#when he turned and SPRINTED out of the room away from dylan

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i truly hope tramell tillman gets his ass ate

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Surfin' The Years Away

Wade reluctantly follows his boyfriend into a new thrift shop. After trying on some old surf shorts he is blasted into the past. With each passing moment and stray thought he's body and mind molded into the King of this mid-century beach.

What better time for a surfer TF than Winter huh? In season for any Aussie/Southern Hemisphere readers I might have haha! At any rate, Hope you enjoy this little time travel TF, got a cowboy TF coming next ;) Best ! -Occam

Wade and Dylan don’t know how they’ve somehow overlooked the vintage shop on Main Street until now. Wade’s more than happy to make a note of it and come back later, quite eager to get out of the cold. But when Dylan pulls on his sleeve and begs they check it out, “We’ll just be in and out babe-” the driver acquiesces with a grumble and turns into the small parking lot.

Before the engine’s off, Dylan hops out of the small car and sprints inside in search of some theoretical hidden gem. Wade sees his sigh in the icy air before he knew he released it. Longing for the end of the winter he trudges carefully along the icy sidewalk behind his happy-go-lucky boyfriend. 

The woman at the counter pages through some old magazine of vintage clothing while Dylan raids the racks. Wade eyes the cluttered store as he fights back a sneeze from the dusty shelves. Quite the eclectic shop, certainly not a store with a specific market in mind. What can only be leather fetish gear hangs on the walls next to some army surplus gear and in between are rack after rack of pastel skirts and oversized vintage suits.

He hears his boyfriend squeak in excitement as he pulls two things off their coat hangers. “Wade! Look~ Bell Bottoms!” He holds a pair of something more akin to boho pants up to his waist and poses, “Aren’t they just 60’s chic babe?” Queen that he is, Wade opens his mouth to question or debate when exactly they became vogue, but before he has a chance there’s a glimmer in Dylan’s eyes as he pulls out a piece for Wade to judge.

“And I found these for you babe!” Stretching the string waistband with a wink, Dylan produces a pair of surf shorts that are surely a few sizes too large for Wade, who remains ready to leave. Responding to a complaint not yet uttered Dylan raises a finger to silence him and continues, “C’mon just try ‘em on Wadey! You can tighten them all the way up, this way if you keep up on your gym plans they’ll be perfect for your beach bod!” 

Wade grumbles and reaches out to grab the shorts. Though he’s loath to admit it, he’s surprised at how right they feel now that they’re in his hands. Pursing his lips he doesn’t acknowledge the strange sensation. Wade shakes his head in shock as after a moment holding them, he’s filled with an urge to strip then and there to throw them on. Blushing at the strange thought he keeps silent and allows himself be dragged towards the two shabby dressing rooms in the back of the store.

Dylan, holding his bell bottoms and a vest Wade didn’t see him pick up, does a little pose before dipping into the changing room on the left. Ready to be done and slightly on edge from his intrusive thought, Wade enters the curtained space opposite. Like any other of the millions of dressing rooms throughout the country there’s a mirror, a small mounted bench, and spot to hang up your clothes. What is less expected is the bizarre silence that overtakes him as he steps past the curtain, as if he were in a recording booth.

Holding his shorts he forcefully assumes it’s just his ears popping and he’ll be right as rain any moment now. It’s anyone’s guess as to why the sound of Dylan’s humming as he changes into his little outfit is totally muted by two hanging sheets of fabric. As far as Wade is concerned his boyfriend has simply decided to go quiet, willfully ignoring how out of character that is for a man as uncomfortable with silence as Dylan is. Faced with this strange supernatural quiet Wade feels himself begin to understand the discomfort.

The man’s two feet away, Wade should hear the shuffling of clothing if nothing else. Hackles officially raised, Wade starts to investigate, though before his hands can reach the curtain he’s struck with a migraine and thought that’s not his own blaring in his head, It is of no concern, I should change into the surf shorts. Lip quivering the shorts are already in his hands as he turns back to the mirror.

His reflection flickers as his pants fall to the ground, goosebumps soaring up his legs from the shock of losing their cozy covering. Unwilling to acknowledge whatever horror must lie in the mirror he forces his eyes shut as his body moves of its own accord to pull the baggy shorts on. When he feels them cinched and tied on his thin waist he opens his eyes, holding fast to the idea that everything is fine, must be fine.

In the mirror he finds his reflection as it always is, tacky swim shorts notwithstanding. He looks exactly as he should. Wade sighs in relief before he notices that he’s not out of the impossible jungle yet. What is different is the room in which he finds himself, the curtain now striped, a harsh bulb hangs above him, the small bench replaced by a damaged wooden stool. 

Taking time to rationalize how he’s gotten these details mixed up, as is the only explanation, he sees a shimmer in the bottom of the mirror. Looking closely he sees a spark slowly panning up. When it reaches his feet he sees them slowly begin to darken, tanned by a sun they’ve rarely seen before they begin to bulge and lengthen. Seeing feet more akin to swim fins than what he knows he has he yelps and jumps away, getting tangled in the rough curtain before spilling into the vintage store’s hallway.

Dumbfounded, Wade scrambles to the floor and sees the vintage store is no more. In its place is what appears to be a cabana. Large windows show a bright beachside summer day, a far cry from the frigid world he knew it should be. Before he can pinch himself awake he flinches as some surfer bro gestures to his shorts and shouts, “Eyy Wade! Lookin’ killer brah!” 

Refusing to engage with the world he’s found himself in, Wade beelines to the tall, tanned, muscular man who addressed him by name and asks as his eyes start to tear up, “D- Dylan?” The surfer’s eyes focus in and his mouth closes into a look of shock before dropping into a slack jawed, “Whuh?” and settling on a smile as he laughs and ruffles Wade’s hair, “‘S Ray dude, you know that ahahah!” 

Ray? Wade rubs his eyes as he tries to remember if he knows a Ray, though really he doesn’t think he knows any surfers. Ray. With each searching thought comes a creeping sensation. The name feels right? It feels more at home, more familiar in his head, as if he’s thought of the man thousands of times. Ray. Yeah, he knows Ray, how could he not. Looking at the man standing opposite him, blushing at the tan pecs at his eye level he is struck with countless memories of watching him on the waves. Cheering on his, brah? No that can’t be-

“Should take your shirt off too Wade, show off for the ladies eh?” Ray flexes and Wade narrows his eyes, okay well that’s enough of this dude. He then slaps his forehead, what’s he thinking he just needs to call Dylan, obviously. He quickly runs back to the changed-changing room and arrives just in time to find his pants shifting into vintage shorts, quite like the pair he now wears. Swallowing his fear he reaches into the pocket for his phone, though the only thing he produces is a beaten up wallet and his car keys, now missing their fob.

Putting forth great effort to steady his breathing he checks the wallet to find a similarly damaged driver’s license unlike any he’s ever seen. Gone is the plasticine card he’s carried for years, replaced by some water stained, taped together laminated bit of paper with a signature sloppier than he’d ever use scrawled under his name. His eyes refuse to look at the date of birth as he opts to sprint back and confront Ray.

His feet pound hard on the few steps back to the cabana’s lobby, heavier than they had any right to. With each careening step they widen and lengthen racing to match the wretched paddles he saw in his reflection. Their soles roughening from what must be years of walking along dingy beachside sidewalks, perfect for sticking to a waxed board. “Okay dude, Ray, whatever your name is I’d like my phone back. I don’t think this stupid little prank is funny.”

Ray pauses mouth hanging open, its default state apparently, as he processes whatever it is that Wade must be whining about. He tilts his head and smirks a stupid smile at the clerk that Wade only just noticed, “Hear that Mabes? Wader over here thinks you had a phone in the changing room! Hah!” 

She rolls her eyes before turning to address the clearly apoplectic newcomer, “Wade I don’t know what your deal is today-” she pauses to look him up and down and groans, “God! How many times do I have to tell you guys, if you’re going to come in at least throw on shoes. No one wants to see your disgusting little feet.”

Ray performs indignance at this, throwing a heavy arm around Wade’s shoulder, though he shoots higher than he should as if he were expecting his bro to be taller than he is, “Now Mabe, babe. You won’t get me defindin’ the cleanliness of my brah here, but little! I’ll have you know he’s got the best board huggers this side of San Fran!” Wade narrows his eyes in confusion as whatever is going on is clearly beyond and beneath him. Though as Ray finishes speaking, the smaller man grunts as his feet cramp.

Looking down, Wade discovers that, alongside the world around him, he too has begun to change. His feet have clearly already grown, Dylan always poked fun at his small shoe size, but now they have grown beyond measure. Wade recoils in shock as they balloon once more, toes stretching further as his soles bulge wider.

They seem so large that he wonders where he’ll be able to even get shoes that big. Eyes flickering back and forth he figures he’ll just have to order them on Ama- uh? Wade’s eyes glaze over briefly as he loses his train of thought. His head pangs with pain as the idea of online shopping starts to fade. Surely they have catalogues for extra-large shoes or something, he’ll check with Ray later, yeah. Ray’ll know.

Speaking of, Ray and Mabel have continued arguing. Wade is unaware that as he was lost in his own mind, his new surfer bro has continued to defend him, and with each complimentary phrase Wade has begun to inch taller in height. Speaking of waves conquered and tubes bodied, Wade catches the tail end of one particularly exaggerated story as his mind begins to fill in the details. Back stretching and calves slowly bulking as he clearly recalls bailing from his board. He grunts again as he surges taller, thighs slowly bulking up as his new height exposes a pale midriff, attracting eyes from both of the spatting pair.

Finding he has their attention he clears his throat and begs, “Look, I don’t care about any of this-” Ray recoils in shock, “Can I borrow either of your cellphones so I can call my boyfriend?” Their eyes widen at the brazen use of boyfriend though the friends are well aware of Wade’s proclivities, what actually causes the strange stares is his asking for a cell phone. “Brah, did you hit your head or what? You know the cabana don’t have a phone.” 

Wade shakes his head, he doesn’t know that he doesn’t care, “Sure! Whatever!” he reaches out, “Can I borrow your cell phone.” Mabel and Ray eye each other once more before breaking out into laughter, “Shell phone? What are you on about dude?” Wade stares back with absolute shock and derision before his vision goes spotty and his head burns with a rolling headache. His hippocampus physically pulses as his mind and memories are rewritten.

A cell phone is foolish? A dream. A phone you could just up and carry anywhere? Science fiction. And yet he can almost picture a small black mirror in his hand. Embarrassed from their laughter and determined to not let this fact of reality be erased he continues to stare at his hand as if he’s trying to will one into existence. Unfortunately the only change that he notices is his skin bulging as his hand flexes larger, a few scars blanch from years on the beach as his hands struggle to keep up with his advancing height. One could almost hear his bones cracking as his fingers lengthen and grow calloused while his fingernails lose their polish, grow dirty, and shorten

He pounds the cabana counter and Mabel clicks her tongue, “Okay let’s cool it buddy, you wanna make a call Ray’ll take ya down the street.” She motions to the door with her head and Ray escorts him out, “Come back when you’ve worked out whatever this is on the waves huh Wade?” she pouts as she watches the pair go, taking care to stare at Ray’s defined back with a smile, then she snickers and whispers to herself as she gets back to her magazine, “been watching too much Star Trek I bet.”

Ray’s chipper as ever as he leads Wade out of the cabana, unknowingly more comfortable now that his arm rests closer to where it should after Wade sprouted a few inches. For his part, Wade finds himself distracted by the wild blue sea. Waves rise and crash into foam and he’d swear he could feel the bubbles, the surge on his skin. Like a dog staring at a treat he fights desperately with the urge to sprint across the sand to enjoy it right now.

In fact, his thicker feet begin their plodding to a surf wagon nearby with a couple boards stowed before he’s stopped by a question from Ray, “You wanna take your shirt off so you can get some sun brah? Lookin’ a little pasty there.” Wade shakes his head and tries to disregard his words, though as his mind continues to be assailed by a hunger to surf he gives up the ghost on the shirt battle and reveals his pale weak chest to the world, “s- sounds radical. I’l uhh, catch some rays. hah”

Ray starts to laugh at the pun but instead grimaces as the sight of Wade’s small pasty torso is incongruent with the reality that he knows to be true. Though with a mind accustomed to shrugging off strange ideas and problems too big to worry about he quickly throws his arm around Wade’s shoulders slowly growing wider. “Well let’s getcha to a pay phone so you can call your buddy!” 

Wade rolls his eyes and crosses his arms as the pair head down the boardwalk. He can scarcely focus on the increasingly rapid changes occurring to his body and mind as he’s still distracted by the sound of crashing waves. As the Summer Californian sun beats down on him, his skin starts to darken, closer to the shade Ray recognizes as Wade. Spreading forth in patches he tans to the customary surfer brown, ushering forth from surf shorts that aren’t quite filled and up past a core that is only now getting defined.

So too does his hair suddenly start to lighten. Lengthening into something sun bleached and salt stained. His usually clean-cut look begins to giveaway as the life he knows he should have is slowly eroded, just like the ebb and flow of the waves calling out for him. Pecs beginning to form darken and shine with sweat under the beating sun as he dreamily stares at the sea. Though despite it all, despite true real memories of life in the twenty-first century slowly fading like a mirage, he still remembers his time with Dylan clear as day. To this he holds fast as he stumbles forward from his heavier upper body.

As he continues to grow into this new form, molded by the alien world of the past around him, he begins to notice other surfers and beachgoers eyeing him with familiarity and nodding with respect. After his bicep bulges larger from returning a few shakas, he bumps his shirtless body into Ray to get his attention like he's done a million times. Finally tearing his eyes away from ogling scantily clad women, Ray tilts his head as Wade asks in a tone clearly affected by the thickening neck and shifting disposition, “Hey brah, er- Ray? Am I like, a big deal?”

Ray looks dumbly at Wade as his irises change to match the deep blue of his quarry before laughing, “Hah! Such a cut-up today brah! Course everyone knows you, you’re always ripping! If anyone needs any tips or tricks they come to you.” Wade clenches at his head as years of memories and knowledge rush into his mind. Equivalent to the sensation of bailing on his board into the choppy sea, he’s drowning in visions of showing off on the waves and taking care to help anyone who so desires to join him in enjoying the spray of a set. His chest puffs with pride and puffs larger with pecs as his jaw widens and now-blue eyes roll back. He’s the king of this beach. And just like that, as soon as the words, the idea, cross his mind he’s overwhelmed and pulled under. 

He awakens laid out on a bench somewhere down the way, he hears the Beach Boys playing through some static nearby and opens his eyes to see Ray’s face painted with concern, though as soon as he hears Wade speak up he returns to his usual happy-go-lucky expression. “Gnaaarly dude- feel like I just woke up for the first time~” The new surfer then coughs up some sea water which he finds as strange, he wasn’t surfing was he?

This small quibble with reality acts as one final life preserver to the life he once knew. Just odd enough for him to question his situation, his reality. For a moment he stares at his tanned, veiny hands and questions is this who he is? Trailing up arms patterned with sun-bleached blonde hair and briefly hung up on the quarter-sized nipples poking off a thick chest. He scratches his stomach, for some reason expecting to find a bit of a belly, his fingers instead bump against tight abs.

Unfortunately his last grasp at the future is haplessly wasted as he’s almost immediately distracted by Surfin’ U.S.A, “Ugh-” he chokes out in his now perpetually fried, laid-back voice, “Why’s this dad rock playing?” Ray laughs and helps the man up, “Maan Wade you’re on a trip today, first goin’ on and on about selling phones and some enter-net! You know your dad hates the Beach Boys! Ahahah” With this paltry grasp his past self is evermore washed to sea, Ray’s recollections sound just as strange to Wade as they did to him and Mabel. 

Even the explicit mentions of cell phones and the internet isn’t enough to prevent the rubber band from snapping as decades of lived experience with future technology is wiped from his mind. Memories of the modern world thoroughly displaced by life sprinting across the sands and mooring the foundations of surfing as a continental sport. Just as Ray has done countless times today alone, Wade smiles dumbly in brief reflection on his life lived.

 Going forward on rare occasions some fragment of his other self washes up to his mind like jetsam. Sometimes when he sees a record he can’t help but wonder if they’ll be smaller one day or he’ll reach for something in his pants out of habit when he has a question to ask, before shaking it off like a strange tic. His crew often labels him some kind of prophet as he seems almost too keenly aware of how global events will shake out.

“I swear brah, gettin’ me worried that your new guy’s slipped ya somethin’” Ray says with a wink. Wade flinches with a start, that’s right! He needs to call Dylan immediately! Putting change in a pay-phone like he’s done all his life he dials a number he knows by heart and holds his breath, begging the universe that Dylan will answer the other line as the ringing tone vibrates the receiver, and then his miracle is answered. 

Sounding as if he’s discovered cloud 9, somewhere across the town his love, Dylan, answers, “Heyyyyy, ‘s this Wadey?” The sound of his voice fills Wade’s thicker chest with comfort, “Dyl! God it’s so nice to hear you…” He stands there for a few seconds, only then does he notice how tight his swim shorts have become from his bulking thighs and building ass. Though of course, the most prominent issue at the moment is the rising dilemma in front. He blushes and bites his lip as he tries to speak with more discretion, “You uhhh, down to come over to ours later today?” 

He can almost hear the smile of the man on the other line, “Uhhh yeahh, yeah… Me ‘n my uhhh freaks are on a trip righnow. But yeaaah, think I could swing by baby” Wade can almost see the man on the other line, delighting in the feeling of his fingers twirling the phone wire in his hands, certainly too high to work out a time but Wade doesn’t mind. The promise of a future fuck and time together after is more then enough, “Righteous brah, well I’ll see you then Dyl.” His lover just giggles and the pair hang up at the same time, bonded tighter than ever despite their strange unknown journeys apart. Sighing in delight and ignoring the pulse in his pants, Wade turns to face his brah.

For the first time Wade throws his arm around Ray’s shoulder as the pair wander off towards his wagon. Ray gestures for him to try and mask his clearer than anything erection though the surfer just shrugs, “Oh sure dude, as if anyone ever misses your goose eggs you little horndog.” The pair guffaw and continue to tease eachother as they start back towards Mabel’s cabana.

 Glimmer in his eyes and too eager to not speed up, Wade hits his bro on the back and challenges him on a race to their boards. His new legs carry him faster than he’s ever managed before. Settled into his new life the feeling of his feet pounding into the hot sand fills him with contentment. There’s no place he’d rather be than soaring across the beach while his crew watches.

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I May Be the Villainess, But Don't Throw Me Out the Airlock: Chapter Three

Chapter 3 - Baited Breath

Earth: April 28th, 2027

The sunlight stabs my eyes through the sheaths of my window blinds. I am awake again, however reluctantly. I just need to plan my routine, then I’ll be able to suffer my way out of bed. 

Brush my teeth. Can’t skip. They don’t care how my mouth smells once there’s blood in it, but I do.

Shave. Less sweat means less pimples. I will look more like myself, at least until they make sure I don’t.

Shower. Again, avoiding this doesn’t help me.

Dress. I can’t miss more school. They won’t age out if I’m held back a year. Others will take their place.

Makeup and then Braid my hair. It makes me feel nice. That’s enough.

I obey as best I can. I will probably need to have Devin do a once over on my braids, but he’s good with that stuff. I do his homework for him in AP European history, which almost makes us acquaintances. He also has four sisters because, Mormonism. If they're anything like my three sisters were, that he's grown used to touching the hair of vertible strangers. Surely a fifth scalp won’t break him if I throw in some Econ. Before leaving my room, I look at the poster of my bad bitch idol, Petra Würgegriff, for inspiration. She's superimposed of Harvest Station, looking as haughty and defiant as ever in her saffron tinted glass respirator and rifle green jumpsuit. I kiss my fingers and touch them to her pristine forehead.

“Guard my comings and goings. Help me to be strong. Amen.”

I look up to the sky. Before repeating the motion to the empty air.

“Sorry, God,  but ditto, please. Amen”

I mentally brace myself for the hardships that lay between myself and my styling with Devin at lunch. Perhaps I should count them too?

Walk past the eyes of my disappointed parents. Questioning where it was they had gone wrong. They had tried three times to get a son, because sexism. Turns out they had four daughters all along.

Ignore with all my might, the sisterly outlines of banished photos on the stairwell wall. Unpersoned by the parent company after each one was kicked out or ran away to be together. They never asked me to join.

Speed walk through my block to push past the barrier of neighbors who have seen it all from the outside. Murmuring how they always knew there was something queer about Deadname. My poor parents and family, slumming it with the sexual invertebrate.

Finally, I will sit through 4 hours of lessons, knowing the solutions, but resisting the call to answer all the inane questions the teachers will throw my way. I know the answer, but the bigots don't need another reason to dislike my existing.

I hold my breath and finally go into the void outside my room. It was even more awkward than expected, but such is puberty.

Just remember what Petra would do? Probably hate my guts, but look wonderful doing so. I smile fairly to myself. 

I barely made it down the street when I heard it.

"Help! My tu-(gargling) TummY (further garling) Tummy cramp! Hel-(gargling again)"

It was the little shit from three doors down! Imagine Elon Musk as a ten year old boy, and you have a good idea of Dylan's nature. I used to babysit him before his folks realized I was Deadname. He was struggling to stay above the water in his  inflatable pool with not one adult in sight. Panting, I dash over to help him.

"Hold on, Dylan. I'm coming"

"Noooooo. Not you Dead n-(gargling water and transphobia)

I should have brought my inhaler, I was winded from the sprint. 

This rescue is not off to a good start.

I try to lift Dylan, but he's squirming and either trying to hit me or to remember how to work his arms and legs.

"Hey! Chill out, dude. I'm saving you-"

"Dead name!!!"

His closed fist conks the back of my skull and I trip face forward into the pool. I try to turn into the fall so as to keep Dylan safe from being crushed. I feel the rocks beneath mylar lining jut into my head. The water, wrestling its way up my nose as the blood from my sinuses tries to vomit out the opposite direction. The gore from my brain is coloring the water an Easter egg pink. The stink of iron is the last thing I notice before my senses go blank. I'm dying and I know it. I scramble to make one last list of who's going to miss me.

“PETRA!”

[lukehughes43]

no time for goodbyes - luke hughes

word count: 4,282

a/n: so this is technically the first installment of the coug!read x luke seeing as I still haven't finished the other fic, or even started the fic that is the beginning of coug!luke. but I was in my feels last night, so please enjoy this heart wrenching fic🫶🏼

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the night had started to wind down for everyone in the sophomore house the minute you had gotten back from student teaching. the boys being exhausted from a monday afternoon practice, and you being exhausted from chasing around six-year-olds for eight hours straight. when your five sophomore hockey players walked through the front door a little after four o’clock they found you passed out on the couch, still dressed in your blue and white checkered and a plain white tee. luke was in charge of carrying you up the stairs to your room so mark and eddy’s disaster of cooking dinner wouldn’t wake you from a much-needed rest.

you woke up an hour or so later by lightly shaking you awake. mumbling a soft, “marky and eddy made dinner for us, coug.” to which immediately woke you up based on the fact the last time mark and eddy tried making dinner you almost no longer had a house due a kitchen fire. you stumbled around the practically empty bedroom, minus the boxes stacked up in the corners, before groggily booking it down the stairs to make sure everyone was still alive.

when you ran into the kitchen and dining room area the other four were seated around the dining table in their unofficial seats, smiles on their faces waiting for you to finally join them in order to have one of the last meals together as a found family. after practice tomorrow they were departing to the airport right from yost in order to get on the plane to tampa. meaning that this was it. this was the last meal with all five of them together as once michigan was done so was luke. he was to board a plane straight from tampa to newark and the last two years at michigan would officially be in the books for the youngest hughes brother. leaving you in a house full of four other hockey boys until it was your turn to join luke in jersey after april 28th: graduation day.

“you guys made family dinner,” you smiled as the bittersweet words left your mouth. not yet wanting to believe that this was the end of the cherry on top of your time at michigan. “and you didn’t even burn the house down. i’m so proud of you.”

there was a chorus of laughter that filled your ears before luke pulled your seat out for you. once he pushed you in all the way he took his seat to the left of you, sitting so he was for the last time eating a meal between two of his favorite people - you and dylan. the conversation between bites of the steak, mashed potatoes, and caesar salad was almost nonexistent. everyone in an unspoken agreement to just sit there and soak it all in. of course small talk was eventually made as mackie made you a glass of wine, claiming that it was well deserved even though it was only monday. he knew how hard you were taking everything, you may not have told him directly, but he knew. all of the boys knew. while this was luke’s last week of college hockey, it was also the last week everything would be semi-normal regarding your relationship. the nhl and the demanding schedule an obvious looming fear to both of you.

the conversation died out after hearing how practice went and the six year olds who had crushes on you found out you would be leaving them soon. and soon one by one all of you dismissed yourself from the table. mark being first, trying to get out of dish duty. eddy followed second, taking everyone’s dishes as he went. dylan sprinted away afterwards as if filming a monday questions video. leaving mackie, youself, and luke. you were the next to fall, not wanting to be, but ultimately knowing you had too much to do in order to prepare for missing all of your classes thursday and friday in order to be in tampa. your left hand squeezed luke’s right, as your right hand ran over the discolored wooden table. “‘ve gotta head up, lukey,” you whispered over to him. a sad smile taking over your face while you stared at him as you tried to read the expression on his face. praying his blue eyes would give you a little insight into what he was thinking. he hummed before turning to look at you. “get out of my work clothes, shower,” you then explained. “go through your bags to make sure you have everything.”

the last part earned a laugh from mackie seeing as he had done the same for both mark and eddy. duker being too stubborn not allowing anyone to double check for him. “goodnight y/n/n, see you tomorrow?” mackie asked with a hopeful smile.

shaking your head you frowned, “i’ve got school.” instantly the rain cloud that had a hold over the room became even heavier at your words. “i won’t see you guys until thursday. i’m in the middle of teaching during the send-off, and since i’m already missing thursday and friday…” you trailed off at the end, not having the heart to speak anymore. too afraid that you would break down in the middle of the dining room if you did.

“i get it,” mackie answered with a sweet smile. “we’ll see you thursday, mom.”

nodding your head you turned your attention back to your boyfriend. “i’ll be up soon, cougy,” he mumbled, eyes meeting your for a split second before he looked back at the table. the use of ‘cougy’ instead of ‘coug’ was what tipped you off to what was going on inside of his head. he was reaching his emotional breaking point.

“okay, lu.” he leaned down and pressed a kiss against the top of his curls before turning to look back at mackie, “night macks. take care of everyone for me until thursday, yeah?” he gave you a final salute and that’s when you started your terk upstairs to the empty bedroom once more. it made your heart heavy to walk into a room that was normally so full of life, reflecting yours and luke’s personalities, packed away into boxes like it had been since the end of the big ten tournament. between preparing for regionals, classes, and student teaching luke and you were busy packing up your lives at the mere fact that his season could’ve ended two weeks ago meaning you had to be prepared in case that was to happen.

you let out a deep sigh and walked into the empty room, slowly closing the door behind you so nobody could hear as your walls came crashing down faster than you could piece them together. the shower was where you choose to break down for the night. already knowing that luke would leave you to yourself once he came into the room since he had showered at yost after practice, and knew you needed this time to decompress. so that’s exactly what you did. you sat under the scolding hot water letting the tears stream down your face as you silently sobbed over your college life that was coming to an end. over this being luke’s last week as a michigan wolverine. at how after his nhl debut you wouldn’t see him again until graduation, something you needed to bring up to him and talk about as the devils would be in the playoffs and there was no way you’d let him miss anything hockey related just to watch you walk across a stage.

when you finally got out of your depression shower, luke was already camped out in your bed. the comforter was pooled around his waist, his bare chest on full display for you. just waiting for you to climb in next to him. “how was your shower, coug?” his voice was tight as he asked the question, and you wondered if this was when it finally happened. if this was the moment luke finally allowed himself to come to terms with the whirlwind of emotions he was currently experiencing.

