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Pinky Promise (H.H)

Word count: 10K

Warnings: Angst, Teen pregnancy, Little bit of smut, fluff, mostly fluff i think.

~Dad!Harry x Reader~

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Teenage years…

They are the most crucial years in life, the years used to find oneself, to make mistakes, and learn from them. Of course there were certain exceptions to these rules, one in particular, about learning from mistakes… Some mistakes would follow you throughout your life, some would completely change it, and some would have you facing a choice... A choice no teenage girl should be facing alone.

You sat on the bathroom floor holding the white and pink stick in your hands, terrified to look down, terrified to see the answer you already knew you would. With a deep breath, you looked down, seeing the plus sign, clear as day. 15.. 15 years old, and halfway across the world from the boy that got you into this predicament. What the hell were you supposed to do?

The choices you had to make, the sacrifices.. Your childhood was gone, that chance to make mistakes? Long gone.. Life was veered into one direction and you were forced to just go with it.

Looking back you wouldn't change it for the world, the two little boys life blessed you with were your pride and joy. Every trial and tribulation was worth it as long as you were giving them everything they needed and deserved, but it always felt like a part of you was missing.

To be fair your relationship with Harry hadn't ended in a heartbreaking way, no, you two were in love, and it would have lasted forever, you were sure of that, but then your grandmother got sick, prompting your family to move from London to Los Angeles California. It was the only time you had been careless, always so aware of the dangers of unprotected sex, but knowing you'd probably never see Harry again, at least for the years to come, you hadn’t cared to follow the rules, what could one time do?

The answer, it could change the entire course of your life.

You never expected to see Harry again, and this just felt like something that would ruin him, so with his best interest in mind, you deleted any trace of yourself from the internet, all socials, changed your number, and lived life under the radar. Being a teenage mom wouldn't be easy, but it was something you had to do, for them.

Nine years. Nine of the best years, watching them grow, become their own people, getting to love and be loved by them. They had saved your life, and you'd always be grateful for the two of them, how could you not?

“Okay, lunches are packed, and the bus is about to get here. Let's scoot!” You shouted to your twins. You glanced down at your watch to see that you were making good time this morning.

“Mom, Robby wont give me back my switch!” Anthony yelled from the living room. With a sigh you walked out to your living room watching the boys argue over the little hand held device.

“Robert, you broke yours, that doesn't mean you get Ant’s, and you know that,” You spoke calmly but sternly.

“But mom, he said I could have a turn,” Robby complained, pushing out his bottom lip in a pout and flashing his best puppy eyes.

“That's not going to work this time kid, it's time for school,” You laughed, ruffling up your son's curly red hair, before pushing him towards the door to make sure they would catch the bus. With a kiss on each of their heads, and a wave goodbye, you watched as they boarded their bus and left for another day of school. You'd never understand how life flew by so fast, how they went from tiny boys, to giant kids. You wished time would just slow, and give you a second to catch your breath.

Oh, but life had a way of playing some funny tricks.

You worked for a huge multi-million dollar company, and you were the front runner. The face everyone saw. And with a company like this, morale was a big thing, so you were regularly dealing with charities, speaking on behalf of the company and delivering checks, of very generous amounts. Today was one of those days, you had an appointment with one of the heads of a charity called ‘The Brothers Trust,’ like every other appointment, it would take place in your office that was lined with pictures of your twins, all around the walls, from birth to just a few months ago on there first day of third grade.

That wouldn't have posed a problem, or made your stomach hurt, until you heard the voice.

“Y/N, Y/L/N? You're kidding me right now,” The voice was deeper than it had been ten years prior, but it was undeniable that it wasn't him.

“Harry?” You glanced up from your computer screen to see the boy you had been in love with, now was in fact not a boy anymore. He was taller, and broader, but just as handsome as you had remembered. You would have gawked at him for as long as he would have allowed, until you remembered the pictures of your children all over the place. The children you shared with Harry Holland. The children he was blindly unaware of.

“Wow, it has been so long,” He exclaimed rounding your desk as you stood up to greet him. His arms wrapped you in a tight hug, something you hadn't felt in way too long. He smelled just as you remembered too, and all those feelings, all those memories came flooding back, but so did the guilt. “You disappeared, after you moved. We never heard from you again,” it was a statement, but it felt like a question. You felt your heart race increase, hoping he would not see any of the pictures of the boys, and hoping if he did, he wouldn't put two and two together.

“Oh, yeah, you know life happened,” You said stupidly. Luckily he laughed, ignoring how awful the excuse was.

“Well how have you been? Working for this company, you have really made something of yourself, haven't ya?” he asked, genuinely impressed. Ha, if only he knew.

“I've been good, i uh, worked my way up, I've been here since i turned 18, but i started as just a receptionist,” you explained.

“Oh, no college?” He asked.

“Nope. Didn't have the time,” you answered quickly, he furrowed his brows, at that. And then you saw his eyes shift to above your head. Where the picture of the boys just a few months ago was proudly placed. You watched as Harry's smile faltered. It was impossible for him to not connect the dots, the boys were identical to Him and Sam at that age.

Harry cleared his throat as he glanced around the room at the various pictures. “You have kids?” He asked.

“Yep,” You answered, your palms were beginning to sweat, and you could swear the walls were shrinking in on you.

“Twins?” He asked, he was focusing on a picture to his left, of Robby one Halloween. He had looked so much like Harry in the picture, it almost made you gasp when you had taken it.

“Yes,” Your one-worded answers were the biggest admission of your guilt, you couldn't even think. Your children's father was in front of you, discovering the fact that he not only had a child, but he had two.

“How old are they?” He didn't even glance at you, he probably couldn't. He knew the answer, he had already figured it out.

“There nine,” you whispered, looking down, tears flooding your eyes, you couldn't do this now. This was so much.. He had to be mad. And if he was, he had every right to be.

“Y/N?” He pushed, his voice was soft, not what you had expected. To be honest you had expected screaming, it's what you deserved. “Y/N? Look at me please,” You glanced up seeing him on the brink of tears as well.

“Tell me those boys don't have my blood running through these veins, tell me they are not mine,” He whispered.

“I can't do that,” you whispered back, your whole world crumbling around you.

“I need some air,” Harry said, rushing out of your office. Everything in you screamed at you to stay there, to not run after him, but you found yourself doing just that. You found him in the courtyard, crouched down, obviously overwhelmed from learning of the children he shared with you.

“Harry?” You asked. He didn't move, or even look at you, he couldn't bring himself to.

“How? We were so careful,” he said.

“Yeah, except for that last time,” You told him. His head shot towards you, eyes wide and mouth open.

“You're saying I got you pregnant, an hour before you boarded a plane to the states?” he demanded. You simply nodded. “I can't even be a jerk and ask if you're sure, because that kid is a spitting image of me,” he scoffed, before standing back up.

You heard the chuckle leave your mouth before you could even think about it. “Yeah, Robby looks just like you, but Ant looks a lot like Sam,” You said quietly.

His eyebrows raised, “What are their names?” He asked.

“Robert, and Anthony, or as I call them Robby and Ant,” you felt your cheeks flush, having named them after Harry and Sam.

“I like that,” He laughed, running his fingers through his hair. “This is a lot Y/N. Why did you keep this from me?” He wondered. He deserved a good explanation, he deserved the truth.

“I was scared. I was fifteen, and had just left, and I thought you would hate me, so I just figured it was better to do it alone, to keep you in the dark, and let you have the rest of your childhood. It was probably a selfish decision, but I was so young, I didn't know any better,” you explained.

“As they got older, you never considered reaching out?” his question was a valid one, and the truth? You had, so many times you had contemplated it, thinking about how good it would be for them to have him, to know there father, but you were always worried that they would resent you, resent you for keeping him a secret, for not letting them know an entire second family, that would have loved them unconditionally.

“I couldn't let myself wonder, if you would even want them, want to be part of their lives. I couldn't deal with it,” You whispered, tears streaming down your face.

“Do you honestly think I wouldn't have dropped everything and come out here for you, for them? Even at 15 y/n, I would have sacrificed everything for you, I loved you. You were it. You didn't even consider me,” he said, tears rushing down his own cheeks.

“I'm sorry, Harry. I'm so sorry,” you knew you were ugly sobbing now, and in front of your job nonetheless Not your finest moment, but if anyone knew what was going on, you're sure they wouldn't blame you.

The last thing you expected was for Harry to hug you, to comfort you. You had wronged him, you had kept something so big from him, robbed him of knowing his kids, raising them and loving them, you had done that. But he still pulled you into his arms, burying his face in your neck as the two of you cried, both of you hurt, both of you sorry,

You finally felt your tears stop, as Harry still held you close. A familiar feeling.

“Do you want to know them?” You asked. Pulling away, Harry looked you in the eyes, and flashed you a small smile.

“I would love nothing more than to meet them,” He whispered.

You weren't sure how to approach the situation. How did one introduce their children to their father? Would you even let them know that he was their dad, right off the bat? You had exchanged numbers with Harry and gave him your address. You wanted him to meet them, but you were scared of how they would react. You didn't want them to resent you.

Y/N: I'm gonna introduce you as just a friend, for now.

H: I understand, is that a common thing?

Y/N: Is what?

H: You bringing guy friends around?

Y/N: oh. No. It's not.

H: Oh, good.

Y/N: Was that your way of asking if i’ve dated? lol

H: ha. That obvious?

You stood in your kitchen, chopping vegetables as you waited for the boys to get home. You were nervous, but a part of you was excited, and hopeful. You heard the door open, and the sweet sound of giggling flooded your house.

“Mommy!” Robby exclaimed running into the kitchen to hug you, Ant wasn't far behind.

“Hi mamma,” He said, greeting you with a hug.

“How was school?” You asked them, listening as they told you about every aspect of their days. “So, uh, I have a friend who's going to come over for dinner,” you told them, both boys turning to look at you, their interest obviously piqued.

“Is it aunt Jaz?” Robby asked you.

“Oh, no it's an old friend from when I lived in London,” you told him.

“I thought you didn't talk to anyone from when you were younger, mom?” Ant asked. Your kids were too smart for their own good sometimes.

“Well, i don't, but i ran into him and-”

“Him?”

“Like a boyfriend?”

“Now what do you know about boyfriends?” you laughed.

“Mom, I had a girlfriend last year,” Ant told you, causing you to roll your eyes.

“Yeah ok stud, just be on your best behavior tonight, okay?” Both boys nodded before running to the living room to play their games.

As you were finishing up dinner you heard a knock at the front door. After wiping your hands on your apron, you walked over and opened the door, finding Harry with a bouquet of flowers standing on your step. “Hi, come in,” You ushered him in.

“These are for you,” He admitted coyly, handing you the flowers, making your cheeks flush.

“You didn't have to,”

“No, but I wanted to,” He smiled at you. Suddenly you heard a commotion in the living room and then a very loud..

“MOM!”

You rushed to the living room to see one of your sons with a bloody nose and the other hiding behind his hands. “Robert Michael! How many times have I told you to keep your hands to yourself?” You spoke loudly, but did not yell. “Anthony, honey, let's go clean that up,” You said soothingly as you took your son's hand and rushed him to the bathroom to clean up his bloodied face. Raising boys was a mission, and one that oftentimes had blood and arguments, something you had become accustomed too.

You would have to deal with Robby later, but for now, you needed to get through the night, and introduce them to Harry.

“Kitchen boys,” You said to your sons, leading the way. Harry was standing by the door still, not sure exactly what he should do, the whole situation was nerve wracking.

“Boys, this is Mom's friend Harry,” You said as the boys shuffled their way in front of you. “This is Robby,” You told him as you ruffled your redheaded son's hair. “And this is Ant,” You told him as you bopped the brown haired boy on the nose.

“Mom,” Anthony groaned at you.

“Hi guys, it's nice to meet you,” Harry said as he offered out his hand. Both boys looked at him like he was absolutely crazy.

“Are you our moms boyfriend?” Ant asked.

“Yeah, are you?” Robby added.

You felt your cheeks flush at your children's bluntness, and as soon as you got ready to say something Harry took over.

“I was, at one point, a long time ago, but then we grew up and grew apart.” He told them,

Both the boys shrugged, accepting that, like it made so much sense in their little boy brains.

Dinner went off without a hitch, and what was an introductory dinner turned into biweekly dinners, which turned into weekend hangouts and spending a lot of time together.

Harry was so patient, he never stepped over the line that you had placed down, allowing things to progress naturally. He waited a full four months before bringing the whole ‘dad’ thing back up.

You were sitting on a park bench, watching as the kids ran around the playground. “You think we will tell them anytime soon?” He asked you. It was a fair question.

“As soon as we do, everything will change. There will be expectations, and they will hold you accountable for a lot. Are you sure you're ready for that?” You asked him.

“Are you?” you looked at him, his brown eyes looking deeply into yours. You wanted so badly to be a picture perfect family. You wanted to believe that this could work, but there were so many kinks, but the most important was where you both lived. Sure Harry was here for a while with Tom, but his home was London, and you had built a life here. Would you be willing to let your kids go to spend time with their dad halfway across the world, while you stayed behind? "Come to London with me for the weekend," Harry said, catching you off guard. "Let them meet my family? I can take you guys around the city, it'll be fun," this was something that should take time and consideration to agree to.

"Okay," you blurted, not even taking a second to consider what that could mean.

"Wait, really?" Harry asked, shocked at how easily you had agreed.

"I mean, yeah, why not. It'll have to happen at some point right?" You told him, the sour feeling in your stomach catching up to your words. What had you gotten yourself into?

Anyone's first time flying is stressful, but throwing two nine year old’s on a plane, without much warning, probably takes the cake for a stress filled situation. The boys were between you and Harry, and while Robby was fine, Anthony was having a mild panic attack. "Baby, it's ok," you soothed him, rubbing his arm.

"Mommy, planes crash all the time," he said in a panicked tone.

"I promise you they don't bub, you're going to be fine, just close your eyes and try and relax," of course that was easier said than done, but by the third hour in, he was peacefully sleeping on your shoulder. You looked over to see Robby slumped out against Harry's arm, who was still angling the movie he was watching towards him so he could see.

"Harry," you said, catching his attention, you nodded at your sleeping son, making Harry's attention switch to the boy. It warmed your heart how much the boys liked Harry and had warmed up to him, it made everything so much easier. "I'll have to find a hotel after we land, I totally spaced it," you explained.

"Absolutely not," Harry said. "You guys are staying with me and I will not take no for an answer," he insisted. You smiled at him, the small gesture meaning so much to you.

"Thank you," you told him, he smiled and nodded at you.

Harry's house was nice, big for just a single guy. You walked down the hall following him to a room, and as soon as he opened the door you felt your heart skip a beat.

"I had Sam and Paddy, put them up, and go and by bed sets and some random toys so they weren't miserable," harry explained as you stared into the room that looked like it was designed just for your children. The fact that he had his brothers come over to set up a bunk bed and make his house more kid friendly, it meant a lot to you.

And as soon as the boys saw it, they were ecstatic. Admiring all the brand new toys and things in the room, it filled your heart with joy.

"Good job, dad," you whispered to Harry before walking back to the living room. It was something simple, you hadn't really even thought before you said it. But the simple sentence made Harry's heart skip a beat. He wanted so badly to be what the boys deserved, the dad they deserved. He had missed out on so much, he wasn't sure he would ever make it up to them, and once they knew he was their dad, he hoped they didn't hate him for not being around.

After the long flight, the boys fell asleep early, opting to sleep in one bed instead of separating. You kissed them both goodnight before heading back to the living room to Harry, who was laying out a blanket on the couch.

"What are you doing?" You asked.

"Oh, I'm gonna take the couch, so you can have my bed," he explained.

"No, I'll take the couch," you argued. He laughed and shook his head. "I'm literally not going to allow you to sleep on the couch in your own house," you told him.

"We could just share my bed," he offered. You felt your stomach knot at the offer. It was silly really, but you had not been with someone since Harry. You had never had time, even if that's not what he was suggesting, it still made you nervous.

"I mean, if it's alright with you," you said, shyly.

"Of course it is," he insisted.

You stood in the bathroom as you got yourself ready for bed. Nerves were high. The last few months spent with Harry, you had shared a few moments, but each and every time, something had interrupted, leaving both of you lost and confused about how the other felt.

So now as you crawled into his bed, you were made aware of the way you felt. You laid as close to the edge as you could manage, not wanting to cross a line. Harry quickly noticed your awkward demeanor.

"Are you ok?" He asked you quietly.

"Hmm? Yeah," you told him, but he didn't buy it.

"You can scoot closer, I won't bite," even in the dark you could hear the smirk on his face. It made you giggle.

"Yeah, yeah alright," you mumbled as you scooted closer. Your fingertips brushed against Harry's hand, and thought your mind yelled at you to move away, your heart was screaming for you to keep it there. So you did.

"Have you ever thought about how it would have been had you not moved away?" Harry asked suddenly.

"Yeah," you whispered.

"You think we would have stayed together?" He wondered.

"You were it for me, if I hadn't left, I'm pretty sure we would have gone off and gotten married by now," you admitted. Harry laughed at that.

"You know, I never stopped looking for you. In crowds, on planes, everywhere. I was always hopeful I'd run into you," he said.

"I'm sorry I didn't keep in touch," you whispered, your voice breaking slightly.

"You had your reasons, I just wish we would have had more time you know," he said, turning to face you. "Have you ever felt that way towards anyone else?" He asked.

"I, uh, I've never been with anyone else," you whispered. Harry took a deep breath in, unsure of if he'd heard you right.

"What do you mean?" He asked.

"Exactly what I said," you giggled. "Being a teen mom, it's not really a turn on for guys," you admitted.

"Ten years though?" Harry asked, shocked.

"You know there's things you can buy to assist with that," you said, rolling your eyes.

"Wait, you're being serious?" Harry demanded.

"Deadly"

You weren't sure exactly what you were thinking, but the talk of your lack of sex life mixed with the close proximity of harry made you feel something you hadn't felt in so long.

You could feel his breath on your lips, before they connected. You might have been the one who leaned in but you couldn't be too sure.

His hand rested gently on your waist, as his lips gently gilded together with yours, it was soft and slow, and sweet. But then you let out a moan, and what was just a soft kiss was soon so much more. Your fingers twisted into his curls as he snaked his hands around your waist, pulling your body into him. His tongue slid over your bottom lip, and you knew things were probably going to get heated.

Until you heard it.

"Mamma," the voice was quiet and distant, meaning whichever boy it was, was still in bed. Making you believe it was Robby, who had night terrors.

You pulled away from Harry, and as you went to get up you felt his hand catch your wrist. "Can I?" He asked. You weren't sure he could possibly comfort him the way he would need, but you knew you needed to at least let him try, he is their dad after all.

"Yeah, okay," you nodded, watching as he got up and sloped through the door.

You felt helpless sitting in Harry's bed waiting, you weren't sure why. It's not like one of them was hurt, but you were their mom, their only parent for so long, and in their eyes you still were. You were the sun, the moon, and the earth to them, and giving up that little bit of control felt very foreign and almost unnatural.

The bedroom door opened quietly as Harry came back into the room, you could see the smile on his face in the moonlight, "I may or may not owe one or both of them ice cream in the morning for breakfast," he chuckled. You felt the butterflies erupt in your stomach.

"Harry, you didn't," you laughed as he laid down next to you.

"Well, Robby had a nightmare, and then because they were in the same bed it woke up Ant, so I read them a story, and then they wanted to know if I had any video games, and I told them I'd show them in the morning, but there really good negotiators," he informed you, something you were way to aware of.

"So, what was the negotiation?" You pondered.

"Oh.. well about that. I'm showing them my video games and they get ice cream for breakfast," he laughed as he said the words, knowing how silly he sounded.

"They have you wrapped around their fingers already," you laughed as you laid back down next to Harry.

"Yeah they do," he chuckled.

"So, that kiss," you whispered.

You could feel his eyes on you, watching the way you were biting your bottom lip, nerves on overdrive. He leaned in closer to you, lips almost touching again.

"It was long overdue," he said before reconnecting your lips. You let yourself get consumed by Harry's lips, just like back then, it felt like your lips were made for each other, it was beautiful.

You wanted more. More of Harry, more of the happiness you felt when you were with him.

His hand slipped under your shirt, his fingers grazing the naked skin of your back, and you felt your body tremble at his touch. It was embarrassing how easily you were flustered by him. How easily you would become undone by him. You wrapped your arms around his neck, pulling him closer as you continued to kiss him, your leg went over him and he pushed his knee between your legs, before rolling you onto your back and climbing over you. He kissed your neck, with open mouth kisses as his hands rested on your hips. There was a pause, as his lips made there way from your neck to the collar of your shirt, a pause that was asking for permission. You giggled, and reached down to pull the shirt over your head. Harry took a deep breath as his eyes trailed your newly exposed chest, you had changed, after having two kids, breastfeeding, and so long of not being seen by another person, you suddenly felt super self conscious, but the way Harry was looking, it wasn't in disgust, it was in awe, in awe at your beauty, the stretch marks that were lining your skin, it just was proof of the miracle you had performed by birthing the two boys.

"You're so beautiful" he whispered, before trailing kisses down your chest. You tugged on his shirt, pulling it over his head, and throwing it to the ground, before pulling him back up to connect your lips again. You could feel how much of an effect you had on him, and you knew you were soaked.

"We don't have to do anything, I'm not expecting anything," Harry mumbled against your lips.

"I know, I want to," you told him. He smiled against your lips, you were everything Harry wanted, everything he had always wanted. It had always been you, even after ten years, it was still you.

"You'll have to be quiet," he whispered. Making you giggle.

"I'm sure I can manage that," you chuckled. With that, Harry hooked his fingers in the waistband of your shorts, grabbing both them and your panties and dragging them slowly down your legs, before finally letting them drop to the floor. He then pulled down his own, exposing his hard and aching member.

