Prompt: Secret Santa
Suzi: character to Bia / trope to Em
Em: character to Suzi / trope to Bia
Bia: character to Em / trope to Suzi
So here's mine:
Bia allocated the trope: Fake Dating
Em allocated the character: Ciaran
THE ONLY TWO THINGS - Ciaran / OC
Finally able to express my adoration for the sweet Irish boy. Note - Kerry does not make an appearance in this short fic sorry :(
Season 3 - 2700+ words - Ciaran / OC
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“Fuck off, I’m not doing that”.
“Soph. Please. I wouldn’t ask if it wasn’t important.”
“No. Absolutely not.”
“Come on, it’ll be fun.”
“It absolutely does not sound like fun. Surely he’s got someone else he can take?”
Kelly shook her head. “Honestly, he’s not the dating type. He just has real trouble finding a nice girl.”
“You’re nice, why don’t you go?”
Kelly shot her a look. “Babe, he’s me cousin. It’s a family wedding. They already know who I am. Besides, I already told them your name. So it has to be you.”
“You what!?”
“They asked what the girlfriend’s name was, and I panicked and I jumped in and said Sophie. I said you were a friend of mine and that’s how you met”
Sophie groaned into her hands. “How many favours is this now? How many cupcakes are you indebted to me?”
Kelly squealed, dropping the bag of flour she was holding, which landed on the commercial kitchen counter with a pouf of powder. She ran around the bench to Sophie, wrapping her arms around her.
“You’ll do it?! Oh my god! Oh my god! I owe you a thousand cupcakes, I promise, I’ll make every single one, babe!”
Sophie rolled her eyes. “Text me his number. Some of us have work to do. I’ll message him later.”
Kelly immediately whipped her phone out, dropping a contact to her. Sophie sighed.
“You’re buying my dress, by the way.”
Kelly squealed again, and hugged her. “I will! And shoes, and we’ll get our hair done, oh my god, this is gonna be so fun!”
Sophie laughed. It wasn’t like Kelly couldn’t afford it. The bakery had taken off so significantly that she had a full staff. And she was raking it in. Sophie, as her business manager, knew exactly what she was making.
Kelly’s buying me a new dress. And it’s gonna be a fucking nice one.
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Soph sat at her desk, clicking through to renew their business license. But she kept glancing at her phone. This was, by far, the most interesting thing to happen to her in a long time. At the very least, it would make a great story to tell at parties.
She picked up her phone and tapped the contact.
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Sophie:
Hey, Ciaran! Kelly’s friend Sophie here, apparently we’re dating lol
Ciaran:
Feck, I am so sorry lol. Thank you so much for doing this
Sophie:
All good, free booze for the night, and I needed a good laugh. Plus, she’s never gonna let you live this down.
Probably should meet up at some point though, to get our story straight
Ciaran:
That’s sound. Coffee? Whenever you’re free. I’m actually in Dublin today if you’re about, could go for a dander?
Sophie:
Yeah, that’d be great! Let me get a couple more things done and I’ll text you where :)
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She’d barely had a chance to send the text before she heard the bell ring in the bakery downstairs. They weren’t even open today. So she wasn’t sure how whoever it was had gotten in.
She waited for the sound of Kelly calling out to say she’d heard it… but… silence. She checked the cameras. Kelly had her headphones on, dancing around the kitchen. And then she spotted the person who’d entered.
Oh, hello…
She jumped up, quickly rounding the corner from the office.
Woah.
He had the tall and handsome part down… but dark, he was not. He was pale as all hell, with fiery red hair. And big. Big shoulders. Big arms.
Woof. She said. Exactly her bloody type.
It was all she could do to not bite her lip.
Who in god’s green Ireland was this?
He looked a little shocked as he spotted her… but he smiled, somewhat nervously. And she suddenly felt a little dizzy. She could see how blue his eyes were from metres away. And his smile… god damn.
She swallowed. “Hi! We’re actually not open yet.”
“Hi… erm, yeah, sorry, yeah, I know. I’m actually here to see Kelly?”
His delicious Irish lilt was even stronger than Kelly’s.
When Sophie had moved to Ireland, she thought she’d get sick of the accent.
She was wrong.
“Oh, right, sure, just a sec, I’ll grab her.”
Fuck. Of course he was here to see Kelly. One of a never-ending stream of men trying to date the bubbly blonde.
She stepped back from the storefront and into the kitchen. She waved her hands at Kelly, who pulled off her headphones.
“There’s an extremely good looking guy here to see you, you lucky bitch.”
Kelly’s face fell. “Shit. What’s he look like?”
“Handsome redhead?”
Kelly shook her head, frowning, and unsure. Probably too many of them chasing her to count.
“Stupidly blue eyes? Built like a house? Bit nervous?” Soph teased.
Realisation swept over Kelly’s face, and she beamed, and ran through the kitchen, grabbing Sophie’s hand as she did. As the two of them went back out to the front of the store, Kelly spotted the guy, and threw her arms around him, squealing.
He almost fell over from the force of her hug.
