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tsimvkas · 4 months

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daylight #02 | it’s nice to have a friend

A/N: MERRY CHRISTMAS BESTIES 🎅🏻🤍 i wanna start saying that i don’t know the christmas’ tradition in england very well since im latina and there’s a hell of a difference but i tried my best. thank you so much for your patience, im already a really slow writer but some things have been making me even slower and i apologise for that 🫶🏻 hope you enjoy it xx

word count: 5.1k | series masterlist | masterlist

content: bsf!mason, fluffy, pregnancy

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You’ve always dreamed about a pretty family of your own, a pregnancy shared with your loved one, both of you discovering this new world together, sharing the fears and the excitement. things about

But since you told Walker about your real pregnancy, you thought it would be a grey and sad nine months. Not even in your best dreams this pregnancy would be full of joy and happiness, and then, since you told Mason about you felt warm and bright again.

Mason had to go back to London the same day due to his hectic routine, but he assured he would do his best to visit you often, besides making you promise you would reach out to his mom if you ever needed anything and for some reason your parents couldn’t help you.

After he left, you instantly called your favourite girl. Sarah showed up at your front door in five minutes, always so curious — but also so supportive.

You told her everything, from the moment you took the first test to when Mason left your house. She scolded you, saying you should’ve told her the moment you found out, but immediately giving you a hug.

Now she goes to your house almost everyday and Mason tries his best to call you every night. Then, she accompanied you to do your blood test that same week, where you found out you were already one month pregnant.

Your mom already bought the baby’s first body and you saw your dad looking for mini Portsmouth FC jerseys. They’re always asking you how you’ve been feeling, and even though she tried to be discreet you know your mom is paying more attention to you.

It’s good to know you have so many people to count on.

They were also all there when you went to your first ultrasound, when you were seven weeks pregnant. It was a horrific experience.

You knew the first one is different, what they call transvaginal ultrasound, but you weren’t exactly prepared for it. You're only twenty, after all. In that moment, you realised you’re actually still your dad’s baby.

Your doctor was rude and inappropriate. He kept asking where the father was, if you knew what a condom is and he wouldn’t even look at your face. Your dad took you out of the doctor’s office before you could lay down on the stretcher.

Two weeks later, you still haven’t taken the exam, and that’s why Mason has been on the phone with you for the past ten minutes, convincing you to do it.

“You need to take the exam, Y/N. It’s important to monitor the pregnancy from month one.” his voice sounded understanding but also severe.

“I know. It’s just… the first doctor was so rude with me and I already hate going to hospitals so now I’m just trying to postpone it as much as possible”

Mason sighed, having been told what happened by your dad.

“I’m sorry I wasn’t there to break his jaw and make him swallow his own tongue, but I can come over to your next appointment” his words made you smile. You really like how protective Mason is, how his voice changes when he’s mad.

“You don’t need to. My dad will be at home-”

“So it’ll be me and your dad” he interrupted you. “I wanna go, see how it works”

“Fine” you chuckled. “I’ll make an appointment for mid-week then”

“Good” Mason hummed, his sleepy voice making you giggle. Suddenly, he changed the subject. “Are you still a Chelsea fan? I mean-”

You thought it was a weird question, but it didn’t take you long to figure out why he was asking you this.

“You play for Chelsea, don’t you?” you asked back.

After a few minutes in silence, Mason sighed.

“But he used to play for Chelsea too” he murmured, sounding insecure.

You felt like throwing up at the mention of Walker, and your heart ached with how sad Mason sounded at the idea of you now hating his club.

Taking a deep breath, you tried your best to fill your voice with reassurance. To make him feel safe.

“Which team do you play for, Mason?”

“Chelsea” he muttered, his voice barely audible.

“Then I’m a Chelsea fan” you reassured him. “You are my best friend. Whichever the club you chose to play for, I’ll be there in the stands for you”

“Good” he chuckled, relief overflowing through his voice. “That’s good, ‘cause I might have bought her something”

For a few seconds, you got confused about what he was saying since sleepy Mason didn't bother saying whatever is on his mind. Then you remembered that, besides you and him there’s only one person he could be talking about.

“Her?” you asked again, not thinking about your baby as a girl or a boy yet. You don’t even know what you want, since both options seem so incredibly great.

“It’s a girl” he said confidently. “I can feel it”

“How?”

“I don’t know, I just want her to be” he giggled, yawning. “I wanna be a girl’s dad”

Your heart skipped a beat. In the time you took to answer, Mason was already knocked out.

—

“Something weird happened” you started to tell Sarah, but suddenly you wanted to keep Mason’s words to yourself.

“What?” she looked at you. She was at your house, as always since you got pregnant, when your father told you he was ready, so Sarah decided to come with you to your appointment.

“Uhm- nothing” you tried to change her attention. “Mason is coming today”

“Of course he is” she smirked. “Daddy duties, right?”

You rolled your eyes, but your heart pounded with her words.

“Stop! Don’t you dare say something like this in front of him” you pointed a finger to her face.

It was Sarah’s turn to roll her eyes.

“Fine, we can’t let Mase know you have a crush on him since you’re twelve” she teased you. “At least I’ll get to be your baby’s favourite aunt since they won’t call him uncle if he’s mommy’s boyfriend”

“Oh shut up, Sarah” you slapped the back of her head. “Mason is my best friend, just like you”

“That’s why you told me first instead of calling someone who lives in another city?”

“Shut up” you felt your cheeks warm, and she laughed at you.

“Oh, look who’s here! We were talking about you, Mase!” Sarah got up and you froze.

Mason kissed her cheek before hugging you tight.

“What about me could be that interesting for you two to talk about?” he raised an eyebrow at you, and you looked at Sarah with widened eyes.

“Your new haircut” she lied and Mason looked at her, confused.

“But I haven’t-”

“Y/N?” the doctor called, and you thanked the universe before following her.

When Mason was about to follow you, Sarah held his arm.

“You’ll enter the doctor’s office with her?”

“Can’t I?”

“You know… that it’s like… they’ll check the baby through where the baby comes out” she tried to explain, miming.

“Oh, that’s it? I’ll- I’ll just ask her if she wants me to stay here”

“So you still wanna go inside, uh?” Sarah teased him. Teasing is her specialty.

“Stop, it’s not like that. I told her I’d be here to protect her, after what happened with the last one” Mason explained, but he couldn’t hide his red cheeks.

“Cute. But ‘it’s not like that’ doesn’t work with me, Mase. I know you booth” Sarah hummed.

When you put your head out of the doctor's office to call them Sarah quickly entered, leaving Mason standing in front of the door.

“Do you want me to stay outside?” he awkwardly asked you.

“Why would I?”

“Sarah told me that the exam is pretty intimate”

“It’s ok. You can close your eyes” you shrugged, taking him by hand. “C’mon, you’re here to be my bodyguard”

Mason giggled, but followed you inside. Knowing your best friend would be there with you, your dad decided to come back to work after dropping you and Sarah, since he would lose the day, so it was only the three of you.

You honestly think it’s really funny how he loves and respects Mason to the point he would let him witness his own grandson’s first ultrasound, saying “I’ll stay for the next one” before leaving. It sounds a bit crazy when you think about it.

When your doctor, a woman in her thirties, explained the whole procedure to you, you changed into a hospital gown and laid on the stretcher. Sarah was sitting next to you, in the chair they usually leave there for the father, and Mason stayed on the other side of the stretcher, with his eyes closed since you came back from the bathroom.

Your doctor prepared the equipment, warning you she was about to start the exam. You felt the initial discomfort and squeezed Sarah’s hand instantly looking for Mason’s, receiving a gentle squeeze back. From his angle he couldn’t actually see you exposed, but he was being so cute with his eyes closed so you left it like that.

While you listened to new information about your baby, you felt your heart grow fonder. For a moment, you also felt guilty that your parents weren’t the first ones to experience this moment with you, but your mother couldn’t due to work and you’re pretty sure your father isn’t ready to realise his daughter is a grown woman now.

When Sarah whispered ‘are you okay?’ after noticing your tears, you knew that for some reason they were the right ones to be with you in this exact moment.

“Yeah, I’m just happy” you smiled at her. “Mase, look at the screen”

“I can’t. My eyes are closed” he murmured seriously, making you giggle.

“You can open them, don’t worry” Sarah reassured him, laying her head beside yours.

Mason opened his eyes reluctantly and they widened when he found the monitor.

“Is that her?” he giggled before pouting. “Oh, so tiny. Y/N, you’re baking the tiniest pie in the world”

“Silly” you muttered, your cheeks hurting for how wide you were smiling. Mason searched for your eyes, his cheeks turning red when he saw you were already looking at him. You could see how emotional the moment was for him, nodding so he would know you appreciated his presence.

When the doctor talked to you again and everybody’s attention was on her, Mason whipped his eyes.

—

“You should come visit me” Mason rubbed your belly, drawing gentle circles. “I mean… you could stay with me and our families could come to Christmas and then to New Year’s”

The pair of you were laid on your bed with Sarah whilst your mother was downstairs, preparing dinner. Everything was perfect with your new doctor, and now you are excited for your next appointments, to see your belly growing.

“Why would you want that?” you teased, knowing he just misses being around his closest friends.

“I feel like I’m missing your belly bump” he pouted, just like a kid. “You’re almost four months pregnant and I only saw you like… five times since you told me”

“Yeah, Sarah is already claiming she’ll be the baby’s favourite” you giggled, leaving the rest of your friend's words out. Sarah shrugged and Mason poked his tongue out, like a child. “You know there’s still five more months, right? But I would love to, Mase”

“Good, ‘cause I might need a little help to put up my Christmas tree” he laughed, and you felt his chest vibrating. “And I have a lot of presents for her”

“You’re so confident that it’s a girl”

“I know it is” he shrugged.

“Thank you for the invitation, Mason” Sarah messed up with him, taking his hand off of you so she could caress your belly too.

“Don’t be dramatic. I said ‘our families can join us for Christmas’, so you’re included” he rolled his eyes, hitting her hand.

“But you’re inviting Y/N to spend weeks at yours” she playfully pouted, taking his hand off again. Mason huffed in annoyance.

“You see her everyday, don’t be selfish”

“Fine. You wanna be alone with her, got it. She’s all yours”

Mason shrugged and hummed in content when Sarah finally let his hand where it was. You stayed silent, without knowing how to read his action. Two minutes later, your mom called you all for dinner.

—

Mason picked you up two weeks before Christmas, to spend some time in London before the holidays, and you think you could never thank him enough for that. You were four months pregnant now, the crazy hormones and morning sickness getting the best of you, and even though you love your mom, she was slightly suffocating you over the past weeks.

You need fresh air and distractions, things London can give you.

You slept during the whole drive, knocked out by a medicine for your sickness. Mason drove in silence, humming a few songs and checking on you every so often.

Since you were still sleeping when he parked in front of his house, he took your things inside and settled them in the guest room before coming back to gently wake you.

After the initial confusion, you held his hand and Mason helped you get out of the car, slowly guiding you to the front door.

“You had a good nap?” he teased you, opening the front door for you and giggling when your cheeks turned red.

“Sorry for leaving you on your own”

“Watching you sleep is quite peaceful, don’t worry” he poked your cheek, closing the door behind you. “Welcome to my place”

You looked around. It’s a cosy place, even though from the outside you could already tell that Mason’s house is huge. He recently moved and this is the first time you’re visiting this one, so you were surprised with how different it is from the other one.

But, at the same time, something felt weird. Your eyes were immediately burning with tears when you pictured him alone in his living room, wandering around the house, cooking by himself.

“It’s so big” you pouted, turning to face him. “And you live here alone. You sleep alone and eat alone and when you finish training you come back to an empty house”

Mason was smiling when you turned to him, frowning in confusion when he saw you started to cry.

“It’s the life I chose, baby. Don’t need to cry, it’s not that bad. My family is always visiting and I have teammates coming over every week. And you’re here now. You can stay as long as you want” he stroked your cheeks. “Sarah can stay after the holidays, you can enjoy the capital together”

You were still pouting, fat and hot tears spilling down your face. It felt weird to cry for something you would usually not feel so affected by.

Not even your emotions were yours anymore?

“I think I need a cuddle” you whimpered. Mason giggled, the most beautiful sound you’ve ever heard, before letting your stuff near the door and guide you to his living room. “Don’t laugh”

“Sorry” he laughed again, sitting on his couch and pulling you closer. “You’re just too cute”

You sat beside him, resting your face on his shoulder and sighing when he wrapped his arms around yours.

“Being pregnant sucks sometimes” you vented. “I keep crying and feeling sick and crying more”

“I’m sorry pookie. I don’t think there’s anything I can do to help you, but I’ll always be here to cuddle you, yeah?” he kissed your forehead.

You hugged him tighter, chuckling when he laid on the sofa bringing you with him. After a few minutes like this, you tickled his waist.

“So, where’s your Christmas tree?”

“About that…” Mason chuckled, burying his nose in your hair.

—

Four hours later, you were finally at his house again after a whole afternoon looking for the perfect tree.

Mason wanted to choose the first he saw, but you decided to do things properly. His family would come and you wanted them to be proud of their boy, living alone and with a decent tree.

And then you needed to buy Christmas lights and ornaments.

“What do you mean, they don’t come with the tree?” Mason confusedly looked at you when you asked him to drive to the store, the proof he is the biggest mama’s boy in the world.

Deciding on the colour turned out to be a torturously slow process. Mason wanted a blue Christmas because of Chelsea, but at the same time he liked the red ornaments, and you just stayed there waiting for his decision and telling him to make a full white tree.

An hour later, he chose the white ones.

Now, you're back at home and after receiving the tree you have all you need to start decorating, but Mason has other plans.

“Leave it there” he told you when you started opening the ornaments boxes. “We’ve been out for hours, you need to eat first”

“But-”

“No, you’re in my house, I make the rules” he smirked, stretching his body. “What about you take a shower for me and I make us dinner”

“I’m not actually hungry” you pouted at him, but Mason still sent you upstairs to take a relaxing shower.

He has settled your stuff in the guest room closest to his own room, in case you would need anything during the night.

After a warm shower, you came back downstairs and found him still in the kitchen, moving his hips to All I Want For Christmas Is You. Recording a short video of him before being noticed, you got closer to see what he was preparing.

Just when you looked over his shoulder, your stomach growled, and Mason chuckled.

“Not really hungry, uh?” he teased you,

“It smells good” you shrugged.

“I’m a chef, Y/N”

“I still remember the day you burnt our popcorn, Mase” you giggled, walking to his dining room.

“Shhh, this is in the past” he put your plate on the table. “Now I’m a pro at cooking”

“Good, I don’t want my baby starving when you’re taking care of her”

“I’ll be the best for her, I swear” he smiled, poking your cheek.

—

Two weeks with Mason seemed like two days. Between training, a game away and a game at Stamford — which he made you attend to, the pair of you went to Christmas markets, some Christmas shopping and also visited a lot of baby’s stores.

He was obsessed.

Every tiny shirt, sweater, mini shoes. He wanted to buy them all. You told him he didn’t need to at least a million times, that you don’t even know the gender yet, but his answers was always “we can get the white one then” or “I’m sure it’s a girl”, so you came back to his place with a lot of

You also attended Chilly’s birthday reunion. He called all his football mates to waste their free meal with lots of pizza and beer.

You tried to eat with them, but in the end Mason spent a whole time holding your hair in Ben’s restroom. You apologised, not wanting him to lose the party with his friends, but he kept telling you were more important, and even though you were feeling ashamed, your heart pounded with how much you love having a friend like him.

The night before Christmas Eve you went to bed earlier, your stomach feeling weird all day. You were sleeping for about half an hour when a loud thunder woke you up in a second.

With your heart beating like crazy, you sat with widened eyes.