"Condom?" You asked. He chuckled before reaching over to the side table and fishing in the drawer and finding the foil rapper.

"Don't need anymore Rugrats right now," he teased as he ripped the package open with his teeth. He rolled the rubber over himself before lining himself up at your entrance, you knew that you were not going to last as soon as he pushed his way in, and he went slow, interlocking his hands with yours, kissing you as he slowly thrust into you. It was so much more than just 'sex' it was beautiful and perfect, it was full of love, love that you both felt for each other after all this time, love that neither of you had admitted to.

You both laid, naked, bodies tangled together after everything was said and done.

"I told my parents to take it easy, not overstep, but my mum is exited, she hasn't stopped talking about tomorrow, since I brought it up a few weeks ago," harry said as he strokes your hair. Your head was on his bare chest.

"Weeks?" You wondered, he had only brought up the idea to you a few days prior.

"Yeah, I wanted to ask you sooner, but I was nervous," he admitted. You chuckled at that. Your eyes grew heavy and you felt your eyelids flutter shut before falling asleep in Harry's arms.

When you woke up, you were alone. The sun was shining through the curtains and you could hear the distant sounds of a television playing somewhere in the house. With a groan, you got yourself up, walking towards the noise, you paused in the doorway as you admired Harry between your two boys, explaining some video game to them. It was a sight you could get used to, a sight you'd like to see every morning.

"Good morning," you called out, making all three of their glances shoot towards you.

"Mamma!" Both the boys exclaimed, running to you and engulfing you in a hug. You kissed each of them on their heads, and ruffled up their hair.

"Did you sleep well?" You wondered.

"I had a nightmare, but Harry came in and read us a story," Robby told you.

"And then he promised to get us ice cream for breakfast," Ant added proudly.

"Oh I know he did," you laughed as you watched your kids run back to the room, probably to play with the toys. "Thanks for letting me sleep in," you smiled at Harry.

"It's the least I could do," he admitted, before walking up and placing a kiss on your forehead, "do you want ice cream, or real food for breakfast?"

Looking at the path that led up to the front door was overwhelming. You'd been here so many times before, but that was years ago. You stood waiting for Harry to get something out of the car, holding each of your son's hands. You knew that the Hollands had every right to be mad at you. You had his something so big for so long, and just like with Harry, you had robbed them of the first years of the boy's life.

While Harry understood, you weren't sure the rest of his family would feel the same.

"Ready?" Harry asked, walking up behind you.

"Oh, absolutely," you mumbled sarcastically.

"Mom, who are these people?" Ant whispered.

"There Harry's parents," you answered. You knew this must be so confusing for your kids, you wanted so badly to explain everything to them, you just weren't sure you were ready.

Harry walked in front of you, opening the door, the smell of food flooded your nostrils. There was a bark and patterning of paws on the floor before being greeted by a mid sized dog. "Tess don't jump," Harry instructed as she sniffed at the boys who had let go of your hands and we're hugging the dog.

"Y/n/n?" You heard from down the hall, turning to see Sam.

"Sammy!" You exclaimed, greeting him with a hug.

"Wow, look at you, all grown, and with two little guys in tow," he said, holding you tightly. He let go grabbing you by the shoulders and looking into your eyes. "You should have told him, he would have dropped everything for you three," he whispered. If it had come from anyone else it would have been condescending, but coming from Sam you knew he was just looking out for his twin, the Same way your boys did.

"I know, I'm sorry," you told him. He smiled at you, pulling you into another hug.

"You're here now, that's what matters," he whispered.

"Y/n y/l/n? Oh my goodness, look at you!" Nikki's voice was full of joy and excitement which eased your nerves instantly, she pulled you into her arms, squeezing you tightly. "I have a bone to pick with you, young lady,but right now I want to meet these little hooligans," she told you turning to look at the boys completely distracted by Tessa.

"Boys, come and say hi please," you told them. They both stood up and walked over standing shyly next to Harry as the two strangers to them watched them. You saw Nikki's eyes start to water.

"Mum, come on we talked about this," Harry groaned.

"I'm sorry, they just look, just like-"

"Come on mum, let's go over here for a minute," Sam interrupted, pulling her away before she said too much.

"Did we make her cry Harry?" Robby asked. Harry looked down at the boy who had a sad face.

"No, no. You didn't do anything to make her sad, she just cries sometimes," he explained before shooting you an apologetic look.

You heard voices from the other room, most of which were hushed until one spoke loudly.

"Wait, Harry's kids are here?"

"Paddy, quiet would you!" Sam exclaimed.

You shot your glance at the boys who luckily were still too occupied with the dog to have heard anything. "Maybe this was a mistake," Harry said as he walked up putting his arm around your waist.

"Hey, we'll get through it," you told him, laying your head on his shoulder. "We need to tell them soon though, I don't want someone to spoil it,"

"What about after we leave here, we go get ice cream?" He asked.

"You and your ice cream, I swear," you giggled at him.

Dinner with the Hollands was much easier than you had expected, there full attention was on the boys, who loved being the center of attention.

When diner was done you offered to help Nikki clean while the boys went to the living room.

"You know we wouldn't have been mad," Nikki said.

"Huh?" She had caught you off guard.

"When you found out you were pregnant, we wouldn't have been mad, you guys were young, you were bound to be reckless. I just wish you would have come to us," she explained.

"I was scared," you admitted.

"Of him not wanting them?" She wondered.

"Maybe.. I was so young. I didn't want him to give up his life just because I had to give up mine," you admitted to her.

"Well, the past is in the past, and now you guys have a chance to fix things," she squeezed your shoulder, and offered you a smile.

You were glad the Hollands didn't resent you, it made things easier, but there was still the actual fact of telling the boys.

You sat at the table, as the boys stood with Harry at the window of the ice cream shack, ordering to their heart's desire. You were playing out various scenarios of how this conversation could go in your head. You hoped the boys wouldn't be mad, but if they were you wouldn't blame them.

Harry had been around for months now, and you had still kept it from them, but now, it was time.

The boys sat across from you with their overflowing cones of ice cream, smiles so big you were sure their cheeks would be hurting from it. Harry sat beside you and placed his hand on the low of your back and slid you a small cup with some chocolate ice cream.

“Hey guys,” both the boys looked up at you, waiting for you to continue. “Do you remember a few months ago, when you asked why your dad wasn't around? After Chris's birthday,”

“Yeah,”

“Mmm hmm”

“Well, I wasn't honest with you. I know I told you it was because he had things going on and he had always been too busy to come see us, but the truth is, he never knew,” both boys stared at you in confusion.

“Our dad didn't know that he had us?” Ant questioned.

“How could he not know that mom?” Robby added.

“Well when i was young, i fell in love with a boy, and when you fall in love sometimes it results in babies, but by the time i knew, i had moved from here, to California, and i never told your dad,” You could feel Harry's eyes burning into your skin as he waited for the shoe to drop, ready for whatever was to come.

“So our dad is from here? Does that mean he has an accent like Harry?” Robby asked excitedly.

“I wish Harry was our dad, he's the coolest,” Ant said to Robby, who nodded at his brother in agreement.

“Oh,” you were shocked at what you had just heard. “Guys, Harry is your dad,” Silence. It was like everything went dead, the buzzing of the street light, the laughing of the kids around the ice cream shack, everything stopped, the boys stared at you, eyebrows furrowed in confusion, or shock, or both. You looked at Harry who was looking right at you, obviously speechless.

“Does that mean we have to stay here without you?” Ant asked you, worry written all over his face.

“What? No!” You assured him.

“Because Chris has to stay with his dad sometimes without his mom, and he doesn't like it,” He explained.

“Is that why we have the same hair?” Robby asked Harry.

“Yeah, buddy, that's why we have the same hair,” He laughed.

“Can we play your video games now cause you're our dad? Do we have to call you dad?” Robby questioned, he was obviously more okay with the situation than his brother.

“You guys can call me whatever you want, we will take things slow, i'm not trying to step in and take over, your mom has done an amazing job, and i'm just glad that i get to be a part of your guys life now,” Harry explained.

“So I can play your video games?” Robby repeated.

“Yes, Robby, you can play my video games,” Harry laughed as Robby busted out a giant smile, you could see that Ant was not taking it well, and was being rather quiet.

You got back to Harry's house and he and Robby made their way inside, as you held Ant back, crouching down so you could talk to him. “Hey, talk to me, tell me what you're thinking,” You told him as you ran your fingers over his cheek.

“What if he doesn't want to be my dad?” he asked, taking you totally by surprise.

“What do you mean bub?” You wondered.

“What if he thinks i’m stupid, or he doesn't like me cause i get scared, and then he leaves cause he doesn't like being my dad?” you felt your heart break as your son stressed over these things. You pulled him into your arms, squeezing him tight.

“He already loves you bub, and he's not going anywhere ok?” you told him.

“You promise?” He asked, sticking out his little pinky.

“Cross my heart,” You said as you looped your finger with his, kissing him gently on the forehead, before heading into the house.

The next few months were spent trying to adjust to the new dynamic. After the long weekend spent in London, and admitting your secret to the boys, things had definitely changed. You noticed that they needed you less and less and gravitated towards Harry instead. You had offered to let him stay with you while he was back in la, but he had insisted that he didn't want to overwhelm you with his presence, and opted to stay in the rental, him tom and their close friend Harrison had been staying in.

The more time the boys spent with Harry, the more you regretted not doing this sooner. But you couldn't help but feel sad that you weren't the sun, the moon and stars anymore, now you were just mom.

You sat at the kitchen table with your best friend jaz trying to hash out some of the details of the boy's upcoming birthday. "So, have you guys talked about getting back together?" She asked you.

"No, most of the talk is just about the boys," you informed her.

"Well, with him around, maybe you could actually try dating," you knew she was trying to be helpful, but it came across as naggy.

"I don't want to date, Jaz, I'm perfectly content with how things are," you declared.

"Ok miss I haven't had sex in ten years, whatever you say," she mumbled.

"For your information, I had sex like three months ago," you quipped.

There was a mixture of shock and excitement that washed over her face at your confession, and you immediately regretted the mouth diarrhea you had. "Oh my god y/n you slept with baby daddy didn't you,"

"Ew, do not call him that, that makes me feel like a hood rat," you sighed. "But yes I slept with 'baby daddy'. I just I've been confused since, because as soon as we got back to the states, it was like radio silence. He's been around for the kids, but hasn't even spent a second alone with me. Not that I expected him to, but I'd like to know what that night meant to him," you groaned, dropping your head onto your arms.

"He has always had you so wound up, even when you hadn't spoken in years, face it y/n, you love him, you have always loved him, and you never stopped loving him," her words rang true, and you hated that.

After all this time, it was still him, no matter how badly you had tried to make sure it wasn't. "What do I do?" You begged her for guidance, something to help you figure it out.

"This is on you chickadee," she said before kissing your cheek and grabbing her bag. "Just don't wait too long again," she warned you with an extended finger.

"Yes mom," you mocked.

The boys were set to spend the night at a friend's house, meaning you had a night to yourself, a night that could be used to relax, or sleep, but instead you found yourself cleaning.

It was almost ten o'clock at night when you heard the doorbell ring. You had told Harry the boys had a sleepover, so you weren't sure who it could be. You opened the door to find him there, with a bag in his hand.

"I bought stuff to make cookies," he informed you.

"Well come in," you giggled, moving out of his way.

Harry walked into the kitchen pulling out all the ingredients for homemade chocolate chip cookies. “Did you get vanilla extract?” you mused.

“You don't have any?” his face fell into a frown. You rolled your eyes walking up behind him and pulling open the cupboard and pulling out the little glass vial.

“Course I do,” you grinned.

“Ah, cheeky thing you are,” He snickered as you hopped on to the counter.

"I can be, when I wanna," you winked at him. He shook his head as he stared at you.

"Help me with the measurements would ya?" He handed you a bag of flour and a measuring cup.

You hopped off the counter, measuring out the dry ingredients, and then the wet ingredients, mixing them all together and then adding the Chocolate chips. You preheated your oven, and begin separating the dough as you wait for the oven.

Harry stood behind you, hands on the counter boxing you in, you could feel his breath on the back of your exposed neck. "What are you doing?" You requested.

"I'm just admiring the view," he whispered, lips dangerously close to your ear.

"Harry," you whispered. As soon as you said his name, he's lips pressed against your skin, he took a step forward, his body pushing into yours, he placed his hands on your hips, holding you there, as he let himself get carried away with kisses. You may not have known in that moment, but Harry loved you, then, before, still, always.

"I can't get enough of you," he mumbled into your neck. You leaned your head to the side giving him more access.

You turned around, finding his lips with yours. It was a hungry kiss, an anticipated kiss. Your mouths were moving too fast to keep up, but it didn't stop you.

Harry hoisted you up into his arms, making you giggle as he carried you aver to the living room. Both of you forgot about the cookies that were waiting to be put in the oven.

It took no time for your clothes to be discarded. First it was his shoes and then that was followed suit by your shirt, then his, then pants, and undergarments. Then to some miracle you had made your way to your bedroom, leaving a trail of clothes to be cleaned up afterwards.

He pushed you onto the bed, as he got down to his knees, peppering your legs with kisses from your knees to your inner thighs, skipping right over your aching core, and just when you were about to complain, he ran his finger through your folds from entrance to clit. You moaned out at that, the anticipation making it all that much better. He lowered his face down, licking a strip up until focusing on your clit, it seemed like he was spelling something out with his tongue and it was sending you right over the edge. He could tell that you were about to explode with how you were squirming from under him. He placed his hand on your lower stomach and flashed you a grin before going back to what he was doing before. You felt the band in your stomach snap as your orgasm washed over you, a wave of pure ecstasy.

And Harry devoured it, until you just couldn't take anymore, pushing his head away from your newly sensitive core.

"Sorry baby, couldn't help myself," he chuckled at you. He wiped his glistening face off before bringing it up to kiss you again. You could taste yourself on his lips, And it wasn't what you would have expected, it seemed to turn you on even more.

You wrapped your arms around his neck, kissing him deeply, passionately. "I need to tell you something," he said against your lips.

You felt your stomach tighten. "What?" You asked, disconnecting your lips.

"I uh, I found you a few years ago," he muttered.

You felt your brows furrow together in confusion. You pushed yourself into a seating position.

" What?" You repeated.

"I saw your face in an article about your company, and asked around about you," he explained. "I needed to know if you were ok, you left and never looked back, so I tried to figure out how you were," he reached out to grab your hand but you pulled it back, confused as to what he was saying. "The person I finally got in contact with told me about your parents accident, and that you were dealing with your grandma, who was set to go at anytime, leaving just you and the boys, and I was confused when they said you and 'the boys' so I asked about them, and they told me how old they were. I connected the dots then, I wasn't sure, but I had a strong feeling," he told you. You nodded, your head as you processed his words. "She gave me your number, to call you, but I could never bring myself to," he whispered.

"You knew?" You were shocked.

"I didn't know, but I had a feeling, and then when I saw their pictures, I knew that I was right," he told you.

"How long?" You demanded, tears rushing to your eyes.

"This was probably five or so years ago," he sighed.

You felt your heart shatter, five years ago the boys were only four, you were barely twenty. To think he knew, or at least suspected? The reason you never called was because you were worried he wouldn't want to be there, and for him to practically confirm that. It fucking hurt.

"You never called," you whispered.

"I couldn't, I was so busy, with Tom becoming spider man, I was always on the road, and I didn't have any extra time to deal with anything else, I tried to push the possibility out of my head, but I never could," he mumbled.

All this time, the guilt you had felt, for withholding information, just to find out he had known. The nearly eight months he had been back in your life you had been completely honest disclosing everything, putting yourself and your kids out there, thinking that you were the bad guy.

"How certain were you when you found out? That they were yours," you demanded.

"97%," he whispered.

"Harry!" You shouted. "97%? Are you kidding me?" He shook his head. "It wasn't a coincidence you being the one to collect the check for the charity, was it?"

"No it wasn't, it should have been Claire, but I insisted I do it," He stammered.

"Would you have ever called?" You whispered.

"Yes, I would have, I just, I needed to wrap my mind around the idea," he explained.

"You needed five years to wrap your head around the fact that you had children? I got like seven months Harry! At the age of fifteen! I had to figure it out without help, my parents disowned me for keeping them! They were premature and in the hospital for months after they were born and I didn't have anyone, you don't get to just take your time wrapping your head around something like this. I should have told you when I found out I was pregnant. That is on me, but me feeling guilty about the last few years, while you have known? That's not fair. You missed out on their lives because of yourself if you knew, because the second you showed up I let you in, I allowed you back into my life and theirs, despite every wall I had up screaming at me not to, that you being around was going to cause me unbearable heartbreak." You cried. "I love you Harry, I've loved you everyday since we were 13 years old, and what I did was selfish, but I did it with the best intentions. You acted selfishly all together, with no thought of anyone but yourself,"

"Y/n-"

"I can't, we shouldn't have.. you shouldn't be here," you cried. You stood up and grabbed a blanket from the floor, wrapping it around yourself as you went to your bathroom. You knew from the start this was a bad idea, why couldn't you just listen to yourself. You slid down the bathroom door sobbing silently.

Knock. Knock.

"Y/n? I know I was wrong. I'm not denying that baby, but I'm not leaving, and I'm not letting you go again. I can't, you three mean too much to me, and you're right.. I missed out on some of their lives because of my own actions, so I'm not blaming you, I'll never blame you. You did what I could never do. You gave up everything to give them the best lives. And by the looks of it, they have been blessed with the best mum," he said through the door.

"You lied to me, you've been lying to me," you muttered.

"And I'm done. I needed to come clean, because I love you, and I love them, I cannot lose you guys, I won't, I want us to be a family, I want to be here to see them off to school every morning and to kiss you goodnight every night. I want to spend Holidays together, and adopt silly traditions that only make sense to us. I want to be here to help you when you need it, and stand back and let you be who you are," you could hear him crying. He was being honest now, that had to mean something.

You stood up, and opened the bathroom door, he was standing against the door frame in his boxers and his shirt, eyes red, hair a mess. "No more lies," you whispered.

"Never again," he swore.

"Promise?" You asked, sticking out your pinky. He chuckled lightly before looping his with yours. "Promise,"

It was a familiar feeling, dejavu if you must. You waited patiently on the bathroom floor, time ticking by slowly. Your phone went off, alerting you that the time was up and it was time to look.

You glanced down to the pink and white stick in your hand. Excitement washed over you at the sight of the little plus sign staring you in the face. Your eyes began to water as you realized how everything had fallen into place, how perfect everything had become.

Knock! Knock!

"Lovie, are you-" the door opened and Harry looked at you sitting on the bathroom floor. "What are you doing? You're going to get your dress a mess," he groaned as he reached out, grabbing your hand and pulling you to your feet. You looked down at the big white gown that you would never wear again, as Harry turned you around brushing it off. "Why are you hiding in here anyway? Our guests are expecting to see you," he placed a kiss on your forehead.

"Well, I had to check on something," you giggled.

"In the bathroom?" He wondered.

You held out your hand with the test in it, showing him the plus sign on it. His brows furrowed for half a second before rising in excitement. "Does this mean-"

"We're going to have a baby," you exclaimed. He wrapped his arms around your waist lifting you up and spinning you around as he hugged you.

"I love you so much," he said, peppering your face with kisses.

"I love you, Harry," you told him.

You followed behind him back down to the backyard of your recently purchased London home where all your friends and family had gathered to celebrate your wedding. As you walked through the door hand in hand everyone cheered. You spent most of the night dancing, enjoying a day that you would remember for the rest of your life.

You stood in the doorway, your suitcase next to you as you explained everything to Nikki about the boy's routine. You were being overly worried seeing as the twins were now 12 and perfectly capable of sticking to their routine by themselves, but you were their mom, it was your job to worry.

"Love, they will be fine, we will only be gone a week," Harry reminded you as you watched the boys playing with the dogs.

"You can call us anytime, we will have our phones on," you repeated.

"Darling, go enjoy your Honeymoon, I have them, they will be fine," Nikki assured you. You nodded, still not completely comfortable but you knew you had nothing to worry about.

"Ok guys, we're off," you called out, both boys ran over wrapping their arms around your waist. "I love you both,"

"Bye mommy, love you," Robby said.

"Love you mom," Ant told you.

Both boys let go of you and ran to Harry, hugging him as well.

"Bye dad, love you," Robby said.

"Love you daddy, have fun," Ant told him.

"Love you boys," Harry told them.

"We'll be back before you can even miss us, ok?" You told them.

"Promise?" Ant asked, sticking out his pinky. You looped your pinky with his and kissed his forehead.

"Promise,"

#harry holland #harry robert holland #harry holland smut #harry holland imagine #harry holland fluff #harry holland x y/n #harry holland angst #dad harry

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djmarinizelablog · 2 years

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hi! Idk if you're still doing this or you've done this alr but levihan with, “I think (she/he/they/I) rubbed off on you.”

[cool breeze and swagga jockas together with their lollipop-scented jeans]

Summary: Levi and Hange were sick of quarantines.

Submitted this to @levihan-drabbles for their anniversary contest!

They were both bored and sick and had to be quarantined for at least a week. It wasn't COVID, they checked. Unless those at-home COVID tests were useless and unreliable. Like government aids. And shitty politicians. They were both bored and sick and ready to break down the door and smash the floor and set the house on fire and scream about freedom in public just to get out of confinement.

But mostly they were just bored.

Hange was watching the ceiling fan spin for six hours, and Levi had to punch a hole in the wall with his fist, only to find out that there were rats scurrying around as if these furry little rodents could see everything he and Hange had been doing this whole time, which was nothing much at all.

