, I want to show her that this time I won’t break her heart, that this time I am going for real, and that I want her to fall in love with me and as stupid as it may sound, I dunno hae a relationship, a normal one, I don’t.. I don’t want whatever we have right now.”

“Well, prove it to her, ask her out,” Sam said.

“It’s not that simple,” Tom said. “I don’t know what to do, because I just want to dive in but I’m also afraid of her, I’m afraid that she’ll take her revenge.”

Harrison shook his head. “That’s not like y/n.”

“Her revenge was probably dating Timothée,” Sam explained. “But y/n won’t hurt you, not like that anyway.”

“Well, how do I make her fall in love with me, then?” Tom asked.

We all believe in lies when we’re in love. But y/n didn’t trust Tom.

Y/N had been distracted. Maybe she didn’t love him anymore. He was only a distraction, but such a good distraction. The thing was, she didn’t know this side of him.

But she knew him enough to know he’d back up. Because y/n over the years had seen a pattern: Tom shows her some love, then he backs away and blames it on her.

Of course, y/n had trust issues. She’d been repeatedly stabbed by a man, and she’d actively given him the knife.

She had been staring at the Polaroid. If anybody saw it they’d think Tom was in love with her, his eyes sparkled with love. So gentle as a wide smile was shown. It gave y/n butterflies. But as she was hanging it up she stared at the other pictures, particularly at the one when they were back in Rome. A gentle jolt was felt. As if her own wall full of memories was kindly reminding her of what Tom had done.

Nobody chooses who we fall in love with, and nobody chooses where our heart wants to go. We can’t stop ourselves from falling. In whatever that sense it may come to. Falling down to the ashes of what something might have been is a stupid way to live by.

But when we do, when the decision is up to us? Is it wrong to let ourselves fall?

Because y/n knew she was going to, anyway. Either fall in love or fall into that dark place. There was no going back. Especially with those poisonous pair of lips he had.

Y/N had paced around her place and finally opened up her laptop to write away. Honestly, she couldn’t. She was too angry at herself because this probably was her downfall. Was she really looking for revenge? Did she really want Tom to go down where she had?

She didn’t wish that for anyone, but she had to protect her heart. She didn’t love him, but this was way too good to be written. Maybe that was the reason the script had come in so quickly, so easy to write sometimes. When her mind wandered to his broad back drawing to his strong arms. The late night conversations. However, she’d stop. Mostly because she didn’t want to daydream about him.

But she’d always written about him, how many files did she not have about him. Not exactly stories. But maybe a doc that was only describing how light hit him perfectly or how his laughter could outshine the whole room. The way he’d gently look into her.

A million poems dedicated to his smile.

Maybe that was weird. Too much for a crush. But really who else could she tell that she loved him?

Past tense. Not anymore.

But did she not love him? Because she had to separate the sex from her feelings, but honestly, his lips butterflying on her skin didn’t help. And her mind was roaming again. She went back and collected every single Polaroid she had of him. She hadn’t really understood why he hadn’t pointed out how many times he’d appeared on her wall. From children, to their prom picture, a silly picture. Tom here. Tom there. He was the main focus of her entire room.

Tom.

She’d even printed one in which he was kissing her cheek, just after Rome. Had he not seen it? Had he been so oblivious to how important he was to her? Or did he only choose to ignore it? Like everything else.

Because her heart did stop whenever she looked at him. But this was stupid, right? Having feelings for someone who had made her cry her entire life. Talk about some issues. He always ignored it.

But then all the other Timmy pictures hanging around stung.

She felt like she could still feel Tim’s lips against her. Soft and light.

The only company she had now was a little plush frog from her childhood. It was dirty and ripped off but still huggable.

Fritz.

Still huggable.

She didn’t know what else to do. She didn’t want to write. She didn’t want to do anything. She just wanted to lay down on the floor while listening to One Direction, because y/n had very poor ways of dealing with her stress. And because y/n was someone very lonely, and very quiet. She rarely told anyone about anything. Except Harry but… she’d always been careful around Harry. Because… Harry. Harry only knew about her slight crush. That’s what she’d said about it.

But no one really understood her feelings towards Tom. Not even her for that matter. Less now.

Luckily her brother had come to the rescue. A pizza and beers. Stella Artois. The one damned beer that reminded her of Tom. She wasn’t sure why.

Of course when he’d walked in and saw her on the floor hugging Fritz, surrounded by Polaroids featuring Tom with ‘If I could fly’ in the background, he knew it was going to be hell for him. She had cleaned the tears.

“I was going to say mood, but I’m honestly too concerned,” James said. “So, what is this? A ritual to make Tom finally admit his real feelings for you? Should I get candles?”

Y/N only looked at him, and pouted.

“Should I do the same with you so you finally admit your feelings for him?” He asked as he sat down on the floor with her. “You’ve been crying.”

She only closed her eyes and hugged Fritz tighter.

“You’re weird, N/N.”

He didn’t push the conversation, until they were both sitting up. Pizza seemed more interesting.

Y/N opened her third bottle of beer.

“So you have feelings for Tom, brand new information,” James said.

“You—“

James laughed. “You haven’t been subtle about it, though I thought they’d already be gone by now. I hadn’t seen you this way since three years ago. Thought you’ve grown out of that crush.”

“Three years ago, huh,” she looked at the now-empty box of pizza.