When another one crossed the sky, even louder, you felt your body start to tremble. Getting up from bed, you walked through the dark hall, tiptoeing to Mason’s room and slowly opening his door.

At first you thought of waking him up so you wouldn’t be alone, but his peaceful expression and his slight snore left you with no courage to do so.

His mouth was slightly open and his hair was in all directions, the blanket hugging his waist, leaving you with the sight of his bare chest.

You didn’t have the heart to disturb him, so you started to walk out of the room when Mason stirred.

“Y/N? What’s wrong?” he stretched his body, his raspy and sleepy voice making you forget about the storm for a couple of seconds. When another lightning cut the silence, Mason sat. “Oh baby, c’mere”

He tapped the spot beside him, quickly checking if he wore his sleep shorts before going to bed last night.

“Being afraid of storms is so cliche” you groaned, climbing his bed. “Sorry, I didn’t want to wake you”

“Don’t be silly. It’s been raining for how long?” he lifted the sheet so you could get under it.

“Twenty minutes I think”

“You should’ve woken me earlier” he yawned. “We can put a movie to distract you”

You shook your head, not wanting to disturb his routine.

“You need to sleep”

Mason brushed your hair out of your face, rolling his eyes at you.

“I won’t let you alone to deal with one of your biggest fears”

“Being with you is enough to ease the fear” you smiled at him. “Do you think I can listen to your heartbeat?”

“Wow, this is so gay” he teased, opening his arms for you. “C’mere pookie, if you want a cuddle just say it”

“I want a cuddle” you giggled, getting closer to him and resting your face on his chest. “And you have a strong heart, it’ll block the storm’s noises”

“Good” he squeezed your body, brushing his lips against your forehead. “Feel free to wake me up if you need me”

“Mm-hmm” you hummed, kissing his chest.

Mason wasn’t able to stop his heart from beating insanely fast. None of you talked about how good and right it felt to wake up with your legs interlocked, Mason’s fingers running down your back whilst he hummed ‘good morning’.

“Good morning, Mase” you replied, stretching your body. You awkwardly tried to get off his body, and he tickled your waist to ease the tension.

“Merry Christmas Eve” Mason hummed, poking your cheek. Being awake for the last twenty minutes and watching you sleep on his chest, he wasn’t ready to let the moment go yet.

“Merry Christmas Eve, Mase. I love you”

“I love you too” he grinned. “You were able to sleep?”

“Yeah, I barely heard any thunder or lightning” because your heart is strong and your chest is warm and your body is huge, you wanted to add, but you didn’t.

“Good. I think we overslept” he giggled. “I mean, you overslept, but I couldn’t wake you up and then I was afraid to move so I came back to sleep and… it’s almost afternoon”

“Mase! You should’ve woken me up”

“Nah, it’s ok. Christmas ain’t going anywhere. And I was thinking” he hummed. “When the pie you’re baking is finally here we’ll have to do the elf thing”

You giggled, picturing Mason trying to record fake videos of an elf flying around the house.

“Correction: you’ll have to do the elf thing. I’ll just enjoy it” you smiled before getting up so you could start to get things ready for the Christmas dinner.

As every rich man, Mason has someone who cleans his house for him. You met the girl during the week, and thanks to her everything is clean for the holidays and you just needed to keep it like that.

After tidying up the kitchen while Mason organised his five guest rooms, you started to decorate his living room and he also tidied up the restroom. When everything was done, you and Mason setted the table and decorated the dining room.

Giggling, Mason attached a mistletoe to one of the two dining room entrances.

“My dad asked me to do it, so he can surprise my mom” he explained, smiling shyly at you.

“Mase! This is so cute” you squeezed his shoulders from behind. “You’re such a good son. I bet one you’ll be the best of fathers”

Mason only shrugged, trying to hide how happy your words made him.

For a second, you imagined how different things would be if Mason was your boyfriend instead of Walker. If he was the one sharing this pregnancy with you.

Then you shook your head and went upstairs, so you could get ready for dinners

—

Yours, his and Sarah’s families went to Mason’s house for Christmas Eve dinner. Since he’s playing on Boxing Day, you all thought about something different so he could rest during the actual Christmas Day.

So, when you finished decorating and cleaning, you and Mason started to get ready, and it wasn’t long until they were all there.

Mason knocked to let you know everyone had arrived, but you weren’t feeling confident on your skin. You asked him to call Sarah, but you should’ve known that his protectiveness would get the best of im, and in a second Mason was inside your room, asking you what was wrong.

“I don’t feel like myself” you pouted, trying not to cry or your make up would be ruined. “I know it’s been growing gradually and I should be getting used to it, but wearing a dress kind of made it more real? It’s me, but it’s not and I feel weird”

Mason walked closer, standing behind you and looking in your eyes through the mirror.

“You are… stunning, Y/N” he smiled at you, and you suddenly felt shy. “And the bump is adorable, pookie. Don’t be shy about it. It’s part of your body now, yeah? And it’s so beautiful”

You broke eye contact, his shining eyes overwhelming you, but the way he looked at you made you feel warm. Truly loved by your best friend, the person who saw your good days and the bad ones too.

“Thank you, Mase” you turned to face him, offering him a big smile.

“C’mere” he opened his arms, and you immediately hugged him. “It’s your first Christmas as a mum, let’s get the best of it. I know what you’re thinking but he doesn’t deserve to be the reason why you’re doubting yourself, because you shouldn't doubt yourself in the first place. Just because he chose the opposite doesn’t mean anyone wouldn’t chose you”

Your heart pounded at his words and how well he knows you.

“I love you” you muttered, and Mason kissed your forehead.

“I love you more. C’mon, I’m starving” he giggled.

In the end, it turned out to be one of the best nights you had in a while. Every person had brought a dish, and they all put their presents underneath Mason’s tree. It was a night full of jokes, laughter, love and good food.

Your mom tried to help you with what to eat, and you made it through the dinner without problems.

But even though you were happy and surrounded by people you love, you couldn’t stop yourself from thinking how your Christmas would’ve been if Walker were still with you. Then, hearing your family and friends laughing and sharing histories made you feel guilty about thinking of someone who doesn’t want to be there, nor deserve it.

The night ended early, only a few minutes past midnight, and Summer, the only one who didn’t know about your pregnancy yet, was in bed since 10pm. Everybody wished their goodnights, promising to wake up early so they could all open the presents together.

After helping everyone to find their bedroom, Mason found you in the dining room when you were coming back from the kitchen, already wearing your fluffy pyjamas.

“Are you ok?” he raised an eyebrow at you, worried.

You smiled, finding his puppy and drunk eyes adorable.

“I’m alright Mase. What about you? I can put you in bed if you need to”

“Haha, funny. Even though I would love to, I’m just a bit tipsy” he poked your sides, making you chuckle. “Thank you pookie, it was an incredible night and I’m sure I wouldn’t be able to do it by myself”

“It was a really nice night, I’m happy you enjoyed” you smiled, kissing his cheek and starting to walk out of the dining table. “But now… someone needs to sleep”

Mason nodded, but he seemed to remember something after a few seconds, asking you to wait. You stopped on your feet between the dining room and the hall, waiting for him.

He knelt in front of you, holding your waist so he could brush his nose on your belly.

“Merry Christmas, tiny pie” he gave it a quick peck. “Next one you’ll be running around”

At the same time you felt shy, you also felt glad. You know he’ll always be there for your baby.

When he got on his feet again, Mason kissed your forehead. He was about to wish you goodnight when something fell between the pair of you, and your heart skipped a beat when you realised it was the mistletoe he put there earlier.

“Sorry” Mason choked and gasped at the same time, and remembering he wasn’t exactly sober made it even funnier. “I forgot”

“No problem” you smiled at him, giggling when he hid it behind his back with red cheeks.

“We can pretend it didn’t happened” he whispered, and for a second you felt insecure, unsure that maybe he didn’t want to.

But then his cheeks became even redder and you wanted to do it.

“I mean… it was on top of us” you shrugged. “Can’t fool the universe”

“We don’t have to-”

“You play Arsenal next week” you interrupted him, and you could almost see his brain trying to work. “Can’t risk your luck”

“Yeah, I can’t risk my luck” he shyly giggled. You thought he was even cuter standing there with hazy eyes, playing with the hem of his shirt. “But I don’t want us to be awkward about it”

Then you leaned on his shoulders and stood on your toes so you could face him properly, and gently pecked his lips. Mason held your waist, his other hand cupping your chin before he brushed his lips against yours, giving you multiple little kisses.

You brushed his hair out of his forehead and kissed the tip of his nose.

“See? No friendships ruined” you smiled. Mason smiled too, finding it hard to speak, and you giggled knowing he needed to sleep. “Good night, Mase”

With a last peck you quickly ran upstairs, questioning if this was the gift Santa brought you this year.

-> next chapter

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cameronspecial · 4 months

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Before The Last Petal Falls (Part 9)

Pairing: Rafe Cameron x Reader

Warnings: Mention of Getting Sober and maybe Drugs

Pronouns: She/Her

Word Count: 2.4K

Summary: A little snooping helps Y/N come to a major realization that changes the cousr of her life.

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Y/N heard Rafe was released from the hospital and she hasn’t been to see him since she found the chain, which she still is wearing. She’s been thinking over everything and trying to sort out her emotions before she offers her help to him in a conscious state. She decides she is finally ready to face him and knocks on the door of Tannyhill. Sarah is the one to answer the door with a smile on her face. She reaches over to give Y/N a hug, “Hey, how are you?” Y/N returns the hug with a small smile. “I’m okay. I mean with everything going on, it’s as good as it is going to get. I’m actually here to talk to Rafe. Could you get him for me, please?” Sarah just shakes her head apologetically, “I’m sorry, but he isn’t here right now. But you can wait in his room if you want.” Y/N takes the offer and heads up to Rafe’s bedroom.

Waiting in the room she used to consider her own gets a little boring, so she decides to be her nosy self and look around. She knows she shouldn’t, but curiosity gets the best of her. She wants to see how much his room has changed since they broke up. The exploration begins with his dresser drawers. He still keeps it organized how she rearranged it one lazy afternoon. She then moves onto his desk. Paperwork litters his desk and picture frames can be found on the back edge of the desk. She notices that a few are empty and others are filled with family photos. She opens the top drawer to find photos of her and him. The ones that used to be in the picture frames on the desk. She gives a sad smile at the memories they made.

The final place she looks at is his bookshelf. There are a lot more books on it than the last time she saw it and she beams at the idea of him keeping the hobby even after they broke up. She glances over the books they read together, fingers trailing over the spines. Her fingers stop at a familiar-looking book set that is missing the first novel. It was the special Percy Jackson book set, which matches The Lightning Thief that Rafe annotated for her eighteenth birthday. She knew he probably got the other books in the set, but never really put any thought as to what he did with the other books. She takes one out of the books out and flips through the pages. She is surprised to see the same blue ink from her first annotated book. The page she lands on is the one where Percy talks about printing out the picture Annabeth sent him. Rafe had written: ‘I totally did that to every single photo Mason sent me with you in it. I definitely didn’t know that was why I did it, but subconscious me totally knew I was in love with you.’

Y/N didn’t know she was crying until her tears started to fall on the page. She closes the books to check the other ones for annotations. Every single one she opens is also annotated and not sparse. The pages are filled with blue ink, which Rafe uses to bare his soul to her. Even after their breakup, he still continued the gift that she loved so much. How did she know that he didn’t annotate the books with the one he had given her? Well, it’s because he had talked about the break-up in his annotations. He talks about how much he is hurting. How turning toward drugs helped him forget about her. How much he misses her. It’s all in there within the pages of four books. Her emotions run wild at the honesty in these pages because some of his comments aren’t sugar-coated.

Waiting for Rafe feels as though it is taking forever and with the overwhelming feeling she has right now, she needs to find him. And she knows exactly where he is like she is being pulled in by a fishing line.

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She finds him exactly where she thought she would, sitting on the sandy beach. He is looking out to the sea so his back is facing her. Rafe hears her footsteps approaching, but he doesn’t turn toward her. She sits down beside him and brings her legs to her chest. He glances over to her, noticing his rose chain fall out from under her shirt. “So that’s where that went,” he ponders out loud. Y/N gives a shy grin, turning away from him to try to hide her embarrassment of being caught, “Yeah, sorry about that. I didn’t know you kept it, let alone still wore it.”

“Uhh, yeah. I… umm… tried to get rid of it, actually. I came down here when I was back home for Thanksgiving and threw it into the ocean. But I quickly realized how much I still needed it and spent hours looking for it in the water. I kept it as proof that you actually loved me.”

Y/N turns to him with unbelieving eyes, “Of course I love you. Cameron, you are my first love.”

“Y-you love me? As in you still do?”

“Yeah, I do and I think you do too. Cameron, I found the other annotated books.”

“The one in my room? The Percy Jackson ones?”

“Yes, I may have done a little snooping when I went to check on you at home first.”

He lets out a little chuckle and takes a chance by bringing her closer with his arms. She allows him to do so and rests her head against his shoulder. “It became like my therapy after we broke up. Every year, the day before your birthday, I let myself think about you in any way that I wanted. I didn’t try to suppress my feelings and instead, let myself feel them,” he explains to her. She nods her head in understanding. There is a moment of silence before Y/N breaks it, “I thought we lost you, Cameron. I was so scared when Mace called.”

“I know, my rose. I am so sorry that I scared you like that. I didn’t mean to scare you.”

They both smile at the usage of their old nicknames. They let themselves take in the feeling of nostalgia. It all feels so familiar and warm. “Cameron, you need to get sober. For good this time. We can’t go through a scare like that again, especially if we actually lose you. This time, I’m going to help you though. I promise that I won’t let you go through this alone,” she tells him, looking into his eyes.

“I know, you’re right. I want to get sober, not only for you but for myself. I have to let myself start feeling my emotions again. And I think your help would really be good for me. I think we are good for each other.”

“Just because I’m helping you with this, it doesn’t mean we are getting back together. I may have put a pause on my relationship with Cole, but I am still with Cole. I just think we are too different from each other. We aren’t a good match.”

She turns away from him to look at the ocean. He places his finger under her chin and turns her towards him. “That isn’t true. I know we have our problems to work through, but, my rose, there is no one else I’d rather work through my issues with. I know we are meant to be with each other and if I have to wait an eternity for you, then I will. Not that I’m trying to pressure you, but you are it for me,” he promises to her. Y/N looks into his eyes with tears swelling in hers, “If we do this, then we have to make some serious changes. You would need to get sober and I would need to learn how to talk to you about my feelings. We can’t keep making the same mistakes. We would have a lot of things to work through. Together.” “I can work with that.” He grins at her and begins to bring his lips closer to his, but she stops him.

“I know that I said we could give us another shot, but I am still technically dating Cole. Before we do anything, I need to break things off with him officially. Is that okay?” she asks. Rafe just smiles at her placing his lips on her forehead, “That is more than okay.”

——

Cole knew what was coming before Y/N even opened her mouth. The pitiful smile she gives him as she enters the restaurant is a dead giveaway of her plans. She sits across from him in the booth and takes his hands into hers. “You’re breaking up with me,” he states without a single hint of it being a question. Her smile turns tight-lipped and nods, “I’m sorry.”

“It’s okay, I’m just lucky I got my time with you. At least I can say I dated a famous author. But I knew it was always going to be him.”

Y/N gives a little laugh at the joke he gives but gives him another small smile, “It’s funny how everyone keeps telling me that.”

“Well, anyone can see it. You guys would do anything for each other and I should’ve known the universe would eventually bring you guys back together.”

“Yeah, I guess you’re right. Cole, I hope you know that I really am sorry about breaking up with you. You don’t deserve how I treated you while we were dating and when we went on a date in our first year.”