“Hey, Levi!” Hange quipped. They had been talking to the milk box inside the fridge for the past 30 minutes. “Wanna write a few letterboxd reviews with me?”

He was shitting his brains out in the bathroom after eating that microwavable box of expired pasta. Fuck you, mac n' cheese. Fuck you, lactose intolerance. The toilet clogged without warning, poop water spilling out of it.

Which meant that Levi had nothing better to do. “Well, shit, why not?”

After dinner, they started with Mamma Mia which was better off being a musical so that everyone could forget about Meryl Streep singing like a fading pop star in her 50s, only to find out that her one and only daughter born out of wedlock had invited all the man-whores in her mother’s life.

“How can you sleep with three men in one week and not know who the father is?”

(Yeah, also: DNA tests exist.)

Levi crossed his arms. “If there is a sequel to this, I’m gonna fucking riot.”

Watching this completely unbelievable and inaccurate musical-turned-movie only made them feel worse. They felt so high listening to "Dancing Queen'' that they head butted each other in the living room while yelling "Abracadabra!" until the next movie was about to start.

Hange had chosen Magic Mike because they hadn't seen it yet. Like fever dreams and non-existent manic pixie dream girls, it should have stayed that way.

“Hollywood lied to us,” they said, snot running down their nose. “I thought this was a movie about karaoke! Karaoke, Levi!”

But Levi pretended not to hear them. Unlike Hange, his nose was clogged, just like the toilet where he had shit his brains out. Imagine if someone were to kidnap him and tape his mouth with his nose still clogged. He'd die in seconds.

“Today, I dreamt my best friend was a piece of broccoli," he said, breaking the fourth wall where the rats were so Levi could speak to the camera. "I think it was more entertaining than watching this entire thing.”

Hange wrestled him to the ground while reciting the alphabet in reverse order. They didn’t know why they felt like doing that, but they did it, anyway. They had read a science encyclopedia before where it mentioned that ants communicated with their antennae so Hange rubbed their forehead against Levi’s and cried like a baby for forgiveness.

The next movie was already halfway through at that point. It was Stuart Little, featuring a mouse trying to act like a real high school kid with his teeny-tiny backpack. Hange wanted to scream and ask the director if they would ever choose to adopt a rodent instead of an actual human, but Levi told them that’s racist. Plus, they didn’t know who the director was. So they shut the TV off and went to sleep for 24 hours. Hange knew it was for 24 hours because it was 8pm before they closed their eyes and when they woke up the clock said 8pm, too.

The funny thing was that everything was upside down afterwards. The chairs and tables were stuck to the ceiling, and all their furniture was turned over as if Mike Tyson came in and did a right hook to their apartment’s body, plus a right uppercut to the chin. So now everything was topsy turvy like a Mad Hatter’s tea party, and Levi was feeling sorry for dozing off for a split-second when it felt like eternity.

"God, being sick sucks." Levi was being honest. He laid down on the ceiling, technically the floor, and imagined he and Hange had baby peas for children. They would immediately put them up for adoption. Kinda like a reverse Stuart Little.

Hange held his hand like a dying person. "Gandalf said, 'This too shall pass.'"

"That was not Gandalf, Four-Eyes," Levi corrected them. "Gandalf said, 'You shall not pass.'"

So they did another round of wrestling, clawing and scratching each other like a bunch of Oompa Loompas who didn't know any better. Hange kept saying they were right, but Levi was a die-hard fan of the movies and said they should just goddamn watch the LotR trilogy. When Hange said no, he went in for a camel clutch and head locked Hange until they tapped out, only for them to end up biting his hand, pretending it was a piece of broccoli. If this were WWE, they would have been disqualified already. And if this were a movie, they would have bombed the screening premiere by now. The two of them were better off making anime, starring themselves in a dystopian world called Attack on Titan in which they battled giant humanoid monsters by slicing their napes with enormous box cutters.

“I think they rubbed off on you,” Hange said. They were talking about the kids from daycare that Levi had to take care of. He agreed. No wonder they were acting like a bunch of adrenaline-fueled brats.

At least, they woke up feeling sexy.

#levihan #attack on titan #levi ackerman #hange zoe #aot #snk #shingeki no kyojin #captain levi #levi attack on titan #hanji zoe #hange zoë #fanfic #fanfiction

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The Dusk Calls for me, Jasper Hale x Fleur Swan: Chapter 8

AUTHORS NOTES: None of the characters in Twilight belong to me. All rights go to Stephenie Meyer.

“It's started taking its toll on me now

It comes back to you

The lights are on but the bulbs have blown out

It comes back for you.”

Test and Recognize by Seekae

Driving down to La Push brought back fond memories. I remember always hanging around Sam and Leah when I was younger. The walks around the beach were my favorite, even if I did get pushed into the water. I was the youngest after all even if it was only a year... it was a big difference to them. I haven’t seen them in years, I hope they’re both doing well. I parked next to Tyler and got out, immediately shivering at the cold wind.

“You guys are really gonna surf out here? It’s freezing.” I said. Angela grabbed a blanket from Tyler's van and handed it me. I took a seat next to Bella and stole a Twizzler.

“I mean we drove all the out here, we gotta do something.” Jessica replied.

“I don’t think I should go out there.” Eric said.

“You know, I keep thinking Eric’s going to ask me out to the prom but, he just doesn’t.”

“You should ask him.” I suggested. Bella nodded in agreement with me.

“Really?”

“Yeah.” I said.

“Yes you should, you’re a strong, independent woman.” Bella said.

“Thanks you two.”

“Bella.” I heard a familiar voice say.

“Hey Jacob.”

I looked up seeing Jacob and Sam, a smile made it’s way onto my face. Sam’s hair only got longer.

“Hey Sammy, been a while hasn’t it?”

He smiled at me before speaking.

“Yeah it has, you still haven’t gotten rid of that god awful nickname.”

“I never will.” I said in defiance.

“So, you guys surfing?” Jacob inquired.

“No.”

“No, absolutely not.” Bella said.

“Bella would drown the second she got on a board.” I joked. Bella nudged me in the ribs and laughed.

“She’s not wrong.” Bella said.

“You guys should keep her company, her date ditched her.” Jessica said.

“Note to self, never tell Jessica anything. She has a big mouth.” I thought to myself.

“What?”

“What date?” Eric asked.

Jessica giggled before continuing.

“She invited Edward.”

“She was just being nice Jess.” I said.

“I think it’s nice she invited him, no one ever does.” Angela defended.

“Yeah because the Cullens are freaks.” Mike said.

“You got that right.” Sam said.

“They are not, I am dating one of those “freaks” you know.”

Sam looked at me shocked, I thought I could see a hint of anger. Before I could ask what was wrong he asked me to come with him. I obliged and followed him I could hear Bella ask if Jacob and Quill knew him and all she got in response was...

“The Cullens don’t come here.”

I knew that would drive her suspicion of them even more, and I couldn’t do a thing about it.

“What’s wrong Sam?”

“Are you really dating one of them?”

“Yes, I am.”

“Which one?”

“Jasper.”

“Oh this is great, just great.”

“What is the problem with that!?” I asked getting agitated.

“Did you not listen to our tribe story at all?”

“It’s just a story... isn’t it? They aren’t really a enemy of yours right? Is there something you’re not telling me!?”

Sam just looked at me and then looked down again. He didn’t know what else to do. He grabbed me a few moments later though my the arms and pulled me closer. His grip felt bruising on my pale skin.

“You need to stay away from them.”

“Sam get off of me.”

“You need to listen to me Fleur.”

“You’re hurting me Sam.”

“FLEUR!”

“I said GET OFF!”

I pushed him back and looked at my arms, bruised in the shape of hands made it’s way onto my skin. Sam’s eyes soften after he saw the bruises, he muttered a apology and then left before I could get another word in. I stood there confused, my mind couldn’t process it all. He had never acted like that toward me before.

“Hey Fleur!” I heard Bella call for me.

I turned around and slipped on my sweater hiding the marks Sam left on me.

“Are you okay?” She asked.

“Yeah, I’m fine. What did you need?”

“I just heard this crazy story about Jacobs tribe... have you heard of it?”

“I remember Sam telling me about when I was younger.”

“Do you think it holds any truth?”

“I’m not sure.” I answered half truthfully.

“Oh...”

“Why did you want to know?”

“I just thought... never mind, it’s silly.”

“Okay, let’s go home, I’m freezing.”

“Yeah let’s go.”

By the time we had arrived back home the air had somehow gotten even colder. My breath could be seen in the cold, fridge air. We both rushed inside, dad was out so I made dinner for all 3 of us. I left his food in the fridge for him to heat up late. As soon as I made it up to my room my phone rang. I picked it up not seeing who it was.

“Hello?”

“Hey Darlin.”

“Jazz hey.”

“Did everything go alright down at the reservation?”

“Yeah, everything we fine.” I lied... he couldn’t know what happened today. He tried to kill someone.

“Well, there is something that happened with Bella...”

“Yes?” He asked waiting for me to continue.

“She heard the tribes story on you guys and well... it got her suspicious about you guys again. I think she knows what you guys are, or is about to figure it out.”

“It was bound to happen, Edwards too enamored with her to stay away from her.”

“I figured he had a thing for her.”

“Anyway, I was mainly calling to tell you I can’t come tonight and we won’t be in school tomorrow.”

“Is the sun finally gonna come out?”

“Yes, and we all need to go on a hunting trip. I’ll see you later tomorrow night”

“Well okay, stay safe tomorrow.”

“I will, love you.”

“Love you too.” He hung up a few seconds afterward.

I plugged my phone in and went to bed soon after.

Sure enough, the sun was out the next morning. It burned my face as I raised myself up. I picked out slightly cooler clothes today, thinking the sun would the area up a bit today. The drive to school was nice the air coming through my windows woke me up faster. The music was another plus, it was good again today.

Oh joy's arise The sun has come again to hold you Sailing out the doldrums of the whole week The polyphonic prairies here, it's all around you It's all around you, out here

And if the whole world is crashing down Fall through space out of mind again Where the emptiness we leave behind on warm air rising Blows all the shadows far away

Empire Ants, By the Gorillaz.

Classes were quite boring without Jasper there and they seemed to drone on longer than usual. But, I soon made it to lunch. I was sitting outdoors today with Bella, Jessica, and Angela. Bella was looking around, her eyes scanning to find the Cullens. Jessica noticed this and decided to help Bella with her curiosity.

“They’re not here today. The Cullens are never in when the suns out.”

“Do they just ditch?” Bella asked.

“No, Dr. and Mrs. Cullen pull them out for hiking and stuff.” I explained.

“Oh my gosh guys I did, I asked Eric out to the prom, I took control. He said yes.” Angela stated excitingly.

“See we told you that would happen.” I said.

“Are you sure you have to leave town Bella?”

“Yeah, it’s a family thing.”

“Why doesn’t Fleur have to go?” Jessica asked.

“I’ve never really been close with mom, besides I’m going with Jasper to prom anyway.”

“Oh.”

“We better go to Port Angeles before all the dresses get cleared out.”

“Port Angeles?” You mind if I come with you guys?” Bella asked.

“Yeah, I need your opinion. Are you going to come too Fleur?” Angela asked.

“Yeah sure. I’ll go.”

Time skip to Port Angeles.

“I like this one.” Angela said.

“Yeah I really like the beading.” Jessica added.

“That one is nice but, I think Lavender is more your color.” I said to Angela.

“Yeah me too.”

“I like this dusty rose one too but I think this one is better.” Jessica said.

I heard a knock on the window that made me jump. A group of men started cat calling us. I rolled my eyes and flipped them off, kicked the window slightly in the process.

“What do you think Bella?” Angela asked.

“You guys look good.”

“You’ve said that about the last 5 dresses though.” Jessica replied.

“I thought they were all pretty good.”

“This isn’t really your thing is it?” Angela asked.

“No, not really... I planned on going to this bookstore. I’ll meet you guys at the restaurant.”

“You sure?”

“Yeah absolutely. Hey Fleur I know you were looking for some new books to read. Why don’t you come me?” Bella asked.

“Sure, I’ll go.”

We both left the store, I followed Bella since I didn’t know where she was taking me.

“I’m not going to lie... I’m trying to find this book about that story Jacob told me about.”

“Why?”

“I just have a gut feeling there is something more to the Cullens. I feel bad prying into there business but, if you don’t even know... I feel the need to find out.”

“Are you sure you want to do this?”

“Yes, I do.”

I knew I couldn’t change her mind, she is just as stubborn as me. It was dark by the time we left the bookstore. I didn’t have a good feeling in my stomach, I felt like something bad would happen. I soon saw those group of men that cat called us in the dress store. We turned to the side trying to get away from them but, the cornered us.

“Hey, it’s my girls from the dress store.”

“Where are you two going, why don’t you hang out with us.”

They got closer, we both started to get uncomfortable.

“Don’t touch me.”

“Get away from me.”

“Oh c’mon don’t play hard to get.”

“I said don’t touch me.” I demanded I then kneed one of the men in the groin. He bowed down in pain. Another man had pushed me onto the ground.

Edwards volvo then screeched into view, it parked soon after. Edward and Jasper came shooting out of the car. A deadly look was marked on there faces. If looks could kill, all five men would be dead. Jasper ran toward me at normal human speed and help me up. He help me against his chest and walked me toward the car.

“Get in.” I heard Edward say.

We were all in the car, Edward was driving recklessly. The tension was uncomfortable but at the same time, I felt safe.

Who knew shopping for dresses would’ve led to this?

#jasper hale x oc #jasper hale #jasper hale x reader #rosalie hale #edward cullen #alice cullen #esme cullen #emmett cullen #carlisle cullen #bella swan #twilight #twilight saga

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filthficdump · 3 years

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Good Thing This Job Has Benefits.

AN: I wrote this in one day, I’ve developed a hyperfixation on The Walten Files, so you get to enjoy this absolute mess I’ve made.

You can also read it here on AO3. There’s no romance, it’s a gender neutral, nameless reader fict. There’s no death, because I am NOT about to write angst about a happy family :(

When I had you to myself, I didn't want you around. Those pretty faces always made you stand out in a crowd.

The gravel under my tires crunched as I drove through the night, bopping and tapping the steering wheel to the beat of the song, singing along. It was late, most likely near or after nine PM, but I wasn’t about to take my eyes off the road to check. That’s just asking for trouble.

But someone picked you from the bunch, one glance was all it took. Now it's much too late for me to take a second look.

New job, it’s been going great! I wouldn’t have thought I’d get to use my programming degree so soon, but I’m so happy I got this job. Sure, it’s for a kid’s burger joint, but there’s animatronics and other stuff, plus that finance minor rocketed me straight to an assistant manager position!

Oh, baby, give me one more chance, to show you that I love you. Won't you please let me, Back in your heart.

In the distance I could see a pair of headlights and slowed my car a bit and moved a bit to the side to provide them more room. These roads were narrow and I really didn’t think I wanted to get into a car crash and have to deal with that with what’s left of my savings and likely my first check.

Oh, darlin', I was blind to let you go (Let you go, baby) But now since I see you in his arms (I want you back)

The thought ‘That car looks like it’s moving really fast- too fast’ is the last thought in my head as the car got close, too close to stop the car or move away, there’s a ditch and trees on my side of the road. My hand hit the horn hard, blaring, but they served and-

CRASH!!!

Yes, I do now, I want you back. Ooh, ooh, baby, I want you back.

Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, I want you back. Na, na, na, na.

When I come back to, I’m upside down, held up by my seat belt. Ho-ly-shit. I got into a fucking car crash.

Oh shit! I got into a car crash- The other car! I struggle to turn to look out the window and I see the other car against the guard rail. It’s hard to get a good look at the other car, seeing how I’m upside down and in the goddamn ditch, but I need to get out of the car.

I instinctually went for the pocket at the door, looking for my seatbelt cutter, but it had fallen out. Thanks, gravity. Thankfully, it’s on the roof of the car and I grabbed it before grabbing the handle of the door, pushing it open before I pressed my free arm against the roof of the car and-

“ FUCK! ” I yell, feeling the pain shooting up my arm and shoulder. Holy fuck, why did it hurt so bad?! We’re in the middle of the woods and I can’t remember the last home I passed and my car is upside down.

Either someone comes or I’ve got a long walk. I grit my teeth and cut the seat belt, falling head first into the ceiling and then out the door, tumbling until my butt hit grass. I flung the seatbelt cutter to the side and struggled up, using my door as support before I had to climb up the slippery slope of the ditch and onto the road.

My more useful arm held the other to my chest as I limped. Just about everything hurts. My chest, my shoulder, my leg, my face. Why did this have to happen? I was having such a good night, and now I’m in a wreck and about to give this jackass a piece of my mind. If he’s not dead.

I got closer to the car and looked inside. The man was unconscious, leaning against the steering wheel. I looked to the back instinctually, not expecting to see two terrified children! Oh god, wait- No, they’re alive. They’re looking at me.

I pulled open the driver door, still looking back at the kids, “Uh… Hey. Are you kids okay?” I asked, leaning down to look at them better. A boy and a girl, clearly siblings. They were sniffling and crying, but nodded, “Is this your dad?” I asked, pointing at the unconscious man. The car reeks of booze.

“N-No…” The boy sniffled, “He’s our uncle!��

“Okay, okay… Well, I’m gonna get us to help.” I said and went over to the passenger side, opening it up. The paint was scratched and the panels dented, but the car was still running. It would be shorter to keep going the way I came from, the city and a hospital is that way.

I reached over and wrapped my arm around the unconscious man’s chest, dragging him over into the passenger seat where there were beer bottles on the floor. Not even a seatbelt? He’s lucky he didn’t die.

I buckled him in and shut the door, walking back around to the driver’s seat before getting in and shutting the door. I tested my foot on the gas and hand on the wheel, my other arm resting in my lap.

Thank god the car still worked! I just started driving, the car feeling quite literally fucked as it went over the road, but it’s a working car!

It was perhaps ten or fifteen minutes down the road, “Um… So, what’s your guys’ names?” I asked, looking back at them through the crooked rear view mirror. They must have been so terrified. They were just in a car crash, and now their jackass drunk uncle was unconscious and a stranger was in the car with them.

“I’m Edd… She’s Molly…” Edd said, his sister was holding a grey bunny toy. Looked like one of those prize stuffed animals we keep at Bon’s Burgers prize counter, but it wasn’t blue or purple, and the restaurant hasn’t been opened yet.

I introduced myself and really focused on the road, “That’s a really cool bunny. It’s like the ones we have at my work.” I said, smiling, “Ever heard of Bon’s Burgers?”

The girl looked confused, “Y-Yes? Our dad works there.” She said. Oh no, were they my co-worker’s kids? Which co-worker?

“O-Oh? What’s your dad’s name?” I asked, glancing over at the man in the passenger seat. I couldn’t see him very well in the dark car, but I could hear his deep breathing and slight snoring.

“His name is Jack Walten. Our mom is Rosie!” Edd said, and for a moment I thought I was going to get into another accident. Jack… Walten…?

My boss's kids?!

“Ha-Ha, oh wow… Small work. I started working there. Today was my first day, actually…” I said, muttering a few swears under my breath, “I met Jack! Um… Do either of you know his phone number…? We’re gonna need it when we get to the hospital.”

The boy nods and I sighed- Wait, if these are Jack’s kids, then the man...

Another glance. We’re getting to the part of the road with street lights. I recognize those glasses. This was my other boss, wasn’t it? Please don’t say it is, I just crashed into my bosses’ car. Wait, no, he crashed into me! This wasn’t my fault!

The bastard is too drunk and irresponsible. He could have killed himself, the two kids, or even myself! For god sakes my car is in a ditch!

“Let’s just… Listen to some music, okay?” I offered and put on the radio, driving with my knee for the moment since my injured arm was starting to go numb. It better not be broken, I swear to god.

Once we got into the city I went straight to the hospital, parking in the emergency parking lot. “Okay, can you guys walk?” I asked, unbuckling my belt to look at both of them. They opened their doors and the girl winced.

“My ankle hurts!” She cried. Edd thankfully didn’t seem too injured, but he had a burn from the seat belt.

“Okay, okay. Hold on, I’ll carry you.” I said and got out. My leg felt like it was covered with biting fire ants, but I wasn’t about to leave her alone for them to just get a wheelchair.

I bent down and she reached up, one hand clutching the stuffed bunny as she wrapped her arm around my neck and I held her up on my hip, my only good arm holding her up, “Okay, okay, okay.” I mumbled softly and the boy was by my side, “Okay, grab my hand.” I said, offering my injured hand. I didn’t care that it hurt, I knew he was putting on a brave face.

He took my hand and I walked them both in. The tired nurse at the desk looked up at us and looked terrified before she quickly called for help, “We have another in the car. The black one out front.” I said, “We were just in a car crash.”

“Oh my god!” She said as more nurses came, one that had a gurney and I put the girl up on top and the boy got to sit in a wheelchair, “Are you their mother?” The nurse asked as one of the other nurses tried to sit me down in a wheelchair as well.

“No… I’m the one their uncle crashed into.” I said and reluctantly sat down. I didn’t realize how fast my heart was beating, it must explain all of the wandering thoughts that clouded my mind.

I was brought to the same room that they were, but curtains separated me from them. Doctors and nurses came shortly and my vision grew quite spotty. Information was exchanged, my nearest relative was an hour away and it was late, so it’s a toss up if they got the call.

One of the children gave a nurse the phone number to their home, and already my head was coming up with the worst thoughts of what would happen. Will I be fired? Is he going to sue me? I’m probably just as guilty as Felix in his eyes.

Speaking of Felix, if Jack doesn’t fire me he will! If he doesn’t get arrested.

“Pardon me…” One of the nurses said, drawing my attention, “We need to cut off your shirt. Your arm is likely dislocated and we don’t want to move it.”

