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For the Night Part 4

AN: Here we go!

Synopsis: You and Jack have finally made up and the two of you were now closer than ever, however your heart is on the fence with a decision you have to make and little do you know that two other people are going to find out about the pregnancy

Pairing: Jack Harlow x Reader

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It had been a few weeks since Jack had originally asked you to move in with him and you still hadn't given him an answer.

He didn't want to rush you by any means but he was getting antsy.

He understood your hesitations because he did hurt you, however, he was trying to do anything he could in order to make it up to you.

You were at home after you had gone to class and Jess was with you. Jack had a few things to do, but promised that you two would have a dinner date later. You figured that you might as well ask her opinion on it.

“Bestie, why you so quiet?” Jess asked as she was currently munching on the fish tacos that she had gotten for lunch. You had barely touched your steak tacos and you knew that she would be concerned.

“Jack asked me to move in with him.”

Jessica stopped her movements and simply looked at you.

“Jessica, say something please because I don’t know what to do.”

“Babe, I can’t tell you what to do. You have to make that decision for yourself and if you think that is the best thing for you and my niece, then okay.”

“That isn’t helping me.”

“Well, I mean there’s pros and cons to both. Pro, I can keep an eye on both of you and kick Jack’s ass as needed and the con? Well, living with your baby daddy who at one point wanted nothing to do with you or his child.”

“Well, damn.”

“Just being honest.” Jess said while holding up her hands in defense.

“It’s literally been two weeks since he asked me.”

“Oh, I’m surprised he isn’t breaking down the door with his sudden realization of feelings.”

“You are definitely his number one hater.”

“A title that I embrace. I can’t stand his ass and how he did the both of you. Wait until I get my hands on him.”

“Jess!”

“Can you blame me? You have the biggest heart and you are very forgiving which I love about you. However, it can also come back to bite you in the ass. I can’t even fathom if he goes back on his word after everything that he has put you through.”

“I try not to think about it.”

“I just… you’re my best friend and I worry about you. I always want to make sure you’re okay.”

“Jessica…hormones….please don’t make me cry.”

“Sorry, just telling it like it is!” She said before bringing you into a hug.

“But, whatever you decide, I will support you 100%. Now go eat something and take a nap because I know you’re tired.”

Jessica made sure that you were asleep before taking your phone and pulling up Jack on facetime. She was going to give him a piece of her mind one way or the other.

“Hey ba…. Oh….”

“Okay Harlow, you listen and you better listen good. Y/N is my best friend and I swear on everything that is within God’s green earth that if you even think about going back on your word that I have no hesitations to kill you even if you are my goddaughter’s father.”

“Um…”

“Don’t interrupt me. You put her through absolute hell the first part of this pregnancy and I told her to cut your ass off. But because of her big heart she decided not to. Now, if she does decide to move in with you, that’s fine I am not influencing her decision and I told her that she had to decide that on her own but I swear if you stick one of your damn curls out of line, I will have your ASS.”

“Jessica….”

“Now you may speak.”

“I… I know what I did was wrong and I was scared shitless. Instead of telling her, I tried to act as if it wasn’t happening and I shouldn’t have done that. I was serious about being all in. I’m going to take care of her and our daughter. And I was about to ask her to be my girlfriend before I found out she was pregnant, but after she told me I decided to wait because of how it might have looked to her.”

“She’ll probably say yes if you ask her, but give her a little more time. I’m happy we had this talk. Don’t mess up again.”

You were still sleeping when Jack got to your condo so Jessica opened the door for him and looked him up and down. She decided not to roll her eyes even if she wanted to.

“Uh, you too.”

Jessica moved to the side to let him in before grabbing her purse on the table next to the door and leaving out.

Jack locked the door behind him before going to check on you in your bedroom. He took the steps two at a time and once he went into the room saw you sleeping peacefully with your hands resting on your belly and couldn’t do anything but smile.

He slid off his shoes before coming to lay next to you and then heard your voice. You immediately knew it was him because you smelled the cologne that you had gotten him as a gift. Even if the two of you were only friends with benefits, you were close in a lot of other ways too.

“I missed you today.” You quietly said before turning to your other side to face him.

“I missed you too. How was your day? Is Little Miss behaving herself?” Jack asked before wrapping an arm around you.

“Uneventful. And she’s been on her best behavior all day. I went to class and Jess bought us lunch and spent the afternoon with me. Where is she by the way?”

“She left a few minutes ago.”

“Shit, did she threaten you?” You curiously asked because knowing how she was she definitely did.

“I think threatening is putting it lightly. I see why you were hesitant about me meeting her.”

“Well if things had gone a bit differently, she wouldn’t have had to do that. But anyway, moving on.”

“So… I wanted to mention something…”

“What is it?”

“I have a few appearances coming up that I have to go out of state for. I mean I know I’ve been flying back and forth but this will be the longest stretch that I’ve been away from you. And I keep putting things off and of course now people are starting to wonder if something is wrong since I’ve been focusing on you. And I don’t want to let anyone know quite yet since I know a lot is going to come with that.”

“Okay, so go. Don’t let me stop you.”

“But I don’t want to leave you just in case you need me or something happens.”

“I’ll be fine, I have Jessica.”

“I get that, but for my peace of mind I’d rather have eyes on you myself and be close to me. No offense to her.”

“I am nowhere near going into labor. We have a little while until she comes.”

All Jack did was sigh.

“Jack, I know that sigh, but I am not budging on this. You still have a career to focus on.”

“Okay, I have a suggestion then.”

“Which is?”

“You can always come with me, we’ll just have to be discreet.”

“Jack….”

“Please Y/N, I’ve already missed enough as it is. You can bring Jessica too if you want.”

“And how am I supposed to go to class?”

“Oh, I didn’t think about that part.” Jack said while looking down at you. He knew how important your education was to you and wasn’t about to get in the way of it.

“Like I said, I’ll be fine. You worry too much.”

“And it was usually you who worried too much.”

“I promise to give you updates by the hour if that will give you some peace of mind.”

All Jack did was roll his eyes.

“Don’t roll your eyes at me Jackman.”

“But you understand why, right?”

“Yes, but babe the second something happens I will tell you.”

“Fine.”

“Now I was thinking of names and I think I found the perfect one. And I know you definitely won’t argue about her middle name once I tell you.”

Jack had been gone for about a week and of course he was checking on you every single day and making sure you as well as your daughter were okay.

The two of you were currently on a facetime call when he could tell that something was wrong with you and asked you about it.

"Are you okay? You seem like something is bothering you."

"I'm okay, just stressing because finals are coming up that's all. I'm so close to getting this degree and I don't need anything holding me back."

"I know you'll do fine. My baby girl is smart and our daughter will be the same way."

"No doubt in my mind that she'll get her looks and smarts from me."

"HEY!"

"You've seen the latest sonogram. Only thing she might have is your forehead."

"You foul as shit for that." Jack answered before busting out laughing.

"When do we plan on telling everyone about her?" You asked while sitting up against the headboard.

You were dreading this conversation with your parents. They had been taking a year long cruise and they had only seen you through facetime calls from the chest up so they had no idea.

"I mean there's no rush. I know you like your privacy and so do I. You know the second that this comes out, that immediately goes out the window. I'm shielding you both from it as long as possible."

"I appreciate that but Urban doesn't even know, does he?"

"No and I know he's going to give me shit for it when I finally do tell him."

"We'll cross that bridge when we get to it."

"Have you given any more thought to moving in with me?"

"Yes."

"And what's your answer?"

"My answer is that I still don't have one."

"But babe…"

"Jack, you need to understand how much what you did hurt me."

"And I do!"

"If you really cared about me like you said you do, what went down should have never happened between us."

"I know, I'm just trying to make this right."

"And you're on the right path to making it right. However, I still have that fear in the back of my mind that you're going to go back on your word."

"But I'm not! Right before you told me you were pregnant, I was actually going to ask you to be my girlfriend. I haven't done it since I was scared of how that would look to you. That you would think that I was only asking you because you're pregnant when that isn't even the case. I wanted you to be my girlfriend before all of this happened. You can even ask Jessica because I told her the same thing."

All you did was sigh.

"I'm not trying to have this turn into an argument." Jack said while looking at you.

"Me either."

"I've caused you enough stress as it is and the last thing I want to do is cause more. I just want the both of you near me. Can you imagine the paparazzi finding out where you live and they start to harass you? I'm trying to avoid all that. Not saying it wouldn't happen if you were here with me, but at least I would be able to protect you both. I can't do that if you're away from me."

"I'll let you know my answer soon." You said while rubbing your protruding belly.

"I have a radio interview to do so we'll talk later?"

"I'll call you before I go to sleep." You said while giving him a small smile.

Once you hung up with Jack, you yelled for Jessica who had been downstairs in the kitchen fixing food for the two of you.

"What's wrong babe?" She asked while coming to sit next to you and you were trying your best not to cry.

You immediately grabbed her hand and placed it on your stomach.

"Do you feel anything?" You asked and Jess shook her head no.

"She's just probably sleeping. Look who her mother is." She said while laughing since you were known to be able to fall asleep anywhere.

"Jess, I haven't felt her move in two days."

And that’s when her eyes went wide.

"Did you tell Jack!?" She asked immediately jumping up.

"No, I didn't want to freak him out and worry him! He's a five hour plane ride from here!"

"But now I'm freaking out! Didn't you just get off the phone with him!?"

"Yes, but…"

"I'm texting him right now. Slip your shoes on and we're going to the emergency room."

"Jess…."

"No. No negativity. Let's go."

Jess- Jack, I'm taking Y/N to the emergency room

Jack- WHY? IS SOMETHING WRONG WITH HER OR THE BABY?

Jack- I just talked to her

Jack- oh shit it was probably my doing. Fuck, did I upset her? I knew I shouldn't have brought it up

Jack- I knew I should've brought her with me

Jess- Try to stay calm. But, she hasn't felt her move in 2 days.

Jack- WHY DIDN’T SHE TELL ME?!

Jess- I said the same thing. I'll call you later once we know something

Jack- Fuck that. I'm hopping on a plane as soon as I can.

Jess- And what excuse are you going to use in order to leave without anyone finding out about the two of them?

Jack- I'll figure it out

Urban then saw a panicked look on his best friend's face and immediately asked what was wrong with him.

"You okay? Something wrong?"

"Family emergency. Something's wrong with Clay."

"Oh shit. I'm coming with you."

"NO!"

This lead to Urban getting a confused look on his face since he didn't understand where this outburst was coming from. That wasn't like Jack at all.

"I just… it shouldn't take me that long and I'm coming right back."

"But I should still go with you."

"I'll text you if I need you."

Urban could immediately tell that something was wrong and that his best friend was lying to him so he immediately called Clay who picked up on the second ring.

"CLAY!"

"Damn, hi to you too Urb. What the hell are you yelling for?"

"We're in L.A. and Jack said there was a family emergency and that something was wrong with you and when I offered to go with him, he immediately yelled and shut it down."

"Well, I'm fine and what the hell could he be hiding?"

"I have no idea. He left for the airport and I assumed he was going back to Kentucky, but now I'm not so sure."

"Hmm."

"But you know what I've noticed? Any time we're in Atlanta he disappears for days at a time and he used to not do that. So I'm thinking if anything that's where he's going."

"Oh?"

"He's definitely hiding something and has been for months and we're about to find out what it is. I'm catching the next flight out to Atlanta. Meet me there so we can figure this shit out."

By the time Jack finally reached you, he was an absolute mess. You had been admitted to the mother/baby unit just for the night so they could keep an eye on you. Jessica was with you when suddenly he busted into the room and immediately came over to you.

"Hi Jess, thank you for taking care of her."

"Of course. She's my bestie. Duh."

"Babe, I'm really not trying to yell, but why didn't you tell me? Don't you think that's important?"

"I know and I just…. I don't know."

"Promise to never do that again. If something is wrong, you tell me immediately, don't wait." Jack said while leaning down to kiss your forehead and brushing a few curls out of your face.

"Okay." You quietly said as you moved to get more comfortable on the bed while Jessica just mouthed the words 'I told you so' which made you sigh in defeat.

Just then he got a text from Urban who was asking him if everything was okay with Clay.

Urb- Soo any update? How’s Clay?

Jack- He's fine. Will stay with my parents for a few days.

Clay looked at Urban's phone as he handed it to him to show him what Jack had said.

"You would think if he was trying to lie and put me in the middle of the lie that he would at least tell me so that we could have our stories straight."

"His location is saying that he is at the hospital."

"But for what? This doesn't make any sense."

"We're about to go and find out."

When the two of them finally reached the hospital, Urban immediately called him as they were sitting in the parking lot.

"Urb.."

"Get your ass outside in the main parking lot because you're going to stop lying to your best friend. I know you're in Atlanta and at the hospital because your dumbass didn't turn off your location and I guess you forgot that I can see it. Oh and Clay is with me and there isn't a scratch on him so get down here and start explaining."

"Just come up to room 4039 and I’ll explain everything.." Jack said while letting out a sigh.

"We're coming now."

Once the two of them reached their destination, they knocked on the door before hearing Jack's voice to tell them to come in. Once they did, they were confused to see you laying on Jack's chest asleep with a protruding stomach in the hospital bed with Jessica in the corner playing on her phone.

Urban and Clay were immediately confused and looked towards Jack for an explanation.

"Sooo I'm about to be a dad..." Jack whispered and Urban wasn't having it.

"A DAD OF WHAT? A DOG?" Urban screams and Jack quickly shushes him so that he didn't wake you up, but you woke up anyway and was now startled to see Urban and Clay in your hospital room and Clay immediately approached you.

"Umm would she happen to be the emergency? Hi, I'm Clay, the better Harlow and your baby's soon to be uncle. And Jack, stop using me as your emergency excuse! Urban called me about to lose his shit thinking that something was wrong with me."

"Nice to meet you Clay, I'm Y/N."

"I…." Jack started to say, but Urban immediately cut him off.

"Why didn't you tell me or Clay!?! I'm your best friend and you tell me EVERYTHING."

"Well…"

"Oh shit. I'm Jessica, by the way. The baby's godmother and I assume that Urban will be her godfather? And Clay, I totally believe you're the better Harlow because your brother is a FLOP." You heard Jess say from the corner as she was watching the scene unfold and you couldn’t help but to stifle a laugh.

"JESSICA!" Jack exclaimed and she just shrugged her shoulders.

"Hi Jessica, and yes he is a flop for lying to us."

"We were going to tell all of you soon. Jack just wanted to protect my privacy and not have paparazzi following me everywhere. My parents don’t even know either."

"How far along are you? By looking at you, he definitely didn't get you pregnant yesterday." This earned Urban a smack to the back of his head by Jack since he was standing close enough to him to be able to reach him with his hand that wasn’t wrapped around you.

"Ow! I didn't mean it like that! You're gorgeous by the way!"

"Back off, she's mine."

"Clearly, you impregnated her."

"CLAY!"

"Thank you and almost 7 months."

"Jack, mom and dad are going to KILL you."

"I'll deal with it when the time comes."

"SEVEN MONTHS!? JACKKKK!"

"I know."

“He really wasn’t even there for the first four.” You heard Jess mutter, but Clay heard her.

“Oh, so you were being a deadbeat to Y/N and my niece isn’t even here yet?”

“Jess, please stop throwing me under the bus.”

“I call it like I see it….. FLOP.”

"Is this where you disappear to for days at a time!? To be with Y/N?"

"Possibly."

"How the? I stay with you all the time and never saw any baby things around."

"Because my guest bedroom is on the first floor. Her room is upstairs next to mine and that's where everything is. That door was always closed."

"IT'S A GIRL!?" Clay exclaimed and he was clearly excited.

"And she has your brother's forehead." You added and Jack immediately rolled his eyes.

"Damn, double homicide."

"JESSICA! CUT.IT.OUT."

"DID I LIE, JACK?"

"I'm not answering that."

"Sooo, I'm assuming that everything is okay now?" Urban asked while looking over at the two of you.

"Yes, they're just going to keep me here overnight to monitor me and the little one. I got scared because I didn't feel her move for two days. I tried everything and she always moves when she hears Jack's voice. I played Sundown which is her latest favorite and got nothing and I immediately got scared."

"Jack's reaction now makes sense."

“They checked on her and said she’s fine, and that she really was sleeping. I just don’t ever remember her sleeping for that long. Like I said, any time she hears his voice, she’s active.”

“I’m just happy that you’re both okay.” Jack said while reaching over to kiss your cheek and you immediately smiled.

“Are the two of you together yet?” Jess asked while she munched on her popcorn and watched her movie on Netflix.

“Wait, the two of you aren’t even together?” Urban asked, confused.

“Nope, they were friends with benefits and they met on the Creme De La Creme tour in Atlanta and have been fucking ever since.”

:”JESSICAAA!”

“What? It’s as good a time as ever to tell them. Just get it all out in the open. Oh, you two are going to love this, he hung up the phone on her when she told him she was pregnant and didn’t call her back for two weeks. You can imagine how much I wanted to kick his ass. Once again, FLOP!”

“I’ve made up for that! And I was scared shitless!”

“Oh, and she’s WASN’T?!”

“Cut it out, you two. NOW.” You said while looking at the both of them and Jess held up her hands in defense.

“Look, I tolerate him for you and my goddaughter and that’s about it. He already started off on the wrong foot with me. Keep your word Harlow, and you just might end up on my good side.”

All Jack did was sigh as Jess went back to her movie.

“That… explains a lot.” Urban said while looking at him.

“Explains what?”

“Why you would look so stressed all the time. No one could figure out why and you wouldn’t say anything. Every time I asked you, you said that you were fine so I just dropped it, but I knew better. I was waiting for you to come to me and tell me when you were ready, but you never did.”

Urban truly knew Jack like the back of his hand and Jack couldn’t help but to start to feel a little guilty.

“So, no more surprises that you want to share with us?” Clay asked before going to sit next to Jessica.

“No, that’s it.”

“Look, if you two plan on getting married, just let us be the witnesses so we aren’t caught off guard like this again.”

It was now a week until your due date and you were seriously feeling it.

You wanted this baby out of you and you wanted her out now.

Jack was doing his best to keep you as comfortable as possible, but nothing was really working, but he did figure out that you liked to be laying next to him in order to get you to sleep better, but he didn’t tell you that because you would probably deny it.

You had just woken up when you heard the vacuum cleaner downstairs. You stayed over at Jack’s condo last night and still haven’t given him an answer on if you were moving in with him or not.

It was decided that you would take a shower in an attempt to get you to feel better because you felt like you had slept a total of thirty minutes.

When you had gotten out, after lathering yourself in your lavender lotion, you decided on your leggings along with one of Jack’s New Balance hoodies and made your way downstairs to see Urban and Clay sitting on the couch looking extremely confused. You followed their gaze to see Jack in one of your many bonnets to protect his curls and your apron that was covered in flowers and you couldn’t help but to stifle a laugh.

You went and sat next to Clay as Jack was now dusting around the living room.

“Um, how long has he been at this?”

“All morning.”

“And when did he even have the time to go and get my bonnet and apron from my condo?”

“Trust and believe if it has anything to do with you or the little one he was going to find a way to get it done.” Urban said as he opened a bag of spicy pork rinds and began eating. This led to him getting yelled at by Jack.

“URBAN! I JUST VACUUMED, DO NOT GET ANY CRUMBS ANYWHERE!”

“Well got damn! Okay, I won’t.” Urban said, startled at his outburst.

“Oh, hi babe. How’d you sleep?”

“Terribly, but I like your outfit. Definitely made me smile when I came down the steps.”

“I figured that this place needed to be spotless for when she got here. You hungry? I can order you something.”

“BECAUSE YOU DAMN SURE CANNOT COOK! MIGHT POISON HER AND THE BABY.”

“Babe, cover her ears.” Jack said to you and you looked at him confused, but put both hands on each side of your stomach.

“SHUT THE FUCK UP CLAY! Okay, you can uncover her ears now. You know she can hear us and I don’t want her…. URBAN, I SEE CRUMBS! GET THE FUC… GET THE VACUUM NOW!”

“What the hell are you?!?! The crumb police?!”

“If your goddaughter gets a hold of a damn pork rind crumb, I’m blaming you and you will be banned from eating them over here.”

“At this rate, her first word is about to be a cuss word.” Clay said while laughing.

“Anyway, what you want to eat mamas? I’ll make Urban go get it since he HAS NO RESPECT FOR MY VACUUMING SKILLS.”