“Kel! Jaysus, lay off”
“C’mere” she pulled him over to Sophie.
“Babe… this is my cousin Ciaran.”
What?
Sophie raised her eyebrows a little.
Ciaran looked like that?!
How the fuck did he have trouble getting a date!?
“Ciaran, this is Sophie.”
Ciaran’s face fell, and his eyes darted up and down her, before looking away, clearly terrified.
“Jaysus Christ.”
Sophie chuckled “What’s that supposed to mean?”
Ciaran swallowed, looking even more frightened at the fact he might’ve offended her. “I… er… I just… No one’s gonna believe… I mean… jaysus, look at yeh. You’re like… ”
He motioned to Sophie, catching her eye, and immediately averting his. He groaned, cringing audibly, covering his face as a deep blush crept over it.
Okay, this was possibly the single most flattering reaction she could’ve expected?
Kelly laughed loudly. “Now d’ye see why he’s had trouble getting a date?”
Sophie grinned, and leaned over to Kelly, whispering in her ear, but loud enough so that Ciaran could hear her.
“It’s a shame. If you’d shown me a photo I would have done it for free.”
She winked at Kelly, who giggled furiously.
She leaned over the bench. “So Ciaran… you said you were going to take me for coffee. You free now?”
He looked like he’d just been slapped.
“Uhh… yah, yes, yeah, I mean, yeah, free as a bird.”
Sophie winked at Kelly, and walked over to Ciaran, taking his arm. He jumped about a mile in the air, as if he’d just been electrified.
Sophie shot him an amused look. “Babe, we’ve been together for…”
She looked at Kelly to check, and she laughed. “I said about 4 months”
Sophie gasped. “Almost four months! You’re gonna have to hold my hand eventually?”
Ciaran laughed, and Sophie felt a rush of excitement as she heard it. He had the most beautiful, melodic giggle. He seemed to relax slightly, and she took it as a sign. She slipped her hand into his, linking their fingers together. His hands were huge. Warm. But not soft. There were calluses across his palms, obviously from lifting weights. And boy she could tell.
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He barely said a word to her as they walked to the cafe, but he insisted on paying for her coffee, which made Sophie smile. Because it was a nice day, they went for their dander around the park.
“So you work with Kelly, then?” he laughed.
“Yeah. I’m her business manager. She didn’t say?”
He shook his head. “She just told me to drop by today.”
She laughed to herself. Of course she did. Kelly knew Sophie would never turn her down. And she set herself an insurance policy of having Ciaran just happen to drop by, knowing Sophie’s penchant for sweet Irish boys. Particularly tall, muscular ones with strong accents and sparkling eyes.
Sophie laughed. “‘Course she did. Bloody Kelly. She’s plotting again.”
He smiled.
“So what do you do then?” She asked
“I’m a bouncer”
“Makes sense”
“How?”
“You’re bloody huge”
He laughed again, and she felt a wave of butterflies. His laugh is… god. It was really something else.
“Thanks, I guess?”
“Must be hard being a bouncer being as quiet as you are?”
He smiled at her. “Eh, I’m not really all that quiet. Just get nervous around pretty girls.”
She looked up at him, a little surprised. “Are you flirting with me?”
“Sorry. Sorry.”
She stopped him. “Don’t apologise for flirting with me, I’m your girlfriend, remember?”
They disposed of their coffee cups, and she took his hand again, making him jump a little again. They walked in silence, and before long, found a nice, secluded spot in the park to walk in circles around.
“So why do you think you get so nervous around girls?”
Ciaran looked like she’d just asked him why the universe existed. “I… I don’t know? Because they’re pretty?”
She shook her head. “D’you get nervous around Kelly? She’s a girl?”
“Yeah, but she’s me cousin? We grew up together. That’s different.”
“Mmmm, true. But she’s a girl. And I’m a girl. The only difference is that one of us is dateable, and one of us is your cousin.”
He blushed. “I know. I know it’s stupid. I’m 22. I should be able to talk to women… I just… god I get so bloody nervous. Like, what if they wanted to…”
“Have you ever slept with a girl?”
He hesitated… and shook his head.
She nodded supportively. “But, you’ve kissed one, right?”
He went silent. “I… yeah, ‘course!”
She studied his face, and he was blushing again. “Have you?”
He furrowed his brow, cringing again. “Once. When I was 16. And it was just a peck.”
Sophie clapped her hand to her mouth. “Oh my god, Ciaran, no. Fuck. No wonder you’re nervous!”
He turned his face away, blushing furiously and groaning. "It just seems like the older I get, the more embarrassing it is."
She shook her head. “Nope. No way. Not happening. You come here right now.”
His face fell, and he looked like he was about to throw up. “What? Why?”
She giggled, and took a step towards him. She could see the terror in his eyes.
She placed her hand on his arm. “Don’t worry! You’ve got nothing to lose, here. You don't have to impress me, or be good at it. We'll just get it out of the way, yeah? Right here, right now!"
He nodded slightly, and she stepped toward him, and placed her hands on either side of his face.
The poor lad was shaking.