Oh god, if they cut off this shirt I’ll have to pay 25 dollars to get another. “Um… No, it’s my only uniform.” I said and with my one good arm undid the buttons before another nurse pulled from my uninjured side and I pulled it the rest of the way off, letting the nurse take it.

Unfortunately, pants and shoes too, but I got a nifty gown and now they could resume looking me over. What I didn’t appreciate was them having to pop my arm back into place, that was awful.

They had to bandage up my cuts and test me for brain damage (just a mild concussion) and put my arm in a sling, my ribs were also likely fractured. Molly's ankle had to be splinted as it was strained and Edd had a slight concussion.

At least I got to change back into a spare set of plain clothes that they happened to have, but that required a nurse's help with the newly relocated arm that ached and hurt when I moved it.

Felix hadn’t been brought to our same room, and an officer came to question us. I told the whole story, and just to be sure they breathalyzed me. Unlike a certain driver I blew a 0.0 BAC.

Our stories matched up and they pulled back the curtains to allow us to see each other and talk. They were still shaken up, but they were told their mom and dad were on their way a while ago. Great. I’m just glad their parents were still awake and were on their way, even though I knew there was going to be so much to talk about and I was going to have to justify myself to both of the worried and likely angry parents.

I talked to them about school and what they liked to do, how they just came from a school party. Molly was excited to have her friends sign her ‘cast’ and Edd thought he would be the coolest kid in school for surviving a car crash.

I remembered being their age and smiled and nodded along as I was put on a low grade painkiller and we were given water to drink. After about 20 minutes I could hear a commotion and a man and two women calling out for the two children. They called back and moments later a frazzled looking man, my boss Jack Walten and his wife Rosemary, along with his worried looking teen daughter Sophie rounded the corner of the doorway and in that moment I had never seen anyone look so relieved.

The reunion was toothrottingly sweet, all five hugging and just overjoyed to see their children okay and alive. I couldn’t help but smile, even though it felt like I was intruding on something that should have been private.

Edd brought me up and Molly joined in, the both of them talking at once and practically over each other as they tried to explain everything that happened. I’m not sure if their parents or sister fully understood, but what was grasped was that Felix crashed into me, and I drove them to the hospital.

Both Jack and Rosemary looked at me and I awkwardly waved. He looked confused, like he recognized me but unsure from where, “Hi, boss…” I said, introducing myself for the second time that day.

We only met for ten minutes earlier today, but his eyes widened in surprise. “You… Felix crashed into you?” He asked, “And you got my children to safety?”

I timidly nodded. Please, please don’t be angry.

The officer presented himself and cleared his throat, “Your employee here was driving home when Mr. Kraken, who was intoxicated, who was driving the other way crashed into them and knocked them from the road into the ditch while Mr. Kraken’s car hit the guardrail.” The officer explained.

“I um… I was upside down but cut myself free and climbed out to check on the other car, and I saw that he had Molly and Edd in the back and my car wasn’t about to get out of the ditch any time soon so I just… drove them here.” I finished, punctuating the end by nervously drinking the rest of my water.

“He was drunk?!” Rosemary said, stunned and clearly angry. The officer nodded while Jack’s fist clenched, clearly enraged. I would be just as shocked and angry if I had children and they were put in danger by someone who’s supposed to be their friend.

I should probably be just as angry that some drunk asshole- who is my boss no less- nearly killed me, but I was just glad that we were all still alive. Sure, my car is fucked, and so is about 50% of my body (exaggerating), but my bones will heal and I’ll repair my car or get a new one. I mean, that’s what insurance is for, right?

What I didn’t expect out of all of this was to be hugged by Rosemary. Oh yeah, it fucking hurt but I just kept that to myself. She sniffled and I awkwardly patted her back with my one good arm, “Thank you for keeping them safe…” She said quietly.

“I-It was nothing, really.” I said timidly, “I wasn’t about to leave them alone.”

“Nothing? You saved them!” Jack said and shook my hand when his wife pulled away to dry her eyes and hug all of her children once more, “I can’t ever thank you enough for what you did for my family. I… I couldn’t stomach the thought if…”

I gave him a reassuring squeeze of his hand and he clasped my good shoulder, “It sucks that this happened in the first place but… I’m just glad everyone is alive…” I said, giving a nervous smile.

“Is he alive?” Jack asked, looking at the officer as he let go of my hand and shoulder.

“Yes, he is. We will be pressing charges, he blew above a 0.3.” The officer responded and Jack nodded, seemingly ‘pleased’ with that.

After exchanging contact information and addresses with both Jack and myself he departed, leaving the family to resume their reunion. I smiled awkwardly and looked away awkwardly, scratching my neck.

I haven’t heard anything about my relative having called or if they were coming, so I could only assume I wouldn’t be getting a ride from them. Or a ride tonight at all.

For a moment I was lost in my head, feeling a bit too sorry for myself. I moved all the way out here because there were jobs and rent was cheap, but I was so far from my family and friends, and even though I helped their children would I even still have a job?

I refilled my paper cup and sipped on the cold water before a nurse came to let us all know that after a final check over, we would be set to go home in an hour or so. Great, I better start making calls or something.

For a moment I didn’t realize that Rosemary was talking to me. I looked up as she repeated my name, “U-Uh yeah?” I said, looking a little confused.

“Do you have a ride home…?” She asked. Ah, oh no. I’m not about to ask these clearly exhausted parents for a ride home, I could only imagine they just wanted to get home and be with their children.

“No… But I can get one, don’t worry.” I said, but Jack shook his head.

“Nonsense, it’s the least we could do. You look like you need some sleep.” He said, making me chuckle.

“So do you two.” I laugh, “Really, you don’t need to. I’ll get a hold of someone eventually. Really!”

Rosemary shook her head, “No way, sincerely it wouldn’t be a bother. Where do you live?” She asked, and I reluctantly gave my street address, “Oh, you live just a bit down the way from us!” She said. Looks like it’s out of the question.

The doctor came and checked us all over one last time before giving me a prescription slip for painkillers for the next week and a half and we were permitted to leave. Jack carried his daughter while Rosemary held her son’s hand and I followed behind them.

I won’t lie, I’m pretty damn nervous. Checking out of the hospital took a little while as well, but soon we were free to go. That will be a fun bill to pay.

Rosemary sat in the back with the children, not giving me any chance to protest as I had to sit in the passenger seat next to Jack. Edd and Molly were clearly tired, cuddling up to their mother as Jack turned on the car and carefully pulled out.

It was incredibly clear that Jack was very, very focused on the road, not wanting to get his family into a car accident as well. I couldn’t imagine what he was thinking, but I was just so glad that this didn’t end in tears.

The car ride to their home was mostly quiet, only some light conversation made. Jack was interested to know how I enjoyed my first day on the job.

“It’s been exciting…” I chuckled and he laughed softly, but I wasn’t all that comfortable or any less nervous. I did just want to get home and rest, because tomorrow morning I likely had to call my insurance and figure out how I’ll be getting to and from work.

If there even was a job anymore. With one half of the business owners likely going to jail I didn’t know if Jack would take on the massive workload, or if he would even want me to work there anymore.

“We’re here.” Jack let them know.

We pulled into their driveway and Sophie was the first to get out to help her mother take her siblings into the house with Jack telling them that he would be right back after he dropped me off.

“Have a good night, everyone…” I smiled and waved at them. Edd and Molly sleepily waved back before they went inside and shut the door.

It was surreal, everything that had happened. And now I was alone with my boss as he started to drive towards my home.

“I can’t believe he happened to crash into you…” Jack said and I nodded silently, “I could never thank you enough… You… I just can’t believe…” His voice cracked and he brought his hand up to wipe his cheeks.

“I’m sorry this happened… I’m just glad your children are safe…” I said, fidgeting with a stray string on my pants, unsure if I should pat his back or would that be too far? “You have a beautiful family, Jack, I’m sorry that you’re having to drive me home…”

“Don’t be sorry, you drove them to the hospital with a dislocated arm! I couldn’t imagine what it was like, being run off the road and into a ditch, upside down!” He said and I couldn’t help but laugh.

“To be honest, it was like a dream. One moment he’s coming towards me and I move aside since the road is pretty narrow, the next I see that he’s a bit too close over to my side and then finally I’m upside down in the ditch.”

“And- It was you! Who would have thought that my new employee would be the one to get hit.” He said, smiling softly, “Oh and don’t you worry about rushing back into work! I will be paying you your wages, you helped my family out, I’m going to help you too.”

“You-You really don’t have to do that. I’ll be okay!” I insisted, but he shook his head. He wasn’t having it.

“I want to, you don’t understand how stressed and worried we were…” He said, “I called Felix over 20 times, I thought the worst had happened and I… I started to lose hope I would ever see them again.”

“He’s going to jail for this, no doubt…” I said, “Will you be taking over the business…?”

“Yeah… It’ll be a lot but I think I have someone who I can rely on to help.” He said, smiling.

“Oh, good! I’ll try my best to pull my own weight.” I said, smiling, “I know you guys took a big risk hiring me fresh out of college but-”

“I- It’s you!” He said, “I know you just started, but your finance and programming degree is going to be a massive help!”

“Wha…?” I gaped at him. Me? Did I get a promotion? “I would be honored to help!” I smiled. I think I just became a manager or something, I’ll figure that out when I go back to work.

I pointed out my house and he pulled up in front, “I won’t let you down, I promise.” I gleamed and he smiled, holding his hand out for me to shake.

I did, not expecting him to pull me in for a hug. Looks like this was a really huggy family, it was pretty similar to my own family. “I know you won’t. Would you mind if you gave me your number so we can speak tomorrow? I imagine Edward and Molly would like to hear that you’re okay.” He asked.

I nodded and waited until he got a pen and a small black book to put my number in it before I opened the door, “I’ll speak to you soon, then… Have a good night, boss.” I smiled and he laughed.

“Just call me Jack. Really.” He said, “Have a good night.” I nodded and got out before shutting the door, walking to the front door. I grabbed the spare key from the mail box and gave one last wave after I unlocked the door. He flicked his high beams at me before he started to back up and I opened the door, shutting and locking it behind me.

It’s been a really strange night.

#the walten files #twf #jack walten #Rosemary Walten #Edward walten #Molly Walten #Sophie Walten #Reader #gender neutral y/n #No romance #No smut #Gen #Alcoholism

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cherrybracelets · 4 years

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til the end of time

spencer reid x fem!reader / bau x platonic!reader

word count: 5.1k | warnings: typical cm violence, pregnancy and childbirth mention. other than that, all fluff and corniness

an: this is super stupid and corny; just sometbing i threw together !! i also wrote a lot of this on my phone if there’s typos don’t @ me

You had been imagining the day of your wedding since you were 12 years old, and attended your Aunt Maria’s wedding. It was the first wedding you had ever been too, and it was so much fun. Well, looking back, it was actually a very cheesy and poorly thrown together party in a cheap hotel, but at the time you were amazed.

You have attended quite a few weddings since then, much that were way nicer than Maria’s. Every one you went to, you gathered more and more ideas for what you wanted to do on your own big day (when the time came, of course.) You knew you wanted white roses in the centerpieces, vanilla raspberry cake was a must, and your dream venue was saved a thousand times on your Pinterest boards.

But, nothing ever goes as planned, right? When you started planning your wedding with Spencer, you know you would have to sacrifice a few of your ideas that weren’t exactly plausible. But you never in a million years thought you would be here.

It all started about a week ago, back in the lovely conference room of the BAU. You and Spencer sat next to each other, whispering away about wedding and honeymoon plans, the rest of the team scattering in and preparing to hear about a new case.

“I just don’t know what we’re going to do if my Uncle Mike brings his girlfriend…” you frowned, your stomach doing flips as you stressed more and more about the big day.

“Just have your mom call him and talk to him, he’ll listen to her,” Spencer assured you, squeezing your hand tightly, trying to pull all of your stress away. He hated how much anxiety all of this was bringing you. For him, your wedding was the brightest day of his future, it was all he could think about. And you felt the same, of course, but the planning was exhausting.

“Sorry to bring everyone in again, I know we’ve barely been on the ground a day, but we have a weird one today. Garcia,” Hotch motioned to the tech analyst, who smiled happily as she stood up and began her presentation.

“So, my friends, we are going to Spencer’s favorite place, Las Vegas!” She giggled, trying to bring lightness into a place that had seen so many horrors.

“Oh! I’ll have to call my mom!” Spencer smiled, always excited at any chance to see his mother.

“Let’s focus on getting this creep, first,” Garcia shuttered, pulling up multiple photos of dead bodies on the screen. “These are the two victims that we know of, Jenna Benson and Evan Perry.”

“What was the cause of death?” Morgan asked.

“Gunshot to the head. But, there are two ante mortem shots on each of the victim, one in the leg and one in the… nether regions,” Garcia shuttered, pulling up more pictures of the injuries on the bodies.

“Genital mutilation, that’s a statement,” you responded.

“And it was done before he killed them, so it’s definetly torture.”

“Do you think he could be trying to extort information? One bullet each time you don’t get a question right? You have three strikes to get it right?” JJ suggested.

“I don’t know, but these bodies were only killed a few hours apart, and chances are he’s already moved on to his next victim. Wheels up in 30.”

The group began to dismiss, Spencer’s hand still locked in yours as you left and went back to your desks.

“I’m gonna go grab our bags from the car and call my mom, you’ll be okay for a few minutes?” Spencer questioned, his eyes wide as he awaited your response.

“Yes, I’ll be fine on my own, Spence,” you giggled, rolling your eyes as you turned towards him and back at your desk, mixing thoughts of your big day and the big case racing through your mind.

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The plane ride was long, going backwards in time to reach the opposite coast always took a while. The team spoke for a bit about the case, before saying all that could be said and separating into their own comfort. You and Spencer sat close in the chairs, your head resting on his shoulder as he flipped through some case files.

Garcia had popped in earlier with the knowledge that the victims attended high school together, making these killings seem a lot less random.

“Jenna was a freshman when Evan was a senior, it’s probably unlikely they knew each other,” Spencer whispered to you, his brows furrowed as he tried to uncover something between the lines.

“I knew a lot of seniors when I was a freshman,” you shrugged, dismissing his theory.

“Yeah, but you went to a small school, everybody knew everyone. Vegas high schools aren’t like that,” he responded sharply, his knowledge of his hometown showing through.

You decided to let Spencer think silently; he tended to work best that way. You shut your eyes for a bit, only waking back up to feel the plane descending.

You didn’t know how you had managed to let time pass away like that, but the stress of everything must have been wearing you down. Spencer had fallen asleep too, his groggy eyes reopening as the plane hit the ground.

Hotch had already given you your assignments, you and JJ off to the second crime scene, which happened to be Evan’s house. The cars were there when you walked off the plane, and an extra car tasked with delivering your luggage to the hotel you probably wouldn’t have a chance to go to.

As you landed, Hotch took a quick phone call, his face making that familiar look when something happened.

“Another body?” Emily asked as he hung up the phone.

“Two. Let’s all go back to the station, for now. We need to sit down and go over everything. If he’s working this quickly, this is a spree. And we have a lot less time than we thought.”

“I’ll let the Detective know,” Rossi nodded, walking towards the car and hopping in the driver's seat. The rest of the team followed, you and Spencer walking side by side to the car that Derek had claimed as his.

“Glad I took that little nap on the plane, doesn’t seem like we’ll be sleeping for the next 48 hours,” you giggled, getting in the back seat of the SUV.

“Probably 72, if we’re being realistic,” Spencer teased, getting in the passenger's seat. He always got in the passenger's seat when the two of you were in the car with one other person. You never questioned it, but one day he let it slip that he just didn’t want the person in the front to be lonely.

You got to the Field Office about twenty minutes later, partially thanks to Derek’s driving. As the rest of the team continued to arrive, the three of you walked into the building to begin your work. You greeted the Agents and Detectives, avoiding small talk as you knew the urgency of this case. Luckily they had a room and boards all set up for you guys. Spencer and Derek began hanging evidence on the boards, as you called Garcia to get an update on your latest victims.

“Hey baby girl, what do you have for us?” Derek flirted, while neatly hanging photos.

“The two vics were actually killed previous to our two victims. Not graduates of our high school, but! One of them is Jenna Benson’s mother, Cheryl. But I cannot find a connection to the other one.”

“Her mother? So there’s gotta be some dirt in that family. What can you find?” You asked, twirling a pen in your fingers.

“I’m looking, but I can’t find much. Cheryl’s husband and Jenna’s dad, Clint, apparently left them when she was 15. Filed for divorce and just left. Other than that, they look pretty normal.”

“What about hospital records, medical stuff? Are there signs of abuse?” Derek asked.

Your phone started ringing loudly on the desk, which you quickly declined and put in your pocket.

“Sorry, go on Garcia,” you apologized, uncomfortably shoving your phone in your jacket pocket.

“Doesn’t appear so… oh, woah. This is odd.”

“What did you find, baby girl?”

“When Jenna was 14, she had a doctors appointment where they noted she was 6 months pregnant. And there’s no other documentation of it. No other ultrasounds, no birth or death certificate of said baby.” Garcia was clicking away, trying to find any trace of other evidence.

“What year was this?” You asked.

“1991.”

“So if the baby was born, they would be 29 now. Fits the profile of a spree killer,” Spencer shrugged.

“Yeah, but how is there no record of this child anywhere?”

“Children,” Garcia chimed in, her voice filled with dread.

“Come again?” Derek asked.

“According to her doctor, Jenna was pregnant with twins.”

At this point, the rest of the team had finally arrived, coming in just in time for the call. Garcia filled everyone in, each of you silently going over the facts. You tried your best to focus on the case, but your mind was still drudging over the details of your wedding. Your phone kept buzzing in your pocket, and you were certain it was some vendor or family member trying to take your money or beg for a plus one. But you couldn’t think about that, not now. You had to be here, be present. You had to catch this man.

“I have another information bomb that is going to blow your minds,” Garcia chimed in, her voice in shock as she awaited permission to talk.

“What is it?”

“In 1992, Cheryl and Clint Benson deposited two sixty-thousand dollar cash deposits in the same week.”

“That’s about how much a baby would go for on the black market,” Spencer added, his fact bringing you all to the same conclusion.

“We have to find Clint Benson, he’ll be the only one that can help us,” Rossi said.

“Do you think he’ll cooperate? That’s super illegal, he might not indict himself,” Emily added.

“We can offer him some kind of deal. If our unsub is one of the children, he’s the only shot we have at finding him.”

“I’ll work on finding the dad. I’ll talk to you guys soon.”

The team split up into smaller conversations, your phone still vibrating violently in your pocket. Spencer walked up to you, wrapping an arm around your waist and pulling you close.

“You doing alright, honey? You seemed distracted earlier…” he pouted, kissing the top of your head with ease, showcasing his clear difference in height from you.

“I’m just thinking about all the wedding stuff… it’s stupid,” you answered, shaking your head in defense. “It sure doesn’t help that my phone won't stop ringing!” You groaned, ripping it out of your pocket and slamming it down on the table. The team stopped what they were doing and looked towards you, but Spencer waived them away, as if to say, ‘I’m handing this, don’t worry.’

“I’ll answer, and take care of it whatever it is. You focus on the victims, see if we can find some more connections, okay.” Spencer gave you a reassuring kiss on the lips, holding your phone in his palm and walking out to the hallway to handle your never ending stress.

You turned towards the files, trying to take your finances advice and focus on the victims. You looked at the photos over and over, trying to see if there was something you missed. Something that would make this make more sense. And then you had a thought. Something that might make this make sense.

“What if he’s looking for the dad?” You shouted, hoping someone would be drawn to your thought.

“The two men have nothing in common,” Derek responded.

“No, no. I know. But, like…” you stuttered, trying your best to organize the words into your head so they would understand. “The old man is still an outlier. But this younger victim, Evan. He went to highschool with Jenna. What if all the information he had on his dad was he was a senior at her school. Maybe he had a picture, and he’s hunting guys who might be the one.”

“If he came face to face with his mom, though, why not just ask her directly? If he is shooting them to get information, why wouldn’t she give in?” Emily questioned.

You thought for a moment, but JJ came in with an answer before your brain could think of one. Thank god.

“Maybe she wanted to protect him.”

“How would he have gotten a picture of his supposed dad though? Why would she give him a picture and not a name?”

“We’re missing something here. And unfortunately the only way we’ll find it is with more victims,” Rossi said, crossing his arms in frustration.

“And there are. Two more bodies have been found, this time much more recent. Time of death is only two hours ago,” Spencer added, walking back in from the hallway.

“And identification on them yet?” Hotch asked.

“Yeah, they’re sending their names to Garcia. It’s two more men, though. Roughly the same age as Evan. Same look as well, according to the Agent that told me.”

The phone in the middle of the table started ringing, a sign that Garcia had important information to fill your heads. Her voice always brought a kind of sweetness to your thoughts, making the whole room seem brighter.

“Garcia, what’s up?” Rossi asked her, awaiting the key to unlock this case.

“Two more victims both went to high school with Jenna. And they do look a lot alike…” Garcia said.

“Okay, can I state the obvious here. If these babies were sold, what are the chances either of them make it to 29? Most creeps buying infants don’t want them for longevity,” JJ shuttered, feeling sick at the words she was saying, but knew it needed to be discussed.

“Actually, an alarming amount of babies purchased illegally are bought by real parents looking for children to adopt. The adoption process is incredibly lengthy and difficult, and it’s even more difficult to find a newborn. A lot of… more affluent couples take this route.” Spencer nodded quietly after he spoke, something small you had always noticed about him. It was almost if he was reassuring himself that he did okay, that he said all he needed to say.

“So the only shot at finding either of these babies is through Jenna’s father,” Hotch sighed, realizing again that almost all cases came down to one cruical final piece. Clint Benson was your final piece.