“I can’t wait for Y/N to push baby girl out so she can kick your ass for how outta pocket you’re being. But, Y/N, what do you want?”

“Baby, you BETTER NOT say anything greasy either.”

“LET HER EAT WHAT SHE WANTS. SHE’S ABOUT TO PUSH OUT A BABY THAT HAS YOUR WATERMELON LOOKING ASS HEAD!”

“URBAN!”

“Umm, my usual from chic-fil-a and my milkshake is fine.” You said while trying not to laugh.”

“I can’t believe that she’s only going to dilate ten centimeters. Do you not see how big Jack’s head is now?”

“Shit, have you seen his baby pictures? It was big then.”

“The two of you can get the hell out of my house.”

“JACK! Be nice!” You said while looking over at him.

“Urban, if I see one more crumb…. ONE…. I’m going to….”

You were headed to the bathroom and Jack’s voice got quieter as you made your way down the hallway.

You pulled down your leggings and underwear to see that the mucus plug had now come out.

This was it. You were now going into labor.

You finished using the bathroom and quickly washed your hands before making your way back out to the living room where the three of them were.

“Jack?”

“What’s wrong mamas?”

“My mucus plug came out.”

Since Jack had been reading a lot of pregnancy books, he immediately knew what that meant and his eyes got wide. He looked to his left, where his keys were next to the lamp on the side table and threw his keys at Urban.

“Go start the car.”

“Wait, what?”

“Hold on, is… is it happening? Is what I think that’s happening really happening?”

“YES CLAY!”

Jack immediately ran up the steps two at a time in order to get your overnight bag. You had one at his condo and yours just to make sure that wherever you were that you would have one. Jack then came down the steps without the bonnet or apron and helped you put on your New Balances.

“You ready for this mamas?” Jack asked and he was trying to put on a brave face for you, but he knew that you were scared beyond belief.

Shit, so was he.

“No. Immediately no. Call Jessica.”

“I will and I’ll tell her to meet us at the hospital, okay?”

Jack had gotten you settled in the backseat of the car with Urban in the driver’s seat and Clay in the passenger seat while Jack sat next to you.

That was when the contractions started to hit you like a ton of bricks and you were holding Jack’s hand for dear life as Urban was speeding down the highway.

“Oh shit, this hurtssss.”

“You have to breathe, baby, I know it does, but it won’t be long and we’ll get to hold her.”

“I know, but shit. Why does it have to hurt so bad?” You said while laying your head on Jack’s shoulder.

“Urb, can we go any faster?!”

“JACK, I AM GOING 90 IN A 55, HOW MUCH FASTER DO YOU WANT ME TO GO?!”

“FUCK!”

“Language! My daughter can hear you!”

“Umm, we have a problem.”

“Why are we slowing down?”

“That’s the problem…. Ummm…….”

“Um, WHAT?!” Jack asked while looking at Clay.

“Traffic is backed up for miles.”

The four of you had now been sitting in traffic for a total of two hours and you were about to lose your shit. You didn’t think she would be coming any time soon since this was your first, but you had to keep in mind that you had to be prepared for anything to happen.

“JACK, GET YOUR DAUGHTER OUT OF ME. NEOW!”

“Deep breaths, I know it hurts, but um can you switch to my other hand? This one is turning purple.”

“Oh, sorry.”

“It’s okay, that’s nothing compared to how you’re feeling so I can deal with it.”

“Why haven’t we moved?!”

“Can’t we go on the shoulder?”

“For us to get pulled over and have it be even longer?!”

“We need a police escort. Where the fuck are they when we need them!?”

“LANGUAGE!”

Just then you had the urge to push and you knew that more than likely, she was probably going to be born in the back of her father’s car.

“Jack?”

“Hmm?”

“Get that towel you always keep in the back.”

“For what, babe?”

“I have a feeling that she is not going to wait much longer. Even if we were to call 911, there is no way that they’ll get to me in time. I don’t even see a mile marker to know exactly where we are.”

“WHAT?! IN MY CAR?!”

“JACK, SHUT UP! THIS IS YOUR DAUGHTER WE’RE TALKING ABOUT!”

“Okay, okay, umm… now where did I put it?” Jack reached behind the two of you and fiddled around until he found it and placed it next to him.

As you lifted your hips so that Jack could help you get your leggings off, his eyes went wide and you were thoroughly confused.

“Jack, you have seen me plenty of times before with less on so why the hell are you…. Oh shit.”

“Is that….? Is that HER HEAD?!”

“WHAT DO YOU MEAN IS THAT HER HEAD?! WE’RE NOT READY FOR HER YET!” Clay exclaimed while looking at all the traffic ahead of them.

“Damn, Jack is freaking out more than Y/N is!”

“Please don’t faint back there.”

“I’m fine.”

“Not you, Y/N, I meant your baby daddy.”

You did another push and that’s when her shoulder came out and you looked over at Jack who was mesmerized.

“Pull her out the rest of the way, her shoulders are out so she should slide right out.”

Jack did as he was told and heard her first cries and proceeded to wrap her up in the towel that he had while Urban and Clay were in the front trying to come up with a plan to get you to the hospital.

“Not many people can say that they delivered their first child in the back of their car.”

“I didn’t even do anything, you did all the work. She is gorgeous and looks just like you.”

“Except her forehead.”

“CLAY!”

Just then Urban saw a police car in the rearview mirror and immediately flagged him down.

The officer came to the window to see what the problem was.

“Hi, we need an escort to the hospital immediately!”

“Is someone hurt?”

“My goddaughter was just born in the back of my best friend's car so umm… no one is hurt but still.”

“Is mom and baby, okay?”

“We’re fine!” You yelled from the backseat as you were holding onto her tightly.

“Put your flashers on and follow me.”

Twenty minutes later, an entire medical team met you outside and placed you onto a stretcher while you were still holding onto her. They placed you on the postpartum unit all while making sure your vitals as well as hers were okay. She got a clean bill of health and you honestly couldn’t have been happier.

You were now resting while Caoimhe (pronounced Kweeva) was asleep on Jack’s chest who was sitting next to you.

“Did we really make her?” Jack asked while looking down at her. He was amazed at how tiny she was.

“We did. You don’t recognize that forehead?”

“You didn’t have to say all that. But, I always thought you were a superwoman, but today you took it to a whole nother level.”

“Look, she wasn’t waiting for anybody so I had no choice.”

“She wants what she wants when she wants it. Just like her mother.”

“Now, you didn’t have to say all that.”

Just then you heard the door open and in came Jessica with a whole bunch of balloons and gifts in her hands.

“I already know when she becomes a teenager and pisses yall off that the first thing outta yall mouth will be, remember when I gave birth to you in the back of your daddy’s car because you were so impatient? I pushed you out WITH NO EPIDURAL. Anyway, awww oh my goodness she’s beautiful. Look at what you two made. She is going to be so spoiled by me.”

“She already is.” Jack mumbled and Jess sent him the evil eye.

“Shut it, Jack and let me hold her.” He quickly handed her over to Jess and she began to rock her back and forth.

“What’s her name?”

“Caoimhe Margaret. I gave her Jack’s mom’s middle name so she’ll be less mad at him when we tell her. Her first name means beautiful in Irish”

“That is adorable, perfect name for my perfect goddaughter.”

Just then the tech assigned to your room came in and did a double take.

You assume that she saw Jack and that was why.

“Oh, um, hi Ms. Y/L/N I’m Leah and I’ll be your tech for the night. Anything that I can get you?

“No, I’m fine. Thanks for asking.”

“How about anyone else?”

“I’ll just take a cup of ice.” Jack told her and she immediately turned red.

“Okay, be right back!”

“I think she has a crush on you, Jack.”

“Doesn’t matter because I have a crush on Y/N.”

You couldn’t help but roll your eyes and laugh.

But what you didn’t know was that when you and Jack were looking down at Caoimhe, she snapped a picture and decided to send it to TMZ.

It was around midnight when Jack’s phone started going off non-stop. He was sound asleep, but you were up feeding Caoimhe and called out to him.

“Jack, answer your phone, it keeps going off.”

He grabbed it from beside him and opened it to see over 100 text messages and at least 40 missed calls and was thoroughly confused.

It wasn’t until he saw his notification for Twitter when all hell broke loose.

TMZ: Looks like congratulations are in order for Jack Harlow and his mystery girlfriend! We have gotten word that he is now a father to a beautiful baby girl! More details to come as soon as we know more.

“FUCK!”

“Jack! Language!”

“Babe, I know, but we have a problem.”

“What?”

“Someone took a picture of us holding her and sent it to TMZ. They know about the both of you now.”

Just then a new text message came through on Jack’s phone that was his mother.

Mom- Do you have something that you want to tell me? Why is everyone calling me and telling me that you’re a FATHER? You better start explaining and you better start now.

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https-harlow · 4 months

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He Loves Me Not, He Loves Me

Thank you so much to @swiftly-harlow for giving this idea to me and supporting me as I’m writing! I dont know when I’m going to start posting this, but enjoy the sneak peak!

Tw: physical and emotional abuse

"How many times has he told you he doesn't love you?"

Sydney and I sat on her bed facing one another as the question slipped past her lips.

"He loves me, he tells me all the time,” I could feel the lump in my throat forming as I answered.

Silence suffocated and filled the room. I knew. I knew he didn't love me, but something about his toxicity kept me hooked. He was bad for me, but something about him kept me coming back.

"Do you love him?"

"Yes,” I said, but there was a hint of caution in my voice, of course I loved him, how could I not. As much as I loved him, I knew he wasn’t good for me. You could put a gun to my head and I’d never admit it though.

Caleb Abbott was something out of this world. Some days he loved me, and some days he didn’t. Yet the merry-go-round made me stay — It was like a drug.

I quickly switched the subject, “I’m hungry, what do you want to eat?”

Sydney rolled her eyes, “Lottie…”

“Sydney…” I mimicked. “Can you please just drop it?”

“Lottie, you came to my house with bruises on your arms, and tears streaming down your face. Why won’t you admit he’s bad for you?”

I sighed, knowing she was right. I was stuck, yet I wanted to stay. He was bad for me, really bad for me. But I feared that If I let him go, there wouldn’t be a single soul left to love me.

Tears threatened my eyes as Sydney looked at me. I needed a way to break the cycle. Nothing was getting better, I needed a change.

***

I sat on the curb with a blanket over my shoulders as the red and blue lights reflected off my neighbors windows. The ENT shined a bright light in my eyes as they ran a small cognitive exam.

“Are you sure you’re okay?”

“Yeah. I’m fine,” I lied. I was utterly traumatized.

I heard someone scream my name as my eyes looked up from the concrete beneath me.

“Lottie! Oh my gosh!”

Hannah’s arms wrapped around me as I winced from the slight pain. I could tell from the look in her eyes that she wanted to kill him. She was angry, yet wanted to make sure I was okay first.

“That mother fucking piece of shitty ass, I swear to God if I ever see him again, I’m going to-“

I shuddered at the memories from hours before as Hannah went on a rant of how terrible my boyfriend is.

“Caleb? Are you home?” I called out as I entered our quiet home.

It reeked of alcohol. Broken bottles and wrappers were discarded around the living room.

Silence.

“Caleb Alexander Abbott?!”

No answer. Again.

“Caleb, I know you're here,” I called out, walking around the corner and into the kitchen. I found Caleb leaning against the dining room table. Another broken alcohol bottle that had fallen off the counter, leaving a puddle of cheap vodka behind.

“Where the fuck did you go?” Caleb asked, his voice carried no emotion, which was enough to send chills down my spine.

“I went to hang out with some friends, I told you that before I left.” I said, a lump already forming in my throat.

“I don’t fucking remember you telling me that,” Caleb slurred. “If you want to go be with your friends instead of me, then go stay with them and get the fuck out.”

“No- that's not- I want to be with you, I’m not going to hang out with them now, I want to be with you. Let’s just go to bed.”

“I said, get the fuck out,” Caleb repeated himself, raising his voice when I didn’t leave. I flinched as Caleb reached for the closest thing to him and threw it in my direction. The glass cup shattering as it hit the wall, a couple of the shards cutting into my skin. Caleb rushed across the room, grabbing my arm so tightly, I knew it would leave a bruise. I tried to pull away from his grasp as he tried to pull me towards the door.

From there it was a blur, each cut and bruise holding a memory that I wouldn’t, or didn’t want to remember. Our neighbors called the cops, like they had in the past. The cops coming to break up the abuse, I couldn’t even call it a fight because I didn’t have the strength mentally or physically to fight back.

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aquarium-ina-bag · 1 year

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Where Danger Finds Me, it Follows with Tides - 7

'Cause you live in my day dreams ch. 7

Word count: 2.7k

Relationships: Wednesday x Reader (She/they)

Warnings: Mention of blood, pain, bullets.

A/N: So sorry I took so long had a project anyyywaayyyy, if I do breaks again Im able to do drabbles so ask away. I have an Idea for a side au with Jenna, just confused about how I'm gonna use this character R and actor R (Gasp spoilers, wtv) enjoy, give suggestions yatta yatta.

Small conversations spread among the bar, bottles hitting stained, polished wood and smooth granite countertops, and low music playing. It definitely wasn’t a big bar, but it was the home of drunken souls in the outskirts of Jericho. And tonight it housed hopeful, evil, and grieving souls.

The door swung open, hitting the bell. A small three-man group raised their heads to see the newcomer as the bartender gave his regular warm smile to the eccentric man.

"Evenin’ James, usual?" The bartender cleaned a glass, ready to serve.

"Nah nah, I need somethin’ tougher; I’m ina surprising mood tahnigh’ hit me hard." James was practically jumping and shaking.

The bartender started to pour him a fireball.

"Well, gee, it seems like you've got something heavy already." He slid the glass across the counter.

James quickly caught it and brought himself to the table of three men. He threw his head back and drank with speed. "Fellas, I got that damn thing that's been killin’ my livestock." He slammed his hands on the wooden table.

The three of them laughed, and one spoke up. "The fucking big creature you saw, with the big claws and skin like a lagoon?" Dune made gestures to mock James' description.

"Nah na! It’s real, but this one had wings! My god, the size of them nevah seen before, the tips nosebleed red, and it-it-it got deeper colah at the base." James tossed around his arms to depict this creature of the night "OH! And-and-and when I shot the bitch, the speed it took was incredible! Even though I shot it in the wing, damn it was moving maybay 300 miles?"

The group looked at the man in front of them like he was on shrooms, he sure acted like it. The bigger male chuckled, "So you’re saying some big ass peregrine falcon, has been taking your sheep, and when you shot it, it left at the speed of 300 miles per hour?"

"No, no, Harlow, it gave me my sheep back! It done dropped the sheep back in the pen, ALIVE! The damn hooves were painted pink! Fuckin pink!" James explained.

The men were invested now. "You got two creatures in your fences now?" Harlow asked.

"Yes! One is killing them, the other is saving them. Like an angel." James fawned over his findings.

Chuck took a sip of his beer before speaking. "Well, you said it was dark and bloody lookin’, don’t sound like no angel to me."

"What would I call it then?" James questioned his ideas.

"I say call it a blood hawk, it’s easy to identify," Harlow said as he toyed with the ring of condensation on the wood. "Also, go buy one of them cameras that videos motion."

The bartender couldn’t hold his words anymore. "Say, you know what’s known for having creepy abnormalities, that Nevermore school miles away. That lagoon creature you were talking about James, I think it’s been seen there plenty of times."

The bartender pushed a glass towards a shaggy brown-haired man, his hair long, as were the scars on his face as if he were mauled by a beast. The man’s clothes looked so mismatched and ripped; he had a beard starting to grow; and he looked homeless but still had money to buy a drink. This man couldn’t help but listen to the conversation; he made clear, surprised expressions at the words ‘Nevermore’ ‘Blood hawk’ ‘sheep’ and ‘alive’. All this man could do was hum in acknowledgment.

"I’ll look into it once I get home." James smiled and continued to change the subject.

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"Wednesday I know you usually don’t regret things, but I honestly feel so awful about hurting Y/n," Enid said with her chin on her school desk, her body droopy.

Sure, that is true Wednesday doesn’t feel regret, but everything she regrets on her mind is rooted in because of you, she regrets ever talking to you, accepting your dual, working on the project with you, letting you see something vulnerable in her—she regrets a lot when it comes to you.

"They said it was fine." What Wednesday really regretted was letting you leave and trusting that you would take care of yourself. She hasn’t seen you all morning. The thought of you bleeding out that whole night banged on her cranium.

Enid turned to face the goth, laying her cheek on the cold wood. "You don’t really believe that." Wednesday regrets not smothering her roommate, and Enid started to understand Wednesday’s ‘signs’. The raven stayed silent, keeping it that way the whole period.

When it was over, she took her free period to confirm that Enid hadn’t murdered you. She checked the gym; you weren’t there. Wednesday looked where you feed birds; no luck. She entered your dorm to find clutters of paper and files scattered around your desk. As if a voice was pulling her into the room, Wednesday walked in and shut the door behind her, making a careful walk across the room to your desk. The floorboards creaking had an unusual pattern as if someone were in the room with her. The raven was on edge but still curious; determined to find out why you were gone.

The goth inspected the papers on your desk. Pictures of the farm you two went to, papers containing information about the owner of said farm. What really stuck out were documents from the U.S. government. How in the world were you able to access something like this? The thought that you were taken by the FBI could make her chuckle. Wednesday shuffled the small stack, trying to get them back in order. When the order was found, Wednesday couldn’t stop reading.

In brief, the documents explain how an ‘anomaly’ that was captured in December of last year escaped a government vehicle, killing four of the six men in said vehicle. This creature never made it to the lab for testing, questioning, and possible execution. This creature could be conjured by American citizen Tyler Galpin.

Tyler was out, and that was him; he was still lurking in the towns, waiting for his next victim.

Wednesday looked around for anything that could reveal she was here, and when she turned to the glass screen door, a shine drew her in like everything else in this room.

Unlocking it and stepping onto the concrete, she looked down to find a bullet that was almost perfectly clean. Why would you have a perfect bullet here? The casing was gone, so this was fired.

This curious black cat bent down to pick up the fired bullet. Her head was shot backward, and scenes dashed and flashed across her vision.

Fingers that weren’t yours loading ammunition in a firearm; the bullet flying into feathered flesh, then deeper into warm blood and muscle; with her perspective being the bullet, Wednesday felt layers decompressing her. From what she could guess, it was feathers falling off, then skin, then muscles. The bullet dropped in a pool of blood; something or more of a surplus made a horrific shriek as if it was getting brutally attacked. She couldn’t tell what made it, and the warmth of blood left her after the vision ended.

Once the vision was over, Wednesday moved her head back. It felt as if someone was beating her skull; that never happens with visions, but that aside, what did she just see? Wednesday began to make a hypothesis, clearly, this was past, not future, and this bullet wasn’t yours, but she couldn’t be sure if you fired the weapon, it was shot in some bird, but why was the bullet removed like that, layer by layer? What was that screaming?

The girl’s head was pounding, and before she left your room, she took the bullet, the papers. She wanted to find some type of DNA in the room, but her head said otherwise.

—————-

Something was wrong; your brain was triggering some sort of defensive reaction, and you didn’t understand what was triggering it. You’re trained to keep your brain in full control, to know when you’re being psychologically attacked, and currently, the right and left sides of your brain are disagreeing with something. Before you can get the problem fixed, you need to know the problem. That could wait though.

"I really need to train back home again." You muttered to the wind, and it raced past as if responding.

You smiled as you continued to walk along the side of a gravel road. This scenery wasn’t better than the woods with Wednesday; did you even look at the view when you were with Wednesday? What were you focused on?

This constant questioning of yourself was scaring you. Your family described you as a person, with no limits, but you had to be in control of your whole body, and recently you weren't. Maybe that’s why you're triggering a defensive response.

You stopped at a small home surrounded by flat, crop-growing land, knocking on the door before you looked yourself up and down. With a small smirk, you thought the outfit looked like a hitman in the winter decked out in dark, puffy clothes. Hey, it was close to the beginning of winter.

Once the door opened, a taller man, maybe 2 inches taller than you, greeted you with a grimace.

"Well, who the hell is you? Matrix-looking kid. All these damn new fashion trends." His accent was a deep Southern one.

You chuckled before speaking, "You, James Turner?" Your hands shuffled in that dark, puffy jacket, pulling out a picture of the man in front of you.

"Who’s asking?" He got closer to you, and smelled like booze.