“Yup, you chose the worst Holland to have feelings for,” James pointed out.

“I don’t—“

“You do have feelings,” James concedes.

“I do, but I don’t know what feelings,” she admitted as she picked up a Polaroid and stared at it. She let out a soft groan in frustration. “How the fuck do you not expect me to like him?”

James stared at her sister. “And what’s the deal? You know Tom is in love with you?”

“He is not.”

“Harry is too, wouldn’t be surprised if Sam had a crush on you. Even Paddy.”

“Shut up. That’s not true,”

James let out a laugh. “Well, at least Tom and Harry.”

“No.” Y/N paused. “Not Tom.”

James scoffed, surprised. “So you do know about Harry.”

She did. But she didn’t want to admit it, because that would mean she’d broken her best friends heart. She couldn’t live with that.

“But Tom doesn’t love me.”

James laughed. “You’re so oblivious y/n, and he is too, he doesn’t know what his own feelings are.”

“No, but he is aware of mine and he loves playing with them,” y/n frowned. “And—I had promised myself I wouldn’t love him anymore. And I won’t.”

“Well what’s the problem?” James asked, “ah wait you’re working for him, so you’re spending more time with him,” James recalled, “is he being an ass?”

“No,” y/n was frustrated. “That’s the problem.”

“But what about Tim?”

“I—don’t know,” she closed her eyes. “I love Timmy.”

“Alright…”

“But god, Tom.”

James watched her and then gave it a thought. He suddenly realized it. “You slept with him,” he said it to himself.

“Wha—What?”

“You slept with him!”

“James!”

“Oh my god, y/n did you have sex with Tom?”

“I—“

“Oh my god, you did,” James watched her as he slowly freaked out. “Oh my god. No. Why did I ask you that? Gross. No fuck—I don’t want to know about my little sister’s fuck….God I’m gonna kill him.”

“James!”

James stood up. “I’m going to kill him, let’s go right now. God—“

“James,” y/n rolled her eyes.

“I’m going to kill him, how dare he corrupt my little sister? For god’s sake you’re childhood… friends! How dare he! I thought he was my friend but if he”-

“James!” She ran after him.

“If he dared to sleep with my—he’s a fucking awful friend. And I’m going to kill him, my keys, where are my keys?”

She stopped him. “I...didn’t sleep with him! James chill.”

“You didn’t?”

Y/N blinked. “No, I didn’t. You need to calm the fuck down.”

“Y/N?”

“We… kissed okay, now calm down, Jesus, James, you’re older. Be mature.”

“Sorry—And—“he closed his eyes, taking a deep breath. “Sorry, even if you did it’s none of my business. You’re a grownup.”

“I am,” she continued.

He watched her, as she was shaking. “But… Oh my god you did. No, I know you—- You did sleep with him, didn’t you?”

Y/N didn’t answer.

“Oh my god, y/n,” he squinted his eyes. “No wait, I know you—you did sleep with him.”

She rolled her eyes. “If it had hypothetically happened, and it didn’t—Why would it matter?”

He rubbed his face. “Y/N oh my god.”

“Look, the only bad thing about this—Is our past.”

“I—I don’t need details okay? But is this going anywhere? Are you in a relationship?”

Y/N didn’t answer.

“Oh my god, you’re not that’s what’s stressing you!” James watched her. “Isn’t it? Yes, now I get it! Oh my god you’ve caught feelings but you—“

“James you’re—“

He had to pace around the room. “I need you to understand y/n that while you and Tom didn’t get along he’s one of my best friends. Alright? So him sleeping with you is a direct betrayal to me and I hate him.”

“Now we are in the same team,” y/n walked over to her kitchen to sit on the counter.

“No we are not, because you slept with him—Or sleeping?”

Y/N gulped.

“Y/N!”

Y/n looked away. “Can we focus on what’s important here?”

“That you have a crush on him, or what? Are you pregnant?” He asked.

“No.” She rolled her eyes. “The problem is way bigger than all of this.”

“Do you have tequila?” James asked as he rushed to her cabinets. “I need some tequila to be able to hear this.”

Y/N glared at her brother as he took out some shot glasses and a bottle of tequila. “You’re overreacting.”

“How would you feel if your best friend slept with you?”

“If Harry slept with you?” She chuckled.

James rolled his eyes. “You know what I meant,” he frowned. “And—He's been an asshole to you for all your life.”

“My point exactly,” y/n ran a hand through her hair. “Look, there is a lot of Tom and I that you guys don’t know.”

James downed a shot, and then poured one for her. “No kidding.”

She downed a shot too. “Oh my god, it’s only sex James, I’m sure you’ve had it.”

“I don’t tell you about it!”

“I wasn’t planning on telling you! I didn’t tell you!”

James downed another shot. “Oh y/n, I had assumed you had had sex with someone!”

“Can we not talk about it—“

“And I knew— like oh she probably, I mean. C’mon y/n. You were on the floor with Harry Styles—“

“One Direction,” she corrected.

“Not fucking important y/n,” James snapped. “I knew you were broken hearted but I didn’t—expect Tom? I thought hey, she probably slept with her ex again! And she’s confused about Timmy but—Fuck, Tom?

“Oh my god, James, I’ve been in love with him my whole life,” she snapped. “No—Not right now.” She had to pause to pinch the bridge of her nose. “I am afraid I’ll fall ban in love with him.