“it was nice,” you answered honestly. “helped me clear my mind.” right away you knew luke would understand what you were getting about. slightly hoping that he would take it as a subtle hint that he too could confess everything he was going through to you. instead, all you got back from him was a small hum of acknowledgment, eyes downcast on his phone screen. after changing into your pajamas which consisted of luke’s boxers and a worn-out ntdp t-shirt, you crawled into bed next to him. arms immediately wrapping around his torso, head falling against his chest. “i never got around to looking through your bag to make sure you have everything,” you said to break the silence of the room. “i’m not that worried though,” you added on, “i mean everything you needed was the only things you could pack. you just have to remember your chargers in the morning before you go to practice. i can text you in the morning to remind you if you want.”

when luke didn’t answer you thought maybe he had fallen asleep. it wouldn’t have been the first time the worn out hockey player fell asleep while in the middle of a conversation with you. only that wasn’t the case this time. you could feel from underneath its resting place as his heart rate began to increase. his breathing beginning to follow in it’s footsteps. “hey lukey, baby, we gotta sit up. can you sit up for me?” you asked, already knowing what was about to happen. luke was on the verge of a panic attack, everything hitting him all at once. the packed boxes. the final practice at yost is tomorrow. an elc in his future.

“‘m okay,” he choked out between ragged breaths. “just, just stay here. just lay here.” you knew he was referring to you staying situated on his chest, feeling the safest when he had you cuddled up on top of him.

shaking your head you propped yourself up instantly. throwing your legs on either side of his waist in order to straddle his lap. “no, no luke i need you to sit up for me. okay? can you do that for me, baby?” you asked while staring down at him. his eyes were screwed shut, knowing that if he had them open you would be able to see how red and puffy they were. his final moments of sitting at the kitchen table after family dinner ended causing everything to hit him like a freight truck. “luke, i’ve got you,” you whispered, hands cupping his cheeks, “but i need, you have to sit up for me. please.” you were disparately pulling him into a sitting position, letting his head fall against your chest. his arms wrapping around your waist in a bone-crushing hug. “i’ve got you. i have you, lukey. it’s okay. i’m right here. you’re safe. just, just get it out. deep breathes.” your words were muttered into the top of his curls, as you soothingly ran a hand up and down his back. the other laced in the curls at the nape of his neck. “i love you. i’m here. you’re okay. i’ve got you, lukey.”

“i- i, i start playing in the nhl as soon as saturday,” he finally spoke. voice cracking as he did so, his breathing slowly coming back to a normal rhythm. “tomorrow… tomorrow’s my last ever practice at yost. tonight was the last family dinner.” you could feel your own heart breaking all over again at his words. shattering even more so as you knew there was nothing you could say or do to make things better. “our fucking bedroom has been packed up to leave for two weeks!” his hold on you got tighter with each realization. your presence being enough to ground him in this instance for him to get all of his emotions out before it was too late. “cougy, this is it. it’s my final week of college hockey.” it took all the strength in his body to force his head up to look at you. his blue eyes as clear as glass due to the tears that were pouring down his cheeks. “my final week of seeing you every single day until i retire, which will be what? like ten-fifteen years from now?”

you squeezed your eyes shut in order to prevent the tears from slipping out. forehead dipping down to rest against his, “it’ll be okay, lukey. we’re going to make this work. you have to take the good and the bad. that’s what you’ve been telling me since january right?” just barely his forehead moved against yours in a nodding motion. “plus it’s me and you, honey. me and you no matter what.”

“you and me,” he whispered against your lips. you could taste the salt from his tears that were staining his cracked lips with every word he spoke. “but coug, i just. this is it. it’s over. and, and i don’t even get to say goodbye to you tomorrow. you’ll be gone before i wake up, and i won’t see you until thursday. and - and if we lose it’ll be for nothing.”

“it won’t be for nothing, luke warren,” you corrected with a pointed look. “everything you’ve done, everything i’ve chosen to do in order to watch you play this year has not been for nothing, luke. i do it because i love you. because there is nobody out there more proud of you than me,” you confessed with a small smile, “just don’t tell your parents i said that.” your little jab jim and ellen caused a small smile to grace luke’s face as well. “if you lose on thursday, which you’re not going too, then we get on a plane and we go to jersey. you get on the team plane and go to boston, and i’ll fly out with your parents. we’ll be there for you first ever fucking nhl game, and i’ll be there standing and waiting for you. tears streaming down my face just like after you scored your hat trick. you know why?”

he shook his head, “no. why?”

“becuase i love you,” you answered. “because the last three years of my life have been the best years of my life because i’ve spent them loving you. officially i mean. but what you’re feeling right now luke? it’s normal. it’s healthy. it means that we have met some incredible people who we are so lucky to have in our lives. people that are always going to be there for us, no matter what happens in the future.”

he let out a shaky breathe while he let his eyes meet yours once more. “you graduate college in twenty-five days. and then you’re mine. in jersey, and everything will be okay again. i’ll be there to watch you walk across the stage, and then we’re together, never apart again.”

your heart was in your throat at his words, knowing that there was no better time to bring this up than right now. “about graduation, lu, you’re going to be in the playoffs. as much as i want you there, you can’t be if you have something hockey related. especially if you have a game scheduled for it.” the way his arms loosened around your waist is how you knew you struck a nerve within the nineteen-year-old. “i just! having our parents there will be enough for me. and as soon as the ceremony ends we can have a devils watch party at your house! cheering on my favorite boy, and my best friend.”

luke’s face hardened with every passing second. not at all thrilled by what you had said. “i’m not missing your college graduation, y/n,” he grumbled, clearly frustrated by the fact you had suggested such an outrageous thing. “you realize you’re the only one of us whose’s going to graduate college and have a degree, right?” by that you knew he was referring to quinn, jack, himself and you. the four of you being thick as thieves since you grew up next to each other. you and jack have been best friends since your shared birthday, as well as the fact your mothers were best friends. “how could i miss that? miss the love of my life getting her degree that she’s worked her ass off for the past four years to get it? no, absolutely not. i’m coming to graduation on the twenty-eighth. game or no game. end of discussion.”

it was no secret to either of you that you had more to say on the topic, but you knew when luke was set on something he was going to do it so you dropped it. “okay, you’re coming to graduation. but as soon as it’s over we’re getting on the first flight newark, got it?”

“got it, coug,” he agreed with a smile growing on his face. his head dropped back to rest against your chest once more. his tears pooling into the already wet fabric. “do you think i - i mean, do you think we can do it this week. win the natty? push my rookie game back until the eleventh?”

“of course i think you can do it, moosey,” you answered with nothing but certainty. “there’s nothing you guys can’t do. you know that.”

he let out the breath that he was holding in. nuzzling his head further into the cotton fabric that smelled just like you. “i’m sorry i acted like the world was falling apart tonight. it’s just, i never thought we’d actually get to this point,” luke confided in you. “it always seemed so far away, like we’d never actually make it to this day. but now it’s here, and i feel like there’s still so much i haven’t done with the guys. so much i haven’t done with you, coug.”

you dropped your head to rest against his fluffy curls, taking a deep breath in to smell his shampoo and conditioner. “don’t apologize my sweet boy,” you cooed, kissing the top of his head. “i mean i just broke down in the shower before you got in here. it’s okay, i promise you. it’s a little scary, yes, but you have nothing to regret, lukey. you have left such an incredible impact on everyone here and mich, and you’re going to be so fucking missed. fuck, i’m going to miss you those two weeks before i get to see you at graduation.”

“don’t remind me about that,” he groaned, head diving forward so you were now laying on your back and he was on top of you. a squeal left your mouth from the action, cradling his head closer to your chest. “those two weeks are literally going to be hell, cougy. we’ve never been apart for that long before.” humming you ran your hands through his hair. trying to find the right words in order to try and calm his nerves about it. “are you going to be able to survive without me for that long, y/n/n?”

“god no, lukey. how am i supposed to fall asleep in an empty room with you not here to hold me?”

you could feel the frown form on his face through the t-shirt. “i’ll call you every single night. make sure that you get to sleep. no matter how much jack chirps me, i don’t care. and if, you know, the depression gets a little too much in those two weeks, just go climb into bed with duker. or make a bed in mackie’s room.”

a cold shiver ran through your body at the thought of you sleeping in the same bed as dylan. of course, it’s something you’d done before with him being your college best friend. sometimes it was because he needed to comfort of someone other than his boys, someone who would actually listen to what he was feeling and try and help him through it. other times it would be because luke was busy and you were on the verge of crumbling apart. it was in those times dylan would make it a mandate you slept in his room where he could keep an eye on you before luke got home. in fact, you’ve slept in every room of the sophomore house. taking turns making sure your college children weren’t sad or just being there in case they needed the gentle loving that only you could offer them. “ew absolutely not!” you laughed. luke’s head tilting up to look at you with a smile. “i don’t want to step foot in that room. we don’t know what goes on in there anymore. it’s definitely highly unsanitary.”

a chuckle fell past luke’s lips before he rested his head in the crook of your neck. his breath fanning against your skin, lips just barely grazing the skin there. “you could always have him sleep in here.”

you shrugged your shoulders. “i was thinking about just going home,” you mumbled, almost as if you were scared to admit that you wanted to spend the last two weeks of your college career in either yours or luke’s childhood bedroom. “i love the boys, and i love being here. but i just, i feel like it might be better for me to stay at home. i mean i’ll have your parents, my parents. being here just won’t be the same without you, lukey.”

the sudden confession you had just made was pulling on luke’s heartstrings. “would you drive to school and teaching?” you nodded your head ever so slightly, eyes growing heavy with each passing second. the physical and emotional exhaustion finally hitting you once more. “you could always take my car too if you wanted. just so you’re not constantly using your own.”

yawning you smiled, “i was already planning on it, lukey.” your eyes were closed when luke looked back up at you, and he could feel as your breathing began to even out from underneath him. “i love you, luke.”

multiple kisses were pressed against the skin of your neck and jaw, pulling a smile on the corners of your lips. “i love you too, y/n/n. get some sleep, okay, cougy? i’ll be here when you wake up tomorrow.” and with that you drifted off to sleep for the final time in a full sophomore house.

when you woke up in the morning to the sound of your alarm part of you was confused as to how your phone got in the room seeing you don’t remember ever grabbing it off the coffee table after your post-school nap. only to remember that luke thought of everything when it came to you and without a doubt brought it up when he came up from dinner. reluctantly you carefully slid yourself out from under the dead weight that was luke’s sleeping body in order to get ready. grabbing a throw blanket you carefully tucked him in, allowing him the chance to sleep in until his own alarm went off to start his day.

getting ready you were stuck in a whirlwind of emotions as you remembered you wouldn’t see any of the boys until thursday morning, having chosen to surprise them by flying out wednesday night rather than thursday morning like you originally told them all. once dressed and ready to make your way to the elementary school you were student teaching at you sat down at your desk, slipping on your cartier ring luke had gifted you along with the necklace that adorned his favorite nickname. your attention then turned to the post-it note stack, maize yellow of course. grabbing the navy blue pen you had resting beside it you scribbled out two final notes for your boyfriend and the boys you considered your children.

lukey, i love you so incredibly much i’ll see you on thursday. you’re going to do amazing this week, take it all in. text me when your boarding and when you land. i’ll meet you in tampa, moosey. me and you, sweet boy. - coug<3

after writing both notes you stuck luke’s against his phone he had plugged in on his bed side table. running back to press a kiss against his cheek. a smile pulling on his feature even though he was sleeping. “i love you, lukey,” you then whispered into his ear. kissing the top of his head one last time before you carefully slipped out of your bedroom. the next and final stop in the early morning hours of the house was the front door. you were frozen as you stood there waiting to walk out, knowing if you didn’t leave now you would be late to school after running to starbucks. so you forced yourself to put the final note up on the door.

to my hughes wedding bridal party, make sure you have absolutely everything- CHARGERS!!! now that thats out of the way, know that win or lose i’m always going to be proud of you guys. thank you for the past year, there’s nobody else i would want to life willingly with. i’ll see you in tampa! love you guys. - coug… aka mom<3

you stared at the note for a minute longer than what was necessary, tearing beginning to well in your eyes before you forced yourself to open the front door. taking a deep breath you pulled it closed behind you, as well as closing the door on the last four years of life.

[justmeinadaze]

Good Neighbors Part 3 (Steddie X Reader)

No notes here. I'm just a whore for these 2. Lol. Warnings: Steddie relationship and all that that implies (I regret nothing) There's no Dylan in this one. Just Steddie and our girl spending time together. Steve's dad does make a cameo and both boys talk about trauma but it's brief. Word count: 4035

Steve’s eyes open as he smells bacon and hears music outside of his bedroom door which is usually left open but is now closed. He glances around the room but only finds Eddie’s slightly snoring frame on the bed next to him. Sliding on some gray sweatpants, he heads out to locate the source of the sound. 

A wide smile pulls across his features when he finds you with your back to him dancing in the kitchen in just your underwear and one of his button up shirts. 

“I need her so bad Sometimes I feel like I can taste it This evil romance So good I never wanna waste it”

You jump and giggle when you notice him watching you, leaning forward over the counter. 

“Hey! Oh my god. You scared me. I didn’t wake you up did I?”

“No, not at all.”, Steve lies. “What are you doing up right now? It’s like 9am. You CAN sleep in.”

“I know but for me that IS sleeping in especially when you’re a parent.” You smile at him as you slide a plate of breakfast in front of him. “So, since I was up, I thought I’d make food.” You grab your own plate and hop up on the counter beside him. Steve reaches for your chin, placing a tender kiss on your lips before he pulls over one of the stools and starts eating.

“Before I forget, your phone rang a couple of times. The ID said it was your dad.”

He doesn’t look up as he mutters a slight hmm before shoving a piece of bacon in his mouth. You place your hand on his shoulder. “You know you can talk to me about him. About anything really.” When he still doesn’t respond, you look away from him placing your hand back around your plate. 

Steve’s warm palm touches your thigh. You glance at him again, meeting his eyes, as he flashes you a thankful smile. 

Eddie shuffles out of the room in just his boxers, grinding his fist into his eyes. “Fucking hell. Go back to bed, you weridos.” You and Steve chuckle as he slides his body between your legs and leans his head on your shoulder. You wrap your arm around his neck, holding your plate in the air. When he pulls back you wiggle it in front of his nose. 

“Breakfast?” He reaches for a piece of bacon with his teeth, pulling it into his mouth with his tongue. You shake your head as he leans in to kiss your cheek. 

Eddie smacks Steve in the back as he hops up on the counter beside you. “So, today I wanted to go the store to look at some birthday stuff for Dylan. Would you guys want to come with me?”

With his eyes still half open Eddie nods his head lazily as he takes another bite of your food and jumps down, heading towards his bedroom.

“Eddie, honey, you can go back to bed!”, you call after him. He dismissively waves his hand in your direction as he turns into his room to change. 

“I didn’t know his birthday was coming up.” Steve rose from his chair and placed his now empty plate in the sink. 

“Yup. Next weekend he’ll be seven! God, I’m old.”

The boy laughs as he reaches for you, picking you up from the kitchen counter, and placing you on your feet. He lightly taps your ass and pushes you towards the front door. “Alright, Grandma. Go get some pants and we’ll head out with you.” He stops himself before he makes his way towards his own room. “And don’t you dare touch any of those dishes! We’ll clean them.” You grin at him as you open their door and sprint to your apartment. 

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Eddie runs ahead of you and Steve excitedly, grabbing a toy guitar off one of the shelfs. “Oooooh look at this!” He presses the buttons and it lights up, making him giggle to himself. 

Steve leans down and murmurs quietly in your direction. “You feel old? Look at what I’ve been dealing with all these years.” You smile up at him as you playfully shove him with your hip.

“Hey! Don’t shame me because I’m still a kid at heart, ok? Being an adult sucks.” Eddie places the toy back down and catches up with you guys to continue wondering around the toy store. 

“What is he into mostly?”

“Has he asked for anything specific?”, Steve’s question follows right after Eddies. Butterflies started fluttering in your tummy. The fact that they were this genuinely curious made you fall for them even more. Charlie always seemed to buy Dylan things he assumed all little kids enjoyed but half the time the present would always end up in a corner somewhere left completely unattended until you just ended up giving it away. 

“He hasn’t really asked for anything. Thanks to SOMEONE he’s really gotten into music a lot more.” Eddie grins proudly to himself as you continue. “He loves to read. We’ve started practicing more at night and he’ll read to me. Um…”

“What’s his favorite movie?”, Steve asks as his fingers glide over some Lego boxes with film design setups. 

“Harry Potter. He’s really into the fantasy stuff. I showed him the first movie when he was about four and he would run around with a stick trying to open doors.” They both chuckle.

“Maybe I can start teaching him about D&D.” Steve rolls his eyes at Eddie’s comment. 

“What’s that?”

Eddie stopped dead in his tracks and turned to look at you, utter shock painted on his face. Steve bent down behind you pretending to hide. “Oh baby, you’re in for it now.”

“What’s that? What’s. That? Oh my god. I think my soul just left my body. D &D. Dungeons and Dragons. It’s a fantasy game where you go adventures and create quests and just having a fucking amazing time!” 

You run up to him covering his mouth your hand. “Ok, ok!” You replace your hand with your lips. “You can teach him but don’t curse like that while you do. I swear to God Eddie, if I get a call from his teacher telling me he’s started using the word ‘fuck’ in regular conversation I will come for you.”

He looks down at you smiling cheekily. “Hm Sweetheart. I love it when you talk dirty.” He bends down to give you another peck as you playfully push him away. 

The three of you roamed the store for about an hour or so leaving with a handful of goodies, some for Eddie himself. As you headed for Steve’s car someone from one of the adjacent stores shouted his name. Steve froze in place when he saw who it was. 

“Hey Dad.”

“Steven! I’ve been calling you all morning.”

“Yeah, I’ve been pretty busy today…”

“Playing with toys?” His dad asks as he glances towards the store you all just from. 

“Oh, no sir. He was helping me pick out some presents for my son.” You interject as you step forward. “Hello, I’m Y/N.”

Mr. Harrington hesitatingly shakes your extended hand. “Hello, you must be his new girlfriend. I’m guessing since you’re wearing one of his shirts.”

You turn to Steve for guidance and he comes into the rescue. “Yup! Well, we better get going. I’ll call you later, ok?”

His dad reaches for his elbow a bit too roughly. “Miss why don’t you and Edward wait in his car. I would like to talk to my son for a moment here alone.” 

This time Eddie comes to your rescue. “Mr. Harrington. Always a pleasure to see you. Come on Y/N. Let me help you take that.” He reaches for the bags in your hand and tries to pull you towards the car but you stay firm in your place. 

“Steve?”

With just his name he knew what you were asking without actually saying the words. Are you ok? Do you wantme to leave? I’ll stand right here by your side no questions asked. All you need to do is say the word. It made his adoration for you stronger and he couldn’t wait to prove it to you later. He bent down and placed a kiss on your forehead. 

“Go ahead. I’ll be right there.”

You ran your hand down his arm comfortingly before finally turning and leaving his vicinity with Eddie. Even while you waited in the car it wasn’t hard to hear their conversation. 

“Steve, have you lost your mind?! A woman with a child? You can barely take care of yourself. You think you can be a father to a kid?”

“Just because I’m not living up to your standards doesn’t mean I’m not taking care of myself.”

“Oh please! Have you ever raised a child? Because I have. Family Video’s salary isn’t enough to raise a family on!”

It took every fiber of your being not to go out there and defend him. Eddie could see it and did everything he could to try and comfort you while you both waited in the backseat. 

“He’s ok, Sweetheart. I promise. He’s handled worse when it comes to his douchebag dad.”

“I don’t like it. He doesn’t deserve this.”

“I know.” Eddie pulls you into his side and runs his hand over your shoulder down your arm. “I know but like Steve says, ‘It is what it is.’”

Your eyes shift up to meet his. “Does your dad talk to you like his?”

“Now? No. My dad doesn’t talk to me at all. Growing up it was worse but after my dad got locked up, I moved in with my uncle and he’s a pretty badass father figure so…” Eddie shrugs as he looks away. You take his other hand in yours and tenderly kiss the back of it. 

“You know what, Dad? Always a pleasure. Tell Mom I said Hi.” Steve comes into view of the car and opens the driver side door, slamming it closed again before peeling out of the parking lot. 

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You wanted to do something for Steve when you guys got home to make him feel better. He didn’t say a word the entire drive back, his face was numb of expression and his breathing was extremely ragged. 

Eddie grabbed all the presents and put them in their apartment while you took Steve’s hand and guided him towards yours. He didn’t fight back or say anything in protest as you tugged him into your bathroom and started running the bath. 

His eyes lit up slightly as he watched you move around. You reached for different bottles of soaps and liquids, pouring them into the water, making the entire room smell like lavender. After lighting a couple of candles, you lowered the lights behind him. As you started removing his clothes, he smiled down at your concentrated face. 

“Is this the stuff you like?” Your eyes flick up towards him as your eyebrows furrow together. “The smell I mean. Is it your favorite?”

“I wouldn’t say it’s my favorite but I really do like floral scents. Especially roses! God, I know it’s a cliché but I’m a sucker for roses.” You gesture for him to get into the tub but as you turn to move away, he reaches out and grabs your hand. 

“Will you, um…”

You give him a small smile as you remove your own clothes and get in the warm, bubbling water in front of him. Steve pulls you back against his chest and you lean the back of your head on his shoulder. 

“God damn, it smells good in here.” Eddie emerges into your bathroom and you beam up at him. 

“Lavender is supposed to help with stress and anxiety.”

“And pretty girls too, I bet.” He winks at you as he comes and sits down on the floor near the edge of the tub facing you two. His eyes flash with concern as he looks from you to Steve who had completely nestled his face into your shoulder. “You okay, Harrington?”

He lifts his eyes but his chin remains in its place. “Yeah, I’m fine. Still angry is all.”

“I’m sorry he said that stuff to you.” He gently moves your hair out of the way as he places a soft kiss on your cheek. “You know… you know I don’t expect you guys to help me in anyway, right?” Their eyes meet as you continue. “I mean, I love having you guys in my life and I love the way you are with Dylan. I just don’t want you to think I ever expect anything like money or anything like that. And now I am rambling. I’m just going to shut up now.” You press your lips together as Steve laughs and Eddie reaches into the water to put a hand on your knee.

“We know but we hope you know you can ask us for anything, ok? We like the kid and we really like you.”

“Have you guys ever done anything like this before?”

“Done what?”

“Uh, this. Like sharing or being in a relationship with the same girl…together.”, you stammer.

Eddie chuckles coyly. “I knew what you meant. I just like watching you squirm a little.” You splash water in his direction. 

“Would it bother you if we have?” Steve asks, craning his neck so he can see your face. 

“No, I mean, it is kind of intimidating.” They both look at you with confused expressions. “It’s like when you have sex for the first time but your partner has had sex multiple times already. It’s a little scary knowing they have experience. Makes you a little insecure like ‘Am I doing this right? Are they enjoying it as much as I am?’ Am I even on par with the other partners they’ve been with?’”

Steve’s hands massage your arms as he leans down to place more kisses down your neck. 

“Yes, yes, and the other people we’ve been with don’t even compare to you.” The hand Eddie had on your knee slowly started to slide up your inner thigh. You moan when Steve’s palms roam over your breasts and his fingers graze your nipples. 

“Is there…is there anything you guys…haven’t done?” You run your tongue over your lips as you pant, feeling Eddie’s own fingers glide up and down between your folds. You turn into Steve’s neck and suck on the skin. His throat vibrates as he speaks.

“We’ve never done anything together, together.” 

“To be fair, no girl has ever asked. Nor have any of them ever asked to take us both at the same time.”

You pull back from Steve and look between the two of them. “Seriously?”

“I think it all goes together. They think Harrington and I wouldn’t want our dicks touching or something.”

“Also, most women don’t feel comfortable with anal.” Steve murmurs into your shoulder as he continues kneading your tits. 

“I’m open to trying.” Both men’s hands immediately stop in place. “I trust you two. I know you wouldn’t hurt me intentionally or push me if I felt uncomfortable. Plus, it sounds…amazing.”

Eddie quickly rises to his feet, reaching for your arms, picking you up and out of the tub as if you weighed nothing. Water splashed everywhere around his feet. “Right now?!” You giggle as he carries you towards the bedroom. 

“No time like the present, Princess.”

Steve throws a towel at the back of his roommate’s head. “At least dry her off, dude. Jesus! It’s cold.” Eddie retrieves the towel from the floor and runs it over your body, gently kissing parts of your skin along the way. 

As he enters the bedroom, Steve grabs Eddie’s shoulder and moves him on to the bed. “Since I actually have done anal before I can help you to get ready.” Eddie’s eyes widened excitedly at the realization of what his friend just said and hastily removes his clothes, kicking them to the side on the floor. He repositioned himself back on your mattress and Steve lifted you in his arms, placing you on all fours on top of Eddie.

“Now Baby, you’re going to want to lubricate him as much as possible, ok?”

You nod as you wrap your lips around Eddie’s hard cock. He was ecstatic to finally be getting to do this and he was over the moon that he got to do it with you. You took him as far back in your throat as you could, tracing his veins with your tongue. Eddie mewled as he rested his hand on the back of your head. 

A tiny squeal escaped your own lips when you felt Steve’s tongue lick a stripe up your folds. He reached between you with his finger, collecting slick along the way. The moment he inserted a finger into your ass, your body jerked forward, taking in more of the boy under you than you were prepared for making you gag and drool spit down his length. 

Eddie’s head fall back against the bed as he moaned. You began pumping him with your hand trying to keep up with Steve’s pace as he thrust in and out of your tight hole. His tongue flicked into your center as you clenched around him. “Steve fuck. That feels so good. Don’t stop.”

His tongue moved faster as you felt him insert a second finger into your ass. “Oh my god.”

Your eyes squeeze shut as your head fell on Eddie’s waist. The stretch burned but in the best possible way. You lazily continued to pump Eddie’s dick but it was so hard to focus on anything but the pleasure. You felt that familiar feeling in your stomach as your legs started to shake and you saw white as you moaned Steve’s name repeatedly as he continued his assault with his mouth between your legs. 

He gently leaned over your back, whispering in your ear. “Do you want to stay like this or would you be more comfortable laying on your side?” His finger moves your hair out of your face and he accepts your non answer as answer. Steve lifts you up again and lays you on your side, taking his place in front of you as Eddie slithers up behind you. 

“I have…I have lube in that drawer behind you, Steve.” You point behind him as you turn your head into Eddie’s aggressive lips. You hear Steve giggle and you twist your neck towards him to see him holding up your vibrator as he passes the container he was searching for to the other boy. “Really? Come on, now. I’m a mom not a nun.” He grabs his chest genuinely laughing as he places the toy back in its place. You watch him a smile as you listen to the bottle crack open behind you. 

You pull Steve’s mouth to yours, moaning against them as you feel Eddie rub the lube between your cheeks. Steve exhales a bit of a nervous chuckle. “Now this…this is new to me. Should I go first or?” 

You nod not even sure yourself.  He lifts your leg on to his waist and slides his tip along the inside of your pussy lips before pressing into your entrance. He sheathes himself in easily, slowly pumping his hips so you can get used to that familiar feeling. Eddie’s hand grips your own waist and your eyes shoot open when you feel his tip just outside of your ass hole. Steve’s palm caresses your face. 

“It’s going to be ok. You’re doing so well. Don’t forget. If you want to stop at any time, just say so.” His thumb runs along the skin of your cheek and he looks over to Eddie, giving the boy a subtle nod. Your hand flies up to grip Steve’s forearm as Eddie slowly pushes the tip of his cock into your body. “Hey, hey. Look at me. Keep your eyes on me, ok?”

By the time Eddie had half of himself in your ass, you already felt full. You had never experienced anything like this. That delicious feeling of both of them stretching you open at the same time was almost too much. You craned your neck to look at the man behind you. His eyes were completely shut in concentration as he muttered things under his breath. You turn back to Steve as you lick your lips, trying to form words. 

“What…what’s h-h-he, mmmm, saying?”

“I don’t know. Eddie, we can’t hear you.”

Both you and Eddie let out a loud whine as he bottoms out. When you reach your arm back to bring his head closer, your waist moves slightly with you causing both boys to growl and Eddie’s hand to harshly grab your side which would most likely leave bruises.  

When he finally speaks loud enough for you to hear, his tone is husky and dripping with need. “Don’t move until you’re ready. I don’t know how long I’m going to last. Baby, you have no idea how fucking hard it is for me to not absolutely ruin you right now.”

You moan at his filthy words, your pussy clenching at the sound of lust filled voice. 

“Fuck Eddie. I think she wants that.”

“I’m ready. You can move. Please move.” 

They both pump into you at the same time and the sound that leaves your mouth is borderline obscene. They find a steady rhythm and just like Eddie, you know you aren’t going to last long.  

