#sorry i just felt nauseous thinking about danielle again. i love you i get you i know you

[krookodyke]

thinking of danielle shiva baby even after all this time still makes me sick… you’re 22. you don’t know what the fuck you’re going to do in your life. sex for money feels like the only out. you miss your childhood best friend. you don’t think she gives a fuck about you. you’re the black sheep of the community. you’re bisexual. almost everyone you grew up around is older than you. you’re still a child. you’re still the same awkward 12 year-old at your bat mitzvah and that’s how everyone still sees you. you don’t know. you don’t know. you just want to make your mom proud. you don’t think you’re capable of that. your childhood best friend misses you, too. you don’t know why. she’s braver than you but not by much. she knows how to twist the knife. you’re a shitty jew. you’re a shitty person. you’re so fucking lost. your parents love you. they don’t know you. your childhood best friend loves you. she knows you and it’s terrifying. you’re still 13 in the back of your dad’s van. you’re still a kid. you love her back. you’re still a child.

[queenshelby]

Yes! Mr Murphy (Rewritten)

PART 26: THE ARTICLE

Pairing: Cillian Murphy x Reader

Warning: Lots of Angst, Age Gap, Teacher x Student, Pregnancy Loss, Infertility

After you picked up the paper and read through the short-winded article, you could not help but feel nauseous again.

Seeing Cillian kiss his assistant like this made you sick, and you quickly realised that you were not wrong when you got a bad vibe from Kit, making you uncomfortable.

You also wondered whether, during your short-lived relationship with Cillian, he engaged in anything intimate with her. That would not have surprised you, considering that Kit had always had it out for him.

Kit clearly loved the attention as Cillian was not the first actor she was dating and you were curious as to what made her an excellent personal assistant for him. Was she more than that, even when he was married to Danielle? You were unsure and you knew that you should not care.

He had ended it with you and yet, you felt appalled and disgusted by his actions.

Filled with pain medication making you not think relatively straight, you picked up your phone and sent Cillian a photo of the article you read with the note saying “I am disgusted, but not surprised”, immediately following which Cillian called you.

“What is that supposed to mean? You are disgusted, but not surprised?” he asked, seeing that the article had made you upset as, even now, on the phone with him, you were crying.

“It means that I was right. There was always something about her, but you brushed it off when I mentioned it” you told him in a teary voice, causing Cillian to sigh but not answer.

“Did you sleep with her?” you asked after his long silent pause, knowing this was none of your business.

“What does it matter?” Cillian asked almost defensively, causing you to take in a deep breath.

“I will just take this as a yes,” you told him before allowing yourself to curse loudly so that everyone in the room could hear you. “Fuck, Cillian. Why?” you asked but, again, knew that he did not owe you any explanation.

“Because I have been trying to get you out of my fucking head Y/N” Cillian explained with much emotion in his voice but, of course, this made no sense to you whatsoever.

“So, it is my fault that you slept with your assistant?” you chuckled in disbelief, resulting in Cillian backtracking.

“Listen Y/N, I don’t have to explain myself to you. I slept with Kit, yes, but none of this is any of your business. We are not together anymore” Cillian told you and you could not help but ask him whether he had slept with her in the past as well, namely when you were dating each other.

“Of course not. Why would you even ask that?” he wondered and, again, you stated that she had always shown an interest in him, which was something he clearly was too blind to see.

“Okay. Well, at least I know that you have moved on, so that is good for you” you then told Cillian with some sadness in your voice and he asked you again whether it was still all right for him to bring Nina in to see you to which, of course, you agreed.

“Yes, sure. Just, please don’t come in with her. I cannot see you right now because, if I do, I might say something wrong, which would not be fair to Nina. She doesn’t need to know about any of this” you explained to Cillian as tears continued to stream down your face.

“Say something wrong? Like what?” Cillian asked, oblivious to the fact that you were hurting.

“Fuck Cillian, two weeks ago you told me that you loved me. Then you take it all back because of my age. Now I am in the hospital and find out you fucked your PA. How do you think this makes me feel, huh?” you cried before telling him that you were still upset after what happened and that him sleeping with Kit was your final straw. There was no coming back from this and you told him you were hurt by his actions which made Cillian gasp for air.

“All right. I will wait outside. I am sorry” he barely managed to say which is when you hung up on him and he started to curse.

Dropping back into his seat, Cillian sighed as tears in the corner of his eyes began to build up again, this time from knowing how much he had indeed hurt you. It had been two weeks since you parted ways and he never expected to find himself in a situation where he could not cope.

He knew very well that, over the past two weeks, he had been acting destructively and this included the fact that he had slept with his assistant Kit which, if it were not for his heartache and pain, he would not have done.

He regretted it and now, his mistake was already haunting him as even his daughter and ex-wife had brought up the article this afternoon.

Explaining the situation to Nina was, of course, almost worse than explaining the situation to you, and what Cillian did not know was that his daughter had grown to like you much more than she should have.

She also knew much more than she should have and, seeing her father upset, did not bother her much as, in Nina’s mind, it served him right.

“Are you and Kit a thing now?” she asked, before revealing to him that she would not like him to date a woman like Kit who, to this date, had always been a throne in her mother’s eye.

“No, we are not a thing. We just fooled around and it was stupid. I made a mistake” Cillian admitted carefully, trying to gauge the situation. He did not want to upset his daughter and had to be mindful not to hurt her feelings.

“Well, I suppose you are old enough to make your own decisions and certainly not too old to make mistakes, so I guess that’s fair,” Nina said wisely, knowing that her father was feeling bad about what happened. It was evident from his voice and demur and this somehow concerned her.

“I think we are never too old to make mistakes, Nina. In fact, I made many in recent weeks” Cillian admitted, referring to the fact that he had hurt you.

“Was breaking up with my dance teacher one of them?” Nina asked, catching her father by surprise, and causing his chin to drop. He wondered how she knew and why she had not said anything about it previously.

“What are you talking about?” he thus asked, again gauging the situation and, in the end, Cillian was surprised to learn that Nina knew along, ever since he started dating you.

“Come on Dad. I am not stupid” Nina told him, chuckling.

“No, seriously Nina, what are you talking about?” Cillian asked, still pretending that there had been nothing between you and him.

“I found some of her clothes with mine about a week ago when granny visited. She thought they were mine, from the dance academy, but I explained to her that they were not and placed them back in Y/N’s locker when I got to class. I don’t think she ever noticed. Also, the necklace with the Beatles quote she is wearing? It had to be from you. Only you are so weirdly romantic that it hurts” Nina laughed and, just as she explained to her father how she came to know about his relationship with you, he cursed.

“Fuck” he said, causing Nina to break out in even more laughter than before.

“Watch your language, Dad!” she lectured him and he admitted to her that he had, indeed, recently broken up with you.

“Yeah, breaking up with your dance teacher is one of the stupid things I have done Nina” Cillian told his daughter and, of course, she had questions.

“Did you not like her anymore?” she asked, wondering why her father had broken up with you.

“No, I still liked her very much but she is a little too young for me, sweetheart. It was not going to work” Cillian told his daughter who simply shrug her shoulders, knowing that she had to stay out of her father’s love life.

“All right. That’s your choice Dad” she thus said. “I can still like her though, right?” Nina then wondered.

“Of course. She is a wonderful person and there is no reason for you not to like her. Despite, she is your dance teacher and you love dancing, so who am I to get in the way of what makes you happy, hmm?” Cillian reassured Nina before hugging her and, since she was no longer into this kind of parental affection, she pulled away and told him it was time to head to the hospital.

***

An hour later, Nina and Cillian arrived with two books for you to read and a box of chocolates.

Seeing how upset you were earlier, Cillian remained outside, by the door while Nina walked in to see you, glancing back at her father with confusion.

“Dad? Are you coming?” she asked, but Cillian shook his head, telling Nina that one person at the time was enough. According to him, you still needed some rest.

Nina, of course, did not believe his reasoning and wondered whether the separation between you and her father was not on so amicable terms.

This, of course, was the case but both you and Cillian shielded his daughter from your disagreements with each other. This was the right thing to do and, since you liked Nina a lot, it was not very difficult either.

With that in mind, you hugged Nina and thanked her again for pretty much saving your life that day which was something that embarrassed her.

Like her father though, she did not like attention and thus quickly changed the topic.

Thus, you talked about dancing for a while and engaged in some jokes about life and a book you had both read before it came to your mind that you were sent a video of Nina’s recent solo by one of the other dance teachers.

“Can I see?” Nina asked and, of course, you showed it to her, not only once but twice, and, still, she criticised herself whereas you thought she did fantastically.

“Can Dad come in and see it?” Nina eventually asked and, even though you did not want to be anywhere near Cillian, you agreed, simply for her sake.

“Yes, of course” you thus said, pretending to be unbothered by Cillian’s presence as Nina called him inside.

“Y/N has a video from the training on Thursday which one of the other dancers took,” she told her father who, cautiously, approached you.

“Yes, come and have a look,” you told him, making him feel more comfortable.  “I was still in action then and Nina did amazing with the solo. She is showing so much emotion on stage now” you explained to Cillian who appeared to be very proud of his daughter as he watched the video.

“Can you send this to me so I can share it with Danielle?” he even asked and, of course, you nodded.

“Sure” you said before Cillian thanked you and told Nina that it was time to go, which was something she did not want to do.  She wanted to stay a bit longer and engage in conversation with you but her father was adamant that he had to go home as he had a meeting at six o’clock.

“A meeting with your assistant isn’t a meeting, Dad. She can work around you. Just tell her to come later” Nina told her father, knowing that Kit was supposed to come around to discuss the upcoming release of Oppenheimer and his interview schedule.

“I am sure Kit and your father have a lot of important things to discuss” you couldn’t help but say sarcastically before telling Nina that, if it was all right with her parents, she could return the following day for another visit.

“Okay Y/N. Take care” Nina told you before giving you yet another hug and, with that, Cillian and her left to go home and meet with his assistant.

***

At around 6 o’clock, Kit arrived at Cillian’s apartment and, as usual, she was punctual and on time.

As soon as she entered though, she attempted to give Cillian a kiss who quickly pulled away. He told her that his daughter was staying with him, as she already knew, which meant he could not interact with her this way.

Kit, of course, was disappointed, and even though Nina saw Kit’s attempt to kiss her father, she did not say anything, but disappeared in her room, smashing the door shut behind her.

“She seems angry” Kit pointed out before, finally, taking her chances. She pressed her lips onto his in haste and, again, Cillian pulled away.

“Kit, stop. This is not going to work” he told her, to which she sighed with frustration.

“Why? Because we work together?” she assumed, but this was not his reason.

“No, because I am not over Y/N and I don’t think I will be for quite some time. I love her and she...never mind…” Cillian stammered causing Kit to become angry.

“She just what?” Kit asked, trying to contain her emotions while pretending not to care about Cillian’s words.

“She saw the article in the paper, about us and she did not take lightly to it” Cillian explained, causing Kit to laugh.

“So what? You are not together anymore!” Kit pointed out, but Cillian remained firm.

“Still. She just had a miscarriage and I honestly need some time to digest all of this. Nina likes her and I miss her” Cillian explained before regretting telling Kit about your matters which, at this point, he did not know she would be using to her advantage soon.

“Fine. I mean, it was and would always be just sex Cillian. I can get that from someone else” Kit chuckled, telling Cillian not to worry about it.

“So, we are good?” Cillian asked, wanting to ensure that Kit could still be working for him as she had been an excellent assistant thus far.

“Of course, we are good. Let’s forget anything ever happened, okay?” Kit told him before diving right into Cillian’s work schedule.

“Okay, grand” Cillian confirmed with a smile, and without knowing that, later that night, Kit would take it upon herself to send an email to your place of work, using a fake email address.

“Dear Mr Beasly

I am writing to you as it has come to my attention recently that one of your dance teachers has engaged in intimate relations with one of the parents who, to this date, is still married.

Her name is Y/N Y/LN and the parent she got involved in is Nina Murphy’s father. Now, considering Mr Murphy’s status, I believe that this could and would reflect poorly on your establishment if their affair was to become known, especially since, recently, the said Miss Y/LN had undergone a pregnancy termination.

My suggestion would be to have Miss Y/LN resign on a favorable redundancy package, which includes the signing of a nondisclosure agreement.

Your sincerely;

A Concerned Parent”

[bumblesimagines]

Double Trouble

Request: Yes or No

Couldn't think of a better title lmao. This is gonna be real shitty but the intro to series are either amazing or pure shit. Gonna give (Y/N)'s mom and fam a name cause I don't wanna keep writing (M/N) or (L/N). (Y/N) isn't related to any of the characters fyi. Spot the very obvious accidental reference

~

"Why California? Out of all the places in America, California was choice you went with? Not Washington, Oregon, or fuck, I don't know, North Dakota?" (Y/N) rested his head against the window, watching the houses pass by. His mother, Tanya, glanced at him with a small frown.

"Baby, aren't you tired of Alaska? Same old cold weather?" Tanya asked, staring forward at the empty road. (Y/N) scoffed, sitting up and looking at her with a raised brow.

"You can escape the cold. You can't escape the heat." (Y/N) pointed out, leaning back and picking up his phone with a frown. He looked at the texts from his friend, sighing softly.

Yaya

U already in cali??

(Y/N)

Ya

(Y/N)

It sucks

Yaya

New school new u bby

Daniel

Whats the time difference?

(Y/N)

It's 4 here

(Y/N)

Wbu?

Yaya

3

"Baby, could you look at me?" Tanya asked, pulling into the school parking lot and parking the car. (Y/N) turned his head to look at her.

"I'm sorry I suddenly dragged us out of Alaska. I just felt like we could use a change. Alaska feels suffocating as an adult. I want you to have new experiences." Tanya explained softly. (Y/N) nodded, glancing at the students walking into school.

"Listen, if you get anxious or feel sick, text me, okay?" Tanya gave him a comforting smile, running a hand through his hair. (Y/N) nodded, opening the car door. He unbuckled his seatbelt and got out of the car.

"Have a good day, sweetie!"

"You too." (Y/N) closed the door, walking towards the school. He had lived in Seward his whole life. He was used to the cold, the sound of boats, the cold immediately hitting his face the moment he stepped outside. (Y/N) knew it wasn't about experiences. His mom just didn't want him to have the same boring life she did. (Y/N) looked at his phone, opening the group chat again. He looked through the texts, smiling at the pictures his friend sent him. (Y/N) looked at his email, sighing as he searched for his locker. He found it, opening it and glancing at the guy beside him.

"Uh, hey, I'm Ethan. You're new, right?" Ethan gave an awkward smile, clearing his throat. (Y/N) licked his lips, nodding. Ethan seemed like the typical nerdy loner.

"Yeah, I'm (Y/N)."

"Cool, cool. Where are you coming from?" Ethan tilted his head, closing his locker and leaning against it. (Y/N) didn't feel like making friends but Ethan could probably help him get familiar with everyone and everything.

"Alaska." (Y/N) replied, closing his locker and giving him a tight smile. Ethan's brows raised, letting out a small chuckle.

"Really? That's cool, I've never really left California. What's it like?"

"Cold." (Y/N) chuckled softly. Ethan laughed and nodded, licking his lips as he stuck his hands in his pockets. (Y/N) looked him over. He was small, skinny, seemed nervous and awkward. Probably a good guy.

"So, are you a junior?" Ethan asked. (Y/N) nodded, going into his phone gallery and pressing on the saved picture of his schedule. He showed him the screen, watching him lean in and smile.

"We have 1st, 3rd, and 6th together." Ethan said, motioning down the hall. "Come on, I'll show you around."

"Thanks." (Y/N) gave him a small smile, following him. His gaze flickered from student to student. Some glanced at him, knowing he was new. (Y/N) didn't like attention. He didn't like the spotlight. He hated when people stared or payed too much attention to him. He hated the way a pit formed in his stomach and he became nauseous when he was called on and people stared at him in class. (Y/N) entered the class, taking a seat beside Ethan and sighing softly.

"Thanks, by the way. I didn't expect to make a friend until like my second week here."

"No problem. I know it can feel shitty to be the new kid." (Y/N) gave Ethan a small smile, looking forward.

(Y/N) set down his lunch tray, sitting down across from Ethan. He glanced around the courtyard, picking up a french fry. Ethan finished drinking his water, humming softly.

"By the way, whatever you do, don't mess with Maddy Perez." Ethan said, wiping his mouth with his sleeve. (Y/N) furrowed his brows.

"Right, you don't know them." Ethan chuckled, turning his head. He looked around, searching for the girls.

"There, the girl with black hair besides the blonde and the girl in a jeresy." Ethan motioned towards them. Maddy seemed like your typical popular. Makeup done perfectly, perfect body, her hair was done perfectly.