She stared at the bottle of cheap tequila, inviting her to drink more.

Her brother filled up his own glass.

“No, I can’t. Tom has broken my heart so many times I’m not sure if I could afford any more.”

James watched her.

“And that doesn’t even come close to where my actual problem relies on,” y/n explained. “It’s way more complicated.”

“Should I pour more?” James asked.

—

Y/N had confessed some things to James, and her brother hadn’t really told her anything. “Y/N, don’t get in trouble, you’ll end up breaking many hearts in this, but... your own heart is the one at stake.”

He had been right. But she hadn’t slept, at all. She couldn’t see him. She couldn’t see Tom, and then Timmy. She would freak out, because she couldn’t handle this. So she hugged Fritz, like that would help.

But her phone rang, in the middle of the night just as she was about to drift off trying to solver her problems by trying to find the answer in a dream.

“Tom… it’s 4 am,” she answered, angrily.

“I know,” he sighed. “I just—“

“I’m not in the mood I’m tired—“She snapped.

“I’m not calling for that.”

“What for then? let me sleep,” she frowned as she sat up.

“I don’t want this to be like that last time,” he explained.

Y/N wanted to cry. “I don’t want to have this conversation Tom, not at 4 am.”

“But I mean it.”

“What are you suggesting Tom?”

“I’m suggesting…”He trailed off. “I don’t even know what I’m suggesting.”

Y/N didn’t want to listen to him. “I think you mixed it up Tom, see? That’s why having breakfast is forbidden, and that’s why we shouldn’t have spooned and that’s why you shouldn’t have held my hand.” But she didn’t know why she was saying this, in technicalities she had him where she was supposed to have him. Was he catching feelings?

But y/n knew Tom couldn’t catch feelings. This was another game by tom

“But why not, y/n? You want it too,” he pushed.

“I don’t know if I want it, Tom.”

Tom kept quiet for a bit. “Why not?”

“Because I don’t want to burn another set of yellow flowers, alright?” She reminded him.

“II don’t think you’re getting my point y/n,”Tom gulped.

“What point? Tom can we talk about it later? I need to sleep,” she sighed.

“The point that maybe I don’t want it ending on me showing up at your door with yellow flowers? Unless it’s…”

Y/N frowned. “it’s what?”

“Happy flowers, maybe change the meaning of yellow flowers...I dunno y/n, I just know.#

“Well it won’t change, you realize that?” Y/N answered. “But why do you want to...We can keep this thing going, sex and no strings attached what’s the deal?”

Because she didn’t want to write about it. That was it. She really didn’t want to write about it, but this whole ‘enemies with benefits’, she knew she could sell it easily to her boss and she didn’t need to have her heart on stake.

“That maybe I don’t want it,” Tom said.

“You don’t want it?” Y/N questioned. It was hard to accept the fact that she didn’t want to admit that Tom may had had feelings for her too.

“Maybe I do want some strings attached.”

“You’re just jealous of Timmy,” she remembered where all of this had come from.

“Maybe”

“And that’s it, but I don’t— look tom, I’m not trying to get back to Timmy alright? Are you happy with that answer?”

“No.”

Y/N frowned. “What do you want from me then? Want me to go over, so we can have meaningless sex right now and then forget about all of this?” She said with poison.

“No.”

She groaned. “What do you want Tom?”

“I want to take you out on a date.”

She stayed quiet. “For what? So we can start hanging out only the two of us for a while, go out on dates and then you’ll end up with another pink skirt on a club and leave me hanging there? For that?” She hissed.

“No, to make up for that, because I shouldn’t have done that kind of shit,” he said. “Because I really never wanted to hurt you.”

“I thought you did, you said you were doing it exactly for that,” she felt tears coming down. “Tom we are better at being enemies, that’s what we are good at.”

“Are we though?”

“Tom that’s who we are, it’s our nature. It’s on your nature, we are always looking for a way to hurt each other to get back at each other,” she reminded him.

“Well shouldn’t we change that?” He questioned.

“We can’t change it, we are untrustworthy,”she explained.

“Well we also couldn’t be in a room for more than five minutes and we’ve managed that,” He reminded her. “I’m just asking for a date y/n.”

“And I’m just asking you to let me go to sleep okay?” She frowned.

He groaned. “Y/n it’s not-”

“I can’t deal with this shit right now, okay?” She interrupted him. “I don’t want to go to that dark place Tom.”

“You think I haven’t gotten to a dark place?”

She scoffed. “Have you, really Tom?”

“Y/N I have been awful to you,” he admitted.

“No shit.”

“I’m the bad guy of this story, I know that, and I’m an asshole, I’m very aware. But I think that we both know it’s no secret that I like you.”

She didn’t answer. Because she didn’t want to believe it. But when you’re in love, you want to believe in all lies.

“At least these days I’ve tried to make it clear.”

“Well, you’ve been years building up this whole I hate you thing, you’ll understand why I have a hard time believing you,” she said.

“But I mean it, I��I think we know each other that much-”

“Yes, to know we wouldn’t work, we’ve been proven, no, let me rephrase that,” she took a deep breath. “You’ve proven that it would take you less than five minutes to hurt me and hey, I’ve proven that to you too.”

“But we’ve also proven that I can kiss your neck and undress you in less than two minutes,” he chuckled.

“Goodnight, Tom.”