With every thrust and groan from him behind you, you feel your pussy tighten around Steve causing him to grunt and pant into your open your mouth as you cried out their names. 

You couldn’t hold off that familiar feeling in your belly any longer and the coil snapped as you practically screamed into Steve’s chest. Steve’s arm shot out and grabbed Eddie’s silently asking him to stop. As your cunt fluttered around him, he thrust into you roughly a couple more times as he clung to your body, spilling inside of you. As the man in front of you laid still trying to catch his breath your turned lazily wrapping your arms around Eddie’s neck. 

“It’s ok. Go ahead.”

With your permission he banged his hips against yours chasing the high he desperately craved. His lips crashed to yours, giving you a sloppy open mouth kiss as his hands grabbed your waist. You grunted into the pillow as thrusted ropes of his seed aggressively into your ass. 

You don’t know when you fell asleep but when you opened your eyes again it was dark outside. The night lights you left on in the hallway for Dylan illuminated into the room allowing you to see Eddie passed out on his side next you and Steve on his back on your other side. 

You gently crawled out of the covers and headed for the bathroom. When you turned on the light you noticed you were wearing the shirt Eddie had worn out to the store this morning and Steve’s boxer shorts. You looked around the bathroom and realized they had cleaned up all the water and picked up any mess that may have been left behind. 

You grabbed your phone off the bedside table and climbed in between them. Steve rolled to his side, throwing his arm over your stomach. “What are ya doing?”, he grumbled. 

“Are you hungry?”, you giggle as he stretches his long limbs, making a mmhmm sound along the way. 

“I could kill for a burger.”, Eddie mumbles without opening his eyes. 

While your distracted Steve pulls your phone out of your hands and grabs his own. “Oh my god. I can pay for stuff to you know.”

“You made breakfast. We make dinner.”

“But we’re ordering something.”

“Same difference.” Eddie replies as he pulls you down, squishing you against him. “You ok? I didn’t hurt you, did I?” 

“No, you didn’t hurt me.” You place a kiss on his forehead. “I’m a little sore but I’m okay.”

Steve jokingly smacks his palm on the bed. “Okay stop flirting and tell me what you people want.”

[fear-of-flyers]

everywhere, everything

tracklist

<<play last current song play next>>

featured lyric(s): [in italics at the end]

after owen signed with buffalo the two of you agreed to try and make long distance work as you finished up your time at umich;it was hard but you were doing it. the last time you had seen him was when he played the red wings at the end of october and it was now december 2nd. You had met a couple of his teammates at that game and used those connections to get in contact with tage thompson and his wife, rachel, so you could surprise owen. the three of you coordinated plans so that rachel would pick you up from the airport that morning and you would spend the day with her before going to the game that evening. tage even managed to get your bag from his car to owen’s without raising suspicion. and the day was great, you quickly became close with rachel and owen was completely unaware of it all. 

that all led to now, waiting in the hallway talking quietly with rachel and holding a half-asleep brooks. the game went well but that was the last thing on your mind knowing you would finally see owen again in a few minutes. finally tage made his way out of the locker room and you handed him his child as he promised that owen was right behind him. when you heard the door open again you turned to see owen walking out with dylan cozens. dylan saw you first and gently nudged owen until he turned to where you were. “what dude?” he asked, but the annoyed look on his face quickly dropped when he saw you. “hey superstar!” you said, walking towards him. owen quickly closed the gap between you and him and pulled you into his arms, your head finding its natural place on his chest.

after a long hug that still felt too short owen pulled back to look at you. “are you really here?” he asked, face covered in awe and his voice cracking a little. “i’ve missed you so much y/n, you don’t even know.” you looked up at him, “i think i can guess,” you said, laughing softly. “i’ve missed you just as much.” owen shook his head, “not possible.” he responded, a few tears slipping down his cheeks. you wiped them away with your thumbs, kissing him gently as you did. “let’s go home love.” you said, grasping his hand in yours; “we’re making a scene.” owen laughed gently through the few tears that remained and allowed you to start pulling him down the hallway as he waved goodbye to his teammates that remained.

eventually you had to stop pulling owen so he could lead you through the unfamiliar halls of keybank center and to the parking lot. by the time you made it out it was raining hard. “i thought it wasn’t supposed to rain until late,” owen commented while looking between the sky and his car from under the small awning at the door. “babe it is late.” you responded, showing him your phone screen, the time displayed 9:57. “oh” he responded, a slight blush rising on his cheeks. “how far is the car?” you asked, attempting to follow where his eyes were pointed. “not too far,” owen started, pointing at a black sedan. “we’ll make it if we run.” he finished, looking down at you with a familiar mischievous glint in his eyes. you laughed, happy to be with him again. “i’m not racing you owen.” he groaned, half wondering how you read his mind. “c’mon please y/n?” he asked, a pout falling on his lips all too easily. “nope!” you responded, “you take races way too seriously.” and owen couldn’t respond to that, knowing you were right. he instead opted to lace his fingers through yours and take off running. 

“owen what the hell?” you asked, half serious. but seeing the pure joy on his face you couldn’t stay mad long. you made it to the car quickly and owen let go of you so you could climb in as he ran around to the driver’s seat. the drive to owen’s apartment was a quick one that you spent catching up on all the little things you each had missed. when you pulled into the parking lot the rain had yet to let up so you started mentally preparing to sprint to the door. but, before you could do anything owen gently pulled you out of the car, closed the door and wrapped you in a hug. you could still hear the music playing from the car as he swayed you gently, taking in everything he missed so much. “i don’t know how i ever survived without you y/n.” he said softly. you looked up at him and pressed kisses to his chin until he bent down to meet your lips. “i mean it.” he continued, “just like the song says, i’m never letting you go ever. i’ll hold your hand until we die if i have to; it’d be worth it.” and as you took his words in you could hear the lyrics float up from the radio

everywhere, everything  i wanna love you / ‘til we’re food for the worms to eat / ‘til our fingers decompose, keep my hands in yours

[huggybug]

Can you do something Luke Hughes for dilf day

happy dilf day!

You grunted as you lugged the stroller off of the plane as you tried to balance your bag and baby in your other arm. The flight to Minneapolis felt longer than it actually was and you knew Jackson was happy to be back at a normal altitude. He wasn’t too fussy on the plane, as calm as a one year old could be.

“We’re going to surprise Daddy, bud” You mumbled as you dug through your bag as best you could while still holding him. After your first attempt, you gave up and stood him up beside you as you got everything situated.

“Dada?” He asked in response, looking around for Luke.

“Yeah come on babe, we’ve gotta go” You originally planned this trip with Jim and Ellen but something came up and they couldn’t make it, instead watching the championship game at home in Michigan but your ticket was non-refundable and you had already arranged your schedule around the trip so you managed alone.

Only a couple of the guys knew you were coming. You had to tell them so that they could get you a pass for the game so Nick was there waiting for you at the door when you arrived.

“Hey Y/n, how was the flight?” Nick asked as he pulled you in for a hug. “Hey buddy!” He waved at Jackson who was all smiles.

“Good, felt long though” You chuckled as Nick guided you through the arena and down to the locker rooms. “Are you sure it’s okay I come down here before the game?” You didn’t want to distract any of the boys or throw them off before a game this important.

“Oh yeah Jacky’s our good luck charm, the guys will be fine” You nod as Nick leaves you in the hall, ducking in to check that everyone was decent before coming to let you in. “Alright boys we’ve got a surprise visitor!” You stepped out from behind the door and Jackson jumped when the room erupted in cheers. Luke practically sprinted over to you, almost taking you down in a hug.

“I thought you weren’t coming” He mumbled into your ear.

“I wanted to surprise you” You said back before moving away so Jackson could see his dad. He immediately reached out for Luke and he took his son quickly, always excited when he reached for him.

“Hey buddy, you ready to cheer for us?” Luke poked his stomach which made him giggle like crazy.

“Dada!” His words were few and far in between but Luke didn’t care as he knew ‘Mama’ and ‘Dada’ and that was enough for now.

“Oh let me see the little monster” Thomas came up behind Luke and gently wrestled Jackson out of his arms as Brendan came up to give you a hug.

“Thank you for coming, means a lot to Luke… and all of us” With the finals being away, you knew there wouldn’t be many Michigan fans in the building so every person counted.

“Of course Bren” You smile at him, squeezing his arm before Luke pulled you away again. Looking around, you watch as your baby is passed between the members of the team. The ones who know him a bit better like Dylan, Mark, and Eddy spending a little more time with him than others but everyone got their turn in.

“Thank you for being here and with Jackson especially, I know it wasn’t easy to do alone” You shook your head, hugging your boyfriend tightly.

“Doesn’t matter, as long as I’m here for you, I don’t care how far I have to go” You kiss him quickly before running over to Matty to grab Jackson so that the boys can get back to their pregame routine.

bonus:

They won. They actually did it! You had to wait for the crowds and initial ceremony to end before you even tried to make your way down to the ice. Luckily, Luke’s coach was a big fan of your son so he let you come down to the bench after the game, sending one of the team helpers up to retrieve you from your seat. When you got out to the ice, Jackson was clutching tightly to your chest, somehow still wide awake after the long day but he did nap during most of the game which explained a lot.

Luke skated over when he saw you, removing himself from the guys. He leaned over the boards to kiss you and then bent down to kiss Jackson who giggled and clapped in pure happiness.

“Can I take him for a minute?” Luke asked, eyes wild and he was sweaty which really was what led you to Jackson.

“He’s your kid babe” You smiled as you handed your son over to Luke and then laughed as he skated him over to the boys who were still going crazy. Now, with the trophy and Jackson raised high in the air, the celebrations truly commenced.

Luke had him for a few minutes before he brought him back to you, the boys were all leaving the ice and you took Jackson down the hall to kill some time before Luke was ready. They were headed back to Michigan tonight but your flight wasn’t for a couple hours after theirs so you weren’t in any rush.

“Wanna bring him in for pictures?” Luke poked his head out of the dressing room where you didn’t hear as much commotion as compared to before. You nodded, carrying your son who was once again full of energy into the room where the boys were suddenly swarming. Briss grabbed him for a picture with Matty and Bords before handing him off to the freshman who took a group photo. Then, Luke had you take a photo with just him, Jackson, and the trophy which you totally sent to Ellen as soon as possible! Then, Owen snagged your baby from Luke to get a picture with Kent. Safe to say, Jackson was in probably up to 100 photos and by the time he got back to Brendan, he was grumpy. His bottom lip stuck out and Briss knew what that meant, he rushed across the dressing room and plopped Jackson back in Luke’s arms.

“All yours bro” Brendan ran off, leaving you and Luke with your grumpy baby. Luke was able to calm him down shockingly fast, another one of his talents and then you took him so Luke could finish getting ready to go.

“Okay, I’ll see you at home?” You ask, shifting the carrier that now held you sleeping baby, in your arms.

“Yeah, thank you again for today” You shook your head, playing it off since it was no big deal. You gave Luke a final congratulatory kiss and hug before bidding the rest of the boys goodbye.

You got to the airport and sat around with Jackson, hoping it was quiet enough that he’d stay asleep for as long as possible. Having plenty of time to kill, you started going through the photos from tonight, sending the good ones off to Luke and his parents.

[quicksilverownsmysoul]

13 Going on 30 pt.1

A Peter Maximoff x reader fanfiction based off the movie 13 going on 30.

Summary:  You are so excited when the most popular girl in your school agrees to come to your 13th birthday party. But after a cruel prank you find yourself wishing that you were popular and older. By some miracle your wish is granted but isn’t as wonderful as it seems. You turn out to be a major jerk and you don't even talk to your best friend Peter anymore. Can you fix everything and get back to normal or are you stuck living like this forever 

Warnings: Angst and some suggestive content. But it’s mostly pure fluff. (Also peter has no powers in this and some scenes will be changed to better fit Peter and so I can be creative with it!)

Word Count: 2759

I am so excited to share this fic with y’all! 13 going on 30 is one of my favorite comfort movies and I thought that adding Peter Maximoff to it would make it even better. 

It was 1987 and your birthday party was next week. You were so excited you could barely contain yourself. You were turning 13, you were finally becoming a teenager. It was time to abandon all childish things and live a life of adventure and romance. One that all the movies told you was guaranteed once you became a teenager. You were writing in your notebook during lunch checking off the things you had already gotten for your birthday party. “Balloons, check. Party favors, check. The cutest outfit, check!” 

“Your best friend in the whole world who is getting you the best present. Check!” Peter added as he sat down across from you, dropping his lunch tray down on the table. You just rolled our eyes at him.“So I was thinking for this year we should go to the arcade then get ice cream.” Peter muttered his mouth full of the school’s signature sloppy joe sandwich. “Cause if I eat too much ice cream before we play that dance game you love, I'm gonna get sick again.” Some of the sandwich meat dripped out of the corner of his mouth. You handed him a napkin to wipe it, not even disgusted at this point. 

You and Peter had been best friends since birth. You had lived right next to each other as kids and you had done everything together. Learning how to walk, the loss of your first tooth, the first day of school. Always together no matter what. That’s what made you so nervous to tell him what was on your mind. “Actually, I was thinking of having a party this year.” You gave him a nervous smile. 

“What?!” He choked out in the midst of a coughing fit having nearly choked on his milk. Kids turned around to look at him and you shushed him. ”Peter stop shouting.” You scolded through gritted teeth. 

 He spoke up again this time, his voice back to it’s normal level. “But it’s always just us.”

You winced, you had figured he was going to respond like this. “I know, I know. But hear me out.” Peter sat back in his chair, arms crossed. “Lucy said she’d come to the party this year, and she’d bring Dylan! You know how much I like him.” You gushed and Peter narrowed his eyes at you. 

“How did you convince the most popular girl in school to come to your party?”

“Way harsh peter.” You reached over to his tray attempting to steal one of his fries. His hand slapped yours away. “You make it sound like she doesn't even know I exist.”

“That’s exactly what I’m implying, you and I are at the bottom of the social food chain and you know it.” He pushed his chair back even further, now only balancing on two legs. “What did you do?”

“Nothing,” You defended. 

He held your gaze with narrowed eyes as you tired your best to maintain eye contact. The minute you looked away he knew he had you. “I know you're lying (y/n). When you can’t look me in the eye you’re hiding something. Spill it.” 

You muttered really quickly. “Imayormaynothavedoneherhomeworkforthepastmonth.” 

He gave you an exasperated look. “What?”

“I said I may or may not have done her homework for the past month.”

He gave you a disapproving look. “Don’t look at me like that. “ You pouted. “It was the only way she was going to bring Dylan.” 

“I don't even know why you want that guy at your party. Or Lucy for that matter. They’re all a bunch of jerks.” Peter got up to put his tray away. You shoved your notebook back into your bag and got up to follow him. 

“You don’t even know them Peter.”

“Neither do you.” You frowned at him before turning on your heel and walking away from him. “(y/n) wait.” You sped up and he sped up with you. He caught up to you and grabbed your arm. You refused to look at him. 

Peter’s harsh look softened and his grip on your arm loosed. “Look.” His voice lowered to a whisper. “ I just don’t want you getting hurt.”

You gave him a soft smile. “I won’t especially not with my best friend around.” You bumped your shoulder into his. He returned your smile after a while and your face lit up. “It’s going to be fun!” 

“If you say so.”

On the day of your party you couldn't even sit still for a single second. Pacing by the front door waiting for Lucy and her friends to arrive. The doorbell rang and you threw open the door, but your smile dropped when you saw it was just Peter. “Oh, it’s you.”

“Geez, it's good to see you too.” He pushed his way into your house as you closed the door behind him. 

“Sorry I just thought it was Lucy.”

“And you were disappointed when it was me.” He joked making himself at home on your couch.

“You know that’s not what I meant.”

“No, I get it. Suddenly you get new friends and I’m old news. Hung out to dry. Dead and buried without a moment to grieve.” He milked his performance trying to make you feel guilty. You sat down next to him knocking his feet off your mother’s coffee table. 

“Shut up.” You laughed, he watched you and smiled. You noticed the keyboard strapped to his chest and groaned. “Did you have to bring your keyboard?”

“Duh. It’s part of your gift.” 

“I hope that’s not all you got me.”

“Hey!” He mocked being hurt by your words. “And it’s not by the way.” He sat up and made his way to your front door. “I gotta go get it, I left it on your doorstep.” He opened the door and was gone for a minute, making you anxious with anticipation. He poked his head through the doorway and a sweet smile plastered on his lips. “Close your eyes.”

You quickly covered your eyes with your hands. You heard Peter’s sneakers shuffling as he made his way closer to you. “No peeking.”

“I’m not!”

“Yes you are, I can see you looking through the slits of your fingers.” You giggled at the accusation and squeezed your eyes even tighter. You felt the couch dip from his weight as he sat back down next to you. You feel his hands close around yours, and the small action making you blush. He carefully removed your hands from your eyes. “Ta-da!” 

Sitting on the coffee table front of you was a huge handmade pink doll house. “I decided to make you your own (y/n) dream house.” Your eyes widened taking it all in. It was beautiful.

“Petey did you make all this?” You asked, heart swelling at the sweet action. 

“Yeah,” He admitted a little embarrassed. He scooted closer to the table. “See that’s you in your bubble bath. Reading your favorite magazine” It was a Barbie doll with a picture of your face tape on it. You giggled.” And there’s your room with the giant closet you’ve always wanted and a huge stereo collection. I know how much you love music. And there’s that bum Rick Springfield, sitting on the couch.” As you took in all the details you fell even more in love with the house. Peter had put so much time into this and you adored it.

 “And uh, there’s me.” He smiled sheepishly. A picture of him was glued to a piece of cardboard. His picture was making that ‘I’m watching you’ gesture at Rick Springfield. “I’m making sure that creep keeps his hands to himself. He’s only here for his musical talents, nothing else.” You smiled at him. He smiled back and for a second you could have sworn he glanced down at your lips. “Oh! I almost forgot.” He pulled out a red packet and shook it lightly. “Wishing dust.” 

You scooted closer to him so you guys could read the package together. “It says wishing dust knows what’s in your heart of hearts. They’ll make all your dreams come true.” He whispered the last part, his eyes cast downward as you watched him rip open the package. He stood up and sprinkled the dust down on the house. You watched in wonder as all the different colors rained down together and decorated the whole house in a pretty shimmer. Your eyes met his and you could feel yourself tearing up. He was so sweet and he didn't even know how much this meant to you. 

Just then the doorbell rang and you jumped to your feet. “They’re here!” You wiped away the tears that threatened to fall really quickly before dashing to the door.

“Yay.” Peter cheered sarcastically. You ignored him and sprinted to open the door. Lucy was there along with her friends and Dylan in the back. She was wearing a neon pink dress, the same one you had begged your mom to buy you last week. She had said no obviously. 

“Hi Lucy! Thanks for coming!” She just gave you a tight smile and let herself in. She looked around your living room and a sneer made its way to her face when she saw Peter on your couch fiddling with his keyboard. 

“Sup Freak.” Lucy shot Peter a sickly sweet smile.

“Sup slut.” Peter replied, mirroring her smile. You felt your mouth open in shock and shot him a deadly look. Lucy just pressed on trying to get a reaction out of Peter.

“I see your hair is still as gray and as ugly as ever.”

“At least my hair is naturally this color. From the look of your roots you should really look into getting a better stylist. You ain’t fooling anybody honey.” 

They continued to glare at each other until Lucy finally broke away from his gaze and turned to face you. “Where is this party happening anyway.” 

“It’s um downstairs, in the basement.” You motioned towards it, Lucy and her friends made their way down the steps. Peter followed them carrying your dollhouse, but you held your arm out to stop him. “What was that? Why were you being such a jerk?” 

“She started it!” 

You huffed. “I know, but it’s my party so please try to be nice to her.” He opened his mouth to say something but then decided against it. He pushed past your arm and went down the stairs to the basement. Taking two at a time. 

“So this is it.” Lucy picked at the neon colored table cloth. You didn't know what to say as she looked around. “What are we going to do anyway?”

“Well we could play twister, Peter is really good at it.” Peter gave a small salute in acknowledgement as they glanced towards him. “Or we could watch a movie.”’ You said excitedly, making your way over to the VHS rack.” I have a lot of good ones.``

“Lame.” Lucy announced and her friends echoed in agreement. 

You felt embarrassed of thinking that they would enjoy such childish things. “Why don't we play a new game?” Lucy suggested.

“What kind of game?” Peter asked, suspicion laced in his tone.

“A fun one.” She made her way towards you and placed her hand on your shoulder as she turned to address Peter. “Not that you would know anything about fun Maximoff.”

“Not that you would know anything about fun.” Peter mocked back in a high pitched tone.

  “Real mature.” Peter stuck his tongue out at her.

She turned back to you. “Let’s play seven minutes in heaven.” She leaned in even closer. “You can go first (y/n), and I think you’ll like who you get.” She glanced back and you followed her gaze towards Dylan. He shot you a smile and you felt yourself blush. 

All of a sudden you heard your mom. “(y/n)!” Your mother yelled down the stairs. “Your cake is here come and get it!”

“Peter go get it.” Lucy commanded.

“What? No.” He scoffed. You met his gaze and shot him a pleading look. “Fine.” He put the dollhouse away in your closet on the top shelf and made his way to the stairs. “Thanks Petey.”

“Yeah, yeah.” 

Lucy took off her scarf from around her neck and placed it over your eyes, knotting it tightly in the back. She led you towards the closet and you felt your heart rate pick up. You could hear the giggles of her friends as they closed the door. You stood there in the darkness waiting for Dylan to come in. It had been a while since Lucy had led you to the closet, you sat down putting your arms around your knees hugging them close. 

Peter came back down the stairs carrying your cake, as he was coming down Lucy was going up the stairs, her friends trailing behind her. “Hey where are you going?” 

She didn't answer, just smiled at him placing a hand on his shoulder. “(y/n) is waiting for you in the closet.” He gave her a confused look, he didn't know he was part of this game. Lucy and her friends continued up the steps, Dylan swiped your cake with his finger smearing the icing and eating it. Peter yanked it away and continued down into the basement. Madonna was playing softly in the background, he put the cake on the table and made his way to the closet, opening the door. He saw you sitting there  on the floor, you upon hearing the door squeak open were smiling up at him. “I didn't think you were going to come.”

He nervously smiled back at you and sat down on the floor across from you. You reached your hands out towards him. “Where are you?” He let his hands find yours, fingers intertwined in one another. He had held your hand before but this time it felt so different. He saw you lean in and he did the same. He was inches away from your lips when you whispered. “Oh Dylan.” He pulled back abruptly. 

“It’s not Dylan, It’s Peter.” You yanked your hands away from his and tore the scarf away from your eyes.

 “What are you doing here?” You felt panic take over you. “Where is Dylan?”

“He left. They all did, no one is here.” You stood up and saw that Peter was right. Your snack table stood untouched and Lucy, and Dylan were no where to be found. You immediately turned on Peter. “What did you do?” 

Peter looked at you in disbelief. “Nothing!”

“Yes you did!” You were screaming at him at this point.

“I just went to get your cake!” He screamed back. 

“Get out.” you whispered. Peter looked at you, clearly hurt that you were pushing him away. “GET OUT!” You screamed as you pushed him out of the closet. 

“(y/n) wait!” He tried holding the door open as you desperately tried shutting it. “(y/n) let me talk to you!” 

“Peter stop.” You cried. 

“(y/n)-”

“No!” You managed to shut the door and lock it. You sat back down on the floor and put the blindfold back over your eyes.

“(y/n) Please!” You could hear Peter on the other side of the door even with your hands covering your ears. “Please come out!”

“I hate you!” You screamed as his voice stopped. 

“You don’t mean that.” He muttered, tears of his own threatening to spill.

“Yes I do! I hate you! I hate me! I hate everything!” You were so angry and embarrassed and that you really thought Lucy was your friend. And that you were going to get to kiss Dylan.

“(y/n) what are you talking about?”

“I want to be thirty!” You wailed through your tears.

“Just let me play you this song.” Peter yelled back. He slung his keyboard over his head and started to mess with it trying to find the right key. “It’ll make you feel better!” 

You ignored him continuing to cry. “I wanna be thirty! I wanna be thirty and flirty and thriving.” You swing your head back shaking the shelf behind you. The wishing dust from the dollhouse fell down all around you but you didn't even notice. You could faintly hear Peter playing some tune on his keyboard but you ignored it. Just muttering through your tears over and over how you wanted to be thirty, flirty and thriving. At the moment you wanted to be anywhere but there.

[descendantofthesparrow]

Huma x reader (mainly showing Harry x reader) - slowburn oneshot - brand new

wattpad version (smut included)

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-This is a smut oneshot(edit; turned into a slow burn oneshot that goes into smut cuz I can edit2.0; this tumblr version doesn’t have smut in it, it is hinted at but otherwise its not written but I will link to the AO3 and Wattpad versions that will have the smut posted) because im trying to practice writing it and (y/n) is written with she/her pronouns and has female body parts because, again, im still practicing on smut and want to get used to writing my own…body type before I branch out to attempt to write any other type anyways LETS GET TO IT-

Your leg bounced as you stared at the wooden swing doors of Ursula's chip shop. Harry had left to do some errands two hours ago, and usually he got those particular errands, collecting payment for the protection of shops and territory, done within two hours.

But it had been a whole two hours, you glanced at the clock again, and two minutes. Something burned in your gut, telling you something was wrong. You wouldn’t dare voice your concern in front of the crew and the chip shop customers, you would be cackled at for even entertaining the idea of worrying about someone, even if it was Harry.

You and Harry weren't close, you were just a simple crew member on Uma’s crew, you had joined after their adventure to the isle of the doomed so you didn’t have the bond that the crew had after going through something life-threatening. You were pretty sure Harry didn’t even know your name!

But that never stopped the butterflies in your head and stomach when you heard him laugh, never stopped the heat creeping up your neck when he smirked, never stopped the fuzzy feeling in your head when his ever so bright ocean blue eyes lined with black liner scanned the crew, never once locking onto you but that didn’t stop your heart from beating faster than a hummingbirds wings…whatever hummingbirds were but Gil had rambled about them one day after he found a bird fact book and that particular fact stuck in your head.

Besides, Harry practically had every vk at his feet, hell you were pretty sure Uma liked him too, and he liked her, with how they looked at each other it was a wonder that the entire isle didn’t ‘gossip’ about them.

And you were nothing compared to Uma, who in all honesty, was fucking gorgeous, so you could never blame Harry if he chose her out of all his “suitors” because who were you compared to Uma? You were just the daughter of simple thieves who had unfortunately been sent to the isle.

You looked at the clock again and frowned, it had only been another two minutes but that didn’t stop the pit in your stomach from growing. If Harry wasn’t back by 8:30, which was a bit less than a half-hour from now, then you would go looking for him…well if Uma didn’t send anyone out to look for him first, but she trusted him so she might not send anyone out at all.

But like you, Uma nervously glanced at the doors and clock every few minutes, like you, she also felt something was wrong but had to keep her usual calm demeanor in front of the crew.

You made eye contact with her after looking away from the clock again, Uma raising her brow in curiosity as you felt your ears burn and you looked to the doors quickly.

You counted down the minutes to 8:30, your fingers tapping rapidly against your tray of food and the heel of your boot hitting the leg of your stool in time.

It had been two and a half hours after Harry left for his errands, and you had finally had enough, you made eye contact with Uma as you stood and she nodded, glancing towards the doors then the sword check then back at you.

You somehow understood each other and you nodded back, heading towards the doors quickly as you snatched your cutlass from the sword check and raced out the chip shop in search of Harry.

-

You hopped over a rusted metal fence and landed on your toes; your eyes wide with caution. you were now just along the lines of territory a rival gang that had been attempting to take Uma’s territory for the past couple months. After you had gone to all the areas that Harry was supposed to go for his collecting route, Dizzy, bless her little heart, had nervously told you about Dylan, Clayton’s son, and his gang had ambushed Harry just a bit after he had finished up at Dizzy’s and kidnapped him and stole all the money he had just collected.

So you went to go collect the pirate and the money they had stolen, they were probably going to keep him for ransom against Uma, but what ransom would they have if there was no pirate or money?

You may have been the daughter of two ‘simple’ thieves but….then again, they were simple on the isle, not in Auradon.