"She's a cheerleader and probably the most popular girl in school. She's been with Nate Jacobs for a while. Nate is a football player and his dad has a lot of power. He's.. Terrifying. The girls beside her are her best friends. Cassie and Barbara." Ethan picked up his burger. "There's Kat too and Kat is.."

"Your crush?" (Y/N) cocked a brow, chuckling. Ethan's tone had changed the moment this 'Kat' girl had been mentioned. His eyes had softened and a smile had appeared on his face.

"U-Uhm, n-no. She's a friend, like, just a friend." Ethan gave a nervous fake smile. (Y/N) hummed, shaking his head as he chuckled softly. He looked down at his tray, poking at the wrapped burger.

"Anyways, Cassie's nudes and some videos of her got leaked by her exes. It was real shitty." Ethan told him, finishing his burger. "There's Rue and Jules. Rue overdosed over the summer and Jules is new here."

"What?" (Y/N) furrowed his brows, staring at Ethan. The biggest thing that ever happened at his school was two teachers fighting. Drugs were an issue everywhere. He just didn't expect a teenger to OD and everyone to know. Ethan looked back at him.

"Do you wanna.. Hang out?"

"I have to unpack." (Y/N) replied, picking up his phone and scrolling through his instagram.

"Oh, shit, that's the new kid." Barbara pointed out, pulling her hair back into a ponytail. Cassie and Maddy turned to look.

"Oh.. Where's he from?" Cassie asked as she twirled a strand of her blonde hair around her finger. She wanted to forget all about McKay after their argument and breakup. The new boy seemed like a good distraction.

"He seems sweet." Cassie said with a small smile. Maddy scoffed, rolling her eyes as she looked at her.

"That's what you say about every guy, Cassie." Maddy opened her backpack, taking out her makeup bag. She took out some gloss, turning when she spotted Nate. She scowled when Nate very obviously flirted with some girl. Maddy took in a deep breath, turning toward her friends.

"Is there a party tonight? I need to fuck with Nate. He's such a dick." Maddy tapped her nails against her phone case. Cassie gave her a comforting smile, shaking her head.

"You can come over and we'll have a photo shoot. You can post it and make him regret everything." Cassie grinned as Maddy's eyes lit up, nodding.

"This is why I love you, Cass." The two giggled as Maddy wrapped her arms around her.

"But, back to that new guy.. If he hangs with Ethan, he's probably a loser." Barbara said, watching the two boys. Cassie gasped softly, shooting her a look.

"BB! Ethan's actually a really sweet guy. We did a project together last year." Cassie said. Maddy nodded, tucking a strand of her hair behind her ear.

"Yeah, BB, don't be a bitch. You do got a point though. He gives major school shooter vibes." Maddy said, leaning forward to look around Cassie. She watched as the two stood and threw away their trash.

"Hey, they're staring at you." Ethan said, nudging (Y/N). (Y/N) turned towards the girls, catching their eyes before he shrugged and turned away.

"Let's go to History."

[clue-can-writes]

Who is that Guy?

Twice 10th Member AU

Fancy Era

Hua hates being alone, but is being with 2 people really better?

*Sorry about the mistakes when I first posted this, I did edit them out though!

Hua, once again was left alone at the dorm. She had the start of a cold for the past few days, but it hadn’t become anything, so Hua thought she was fine. That is, until she woke up to an empty dorm and a throbbing migraine.

Hua hated asking for help, especially when she was sick, so she didn’t text any of her members, other than Momo. Momo and Hua were going to be working on a new dance for twice today, so Hua texted her and told her she couldn’t do that today. Momo didn’t get the hint, however, and called Hua.

Hua sighed as she picked up her phone, “What?”

“You don’t sound too good. Was it the dinner from last night? I think Sana ate something bad too.”

“I’m fine Momo. I just am tired and don’t want to dance today, Ok? Can we figure out what we’re doing tomorrow or another day? Please?”

“Hmm. Sure, but I’m bringing home some sick stuff. Like pills and tea, do we have tea?”

“Yes, we have tea.”

“I’ll still bring some. Just lay down and I won’t tell the others about this! Love ya, bye!”

“Bye,” and with that, she hung up the phone. 

Suddenly, she had a horrible feeling in her stomach and rushed to the toilet. Last nights dinner came up, along with any urge Hua might have to eat shrimp again.

Hua walked to the kitchen, clutching her blanket. She was at the same time hot and cold! She just wanted to make some tea and try not to throw up again on the floor. She was glad there was still some water in the kettle and began to heat it up.

She looked through the cabinet for the kind of tea she wanted, but the motion of looking up made her feel nauseous. She looked down and reached up, trying to grab one of her tea boxes. Thankfully, she did and the water was done heating up as well.

She got her tea and blanket, and went to go lay down on the couch and watch something stupid to fall asleep too. She picked ratatouille, seeing as it was a good movie to watch, but not one that you needed to pay attention too.

She had gotten some allergy medicine from her bathroom, before she had started throwing up and took some pills to help her fever go down. She started slowly drinking her tea, when she felt her eyes get drowsy and start to droop. She laid down, hoping to fall asleep.

(Time skip)

Hua was woken up by the door handle jiggling. She figured someone was heading home and laid back down. She didn’t want them to take care of her yet, so she pretended to go back to sleep. 

That is, until she heard the sound of people kissing. And it wasn’t coming from the movie! She quickly sat up and saw the back of Jihyo’s head and some guy making out in the kitchen. 

“WHAT THE HELL ARE YOU GUYS DOING?”

Jihyo and the boy gasped and pulled away from each other, not realizing there was someone else in the dorm. 

“Who’s the boy?” Hua didn’t recognize him, but was still kinda of freaked out that their leader was not only dating someone, but making out with him in Twice’s dorm!

“I I, I thought you and Momo were making a choreography.”

“Yea, well, I didn’t want to dance today. Now I don’t really care what you do, but please, do not do it out here and do not do it in my room!”

“You didn’t want to dance... Are you feeling ok?”

“You look sick, maybe you have some sort of flu. Woojin got sick too!” The boy said.

“I am feeling fine, and Momo is bringing sick stuff anyway! So it doesn’t matter if I am sick, or if I am not! Now are you going to tell me who the boy is or not?”

Jihyo looked up at him, “I guess now is a good a time as ever. Hua, this is Kang Daniel from Wanna One. He is my boyfriend.”

[yootaesowlwrites]

Friends With Benefits - Daniel Ricciardo

Requested by: Anon.

Request: Hey! Could you please write Daniel Ricciardo x reader where the reader and Dan are friends with benefits but then she gets pregnant and freaks out and thinks maybe Dan wouldn't want to have a child with her because he isn't ready for a family yet and he's this popular f1 driver while she's just a normal girl. So she decided to completely ghost him and raise the child on her own but one of their common friend tells Dan about the child and then Dan confronts the reader that he has actually fallen in love with her and wants to have a family.

Sorry, this sounds very specific. 🤣😅 I absolutely love your imagines btw! 💖💖

A/N: Before you start reading... it starts with smut, okay.

Banner: Pictures belogn to their rightful owners, banner made by me.

Warnings: Angst, fluff, friends with benefits relationship, unprotected sex (Be safe, be smart, be protected), mention of bruising, explicit language, unexpected pregnancy, ghosting.

W/C: 2 665

T/L: @hannahlfleming //

The room felt warm as Daniel thrust into her, sweat coated their skin with the warm temperature surrounding them, the sound of skin slapping against skin along with the sound of her wetness filled the room, load groans from Daniel was the only other sound that bounced off the walls, [Y/n] was in pure bliss but lost in her own thoughts for a moment as well, she could feel his throbbing cock sliding long her wall as they clenched around him, her nails dug into the skin on his back.

It has almost been two years since she and Daniel had started their agreement, they’ve been friends for over eight years and decided to start seeing each other, but only for pleasure, nothing but pleasure for the both of them, neither wanted anything serious at that time and decided to start up their meetups, but as time passed, feelings started to build up, and it wasn’t long before [Y/n] realized she had fallen in love with her friend, but she would never utter a word out loud, afraid that wouldn’t feel the same, afraid that he could end their friendship, so each time he called or left a message, asking her to come over, she agreed while also feeling a slight pang in her heart, would there ever be a chance for them to be more than just friends with benefits.

“You’re too damn quiet.” The sound of Daniel’s voice right next to her ear made her snap out of her thoughts, his thrusts were hard and deep, causing the headboard the hit the wall repeatedly. “Don’t be shy, you’re never shy, I want to hear you scream my name, [Y/n].” The length of his cock brushes against the most sensitive spot inside her, feeling his veins on his cock move along her walls caused her to clench around him.

“I think you might have lost your touch.” [Y/n] breathes out in a teasing tone, Daniel harshly snaps his hips into hers. “FUCK!” The feeling of his cock filling her caused pleasure to course through her veins.

“I lost my touch?” He growls into her ear. “[Y/n], I don’t lose my touch, not with you.” His hand slides along her thigh before moving to the back of her knee, he lifts her leg up and placed it over his shoulder causing his cock to slip deep into to her.

“Fu… ck.” [Y/n] gasps out as she presses her head into the pillows, her eyes rolling to the back of her head as her eyelids fall shut, her hands fall away from his back and onto to the bed, twisting the sheets between her fingers as she pulls at it, she could feel her legs starting to shake as the knot in her abdominal tightens.

“I can’t believe you would lie to my face like that.” He whispers in her ear, his lips brushing over her earlobe as he spoke, he lifts his hips, slowly sliding out of her, stopping before the head of his cock could slip out. “You’re unbelievable.” He snaps his hips forward, causing the bed to move away from the headboard after it had hit it.

“DANIEL!” She screams out as fireworks went off behind her eyelids, the euphoric feeling washes over her body as legs shake with pleasure, Daniel’s eyes roll to the back of his head as he feels her release around his cock, the feeling of her wet warm walls pulsing around him. “DANIEL, FUCK, OH GO—“ He continues to thrust into her as he feels himself edging closer to his release, his thrusts became irregular and sloppy, he throws his head back as a sudden burst of energy goes through his cock as he releases inside her, coating her walls with his warm cum, it was only then when his thrusts stopped, both of them breathing hard.

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[Y/n] sits on her toilet seat in her bathroom, staring at the plastic stick in her hands, she had missed her last period but thought nothing of it at first, but then she started feeling nauseous and slowly started noticing a change in her body, at first she didn’t want to believe it, she didn’t want to believe that it could have happened, but the more her mind raced with the thought as she was on her way to the pharmacy to buy a test, the more it started to make sense.

They had become more reckless during their rendezvous nights, using fewer precautions and less protection, it was bound to happen, but how could she not have thought about this, about the outcome, where and when did she stop taking the precautions, the morning after pill.

[Y/n] runs her fingers through her hair, pushing some of them back, but they only fell into her face again, she had been sitting in the same position for hours now, just staring at the positive pregnancy test in her hand, Daniel is a Formula 1 driver, and a popular once, loved by many and wanted by many fans as well, would he even want a child right now?

“Dammit!” She shouts as she stood from the toilet seat, she placed the stick on the bathroom counter. “He doesn’t need a baby to distract him, I mean, he probably doesn’t even want a baby, fuck, [Y/n]… fucking, stupid, stupid!” She exits the bathroom, her heart pounding in her ears. “What the hell am I going to do?” Her phone dings, signalling that she had received a message, she steps closer to her bed and saw Daniel’s name before the screen went black. “Fucking hell.” She picks up her phone, her finger hovering over the screen, debating if she should open it or not. “Dammit, [Y/n].” She turns her phone off and drops it back onto the bed.

“He doesn’t need this distraction, he has a career to focus on…” She moves towards the full-length mirror in her bedroom, she stops in front of it and places her hands on her abdomen, feeling the small bump that had formed over the past couple of weeks. “I can’t tell him… Can I?” Her eyes lower down to her abdomen. “It is his child… I should tell him.” She looks back up at her face. “No, no, he can’t know, he doesn’t have time for a family… he’s not ready to have one yet.” She moves away from the mirror. “I mean, he’s a worldwide famous driver, and what am I?” She breathes out. “I’m just normal, gosh, I’m too plain for him, why would he want to….” A pout forms on her lips. “Gosh, stop it, [Y/n], stop it.” She sits down on the edge of her bed. “I’m going to have to raise this baby on my own, I just have to…”

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Several weeks passed by and [Y/n] had been ignoring all of Daniel’s messages and calls, she also avoided all the places they usually met up or hanged out as well, she even started going to different stores to avoid accidentally running into him, and for weeks she had been successful at it, but she never stopped to think that she might run into one of their mutual friends at one of the stores, and it just so happened to be Michael, his personal trainer and a very good friend to both of them.

“[Y/n]?” Michael’s voice called out once he spots her, he had seen her many times and could easily tell when it was her and when it wasn’t, she places the pack of pasta back onto the shelf and glances around her before seeing him approaching her, it would take too long the turn the shopping cart around and dash into the opposite direction, if he even caught sight of her trying to escape, he would run towards her and stop her, she could always leave it behind.

“No… no, I need these things.” She mutters to herself before taking in a deep breath, she faintly smiles at him. “Michael, Hi.” He stops a few steps away from her, ready to ask why she hadn’t been around in a while and why she had been ignoring Daniel.

“It’s been a while.” He says as his eyes move over her, taking in her appearance before his eyes stop on her lower stomach, his eyes move a little lower and notice her feet, his eyes move back up to her face, she knew that he wasn’t an idiot, he was a professional trainer and trainer for medical emergencies, he was most likely also trained to notice the signs and with the way his expression changed, she knew that he knew. “Do you want to tell me or are you going to le the guess why you’ve been ghosting Daniel?”

“I think you already know, so you don’t even have to guess.” She says. “I’d make a fool out of myself if I tried to lie to you because you can clearly see the signs.” He lets out a sigh and nods his head.

“I want you to confirm it.” He says, she sucks in a deep breath between her teeth while nodding her head, she brings her hand to her head and runs her fingers through her hair.

“I’m pregnant.” She says. “And before you ask, it’s his.”

“So why are you avoiding him?” He asks. “He has the right to know about his child.”

“He’s a worldwide famous formula 1 driver, and what am I, Michael?” She suddenly spits out. “A nobody!” She answers before he could open his mouth to respond. “Does he even want a family right now? Because he’s so busy with his career and travelling around to do his job, I’m sure that he doesn’t need the distraction!”

“You wouldn’t know unless you ask yourself, will you?” He asks. ‘His answer might surprise you, he might just want a family with you.” The number of nights Michael had to listen to Daniel confess his undying love for [Y/n] and how he would do it the net time he sees her, and then end up never doing it, and for the past few weeks, it had become more frequent. “He deserves to know, and you know that.” [Y/n] lets out a huff as she feels tears beginning to build up in her eyes.

“You’re going to tell him, aren’t you?” She asks as she avoids eye contact, looking at everything, except at him.

“He deserves to know, and you’ve had weeks to tell him,” Michael says. “I wondered why you suddenly disappeared from all our gathering, I understand now… you knew that I would notice it.” Her mind slowly became overrun with guilt. “You know, you can’t decide for someone else, you can’t decide if he’s ready or not, or if he wants a family or not, that is his choice.” She slowly nods her head as she feels her tears slide down her cheeks, his words sinking in. “Get home safely, I’m sure Daniel will be there tonight.”

She couldn’t stop him, he was right, she had weeks to tell him, but she was too scared of his reaction, and she was a coward for letting Michael tell Daniel, but she would chicken out at the last minute and decide not to tell him, and he seemed to know that, but the truth had to come out, and she had to face the consequences.

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The sound of her heart pounding loudly in her ears was the only thing she heard as she approached the door, she had expected him to show up right after Michael broke the news to him, and had been preparing herself ever since she returned to her apartment, but no matter how long she prepared herself, she would never really be prepared for the confrontation.

Time felt like it had slowed down as she neared the door, her footsteps felt slow, and it felt like it took her hours to reach the door, she wasn’t sure if she was moving that slowly or if it was her nerves messing around with her, her hands shakily unlocks the door before grabbing the doorknob and twisting it open, a cool breeze blows into her apartment before she was met with Daniel’s musk, her eyes slowly move up his torso before meeting his dark brown eyes, usually they were filled with joy and warmth, but right now, they were covered with concerns and nervousness, maybe even a hint of anger, she takes in a deep breath, breathing in the scent of him, the scent that she missed so much.

“Daniel.” She breathes out.

“[Y/n].” He says, she steps out of the way and allows him to enter her apartment, she closes the door once he was inside and slowly turns around to face him. “Michael told me.” He says as he turns around to look at her, she nods her head and brings one hand to her other arm, wrapping her hand around her elbow, squeezing it nervously. “Is it true?” She nods her head once again.

“Yes.” Her voice was quiet as she spoke.

“Why didn’t you tell me?” He asks, his voice much louder than before. “Is this why you’ve been ignoring me?” She takes her bottom lip between teeth and nervously nibbles on it. “Dammit, [Y/n]!” Her eyes meet his. “It’s like you don’t know me at all!”