“No. Y/n, wait—”

“Well, but you do realize that doesn’t mean anything, if anything it means we can keep up with this whole benefits thing,” She said, as the thought came to her mind.

“No no no, y/n, come on, just—Let me take you out tomorrow. For lunch. Doesn’t have to be a date,” he pleaded.

“I’m not having this conversation at four am.”

“Why not?”

Y/N bit her lip as she hugged her pillow. “Let’s just continue to hate each other, fuck when we want to and we’re good okay?”

“No, not okay y/n, besides this is not like you.”

“It’s not like me? Well you turned me into this Tom,” she snapped.

“Well, then we’re done with the sex.”

“Alright.”

“No wait-”

But she’d already hung up.

Tom didn’t sleep after that. And he had gone to rehearse. He saw her, they hadn’t even said hello to each other. But of course after talking to Sam night he’d gotten a very different perspective. And after talking to her, it was too different. He’d fucked up by calling.

Tom had to ignore her, too. She didn’t want to go out with him, alright. So Tom had made sure to make her see that he didn’t care.

He couldn’t.

However, he didn’t blame her.

But he knew her.

He knew y/n was of the jealous type, very jealous. She’d shown it throughout their life, y/n was someone who wanted attention, all the time. She had always been the centre of attention, you didn’t need to know her to catch that. Her clothes, the way she’d make her melodic laugh be heard across the room, and the way she’d find the perfect moment to walk into a room. But she tricked everybody into thinking that she didn’t care, when in fact she did.

Of course, when he saw her, he knew that she knew exactly what she was doing. A headband tied up in a bow, and a white big shirt not fully buttoned. She knew exactly what she was doing.

So of course, Tom being so mature, made sure that y/n knew he actually didn’t care. And he’d noticed over the last two weeks that y/n would get very distant when his co-star, Maddison would get unbelievably close to him, clenching her jaw and faking a smile. Tom had noticed Mad’s flirting, he’d just ignored it.

Except for today, so when y/n pretended not to see Tom, he decided to approach Maddison. And as usual, she flirted, and Tom did answer this time, side-eying y/n as he was subtly touching Mad’s shoulder.

Y/N hadn’t looked up. Not once. And he noticed she looked tired.

“Hey, we should get lunch together today,” Tom slipped, loud enough for y/n to hear him. That’s when he noticed a change in her body. She didn’t look up, only eyed him quickly and then sucked in her cheeks. She took a deep breath but then continued her texting.

And he got her.

But that didn’t last long, because Timothée had arrived, and that’s when she’d looked up. He’d approached y/n, and it was slightly awkward. But he was so close to her. And her sight had turned soft, so soft when she’d stared at him. Tom could only clench his jaw and look back at Maddie.

He decided to ignore it and walk in after the choreographer had. Tom tried staying close to the door as he warmed up, either trying to show off or listen to the conversation y/n was having with Tim.

“Tom we are about to start.”

He turned and had to have his arms around Maddie now, that’s when y/n had slightly turned to him. But y/n was already smiling at something Timothee had said. Tom kept staring outside but the choreographer closed the door, and now he could barely see y/n from the window on the door.

Tom turned around so he could be more subtle, staring at the reflection on the mirror. And they started to dance, they were going to use some songs from Dirty Dancing, a subtle reference the director wanted to give out. Tom listened and tried to focus, the choreographer and director gave them notes.

But he couldn’t concentrate, his eyes were glued to her and Timothée. Tim’s green eyes always on her, and her cheeks up and curved. They were dancing, outside, mimicking Tom’s and Maddie’s movements.

Tom didn’t understand why it bothered him that much that Timothee was always dancing with her. Always. Dancing. Jumping. Perfectly. It reminded him of old times, at parties usually, when y/n would be singing along with Timothee as they danced.

But this was even worse because they were not dating and they were there doing it for fun. Besides, y/n looked gorgeous so stunning.

Those pair of high waisted jeans and that stupid white shirt. It was driving Tom insane as Tim and y/n were sillying around.

He hated how he made her smile. And besides, he was boiling up over the fact they’d kissed. And Tom had seen them outgrown the awkwardness? What had Timothee done to outgrow such an awkward subject? They’d kissed, that was worse.

He’d seen them talk. At first, he had said hello and he had stared into her eyes. And that was it?

And y/n had barely looked Tom in the eye.

Tom had to keep on focused, but he barely could. Maddie was not interesting enough and honestly, it bothered him seeing Tim’s slick fingers on y/n’s waist as she laughed. But then they stayed quiet as they watched them dance. They eventually weren’t even paying attention.

Tom continued dancing and trying to memorize it but he couldn’t. He couldn’t move, there was no rhythm in his body. And somehow he saw Tim getting closer, and closer, and he didn’t know because the reflection could be lying but he’d seen Timothée kiss y/n’s cheek. And Tom felt his whole body warm-up with jealousy and his head aching. And he felt as if the world was turning. He didn’t know what happened until a loud thud was heard and Maddie was on the floor and Tom was seeing blurry, on the floor, as well.

He was sweating, and he was nauseous. He had to stop to pinch the bridge of his nose.

“What the fuck, Tom?” Maddie complained

“I… I don’t know, I…” He was dizzy. He hadn’t slept, he hadn’t had anything for breakfast and adding this whole jealousy thing probably hadn’t helped him, at all. “I don’t feel okay.”

Y/N had run into the room, and over to Tom, who weakly sat up. Tim ran behind her..