“Hey, don’t say that. You gave me all the love that you could and it is not your fault that you just didn’t have the same amount that I have for you. Maybe, if I had met you first, we would’ve been together. I like to think that in another lifetime, that’s what happened to us.”

“That would be nice, but in this lifetime, my prince is waiting for me at the beach.”

——

Rafe didn’t wait for Y/N the whole time on the beach like he said he would. Instead, he went to Tannyhill to get something he thought he desperately needed. He is back on the beach by the time she returns. She sees him down by the water with his feet in the water and takes off her shoes to join him. She runs into his arms. He picks her up and twirls her around as she giggles. He stops the twirling but keeps her up in the air. Y/N places her forehead against his and grins at him. He reaches up to kiss her and this time she lets his lips press onto hers. Rafe puts her back down on the sand.

“Let’s dance,” he whispers to her. She gives him a questioning look, “Cameron, there isn’t any music.” “That’s okay, the waves can be our music. Just dance, please,” he begs, taking her into his arms. They sway to the sound of the waves, her skirt gently kissing the sand as they move and his hair being blown in every direction from the light breeze. The moment is the most perfect one they’ve had since the break-up. They both don’t want it to end. However, for what Rafe is about to do, he needs to stop the moment. He pulls away from her and gives her a nervous smile. His nerves make her anxious. When he gets down on one knee, she finally understands why he looks that way.

“I know that you probably think I am crazy for doing this right now and that we just got back together. But I have known that I was going to marry you since I was five years old and I was blown away by your pettiness. Now, you are probably worried about this affecting how I get sober, but I promise we don’t need to get married until I am sober for however long you deem. So here I am, asking you to marry me because you are truly the only one for me,” Rafe proposes, pulling out the ring box.

He opens the box to reveal the engagement ring and she is astonished at the ring sitting within it. The ring that sits inside the box is one she recognizes from when they were twelve. Y/N, Mason, and Rafe went to the jewelry store with Cassie. She needed to get her wedding ring cleaned. The children were looking at the rings while Cassie was occupied with the store employee. Y/N had pointed out a unique engagement ring which had a red garnet gem instead of the traditional diamond. She loved that the gem was her birthstone and declared that she wanted her own engagement ring to be like the one in front of her. What she didn’t know was that after they left the store, Rafe returned the day after and bought the ring with the allowance he had been saving up for a new watch.

Y/N stares at the ring and feels the tears falling down her face. She drops to straddle the one leg propped up and wraps her arm around his neck. “I would love to marry you. I can’t believe you found a replica of the ring from when we were twelve,” she watches with loving eyes as he places the ring on her finger. He wraps one arm around her waist to keep her steady and awkwardly scratches the back of his neck with the other. “Umm, this is actually the same ring you saw. I went back the next day and bought it with the money I was going to use for my watch,” he admits. She looks down at him with a smile, “Cameron, you didn’t?! I remember how excited you were about getting that watch. If I remember correctly, it took you a year after we visited the jewelry store to get that watch.” “It did, but it was totally worth it if it led us to this moment right here. I got my fiancée and the watch, so I think I won,” he jokes. Y/N shakes her head and nudges his shoulder.

The two let out a laugh and looked into each other eyes. This moment feels like the entire world has been shifted back onto its axis. It feels so right and filled with love that they can’t remember what it was like when they weren’t together. They give each other another kiss to celebrate the moment they become soon-to-be wife and husband.

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Memories: First meeting and date (Y/N Ulrich Universe)

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June 2022

After the ending of filming of Scream 5 on 2020 and the many delays due to the pandemic and the different variants of the virus, the film was already out which gained a good reception, and the sixth one was green lighted to film, you and your dad traveled to Montreal (due to both of you being on the movie) to reunite with the cast and meet the new additions of the cast

Arriving at the hotel where the rest of the crew will be staying, you and your dad left your luggage in your asigned room before going to the terrace where everyone will be there

"Don't you think is funny that they are going to let us stay during the whole filming even though we're only going to appear for a few minutes?", you asked your dad while walking to the terrace

"It's a bit funny, but it would be better than be her only for a day", Skeet pointed, "We get to hang out with everyone, and you are now free of doing homework"

"So this would be my graduation trip?", you joked, "With people who are a bit older than me, and some even married?"

"Yeah!", Skeet exclaimed, "We could call your friends and invite them to come here and hang out, and maybe there's going to be someone your age, remember that are some new actors"

"Dad, Sarah, Abby, Scott and Noah are already on college or doing what they wanted", you replied, "And maybe you're right, besides, I haven't seen who the new actors are, I was kinda focused on the fact that aunt Neve isn't going to be here"

"It's going to be difficult to have a movie without her, but she made a good decision by rejecting a payment that isn't worth her value", Skeet pointed, "That's a lesson I want you and your siblings to have no matter what you do in your future, understood?"

Nodding in response, both of you continued to walk until the door to the terrace was seen, which both of you crossed seeing the whole cast in the lounge area

"There's the freshly graduated!", Melissa exclaimed the moment both of you enter her camp of vision

"Half fictional sister!", you exclaimed running to hug her, "I missed you"

"I missed you too", Melissa replied, "Congratulations on the graduation and the campaign with H&M"

"Thank you, also congratulations on the Clinique ambassador"

After saying a general hi, and seeing how there wasn't any apparent seats because your dad took the only one left, you stood akwardly in the middle of the lounge

"There's a space next to Jack", Melissa said pointing behind you

Turning around, you saw a curly haired (and cute) boy smiling and waving at you, at what you walked there to sit next to him while he made more space for you to not be too thight

"Hi, I'm Jack", he presented himself handing out one of his hands, "Nice to meet you"

"I'm Y/N", you responded taking his hand, "Nice to meet you too"

After knowing Jack more after that first night and the first week of filming which started with the Halloween party (in which you had a small interaction with Jack and Mason's characters), yours and Jack so awaited date was on saturday (in which both of your parents were going to be there but giving you space)

Early that day, after having breakfast, you recieved a floral arrangement from Jack with a small note that read:

Can't wait for our date tonight, in the meanwhile, I send you this arrangement that made me think of you

Jack

Due to the bit of chill weather of Montreal during afternoon, you decided to use a light green drawstring long sleeve crop top and washed black high waist straight leg jeans with white nike air force ones and your hair lose on the back

"Hey dad", you called him getting out of the bathroom, "Do you think I'm underdressed for a date?"

"Nah, you look good to go to an amusment park", Skeet shrudded, "Wait a minute, are you nervous?"

"A bit", you sighed returning to the bathroom to do your eyeliner, "I mean, this is my first date after Spencer and I broke up, and that was a three month relationship during sophomore year, so yeah, I'm nervous"

"You like Jack", that wasn't even a question

"Maybe", you admited, "Do you think the black Prada nylon purse is too much?"

"That's a cute bag, goes good with the outfit"

After being ready and taking your purse and 'folklore' cardigan, both of you went down to the hotel lobby where Jack and his mom, Anna, were waiting for you

"They're here", Anna said to Jack brushing his hair a little, "She looks beautiful"

"Hi", Jack greeted when you stopped in front of him, "You look gorgeous"

"Hi", you replied with a smile, "Thanks, you look good as well, and thank you for the flowers, they're beautiful"

"I'm glad you liked them"

A few minutes later, the four of you started the way towards La Ronde, which was the most popular amusement park in the city

Arriving there, both of you entered the park with your parents following a few metters behind

"I like your cardigan", Jack said pointing at the piece of clothing in your arms

"Thanks", you smiled, "It's from Taylor Swift's album 'folklore', she has a song in that album named 'Cardigan' and she had them on the website"

"So, you like Taylor?"

"I love her, she's one of my favorite artist, she has amazing songs and the fact she always rises up whenever someone or something tries to drag her down is inspiring"

"In that case, what's your favorite album of her?"

"Reputation, followed close by Speak Now and folklore, so, what's your type of music?"

"Like angry hip hop, Meek Mill is awesome and Drake's old music, and basically every kind"

"I've heard some Drake songs, but nothing of Meek Mill"

"I could send you some of his songs, what do you think?"

"Sounds good, and I could send you some of Taylor"

"I love the idea"

Walking around the place and talking, both of you stopped in a game of knocking down silly clowns

"Which one do you want?", Jack asked refering to the stuffed animals

Seeing the display of toys, a red plushie caught your eyes, "The red dragon is cute"

Paying to play the game, Jack started to throw the balls towards the silly clowns until the time was over

"Nice arm", you smirked while the employee went to get the prize

"It's what happens when you live in Pandora for four years", Jack joked making you laugh, slightly interrupting the moment, the employee gave Jack the red plushie, at what he knelt like he was a knight with the red dragon in front of you, "Will this gorgeous princess accept this dragon as a gift?"

"I'll gladly do it", you laughed taking the plushie from his hands, "And fun fact, people calls me 'ghostface princess' or 'serpent princess' because of Scream and Riverdale"

"In the Avatar future movies, people call my character 'monkey boy'"

"I like it"

Continuing with the date, both of you went to some rides like the Disco Ronde, La Grande Envolée, Orbite, Bateau Pirate, Condor and Vol Ultimate (in which most of them both of you held hands), eating some snacks and playing in a game of jungle climb where none of you won but it was fun

(A/N: yes, I did search what rides are in the park)

Taking a moment to have dinner, which were corndogs, sodas and an ice cream from the food stands, both of you sat in a small picnic table while discussing which attraction was next and last because it was getting late

"I think we should go to the Boomerang", you thought while sharing a cotton candy ice ream

"Let me guess, to leave with a gold brooch", Jack smiled

"Yeah", you laughed, "What do you think?"

"I think it's an awesome idea"

Finishing the ice cream and throwing the empty vase on the trash, both of you went to your parents, who were sitting in a bench a few metters behind to let them know

"Hey, we're going to the Boomerang", Jack announced

"Are you sure?", Anna asked with concern

"Yeah", you nodded giving Skeet your purse, cardigan and plushie

"Guys, you just ate", Skeet pointed

"We're going to be good", Jack insisted while you put your hair in a low ponytail

"There's a bit of line, so the food will be digested by the time it starts", you shrudded

Assuring them once again that both of you will be fine, you left towards the ride with Jack's arm over your shoulders and yours circling his waist

"We should start searching for a trash can", Anna said, "Just in case"

Looking around, Skeet noticed a trash can not so far from the bench, which he was quick to get closer to the bench

At the line for the roller coaster, it wasn't a lot of time of waiting before it was your turn, ending up seating in the first line of the fourth cart

After the coaster staff secured your seatbelts and the ride started at what you started to feel a little nervous, something Jack noticed which made him take your hand in an attempt to calm you at what you hold him tighter

Noticing why the name of the ride was 'Boomerang' because of his fast speed, curves and turns, both of you spend most part of the ride trying not to scream and holding each other

After it ended and you were free of the seatbelts, both of you practically sprinted towards the closest trash can to start throwing up, feeling a few seconds later how your parents aproached to you see if both of you were okay, finishing vomiting a few minutes later

Making sure that the puking was done, they led you to the bench they were sat before going to get some water

Getting some kleenex from your purse and giving one to Jack so he can clean and do the same, both of you started laughing

"I really had fun", you said when the laughs were over, "We should do this again"

"Seriously?", Jack asked with a bit of surprise

"Yeah, I mean, except for the vomiting part"

"I also had fun with you"

Still smiling, you got a little closer to him to put your head on his shoulder at what he put his head on top of yours

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Series info:

Book 1 of Princess School

Book 2: Who's the Fairest?

Book 3: Let Down Your Hair

Book 4: Beauty is a Beast

Book 5: Princess Charming

Book 6: Apple-y Ever After

Book 7: Thorn in Her Side

#books #middle grade #fantasy #if the shoe fits #princess school #jane b mason #sarah hines stephens #poll

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YOU DID NOT!!

GIF credits: @mountsmason

This is my very first imagine on here also English isn’t my first language!

in which England and Y/N’s national team play against each other.

Y/n’s love for her country is indescribable,she would watch every single game of Y/C national team and whenever they score she would jump around like a 5 year old,shower Mason with kisses and give him million hugs.

Mason loved how passionate she can get and adored her energy. They were convinced that their neighbours hate them because of how loud they cheer during the game as if they were in a stadium. But today it’s a bit different, since England is playing against Y/C. And he didn’t have to ask her about who she’s supporting since he already knew the answer.

“Good morning,loser !” She jumped on top of him and wrapped her hands around his naked waist” I made you breakfast and don’t worry i didn’t put poison in it. I still love you” she joked. He opened one eye and smiled softly “Good morning baby, thank you for not putting poison in my food” he kissed her nose and observed her for a while then pointed at her national team shirt that she was wearing “ This. I don’t like this missus. It’s really hurting my eyes” she looked down at her kit and got up faking an annoyed face.

“You’re just jealous mount” she stated and was heading back downstairs.

“Jealous?who ? Me? Oh I’m just trying to protect you from the disappointment because you have really high hopes and I’m sure you won’t be too happy by the end of the day”He replied acting offended.

Minutes later, Mason joined her in the kitchen and they set up the table together.

“I wish I didn’t have to work tomorrow so I can watch the game at the stadium” she took a sip from her juice “ oh and by the way Sarah is coming over later , I thought it would be fun to watch it together. You know her husband will be your opponent and we’re both supporting him”

“Oh please do ! I really don’t want you gloomy on your own. I wonder how many goals am I going to score” he teased then faked a scream when she playfully hit his leg.

After they talked about random stuff Mason looked at his watch and declared “ Oh look at the time , i have to get ready. I’ll leave in 30 minutes”. He then quickly put the dishes in the sink and ran upstairs. Y/N’s gaze followed him and then her eyes fell on their wedding picture that was hanging on the wall and she wondered how she got so lucky to have such an understanding husband. He hasn’t forced to support him or his team on this game because he knew how keen she was on her team. Her smile grew wild when she saw their dog Leo approaching her “Good morning love. Are we hungry ? Let’s get you something to eat”

20 minutes later Mason’s footsteps’ echo on the stairs was heard. “Leaving too soon ?”Y/N softly lifted Leo’s head who was laying on her lap, and walked towards her husband. “Yeah I’ve got to pick up Dec.You know how long it takes for him to get ready”. She got along with his friends and teammates especially Declan and chilly and he was thankful for that.

She wrapped her arms around his neck and his found their way to her waist. “ Come home safe baby” she pecked his lips and it didn’t take him seconds to kiss her back, she could feel him smiling against her lips. “I love you” he put her hair behind her ear,his eyes locked on hers,then he caressed her chin and kissed her forehead “ I love you more I’ll see you tonight. Don’t miss me too much”

She watched him put his bags in the car from the front door and thought of how each day she has loved him a little bit more than the other for 5 summers now. “Mason ?” He turned around as he heard his name being called “Good luck” her sentence came out almost as a whisper. He just smirked at her and got in the car.

Later in the evening, she had a zoom meeting with a client and then opened the TV even though the game starts in 3 hours and waited for Sarah to come over. Then her phone buzzed.

2 hours later She was making popcorn with Sarah who has just arrived.

“I can’t believe you’re not supporting Mason” she said and let out a laugh. “Hey I’m supporting Mason but I’m not supporting Mason’s team”. Sarah put down the popcorn bowl on the table and put a handful in her mouth “That’s the same thing tho”

Y/N ignored her comment and focused on the game that was starting.