“I didn’t want to disrupt your life with a baby!” She suddenly says, her voice louder than before. “I just thought it would be better if I just disappeared and raise the baby on my own.”

“Why would you even think that?” He asks. “Why would you even think that I want you to disappear? You should have told me, asked me if I wanted you out of my life or not.” She shifts her weight onto one leg as her eyes fall to the floor below. “I don’t want you out of my life, I don’t want you to disappear, I want, no, I need you in my life, with our baby, with our child.” She lifts her head to look at him, shock at his words, she had been preparing herself for the worst, never once thinking that he would want her, want them. “Do you know how much I’ve missed you these past few weeks? I thought I did something to upset you, to make you mad at me.”

“Do… do you really… want this… want us?” She asks, her voice shaking as she spoke.

“I do.” He says. “Do you want me, do you want me to be part of your life, of our child’s life?”

“Yes, of course!” She quickly says. “Of course I want you to be part of our lives, I was afraid that you didn’t want to be… I mean, Daniel, you’re you, a world-famous driver, and I’m just plain old me.”

“And what’s wrong with being you? Being plain?” He asks. “You’re everything I want, [Y/n]. He takes a step towards her cueing her to swallow, her mouth suddenly feeling dry. “It’s been years since we started our arrangement, and I ended up falling for you, breaking our only rule, but I know for a fact that you’ve fallen for me as well.” He moves closer to her. “And don’t even try to tell me I’m wrong, because I know I’m not.” He gently pushes her up against the door. “Let me be part of your life, of our baby’s life, because I want this, I want you, I want a family with you.” He leans closer to her. “Because I fucking love you, and I don’t plan on leaving you or our kid behind for my career.” She stares into his eyes. “Do you want me?” she licks her lips.

“Yes.” Was the only answer he needed before he brushed his lips against hers, kissing her deeply and with passion, he would make sure to remind her each day, that he wanted her and nobody else.

[jaehyunsuh]

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MASTERLIST

—pairing: Jeno x reader

—genre: father! au/ romance/ idol! jeno/ dad! jeno/ angst (really slightly)/ ex to lovers?/secret relationship

—words count: 5.1k

—warnings: mentios of abortion/single parent

author’s note: Jeno’s reaction at the beginning of this is obviously fictional, this is just for entertainment, not saying that he would react likes this in real life. Enjoy!

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Jeno and you have been in a secret relationship for two years now. At the beginning it felt crazy and unreal for you to even go on a date with and idol, Jeno is really well known and people can recognize him everywhere anytime, even though of that your love was so strong and beautiful that you wouldn’t choose anyone else to be in love with and to experience this.

Jeno is one the most amazing people that you’ve met in your life, he is so loving, caring, he makes you feel safe, he knows how to take care of you, he makes you happy, he makes you feel safe, you can’t imagine your life without him, he is the best that has happened to you.

Of course dating an idol in secret wasn’t a complete fairytale, but you don’t regret anything and you don’t get tired because you have him, and he is the best.

Two weeks ago you started feeling sick, your stomach felt like it was going in circles, you felt constantly nauseous, you couldn’t eat or smell a lot of things because it felt weird, you would feel dizzy out of nowhere, you really didn’t know what was going on. At the begging you thought it was the flu but after a week you started to get worried.

You decide to go to the doctor and see if you are having some problems with your digestive system or something. He starts with an echocardiogram that let’s him see if there’s anything wrong.

“Miss, I think I can see what’s going on.” He says while looking at the machine.

“Really? great! Tell me, I really want to get better.” You say kinda excited because you just want to get back to normal.

“Miss Y/L/N, congratulations, you are pregnant.” He says excited.

You stare at him with a blank shocked expression in your face. You don’t even know what you are feeling right, what are you supposed to do? how should you react? you have never been a mother, what is happening?

“Well, everything looks good, you and the baby are really healthy. Everything that you are feeling is completely normal either way I will recommend you to go see a gynecologist and they will help you with anything. Once again, congrats.” He says all of that like in 10 seconds and everything is happening so fast that you brain can assimilate how to react at all.

You get out of the doctor’s office and drive straight at home. During the whole ride and while staring at the ceiling in bed all you could think about was ‘how were you going to tell Jeno?’, wow you really messed up. Jeno is an idol, everyone knows that whatever an idol does becomes an scandal, and an young idol, from a big company, super popular, in a secret relationship of two years, is not married and his girlfriend is pregnant is definitely something that would affect him hard!

You aren’t sure if you should cry or what, genuinely you wanted to have this baby, yes, you are going to collage, you are young, but wouldn’t feel bad about being a mother right now, also the thought of having a baby with Jeno doesn’t sound wrong for you. You have thought about having a family with him countless times, Jeno is the kindest and most caring people, he would be an amazing dad and also he loves kids.

It would be a dream to have a family with someone who you love as much a Jeno, but everything depends on how is he going to react, you believe in him and you believe that he would do anything to make you happy.

You sit and look at him in the eyes. “Jeno, I need to tell you something.” You say with a serious tone, trying to contain yourself.

You sit and look at him in the eyes. “Jeno, I need to tell you something.” You say with a serious tone, trying to contain yourself.

You sit and look at him in the eyes. “Jeno, I need to tell you something.” You say with a serious tone, trying to contain yourself.

“Okay, what’s going on?” Jeno sounds worried.

“I’m pregnant.” You finally let this let out, feeling better and much relaxed.

“What? Are you kidding.” Jeno says with a confused yet frustrated look on his face.

“No, I was feeling bad for two weeks so I decided to go to the doctor, and he checked me and turns out I was pregnant, but I didn’t knew how to tell you, but know i’m here telling.” You say this so fast, with a mix of emotions, most of these being fear and excitement. You let smirk out of your lips, because you were actually feeling happy of telling this to your boyfriend.

“Y/n, no, we can’t.” Jeno says looking away from you with a serious tone.

“W-what do you mean?” You feel the tears form in your eyes.

“Y/n, you can’t have this baby, you know how much this would affect me and my job? what if they make me leave the group and the company!?” Jeno sounds so frustrated, you have never seen him like this and it’s starting to break your heart.

“Jeno, but we can find a solution, maybe we can get married and have it in secret until a couple of years pass, people have done it before so can we.” You say while getting up and trying to reach him.

“NO!” He says as soon as you finish talking. “Y/n, I’m 24 and you are 22; we just simply can, that isn’t gonna work.” He says placing his hands in his hips and having a serious look on his face.

“Jeno, but please, let’s try.” You are now crying, feeling so much pain by what you are hearing him say.

“Y/n, we need to get rid of this baby.” He finally says looking down.

You start crying, you feel you knees getting weaker and you sit on the couch again letting all the sadness get out through your tears.

“I’m not going to. I’m sorry Jeno but this is my baby too and I want to have it!.” You say firm drying your tears.

Jeno looks at you with disappointment. “Y/n, but please understand.” He sits next to you and holds your hands.

“You know I love you but we can’t do this now.” He stares at your eyes, while you avoid eye contact.

“Okay, i’ll think about it, I just need to calm down.” You fake to agree, but you already made your decision, you were going to have this baby with or without Jeno, even if it hurt you so much.

Jeno leaves your place and you acted normal, but right after that all you did was cry the while night. You packed your bags, quickly called your parents and explained all to them, same with your best friend Rina, they ended up supporting you and told you they would help as much a they could.

You booked your flight to England that night, you had a couple of friends there who offered to move multiple times and you were finally agreeing, you were leaving at 6am the next day. You deactivated every social media that Jeno had of yours for now, until you felt like coming back. It was really hard for you to do this but there wasn’t going to be other way to do it, if you stayed and had the baby it was gonna a big issue to Jeno and you loved, you didn’t want him to go through that, he broke your heart tonight, but you still lived him and that wasn’t gonna change.

Jeno’s pov

It was already 6pm and he hasn’t heard anything from y/n, she usually gets out of work around 4pm and it’s constantly texting Jeno but, what happened today?. ‘Was it because of what happened last night?’ Jeno thought, yesterday was really stressing for him, it would be crazy if he has a baby right now right on the highest of his career.

He starts panicking and calls Y/n multiple times but it doesn’t even ring saying that the number is out of service, he checks and you are gone from every social media. He proceeds to call your friend Rina who finally tells him that you are gone, that she doesn’t know where you went. He hangs up immediately at feels frustrated at himself, for being so stupid and letting you go, he could have find a solution and have you here but he choose wrong and now he lost you.

He thought about Y/n every time, everyday, wondering how you looked, how you felt, how you were doing, and how lost he felt without you. He wasn’t able to start going on dates after two years passed, but she was still going through his mind frequently. He had to accept that you left and that you weren’t going to comeback but it’s hard.

5 years later...

Jeno went to the park for a rum, he usually comes a couple times a week at 8am, it’s the perfect timing because this early in the morning the only people around are elders, people with dogs and people training, every other person it’s at school or working, so no one would focus on if he is an idol or not. After 30 mins running he decides to sit on a bench to rest before walking back to bis car and go back home. While in here he can admire the plants, trees and flowers that are in the park, the view to the Han River and breath the fresh air.

He keep enjoying the view when he sees a ball flying right next to the bench he is sitting, he get startled and starts looking everywhere to see who could be looking for the ball. While he keeps watching this little kid around 4-5? years old comes running towards him.

“Hi sir, have you seen my ball?” The little kids saya in a broken korean and keeping the word ‘ball’ in english.

He faces the kid and gets completely shocked, feeling shivers running all around his body. The kid standing in front of him looks exactly like him, all he sees is the 5 year old Jeno that filmed all of those commercials and did all of those publicity campaigns. He keeps blinking, trying to go back to reality and figure out if he is dreaming or not.

“Oh, here it is.” The kid says pick up the ball located next to Jeno’s bench.

“Daniel, I told you to stay next to me!” A familiar voice Jeno hears, and he sees a hand holding the kid.

He looks up and looks at the owner of the voice, and it’s her, it’s y/n, the only girl that he has considered the love of his life, probably the best woman he has ever dated, also the one that he let go and didn’t treat right that one night.

“Y/n?” Jeno says confused, with a knot forming on his throat.

You hear his voice and immediately recognize it, you feel you heart pounding really fast, you feel your hands sweet, and feel like you are about to throw up, also controlling your eyes so they won’t form any tears.

“Uhm, hi, jeno.” You say in the calmest tone you can, looking at the man that you have loved the most and that also hurt you the most, but was never able to erase from your memory, and your heart.

Jeno stands up quickly with his eyes wide open. “So, how have you been, what are you doing here?” You could feel the nervous in his voice.

“Oh, I decided to come back, Rina’s family offered me a really good job here and I couldn’t say no.” You have never felt so uncomfortable ever, while in a conversation. You try to avoid eye contact and pray that you can leave soon.

“Mommy, who is he?” Your 5 year old asks in a innocent way.

‘Mommy’!? Jeno thinks, is this his baby? is this his child? the one that he told you not to have?. Jeno could feel his heart flinch, and go all over the place, his knees get weaker and some way he feels dizzy too. He tries to recover and get back on his senses.

“Yes baby, he is an old friend.” You smile at your son and pat his head. “Oh, okay.” Your son answers and thank god that he didn’t do more questions because he tends to talk a lot.

“Y/n, I think we need to talk.” Jeno says in a serious tone. You swallow and take a deep breath.

“Talk about what?” You say trying to sound calm. Jeno looks at you with a intense gaze and points at your child with his head.

“What? why? I have nothing to tell you.”You start getting frustrated but try not to take ir further.

“Y/n, this child looks exactly like me, I think we definitely need to talk.” Jeno says almost whispering, so your son can’t hear him.

“Jeno no, I don’t want to. Don’t you remember when you told me not to have him, you made it really clear, we won’t bother you.” You say in a low tone but still mad because obviously what Jeno made you feel is something that you’re never going to forget.

“Daniel, let’s go.” Your kid looks at you and you gran his hand but Jeno holds your arm and stops you.

“Y/n please, it’s been years, I really want to talk and clear things up, please.” You can feel the sincerity in his eyes that are staring directly at you.

“You can come to my apartment, he can order something to eat and we can talk in peace.” He says. You look at him and sigh.

“Okay, it’s okay.” You tell him

“Great, give me your number and i’ll text you.” You hand him your phone and saves his numbers.

“We will be free tomorrow around 4pm, does that work for you?” You ask him.

“Yes perfect, i’ll see you them.” He smiles, and for the first time in 5 years you finally see again that smile that used to make your day better ams your heart flutter.

“Bye.” You say giving a soft smile.

“Bye, sir.” Your son says while holding your hand and leaving that spot.

Y/n’s pov

When you saw Jeno at time, out of nowhere, never wondering you would find him there. When you saw that your son was standing next to him you were about to faint right there, but a bigger force gave you the strength not to. You fought so hard not to think about Jeno and to get over him for years, but you just simply couldn’t, also the fact that your baby looked just like him, the same eye shale, the same eye smile, laugh, face, everything was just like him, didn’t help either

you definitely didn’t knew how to react when Jeno said he wanted to talk to you, that’s when you remembered everything that happened and how you literally ran away to raise this baby by yourself, your mother instinct came out, you are definitely not ready to have this conversation, you don’t even know if you are ready to let Jeno get into Daniel’s life, but when Jeno asked you, you could see the sincerity in his eyes and you had no option but to say yes.

You think about how are you gonna be able to have this conversation with Jeno once you get to his apartment, the feelings for him haven’t disappeared and the thoughts of him being a dad makes you even happier but you don’t want to dream to much and just wait until you finally met.

Jeno’s pov

Seeing y/n after years and knowing that things didn’t ens up well, just makes him so upset and frustrated. His mind and his heart are a mess right now, when he saw this kid that looked exactly like him and them finding out his mother was y/n, how was he supposed feel. Then coming back to his apartment and realizing that from the time that y/n was pregnant until now everything fits, that kid is his son, a son that he didn’t wanted to have years.

He lays in bed and tries to organize himself, after seeing that small child, so pretty, with the same face features that him, made him feel so touch, also the fact that it has a part of him and a part of y/n, isn’t that kid the best thing ever? He keeps thinking about that one night and how much he regrets everything he said and letting y/n go, but was so young back then, he didn’t knew what to do or how to react, but now he feels like doing the right thing.

Y/n is finally back in the city and back in his life, with his son, he definitely wants to be part of his life, everyone knows that growing up without a parent is hard, and Jeno really wants the best for him, Jeno really loves kids, and always loved the idea of having a family but right when y/n told him she was pregnant he didn’t knew what to do, he wasn’t ready. Now he is ready to fix things up, for the love of his life and his son.

He spent the rest of the day, noon and even the middle of the night thinking about all, he wasn’t able to sleep even a bit at night.

the next day...

Jeno’s pov

He went to the gym to release some stress, he was feeling so nervous about today. He wasn’t even able to eat well, watch tv, or do anything, he would just stare at his phone every 2 minutes to see what time it was.

He cleaned the apartment, went to the grocery store and got of all your favorite drinks and snacks, and things that probably a kid would like, he even went to to a toy shop to get a couple of gifts for his son? ‘is that how i should call him?’ he thought. He studied menus from restaurants so when you were hungry he would already know what to order.

He was planning for everything to be perfect and be able to spend a nice evening.

Y/n’s pov

You woke up really tired, you could barely sleep last night so now your head and your whole body hurts. The day passed and all you felt were constant nauseas, you still loved Jeno so much but you have to accept what happened and move on, you don’t even know if he is even dating someone.

You tried to calm down but now you find yourself pulling out your whole closet to figure out what to wear, it’s crazy to see yourself like this, you are always so cool, but today is different.

You call Jeno and let him know that you were almost there. You inhale and exhale multiple times to calm yourself down. Finally you arrive at find you and your son in front of Jeno’s apartment door. You knock and a seconds the door opens showing the guy with the beautiful eye smile, you felt like your eyes were transforming into heart shapes.

“Hi, welcome to my house.” He says smiling brightly hiding his nerves with his smile.

You smile back and proceed to enter with your cute son. A couple of hours passed and you’ve just have chatted about the most boring things ever, constantly trying to avoid eye contact and feeling the big awkwardness between you two.

“You know? I’m actually hungry, we should order now.” You say

“Oh yeah, sure. I found this chicken restaurant and it also has a menu for kids, is that okay.” He says while standing up and looking for the phone.

“Yes, perfect.” You give him a soft smile. You feel you heart pound fast, the fact that he looked for a place that has a kids menu already made you happy, you really need to calm down, you came to have a serious talk and we don’t even know if it’s gonna end up well.

The food arrives and you eat in silence, just making comments about the food and looking at Daniel who is really enjoying watching tv while eating chicken, which was one of his favorite food.

“Daniel! I actually have a couple of gifts for you.” Jeno leaves to his room and comes back revealing the items behind his back.