You've shown him the photo now. "There’s a problem if someone did." You murdered someone, sir?" He could have the other night if your thesis was right.

"I ain’t kill nobody, did I?" Bingo. James started to get a little scared, you could read it off his body language.

"Well, I heard a complaint about some gunfire, and when I asked around for you, I heard you shot something." Part of that was a lie, you didn't really ask, just lots of tabs closing at a bar.

James looked like a child getting caught with their hand in a cookie jar; he was going to break. "Listen, somethin’ been stealing my animals. I was waiting to shoot it last night, then this big bird-like person dropped a sheep in the pen, and I shot at it."

Your face scrunched in confusion. "Why would you shoot something, dropping your sheep back off? And you said human-looking? You were going to just kill a person like that?" You took steps forward, and James kept backing up until both of you were in the house.

"I jus wan-tah to catch em’ , Ay I don’t even think that was them! Something else was killing my animals, it was green and-and-and large, eyes like a bug." Tsk tsk James, the hole he dug just kept getting bigger.

You were so close in his space that he tripped into a seat. "So you shot something that you wanted to catch even though it helped you; it wasn’t even the creature that was killing! What were you going to do, James? When you caught it, that is."

"I I I." He sure does stutter you noted, "I was gonna report it for stealing."

You gripped the table, did it crunch? James questioned. "What’s the story, Turner? You said it gave back…"

"You’re right It was, it was." He was sweating badly.

"Good, so you understand that you committed attempted murder? Correct?" Your voice was deathly low. "It can be a pretty hefty sentence, James."

He watched you move around his house, preparing a glass of water, before sitting across from him.

"I’m going to jail?" He looked on the verge of tears.

You paused before speaking, a clicking sound filled your silence. "Yes, if you refuse to comply with me." You took a long sip of water, making Turner wait in anguish. "Heard you’re gonna set up cameras around this place, I want you to set up cameras around the woods, set up baits, get as much footage of this killing creature as you can, and hand all of the footage, pictures, and what you baited with to me. Sound simple?"

"Course, anything yes, please, I jus don’t wanna go to jail." He nodded like a bobblehead.

"Perfect, and don’t think you can escape this; I've got all the information to make a court session last less than 10 minutes." You smiled and finished the glass. Quickly grabbing a pen and paper, you wrote one of your numbers and labeled it, 'Turn in footage work and info here'

"Cya round James Turner." And just like that, after scaring this older male, you left, walking back to Nevermore.

———————

This headache wanted to make Wednesday have a lobotomy or struck like Zeus to get Athena out. She could barely piece together the papers in front of her. Enid watched her struggle to work, pointing it out like always.

"What’s up with you? I feel like this is easy."

"My head has been in pain since I had that vision, usually that doesn’t happen," Wednesday explained as she moved the sheets and note cards around the board.

Enid knew that if the pain was really bothering her, this headache was something from hell. "Hm, do you want to take something? Or maybe take a break?"

"I did; it got worse." Wednesday's face barely scrunched as she spoke. "I don’t need a break either."

Thumps on the door broke the conversation; they both looked at each other, then Enid went to open it.

You stood there with a toothy grin and said, "Hey Sinclair, where’s Wednesday?"

"I don’t know if she would be up for a date, Y/n, she’s got a raging headache." Enid knew Wednesday stole from you, so she had to make somewhat of an excuse.

You paused for a second. "I, uhm, no, I’m not here for that, she has something I ne-"

Enid shut the door in your face and said, "They know!" Whisper yelling to the goth. All she did was nod and signal to let you in.

Enid slowly opened the door to let you in; once you did, Wednesday’s now migraine blared. She gripped the side table near her.

"Evening Addams, I’m guessing you know why I’m here." You walked closer to her, maybe 5 inches away from her now.

"Why," she paused to take a breath, "why do you have them?"

You raised a brow and said, "I could ask the same." You whispered, getting closer to her ear. "You can get in trouble if you have them; I know how to take care of them." Also, you have a vision?"

Wednesday wanted to make sure this wasn’t some fake whispering again, so she clutched the bottom of your shirt. For you, it seemed like desperation. She released you and went to take the papers.

"Yes." Wednesday handed the papers back. Just like that, the pain was gone, and she could think straight now.

"Doesn’t hurt anymore, does it?" This no-distance whispering with you was going to kill Wednesday; it made her feel sick again.

She slowly nodded, and with that, you backed up and said your goodbyes, then left.

So many holes—how did you know about the papers? Where have you been all day? How did the vision connect with the headaches? How did you fix it? What trouble did you mean? Why do you have those papers? What were you going to do with it? Her loud thinking was blocked.

"So no more evidence?" Enid asked.

"The bullet—I still have it."

"Well, it is like almost 12. Let’s look at it tomorrow. Also, who comes to someone’s door at 11? Also, what did she tell you? I couldn’t hear, over the sound of you two practically making out with each other's whispering. Wait a minute, you didn’t even whisper; you just nodded. What was that about? Whatever, that's a question for tomorrow. I’m too tired, night Addams." Enid threw herself onto her bed and crashed to sleep.

Wednesday, on the other hand, couldn’t do the same; she needed to get answers.

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the-halfling-prince · 28 days

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tell us about harlowwwww plz (if u feel like it)

Yessssssssss it's Harlow time BABEY. I'm just gonna throw out some completely not interconnected thoughts about various things from the series I don't think I've talked about yet.

Harlow Stormrage has a bad case of "I can fix him" syndrome and honestly considering the fact that she got the dude who hated her the most to be her ally in the first book, it's entirely understandable.

Harlow and Tiger's moms were like literally the best friends ever. Just two cool adventurer ladies who go on their little journeys and then like... Disappear never to be seen again.

There are multiple characters who originally were only gonna show up in the last two books but their characters were so flat. I just had them so I could have like... the people, if that makes any sense. But most of them I did create some book plots to throw in there and now they're some of my fave characters (y'all who know how much I love the Karlsson twins would think I was crazy for how they are barely there in the original plots. Holly and Eerikki Karlsson im so sorry)

Also sort of building off of that last point, the character of Harlow's dad was supposed to be like completely irredeemable in the first ideas of the book. He really sucked. And then he was supposed to die in the last book, not even as an act of heroic sacrifice. Just like... Oof he's dead. And it was supposed to be Harlow struggling with the fact that she missed and grieved him even though he was a shit dad. But when I added more than just the three books, I expanded on his character and I was like "okay I can work with this way better" and now he feels like a normal person. And based on how I wrote Harlow's mom, I don't think she would've married someone who was a complete and total asshole. Of course he does still make the god awful decision to disown Harlow at one point but then it's explained later, and while it's not excusable, it does make more sense as to why he did it. And after Tiger "dies" (he's fine. Could you imagine if he wasn't? Gosh that would've been awful if I had actually decided to kill him off. Let's just say y'all do NOT want to hear what I wrote for the original final scene of the books it's depressing as shit) Harlow's dad is way more human and sympathetic to his mourning child and like it's a whole thing where he finally sees her as a child.

Y'all I'm constantly reminding myself "oh yeah these characters are babies. What." Like when I started the books I was as old as Harlow in book one. Now I'm as old as like Careless in the last book. (Also I hated Careless when I was 12. Now he's my fave I love my archer son)

Y'all I need y'all to know the amount of characters that we're originally supposed to die in the last book but I got too attached. Like obvi there was Harlows dad and Tiger (Yeah weird literally why did I do that) but there was also like half of the mentioned adults (I was so ready to just invent some orphans and for why) and also Eerikki Karlsson. Who in this plot líne had like no part and there would've been no weight to his death because who even was that guy??? Anyway yeah I'm glad I got over that. 14 yo me just liked being edgy and torturing my readers ig.

Well that's all I've to say for now, thank you for your time

#I love love love when people ask me about Harlow (the.books and the character)#my posts #ask box #harlow series #If you have any other specific questions pls pls pls give them to me #Also I do still have that discord server. There's like four of us now

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oliviasecrets · 1 year

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This is life

Oh no

Those where my first words once I saw the headlines

“The new it girl taken?! “

“Kentucky Rapper and Y/N Y/L/N take on the red carpet”

“Your favorite model is now taken sorry guys better luck next time”

———————————————-

It’s the day after your new Calvin Klein line red carpet and oh boy what a hell of a day was coming for you

“Please Liv pick up please please”

The number you are calling is now available

Oh fuck me, okay I have to do something about this but first let me take a cold shower to really wake up from this nightmare

Sweet Disposition by the temper trap playing on the background while you were doing your post shower face routine, as you looked at yourself in the mirror you saw your younger self smiling at you a very important and vulnerable moment you had to snap out from thanks to the listing stoping cause someone was calling you

Incoming call from Jackman Harlow

Oh please not right now ughh!

You answered the call and you could hear a bit of a hectic noise coming from the other end

“Um hey y/n good morning” wow his morning raspy voice did something on you

“Good morning to you too Jack, how are you doing “

“Haha well I think I’m doing a bit better than you, you won’t guess who showed up to my room and pretty much tried to kill me”

“Oh no please don’t tell me it was Liv”

“Yeah, she’s still here just wanted to call you first make sure you’re okay”

“I appreciate it Jack but I’m not doing great I haven’t been feeling like myself lately and now all this mess it’s just too much to take in”

“Mess huh and I was waiting for a please Jack come and safe take me away from all of this please help me”

This boy will be the death of me “please do come and safe me”

“To be honest if it wasn’t for this crazy manager of yours I would be at your apartment right now it’s a bag of delicious bagels so we could talk about all this mess as you said”

“Why don’t you come then, I bet I’m worth getting in a little trouble”

“God y/n you really know to turn a guy on huh”

“Yeah it’s one of my many virtues plus you know what they say about models, we really know how to work our way into what we want”

“Send me your address I’ll be on my way in 5”

“See you soon jackman”

End of call

God I’m really good at faking shit, you thought while you did your famous fake smile while looking at the mirror, small tears coming down your left eye.

What did I get myself into

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Hiii i hope you’re liking my fic, I have so many ideas feel free to text me any ideas you have. It’s a small fic today but im just getting started

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kilbygrl · 2 years

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Could u do a part 2 of the miscarriage imagine where it’s been like 8 months or so since it happened and things start to go back to normal and the reader gets pregnant again and the baby is born healthy and you can decide the gender, and maybe where they also have like their rainbow baby’s ultrasound in the new baby’s nursery for a reminder and memory of her.

pairing: jack harlow x fem!reader

warnings: little talk about miscarriage, pregnancy, dad!jack, maybe some grammatical errors but forgive me for that.

read part one here

a/n: IM SO HAPPY ABOUT HAVING A PART 2! HOPE Y'ALL LIKE IT!!! <3

The worst day of your entire life was when you lost your first baby. You remember that there were times that you would wake up, and for a few seconds you didn’t remember about anything that was wrong, but as soon as you realized, you couldn’t breathe again. It took you almost two months to even talk with Jack how you guys intended to deal with this for the rest of your lives, but after a few talks, you decided to try again. You wanted a baby, as did him.

So, you two spend the next month making appointments and going to doctors to found out if there was something wrong with you, but turned out that it wasn’t, and the baby wouldn't survive, no matter what you did. For weeks, you felt like it was your fault. That you killed your baby. But it wasn’t, you didn’t do it. Now you were confident to try again, and you two did it.

“Why is it taking so long?” Jack asks you, shaking the test that you just did.

“Calm down, it takes like five minutes to show the results” you hug him from behind, looking at the test “Wait, I think I see something” you point to the stripe starting to show up.

“Two is pregnant? Yeah, right? Two is pregnant” you nod, starting to already crying when you see the two clearly stripes “We are pregnant, baby” Jack turns around, picking you up, just like the first time you were pregnant.

“We are!” you hug him back “Now we gotta do a blood test and an ultrasound and...” he interrupts you with a kiss.

“Don’t worry, darling. Everything is going to be fine” he hugs you even more thigh.

“I love you, J. Everything is going to be fine” you repeat.

“I love you more, ma. And our little one” you smile, cleaning his tears and kissing him one more time.

This time you two decided for good on having a close medical follow-up, and not telling anyone until you were 13 weeks pregnant, because it would be safer, according to your doctor. You two decide on doing the test to find out the baby sex when you were 10 weeks, no party or anything, just the two of you waiting for an email.

“She said 10AM baby, it’s 9:57” you tell Jack, who’s sitting beside you, reloading the page every five seconds.

“WAIT! I think is it” he points to the new email who just popped up.

He clicks on it, without you even have time to read the title. He scrolls down, looking for something.

“There’s just so many things to read, what the hell?”

“We all know you can’t read, J” he looks at you, rolling his eyes.

“Oh, shut up. You do it then” you take the computer of his hands, still scrolling and trying to read every line.

“It’s... We are having...” you say, after reading everything about the test “Oh my god, Jack. We are having another girl”

“Really? You’re not joking, right?”

“Why would I be joking, Jackman? I’m completely serious” and then, he starts crying, leading you to do the same.

“I can’t believe. We are having another baby girl. Always knew I was going to be a girl’s daddy” he hugs you, crying on your shoulder.

And then, you just spend the whole night discussing baby names, so happy you’re having another girl. Your first baby name was going to be “Julie”. You two had decided on it before you even find out that was going to be a girl. Was with “J” and Jack used to joke that they were going to be “J&J” forever. After everything happened, you still keep the ultrasound photos with her name under it. And when you turned 13 weeks pregnant, you two set up a family and friends' dinner to share the news. Literally no one knew besides you two and your doctors, and when it started to show, you just wore larger clothes.

“We have some news we would like to announce” Jack says, standing up in front of the big table and holding you besides him “You can say it, sweetheart” he whispers on your ear, while everyone is looking at you two.

“So... We are having a baby!” you say, as everyone has a shocked face “And it’s a baby girl” Jack holds your belly, making them see the baby bump.

“Her name is Iris, which is Greek for rainbow, since she’s our rainbow baby” and he kisses your head, smiling right after.

Everyone was just so happy, that they don’t even care about now telling them soon, and they understood the reasons. There was 25 weeks until your due date, so you spend it with Jack, who took a break from work to be with you the whole pregnancy. He was still working on some new music, but from home. You two went baby shopping, he went to the supermarket at midnight so many times just to buy anything you were craving, and you started decorating the new nursery, mostly doing it all by yourselves.

“Surprisingly, you did a great job with the crib, J” you tell him, finishing up organizing the baby clothes.

“Surprisingly? I nailed it!”

“Who knew you could follow a manual” you laugh, joking, while he hugs you from behind.

“Stop with the funny, mamas”

“The best thing of being preggo is making fun or you, baby”

“You shouldn’t! I’m your baby daddy”

“That’s what makes it even more fun. But I love you, J”

“I know baby. Love you even more” he kisses your face.

And then, you’re looking at the picture in one of the walls. The ultrasound of Julie, hanging there. Jack thought it was going to be a good idea having it there as a memory of her, and you agreed. Having her with you two all the time and with her new sister.

A few weeks later and everything was ready, just waiting to the little one to come out. Your belly was huge, heavy and you couldn’t stand up for long. Being the best baby daddy in the world, Jack was always massaging your feet, bringing you food and watching bad TV shows with you. And when you due date came, she was not late. That afternoon you felt water going down your legs, and your first reaction was scream Jack’s name.

“She’s coming” you tell him, already feeling the contractions become even more close.

“I’m going to the car” he says, dressing up a shirt and running outside.

“I GUESS YOU FORGOT ABOUT ME” you scream again, laughing.

“Baby, I’m sorry” he comes back to the room helping you to get up.

“Let’s just take this little thing out of me” he laughs at you, shaking his head.

The ride to the hospital wasn’t long. You were soon admitted and not an hour later the baby was already going out. Jack holds your hand the whole thing, as you feel the worst pain ever. But when you hear her crying, looks like everything it’s right in the world again. Jack just let go of your hand for a few minutes, to cut the umbilical cord.

“There you are, your beautiful and healthy baby girl” the nurse gives the baby to you.

You can’t do anything but cry. You hold her little hand, as Jack does the same with the other one. You never felt such a great love for anyone. She’s your dream coming true.

“Welcome to the world, Iris. It will be yours” you whisper to her, seeing the baby squirm.

“I love you two so much. My girls” Jack says, kissing your forehead.

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jackharlow Our rainbow baby girl is born. Welcome to the world, Iris Julia Harlow. We love you more than anything.

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Sharing is caring.

Warning: mentions of sexual intercourse and unprotected sex.

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You have been on tour with Jack and the team quite some time. That means all of you are pretty close, but specially Urban, Jack and you. Everytime you touch a new city the three of you go on little tours, go to clubs, little cafes and restaurants. So, you could say there's a lot of trust between you.

One night, the three of you being in yours and Jack's hotel room drinking and smoking, you started to play some drinking games you found online. One of them had to do with being honest about some things you probably would never be able to admit, at least not sober.

"Have you ever jacked off hearing someone else fuck?" - you read from your phone while laughing. You weren't that drunk, but you were already feeling very light and uninhibited.

"I have" - Urban said while letting go the smoke out of his body.

"What? Who did you hear?" - Jack asked surprised - "I think I haven't"

"I haven't either. I've only heard beds hitting the wall, that doesn't do anything to anyone" - you said - "So, Urb..."

Urban just laughed and took a sip of the rum bottle you were sharing.

"Bro, don't tell me..." - Jack said. Urban just looked at him and they started laughing.

"What? What?" - you asked. You weren't understanding.

"Baby, he has jacked off to us" - Jack said.

"WHAT?!?" - you yelled. You were mortified now - "Oh my God! We try to be quiet. Oh my God!"

"Relax. You're quiet most of the times but you have to understand that we live in a pretty small bus, and the bunkers are besides the room, so, sometimes I can hear some things" - Urban said trying to make you feel better, but that only made it worse.

"So that means the rest of the team has heard us. We're not fucking ever again, Harlow, I swear to God" - you said covering your face with your hands.

"Y/n, calm down. I'm the only one who has heard, I promise. And I know I look like the sick one now, but girl, you moan like if you were a porn actress"

"Bro, shut up" - Jack said laughing so hard. You fall back on the bed, where the three of you were sitting, and placed a pillow on top of your face - "but he's kinda right. And she also fucks like one, I swear"

"JACK!" - you yelled at him, hitting his bare back with your hand.

"Baby, that isn't a bad thing. You know how many guys can't say their girls are extremely good in bed and please them every time they are together? A lot. So believe me, I was blessed with you" - Jack said pulling you to make you sit again, but now you were sitting between his legs.

"Bro, shut up. I'm literally one of those guys. I haven't had a girl make me cum in so long" - Urban said sounding defeated.

"Besides my girl over here with her cute little moans" - Jack said in a very proud tone. You had to bury your face in his neck because you didn't want to look at Urban. You guessed he made a face or something, because he didn't say anything but Jack laughed.

There was a knock in the door, it was the room service bringing you another bottle and some candies you ordered. Urban got up to get them, while you and Jack stayed there in bed.

"Is it bad that now I want him to have a taste of how good you are?" - Jack whispered, making you feel relieved because that's exactly what you were thinking.

"Jack, you'd kill someone if they tried to at least kiss me"

"I know, I know, but with him is different. I would agree to it, I know he would take care of you just like I do and I know it wouldn't be weird after"

You didn't say anything. You didn't want to admit you wanted someone that wasn't your boyfriend, but your body was thinking different. Your panties were getting wet, your pupils were dilated and the way you were looking at Jack showed him you wanted the same he did.

When Urban went back to bed, he found you and Jack kissing like he wasn't there. There was something about the way you two connected that didn't make him feel weird, he actually couldn't move his eyes away from you.

"There are places where, yes, she enjoys being touched and caressed, but there are others that make her so horny. Like here, when I kiss her neck..." - he buried his face on your neck, and started licking and kissing softly. Then he got more excited and you could feel your skin getting red, and probably tomorrow there would be a few hickies, but you never cared about that. You knew how to cover them with make up, you were used to it. Your eyes were closed and your mouth was slightly open, letting out some soft moans. Feeling Jack's lips and tongue on your skin and Urban's eyes watching it unfold had you so horny already.

Jack continued after pulling again from your neck - "She also likes when I rip the clothes she's wearing" - there he took the fabric from the shirt you got from his luggage and ripped it apart, leaving you now wearing just some really tiny shorts. From the hips up you were completely naked. Urban could see now the nipple piercings he had only seen through a few of your shirts - "This shows her how much I want her, how I can't wait to have her completely naked and make her mine" - he helped you remove the now ruined shirt and started caressing your body with his finger tips. He stopped on your nipples, and started playing with them - "This are my favorite" - he said referring to the piercings - "they feel so good against my tongue".