“Tom, are you okay?”

Maddie frowned. “I’m on the floor, too, you know?”

“Yes, but he’s the one who almost fainted,” y/n sassed as she cupped Tom’s face. “Here, drink some water and… Can we bring in some sugar? His blood pressure is probably down.”

“You’re a doctor now, y/n?” Tom mocked, earning a glare from her.

“How do you feel?” she asked.

“I don’t know, tired, okay?” Tom answered, Timothée was only looking at y/n. He looked away, as y/n handed him the bottle of water.

The director watched him. “You think you can continue with this?”

“Yes, just give me ten minutes.”

“Ten minutes? I need the whole day to rest, you dropped me, now I’m sore,” Maddison complained. “Besides you weren’t even focused,” she continued as she stood up. “I’ll be doing it tomorrow”

Tom watched her leave as the director sighed. “Are you sure you’re okay?”

“Yeah, sorry, I… y/n’s probably right I need some sugar,” Tom admitted.

The choreographer nodded. “Yeah, don’t worry, I’ll… I’ll work with the other dancer while you rest a bit.”

“Give me a bit and I’ll try rehearsing it by myself,” Tom added.

The director nodded. “Yeah, we can’t waste more time, besides we already have to shoot that scene from two days ago, and we… can’t waste more time. You,” he pointed at Timmy. “Get the other dancers, I think they’re here today, so we will go to the other room and they’ll be... “ He ran a hand through his hair. “Just gather them in room 5.”

Timmy nodded, glanced at y/n and then left.

The director turned to y/n.

“I’ll take care of him, and make sure he rehearses,” she assured him.

Tom squeezed his eyes shut and then crawled his way to lay his back against the mirror.

“Did you sleep last night?” Y/N asked as she stood up, crossing her arms above her chest watching him.

“No,” he answered.

“I didn’t either, some weirdo called me at 4 am,” she scoffed, making Tom chuckle.

“Well, that weirdo had stayed up until then,” Tom admitted. “And then he didn’t sleep after that.”

Y/N scoffed as she sat down beside him. “Is that the reason why you were failing at every dance step?”

“Hey,” Tom nudged her.

“You’re usually good, but today you sucked,” she pointed out, laughing.

He rolled his eyes as he ran a hand through his hair. “Maybe.”

“And you have a terrible dance partner,” y/n added. “She’s too overwhelming.”

Tom chuckled. “She is?”

“Total diva, you shouldn’t go out for lunch with her,” she pointed out, looking away.

Tom smirked. “Oh.”

She coughed. “Yeah, no, not her,” she cleared her throat.

Tom clenched his jaw. “Well, I had asked a better girl to go out for lunch and she declined the offer.”

“Bummer,” she shrugged. “But she probably had her reasons.”

Tom nodded.

They stayed quiet for a while, Tom not knowing what exactly he should tell her. He knew he’d fucked up with her by calling her last night. But still, he wanted to keep fighting? How interesting was this that even after she’d shown him her worst side he was still in love with her?

He gave it a thought. Why did she love Timmy? What did they do together that made her happy? And he understood. Dancing. She always danced with Timmy.

“Can you help me out?” He asked.

“Hm?” She frowned.

“Yes, with the choreography, I need a better dancing partner and I still need to--”

“I’m an awful dancer,”she pointed out.

“Yes, but I’m good at leading, I just need to hold someone.”

Y/N hesitated but stood up. “Alright.” She offered him a hand. “But you’re better now, right?”

He took her hand and then plugged in the music.

“I love they’re using dirty dancing,” she commented.

He grinned as he walked over to her, placing her hands on her hips. “Okay so, let me lead, no no,wait,” he chuckled as he tried moving her.

“I don’t dance, Tom,” she reminded him.

“Okay, wait,” he took her hands instead. “Just, trust me, okay? Let me lead, help me out,” he said before moving her back and forth, as the music started her clumsy feet stepping on him. “y/n, don’t step on me,” he chuckled, as he looked her in the eyes. “Look at me… Two three four, two three four, loosen up your hips,” he instructed as his hand landed on it, let it roll, yes, a bit less hard.”

“I suck.”

“You do,” he grinned. “Now, okay, shoulders down, don’t lean back,” he commented, as his hands were now on her waist. “Okay okay, don’t be too harsh y/n,” he commented as she pushed her hips forward. “It’s… ‘ve seen you move, and you can be softer.”

She blushed as she nudged him. “Tom, hey, no, this won’t work.” She pushed him away.

“No, you’re doing good,” Tom grinned as he pulled her back in. “Okay, don’t put your heel down, feel the music and let me,” he chuckled as she was barely loosening up and then leaning closer to him. “Okay, okay, not that much, this is your dance space,” he pushed her back, as he opened up her arms. “And this is mine, alright?” He showed her. “We’re dancing not… Other stuffing.”

She rolled her eyes with a smirk as he kept dancing with her. They weren’t really following the choreography but this rather seemed like Tom was trying to show her how to properly dance. Not jump around like she did with Timothée. And she seemed to enjoy it, but Tom was getting nervous, this was definitely not what he’d expected to have from their last conversation. But y/n was giving in.

“I’m going to spin you around,” Tom explained. “And it’s gonna be quick okay, the key for this is, don’t look around, try to find the spot, which are my eyes,”he commented as he stared down at her. She looked him in the eyes, in her very particular way of looking into eyes, first staring into one then the other. “And when I spin you, try to find my eyes again, alright?” Tom had turned softer.