The first half was pretty crazy both teams were playing well and looking for a chance to score a goal. But at the beginning of the second half Sarah’s husband scored a penalty and she screamed out of her lungs. Y/N was jubilant and hugged Sarah who was crying from joy. “That’s my man !”. The camera was now on Mason who was sweaty and pissed off. 30 minutes later into the second half, Harry Kane scored the equaliser with an assist from Mason. The girl was pacing back and forth in the living room and biting her nails .The tension got really high on the pitch and both teams were eager to win. There was only 5 minutes left and the score was still 1-1. Y/N went to the kitchen to grab a cup of water when she heard the commentator screaming Mason’s name and she ran towards the TV to see Mason’s teammates hugging him as he refused to celebrate. Y/N was really sad because of the result but her eyes became glossy when she saw Mason’s reaction after the goal. She never thought he wouldn’t celebrate his first goal this season with the national team because of her. “ we’re screwed but man that was cute” Sarah commented and hugged Y/N as tears were now streaming down her cheeks. The game ended with England’s victory and Y/N didn’t change the channel as she was talking with Sarah about the game. “And now we’re with the golden duo Mason Mount and Declan Rice. What a performance you guys ! Especially you Mount” Both of the girls turned their attention back on the TV at the mention of Mason’s name who was smiling at the interviewer “Thank you. It was a tough game. Both teams were attacking and creating chances but thankfully we got to score our winning goal minutes before the end of the game” his hair was wet from the shower and his cheeks were burning red from all of the running. “ Mason you didn’t celebrate the goal earlier. Can we talk about that ? People wonder what’s the reason behind that” Mason looked down at his feet, blushed and ran his hands through his hair” My missus is from Y/C and she really is a huge fan of the team. Couldn’t break her heart twice” Awwh were heard from Declan and the interviewer “ He just didn’t want to sleep on the sofa tonight” Declan joked. Y/N and Sarah laughed at dec’s comment. Then the players head to the cantine to have dinner and Sarah went back home.

Y/N wasn’t happy about the result but she was really proud of her man who worked hard and has dreamt of this moment from his debut with the national team. She really wished for him to score even if it’s against her country but she has kept it to herself. She was cuddling Leo and smiling like an idiot as Mason’s act didn’t quit her thoughts.

“Your daddy is a true gentleman,isn’t he ? “ she petted him“ he will be back soon and we can all cuddle together”

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Leap Year: A Lost Comedy Classic

RELEASED JAN 11, 1924

Leap Year is a silent comedy film directed by and starring Roscoe "Fatty" Arbuckle, one of the most popular and influential comedians of the early cinema era. The film was produced in 1921, but it was never released in the United States due to Arbuckle's involvement in the Virginia Rappe death scandal, which tarnished his reputation and career. The film received its first release in Finland in 1924, and it finally saw an American release of sorts in 1981.

The film follows the misadventures of Stanley Piper (Arbuckle), a wealthy heir who is in love with his nurse, Phyllis Brown (Mary Thurman). His uncle, Jeremiah Piper (Lucien Littlefield), is a misogynist who wants to keep Stanley away from women, as he believes that Stanley falls in love with every woman he meets. He sends Stanley on a fishing trip, but Stanley ends up getting engaged to three different women: Loris Keene (Harriet Hammond), a movie star; Molly Morris (Gertrude Short), a waitress; and Irene Rutherford (Maude Wayne), a socialite. Stanley tries to get out of his predicaments by faking illnesses and fits, but his plans backfire hilariously. Meanwhile, Phyllis and the other characters find their own romantic interests, leading to a happy ending for everyone.

Leap Year was Arbuckle's first feature film, and it was different from his two-reel shorts in several ways.

Leap Year had a more complex and coherent plot than his shorts, which were mostly based on gags and situations. The film had multiple subplots and characters, and it followed a clear narrative arc. Arbuckle's shorts were more episodic and improvised, and they often ended with a chase or a fight.

Leap Year had more dialogue and intertitles than his shorts, which relied more on visual humor and physical comedy. The film had many witty and sarcastic lines, and it also used some sound effects, such as a phonograph and a telephone. Arbuckle's shorts had fewer and simpler intertitles, and they used music and sound effects sparingly.

Leap Year had more satire and parody than his shorts, which were more slapstick and absurd. The film mocked the Hollywood lifestyle, the celebrity culture, and the social norms of the 1920s. Arbuckle's shorts were more playful and whimsical, and they often spoofed other genres, such as westerns, melodramas, and thrillers.

Leap Year had more romance and sentimentality than his shorts, which were more cynical and anarchic. The film had a happy ending for all the couples, and it showed Arbuckle's softer and sweeter side. Arbuckle's shorts were more edgy and irreverent, and they often showed him as a troublemaker, a womanizer, or a victim of fate.

Leap Year is a showcase of Arbuckle's comedic talents, as he displays his physical agility, facial expressions, and timing. He also co-directed the film with James Cruze, and co-wrote the script with Sarah Y. Mason and Walter Woods. The film features many gags and situations that are typical of the slapstick genre, such as chases, falls, pies, and mistaken identities. The film also parodies the Hollywood lifestyle, as Arbuckle interacts with various celebrities and filmmakers, such as Sidney Bracey, who plays Loris Keene's press agent. The film also has some risqué humor, such as Arbuckle swimming in a full suit and hat, and pretending to be a woman to escape from his fiancées.

VLeap Year is a rare gem that deserves more recognition and appreciation from film fans and historians. It is a testament to Arbuckle's genius and resilience, as he made the film during a difficult time in his life. It is also a reminder of the potential that he had, and the legacy that he left behind. Leap Year is a film that will make you laugh, and also make you wonder what could have been.

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claudia1829things · 2 years

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My Ranking of the “LITTLE WOMEN” Adaptations

Below is my ranking of the movie and television adaptations of “LITTLE WOMEN”, Louisa May Alcott’s 1868-69 novel:

MY RANKING OF THE “LITTLE WOMEN” ADAPTATIONS

1. “Little Women” (BBC; 2017): adapted by Heidi Thomas and directed by Vanessa Caswill

2. “Little Women” (1994): directed by Gillian Armstrong and adapted by Robin Swicord

3. “Little Women” (NBC; 1978): directed by David Lowell Rich and adapted by Suzanne Clauser

4a. “Little Women” (1933): directed by George Cukor and adapted by Victor Heerman and Sarah Y. Mason [tie]

4b. “Little Women” (1949): directed by Mervyn LeRoy and adapted by Victor Heerman and Sarah Y. Mason [tie]

5. “Little Women” (BBC: 1970): directed by Paddy Russell and adapted by Denis Constanduros and Alistair Bell

6. “Little Women” (2019): adapted and directed by Greta Gerwig

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[image description] Two images next to each other. On the left the characters Jo, Meg, Beth and Amy being read to by their mother Marmie in a Christmas setting. On the right, Jo, Beth, Meg and Amy gathered around their mother Marmie all looking into different directions.

One question listeners: are you a Jo, Amy, Beth, or Meg? This episode, we’re discussing characters in the 1994 and 2019 versions of Little Women, and diving deep into subtextual readings and fan interpretations.

We’ll discuss disability, autistic, and queer readings, and try to answer our question: is Little Women a ‘story for every generation’, and why is it so popular?

To listen, just head to the link in our bio, or find us wherever you find podcasts 🎧

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📼 Preread text (Rowan Ellis, https://youtu.be/SMFll3aIbmo)

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📚 “Little Women” (1868, 1869) by Louisa May Alcott

🎞️ “Little Women” (1933) (dir. George Cukor, 📜 Sarah Y. Mason and Victor Heerman)

🎞️ “Little Women” (1949) (dir. Mervyn LeRoy, 📜 Andrew Solt, Sarah Y. Mason, Victor Heerman)

🎞️ “Little Women” (1994) (dir. Gillian Armstrong, 📜 Robin Swicord)

🎞️ “Little Women” (2019) (dir. + 📜 Greta Gerwig) (https://variety.com/wp-content/uploads/2019/12/little-women-by-greta-gerwig.pdf)

📺 “Little Women” (2017) (dir. Vanessa Caswill, 📜 Heidi Thomas) (Masterpiece: PBS)

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📰 “Life Magazine: Little Women: A Story for Every Generation” (Meredith Corp., 2020)

📜 ‘Everything depend[s] on the fashion of narration’: Women Writing Women Writers in Short Stories of the Fin-de-Siècle (Bryony Randall) 📜 “The New ‘Little Women’ Makes Space For Jo’s Queerness” (Shannon Keating) (https://www.buzzfeednews.com/article/shannonkeating/little-women-greta-gerwig-saoirse-ronan-jo-march-queer) 📜 “The New Little Women Basically Proves Jo March is Queer” (Michelle Hyun Kim) (https://www.them.us/story/little-women-greta-gerwig-jo-march-queer) 📜 Amatonormativity (https://medium.com/the-science-scholar/opinion-amatonormativity-the-damaging-pedestal-of-romantic-love-d70cc0585b0f) 📜 “The Real Reason Hairspray Was Banned On The Little Women Set” (Avery Stone) (https://www.refinery29.com/en-us/2019/12/9114384/little-women-movie-hair-makeup-interview) 📼 “Little Women: Laurie & Jo” (https://youtu.be/osdVRusNGgg) 🎞️ “Divergent” (2014) (dir. Neil Burger, 📜 Evan Daugherty, Vanessa Taylor) 📼 “Greta Gerwig, Representation, and the Universal Girl” (https://youtu.be/0p-cBSqIDbQ) 📼 “Why Neurodivergent People Relate to Jo March” (https://youtu.be/x-j5XK1wpyo)

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jerichopalms · 2 years

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#73: Little Women (1949, dir. by Mervyn LeRoy)

#little women #movies of 2022 #movie post #mervyn leroy #you go girl pass that bechdel test #louisa may alcott #andrew solt #sarah y. mason #victor heerman #sally benson #female screenwriters #women screenwriters #lwathon

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hawkins-high86 · 1 year

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Title: the spy lol

Parings: y/n hopper and Jason carver an/don’t @ me I really like mason dye just hear me out an/ hopper is not in Russia an/ y/n and Jason are long time friends but you been dating for almost a year but hopper doesn’t know anything about it yet.

Warning: overprotective father hopper lol language smut Reader and Jason are both 18

Y/n pov

So you’re ready to go to this restaurant? You asked him ?

“Yep it’s called Enzo’s right?”

Yea he parked near the restaurant and held the door for you thanks you smiled at him.

“Hi umm i table for two please “ he said

The person guided you towards a table near the middle of the restaurant thanks you told them Jason sat down first than you sat down.

“So what do you want to eat ? What you were thinking of ?”

Probably something like pasta and meatballs with extra cheese what about you?

“Probably the same thing as you if that’s ok ?”

Of course you smiled at him the waiter came up and said “hello my name is Sarah I will serve you tonight what would you like to drink tonight?” She asked me oh I would like some water. “How about you sir ?”

“Let’s see just some lemonade “ he said .

“Ok a water and lemonade “

She walked away from you too you were messing around with your fork Jason just looked at you and you stopped sorry I’m just nervous about being here my dad is very protective towards me and my sister.

“Hey it’s fine trust me ok I won’t let anything happen to you I promise okay?”

He held your hand and you smiled at him okay of course he kissed your hand lightly love you Jason .

“Love you too y/n hopper “ he said.

———-time skips after dinner——————-

Jason drove you to the hotel that you and him have been saving money for almost a year and a half it was super clean and nice you too check in your room and it was a medium size room with a huge bed .

You laid down on the bed too take your shoes off because they were killing your feet.before you could get them off Jason sat next to you on the bed .

“Here let me help you “

Thanks he unzipped your boots and took them off of your feet much better. His hands were on your waist and you were staring at him he nodding as he was saying yes to it he kissed you and you kissed him back with passion.

“I heard this hotel has a hot tub do you want to try it?”

A hot tub of course you sat up from the bed oh shit I didn’t pack a baiting suit out of the all the stuff I packed I guess I got nervous. Oh my gosh you put your hands on your face.

“Hey y/n it’s fine just go in your bra and underwear “ he took your hands out of your face.

Oh um I-

“It’s ok if you don’t feel comfortable with it I understand you don’t have to “ he said

No - just grab some towels and let’s go you headed downstairs to the pool and hot tub and closed the door and took your clothes off exposing yourself just in your underwear and bra.

“Well damn “ Jason leaned against the wall like an idiot.

Well I could say the same thing about you but -before you could say anything else about his remark he took his shorts off and his shirt revealing his chest he threw his shirt across the room. Well damn you said mocking at his earlier comment.

He got in the hot tub next to you .you changed positions before you could do anything else you got into his lap.

“Finally all alone”he whispered as brushing his lips against yours.

You stopped him finally all alone you mocked him again and continue to kiss him again he started to kiss your neck and you let out a small but quiet moan.

You stated to kiss his neck and you felt his hands around your bra struggling to get it off .

“How the hell do you get this thing off without ripping it off ?”

Just tear it off I really don’t care about it. You said to him.

“Ok fine “

You heard the fabric of the bra ripped off you now we’re fully exposed to him well halfway can you take off your bottoms please? .

“Yea ok”

He took them off you stared at him can I look at it ? And touch it ? You took your underwear off .

“Yea “

You looked down shit Your so big reference to his cock he took a towel and you were slightly confused about it shit did I just turn you off?

“No just get the towel near you and let’s go to the fake grass area they have near the hot tub”

Oh ok you got the towel and layed down on the fake grass Jason helped you take off your towel . Exposing yourself to him again

"if you want me to stop tell me baby" he cooed to me making sure that she hadn't felt like you had been forced into it.

No it’s fine just keep going please you started to stroke his cock as he cried out,Jason’s tongue swirled around each of your breasts slightly nipping at her nipple causing bite marks around her breast.Jason I think I’m going to before you could say something else you felt something dripping oh my goodness did I just?

“Yes did “ he said

his head slip in-between your thighs his mouth just centimeters away from tasting your dripping cunt.

“You taste so good y/n” he said

You smiled within the minutes and the moments that passed door swung wide open.

OH MY GOD! I FUCKING KNEW IT !” It was Jim Hopper was covering his eyes and he was wearing his uniform while being out of duty.

Oh my god, dad! What the hell are you doing here? You screamed while pressing your body against Jason’s to cover the both of us.

“No The question is WHAT are you two doing here? You lied to me, Y/N.”

No ! I didn’t lie to you I told you I was going out plus you give Mike and el all the privacy but I don’t ? You scoffed at him

“ I know but that Is my innocent and sweet girl like girl he pointed at you so I don’t want her to be like me or get pregnant at such a young age”hopper glared at Jason

Dad I know but -

“Can we talk about this when I’m not inside your daughter, Hopper?” Your boyfriend dared to ask and then he noticed how your father and you were looking at him with wide eyes. “I mean, Sir”

Oh my god ! You said under your breath well this got weird .

“Now I’m going to wait in the car for you two. Get your clothes on and get in Jason’s car and drive towards home while I drive behind you.” He left the pool and the hot tub room

“Well that was just an amazing night “ Jason said sarcastically.

You smiled how the hell he was still inside you?

“Shouldn’t we have just left town to get away from him ?”

Well that sounds ni-

“I believe you would like to continue having a dick, carver “Your father appeared again. “You are coming out first. C’mon. Come out. You come outside with me while my baby gets dressed.”

OH MY GOD! Jason your whispered to him you got to get out of me but I’m afraid it’s going to hurt.

“Hey listen to me I’m going to come out of you slowly” he said while handing you the towel.

Thanks he came out and you let out a light whimper and you got out of the hot tub as he did and put a towel around you and got your clothes .

“Ok good now where’s your car ?” Your father said.

“Right here “ Jason said he opened the car to let you in and started to drive to the cabin.

You walked out of his car and into the cabin before Jason could even come in the cabin your father stopped him.

“NO WAY BLONDE !” He said

“But can I just tell her good night?”

“You could tell her that right here “ you father said to him

Oh my god ! You said

“Okay good night y/n” he said

Good night Jason you said to him as your father watched him drive away.