You lifted your eyes and met with Urban's. His eyes looked so dark and it was clear as day the erection he had under his sweatpants. You could guess he wasn't wearing underwear.

"Now, lower is where I take my time. I love her legs, I love how thick and soft they are. I usually kiss them from her feet all the way up, but since we're in this position, I can't. So you can do it" - Jack told Urban, who looked at him, trying to figure out if it was some sort of joke.

"Urb, please do it" - you said in a deep raspy voice. You knew he needed that confirmation from you.

He took his time. He started kissing your feet, made his way up to your ankle, calves, knees. When he got to your thighs, Jack continued giving him instructions.

"Now, suck on her skin. Leave marks on her, make her remember tomorrow that the two of us were all over her tonight" - and Urban did as he was told. It wasn't much that was happening, but seeing his long hair between your legs, feeling Jack's heavy breathing and hard dick against your back had you moaning.

Urban looked up and saw you with your eyes closed, lips bitten and low deep moans coming out of the pretty lips he was dying to try.

"I bet you she's dripping underneath those shorts" - Jack said, hinting what he should do next, but Urban looked at you, waiting for your permission.

"Take them off" - you murmured while looking at him. When you felt his fingers on your hips before grabbing the fabric of your shorts, you felt your body shake, and your juices dripping further down.

He noticed you weren't wearing underwear and he murmured a low "fuck" when he saw how glossy it looked between your legs because of how wet you were.

"Fuck, she's so wet" - he told Jack.

"I know it looks beautiful but it tastes even better" - he said proud of his girl.

Again, Urban looked at you, waiting for your approval. You were feeling so needy and desperate at that point, you didn't need him being a gentleman - "Fuck, Urb, take me. Stop waiting for permission and do whatever he tells you to do, just fucking do something" - you basically yelled at him, making Jack laugh in that deep laugh he always had when he was horny and ready to fuck you.

Urban dived in between your legs like a professional swimmer. He licked between your thighs and then moved more to the middle, playing with his tongue on your clit.

"Urban!" - you moaned his name. He remembered all those nights he heard you say Jack's name from the other side of the wall, but now it was his name. He was the one making you desperately say those words and just that thought could make him cum, but he knew he needed to last for you.

Now he felt freer to do whatever he wanted, with the permission you and Jack gave him, so he grabbed your legs and opened them wide, giving him more room to work his mouth.

"Fuck, Jack, his tongue feels so good" - you murmured at your boyfriend, while pulling his face towards you and kissing his lips, showing him how horny you were. It made him feel good that, even though another man was making you that desperate, you still wanted to have him.

"I can tell how good he's making you feel, baby" - he whispered when you let go of his lips to properly moan and breath. Urban stopped playing with just your clit, and went a little bit lower, now playing on your entrance, moving his tongue up and down. You had one hand behind you, buried in Jack's curls, and now you placed the free one between Urban's long hair, pushing him against you, making him fuck you with his tongue.

"Holy shit, I'm gonna cum" - you moaned with your eyes closed, pushing Urban deeper into you and Jack into your lips. With them eating you out in different ways you let yourself go, moaning on your boyfriend's lips and shaking against his body.

You let go of Urban's hair and he sat between your legs.

"She does taste so good, man" - Urban told Jack. His lips looked so glossy, and you loved tasting your own juices, so you pulled him from his shirt and kissed him. There you helped him take off his shirt and pulled back for that. While he was tossing it somewhere in the room, you moved your face to the side and kissed Jack. When Urban was ready to keep going, he started kissing your neck and made his way down to your nipples.

"They do feel good against your tongue" - Urban said, talking about your piercings.

"I would never lie to you, bro" - Jack couldn't hold it anymore, so you needed to change positions.

Now Urban was laying on his back, in the middle of the bed, while you were in all fours on the edge, with Jack behind you already naked, rubbing his dick all over your wet holes.

"Jack, please" - you begged looking over your shoulder.

He spanked your ass hard, you didn't need to look to know his hand was imprinted on your skin - "Don't call me Jack. You know better than that"

"I'm sorry, daddy. I do know better, but please, stop teasing me" - you were on the verge of tears. You were desperate for him.

"What does my slutty pretty baby wants?" - he asked looking into your eyes, while rubbing his dick on the entrance of your pussy.

"I need you to fuck me, I need to feel you inside of me" - you weren't done talking when he was already slamming your hole, the one that took him so good. You were so used to every piece of each other's body, and your bodies needed each other all the time.

"Now suck his dick, he needs it. Do you see how hard you're making him?" - Jack told you. You turned your head to face Urban and Jack was right. His dick was so hard and his precum dripping from his tip. You started licking on his hard dick, not because Jack told you, but because you truly wanted to do it. Urban started moaning and caressing your hair, wanting to push you to take him completely in your mouth, but he wouldn't do that, not yet. He wanted you to be comfortable.

You started taking his dick, slowly but surely you were taking more and more of him. You wanted to tease him, to play with him, that's why you were being as slow as you could, even though Jack was slamming you so hard.

"Your lips look so good around my cock" - he murmured, hipnotized by what was happening in front of him.

"She does look pretty with a cock in her mouth. Wait until you see your cock disappear into one of her holes" - Jack said, still pounding you.

By the way he was giving it to you, and holding onto your skin, you knew he was about to cum - "Fill me, daddy, give me that load" - you were now looking at him, getting even more wet at the sight of him filling you so deep.

"Fuuck" - he moaned - "You take me so fucking good, baby" - he whispered leaning down, resting his chest on your back, kissing and softly bitting on your right shoulder - "You want to fuck my girl, Urb?" - Jack asked him, while still being inside of you.

"Fuck, yes" - he answered.

"Not without cumming in my mouth first" - you told him before taking him back deep against your throat. Jack pulled out, making you moan, and laid besides his best friend, watching the show you were giving them. You didn't make too much of an effort, he was already hanging of a thin thread. In just a few minutes, he was holding tight into your hair, pushing you to not let the slightest bit of his cock uncovered by your mouth.

He couldn't even give you a warning. He came so much and the feeling of his load hitting your throat only worked as fuel for you to have more energy to fuck those two guys.

Urban's dick was still so hard, like he didn't just came, so you climbed on top of him and let his dick slip into your pussy, making the two of you moan deeply and loudly.

You bounced on top of him while leaning to kiss his lips. Jack, right next to you, was slowly jerking off.

"Fuck, I'm not wearing a condom" - Urban said. You knew, you just didn't care.

"She's on the pill and I trust you're clean" - Jack told him.

While bouncing on top of his friend, you leaned to now kiss your boyfriend, the one who devoured your lips.

"Daddy, I want you in my ass" - you begged Jack, looking at him with those eyes he could never say no to, specially no to that. He immediately stood, you stopped bouncing on Urban's lap and using the mix of juices that were covering you, he slowly sticked his cock in you.

"Fuck, fuck, fuck" - you cried. You never had two guys inside of you. Everything you were doing that night was a first, at least for you.

"I know, baby, just relax, I'll go slow" - Jack told you while caressing your back with his big hand.

You leaned to kiss Urban, to take your mind off the pain and uncomfortable feeling. A few seconds later, you had both of their dicks buried deeply inside of you, there you started moving up and down on Urban again.

The three of you were moaning for the following couple of minutes, until your moans became messy words, the three of you announcing you were about to cum.

At the same time, you could feel Urban's load hitting the walls of your pussy and Jack's filling your ass. You came so hard, falling on Urban's hold while shaking and moaning.

Jack pulled out of you and you fell into Urban's side. You were in the middle, with them kissing your neck and lips.

"You're incredible, baby, I love you so fucking much" - Jack murmured on your lips, making you smile.

"I love you too" - you answered him.

"You truly are amazing, y/n. Thanks for letting me participate, guys" - Urban said making you all laugh.

"Sharing is caring" - you said before having Jack pull you out of bed, take you in his arms and place you under the warm shower. That was a ritual for you two; always making a mess but helping each other clean it. Jack loved fucking you, making love to you, but he also loved the after care. Washing your body, making sure you were feeling good and comfortable.

When you got out of the shower, Urban was already gone, probably taking a shower in his own room.

"You're fucking amazing" - Jack told you while you were resting on his chest, already laying comfortably in the hotel bed.

"I know" - you answered with a tired smile and kissed his lips before passing out until late into the next day.

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whyse7vn · 1 year

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RUMOURS -

[ot7 x reader]

3D OUT NOW!

8 participants - 8 online

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tae: guys be honest am i puppy coded

jin: you are rat coded

tae: no i’m not guys tell him i’m not

jk: cheese

hobi: GUYS DID YOU SEE THE STATEMENT BIGHIT JUST PUT OUT FOR THE Y/N AND YOONGI DATING RUMOURS???????

jimin: the what?

jk: THE WHAT?

tae: arf?

jin: you can’t force the puppy lifestyle

tae: you don’t know anything

guys tell him he knows nothing

jimin: were they not just fighting like???

namjoon: they made a statement about it?

tae: but bighit denied it right?

jk: RIGHT?

hobi: THATS THE CRAZY PART

jimin: no fucking way

jk: STOP LYING

namjoon: but they were literally just in a meeting about it?

like i’m not joking like 10 minutes ago they were in the conference room

they had to deny it no?

jk: RIGHT TELL HIM NAMJOON

namjoon: unless theyre actually together

jk: nO NO

NOT TRUE

TRUST ME

hobi: Hello.

This is BIGHIT MUSIC.

We would like to inform our fans that we as a company do not control relationships our artists may engage in.

This is in relation to the recent rumours concerning BTS SUGA and Y/n.

As this is a matter that concerns our artists personal lives we can not confirm or deny these rumours.

We ask that fans to respect both artists privacy and remind you that our company will spare no effort in providing legal support for our artists if it is needed.

We ask you for your continued love and support for both SUGA and Y/n and and a reminder that fellow BTS member Jungkook releases his solo single “3D” featuring Jack Harlow on September 29th.

IS THIS NOT INSANE

jin: the jungkook plug at the end???

jk: SO ITS NOT TRUE

THEY ARE NOT TOGETHER

namjoon: oh

tae: they could be

jimin: @ y/n @ yoongi wya

are you together? be honest

y/n: hiiiiiiiiiiii

jk: hiiiiiiiiiiiiii

yoongi: hello

jk: kill yourself

tae: babe tell me why you didn’t tell them to deny it

look me in the eyes

tell me the truth baby it’s just you and me

namjoon: we are in a gc

tae: you and me angle

jin: do you mean angel you fucking idiot

tae: baby 🥺

who is this man??

namjoon: i am curious tho

why didn’t you deny?

y/n: no point

tae: the point is we are in love

hobi: ok but are you together?

yoongi: who knows

jimin: obviously you fucking stupid bitch

jin: he wanna be mysterious so bad 😭

jk: this is not true

i won’t accept this

I WONT

namjoon: soooo

yoongi: it’s lowkey true anyways

namjoon: it is?

tae: IT IS???????

jk: NOT

IT IS NOT TRUE

THATS WHAT HES SAYING

yoongi: that is not what i’m saying

jimin: ur officially together?

y/n: we are not

yoongi: yet

y/n: yoongi!!!

yoongi: :3

jin: ew ok i want to throw up

hobi: i can’t stand you guys already

tae: i’m in a wheelchair actually

thanks a lot guys

namjoon: ok

jk: NOT OK

jimin: so scoups wasn’t the one for you then?

or mingyu?

jungkook???

or that san guy

not even minho????

i liked minho

shownu?

OH what about the young one

what was his name again

OH MARK

what happened to mark?

hobi: OMG WHAT ABOUT BAEKHYUN????

tae: YOU FUCKED WITH BAEKHYUN AND NOT ME??

WHEN

TELL ME WHEN

PLEASE DONT TELL ME IT WAS IN THE 2014-2016 TIMELINE

PLEASE PLEASE PLEASE

IT WAS WASN’T IT

OH MY GOD IM GONNA THROW UP

THROWING UP AS I TYPE

BELHHHHHHHH 🤮🤮🤮🤮🤢🤢🤢🤢🤢🤢🤢🤢🤢🤮🤢🤮🤮🤮🤮🤢🤢🤢🤢🤮🤮🤮🤮🤮🤮🤢🤢🤢🤢🤢🤮🤢🤮🤮

namjoon: shut the fuck up

y/n: leave me alone

half of that list is a lie anyways

i am not a whore!

jimin: lowkey a lie but ok!

namjoon: jimin

jimin: what???

i still support my queen like yess you go girl catch flights not feelings or whatever the girls are saying these days

jin: y/n how do you not have like stds ?

yoongi: wtf is wrong with you

y/n: CUz IM NOT A WHORE

i don’t just fuck anybody

jimin: lied again cuz wtf is jungkook?

hobi: dead by now

probably

y/n: kook is special don’t be mean

jk: hehe i am >.<

hobi: what did i fuck did i tell you about heheing in this gc

jk: srry

jin: jungkook needs to be like deeply studied like he’s actually not fucking right and it’s scary

i’m scared

like how are you ignoring the fact that the girl you in love with is in your face basically claiming another man

and not just any man literally one of your closet friends

like the fact you can forget all of that after one compliment from her is insane

you are insane

jk: no i’m special tell him y/n

y/n: my special boy <3

jk: HEHEHEHEHHEHEHEHEHEHEHEHEHEHEHDHEHEHEHEHEHEHEHEHEHEHEH

yoongi: we are not close friends btw

y/n: don’t start

yoongi: :3

tae: ok idc can you deny the rumours now

jk: PLEASE

yoongi: no

namjoon: as much as i for what ever you guys have got going on i really think you should deny the rumours

yoongi: no

jk: YEAH

WOOO PUT UR FOOT DOWN JOON

TELL HIM

WOOO WOOO

I LOVE KIM NAMJOON

tae: ???

why are you for what they have going on please pick a fucking side namjoon you cannot be the middle man

namjoon: can you guys shut up for 2

seconds

tae: 1

jungkook say 2

jk: 2

tae: we did

namjoon: you really didn’t

hobi: JUNGKOOK YOU HEHEED AGAIN YOU BETTER STOP ONE MORE TIME AND ILL GET PHYSICAL

jk: i’m sorry 😢

namjoon: anyways as i was saying i think it would be better to deny the the rumours now for y/ns sake she gets enough hate as it is and this will really only add to it

jimin: wait ur kinda right my poor girl :/

tae: i can give her love dw

come into my arms baby

cum 2 me

yoongi: kill yourself

jk: ILL PROTECT YOU Y/N

y/n: means the world jk

jk: AHHHHHHH :DDDDDDDD

yoongi: he’s lame

y/n: don’t

yoongi: :3

y/n: and thank you for ur concern joonie but i’m literally in a dating scandal every other week there’s honestly no point the hate was bound to come anyways

and plus the love out weighs the hate so i’m sosososo good

namjoon: i don’t believe you but ok

hobi: LMAOOOO

sorry not funny

tae: weak ass fucking leader ohmy god

where is ur sense of authority

where is ur dominance?

hobi: stop talking

y/n: we do not want to hear ur furry talk

tae: THAT IS NO WAY TO TALK TO YOUR ALPHA YOUNG LADY

now come here let me scent you

hobi: actually end your life

y/n: please

yoongi: come over

jin: geez buy me dinner first

jimin: fat bitch

jin: im literally gonna put this on twitter and get you cancelled

jimin: noooo not to ur 13 followers my career is done for i’m telling you

hobi: what’s ur eta what’s ur eta

jk: idk et sorry

and also idk who a is either

i’m sorry

hobi: LEAVE ME ALONE

jk: i said i was sorry

i hope u find them

hobi: i have a gun to ur head in my mind rn

jk: don’t shoot 😂

wrong emoji

*🥲

PLEASE I HAVE A FAMILY

jimin: of lice

jin: omg rice sounds so good rn

jimin: i said lice wow ur actually fat

jin: NAMJOON TELL HIM HES BEING PROBLEMATIC

namjoon: jimin ur being problematic

jimin: namjoon tell him he’s being big

namjoon: go away please

tae: ok why have the rumours not been denied

y/n: why are we back to this

yoongi: she wants me that’s why

jk: NO

NO TRUE

ARE YOU HER SPECIAL BOY

YOU ARE NOT

BECAUSE I AM

AND I HAVE PROOF

SO SHUT THE HELL UP

yoongi: thats cool and all but where are your dating rumours?

jk: SHUT THE HELL UP SHUT THE HELL UPPPPPPPP

y/n: stop being losers

jk: i’m in love with you

yoongi: :3

jin: insanity

tae: yoongi say something for me rq

yoongi: no

tae:

hobi: HELPPPPOO

jimin: LMAO

y/n: PLS

yoongi: ur actually a child and i do not use light mode so this just looks stupid

jin: was still funny with dark mode

yoongi: no it wasn’t

tae: it was

everyone laughed

don’t be mad i made everyone laugh

cuz u know u could NEVER

yoongi: namjoon didn’t laugh

tae: namjoon isn’t even a man

namjoon: ???

jk: i use light mode

jimin: what

jin: omg

hobi: ew

yoongi: as expected

tae: bro

y/n: kookie…

jk: IS THAT BAD OHMYGOD IS IT BAD HOW DO I CHANGE IT?? IS THAT BAD

AM I A BAD PERSON

I AM

I KNOW I AM

I SHOULD BE LOCKED UP

THEY NEED TO LOCK ME UP

PLEASE LOCK ME UP

NO JUST KILL ME

JUST KILL ME AND LET ME ROT

NO TORTURE ME

MAKE SURE IT HURTS REAL BAD

AND THEN LIKE

COOK BAM INFRONT OF ME AND MAKE ME EAT HIM AS I BEG YOU ALL TO STOP AND I START THROWING UP

THEN CHOKE ME UNTIL I CANT BREATE AND WATCH AS THE LIFE SLOWLY LEAVES MY EYES

namjoon: what the fuck

y/n: what did bam do

tae: that’s pretty messed up

jin: are you ok?

jimin: …

yoongi: fucking freak

hobi: woah

jk: punish me

namjoon: clam down

jk: please

y/n: crazy!

jk: kiss me

i know i don’t deserve it but kiss me

yoongi: go away

tae: kiss me

jk: NO

tae: ngl i’m sick of hoseok guys

hobi: what did i do

tae: leave me alone

hobi: i’m literally having sex with ur mother rn

tae: OMG????

PLS NO

namjoon: both of you just shut up please

hobi: you saw how he came for me for no reason and ur telling me to shut up??

are u fr rn…

i feel so betrayed rn

jimin: horny rn

y/n: gross

jimin: come fix it

yoongi: shut the fuck up

jk: DON’T SPEAK TO HER LIKE THAT

namjoon: i have a headache

jin: shut the hell up

namjoon left “3D OUT NOW!!”

y/n: wow jin

jk: namjoon :(

jimin: jin wtf did you do

hobi: what the hell seokjin

tae: ofc it was jin

yoongi: big jin L

jin: IT WASN’T MY FALUT

HE WAS WHINING LIKE A BITCH

jk: you should apologise

tae: bully

y/n: poor joonie

jimin: say sorry

hobi: always so mean for no reason

yoongi: 👎🏻

jin: u guys are actually not right in the head leave me alone

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babyharleezy · 2 years

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Nah cause now I want a fic based of the walk-in talkie shit 💀😭 with jack

jack and urban as roommates

(platonic jack harlow x urban wyatt x reader)

bloo's notes: okay so this is based off of the fact that jack and urban bought walkie talkies so they could communicate with each other instead of walking to each other's rooms. not sure how i feel about this one. anyway here's the link.

tag list: @creme-delacreme @blackenedsunflowers @creme-delacreme @harlowcomehome @sealpuptrash @wittyjasontodd @moody4world @thinkingaboutjharlow

"y'all are so fucking lazy" you scoffed at the two kentuckians standing in front of you. they were currently opening a box that consisted of three walkie talkies. "we got you one too" urban said excitedly. "why the hell would i need one when i have legs, so i can walk into your room at any given moment?" you question. "oh come on y/n stop being a party pooper" jack says as he rolls his eyes. urban hands you a walkie talkie and you snatch it out of his hands and tell them that you're going to take a nap.

a few hours passed by and the house was quiet...too quiet for your liking. you decided to get out of bed and go see what the boys were up to. before you could even get out of bed you heard the walkie talkie go off. jack's voice filled your room. "y/n i'm hungry" he whined. you picked up the walkie talkie, "okay what would you like me to do about it jackman" you sassed. "yooo i'm hungry too" urban yelled through the walkie talkie. "whatever, meet me in the kitchen in 5 seconds" you said before running downstairs. y'all ended up making french toast, well you made french toast because god knows these boys can't cook for shit.

the walkie talkie's actually came in handy and they were used on a regular basis. one night you were going downstairs to grab some water when you came across a spider. you immediately froze. you couldn't walk through the door because the spider was blocking your way and you were terrified of spiders. you slowly reached for the walkie talkie that was laying on your bed. "guys, we have a problem" you whispered. immediately jack responded, "what's wrong?" "spider" you breathed out. "urb that's all you man, i killed the last spider for her" jack said as he let out a soft chuckle. "alright i'm on my way y/n don't worry" urban groaned as he made his way to your bedroom to squash the bug. "thanks urb" you said, bringing him into a hug.

later in the night, jack used to walkie talkie to yell at urban. "urban, wake your ass up. why the hell are you snoring so loud". urban was a heavy sleeper and snored almost every night. you got used to it but jack didn't. you had woken to the sound of jack's voice, but urban didn't. "urban, man wake up bro. stop snoring so loud. people are trying to sleep too" jack said again. "huh, i'm not snoring" urban responded, in a groggy voice. "shut the fuck up" you grumbled into the walkie talkie. "okay grumpy damn" the boys said in unison. "huh, weren't you the one just- you know what forget it. good night" you managed to say before falling into a deep slumber once again.

the walkie talkie's ended up being lots of fun and very useful. 10/10 recommend.