“Cha chan!” He shows a big car toy and a really big dog teddy.

Daniel’s eyes open in shook and smiles, he runs to the toys and hugs them.

“Thank you Sir Jeno.” He says with a big smile.

You are all done eating and after a while of playing with his toys Daniel starts yawning.

“Honey, are you sleepy?” You say caressing your son’s cheek.

“Yeah, I want to sleep.”He says yawning again.

“Maybe we should go.” You look at Jeno.

“Oh no, but he can sleep in my room. You know? so we can talk.” Jeno says with a little of nerves in his voice.

“Well, Umh, yes. Let’s do that.” You don’t try to go against it because you know you need to have this talk. You walk your som to Jeno’s room and a couple of minutes later he is already asleep.

You go back to the living room and sit in the couch, next to Jeno.

“So, why are you back in town?” Jeno takes a sip of his drinks.

“Well, like I told you before Rina’s family actually have been insisting me to come back and now they offered me a job here, and honestly I wanted to come back, I had lot of friends here and I missed them, also I love the city, so I thought it was time to come back.” You give him a soft smile.

“Oh that’s great, and how’s the job?” He asks.

“It’s great, i’m actually one of the managers, and they let me take some work home so I don’t have to go to the office everyday, and I can spend more time with Daniel.” You smile remembering how much you love your little boy.

“So now, where were you living?” He says with a more serious tone.

“I was living in England, I met a couple of friends from there in high school and they always told me to move and talked to me about the scholarships, so I went there.” You leave a sigh.

“And how did you manage to study and take care of the baby?” He asks.

“I studied until I gave birth, then I took a break for 6 months and maintained us with money I saved, what my friends helped me with and the money that my parents sent me.” You take a sip of your drink.

“And who helped you take of the baby?”He looks at you.

“My mom stayed for a couple of months, later my friend’s mom offered me to take care of him and she ended up doing for all of these years.” You smile remembering how grateful you were with all the people who helped you so much.

“Wow you really went through a lot.” He looks at the floor and touches his head.

“Yep.” You say in an awkward way.

“I’m sorry. I’m really sorry that you had to go through all of that by yourself. I was such an idiot for not taking care of you and the baby, knowing that I was capable of keeping comfortable and safe. Y/n, I’m really really sorry for everything. I know I told you to get rid of the baby but I was stupid.” Jeno closes his eyes and takes his head im between his hands.

“Jeno, I know.” You say trying to make him feel calm.

“No, Y/n, I was so blind and I was scared. I didn’t even try to help you and the find a solution I didn’t do anything.” You hear Jeno’s voice break and your heart starts to beat fast.

“Hey, I know that you are being honest, I forgive you. I’m not gonna tell you I didn’t felt bad, you broke my heart and made me sad, and of course, the whole pregnancy and those 5 years haven’t been easy at all. But I appreciate that you are now talking about this with me, really.” You pat his back while smiling.

“Thank you, Y/n.” He stares at your eyes.

“It’s okay.” You smile.

“Now, I wanted to tell you something else.” He says.

“Yeah, tell me.” You say positioning yourself on the couch.

“You are Daniel’s mom, and you are the only parental figure he’s had and I have to respect that. I was really thinking hard about this and I want to be part of his life, I want to be his dad, I’m here, I’m present, I can help you with all the expenses I don’t care. I can take care of him, I’ll anything I should do as a dad if you let me be part of his life.” He says practically begging.

This really made you think, you’ve never had anyone to be part of Daniel’s life like this. You are the only one he had since day one, it was so delicate for you to take a decision like this. You don’t care about anything in the world but your son, you would end up sad if Jeno ever leaves him, so this wasn’t a easy choice to make.

“Wow, that was unexpected.” You give an awkward laugh.

“Yeah, I know, I know it’s hard but believes me, i’ll do anything.” Jeno takes your hands and stares right into your eyes.

“Okay.” You say

“Okay? like it’s okay? are you gonna let me?” He sounds excited.

“Yes, but please promise you’ll be with him no matter what, this isn’t a game, if you make him sad and gonna be furious.” You say in a serious tone.

“No, no, of course i’ll do the best for him.” He smiles.

“But wait, how are you gonna say in public that you have a 5 year old son?” You say nervous.

“Y/n, I’m 29, i’ll find the way and I don’t care what people have to say, this is my child not theirs.” You heart jumps everywhere when you hear him say that, making you flutter.

You spend the rest of the night chatting and catching up.

“And are you dating anyone?” Jeno says shy.

“A young mom, with a kid? I’ve just gone on dates, maybe some kissing and something else but nothing more, it doesn’t even happen that much. Men won’t commit to raising a child.” You take a sip of your drink. Jeno realizes how every aspect of your life has been so hard.

“What about you?” You look at the tv.

“Oh, not much either. After you left I didn’t go on dates for two years, after that just datings but nothing serious.” He says.

“Oh cool, so we are the same.” You laugh.

“Yes, I guess.” He laughs back

“But tell me.” He says taking your attention.

“Yes?” You answer.

“What’s gonna happen between you and I, aren’t mommy and daddy supposed to be together?” He leans closer to your face and you look at him in shook.

“Because I have never stopped thinking about you.” He stare at your eyes.

“Yes, I guess we could try.” You say playfully.

He grabs your waist and connects your lips together. His lips feel so soft and warm, you taste heaven when you kiss him. You have been waiting for this moment for so long and it’s finally happening. You are so thankful that Jeno decided to talk to you, you have always love him so much and now you know it’s the same for him too.

1 year later

It’s been a year since you let Jeno enter Daniel’s and you life’s. Honestly it’s the beat decision you’ve ever made, he is the most caring, loving and supportive dad ever. He surprises you everyday on how great of a dad he is to Daniel, and when it comes to Daniel, it just took him a week to start trusting Jeno fully and after a mont he was already calling him daddy. You are so thankful for having the two boys the you love the most in your life together.

“Mommy! Daddy! let’s go to the playground.” Your son says.

“Okay honey, but don’t run so fast.” You tell him.

You sit on a bench and look at your kid who is playing happily.

“He has grown a lot in just a year hasn’t he?” Jeno says placing his arm around your shoulder.

“Yes, he is so big now.” You say feeling nostalgic.

“And as beautiful as his dad.” Jeno says while winking.

“Idiot.” You laugh and give him a peck on the lips.

“I can’t wait until we make another one.” He giggles his eyebrows and laughs. You laugh back and give him another kiss.

“Daddy! stop kissing, come play with me.” You cute 6 year old says while standing his hand to his dad.

“I’m coming champ.” He gets up and kiss your lips once again again, to what your so makes a disgusting face. You both laugh and you watch him hold your son’s hand.

They start playing with the ball and you look at them filled with joy and loved, you look at you hand and admire the beautiful engagement ring that Jeno gave you 3 months ago. The proposal was simple but beautiful, you were walking around Jeju Island when out of nowhere he asked you to marry him and you obviously said yes. The plans for the wedding have been going well, you are taking things slow so you can have time. Daniel is the most excited about the wedding and always wants to be involved in everything. You are so thankful that everything has been going

so well, Jeno and Daniel have the most beautiful bond ever and you are lucky to have the most caring dad to your kid and future husband on your side.

[ayellowcurtain]

A Sobbe or Elu prompt based on the song "Best Part" by Daniel Caesar?

the fake-dating sort of thing

Robbe wakes up with the brightness around him, a warmth overheating his back. He moves away and finds the end of the bed, touching the softest sheets he’s ever felt. He stretches his legs all the way down and blinks a few times. All the comfort and serenity is forgotten the second he recognizes he’s not in his bedroom, nor Jens’. He sits on the bed and looks over his shoulder. The second he sees him, flashes start twinkling before his eyes.

Sander’s smile, saying against his lips for them to go slow while Robbe tried to push him inside the bedroom, annoyed with the loud music of the party downstairs, quick but unsure hands trying to get rid of all the clothes, Jens getting inside the room and Robbe kicking him out, Sander asking a million times if he was sure, short breaths, panting, very wet fingers, Sander’s taste, Robbe feeling way too hot in his skin. Robbe closes his eyes to stop thinking, pulling the sheets pooling in between his legs to cover his face.

He definitely shouldn’t have jumped Sander like he’s sure he did, but he can’t just put his clothes on and run like a teenager. That part was successfully completed last night. Robbe can’t believe he finally made a move.

It doesn’t feel too much of a surprise as it probably should that they actually had sex. They were faking it for a long time before that. Robbe just never thought it would actually happen. Sander was the cool guy in their group of friends and Robbe was tired of the constant interrogation about his love life - or lack of one - and without really discussing it with him first, Sander wrapped his arm around Robbe’s shoulders one day.

“We were trying to keep it to ourselves for a little while.” He said as Jens and Moyo almost fell to the ground when they understood what that small gesture meant.

Robbe was speechless, feeling like he was moving in slow motion as he stared at the guy he had the tiniest crush on telling their friends they were dating when they weren’t. But Robbe didn’t have the courage to fix it right away and then he never did.

They walked to grab a coffee after school that day and Sander was still smiling, thinking his idea was so fun and not at all problematic.

“They’ll see that we’re not actually dating, Sander! They’ll see that we’re just like first-grade dating, holding hands, never kissing or making out.”

Robbe realized the door he had opened when Sander looked at him, lifting his eyebrows.

“That’s an easy fix.”

Robbe rushes to get inside the coffee place first, keeping the door open for Sander, trying to think of a way to change the subject while waiting in line to make their orders.

“Unless you have any issues with kissing me just for fun.” He said it so easily, with no extra weight in any word and Robbe wished he could be that careless about everything in life. He honestly envied that in people. While Sander was so chill about it, Robbe couldn’t stop wondering if with fun he implied that it could never be more than that or if kissing Robbe was actually fun.

So that’s how this started: as a joke to keep the boys away from annoying Robbe every day with questions. Since he came out, they were more anxious than him for his first kiss, his first time with a boy…

Robbe can’t believe he drank more than enough to give himself the courage to do what he wanted for once. If he thinks about it, he remembers most of it now that he’s awake, it feels like it’s still happening.

He feels his skin raw and sensitive whenever he pictures Sander touching him, he knows how he tastes, remembers the struggle it was because apparently drunk Robbe is also needy with nervous hands that can’t stay still for long. He remembers Sander laughing about it, kissing him and asking one more time if Robbe was sure. He remembers nodding his head with such certainty it made him dizzy.

He stops thinking about it again because the dizziness makes him nauseous. The bottom of his feet feel weird when pressed against the carpeted floor, it tickles a little but Robbe pushes himself to stand up, feeling his legs shake for a little until able to hold his weight. It feels like all his organs are adjusting too after so much anxiety and beers shared the same space in his stomach for long hours while lying down. His heart is beating so strongly inside his chest, but Robbe moves carefully to the bathroom, needing to splash cold water on his face to see if it helps.

He puts some water in the back of his neck too, grabbing the first towel he touches to dry himself, looking in the big mirror in front of him.

Of course he’s happy, he doesn’t remember being this happy before, but he’s so scared of what today might bring. Of what Sander might say or what he might not, which would probably break Robbe’s heart just as much. Deep down, he was having fun pretending to be dating Sander and he doesn’t want whatever he did, how desperate he was, to make this awkward.

“Hi…”

Robbe jolts, dropping the towel on the sink.

“Shit, you scared me…” His mouth goes dry and he gives all his attention to grabbing the towel back, putting it in place, “Hi.”

“Everything okay?” Sander walks carefully around him and sits on the counter, already with his boxers back on, still with the bed hair and Robbe tries to quietly scan what he can see of Sander’s body, thankfully not finding any marks.

Robbe nods his head, finally gathering the courage to meet Sander’s curious and kind eyes, smiling a little when Robbe looks back at him.

“Yeah. And you?”

“I’m good. About last night…” He talks slow like he’s just trying to help Robbe start the conversation they both know Robbe wants to have.

“I’m sorry. For jumping on you like that.”

Sander smiles wider, lowering his head to try and force Robbe to keep looking in his eyes, “You’re acting like I didn’t want it too.”

“I didn’t give you many ways out.” Robbe explains, adjusting his underwear around his waist.

“You did. I just didn’t want a way out.” The silence grows heavier in between them, and Sander sighs with not much patience, “We weren’t that drunk, Robbe. I promise. You’re freaking out, thinking that I had sex with you out of pity or something when that’s not the case at all.”

Robbe nods his head, dragging his short nails through his palms, so embarrassed for his thoughts. He bites his cheek, thinks about it, but finally looks at Sander through his lashes, not sure what to do with his hands.

“Was it good?”

Sander leans against the wall behind him and Robbe notices the muscles in his stomach contracting with the new position, “Yeah, of course it was. You kept asking if I was sure.”

“Really? Sorry…”

“No, it was cute. I’m sure I annoyed you too, asking if you were sure.” Sander smiles again, blushing just a little bit but Robbe notices it and finds some comfort that this is just as awkward for both of them.

Sander jumps back up and stands close to Robbe, making him lean against the counter, thinking about pulling Sander closer for a real kiss when they’re both completely sober.

“I think now Jens believes us at least.”

Robbe closes his eyes as shut as possible, trying to completely erase the idea that Jens saw him - on Sander’s lap, shirtless, unzipping Sander’s jeans - out of his mind.

“So he really saw us, it wasn’t my imagination.”

They both look at each other and laugh a second later thinking about how weird their first encounter with Jens will be and Sander nods his head, snorting.

“Yeah, he saw us, but it was like a second. You complained and got up and tried to push him out and I sort of followed, since I had a feeling you would forget to lock the door again.”

Sander tilts his head, pressing his lips together not to laugh and Robbe sighs, wanting to hide, thinking Sander must see written on his forehead how inexperienced he is.

They stay in silence for a while and Robbe tries to think of them, comfortably sleeping together after everything, how warm and inviting and comforting Sander’s skin is. There’s a few inches between them now but he can feel Sander’s warmth still and Robbe falls a little bit more in love.

“It was perfect, Robbe. I thought you were always going to keep us at this stupid fake-dating thing. I was ecstatic that you finally pulled me aside and dragged me to the closest bedroom.”

Robbe moves back and forward a little until he manages to lean against Sander, putting his forehead against his chest, finally finding the comfort he always wanted when Sander wraps his arms around him, holding him tight, kissing the top of his head, letting Robbe stay there without moving for as much as he needs.

[outr-banks]

All In Pt. 2 || Fic

(Rafe Cameron x Reader)

requested: yes

a/n: anon, i absolutely loved the suggestion, so here’s the part two that... tbh we all needed. the song that was running through my mind while writing is literally one of my favorite songs. anyways i hope you enjoy ;)

part one

warning: tension, light angst, light fluff

In which you’re on a date with Rafe Cameron after a whole summer of him pining after you. Sometimes dates determine whether you’re all in... or not.

song inspired: japanese denim by daniel caesar

(recommend listening while reading)

masterlist

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Breathe. Just breathe. That’s what you’ve been trying to tell yourself for the past hour, but it isn’t doing much. It’s not like you haven’t been on a date before just something about this one sat differently than the rest.

If you can best describe it, it’s the way you feel about him that makes all the difference. No one makes you nervous and excited at the same time, hell even frustrated and annoyed. But through it all, you’re even more drawn to him. A kook, such like Rafe, becoming an important part in your life still amazes you and somehow worries you all at once. When you told your friends about the date with Rafe, they immediately thought you were joking but became uneased of how serious you are.

They didn’t fail to mention how different you are from Rafe, like on an astronomical level. Or how terrible he is with dating and relationships. It’s things you already knew and didn’t want to talk about, because you hate to admit they’re right. In easier terms: you’re a pogue and he’s a kook. He’s very black and white, while you are all the colors. You’re left and he’s right. These are the reasons you’re experiencing stress, even up untill tonight. You were all in. But as the days saturate there’s a chance in which that isn’t true anymore.

Just thinking about it made you feel nauseous, but you tried your hardest to push it aside and enjoy the date. The night approaches and you patiently wait for Rafe’s arrival. You begin to doze off in your anxious thoughts once again but the sound of the doorbell echoes your home.

You fling the door wide open and see Rafe with a grin on his face while holding a bouquet of flowers. Suddenly, all the nerves had washed away and your head is filled with positive thoughts.

“Wow, y-you look beautiful.” He says, stuttering to find words. His eyes travel up and down your figure.

He hesitantly passes the flowers over and you smell the sweet assortment. The beating of your heart takes flight and begin to feel giddy. You carefully settle the gift on a table and walk back to Rafe.

“Thanks, you look handsome.” Your lips spread thin into a warm smile and blush at his compliment.

Rafe looks absolutely adorable yet sexy. His hair is perfectly geled back and combed. You’re used to his floppy and bushy hair, but you liked this side of him too. A baby blue blazer hugs tightly around his muscular upper body, which is probably ripping at it seams. You’re incredibly lucky to have a chance to look at him this way. He is just simply irresistible.