‘Love is strange’ started playing.

She had only smiled as he then proceeded to spin her, once, twice, three times and her eyes went back to his but she was dizzy anyway as she let out a laugh, almost falling to his arms.

“I’m the worst dancer.”

“Okay, that wasn’t bad,” Tom laughed. “But, we’re doing it again, remember, find your spot,” he reminded her. She stopped, just slightly, now her hands were on his face, cupping it.

He gulped. “Alright? You found your… spot?” As her breath fanned his, his heart beating faster as she stared at her.

She stared down at his lips. “Yeah,” she whispered.

He spun her again, and then she managed to bring him down to the floor. He only laughed as his hands landed on her hips.

“Sorry,” she gulped as she quickly stood up. Tom watched her from the floor. They kept on laughing.

“Oh, that song,” Y/N coughed awkwardly. “Now I remember that scene,” she mocked as she tried to move her hips. She rolled her eyes.

Y/N laughed. “Sylvia,” she chanted just as the song was playing.

“Yes, lover b-girl” Tom mocked.

“No, no I’m not doing this.” She turned around.

“How do you call your lover boy?” The song sang.

Tom laughed. “Come here, lover girl.”

“And if he doesn’t answer?” The song continued.

“Oh lover girl,” Tom sang louder, watching y/n blush looking away.

“No,” y/n said.

“And if he still doesn’t answer?” The song continued.

“I say,” Tom grinned. “Baby, oh baby” he crawled over to her as she tried to push him away.

“Tommy.”

He managed to pull her down to her knees to bring him to his sight. “My sweet baby,” Tom sang to her as he wrapped his arms around her, now the soft spot he’d had for her gone and filled with lust.

“You’re the one,” he whispered to her, as his eyes turned darker watching her.

She only blushed as she wrapped her arms around his neck as his hands made her move her hips, slightly moving down his hands to cup her eyes. His eyes travelled down from her lips to her neck as he nuzzled down to her breasts, but she pushed his head back up to her face.

And it seemed Tom had forgotten he’d almost fainted as his lips arrived on hers, combining his lust with her sweet lips as the song was merely a background.

And they were too busy to know that someone had seen them through the window of the door. But you know, when you’re in love, you believe in lies. And Timmy really wished this one was a lie.

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Laila's Birthday

Chapter 15 - Always the Bridesmaid.

A/N: Sorry AGAIN I haven’t uploaded anything new in the last week. I have been away and writing loads. But today I think I wrote the last chapter for ATB maybe... I’m not sure yet. I don’t know how long I want to make this series. Thanks for being patience with me! I hope you like it.

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Read previous chapters HERE!

Song: Bill Medley, Jennifer Warnes - (I've Had) The Time Of My Life

Warnings: Fluff & NSFW

Word Count: 2806 Sorry it’s a long one.

Pairings: Laila x Harry

Enjoy!

Daniel had worked his magic on them both "We'll see you tonight D" Nikki calls back as they leave. "Are the kids coming tonight?"

"I was going to bring them, but Stu's Mum said she would have them. So, I'm letting loose tonight" They both laugh "My dad has said Harry and I can stay the night. No need to worry about staggering home"

"Just the worry of keeping the noise down when you go to bed" Nikki winks at her "Oh god!" she rolls her eyes at her.

They say their goodbyes as the part ways to head home.

~*~*~*~

Laila decides on a blue floral wrap dress, she looks herself over in the mirror. Harry comes up behind her and rest his head on her shoulder as his arms wrap around her "Well, birthday girl, don't you look stunning!" she blushes "Why thank you!" she winks at his reflection.

"You ready to go?" He kisses her neck "Yeah, we better go now.... I have a feeling we won't leave otherwise," he chuckles "You're right, let's go!" they leave her flat and head to her parents house.

As soon as they arrive at her parents garden everyone wishes her a Happy birthday. Laila pulls Harry over to her Grandad "Grandad, this is Harry, Harry, this is my grandad Ezra" Harry smile and holds out his hand to Ezra, who takes it "Nice to meet you Ezra" Ezra smile "Nice to meet the guy who has made my granddaughter smile again!"

Harry looks over to her with a smile "No threats grandad?" Laila jokes "Poppet, does it look like I can take this fella?" they laugh. Nikki wanders over with a glass of Prosecco and a beer for the pair "Laila, you go have fun with ya friends" Ezra tells her. They go over to the group Rem hands the group a shot each "Rem!!" Laila whines, but Rem's laughs "Stop being a little girl" they all knock back the Sambuca shot, all hissing with disgust at the taste.

"Argh! That's awful!" Laila hisses, they do a few more shots before grabbing some food "Laila, will you come inside for a minute" Liz calls her over, Terry follows them. She leads them into the living room "Mum, what is it?" Terry moves to stand with his wife and they hand Laila an envelope "What's this?" Liz is over excited "Your birthday present from us"

"Oh, thanks. I'll open it later," she smiles at them "No, Laila could you open it now?" Terry pleads with her, she huffs opening the envelope as soon as she can't believe her eyes.

She's speechless, Terry and Liz are beaming.