#urban wyatt #jack harlow concepts #jack harlow imagine #urban wyatt imagine #jack harlow #jack harlow x reader #jack harlow fluff #jack harlow fanfic #jack harlow x you #urban wyatt fic #urban wyatt concept #urban wyatt x reader

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ixchel-sketch · 3 years

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So I wanted to join the bandwagon and list my favorite Ice Planet Barbarians books since I used my KU trial to read like...most of them tbh lol And Ive noticed my faves are different than the popular choices

1) LILA & ROKAN

A disabled character who isn't magically fixed by the khui? Sign me tf up. Because of this she notices things about the local wildlife that ends up saving their asses and also fuck Hassen for being Big Dumb and thinking she cries too much. I would cry for days if someone kidnapped me from my sibling on an alien planet too. Rokan's "knowing" sense is super fun too. Also that none of the humans seems to believe it's a thing (until later). You're gonna tell me that the khui can give someone healing powers but not a little foresight? Lol okay then. But yeah I loved these two so much.

2) ARIANA & ZOLAYA

I didn't expect to like this one as much as I did. But dealing with anxiety and panic attacks on an alien planet would definitely suck ass. And everyone seems to judge her for dealing with trauma with crying and being emotional. Except Zolaya, who can tell that she's upset even when she pretends to be ok and is determined to help her cope. Like. I love him, best guy. He even distracts the others when she has a panic attack so they won't notice. Their story is super cute, I didn't even mind it was told in flashback style.

3) ASHA & HEMALO

OMG hit me with that angst. I love it, I want it. And nothing gets those feels going quite like a second chance romance after a lost child. Neither of them had time to learn to communicate with each other (except maybe like those two years while Asha was pregnant? I guess they were happy?) so their relationship fell apart in the mourning process. But bonding over a lil metlak baby? So cute. This story had just enough feels that it stuck out as one of my top 3, which also surprised me.

4) HARLOW & RUKH

OH GOD HE'S NAKED.

I have some qualms with how Rukh and Harlow met, like any occasionally sane modern woman. The caveman bonk & drag is not sexy, the whole point of the euphemism is that it's not an okay way to act. But damn did I love this book. I didn't know taming a wild man was THAT high on my list of fantasies but damn did Ruby Dixon lock onto my problematic tarzan dreams and target this story at me. I wasn't a HUGE fan of the time skip in the book but I get it, especially when they were alone together for over a season as opposed to the few weeks that the others had spent alone. In any setting other than not hoth or like, 10,000 BCE I would say nopppe, but in this series Harlow & Rukh are one of my faves.

5) STACY & PASHOV

AGAIN

Give me the angst!

Pashov survives a terrible injury but can't remember his mate and baby? Sign.me.up. I also like that his memory issue isn't magically healed completely by the end of the book. There's no big rush of complete memories that fixes everything. They have to emotionally recover from those lost years and find a new way to move forward which kills me in the best way. Also I kinda love how Stacy is happy cooking for the tribe and fell into sa-khui mated life kinda easily, which makes it just that much more sad when their life gets turned upside down. Last place on the list because their baby's name is Pacey. Like. C'mon Ruby. Apparently the Not-Hoth couples have the shared braincell of Stephanie Myers when it comes to naming the next generation but whatever. We all have faults.

#ice planet barbarians #ruby dixon #ipb

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heavyhitterheaux · 2 years

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“A title that I embrace. I can’t stand his ass and how he did the both of you. Wait until I get my hands on him. Send me the time and place I WANNA WHOOP SOME ASS TO!! & and I’ll even record 🤭

“Hmm, you are tall. She wasn’t lying about that part. But I will bring you to my height if I have to. Anyway she’s still sleeping, take care of my girl. Nice meeting you in person finally, I guess.”I love how she told his ass off before they even met IRL 😭 like YESSS BITCHHH LET THAT HOE KNOW U AINT PLAYIN ABT YO GIRL!!

“Well if things had gone a bit differently, she wouldn’t have had to do that. But anyway, moving on.” TELL HIM!! Jess took it lightly HE LUCKY HE AINT GET HIS WHITE ASS BEAT!

"You've seen the latest sonogram. Only thing she might have is your forehead.” God bless YN’S VAGINA 😌 THAT BABY BIG HEAD FINNA TEAR IT TF UP 😭

"But babe…" Boy don’t babe her, you lucky she even thinkin abt it and not js sayin NO FUCK U!

"I'm not trying to have this turn into an argument." Jack said while looking at you. It don’t seem like it JACKMAN 😑

Jess, I haven't felt her move in two days." Please don’t make me cry, REE I CANT DO THIS TODAY 😭

"But you know what I've noticed? Any time we're in Atlanta he disappears for days at a time and he used to not do that. So I'm thinking if anything that's where he's going." Jack is soooo fuckin dumb, like did you rlly think they wouldn’t notice 😒

"Family emergency. Something's wrong with Clay." Honey just stop lyin 😐

Jack- He's fine. Will stay with my parents for a few days. This is really really embarrassing for you Jackman 😕

"His location is saying that he is at the hospital."THIS IDIOT DIDNT TURN HIS LOCATION OFF?!?! Jack did you wanna get caught?? Cause like sir wtf

"Thank you and almost 7 months." H- h- HOLD THE FUCK UP 6 MONTHS THIS WHITE BOY HAS BEEN HIDING THIS FOR NEARLY 7!MONTHS?? I’m thinking maybe 3, 4 if I wanted to push it. BUT SHES ABT TO POP AND THIS BOY STILL HASN’T TOLD ANYONE!? Is he fucking mental 🤨

“He really wasn’t even there for the first four.” You heard Jess mutter, but Clay heard her. WAIT WAS THIS ADDRESSED IN OTHER PARTS & I DONT REMEMBER?? Cause now I’m pissed off all over again 😕

“Jess, please stop throwing me under the bus.” If you wasn’t bullshitin there would be nothing to throw

“They checked on her and said she’s fine, and that she really was sleeping. I just don’t ever remember her sleeping for that long. Like I said, any time she hears his voice, she’s active.” She said I’m tired of my daddy’s shit, wake me up when it’s my time to come out & he stop playin games ✌🏽

“Nope, they were friends with benefits and they met on the Creme De La Creme tour in Atlanta and have been fucking ever since.” Okay damn just put they business out they like that 😭

OKAY PART 2 COMING!!

Jess plays absolutely NO games with him and she'll probably continue to threaten him on a daily basis 😭

Yes he has been hiding her for that long!

The first 4 he was being an ass and started to act like he had some sense in the middle of month 5

Clay was just like... do not include me in your shenanigans lmao

Urban knows Jack like the back of his hand and knew something was wrong the entire time

Oh yeah baby girl is definitely tired of him acting absolutely wild and she is not here for it

And just because Jack designed the cute nursery means nothing lol she is still on the fence about living with you lol

#awhore4moree

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rason-rodd · 4 years

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The Boy Who Didn’t Like Christmas - Jason Todd x Reader

Summary: You decide to surprise Jason with a Christmas tree but things don’t go as planed. Did he really just call you a friend?

Warning : Fluff, Humor, Slight Angst

Author’s note: A new Bat-Christmas one shot, this time with Jason (the last one will be with Dick). I tried to make Reader as general neutral as possible. Hope you’ll like it

“You’re clearly not from the Hill … or the Narrows.” You were pretty certain the rebuke would have hurt ten times more if Dana Harlowe had said everything she was keeping well hidden in her badass heart. But there was no need to say more. It was clear she didn’t hold you close to her heart. To her, you were the pain in the ass from Uptown Gotham, the one who certainly knew nothing about striving to get out of the dirt and who had certainly always get what she wanted by simply twitching her nose. In a nutshell, everything she was happy not to be. But you had one thing in common. Or at least, one person. Jason Todd. Dana had known him for over a decade. You had known him for a couple of months. But you as well as she had learned to deeply care about him, except that one of you had let things go way beyond friendship quite a couple of times. That one being you. “I was just suggesting bringing Jason a Christmas tree to decorate his apartment, Dana. That’s it.” You tried to defend yourself as you buried you hands in your pocket. “And how many times should I tell you that Jason hates Christmas?” You sighed as you both could barely keep your annoyance to yourself anymore. “No one really hates Christmas.” “So what you’re going to show up to his place with a goddamn tree, all dolled up, flutter your eyelashes and hope he won’t be mad at you?” You shrugged. “That’s an idea”

***

And Dana hadn’t been able to stop you. So, one Sunday afternoon you showed up to Jason’s place with a bag filled with brand new Christmas decorations and a heavy tree that had made you sweat streams to carry in the old staircases and, with a tired sigh, you rang at Jason’s door. He opened it without waiting or looking through the spyhole, apparently not thinking (or caring) about the possibility of a lunatic waiting on his doorstep with a deadly weapon. “You know I could have been a very angry elf with a gun. You should use that little peephole” “ Y/N” He looked astonished to see you here, especially with all that Christmas stuff “I…” “By the way, you should also write your co-ownership trustee and ask for an elevator. Yours stairs are a living hell.” You declared to make sure he wouldn’t have time to realise or protest against what you were planning to do. “Give me a hand, would you?” You asked as you tried to drag the tree by the crown inside the apartment, sprinkling the ancient wooden floor with pine needles. “Explain.” Jason demanded as he helped you carry the Christmas tree to the corner of his living room and erect it. “There! Perfect.” You clapped your hands, proud that the tree was still looking good despite the mistreatment you have given it and also because it was standing in Jason’s apartment, contradicting all of Dana’s sayings that “a Christmas tree will never cross Jason Todd’s doorstep”. “Suck it, Dana!” “Alright. You’re weird today. What’s with the tree?” Jason’s face seemed a bit twisted, as he didn’t know if he should smile or be worried. “Next week, it’s Christmas. You can’t celebrate Christmas without a Christmas tree.” He frowned, definitely looking for the right words in his beautiful yet tortured head of his to be sure he would not kill your excitement or hurt your feelings. “Y/N. I wasn’t planning on celebrating Christmas this year.” “I know. Dana told me about you being Scrooge Jr.” You joked, not caring at all, as you opened the plastic bag full of decorations to empty it on the couch. “That’s a bit overstating things.” Jason scratched his head. He had never heard anyone compare him to Dicken’s famous character. “I mean. Not liking Christmas doesn’t make me a miserly bitter old man.” “Were you planning on spending Christmas alone sitting on your couch with cold noodles, watching Netflix and calling Christmas humbug?” He waited before answering, trying to see how he could debunk you little argument. But there was no way. “Not Netflix. Cutthroat Kitchen.” “Oh my god. You’re Scrooge.” You sighed, exasperated before showing a beautiful transparent Christmas ball with little snowflakes inside. “Look how cute!” Your enthusiasm made him smile discreetly but not discreetly enough to go unnoticed. “I guess there’s no way I’m gonna stop you, right?” You shook your head. “You can still try but no. I’m going to give you some Christmas spirit, choke you with it if I must and I won’t leave this place until you love it. And mark my word, I will use string lights if needed” You threatened as you showed him the lights. “You would really tie me up to the tree? You know BDSM is not my thing.” “ No I would tie myself to the tree. Because as much as I know you can throw that tree away once I’m gone, I’m sure you won’t be able do so if I’m tied to it.” “And why so?” He smirked, curious to know your reason. “Cause you like me too much.” Was he really an open book? He never thought so but there was something with you, something weird and unusual that could make him act in strange ways. Perhaps was he getting soft. “And also, because you wouldn’t get my very special gift if you kick me out.” Jason squinted and you played with your eyebrows as you bit your lower lip so that he would get the naughty message. That eventually made him laugh and he tried to remember when was the last time he thought sexy could be funny. “Ah. The things I would do for you.” He kissed the top of your head softly, making your shiver and close your eyes and for a second you tried to resist the sudden urge to catch him by the neck and kiss him on the lips. Not that he would have minded, you thought. But there was a difference between occasional sex and displays of affection. “Let’s do this. Before you decide to make me sing Mariah Carey.” “Oh …” You pretended to think about the idea with a finger over your lips. “Don’t push it.”

And so you ended up decorating the Christmas together, laughing and chatting about some random stuff until you dared ask. “Why don’t you like Christmas?” Jason froze for a moment and you saw him close his eyes to take a deep breath. “Well it’s difficult to like Christmas when you’ve got a family like mine.” He finally declared as he hung a Christmas ball on a branch. “You mean Bruce …” You supposed though you were not sure of you should continue this conversation. “If only there was just Bruce.” You decided to be quiet when you noticed his sudden bitterness but he chose to keep talking. “I never had a proper Christmas as a kid. When mum wasn’t completely stoned on the bathroom floor, dad was in jail. And when we were finally together, well … Let’s say Christmas spirit wasn’t something the Todd family knew about.” “I’m sorry.” You said, wondering if you should hug him or at least caress his arm as a sign of comfort. “Don’t be. Plus, it’s not like I cared that much about Christmas as a kid anyway.” You could tell it was a lie, a huge bad lie only made to mask some deep-rooted wound, a lie Jason had learned by heart as if it was a mere line and had probably served to anyone around him for as long as he could remember. It wasn’t hard to guess. You just had to see how hurt he looked deep down in his beautiful tortured eyes. “I mean, there are other days to offer gifts.” “Sure.” You had a light smile and you focused again on the decoration of your tree. “But I appreciate what you’re doing, Y/N” “By what I’m doing, you mean … making you celebrate the event you hate the most without complaining?” You tried to joke. “That.” He chuckled. “And being a good friend.” A friend? Was friend really the right word? Well, maybe … in a way … or not. After all, what friends occasionally end up fucking when the sexual tension becomes too hard to handle? “I know you’re doing this because of your permanent worry about me. But you don’t need to worry. I’m fine.” “I’m sure you are.” You sighed and Jason caught your hands in his. “Hey. I’m a tough guy. I’ve got thunder thighs and sharp abs. You said it yourself”. You chuckled briefly, remembering the time when you told him this. Pretty sure you were naked and drunk by the way. “I know you’re tough Jason. Actually, you’re certainly the toughest person I know. But I’m not stupid. And I know there are things that you’re hiding from me.” He suddenly frowned and you felt his grip around your hands loosening, as if he was ready to run away from you. “And I’m not asking you to tell me what it is. I understand that you have your secrets. I do to. I just … I just want you to be honest with me, to tell me when you feel low, when you need me.” You added as you grabbed his arms to keep him close. “We’re … friends after all, aren’t we?” You hated that argument but you decided to use anyway, just to see his reaction. “Yeah. Yeah, sure.” Jason whispered after a second of heavy silence. “We’re friends.” Not the reaction you wanted. “Good.” You let go of him and went back to hanging Christmas balls but you both could feel the weird tension, the awkwardness and you couldn’t help but blame yourself for ruining that moment which had begun so well. You should have listened to Dana. “Maybe I should go.” You declared as you resigned yourself to get the hell out of here before making things worse between you two. “No!” Jason almost shouted. “No. We … Let’s finish the tree first okay? Please” You sighed. “Plus you mentioned a gift, right?” Normally that comment would have made you smirk but not today, not now. “That’s not a gift you give friends, Jason”

***

“You played the friends card? Not cool.” Jason suddenly remembered the little mental note he had left for himself the last time he had talked to Dick about his love life. ‘Never again.’ But Roy was gone and so were Artemis and Bizarro or any other friends he could have confessed to. “But we are friends.” He tried to justify himself. “I think.” Dick shook his head, slightly exasperated yet amused by his little brother. “You saying ‘I think’ makes me believe you don’t see Y/N as a friend.” “Why does it have to be so complicated?” Jason sighed as he tried to remember when was the last time he had seen you as merely a friend. “Because it’s love and nothing is ever simple when it comes to love. No need to be a relationship expert to know this.” Jason glanced at Dick who was smiling at him. “I hope you don’t consider yourself an expert considering the failure that is your love life and your on and off relationship with Babs.” Dick shrugged. Yes, apparently he was. Cocky boy wonder. “I’m expert enough to know you don’t call someone you have sex with a friend.” “Oh come on! Ever heard of friends with benefits?” Jason harrumphed, slightly annoyed by his predecessor’s judgemental attitude right now. “Jason please. You guys are not friends with benefits and you know why? Cause your relationship is not platonic at all. You like Y/N and Y/N likes you. But you are too unconfident or too scared to admit it so you end up having sex when you don’t know how to handle your feelings anymore. Now can we take care of that bunch of lousy criminals before they escape with the money?” As much as it hurt Jason to admit it, Dick was right. He liked you. He liked you a lot. Maybe he was in love with you even, he didn’t know. But what he really knew right now was that he had screwed up, bad, and that he wanted to fix things between you two.

***

You turned your key in the keyhole, exhausted by your long day at work and blaming the snow that had literally frozen your toes and fingers on your way back home. “Maybe I should ask for a ugly pair of Uggs for Christ…mas” You couldn’t move, your limbs as frozen as your fingers and toes or maybe worse. Eyes widened you looked around you and at the thousands colourful lights illuminating your entire apartment and the Christmas decorations scattered all over the furniture. “What the hell happened here?” “Do you like it?” You yelled and jumped and, out of pure reflex and fear, punched hard the person standing right behind you before you could realise it was actually Jason. “Oh my god, Jay.” He groaned and put a hand over his nose to calm the pain. “Damn. I think you broke it.” “Let me see.” You tried to remove his hand from his face to see how badly injured he was. “No! Don’t touch it. Don’t touch it.” He cried out as a sign of protest but eventually let you take him inside right to your couch where you left him an instant to go fetch some ice in the freezer. “What are you doing here that late?” You asked as you came back to sit by his side. “I wanted to surprise you. I guess it worked.” He hissed as you finally put the small bag of ice against his nose. “You did this?” You asked as you looked again around you. There were probably at least dozens of flickering string lights hanging from the ceiling above your head as well as fake snow all over the floor of the living room and miniature Christmas trees and other lovely decorations carefully placed on the furniture. “Yeah.” “How? When?” You couldn’t believe he had done this. “This afternoon while you were gone. I entered by the window. You know you should check if they’re close before leaving.” You smile when you understood the nod to what you had told him last you saw each other. “Why?” “ Well. Because it’s dangerous of course. I mean a lunatic could enter and turn your place into a Christmas shop. Oops too late.” “ No, I mean. Why did you do this?” You asked again, not really in the mood to laugh at his joke right now. “It’s Christmas, isn’t it? … And I like you” He said while looking at you right in the eye. “And not as a friend. Cause clearly we’re not friends and we’re not …” You dropped the bag of ice to catch Jason by the neck and kiss him passionately. How long have you waited for him to finally say it. “Ow. Ow. Easy.” Jason complained right against your lips when your nose pressed too hard against his. “Sorry.” You whispered with a smile. “Don’t smile at my pain. I’m really hurt.” “Aren’t you a tough guy?” You teased, using his own arguments against him. “Not when I’m with you.” He confessed and approached your face again, slowly and carefully, to kiss your soft lips with a delicacy that made you shiver. “There are so many things I want to tell you, Y/N.” “ Then say them.” You whispered still close to his face, feeling his hot breath against your skin. “It would ruin Christmas’ spirit.” “I thought you didn’t like Christmas.” “I lied.”