“Ready to go?” Rafe reaches out a hand for you to grab and leads you down to his car.

All throughout the summer you loved making fun of him, or cracking up a joke but for the first time the atmosphere remains painfully silent and awkward. Things are changing, and you can’t help but think if this doesn’t end well, you’d might lose him before you even had him. Maybe his feelings for are not where they should be, that you’re probably just a summer fling to him. These same awful thoughts run through your mind, and you internally fight them telling yourself you need to prove your friends wrong. You are not any different than Rafe, and what you guys have is real.

He pulls up to a beautiful restaurant down by the beach. The sight before you is magical, something out of a dream. Sparkily lights hanged loosely around the place, reflecting angelically on the water. It’s perfect.

“Rafe, this place is wonderful.” You turn to look at him and found his eyes already on you. You grow timid underneathe them and playfully hit him. He laughs and hurries out of the car to open the door, chivalrously.

The both of you settle in a table outside, alone where the ocean is a panoramic view. It’s still a bit weird between you guys, but just on your end Rafe seems to be fine.

“No onions for me, thank you.” You and Rafe send in your orders quickly and face one another again.

“So,” You and him start. He laughs while you try to muster up a chuckle.

“Is everything okay? You just seem... different.” Rafe asks.

Different, why couldn’t he have said any other word? Your friends really got to your head, and you allowed it. The date is doomed.

“Rafe I-” You go to speak but was interrupted by the waiter placing down the food in front of you.

“Is it me, did I do something wrong?” Rafe’s expressions fall concern and searches your eyes for comfort.

“No, absolutely not. Rafe, you are perfect. This is all perfect. Everything just feels a bit overwhelming.” You talk with your hands and unable to look at him.

“y/n, I don’t understand it’s just a date.” His voice cracks and the sound of it breaks your heart.

“I’m not sure how to put into words, Rafe. We’re so different, right?” Your stare falls on his.

He uncomfortably shifts in his seat and then leans into his hand, “Yes we are but that doesn’t matter to me. I like you I thought you were all in this with me?”

“But shouldn’t it? I’m a pogue, Rafe. Let’s say this ends up going far and then what? Your life is nothing like mine I mean look...” You angrily stand up and gesture the place around you. It’s a place that’s so unlike you.

“Enough with the pogue and kook shit! I’m over that. I want you and me.” His voice raises.

He stands up from the table and paces back and forth, unable to come up with any words. Rafe pulls at his now messy hair and then places his hands on his hips, “where is this coming from? You knew that we come from different lives but that shit means nothing. It’s nothing compared to how I feel about you.”

“I know, you’re absolutely right. We are not the same, and I have to accept that.” You let out a sigh.

“Come on y/n, I’m not asking you to change who you are for me. I fell for you. The one who messed around with me or tested me. You have made me feel things I haven’t felt in such a long time, and that’s scary as hell to say. But, nothing is more scarier to me than not even have the chance to start something amazing with you.” His voice lowers and his body becomes at ease.

His authenticity and transparency towards his feelings for you are real and genuine. It hurts that you even had to question it. You shiver at the cold wind that passes, “I know I’m so sorry Rafe. God I hate myself for letting this get to me!”

He walks over and holds either side of your arms before falling into them. Hearing his heartbeat racing and breathing alone, calmed you down. Rafe wraps his blazer around your body, keeping you warm from the ocean breeze.

You lift your head up and rest your chin on his chest, “I’m such an idiot I ruined our first date.”

Rafe’s eyes soften when they meet yours. He leans down and places a kiss your head before resting his forehead against yours, “don’t worry we’ll have plenty to make up for it. y/n, I want to do this but I need to know if you’re all in.”

You take a moment to understand what exactly you’re signing up for. Sure, the mystery of it all is that you don’t know what life had in store for you and him. And maybe that’s a good thing. But for what you do know, you want to start this confusing and unusual journey with him. What you know is that what you feel for Rafe is real, and for however long it may last, it’s there and it’s now.

You look at Rafe with the biggest smile on your face. The happiness you feel inside cannot be contained any longer.

“Could you please say something?” Rafe looks at you desperate for an answer.

“Are you going to let me kiss you?” You say with a grin.

“Oh, so you’re one of those girls. Figured.” He rolls his eyes at you before crashing his lips onto yours. He wraps his arms around you bringing your body closer to him. It’s an embrace you never want to leave from.

Your lips detach from his and whisper against them, “I’m all in.”

[edgeofmyniall]

four: “Hate Me”

masterlist | taglist | playlist | thoughts

“It's a thin line between all this love and hate, and if you switch sides, you're gon' have to claim your place. So baby, this time you're gon' have to seal your fate”

The sun blared into Ginger’s room the next morning with a vengeance. She awoke to her naked body sprawled over the contorted covers.She sat up rubbing her temples; her head felt as if a construction crew had been working all night on her skull. The empty tequila bottle laid down at the edge of her bed-stuck between the footrest and mattress. She moaned as she reached over. She was nauseous and wanted to throw up. The vile taste in her mouth began to build as she sat up right again. What the fuck did she do last night? The only thing she remembers is kissing Niall and then wanting to kill him for kissing Stella. She unlocked her nearly dead phone and proceeded to figure out last night’s antics. 

~~~~

Ginger locked her bedroom door and propped her desk chair under the metal knob. She felt the anger boil over in her. How could Niall kiss her and not even an hour later play tongue hockey with Stella on her couch. She let her guard down and made an irreversible decision that could and would ruin her relationship with Stella. 

She twisted the top of the clear distilled liquor and brought the bottle to her lips: the liquid burning her throat as she chugged down the liquid courage. It set a fire in her belly that she would regret in the morning. 

She began to strip and turned on her bluetooth speaker. She scrolled through her music before choosing a song that was so perfect, so hurtful that Niall would become angered himself, which Ginger devilishly smiled as she imagined him slamming the door shut and leaving her alone forever. 

Don Healey pulsates through her speaker as he begins to sing: “You can't hide your lyin' eyes, and your smile is a thin disguise. I thought by now you'd realize there ain't no way to hide your lyin' eyes.” Ginger stood in the middle of her room, chugging the tequila as her mind raced with an idea that would bring Devil shame. She stood in front of the mirror and put on her makeup-pale lips and golden eyes before she began to throw clothes from her drawers to find her black lace bralette and underwear that had garter belts attached at each thigh. 

She sat on the floor and placed her phone on a stack of books before posing her body: hand on across her body, other hand touching her vagina, and her thighs raised high enough to cover herself from exposing her secret. The self timer clicked multiple times and when the flashes stopped, Ginger took another hard swallow of tequila before viewing them. 

Her eyes grew wide as she took in her sexual deviance, biting her lip before sending one picture of her careful posed body to Niall.

But it wasn’t enough for Ginger. She felt angry. She wanted to hurt him like Niall did her. So she took off her bralette and began to take selfies of her naked top with only her arm covering her swollen nipples. She made faces that she knew only porn stars made and involuntarily shook as she sent a collection of them to someone who clouded her conscience; after all these years she still couldn’t tell what was right or wrong when it came to him. 

Ginger sat on her bed as she waited for the comeback of both men. She wanted to see who was first-who wanted her more. 

A row of heart eyes appear at the top of her messages before Daniel sends another message. 

Wow still beautiful as ever. Fuck, I miss you

Ginger laughs to herself as she thinks, “Now you want me.” She sent back a quick response.

Miss you more, Danny.

Interrupting Ginger and Daniel’s conversation, Niall’s name pops up across her screen, forcing the texts to disappear. She rejects the call before reading Daniel’s response. 

Wish Cali wasn’t so far away. I’d love to get my hands on you right now.

Ginger smiles wide as she takes another sip of alcohol and sends Daniel another picture of her bare chest. Their history together forces Ginger to begin to touch her sensitive nipples. The thought of Daniel kissing her makes her head swoon. 

A ding from her phone pulls Ginger away from her fantasy.

We need to talk

You’re killing me ..

Niall sends his message one right after another, but instead of a response, Ginger leaves him on read before continuing her conversation with Daniel.

I wish you were hewe. 

I’d suck yur dicc rigjt mow abd 

Ginger feels the effects of the tequila and her head spins. Daniel texts again. 

And what baby? What would you do?

“Tell you I’m still in love with you,” Ginger says aloud before laying down on her bed, her head far too heavy to hold up. It was then she texted Niall the one word that flashed across her mind.

Comdativle. 

~~~~~ 

Three missed calls from Daniel and one hushed tone voice mail later, Ginger feels like death served on a stick. She had thrown up already but the guit ate at her. How could she do that with a married man? And with Niall as well? Ginger was on a downward spiral and she wanted nothing to do with her trail of bad decisions. She picked up her phone from her charging pad and dialed Niall’s number, the ringing tone blaring in her ear.

“Hey,” Niall sounds breathless and hushed.

“I fucked up.” Ginger spat before Niall could say another word. “I sent nudes to Daniel.”

“I di- you what? Isn’t he married?” Niall’s voice was concerned, but Ginger heard the hurt. “The same picture...you sent me?”

“That and more…” Ginger begins to cry as she feels her body forcibly hurt as if her body is teaching her a lesson. “I just…” 

“Meet me the Griddle Cafe in thirty.” Niall cuts the phone call and Ginger, hungover, forces herself to get ready to face judgement.

~~~~

“What are we having?” the older waitress smiles at Niall and when she sees Ginger in her a hoodie drawn and sunglasses with only a few tangles of red curls poking out, she offers a look of condolence. “Late night?”

Niall smiles tenderly and orders red velvet pancakes for the both of them before leaning back and watching Ginger suffer in silence.

The cafe was loud and when Niall clanked the spoon against his cup when he was stirring his coffee, Ginger wanted to rip her head off her shoulders.

Niall begins to tap his thumbs and palms on the white granite table and it was when Ginger suddenly reached out to stop the unnecessary tapping that Niall finally spoke to her.

“So what did Dickwad have to say for himself?” He crosses his arms across the table before taking a sip of his coffee. Ginger groans as she takes her sunglasses off. She winces at the light, but she’s focused on the wad of paper from her straw to honor Niall’s question.

“I don’t know. Not much.” Ginger lies. Her eyes are swollen from the amount of crying she’s done from the thirty minute drive. Niall huffs before sitting his coffee down.

“Well that’s fuckin lie.” Niall says straight forward. His brow is pushed together and his lips are in a tight line. The crinkles in his eyes are light, but the sour look is prominent. “Anytime a girl sends nudes, a guy has somethin to say.”

“He misses me. And that he wanted his hands-” Niall thrusts a fist down on the table, making a sudden noise that makes a few onlookers stop. His face and ears are red and his breathing is fast. “You asked.”

“I- I don’t know what I wanted. The truth or for you to continue to lie to me.”

“Lie to you? Ha, that’s a joke. You lied to me. Said you wanted me. And after we kiss, you’re mouth fucking my cousin on MY couch.” Ginger’s head was spinning and she felt the need to vomit, but her anger was keeping her grounded. 

“I tried breaking up with her.” Niall said, his tone harsh.

“How do you try to break up with someone? Either you do or you don’t. That simple.” Ginger folded her hands in her lap, squeezing them together to keep her rage in check.

“I was telling her that I’m happy and then she jumped on me; then you walked in.” 

“And you sat there like an idiot.”

“Idiot?” Niall half laughed, “I’m not the one who sent their nudes to their married ex.” Ginger stands, her eyes filling with tears. 

“Ya know, I don’t have to take this. You wanted to talk, but all we’re doing is arguing.” The waitress walks up bringing the two their breakfast. An awkward glance later, Ginger is sitting down poking her food with her fork.

“You can’t expect good things to come out of doing stupid shit, Gin.” Niall said before taking a bite of the red pancake. “You got to think things through.” 

Ginger sits in silence and realizes that Niall is right.

“I’m sorry.” Ginger says as she pushes her plate away from her. The sight and smell of food nauseate her. “I wasn’t thinking. I was just...mad.”

“I’m sorry too,” Niall reaches over the table and cups Ginger’s free hand-his touch feels like fire and Ginger wants to be burned alive. 

~~~~~

Ginger hears a faint knocking on her door. She’s sitting in bed trying to find the courage to finally face Stella and here was her moment. 

Stella’s head pops between the barrier and asks, “You okay?” Ginger nods and Stella opens the door further to welcome herself in. She sits on Ginger’s bed and places her hand on Ginger’s knee. Emotions and comforting others are not Stella’s strongest attributes, but when it counts, Stella tries.

“Anything you want to talk about?” Here was Ginger’s chance to finally be free of the guilt and the secrets. For her to finally come out and say what needed to be said; to get rid of the wall between them that was Niall Horan. 

But courage failed her and she shook her head. She sat there full of guilt and secrets and words that will never be spoken. The wall was still there. 

“Well if you need me, you know where to find me.” Stella quickly kisses Ginger on the forehead before leaving the room. Closing the door, Ginger pulls her phone out from under her covers and replies back to Niall.

Tomorrow then?

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[pinktintedmonocle]

A Standing Appointment - A Cobra Kai FanFic - Chapter 2

In which the damp is spreading, Lynn just wants to party and Daniel is overwhelmed.

“That damp patch is bigger than it was last week.  You should let Zakarian know, get him to call someone out to take a look at it.”

“Yeah right”, said Johnny, shaking his head as he poured out the whiskey and handed Daniel a cup. “That money grabbing asshole wouldn’t piss on me if I was on fire unless I paid him first.  He’s not gonna do anything about a spot on the ceiling.  You know he’s already raised my rent twice since I got the lease on this place?”

“Really?” asked Daniel, taking a gulp of whiskey to try and quell the pang of guilt.

“Yeah, slimy bastard. I’d tell him to shove his stupid strip mall up his ass if I could afford to.”  Johnny downed his cup of whiskey before pouring himself another.  “Not all of us got left a fancy dojo with trees and ponds and shit by our sensei.  Some of us just got a bruised neck and a smashed trophy.”

Daniel finished his whiskey in the awkward silence that followed, the alcohol burning his throat. He pulled a face as he held out his cup for Johnny to top it up.

“This stuff is even worse than the bottle you had last week.  Where did you get it from?  Is it even safe for human consumption?”

“Well if you don’t want it…” said Johnny.  He reached over to grab the cup out of Daniel’s hand but Daniel twisted away, holding it above his head.

“Hey!  I didn’t say I didn’t want it!” Daniel protested.  He drained the rest of the cup, wincing at the taste.

Johnny rolled his eyes. “Stop your whining then, LaRusso.”

“Make me”, replied Daniel, shifting onto his side so he was facing the blonde.

Johnny grinned, that familiar half smile, dangerous and inviting.  “Alright then.  I will.”

Johnny reached out and grabbed Daniel by the hips, pulling the smaller man into his lap then flipping them over so he was on top.  His fingers dug into Daniel’s sides, making fresh bruises, and he licked a stripe up Daniel’s neck before biting down on his jaw bone.  Daniel moaned and wrapped his long legs around Johnny’s waist as their mouths crashed together.

The kiss was passionate, desperate, electric, and Daniel surrendered himself to the sensation. There was a fluttering feeling in his stomach as Johnny ran broad hands up and down his body, part lust part something else that he couldn’t quite identify.

A bang rang out and Johnny jumped back, swearing under his breath.  

Daniel scrambled to his feet, automatically adopting a fighting stance, fists raised.  “What the hell was that?”

The bang sounded again and Daniel realised it was coming from outside.  Someone was hammering on the door of the dojo.

“Hey, you having a party in there?” shouted a female voice.  “I seen you, sneaking in there when you thought I was sleeping.  How about you let me in?”

Johnny sighed.  “It’s just the homeless lady”, he explained to Daniel.  He strode over to the door of the back room and yanked it open, shouting out to the front door.  “Beat it, Lynn!  There’s nothing for you here.  No meth, no burritos!”

“Suit yourself!” Lynn yelled back.  “You don’t know what you’re missing!”

Daniel grabbed Johnny by the arm and pulled him back, slamming the door.  “What are you doing?” he hissed, glaring at Johnny.

“Just telling her to get lost!” Johnny said defensively, shaking himself free of Daniel’s grip.

Daniel shook his head in exasperation.  “You should have just stayed quiet.  She knows we’re in here now.”

“She knew anyway, said she saw you sneaking in!”

Daniel carded his hands through his hair and began pacing rapidly back and forth.  “Shit, shit, shit.”

“Hey, calm down man”, said Johnny.  “Have another drink.”  He handed Daniel a cup and the smaller man gulped it down in one and wiped his mouth with the back of his hand.  He started pacing again.

“What if she saw my face when I came in?  What if she tells someone, Johnny?”

Johnny laughed. “Who’s she going to tell?  Her shopping cart?  Not sure it’ll listen.”

Daniel scowled and stopping moving.  He turned on Johnny.  “This isn’t funny Johnny!  If word gets out about our arrangement my life is over!”