Your lip twitched as a bout of cruel laughter echoed out from the building, you sprinted forward silently as you noticed one of the gang members on lookout duty starting to come around the corner to your right. You took a leaping step, catching yourself on an open window ledge and pulling yourself up swiftly, jumping up the three feet gaps between the windows as the guard passed below you not even knowing you had been where he was walking just a moment ago.

You thanked whatever god was out there for your (dad/mom) teaching you how to free run when you were younger. You peeked into one of the dark floors of the building, pursing your lips a bit as you remembered that their gang site was in an abandoned parking lot. Not much room for error, or hiding places.

You hopped through the window and landed silently on your feet, stopping as another bout of laughter echoed below you.

They kept to the lower floors then, which was good to know, it also meant both an easier and harder escape once you had Harry. Easier because less distance between Harry and the exit, harder because less distance between the exit and the gang.

You ran over to the stairwell; glad you had decided to wear your shoes with no heel as it made running quietly much easier. You grinned as you stepped into the stairwell, no door. hopefully, the other floors didn’t have them either, or else if they squeaked both you and Harry would be in for some shit.

You glanced at the faded number on the wall.

The seventh floor, wow you had climbed quite a bit, hadn't you? You shook away the thought, swiftly yet carefully climbing down the stairs, scanning each floor as you arrived to check for the gang.

Finally, you arrived on the third floor, the only floor with any light coming from it. You moved to stand flush against the wall next to the doorway of the floor, peering in as best you could without anyone seeing you, glancing every now and then to the stairway for any other gang members.

You huffed quietly as Dylan pushed at Harry's limp head, cackling and muttering to himself as he circled Harry like a bloodthirsty shark. You grit your teeth as you got a good look at Harry in the dimly lit area he was in. he was tied to both a structural beam and a folding chair, blood dripped from the side of his head down to his jaw and off his chin, he was starting to bruise on his face, neck, and possibly his torso and wrists, but those weren’t visible at the moment so you settled for guessing his injuries.

His right ankle was also at a VERY worrying angle…you might have to take some drastic measures to get Harry out of this parking garage.

Dylan was muttering something about how Uma would bow to him when she found her ‘precious’ first mate all bloody and beaten, and how he would finally have command of the wharfs.

“not on my watch” you muttered, quickly coming up with a plan and digging into your thigh bag, pulling out a handful of mini smoke bombs that your (dad/mom) had made forever ago in case one of the three of you needed them. You took out your lighter and lit the fuses, chucking them into the room and smirking as they landed right beside the gang members, luck seemed to be on your side today.

“what the hell-HOLY-“ Dylan let out a high-pitched screech as smoke burst from the nozzle of the smoke bombs and quickly filled the room, for being the size of ping pong balls they sure packed a wallop of smoke.

Pulling up your bandana to prevent any smoke inhalation you dashed into the room, running towards Harry but was stopped as a foot came arching your way. You held up your arms in front of your face and blocked the kick, stepping back quickly as the gang member started swinging at you, grunting with effort as you dodged and misdirected his punches.

“WHO THE HELL IS THAT?!” Dylan yelled, you smirked under your bandana, you weren’t really a known member of Uma’s crew, liking to keep to the shadows and out of sight.

You took the moment of disorientation from Dylan’s yell that caused the gang member to slip up and ducked under his next swing, one arm grappling around his next ant clasping with your other hand, your right foot going behind his ankle and pulling him forward flipping him over and slamming him into the ground with a loud crack.

He was out for the count, now, you looked up and around you, through the smoke you could see maybe 9 members left, including Dylan. Should be easy enough, you glanced at Harry, frowning slightly as he started to cough, but you would have to work quickly so Harry didn’t get all the smoke in the garage in his lungs.

You threw yourself back as another lackey of Dylan’s threw a punch at you, you decided to make quick work of them and grabbed their wrist, pulling it up and back towards them, smirking at the sickening pop that sounded from their shoulder. They screamed and dropped to the ground in agony, yelping as you leaned back from a sweeping air kick and slammed your hands onto the floor, using the momentum and lifting your legs back with you.

Your foot slammed into the next lackey's chin and he fell back, his skull slamming against the floor with a crack. You rolled back into a summersault and stood on your feet, catching the leg that was aimed at your chest and pulling the lackey towards you, kicking them twice in the stomach then throwing them over your shoulder with a twist of your torso and a spin of your feet.

They crashed to the floor just next to Harry, who was just barely coming to consciousness and jumped at the loud noise. He squinted through the smoke and dimly lit area, eyes widening as he spotted the spray panted symbol of Uma’s crew plain on your jacket sleeve.

Dylan watched in shock as you easily took out his gang members, and when the final one fell, he could feel the smug grin you had when you turned to face him.

Dylan let out an intelligible yell and rushed at you, only for his world to go black as you stepped to the side, grabbed his arm, turned your back to his chest, and swung him over you using his momentum.

Dylan and his gang were out for the count. And with Dylan knocked out the smoke finally cleared and all that was left was the dimly lit floor, the unconscious bodies of the gang, and an injured Harry.

You let out a soft sigh and pushed down your bandana, walking towards Harry and flipping out your pocket knife, kneeling next to Harry and cutting the ropes around his wrists and legs, then the ones around his torso keeping him to the beam. “woah-“ you pressed your hands against Harry's chest gently as he tried to rush out of the chair. “-hold up, you’re really hurt” Harry looked down at you, and you winced as you saw his swelling eye and bleeding nose for the first time, his lip was busted too.

“who-“ Harry slurred, trying to ask for your name or your rank in the crew but was unable to get the words out still being very much out of it from being jumped and beaten.

“im (y/n), im a regular ol’ crew member, and I got worried about you and came looking, come on, there are still some members on guard duty and we need to skedaddle before they come up” Harry gave a slow nod and with your help got to his feet, letting out a yelp as he put too much pressure on his broken ankle.

“um, okay” you quickly thought up a plan and had Harry lean on you almost completely, cursing Dylan for making the main part of his hideout on the third floor, now you had to get Harry down three flights of stairs just to get him to the doors. You and Harry froze at the sound of heavy footsteps running up the stairs, you let go of Harry's hand and lowered him to the ground, quickly jumping into a fighting stance and glaring at the stairwell doorway.

You felt Harry's eyes on you as did so, but you did your best to ignore him and the butterflies that swarmed in your stomach. You slumped as Gil’s concerned face popped above the stairs, his eyes widening as he looked at Harry “holy heck, what happened?” Gil asked, walking over to Harry and checking him over.

“Dylan wanted him for ransom for the captain's territory, I took care of it” Gil gave you a look, you were never one to take initiative in the crew, well he didn’t either but you always stayed in the background, always seeming too scared to do anything about…well anything.

So for you to go out of your way to save Harry made Gil want to scratch his head. It clicked for him a moment later when he remembered how you always stared at Harry, with a look he could never put his finger on. Yes, Harry was the first mate and any of the crew members should put their life on the line to rescue him if needed but you didn’t do this as a crew member, you did this out of your personal feelings.

Gil, for once, didn’t think aloud, just hoisted Harry into his arms, ignoring Harry's protests and light smacks against his shoulder, and walked down the stairwell, you taking a moment to collect Harry hook that had been attached to one of the lackeys and running after them.

-

You stood awkwardly at the door frame of Harry's room as Gil set the injured pirate on his bed, you had never seen his room before, it was…a decent size, but you forced yourself not to memorize it for…reasons.

“I’ll tell Uma” you muttered aloud, walking away from Harry's room as you saw Gil nod, not seeing Harry strain his body in an attempt to keep his eyes on you.

When you arrived back at the chip shop and quietly informed Uma of the situation, she cursed and looked to the clock, she wasn’t off till midnight and it was only 9:15, she had another two hours and forty-five minutes before she was off and then she still had to clean!

“just-have Gil take care of him” she muttered back, pushing you back towards the chip shop doors “there's a medical kit in my quarters, under the board just left to the door, it'll jiggle when you step on it, give that to Gil and he’ll know what to do” you nodded and ran back to the ship, not wanting Harry to suffer for any longer than he was.

You went to Uma’s quarters, whistling a bit at the size of the room, and turned to the left, flipping up the loose board and taking out the large duffle bah with the red plus symbol on the side. “this has to be it” you muttered, standing and walking out of the room, closing the door behind you and making your way to Harry's room. you peeked into the room, frowning at the sight of Harry's very swollen turning very red and dark purple ankle. You knocked on the door frame and stepped into the room, handing the duffle bag to Gil.

The boys seemed to realize exactly where the bag was from and looked at you apprehensively, gosh sometimes you forgot how protective of Uma they were, even if it was a simple item. “she gave me permission to get that, I'll be out of your hair now” you spun on your heel and speed-walked out of the room, ignoring the butterflies in your gut as you felt Harry's eyes on you again.

-

It took Harry almost two months to heal from his injuries, his ankle still had ways to go so he was forced to be on the bench for crew activities and his usual errands until he could walk without his ankle being at a weird angle or him wincing in pain every time he took a step or shifted his ankle.

Gonzo and Bonnie took over his usual errands as Gil took over as temp-first mate until Harry was all healed up.

During those two months, you had noticed something….new.

Harry and Uma had taken to staring at you…a lot…like a lot a lot.

At first, you thought you were imagining things, the feeling of eyes constantly on you, then you thought that maybe some of Dylan's gang members had found out you were the one to sabotage his plan and were spying on you.

Those thoughts went out the window when one day you turned to look over your shoulder and saw Harry and Uma staring directly at you, Uma leaning on the long table on her elbows as Harry covered his mouth and some of his nose with his chin resting in his palm. You snapped your head back around and curled in on yourself, willing the heat growing up your neck to go away.

The next odd thing to happen was Uma beginning to actually…use you for crew things? Usually you just kinda…sat back and watched as everyone else did stuff, not of your own violation or laziness, it's just that Uma and Harry never seemed to…have anything to do for you?

But now it seemed like Uma was actually trying to include you in pirate activities, even once assigning you to her when the ship needed some maintenance on its ropes. She also started to either keep close to you as you trained in combat with the crew or sometimes even training you herself.

Which led to some…situations, you see, while you were pretty much an expert in hand to hand combat you fucking sucked with swords so once in a while you fumbled with your sword and…Uma while not being a PDA person, well unless it was Harry but even then, would walk toward you and correct your grip, stance, your free hand for balance, and even lead you in some sort of weird dance to help you learn your footwork.

It was like she was…sizing you up, if that was the best word, always keeping her eye on you, asking you random questions, making you help out in the chip shop, and just…having you be around her more than you used to.

Then there was Harry, after two months of just staring at you, he started talking to you, first “thanking” you for saving his ass from Dylan, aka he made you a bracelet and tossed it in front of you with a nod and a mutter of  “thanks”. Gil had muttered next to you that Harry liked to make people stuff as a way to thank them, and held up his own bracelet that Harry made for him when they were younger “it's just one of the ways he shows appreciation!”

Then it moved to small conversations about random things, they weren’t long, just…small talk when you ended up in the same place as each other or when you were both on nightshift guard duty. The staring hadn't stopped, but you didn’t mind it as much as you used to, knowing it was Harry and Uma keeping their eyes on you, for whatever reason, but it made you feel….safe? you didn’t know the feeling that came with them watching you but you knew it wasn’t scared or threatened.

One day Harry asked you to practice some knots with him, setting up two crates and making you sit across from him. As you worked on learning how to make a round turn and two half-hitches knot, Harry stared at you, watching you ever so carefully, drifting his gaze from your concentrated face to your swift and calloused fingers as you successfully pulled the knot together, looking up at him with a shy grin, seeking his approval.

He smirked and nodded, patting your knee and beginning to instruct you on how to do other knots, in a softer voice than before. Next, is something that took you a pretty long time to notice but, they started to get physically closer to you when they could. Like when the crew crowded around the table for mealtime at the chip shop. In the beginning, you always sat at the farthest end of the table, always keeping to yourself and trying not to bother anybody.

But as time went on, you were slowly being pushed towards the middle of the table where Uma, Harry, and Gil always sat, or sometimes you would sit in your usual seat and Harry or Uma would be away from their seats and closer to you. You didn’t notice any of this until your shoulder was in line with Harry’s, his jacket brushing against your arms and legs knocking into yours.

They both seemed to also attempt to get you into conversations more, Uma’s hands ending up on your arms or shoulder when she talked to the crew if they weren’t on Harry's shoulder, Harry leaning in close to you when you had your little conversations, Uma staring intently as you trained with the crew.

Most of this you didn’t notice, being the oblivious and overthinker person you were, you brushed off the thought of a possible connection with the two and thought they were just doing what captain and first mate did, have a good relationship with a crew member was essential.

What you didn’t see was the crew smirking as Harry stared at you, snickering when Uma rested her hand on your shoulder, whispering to themselves as their eyes always flashed over to you when you walked through the doors, gossiping when Harry sneaked his own food onto your plate.

Even Gil, who was admittedly a bit airheaded, could see what was going through the minds of his two oldest friends. He just grinned and leaned back, knowing he had started it all when he had told Uma of his “theory” of you possibly having feelings for her first mate/kinda boyfriend.

She at first just wanted to size you up, to see if you were “worthy” of her best friend, she and Harry had an open relationship, if either of the others wanted to get with someone else as long as they talked it through and got consent it wasn’t a problem. Uma just wanted to see if you wouldn’t hurt Harry.

She didn’t expect to catch feelings for you. It was something that boiled beneath the surface of her skin as it developed, she didn’t even notice it happened. The feeling of sparks dancing across her fingertips when her hand touched yours when she fixed your grip on your sword, the burst of warmth beneath her skin when she locked eyes with you, the flutter in her gut when you laughed at one of Gil’s stupid jokes or Harry’s dumb stunts.

It was all the same feelings she got when she was around Harry, but it took only one moment for her to realize she had fallen for you. It was just supposed to be a regular Sunday on the isle, it was her day off so she decided to spend it with you meandering around the marketplace, not particularly looking for anything just browsing.

Their time at the market had been shortened by the arrival of Dylan, taunting Uma and getting in her face. “come on shrimpy!” he snickered, his gang behind him cackling loudly “too scared to go against me-GUk” Uma snapped her head around to look at Dylan as he suddenly gasped for breath and her eyes widened in shock. Dylan was on his back, holding his gut as you stood in front of Uma, tilting your head dangerously as the gang took a step back.

“not a good idea to disrespect the captain, Dylan” you growled, sending a shiver down Uma’s spine, you weren’t much a talker, and when you did it was soft, but now? There was a thick tension to your voice, almost reminiscent of Harry's low growly tone when he got angry.

Dylan slowly sat up and glared at you, eyes widening as he realized who you were “you’re-you’re the bitch that” he paled at the smirk on your face.

“that kicked your asses? All on her own? Yeah, I’m that bitch, now back the fuck up before I snap your teeth with my boot” Uma swallowed around the rising heat in her neck, rolling her shoulders to get rid of the uncomfortable tension that was growing inside her.

Dylan let out a snarl and snapped his fingers, three of his lackeys running towards you, all yelping as you took them down with ease. Uma smirked as the lackeys landed next to Dylan, who then stood quickly and bolted the other way.

Dylan stood and looked behind him, freezing as he noticed almost all his gang had abandoned him, the only one left was his right-hand man, who stared at you with wide fearful eyes. Dylan slowly turned as he heard you crack your knuckles and squeaked as you gave a sharp smirk “this is the part where you run away~” you giggled, holding in a loud laugh as Dylan and his last lackey turned and ran with their tails between their legs.

You rolled your shoulders with a sigh and turned back to Uma, feeling your cheeks burn as she stared at you with wide eyes “uh…captain?” Uma snapped out of her trance and smirked at you.

“and here I thought Harry lied to me about your fighting skills~” her smirk softened as you tugged at your shirt. “come on, let's finish up here”

It was only when you returned to the ship and Uma got a moment to herself, that she realized what those feelings were in the market, they were the same feelings she got when she looks at Harry.

She liked you…a lot. Uma let out a low groan and sunk into her chair in her quarters, now she had to deal with feelings for her chaotic dumbass first mate and the oblivious yet badass crew member.

She went from just checking you out to make sure you were good for Harry to now fucking liking you…what a trope huh?

Harry on the other hand, had realized his feelings from the start, they were very small to start with, he hadn't even known your name before the fateful day when you saved him from Dylan.

It felt like his heart was jumpstarted as he locked eyes with you as you flipped Dylan over your back, sparks running across his skin when you undid the ropes around his wrists.

First, he was impressed, you had gone out of your way to save him and then took down almost an entire gang, some of the members easily overtaking you in size and strength but you took them down as if they were nothing. Then you had been so protective of him as you tried to make your way out of the parking garage with him, even getting ready to fight Gil before you knew it was Gil.

As you walked out of Harry's room after giving Gil the medical pack, he had asked Gil what your position on the crew was. As Gil told him about you, he remembered when you told him your name and he quietly muttered it, smiling slightly as he decided it fit you perfectly

Then he was amused, you were much shyer than he thought you would be, you were always by yourself in a corner, keeping to yourself and never talking to anyone. As he moved closer to you during meal times, he enjoyed the little sarcastic comments you muttered to yourself as you listened to whatever the crew was talking about. He giggled to himself at the look on your face when he dropped the ‘thank you’ bracelet in front of you, mentally dancing in excitement when he saw you wearing it the next day and then never take it off,  he didn’t know why he mentally danced in excitement but he brushed away the implications of it.

Then he and Uma started to attempt to get closer to you, well Uma was doing…her own thing while Harry was trying to get closer. First, he started with having you learn and help him tie the ropes around the ship, watching you as you at first fumbled with any type of rope he attempted teaching you, his heart fluttering when you finally got it and looked up at him for approval, a shy grin on your face.

He watched enraptured as you trained with Uma, chucking as he could imagine the steam coming off your face as Uma placed her hands on your hips and hands and corrected your stance. He cackled when you knocked Gil to the floor on a hand-to-hand combat training day, falling to his side as you leaned over Gil's dizzy self with your hands moving about unsure of what to do.

He watched you interacted during the quiet moments of the night when you would both be on night shift watching the ship, your shy nature seeming to melt away under the cloudy black sky as you rambled about whatever you were thinking about. He never really noticed himself leaning ever so close as you talked, only able to focus on you.

He noticed the crew teasing him and Uma pretty early on, though they were easily silenced when either him or Uma glared at the crew.

One day, he realized he was smitten with you. The crack of your voice when you got nervous, when you fidgeted with your rings, the smirk on your face when you flipped one of the crew members over your back, the laugh that spilled from your lips when you finally got the hang of using your sword, when you rubbed your thumb against your lips as you zoned out, it all made him feel warm inside, the same feelings he got around Uma.

He had to tell Uma about his feelings for you, they were in an open relationship but he wanted to make sure she was alright with you before he pursued anything with you.

One night after Uma finished up at the chip shop, she arrived to her quarters to see Harry sitting on her bed, playing with the curve of his hook as he waited for her. “Harry?” Uma groggily asked, she was exhausted but Harry never seeked her out after midnight, so something was up “what's going on, what do you need?” she closed the door to her room with her foot and slipped off her boots and hat, walking over to harry and flopping down on the bed next to him. “um-“ Harry stuttered, the red in his ears creeping down to his cheeks “yeh know (y/n)?” Uma perked up at that, pushing herself up with her hands and staring hard at Harry.

“yeah?” Uma’s heart sped up at the mention of the girl she had fallen for, god she hoped Harry wasn’t going to say he didn’t like her, and then Uma would feel like shit and she’d never be able to kiss the shit out of you till either of you couldn't see straight. “what about her?”

“I-um…I-…I like ‘er…like I like yeh” Harry’s face was almost crimson now, staring down at his lap as he played with the loose threads on his pants. “and-and I was wonderin’ if I-I could…um, invite ‘er into our relationship?” Harry's voice cracked at the end, oh so nervous and scared for what Uma was going to say.

“thank fuck I thought I was the only one” Harry snapped his head around to look at Uma, his mouth dropping open slightly “god fuck isn’t she so fucking pretty?!”

Harry let out a small sigh of relief and fully turned to look at Uma, sitting up on his knees “YES! Fuck she so pretty I just wanna smoother her in fucking i-gaaah ya know?!” he lifted his hands in front of his face and clenched them in an odd motion of frustration from (y/n)s prettiness. Uma laughed and nodded, grabbing onto Harry's hands and gripping them tightly.

“I do know, and I would be a hundred percent down for inviting her into our relationship, but!” Uma held up her hand as Harry gave her a wide grin, he deflated a bit and tilted his head “we need to make sure she's gonna be okay with this” Uma motioned between her and Harry “hell we don’t even know if she has feelings for us” Harry looked hurt at that, just wanting to drag you into bed with him and Uma already so he could smother you with cuddles and whatever couples did with their adorable significant others “I know, but we need to play this safe, I don’t want to scare her off”

Harry gave a slow nod, he wanted to do what he always did, rush into an idea with no real plan and just hope he didn’t die. But he would listen to Uma on this, she was a lot better with relationships then he was…well the logical part of them, he was better at feelings and physical stuff.

So the two talked into the night, deciding in the early morning that they would tell (y/n) about their decision on Sunday when Uma was off work.

Their talk happened on Wednesday, by Saturday afternoon Uma was off the isle, having dived through the barrier just before it closed and swimming to Auradon in search of revenge on Mal and to free the vks still on the isle.

It was only after she left that you realized you had fallen for Uma alongside Harry. The piercing feeling in your chest and gut every time you thought about your captain or even just being on the ship or chip shop slapped you in the face as you realized you fucking missed Uma, more than you should have.

You knew Harry missed Uma too, he had shut himself in his room soon after Uma disappeared at cotillion and refused to come out even when Gil asked. It wasn’t till his sister Harriet stormed onto the ship and dragged him out of his room that he seemed to be a little more like his usual self, he also started to hang around you more often and on the nights where you were on night guard duty he would join you, even when he didn’t have to anymore now that he was captain until Uma’s return.

Your mind was a maze, just trying to maneuver your feelings for both Uma and Harry, the feelings you had for Harry had multiplied for Uma, and now you couldn’t even think about either of them without heat rushing up your neck or butterflies rushing around your stomach.

Great, you had a crush/probably in love on the two people who were already “dating” each other, and both of them were so.damn.pretty. You groaned to yourself, covering your face and sinking to the ground in a crouch. Yeah, you had no fucking chance.

On the bright side, it did seem you were getting closer to Harry? So unrequited love aside at least you were getting a friendship out of it? The two of you started hanging out together more often than not, as you had mentioned before Harry joined you on night guard shifts, the two of you continued rope tying practice, started hand to hand combat training, he took Uma’s spot in teaching you how to use a sword, and sometimes the two of you would just…chill, hanging out in the bird’s nest drinking and eating whatever snack or food Harry had found, you leaning against his legs in the cramped space.

About five months after Uma had left the isle, the crew, aka Bonnie and Drey, decided to have a “bonding” night, forcing everyone into the chip shop after closing time, surrounded by rum and leftover food from the day to play truth or dare/seven minutes in heaven.

The rules were if you didn’t want to tell the truth or accept the dare, you had to spin the bottle and play seven minutes in heaven with whoever it landed on, and if you refused to play that, you'd have to take a shot of Desiree’s strongest liquor.

Bonnie, being the one who made the rules, went first, pointing to Gil and asking him truth or dare.

“Truth!” Gil chirped, already halfway through on his fries. Bonnie hummed for a moment and tapped her bottle of beer, trying to think of something good since Gil did tend to blurt out everything.

“who do you have a crush on?” Bonnie finally asked with a teasing smirk, laughing a bit as he pointed at Harry. “yeah, okay we knew that”

Harry blew a kiss towards Gil and Gil grinned and caught it, smacking it on his cheek and going back to his food as the crew burst into laughter. Gil tossed a fish stick into his mouth and looked around the group, pointing at Gonzo.

“truth or dare Gonzo” Gonzo let out a low hum and shrugged.

“dare” he muttered, thinking that Gil wouldn't be able to think of anything that bad. Oh, boy was he wrong.

Gil gave a nasty grin and stood, walking over to the kitchen and rummaging in the fridge for a few moments “oi what the hell are you doing?” Harry yelled, pouting as Gil didn’t answer.

Gil returned with something in his fist, his other hand keeping the unknown object hidden from sight. He stood in front of Gonzo and opened his hands, showing a snake egg. “eat up!”

“OH HELL NO” Gonzo yelped, smacking the egg out of Gil's hand, Drey and Jonas screeching as it smashed against the floor and black goo spread from the destroyed egg. Half the crew scrambled back from the egg, its rancid smell already beginning to spread around the chip shop

“ah Gonzo come on!” Emanuel complained, diving behind Gabe, the two pushing each other away and towards the egg in desperation to get away from it and doom the other to the smell.

You covered your mouth as you held in your laughter, falling to your side a bit and your head hitting Harry's shoulder as he cackled. “okay okay Gil, clean it up, Gonzo, either spin the bottle or drink” Gil begrudgingly cleaned up as Gonzo pouted at Harry.

Bonnie held up the empty rum bottle and wiggled her brows at Gonzo. He glared at her and snatched a shot glass from Desiree and took the shot, gaging a bit as it went down his throat “holy shit that’s strong” he shivered, the rest of the crew booing as he handed the shot glass back to Desiree.

Since Gonzo had forfeited the dare and seven minutes in heaven, Gil went again, this time picking Drey and the girl chose to do truth. “Ummm okay…uh, ever give a blowjob?” the crew whistled and hollered at the speedy turn towards the sexual end of questions and Drey snickered, shaking her head and holding up her hand to her mouth, only her pointer and middle finger around her lips as she winked and stuck her tongue through. “I’ll take that as a no” Gil laughed, taking a sip of his rum and leaning back on his elbows.

“your turn Drey” Bonnie called, stealing a crab cake from Zhao and laying halfway down on the floor, resting her chin in her palm. Drey tapped her chin, looking around the crew before her eyes landed on Yamato, who quickly leaned behind Gabe but was too late.

“Yamato, truth or dare” he kept behind Gabe for a moment longer before he sighed and leaned back to sit straight and looked at Drey in surrender.

“dare” he muttered, leaning forward with his elbows on his knees and chin in his hands. Drey gave a wicked grin and looked around, trying to find something that would best work on Yamato.

“oh! I got it…lick Gabe's foot” the crew yelled out in disgust as Gabe laughed and pulled off his boot, shoving it towards the disgusted Yamato.

“NOPE gimme the bottle, GIMME THE BOTTLE ID RATHER MAKE OUT WITH ANYONE ELSE THAN LICK HIS FOOT GABE GET THAT AWAY FROM ME OR WE WILL THROW HANDS” Yamato shoved Gabe away from him, the cackling pirate falling on his back holding his chest.

Bonnie cackled and pushed the empty bottle of rum into the middle of the circle, Yamato sighed and leaned over to spin it, sitting cross-legged as everyone stared at the bottle in both excitement and anxiety.

Finally, the bottle slowed and landed on Zhao, the crew cheered and the two boys laughed, Zhao biting his bottom lip, squinting his eyes, and raising his brows.

“Alright come on Zhao les make out!” Bonnie stood and ran over to the closet that she had declared “heaven”  the two boys joining hands and swinging them as they walked into the closet and Bonnie closed the door after them.

“have fun~ Gonzo set the timer!” Gonzo leaned over the took the timer/stop watch from where Bonnie was sitting and set it for seven minutes “im so glad that thing is basically soundproof I do not need to hear Yamato moaning” the crew snickered at that, Harry rolling his eyes and leaning towards you.

“five bucks Zhao gives Yamato a handy” you felt your cheeks burn at his low-toned voice and laughed a bit, nodding as he grinned at you.

“you’re on” you whispered, biting your lip as Harry patted your thigh and sat up straight again.

“who’s next?” Jonas asked, taking a swig of his rum and glancing about the room.

“I’ll just go again and when Yamato comes out hell go” Drey waved it off and looked around the room, pointing at Gabe “Gabe truth or dare!”

“Dare” Gabe snickered, falling off balance a bit as Drey pointed at Gil.

“sit in Gil's lap till someone picks you again” Gabe sighed and stood, plopping in Gil's lap and crossing his arms.

Gil didn’t seem to mind, reaching his arm over Gabe's waist to grab his food tray. “all right, Gonzo truth or dare!” Gonzo groaned, having only gone a couple of turns before but chose truth this time “have you ever given head before, doesn’t matter girl or boy just head” Gonzo tilted his head then nodded. the crew, minus you and Harry, wolf-whistled “yooo who!?” Gonzo grinned and shook his head.