The end ! Sorry for the spelling errors but that was literally so much fun to write feedback and like is always awesome lol - love Caroline

#caroline writes #stranger things #jason carver smut #jason carver #jason carver x reader

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tsimvkas · 2 months

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daylight #04 | soon you’ll get better

A/N: i really enjoyed writing this one 🥹 sorry it took me so long to post this, but i hope y’all like where the story is going xx

word count: 8.4k | series masterlist | masterlist

content: smut, premature birth, slight angst

<- previous chapter

You took a deep breath and pressed the share button, throwing your phone aside like it was a bomb. Sarah gave you a weird look, but you just shrugged.

You asked Mason not to post anything, but it was such a magical day and you felt so happy about it that you decided to post a few pictures even though social media have been scaring you lately.

Your pregnancy has been as easy as it could be, and you know some people you love — the ones who don’t live close to you, would like to see more of what you’re experiencing right now.

“Hmm, I’m hungry” you murmured, stretching your body in Mason’s bed. You and Sarah were the only ones to stay after the baby shower, since she asked you for some quality time doing nice things around London. Now, a week later, both of you are so comfortable in his house that it looks like your own.

“Me too” Sarah groaned. “What do you fancy? Hamburger with fries?”

You thought for a second, the idea of eating a hamburger making you feel a bit nauseous.

“Mase…” you looked to your other side, where your best friend was facetiming Woody for about an hour now, and waited for him to hum in response. “Can you grab me some strawberries and olives and melted chocolate and cheese?”

Gladly his bed was big enough to fit all three of you, or you and Sarah would be on the floor with Mason’s sudden jump.

“Oh, it’s happening” he screamed to Woody, jumping out of the bed and not giving you time to answer before running downstairs.

“What’s happening?” you looked at Sarah and she shrugged. “He’s so weird sometimes”

“You just asked for strawberries, olives, melted chocolate and cheese and he’s the weirdo?” Sarah poked your waist. “Wait, this is your first pregnancy desire in eight months?”

“It’s not a pregnancy desire, I just want some fruit and chocolate” you snorted. “But yeah, I think it’s the first. Not such a normal pregnancy, uh? No desires, almost no sickness, an eight months old belly with the size of a six months old. The pregnancy every woman would ask for”

Sarah stroked the back of your hand.

“You deserve an easy pregnancy, Y/N” she stroked your hand, comforting you. “I know the world paints pregnancies as a disease, but it’s not. It can be a happy time”

You nodded, thinking that you really had a happy pregnancy. Even though you were abandoned, and wish you had a daughter with anyone but Walker, your friends and family were there all the time. Your bump travelled to London more than your father ever did, Mason and Sarah are always taking you somewhere to distract and have fun, your mother is so happy to have a granddaughter that you can’t help but feel her happiness completing yours.

“Here” Mason came back in a rush, not giving you time to answer Sarah. “I won’t let her be born with a strawberry filled with cheese face”

“This” Sarah pointed. “Is disgusting. I’ll get ready to go out before I throw up”

You giggled, looking at Mason that had his eyes watching you, trying to understand if it was really good or you were playing with them.

“It’s not that disgusting, right Mase?” you pouted at him, and Mason shook his head.

“Nah, don’t listen to her. But what does it taste like?”

“Heaven” you smiled, giggling when he just shrugged and kissed your head before answering Woody.

—

When Sarah left, you grabbed a blanket and laid on the sofa, looking for something to watch. The pair of you would be heading back home next afternoon and she’s been talking about a night out the whole week, so since you couldn’t join her you told her to go.

“My room has a tv, you know?”

“Your sofa is big enough even for an eight-month-old's belly, Mase. And if you didn’t notice, my eight-month-old belly isn’t that big” you smiled. “Actually, why did you buy such a huge one?”

“I like space. Can I join you?”

“Yeah, come here” you tapped the place next to you. “What do you wanna watch?”

“Anything” he shrugged. “I think it’ll be more comfortable if we lay together so we can cuddle”

“I won’t stay awake if we cuddle” you pouted, but he tapped his chest and you gave in, instantly laying on one side against him.

Cuddling with Mason always makes you sleepy. He has the cosiest hug in the world, his body is warm and the way he rubbed your bump made your entire body relax.

You chose a Marvel movie, knowing that Mason likes heroes stuff, but soon you both fell asleep.

You woke up with that feeling again. The same when you visited Mason for the holidays.

And even though you’re pretty sure you can say when you’re horny, this time looked like the end of the world — pure agony. Your chest heavy, your panties soaked and an ache that was starting to physically hurt you.

Of course you’d have a wet dream with Mason. How could you not, when he was so deliciously pressed against you? You know it’s not your fault, and you know he didn’t do it on purpose, but it was there. You could feel him entirely.

You closed your eyes, thinking of the noises he made that day in the bathroom, your hips inconsciousness moving against his.

“Y/N…” he groaned, afraid you were still sleeping. Mason tried to stop your hips from moving against his but the way you started to cry made his heart drop. “Pookie? Why are you crying?”

“It hurts” you murmured, trying to stop crying. Mason helped you lay on your back so he could see your face. “I’m- I don’t know, I’m so horny”

Mason’s mouth slightly opened in shock, but he quickly recomposed himself when he saw that it was a serious situation.

“It’s a normal thing, pookie. What do you need?” he murmured, caressing your waist. “Tell me what do you need, princess”

“I don’t know” you sobbed, and he was getting even more worried about your state. “Anything. Everything. I want the agony to go away”

“Shhh, s’okay. I can help you” he kissed your temple, his heart hurting from how desperate you seem. “I can help you, pookie, take a deep breath”

When you obeyed him and breathed, focusing on the patterns he was drawing on your bump, Mason smiled.

“Do you need help?”

You nodded, your eyes tearing up again.

“Don’t cry, princess. Are you sure you want help from me, tough?”

“Yeah” you nodded.

“It won’t ruin anything?”

“No” you shook your head.

“Are you sure of it?”

“Mase!” you snorted, making him giggle.

“Fine, pookie. Do you want me to touch you?”

You nodded again, clenching at the thought of Mason long fingers.

“Gotta use your words, you know”

“Yes, Mason, I want you to put my panties to the side and touch me. Can you do that?” you snapped at him, wanting to cry again.

“Sorry” he rested his forehead on your shoulder, laughing. “It’s just that you’re so pretty when you’re slightly stressed”

“If you’re not going to do it then excuse me-”

“Shh, you’re not going anywhere” he held you in place. “Open your legs f’me”

You stared at him, feeling petty.

“Spread your legs open, Y/N” he murmured, his lips almost brushing against yours. “I’m not asking you again”

When you did as he asked, Mason knew better than tease you, quickly pulling your panties aside and pressing your clit with the pad of his finger, the way you cried of pleasure instantly turning him on.

You asked for a finger, and he gave it to you. You moaned for a second, and he did as you asked. You begged for one more, and Mason about to cum in his boxers from the sounds you were making, taking three of his fingers like it was nothing.

“I need more” you whined, the ache between your legs never ceasing.

“More than three fingers?” Mason’s eyes widened. It wasn’t a surprise you were so needy, if his fingers weren’t doing the job he can only assume yours weren’t even close to satisfying you.

“You have a dick for a reason, do you know how to use it?” you teased, chuckling when Mason giggled.

“If you weren’t eight months pregnant I’d make you scream for your bad behaviour”

“Promises and promises but I’m not being stretched yet”

“Can you behave? God” Mason tried to hold his giggles. “I don’t have a condom here baby”

“I did the test not long ago so I know I’m clean” you pouted, wanting to feel him but not wanting him to stop and look for a condom. “And I can’t get pregnant”

“Unfortunately” he breathed inaudibly, turning you around so he could stay behind you instead of taking the risk of pulling his weight on your belly. “I’m clean too. We tested like, two weeks ago. Are you sure we can do this?”

“Yeah, my doctor said I could”

“Why did you ask her?” he sounded suspicious, and you could swear you heard a bit of jealousy in his voice.

“I didn’t”

“Fine. And are you sure you want to do this?” he kissed your shoulder, pulling his member out of his trousers and pushing your leg back, to rest on his hips and give him more access.

“Mason, for God’s sake. I’m feeling so stressed and irritated and I just need to- fuck, I just need this”

“A dick?” he giggled, teasing your entrance with his tip.

“Your dick” you moaned, melting against his chest when he teased your entrance again. “Be careful, yeah?”

Mason tried not to take your words so seriously, knowing that the pleasure could be influencing the way you were feeling about him at that moment.

“Always. Now relax f’me” he kissed behind your ear. “And tell me if you feel anything you’re not supposed to feel, do you hear me?”

You nodded, sighing when he started to stretch you.

“It feels so good. I didn’t even remember the feeling” you sobbed. “So good. You’re so much better than anyone before”

“Am I?” he teased, and you could tell he was feeling good with your praises. You wanted to scoff him, but the overwhelming sensation of his hips moving wouldn’t let you, your voice sounding like a moan instead.

Mason was feeling his head spinning, the sensation of being so intimidate with you making him dizzy. He tried his best to go slow and calm, to make you feel good first, lazily thrusting his hips. When you clenched harder around him, Mason could swear he saw stars. Literal stars.

“Mase…” you whined, feeling your vision go dark.

“Shit, you can’t just call my name like this and expect me not to cum”

“Are you close?” you murmured, his lazy thrusts making your body crumble against his.

“Are you?”

“Inside, uhm?” you asked him, and Mason almost choked on his own saliva.

“Are you sure?” he asked for probably the hundredth time of the night, and you nodded.

“I wanna feel you”

It didn’t take you long to reach your high and Mason followed you, triggered by your orgasm.

The pair of you stayed in silence, trying to catch your breath. As the seconds were passing by, you started to overthink.

“Mase-”

“We can talk about it later, pookie. Don’t worry” he kissed your temple. “Are you feeling alright? Everything’s good?”

When you nodded Mason helped you walk upstairs, take a shower and wear your pyjamas, tucking you in bed before Sarah was home again, so when she came back you were already sleeping.

But sleep didn’t come easy for you at all.

The next morning, Mason left early for training, kissing your head and waving Sarah a goodbye.

“I wonder why I never get a kiss” she teased you, walking around the kitchen and making breakfast for the two of you.

You sighed, knowing you wouldn’t be able to keep your secret. Sarah is always the best friend to talk when you don’t know where to go — or when you do know, but don’t have the courage needed.

“I need to tell you something”

She turned around to face you for half a second, then

“You had sex” she shrugged. You gave her a shocked laugh.

“What? How could you know?”

“Y/N, I’m like your sister. We know each other for what, a decade now? Plus I’ve been with you your whole pregnancy and I can assure you, the last time you woke up that happy was way before our girl was put in the oven. I’m surprised you and Mason finally got there, though” she gave you a cup of tea. “Tell me how it was”

Your cheeks warmed at the mention of his name.

“He’s so… Ugh, he was so soft. I was feeling awful and I needed it so bad. And he just gave it to me? I know he was worried and he asked me a few times if I was sure, and then when he was finally convinced he just gave me the best orgasm I’ve ever had and went to bed. His bed” you rolled your eyes.

“And how are you feeling now?”

“Happy. It was annoying me, being horny all the time. Every pregnant woman goes through this? I don’t know. I feel better, it’s like waking up to a rainy day every singe and then one day it’s sunny”

“Big dick then” she gave you a smirk.

“Oh it is really big- why do you wanna know?”

“Chill, pookie” Sarah laughed, giving you a plate full of pancakes. “I don’t want your man”

“He’s not my man, though”

“He wants to be” she looked at you, but you only shrugged. “C’mon, he just fucked you and you both are still going to pretend you’re not madly in love with each other? Honestly Y/N, you saw him naked. Can’t you admit that you like him? Not even for me?”

“I felt him naked, it’s different” you pointed out, but Sarah just rolled her eyes at you. “Fuck, fine. I like him. But we know I should not”

“Why not?” she gasped.

“He’s my best friend, Sarah. And he’s Mason Mount. Do you know how many girls in the world wants him?”

“It isn’t fair with him, thinking that way. There’s a lot of girls wanting him, so what? What matters is the girl he wants” Sarah shrugged. ”

“And the way he- you know, was better than everything I’ve felt before. I don’t know if I can move on from this” you sighed. “Jesus, it’s not even about the physical part. I mean yes, his dick felt incredibly good but I also could feel how much he cared about me during the whole process, even if it was only as a caring friend”

“You don’t need to move on from this. Why don’t you tell him how you feel?”

“Is less scary when it’s platonic. Don’t you know that?”

“The pair of you entertains me so much, Y/N. How could it be less scary when it’s platonic, if it’s not platonic at all?”

“I don’t know what you’re talking about”

“Honestly, I don’t know what I should do with you both. C’mon, go get ready. We need to go home”

“We really do?” you pouted, thinking about how long you would spend without seeing Mason again.

“Funny, because I know that look, and Mason asked me the same thing before you woke up. You still don’t know what I’m talking about?”

—

The pain was excruciating. You could feel your thighs sticky and your head started to spin.

“Dad?” you screamed, reaching for your side table so you could use it to help you stand on your feet. When you didn’t hear an answer, you tried again. “Mum? I need you to come here”

It felt like your period cramps, but worse. So much worse that you couldn’t think straight.

You had just returned home in the afternoon, Sarah stayed for dinner and everyone had a great time together until you were too tired to keep talking. You remember you showered, changed into one of your pyjamas and tucked yourself in bed, before waking up with the sensation of being stabbed in the belly.

“Y/N?” your mother knocked, opening the door in sequence and switching the lights on. She looked at the big red patch on your mattress and walked in your direction. “It’s okay, don’t look. We gotta go now, c’mon”

With an arm around her shoulders, you left the room. Your father were downstairs, probably following instructions your mother gave him, and soon you were in the family car.

“Can you call Sarah?” you tried to ask through the pain. “And Mason. But be careful, I don’t wanna scare him”

Your mum nodded, calling Sarah and asking her to tell Mason. Soon you were at the hospital entrance and your father quickly told them it was an emergency.

You felt scared when they brought the wheelchair, but followed every instruction carefully and after two hours of worries and fear, Aleyna was born.

—

“Where’s she?” he entered the hospital hall like a storm and your father got on his feet, in case he needed to help

Sarah ran to him, holding him in place with her hands on his shoulder.

“Mason, calm down. This is a hospital, you need to behave”

“Where is she” he repeated, trying to get rid of Sarah’s hands holding him in place.

“They took her to an emergency procedure” Sarah squeezed his shoulders, softening her expression when his eyes watered. “You don’t need to worry, they’ll be alright”

“What happened? What- she was fine yesterday, wasn’t she?”

“I think you need to sit, Mase. You drove here?” Sarah asked, concerned.

“My private driver- what happened?” Mason whined, and Sarah knew he was about to cry.

“All I know is that she felt an intense pain, but she was already inside when I got here”

Mason bit his lips, thinking about the last night he saw you and feeling his chest heavy.

“It’s my fault” he whispered, his face in his hands.

“C’mon Mason”

“No, I mean it. I- look, we did something- I did something” he stuttered.

“I know”

It didn’t even shocked Mason, he was sure you would tell Sarah about it.

“So you understand it is my fault”

“Absolutely not. We don’t even know what happened yet, you’re overthinking”

“I think I love her” he blurted out, starting to freak out and walking in circles.

Sarah stayed in silence for a few seconds, processing his words before walking towards him and squeezing his shoulder and making him sit.