Johnny crossed his arms and glared at Daniel.  “And what, you think I want people to know that I’m screwing you?  I’ve got a reputation to uphold too, you know.”

Daniel stared at him incredulously, fists clenched at his sides.  “Johnny, I’m a highly successful business man.  I’ve got a family, I’m a member of a country club, I’ve got some friends in very high places.  I’m the one whose reputation is on the line. You don’t have a reputation; you’ve got nothing but a son who barely talks to you and a crumbling karate dojo with a damp problem!”

“Fuck you, LaRusso!” Johnny snarled.  “What are you even doing here if you think I’m so beneath you?”

“I don’t know, Johnny!” Daniel screamed, his face flushing with anger.  “I really don’t know why I bother wasting my time on an asshole like you!”

“Fuck off then!” Johnny yelled back.

“I will!”  Daniel grabbed his gi trousers and top and pulled them on roughly before tying his belt and stomping over to the door.  His fingers had just touched the handle when a hand gripped his shoulder and spun him around and Daniel found himself staring into ice blue eyes.

“I hate you” Johnny growled as he pressed their bodies together.

“I hate you too” Daniel spat back as he leaned in and captured Johnny’s lips with his own.  He gripped both of Johnny’s arms, digging in his fingernails as they kissed furiously.

Johnny bit down hard on Daniel’s lip.  Daniel gasped but didn’t break the kiss.  Instead he just kissed Johnny deeper, channelling thirty years of pent up resentment and longing into their embrace.

Johnny tugged on Daniel’s thigh and Daniel jumped up, wrapping his legs around Johnny’s waist in his familiar fluid motion.  Johnny slammed Daniel against the wall, and Daniel was hit with a wave of unadulterated ecstasy.  This didn’t feel wrong at all; it felt right, perfectly right, the way his body fitted into Johnny’s like they were made for each other.  He felt the fluttering sensation in his stomach again, and in that moment he knew exactly what the previously unidentified emotion was; it wasn’t hate or fear or anger or disgust.  It was love.

As the realisation hit him, Daniel felt suddenly overwhelmed.  His hands pushed on Johnny’s arms, trying to get the blonde to back off, but Johnny had him pinned to the wall.  He wrenched his head back, tearing his lips from Johnny’s, gasping for air.  Johnny started to nuzzle his neck and Daniel pushed at his arms harder, panic building in his chest.

“Johnny – I can’t – please –”

Johnny just chuckled. “Come on LaRusso.  You know you want it.  You always do.”

“Please”, Daniel panted, “I can’t-”

“Yes, you can.” Johnny leant in for another kiss but Daniel jerked his head violently to one side.  

“Johnny, NO!”, he yelled, tears pricking his eyes.  “Put me down, NOW!”

Johnny quickly let him go and Daniel crumpled to the floor, taking in long, shuddering breaths.

Johnny stared at him, eyes wide.  “Shit, I’m – I’m sorry”, he stammered.  “I didn’t mean too – I thought that was what you wanted.  Are you OK?”

Daniel took in a long, ragged breath and stood up shakily.  “I’m – I’m fine.  I just need – I need to go.”

He tore open the door and sprinted to the office, pulling his jacket on over his gi and ramming his feet into his shoes.  He jammed his baseball cap on his head, grabbed his bag and crossed the mat to the front door, fumbling as he tried to get his key in the lock.  The door opened and he darted outside, the cold night air stinging his skin.  He ran all the way to the car, his heart hammering in his chest.

He unlocked the car and threw himself inside, resting his forehead against the cool steering wheel.  He got his breathing under control after a few minutes although he still felt faint and nauseous, the copious amounts of cheap liquor he had drank making his vision swim and his stomach lurch.  He grabbed a water bottle from the back seat and drank deeply until he felt a little better, before he slumped down in his seat and started to cry.

He replayed that moment of realisation over and over in his mind as the tears fell, wondering how he could have let things get this far, get this screwed up.

Because Daniel LaRusso was in love with Johnny Lawrence.  And he didn’t know what the fuck to do about it.

[demivampirew]

Don’t judge a book by its cover Chapter 6 (final chapter)

A Cap. Syverson story.

Triggers: Heartbreak ;use of curse words; crying; puking.

Synopsis: Rebeca is an Argentinian girl who a few months ago moved to the USA (Washington D.C) to study in university thanks to a scholarship that she was granted. She’s lonely. People don’t treat her well. Some could be understood but most of them just hate her for being a foreigner. She meets Syverson because he’s a man from the South and she has not had a good experience with people from there, but she may find out at the end that she shouldn’t judge a book by its cover.

Chapter 1

Chapter 2

Chapter 3

Chapter 4

Chapter 5

Tag:  lunedelorient 

You’ll find a note at the end of the chapter, which is an explanation of what is being said when the * appears.

Things couldn't be better for Rebeca. She had been dating a wonderful man for the last three months and he treated her like a true queen. She passed all her exams with high grades and now was rightfully enjoying her spring break. Now she had time to hang out with her friend Danielle and even would have double dates with her and her girlfriend Phoebe. She couldn't be happier. One morning she woke up feeling like hell. She had to run to the bathroom to puke. At first, she thought that could have been something that she ate the day before that settled badly in her stomach, but after several days of waking up nauseous and feeling awful but then feeling better the rest of the day, she realized that something else was going on. She decided to take a pregnancy test - two actually, for more certainty- at both gave positive as a result. She was expecting a baby. They usually were careful when having sex, but there were two separate occasions in which they didn't use a condom. She was nervous. What would happen now? Could she lose her scholarship due to her pregnancy? What if they wanted to kick her out of the country and separate her from the child once he had him/her? Would Sy be happy with the news? Should she have the baby at all? The only answer she knew was the last one and it was yes; that baby would be her's and Sy's. She needed now to find out how he felt about it. As long as he was ok with the baby, she'd know that everything was going to be ok, because he always going to be there for her, to help her solved any troubling situation she might be in. After work, she went straight to Sy's house to share the news with him. She was quite nervous, but also excited. If he was happy with the news, then she would get the family she always dream of. She entered the house using the key he gave her and once inside the house she searched for her boyfriend. She found him sitting in the couch, crossing both on his arms in his chest, looking at the space in front of him, lost in his thoughts. Something bad had happened, she could feel it. She caught his attention and he looked at her in silence for a few moments. "Fuck" he cursed and she knew that whatever happened, it was really bad. He sighed and asked her to sit in the couch with him, that he needed to talk to her. - I got the call - he said with sadness. No further explanation was necessary, she knew exactly what that meant. - How long? - she questioned. - Maybe a year or more. They need me there, it has to be me. The locals already know me, I'm the only one who might bring some peace there. - he answered. - I knew I shouldn't have started a relationship. I knew that this day would come in eventually. I didn't want to hurt you, babe.- he apologized. - What are you saying? It's a year or maybe a bit more. I'll wait for you. - Beca assured him - Darling, I may never come back, that's how things go there. I tell you is a year and might end being more. Last time I was supposed to be only for a few months and ended up staying for three years. That's a lot of time. You're young, you cannot spend the rest of your days waiting for a man that might never come back. - he tried to reason with her. - You're breaking up with me then? - she asked with tears on her eyes. - I am, yes. This is best for you. - You promised me that you'll always be going to be there to protect me, but you were lying. You're going to leave me alone.- she recriminated him. - I'm really sorry, baby. It hurts my soul knowing that I'll have to leave you, but I have to go. I have to. I don't have another choice. - But you do. You could leave and found another job and never go back, but you want to. You want to be there because you want to save people, is in your nature. That's who you are. You want to help even if it costs you everything. - she replied, filled with sadness. She stood up a walk to the door with the intentions to leave. He followed her. - Beca, stop. It's late, don't go. It can be dangerous. - he pleaded her to stay the night. She wanted to act like a stubborn child and just leave, but she knew he was right. I was nighttime already and was dark outside. And she needed to think in the baby. "the baby" she thought, reminding herself that now she was going to be alone in this predicament. She was going to be a single mother. She accepted to stay, but she would sleep in the couch, he tried to persuade her to change places, so she would sleep in the bed and him on the couch, but he knew that'd be a waste of energy, she was too stubborn to listen. She spent at least two hours crying silently and thinking in all the mess she was caught on. She was going to have a child in a country that wasn't her own and probably wouldn't want her, an inmigrant with a study visa, to have an American kid. She would probably lose her visa and her job because there was no way she could study and work with a baby and also would not be able to afford childcare. There was only one solution she could find: she needed to go back to her country. There, her family would help her and she would be able to study in her former university and work while her parents looked after the baby. That was the only solution. Then she thought about Sy; the fact that she'd probably never see him again and how he could even die in the battlefield. She got up from the couch, went into the bedroom and saw that he was awake, probably thinking as much as she was. As soon as he saw her, he sat on the bed and stared at her. First, she looked mad at him, but then she started to cry and he extended both of his arms, waiting for her to accommodate herself in his chest so he could hug her. After a bit, she felt a little bit better. She looked into his eyes and kissed him. If that was the last time she would ever see him, she wanted to be a night that neither would forget. A proper goodbye. Neither of them spoke again, they let their bodies do the talking. He made love to her for the very last time, taking the sweet taste of her lips with him forever in his heart.                                           ----------------------------------------------------------- Two years later Syverson was back from the Middle East. He was promoted and now he would never have to come back there again. He was ready to settle down alive and normal life. He would help train new soldiers and would help the new captain there from America, giving orders of how to proceed, but he would never go back. The first thing that crossed into his mind, the main reason he fought to never go back, was to see Rebeca. She was on his mind constantly. There wasn't a single day he wouldn't think of her or dream with her. He planned to search for her, and if she hadn't moved on with her life, he would beg her to take him back. She was his everything. He went to her place and found a young man living there. The gentleman told him that he never meet the former tenant of that house and that he's been living there for over a year and a half. Syverson then looked for her in the grocery store, but she wasn't there either. Another girl was working there, who told him that the owners of the store were on vacations and that she never meet any former employee and that she had been working there for a few months. College was his last resource. He waited for her to get out of the building, but that never happened. After the place was almost empty, he lost his hope in seeing her. He was about to leave when he saw a familiar face leaving the place. - Danielle! - he called at the girl. She turned around and recognized him immediately. - Sy!- she greeted him, surprised to see him.- How are you? - I'm fine. How are you? - he asked politely - I'm great, thanks. - she replied- What are you doing here? - I'm looking for Beca. I've been searching for her everywhere but I haven't been able to find her. Her phone is not the same, she moved and she doesn't work in the grocery store anymore. - he explained confused.- Is there any chance you might now where is she? - I do, actually.- he admitted and took a pause before delivering the bad news- She went back to Argentina. - What? -he questioned, shooked by the news. It was like an ice-cold shower - What happened? Did she lose her scholarship? Did something do something to her? - he asked worriedly. - No, she's fine, don't worry. She went back shortly after you left - the young lady informed him- She said she missed her family a lot and didn't want to stay any longer in the country. She didn't lose her scholarship, she gave it up.- Sy was speechless. He has lost her forever. He couldn't accept that just like that. He needed to see her again, somehow. - Do you have a phone number by any chance? - he asked her - No, sorry.- she apologized. After a little pause, she continued - I have her address, though. She sends me an email with her address and I sent her mine so she could send me things she wanted me to try from her country and I'll send her things that only could find here.                                          -----------------------------------------------------------

He had learnt enough Spanish from two Latino soldiers on his squad to be able to handle short conversations. So, thankfully, it wasn't to difficult for Syverson to order a taxi at the Argentinian airport to go to Rebeca's house. He got out of the taxi and took a minute to see her house. It was quite beautiful, it had flowers in the front. There were bars in the front of the house, so he had to press the doorbell for someone to open the door for him. Moments later, a woman in her late forties or early fifties open the house door. - Hola, qué necesitabas? (Hello, what do you need?)* - asked the woman - Hola. ¿Está Rebeca? (Hello. Is Rebeca here?) - questioned Sy, struggling to hide the fact that he wasn't a Spanish speaker. - Decime tu nombre, así le aviso que la estás buscando (Tell me your name so I tell her you are looking for her) - Digale que Sy la busca, por favor. (Tell her Sy is looking for her, please) - he replied. The woman clearly heard about him, because she looked surprised at looked at him from head to toes, like inspected him. - Espera acá un minuto, ya vuelvo (I'll be back in a minute, wait here) - said the woman and entered the house, closing the door behind her. While waiting, he took a look around the place. Pedestrians were walking around, looking at him, just like some old ladies who were sitting in the porch of the house chatting. For a moment, he felt like a zoo animal. Around ten minutes later, the door opened again and Beca appeared, closing the door behind her and walking towards him. She opened the bars door and let him in. They looked at each other in silence for a moment and then hugged, like if neither of them could believe that was happening. After the hug, he pressed his head against her forehead and smile. He missed her so much. He looked at her and couldn't even believe it. She was way more beautiful than he remembered. - Why did you leave? - he asked her - It's a long story. -she replied. - I thought I lost you forever.- he replied, sighing in relief to know that he was finally with her again. - I ... Why are you here Sy? Why are you in Argentina? - I came to you. I want you to come back with me. - he begged her. - I can't. I lost my visa when I gave up my scholarship. - she explained - You can get it back or maybe a work visa - he suggested - It's not that easy, Sy. You know it. - I'm not giving up. I'm going to find a way to bring you back. Please, take me back. - I would, but I don't think I can get back there. Things are way more complicated than you think. - she paused and took a deep breath. Then, she looked into his eyes and asked him to follow her. They entered the house. Rebeca asked him to wait in the living room as she went into another room. While waiting, Syverson inspected the place. It was a homie. It wasn't different from his house or any other American house, but it felt different. The smell of homemade food being cooked; there was a certain cosiness and warmness that it was hard to explain. No wonder she wanted to go back there instead of staying in the coldness of the solitary house she used to live in Washington.  He heard a room door open and he settled his eyes in the direction in which Beca disappeared. He froze as he saw her enter the living room with a little girl on her arms. She had the same eyes and curly brown hair that Rebeca, but her face...her face looked like him. It was like looking at the pictures that his mother had of him as a little kid, but with long curly hair. Rebeca sat in a chair next to a table, while looked at the little girl, who was shyly hiding her face on her chest, grabbing some of her curls. Sy kneeled before them, without taking his eyes out of the little girl, speechless. He tried to stroke the girls' hair but she hid even more. Beca caressed her and told her that it was ok. - He's daddy. Do you remember daddy? I showed you pictures of him and talked to you about him? He's here. - she explained the little girl. - Does she speak English? - asked Sy, without even thinking. He still was in shock. - Yes. I decided to teach her both English and Spanish at the same time. She's still learning, but she understands when you speak to her in both languages.- she explained. - Hi, baby. I'm your daddy.- he replied, with tears in his eyes. He couldn't believe he had a daughter. - Why... -he began, looking at Beca. He didn't have to finish his question because she knew exactly what he was going to ask. - I was going to tell you that day, but then I couldn't. For lots of reasons. I think you might understand why I did it. - I do. - he agreed. She didn't need to explain anything. Whatever happened, happened. He knew that somehow Beca made the right call. It wouldn't have been the same those years if he would have known that she was alone taking care of his child, but he couldn't leave his squad alone either. He felt terrible for losing a year of his daughter's life; for not being there the day she was born, her firsts steps, her first word. Nonetheless, he would be for the rest of her important moments. And no matter how hard I'd be, he would find a way to take his woman and his daughter back with him.

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- Mommy, mommy, look what daddy bought me! - said Alma running into her mother's arms to show her the new toy she's got. It was a plastic gun. - See? Now I'm a warrior like daddy. - the little 5 years old girl told her mother while pretending to shoot with the gun. - Seriously, Syverson, a gun? - Rebeca reprimanded her husband for the toy he gave to their daughter. - Hey, she chose it herself, ok? - he defended himself, grabbing her wife by her hips and kissing her. - A kiss is not going to get you out of trouble, mister. Tell me, do you think a gun is an appropriate toy for a little girl? - Girls can be awesome soldiers too, ma'am. - he pointed out - I'm not saying that's not an appropriate toy because she's a girl, I'm saying that toy isn't appropriate for a child of any gender. - Apologies, my lady, you're right. But, you know her, she'll leave it on the floor and forget about it in two days, as she does with all of her toys. - he said grinning. - You're lucky you're right, sir, otherwise there was not going to be more kisses for you. - And that would be the end of me. - he finished the conversation, kissing her while he stroked her face.

The end.

Notes: *In Argentina, is a polite way to ask people you don't know who they are and why are they calling at the door.

[candycanes19]

Playing in the Dark with No Escape  ***NON CON***

PLEASE READ THAT THIS IS DARK.  NON CON   RAPE

It is dark with just a bit of sun shining through the small window and you are alone.  Thankfully Daniel is not beside you and you relax and sit up and realize that your left arm is not cuffed.  You get up and go to the door wishing that it would open but it doesn’t.  You head into the bathroom and deal with your morning routine. 