“Lucky for you, Aaron Hotchner, I have found our man of the hour. Clint still lives in beautiful Las Vegas, only about fifteen minutes away from where you are now. Sending the home and work addresses as we speak,” Garcia teased, a few of you giggling as your phone’s received her information. Spencer handed you your cell back and smiled, kissing your forehead.

“I handled everything. No one will bother you again,” he assured, making you feel relaxed for the first time in weeks.

“Well, people can bother me a little, it’s still my wedding,” you teased, pushing Spencer slightly as he rolled his eyes and walked back towards Derek.

“I think we should bring Clint here versus ambushing him at home. He may not know about Jenna and Cheryl yet. It only hit the news cycle an hour ago, and they aren’t even releasing the identities,” JJ spoke, her motherly instinct always kicking in in times like these. She was right, as she usually was. It would be better to hear that kind of news here.

“Reid and Derek, go to his house. JJ and Rossi, go to his work. (Y/N) and Emily, stay here and start working on a profile based on what we have so far. Hopefully we can present something soon after we talk with Clint.” Hotch nodded at you all, making sure you all understood your tasks. You blew a kiss to Spencer as he walked out, feeling calmed by his quick smile before he was gone.

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Clint Benson was devastated when he heard the news of his wife and daughter. He still loved them both, but the guilt and shame of what happened was too much for him. According to Clint, the whole thing was his wife's idea. When she found out Jenna was pregnant at 14, she was heart broken. It was too late for an abortion, because they had only officially found out when she was six months.

“Cheryl was humiliated. Pulled her out of school, locked in her room. Didn’t want none of our friends to see her, to know what she did…” Clint sobbed, his voice tripping over itself.

“Which is why she never saw another doctor?” Hotch asked, carefully poking around for answers.

“Yeah… I kept trying to talk to her, ask her what we were going to do. Telling her Jenna needed to see a doctor. But Cheryl just said she was handing it, was taking care of all of it. I… didn’t know what to do. And then when Jenna went into labor, I begged Cheryl to take her to a hospital… but she wouldn’t. She barricaded herself in front of Jenna… until it was too late. She had them… right in her bedroom… a boy and a girl. They were so, so beautiful.” Clint was crying more, his words sounding more garbled with each passing second. You felt sick, horrible for the man.

Times like this made you wish for the distraction of the wedding. You tried picturing the suit you had planned for Spencer. The colors were perfect for him, and would match the rest of the theme perfectly. But then you remembered the guest list, and the caterer not having enough vegan options, and the open bar messing up your signature cocktail… And don’t even start with the DJ!

“Where are the babies now, Clint?” Hotch asked, his voice now rough and full of urgency.

“I… don’t know exactly. There wasn’t much information passed. Just names and cash.”

“What were the names?”

“Uh… the girl… she went to a couple named Ashley and Brian. The boy… Danielle and Andrew…” Clint mumbled, trying to remember more.

“Wait…” you whispered to yourself, something finally clicking in this case. You ran into the interrogation room, interrupting Hotch, much to his shock.

“Do you remember Andrew’s last name? Or what he looked like?”

“Uh… I think his last name started with an M… He had glasses. Does that help?”

“Hotch… our first victim was Andrew Masters.”

“Yes! Masters was his last name! Wait… victim? Did something happen to him? Is this connected to what happened to Cheryl and Jenna?”

You and Hotch looked at each other, a silent understanding between the two of you. You both knew what was happening here. Andrew Masters was killed by his own son. He was one of two babies given away by the Benson family that fateful evening. But why start murdering your family out of the blue? There was still something missing here.

“Have Garcia find out everything she can about Andrew’s son,” Hotch instructed, nodding you away as he readied himself to continue talking to Clint.

You ran into the hallway and called Garcia, looking around for Spencer, trying to tell him about the break in the case. Whenever either of you found something vital to the investigation, you always told each other immediately. You had done that since your first day on the team.

“What can I do for you, beautiful?” Garcia asked, distracting you from your thoughts about Spencer.

“Andrew Masters, our first victim, can you find anything on his son?”

“Uhh, sure. I can do that... what am I looking for exactly?” She questioned, still typing away madly in the background.

“We think he may be the unsub. Any triggers, any red flags?”

“Hmm, well here’s something. Up until two months ago, he was engaged. Can’t find a reason why it ended, but almost two months ago exactly they cancelled the venue, vendors, everything…”

“For no refunds, I’m sure,” you giggled, knowing well how the wedding industry worked. “What’s the ex fiance up to?”

“Well, she moved back in with her parents, Ashley and Brian, who look relatively normal…” Garcia responded.

“Wait, say that again. What were her parents' names?”

“Ashley and Brian Gregg.”

“Holy shit, Garcia. You’re a genius. Thank you!” You kissed loudly into the phone, hanging up the call and running towards the conference room. Everyone except Hotch was there, but you texted him to meet you in the conference room- that it was urgent.

“Guys, you will not believe this,” you finally said, after everyone arrived and was quiet enough to hear you. “Our first victim, Andrew, was the father of the son that Jenna gave away. Now, Jenna also gave away a daughter to another couple. Now, what are the odds of this. These two kids grow up, fall in love and get engaged. Talk about a trigger, finding out the love of your life is your secret twin.”

“You’re joking… evil twins again? Didn’t we already do this?” Emily laughed.

“It’s most likely just the guy. I’ll call Garcia and get her to send us everything she has on him. We gotta find this dude,” Derek instructed, leaving the room to speak to Garcia.

“How did they find out, though? Chances are the parents didn’t even know they were twins,” Rossi asked.

“Most likely not. Clint said the babies were picked up on different days.” Hotch added.

“It doesn’t matter how he found out, what matters is that he’s gonna kill a lot of people until he finds his ‘Dad’. He wants to punish anyone he thinks is involved in this crime.”

“We’ll put his picture out all over the media, and an APB on any vehicles he has. He won’t be able to hide for long. He has a mission, he’ll have to complete it.”

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Hotch, as usual, was right about the unsub. He did not stay in hiding for long. The police and FBI searched for six hours in his comfort zone, almost giving up hope, until he finally caved and came looking for another victim. JJ and Derek got to him first, trying to persuade him to drop his gun and come with them.

When it was finally all over, you felt equally ecstatic and exhausted. You couldn’t wait to crawl up onto a leather private jet chair and take an amazing nap. You were sad you didn’t get at least one night in the hotel. Something about hotels made Spencer get in a certain mood… even if you got a night away, there wasn’t much sleeping happening.

But you were grateful to be going home, at least until the next case popped up. You and Rossi were the only two that stayed back while the team went searching, wanting to be here in case any new bodies popped up. Rossi was wrapping up some paperwork with the other Agents out in the main room, and you paced back and forth in the conference room, hating the silence that was left when you were alone.

Rossi walked casually back to the conference room, and you could’ve sworn he had changed clothes. Maybe it was the extreme lack of sleep, but you could’ve sworn he didn’t look so… nice when he left the room.

“You ready to head to the airport? Everyone is gonna meet us there.” Rossi said, holding the door open for you.

“Oh, uh, yeah. Sure,” you responded, slightly confused at why the team didn’t come back here first. They usually did. But, everyone was tired and there really was no need to come back, you and Rossi had taken care of everything you needed to do to leave.

You followed Rossi down to the car, making small talk as he got in the driver’s seat and began heading away. You had only ever been to Vegas on trips for work, so you’d never really seen much of the city. It didn’t help that every street looked almost identical. You felt lost as you stared out the window, wondering how a young Spencer Reid could’ve survived in this massive city.

“Oh, before we get there, I just have to make one quick stop,” Rossi said, turning the turn signal on and pulling to the side of the road.

“Oh, uh, right now?” You questioned, jolting up as he hastily parallel parked the car.

“Yeah, it’ll be real quick. But, this isn’t a great part of town, so maybe you should come in with me…” He instructed, turning the car off and waiting for your answer.

“Um… I think I’ll be okay, Dave.” You laughed, rolling your eyes and turning to look at your phone.

“I really think you should come with me.”

“Are you not gonna go unless I do?”

“Pretty much.”

“Fine!” You rolled your eyes, opening the passenger door and getting out of the car. You stood on the sidewalk, standing angrily as you waited for Rossi to get out and walk to you.

“What are we even doing here-” you asked, turning around and getting smacked in the face with one of the cheesiest and most stereotypical Vegas chapels you had ever seen. Neon flashing lights, Elvis decor, cheap paint. It was amazing.

“Why the hell are we at a Chapel? Are Emily and JJ finally getting hitched?” You laughed, staring at disbelief at the building.

“Why don’t you just go inside…” Rossi instructed, waiting for you to enter the building so he could follow.

“Alright…” you responded, walking in the door and being immediately bombarded by JJ and Emily. They were in dresses, which made you even more confused.

“Come with us! You’ve gotta get ready!” JJ said, grabbing onto your arm and pulling you towards a door down the hallway.

“What is happening? Did we drink too many Margaritas at the taco place again…” you said, still being dragged against your will to a secret room.

And then you saw it. Emily opened the hideously pink painted door to a small dressing room, and in the middle was the single thing about your wedding that had gone right.

The dress. You found it a few months ago, and immediately knew it was the one. It was one of the first dresses you tried on, but you knew immediately it was the one for you.

“How did you… what is happening…”

“You’re gonna put the dress on, and then you’re gonna get married. That’s what's happening,” Emily shrugged, pushing you in the room.

“But… no… what about… and…” you stuttered, sitting down on the cigarette infused couch, the smell of stale smoke so strong it made you gag when you sat down.

“Okay, let’s not sit on that,” JJ laughed, pulling you up and away from the toxic furniture.

“I can’t get married. I’m not ready!” You protested, Emily stripping your clothes as you stood shocked.

“Just get in the dress, everything will be okay,” JJ assured you.

“No… I can’t…”

“Get in the dress, (Y/N), or I swear to God I will have to hurt you,” Emily joked, her eyes trying to be serious but a tiny smirk made it obvious.

“Fine. But I’m not happy about this.”

But then you put the dress on. And they were right. Everything made sense. You loved Spencer, and nothing mattered except marrying him, promising your life to him. The location, the guest list, the food… it didn’t matter. Your love mattered. He mattered.

“I’m ready,” you nodded, a few tears flowing down your cheek.

You walked out of the worst dressing room of all time, your dress dragging on the cheap shag carpet behind you. Emily handed you a bouquet of fake flowers, which made you and JJ laugh as you opened the doors to the chapel.

On the other end of a long red carpet was Spencer Reid, the one person you loved most in this world. He had on his suit, the one you designed in your head. You weren’t sure how he made it possible- you weren’t sure how he made any of this possible. But you couldn’t stop crying, a gush of hot tears flowing down your face as you walked anxiously down the aisle to your new forever.

“You are the most beautiful person in the world,” Spencer whispered to you, taking your hands as you reached the end of the aisle. JJ and Emily sat down next to the rest of the team, the only other guests in attendance. It was perfect, though. You couldn’t have imagined it any other way.

“We are gathered here today to celebrate the love between (Y/N) and Spencer,” the man said. “Thank you all for coming to this beautiful celebration. Spencer and (Y/N) have decided to share their own vows.”

“Um, I don’t have my vows,” you sighed, looking around awkwardly at the crowd.

“Should’ve memorized 'em, like I did,” Spencer winked. You rolled your eyes in annoyance, lightly shoving Spencer on the arm.

“Do we need to do all this? I mean… I know you love me. I know I love you, and I hope you know that. I know that every small thing you do makes me fall more and more in love. And I can’t imagine any day of my life without you by my side. Can’t we just skip to the I do part and get married!” You wrapped your arms around Spencer’s waist and pulled him closer.

“I just want to say one thing before I kiss the bride. Nothing has mattered more to me than you since the moment we met. I would stop the world for you if I could. I wanted to do something to take away all your stress, and although I couldn’t do it perfectly, I think this is going pretty well.” Spencer smiled goofily at you, squeezing on your hand.

“Oh, the rings!” You squealed, looking around for the small box.

“Right here,” Derek smiled, handing the box to Spencer. “Best man duties.”

Spencer slipped the metal circle around your finger, his hands shaky as he slipped it on. You grabbed his ring from the box, putting it delicately on his hand, your heart racing, still unable to process what was happening.

“Is that it?” Spencer asked excitedly, looking up at the ordained Elvis, hoping to be married already.

“Well, I have to say one thing. I now pronounce you married. You may kiss your bride!”

Spencer wrapped his arms around your waist, pulling you into him. He kissed you excitedly, his lips moving rapidly with yours.

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Act 1: While We’re Young

Chapter 5

Erik ‘Killmonger’ Stevens x Black OC

(Unedited.)

Tuesday

January 10th 2005

Last night was the only night I'm allowing myself to cry over him and his 'return'. What good would it do me? No, I was gonna take Erik and whatever he had to throw at me by storm.

Waking up the next day, I feel refreshed. Like a brand new person with a more positive mindset. Today I had 3 classes and I'm determined to have a good Erik free day.

That whole Erik free thing went out the window as soon as I got to my first class.

Double O Computer Programming 1 was a junior class, however I'd taken it during the summer during my first year at UC Berkeley. DOCP 2 wouldn't be available until next semester but I needed to have a class since this was my first year on the actual campus. Thankfully Miss Hill really needed a T.A and the fact that I could help with an algorithm that tied into thermal nuclear astrophysics had her sold.

Right after I finished taking attendance, she barely got a word out before the door swung open revealing Erik as our late comer. I quickly glanced at the sheet in front of me, scanning for his name. I was so use to calling him N’dajaka when we were kids, I completely skipped over ‘Erik Stevens’. I huffed rolling my eyes, arms crossed over my chest. His timbs were the only thing heard shuffling across the room making hid way toward the front of the class. Wordlessly he handed Miss Hill before his eyes were on me. They scanned me from top to bottom, before locking with me a smug grin on his lips.

"Hey Lona," my jaw dropped.

Before I could get out a word, Miss Hill opened her mouth, looking up from the paper he handed her.

"Welcome Erik, sorry for the confusion."

"It's all good," he shrugged.

"Im Miss Hill, and I see you already know my aid. As I explained to the class prior to taking attendance, If I'm unavailable feel free to email or call her during the hours listed on the sheet." She is then took a sheet from me and handed him to me. "Other than that, find a seat."

He nodded pretending look over the sheet before averting his gaze back on me.

"I'm definitely gon do that."

Fuck my life right?

Well, Erik just so happened to be in the Calculus class I skipped two days ago. I thank God my record was squeaky clean and Mr. Kennedy accepted my poor excuse before I was quickly reminded the man upstairs has a sense of humor as the only available seat was next to Erik.

"The person next to you will be your partner for the remainder of the semester so let's take the next 15 minutes getting know one another hmm?." Mr. Kennedy instructed.

I couldn't suppress the groan that slipped as Erik casually leaned back in his chair, examining me.

"You heard the man, get to know me."

"I know all I need this know about you Erik."

"Oh so I'm Erik now? Like that?" He spoke cool, calm, and collected like our exchanged was normal.

I gripped my pencils tight, my knee bouncing up and down my body tense.

"Let me set things straight now. We don't need to talk to one another. If it doesn't have anything to do with any of the classes we take together, don't want to hear it. When you see me act like you don't know me. We clear?"

The expression on his face was unreadable before his lip twitched slight him responding.

"Crystal."

Wednesday

January 24th, 2005

It had been two weeks since Erik showed up here.

Ok that's a lie.

Apparently this man has been here. And to top it off, this mans name was in every bitch mouth like the second coming of Jesus Christ. From what I've observed though, he doesn't say much, or gives any of these broads much attention. He don't say much in general actually, he's really good at blending in. He got that laid back, mysterious, bad boy vibe going for him and these females out here hella into that.

But when he opens his mouth, that cocky bastard sure knows how to disrupt my entire soul at least while we're in class.

Outside of class though, he acts like I'm invisible.

It was like he never knew me. And honestly, I don't know how to feel about it. I know that's what I said I wanted but it bothers me just the same.

Today in particular though, he argued me down during our Calculus class. We had one problem to figure out before we could leave class today. You and your partner were supposed agree on the answer, and heaven forbid he just agree with me so we can get out of here. Math was always my subject when we were kids, nothing has changed. I was damn near about to say fuck it when he started laughing.

What in the entire fuck it so funny?" I was fuming.

"You," he shook his head. "You really hella mad."

"Um, YES!" I damn near shouted fed up. "You literally been tryna convince me it's 5 when it's-"

"Chill. I know the answer is 3 girl. C'mon, let's go." So smoothly he closed the book, grabbed his bag and headed to the front.

I was so upset, I had to let him do all the talking when it came to explain to the teacher I'll answer and how we got there. I know I open my mouth I wasn't going to say anything nice.

"Girl what crawled up your ass and died?" Donise questioned with a stank look as we sat at one of the benches outside of the library.

"Yeah What did Erik do now," I could hear teasing in Tatiana's tone so I flipped her off.

Only giving a brief explanation, I went on a mini rant about what happened in class 20 minutes ago. Donise's thought it was funny, while Tati just shook her head.

"I still can't believe it him," Tatianna glanced as a group of guys from across the quad headed our way, Erik included.

"Yes, and I wish it wasn't."

Tatianna was the first real friend I made in a while. I was actually tutoring her online for a while before she found out I was 4 years younger than her. Our friendship started off as a trade. I was her tutor and she both convinced and enrolled in a mentor program to help me with my social skills. I didn't speak to anyone much when Erik left, but I got into a lot of fights. According to the school counselor I was taking out my anger and abandonment issues on.I have meds to tame the anger, and while I haven't had to take them in a while Eric definitely bring that anger out of me.

"Girl that's just sexual tension. You got to fuck all that out." Ashley put in her unwanted two cents.

"Trust me when I tell you on God it isn't."

"Well if you out to holla, then trust and believe I will." She tossed her hair over her shoulder

I didn't really mess with Ashley like that, but she was Tati's frat sister which made them 'friends'. That little thot pocket will screw anything with legs, D, and a pulse and I'm not bout that life. Plus she messy as fuck and I don't trust her as far as I can throw her.

"I don't doubt it," I smirked as Donise said exactly what I was thinking.

Donise was coo' though, I meet her when I first got here 2 months ago. Believe It or not she was apart of the welcome comity for MIT and turned out her and Tatiana were already friends. Once she figured out who I was, I was shot to the front line during registration and everything.

"Anyways, y'all going Ant and them party tomorrow?" Ashley questioned probably tryna bum a ride.

"What party?"

"The Que's," Donise answered. "The dudes with Erik are frat."

Now this was news to me. I met most of them before but I had no idea there were in a sorority. Examining them, I guess it all made sense. Most in the clique sported some sort of purple and yellow lanyard either around their neck or on their keychain that hung from their jean pocket as if they wanted everybody to know who they were. Which I wouldn't doubt.

"Ladies! What we chattin about?" Moses questions every bit of his thick English accent tapering off every word.

"Our plans for mañana," Tati answered l

"Word. Y'all coming to the party tomorrow?" Jay spoke playing with a few strands of Donise's curls.

"Tomorrow? It's Thursday." I said confused. "Ain't there class the next day?"

"What's the matter, you can't hang?" I glared at Jay, knowing he was only chastising me because him and Erik were close, according to Tati.

I swear to God men gossip more than women do. Rolling my eyes I spared Erik a glance and he looked like he was waiting on me to respond.

"Oh, I can definitely hang."

I couldn't hang.

Around midnight I was in the bathroom throwing up everything, damn near hug in the toilet as my surrounding looks so blurry and I can barely function. Im not sure when I'd finally finished, but I could feel someone picks me up and out the bathroom and soon everything goes blurry and then black.

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yolkyeomie · 4 years

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Crescendo | Kang Yeosang

summary — The beating of a heart is like a crescendo, screaming louder and louder in one's chest until it's reached maximum capacity, and you’re about ready to burst.

word count — 8.6k words

pairing — yeosang x female!reader

genre —violinist + college au, band au there if you look around a little bit, fluff with like a hint of angst in the later parts

disclaimer — SORRY THIS IS SO SHORT,,, this is more of prologue than anything tbh. also I have almost zero knowledge on college and violins so if this is horrible I’m so sorry. also typos. lots of typos.

part I | part II | part III

There was just something about summer that you liked so much. You just couldn't exactly put your finger on what.

Maybe you liked the sunny days that it would bring? The giant ball of light in the sky beaming down at full power onto every human in sight. It would illuminate the world with a golden glow, bringing out the more natural and earthy colors hidden from the other seasons. The heat would call for unplanned trips to the cool waters and hot sand of the beaches or a quickly made dash to the nearest frozen ice cream shop. Perhaps it was because there was no more school, no more time needed to spend on slaving away for hours at a desk just to not retain any knowledge given.

Or maybe you liked it because it was the time you’d see children the happiest. Every time you biked along the sidewalk to and from your home you’d come across a playground almost always filled to the brim with the joyous sounds of laughter. Children scattered around the playgrounds like little ants to a picnic, grabbing whatever they found the most intriguing for the day. Some would be swinging, some would be sliding, some would even be chasing each other around without any of the equipment catching their attention at all.

However, there was a possibility that you enjoyed the summertime because of the theater your town held. It wasn't very big compared to the ones that could be found in the big cities of your country, but it was nice nonetheless.

There were white walls lined with a fake golden trim along the floors, bright lights nearly blinding one as they walked inside of the theater for the first time. There was a slightly smaller stage than normal, not too tiny but definitely smaller than you’d seen in the more famous theaters. The seats weren't in their traditional curved angles either. They were in neat straight rows leading all the way to the back of the theater where the volunteer tech crew would operate behind the scenes.