“I know you do. And it’s a strong type of love, Mason. You need to tell her”

“I can’t. Not now, when her entire life is just about to change”

“Of course you can. In fact, you should’ve told her years ago. Seven years ago, to be more exactly” she said sternly, holding a giggle when he looked at her like she was a witch. “It’s pretty obvious, Mase. What I’m trying to say is, as much as I loved the little girl I just met right there, if you had told her back at then she would never get with Walker. Then she wouldn’t spend her pregnancy feeling sad and abandoned. Then Aleyna would be your daughter, she would have a baby in the right time instead of feeling like she just lost her young years. You both keep lying to yourselfs and don’t understand how much these lies took from you already”

“Wait. You can’t be sure of all that, that this would happen. I could’ve told her and she could’ve chosen Walker anyway”

“Men are so dumb, aren’t you? She had a crush on Walker, yes, but in the beginning she didn’t loved him. Dating a boy she thought was pretty was easier than sitting and watching the guy she liked getting famous and being chased by all the type of girls”

“It doesn’t matter” Mason shrugged. “I can’t tell her now. She’s in a different stage of her life and I know she’ll want to focus on it, give her best. I can’t add more fire into her head”

“The fact you’re worried about it only proves to me that you need to tell her, Mason. Imagine the life you could have together. I don’t think you’ll add fire to her head. Actually, I think you would bring her peace”

Before Mason could answer, the doctor who talked with your family earlier showed up again.

“Y/N’s family?” he called, and your father was instantly on his feet. “She’ll need to stay here for observation, two weeks at least. The baby too, she’s a pretty and strong girl but she still needs to grow a little bit more before going home”

“Can we see her?” you dad asked

“The mum is sleeping now, but they’re in the same room. You can have a quick visit. I assume your wife is there with her?”

“Yes, that’s right”

“Alright, you can follow me” the doctor smiled, heading to your room.

“Mason” your father called him. “Come with me, we don’t know when you’ll be able to come visit, with the crazy work routine you have”

Mason nodded, following your dad with his chest full of expectations. When the doctor opened the door so they both could enter the room, Mason held his breath, afraid that any sudden move could disturb you and Aleyna.

He stayed next to the door whilst your father saw his granddaughter, not wanting to interrupt their moment.

“We’ll get a coffee Mase, do you mind keeping an eye on them until the nurse comes back to see them?” your mother looked at him, and he saw how tired she was.

“No, not at all. You can go” he smiled, sighing when your parents left him alone with you. Walking to your bed, he bent over to kiss your forehead.

“I’m so sorry, Y/N. I should’ve been so much more careful” he whispered, being careful not to wake you up. “I wish I could bring you both home with me. Like, right now”

After a few seconds in silence Mason sighed again, bending to see Aleyna in the hospital crib and brushing her nose with the pad of his finger before looking at you, peacefully in your sleep.

“Can I tell you a secret, Aleyna?” he adjusted her blanket, smiling when she moved a little bit. “Mase loves mommy. So much. But Mase is a coward too, you know?

She didn’t open her eyes, but somehow Mason felt like she was paying attention.

“I never had enough courage to tell her. I think I was just scared she didn’t feel the same, and then she started dating Wal- a bad man, that you’ll never meet as long as I’m alive”

“But now — look, I think she likes me too. Do you think I’m getting crazy? I mean, we had s- Jesus, I can’t tell you that. But we did something that couples use to do, like when you date someone. You’ll know when you date” he sighed. “Oh wait, you won’t dater. Ever. I’ll make sure of it”

“The thing is that even if she feels the same, I ruined everything. See, I’m pretty sure the thing we made was what put you both in this situation. You’re one month earlier, bubba. And it’s my fault, and if your mum thinks the same then she’ll probably be really resent over me”

“I should give her time to process it, right? And now she has you and things will probably be confusing and overwhelming at first. Yeah, I’ll give her some space. But I’ll see you as soon as possible”

The nurse knocked on the door and Mason let her in. She smiled politely, checking you first.

“They usually sleep a lot after a difficult one” she told him. “It can be really stressful”

“It was a difficult one?” Mason frowned. Your mother didn’t mention it.

“Oh, no one has told you? Well, sometimes the family doesn’t know how to tell” she sighed. “She wasn’t totally positioned, which made it difficult for Y/N to push. And then, the baby didn’t breathe at first”

Mason's hands felt cold, and he looked at you, imagining how difficult and scary the moment was.

“She’s a really brave mother” the nurse smiled at him again, and he tried to smile back, feeling nauseous.

“So, uhm, she didn’t breathe?” he asked, wanting to know more.

“Eight seconds, says her medical record . But she’s fine now, will stay two weeks for observation” the nurse took Aleyna’s little clothes off, and she instantly started to cry. “Can you take your shirt off? So you can help me with her”

“Uhm- yeah, of course” he nodded, not understanding why he had to be shirtless to help her. Like she was reading his mind, she answered him.

“You weren't in the birth room, right? Only saw her mother there, and skin to skin is important not only with her mum, but with the father too”

When she gave him Aleyna he immediately started to talk to her, and the cry got lower until she stopped and the nurse could check her heart and her lungs.

“That’s a good signal, dad. Do you used to talk a lot with her bump, huh? She likes you”

“Actually I’m not-” Mason started, but then he realised he didn’t need to tell the truth. “Yeah, I talked a lot with her”

“Done. Do you think you can put on her clothes or do you need help?”

“Yeah, of course. I got it”

“You’ll be a good dad, Mason Mount” she tapped his shoulder, and Mason panicked for a second before she friendly winked at him. “Is written on the visitor sticker”

He quietly dressed Aleyna, smiling at her — and acting like a fool, he knows. When your parents came back he remembered he had to go.

“I’ll go straight to training” he whined, making your mum giggle. “But I’ll tell my parents to visit, if that’s okay?”

“Of course, we would love to have them” you mother tapped his shoulder.

“Alright, see ya” he kissed your mum’s cheek, hugging your father before dropping another kiss to your forehead, and then hit the road to London.

—

When the doctor told you Aleyna could go home the next day, you felt relief running through your veins.

It had been a tough seventeen days. Even though she’s fine and healthy now, you can’t forget how much blood you saw that night, or how she didn’t cry for the first eight seconds. You counted.

Your family was always with you during the hospitalisation, so you barely had time to think of anything else. Barely.

Mason hadn’t showed up to visit nor texted you anything, and you tried not to let it hurt you, unsuccessfully.

Trying to distract yourself, you wrote for your anonymous blog about pregnancy, telling how giving birth was. You were happy to read lots of comments wishing you well and hoping your baby will be the healthiest possible.

But still, all the interaction, the virtual and your family’s, couldn’t take your mind off of the fact Mason disappeared. Not even a ‘Hi, how’s your daughter? She looks like you?’.

You tried to gulp the sadness, organising your bag and Aleyna’s, the one your mum had to hurry and bring the next day you gave birth. Your baby was sleeping peacefully on her baby seat that your father had taken for you the night before.

When someone knocked on the door, you sighed in relief, ready to go home and leave your least favourite place in the world.

“Knock knock”

“Mason?” you frowned, not expecting him to be there.

“Hi, I’m your driver today. How are you?” he entered the room, walking towards the baby seat were Aleyna was. “Wow, she really looks like you”

“What are you doing here? Where’s my father?”

“He had to solve a problem at work” Mason shrugged.

“So why didn't he call Sarah?”

“I asked Sarah to let me drive you home” he shrugged again. The action annoyed you.

“Why’d you bother?”

“I’m your best friend?” he shrugged one more time, taking the bags with one hand and Aleyna’s car seat with the other before you could even move.

You walked behind him, watching how he would talk with Aleyna as she was understanding him, stopping every time he realised he walked too fast for you.

You could also say by the way he kept checking on you that he was driving carefully, afraid to hurt you. Still, you were too proud to give in and start a conversation, texting Sarah instead.

Her answer made your cheeks burn, so you turned off your phone and waited in silence.

When he parked on your porch line, Mason left the car to help you with your bags and the seat, taking them to her bedroom. You went with him and made sure Aleyna was still sleeping before following him out of the room.

“I don’t think you want me around so now that you’re all settled I’ll just head back to London” he told you when you were downstairs again, grabbing his keys and the actions annoyed you.

“Yeah, you’re right, because when I wanted you around you weren’t there so just do what you do best and drive away from us”

“What are you talking about?” Mason raised his voice a bit, suddenly feeling attacked by your words.

“Don’t you dare wake up my daughter. Low that damn voice” you pointed him a finger. “We stayed two weeks in the hospital, Mason. And you couldn’t even text?”

Mason’s eyes softened and he understood your attitude, putting the keys back in the table and walking towards you.

“No pookie, it’s not like that. I wanted to visit, okay? I just thought I should give you space?”

“Why would I need space?”

“Just let me explain, alright? I thought you needed space. To adjust to your new life, to get to know your daughter. I was afraid I’d be bothering you whilst you were so worried about Aleyna” he tucked a strand of your hair behind your ear and brushed his fingers against your cheek. “Plus I was really busy with work and I know this isn’t a good excuse but I didn’t want to disturb you when you had so much going on with her hospitalisation. Honestly, I thought you wouldn’t need me once you had so much to deal with”

“Yeah I love you but this ain’t going to work, or you tell me the real reason or you can leave and not look back” you crossed your arms.

“Y/N-”

“I mean it”

Mason sighed, scratching his eyes and thinking how he’d tell you. “I spent these fourteen days thinking I was guilty for her premature birth”

You gave him a flat look, filling your voice with confusion.

“How the hell would you be guilty for that?”

“We had sex days before” he tried to explain his point of view, but you only snorted.

“Pregnant women have sex all the time”

“You were eight months pregnant, Y/N. I’m pretty sure eight month pregnant women don’t do penetration”

“God, have you ever searched about it? I told you my doctor said it was fine, Mason. You can say you regretted it and we can go back to normal, you know. Didn’t need to disappear for two fucking weeks”

It was Mason’s turn to snort at your words.

“I don’t regret having sex with you. I just regret that maybe this caused Aleyna to be born in an unsafe condition. In the end I think I was just scared to face you and realise you were also blaming me” Mason shrugged. “You should be the one regretting”

“Oh my God Mason, I was the one asking for it! I was begging you for it, actually. How could I blame you for something I asked you to give to me?” you shook your head. “Can’t believe this is the reason why you avoided me during the weirdest and scariest days of my life! Just say you regret it and leave, you know. It’ll make you more of a man if you just admit it”

Mason huffed, running his hand through his hair before letting his arms fall to his sides.

“Admit what, for God’s sake? That I love you in the most non-friendly way someone could love another person? That that night was the most intimate night of my life? That it never felt so good with anyone before? That when I saw Aleyna at the hospital nothing scared me more than losing a child is not even mine?” he turned his back on you, not even knowing why he was telling something he promised to keep to himself. “I know this is nothing compared to giving birth and I’m sorry I acted like a little boy but I was scared. I’m still scared. Nothing prepared me for falling for you and I’m losing it. I’m losing my mind because you’re not mine and I’m not yours”

You felt overwhelmed by his words, Mason’s confession heating your entire body and leaving you unsure of what to say but the silence punched him in the face.

“I shouldn’t have said it Y/N, I’m sorry” he grabbed his keys again, and the idea of letting him leave without knowing how you feel.

When he turned around, you finally remembered how to speak.

“Why? You don’t mean it?” you asked before he could get to the door, your voice so small you could barely hear yourself.

“I do” he sighed, turning to look at you. “But you have too much to deal with right now, and I shouldn’t add fire to it”

“You’re not. Having you always helps, actually. It’s just- it’s hard to believe you really like me, Mason. Maybe you liked the older version of me? But I’m- I’m so different now. My body is different and the way I see the world is different and I’m not the girl who grew up with you anymore. I’m a mum, and I don’t know if you’ll be able to understand what this would imply in a relationship. I’m not sure if you understands that I’m a totally different person now”

When he walked towards you, you felt your legs slightly shaking.

“Look at me” Mason asked, his fingers brushing your chin to encourage you. “He didn’t leave because becoming a mother would change your body and your mind. When you love someone and you live this together, you also change. You get excited to see the changes, actually. To see the bump, to take the responsibilities. He just left because he’s a twat. A fucking dickhead. He’s a wuss, Y/N, and I’m not”

“How did you know what I was talking about” you pouted, and Mason was quickly to reach for your wrist and pull you closer.

“It must be a hard process, your body changing this way. But this doesn’t change anything to me, princess. You’re still the hottest, prettiest and kindest girl I’ve ever wanted” he ignored your question, not wanting to ruin the moment by mentioning your ex. “I know it’s not the same, but Aleyna is here to change me too, yeah? I’m pretty sure I can understand her impact on our relationship and I still want it”

“Oh right, I forgot you’re a duncle now” you mocked him, rolling your eyes playfully.

“What about the way you see me? I mean- Sarah told me, sorry” he smiled shyly, playing with your fingers. “Is it different too?”

“I think you know the answer”

“Uhm? Do I?”

“You’re still the guy I want, Mason Mount” you forced yourself to tell him, feeling the heat travelling to your cheeks.

“Good” he brushed his nose against yours.

“I thought you had regretted it” you pouted, suddenly realising you pout a lot around Mason. “When you didn’t show up to visit”

“Having sex with you? Shut up, it was the greatest sex I’ve ever had”

“Stop playing around, I’m being serious. I thought I had lost what we have, you could’ve texted me at least”

“I really am sorry, pookie”

“I know you are. Just don’t do it again”

“Noted, baby. But just for the record, what do we have?”

“I don’t know” you giggled. “I was about to call you my best friend but then I thought you would think I’m putting you in the friend zone. And that’s not my intention. I just need time, with Aleyna and with my body”

“I know” he smiled, kissing your forehead.

“But I think a kiss wouldn’t kill anyone”

“Do you?”

“Mase” you pouted again, which only made him laugh harder.

“C’mon, you should sleep a bit” he kissed your temple. “By the way, Dec asked me why he wasn’t invited for her baby shower and Woody said you better ask him to visit her now that she’s home”

“Since when do your friends like me that much?”

“First of all, they always liked you just from how important you are to me. And everyone’s get excited with babies, I think” he helped you with the stairs.

“Dec can come if he brings Jude with him” you giggled.

“What? Why?”

“They can be friends” you shrugged, walking to your bed, but Mason stopped you.

“Oh no no, I see where this is going. Absolutely not, she’s only one month old” he hugged your waist.

“She won’t be one month old forever, Mase”

“You’re focusing in the wrong couple right now, pookie”

“Am I? Because if I record correctly you were the one avoiding my kiss like, ten minutes ago”

Mason chuckled, turning you around to face him.

“I was trying to make sure you weren’t asking for a kiss just because you were caught in the moment”

“You’re stupid or what?” you giggled, playing with his hair. “I was begging for you a month ago, Mount. I think it’s pretty obvious I’ve been wanting the damn kiss for a while”

Mason only smirked at you, dropping his head so he could peck your lips, but you were quick to hold him by his neck, the other hand on his hair.

He giggled, giving in and kissing you properly. You felt your entire body trembling, and thank God he was holding your waist or you’d probably fell.

It was the softest kiss you’ve ever shared with someone, and when he bit your lower lip you gave him the access he wanted, moaning to the feeling of his tongue against yours.

When he slipped his hand to your bum and gave it a gentle squeeze, you pulled away from the kiss to catch your breath.

“If we’re going to try, then that’s where we’ll draw the line” you stroked his chin to let him know you weren’t mad. “You can keep your hand, I’m just saying that we won’t go to the next stage”

“Fine. It’s fine for me, you know that” he nodded energetically and his big brown eyes made you feel all soft.

“Before you overthink, it’s not because of Aleyna’s birth”

“You don’t need to explain it for me” he kissed your cheek. “You don’t need to explain nothing”

“I do. I don’t want you thinking I didn’t like that night. It’s just postpartum recommendations, you know? No sex and all that”

“Oh- alright. Yeah, I did not know. Okay, good”

“See? That’s why I always need to explain things to you” you kissed the corner of his mouth. “But if you still want me in four months…”

“Let’s not talk about it right now” he shook his head, and the way his eyes were shining made you smile.

“It was the hottest for me too. Just for you to know” you smiled, knowing that you could tease him the entire night and he’d still respect your decision. “The day you jerked off was hot too”

“You heard it?” Mason groaned, hiding his face on your neck and instantly feeling ashamed.