Daniel had given you some comfy pajamas so at least you did not feel that exposed constantly. But right now the thought of a shower sounded perfect so you turned on the water and then walked in and let the water spray over you.   You were scrubbing yourself off hard to try and get rid of anything Daniel on you but you knew that was impossible because unfortunately some of it was mental and those images might never leave you but hopefully they will disappear.

Finally after attempting to wash the sin away you sat down on the shower floor and hugged yourself and just cried.  You felt so ashamed and horrible for letting this man hurt you and you knew it was not your fault but you were stuck.  He had you locked in a room like a caged animal.  You missed your life and you wanted it back.  

Fighting Daniel was hard because he was strong and overpowered you easily.  And he kept claiming he was in love with you and you barely knew him.  You had seen him around the office and it was true he was handsome oh so handsome.  But those were the ones you needed to be careful of and you weren’t and now you were his prisoner.  

And he was obsessed with getting you pregnant with his baby.  You were freaking out because he sure was not using condoms and you were not on birth control because you had no need at that time to be on it.  So there was a good chance his goal was going to happen and bringing a baby into this situation was bad, very bad.   

Daniel seemed determined to knock you up but if he was hurting you, how would he treat your baby?   The thought of Daniel hurting a baby or your baby made you sick.  A baby was precious and needed to be taken care of and loved.   You thought to yourself if you did get pregnant which was not out of the question would you be able to handle it and how it was conceived and that Daniel would be the father?

The water in the shower started to turn cold so you shook your head of all the thoughts and turned off the water and got out.  You dried yourself up and did not want to see your reflection from the crying so you walked out of the bathroom.  

“Princess” you jumped when you heard the nickname and saw Daniel standing there still in his suit.  He looked immaculate and dashing.

“I was wondering where you were but then I heard the water running and was happy that you were awake” he walked over to you with a devilish grin.  He let his finger wander along your collarbone and then grabbed the towel and ripped it off of your body.  You made a run for the door but he was on your so fast that you both tripped and fell onto the ground.  Daniel was on top of you and pinned you to the floor.

“Princess, why do you keep feeling the need to run away.  I am not going to hurt you baby.” And he used his body to keep you still and you heard the familiar sound of a zipper being undone and that pissed you off again.  It took every bit of your strength and when he was a bit distracted you elbowed him in his side.

“Oof” Daniel groaned and fell slightly and you tried to move away but that little hit did not do much, “Whore seriously?” and that pissed him off even more and he slammed you back down on the floor. 

Your cheek hit the hard floor and you cried out, “Oww” but before you could say anything else he kicked your legs apart and lifted your hips just enough to slam his cock into you.  You thrashed but he seemed to be enjoying you fighting him.  

“Fuck baby you like it rough huh? Then that is how it will happen more often.  Fuck you are so good for me.” his thrusts got rougher and harder and he was hitting you in the right spots and unfortunately came for him.  He continued his rough pace until he emptied his come inside your pussy.

“Fuck fuck fuck” and then he collaspsed on you.  You were squished and it was uncomfortable especially with Daniel’s huge body laying on top of you.

“Get the fuck off of me” you screamed and Daniel unceremoniously pulled out roughly which hurt and then you were yanked up by the arm.

“Telling me what to do? You think you have that right when you keep trying to get away.”  He turned you around and slapped you across the face and you fell onto the floor again.

You tried to get up and he kicked you, “Whores stay on the floor when they do not listen.  If you get up again, you will be sorry.’  you hugged yourself and cried while Daniel tucked himself back into his pants and left the room.  

After a bit you got up and put on some clothes and went and got into the bed. You grabbed the blanket and covered yourself up.  

You thoughts were going everywhere what the fuck was wrong with him.  He said he would not hurt you yet he hits you and calls you whore and rapes you again.  Talking to yourself, “I don’t care about me anymore.  I can’t do this why? God why? Just one little miracle to let me go please?  I beg of you please please?” and you cry yourself to sleep like normal.

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Daniel shows himself again after a bit with food for you.  You sit up and decide fighting him is not worth your energy.  He sets the tray down in front of you and then sits next to you.

“Princess, I am so sorry for hitting you. I didn't mean to hurt you.  I love you but you were trying to get away and I just do not understand why?  I know you are scared after what I did and I wish I had not done that but you needed to be taught a lesson.  Now eat your food and if you are good later I might let you go outside and get some fresh air.” 

You eat your food and do not ask any questions. Because maybe you can distract him and run away and be free of this madman.

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Sure enough Daniel kept his word and took you to the backyard of his brownstone house. It felt so good to be outside and see the world.  Even if it had only been a couple of days.  Still you were not stuck in the dark room and it was early evening but it just felt like freedom.  You were looking around to see if there was any way to escape but Daniel was constantly by your side and watching you like a hawk. 

“Are you enjoying yourself princess?” he asked you, pulling you against him in a hug.

“Yes Daniel now please let me go.  I want to go home.” you insisted which was not smart because he grabbed your hair and made you look up at him.

“What did I tell you before?  This is your home and you hopefully have conceived by now with my child.  So there is no place for you to go.  Do I make myself clear?” then he pushed you down onto the grass. 

You sat there as he looked down at you with pure hatred.  He grabbed your head with one hand and undid his zipper with the other and roared, “Suck my cock whore” and he push you towards his hard cock.  You did as he said and opened your mouth and he pushed his cock into your mouth.  

“Fuck I knew you would be good at this princess.  Sucking me off like such a good princess. Fuck”  you licked and sucked and Daniel seemed happy and then he pulled out quickly.

 He lifted you up and laid you down on the patio sofa and opened your legs and pushed your panties to the side and thrust into you.  You were not surprised at this point and just laid there and let him do his thing.  

He came in you hard and painted your pussy white, “Fuck, ok princess let’s get you off now” and he continued to thrust into you and he played with your clit and you came quickly.

“Good girl for coming on my cock and letting me give you more of my seed.  Hopefully we have conceived by now.” he stated nonchalantly.

You did not reply because how could he be so excited about a baby when he is cruel to you.  You still were worried about how he would treat a baby.  But he seemed very determined to put a baby in you.

Daniel pulled out and fixed himself and you.  He then helped you down off the table and brought you to sit by him on the patio sofa. 

He kissed your temple and then turned your face so you could look at him and he leaned in for a kiss and you tried to move away but he held your face so you could not turn away.  And he made you kiss him again.

After the kiss you pulled back and got up but Daniel grabbed you around your waist and you tried to fight him and scream but he put his hand over your mouth.

“Hush Princess, no one can hear you.  I know my neighbors are both gone out of town that is why I gave you this time outside.  I know what you are trying to do but you will not leave me ever. You are mine and always will be mine.” and with that you gave up your fight again. 

He dragged you back up to the room and left you in there alone.  

You slammed your hands against the door, “Why me Daniel why?” you stopped because what was the point and your hands hurt.  You sank to the floor and ended up falling asleep right there.  You were exhausted, nauseous and just done with everything and were starting to wonder if your only hope was to be the mother of Daniel’s children. 

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willow

Summary: Life was a willow and it bent right to your wind (inspiration from “willow”  by taylor swift)

genre: angst with a happy ending

warnings: swearing

Sometimes, Dan just wishes he tried harder. Other times, he’s just happy he’s still loved by Phil.

There was a time when it was just them against the world. They were scary times but, in a way, Dan had felt the safest during them. Every single risk was taken together and somehow they all paid off. Phil was an anchor, solid to the ground and Dan just clung on for dear life, unable to sway every which way. They were a team, initially fuelled by admiration and love, later fuelled by passion and creativity. 

It wasn’t that Dan fell out of love, quite the opposite actually. It was more that he fell so in love that he was scared of how deep he could go. There was a time when he couldn’t do anything without Phil being by his side and that was well and truly terrifying because he was a grown man, so co-dependant that thoughts of how he’d cope alone kept him up at night. The conversation hadn’t gone well, Phil was left hurt and broken down. Dan was left empty.

But they grew; like a willow tree. Strong and beautiful, using their roots to bloom. Their fans were loyal, sticking by them through the awkwardness and turmoil. They never really understood, though.

Dan had thought something was wrong with Phil for a while. He was...happy. And not in his usual Phil way, but something much deeper. His smile was wider, his tongue peeking out the corner more often. He was fresh and ready to work on his projects, never letting the strenuous hours of work he was doing per day get him down. 

Dan was happy for him of course, happy that he didn’t dwell on the past. Phil still loved him, though in a much different way to what he once did. Dan told himself that was fine, though.

“Hey...” Phil started, wandering into the living room. It was 10am. Dan hadn’t slept, but he could tell from the way that Phil sat opposite him, his leg not pulled up beneath him, that it was serious.

Dan stopped his typing, peering over the top of his laptop. Phil was looking at him expectantly, his face pulled into an unreadable expression.

“Um, hi?” Dan said, raising an eyebrow.

“Dan, I’m going to talk and you’re going to listen, okay?” he said, lip worried between his teeth.

“Phil...” 

“I’m seeing someone. He’s really incredible,” Phil whispered, head down turned. 

The pain wasn’t instant, rather a numbness. It took over Dan’s brain like fire, his fingers tingling. He pulled his lips into a smile, what did he expect? 

“That’s wonderful, I’m very happy for you,” Dan lied. Phil rolled his eyes at him.

“You’re a terrible liar, but thanks for trying.”

“I’m sorry,” Dan whispered. “I really am happy for you, Phil.”

“Doesn’t mean it doesn’t hurt though, right?” Phil said sadly, his hand grabbing hold of Dan’s. “This doesn’t change us, okay?”

“Phil, don’t worry. I’m not a child,” Dan smiled, squeezing Phil’s hand. The sentiment was nicer than Dan would admit.

It wasn’t true, though. Everything did change and Dan had to pretend it was okay. Even worse, Owen was lovely. He was tall and poised, hair a curly mop atop his head, not unlike Dan’s, with kind green eyes that quite literally twinkled, even under the dim light of Dan and Phil’s living room light. Dan had to sit in the living room and watch a film with them as they giggled, curled up on the one person armchair as if there wasn’t a whole sofa.

“I think I’m gonna retire,” Dan said halfway through the film, when the sound of smacking lips was almost too much for his heart to handle; on the precipice of shattering. He was heartbroken in a way he never had been before.

He stood up, muttering a goodnight in Phil’s direction.

When he was in his bed, he didn’t cry like he wanted to. He just scrolled through depressing quotes on Tumblr, liking a few and leaving the detecting skills up to the fans. He was hurting so badly. He realised he never had really gotten out of that pit. He was falling deeper, but this time he didn’t have Phil’s chest to soften his fall, or his hand to hold when he got a little too close to the end. 

Head on the pillow, I could feel you sneakin' in

He could see people already speculating, but it just hurt his heart even more to see the theories.

There was a knock at the door at 12:07am.

“Dan?” Phil’s voice drifted to him.

“Phil,” Dan replied, his voice was much more cracked then he would’ve liked.

“I’m sorry,” Phil whispered. Dan heard him shuffling, confused until the corner of his duvet lifted up and Phil slipped in beside him, their faces inches away.

“What are y-” Dan started.

“I��m trying to apologise to you, you stubborn bitch,” Phil joked, eyes half-lidded.

“You don’t need to apologise, Phil. You deserve to be happy,” Dan promised. Phil’s hand emerged from under the duvet, cradling Dan’s cheek. He felt Phil swipe under his eyes. When did he start to cry?

“So do you,” Phil mumbled, tilting his head. 

“I already fucked it up. Don’t let me do it again,” Dan said.

“I love you, idiot,” Phil said, his voice sounded sad now. “But I love Owen, too.”

“I love you, too, Phil,” Dan whispered, choking on a sob.

Phil cradled Dan, pulling him into his chest with an arm around him.

“Well what are we going to do?” Phil asked. He sounded so fucking tired; almost as tired as Dan felt.

“I don’t know.”

“Me neither.”

The more that you say, the less I know

Dan was lost. He woke up the morning after, his bed empty and freezing cold. He wasn’t thriving anymore. He couldn’t go on Tumblr or twitter without seeing his face and he couldn’t go into his own kitchen without seeing his face either.

That's why he was at Reading train station, his mouth dry as he recited his family home address.

His mum didn’t ask too many questions when he called. As soon as he told her, she told him to come to her. 

Going back home was positive in ways, but really negative in others. Especially when he’d spent a Christmas with the Lester's once. His childhood home was cold and filled with terrifying things, mental demons and sign posts of things that made him feel nauseous.

“Sweetheart, I made tea,” his mum said, unsure on how to react. 

Dan was already crying by the time they’d sat down at the table, telling his mum everything. She probably struggled to follow, but she nodded along and reached out a hand to hold Dan’s when he started clenching his fist, unsure on what to do with his muscles.

“Dan,” she said slowly, her eyes were kind. “You love Phil.”

“That’s the problem,” he whispered, using the heel of his hand to wipe his eyes. “That’s the fucking problem. Because he loves me, too.”

“And I love you, too,” she said. “I know it’s not the same, Daniel, but we’re strong, yeah? We’re here together. I know it’s weird for you, but I’m really happy. You’ve grown into everything I wanted for my child. You’re capable and wise and so so intelligent, Dan. Phil is your best friend, don’t let this ruin you.”

“I’m trying,” he breathed.

“I know, love.”

-

Dan had been ‘home’ for 5 days. It had only been him and his mum. They’d bonded and done things together that they should’ve done before he was 29 years old, but they did them. He felt..happy?

He was woken in the night though, his phone vibrating on the table rousing him from an actually peaceful sleep.

“Phiw?” Dan slurred, eyes squinted at the clock 12:07am

“Dan, come home.”

Phil was sobbing down the phone, actual painful sobs that tore Dan’s heart out.

“Phil, fuck, are you okay?” Dan panicked, jumping out of bed. He was topless, exposed to the cold air, but he didn’t really care.

“Dan, please,” was all Phil cried. 

Show me the places where the others gave you scars

“Mum, I have to go,” Dan heard himself saying, knocking on the door to his mums room.

“Why? Are you okay?” she asked groggily. A mothers instinct.

“It’s Phil,” Dan stuttered. “He just called. He’s sobbing down the phone to me, he won’t tell me what's wrong.”

-

Dan’s mum had helped him pack his stuff and gathered him up into her car.

“Mum, it’s like a 90-minute drive.”

“Darling,” was all she said with a shake of her head. “Some things are more important than an extra 90 minutes in bed.”

The ride was tense though, Dan was constantly texting Phil telling him he was on his way,

5 minutes

was the last thing he sent before he was clambering out of his mums car and getting his bags out the boot.

“Bye, mum, thankyou for everything,” Dan said as she stepped out the car to wrap him in a hug, somehow managing despite her tiny frame.

“I love you, look after him.”

“I love you, too. And I will.”

He waved her off, jittering anxiously to get to Phil. Once she was off in the distance, he went up to their apartment, opening the door.

“Phil?” Dan called, dropping his bags down. He was about to go looking before he was pushed up against a wall, lips covering his own. Dan could still taste the salt of his tears.

“Dan,” Phil whimpered as they pulled away briefly for air before reconnecting their lips.

“I’ve got you, bub,” Dan mumbled, pulling Phil even closer to him, two large hands covering his lower back till they were pushed flushed together from head to toe.

They just kept kissing, but their hands stayed where they were. Phil’s embracing around Dan’s neck and Dan rubbing gentle circles into Phil’s back.

When they finally pulled away, Phil rested his forehead against Dan’s, sniffling slightly.

“Dan, I love you.”

“I love you.”

-

When Phil had calmed down, Dan had managed to get him to settle down in his bed to have a bit of extra sleep, clinging to Dan like a koala. Dan would never let him go again if he could help it.

“Dan,” Phil mumbled before he slept, yawning.

“Hmm?” Dan whispered.

“I’m sorry it took so long for me to realise. It’s always been you. I really didn’t want it to be, but it is.”

“It’s always been us, Phil,” Dan promised, kissing the top of his head.

“Dan and Phil vs the world,” Phil muttered, nestling more into Dan’s chest.

I'm begging for you to take my hand Wreck my plans, that's my man

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I Hate You, I Love You, Chapter 119

Chapter Summary - Tom and Danielle go house hunting.

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‘What do you think?’ Tom asked as they pulled up to the house.

‘It’s a bit….big. What are we planning, a hundred and one dogs?’ Danielle looked at it. ‘It’s a bit fancy.’

‘Why not get something fancy if we are planning a home at all?’ Tom challenged.

‘Because I don’t want to have mortgage repayments of ten thousand pounds a month I suppose.’ Danielle commented in a bedpan tone. ‘I cannot afford to look at houses like this, Tom.’ She indicated to the house, how much is this even going for?’

‘Just shy of two.’