#Jason Todd #red hood #jason todd x reader #red hood x reader #dick grayson #nightwing #dana harlowe #bat-christmas #one shot #jason todd one shot

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softboywriting · 4 years

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Fight For You | Part 1

Summary: Your whole adult life you’ve dated mixed martial arts fighters, it comes naturally with working and living in and around the fighting circuits. After a fallout with your now ex-boyfriend you find a new place to start a new life where you find someone who is willing to fight for you as much as you are for him. Will you be able to build something beautiful or will your past come back to haunt you? [fighting] [asshole ex]

Word Count: 13k

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|Masterlist In Bio|

Moving to a new town in a new state is a fresh start for you. After a rough year dealing with an asshole boyfriend, leaving said boyfriend and losing your job, you have to find a new place in life. The world is a clean slate for you and Red Lake is where you’re ready to put down some roots and start over. Your best friend Jodi and her wife live there and they’re the closest thing to a real family you have left so choosing Red Lake was a no brainer.

"So, how's the apartment?" Jodi asks as she unlocks the back door of the gym where she works. Her wife Harlow is the owner and a former female MMA fighter. "It's not too shitty I hope."

"Oh I didn't get the apartment. I got the house on Garden Plaza. The one Harlow said her friend was renting out."

"Oh yeah! Fuck, I totally forgot." Jodi holds the door open for you and you wander into the back storage room. It's full of old mats and various pieces of equipment in need of repair. "When does the truck arrive with your stuff?"

"This week. The drivers said tomorrow but I'm not counting on it."

Jodi pushes open the door to the main hallway to the gym floor and nearly smacks into someone. "Holy shit!" She leans on the door and you step forward to see who she hit or just got scared by.

"Are you okay?" A voice says from beyond the door and a head pops out. "Sorry Jodi."

"God! Why are you here so early!" Jodi asks, ushering you out into the hall. She closes the door and you see a guy in a fitted black shirt and a pair of grey sweats standing behind the door. He's oddly familiar.

"Harlow asked me to come in and...wipe down the mats." The guy stares at you and you stare back. You know him. Those chocolate curls, soft eyes, and sharp jawline are unmistakably familiar. You just can't put your finger on it.

Jodi waves her hand in front of his face. "Shawn? Earth to Shawnie boy!"

Shawn Pierce. Shit, yeah it's coming back to you. Tate trained with him about a year ago when he was trying to get into the western region MMA championship circuit. You were never properly introduced but you did talk a few times. Tate didn't bring you by the gym a lot, he claimed you distracted him.

"You're Tate Greyson's girlfriend right?"

"Ex." Jodi snorts and you shove her shoulder. Shawn raises his eyebrows.

"I was, yes. We're not together anymore." You chuckle and shake your head. "Not that we were ever that together in the first place."

Shawn narrows his eyes at you and you shift uncomfortably. "Did he hit you?"

"What?" Your eyes go wide.

"The bruise on your collarbone."

Jodi leans in and pulls your shirt aside a little bit. "Oh shit, what happened?"

Suddenly you remember the bruise in question. You had fallen off the step ladder in your apartment back home while taking down your plant hangers. "I fell while packing up my apartment." You pull your shirt back to show Jodi more of the yellowing bruise. "I swear Tate never hit me. It's been months since I've seen him."

"Oh thank God." Jodi sighs and pulls out her keys. "I'd kill him myself if he touched you."

Shawn steps back and rubs his neck awkwardly. "I'm sorry. I shouldn't have assumed anything."

You lean against the wall as Jodi walks up the stairs to her office door. "No, it's fine. Tate is a bit of a loose cannon, but he never hit me."

"Yeah, he was a tough one." Shawn folds his arms, stretching the tee across his chest and you can't help but stare. He shakes his head. "He never did like to listen, always just wanted to swing hard and fast, no finesse."

"Should have seen him in bed. Same tactic."

Shawn's eyes widen and you realize you didn't really need to tell him that. You flush and he just laughs. "Man he must have pissed you off if you're out here dragging him like this."

"Yeah he did." You roll your eyes at the thought of Tate. Everything he did pissed you off. Silence falls between the two of you and you push off the wall. "I'll see you around?"

"I'm here just about every day." He puts his hand out for you awkwardly and you take it, giving an oddly formal shake. "Are you going to be here a lot?"

"Dunno. I got a job at Dixie's down the street but I work nights. So I might come around a bit."

Shawn drops your hand and runs his hand over his hair. "A waitress?"

"Bartender." You smirk and he grins. "You can stop by, I make a good gin and tonic. I'm allowed discounts for family and friends."

"I'm a friend then, eh?"

"Oh I'm sure you'll be a friend." You look him over and bite your lip. "Maybe more."

Shawn grins and you can't miss the pink that spreads across his cheeks. "You're bold. I like that." He steps back and turns to go out to the main floor. "I should get back to those mats now."

"Mmmhmm." You wave him off. "See ya."

Jodi clicks her tongue and you steps out of her office. "You are so predictable." She says from the top of the stairs.

You jog up to meet her and give her a look. "What? Because I think he's hot?"

"No, because he's a fighter." Jodi rolls her eyes and sinks into her chair as you follow her into the large room. "You only date fighters."

"Says the woman who married one!"

"Hey, I don't count. Harlow is the only fighter I ever dated and I didn't even know she was a fighter when we started going out."

You roll your eyes. "Whatever. So I got a type. Whoopty do."

"At least Shawn's a good one."

"You saying I have poor taste?"

Jodi picks up a few large envelopes and stares at you over them. "You're joking right? Tate? Remember that hot garbage of a few months ago?"

"Yeah but Chase before him wasn't garbage."

"Chase was a two month fling while you worked the circuit with me. Was he ever anything?"

You flop down onto the couch under the window that overlooks the gym. "I guess not. So what, Shawn's a fighter and I like fighters. Maybe he'll be a keeper."

"Ex fighter."

"Hmm?"

"Shawn's an ex fighter." Jodi types aways at her computer and you wait for her to continue. "He doesn't fight anymore. What?"

"He doesn't? Why? He looked healthy."

"Personal choice. Harlow has been trying to book him on the circuit for years. He keeps in shape and trains other fighters for Harlow but he's not getting in that ring for anything. It's a shame, he was a two time champion."

You look out the window to where Shawn is running along the mats on the far side of the gym with a towel. You wonder what made him stop competing. A guy like him could take out anyone his weight. No doubt. You'd seen him spare with Tate once when he trained with him. Shawn has the skill, what would drive him to waste it?

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Dixie's is a hole in the wall kind of place. Definitely a local spot and everyone in town goes there. It's a bar and restaurant that serves your classic American staples, burgers, fries, steak and sandwiches. Nothing fancy, but the food is good and homemade. The day time crowd at Dixie's is mostly families, regular customers on their lunch breaks or afternoon meetups, occasionally a truck driver or two since it's on the edge of the town. The night time crowd at Dixie's is much different, very adult orientated. They didn't let kids in after eight since that's when most of the drunks and party goers start showing up. Most people know to avoid Dixie's for a late dinner lest you be caught up in a fight or have to listen to some guy babble on about the good ole days for four hours.

You work the night shift at the bar. You don't mind, you tended places much worse. Hell, you lived in Vegas for a year after graduation and that's where you learned to bartend. When you're raised in hell, the rest of the world doesn't seem so bad.

"Hey! You made it!" Carrie says from the door to the kitchen. "I was worried you wouldn't come back after last week."

"What? Greg? Please, I've dealt with a lot worse then having a drink thrown at me and being called a raging bitch." You place your purse under the counter behind the bar in a little safe. Carrie didn't fuck around when it came to safety and personal belongings in her bar.

"Oh thank God. Greg is an asshole but if you made it through the night with him I think you'll be alright."

"I worked in Vegas, Carrie." You grab your apron off the wall beside her. "I've seen shit. Greg, ain't shit."

Carrie looks incredibly relieved. "I've had four bartenders walk out because of him."

"Yeah, well, they weren't me." You wave to one of the waitresses, Sammy, coming in for her shift. The two of you hit it off really well last week so you're excited to work with her tonight."Besides, I'd like to stick around."

Carrie pushes open the kitchen door and you follow her in. "Oh yeah? Find a love interest?"

"I don't think I'd call him that yet. But I'm definitely interested." You grab a few plates off the warming table to help Carrie serve them. "We've met before."

"Oh wow, coincidence huh? You just moved here right?"

"Yeah. It's so weird, but he's a fighter who trained with my ex boyfriend a year ago. I guess I'm bound to meet people from the same circuit."

Carrie chuckles and leads the way with her arms full of plates. "You like those fighters huh? We got a lot of those type around here."

"I do." You fall silent as you help Carrie serve the large group of middle aged people at the front of the seating area. As soon as you're done Carrie walks with you to the bar.

"Anyway, those fighters are always coming in here. I don't mind the business of course, they eat a lot. But some of them also drink alot and bar fights between fighters is a nightmare."

"Don't worry, I can handle them." You wipe out some glasses on the drying station and Carrie starts going through the liquor stock to see what she needs to bring out of the back for the night. "I swear, I'm sticking around."

Carrie pauses and looks over at you. "You seem pretty set on it."

"Yeah, I am. Things are good here. I have my own place, I'm near my best friend, there's a hot fighter who I wanna get to know. It's good. A fresh start."

"I'm happy for you dear." Her hand comes down on your shoulder and you look over at her. She's smiling, her big round glasses sitting too low on her nose. She blows a stray curl out of her face and pats your shoulder a few times. "You're a good kid."

"I try to be." You chuckle. "Anyway, looks like it's kicking off early tonight." You point at a group of guys who have just walked in, some fighters by the looks of them. Out of circuit fighters, the kind who drink too much and let their bodies get weakened by alcohol. You scoff to yourself. Frat boys with too many muscles and big dreams but no dedication. A bunch of Tate Greysons'. It's gonna be a long night.

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"Pierce! Focus!" Harlow yells from the office doorway at the top of the stairs. Shawn is standing in the ring with his client for the day but he keeps looking over at you where you're talking to Jodi near the bathrooms.

You look over and bite your lip, knowing you got him in trouble. "Anyways, as I was saying," you turn back to Jodi and she's grinning. "What?"

"Harlow is gonna kick his ass if he doesn't stop gawking at you." She looks up at her wife through the window and she's pacing the office, watching Shawn like a hawk. "You're quite a distraction."

"I don't mean to be. I'm just standing here for fucks sake." You gesture to your jeans and plain tee shirt. "I'm not even dressed up!"

Jodi laughs. "Shawn's just soft, he's got your attention and he doesn't want to lose it. I don't know the last time he had a girlfriend."

"Really?" You look back. "A guy like him has been single for-" Shawn gets clocked in the head. "Oh shit."

Jodi sighs. "Moron."

You jog over to the ring and hold onto the cage, staring at Shawn on the ground. "Are you okay?!"

"Dude, you went down like a sack of bricks." The other fighter says, kneeling on one knee beside Shawn. "Dude?"

"Is he knocked out?" You ask, walking along the ring to climb the stairs at the open entryway. "Shawn?"

"I haven't been hit that hard in years." Shawn groans, eyes closed. "Good left hook, Connor."

"Thanks, but for real are you okay?"

"I'm fine." Shawn sits up and holds his head. "Y'know no matter how many fights you're in, and how much training you do, getting hit hurts worse when you're not expecting it."

"Getting hit hurts in general." You laugh and help him up on his feet. "And you would have expected it if you weren't staring at me."

Connor snickers.

"I was not staring." Shawn stretches his arms and shakes off the hit.

"Yeah? Why'd you get hit then?"

"We're sparing."

"Uh huh." You look to Connor. "Did he seem distracted?"

"Very."

"Mmm thought so." You turn and walk out of the cage with a glance back with a small smile.

Shawn calls out to you as you cross the gym floor. "Wait, what's that supposed to mean?!"

"Stop staring at me and actually talk to me is what it means!" You laugh and meet up with Jodi outside the office. "God he's ridiculous."

"He hasn't asked you out yet?"

"No! It's been a week since we met. He just stares at me when I'm here and occasionally says no more than four words to me." You glance over and Shawn and Connor have changed positions so Shawn is with his back to you. "I think he's shy."

"Shawn? Nah. He's sweet, always has been. I think he's just cautious because he knows you just got out of a relationship, and one with a former trainee of his too. I'd be cautious."

"Well light a fire under his ass for me will you?"

Jodi gives you a thumbs up. "I'll get right on that boss. Matchmaker Jodi Price is on the case!"

"Oh shut up. Just talk to him?"

"I will." Jodi grabs her keys from Harlow as she steps out of the office. "We'll be back later honey."

"I'll pick up dinner." Harlow looks out at Connor and Shawn. "If I'm late it's because I've got two man-children to deal with."

"Easy on him. He's got feelings for our girl here."

Harlow rolls her eyes. "I don't pay him to have feelings."

"You're such a hardass, Harlow." You laugh and she smirks. "I promise I'll try not to stop in too much when he's training Connor."

"Yeah yeah." Harlow waves you off. "Get out of here, go have fun."

"Picking up furniture at Ikea isn't fun." Jodi says in annoyance.

"Mmhmm. Sure its not. Bye bye." Harlow walks toward the window to the gym floor and you wave goodbye.

"Come on." You put your arm around Jodi's shoulders. "Let's go build some skeptical furniture and relive the good ole days."

Jodi laughs. "Yeah, the good ole days of duct taped chair legs and book balanced tables. God I hope these Ikea things will be better than our crap back then."

"I'm sure it'll be fine."

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Building furniture is a nightmare. You and Jodi spend an hour putting together a dresser that you end up abandoning in favor of Chinese take out and a rerun of Chopped you hadn't seen before while sitting on the boxes for your nightstand and kitchen cart. You still have both of those items plus your bed frame to build. You'll get to it eventually.

Eventually leads to three days later and you still have the boxes propped against the wall of your living room where you and Jodi abandoned them after dinner. Every day you walk past them and think, maybe that day, but then you keep going. It's not until today, Friday, your day off, that you might actually get them built.

"Hey, what're you doing tonight?" Shawn asks as he steps down out of the cage. You've been watching him spar with one of the other trainers for an hour now after stopping by to help Jodi read over some paperwork for the gyms lease.

"Me?"

He grins. "Yeah, you."

"Building furniture for my house."

He chuckles and sinks into the chair next to you, observing two fighters now sparing on the mats nearby. "Sounds like a wild time."

"Oh it will be. I'll probably decide to get drunk halfway through and just say fuck it again." You laugh to yourself. "Drunk lonely furniture building on a Friday night. I've reached my peak at age twenty four."

"Need some help?" Shawn looks over and you raise your eyebrows. He is really making a move. Finally.

"You sure you don't have some floors to clean or something?" You ask, referencing the last time he tried to get out of your attempt to instigate a date. He is a weird one, definitely interested but hesitant for some reason. You get what Jodi said, about him being cautious because of your past with Tate but it's been almost five months. You're ready to move the fuck on. You gotta make it clear to this man you're ready.

Shawn smiles and looks away. "Okay, fair enough. Just call me out why don't you?"

"Yeah? You realize you've been dragging this out?"

"Yeah yeah. So can I come over?"

You grin and cross your arms. "I guess. What do you drink?"

"Tequila?" He says with a smirk as he starts unwrapping his hands.

"I'm not buying tequila. I don't know about you but tequila fucks me up and I will make some bad decisions."

"Me too, maybe we should go for it then."

"Absolutely not." You reach over and grab Shawn's hand as he picks at a piece of the fabric that's tucked too tightly under another. "How about we just start with some hard lemonade or something?"

Shawn smiles and closes his big hand over yours. "It's a date then?"

"Is it a date?"

"Could be."

"Let's just call it hanging out for now." You place the coiled up wad of wrapping fabric in Shawn's hand. "Now, I'm going to get lunch at Dixie's. You want something?"

"Nah, I brought lunch." Shawn looks over at the sitting area where Harlow has set up a refrigerator, a stand with a microwave and a few little tables with chairs. "Leftover chicken and rice."

You stand and Shawn stands with you. He flexes his hand a few times to work out the stiffness of it being bound too tight in the wrapping. You head for the office stairs to see if the ladies want lunch too. "I'll let you know when I'm heading home so you can follow me."

"Works for me."

"Oh, and don't wrap your hand so tight next time." You point at his hand. "You should know better."

Shawn grins sheepishly. "Maybe someone else should wrap it for me?"

"Maybe." You smile and he just grins.

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"Hey Jodi have you seen- oh." Shawn leans against the door as he looks between you and Jodi on the couch in the office. It's almost seven and you had completely lost track of time.

"Yeah?"

"Whatcha doing?"

Jodi holds her half wrapped hand up to show Shawn. "Teaching her to wrap."

Shawn smirks. "Your ex never taught you?"

"Tate didn't like having me around too much when he was fighting. He said I distracted him. So I didn't get to wrap his hands but once or twice."

"What a dick. Well I'm done cleaning up for the day, are you ready to go?"

Jodi raises her eyebrows. "Y'all have a date? And you didn't tell me?"

"It's not a date." You roll your eyes. "He's just going to help me with the furniture."

"So he's gonna be at your house with you alone?"

"Yes." You stand and Jodi unwinds her hand. "Now don't say another word missy." Jodi just snickers and you grab your purse. "Let's go Shawn."

An hour into furniture building and you're sure you're going to combust. Shawn is so big and thick, and close. He's in a pair of tight black jeans and a black tank top, having forgone his shirt almost as soon as you started working. He is just...he's too much. You thought Tate was big, you thought Tate was ripped and he was but not like Shawn. The way Shawn is built and the way he moves so fluidly is just...it's enough to stop your heart.

"Hey, hello?" He waves his hand in your face. "Are you okay?"

"Yeah I'm fine?"

"Did you hear me?"

"Yeah?"

Shawn chuckles and leans back on his forearms. "What'd I say?"

"Hello?"

"Nope. I asked you if you wanted to get dinner."

"Oh." You push your hair back out of your face and look up at the clock over your kitchen table. "It's almost eight. Shit."

"So? Do you work tomorrow?"

"Yeah in the evening, but I didn't mean to keep you this late."

"It's not late?" Shawn laughs. "It's no big deal. I'm off tomorrow. I'll order something and we'll keep putting together this bed frame, sleeping on a mattress on the floor is bad for your back."

"Mmmhmm. Sure you don't just want to stay late to get me on this bed after we put it together?"

Shawn sits up, leans forward onto his hands and knees, face close to yours as he pushes himself up off the floor. "Oh I'll be much more upfront when I wanna do that." He pulls out his phone and you flush hot. "What sounds good? Pizza? Wings? Chinese?"

"Don't you need to eat healthy?"

"I do." He smiles over at you. "It's alright to indulge now and then."

"Oh."

"None of this is going away because I eat some pizza now and then." He gestures up and down himself. "I know that sounds incredibly pretentious but I worked hard for this strength. I'm having pizza." He puts the phone up to his ear and walks around the room aimlessly as it rings.

"Tate never wanted to get dinner. He said it'd ruin his diet." You stand and look around at the scattered pieces of the bed frame and your stomach rumbles loudly.

"Yeah because he was an idiot." Shawn says softly before answering the phone and placing an order for a medium taco pizza.

You raise your eyebrows and he grins. How did he happen to know your favorite pizza? There was no way he could have known or guessed. Taco pizza was not an every day order.

"Thank you bye." He pockets his phone. "Anyway Tate was obsessed with his eating habits. I remember sitting him down and explaining that he actually needs to eat real food and not protein shakes and supplements for every meal. He didn't ever listen though."

"Yeah he was an idiot, okay, but how did you know I like taco pizza?"

"Wild guess."

"Uh uh. Who told you?"

Shawn holds his hands up. "Honest to God, you want the truth?"

"Yeah. Who was it?"

"No one. Seriously, it was a wild guess. I like taco pizza and I noticed you have little taco magnets on the fridge and a taco pillow on your couch so I figured maybe you like them too. Seriously, it was a shot in the dark."

You stare at him slack jawed. He had been in your house for an hour and he noticed your taco magnets? That was...just so...weird? What else did he notice? You look around your room suddenly very self conscious of everything you have sitting on the dresser and nightstand. "I...I don't know what to say about that."