“Hey, don’t be shy now. You should’ve been shy when you were touching yourself with me in the living room”

“Stop” he groaned again. “Let’s forget this”

“I can’t. I keep wishing I was in there” you whispered, feeling proud when the hair of his neck

“We should change the subject, I think”

“Yeah we should” you laughed, pulling him with you so you could both lay on the bed. “So, what’s our status now? We’re like, seeing if this could work?”

“You know this could work” he laid on his back so you could lay on top of him.

“Yeah but-”

“Just tell me what’s worrying you so much” he asked, one hand on your chin to make you look at him.

“I have a baby now, Mase. As my best friend I know you’ll always be there for her and for me” you sighed. “I don’t know if it makes sense but if she gets used to you and you’re my best friend, that’s okay to me. But I don’t know if I can let her get used to you as my boyfriend and then if things don’t work and we get distant I’ll have to rip someone from her life and I know she’s not capable of comprehending this yet but I am and-”

“Hey, take a breath, yeah?” he kissed the tip of your nose. “Are you sure you’re worried about me getting out of her life?”

“I don’t wanna have to rip you out of my life too, when things don’t work”

“But they’ll work”

“You can’t promise me that” you shrugged, closing your eyes to stop you from crying.

“No, but I can promise that if they don’t then I’ll still be here as the Mase you’ve always known”

“This never works, Mason. ‘Friendship comes first, if it gets wrong then we get back to being friends’. In the end, things never go back as they were. Plus, I don’t wanna have to get back to being your fucking friend” for some reason, you felt yourself losing patience, all those years wanting something and in the end being afraid of taking it.

“Then don’t”

“How you’re so calm” you snorted, rolling your eyes and staring at him again.

“I had my moment downstairs, now is your time” he kissed your forehead. “And I know how you feel. I’m tired of keeping it too”

“But I can’t be your girlfriend right now” you sighed, and your heart pounded when he slightly pulled out and nodded, instantly respecting you. Your precious boy. You clung to him tighter, biting his shoulder. “Not to the world, at least”

“We keep it between us?”

“Yeah, it’s our secret. And Aleyna’s”

“Liar” Mason poked your waist. “I bet you’ll tell Sarah as soon as she get here”

“No?! Not everything at least. But she can know we’re getting to know each other better” you smiled.

“Woody will know we’re getting to know each other too” he kissed your temple. “And Dec. Oh and I’ll have to tell Chilly”

“God, if you plan on telling all your boyfriends then the entire England team will know soon” you giggled, laughing when he tickled your waist carefully.

“Shut up”

“I still can’t believe you didn’t show up for almost three weeks just because you were feeling bad about something stupid” you whined. “You were supposed to be there”

“I’m sorry, pookie. But I was busy too, you know”

“Yeah, lots of training sessions and games to play” you rolled your eyes.

“Actually, I was remodelling one of the guest rooms. You should come visit to see how it is now” he kissed your head. “Or I can ask Ben to send a picture”

“Ben is there?”

“Yeah, apparently he doesn’t have a house anymore” it was Mason’s turn to roll his eyes.

“Ask him then, you got me curious”

“How does he know I’m the girlfriend?” you frowned at him.

“You’re the only girl I talk about” Mason shrugged, and you tried to hide the way only a simple phrase from him could make you feel like you were drunk. “Look”

“Mason!” you gasped, kneeling on the bed. “You didn’t”

“I did” he smiled, groaning in sequence. “Now lay back, you need to sleep”

“It’s beautiful, really” you kissed his face before snuggling against his body. “She’ll love it when she’s older”

“I hope so” he giggled. “I bet she’ll like me more than she’ll like Sarah”

“Mason! You’re unbelievable” you laughed, hiding your face in his neck.

He held you tight and caressed your lower back to try and make you relax. When you were about to fall asleep, Aleyna started to cry and you began to get up.

“I got it, yeah? You stay here and go back to sleep” Mason murmured, kissing your face before leaving the room.

You could hear him calming her, talking and murmuring a song and even taking some things from her wardrobe, but soon the tiredness took the best of you.

—

“How’s things going between my favourite couple?” Sarah cuddled you, resting her face on your shoulder and hugging your waist.

You were in Mason’s yard, sunbathing whilst watching him playing with a six months old Aleyna. He was about to start another season, so you, Sarah and his favourite kid were invited to stay at his house and attend the first game of the season.

“We’re good, baby. Really good” you smiled, a warm feeling spreading through your body.

Since Mason took you home from the hospital and the pair of you decided to try, things got different. He was still the silly Mason, always making you laugh and blush, but he also has this serious facet now. A version that is always worried about you and Aleyna, always making sure if his girls don’t need anything.

Not that he didn’t worry before, you’re sure he did. But it seems almost like a duty now. Like he knows he can show he’s worried and just taking care of what’s his.

For the past five months, he has been trying to visit you at Portsmouth once a week, so he can see Aleyna and spend time with you, and you try your best to bring her to him too.

He was there when she started babbling words, when she started to crawl. You brought her to Stamford Bridge when she was only three months old, and it was sweet how he would show her everything and everyone, even though she couldn’t understand a word.

During the summer break he got to see you and Aleyna more, choosing to spend it in Portsmouth, and the three of you celebrated your birthday in an intimate way, with cuddles, movies and a little cake Mason got you, but soon he was back to the pre-season games and now you’re back to seeing him once a week — in the best scenario.

You know this routine has been tiring as hell for him, but he never complains about it. Instead, he sighs and kisses you, then waits for you to bring Aleyna to sleep on his chest. So you sit and watch them.

Mason treats her like a father would. Like her father should. And it’s bittersweet. First of all, it makes you feel happy inside, because even though you didn’t give your baby the father she deserves, you know she’ll have Mason.

At the same time, you’re so worried about making him feel like a replacement. ‘The biological father didn’t want her, what do you think about taking all the responsibilities a child comes with?’

You know he loves her and spends time with her because he wants to, but you can’t stop the overthinking process.

But again, at the same time, you wish he wants to take the responsibilities. You wish he wants to be her father.

Above all, you just wish that Mason had told you years ago how he really felt about you, so that Aleyna could be his.

“You need to stop worrying, Y/N” Sarah read your expressions, knowing you too well. “We all can see their bond, the way he cares about her and how she’s always looking for him in the room. Those things comes naturally, and you can relax and be happy that your boyfriend loves your daughter and that she feels the same way”

“I know… they’re so cute, right?” you sighed. “I guess I’m just worried about what everyone else will think of it. What will his parents think of him taking care of a daughter that isn’t his? What his fans will think of it when- if we ever made it public. The world will be able to see that they were born to be in each other’s life or the only thing they’ll be aware off is that he is not her biological father?”

“I know the pair of you are still keeping it low and secret, exactly to avoid the pressure over the new relationship, but you shouldn’t be worrying about others' opinions, especially not about the fans. The only opinion you should care about is his, and you definitely don’t need to worry about Mason. You need to see how he looks at you and Aleyna. That boy is not leaving”

“I hope so” “She really likes him. I wish he was her dad”

Sarah hugged your waist, letting your words sink in. It was the first time you said it out loud, and you know she was thinking about the real dad.

“What do you mean?” she poked your waist. “He’s not?”

“Haha, silly” you rolled your eyes, looking for your phone when he buzzed.

“We all thought the same thing when you told us, Y/N. We all wanted you and Mase together. But now let’s think about good things, alright? If you think of the devil too much, he’ll eventually show up” Sarah giggled, pulling away so you could check the phone.

You wish she had said it earlier. You wish she had warned you about it earlier, because glowing on your screen there was a text from Walker Stone.

Taking a deep breath and looking over your phone, you smiled at a sweaty Mason trying to teach Aleyna to walk. You could hear his giggles and hers, and when he noticed you were looking, he helped your daughter to blow you a kiss before winking at you.

With this image in mind, you texted Walker back.

next chapter ->

#✧･ﾟ: *✧ tsimvkas — works #mason mount fanfic #mason mount x reader #mason mount smut #mason mount fluffy #mason mount imagines

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byneddiedingo · 1 year

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Rock Hudson and Jane Wyman in Magnificent Obsession (Douglas Sirk, 1954)

Cast: Jane Wyman, Rock Hudson, Agnes Moorehead, Otto Kruger, Barbara Rush, Gregg Palmer, Paul Cavanaugh, Sara Shane, Richard H. Cutting, Judy Nugent, Helen Kleeb. Screenplay: Robert Blees, Wells Root, based on a novel by Lloyd C. Douglas and a screenplay by Sarah Y. Mason and Victor Heerman. Cinematography: Russell Metty. Art direction: Bernard Herzbrun, Emrich Nicholson. Film editing: Milton Carruth. Music: Frank Skinner.

Lloyd C. Douglas, Lutheran pastor turned novelist, was in some ways the anti-Ayn Rand. His Magnificent Obsession, published in 1929 and first filmed in 1935 with Irene Dunne and Robert Taylor directed by John M. Stahl, advocates a kind of "pay it forward" altruism, the obverse of Rand's laissez-faire individualism. Douglas preached a gospel of service to others with no expectation of rewards to oneself. Fortunately, director Douglas Sirk and screenwriters Robert Blees and Wells Root keep the preaching in the 1954 remake down to a minimum -- mostly confining it to the preachiest of the film's characters, the artist Edward Randolph (Otto Kruger), but also using it as an essential element in the development of the central character, Bob Merrick (Rock Hudson), in his transition from heel to hero. This was Hudson's first major dramatic role, the one that launched him from Universal contract player into stardom. Not coincidentally, it was the second of nine films he made with Sirk, movies that range from the negligible Taza, Son of Cochise (1954) to the near-great Written on the Wind (1956). More than anyone, perhaps, Sirk was responsible for turning Hudson from just a handsome hunk with a publicist-concocted screen name into a movie actor of distinct skill. In Magnificent Obsession he demonstrates that essential film-acting technique: letting thought and emotion show on the face. It's a more effective performance than that of his co-star, Jane Wyman, though she was the one who got an Oscar nomination for the movie. As Helen Phillips, whose miseries are brought upon her by Merrick (through no actual fault of his own), Wyman has little to do but suffer stoically and unfocus her eyes to play blind. Hudson has an actual character arc to follow, and he does it quite well -- though reportedly not without multiple takes of his scenes, as Sirk coached him into what he wanted. What Sirk wanted, apparently, is a lush, Technicolor melodrama that somehow manages to make sense -- Sirk's great gift as a director being an ability to take melodrama seriously. Magnificent Obsession, like most of Sirk's films during the 1950s, was underestimated at the time by serious critics, but has undergone reevaluation after feminist critics began asking why films that center on women's lives were being treated as somehow inferior to those about men's. It's not, I think, a great film by any real critical standards -- there's still a little too much preaching and too much angelic choiring on the soundtrack, and the premise that a blind woman assisted by a nurse (Agnes Moorehead) with bright orange hair could elude discovery for months despite widespread efforts to find them stretches credulity a little too far. But it's made and acted with such conviction that I found myself yielding to it anyway.

#Magnificent Obsession #Douglas Sirk #Rock Hudson #Jane Wyman

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Thorn In My Side, Rose In My Hand (Part 7)

Pairing: Rafe Cameron x Reader

Warnings: Swearing

Pronouns: She/Her

Word Count: 4.6K

Summary: After a frustrating argument with his dad, Rafe goes to seek comfort in Y/N’s arms. This leads to him finally asking for the moment he has been waiting for.

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Y/N wakes up the next morning in the Camerons’ guest bedroom. She has a slight headache from the alcohol she drank the night before. She thinks about what almost happened with Rafe and is glad he pulled away. Now, being sober, she remembers what she saw at Midsummer and finds herself upset again. They never had a chance to talk about it. Her thoughts are interrupted by the sound of the bedroom door being opened. Sarah comes in with a glass of water and Tylenol. Sarah being 14 meant that Rafe forces her to stay at a friend’s house whenever he throws a party. “Rafe told me to bring this up to you,” Sarah tells her as she hands over the things. Y/N takes the medicine, “Thanks.” “No problem. The boys are making breakfast downstairs,” Sarah informs as she walks towards the door. “And Y/N, I’m sorry about Wilson.”

After a few minutes of lying in bed, Y/N finally makes her way downstairs and greets everyone at breakfast. Everyone eats with pleasant conversation. Sarah needed to get to the Trembley’s house to babysit the kids, so Mason offered to drive her, which left Y/N and Rafe alone to do the dishes. “So what does last night mean for us?” Rafe asks, handing over a wet plate for her to dry. Y/N takes the plate and starts to dry it, “Rafe, I appreciate you waiting to kiss me, but I saw you with Elizabeth at Midsummer and I know you know how I feel about her. I know that the unconscious part of you chose her because it would hurt me. So I can’t be with you right now. I need some time.” “Okay, I get that. I’m sorry that it hurt you, I wasn’t trying to. I want to be honest and tell you we did end up kissing last night too. But we only ever made out, it never went further than that,” Rafe confesses. This eases Y/N’s mind a little, but she still needs time to figure things out, “I understand, thanks for telling me. Since we are done, I think I’m just gonna go to the beach for a bit.” She places the dish towel back onto the oven railing and heads to the guest bedroom to get her stuff.

She gets her stuff, heading back downstairs to say bye. “Can I borrow Sarah’s bike to go home? If she needs it any time soon, she can just text me and I’ll bring it over to her,” Y/N asks. Rafe looks over his shoulder at her from the sink, “Actually, hers is being tuned up at the store, so you can borrow mine. I’ll pick it up next time I come over. It should be around back near the pool.” Y/N nods her head. “Cool, thanks. See you later.”

———

Y/N got home safely and is now relaxing on the beach. She always tries to spend as much time here as she can during the summer because she feels at peace surrounded by water. She is relaxing on a water inflatable when Lacet finally makes her way to Y/N. “Look who is finally awake. It’s like three in the afternoon,” Y/N teases, shielding her eyes from the sun. Lacey groans, taking a sip from her coffee, “Shh, I still have a headache from last night. I never want to drink again.”

Y/N laughs at her friend’s misery, “I’ve heard that before. At least it sounded like you had fun last night.”

“You and I both know I like to pretend. This is totally tmi, but important to the story. I was on the toilet this morning because we both know that being hungover gives me the shits. But like I was looking at these recipes for different ways to make wellingtons and it got me thinking that we should have another girls’ dinner. Maybe tonight?”

“Oooh, I love that idea. I could go over some of my writing with you. I was able to write another chapter.”

“I cannot wait. I can make some mocktails for us. Because mama cannot do another hangover tonight. I’m gonna make a beef Wellington and a mushroom one.”

“Lol, I like the sound of that.”

“So, now that we have that out of the way. How are you feeling about Wilson?”

“I’m feeling better since last night. I mean I’m more hung up on the fact that he used me. Looking back on our relationship. I wasn’t really into him that much anyways. I think in a way, I was using him too.”

“Really? How so?”

“At first, I definitely do think that I liked him. But as I started to get to know him, I realized we weren’t good for each other and I should’ve ended it then. And yet, when I started to realize that maybe I didn’t hate Rafe, I pushed myself to be with Wilson because I didn’t want to admit it. We dated for a month, even though I knew it wouldn’t go anywhere. I definitely don’t think that what I did was as bad as what he did because I did genuinely want to explore what we could be, but I wasn’t exactly perfect in the relationship either.”

“You are right. Using Wilson to ignore your feelings about Rafe wasn’t great. But at least, you recognize that. I bet you Wilson doesn’t even think he did anything wrong.”

“True. I just want to get past the whole thing though. And before you try to shift the conversation to Rafe. I’m really not ready to talk about where we are out right now. Maybe tonight after I’ve eaten some delicious wellingtons and mocktails.”