Laila walks out into the garden still shocked over her parents gift "Lai?" Nate smiles at her "Are you OK?" he asks "Erm...I think so...Mum and Dad just gave me, my birthday present"

"Ah! The 31st birthday present," she looks over to him "You got it too?" he laughs "Lai, we all did!"

"I wasn't expecting it! Maybe at 18 but 31? Nate it's a lot of money! I feel bad for taking it!" she whispers "I'm glad they kept it until we are in our 30's. I would have wasted it at 18! Lai, don't! They have done this, so we can put down roots...You could buy your own salon... in or out of London. Don't feel bad" she starts to tear up "It's just so generous! I wasn't expecting it" he pulls his sister in for a hug "You doughnut!"

Harry spots Nate hugging Laila, he knows something is up with her. He makes his excuses and wanders over "Laila?" she hears him call over her shoulder, Nate loosens his arms from around his sister, he smiles as he leaves her with Harry. She turns, he notices she has been crying "Laila, what's wrong?" he cups her face and catches her tears with his thumb, his eyes burn into hers "Hey, it's my party and I'll cry if I want to! Right?" she laughs.

"But what has upset you?" He asks concerned "Can we go and speak somewhere quiet?" He nods. She leads him inside and up to her old bedroom, he chuckles "I remember the last time we were in here," she smirks "Are you going to tell me why you've been crying?" She sits on the bed, he takes his place next to her "It's stupid really. My parents, they gave me this as a birthday gift," she hands him the envelope "You can open it! I got a bit overwhelmed by it," he opens the envelope and looks down at it "Wow! That's a lot of money"

"They have been putting in since we were babies! But they have waited until we were in our 30's to give it us. Mum said we would appreciate it more! I just feel bad," he hands it back to her "No need to be! They did this for you because they love you" He pulls her to his chest and kisses the top of her head. He suddenly lays back onto the bed, pulling her with him, she looks up at him "Nate said I should get my own salon in or out of London" she laughs, "You'd leave London?"

"Maybe if I found the perfect place, but it's just an idea," she smiles at him "Hopefully not too soon?" she can tell he doesn't like the idea "I don't even know what to do yet," he cups he face "Whatever you decide whether it's in or out of the M25 I'm going to be right there with you" he brushes the stray strand of hair out of her face "Duuuuh! I need someone to lift those heavy boxes!" she teases him.

He laughs before flipping her onto her back, pinning her arms down "Just a removal man, ay?" she grins biting her lip "Maybe..." she winks up at him "So does this make you, my sugar mumma," she rolls her eyes "Depends what your limits are?" She cocks her brow at him "For you, I don't have any!"

His face moves closer to hers, this man has her weak with just one look, his scent, his touch. His lips hover just itches away from her, "We better get downstairs before people come looking for you," he whispers, his eyes never leave hers.

She composed herself, "You're right let's go!" he gets up and they head down. He's close behind "There you are!" Rem pulls them over for more shots "We are playing never have I ever" an unimpressed Alec informs them "Harry, why don't you get your brothers and sister over"

Laila calls them over Chris and Will sit it out "As Laila and Harry when off to play hide and seek they're next! Harry, you first!" Rem cheers, Harry thought hard for a few seconds "Never have I ever had sex in a car!" Rem, Nate, Max, Jade, Katrina, Priya, Izzy, Arthur, Brad, Alec, Alene, Stu, Nikki and Laila all do a shot. He looks towards his girlfriend with a raised brow "My past is my past, but maybe it can be your future" she winks at him, he blushes. Rem pretends to gag!

"I guess it's my turn now! Never have I ever had sex against a tree," she laughs knowing already who will have to drink. She was right Nikki, Stu and Alene drink "Wait, that wasn't a 3 some, right?" Rem asks "What!! NO!" Alene hisses "It's me next?" Izzy questions.

Rem nods.

"Never have I ever gone down on a guy!" Rem, Nikki, Jade, Katrina, Priya, Alec and Laila, who looks up at Harry as she takes her shot he winks. Which didn't go unnoticed by Izzy "You guys are making me want to vom!" She jokes "How do you think I feel all of my brother's wives drank! Yes, I saw you Priya, Jade and Katrina" Max goes next to change the subject "Never have I ever slept with any other people than my wife" a few of the group huff. Laila, Harry, Alene, Izzy, Nate, Jade, Priya, Arthur, Brad, Rem and Alec drink.

This made Laila want to raise the question of how many women had he slept with? The game goes on by the end all are more than tipsy. Laila head over to get a glass of Prosecco, all the open bottles are empty. Terry comes over with a open one "Thanks dad!"

"You having fun sweetie?" She nods "Just these glasses aren't big enough!"

Josie chuckles over her shoulder "Just drink from the bottle, it's your birthday!" Laila contemplates it before grabbing the bottle and taking a swig as she sits "She might be a Carelli, but she's an Anderson at heart!" Ezra laughs, "Laila!! That's not very lady like!" Pat hisses at her "Wait! No, it's not!" Josie hands her an extra long straw "There that's better!" Josie baits Pat, who shook her head in disgust.