Every year your high school would hold recitals for their students in that theater. They would use these performances as a way to showcase their students' growing talents in the art of music or to spotlight their shyer students who never had gotten a chance to show everyone what they were made of. You weren’t in any sort of music group nor did you know how to play any instruments, so you never participated. But you did show up to every recital you could.

When you were in tour first year the only reason you had attended the performance was because your English teacher had promised to raise their overall grade for the year if they did. You were a decent student, overall you had average grades but wasn't the most outstanding person in your class. A few extra points to curve your grades were always appreciated so you had planned on attending the performance.

You had tried to grab a couple of friends to go with you, but all of them coward out when they got the chance. Some would say they were too busy, some would outright tell you they didn't want to sit through a performance they had no interest in. So you ended up simply going with your family, more begrudged than you originally were for the recital.

You had sat through choir members and members of the school's small orchestra and band repeating nearly the same song over and over again. Each song had a different tune, maybe a different style depending on how much creative liberty the singer or player gave themselves. One song was sung a bit louder than the others, another song was played by a small thrown together orchestra than simply a soloist, but they were all the same.

It was boring, and you were growing tired of listening to the same thing constantly. The only thing willing you to stay in your seat the entire time with the arm crushing strength of your mother and your need to get extra points on your grades for the year.

Near the end of the recital was when you had gotten hooked. Your family had finally decided they were going to pack it up for the night, her father had to work early in the morning and you were going to be thrown over towards your grandparents for summer. Just before you could have risen out of your chair to leave behind your parents, you heard it. A different melody than the ones that have been rocking your brain that night.

There was a boy walking on the stage, probably no taller than you was at the time. He was tiny for a first year boy, probably one of the shortest in his class as well. His hair was like a fluffy brown bunny's tail, bouncing and tousling itself around with every step he took. There was a string instrument in his hands, from what you could see was a red-tinged wood violin. You couldn't quite see the expression on his face either though, due to the distance you were from the theater stage.

You hadn't even realized you were holding your breath until he plucked one of the strings, letting the note resonate through the theater and bounce off the walls and into their ears. He had played a note, on a different key from the other performers. He was playing a song that his fellow violinists hadn't picked. He was different.

The sound was like a siren's song that grabbed the audience's attention and placed it to the stage. His melody started out soft and somber, almost as if the violin itself was conveying its unspoken emotions. The violinist was trying to use those emotions his instrument lent him to serenade the tears in the audience's eyes to fall and hit the ground simultaneously, creating their own beat to his song.

After a moment of enticing the audience to his performance, he sped up his pace. His quiet song suddenly grew in size until it overpowered every other sound in the room. He strummed each string with a quickness you didn't even believe was possible, his bow striking each note like it was powerful enough to create an earthquake. In a sense, it was like he and the violin had become one being, his string instrument becoming an extension of his arm as he played.

The audience whispered in wonder and amazement of the boy's talents, unable to take their eyes away from his figure. It was an enchanting sound so you couldn't blame them. The violinist had brought you into a world completely different from reality, where every object and plant in sight was made out of his musical chords.

How does a boy, barely over the age of fifteen, have this much power in his hands? You would be cursing yourself if you didn't grant him the title of prodigy right then and there.

Unfortunately for you, you couldn't listen to the rest of his alluring song. Your family had dragged you out of the theater to finally retreat to their humble abode for the night. After that night you had declared to yourself that you’d find the violinist who played that song, whether you had to search all summer for him or dig around your school for him. You’d attend every recital and every performance your school's small orchestra had just to get him to play for you again.

However, you lucked out each time you tried. Your school's orchestra didn't allow students outside of their instrumentalists into the classrooms. The violinist boy was too short for you to find in a crowd at their performances either. You even tried to find someone who might be close to him, but no one seemed to step up to the plate. This went on for the rest of your high school years. The only time you could see him where those days after the school year had ended, listening to him play those high energy tunes and somber melodies for his recital before he disappeared from existence once more.

That was, until now.

Plus you made a little bit of money on the side as well, and who didn't like money? Sure most of it was going to your tuition for college but there were times where you liked to splurged on your own interests every once and awhile.

"You seem tired," a feminine voice commented, making you turn around to face her. It was a girl, around your age, walking towards you, her long sleeves rolled up against her arms to mirror the way her shorts looked. She sat down on the pavement next to you, handing you a water bottle ice cold to the touch. "I would be too if I rode around in this crazy heat. I'm surprised you haven't melted at the mere light of the sun yet."

"I almost did," you responded, taking the water from her hands gratefully. "Today was unreasonably hot... I felt like I was sitting right in the middle of hell. And the fact that my bike is made out of metal, too? It's a miracle I didn't get third degree burns or something."

The girl went quiet for a moment, her brow furrowing in thought before speaking again. "You know I can always do it for you? The delivering stuff. It's my family's business anyway, I should be helping them out, not relying on you to do all of the hard work for me."

"Are you serious?" you questioned, suppressing the unusually strong urge to laugh. "You can't even ride a bike or skate. Nor do you have a car either, it'll take you hours to get from one house to the next. And I like the money I earn from doing this for you, I can't get a job anywhere else so this is just perfect for me."

"But still!" She complained, a pouting donning her lips as you screwed open the bottle cap. "I feel bad seeing you bike along in this hot ass weather for my family! I gotta do something to give you... at least a little relief."

You laughed at her desperation, placing the water by your side to face her fully. "The relief you can give me is not playing your cello so loud in the morning. You play wonderfully, trust me, but it's so loud and I'm so tired." you clarified, reminiscing on every time she'd walk up to her house with the sound of a cello's notes wavering through the air.

The girl wasn't in their school's orchestra, she had picked up on the instrument as a hobby. She didn't have a desire to play it in a school setting or professionally no matter how much everyone would suggest otherwise. Yet she suddenly began to really start practicing more often when her next door neighbor had moved in two years ago. You remembered exactly how frustrated the girl was when she discovered that he played guitar at maximum volume in the middle of the night without any regard for anyone else.

To counteract his annoying behavior, she'd open up all the windows in her house and began to play her cello as loud as she physically could in the morning times. It became a war of the instrumentalists after that and neither of them seemed like they were going to stop any time soon.

"Oh you know I can't do that," She responded, glaring at the house to their left where the guitarist resided. "He'll take it as me surrendering to him. I don't even want to think about what he'll do in the middle of the night once I stop. Probably bass boost his guitar so that it's even louder than normal! Oh god, I won't ever get any sleep if he does that."

You found it funny really. The two had never even met each other face to face. "Right... and we don't want that happening do we?" The girl shook her head vigorously in response to your words, taking your sarcasm very seriously. "I still think you can at least tone it down a little bit... this is our last year, in a few months we'll be dragged off into a bigger city to attend colleges and universities for another four or more years. Are you really going to be playing your cello first thing in the morning in your dormitory?"

"Well..." the girl pauses, taking your words into consideration. "No... I won't really need to since I'm not bringing it with me."

"Exactly!" You exclaimed, clapping your hands together and giving the girl a mocking smile. "Now I think you should at least go over to that boy's house and settle this raging war before you move onto better things. Make amends with him, he might even become a new friend of yours for the future. If not, you're not gonna see him again. There's a very high possibility that he's not going to the same college as you, or that he might not be going to college at all!"

She rolled her eyes at your suggestion, forcing herself off of the ground reluctantly. "Fine. I'll go make amends with him or whatever. But I'll only do it if you give up on the violinist boy from the recitals."

You stiffened at the mention of your high school goal, your very unsuccessful goal of finding him and making him play a song for you. "It's like you said, this is our last year here as teenagers. You've been trying to find him longer than I've been waging this musical war on my neighbor. It's about time to lay to rest, you. Seriously, it's more painful to watch than those terribly edited movies from my parents' watch for the "nostalgia"."

"Ouch there was no need to stoop that low," you mumbled, making the girl laugh in turn. "But I guess you're right. I've failed at finding him for this long, I might as well just give up now."

The girl nodded before patting your shoulders in reassurance. "If you really want to hear someone play music so bad for you, you can always ask me. I know a cello sounds nothing like a tiny violin but I can always try?"

"Actually that doesn't sound like a bad idea," you mumbled after a moment of thinking.

"Perfect!" The girl hummed, nearly jumping with excitement to show off her talents and pleasing your several years long urge to have someone play for you. "Usually I only play for my family but I'm very willing to show off what I've been working on. There's this one song I've using to annoy the guitarist boy in the morning and—"

"Go," you reminded her, your smile growing wider at her friend geeking out about her work. "Go get your cello and actually play it for me."

She nodded at your words, skipping on her feet as if she was as light as a feather towards her house. You knew it would be a bit of a struggle in moving her instrument from her room to the outdoors but if the girl was willingly and happily doing it, she had no reason to stop her.

It was a little funny though, how much you were surrounded by people who were gifted and talented in the form of music. Your school's orchestra knew you because of how you’d always try and snatch a peek into their classroom and attended their performances. Your closest friend was a cellist, but only played for hobby and the boy next door was a guitarist. All these connections started happening because a boy you had been chasing after for four years was a violinist.

You'd think you’d pick up some sort of instrument to attract them to you, and trust and believe you tried. You attempted to start playing many instruments after that summer night in your first year. Guitar, flute, piano, trumpet, you even tried to learn the violin yourself. You just weren't musical gifted, you didn't have the patience nor the ears to learn any sort of instrument that passed your way. The best you could do was play a sad tune on the kazoo or laugh into a harmonica.

It's even funnier when other’s learn that your mother used to sing and play the piano while your father played the clarinet when they were in high school. Go ahead and laugh, you knew you were a musical disappointment. Music was practically flowing strong in your blood and you sucked at it. Don't even get started on dancing either, it was a frightening sight to see. Those who could live to tell the tale never told the tale to anyone.

A melody began to float through the air once your friend disappeared into her house, catching you off guard. It wasn't the sound of an electric guitar, shocking the hair and making your skin prickle with its overbearing and booming sound. It was soft and sweet, vibrating through the air as if it was playing with the wind that blew by every few minutes. You could immediately identify the instrument as a violin, it's slightly strained notes from the bow connecting with the strings were all too familiar to you.

You turned towards the guitarist's house where the song was the loudest. To your knowledge, the boy didn't play any other instrument than the guitar. Yet the violin's sweet yet sorrowful song was coming from his house. Without even thinking you rose off the ground, following the song's notes like it was your guide. You had heard the door of your friend's house open again, signaling that the girl had successfully brought her cello from her room to the front of her house. Unfortunately for her, you were walking a little faster than she could drag her cello case.

"Y/N?" The girl called, trying to catch your attention. "Y/N, where are you going?"

You stood in front of the guitarist boy's house, right before where the balcony was hanging. The door to the balcony was ajar, letting the cool afternoon air into the room and releasing the melody of the violin out. "Is that the guitarist boy's room?" you called out to her friend, not taking your eyes off of the balcony. Just as you spoke the violin came to a screeching stop as if the mere sound of your voice was disrupting the flow of its song.

"No," the girl responded after abandoning her cello and running to your side. She pointed to the other side of the house where the window's blinds were closed yet light still shined through them. "His room is right across from mine, I should know I get the brunt of the blow every time he strums his stupid guitar."

Your voices dropped into pure silence when you saw something moving in their direction from the balcony. The door to the outside area slowly screeched open as the figure on the other side pulled on its door handle, stepping onto the wood floor of the balcony and letting the floorboards creak under their weight. Your eyes widened at the sight of a red-tinged violin, it's body scratched from its long term usage and its color dull from the lighting the setting sun had given them.

A boy stepped into view after the violin, the brown hair bouncing on his head like a bunny's tail. His resting face looked like you were staring at a statue, unable to catch any hint of movement in most of his features unless he blinked his eyes every few seconds. Right beside his eyes was some sort of mark, more of a rosy color than the rest of rather pale skin. He must not leave his house that much. After a few moments of silence, he leaned over the balcony's hand railing and spoke, "What do you want?"

The girl beside you glanced between the boy and you frantically, trying to piece two and two together. "you... is that the—"

"I want," you yelled up to him, interrupting your friend's question to respond to the boy above them. A smile began to play on your lips as you spoke, excitement festering up in your chest. You had found him. You had found the violinist from your first year. "I want you to play for me one of your best songs yet."

II.

There was just something about mornings you hated, no matter the day of the week. They'd always leave you more exhausted than you were the night before, whether you had gone to sleep late or not.

Maybe it's because of the dorm room you stayed in, assigned the room the moment you had gotten accepted into your university. It wasn't tiny, but it was definitely much smaller than your room at home. Your belongings barely had enough legroom with your roommate's whole entire area taking up more than half of the room. Despite being rather clean, to an extent, and cool during the day it was also incredibly hot at night.

A few months back the air conditioning unit for the floor you lived on broke down due to age. The university had reassured the students that they'd be looking into the broken unit and the technicians would be coming in and out of the building to fix it. However, they were rather slow with the process. Instead of just moving toward the third floor where the problem had started, they were moving from room to room on each floor the building had.

Apparently, they were just going to fix the problem in one go, however one go suddenly turned into a few days. A few days turned into a few weeks. And a few weeks turned into two months.

Thankfully they were on the edge of the summer season, the crisp breeze of the autumn air in October beginning to blow throughout the city. However that breeze simply abandoned them every time the night fell, the hallways and the common room being filled to the brim with students trying to escape the blazing heat. One would think it would be much cooler around the nighttime, so did they.

You weren't the heaviest of sleepers either, which meant you'd wake up at even the slightest vibration of a phone. One could only imagine your reaction when your alarm clock suddenly blared its ear piercing wake up call. The irritating buzzing of the built on alarm would always shock you out of bed like a cat. Yet even when you knew you were wide awake, you constantly struggled to force yourself up and out of your room. If time would allow it, you would lay in your very warm and comfortable spot in the bed for at least an hour or more.

What's even worse for you was that your dormitory was co-ed, which meant that next door to you was a group of boys who were sharing a room for the school year. They were loud, constantly moving around in the middle of the night, and screaming at random times of the day which usually ended up being the time that you used to study. There were always noise complaints about those students. No one on their floor, or the floor above and below, like them that much. Yet they never seemed to tone down the problem, they made them worse with every noise complaint that was filled to their resident assistance.

Every time they'd get a noise complaint, they'd go and find someone else who was just a little too loud one day and pin the blame on them. It was a way to show that everyone in the building made a commotion and that they shouldn't be the only ones punished for it. You didn't really care about what they were doing until you had suddenly become a target one day.

"I'm sorry, what?" you questioned them, leaning up against the door frame with your arms crossed. In front of you stood the two boys that lived in the dorm next to you, nearly towering over you like the buildings in the city thanks to the monstrous amount of height. They appeared to be up to no good when they had randomly shown up, and you were absolutely right.

"Are you the one who has been playing that music for the past three days? What was it... classical music?" He asked, tugging at his hair as he spoke. He glanced towards his roommate for confirmation, who nodded his head vigorously in response to his question. "Are you a music major or something? Maybe in the orchestra? If not it's been blasting really loudly lately and my roommate here has a majority of his classes at eight am. Right, Jaehyun?"

The boy didn't seem like he was on board with being used as an excuse at first, raising his eyebrow and staring at his roommate in confusion before turning to you. "Right, I have to get up so early for all my classes. I'd really appreciate it if you keep the violins and cymbals and triangles to like a minimum so that it doesn't bother me anymore."

"If not we'll take it to the RA," His roommate quickly added to put their threat in full effect. "And we'll file a noise complaint for disturbing us."

You scoffed at the thought, wanting to slam the door closed and forget about their petty revenge. "Aren't you the same duo that got a noise complaint filed to them last week because of an extremely loud yet unidentifiable thud..." you began before turning on your heels and correcting yourself. "Oh, my apologies. I meant boom, extremely loud yet unidentifiable boom that came from the laundry room. Only for one of the students on the lower floors to go down there and find that one of the washers and dryers had literally malfunctioned and exploded?"

"Listen," One of the boys tried to interject, his ears burning bright red as you kept talking. "That's not... listen, we—"

"Didn't they go on the security cameras to find out who had done the damage? Because a washer and dryer going suddenly haywire on its own is extremely worrisome and dangerous for the students who may have been around during that time. And weren't you two—"

"Classical music is such an amazing genre of music!" The roommate interrupted, yelling over your voice in a panic. There was a pained smile on his face as he hooked an arm around the other boy, punching his arm to follow along as he spoke. "I mean, it has such a clean and light texture to it, simplistic but a great melody nonetheless! God, it gives me nostalgia for a time I wasn't even alive in! Isn't that right, Jaehyun?"

"Oh," the boy spoke, his eyes darting in between his roommate and you. Slowly a smile began to grow on his face to mask his growing embarrassment as he gestured towards the other boy. "Of... of course! Johnny has such nice music taste! So you know when he says a genre is really good it really means something. Seriously love classical music, man. Lulls me right to sleep!"

Needless to say, they choose to not bother you as much as they used to. The strange and loud noises that would echo through the dormitory walls had gotten significantly lower since that day. They didn't stop completely yet but it was enough for you to keep your peace of mind before waking up every day.

Your mornings had gotten relatively calmer after that incident as well. Both of those boys were usually out of the dormitory by the time you were awake to attend classes or work, so you didn't run into them much during the week. You'd have calm enough mornings to where you didn't feel the need to nearly pass out on a car or bus ride to your campus and almost miss your stop. It felt like a dream come true when you would hop out of whatever vehicle you were in and would be right on time before your classes even started.

"Y/N!" A feminine voice screamed, catching you off guard when an arm suddenly slung around your neck. You clutched onto the bag hanging off your shoulder as you nearly tumbled to the ground at the sudden addition of weight, bringing the other girl down with you as you struggled to comprehend what was going on. They got a few stares from the other students who were arriving and leaving the campus but no one said a word to them. Thankfully everyone practiced the art of minding their business. "You'll never guess what I got!"

"Do I want to guess?" You questioned, shoving the girl's arm off of you so you could regain your balance. Once you were stable enough to stand up, you turned around to see who had stumbled into your path. The girl's eyes were wide with innocence and excitement as she stood in front of you, fidgeting in place as she tried to contain herself. Most of the energy she'd originally be exerting into jumping up and down was focused into the beaming and bright smile she couldn't wipe off of her face even if she tried. "Do I have to guess?"

"Yes, you have to," She demanded, holding her hands behind her back to hide whatever got her spirits high. The girl must have ordered some sort of object online again and simply couldn't wait till after your classes to show you. "It's so worth it, I promise! Just... just guess!"

A sigh escaped your mouth as you straighten your posture, reading deep into the girl's expression to try and figure out what it was. "I'm going to guess—"

"Two front row seats to our school's very own band performance!" The girl nearly squealed, shoving two flimsy pieces of paper in your face. You took a few steps back in order to align your sight with the tickets, taking them out of the girl's hands to inspect. Both tickets were for general admission, their names printed on it with the date they were expected to attend the performance. "Aren't you excited? I literally fought tooth and claw to get these before they sold out, and you know these sell out fast!"

"Band? Like the guys who play trumpets and bass drums during school games?" You questioned, glancing up from the tickets to face your friend. The tickets didn't have exactly who was performing written down on it, simply stating that it was a live music event. "Why would you go watch them play? I thought you were more of a... pop genre person?"

The girl rolled her eyes at your response, snatching the tickets from your hands and placing them back into your pockets. "No, not the band. Who goes out of their way to specifically watch our band team play?" She hissed. "I mean like rock bands. You know, the type of people who play the drums and guitars in one big band and perform on stage with a lead singer and everything. That type of band."

"My point with you being a pop genre person still stands," you mumbled in response.

"Yes I do like pop music, I understand that," The girl clarified. "But we're going to see Aurora. Our school's very own rock band! Do you seriously not know who they are? I know you listen to classical and orchestral music and all, but I thought you were at least in the loop with Aurora!"

You scoffed as you began to walk forward, shoving your hands into your pockets and you spoke. "Just because I don't listen to the popular music right now doesn't mean I'm out of the loop! I'll have you know that I am a very big fan of idol groups. I even participated in those farewell events when groups’ oldest members start enlisting in the military."

"Idol groups have absolutely nothing to do with Aurora and you know it," your friend grumbled. "Do you seriously not know who Aurora is? At all? Have I seriously been friends with a hermit crab this whole time?"

"Fine then," you shrugged. "Go ahead, tell me about this Aurora band since you're so obsessed and knowledgeable about this group I've never heard of."

Aurora is a much bigger thing than you had imagined. From your friend's knowledge, it was a group of boys who had gathered around the beginning of the year together, all of them having several different traits and personalities that simply meshed together all too well. They had created the band, Aurora, for fun at first as they were all instrumentalists with different crafts. They had started busking in order to make money as a side job and quickly grew in popularity with the audiences they performed to.

Their university had caught wind of their musical abilities and had asked them to perform during the annual club fairs to help attract more students. After that, they seemed to have skyrocketed in popularity within the college campus. Jung Wooyoung, the group's bassist, Song Mingi, the group's lead guitarist, Choi San, the group's drummer, and Jeong Yunho, the group's lead singer, had become some of the most well-known people on campus.

Everyone seemed to know them and wanted to listen to their music, which is why your friend was so excited to be getting front row tickets to their next performance. You thought it was funny though, Wooyoung was the guitarist boy that lived next door to the girl.

"The past is in the past!" She exclaimed, throwing up her hands as the two entered the university's building. The indoors wasn't very crowded, all the students attending were spread throughout the area either taking a break before their classes began or nearly booking it straight up the stairs in fear of being late. "Sure I wanted to murder him with my cello beforehand, but it's okay because we put our differences aside like you said we should have. And it's good that we did because we ended up going to the same university."

"So..." you began, thinking for a few moments before turning towards your friend. "Does this mean he's your favorite member? I mean you've got the background and chemistry for a nice little love story don't you think?"