Lacey nods, knowing her friend just needs some time to process what she is feeling. The two girls spend most of their time in the water for the rest of the day. Only making their way to Lacey’s house when the sun started setting.

———

The next day, Y/N is picking up some groceries for her mom. She rounds the corner of the aisle and accidentally hits someone else’s cart. “I’m so sorry,” she begins until she sees who she hit. “Oh, Elizabeth. How are you?” Y/N tries to be polite with the other girl. They may be rivals, but they are mostly civil with each other. “I’m pretty good. I’m sorry to hear about the break up though. What Wilson did was totally a jackass move,” Elizabeth replies sincerely. “Thanks. How are things going with you and Rafe? I saw you guys at Midsummer and he told me about you guys during the party,” she says, hoping to see if Rafe and Elizabeth’s stories match up. Elizabeth’s face turns into a slight frown, “Nothing really happened. We just made out both times. Honestly, I’m pretty sure he was just using me to distract himself from you.”

This causes surprise to cross over Y/N’s face. “Why do you think that?” she inquires with her head slightly tilted to the side. “Well, at Midsummer, I stopped making out with him because he groaned your name when I played with his hair. Then at his party, we were making out, when all of a sudden his phone started ringing. With the way he shut down the party after the call and from the rumours I heard, I’m pretty sure he dropped everything to go pick you up. Anyways I gotta go. Bye.” Y/N calls out a goodbye as Elizabeth walks away.

Rafe told her the truth after all. What is more interesting to the girl is that Rafe seems to have done the same thing she has done. She finishes up her shopping and heads back home.

———

A week has passed since Y/N’s break up, which means that school is also bound to start up again in about two weeks. Rafe is sitting in the living room, watching some random show he isn’t really paying attention to. His focus is diverted to his dad as Ward walks into the room with a huff. “Tell me why I just got a call from Mr. Porter saying that if you don’t give his son a public apologize, then he will have no choice but to file a lawsuit against you for assault,” Ward gripes to his son. Rafe honestly thought nothing more would come from the punch because it had been a week since it happened. “He was an ass to Y/N. I had to make sure he knew what happens when he messes with her.” Ward runs his hand down his face, “God, I knew that girl would get you in trouble. I want you to give that public apology tomorrow morning. You are going to do exactly what Mr. Porter says because if you don’t, then I’m not gonna clean up your mess this time. Is this understood?” Rafe agrees with the statement. He knows Y/N would prefer he takes the peaceful way out of this situation.

He thinks the conversation is over, but his dad doesn’t get up from his seat on the couch. “I also want to know why I was sent a parent approval form from Marvin to sign, so you could start an internship with him,” Ward interrogates, his voice beginning to rise. Right, Rafe had forgotten to talk to his father about this before the paperwork was sent. “Well, Marvin and I were talking a few weeks ago about his law firm. He said he needed some extra help with some organizational stuff, so I offered to help,” Rafe begins to explain. “You wanted me to figure out how to do swim team, university work and an internship at Cameron’s Development, so I thought this would be a good trial run for university and Marvin thought the same. He said if I have any trouble with handling the internship and everything else, then it would be fine if I quit. Pre-law students are always looking to intern with him.”

Ward shakes his head in disapproval, “If you wanted to intern somewhere, you should’ve just come with me. I don’t understand why you would work at a law firm. It has nothing to do with development.” “I know you have this life plan for me, but I wanted to do something for myself once. I may have been given help from Marvin to get the job. But it’s something new though and I asked for myself. I want to be able to experience other things in life other than just the development company,” Rafe clarifies to his dad. “Whatever, I’ll sign the stupid paper, but I don’t understand why the fuck you would make that choice. Why can’t you just do as you are told?” Ward complains to his son, storming off toward his office. Rafe expected a screaming match to happen between the two of them, but this felt worse somehow.

Rafe keeps trying to do what his dad wants, but even when he thinks he has it figured out, he still disappoints his dad. Instead of feeling the normal anger that would normally radiate off of him after an argument with his dad, he feels this sadness that washes over him. His mom would always push him outside of his comfort zone and it was part of the reason why he offered to help Marvin. He thought his dad would understand that and be proud of him. But like always, Ward just wants to be able to control every aspect of Rafe’s life. Ward has this life plan for Rafe that he isn’t allowed to deviate from. Rafe knows Sarah doesn’t have to listen to what her dad plans for her life. He doesn’t understand why his dad puts all this pressure on him. Rafe feels like utter crap after that conversation and there is only one person, who he knows can make him feel better. She can be found in the Y/L/N residence.

———

Y/N sits outside in the gazebo, reading her book in the hanging basket. She lifts her eyes from the page when she hears a knock from the screened door. “Hey, Y/L/N. Care for some company?” Rafe interrupts as he slowly opens the door. She could see his watery eyes, looking like he is going to burst at any second, “Of course, what’s wrong?” She immediately wraps her arms around the boy and buries his head into her neck whilst leading him to sit on the loveseat. “Why does my dad insist on controlling my life? Why can’t I just do things for myself without him questioning everything?” Rafe cries, feeling safe to now let himself be vulnerable with the girl.

Y/N knows this is always a source of upset for him. Rafe’s relationship with Ward will never be anything like Mason and Marvin’s. “I don’t know why your dad is the way that he is. But I do know that you are not at fault for how he treats you. He has issues that he doesn’t realize he needs to fix and that is not on you,” she tries to comfort.

“I know. It’s just last time we were fighting about how I didn’t want to join the uni swim team because I wanted to focus on school and my internship. And he absolutely blew up about that. Now, I want to do a trial run to see if I can find a balance between school, work and swim team and my dad isn’t proud that I’m trying. It’s like one step forward and twenty back. I don’t know how much longer of this I can take.”

It pains Y/N to hear how much pain is in Rafe’s voice as he explains it to her, “Why didn’t you tell me things were getting this bad?”

“Last time it got this bad, you were avoiding me.”

“Oh, I’m sorry I wasn’t there for you. But I’m here now.”

“I know, thank you. You are the one person that could’ve made me feel better right now, honestly.”

“I’m glad I can return the favour.”

Rafe smiles, knowing she is referring to how he took care of her after Wilson broke her heart, “Right, how are we feeling after that?”

The look in Rafe’s eyes tells Y/N that he is really asking how she feels about him, “I’m actually feeling great considering we only broke up a week ago. I think my heart was always set on someone else.”

“Oh, yeah. Well, that someone is ready for more. If you are ready too, of course.”

“Really? Would he maybe want a kiss? I wouldn’t want to take advantage of his vulnerability,” she jokes as she strokes his hair.

“He absolutely wants a kiss.”

Rafe removes his head from where it is buried in her neck and pulls Y/N into a kiss. His lips passionately move against hers and after a few seconds, his tongue makes its way into her mouth. She feels butterflies in her stomach and she hears him groan as she gently tugs his hair. Rafe removes himself from her lips and starts attacking her neck with kisses. She lets out a soft moan when he reaches her soft spot just under her ear, which causes him to grin and start to suck on the spot. Eventually, the two pull away from each other because of Rafe. He places his forehead on hers and looks into her eyes. They both have a soft grin on their lips. “Would you want to go on a date with me the day after tomorrow?” he whispers to her. They may have just been kissing, but he still is fearful that she will say no. She gives Rafe a quick kiss before answering, “Of course. I would love to.”

———

The next morning, Rafe gets up earlier than usual to make his public apology to Wilson. It wasn’t very public seeing as he was just instructed to go to Wilson’s and the only people there are Wilson, his parents and all of his dinner guests from that night. However, the Porters still had to make a ridiculously big deal about this and have Rafe make his apology on a makeshift stage and podium. “I am sorry for assaulting you, Wilson. I was wrong for doing so. You are an amazing person and the fact that my dirty and violent hands touched you never should have happened,” Rafe reads off of the cards that one of Porter’s employees is holding up for him. The group claps and Rafe zones out as everyone bustles about around him.

Once he is allowed to leave, Rafe makes a mad dash to The Wreck to meet with Lacey to ask her for help with his and Y/N’s date tomorrow. “I hope you know that you are paying for whatever I order. And I plan to order a lot,” Lacey notifies him, not even looking up from the menu as he sits across from her. Rafe laughs at her antics, “I don’t expect anything less. But I need your help with something for Y/N and mine’s date tomorrow, please.” “And what exactly does that help entail?” Lacey replies; this time actually diverting her attention to the boy. “I just need you to cook some things for me. I’ll make you a list of the foods and then you can give me the bill after you get the stuff you need,” he answers. “Okay, I can do that. Especially if it’s for Y/N. Now, let’s order and then we can talk about this more. Mama is hungry.”

———

Rafe picks Y/N up at ten in the morning. He told her he had a whole day planned out for them and he knew she is an early bird anyway. He is wearing gray flannel on top of a gray T-shirt with some jeans. When Y/N opens the door, Rafe just pauses and admires her beauty. Her purple sweetheart neck raglan sleeve sweater shows her collarbones, which have a golden heart-shaped necklace resting between them. Her black pleated skirt rest just above her knees and this causes his eyes to follow down her legs to her white embroidered high-top converse. He knows she embroidered the flowers onto them herself. Her fingers are littered with rings and her double ear piercing both have hoops in them. Her hair twisted back behind her head with a claw clip. Rafe notices she is wearing some light makeup; god, he wants to smudge that pinkish-red lipstick.

Y/N smiles softly at him and gives a tiny wave, “Hey, are you okay?” Rafe snaps out of his trance. “Yeah, just soaking in how happy I am to finally be taking you out on a date. Are you ready to go?” he admits whilst holding his hand out to her. She nods her head and takes his hand as she places her brown purse across her body. They get into his car and he drives off to their first destination.

———

The massive grin on Y/N’s face, when she sees the sign for Outer Banks’ biggest independent bookstore, tells Rafe that he is on the right track for their date and this causes his heart to swell with pride. He holds open the door and she practically runs into the shop. They randomly walk around for a little bit to start. The conversation only begins after Y/N sees the Percy Jackson books. “Rafe, these are my absolutely favourite books. I owe my love of reading to Rick Riordan,” Y/N gushes to him. Rafe loves how passionate she is about the books and how she is not afraid to show it, “Really? How so?”

Y/N's heart leaps at the genuine interest that Rafe is showing, “When I was a kid, I had a hard time learning to read. So I hated doing it. My parents tried getting me to read so many different books. I never really felt seen with any of them. But with Percy, I felt a connection with his character because of his dyslexia. His sarcasm and jokes made him relatable to me and I fell in love with reading because of it.”

“I never knew that you could connect to a character on that level. The last book I remember reading is the Harry Potter series and I don’t think I really felt that way about any of the characters.”

“Yeah, it feels kinda magical when you can. It really helps you immerse yourself in the story. I’m actually thinking about starting a YA book club. Maybe, you can join and you’ll find your connection.”

“I would love to join. You really have interesting perspectives on books and I would love to learn more. Plus, I think it would be fun to have reading dates together.”

Y/N is surprised that Rafe actually likes her idea. The excitement she feels about being able to show him some of her favourite books grows. The rest of the time at the bookstore is spent with Rafe holding Y/N’s stack of books she wants to buy, listening to her point out the books she has read or wants to read. He finds it adorable and it reminds him of a little kid on a scavenger hunt. It takes a lot of convincing from Rafe to get Y/N to let him pay for all of her books. He asks her to take the books out to the car, saying he thinks he forgot something in the store. He quickly locates the Percy Jackson series and runs it up to the cash register to pay. Rafe knows he could probably borrow the books from Y/N, but he wants it to be a surprise that he is going to read them.

———

The next destination for their date is Rafe’s kitchen, where Y/N finds all the ingredients she needs to make chocolate chip cookies on the island. “I thought we could make cookies for dessert for dinner,” Rafe announces to her. Y/N looks at him with delight, “Okay, but only if you let me take the lead.” “I will always let you take the lead,” Rafe confesses with adoration in his eyes. This causes Y/N’s cheeks to heat up.

Y/N’s back is facing Rafe; she is concentrating on mixing the ingredients, so she doesn’t notice Rafe scooping some chocolate chips into his mouth from the bag. She turns around to ask him something when she sees his cheeks puffed like a chipmunk and giggles. “Are you eating some chocolate?” she laughs as he nods his head with a guilty look on his face. “You really are just like a child. Come here, please. I need you to help me place the balls on the pan. You roll the balls and I’ll place them.” Rafe listens to her order and scoops some of the dough into his hand and forms just about the smallest ball she has ever seen. This causes some more giggles to fall past her lips. “Those are too small and it looks more like a cube than a sphere. Here, let me help you,” she instructs, wrapping her arms around his to help guide him with making the next ball. She directs his hands to the ball and helps him take some cookie dough into his hands. She places her hands over his as she helps him make the motion to make the balls.

Y/N is not going to lie; she gets a little distracted by Rafe, who smells like the salty sea air and a hint of chlorine. She pauses for a second and this causes Rafe to look down at her to see if she is okay. He smiles when he notices she is admiring his smell. She snaps out of the daydream and continues to help him form a golf ball-sized dough ball. Now, knowing how to make the balls, Rafe continues on his own. Y/N places the pan in the oven when all the balls are formed and they go to watch Clueless as the cookies bake.

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Dinner is served picnic style on the beach, watching the sunset. Battery-powered lanterns litter the sand around the picnic mat to create light. It illuminates the spread of sushi, pasta, cheeseburger sliders and mini tacos; all of Y/N’s favourite foods and all cooked by Lacey. The couple gorges themselves on the buffet before they cuddle together on the beach, sharing the cookies they made together. “When did you think you started to fall for me?” Y/N ponders, taking a bite from the cookie and then handing it over to Rafe.

“You are going to call me a liar. But I think I’ve been slowly falling for you since we were five. I remember thinking: ‘She is totally wrong about who won the race, but I love how she isn’t afraid to fight back in her own way.’ Also, I found it funny how long you could hold a grudge. How about you?”

“That is totally a lie and such a cliche. For me, it is probably when you took me to McDonald’s after my first date with Wilson. You knew what I needed and what I liked without me having to tell you. I really appreciated that. You also did a bunch of things that Wilson didn’t even do for me on our date and I kept thinking about that.”

“No, it can’t have been then. It was so recent.”

“Maybe it is. Maybe it isn’t. It’s when I knew for sure though that I had feelings for you. Maybe I started unconsciously falling for you way before then.”

“Good. Because I want the book of you and me to be a really long one. So your chapters have to start before that.”

“Okay, whatever you want.”

“You’re cold. My swim team sweater is in the basket for you.”

“How did you know I’m cold?”

“Caring for you is my sixth sense now.”

Y/N untangles herself from his arms and goes over to the basket to put on his hoodie. He loves to see her wearing his number and last name on his back. One day, it’s going to be hers too. She goes back into his arms to cuddle for a little bit. After a while, he notices she is growing tired and they pack up to go back to her house.

———

Rafe is parked outside of her house, waiting for her to get out of the car. She doesn’t move, but instead turns towards him, “Can you sleep over? I don’t really want this date to end.” He tiredly smiles at her and turns the car off. They get into her room and go around getting ready for bed in sync. The scene felt perfectly domestic as they brushed their teeth together. He gets into the bed first and lets his arms wrap around her when she lies beside him. She rests her head on his chest and her eyes flutter closed, “Goodnight, Rafe.” “Goodnight, my rose,” he whispers, placing a kiss on her forehead before falling asleep.

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Marvin and Cassie Y/L/N find their daughter in bed the next morning in the arms of Rafe Cameron. They are not surprised by the sight and are glad the two have finally gotten together. “You owe me a book,” Cassie mumbles as she closes Y/N’s bedroom door and they walk downstairs. Marvin lightly grumbles, “They really couldn’t have waited a year. I thought they would finally realize it in university.”

“Not them. They were meant to be.”

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