"What did your boyfriend get you poppet?" Ezra asks her as she starts to lean against him on the bench "Aww Grandad, he got me this," she raised her necklace from her neck, he takes a look "Aww Poppet that's like the one my mum had," she smiles at him, "It is!" Liz coos "That's why your dad was going through all our photo's a few weeks back" Terry winks "All I'm saying is that boy really put some thought in what to get you. Now are we doing the candles on this cake"

Liz rushes off to light the candles, everyone starts to sing happy birthday to her, she gets a bit teary. She blows out her candles, the music starts back up Time of my life - Bill Medley & Jennifer Warnes is playing Liz drags Terry to dance with her. Laila looks over to Harry, he shook his head as if to say no. She gets up and makes her way over to him giving him, her best pouty face, "Please? It is my birthday," he huffs but with a smile "Come on then! But I'll warn you my dance moves are aw..." she pulls him over to a free space.

They start dancing, he spins her "You said you couldn't dance!" he chuckles "I don't have any rhythm!" she grins,"Your rhythm is perfectly fine!" she winks as she whispers. He pulls her in close, so her body is pressed against his as they move, his lips come to her ear "That's a bit different...and it's a bit public to use those kinda moves" she blushes at his words.

He looks around at the others dancing "How big is this back garden?" he whispers, "Big enough..Why?" he grins, "Follow me!!" he takes her hand and walks towards the trees at the back, the further they walk the more the lights from the house fade. "Harry, where are you taking me?" she giggles, he turns to her smiling, he starts to run, pulling her with him, they get deeper into the trees.

"Harry?" suddenly he pins her body against one the trees, his lips roughly capture hers. His kiss is desperate, she barely catches her breath as his hands move over her curves. His lips move to her neck, nipping as they move, his hands slip to the back of her thighs lifting her. She drapes her arms over his shoulders, she pulls his lips back to hers. Her hands slip between them unbuckling his belt, he smirks against her lips "Are we OK out here?" he asks.

"I don't really know, but to be honest...I don't care" moving her underwear to the side as the pads of his fingers brush over her apex, he grins against her lips "Like I'll ever not be ready for you!" she whispers. He unzips his jeans, pushing them down just enough, he thrust into her, she moans aloud his lips crash to hers to drown out her cries.

Her nails dig into his shoulders, a growl escapes his lips. He clutches a fistful of her hair, pulling her head back "Still long enough to pull on!" He smirks against her ear. His grip quickly loosens "Oh..hmm...Harry!!"

He groans against her skin, she clenches around him meaning she's close his pace speeds up. It's not long until she reaches her high "Harry! Yes!" she moans a little too loudly. She feels him smirk against her neck "There's no way they didn't hear that gorgeous!" She giggles "I don't care! It's my birthday!" He's close, moving faster, it's not long until he falls over the edge he grunts as his body jerks.

Both panting, trying to catch their breath, he rests his forehead against hers "Is that what you brought me out here for?" she's smirking at him "Maybe" he winks. Letting her down, he tucks his shirt back into his jeans "Harry, I can ask you anything right?" he looks over to her curious and nods.

"Max's never have I ever, how many have you slept with? You don't have to answer if you don't want to...it's just you know my number but I don't know yours" he chuckles and pulls her to his chest, "I don't mind! Our relationship is built on honesty right?" she nods "So including you? My magic and lucky number is...5" she looks up at him "5? That's it?" he chuckles "You know most girlfriends would be happy with a low number"

"I am but you had a 3 some?" he shook his head at her "Yeah, I had 1 girlfriend before the 3 some then that happened with 2 girls which happened because I was heartbroken. Gemma then you my lucky number 5!" he kisses the top of her head "You thought I was a man slut didn't you?" She laughs, "No..I just mean...well, look at you! Why haven't you been with more women?" he blushes "Because my love, you may think your boyfriend is the sexiest man alive but I'm not built for one night stands. I will only sleep with a girl if I see a future with her! That 3 some was a huge mistake one I can't take back but I have moved on from"

"So you see a future with me?!" she teases him "I do! But I have a question for you!" he smirks "What's your number?" she laughs, "That's a joke, right? But I'm game, including you?....Let me think," she begins to count on her fingers "....hmm...32..33...34...!" his fingers dig into her ribs tickling her "Ahhh! OK, it's 3!" she giggles "It's 3! You're my third time lucky" he stops, wrapping her in his arms "Come on, we better get back before people come looking for us" they take a slow walk back to the house.

A few more drinks later most have started heading home, it's late, Laila cuddles up to Harry "Shall we head up?" he asks stroking her arm, she nods "Laila, before you do...erm I have a lunch date, Wednesday are you free to come with me?" Alene asks "Erm..I'm working, but I can take my lunch break around the time you meet? Somewhere near the salon?" Alene nods "Maybe Harry could come? So, I'm not the third wheel?"

"I would love to gorgeous, but I'm back to back all day" Laila sighs "Maybe Rem?" she asks, "No!! Erm, don't want to do a meet the family on the first date," she awkwardly smiles at her "Oh, OK, I get it! So, just message me a time and place and I'll meet you. Right now I'm ready to crawl into bed!" she yawns "Come on, lets get you upstairs" Harry gets up and pulls her up with him, they say their good nights and head to bed.

They have no intention on sleep just yet.

~*~*~*~

Wednesday Laila finally reaches the restaurant she and Alene agreed to meet at on her lunch break. Laila walks in and the waitress take her to the table, Alene spots her, her date has her back toward Laila, but from what she could see from her clothes she was an older woman.

They reach the table, she soon recognizes the older lady, it may have been over 10 years since she last saw her, but she could never forget the face of the woman who disowned her son over his sexuality.

Continue reading this story here - Chapter 16.

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