“Just relax” she whispered, as she stood on her tip-toes.
She lifted her chin and leaned in, gently tapping the end of her nose against his. She could hear his breath shuddering.
She pulled him closer, brushing her lips against his… but waited. Waited for him to close the miniscule distance. And waited. And waited.
Fuck it.
She pressed her lips to his. He had big, soft lips, and she couldn’t deny… they felt wonderful on hers. But she could feel him shuddering with nerves and his hands were still by his sides.
She was gonna have to do it all.
She felt for his hands, and lifted them, bringing his arms to wrap around her waist. She immediately felt his thumb stroke her through her shirt.
Good boy, that’s it.
She brought her hands back to his face, stroking her nails down the hair on the back of his head.
He sighed into her lips, and immediately pulled back.
“Sorry, I…”
“You’re allowed to make noises. I like it.”
She pulled him back into the kiss, stroking her nails through his hair again, and he sighed again. She placed her hand flat on the back of his neck, holding him to her, as she teased at his lips with her tongue. He seemed to pick up on it, and opened his mouth, immediately matching his tongue’s movements with hers.
He really did have huge arms. They wrapped completely around her, making her feel completely held. Completely surrounded by him. His large, warm hands felt so good on her… this was turning into a fucking awesome kiss.
His arms shifted slightly, and he seemed to hesitate for a moment… but brought one hand to her head, threading his fingers through her hair.
She moaned, and he almost gasped into her, pulling away.
“Sorry, did I hurt you? I…”
“I really like it when you play with my hair.”
He looked surprised, but encouraged. “Oh, okay”
She brought him back into the kiss once more. He probably got the point by now… but… a little more practice couldn’t hurt… right?
Plus… he was getting more and more confident with each second. His hands came back to her hair almost instantly, as the other wrapped around her waist, and she felt…
Hang on… he was pulling her into the kiss.
Good lad. Quick learner.
“Ciaran Mulcahy, is that you?”
They broke apart, and Ciaran looked suddenly nervous. He went to step away from her, but she pulled him closer.
Act the part, Ciaran, you idiot She willed him.
“Fuck, it’s my mate from school.”
“Did you like him?”
“Yeah he’s fun”
“What school’d you go to?”
“Waterford secondary.”
She took his hand, squeezing it gently. As the friend made his way over, Ciaran let go of her hand to greet him with a hug.
“What’re you doin’ in Dublin?” the scruffy-haired man asked.
“Just here for the day” he said
For fuck’s sake, Ciaran. Think. Dating for four months and you’re coming to see your girlfriend for just the day? No!
“Well… and the night” Sophie chuckled.
Ciaran looked terrified, but had enough sense to play along. “Yeah. So goin’ back tomorrow.”
His mate looked impressed… and was sneaking side glances at her.
“And I’m guessin’ this is the famous Sophie?”
She grinned. “Babe, you talk about me so much I’m famous?”
Ciaran looked at her, a little panicked, but she smiled widely at his friend.
“And yes, I’m Sophie.”
“I’m Liam, by the way.”
“Oh wait, the Liam?�� She looked at Ciaran, and he nodded, playing along. “What was it… Waterford Secondary?”
Liam beamed at her. “Yeah! That’s me!”
She threw her arms around him. “It’s so great to finally meet you, I’ve heard so much about you!”
“Oh yeah, like what?” Liam asked, not understanding how inconvenient of a question that was.
Sophie panicked, but shot out a generic teasing response, chuckling. “All sorts of bloody things. None of them good.”
Liam and Ciaran both cracked up laughing.
“But I want to know what kinds of things have been going around about me, that you seem to know about me?” She asked, innocently.
“Oh, just that someone might’ve finally caught our Ciaran’s eye.”
Ciaran laughed, and jumped in. “Well, can you blame me? She’s pretty eye-catching.”
Wow, um, swoon?
Sophie blushed furiously, threading her fingers back into Ciaran’s.
Liam looked between them, smiling. “Well, I was clearly interrupting, so I won't keep you, but Ciaran, if you’re not too busy tonight, we should go for a pint. Sophie, you too!”
Sophie smiled at him. “That sounds great!”
“Yeah, grand!” Ciaran said, smiling at Liam. He squeezed her hand tightly. “I’ll text ye’”
Liam hugged them both, and made his way back in his original direction. And as soon as he was out of view, Ciaran groaned loudly.
“Oh my god, I’m so sorry. You just keep getting roped into more and more shit.”
She laughed.
“It’s okay, I wasn’t doing anything tonight anyway. But unfortunately, that does mean that you and I are spending the afternoon together. I’m going to need a crash course in Ciaran… Fuck, he just said it. Mulcahy?”
He nodded. “What’s yours?”
“Hammond.”
“Right, we know each other’s surnames now. And we’ve kissed.”
She laughed, and sarcastically added “The only two important things in a relationship.”
He nodded, laughing as well, as he took her hand in his. They started off back to Kelly’s bakery, and she felt his thumb gently stroking her hand as they walked. Sophie smiled to herself, as their steps fell in together.
This might be fun after all.
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