“hey, I only had to answer if I have given it before not to who” Gabe pouted and leaned back into Gil.

“party pooper” Gonzo perked up and looked around the group, eyes landing on you, smirking as you shrunk into yourself in an attempt to make yourself invisible

“(y/n) truth or dare” you tugged at your shirt, trying to decide what to do, go with truth, and possibly reveal your crush on Harry and Uma? Be dared to do something embarrassing? Play spin the bottle? Or take a shot?

“um, truth” you squeaked out, Gonzo looking up at the ceiling as he tried to figure out what to ask you. Finally, he snapped his fingers as he looked back at you, having found the perfect question.

“Have you ever had sex? Or been with anyone for that matter?” you shook your head, you were a virgin through and through, you haven't even kissed anyone before. “huh, all right your turn”

You looked around the group, finally landing your eyes on Desiree who had been untouched the entire game “Desiree” she looked up at you, mid-sip on her rum “truth or dare?”

“Dare” she answered immediately, smirking as the crew ‘oooh’d at her. “gimme your best shot (nickname)”

“umm” you had never really…dared anyone to do anything before…this was gonna be tough. “lick the bottom of Bonnies boot” the crew stared at you for a moment as Desiree looked between you and Bonnie wide-eyed “what?”

“holy shit I thought you were gonna like, I don’t know, make me eat twenty crackers or something! But I’ll do it” the crew cheered and Gabe leaned over to give you a high five.

Bonnie lifted her boot into the air and cackled as Desiree just went for it, going sole to toe “AHHHH” Bonnie cackled, falling backward and holding her leg in the air. Desiree backed into her spot again and shook her head, hanging her tongue out of her mouth as she made gagging noises.

“tha’ wath stho groth” she gagged, grabbing a paper towel and scraping her tongue of the taste of Bonnie's boot. after a few moments of the crew laughing at her, along with the timer of Zhao and Yatamo’s seven minutes in heaven beeping, the two coming out of the closet with Messy hair, bruised lips and Zhao’s pants unbuttoned.

Harry pouted at you and took the five out of his wallet, placing it in your hand as you gave him a smug grin. “yeh won tha’ one lass” he laughed quietly, freezing as Desiree locked her eyes on him.

“Harry, truth or dare” Harry kept a staring contest with her, trying to predict what she was going to do.

Finally, he sighed “Dare” Desiree let out a cold cackle, Harry freezing again at it.

“let Gil give you a haircut” Harry immediately shook his head, Gil had cut his hair once before and he ended up with the worst patchy hair cut he had ever had, he only trusted two people with his hair, Uma, and Harriet. “alright then spin the bottle!” Harry sighed, he had a lot of work to do in the morning so drinking wasn’t the best idea so he took the bottle from Bonnie and spun it, mentally crossing his fingers that it would land on you.

You watched as the bottle spun around, pulling your knees to your chest and wrapping your arms around them. You did want the bottle to land on you but at the same time you hoped it wouldn’t land on anybody so you wouldn’t be going behind Uma’s back or so Harry wouldn’t be kissing someone other than you or Uma.

You felt the heat climb up your face as the tip of the bottle landed directly on you, the crew whistling and cheering as you buried your face in your knees. “wooooooo come on you two! Get to the closet.” Harry glanced at you and while he really wanted to go into the closet with you, he felt bad as you had completely turned into a ball of embarrassment.

“come on guys she obviously-OI” Gonzo and Jonas grabbed Harry's arms, carrying him to the closet and tossing him in, Drey and Desiree grabbing your hands and tugging you in after him.

They closed the door behind you, Bonnie going the extra mile and locking the door “Have fun~ seven minutes!” Bonnie’s muffled voice yelled through the door before it went silent.

You pressed yourself into the wall and sunk to the floor, holding your face in your hands and pulling your knees to your face. “(y/n)?” Harry quietly asked, kneeling in front of you and cupping your face with his hand, pushing your chin up to make you look at him “are yeh okay?”

“I-I just-“ you buried your face again, if you looked at him anymore you would throw your moral compass out the window and just kiss him silly.

“do yeh not like meh?” he asked, feeling a pit form in his chest at the thought of you not liking him in ‘that’ way, he blinked in surprise as you shook your head and looked back up at him.

“no-its, not that, it’s more…I like you…like a lot…more than I should, a lot” you whispered, biting your lip as Harry stared at you, not noticing him glancing at your lips “but you’re with Uma and I don’t want to ruin anything between the two of you even if it's just a dumb game and I don’t want to ruin our friendship with my dumb feelings even though I just blurted out every-“ you were stopped by a soft pair of plush lips,  and in the dark of the closet you saw Harry very very close to your face, his eyes closed and hands gently cupping your jaw.

You decided to just let yourself enjoy the next seven minutes and closed your eyes, pressing back ever so gently back into Harry…your brain reminded you that Harry was your first kiss and you smiled, helluva first kiss if you did say so yourself.

Harry pulled back slowly and you fluttered open your eyes, biting your lip as Harry gave you a soft smile “yeh wouldn’t be ruining anything between Uma an’ I, we both like yeh and actually” Harry let out a nervous chuckle “we were goin’ ta ask yeh ta’ join our relationship a couple months ago but…Uma left before we could tell yeh…we were planning ta ask yeh the weekend that ended up filled with all the beasty boy stuff…” Harry hoped that you wouldn’t reject Uma, he loved both of you and he didn’t want to have to lose one to keep the other.

“I…Uma-“ you leaned forward, burying your face in Harry's shoulder “I like Uma too” you whispered into his shoulder, squeaking as Harry picked you up by your thighs and pushed you against the wall, his hips pressing into yours.

Harry smiled at you, pressing another kiss to your lips “good, we can have fun when she gets back okay?”

You whimpered into the kiss, nodding as he pulled back “okay” The two of you spent the next seven minutes exchanging kisses and feeling the room heat up as Harry continued to press his hips into yours.

You were soon interrupted by Bonnie yelling through the door “Times up you two!” Harry groaned and set you back on your feet, letting you hang on to him as you balanced on wobbly legs.

Harry knocked on the door, Bonnie quickly unlocked it at that and swung it open, giving the two of you a smug grin before her shoulders dropped

“oh come on it's like you didn’t do anything!” Harry rose his brow; he had bitten your neck and dry-humped you did it really seem like he did nothing? He turned to look at you, raising his brow as he realized you had quickly fixed yourself up and the only evidence to your heated time in the closet was your heated cheeks. “All right come on, Zhao’s on a dare right now and Gabe drank a shot”

You and Harry glanced at each other then back at the crew, walking out of the closet and taking your previous seats next to each other, Harry's arm now resting behind your back.

Things changed after that, the small conversations at night turned intimate, faces always close together and bodies touching, breath mingling, and Harry's lips pressing against your lips or neck every so often. Practicing knots went from sitting across from each other with Harry instructing you to you and Harry sitting so close your knees touched the inside of his thighs, his hands ever so gently guiding your fingers through the motions and his voice soft.

He started to pull you away at random moments to a hidden corner and curl himself around you, pressing his lips to yours with the others oblivious to your recent activities.

The two of you hadn't gotten to resume your session from the closet, leaving you frustrated and needy. You honestly just wanted Harry to ravish you until the sun came up.

What you didn’t know was that Harry was feeling the same way, frustration building in his body every time he looked at you, eyes burning into your lips and body, just wanting to drag you to his room and show you a whole new world. He thought of you every night, almost stomping to your room and taking you but holding himself back.

It was just getting too much for both of you, so one night, when Harry knew neither of you had anything to do the next day, snuck to your room and knocked gently on your door, not wanting any of the crew to hear knowing you wouldn’t want everyone to know your business.

“Harry?” you whispered, looking around the dark halls of the ship as Harry stared down at your lips, your body barely covered with only a loose shirt and some sweat pants “what's wrong? It's like, 2 am?” Harry leaned in and pressed his lips to yours passionately, curling his hands around your face and humming into it as you pressed back needingly.

He pulled back, just enough for your breath to mingle “darling” he purred, enjoying the way you squirmed at the tone of his voice “do yeh want to continue our little session from the closet?” he grinned as your eyes went wide and you nodded erratically. He pressed a quick kiss to your lips and grabbed your hand, pulling you out of your room and closing the door, the two of you sneaking back to his room.

That night was filled with heated kisses, whispered confessions, and bruised hips.

Everything changed again after that, the soft hidden kissed behind corners turned to heated make-outs, you still had soft kisses but more often than not it was passionate. You slept in Harry's room more often than not, not to have sex but simply because you liked being with him and him you. Your midnight talks being shoulder to shoulder turned to you being engulfed in Harry's arms and sitting between his legs as you talked about whatever you wanted. The practice tiring ropes became teasing, Harry sneaking kisses whenever he could

Harry went deeper into himself, and you learned almost everything from his favorite drink to his deepest fear, and he told you about Uma as well, letting you get to know her through another and you fell for both Uma and Harry more each day.

And you told him what you could, from your favorite color to your most embarrassing moment, it was…bliss, well as blissful a relationship could be on the isle.

About a year after the two of you got together, you watched as Harry and Gil dove through the barrier just as it was closing after the core four and Celia, messing with your bracelet nervously as you watched Gil and Harry fight with Carlos and Jay. Harry forced a blue gem out of Mal's hand and it soared over the water, Mal letting out a small scream before a turquoise tentacle reached up and caught it.

Your breath caught and you let a grin grow on your face “Uma” you whispered out, bouncing on your feet as Uma rose out the water, looking even more beautiful than the last time you saw her. Harry looked directly at you, the same feeling you had at seeing Uma swimming in his eyes.

Uma was back.

After Uma submerged into the water and sent a tunnel of water up and splashing the vks, she reappeared on the other side of the bridge, holding up the glowing gem Mal had been holding.

A few minutes of negotiating later, with Mal being stubborn as always, the vks were off to do whatever they were off to do, you didn’t know, the most you had heard was Mals muffled scream of ‘no’

Uma suddenly glanced back, her eyes sparkling with excitement as she looked at you. You gave her a grin and waved back, you guessed Harry had told her about the two of you and you hoped to hades that you would see them again and be able to kiss Uma finally.

-

Only a day later, in the early morning, Harry and Uma stepped into his room, Harry gesturing to his bed where you were sleeping curled up in one of his shirts and his blankets.

“aw,” Uma cooed, walking over to you and caressing your cheek, flinching back as your eyes snapped open and you sat up, a bright grin growing on your face as your vision refocused and you saw Uma.

“Uma~!” you squealed, launching yourself at her and tossing the two of you onto the ground, Uma chucking underneath you as her head was pinned to your shoulder. “you’re back!”

Harry smiled as you and Uma hugged on the floor “so Harry tells me you like both of us? And want to be with both of us?” Uma asked, sitting up with you in her lap.

Your face burned slightly but you nodded, smiling as Uma cupped your cheeks “good, but just so you know I will always choose sea ponies over both of you” you and Harry burst into laughter, a smile growing on Uma’s lips as she watched two of her three favorite people laugh.

“Harry already told me that part of the contract” you teased, leaning in and pecking Uma’s cheek, snickering as she froze and stared at you “what? I can’t kiss my girlfriend~?”

Harry chuckled and kneeled next to you and Uma, wrapping his arms around you and whispering in your ears “I think Uma’s bed is a bit better to fit all three of us eh?” you grinned, Uma’s face burning as she saw Harry wiggle his brows.

“I leave a virgin first mate and a shy oblivious crew member and come back to two horndogs…Christ remind me to never leave yall alone again”

“noted” you and Harry sang in unison, Uma laughing at it and shaking her head.

“Alright come on, let's go to my room.” you and Harry grinned, your arm going around Uma’s and grabbing onto her hand as Harry tossed his arm around her shoulder and the three of you walked into Uma’s room.

To which Uma was very VERY glad her room was soundproofed a long time ago.

-end-

side note with the smut, this was 50 pages and 15,676 words, without the smut its 32 pages and 9943 words which is still a lot but woza, like, 16 pages of the fic was dedicated to smut XD 

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[hockeyforthefirsttime]

Speechless- Nolan Patrick

AN: Is the ending literal trash? yes, do i care at this point? also yes, but not enough

Word count: just over 3k

TW: none that I can think of, but let me know if i need to tag something:)

i

Nolan is definitely bored at the bar. He is out and supposed to be celebrating a win, but third wheeling with Tavis and Karly, simply is not fun. Not that it ever has been, but as he watches them laugh at each other on the dance floor.. well he takes a deep sigh and an even deeper swig of his beer. Some of the team is gathered around the bar ordering another round of drinks, and as he is scanning the crowd a woman walks in front of him, making him look up at her. 

And stop dead in his thoughts. 

She is wearing jeans that cling to her curves just right, a deep magenta top that seems to wrap around her stomach, before it reveals a little more than he can handle, and he looks up at her and sees the ghost of a smile on her lips. She isn’t looking at him though. She seems to be looking into the crowded dance floor, and Nolan desperately wants to know who she is looking for. 

In any other situation like this, he would have swept her off of her feet and wouldn’t have put her down until they’d reach his bed. But her obliviousness to him has knocked him off balance it seems. 

“Hey Patty, me and Karly are gonna head home. Want a ride?” 

Travis comes up to Nolan, Karly in tow and the mysterious girl moves with a quiet sorry and a fleeting smile. Nolan can feel his eyes drift after her before he meets Travis’ eyes, which are brimming with amusement. 

“Nah, I’m good.” 

He answers, and Travis bursts out laughing. 

“What, so you can sit here and stare like some kind of creep the rest of the night?” 

Nolan sees Karly gently shoving on Travis, also having noticed Nolans lingering gaze. 

“As opposed to going home in the same car as you two rabbits? No thank you.” 

Travis and Karly bid their goodbyes as the rest of the team and their significant others appear back at the table. Nobody seems to take notice of the Nolans distantness though, pinning it down as just his Philly personality. Nobody really sees him staring at this girl dancing in vans and a pink top. 

As the song ends he watches her go up to the bar, so in normal Nolan fashion he gets up and heads in that direction. He takes a look down at his watch and in a second, a split fucking second, she is gone. 

ii

He’s so fucking tired. The game last night had been decent. They’d won in overtime and Nolan had the assist, yet he keeps going over the chances he had and the chances he missed making in his head. Driving to the rink is dreary but even more so than usual. It’s not until he stops at a red light that he wakes up. He’s supporting his head on his left arm and looking out the passenger seat window. His eyes widen when he sees who is in the beaten up truck next to him. 

The girl from the bar three weeks ago. She has her hair down her shoulders and is looking at him through her own window. When she catches his eyes, she gives him a wink. As if she recognizes him. And if this was anyone else he might have given her a half smile, or even a wink back. But no. He can feel his cheeks heating up and getting rosy. God how he wishes he could be as confident as he usually is. The girl in the other car seems to be laughing a little, a smile on her lips. Nolan swears she starts slipping away from view, and in that second he remembers. He’s at a fucking red light. Except it isn’t red anymore, made obvious by the boisterous truck behind him, basically laying on his horn. 

Quickly he presses his foot down on the gas pedal and looks for the beaten up truck, which is nowhere to be seen. 

iii

It’s still winter and Nolan for some reason unknown to him decides to take a walk in the park not far from his apartment. He blames it on his restlessness, which stems from sitting inside the entire weekend. It’s nearing Christmas time and the main section of the park is covered in fairy lights and christmas decorations. There’s even a stand that sells hot chocolate. 

He buys a cup, puts in his earbuds and starts walking. It is nice out, he decides, with all the people out enjoying the snow on the ground. There are even some kids out rolling big snowballs, which turn into snow men and women. He feels a sudden wave of content roll over him. And a smile subconsciously finds its way onto his lips.

Nolan walks a little further, and doesn’t really stop, until a ball of golden fur is at his feet, almost making him trip. The wagging tail is making the entire body of the dog move and he catches himself smiling and taking out one of the earbuds. Immediately he hears the voice of a girl shouting. 

“Akira!”

The dog at his feet, looks around eagerly as her owner sprints up to him. And Nolan can hardly believe his luck. It is the bar girl. 

“I’m so sorry, she usually doesn’t run off like that.” 

And judging by her attire she is out for a jog, which would explain how out of breath she is. Quickly she pulls a leash out of her pocket and hooks it onto Akira’s harness. 

“Oh there’s no worries.” 

Nolan manages to stutter out. He sees a little smirk on her lips and curses his reddening cheeks for being so obvious. He bends his head a little and scratches Akira behind her ears. The golden retriever leans into his touch and a soft chuckle escapes the girl standing in front of him. 

He is just about to ask the girl her name when a phone starts ringing. It’s hers. Quickly, from another pocket, she pulls out a phone and answers it. He watches with steady eyes as a frown starts to grow on her face. 

“Fuck, okay yeah, I’ll be home in a few.” 

She hangs up the phone and pockets it, before she turns to look at him again. With a wink she turns around and Akira follows. 

“See you around Shy Guy!”

And just like that she’s gone. His chocolate is no longer hot, so he tracks back to his apartment, with discouragement sitting in his chest like a rock.

iiii

The Starbucks is so full, the line goes through the door and that’s the reason why Nolan doesn’t even consider entering it. He turns and treks back a block until he sees this quaint little cafe he’s never really noticed. Which is no surprise, because it seems to be mostly inhabited by students. With the amount of computers and books up at the cafe tables and its location closer to UPenn it should come as no surprise. 

And maybe he gets a little hopeful that the bar girl will be there, so despite his logical mind, he enters through the glass doors and goes straight to the counter. The boy has to be around his own age, but a fair bit skinnier and with glasses on. It makes him look a bit too young in Nolan's eyes, but it doesn’t really matter. 

“Hey, what can I get you today?” 

The young boy asks as he wipes down the counter. 

“Ehh, just a large black coffee, please.” 

Nolan says and pulls out his wallet. He doesn’t completely register the bell over the door ringing, not until the gust of cold air washes over him. Instinctively he turns and spots a smaller frame entering the cafe. A hoodie over their head and a black jacket, lightly dusted with quickly melting snow.  And a pair of beaten up, black vans on their feet. His hopes rise, and yet again he is rewarded with the presence of the bar girl. She shakes out her hair a little as she pulls the hood off of her head. Nolan could swear his heart stopped right there. The evening sun shines through the window, making her hair appear as a halo around her. 

She hasn’t noticed him yet. So he turns and tries to calm his blush. The guy behind the counter has begun making his coffee so he doesn’t really know what to do. The bar girl comes up behind him. He can tell by the way the barista nods at her with a smile. 

“Hey Dylan, how are you today?” 

And Nolan is instantly a bit jealous of this Dylan, who gets to hear his name falling from her lips. 

“I’m good Rory, thanks, how are you?” 

Dylan answers, and it feels like his heart is in his throat. Her name is Rory? It suits her. 

“Could be better to be honest, this paper on existence due next week is really kicking my ass.” 

She answers as she comes closer, and Nolan moves further up the counter to give them room. 

“Tell me about it, you want the usual?” 

She nods and slings her backpack off one shoulder to unzip a pocket, and pulls out a card. Dylan finishes Nolan's order and places it on the corner of the counter. Nolan can feel his chance slip through his fingers and begins to panic a little. 

Until he spots a pen on the counter near his cup. Quickly he grabs it and scribbles his name and number on the cup. And he couldn’t have cued it better for AV to call him. He puts the cup down again and picks up the call. 

“Nolan, have you looked over the videos yet?”

Alain, straight to the point as usual. 

“Yeah, saw them yesterday, and I have some ideas in mind for me to improve.” 

He speaks into the phone, while he puts a hand on the back of his neck. 

“Good good, I will see you tomorrow then?” 

“Yes, sir. Bright and early.” 

And then they hang up. He sees that another cup has appeared beside his. He throws a quick glance at Rory, who is still talking to the barista,  and turns his cup the other way so the writing isn’t visible and grabs her cup. Then, he nods a goodbye to Dylan and exits the door. 

He’s almost half a block away when his phone rings. He hasn’t drunk out of the cup, but it smells a little sweet and enticing. He looks at the phone and sees an unknown number. He lets it ring twice more before answering.

“Hey, this is Nolan?” 

He tries to sound nonchalant. 

“Hey, Shy guy. This is Rory. You didn’t by any chance grab my coffee on the way out?” 

Despite the fact that he doesn’t actually know her, he swears he can hear a smile over the phone. And he is a little bit shocked by the nickname. 

“Oh, so this is who it belongs to?”

She lets out a little chuckle, before she answers. 

“Yeah, mind returning it?” 

He smiles at the laugh. 

+1

Nolan is different, not that he will admit it, but the team can tell. He seems to be more patient, more focused on practicing drills and getting them right, and also for some reason, more ready for practice to be over. At first it’s a subtle change, but after a while and two games where he plays over all very well, it seems to be more than just determination. It seems like he wants to impress someone. 

At first they shake it as him wanting to prove himself to.. well everyone. But one day when Oskar asks him who he is texting so frequently, Nolan can feel his cheeks and ears tint even more than usual. Damn her and the effect she has on him. He tries to play it cool with a casual shrug, but half the locker room seems to burst out laughing. Quickly he puts his phone in his pocket and heads for the door. 

“Have a good weekend guys!” 

He calls out behind him out of habit, as it is a weekend without games and he is taking a short trip home. Various chirps get called out behind him, but Teeks seems to be the loudest one. 

“Don’t do anything I wouldn’t do!” 

And all hell breaks loose as they all start on chirping Travis about how he can do anything then. With a fond smile, Nolan heads for his car, where he has a pre- packed bag as well as his passport and a carryon. 

He parks his car in the airport parking lot and he swears, there is something familiar about the truck beside his car. He shoves it to the back of his mind and starts crossing to the terminal. He’s late tho, and only half an hour to get on his flight, so as he anxiously stands in line for check in he pulls up his phone and sees a new text from Rory.

Hey, I’ll be gone for a couple of hours, text when I can:)

It was sent five minutes ago, and he groans a little at the fact that he has to wait faster, very bored. Finally he has checked in his bag and been cleared to enter the airport all the way to his flight. 

In a half jog, half sprint he manages to make it just shy of ten minutes before the gate closes. He pulls his cap further down on his head and puts his ticket and passport on the desk. The hostess scowls at him but lets him enter the already boarded plane. 

The smell of too many people and bad flight food smacks him in the face as he enters the plane with another nod to a different flight hostess. 

34B seems too far away, but he bites his tongue and keeps walking. He looks at the bald man in 34C and the hooded figure in 34A. He swears, there is something familiar about this too but his mind is a little fuzzy and he can’t quite place it. 

“Scuse me.” 

He mumbles to the man and he politely moves so Nolan can find his seat. The girl in the seat next to the window turns and looks at him, and finally it seems that he has steady ground under his feet. 

“Well, seems like I won’t text you in a couple of hours then.” 

Rory smiles at him. And he smiles back. 

“Nope you’re stuck with me for the next five and a half hours.” 

He teases and plops down in his seat. 

“What the fuck are you going to Winnipeg for though?” 

Nolan asks as he fastens his seatbelt and ignores the security instructions completely. 

“Oh I haven’t told you? My family lives there.” 

He feels flabbergasted, how in the living hell has he forgotten to ask? He always assumed she was from Philly.

“Why are you going there anyway?” 

Rory asks, but he sees the twinkle in her eyes, she’s just joking with him.

“I’m visiting my girlfriend.” 

He decides to reply dead serious. And the twinkle in her eyes disappears, a frown begins to form between her eyebrows and he instantly feels a little bad. 

“I’m- sorry, that was a really bad joke.” 

This time it seems, it’s her turn to get embarrassed. Neither of them get time to think it over though, because the plane starts accelerating and her hand immediately lands on his. He sees her jaw tense and feels her hand tighten around his knuckles. Nolan doesn’t want to comment on it though, and just lets her hold on. 

As they lift off the tarmac her hand slowly starts easing up and when they level out in the air, she seems to have realised that she’s holding his hand. Quickly she lets go, and Nolan already misses it. 

“Sorry about that, I get a little nervous about the take off.” 

She seems a little nervous to admit it, but he asks anyway. 

“How come?” 

“Oh, ever heard of the irresistible force paradox?” 

He shakes his head no, and that launches her into an explanation of what happens when an unstoppable force meets an immovable object. It’s obvious she loves theories like this, with the way she talks and moves her hands. 

“- which stems from both a chinese and a roman legend. The roman is about Zeus and how he fixed the Teumessian fox, who can never be caught, and the hound Laelaps who never misses what he hunts to the sky in constellations.” 

She stops, and Nolan really wishes she wouldn’t. Her voice is so calming yet enchanting at the same time, he could listen and learn every day for forever. 

“But wouldn’t that mean that the fox wins? because it never gets caught?” 

He questiones. 

“Exactly! I’ve been thinking about it for days now.” 

And the plane ride goes on like that, until Rory has heard of most of the flyers and Nolan knows the name of almost all her professors. It’s closer to night time when she starts to slur her words, because of tiredness. She ends up with her head on his shoulder and his hair a little bit in her face. But the weight of his head leaning against hers is priceless.  

Nolan wakes up a little bit before her and sees that they’re landing soon. So he shakes Rory awake with a promise of a date in the morning. Since they don’t live too far away from each other. And she agrees. 

They step off the plane together, collect their luggage together, Nolan’s arm slung around Rory’s shoulder, and hug each other so long, before departing to their own separate families. 

“Hey, see you tomorrow shy guy!” 

She winks at him, rendering him speechless in front of his family. His sister glances at him with a questioning look as she watches the other girl walk away. Usually few people render Nolan at a loss for words. 

[allthingsfangirl101]

Stop the Girl–Zac Efron

Zac's POV

When I got the text from Y/N asking me to come over, my nerves spiked and they didn't calm down until I pulled up to her apartment. I texted her and tried to get her to tell me what was wrong, but she said she'd rather talk to me in person.

I parked my car next to her's and walked to her front door as quickly as I could without sprinting. I knocked on the door, nervously bouncing on my heels. The second she opened the door, I let out a sigh of relief.

"Hey," I sighed. "Everything okay?"

"Yeah," she said, her voice low. "Come in."

Before she could walk away, I grabbed her hand and intertwined our fingers. She smiled softly as she led me inside. We sat on the couch, neither one of us breaking the silence. I waited patiently for her to open up.

"I have to tell you something," Y/N said, playing with her fingers and avoiding my eyes.

"Y/N," I said, finally making her look at me. "I'm your best friend. You can tell me anything. You know that."

"I'm moving back home," she blurted out. My heart jumped into my throat at the idea of Y/N and I not being in the same city.

"Wait, what?" I scoffed in disbelief. "Y/N, why would you move back home? We've talked about moving to LA since we were kids."

"I know," she stuttered. "It's just things haven't really gone the way we thought. Well, they have for you but. . ."

"I told you," I tried to laugh, "these things take time. Soon, a publisher is going to read your book and love it!"

"You said that six years ago," she said, looking away from me.

"Y/N," I sighed.

"I've made up my mind," she cut me off. "I'm going to move back in with my mom."

"What are you going to do?"

"Well, my mom's been struggling with the store," she said, her voice getting softer with each word. "So I figured I'd go home and help her."

"You can't," I stuttered.

"Zac, I don't have a choice."

"Yes, you do!" I yelled, jumping up. As much as I tried, I couldn't control my anger.

"Zac," she gasped.

"No!" I yelled. "You're giving up, Y/N. Things are getting hard and you're running. You always do this! You run and hide."

"Zac," she tried to interrupt me.

"You want to run back home? Fine," I scoffed. "Just don't expect me to stand by you."

I turned on my heels and angrily left her apartment. Right before I slammed the door shut behind me, I heard Y/N's voice break.

"I'm sorry, Zac."

                         * * * * *

"And you stormed out?"

After I got home, I called my brother and started angrily venting. While I yelled over the phone, he drove over. Ever since he got here, he's listened to me rant about Y/N leaving LA.

"What else was I supposed to do?" I scoffed.

"Zac," he sighed, not hiding his disappointment. "You shouldn't have left her like that."

"She's claiming that her mom's store is struggling and she's going home to help her keep it going."

"And you don't think that's true?" Dylan asked.

"I don't know," I sighed. "It sounded weird when she said it. It doesn't seem like she's telling me the truth. It almost. . It almost doesn't seem like that's the reason she's leaving."