"Oh absolutely not," she immediately responded. "We may have made up that summer but I have not spoken to him since. Plus my favorite member is their drummer so if anything I'd like to start a love story with him. Do you think I should plan out of my outfit for the music event? What if I actually start a love story with him like in those tv shows my parents used to watch? We catch each other's eyes during the performance and before we're about to leave I get asked backstage to meet him in person!"

You visibly cringed at your friend's fantasizing, putting four feet of space in between the two of you. "Gross. Go to class before you contaminant me with your fantasies."

"Oh shut up." She rolled her eyes, stopping in her tracks so that you were forced to wait for her. "Everyone likes to fantasize about their love life every once and awhile. It's natural to want something grander than reality to happen to you."

"You are the most cliche woman I have ever met," you mumbled, glancing over your shoulder to look at the girl. "You just told me you want to make eye contact with him and immediately fall in love just like that! Have a fun time dreaming about that while you stand in a crowd full of people in your general direction."

"You're so mean to me!" She yelled, causing everyone in the vicinity to turn and stare at the sudden commotion. "You're just mad that the violinist boy from freshman year refused to play music for you even when you got on your knees! And you were looking for him your entire high school career!"

You sprinted towards the girl at full speed, clamping your hands over her mouth to silence her. She screamed into your hands as you dragged her away from the public eye and muffled her voice. "Heejin, are you out of your mind?" You growled, looking behind you to see if anyone had heard her. "I thought we had both agreed to pretend like that never happened?"

The girl pried your hands away from her mouth and smiled innocently up at you. "We did promise. I just never forgot."

You shoved the girl towards where her lecture hall was located, a frustrated frown growing on your face as a pinkish flush began to creep across your face. "Go to your stupid business math class. Go before I chase you all the way there!" you threatened through gritted teeth. Her friend laughed at the girl's response, skipping like a child to her class for the day.

You really did get rejected that day, it was too ingrained in your brain to forget. The boy had stood on the balcony staring down at the two with a bored and uninterested expression in his eyes, tilting his head like a dog's when you screamed your demands up at him. Honestly, you didn't know exactly what you were expecting. Did you really think that he was just going to pick up his violin and start playing whatever tune he knew just because you asked him to? You didn't even say please!

You had spent a good ten minutes arguing with the boy about how you had been searching for him for years just to make him play at least ten seconds of a song for you. Each time you'd explain your situation to him, he'd immediately give you a dry response of why he kept declining you. He didn't even say it politely! He stared at you straight in the eyes and told you," I don't want to play for you because you aren't worth it."

You swore if you could jump high enough, you would have bounced onto the balcony and strangled him for his rude behavior. It was truly a sight for sore eyes watching an angry and frustrated high school senior scream up at an innocent looking but totally uninterested boy on the balcony. The argument was always almost completely one-sided as well, which made it slightly embarrassing to watch from the sidelines.

You had forced your friend to promise you that she'd either forget the whole incident or pretend like it never happened. Either one was good with you since your friend was known to tell everyone's stories when you weren't paying attention. She had gone this far without saying anything so the urge to talk about it must have been truly bubbling up inside of her. It's been a few months since the incident occurred and the memory is still fresh in your minds.

"God, I'm never gonna live down that stupid incident am I?" you grumbled, practically stomping towards your end destination. "Just when I thought maybe I was finally growing past it, she has to go and bring it back up again. Doesn't she know I'm still healing from that embarrassment? It took a toll on pride and this is how she helps mend the wound? By opening up again?"

You stopped in place when a melody began to waver in the air, following along the cold breeze of the university's air condition. The music notes hopped from breeze to breeze as it traveled through your ears to the next. The sound continuously grabbed your attention as each note was struck no matter how many times you turned to keep walking. It was hitting you like a rock to the head as your brain immediately identified the music maker to a violin.

You slowly turned around to see a few students peering through a crack in some double doors, staring intently on what was on the other side. "They're at it again," one of the older students spoke, holding the door open for his friends to look through. "They're much earlier this time than usual, we'll only catch a little bit of the performance. Do you think something important is happening?"

"You think they're competing for first chair again?" One of the younger students asked, glancing up towards the boy who had spoken beforehand. He shrugged in response to their question, but he seemed to agree for the most part. "Whatever it is, I bet Hong is about to take the first chair again. He's always the first chair. No one can beat that boy when it comes to the violin."

"Kang is always right behind him though, don't forget that," another voice reminded, trying to get a better view of the inside. "Both of them are musical prodigies, and the conductor has always been fond of Kang's playing style. I think he'll get first chair this time."

You couldn't help but let curiosity take over, standing just a few feet away from the group of friends and trying to peer through the small windows of the door. It was rather dark near the entrance to the room, but farther back was lit up by lights that illuminated the wood floor stage where two performers stood. The doors seemed to have led towards an auditorium from the looks of it. You couldn't exactly see their faces from how far away you were, but you could make out a little bit of what was actually going on.

A boy stood in the middle of the stage, the music coming directly from him as he strummed the violin with his bow, grace and elegance oozing off of him. He seemed rather focused on playing his violin precisely, not missing a single note in the song as he allowed the rich and melodic song to ring through their ears. The opened door seemed to amplify his sound even more, ringing within your brain as if it was trying to engraved its sound into her ears. Hearing a violinist play in person was truly much different from hearing it through speakers.

In a chair behind the violinist sat another figure, holding what seemed to be a violin as well in his hands. You assumed that it was the competition who had played their song earlier before you had arrived on campus. His shoulders seemed to tense as the violinist held his final note, a plaintive sound echoing through the auditorium as he held his form to leave an everlasting effect on his listeners.

The students in front of you held their breath as he finished, staring intently at where you assumed the conductor was sitting for his reaction. There was a moment of silence after the note finally fizzled into nothingness, no longer bouncing off of the walls after finding a home in the audience's ears.

"It's Park," the younger student spoke, standing up from where they originally crouched down. "Park is the first chair once again. Honestly, was I expecting a change? No, not really. He's just that talented."

"I was really rooting for Kang this time," the other student spoke, huffing as they crossed their arms in disappointment. "I wonder what he did to not get picked again this time. Usually, Kang performs wonderfully but we weren't early enough to catch his turn."

"Whatever it is," the older student added, shutting the door to the auditorium and shrugging his shoulders. "I'm sure Kang will get over it. I mean that's always next time! But I guess I say that every time this happens..."

When the trio had disappeared from sight, you couldn't help but open the door to the auditorium and peek inside. You had been walking past this exact area how many times and you didn't even notice an event like this happening? Your either extremely stupid or completely oblivious, there's no in between.

You pulled on the heavy auditorium doors, peering in the room to take a look for yourself. The room was chilly, much colder than the breezes nature had been giving you so far. It was like you had stepped straight into the freezer, feeling the need to rub your arms for warm to make sure you didn't suddenly die from the cold. "How long has this place been here? I could have sworn this was an administration office or a classroom... literally anything but an auditorium..." you mumbled to mumbled, your eyes drifting towards the stage.

Only one violinist was at the stage, his instrument dangling in his hands as he sat in silence. The other violinist and conductor were nowhere to be seen, abandoning him to be alone with his thoughts. He must have been the one who wasn't picked by their conductor for first chair, reveling in his defeat by his peer. "Is it that serious?" you mumbled, going to close the door before you zoomed to your class, only just a few minutes late.

Though you saw the violinist rise from his seat in the corner of your eye, approaching the edge of the stage to leave the room. Of course, being the generally nice person you were, you pushed the door back open, holding it open for the violinist to pass through. "Hey, are you about to— Woah! Woah, woah, woah, don't do that!" You yelled at him.

The violinist had raised his instrument high above the ground, a bored and uninterested look in his eyes as he debated on whether he was going to let the violin drop from the height it was at and scar it. It definitely wasn't going to shatter and break, but an ugly dent would be achieved through the notion. Your yelling seemed to stop him in his tracks, preventing him from possibly making the worst decision in his life.

"Don't violins cost a lot of money?" You nagged, forgetting about the door you were holding open and marching towards him. "I know you might be frustrated over whatever just happened but is it really worth breaking your instrument? You should be satisfied with the fact that you even got the chance to be chosen as an option for, what was it, first chair? Whatever it is, I think breaking your violin might be a really bad..." you trailed off as you got closer, slowing down your pace as you got closer to the stage

The violinist stared at you through his long blonde bangs, his eyes gleaming in the dingy and dim stage lights. Despite the horrible lighting it seemed to illuminate him as if he was some sort of statue on display, every curve and sharp corner of his face being highlighted just perfectly. His impassive expression refused to let you in on any sort of emotion or thought in his head, locking you out with every chain known to man. His eyes glanced over you, reading you like an open book before he finally spoke. "Why... do you care?"

Your eyes dropped from his face to his violin, taking note of the bored expression and the red tinged violin in his hands. It seemed like it had been used frequently, it's the color worn from age and usage with scratches scattered throughout the instrument's body. "Oh...," you trailed, dropping your hands to your side in defeat.

How long had he been here? Hiding right under your nose in what seemed to be plain sight. How long were you going to go without realizing the violinist from your freshman year was attending the same university as you? "It's you again."

The boy titled his head curiously, a moment of silence expanding over them like a blanket. You felt like you were going to twitch and squirm under his gaze, the eerie silence of the auditorium and his almost blank stare making the atmosphere uncomfortable for you. All you could think about was the one sided argument you two had; how you had embarrassed yourself in front of your whole neighborhood just because you wanted him to play a song for you. The amount of humiliation that was crashing over you like angry waves could have washed you right of the auditorium if it wanted to.

The violinist crouched down on the stage to look down on you, resting his head on his hands as he began to speak. “Do I... know you?”

“Do you know me?” You repeated, disbelief prevalent in your tone of voice. “Did you really just ask that? Of course you know me! Remember from this summer? Just a few months back?”

The boy nodded his head as you spoke, absorbing all the information you were telling him and letting it process in his brain. He closed his eyes as he began to form his final thoughts, leaning back on his heels before opening them again and staring at you. “Ah... I remember now. You were Wooyoung’s fling for a couple weeks... right?”

“What?” You exclaimed, a rosy pink tint spreading across your face as you spoke. You’ve never even spoken to the guitarist boy when he lived near you, nevertheless have a fling with him. The mere thought of doing something so... dangerous like that made your skin crawl. “No... I don’t... listen, are you serious? You don’t remember who am I at all? Not a thing about me seems to trigger some sort of memory in you?”

“Not to be rude,” he responded, lifting himself out of his crouched position and beginning to walk across the stage to the stairs positioned at the side. “But you don’t look like the most memorable type. I mean if I don’t remember you are, would anyone else be able to?”

His blunt honestly was like a knife to the chest, only he was repeatedly sinking the weapon into your already open wound. Had he always been this straightforward with people? Of course he was, that’s why you never got him to play a song for you. You didn’t even know whether or not you liked the fact that he didn’t recognize who you were because he had formatted his words. You’d much rather be remembered for something embarrassing you did than be forgettable as a whole.

Though by the time you had clocked back into reality, a snarky and rude comment ready to hit the bullseye on the back of his head, he was gone. There was no sign of violinist boy anywhere in the room, as if he has quiet literally disappeared into thin air. “I should have just let him smash his violin to pieces,” you rumbled, now not only late to class but also filled with bitter rage that wasn’t even reciprocated.

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hamiltonimagines · 4 years

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First Impressions (Part 1)

Pairing: Daveed x Reader

Summary: Daveed and Y/N get off on the wrong foot and then realize they have mutual friends.

Word Count: 1k

Warnings: The tiniest mention of smut, like literally one sentence

(Part 2) (Part 3) (Part 4)

“Yes, Jas. I know, 6 o’clock. I’ll be there” I said, giggling at how worried she was. Jasmine had called me ten times today, to make sure I knew everything about the rehearsal dinner, including the time and venue.

Jasmine was my best friend, we met in high school and had been best friends since. In two days she was getting married to Anthony, as far as I was concerned, they were as close to soulmates as you could possibly be. They both loved each other with every part of their heart.

I was currently sat in my hotel room watching some of the news on tv before going to bed. Whoever was in the hotel room next door had been kinda noisy all day, but I figured once it got later, the noise would stop.

Here I was, trying to fall asleep, but the noise wouldn’t stop. I couldn’t even tell what the sound was, it almost sounded like music on some speakers.

Just then, it stopped completely. I breathed a sigh of relief and quickly went to bed, before it started again.

I jumped awake, startled by a noise. The music had started again. Actually, I wasn’t sure exactly what it was but, it sounded like someone was rapping. I glanced at the clock and saw that is was 3am.

I realized that I had had enough, I needed sleep and I was going to get it. I don’t know what made me do it, maybe that I was running on no sleep, but I walked right out of my room. I stopped in front of the next door over and I banged on the door.

Within seconds, someone unlocked the door and opened it. There was a man who was standing there, if I was honest, he was really cute. “Oh I’m sorry, did I wake you up?” He asked, sounding really genuine and concerned.

But I couldn’t stop the words that came out of my mouth. “Do you have any idea what time it is? Some people are trying to sleep and you’re making that really hard. How about you have some empathy and stop keeping people awake” I yelled. He seemed taken aback and in shock.

I didn’t know what else to do, so I quickly walked back to my door. I heard him say “wow” under his breath as I walked away. Except, it didn’t sound angry, he sounded impressed.

I walked into my room and quickly fell back asleep, not another sound being made next door.

I woke up the next morning and when I went to walk to the bathroom to brush my teeth, I saw a note had been passed under the door.

I picked it up and it said “I’m truly sorry I kept you up last night! Sincerest apologies from, the rude guy next door”.

I smiled to myself, but also felt embarrassed. I had been tired and took things too far. He seemed like a nice guy, and as a plus he was really cute. If I saw him again, I would make sure to apologize.

I spent the rest of the morning not doing much and just chilling in my room, until I had to leave to go to Jasmine’s house. I was going to do her hair for the rehearsal dinner tonight. I grabbed my outfit out of the closet and took a cab over to her house.

I knocked on the door and it was quickly answered by Anthony. “Hey Ant, how have you been?” I asked him, as I gave him a hug. “I’m really good, how are you? How was your flight?” He asked, letting me in the house.

“My flight kinda sucked and I got no sleep last night. But I’m good. Hey, you aren’t planning on leaving my best friend at the alter tomorrow, right?” I joked with him. “I wouldn’t dream of it” he said. How much he loved Jas, just radiated off of him.

“Jas is upstairs in our room” he said and I thanked him and headed upstairs. “Knock knock, there’s the bride-to-be” I said walking into their bathroom where Jas was sat on a stool on her phone.

“Hey you’re here” she said, excitedly. She pulled me into a quick hug and then sat back down. I started doing her hair and then I remembered I had to tell her about the guy from the hotel.

“So you’ll never guess what happened last night” I told her. “Yeah I heard you tell Anthony that you didn’t get any sleep. Did you get laid last night?” She asked, smirking.

“No, sorry to disappoint. A guy did keep me up all night, but not in that way. The guy next door at the hotel, was playing rap music all night and it was loud, I barely got any sleep. So I went over at like 3am and I may have yelled and been a bit aggressive. But I woke up this morning and found an apology note that he had slipped under my door. I feel so bad, and if I’m being honest, he was super attractive” I confessed.

“You missed out on that chance, he seems like a genuine guy. But nope you had to yell at him” Jas joked. “If I see him again, I’m definitely apologizing” I told her. “Well moving on to cute guys that you haven’t yelled at and maybe you have a chance with, I’m totally setting you up with Daveed” Jas said.

“Isn’t he the best man tomorrow? The one you’re always telling me I should date” I asked her. “Yes, but only because I think you two would hit it off. And he’s super cute and so are you, you two could be a power couple” she told me.

“I’ve never even met him or seen a picture of him, I can’t just walk up to him and bam we’re a couple” I said, loving the idea of meeting this supposedly dreamy guy, but not wanting to get my hopes up.

“Don't worry, you’ll both be seeing each other a bunch for the next two days. You’ll at least form a friendship and maybe exchange numbers. Then who knows, a few months from now, you could be dating” she said, smirking at me.

“Let’s plan for friends, we don’t need to get our hopes up yet. I haven’t even met the guy” I told her, but I’d be lying if I said I didn’t feel like a giddy school girl as I anticipated meeting Daveed.

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plainbrunettelbl · 5 years

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ABO (A) Fatgum Toyomitsu Taishiro x (O) Reader Big Jackets and Snack Runs

Word count: 1336

Warnings: Just villains being villains

Title: ABO (A) Fatgum Toyomitsu Taishiro x (O) Reader Big Jackets and Snack Runs

Summary: You and Fatgum go shopping for snacks and run into a snag.

(Gif not mine)

🍬-One thing you loved about Tai was his clothes. He was a big man and his clothes showed it. They swallowed you whole and were perfect to fill your nest with.

🍬-He would come home to see you sporting one of his spare yellow jackets curling up on the couch or in your nest. He loved seeing you wear his clothes as much as you enjoyed putting the on.

🍬-Your shared apartment was always stocked full of candies and snacks. When Tai lived on his own he was kinda a bit of a slob. Nothing enough to attract ants or anything but his floor was known to have candy wrappers and chip bags scattered about.

🍬-That all stopped when you had visited his apartment when you were first starting to court and your foot slid on a candy bar wrapper and you sprained your hand trying to catch yourself when you fell.

🍬-Fatgum was beside himself when he saw you fall. He was quick to pick you up and sat you down in his lap on the couch. He was crooning up a storm trying to keep you calm.

🍬-You were a bit embarrassed if you were being honest. You had just started courting and already made a fool of yourself in front of him. He must have mistaken your tears of embarrassment for pain because he really started freaking out then.

🍬-“I’m so sorry, Y/N! I should have cleaned up a bit before inviting you over.” He rushed, he leaned forward trying to scent you to calm you down.

🍬-“I’m fine, Tai. I am just a little embarrassed.” You blushed, looking down. Your wrist did hurt a bit but nothing an ice pack and some rest wouldn’t fix.

🍬-“I should be the one embarrassed.” He replied.

🍬-“It’s fine Tai. I know you have to eat a lot for your quirk. You probably don’t have a lot of time to clean because of your hero work.” It was your turn to try and calm him down.

🍬-You cuddled with him on the couch for the rest of your day. He tried to talk you into staying over with him so he could take care of you but you reassured him you were fine.

🍬-So now that you were both mated and sharing an apartment he had made sure to have a small trash can in each room so accidents like that wouldn’t happen.

🍬-The first few months you moved in together you might have put on a few pounds. Fatgum keeping his kitchen stocked with every snack you could imagine was too much temptation for you to resist.

🍬-He had made it clear that he didn’t mind you helping yourself to his snacks. If he was gonna share with anyone it would be his sweet mate. Let’s just say the extra chips and sweets showed up on your body.

🍬-You grew self-conscious. You started going to the gym more and would shy away from Tai when he tried to touch you. He figured it out real quick about what was making you pull away.

🍬-He was quick to put it to an end. He made sure to remind you that every inch of you was perfect and he didn’t care about your figure but about your heart. You swooned all over.

🍬-In time you did learn to resist the chocolate and chips though. You would only eat them when Tai was home and didn’t want to be the only one enjoying them. He loved eating food together.

🍬-He loved it when he came home to you in a cute apron mixing something over the stove. He always would take over once the food was done and serve you both.

🍬-His reasoning was that if you cooked he served. He was generous with his helpings but wouldn’t bat an eye when you slid your unfinished plate his way. He would happily polish that off too.

🍬-Your cooking was the bomb and he wasn’t afraid to enjoy it.

🍬-Grocery shopping was a big deal in the household. Anytime you went shopping Tai would accompany you and help you with the food. You often had to get two carts to hold everything while he piled everything that caught his stomach’s eye.

🍬-Luckily today was just a snack run so you only needed one cart and Tai lovingly set you down in it. He knew his tall stature was hard to keep up with so he sometimes had you riding around in the carts so he could browse the isles without leaving you behind.

🍬-You didn’t mind it too much. People tended to stare but it was to be expected. You liked to sit facing him so it was a win-win situation for you. You loved to admire you mate.

🍬-Plus it was nice to keep you in his sight in case something bad happened. And on this day it really came in handy.

🍬-He was just entering the chip aisle when shots rang out through the store. He had a clear view of the villains that just walked in but you were covered from being seen.

🍬-You had jumped at the harsh down. A chirp of distress escaped you as you eyed your mate. His happy smile was replaced with a fierce scowl. He hated when something interrupted his time with his mate let alone when someone was putting his mate in danger.

🍬-He eyed his surroundings, catching sight of the swinging stock room doors that lined up perfectly with this isle.

🍬-“Sorry, Omega.” He was quick to apologize.

🍬-“What do you mean?” Before you could get the words out your strong mate pushed the cart with all of his might. You went flying down the aisle and crashed into the stockroom.

🍬-Once the doors flapped closed and you were successfully hidden he got to business. He wasted no time confronting and beating the villains that dare come in here and endanger his mate.

🍬-A few kicks and a punches later and he had them lined up outside hog tied waiting to be picked up by the police. Another Hero showed up on the scene so he felt safe leaving in their care.

🍬-He rushed back to the chip aisle and dashed into the storeroom trying to find his mate. He didn’t expect you to find you hovering over a male trying to hold peas to his head.

🍬-The cart was tipped over and all the snacks littered the ground.

🍬-“Omega?” He was confused.

🍬-You looked back and smiled at him. “I’m fine. The cart hit a bump and I was gonna fall out. I did but this guy broke my fall.” You looked back at the growing lump on the betas head.

🍬-“I’m sorry again, Chad.” You softly patted his shoulder.

🍬-“It’s fine. You know what they say about angels falling from the sky.” He joked, sending you a smirk.