"About what?"

"About how observant you are."

"Oh. Should I not be?"

"N-no, I mean, it's fine? I've just never had someone pay attention to my stuff I guess."

Shawn chuckles and gets down on his knees to start taking the rest of the bed frame pieces from the box. You definitely don't miss how his ass is perfectly accentuated by the dip of his jeans. "Well, I like your place, it's interesting and cozy. Sorry if that's weird, I don't mean it to be."

"It's fine." You get down next to him, eyes still on his butt and he hands you a bag of screws. "It's just different. You're different." He leans forward to grab a bar from the frame and the way his back curves makes you want to grab his ass so bad. It's perfectly round and you just want to feel it so badly.

He glances over with a smile as he sits back on his knees. "Is that good?"

"W-what?" You feel a flush on your cheeks. Was he talking about your staring? Was he good? Because yes, a thousand times yes he was.

"Is it good that I'm different?"

"Oh! Yeah, very good." You smile and look down with a chuckle as you dump the bag of screws into a little Tupperware bowl he hands you that you've been using for small parts so nothing gets lost. "I like different."

"Me too." He grins and you meet his eyes. "Let's get this bed together so we can relax when the pizza gets here."

"Sounds like a plan."

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"Busy night?"

You look up from the back of the bar and see Shawn sitting a few seats down from you. He's smiling, hair pushed back looking like a damn angel in his white tee. The bar has been crowded for two hours now, a huge bachelor party of some sort taking up most of the space in the building. You and Sammy have been working double time to get food and drinks out as quick as possible. Big parties of guys meant big tips, keep them happy, keep that tip growing.

"Yeah." You glance over to the loud crowd nearby. "Bachelor party."

"I see. Must be fun?"

"For me or them?"

"Both?"

You chuckle and walk down to stand in front of him. "Is it fun making drinks? Yes. Is it fun watching a bunch of twenty some year olds get hammered while getting hit on by every one of them? Not so much."

Shawn waves off a drink offer as you gesture to the bar behind you. "I just came by to see how you were doing. You haven't been by the gym in a few days."

"Oh, you noticed." You lean back and smile. "I've been working doubles. Carrie has had a cold and I didn't want her to push herself. I'm a lot younger, I can't handle a few days of work."

Shawn cracks open a peanut from the bucket on the counter for customers. "You're a sweetheart." He grins and pops the peanut in his mouth. "Glad you're alright though."

"Did you think I was avoiding you?"

"Nah. Well, a little?" He chuckles and hangs his head. "Honestly I thought I fucked up the night we put together your bed."

You step forward and fold your arms on the counter in front of him. "I'd tell you if you fucked up. Trust me, you haven't done anything to put me off."

"Good. What do you say to lunch Wednesday?"

"I'd say I hope you like Dixie's pulled pork special because that's where I'll be."

"You work dayshift again?" He shakes his head.

"Yep. My last double."

"Okay, alright. I'll stop by?"

"I'd love it."

Shawn looks over at the party of guys getting loud again. "I'm gonna head out before that gets too wild. Stay safe honey."

"Bye Shawn." You roll your eyes at his ridiculous pet name and he waves as he heads out.

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"How's Connor doing?" You ask as you watch the young fighter spar with one of the other guys while Shawn is taking a break in the office.

"The kid is insane. He's fast, strong, smart too. He reminds me of myself when I was nineteen."

You look over and Shawn is tossing a stress ball up at the ceiling casually. "Connor is nineteen?"

"Yeah." He looks over with a grin. "Why? Thought he was cute?"

"Shawn! God, no. I'm just surprised Harlow took on a guy that young."

"I was too. I remember when Connor walked into this gym. He was a short little sixteen year old with no intention of doing anything but bulking up a bit."

"He didn't wanna be a fighter?"

"Nope." Shawn chuckles. "He came to take some HIIT classes and some CrossFit bullshit Harlow had let a trainer do for a few months. I think once he saw me and Mike in the ring he caught the bug."

You watch as Connor takes down his opponent, pinning him to the mat. Shawn's right, he is fast and strong for his size. His practice opponent is easily twenty pounds heavier than him and he is taking him down like it's nothing. "You think he's gonna make it to championship finals?"

"He going to make it to nationals if I have any say in it. He has what it takes, he's got the heart and soul of a fighter. You don't see that everyday. I've trained a lot of guys in the last few years and they just don't have what Connor has."

"Has any of your trainees made it to the championship circuit?"

"No. Not yet." Shawn looks over and you chuckle. "What? You think I'm not good at training?"

"Not that. I'm just laughing because your last trainee was Tate right?"

"Yeah."

"He definitely didn't have what it takes."

"He didn't. He couldn't listen, just wanted to do what he thought was right. You'd think when a two time western champion and two time national finalist takes the time to train you, you might try and give a fuck." Shawn sits up and squeezes the shit out of his stress ball. "Tate honest to God pissed me off like no other."

You raise your eyebrows and giggle. How funny it was that the two of you shared the same distaste for Tate. "He was something."

"No. He's nothing and he's never going to be until he gets his head out of his ass."

"Harsh."

"You think so? I'm sure you've thought the same thing."

You smirk. "I've definitely thought worse."

"And I'm harsh?"

"I haven't said it out loud." You scoff and lean back in Jodi's chair. "But someone should."

Shawn stands and walks over to the desk. He leans forward and smirks. "I'd tell that sorry piece of shit every single thing you wish you could say to him. I'd hand deliver it to him right in his smug fuckin jaw."

"Easy tiger." You run your hand up his arm, fingers curling against bicep and he drops his head. "No need for the violence. Fighting is an art not a brawl."

"You-"

"I'm using your own words against you?" You smirk and stand up, checking a message on your phone from Sammy about stopping by for tips from last night.

Shawn straightens up with a grin and shakes his head. "You remember me telling Tate that?"

"It's the first thing I ever heard you say to him."

"Tate is a dumbass for losing a woman like you, y'know?"

"Yeah." You walk around and past Shawn toward the door. "But if he wasn't, I wouldn't have ever found a man worth fighting for."

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Wednesday afternoon is a shit show. For some reason there are a couple day drinkers in at the bar and they won't stop bugging Sammy. She's covering a shift for one of the other waitresses, Megan, since it's her birthday and she's seriously regretting it. Day shift is supposed to be easy. The worst part being an occasional kid throwing food around. Poor girl.

"I just can't do it," Sammy hisses as she stands beside you at the end of the bar at the wash station. "That guy over there has been harassing me non stop. I've tried everything to get him to fuck off."

You take a look over at the end of the bar and you know exactly which guy it is. He's in his thirties, probably an insurance broker or real estate agent by the looks of his tailored suit and gray temples. He looks older than he should. There's a glass of whiskey in his hand that you served him about ten minutes ago. He's the one you were about to cut off and send packing anyways.

"Want me to make him leave?"

"Do you have a bouncer?" Sammy glances over your shoulder. "Because I don't think he's going to leave so easily."

"Well, how about we make him realize you're not into him?"

"By doing what?"

You smirk and set down your dirty glasses into the sink. "I can stage kiss you. I used to do it all the time with my friends back in Vegas." You look down at the guy. He'd definitely fall for it, he was too drunk to see straight. "We'll make a show of it."

"I don't know." Sammy twists her hands in her apron. "Maybe he'll just leave?"

"Sammy. He's not gonna leave if he thinks he has even an inkling of a chance." You pull Sammy down the bar closer to where the creep is sitting. "It's up to you. He's watching us right now."

"Okay, okay." She shakes her hands out and puts her hand on your shoulder, going up to your neck. You can see her glance over at the guy. "It's working he's watching intently."

"Good." You cup her cheek and bring your other hand up to here jaw and cover her mouth with the side or your palm as you pretend to kiss her. "Is he looking?"

"Mmhyeah."

You pull back and give Sammy a hug before going down the bar to the creep. "Do you need a refill on that?" You ask, pointing to his nearly empty glass. You weren't really going to give him a refill, he'd had more than enough.

"No." He grumbles and stands up. "I'm going home." He passes you his credit card and you settle his tab. "Thanks."

Sammy beams from her spot by the liquor shelves. "I can't believe that worked!"

"Almost every time." You walk over and hand her the ones the creep had left as a tip under his cup. "For you dear."

"Thanks." Sammy pockets the bills and smiles. "I wish I had you years ago."

"Well I'm here now." You ruffle her hair and she ducks away. "Do me a favor?"

"Sure."

"Keep an eye out for Shawn? He is supposed to be coming in for lunch."

"Ohhh." Sammy smirks. "You got a little crush on the big boy?"

"Obviously." You toss your bar rag over your shoulder and head for a lady who's just walked up at the end of the bar. "How couldn't I?"

"He's a good one!" Sammy laughs and heads off to check on her tables while you get back to bartending.

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Shawn never showed up for lunch. You can't say you weren't a little disappointed since you had made plans, but you understand that he may have gotten busy at the gym. Things happen. It isn't a big deal.

You stop by the gym the next day to help Jodi with registration for the fall championship circuit for the western region. She had to have all of the fighters from Harlow's registered and ready to go by Monday. It is a ton of paperwork and you know what to do, so you volunteer to help out before work.

"Can you go get Jack for me? I need to talk to him about getting me a copy of his physical."

"Yep." You push away from her desk and head out the door. The locker rooms are to the right of the main floor of the gym and you head there first.

"Dude, I saw her kissing Sammy."

You freeze and listen to the conversation you've walked up on. It's clearly Shawn.

"So? What's the big deal?" It's Connor.

"I thought she was into me. We've been flirting and stuff and then I walk into Dixie's for lunch and she's kissing the waitress! I thought she was into guys!"

Connor laughs and sighs. "I dunno dude."

"I can be into both." You say, stepping into view and getting a good look at Shawn in nothing but a towel. He's dripping wet and it's so hard to focus on the conversation at hand, you have to look away. "Maybe if you wanted to know what was going on, you should ask me?"

Connor's eyes go wide and he looks between the two of you before ducking his head and squeezing around Shawn to make himself scarce.

"I know you can like whoever you want...I just thought..."

"Shawn." You walk over to him and lay your hand on his chest. He's warm and damp and oh Lord when he shifts you can feel the muscle flex. "Relax. I pretended to kiss Sammy so a guy at the bar would stop harassing her."

"Oh."

"Is that why you didn't show up for lunch?"

"Yeah." He rubs the back of his neck. "I walked in and saw that kiss and I didn't know what to think. I'm sorry, I should have asked you."

"It's fine. I probably would have been really confused too." You look him over and he smirks. "I swear I'm still very much into you."

"Yeah? Enough to go on a real date?"

"Mmm I think it's time we did. Any plans?"

Shawn grins. "I have a few. How's this Saturday night sound?"

"I'm off. What time?"

"Six? I'll pick you up. Wear something comfortable and not too fancy."

You raise your eyebrows and he just keeps smiling. "Alright. I'll see you then. In the meantime, have you seen Jack? We need a copy of his latest physical for the registration."

"He's probably out on the floor. If you didn't see him, check the backroom because he might be resting on the spare mats."

"In the storage area?"

"Yeah." He chuckles. "He likes to meditate and listen to his audio books back there to relax."

"Oh. Well thanks." You pat Shawn's chest and he traps your hand under his, curling his fingers around yours. "Yes?"

He bites his lip and shakes his head before releasing your hand. "Nothing. Go on."

"See you in a bit."

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"Do you still do photography?" Harlow asks you Friday day while you, her and Jodi sit in their living room while going over travel plans for the out of state fights in this year's competition.

"A little bit. I don't do anything professionally anymore."

"But you have your camera?"

"Yeah of course and my lenses. Why?"

Harlow grins. "If I hire you, will you do the photography for the website? I need pictures of all the guys for the brackets this year."

"Sure I can do that. I think I have a my backdrop stuff still as well."

"You'll probably get to photograph Shawn too." Jodi pipes up from where she's typing away at the laptop. "You could take a few just for yourself."

"Jodi!"

"What?"

Harlow groans and shoves her wife's shoulder. "I'm hiring her for a professional shoot, quit teasing her."

"Yeah yeah."

"What time do you want me to stop by? I'm free this weekend and next Thursday all day. Otherwise I work after six."

"Stop by whenever you want. I'm sure it'll take a few days to get all the fighters done and we have a few weeks before fights start. We'll start with Connor when you do get set up. He's my headliner. I'm banking on him hard so I want his photos to be really good."

"Yes ma'am."

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"So you're doing photos for Harlow?"

You look over at Shawn from the passenger side of his truck. He'd picked you up at a little after six and still wouldn't tell you where you're going. He did make you change into an old pair of jeans instead of the black skinnies you had on and promised you wouldn't regret it. You're almost convinced he's taking you mudding outside of town because you've been driving for twenty minutes and you're still not sure where the hell you are.

"Yeah, I'm doing photos for her? Why?"

"No reason, I was curious."

"You want me to take pictures of you too?"

"I'm not a fighter in the circuit."

"So?"

Shawn looks over and raises his eyebrows. "So why would you take pictures of me?"

"Because you're gorgeous." You look out the window away from him, heart racing at your admission. "I'd die to photograph you in action. You're a rarity, perfect from every angle. It'd be a treat."

"I had no idea you were so into photography. That's awesome." He bumps your leg and you look over. "I'd love to see what kind of photos you take at matches."

"I've taken some good ones. But like I said, I really want to photograph you."

He chuckles. "Sorry sweetheart. I'm retired." He turns the truck down a dirt road toward a big sign that says Pierce Ranch.

"You have a farm?"

"No, my uncle does."

"Why are we going to your uncle's farm?"

"Because I'm taking you horseback riding."

"What? You're serious?"

Shawn turns the truck into a long driveway in front of a big sprawling house. "Dead serious. My uncle is out of town for a few days and he said we could come out and spend some time out here."

You sit stunned in silence. Horseback riding as a first date. Who thought of that? It's so off the wall and incredibly romantic.

"Should we go back?"

You snap out of your thoughts and look over at Shawn as he kills the engine in front of a set of garages. He looks worried. "No, why?"

"You're really quiet. If you don't want to do this we can just go to dinner or something. I know it's kind of different and-"

"I want to go horseback riding."

"Oh." He smiles big and you can see the relief on his face. "Okay good. I'm really looking forward to having you meet my favorite horse."

You put your hand on the door to get out. "I can't wait."

An hour later and you're set up on a horse named Butters, his favorite, and you're strolling along side Shawn on a well worn path around some trees behind the barns. You were nervous at first, needing Shawn's help to stay on the horse but eventually you got the hang of it.

"So, you must really like horses then?" You giggle, looking over at Shawn during a lull in conversation.

"Yeah. I used to spend every summer here with my Uncle Carlos. I still come out here pretty often when I need to relax and get away from it all."

"Ahh, I can see why. It's nice." You bite your lip and glance over. "Can I ask you something?"

"Yes?" He chuckles. "Usually that's how dates go."

"Why don't you fight anymore?"

Shawn is quiet. You know it's a sore subject, seeing as no one really wanted to get too in depth when they talked about Shawn's past. You're curious though. A man like him with his skills and experience could still be in the ring.

"It's okay if you don't want to talk about it."

"No, I-I knew you'd ask eventually." He sighs and guides the horses to a clearing in the trees. He slides off and hitches his horse and then yours to a tree before helping you down.

"Seriously, you seem uncomfortable to talk about it. We don't have to."

Shawn stuffs his hands into his pockets as the two of you head for a bunch of rocks. There's a stream nearby and you can hear the water trickling along the rocks you're walking toward. This place is incredibly serene and you feel bad for bringing up such a tense subject when the date has been going so well.

"So, three years ago I won my second championship." Shawn drops down onto a large flat boulder. "But, the fight was so intense I almost killed my opponent. Now I know, fights get rough and tension runs high in the ring when there's a lot of money and a title at stake. It wasn't about that though. I kicked my opponent so hard he dropped, he just went down, lights out. It wasn't until after everything was said and done I found out he had serious brain trauma from the fight, particularly from my kick."

You sit down next to Shawn and grab his hand. He rubs his thumbs over your fingers gently before continuing.

"I found out he had a newborn baby. I accidentally almost killed this man and took him away from his child because of a sport. I had to stop after that. I couldn't do it anymore."

"Oh Shawn." You squeeze his hand and he looks at you. "You didn't kill him though. He's fine, he's alive and with his child. It is part of the risks you take as fighters."

"I know. I just couldn't deal with that sort of thing happening again. I've made my peace with it and with fighting."

"I understand." You scoot a little closer and he runs his free hand over his hair. "You're a great trainer. Maybe being a fighter isn't for you anymore, but your skills aren't wasted this way. Do you want to fight?"

"To be completely honest, yes. I want to fight every single day, I itch to compete and I think that's why I push Connor so hard. I'm living vicariously."

"Maybe you could do some small time stuff? Not such high stakes?"

"I can't." He shakes his head. "When I'm in the ring I don't stop, I fight hard until I'm out or I win. It's all or nothing."

"Oh."

"Yeah. But anyways, I'm happy training." He smiles, soft and small but genuine nonetheless. "I'm proud to be training a fighter like Connor."

"Good. That's what matters." You bite your lip and giggle to yourself. "I much rather see you like this then all beat up anyway."

"Oh yeah? Not into the black eye and busted lip look?"

"Not on you." You reach out and tenderly turn his face to you. "You're too gorgeous to see damaged."

"I'm gorgeous?" Shawn smirks and runs his hand over your hair. "I think you're mistaken. You're the gorgeous one here." He cradles your face in his hand and just stares at you lovingly.

"No, definitely not." There's a moment where you're both staring at each other's lips and you both know that you want to make a move but it's too soon. Or is it?

Shawn's hand slides away from your face and he stands, offering to help you up. "Let's go back. I've got stuff to make dinner."

"You're making me dinner?"

He hauls you up against him. "Mmhmm. You can help if you'd like." He holds you steady by your hips. "How does spaghetti and meatballs sound?"

"Really good."

"Good." He puts his arm around your shoulders and starts walking back to the horses. "Because when we both have garlic breath the rest of the night won't matter."

You laugh and he just beams at you. "You're something else." You run your hand over his back and he leans his head on yours. "I like it, I like you."

"I like you too."

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Wednesday night comes around again quicker than ever and Dixie's is crawling with people. All the fighters from Harlow's have showed up to celebrate the announcement of the western circuit championship bracket. Shawn shows up a little after nine and you can't help the smile that spreads across your face. He smiles back and makes your heart beat faster. Things have been going incredibly well with him since the date at the ranch. You're falling hard and fast and you don't really want to stop.

"Hey darling," Shawn says over the loudness as he leans against an empty spot at the bar. "How's it going?"

"Packed! Harlow brought all the guys and their friends and families in! It's crazy."

"Good for business though."

"Very. Carrie is moving faster than I've ever seen her go. We've had to pull Dave from the kitchen twice to help me catch up with drinks. We're gonna need to restock." You laugh and point back at the bar. "My tips are racking up fast too."

Shawn looks you over in your required black tee and apron. It's nothing special, but you know it looks good on you and so does he. "You deserve every dollar you get tonight. You're working hard."

"I am. Can I get you something?"

"Just a diet coke is fine. I'm taking it easy in case anyone needs a ride home tonight."

You turn around and fill a glass from the soda guns attached to the counter. "Enjoy yourself, you got most of these guys to this competition after all."

Shawn raises his drink to that and smiles. "I'm going to go hang out with Connor and Jack. I'll check in later?"

"I'll be here."

Two hours later and you are pushing through the kitchen doors to find Carrie. There's a guy who's harassing you and he's way more wasted then he should be, you've only served him three drinks and they weren't that strong. You suspect he may be taking something along with his drinks and Carrie won't have that sort of activity in her establishment.

"We've got a problem." You state angrily, gripping the doorway to the walk in cooler. "It's that asshole who's been trying to get my number since he sat down."

"Yeah?" Carrie turns to look at you as she hauls out a box of burger patties for the cooks. "Is he tweaked out?"

"I think so. He just grabbed my chest when I leaned over to hand some drinks to a guy beside him."

Carrie is livid, her eyes look like she could kill a man with her bare hands and possible has before. "Oh he's gone, I'm gonna-"

A loud crash from beyond the kitchen stuns you both and not a second later Dave, the line prep cook, throws open the door to the backroom and says there's a fight in the front area. Carrie drops the box of burgers in the cooler and closes the door as she hightails it to the front with you on her heels.