"Okay," Dylan said, clearing his throat as he leaned forward and leaned his elbows on his knees. "Why do you think she's really leaving?"

"She's running away," I shrugged. "Like she always does when things don't go well."

"You really don't know what's going on with her," he said, sounding odd.

"No, I don't," I sighed. "But it's not like you do either though. Right?"

When he didn't answer me, I turned towards him. "Dylan," I said slowly. "Do you know why she's leaving?"

I waited for him to answer me, but he continued to hesitate. "Dylan," I said harsher. "What's going on with Y/N? Why is she leaving?"

"You're not this much of an oblivious asshole," Dylan scoffed, no longer holding back his anger.

"What?" I stuttered.

"Don't you know why she's leaving?"

"Obviously I don't!" I yelled.

"She's in love with you, dipshit!"

My heart jumped into my throat. "What?" I asked, my voice getting caught in my throat. "Is she really in love with me?"

"Of course," he sighed. "She's been in love with you just as long as you've been in love with her."

"But why would she leave?" I asked, still trying to wrap my head around the idea of her being in love with me.

"Well," he said, clearing his throat. "Maybe it's starting to get too painful for her. Being in love with someone who doesn't know is just as painful as being rejected. You should understand that better than anyone, Zac."

I cleared my throat and nervously looked away from his accusing tone and knowing look. When I looked back at him, he leaned his elbows on his knees and sighed.

"If you don't get your ass over there and tell her how you feel, you're going to lose her forever."

                         * * * * *

I let out a sigh of relief when I saw that Y/N's lights were still on. I got out of my car and fixed my shirt as I headed up her front steps. I hesitated before knocking on her door. As I waited for her to answer the door, I held my breath.

"Zac?" Y/N stuttered when she opened the door. "What are you doing here?"

"I'm stopping you," I shrugged.

"Zac," she sighed.

"I was wrong to yell at you, Y/N," I said, not letting her finish. "I'm sorry I stormed out. I got freaked out when you told me you were leaving. We haven't been apart in a long time and the idea of not seeing you every day scares me. Maybe you can help me understand why you're leaving."

"I told you," she stuttered. "My mom's store is having problems."

"Y/N," I said, lowering my voice. "Why are you leaving?"

She opened and closed her mouth, struggling to admit it to me. I took a step closer to her, waiting for her to open up. I reached over and grabbed her hands in mine, instantly intertwining our fingers.

"Why are you leaving?" I asked again as I leaned in, our faces inches apart.

Before she could answer, I pressed my lips to hers. I felt her suck in a breath when her lips touched mine. It took her a second before she started kissing me back. As our lips started moving in sync, I pulled her closer to my chest. She giggled into the kiss as she wrapped her arms around my neck.

I broke the kiss and slowly leaned back, staring into her eyes. I reached up and tucked a piece of hair behind her ear, my hand lingering.

"I know I should've told you this a long time ago," I whispered. "But I'm in love with you, Y/N. Completely, madly, totally, obsessively, in love with you, Y/N."

She took a shaky breath, tears in her eyes. She slowly reached up and grabbed my wrist. She pulled my hand away from her cheek, instantly intertwining our fingers together.

"I'm in love with you too, Zac," she whispered.

"Really?" I asked before I could stop myself.

"Completely, madly, totally, obsessively in love with you," she said with a small teasing smirk on her face as she repeated my words back to me.

I let out a relieved sigh as I grabbed her face again, roughly pressing my lips to hers. She instantly started kissing me back as a small moan escaped her lips.

"Don't leave," I said, breaking the kiss. "Please, Y/N. I had no idea I was hurting you, but that'll change. I swear. If you stay, then we'll see each other every day. And we'll start tonight! I'll take you on an amazing first date. Complete with a fancy restaurant with a private booth in the back room. I'll make sure the paparazzi don't overcrowd you and my fans take it easy on you. We don't even have to tell anyone about us."

I was out of breath as I stuttered to try and find more ways to make her stay. Y/N giggled as she tightened her arms around my neck, pulling me closer to her.

"I guess I don't have to go," she whispered, looking up at me. I pulled her closer and pressed my lips to hers. When I broke the kiss, I leaned our foreheads together.

"Stay with me, Y/N. Please," I begged. "I love you too much to let you go."

"And I love you too much to leave."

[bordeleaubeau]

someone like you - trevor zegras

chapter one wc: 6161

you keep your head down as you and your management team walk through the crowd of people that had gathered outside of the airport once word got out you were finally taking a break from the music industry. it wasn’t going to be very long - just the summer, so you had time to recoup and still spend your summer as an actual teenager. and without people watching and documenting your every single move.

“y/n, hurry up!” your manager, hope, yells, yanking roughly on your arm to keep you moving. because god forbid if you stopped for one second, you’d be trampled on the ground. 

but it’s hard. you’ve got girls of all ages -- eight to twenty-something -- yelling, trying to get your attention for a quick selfie or an autograph, even if it had to be on their arm. sometimes you felt awful, but sometimes you wished they would understand that you just needed a break. you were exhausted. you were physically and mentally drained.

you had been in the spotlight since you were twelve years old and one of your singing videos had gone viral. since then, you signed with a record label in los angeles, got an agent, headlined for taylor swift, and had your own tour. all before the age of seventeen. you weren’t sure how all of this happened but somehow it did. and while sometimes it got exhausting, like right now and all you want is to be in your own home in the arms of your mother, you wouldn’t change it for the world.

once you and your team get into the airport you’re finally able to let out a breath of relief. the sunglasses that had been covering your eyes, not just protecting them from the sun but also from the flash from the paparazzi cameras, were now sitting on top of your head.

“that’s the biggest crowd we’ve had in a while,” your fashion stylist, sabrina, grumbles as she straightens out her outfit. “it’s ridiculous. we announced the break yesterday, how did they know she was leaving today?”

“they want their last glance at her before she disappears, isn’t that right, kid?” hope nudges you and you give her a soft smile. she gives you a tight lipped smile. she was the first one to realize you were worn out and she was the one that had suggested you taking a break in the first place. “the paps just want to get their last bucks in before they can’t get any of her, that’s all.”

caitlyn glances down at her watch and grimaces, “alright, y/n/n. we’ve gotta get a move on. your jet is scheduled to leave in twenty minutes, let’s go.” 

you nod your head at your agent, turning to the members of your team that had come for your little send off. “thank you all, and i can’t stress it enough, for absolutely everything. you’ve all been here since i was fourteen and have stuck by me since then and you’ve all made me the girl i am today. but i need this break more than anything. no paparazzi. no screaming fans. no one asking me for autographs. back at home i’m just me. and i want to be just me again.”

you’re choking up by the end of your short speech, and before the tears can fall and can ruin the makeup kylie had spent nearly an hour perfecting you wipe them away. 

“oh sweetheart,” hope mumbles and quickly hugs you. “i love you honey, you know that. you’re the daughter i never had. i don’t want you to turn out like the rest of them, and we all know you need this more than anything.”

you nod against her shoulder, too afraid to speak and you to end up crying. so you quickly say your goodbyes to everyone before caitlyn has your arm linked in hers and she’s walking you towards where your plane was waiting for you. 

“are you sure you’re gonna be okay, y/n?” caitlyn asks quietly, glancing over at you. “it’s okay to tell me if you’re not, you know.”

you shrug. “i’m not sure yet. i’m absolutely exhausted. i haven’t been able to write a good song in months, or think straight, or have a single second to myself. i just don’t want to come back and everyone has forgotten about me by then.”

caitlyn stops you both in the middle of the terminal, her stepping out in front of you and placing her hands on your shoulders forcing you to look at her. “y/n l/n, no one is going to forget you. you’re america’s sweetheart! that one took the entire world by storm from her singing the national anthem at a patriots game. that headlined with her idol. the one that sold out madison square garden. honey, they couldn’t forget you even if they tried.”

you crack a smile. “thanks, cait. now let’s go, okay? i’ve got a puppy to pet. my little sisters and brother. my momma, travis. i’m excited. i’m ready to be a normal teenager.”

“there she is.”

__________________________

stepping off the shuttle bus in nantucket is like a breath of fresh air that’s enough to make you want to cry tears of joy. the ferry ride was calming, sitting and watching the waves rise and fall just like you had on the first day of summer and the last getting ready to go back to greenwich before fame struck. it was nostalgic, sitting on the ferry going back to the place you loved to call your home.

“y/n l/n is that you?” you could recognize that voice from anywhere. you turn on your heels quickly to see the curly blonde haired girl that was one of your best friends on the island.

“andie!” you shout, your eyes going wide. getting a few looks from people walking on the streets. but it wasn’t like they didn’t know who you were - you knew practically everyone on this island and they knew you. but to them? you were still the sweet little twelve year old girl you were when you left. 

andie and you both sprint towards each other, and when your bodies collide you wrap your arms around her waist, the two of you rocking back and forth as you feel the love bubble up in your chest. “god, i missed you so much, y/n/n. why didn’t you tell me you were coming home?” andie pulls away just enough to look at your face.

“it all happened quickly,” you explain. “hope suggested it to me after an incident. i’ll explain it over coffee at handlebar tomorrow morning, okay? i have to get home, my mom is expecting me any minute now and i can’t keep her waiting anymore, okay?”

andie nods, knowing the relationship you had with your loving mother. “got it. text me, y/n/n. but i’ll see you tomorrow.”

with one last hug you’re headed back into the direction of your summer beach house. you let your feet guide you to the house, a large white house with plenty of decks, windows, and sunlight. the house you spent every summer in up until you were twelve years old. since then, you had always been in california with the exception of your headline tour and your first personal tour. 

all of your belongings had been shipped here, and according to the text from your mother you were lucky that they had arrived earlier today. so the second you walked through that door? you were a normal teenager. that’s what everyone on the island thought of you as and that’s what your family always treated you as.

except you never even have to walk up to the front door. your mother is a step ahead of you - she throws the front door open and runs the few feet towards you to close the gap before her arms are thrown around you. “hi mama,” you laugh, wrapping your arms around her torso. 

“y/n, honey,” she pulls back, her hands cupping your cheeks before she gives you a sad smile. “how are you doing, sweetheart? hope kept me updated - i’m so sorry we weren’t able to make it out there it’s just that-”

“you just couldn’t get out there. i understand, mom. i know you were trying everything you could and it just wasn’t working.” your mother gives you a tight lipped smile, grateful that you had understood. 

“alright, hon. come in. mia has been going on and on about seeing you since we told them you were coming home.” your mother leads you back into the house, where travis, your step father, stood holding your three year old half sister, addie with a smile. mia, your other half sister, comes running from the living room.

“hey hon,” travis smiles, and he goes in for a hug, but before he can mia wraps her arms around you.

“y/n!” mia squeals, her feet alternating as she patters them against the floor in excitement. “i missed you. dylan missed you, too. but he won’t say that.”

you look over travis’ shoulder to see your only fully biological sibling, your eleven year old brother, dylan. he’s got a grimace on his face and his arms are crossed over your chest. to say the least, that was the expression you expected from him.

“dyl, are you gonna say hi to your sister?” your mother asks, and in response, dylan shakes his head before turning his back to you and marching up the stairs. your mother sighs, “i tried to get him to warm up to the idea of you coming home, y/n/n, but, i’m sure he’ll come around soon, alright? he’s got no choice.”

you nod, trying to mask your hurt with a smile. “okay, mia, your dad needs to hug me too you know,” you laugh, giving an apologetic smile to travis as mia was still latched to your legs. mia lets out an exaggerated sigh before she releases her hold and you get to walk forward to hug travis, addie still in his arms.

“hey kid,” travis smiles, wrapping his free arm around you. addie grimaces, turning her head away. “you’re holding up, right?”

you nod, “i am. i feel great, i feel fine, i feel perfect. there’s no need to worry about me okay? i’m right here,” you reassure him with a smile. “now, where’s the baked spaghetti i was promised?”

you spend the rest of the night spending it with your family - or your mother, travis, and mia for that matter as dylan seems to avoid you at every cost and addie got put down to bed. but you still wouldn’t trade that time for the world. you had an entire summer to make up for too many lost years with your family. 

the next morning you wake up feeling more energized than you had thought - it hadn’t even been twelve hours since you had gotten home and you were already feeling a million times better than you had when you were in california. but it was monday morning, you had slept in until 9am instead of your strict 7am wake up call, and you were feeling amazing. 

after a few minutes of scrolling aimlessly through your phone and responding to texts - one being from andie, saying something came up and she wouldn’t be able to make breakfast anymore - your stomach begins to growl and you decide to go and get breakfast. you push yourself out of your bed, taking a moment to enjoy the view from your bedroom window you never got sick of and you for sure missed, before you were heading downstairs. 

but you freeze in your tracks at the sight of a brunette boy in your kitchen, the refrigerator door wide open as he searches for something. you don’t know what to do. so you clear your throat, and immediately he’s turning to face you. 

“who the hell are you?” you ask, your eyes still wide. “and why are you in my house?” 

“your house?” the boy asks, looking puzzled. “oh so you’re - oh, okay. uh, i’m trevor. i babysit your brother and sister during the summer.” the brunette boy sticks his hand out for you to shake. “trevor. trevor zegras.”

you grab his hand. “y/n, y/n l/n.” you respond, letting your hand fall right back to your side. “uh, how long have you been babysitting addie and dylan?”

trevor shrugs, leaning back on the island in the kitchen while taking a sip from his water bottle. “probably like four, five years now? they love me, not to brag or anything.” trevor flashes you a teasing smile and you can’t help but to roll your eyes playfully at him.

“yeah, makes sense. i’ve lived in california for the past five years with my aunt, so.” now it’s your turn to shrug your shoulders. “uh, if you have the kids, do you mind if i go upstairs?” 

trevor shakes his head, “not at all. your parents wanted you to have it easy when you got home and i’m supposed to help with that. just let me know if you need anything, okay?”

you give him a weird look, already assuming he may have known a bit more information than what you would have liked. “yeah, i will. thanks trevor.”

you offer trevor a sweet smile and he gives you a head nod before you turn around and head back up to your bedroom without getting the glass of water you came down for. with a sigh, your eyes fall on the white acoustic guitar that was sitting on a stand in the corner of your room. you have a mental debate with yourself before you finally huff out a sigh and walk over, grabbing it by the neck and grabbing the leather journal that was on your nightstand. you grab the pen from the cup on your vanity and sit down on the plush bean bag in the corner of your room.

“okay, you can do this,” you mumble to yourself, your fingers fumbling around on the fretboard before you finally strum out an e minor chord. it had been nearly a month and a half since you had even looked at your guitar, and the last thing you expected to do in the first few weeks you were in nantucket was to attempt to song write.

you try to strum out a quick melody, and once you deem it somewhat decent, you flip through the pages of your song book, flipping past all of the songs you started but never finished to a fresh new page. you jot down the few chords and attempt to continue. but just like the past few months, you hit another wall.

“ugh!” you groan dramatically and fall back onto the fuzz of the bean bag chair. you run your hands over your face, letting out a sigh. “what is wrong with me, what is wrong with me, what is wrong with me!”

you lay like that for a few more moments until you feel your phone ding from your nightstand. you let out another heavy sigh before pushing yourself up and grabbing your phone off your bed.

-

hope wilson: Hey kiddo just checking in on how things were going at home. Staying hydrated? Well rested? Love you.

y/n: just woke up from a nap, i’ve been up since like 6 this morning. but yes i’ve been drinking tons of water and i’ve already pulled out my book to try and write. nothing. i love you too hope, i miss you already

hope wilson: What did I tell you Y/n M/n L/n? I thought I forbid you from songwriting for at least a month. You’re supposed to be relaxing. I’ll send someone to check up on you if I have to. 

y/n: i just wanted to see if i could get anything out! the answer is no. i can’t. also, there’s a boy here, his name is trevor, and apparently he babysits my siblings over the summers and he’s still around so i’m not stressed out trying to watch the kids while my parents are working

hope wilson: Well keep your head up please honey. Let me know if you need anything, anything at all. Love you.

y/n: i’ll update you later tonight. love you more

-

you’re about to lock your phone when instead, the door to your bedroom flies open and in comes barreling your five year old little sister. “y/n/n!” she giggles, her arms out wide as she belly flops onto your bed, a complete giggly mess. 

“mia,” you hear trevor grumble and he’s then standing in the doorway of your room, frozen in his tracks unsure if he could come in. “i’m sorry, y/n. she heard when you came downstairs and i tried to make her stay but she came running up.”

“it’s okay, really trevor,” you reassure and flash him a smile, gesturing for him to come into your room. your hands then go underneath mia’s arms to lift her onto your lap. “what are you up to, pretty girl?”

mia giggles, her head pressing into your chest before she looks up at you. “can we play? pwease?” she opens her eyes wide and juts her bottom lip out, and there’s absolutely no way that you can say no to that face.

“mia, y/n needs to rest. she had a long day yesterday and i’m sure she’s exhausted,” trevor looks up at you, waiting for your agreement that never came. 

“no trevor, it’s okay. i don’t mind. i want to spend time with her, and addie, and dylan. i’ve maybe seen addie three times. mia probably a dozen. you don’t have to worry about it, really,” you try to reassure trevor, but a part of him still seems to be apprehensive.

“it’s just -” trevor cuts himself off with a sigh. “your parents just want you to not have to worry this summer and i promised them i’d make sure the kids were off your back.”

you smile, standing up from your bed and picking up mia as you did so. “i promise, it’s okay and it’s not bothersome whatsoever, now let's go downstairs, right pretty girl?”

in response mia just giggles, her head resting on your shoulder as she starts to talk some nonsense into your ear that she might just be saying to trevor. trevor follows the two of you out of your room, closing your bedroom door behind you. you walk downstairs, and there at the bottom of the steps addie stands, a puppy dog look on her face.

“trevy!” she cries out to the best of her ability, the pacifier in her mouth making her mumble some of her words. you look over your shoulder at the brunette boy who has a sheepish smile on his face.

“trevy?” you half-smirk to yourself at him. trevor shrugs. “that’s cute.”

“trevy, uppy, uppy,” the toddler continues to chant, her arms raised waiting for trevor to pick her up, her baby blanket clutched in her tiny fist. once trevor reaches the bottom of the steps he scoops her up and sets her on his hip, his arm wrapped around her securing her in her place. 

“where’s dylan?” you ask, peering around the corner to the kitchen where the eleven year old was nowhere in sight. 

“probably annoyed at me that i left him in the middle of our chel game,” trevor mumbles, starting to b-line his way to the living room like he owns the place, but you stop in your tracks.

your eyebrows furrow as you place mia onto her own feet, “your what?”

“our chel game.” he answers like it’s nothing, and you’re left to follow him into your living room where sure enough the brunette boy is sitting fumbling with the ps4 controller in his hand. 

“it’s about time,” dylan shoots trevor a glare, but trevor smiles instead of making a face back at him. “i was ready to start the game and keep scoring on you. we both know you’re not that good anyway.”

trevor looks taken aback at the comment from your little brother, and it looks like it takes him a few seconds to recover from that blow. “well uh, wow. okay dyl. i see how it is,” trevor mumbles as he sits down on the couch placing addie in his lap, wrapping his arms around the toddler and about to grab the controller before dylan stops him once more.

“i want ice cream,” dylan announces, placing his controller on the coffee table. “can we go get ice cream, trevor?”

“um,” trevor mumbles, looking over at you. “i don’t know, dyl. maybe tomorrow?” he suggests.

dylan’s eyebrows furrow in, and he crosses his arms over his chest as he glares at trevor. “why not?” he whines.

in trevor’s lap, addie’s head tilts to the side. “trevy doesn’t like ice cweam!” she exclaims, a small giggle leaving her lips. your mouth drops open. 

“what? no way, we’re going now. let’s go,” you announce, causing dylan to cheer. trevor huffs, but nonetheless he still gets up from his seat and he picks addie up. you walk over to the wall hook and grab you floral lanyard that had your wallet attached to it. “what are you waiting for, trevor?”

trevor shakes his head with a smile, and with his free hand he sticks his hand out for mia to grab. she silently follows along with trevor, and dylan is already three feet out the door ahead of you all. 

“it’s too gorgeous of a day for you two to be playing video games all day inside. plus i haven’t been here in forever and i’ve been dying to go to jack and charlie’s for forever,” you can’t help but grin. going to jack and charlie’s had to of been one of your favorite memories growing up. you went at least two times a week whenever you were staying at the beach house and you’d always walk there with your mom, travis, and dylan.

“can���t say i don’t disagree with you, y/n/n,” trevor smiles over at you and he grabs the sunglasses that were tucked into the collar of his t-shirt to put them over his eyes. he sets addie down onto the concrete on her own two feet but holds her right hand leaving you to hold your hand out for her to take yours. at first, she’s hesitant, but addie reaches up and grabs your hand with a giggle. 

mia and dylan are walking just ahead of the two of you only by a few feet. “so, how old are you, trevor?” you ask, glancing over at him and his gaze is set forward. 

“eighteen. what about you?” now it’s his turn to look over at you, and you’re trying to keep your gaze set forward, biting your cheek to stop yourself from smiling.

“seventeen.” you answered simply. the two of you then fall into a comfortable silence walking towards the cute beach shack that was jack and charlie’s. mia is skipping happily, dylan is walking in silence, and addie is swinging whenever you and trevor lift your arms.

“trevy,” addie then begins to whine and she drops your hand, frozen in her spot. “uppy, uppy pwease, trevy.”

trevor lets out a sigh before leaning down and picking addie up once more. “she hates walking, i swear. every time we go for a walk, minutes in i end up holding her. but i guess i’m not complaining.” 

“i wouldn’t complain if i were you, trevor,” you say, crossing your arms over your chest. your eyes land on your little brother. “hey dyl, how’s hockey going? still a goalie, right?”

dylan tosses you a look over his shoulder, one of pure disgust as his nose scrunches up creating creases in his forehead. “no. i’m a forward now, like trevor.” 

you see trevor smile softly out of the corner of your eye and it’s taking everything in you not to have a smart-ass remark at your younger brother. “oh yeah?” you ask, voice raising a few octaves. “i didn’t know you played hockey, trevor.” 

“well there’s a lot of things you don’t know about me, y/n,” trevor chuckles. “i’m going to boston college this fall and playing with them.”

“so you’ve got to be really good, right? you committed?” trevor nods. 

“he committed when he was sixteen!” dylan pipes up, and it seems like for the first time of the day there’s a smile on his face. “i’m gonna be like trevor. i wanna commit at sixteen, too.” 

you laugh, not at dylan, but at the fact he had dreams that big. “buddy, you’re eleven. you only have five years.”

and just like that, the smile on his face is gone again. “yeah well, i’ve gotten really good. you’d know that if you were here. but you’re not.” he shoots at you, and immediately you’re recoiling and trying to pretend that that wasn’t a jab straight to the heart. 

trevor notices your immediate change in demeanor. “hey, dylan that wasn’t nice. your sister can’t help it if she’s busy, just like when i’m busy and can’t go to your games.”

“you go to his games?” your voice cracks, but you cover it up quickly with a cough. “i mean, that’s really cool. thank you trevor.”

trevor shrugs, “i try to. for the past two years i’ve spent the year playing up in michigan, but when i come home i try to go to a game or two.” 

you nod slightly as the five of you walk right into the ice cream parlor. mia squeals, running right up to the glass that covers the ice cream. “trevy look! they have wocky woad!” she giggles, and addie claps her hands not full understanding, but acting like she did. 

“what are you gonna get, bud?” you ask, placing your hand on dylan’s back, but he shrugs it off and walks up to the glass like mia had. 

“y/n-” trevor begins, but you quickly cut him off. 

“it’s okay, trevor,” you sigh, scanning the chalkboard for the specials of the day and all the different options you could choose from. you inhale a deep breath before looking over at him. “what do you think you’re gonna get?”

“no, i think i’m good. hockey diet, you know? i normally try to stay away from this stuff,” you can’t help but pout at him. 

“you’re no fun, you know that? live a little, trev,” you crack a smile, nudging your elbow into his side but careful to not hit addie. “what about you, addie girl? what do you want babes?” 

addie makes a disapproving noise. “we usually end up getting her a baby sized chocolate,” trevor explains for the three year old. “and it looks like those two are already ready to order.”

you let out a sigh seeing mia and dylan already telling their order to the cashier working the register. dylan then turns to look over at the two of you. 

“i’ll just have two scoops of nutella chocolate, please,” you request followed by a sweet smile. then you turn to trevor. “last chance, trevor. and it’s on me.”

trevor goes to open his mouth, but the blonde haired three year old in his arms speaks for him. “wocky woad!” she recites from earlier, followed by a clap of her hands. “wocky road, wocky woad!”

you smile, your eyes going from addie to trevor’s blushing cheeks before going back to the cashier. “and two scoops of rocky road, and then chocolate in a baby cup.” the cashier nods and he turns around to start grabbing cups and cones.

“well i guess i’m eating ice cream now,” trevor chuckles as he adjusts addie in his arms. she then starts to play with the fabric of his shirt and babbling about something.

“yes you are,” you grin and trevor tries to give you a deceiving look, but it doesn’t seem to work on him. “oh come on, trevor. it’s not that big of a deal, it won’t kill you to eat it once.”

“it might. you never know, y/n.” you playfully roll your eyes at trevor and his ridiculousness. “i’m joking, i’m joking. i’ll just have to work out a bit more this week.”

“like these three aren’t enough exercise for you?” you ask, looking over at trevor. at this point addie has both of her hands on trevor’s cheeks, her mouth dropped open in an ‘o’, a fascinated look on her face like she was mesmerized.

“addie girl, what are you-?” trevor starts to ask as he tries  to pull his face away from her hands. 

“shh, trevy,” addie scolds, her hands pressing into his cheeks and squishing them together. you start laughing at the look on trevor’s face, and soon he’s laughing along with you and addie continues giggling like always. 

you shake your head with a smile at the two of them. addie pulls her hands away from trevor’s face and wraps her arms around his neck, nuzzling her head into his neck. the cashier comes back with all five orders of your ice cream. you see trevor dig into his pocket for his wallet, but you beat him in opening yours and handing the cashier your card. 

“y/n, you-”

you cut him off, “yes i did, trev. it’s not that big of a deal, i promise. this is the least i can do for you trust me.”

trevor lets out a sigh. mia and dylan grab their cups of ice cream and you pass trevor his and then addie’s. you grab a few napkins and stuff them in the pocket of your shorts since you’re a hundred and ten percent positive that one of the kids will end up with ice cream all over their face. 

“what do you guys wanna do now?” you ask, taking a spoonful of your ice cream and bringing it to your lips as the five of you walk out of the ice cream parlor. 

mia gasps, “can we go to the beach? we don’t have to go swimming because it’s late but i just wanna go.” she pleads, looking up at you and then looking at trevor.

“i don’t see why not,” you say and besides you trevor agrees. then you all are walking in the direction of jetties beach, addie stumbling besides you and trevor as she walks eating her ice cream. 

the walk doesn’t take all that long, and before you know it you’re about to walk onto the boardwalk that leads to the stand. you slip your sandals off and you hold them in your hand, but trevor holds his hand out to take them.

“trevor, you don’t have to. i’m capable of holding my own shoes,” you laugh, slowly handing your sandals to the brown haired boy. “thank you.”

trevor also helps addie take off her small flip flops and he holds them as well along with his own sandals. mia and dylan are already long gone, the two of them bolting down the walkway and towards the water. you, trevor, and of course addie find a suitable spot that you can sit and watch your two siblings and you sit down on the sand. addie climbs right into trevor’s lap and continues to eat her ice cream.

your gaze lands on mia and dylan who are splashing each other with their feet down in the ocean. you can’t help but smile, even if dylan seemed to think you were the worst person in the world, and mia barely remembered who you were.

“y/n,” trevor mumbles, and you turn to look at him, the slight breeze blowing your hair back ever so slightly. “i’m sorry. i hope you’re okay that i’m so close to them.”

you shake your head, “trevor, it’s okay, if anything, i’m glad that they have someone like you in their lives. someone that’ll go to their games, and hang out with them and do all the sibling things i miss out on all the time. i just - thank you.”

“it’s no problem y/n, i promise you that. i love spending time with them, my sisters don’t like being around me like yours do. and addie? god, she’s adorable. i’m her own personal jungle gym it feels like.” 

you laugh, catching addie’s attention and she starts giggling because she doesn’t know any better. “yeah, that’s how it seems to be. i wish i could be in her life more, i don’t even think she realizes i’m her sister. even if i’m half, i’m still her sister.” 