🍬-Fatgums hackles instantly rose. He wasn’t a jealous Alpha like most are and maybe it was the adrenaline but he kinda wished the Beta was more roughed up than he already was. Though he was glad the Beta took the brunt of your fall.

🍬-He lifted you up by your underarms and absorbed you into his belly. Before you could protest he was walking out of the stock room.

🍬-“We will pay for the damaged snacks.” He tossed a tiny scowl at the Beta before leaving.

🍬-“Taishiro.” You pouted, trying to turn your head to scold him.

🍬-“We can get snacks later. Right now I want you at home and in bed. We can order takeout and watch movies.” He leaned down and pressed a kiss to the back of your head.

🍬-“Oh! Can we get Chinese?” Your face brightened.

🍬-“Anything for you.” He smiled, glad he was gonna be the only one receiving your attention.

I love this big Boi! He is too adorable. I hope you enjoyed it! 💕

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ororowrites · 4 years

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Two Thousand Twelve (Yahya x Black OC)

Sweet Thang Series - Chapter One

Warnings: Language, sexual situations, substance use

Word Count: 2,409

Los Angeles - 2012

Forty-five, forty six, forty seven, forty eight, forty nine, fifty! Candace finished up her last set of sit-ups, dusted off her leggings and grabbed her belongings. The gym served as her stress reliever, especially when her boyfriend was the cause of the stress. When she felt like she had worked up enough of a sweat, Candace returned to the off campus apartment she shared with her twin sister, Trinity.

They were both in their Senior year at USC, far away from their home in Chicago, Illinois. Candace was majoring in Dramatic Arts while her twin sister was studying History and Education. They were both the apple of their parents’ eyes but Candace was the child who went above and beyond to make them proud. Her sister Trinity was more of a free spirit and though she had many academic successes, she did not care what their parents thought or about their constant pressure. Trinity and Candace had two older sisters, Freida and Talia and a younger brother, Anthony who was about to start his freshman year of college. The twins were in their last semester of college and while they looked forward to graduating, they did not look forward to splitting up for graduate school. Candace had dreams of attending Yale’s Drama School and her twin wanted to move back home for her next educational ventures.

“I need to figure out what I’m going to do. At this rate, I can’t keep up with my tuition payments,” Candace complained, checking her bank statements. “Most of my money is going towards the car and insurance and I can’t get rid of that.

“Did you talk to someone in the financial aid office? They stay having attitudes in there but maybe they can help. I would say I’d help you....I’m broke as shit, though.” Trinity twirled her Ramen noodles around her fork and stuffed it in her mouth. “I’m surviving on Ramen noodles and faith.”

“I wasn’t expecting your help, Trin.” Options began to pile up in Candace’s head and only one of them appeared to be the best choice. Maybe not the best choice to many but her pride kept her from asking her parents for more help. Anthony Jr. was a talented athlete and with them putting him through school, she didn’t want to bug them. Plus, she wanted the best for her brother. He deserved the world for all the hard work he put into his craft and turning his life around after a rough patch.

“Getting another job is probably your best bet,” Trinity suggested, shrugging her shoulders.

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“Let me eat you out,” Maxwell whispered in Candace’s ear.

If she rolled her eyes any harder, they’d fall out of her head. Why did she even agree to come out with him when his sheer presence irked her soul? Maxwell was Candace’s on and off again boyfriend and right now they were in an off phase. As usual, Candace ended up making herself available so Maxwell could apologize.

“Why can’t you just watch the movie,” Candace ignored the twitch between her legs and kept her eyes on the movie screen. Agreeing to come to the drive-in was a poor decision. Everyone always ended up fucking at the drive-in.

“Come on, baby. I’m trying to apologize.”

“There’s a such thing as saying ‘I’m sorry’.” Maxwell’s verbal advances turned into physical ones as he pressed his lips to her neck.

“For a man that claims he knows me sure doesn’t get a clue.”

Even though she was slightly turned on and would do anything to take her mind off her latest concern, Candace was distracted.

“Aight then. What’s up? What’s on that pretty mind of yours,” Maxwell questioned, his golds glistening as he smiled.

Candace pulled at the drawstrings on her sweatshirt, “I don’t think I’ll be finishing school this semester.”

One thing Maxwell didn’t have to worry about was money when it came to school. He was a future NFL prospect and had a full-ride scholarship. “Damn, baby. Can’t you call your parents for help?”

“Ant is graduating this year. They’ve supported us all this time and I’ve been doing good paying my tuition this year. As soon as my hours got cut at work, shit started getting out of hand,” Candace sighed, running her hands down her face.

“Why didn’t I know this was going on?”

Taking a deep breath, Candace thought about how many ways could say, Because you only think about yourself. “You’ve been too busy worrying about other things. I told you they were going to cut my hours.”

“My bad. You know I stay busy with ball. I don’t remember you telling me that,” Maxwell replied, letting his hand rest on her thigh. “I would help you out if I could.”

No you wouldn’t, Candace thought. But, she stayed silent to protect her peace.

Maxwell’s hand crept across her lap and between her legs. She hated that she couldn’t control her sexual urge when it came to this man. The empty promises she made herself time and time again were getting ridiculous. Candace flinched when Maxwell’s cold fingers pushed her thin, cotton shorts to the side. Once again she was failing herself. Candace reached for the lighter and left over blunt that Maxwell had in the cup holder.

“Relax,” Maxwell hummed, waiting until he felt Candace’s muscles relax before pushing a finger past her folds. He watched Candace close her eyes, letting the smoke pass through her lips. Hitched breaths filled the car, even with the loud action scene coming through the speakers. Letting herself go, she began to roll her hips into his hand.

As usual, he had her where he wanted her. Right in the palm of his hand.

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San Francisco - 2012

Yahya returned from his lunch break early, excited about new ideas he wanted to write down before they left him. His mind never stopped going and it often kept him up at night. Since graduating from Berkeley, he worked for the Mayor’s office as an Urban Planner. His passion for building up the urban core piqued his interest in architecture and his minor in social justice. When he landed the job with the Mayor’s office, he jumped into projects feet first. He had been a part of two major projects and was currently working on another one.

“Mr. Abdul-Mateen,” the secretary said as Yahya walked through the glass doors and towards his office. “Mr. Reid would like to see you in his office.”

Stefanie’s statement did not worry him. Her eyes always held a certain sadness, so Yahya didn’t see that sadness as a threat. Yahya walked down the long hall to Mr. Reid’s suite. The normally rambunctious man was sitting at his desk but facing the the window overlooking the city skyline.

“Remember your first project, Yahya,” he asked, sensing a presence in his office.

“Yeah, that proposal for the new school. That one public official was a pain in our ass but the proposal finally went through at the last minute,” Yahya recalled, smiling at the memory of his first success on the job.

“Yeah, Mr. Ryan is a total hard ass for no reason. But you should be proud.”

Sensing a shift in the conversation, Yahya cut right to the chase. “Mr. Reid, what’s this about?”

“Um....why don’t you come take a seat,” the director motioned to the chair in front of his desk. With the way he was looking, this could not be good news.

Yahya had been let go. Even after all his hard work and fresh ideas, the city needed to make budget cuts and his job was one of the first on the list. Their reasoning? They had too many Urban Planners and could only afford to pay two of them and those two just so happened to be recent graduates that would get lower pay. His world felt like it had fallen apart in the ten minutes he spent in Mr. Reid’s office. What was he supposed to do now? There was no plan B when he was very calculated about his life decisions since childhood. Yahya knew what he wanted to do, which school he wanted to attend and which career path he would take to get to his ultimate goal of having his own architecture firm. This put a dent in his plans, leaving him feeling helpless.

When Yahya got home, he didn’t even think about calling his mother and father about the bad news. He wasn’t ready to accept the news himself, so he’d wait a couple of days. Instead, he called up his boys in Los Angeles and told them he was heading down for the weekend.

Kevin and Damon were brothers and Yahya’s best friends since grade school in Louisiana. When Yahya and his family moved to Oakland in his 6th grade year, they all remained close. Summers were spent in Louisiana and Yahya was grateful his friends were at least in the same state now. Kevin was a celebrity trainer and Damon was currently in law school. They had both moved to Los Angeles shortly after high school.

“What’s up, dude,” Kevin exclaimed, clasping Yahya’s hand and roughly patting him on the back. “Long time, no see. You ain’t been down here in a minute.”

“Shit, been busy, bro. Wassup Damon,” Yahya greeted the other brother and stepped inside their apartment. “Damn, the place is nice. Glad to see ya’ll asses finally got a couch and tv stand.”

“Shut the hell up. Always talkin’ shit,” Damon groaned. “Want anything to drink? Water, soda...or a drank drank?”

“You got anything dark? I’ll take some of that.”

“Long day, man? You look like you been through it,” Kevin added, joining Yahya in the living room. He flipped the television to Sports Center.

“Long day? How about a long week. They worked my ass. I may put in for some vacation time here soon. I need a break,” Yahya lied. He would keep this layoff a secret until he had a plan on where he wanted to go next.

“I hear you,” Kevin agreed.

The crew watched sports highlights and reminisced on their childhood for a couple of hours. It was late but the night was still young for them and they didn’t want to be stuck inside on a Friday night in Los Angeles. They hit the town, settling on a strip club downtown.

“Glad I got paid today because I’m about to go crazy up in this bitch. I heard this place has the best looking strippers and I’m tryna make someone’s daughter rich tonight,” Damon yelled over the music. Beautiful women seemed to be everywhere they turned. The strippers, the bartenders and a few women there for bachelorette parties or just there out of curiosity.

“Just as long as you have enough left for your half of the rent, nigga. I’m not covering your half again this month,” Kevin eyed a dancer on the stage twirling down the pole with her legs in a split. “Damn.”

Yahya was distracted. Even with all the good distractions in front of him, he couldn’t stop thinking about losing his job. The entire six hour drive to Los Angeles, he tried to think of a plan B or if he needed to move and try to get an urban planning position in a different city.

“Whoa, shit! Sorry,” a woman groaned, grabbing onto Yahya’s shoulder trying to catch her footing. “These niggas don’t know how to say excuse me around here. Sorry I ran into you.”

“Oh, you’re good. You okay,” Yahya caught the brown beauty before she could hit the floor.

“Yeah, first night back at this place. Gotta get used to the rude ass men in here. Thanks for catching me. Enjoy the rest of your night,” she quickly pushed through the crowd and disappeared.

Yahya turned back to his boys to find them shaking their heads. “What?”

“You just gone let shawty walk away like that? Did you see how that ass was sittin’? How those titties were sittin’? Honey was bad as fuck and you let her walk away,” Kevin sucked his teeth.

“Unlike you, I’m a gentleman. Plus, she was in a rush. She’s working.”

“Man, whatever, lets go find somewhere to sit and order some liquid courage. I’m trying to get fucked up tonight.”

The trio settled on a table in the middle of the club after ordering their first round of drinks. They spent a little more money than they wanted but Yahya finally loosened up and started to have a good time. The next morning, he’d probably regret all the alcohol he was consuming to numb his pain. Too much liquor meant making silly decisions; like paying for a private dance in the famous Dream room.

Yahya took a seat on the leather sofa and waited on a dancer. He had opted for the Friday night surprise, instead of asking one of the dancers on the floor for private time. The door opened and the woman who had run into him earlier that night closed the door behind her.

“Oh, you again,” she said with a grin.

“You act like that’s a problem,” Yahya laughed, licking his lips. His eyes were low from all the alcohol he had consumed that night. “Maybe this time I can catch your name, sweetheart.”

“A dancer never tells anyone her real name. I go by Cakes.” She stood in front of Yahya’s long legs, placing her hands on his knees. Anywhere by 112 started playing over the speakers. “This is one of my favorites.”

“Mine too.”

Candace tried to shake whatever connection she was having with this random man at the club. It was her first night back in two years and the first rule of Dynasty was to not fall for these randoms in the the club. They didn’t see you as anything else but a hoe in the strip club. Besides, things were on the upside with Maxwell.. at least for the time being. The only reason she had come back to Dynasty was to get enough money to pay up her tuition and put funds into her savings account for her moves after graduation. That was it. Candace had no room to be greedy because this was one secret she did not want getting back to her parents.

Rolling her body, Candace kept her eyes on the customer, dragging her hips to the seductive beat.

Maybe the long drive down to LA would be worth it.

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For Better or For Worse

Requested by Anonymous: Now we ALL know Chris wants kids. If you don’t know that you’re not a real fan. But what about a fic where the reader can’t have kids and she wants to break up with Chris because she thinks that’s what’s best for him?

AN: ok this is like... really angsty and i got carried away in it and idk... im kinda sad today. on another note! i got a B+ on an essay exam i thought i canned so yay

Warnings: angst, language

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You reread the text message again.

Hey baby. Sorry for not being able to make it today with you. I am hopeful! Let me know as soon as you get out! <3

Your left knee bounced. Your stomach twisted. The TV in the left corner of the room buzzed some news about COVID-19, but you couldn’t care less. A stranger next to you shuffled his feet and it was so loud. It resonated in your skull, climbing down your spine.

“Y/N?”

Your head snapped up. The doctor stood with a smile on her face, dossier in hand, door open behind her.

“Yes,” you said.

“Come with me.”

You followed her through the door, the back of her white lab coat stark. It felt like you were following her to your doom; to the pits of hell and beyond. Your heart raced as you passed through the familiar doors and sat on the same leather chair as before.

But last time you were with Chris. Last time, he was here, holding your hand, as nervous as you were.

“Okay, Y/N, how are we doing today?” the doctor asked, sitting directly in front of you. You had a queasy feeling, watching her sparkling white smile and her vivid eyes.

Did she have good news?

“Nervous,” you admitted. Your mouth was dry. You just wanted to know the results.

The doctor’s face went soft and she opened the dossier, revealing a small stack of papers; all the tests you’d done with her.

“It is as we feared, Y/N,” she said, hands on the table. “All the tests show that your eggs are barren. I am very sorry. I know how much having a child of your own means to you and your husband, and I know this must be terrible news. There are, however, alternatives, like adoption.”

There was a burning so intense in your chest that you feared you’d pass out. It was like someone lit a fire between your ribs and was cooking you from the inside out. Involuntary tears spilled from the edges of your eyes, gliding down your cheeks, clinging to your jaw as desperately as you’d clung to the hope of baring Chris’s children.

Your hands balled into fists. Eyes closed. Breathing slowed. You could hear the doctor speaking, but it was as if through water. She was saying something about this process of multiple tests, all of them negative, proving that you really wanted to be a mother and that would be a plus on the adoption forms and you’d be considered a good candidate.

You didn’t want to adopt! You wanted to conceive a child, half of you and half of Chris. To have a piece that was the both of you, together. To see if your child would have Chris’s smile or your hair or his little dimples. You wanted to see which part of your character they’d inherit. Or maybe they’d be more like Chris.

“I...” You looked up through tear filled eyes, but only say the shape of the doctor who’d just told you you’d never have children of your own. “I’m going to go.”

“Would you like me to call your husband?” she asked, seeing your state.

“No.”

The last thing you needed was to tell Chris right now. He’d been so hopeful that this final test, this final and last try would be a miracle. Even if it was just one child, one would be enough, one would be your saving grace.

He’d hate you. Of course he would. With time. There is not a thing in the world Chris wanted more than children. Little boys and girls running around, playing hide-and-seek. Teaching his daughter to drive. Teaching his son to cope with his feelings in a healthy way. Showing his kids the aquarium. Snow fights. Autumn leaf piles. Swings. Sand boxes.

He’d resent you. Of course he would. With time. He’d find a way to leave you because he couldn’t stand to know his biggest wish was dead. He’d marry someone else, someone fertile, someone able to give him a piece of himself fused with a woman he loved.

He’d forget you. Of course he would. With time. After his children would be born and they would grow up in front of his eyes, he’d forget the woman with a rotten womb and empty ovaries.

You hadn’t noticed, but you’d somehow managed to walk out of the office, down the stairs, and out into the parking. The sun was out, high, hot. Sweat formed on your forehead, in the palm of your hands, behind your knees.

You had a sudden, harsh thought. You knew exactly what to do.

You texted Chris to call you when he had the time. You got into your car, like a ghost, like a phantom, and sat there holding the wheel. It was warm and hard, the heat of the summer cooking up the car. You looked in the rearview, at the empty backseat. There would never be a little one sitting there, in a baby seat or as a kid or as a teenager with their friends.

There would never be.

The phone rang.

“Hello.”

“Hey, babe, how did it go?” There was so much hope in his voice; the ring of his tone and the cracking. He had so much hope and you were about to squash it between your fingers like ants.

“Where are you?” You tried to sound normal, neutral, but there were still tears drying on your cheeks.

“Is everything alright?”

“Chris, where are you?” Now, you sounded angry, impatient, and you hated it, hated the way you were talking to him. He didn’t deserve it.

He gave you the place he was at. “It’s a set so come by the back gate and I’ll be waiting there, okay?” His voice was harsher, less hopeful, and there was a hint of knowing. Knowing exactly what you were coming to say.

You drove there in silence. No music. No humming. Catatonic. Your mind was blank, the roads busy, the streetlights bright, your thoughts a mess. There was an ache in your stomach, deep and hurting, as if you’d been cut open from sternum to belly button, and the wound was festering.

You were minutes away from ending the most beautiful part of your life.

You parked awkwardly on a curb but who cares. The little walk from your car to the gate was hard, your knees trembling, feet numb. Chris was waiting at the gate to let you in, a wary look tearing his features apart.

As soon as you were through, he put his arm around your shoulders and kissed your forehead. “Y/N,” he mumbled. “Are you okay?”

He smelled so familiar and felt like an anchor. It was an instinct to lean in, forehead against the crook of his shoulder. It was all so familiar. The glint of the ring on his finger. The smell of the detergent he used at home, the one you washed all your clothes in.

“Can we talk in private?”

His eyes slid down to the ground, a tick in his jaw. He knew. But he didn’t know all. “Oh, baby,” he murmured, but pulled you along to his trailer.

Inside, it smelled like his cologne. There were a few dirty dishes in the sink and you smiled because Chris never liked to wash his dishes and you were always the one picking up after him. He liked to vacuum though, and it showed in the pristine floors and sparkling shelves that he’d dusted.

He grabbed your hand and led you to the couch. He sat beside you, shoulders turned to you, eyes searching your face. He saw the dried tears. The trembling lower lip.

“It was negative?” he asked lowly, running his fingers over your knuckles.

“Yeah.” You bit your lip. “Again.”

He sighed and leaned his head on your shoulder. There was a moment of silence where you just stared at the blank TV screen, listening to Chris breathing against you.

“We’ll find another way,” he said, lifting his head. “We’ll go through another round of IV.”

You shook your head. “The doctor said I’m barren, Chris,” you said, fighting tears. “There is literally nothing we can do anymore.”

He grabbed your hand with both of his. “Adoption.” He said it as if it was a miracle cure.

“No, Chris, I want a child of our own.” You bit your lip, tears fighting to slip from your lashes. “A little girl with blue eyes or a little boy who is as stubborn as me.” And this time, you did cry. And you saw just how hard Chris was fighting his own.

“It’s alright, baby, hey.” He took your head in his arms, bringing you against the safety of his stern chest.

You let yourself sob against him, wetting his sweater, grasping onto his shoulder. He rubbed his hand up and down your back. He set his wet cheek against the top of your head.

Hiccuping, you pulled away from him, wringing your hands. “Chris, I... I’m...” you trailed off, raking a hand through your hair. “I’m gonna... go live with my mom for a bit.”

He frowned deeply, suddenly changing from sad to confused in a matter of milliseconds.

“No, Y/N, no, no, why?” He leaned in, looking at you deeply, blue eyes searching yours. He held onto your hand so tightly it almost hurt.

“Chris, you don’t deserve this,” you said, sniffling. “I’m never going to give you a little girl to teach her how to drive or a boy to go to shows with. We’re never gonna have babies in the bed with us in the morning. We’re never going to watch little league games. Daycare. Potty training.”

He stood, thumb to his lips. He was angry, tension roiling in his muscles. “I can’t believe it,” he growled behind clenched teeth. “I can’t believe you’d think I wouldn’t want you because you can’t have biological children with me. Do you think I only want you for that? You’re not a machine, Y/N. You’re not broken. You’re my wife. I pledged to love you for better or for worse. We will work through this. I promise you.”

He knelt before you, eyes wide and glistening with unshed tears. He grabbed your hand, held it to his heart, looking up at you imploringly. “Don’t ever think that. Ever.” He reached up to wipe a tear from your cheek. “I’m not going anywhere. Yes, I want kids. But I want you, more than anything. We’ll get a dog. Or a cat. Or both. But I’m not separating from you, okay?”

There was a hole in your chest, and it was aching, and it was healing, and you wanted to cry from joy and fear and powerlessness. “Oh, Chris.”

“No,” he said, lip trembling, tear rolling from the corner of his cheek. “No. Don’t leave me. Don’t. We will work it out.”

You leaned in, kissed his cheek, where the tear was settling, tasted the salt of it. “Okay.”

He sighed of relief, embracing you softly. He pressed his cheek against yours. He was shaking like a leaf. “I love you, and I want you to remember that forever,” he whispered. “I won’t let you go for anything in the world.”

You nodded against his shoulder. “I love you too, Chris.”

He pressed his thumb against the ring on your finger. The ring he’d given to you on the day of your wedding, where he’d vowed to love you forever and always. Where he’d kissed you in front of both of your families. Where he’d tied himself to you in the holiest of ways, binding you to him and to his care, and vice versa.

He was remembering you, remembering himself, the reason why that ring was on your finger. For better or for worse. And this was the worse, but you’d live it together. You’d overcome it together. No matter what.

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