The scene before you is not pretty and immediately you think that it's one of the fighters involved. You're right. It's a fighter. But not a current one. It's Shawn and he is standing in front of the bar squared up with the drunk grabby handed guy. There is an overturned table and chairs and you think Shawn's already knocked the asshole down once, or he stumbled into the table and fell.

"Shawn!" You try to yell over the crowd but it's way too loud.

Carrie pushes past you and shoves her tiny frame through the crowd. You decide to go around to get behind the bar and as soon as you do you see a mess of shattered glass and ice on the floor.

"Shawn!" You shout, hands cupped around your mouth. "Shawn stop!"

He isn't listening or he can't hear you. Either way he's swinging at the drunk guy again in defense and before anything can get worse, the cops show up. You watch as the crowd separates and drunk grabby hands gets cuffed while Shawn tries to talk to the cops. It's no use and you watch them walk Shawn out of the bar as well.

You lean on the counter with your back to the door as the two guys get escorted out. Great. You can't help but feel like this is your fault. Shawn must have seen the move grabby hands pulled and approached him. You run your hand over your hair and look to Carrie as she steps behind the bar.

"God damn fighters. This is such a mess!"

"Yeah it is." You chuckle dryly to yourself. "It sure is."

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You didn't think you'd ever be waiting in the lobby of a police station at three in the morning but here you are. Harlow was going to come with, in fact she was going to go alone and bail Shawn out but Jodi was absolutely trashed and you know she needed to take care of her over Shawn, so you said you would go. Besides, you wanted to talk with him one on one about the fight and why it happened.

You hear Shawn before you see him. He's coming down the hall behind the check in desk. "What do you mean my girlfriend came and-"

"Hey," you wave and he walks over to you quickly and hugs you tight.

"Thank God you're okay."

"Of course I'm okay. What would have happened to me?"

Shawn pulls you back and holds your face. "I couldn't find you after that guy put his hands on you. I was worried you left Dixie's or he did something."

"Shawn, he was wasted. What was he going to do to me? He could hardly stand."

"I don't know. I approached him after I saw what happened and he was talking all this shit like what he wanted to do to you. God it was disgusting, and then I didn't see you around and I panicked."

You cup his face and he has a bruise blossoming on his left jaw. "So your instinct was to fight him?"

"He came at me. I was just going to get some of the guys to help me escort him out but he started swinging as soon as I said he needed to go."

"Well it's done and over with now." You turn and head for the doors. "I'll take you to get your truck at the bar."

The ride to Dixie's is quiet. The dark streets are empty, illuminated only by the soft yellow street lights that have been there for far longer than they should be. Seriously the light is so dim it hardly lights up the road. You turn down the street you live on to take a shortcut to Dixie's and as you pass your house you glance at it instinctively.

You slam on the breaks just past your driveway. "What the fuck?" You put the car in park and squint at your darkened front door, or lack thereof. The door is open, gone by the looks of it.

"Don't get out of the car." Shawn warns, flipping the lock button. "Someone could still be in there. Call the cops and back up out of sight."

You fumble with your phone and put it up to your ear. You report the break in and your street name. As soon as you're done you reverse down the street until you're a few houses away.

Shawn reaches over and lays his hand on your shoulder. "Do you know anyone who might have done this?"

"No. I have no idea. I don't even have anything worth stealing!" You lean your head on the steering wheel. "I don't understand. Could this night get any worse?"

"Don't say that." Shawn rubs up and down your back. "It's not the end of the world. We'll find out what's going on."

"What if I had gone home from Dixie's? What if I didn't come pick you up?" You look at the darkened house. "What if I was there?"

"You weren't. That's what matters. Look," he points to a police car coming down the street. "Here comes the cops."

"Will you go in with me?"

"Of course. You think I'm gonna just stay in the car?" Shawn grabs your hand and kisses it gently. "Come on, let's go talk to the cops."

An hour later and you've filed a full report with Officer Jones. There was nothing stolen as far as you can see. The house is fine, completely in order except for your room. Your dresser had been torn through and your closet emptied out, bed sheets and blankets torn apart too. You have absolutely no idea what someone was looking for and Officer Jones kept asking if you were completely sure you didn't know who could have done this.

It's nearly five in the morning and you are exhausted. The sun is coming up and the sky outside is getting brighter by the minute. You need to sleep and you don't feel safe in your house with the door broken and your bedroom torn apart.

"Grab some clothes, I'm gonna take you to my place." Shawn says, walking around your mess of a bedroom. "We'll take care of the broken door frame and stuff later."

"You're sure?"

"Yeah. Come on. I know we're both exhausted so I'll drive and we'll pick up my truck tomorrow. We need to rest, it's been a long night."

You grab a tote bag from your closet and throw a few shirts and jeans in it with some underwear. "I could stay with Jodi."

"I really would feel better if you stayed with me." Shawn takes the bag from you as you grab a pair of shoes and socks by the dresser. "Are you okay with it?"

"Of course Shawn." You join him by the door and lay your hand on his shoulder. "I trust you. We'll go to your place. If you want to take that stuff to the car I'm going to grab my camera gear. I told Harlow I'd start doing photos tomo- today." You sigh. "Well, I'll try and get everything set up after we get a few hours of sleep."

"I'm sure she'll understand." He rubs your back and you lean your head on his shoulder. You're absolutely at your limit, body ready to collapse on the next available soft surface. "I'll be in the car. Don't take too long."

"I won't."

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When you wake up you have no idea what time it is. Shawn's room is bright and you look around for some hint that he is there. He had insisted you take his bed and he'd sleep on the couch. His bed smells so good, like fresh laundry and his cologne. Warm and spicy, it is absolutely perfect. You reach for your phone on the nightstand and see it's just after noon. There are three missed texts.

Harlow: are you coming by to do the shoot today?

Shawn: I'll be at the gym, take it easy and help yourself to the fridge.

Harlow: nvm please rest I talked to Shawn

You close your eyes and flop back onto the pillows. You promised Harlow you'd be by to take some photos, at least some of the ones for the gym website. You turn over and curl up with Shawn's spare pillow, pressing your face into while opening Shawn's text to reply.

You: is Harlow mad I didn't make it?

Shawn: no. I explained the situation and she's more worried about you than anything

You: tell her I can still make it in to set up at least

Shawn: okay. If u are coming by bring me an extra shirt? I forgot to bring one for post workout.

You: okay no prob.

You glance over at his dresser and then back to the window opposite you that over looks the tree line behind his house. It looks like a nice day, it'd be a shame to waste it but you aren't feeling like going out. You just want to stay curled up in his bed forever. Yesterday was so draining with everything that happened and you don't know how much you can handle without snapping at someone. Rest had definitely helped but you still feel uneasy about the break in. It just seemed so targeted like Officer Jones said, but you can't imagine what someone would want from you.

Eventually you get up and make your way down stairs to the kitchen. Shawn's place is beautiful, it truly is. It's very much like a modern cabin and you're not surprised since it's just outside of town in the woods. He's got a few neighbors but it's not like a usual neighborhood setting.

You grab a protein bar from what you assume was once a fruit basket. It looks good enough and you grab your purse from the living room, stuffing one of Shawn's tees into it before you head out. You pause, looking down at the white shirt hanging out of your purse. You go back into the bedroom and take a blue shirt from Shawn's dresser before stripping off your top and pulling the white tee on over your head. It's a little big but it fits well enough and you smile to yourself in his mirror. You grab your purse and head for the front door.

The drive into town is quiet, a little long, but it's nice. It's one long road that winds around the woods in a circle and then turns out on to Main St that you take all the way into town. It's basically a cul-de-sac but in the woods. The whole time you wonder if you should stop by the house and check on it, or if you should call Officer Jones and see if they have anything to go off of. You're really banking on one of your neighbor's having a security camera or something that spotted the intruder. Though your street is so dark at night it's hard to see anything anywhere.

You turn into the lot behind Harlow's and park beside Jodi's Jeep. You unload your backdrops and stands, carrying everything in the back door. You're met with Connor whos grabbing some tape for a mat from the storage room and he offers to help.

"Look who I found," Connor announces as you walk out onto the gym floor with all your stuff in hand.

Shawn walks over from boxing with a stand up bag. "Hey darling," he takes your camera bag and stand case. "Did you sleep okay?"

"Yes." You smile softly. "Your bed is very comfortable."

"I'm glad." He rests his hand on your lower back. "Is this my shirt?"

"Maybe."

He grins and kisses your cheek. "It's all yours now. Looks good on you anyway. Any word from Officer Jones?"

"Not yet. I'm sure he'll call tonight or tomorrow."

"You can stay at my place as long as you need to."

You stand up on your toes a bit and kiss his cheek. "Thank you."

"Alright love birds break it up." Jodi says loudly, clapping at the two of you. "Before you start getting set up I wanna talk to you about what happened, I need to know who I'm going to skin alive."

"We don't know anything yet Jodi." Shawn says with an eye roll. "I told you that."

Jodi snorts. "I'm still going to kick someone's ass."

"I promise I'll let you know who to hunt when we hear back from the police." You say softly and Shawn gives you another kiss on the head before heading back over to the cage with Connor. Jodi puts her arm around you and the two of you head to the backroom that isn't full of old equipment to set up your camera.

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Photos go well, you manage to get all the guys done in a few hours. You'll go home later and look them over to decide if you need to reshoot anything. But for now you are finished and starting to pack up.

"Hey, you forgot one."

You turn and look at Shawn standing in the doorway to the backroom where you're set up. "I did?"

"Yeah. Me." He grins and steps in, closing the door behind him. "I thought you couldn't wait to get photos of me."

"Well, I figured I could get them any time."

"Oh? You think I'll pose for you whenever you like?"

You smirk. "You might, but I want to take candids of you."

Shawn wraps his arms around you and you lean back into his chest. "Candids huh?" He noses against your ear, hand going over your stomach. "Like private candids of me in my bed, laid out on the sheets holding my-"

"Shawn!"

He chuckles deeply and you can feel your body get warm, heat pooling between your legs. "Is that not what you want?"

You turn around in his hold and run a hand over his hair. "I want so much more from you then a couple of photos."

"Yeah? Tell me what you want."

"Oh you know...all the good stuff."

"The good stuff?" He walks you back against the backdrop and you bring his head down, foreheads rolling together. "This kind of good stuff?" He asks lowly before he kisses you softly.

"I know why you came in here." You whisper between kisses, hands going up and down his back. "You're jealous."

He lets out a growl as he kisses along your jaw. "You think I'm jealous of my fighters?"

"Your fighters hmm?"

"Mmm. I'm partnered with Harlow." He pulls back to look down at you. "I own the gym with her. I thought you knew?"

"No, I had no idea. She seems so bossy and it's called Harlow's so..."

Shawn plays with the ends of your hair, twisting his finger around bits of it. "She already had the place, I just bought in with championship winnings to keep it open. She runs the business side with Jodi and I run the gym floor as you can tell."

"Wow. So Connor and the other guys in the circuit this season is a huge deal for you."

"Yeah. A win from one of them could mean we expand Harlow's, new equipment, more fighters. With four guys going this year we have a good chance, and with Connor, we have the odds in our favor, I think."

You grin and shake your head. "Our first kiss and here we are talking business. Y'know if you were anyone else I'd have left by now."

"But I'm not anyone else." He leans in and bumps his nose to yours. "I'm special huh?"

"Oh you're special alright."

Shawn gives you one more kiss before he laughs and pulls back. "Let me make it up to you. I told Connor I'd go to dinner with him at Dixie's to talk about his first fight and what to expect. We can go a little early and have some time to ourselves first. How does that sound?"

"Sounds like a date."

"Oh it's not necessarily a date, but it could be."

You smile and he just holds your hips looking down at you. "Come on, enough staring like weirdos. I'm hungry."

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Dixie's is packed when you arrive but you manage to get a table near the bar that's a small two seater. You see Carrie running around like a mad woman and two of the day time waitresses are running around behind her. The place is popular this time of year with fighters and their crews moving into town and nearby during the first part of the western circuit. That's what Carrie told you anyway during her briefing on what to expect and how she deals with the increased number of fights during this time of year.

"Is that Connor?" Shawn asks, pointing to a table behind you. "What's he doing here so- oh I see."

You turn and look over at where Shawn is pointing to a corner table where Connor is and leaning on the table in her work clothes is Sammy. You smirk, it's about time they talked. Sammy has been eyeing Connor for weeks but she's hesitant because he's a fighter and she knows what the lifestyle entails.

“They’re kids, leave 'em be.”

“Yeah, yeah. Sammy is a good girl. I’m not worried about it.”

“She is. She also knows what it’s like to live with fighters. She told me her brother was a fighter.” You shake your head. “I think she said he went north to try for the canadian championship but he didn't win and ended up settling down up there”

“I knew her brother Devin, we fought a few times.” Shawn smiles over his drink. “The guy was really good, he gave me a run for my money.”

“Oh yeah? Did he train at Harlow’s?”

“No, no it was way before then. When I was nineteen he was twenty one, we went a few rounds in my first championship entry. I didn’t win that year, I got too cocky and big headed. He was a tough dude though, if Sammy is anything like him she’ll keep Connor in his place.”

You chuckle. “Sammy is very shy, I’m not sure she’s like her brother at all.”

“The shy ones are the ones you gotta watch out for.” Shawn smirks and you roll your eyes.

"Anyways, you said I could stay at your place again?"

"Mmhmm." Shawn smiles and chews on his straw. "I definitely don't mind."

"Good. I'm nervous about going home until we find out more from the police. It's feels like such a personal attack since they went through just my bedroom and didn't even take anything." You shake your head and lean you chin on your hand on the table. "They didn't even take jewelry. Someone wanted something from me."

"Maybe they thought it was someone else who lived there?"

"I don't know. I hope there is video footage from one of the neighbors that shows us something."

"They're gonna check with the neighbors for you?"

"Yeah, Officer Jones called while I was photographing Gauge. He said they're gonna canvas the area, ask for surveillance from anyone nearby and see if they can't get a suspect or even a car or something."

Shawn leans back and crosses his arms. "Y'know I was actually thinking, do you think it could be Tate? I didn't want to say something about him to the cops but is there something you have of his?"

You raise your eyebrows. You hadn't thought of Tate being a suspect. Hell, you were two states away from him now and it's been months since the break up. "I don't think I have anything. I gave him everything back, all his clothes and anything he ever bought me. I left it all in a box in our apartment."

"It was just a thought."

"No, it's a good one. He is crazy enough to do something like that." You roll your eyes and flag down Carrie to pay for your drinks. "Maybe I can call him, or I could try his sister Maggie."

"I'd try Maggie if you have a good relationship with her. If it was him he probably won't want to talk to you."

Carrie stops by the table and hands you your bill. "Have you seen Sammy?"

"She's over there with..." You look around for her and Connor but neither are at the table in the corner anymore. "Well she was here. Is she working tonight?"

"Yeah. Her shift starts in five minutes." Carrie takes your cash and you wave her off for change. "You say you seen her?"

Shawn chuckles. "She was with Connor."

"The fighter?"

"Yeah, my champ." Shawn stands and gives you a look and you nod, letting him know you don't mind if he goes looking for the two of them. "I think I know where they are."

Carrie raises her eyebrows. "Well if you find her, tell her to get her ass to work."

"Yes ma'am." Shawn smiles. "See you at the house." He squeezes your shoulder and heads for the front door.

A minute later Sammy comes walking in very flushed and you can't help but smile to yourself. She's got a flower tucked into her hair and you think her and Connor must have been sitting out on the patio since the flower is definitely from the pots out there.

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You get to Shawn's place a little after eight. His truck is in the driveway so you know he's there. The sun is starting to go down and you are tired from working on photos and stress from the break in. Your brain is absolutely taxed. All you want is some dinner and a soft bed. You turn the handle to the door and walk into music blasting from the kitchen. It's some eighties hair band and you chuckle to yourself as you walk across the living room to find Shawn around the corner shadow boxing at the stove shirtless.

"What's for dinner?" You laughs and he looks back around with a grin. "Smells good!"

Shawn turns and shuts off the music on his phone. "It's chili. I figured it's pretty easy to throw together since I got home just a few minutes ago."

"Why not order something?"

"Eh, I like homemade." He stirs the pot around. "I haven't had it in a while, I thought it'd be nice."

You walk around the island and take a look into the pot. It's not chili. Well, it is, but it's not what you were expecting. "What kind of chili is this?"

"Chili Verde. My dad's recipe. Wanna taste?" He spoons some out to cool in a little bowl on the counter. "I promise it's good."

You smile. "I'm sure it's very good. What's in it?"

"Pork, onions, green chilies. I cheated and used a bottle of premade chili verde salsa for a starter since I don't have time to stew tomatillos and green chilies for hours." He spoons some up for you and you take a bite. "Good yeah?"

"Hot." You cover your mouth. "It's kinda spicy but I like it. It's good."

Shawn beams and scoops out two bowls to cool. "I'll finish getting dinner ready, go change and relax."

You lean up on your tiptoes and kiss his cheek. "Thank you for making me dinner."

"Of course." He kisses your nose and your heart skips. "Go on."

Post dinner you're sitting on the couch with Shawn watching some ghost hunter show. He's got his arm around your shoulders and you're tucked into his side snugly. It's comfortable, being with Shawn feels incredibly natural. He's warm and safe.

"What're you doing next Sunday?" Shawn asks as he tucks his feet against yours where your legs are outstretched on the ottoman. "I was thinking if you're available we could go out."

"I work the late shift but I can see if one of the guys can cover for me."

"I don't want you to miss work. We can go another day."

"No, I want to go. It'll be a nice escape from the stress around here." You run your hand down his forearm and slide your hand into his. "Are we going to go horseback riding again?"

Shawn squeezes your hand. "Nope. I have another idea."

"What is it?"

"I'm not telling." He grins at you and you narrow your eyes at him. "I can surprise you again can't I? It's more fun that way."

"I'd like to see what tops horseback riding."

"I have a few ideas. Don't worry." He glances at the clock on the wall in the kitchen. "I should go to bed, I have a seven o'clock session with Jack tomorrow." He scrubs a hand over his face and sighs. "Do you mind if I take the bed?"

"Nope. I don't mind sharing."

"Sharing? You're ready for that?"

You push off of him and stand up, putting your hand out to him. "I'm ready for anything with you."

He takes your hand and stands, pulling you against him. "Anything huh?" He runs a hand over your hair. "Falling a little fast aren't we?"

"I don't mind." You wrap your arms around his middle. "We work well together. I've never felt this comfortable and free around someone before."

He hums. "It feels natural. I completely understand."

You scratch at his back gently and he smiles down at you. "Let's go to bed. You need to be up early."

"Mmm I could always reschedule if we wanted to stay up late." He runs his hand down your back and over your butt. "I'm sure Jack won't mind."

You shake your head and laugh. "No, you're not cancelling work because of me. We can sleep together any time."

"Well don't make it sound like we're an old married couple, jeez."

You lean up on your tiptoes and kiss him quickly. "Maybe it's good practice for the future."

"Wh- oh." He grins. "First kiss and you're planning our future all in one day? Damn."

"Oh shut up." You pull away and head to his bedroom. "Come on, chop chop. The bed awaits."

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You wake up in the middle of the night and you're freezing. It doesn't even feel like there is a heater on in the house. You roll towards Shawn and slide your arm around his middle, spooning him from behind. He shifts. A soft grunt followed by a mumble of incoherent sleep laden words. He's like a furnace, body radiating into yours.

"You okay?"

"Mmhmm." You press a kiss to his hair. "All good now."

"I missed this." He places his hand over yours on his chest. His heart beats in time with yours, a cadence of comfort in the night. "I missed being held."

"It's been a while?"

"A long while. I didn't like to date when I fought. I only wanted to focus on my work." He chuffs. "I'd deprive myself to be the best. Stupid huh?"

"No. You thought it'd help. It must have, you did win." You flex your fingers against his skin, blunt nails scratching him lightly. "Do you like being the little spoon?"

"Love it. There's something about having someone smaller than you curled up and wrapped around you that I just love. I do like being the big spoon too, but I really enjoy being held sometimes."

"I'll hold you any time." You give him a squeeze and he tangles his legs with yours. "You're like a big teddy bear."

He chuckles and that's the last thing you hear before you fall asleep to the sound of his soft breathing and the beating of his heart under your fingertips.

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End Part 1

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Thank you for reading! Part 2 will be out sometime in the future as I have to write the ending still, but it’ll be another 13k at least. Thank you all again. - A

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