“how come you don’t come home more often then?” trevor asks, and he leans over with his spoon to grab a spoonful of your ice cream. 

“hey!” you laugh, and in response you get a sneaky smile from trevor. you reach over and take a spoonful of his before you respond to him. “my schedule just doesn’t allow it, you know? school, important things i have to do, my aunt doesn’t really want me leaving all that much and i don’t wanna mess up anyone’s lives here.” 

“yeah, i think i get what you’re trying to say.” trevor says and the two of you turn to look out for mia and dylan. “do you wanna go down to the water?” 

you nod as you finish the last spoonful of your ice cream. trevor holds his hand out and you place it in the palm of his hand and he puts it right next to your shoes that lay in the sand. the three of you stand up, and immediately you notice the chocolate ice cream all over addie’s face. 

“oh addie, babe,” you mumble and grab a napkin out from your pocket. you go to rub the ice cream off her lips, but she turns her cheek. you can feel your heart drop in your chest. 

addie shakes her head, “no. want twevy.” you frown and look up at trevor who looks down at you pitifully. you hand him the napkin and he crouches down to addie’s height to wipe it off. once all of the ice cream residue is off, he sticks the napkin in his pocket and grabs addie’s hand.

you cross your arms over your chest and the three of you walk down, the sand squishing between your toes as you walk closer and closer to the water. 

“y/n/n!” mia giggles. “come here, come here!” 

you smile, walking into the water ankle deep to where dylan and mia were. you look over your shoulder, “addie, come here love.” 

addie shakes her head and turns to hide her face into trevor’s thigh. you see trevor sigh and he crouches down and tries to talk to her, but she continues to shake her head. “i’m sorry.” he mouths to you and you shrug, turning your attention to mia who’s busy splashing dylan. 

mia kicks her foot, splashing water onto you and you giggle. “hey!” you laugh, reciprocating the action and splashing mia as well. the two of you go back and forth until dylan decides to splash you as well, but his kick is more powerful and he nearly drenches you. he starts laughing and starts to run back towards the land where trevor is sitting with addie in between his legs. “come here you little monster!”

you’re faster than dylan and his short legs, so you managed to catch up to him and wrap your arms around him from behind, making sure to try and get him wet as well. “this is so mean!” dylan yells, but he’s laughing before you know it and you can’t help but grin like a fool. it’s like he’s starting to come around.

trevor smiles at the semi sweet interaction between you and your brother. “are you ready to go, you guys?”

“what, you don't want a hug too, trevor?” you tease with a mischievous smile. trevor’s eyes go wide and in an instant he’s picking up addie and starting to run away from you. “get back here you giant goof!”

you hear trevor laugh as he continues to run away from you, but eventually he runs far enough that he stops and turns around, heaving out a sigh. “alright, fine, but only because we need to get back to those two.” he gestures with his free hand back to where mia and dylan are sitting in the stand.

you grin and wrap your arms around trevor, staying there for a few seconds before you pull back. sure enough there’s multiple wet spots on his gray t-shirt. “see? wasn’t so bad.”

“yeah, yeah,” trevor mumbles with a smile. “okay. let’s head back to the house, yeah?”

[sunflowersunshinevol6]

Crawl Before You Walk

Part Four

Pairing: HarryxReader

Warnings: domestic violence

I hear voices.

“Officer, I know you’re just doing your job...But there’s no reason she needs to go into the system.”

“Are you sure ma’am?” 

“Officer. I’ve raised this girl as if she were my own since she was six years old. She is family. She will stay with us.”

It sounds like Anne.

“You may collect any items she may need from her home now, an officer is on standby there but you will have to be quick.”

“I’ll go.”

“I’ll go with you. I know what she’ll want to keep.” There’s shuffling, movement. I can’t open my eyes. I want to tell them no. Leave everything. Burn that house of hell to the ground. 

“I need to call the office and tell them I’m not coming in. Harry you can go to school if you’d like. I’ll have your father send Gemma after they are done at Y/N’s house.”

“Someone should stay with her….I’ll stay. I want to be here when she wakes up.”

Harry's mom puts salve on my cut. Her hands are soft and gentle. She smiles at me kindly as she puts a bandaid over it. 

“Be careful with those boys. I know you’re playing but you can get seriously hurt. They are a bit bigger than you dear.” I smile shyly at her, she kisses my cheek and I sprint back towards the back yard to play tag. 

My fingers twitch. I flex them, I still feel locked inside my body, I can’t open my eyes, but I can feel again. Am I dead? I hear someone shift beside me. Who is that?

"Harry? Why don’t you go home? You don’t have to go to school. Just go home and rest.”

“I’m staying till she wakes up mom….Please.” 

“She’s a good girl. She’ll be alright.”

“I hope so…”

“Tell me son. Why didn’t she come home last night?” Home? I did go home. “She never goes over to that place. Did something happen? Was there a fight or an argument?”

“Mom...I….There’s something I need to tell you-”

“H...Home…” my words are hoarse and thick as I manage to finally speak. Slowly I open my eyes, taking in the room around me. 

It’s white, sparse, and smells heavily of antiseptics. I see Anne standing at the edge of my bed, and Harry himself, sitting in a chair beside me. He’s holding my hand, I don’t think he notices my eyes flicker towards our intertwined fingers. He leans forward, closer to my face, eyes wide and filled with worry. 

“Y/N?” Before he can say anything else his mother is by the other side of me, kneeling down. 

“Oh sweetheart.” she says, she reaches out and touches my cheek, a dull throbbing starts in my abdomen, I inhale sharply and shift with discomfort. “Are you alright?” she asks, placing her hand on my shoulder. 

“Wha...What happened?” I ask, everything is fuzzy, cloudy. Annelooks hesitant, she doesn’t want to tell me? Is it that bad? She clears her throat. 

“Honey you….Your dad….” a strange sensation of dread washes over me. Memories come flooding back. My mother and father fighting. The gun. The blood. Knocking on the their front door. 

My eyes become blurry with tears, I take my hand away from Harry's, who released me with ease, and wipe my face. 

“They’re dead aren't they.” I say flatly. “My parents are dead.” she doesn’t need to say anything. Her face confirms it. I sigh, trying to sit up, I’m tired of laying down. 

“Easy.” Harry grabs my arm and slowly helps me sit up, while his mother places the pillows beneath my back. I groan as doing this causing the pain in my stomach to sharpen. I flinch, Harry doesn’t let go of me. 

“Ouch” I moan, leaning back against the pillows. “So...What happens to me now?” I ask his mom, Harry's hand slides down my arm to take my hand again, I let him. 

“Well….I told the Officer we would take you. You pretty much live with us anyway so it wouldn’t be much of a change….You can come home.”

“Home?” I ask. She smiles. 

“Yes. Our home is your home. It always has been.” I smile, tears falling down my cheeks. I can go home. To my real home. 

“Thank you,” I reach out and she wraps her arms around me, hugging me tightly. She kisses the side of my head. 

“I need to go and call your father Harry, will you stay with her?” Harry nods as his mother gets up to leave. We sit in silence, he plays with my fingers absently. 

“Harry I….” I don’t know what to say, there’s a lot I should say, but I can’t think. 

“You really….You really scared us you know,” he says, looking up at me. His face is pale and there are dark circles under his eyes. “We thought we were gonna lose you.”

“I’m sorry.”

“Why did you go there after school? Why didn’t you come home?”

“Because….” I take a deep breath, pulling my hand from his, “Because I couldn’t stand the awkwardness.” I reach up, running my hand over my face. “You just pulled back and...I know it’s my fault. I did it to myself. But….” my voice cracks. “Harry you are one of my best friends. And I don’t want to lose you. I want things to be like they were. Before I asked you for kissing lessons, when we could just hang out….I don’t want to lose-” he cuts me off, pressing his lips to mine tenderly. My eyes slide shut, all the feelings I have for him bubble up, I’m so confused. 

“You’ll always be my best friend Y/N. That’ll never change.” he says as he pulls away, a soft smile on his lips. ���And you can always talk to me. About anything. We’re okay.” I sigh with relief and nudge his forehead with mine. 

“I love you Harry."

“Ditto.” our moment is interrupted by a knock on the door. I look up to see Jake, he’s standing awkwardly with a bouquet of white roses. Harry pulls away from me immediately. Jake smiles sheepishly, holding the flowers up. 

“I heard what happened….Wanted to make sure you were alright.” Harry stands up, he walks towards the door and pats Jake on the shoulder. 

“I’ll go find a vase for these,” he takes the flowers from him. “Give you two a minute alone.” He smiles at me again, making my heart flutter, before leaving me alone with Jake. Jake takes Harry’s seat. He looks worried, upset. 

“I’m so sorry about your parents,” I feel my jaw twitch. I take the hurt I feel and ball it up, shoving it to the pit of my stomach. 

“I think it was going to happen one day….They weren’t good for each other,” I pause, “Or themselves.” Jake takes my hand in both of his, he runs his thumb over my knuckles. 

“There’s still so much I don’t know about you. I wanna know. I wanna know everything….But I understand why you wouldn’t tell me about your home life.”

“It’s embarrassing,” I say with a smile. He chuckles. 

“Yeah. I guess it would be.” He leans in and kisses me, pressing his lips to mine softly, I let my eyes slide closed and relax into it. “I was so scared.” he echoes Harry’s words from earlier. “But that fear made me decide something.”

“What?”

“Homecoming.” I look at him confused. “Homecoming is a month away….If you feel up to it, I’d like to take you.” my mouth falls open in shock and surprise. I was not expecting that, but he looks confident and sure of himself. 

“Sure,” he grins, kissing me again. He cups my face in his hands and kisses me excitedly, I smile into it. “That sounds great.” 

Harry knocks on the door, Jake pulls away from me as Harry walks in. He sets the flowers down by my bed. They really are beautiful. Jake stands. 

“I should probably let you rest,” he says to me, the look of excitement on his face is endearing. 

“Thank you for the flowers.”

“Thank you for saying yes.” he turns on his heel, leaving the room with a pep to his step. Harry sits back down, he opens a bag of chips and holds it out to me. I take one. 

“What’d you say yes to?” he asks curiously. I shrug. 

“He asked me to Homecoming. I said I’d go.” Harrt nods, we don’t speak again for a little bit. Quietly munching our chips and watching television. 

“Y/N.” he says during a commerical break. 

“Yeah?” 

“I’m not going to say you shouldn’t go. It’s not my place….But I just...I get weird vibes from that guy. Be careful, please. We almost lost you once. We….I don’t want to know what it feels like to actually lose you. Okay?” I don’t know where this is coming from, but Harry's face is dead serious. 

“Don’t worry about me Harry.” 

“Someone needs to.” I chuckle. He faces the tv again and we sit in comfortable silence. 

I am released from the hospital a week later. One of the Styles's was with me at all times. I was asked about my parents by the police. They were cremated. They asked if I wanted the ashes. I said no. Harry helped me to the car when I was finally released. Going to their home, my home, was like entering a dream. One I’d been wishing for my whole life. A place where I belonged. 

Nothing really changes. Gemma and I always share a bed so they don’t blow up the air mattress, Harry’s dad gets another dresser for me to put my clothes and Gemma cleans off her book shelf for my books. This is contentment. This is normalcy. 

“I’m so glad you can come back to school. I was dying without you,” Ge..a says dramatically as I slam my locker shut. My stitches are healing well, as long as I take it easy I can go to school. No gym class though, I am not complaining. 

“I’m sure you were just fine.” we make our way to the cafeteria for lunch. 

“Really Y/N,” she smiles and nudges my shoulder. “I missed you.”we sit at our normal spot and wait for Dylan and Jake to show up. Jake called me alot at home, and came by a few times. Everyone seems to really like him, except for Harry, I don’t know why, but his warning pops into my head every time I am alone with Jake. 

“Hey beautiful.” Jake wraps his arm around my shoulders and kisses me dramatically. I hear Gemma make a gagging sound and flip her off teasingly as he pulls away. “How’s your day going?”

“It’s good.”

“Guess who’s having another party this weekend?” Dylan says, pointing at himself. I roll my eyes, Gemma does too. 

“Really? You have a party almost every weekend.” I snicker when she says this. Jake takes my hand, holding it under the table. 

“Well this one is gonna be big! Epic! I swear it.” he kisses her cheek and points at me and Jake. “You two gotta be there.” Jake looks to me, I hadn’t been out since the shooting. 

“What do you say? It could be fun.” I nod, giving in. 

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“Gem!" Dylan meets us at the door, throwing his arm around his girlfriend and shoving a beer into her hands. “What took you so long?”

“We got held up at home.” I said, Dylan barely acknowledges me. Dick. “Is Jake here?” I ask. He nods, bringing his beer to his lips. 

“Yeah, he’s upstairs I think.” I question it for a second and then think maybe he’s in the bathroom. I leave Gemma and Dylan in the foyer and make my way up the steps of Dylan’s house. The base from the stereo vibrates through my body. The music is loud. Always loud. 

I start knocking on doors and shouting Jake’s name through them. When I get to the door at the end of the hall I press my ear to it. I can hear shuffling. I knock tentatively and try the door handle. “Jake? Is that you?” I push the door open. 

Jake looks up at me alarmed, a blonde girl, Tiffany, pulls away from him smugly, her arms still around his shoulders. I can feel my heart cracking in my chest. 

“Y/N?” Jake stutters. “It’s not what it looks like-” I turn, sprinting down the steps, I can hear him following me.

“Leave me alone!” I shout as I burst out of the house and into the night air. I can hear him following me quickly, shouting my name, anger becoming more and more evident in his voice. Suddenly I feel his hand, not so gentle, not so kind, on my upper arm. He yanks me around to face him, grabbing my chin in his hand. 

“When I tell you to stop, You fucking Stop!” I flinch, his voice sounding very much like my father’s, I feel my body tense up, my jaw is aching from how tightly he’s holding it. His breath smells like alcohol and his pupils are dilated. 

“Jake,” I whimper, “Let me go.” He holds me tighter, digging his fingers into my elbow. 

“If you ever fucking run from me like that again….”he warns. He doesn’t finish, he doesn’t need too. My head is spinning, he was such a nice guy, so nice to me, I don’t know who this monster in front of me is. He glares at me and lets go of me forcibly. I stumble back and he pulls out a cigarette, lighting it and taking a slow drag. I stand there, afraid if I move I’ll set him off again. We stand in the middle of the empty street, the noise of the party behind us. No one is outside. So no one saw. 

Finally he shakes his head, flicking his cigarette away. He comes close to me again, I flinch when he caresses my cheek with the back of my hand, I feel sick. 

“You look tired,” he sounds concerned. “You don’t need to be here. I’ll tell Gemma you went home.” He kisses me, I don’t kiss him back, to stunned to move. “Go straight home. You go anywhere else...I’ll know.” he doesn’t look back as he leaves. 

The kitchen light is on when I come home. I shut the door quietly and try to tip tioe to the room I now share with Gemma.I’m shaken, I don’t know what to do, my mind is spinning. How could someone be so sweet and then turn into such a monster. My heart aches from finding him with that girl, and my mind is reeling from the threat he made. 

“Y/N.” I stop in my tracks. Of course Harry’s still awake. He’s a night owl on the weekends. He comes into the hall, turning the light on. I turn my face away, trying to hide how shaken I am. “You’re early.” he says. I shrug. 

“J...Jake wasn’t there. I decided to come home.” Harry reaches for me and I move away out of instinct, wrapping my arms around myself. I refuse to look at him. 

“Hey,” he says, no doubt surprised by my reaction. “You okay?” before I can stop him his hands are on my face, they’re nothing like Jake’s. Harry's hands are soft, and kind. He tilts my face up and I watch as anger washes over his features. He narrows his eyes, and when he drops his left hand, grazing my arm I flinch and hiss. Shit. 

“Harry I-”

“What happened to your face?” He gently pushed my jacket off my shoulders and down my arm, I can see the purple bruise forming clearly. “What the fuck Y/N?” I pull away from him, my face to the ground and pull my jacket back up. “Jake was at that party wasn’t he?” I shake my head. 

“I fell. You know how clumsy I can be.”

“Y/N.”

“Harry stop. Please,” my voice is pleading, I need to be alone, I need to clear my head. “Please I’m tired….I just want to take a shower and go to sleep." Harry opens his mouth, ready to say something else but thinks better of it. He shakes his head sadly. 

“Whatever you say Y/N.” tears burn my eyes as he walks back into the kitchen.

The water is warm, I let it was away all my anxiety. I examine myself in the mirror when I finish, there’s a few small bruises where Jake grabbed my face, my arm got the brunt of it. I make excuses for him in my mind and take a shaky breath. He had been drinking. Maybe he was really drunk, maybe that girl seduced him. Maybe he didn’t mean it. He didn’t know what he was doing. 

Harry P.O.V

I ask Gem the next morning when she comes home if Jake was at that party. She tells me that he was. My blood is boiling. I know he put his hands on her. I know he did, but she won’t tell me. Y/N avoids me all day, I don’t take my eyes off of her. I want to protect her, I want to take care of her. She’s been through so much...I just wish she trusted me with this. I wish I had proven myself worthy of her trust. 

I decide to keep an eye on her at school, and Jake. If I see him do anything….it won’t end well.

[goalcaufield]

someone like you - spencer knight

chapter one

wc: 6161

you keep your head down as you and your management team walk through the crowd of people that had gathered outside of the airport once word got out you were finally taking a break from the music industry. it wasn’t going to be very long - just the summer, so you had time to recoup and still spend your summer as an actual teenager. and without people watching and documenting your every single move.

“y/n, hurry up!” your manager, hope, yells, yanking roughly on your arm to keep you moving. because god forbid if you stopped for one second, you’d be trampled on the ground. 

but it’s hard. you’ve got girls of all ages -- eight to twenty-something -- yelling, trying to get your attention for a quick selfie or an autograph, even if it had to be on their arm. sometimes you felt awful, but sometimes you wished they would understand that you just needed a break. you were exhausted. you were physically and mentally drained.

you had been in the spotlight since you were twelve years old and one of your singing videos had gone viral. since then, you signed with a record label in los angeles, got an agent, headlined for taylor swift, and had your own tour. all before the age of seventeen. you weren’t sure how all of this happened but somehow it did. and while sometimes it got exhausting, like right now and all you want is to be in your own home in the arms of your mother, you wouldn’t change it for the world.

once you and your team get into the airport you’re finally able to let out a breath of relief. the sunglasses that had been covering your eyes, not just protecting them from the sun but also from the flash from the paparazzi cameras, were now sitting on top of your head.

“that’s the biggest crowd we’ve had in a while,” your fashion stylist, sabrina, grumbles as she straightens out her outfit. “it’s ridiculous. we announced the break yesterday, how did they know she was leaving today?”

“they want their last glance at her before she disappears, isn’t that right, kid?” hope nudges you and you give her a soft smile. she gives you a tight lipped smile. she was the first one to realize you were worn out and she was the one that had suggested you taking a break in the first place. “the paps just want to get their last bucks in before they can’t get any of her, that’s all.”

caitlyn glances down at her watch and grimaces, “alright, y/n/n. we’ve gotta get a move on. your jet is scheduled to leave in twenty minutes, let’s go.” 

you nod your head at your agent, turning to the members of your team that had come for your little send off. “thank you all, and i can’t stress it enough, for absolutely everything. you’ve all been here since i was fourteen and have stuck by me since then and you’ve all made me the girl i am today. but i need this break more than anything. no paparazzi. no screaming fans. no one asking me for autographs. back at home i’m just me. and i want to be just me again.”

you’re choking up by the end of your short speech, and before the tears can fall and can ruin the makeup kylie had spent nearly an hour perfecting you wipe them away. 

“oh sweetheart,” hope mumbles and quickly hugs you. “i love you honey, you know that. you’re the daughter i never had. i don’t want you to turn out like the rest of them, and we all know you need this more than anything.”

you nod against her shoulder, too afraid to speak and you to end up crying. so you quickly say your goodbyes to everyone before caitlyn has your arm linked in hers and she’s walking you towards where your plane was waiting for you. 

“are you sure you’re gonna be okay, y/n?” caitlyn asks quietly, glancing over at you. “it’s okay to tell me if you’re not, you know.”

you shrug. “i’m not sure yet. i’m absolutely exhausted. i haven’t been able to write a good song in months, or think straight, or have a single second to myself. i just don’t want to come back and everyone has forgotten about me by then.”

caitlyn stops you both in the middle of the terminal, her stepping out in front of you and placing her hands on your shoulders forcing you to look at her. “y/n l/n, no one is going to forget you. you’re america’s sweetheart! that one took the entire world by storm from her singing the national anthem at a patriots game. that headlined with her idol. the one that sold out madison square garden. honey, they couldn’t forget you even if they tried.”

you crack a smile. “thanks, cait. now let’s go, okay? i’ve got a puppy to pet. my little sisters and brother. my momma, travis. i’m excited. i’m ready to be a normal teenager.”

“there she is.”

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stepping off the shuttle bus in nantucket is like a breath of fresh air that’s enough to make you want to cry tears of joy. the ferry ride was calming, sitting and watching the waves rise and fall just like you had on the first day of summer and the last getting ready to go back to greenwich before fame struck. it was nostalgic, sitting on the ferry going back to the place you loved to call your home.

“y/n l/n is that you?” you could recognize that voice from anywhere. you turn on your heels quickly to see the curly blonde haired girl that was one of your best friends on the island.

“andie!” you shout, your eyes going wide. getting a few looks from people walking on the streets. but it wasn’t like they didn’t know who you were - you knew practically everyone on this island and they knew you. but to them? you were still the sweet little twelve year old girl you were when you left. 

andie and you both sprint towards each other, and when your bodies collide you wrap your arms around her waist, the two of you rocking back and forth as you feel the love bubble up in your chest. “god, i missed you so much, y/n/n. why didn’t you tell me you were coming home?” andie pulls away just enough to look at your face.

“it all happened quickly,” you explain. “hope suggested it to me after an incident. i’ll explain it over coffee at handlebar tomorrow morning, okay? i have to get home, my mom is expecting me any minute now and i can’t keep her waiting anymore, okay?”

andie nods, knowing the relationship you had with your loving mother. “got it. text me, y/n/n. but i’ll see you tomorrow.”

with one last hug you’re headed back into the direction of your summer beach house. you let your feet guide you to the house, a large white house with plenty of decks, windows, and sunlight. the house you spent every summer in up until you were twelve years old. since then, you had always been in california with the exception of your headline tour and your first personal tour. 

all of your belongings had been shipped here, and according to the text from your mother you were lucky that they had arrived earlier today. so the second you walked through that door? you were a normal teenager. that’s what everyone on the island thought of you as and that’s what your family always treated you as.

except you never even have to walk up to the front door. your mother is a step ahead of you - she throws the front door open and runs the few feet towards you to close the gap before her arms are thrown around you. “hi mama,” you laugh, wrapping your arms around her torso. 

“y/n, honey,” she pulls back, her hands cupping your cheeks before she gives you a sad smile. “how are you doing, sweetheart? hope kept me updated - i’m so sorry we weren’t able to make it out there it’s just that-”

“you just couldn’t get out there. i understand, mom. i know you were trying everything you could and it just wasn’t working.” your mother gives you a tight lipped smile, grateful that you had understood. 

“alright, hon. come in. mia has been going on and on about seeing you since we told them you were coming home.” your mother leads you back into the house, where travis, your step father, stood holding your three year old half sister, addie with a smile. mia, your other half sister, comes running from the living room.

“hey hon,” travis smiles, and he goes in for a hug, but before he can mia wraps her arms around you.

“y/n!” mia squeals, her feet alternating as she patters them against the floor in excitement. “i missed you. dylan missed you, too. but he won’t say that.”

you look over travis’ shoulder to see your only fully biological sibling, your eleven year old brother, dylan. he’s got a grimace on his face and his arms are crossed over your chest. to say the least, that was the expression you expected from him.

“dyl, are you gonna say hi to your sister?” your mother asks, and in response, dylan shakes his head before turning his back to you and marching up the stairs. your mother sighs, “i tried to get him to warm up to the idea of you coming home, y/n/n, but, i’m sure he’ll come around soon, alright? he’s got no choice.”

you nod, trying to mask your hurt with a smile. “okay, mia, your dad needs to hug me too you know,” you laugh, giving an apologetic smile to travis as mia was still latched to your legs. mia lets out an exaggerated sigh before she releases her hold and you get to walk forward to hug travis, addie still in his arms.

“hey kid,” travis smiles, wrapping his free arm around you. addie grimaces, turning her head away. “you’re holding up, right?”

you nod, “i am. i feel great, i feel fine, i feel perfect. there’s no need to worry about me okay? i’m right here,” you reassure him with a smile. “now, where’s the baked spaghetti i was promised?”

you spend the rest of the night spending it with your family - or your mother, travis, and mia for that matter as dylan seems to avoid you at every cost and addie got put down to bed. but you still wouldn’t trade that time for the world. you had an entire summer to make up for too many lost years with your family. 

the next morning you wake up feeling more energized than you had thought - it hadn’t even been twelve hours since you had gotten home and you were already feeling a million times better than you had when you were in california. but it was monday morning, you had slept in until 9am instead of your strict 7am wake up call, and you were feeling amazing. 

after a few minutes of scrolling aimlessly through your phone and responding to texts - one being from andie, saying something came up and she wouldn’t be able to make breakfast anymore - your stomach begins to growl and you decide to go and get breakfast. you push yourself out of your bed, taking a moment to enjoy the view from your bedroom window you never got sick of and you for sure missed, before you were heading downstairs. 

but you freeze in your tracks at the sight of a blonde boy in your kitchen, the refrigerator door wide open as he searches for something. you don’t know what to do. so you clear your throat, and immediately he’s turning to face you. 

“who the hell are you?” you ask, your eyes still wide. “and why are you in my house?” 

“your house?” the boy asks, looking puzzled. “oh so you’re - oh, okay. uh, i’m spencer. i babysit your brother and sister during the summer.” the blonde boy sticks his hand out for you to shake. “spencer. spencer knight.”

you grab his hand. “y/n, y/n l/n.” you respond, letting your hand fall right back to your side. “uh, how long have you been babysitting sadie and dylan?”

spencer shrugs, leaning back on the island in the kitchen while taking a sip from his water bottle. “probably like four, five years now? they love me, not to brag or anything.” spencer flashes you a teasing smile and you can’t help but to roll your eyes playfully at him.

“yeah, makes sense. i’ve lived in california for the past five years with my aunt, so.” now it’s your turn to shrug your shoulders. “uh, if you have the kids, do you mind if i go upstairs?” 

spencer shakes his head, “not at all. your parents wanted you to have it easy when you got home and i’m supposed to help with that. just let me know if you need anything, okay?”

you give him a weird look, already assuming he may have known a bit more information than what you would have liked. “yeah, i will. thanks spencer.”

you offer spencer a sweet smile and he gives you a head nod before you turn around and head back up to your bedroom without getting the glass of water you came down for. with a sigh, your eyes fall on the white acoustic guitar that was sitting on a stand in the corner of your room. you have a mental debate with yourself before you finally huff out a sigh and walk over, grabbing it by the neck and grabbing the leather journal that was on your nightstand. you grab the pen from the cup on your vanity and sit down on the plush bean bag in the corner of your room.

“okay, you can do this,” you mumble to yourself, your fingers fumbling around on the fretboard before you finally strum out an e minor chord. it had been nearly a month and a half since you had even looked at your guitar, and the last thing you expected to do in the first few weeks you were in nantucket was to attempt to song write.

you try to strum out a quick melody, and once you deem it somewhat decent, you flip through the pages of your song book, flipping past all of the songs you started but never finished to a fresh new page. you jot down the few chords and attempt to continue. but just like the past few months, you hit another wall.

“ugh!” you groan dramatically and fall back onto the fuzz of the bean bag chair. you run your hands over your face, letting out a sigh. “what is wrong with me, what is wrong with me, what is wrong with me!”

you lay like that for a few more moments until you feel your phone ding from your nightstand. you let out another heavy sigh before pushing yourself up and grabbing your phone off your bed.

hope wilson: Hey kiddo just checking in on how things were going at home. Staying hydrated? Well rested? Love you.

y/n: just woke up from a nap, i’ve been up since like 6 this morning. but yes i’ve been drinking tons of water and i’ve already pulled out my book to try and write. nothing. i love you too hope, i miss you already

hope wilson: What did I tell you Y/n M/n L/n? I thought I forbid you from songwriting for at least a month. You’re supposed to be relaxing. I’ll send someone to check up on you if I have to. 

y/n: i just wanted to see if i could get anything out! the answer is no. i can’t. also, there’s a boy here, his name is spencer, and apparently he babysits my siblings over the summers and he’s still around so i’m not stressed out trying to watch the kids while my parents are working

hope wilson: Well keep your head up please honey. Let me know if you need anything, anything at all. Love you.

y/n: i’ll update you later tonight. love you more

you’re about to lock your phone when instead, the door to your bedroom flies open and in comes barreling your five year old little sister. “y/n/n!” she giggles, her arms out wide as she belly flops onto your bed, a complete giggly mess. 

“mia,” you hear spencer grumble and he’s then standing in the doorway of your room, frozen in his tracks unsure if he could come in. “i’m sorry, y/n. she heard when you came downstairs and i tried to make her stay but she came running up.”

“it’s okay, really spencer,” you reassure and flash him a smile, gesturing for him to come into your room. your hands then go underneath mia’s arms to lift her onto your lap. “what are you up to, pretty girl?”

mia giggles, her head pressing into your chest before she looks up at you. “can we play? pwease?” she opens her eyes wide and juts her bottom lip out, and there’s absolutely no way that you can say no to that face.

“mia, y/n needs to rest. she had a long day yesterday and i’m sure she’s exhausted,” spencer looks up at you, waiting for your agreement that never came. 

“no spencer, it’s okay. i don’t mind. i want to spend time with her, and addie, and dylan. i’ve maybe seen addie three times. mia probably a dozen. you don’t have to worry about it, really,” you try to reassure spencer, but a part of him still seems to be apprehensive.

“it’s just -” spencer cuts himself off with a sigh. “your parents just want you to not have to worry this summer and i promised them i’d make sure the kids were off your back.”

you smile, standing up from your bed and picking up mia as you did so. “i promise, it’s okay and it’s not bothersome whatsoever, now let's go downstairs, right pretty girl?”

in response mia just giggles, her head resting on your shoulder as she starts to talk some nonsense into your ear that she might just be saying to spencer. spencer follows the two of you out of your room, closing your bedroom door behind you. you walk downstairs, and there at the bottom of the steps addie stands, a puppy dog look on her face.

“spencey!” she cries out to the best of her ability, the pacifier in her mouth making her mumble some of her words. you look over your shoulder at the blonde boy who has a sheepish smile on his face.

“spencey?” you half-smirk to yourself at him. spencer shrugs. “that’s cute.”

“spencey, uppy, uppy,” the toddler continues to chant, her arms raised waiting for spencer to pick her up, her baby blanket clutched in her tiny fist. once spencer reaches the bottom of the steps he scoops her up and sets her on his hip, his arm wrapped around her securing her in her place. 

“where’s dylan?” you ask, peering around the corner to the kitchen where the eleven year old was nowhere in sight. 

“probably annoyed at me that i left him in the middle of our chel game,” spencer mumbles, starting to b-line his way to the living room like he owns the place, but you stop in your tracks.

your eyebrows furrow as you place mia onto her own feet, “your what?”

“our chel game.” he answers like it’s nothing, and you’re left to follow him into your living room where sure enough the brunette boy is sitting fumbling with the ps4 controller in his hand. 

“it’s about time,” dylan shoots spencer a glare, but spencer smiles instead of making a face back at him. “i was ready to start the game and keep scoring on you. we both know you’re not that good anyway.”

spencer looks taken aback at the comment from your little brother, and it looks like it takes him a few seconds to recover from that blow. “well uh, wow. okay dyl. i see how it is,” spencer mumbles as he sits down on the couch placing addie in his lap, wrapping his arms around the toddler and about to grab the controller before dylan stops him once more.

“i want ice cream,” dylan announces, placing his controller on the coffee table. “can we go get ice cream, spencer?”

“um,” spencer mumbles, looking over at you. “i don’t know, dyl. maybe tomorrow?” he suggests.

dylan’s eyebrows furrow in, and he crosses his arms over his chest as he glares at spencer. “why not?” he whines.

in spencer’s lap, addie’s head tilts to the side. “spencey doesn’t like ice cweam!” she exclaims, a small giggle leaving her lips. your mouth drops open. 

“what? no way, we’re going now. let’s go,” you announce, causing dylan to cheer. spencer huffs, but nonetheless he still gets up from his seat and he picks addie up. you walk over to the wall hook and grab you floral lanyard that had your wallet attached to it. “what are you waiting for, spencer?”

spencer shakes his head with a smile, and with his free hand he sticks his hand out for mia to grab. she silently follows along with spencer, and dylan is already three feet out the door ahead of you all. 

“it’s too gorgeous of a day for you two to be playing video games all day inside. plus i haven’t been here in forever and i’ve been dying to go to jack and charlie’s for forever,” you can’t help but grin. going to jack and charlie’s had to of been one of your favorite memories growing up. you went at least two times a week whenever you were staying at the beach house and you’d always walk there with your mom, travis, and dylan.

“can’t say i don’t disagree with you, y/n/n,” spencer smiles over at you and he grabs the sunglasses that were tucked into the collar of his t-shirt to put them over his eyes. he sets addie down onto the concrete on her own two feet but holds her right hand leaving you to hold your hand out for her to take yours. at first, she’s hesitant, but addie reaches up and grabs your hand with a giggle. 

mia and dylan are walking just ahead of the two of you only by a few feet. “so, how old are you, spencer?” you ask, glancing over at him and his gaze is set forward. 

“eighteen. what about you?” now it’s his turn to look over at you, and you’re trying to keep your gaze set forward, biting your cheek to stop yourself from smiling.

“seventeen.” you answered simply. the two of you then fall into a comfortable silence walking towards the cute beach shack that was jack and charlie’s. mia is skipping happily, dylan is walking in silence, and addie is swinging whenever you and spencer lift your arms.

“spencey,” addie then begins to whine and she drops your hand, frozen in her spot. “uppy, uppy pwease, spencey.”

spencer lets out a sigh before leaning down and picking addie up once more. “she hates walking, i swear. every time we go for a walk, minutes in i end up holding her. but i guess i’m not complaining.” 

“i wouldn’t complain if i were you, spencer,” you say, crossing your arms over your chest. your eyes land on your little brother. “hey dyl, how’s hockey going? still a winger, right?”

dylan tosses you a look over his shoulder, one of pure disgust as his nose scrunches up creating creases in his forehead. “no. i’m a goalie now, like spencer.” 

you see spencer smile softly out of the corner of your eye and it’s taking everything in you not to have a smart-ass remark at your younger brother. “oh yeah?” you ask, voice raising a few octaves. “i didn’t know you played hockey, spencer.” 

“well there’s a lot of things you don’t know about me, y/n,” spencer chuckles. “i’m going to boston college this fall and playing with them.”

“so you’ve got to be really good, right? you committed?” spencer nods. 

“he committed when he was fourteen!” dylan pipes up, and it seems like for the first time of the day there’s a smile on his face. “i’m gonna be like spencer. i wanna commit at fourteen, too.” 

you laugh, not at dylan, but at the fact he had dreams that big. “buddy, you’re eleven. you only have three years.”

and just like that, the smile on his face is gone again. “yeah well, i’ve gotten really good. you’d know that if you were here. but you’re not.” he shoots at you, and immediately you’re recoiling and trying to pretend that that wasn’t a jab straight to the heart. 

spencer notices your immediate change in demeanor. “hey, dylan that wasn’t nice. your sister can’t help it if she’s busy, just like when i’m busy and can’t go to your games.”

“you go to his games?” your voice cracks, but you cover it up quickly with a cough. “i mean, that’s really cool. thank you spencer.”

spencer shrugs, “i try to. for the past two years i’ve spent the year playing up in michigan, but when i come home i try to go to a game or two.” 

you nod slightly as the five of you walk right into the ice cream parlor. mia squeals, running right up to the glass that covers the ice cream. “spencey look! they have wocky woad!” she giggles, and addie claps her hands not full understanding, but acting like she did. 

“what are you gonna get, bud?” you ask, placing your hand on dylan’s back, but he shrugs it off and walks up to the glass like mia had. 

“y/n-” spencer begins, but you quickly cut him off. 

“it’s okay, spencer,” you sigh, scanning the chalkboard for the specials of the day and all the different options you could choose from. you inhale a deep breath before looking over at him. “what do you think you’re gonna get?”

“no, i think i’m good. hockey diet, you know? i normally try to stay away from this stuff,” you can’t help but pout at him. 

“you’re no fun, you know that? live a little, spence,” you crack a smile, nudging your elbow into his side but careful to not hit addie. “what about you, addie girl? what do you want babes?” 

addie makes a disapproving noise. “we usually end up getting her a baby sized chocolate,” spencer explains for the three year old. “and it looks like those two are already ready to order.”

you let out a sigh seeing mia and dylan already telling their order to the cashier working the register. dylan then turns to look over at the two of you. 

“i’ll just have two scoops of nutella chocolate, please,” you request followed by a sweet smile. then you turn to spencer. “last chance, spencer. and it’s on me.”

spencer goes to open his mouth, but the blonde haired three year old in his arms speaks for him. “wocky woad!” she recites from earlier, followed by a clap of her hands. “wocky road, wocky woad!”

you smile, your eyes going from addie to spencer’s blushing cheeks before going back to the cashier. “and two scoops of rocky road, and then chocolate in a baby cup.” the cashier nods and he turns around to start grabbing cups and cones.

“well i guess i’m eating ice cream now,” spencer chuckles as he adjusts addie in his arms. she then starts to play with the fabric of his shirt and babbling about something.

“yes you are,” you grin and spencer tries to give you a deceiving look, but it doesn’t seem to work on him. “oh come on, spencer. it’s not that big of a deal, it won’t kill you to eat it once.”

“it might. you never know, y/n.” you playfully roll your eyes at spencer and his ridiculousness. “i’m joking, i’m joking. i’ll just have to work out a bit more this week.”

“like these three aren’t enough exercise for you?” you ask, looking over at spencer. at this point addie has both of her hands on spencer’s cheeks, her mouth dropped open in an ‘o’, a fascinated look on her face like she was mesmerized.

“addie girl, what are you-?” spencer starts to ask as he tries  to pull his face away from her hands. 

“shh, spencey,” addie scolds, her hands pressing into his cheeks and squishing them together. you start laughing at the look on spencer’s face, and soon he’s laughing along with you and addie continues giggling like always. 

you shake your head with a smile at the two of them. addie pulls her hands away from spencer’s face and wraps her arms around his neck, nuzzling her head into his neck. the cashier comes back with all five orders of your ice cream. you see spencer dig into his pocket for his wallet, but you beat him in opening yours and handing the cashier your card. 

“y/n, you-”

you cut him off, “yes i did, spence. it’s not that big of a deal, i promise. this is the least i can do for you trust me.”

spencer lets out a sigh. mia and dylan grab their cups of ice cream and you pass spencer his and then addie’s. you grab a few napkins and stuff them in the pocket of your shorts since you’re a hundred and ten percent positive that one of the kids will end up with ice cream all over their face. 

“what do you guys wanna do now?” you ask, taking a spoonful of your ice cream and bringing it to your lips as the five of you walk out of the ice cream parlor. 

mia gasps, “can we go to the beach? we don’t have to go swimming because it’s late but i just wanna go.” she pleads, looking up at you and then looking at spencer.

“i don’t see why not,” you say and besides you spencer agrees. then you all are walking in the direction of jetties beach, addie stumbling besides you and spencer as she walks eating her ice cream. 

the walk doesn’t take all that long, and before you know it you’re about to walk onto the boardwalk that leads to the stand. you slip your sandals off and you hold them in your hand, but spencer holds his hand out to take them.

“spencer, you don’t have to. i’m capable of holding my own shoes,” you laugh, slowly handing your sandals to the blond haired boy. “thank you.”

spencer also helps addie take off her small flip flops and he holds them as well along with his own sandals. mia and dylan are already long gone, the two of them bolting down the walkway and towards the water. you, spencer, and of course addie find a suitable spot that you can sit and watch your two siblings and you sit down on the sand. addie climbs right into spencer’s lap and continues to eat her ice cream.

your gaze lands on mia and dylan who are splashing each other with their feet down in the ocean. you can’t help but smile, even if dylan seemed to think you were the worst person in the world, and mia barely remembered who you were.

“y/n,” spencer mumbles, and you turn to look at him, the slight breeze blowing your hair back ever so slightly. “i’m sorry. i hope you’re okay that i’m so close to them.”

you shake your head, “spencer, it’s okay, if anything, i’m glad that they have someone like you in their lives. someone that’ll go to their games, and hang out with them and do all the sibling things i miss out on all the time. i just - thank you.”

“it’s no problem y/n, i promise you that. i love spending time with them, my sisters don’t like being around me like yours do. and addie? god, she’s adorable. i’m her own personal jungle gym it feels like.” 

you laugh, catching addie’s attention and she starts giggling because she doesn’t know any better. “yeah, that’s how it seems to be. i wish i could be in her life more, i don’t even think she realizes i’m her sister. even if i’m half, i’m still her sister.” 

“how come you don’t come home more often then?” spencer asks, and he leans over with his spoon to grab a spoonful of your ice cream. 

“hey!” you laugh, and in response you get a sneaky smile from spencer. you reach over and take a spoonful of his before you respond to him. “my schedule just doesn’t allow it, you know? school, important things i have to do, my aunt doesn’t really want me leaving all that much and i don’t wanna mess up anyone’s lives here.” 

“yeah, i think i get what you’re trying to say.” spencer says and the two of you turn to look out for mia and dylan. “do you wanna go down to the water?” 

you nod as you finish the last spoonful of your ice cream. spencer holds his hand out and you place it in the palm of his hand and he puts it right next to your shoes that lay in the sand. the three of you stand up, and immediately you notice the chocolate ice cream all over addie’s face. 

“oh addie, babe,” you mumble and grab a napkin out from your pocket. you go to rub the ice cream off her lips, but she turns her cheek. you can feel your heart drop in your chest. 

addie shakes her head, “no. want spencey.” you frown and look up at spencer who looks down at you pitifully. you hand him the napkin and he crouches down to addie’s height to wipe it off. once all of the ice cream residue is off, he sticks the napkin in his pocket and grabs addie’s hand.

you cross your arms over your chest and the three of you walk down, the sand squishing between your toes as you walk closer and closer to the water. 

“y/n/n!” mia giggles. “come here, come here!” 

you smile, walking into the water ankle deep to where dylan and mia were. you look over your shoulder, “addie, come here love.” 

addie shakes her head and turns to hide her face into spencer’s thigh. you see spencer sigh and he crouches down and tries to talk to her, but she continues to shake her head. “i’m sorry.” he mouths to you and you shrug, turning your attention to mia who’s busy splashing dylan. 

mia kicks her foot, splashing water onto you and you giggle. “hey!” you laugh, reciprocating the action and splashing mia as well. the two of you go back and forth until dylan decides to splash you as well, but his kick is more powerful and he nearly drenches you. he starts laughing and starts to run back towards the land where spencer is sitting with addie in between his legs. “come here you little monster!”

you’re faster than dylan and his short legs, so you managed to catch up to him and wrap your arms around him from behind, making sure to try and get him wet as well. “this is so mean!” dylan yells, but he’s laughing before you know it and you can’t help but grin like a fool. it’s like he’s starting to come around.

spencer smiles at the semi sweet interaction between you and your brother. “are you ready to go, you guys?”

“what, you don't want a hug too, spencer?” you tease with a mischievous smile. spencer’s eyes go wide and in an instant he’s picking up addie and starting to run away from you. “get back here you giant goof!”

you hear spencer laugh as he continues to run away from you, but eventually he runs far enough that he stops and turns around, heaving out a sigh. “alright, fine, but only because we need to get back to those two.” he gestures with his free hand back to where mia and dylan are sitting in the stand.

you grin and wrap your arms around spencer, staying there for a few seconds before you pull back. sure enough there’s multiple wet spots on his gray t-shirt. “see? wasn’t so bad.”

“yeah, yeah,” spencer mumbles with a smile. “okay. let’s head back to the house, yeah?”

[wonder-kid-pugh]

In the line of Fire (Christen Press x reader)

Hey guys! Back again with another imagine. This one is a continuation from my other Press imagine, "The death of Preath". So I hope you enjoy!

Y/n's Pov

I was checking all the all the equipment in the fire engine with Dylan in case we got another call today. "Are all the tanks full?" Dylan asks loading the hose onto the truck. "Yup" I grunt as I lift the oxygen tanks into the truck before closing the door. "Here's hoping we don't have another call today" she laughs. "Fingers crossed. I just have to finish today and then I have time off to spend with Chris" I say crossing my fingers. "How is the fiancée? Any wedding planning done yet?" Dylan wiggles her eyebrows at me. I laugh, "She's good. The team is actually here for a match tomorrow against Ireland. So I think she is on media today. So I finish today, I go watch the match tomorrow and then we finally get time off. Might go on vacation somewhere get a bit of wedding planning done". "That's great. You deserve some time off with how many lives you save. People get to live their lives because of you, you should be allow live yours" Dylan claps me on the back. "Thanks Dyl, it means a lot" I thank him. "Your my best friend Y/n, all I want in return is an invite, so no eloping!" He jokes. It's my turn to make lunch for the station, so I go up to the kitchen and start to make spaghetti Bolognese while Dylan sets the table.

When it's done the team gathers around the table and starts to eat. We were half way through dinner when the alarm sounded. Immediately we all jolt up and rush to get ready. I slide down the pole and grab my protective gear and rush to engine one. Dylan and I jump in the back while our captain drives. "What's the story cap?" I shout through the coms. "A building downtown is after exploding and a fires broken out. People are still trapped inside" he responds. I turn to Dylan, "I had a few more hour and then I was off. I blame you, you jinx us" I joke. He chuckled and shake his head at me. When we get there, we hop out if the engine and get our gear on. The police already had people sectioned off a safe distance away from the fire. I turn to the nearest police officer, "Do you know how many are still inside?". "No! But we can see people on the 2 floor at the windows". Dylan's and I nod. We both burst through leaping through the fire. We cautiously make our way to the second floor. We get to the room and see a little girl crouching down beside a man on the ground, "Daddy? Daddy! Wake up!". I reach the girl first, "Hey we're going to help you and your Daddy okay?".

I pick up the little girl while Dylan takes her father throwing him over his shoulder. I hug the girl into my chest trying my best to protect her as best as I could. We run out if the house and get the two to the ambulance.  I look and see reporters and people at the boundary trying to see what's happening. The rest of the team are trying to control the fire spraying water onto the building. I see the building is ready to collapse, it's barely staying standing. "Do you think we got everyone?" Dylan asks. I shake my head, "I don't know". As if someone heard us, your question is answered,

"HELP! HELP!"

I turn to the building. There's someone still inside. Part of the building collapses on the right hand side and a scream follow. We hear the girl behind us struggle after the paramedics, "That's my sister! Reagan! Someone help her". The building starts to crumble, the doorway was engulfed with flames and was seconds from falling. Without even thinking I take off in a dead sprint back into the flames. "Y/N DON'T" Dylan calls from behind me. But it's too late, just as I get through the door it collapses behind me. Gotta find another way out now. "Reagan! Reagan where are you?" I call out throughout the house. "I'm here! Help please!". I try to navigate my way through the dense smoke. I stumble through and find a the girl pinned down under some debris. "Okay Reagan, when I lift the wood off your leg, I need you to move your leg okay sweetie?". She nods and starts coughing. There just be a lot of smoke in her lungs

I need to get her out if here now.

"Okay one the count of 3 okay? One...two...three!" I use all my strength to lift the burning wood up. The debris burned my hands and they were in excruciating pain but I held it up. She pulled her leg away and I dropped the wood. It was clear she was struggling to breath. I looked around trying to find an exit point. The door was blocked after it collapsing so that was a no go. There was no other way but up. I remember seeing a window on the second floor. If I get to the window I can get the girl down to the team. I quickly make my way up the stairs not trust the stability of it for much longer. When I get to the top, I see a line of fire blocking us from the window. I unzip my protective jacket and wrap it around the girls as best as I could trying to cover both of us as I hold her close to my chest, "I'm going to need to to hold on really tight okay". I run and jump through the flames and make my way to the window. I use the my axe to break the window. I stand in the window and call down to them, "Get the parachute! You need to catch her!". The team quickly get the parachute and spread out in front of the window. Once they were ready I'm about to throw her down for them to catch her using the parachute but she clings onto me, "No don't drop me!". I look at the little girl, "Listen to me okay. They are going to catch you. I promise, but you need to go now". She slowly nods. I toss her out the window and she lands in the middle of the parachute. The team gets her out of the parachute and to the paramedics quickly. "Cmon Y/n!" Dylan shouts up. But before I can jump, the ground underneath me collapses. My body hits the ground hard and I can feel more debris land on top of me. All I can hear is yelling and screams before everything goes black.

Christen's Pov

The team were gathered in Kelley's and I's room going team bonding. Some were playing cards on the floor while other were talking or playing on their switches. I was looking up ideas for the wedding when I hear Allie shout, "Is that Y/n?". I look up at the TV and see Y/n jump out if the fire engine and scan the building. "Kelley turn up the TV" I say. She nods and turns up the volume and hear the report talking, "We're here in downtown LA as firefighters arrive on the scene as there are still people trapped inside.  A gas line explosion started a fire and had engulfed the building in flames". The camera pans to the building. And we watch Y/n run into the building. "I never knew Y/n was a firefighter" Alex says. People nods along with Alex. We continue watching the news report and we see Y/n carry out a little girl of the house and hand her off for he paramedics. "Go Y/n! She just saved that little girl" Emily shouts. I breath a sigh of relief realising that she's safe now.

That is until there's an update.

"We've just got news that firefighter have rescued two from the fire." The reporter was cut off by a scream. The camera turns to the building, part of the building collapses. And all you can see is the blur of a firefighter's uniform sprint into the house just as the door collapses.

Please don't be Y/n. Please don't be her

I feel Tobin grab my hand and I squeeze back. "We've just got an update that there is still someone trapped inside, but it seems a firefighter has rushed back inside. The other firefighters have been fighting the fire and seem to be getting the fire under control but part of the house is still heavily engulfed in flames" the reports answers. After what feels like eternity, we see the firefighter with another little girl at a window on the second floor. The firefighter breaks the window and throws the girl down to where the other firefighters caught her using a big sheet. But before the firefighter could jump down the house collapsed as the firefighter disappeared for sight. My breath caught as the building fell in on itself reducing it to a pile of rumble. The whole room is silent and I feel feel my eyes water thinking the worst. Thinking that it was Y/n that was now trapped in the building. We could see firefighters immediately rush to put out the last of the fire. Finally the fire is put out and the firefighters start to dig through the debris.

My heart breaks when it turns back to the reporter, "It appears that firefighter Y/n L/n is now buried under the collapsed house after saving a little girl in the house. The rest of station 23 is searching for her. But at this very moment there is no updated on her condition". I let out a sob as it hits me.

Please be okay. I don't know what I'll do if she isn't okay

I start to break down crying. I feel someone wrap me in a hug as I try to buried myself into them. Praying that Y/n will be okay. I don't know how long it's been when I pull myself together enough to stop crying for a bit. I pull away to see it was Kelley hugging me and that the rest of the team left the room. "It's okay Christen. She's going to be okay you just got to have faith" she whispers to me. "She better be because I can't imagine life without her Kel" I rasp out.

Just then there's a knock on the door. I look at Kelley before going to answer the door. When I open the door I see Y/n's captain standing there still in uniform. I shake my head, "No this can't be real". I don't believe this, she's can't be gone.

"Chris"

I turn down the hallway and see Y/n leaning up against Dylan. Her face is covered in soot and her hair is all stuck to her face. Her hands are wrapped in bandages and she seems to be putting all her weight on her left leg as she uses Dylan as her human crutch. Once I snap out of my daze I run to her wrapping her a bone crushing hug. "It's okay. I'm okay. Everything's fine" she whispers to me. "How did you-". "The team pulled me out if the rubble quickly. I have a few bruised ribs and I'm a bit battered but I'll live" she interrupts me."I was so scared" I cry into her shoulder. "Hey you proposed to me. You ain't getting rid of me for a long time"she says before pulling me into a kiss. When she pulls away she wipes away my tears,

"I'll always come back to you"

There we go! Hope you guys enjoyed this imagine. If you have any prompts or requests feel free to message me or leave them in the comments. I also have a new book out so go and check it out if you like. Updates might be a bit slow for a bit cause I still have to finish school and Christmas is always manic in our house. So until next time, bye!

[rockyremington]

RE-INTRODUCING ROCKY REMINGTON

[DYLAN SPRAYBERRY, M, HE/HIM] who’s that? oh it’s {BROCK “ROCKY” REMINGTON JR.}. i hear they’re {16} and a {JUNIOR} at {WMHS} and in {FOOTBALL, WRESTLING}. they’re known to be {PERCEPTIVE & HARD WORKING} and {AGGRESSIVE & CLOSED OFF}. some people say they remind them of {GRASS STAINED CLEATS, WHITE SOCKS AND SLIDES, AND LONG NIGHTS AT THE GYM}.

BASICS

FULL NAME: brock remington jr. 

NICKNAME: rocky

BIRTHDAY: december 31

AGE: 16

SUN SIGN: capricorn

RISING SIGN: virgo

MOON SIGN: virgo

HOMETOWN: lima, oh

SEXUALITY: heterosexual

EDUCATION: junior @ mckinley

ACTIVITIES: football, wrestling

LIKES/DISLIKES

LIKES: eating clean, waking up early, winning, one on one deep conversations, cold weather, acing a test, sprinting, binge drinking

DISLIKES: oversleeping, being lazy, blind optimism, people with immovable opinions, people who are loud but have nothing important to say

TL;DR BIO

Ever since he caught his mom cheating on his dad and his parents got a divorce, Rocky hasn’t really been the same. He’s jaded and pessimistic, but still does everything in his power to be the ‘perfect’ son for his dad and grandfather’s sake. He bottles all of his feelings up and the only time they ever come out is when he’s excessively partying like every other teenage football player in a midwestern town.

BIOGRAPHY

The Remingtons are well-known for being a traditional family with conservative values. Rod Remington, a retired right-leaning news anchor, is the figurehead of the family. Rod has a number of children who all live up to the family name in some way. Some of his kids work in politics as lobbyists for the NRA, others are C-suite executives, and then there’s Brock Remington—a hometown hero, a mckinley jock turned principal, and Rocky Remington’s father.

Rocky Remington was born to Brock and his wife on New Years Eve. He was their first and only child. Growing up, Rocky had everything he wanted. He came from money, he had two loving parents, he excelled in sports and if he really tried, he performed pretty well at school. Things changed when he was fourteen. One week before his first day of high school after a brutal week of football tryouts, Rocky came home to find his mom in a compromising position with their twenty-one year old pool boy. He harbored the secret quietly for two months before his mom finally came clean and told his dad she was leaving him. 

Aside from the combined birthday and Christmas card he receives every year, Rocky no longer speaks to his mother. She became officially dead to him when she ran away to South America after the divorce was finalized. Since she skipped out on their family, Rocky’s relationship with his father has become more strained. The weight of his family’s expectations has gotten heavier on his shoulders and because the divorce was so messy and horrible, Rocky feels like there’s no room for him to make mistakes or divert from his dad and grandpa’s plan. He has to be good at sports, he has to get an athletic scholarship, he has to follow in his grandfather’s footsteps and run Lima’s version of ESPN once he’s done with college. His future plans have been made for him and the last thing he wants to do is rock the boat. 

After the initial shock and deep sadness over his mom leaving wore off, Rocky hardened. He closed himself off to relationships and deep friendships, keeping everything surface level in an effort to protect himself. If his own mother didn’t love him enough to stick around, how could he expect anyone else to? Exactly. So now? Rocky just does what he’s told. He’s still a perfectionist and strives to excel in both athletics and academics, but other than that? He doesn’t give much. Rocky’s only escape where he lets fully loose are the high school parties he frequents after games and on the weekends. With a growing bad habit of drinking excessively, it isn’t surprising to find Rocky drunk off his ass starting a fight with anyone who so much as looks at him the wrong way. He doesn’t like the person he’s becoming, but he can’t find it in himself to care.