‘Two what?’ Tom did not look at her. ‘Million? Two million? Tom, what the hell are you thinking?’ She looked at him in shock.

‘That overall, this is a good house, it is big.’

‘I can see that.’ She looked at it again.

‘The front of it is like your parents.’ He pointed out. Danielle had to agree with him, it did. ‘Just look at it, please.’

‘Tom, I think it goes without saying, I cannot afford this.’ She stated. ‘I can’t.’

‘Please Elle, just take a look, we’ll talk more about that in a while.’

Danielle chewed her lip. ‘This is madness.’ she shook her head. ‘What made you even look at this?’

‘I want us to have a nice home.’

‘Nice does not have to equate to two fucking million.’ Danielle pointed out.

‘No, it doesn’t. It doesn’t mean it can’t either.’

‘Madness.’ Danielle shook her head as she got out of the car as the estate agent walked towards them.

Tom got out too and smiled. ‘Good afternoon, sorry for the delay.’

‘Not at all, was the drive out okay?’ He shook Tom’s hand. ‘Arthur Shrewsbury, by the way.’

‘Tom, and this is Danielle.’ He indicated to Danielle who had come up beside him, the estate agent shaking her hand too as she politely smiled at him. ‘The drive out was fine, bar the obvious delay we contacted you about.’ He smiled.

‘Well, let’s not delay any longer, I am sure you have a few places you wish to look at in the area, and we have a bit to go through here. It is a considerable 6,500 square foot property, and includes a car garage, several converted outhouses, a tennis court and a swimming pool.’ Tom refused to look at Danielle as she stared at him in disbelief. ‘It boasts six bedrooms, two studies, a living room, a dining room and a kitchen which of course, comes with all modern conveniences, but maintains a more classic look. It is, I should mention, a building that holds a Grade II restriction and cannot be altered externally in a manner that removes from the original design. That said, the roof does have solar panelling, though it is in accordance with the rules regarding its status.’

‘Wonderful.’ Tom smiled as he placed his hand on Danielle’s lower back, urging her inside.

Danielle, though slightly bothered, had to admit that the house was utterly divine. The house was beautifully done, beams exposed and airy. She could not believe the space it possessed as well as soon beautiful furniture.

‘What do you think?’ Tom asked, his eyes bright when the estate agent had left them to look around.

‘Six bedrooms? What would we ever need six bedrooms for?’

‘Mum, Sarah and Yakov, you and me, Emma and Jack, the Duchess, that is five rooms, Emma and Jack will probably have kids, not to mention, we might….’ He looked at her somewhat coyly, not wanting to make her feel like he was pressurizing her.

‘Planning for every eventuality?’ She smiled. ‘It’s huge, and so far from the city.’

‘I consider it a healthy distance from it.’ Danielle made a head gesture in agreement. ‘We don’t have to say yes, but I want us to look at homes like this.’

‘It is ridiculously expensive.’ Danielle commented. ‘I cannot afford half of this.’

‘Elle,’ Tom placed his arms around her. ‘Please, I know you are a very independent and proud woman, it is part of the reason I love you so much, you are strong, but if the reason we cannot get the perfect home for us, and I am not saying this is it, but in general, is because of your current income, I am going to insist on stepping in, because I can afford it, and I want us to be able to have exactly what we want, I think that if we are talking about making a home, it needs to be right.’

‘I would argue more, but considering the Ben and Sophie Hampstead debacle.’

‘Don’t even mention it. Honestly, it is over two years and they are still not in, he is withdrawing the application.’ Tom informed her.

Danielle looked out the window at the multitude of other buildings on the property. ‘That would not be an issue here.’

‘Definitely not.’

‘It’s too much, Tom. How would we ever even keep it clean?’

‘We’d need a cleaner.’ Tom agreed.

‘And a gardener.’ Danielle looked at the sheer amount of green area. ‘It’s a bit mad.’

The pair walked around the house more. When they came to the bedrooms, they stood in awe at the master bedroom. ‘Wow.’ Tom looked around the spacious room and en-suite. ‘This is bigger than I was expecting.’

‘That’s a bit of an understatement.’ Danielle agreed, looking around her. ‘It’s not very “farmhouse” here, is it?’

‘No.’ Tom opened a door. ‘I found a closet.’

‘I found another….wait this is….what is this?’

‘The nursery.’ Tom informed her, looking at the booklet in his hand. ‘It is smaller and off the main bedroom to ensure peace and tranquillity for any infants.’

‘Or a good room for people with weird sexual fetishes.’ Danielle stated calmly before looking at Tom and the pair laughed.

‘That too, I suppose.’ He grinned.

‘I love the name, by the way. Compton Bassett. This is not very Compton. Not the one N.W.A.rapped about anyway.’

Tom laughed again. ‘This is possibly the furthest thing from that Compton you could imagine.’

They looked around some more and assessed the house. ‘It is lovely.’

‘So you would consider it?’ Danielle made a non-committal noise. ‘What is bothering you, other than the price?’

‘The location from London, it is two hours each way, that is a serious amount of driving, I could go Dublin to Galway in two hours.’ She pointed out. ‘Also, I need to ask, but what is with a tennis court for one, we won’t be holding Wimbleton here next summer, and why, for the love of the divine Jesus, is there an outdoor pool, it is East England, it pisses rain three hundred and sixty days a year, the other five is a light mist. That is just madness to me.’

Tom laughed at her Irish turn of phrase and blatant exasperation at the idea of an outdoor swimming pool. ‘Think of the fun we could have in it?’ He winked at her.

‘What fun, your balls would ascend into your torso as a new pair of ovaries, the average temperature around here in summer is mid teens for fucks sake.’

He kissed her. ‘But is it along the lines of what you would like?’

‘I am a country mouse, I would be happy here, there is so much space, it is how I would want it if we have kids. Bobby and Mac would love it too, though I would insist on having some method of stopping them being able to get off the property, farmers tend to have a “shoot to kill” policy on wandering dogs near livestock.’

Tom paled as he looked at her in shock. ‘What?’

‘Farmers shoot straying dogs. You didn’t know this?’ Tom shook his head in horror. ‘Straying dogs chase livestock and can kill several ewes and lambs in a matter of minutes. It is legal for a farmer to shoot on sight, and rightly so. Honestly, people who don’t take control of their dogs need to stop this bullshit of “my dog is a sweetheart” I have seen the result of a “sweet” labrador left to its own devices, fourteen dead pregnant ewes, and several more wounded or with aborted lambs, two and a half thousand pounds old Irish money, that is about the same as here, maybe a little less, it was not pretty. The farmer was forced to sell a field as a result.’ She shook her head. ‘Dog was dead too, and it wasn’t a nice one, dad got him in, two rounds, but he was bleeding too badly, he suffered for about an hour after the shooting, so there were no winners. I don’t want that for our boys, they will be penned off outside or with us and no way to get into the farmland.’ She stated factually.

‘Yes, definitely.’ Tom agreed, shaken by what she had told him.

Seeing that he was still bothered, she put her hand in his and kissed him. ‘Did I upset you?’

‘No...I….I am not as strong stomached as you are.’

‘You never saw an animal give birth, did you?’ He grimaced and shook his head. ‘Oh boy, you need to toughen up. If they make a film adaptation of “All Creatures Great and Small” consider giving it a miss as a character. You shoving your hand up a mare to help pull out a foal would not do you any favours.’

‘Have you….?’

‘Shoved my hand up a cows or horses vagina, yes, several times. It’s all well and good until she shits on you.’

‘Jesus Christ.’ Tom felt nauseous.

‘Town mouse.’ Danielle laughed in return.

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Why me?

Chapter 8- Hurt

Riley is forced out of Cordonia unknowingly to her friends, and moves back to New York.

She is later faced with her past from Cordonia and is hiding a few new secrets. With the help from her New York friends and friends from Cordonia will she escape her current situation and find her happy ever after?

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******

Riley woke up and had taken some aspirin to ease off her headache. It was now mid afternoon and still felt like a knife was stabbing her in the head- she must remember to never drink that much again in the future. Having a dry mouth she dragged her numb and heavy limbs over to the breakfast bar, and decided to have some fruit juice- this would hopefully give her a sugary kick and regain some energy. The thought of food made her feel nauseous.

Whilst attempting to nurse her hangover, she thought of the Beaumont’s and was glad that the brothers had arrived home safely.

She sat down and reminisced about the previous night. Riley enjoyed the night that was spent with her friends; she wondered if Daniel and Lola would get along with her friends from Cordonia. Maybe it would be a bad idea introducing Lola and Olivia, she thought- they were too alike in some certain ways and would clash. And together they would definitely cause trouble. She laughed along with her thoughts and realised she missed the Beaumont brothers already. The words “And Drake misses you too” still lingered in her mind.

Riley grabbed her phone, the bright light made her eyes screw up. She debated whether to ring Drake or not? Would he answer? Did he still care for her like she did for him? For some reason, she felt the need to speak to him, that reason maybe being called Bertrand- who constantly talked about the Walker siblings all night. Maybe she should return to Cordonia? Bertrand said he would help her with anything and that she is still part of their family. Even though she threw her SIM card away, her contacts were saved to her phone. She dialled his number- after dialling for a while it went to voicemail.

Hey you! Hope your okay? I miss you. Was hoping you’d answer. But obviously you are busy. Erm, I don’t know what else to say. So I’ll leave you to it.

Just as she hung up, there was a knock at the door. The lack of energy made it nearly impossible to function. Eventually pushing herself off the sofa; feeling dizzy, she answered the door.

“Nate! What are you doing here? I thought you was in Boston.”

“My meeting got cancelled.”

“Oo, so what are you doing here?”

“So, last night when I text you, I asked if you was just with Daniel and Lola?”

“I was with them when you text me why?”

“But you wasn’t just with them. There was two other guys with you too! You lied to me!”

“Yes there was. They are my friends- more like brothers to me though. But they wasn’t there in the cab with us- which was when you text me. How did you know?”

Riley started to panic now. Was he following them? This isn’t like him at all- he had been so nice until recently. Why does it matter who she was with or who she wasn’t with? She can spend time with who she wants, only she could control her life.

“I came to the club to surprise you after my meeting got cancelled. I’m sorry if I sound like a jerk- I just thought we had something special. I know we’re not together but I feel there’s something there.”

He walked over towards Riley, cupped her cheek and kissed her softly on the lips. The kiss meant nothing to her- they weren’t in a relationship and she was having doubts about who the ‘real’ Nate is. They were just two single people who met one night and have hung out a few times. They’d known each other just over a week, and his personality was like Jekyll and Hyde- one moment he was the handsome charmer, the next he was jerk who thought he control her life.

“I need to head off back to work, I’ll ring you later?”

“Sure. Bye.”

******

Drake had gone to his room and searched for flights to New York, the earliest one wasn’t leaving for a couple of days. Debating what to do, he poured himself a shot of whiskey. Should he just book a flight? Should he ask the Beaumont’s to go with him as they know where she would be? Alcohol wasn’t the answer especially at this time of day, but Drake didn’t have anything better to do until he could get a flight over to the States.

Maxwell went to look for Drake, he saw him rush out of the room after Savannah’s stunt. He felt guilty for not telling him that he and Bertrand went to New York.

“Buddy? Are you in there? Drake?”

Maxwell opened the door and saw Drake slumped on the floor, bottle of whiskey in hand. He slid down to sit beside his friend.

“Drake, I’m sorry. I needed to see her - she rung me. I wanted to make sure she was okay ya know..... we think she may come back.”

“What? She’s coming back?” Maybe I don’t need to go there now? She will be back soon?

“Well I don’t know for sure. But Bertrand kept drilling it in her head that we all miss her. She’s doing okay- she’s got a new job, she’s living with Daniel. But she seemed panicked when I found her. Kept mentioning King Father’s name but didn’t say anything else, just said he blackmailed her, hurt her and exiled her. But Riley can be a bit over dramatic at times.”

“Max, the reason she left was because he tried to rape her.....he told her to leave.... he hurt her.... I lost her.” He said, sadly crying into his hands.

Maxwell was shocked at Drakes confession about Constantine. Knowing now how hard it would have been for Riley to elaborate on her reasoning for leaving. Feeling guilty that his friends couldn’t be together because of this incident. But Maxwell was determined to try and fix their relationship and mend the broken bridges.

“Hey Drake? Where’s your phone?”

Drake pointed to the bed, then Maxwell picked it up and started typing Riley’s new number in it.

“Here, give her a ring... you’ve got a voicemail by the way! See ya later bud.”

*****

Riley’s hangover eventually but gradually disappeared, so she got finally got dressed for the day. Drake hadn’t returned her call. She couldn’t blame him, he probably hated her- it was obviously a stupid mistake ringing him.

Nate had called her shortly after he left and asked her out for dinner, to apologise for him being a jerk earlier on. They went a few hours before she started work at 9pm.

“Hey, you look beautiful!”

“Thanks! I’m sorry about last night. My drunk mind thought you meant was I with them when you text me- which I was. If I’d have known you was there....”

“Riley it’s fine. I should be saying sorry. Let’s go and eat.”

They had their food, and Nate offered to walk her back to the apartment before she had to leave for work.

When they arrived, Riley explained that she needed to go quickly into the shower before she needed to rush of to work and for him to make himself feel at home.

*****

Drake had finally sobered up after drowning his sorrows with nearly a full bottle of Whiskey. He decided to listen to the voicemail, expecting it to not be important.

As he listened to her voice, his heart shattered into tiny pieces. He kept playing it on repeat- torturing himself because she wasn’t with him in person. Maybe Maxwell and Bertrand going was a good idea. Could she want to come back, could they have the future they had planned? He dialled her number and waited nervously for her answer.

Riley’s phone accepted his phone call....

“Brooks! I miss you. I love you. Please don’t hang up on me. Please come back.”

“Hello? Who’s this?”

“Drake. Who’s this? Where’s Riley?”

“I’m Nate, her boyfriend. She’s not available right now. Can I leave a message?”

Drake hung up. ‘I’m Nate, her boyfriend’ just kept repeating in his head. He knew then, that he’d lost her for good. Reaching for another bottle of whiskey, Drake was hoping it would cure the pain his heart was feeling.

*****

Riley came out of the shower, towel drying her hair. Looking at Nate, she noticed his genuine smile had disappeared.

“Nate? What’s up?”

“NOTHING RILEY! IS THERE SOMETHING YOU NEED TO TELL ME?” Shouting in her face, the anger in his face, made Riley’s lip tremble and her body shake.

“What’s wrong? You’re scaring me.”

“I’m scaring you am I? First I see you with two men who you failed to mention was with you, and now I’ve just spoken to some love sick puppy called Drake! Who is he Riley?”

“He... he... I left him. Be- before I came back here. He’s in my past.”

“Past really? Don’t make me laugh Riley. He said he loved you and to go back.”

Riley was petrified, Drake eventually did return her call- it was obvious now that he didn’t hate her. But the timing of the call was bad timing. Who gave Nate the right to answer her phone she thought? She hoped he hadn’t gone through her texts to and from the Beaumont’s, those texts would give anyone with jealousy the wrong impression. She was taken away from her thoughts as he turned her around and pinned her against the wall- her face suffocating against the wall and her back facing his chest. He dragged her wrist behind her back lining it in the centre of her back- staying in that position forcing it to go higher up her back causing her arm to be in a V shape position. The force of his grip was causing excruciating pain. She wondered what he would do? Would he punch her upper arm, threatening to break it as it was in a vulnerable position? Is her shoulder going to dislocate?

“Nate, please! You’re hurting me!”

“I’m hurting you? You are embarrassing me! Sleeping with me then having other men hug you and tell you they love you.”

“Nate please! I’m begging you to stop. I haven’t done anything wrong. Please..... I’m sorry.”

He let go of her wrist, and instead pulled her hair so her head was forced back towards his, as he whispered ‘I’m the one that’s been here with you and for you. We can have a future. Stop embarrassing me and block them NOW.”

Loosening the grip of her hair, he pushed her head forward to the wall, then stormed out of the apartment. Riley turned around, slid down the wall - collapsing to the floor. Her eyes looked like a waterfall, the tears running down her face uncontrollably and her chest acting as the plunge pool. The words and hurt of what had just happened replayed in her mind as if it was on loop. After a while of crying, anger built up inside of her- she realised she didn’t do anything wrong. They weren’t in a relationship and she let Drake go- that wasn’t a lie. It’s her fault she wasn’t with the man she loved. She crawled over to her phone, holding onto her shoulder and then her wrist, when she pressed the dial button.

*****

Maxwell and Bertrand were sat having afternoon tea with Olivia and Hana, when Maxwell’s phone rang. The girls knew he was keeping in touch with Riley so he put it on loud speaker.

“Hey Ri, how you doing? Miss you!”

“Maxwell! To be honest I’m a mess. How often are flights to Cordonia?”

“Erm, I don’t know why?”

“Because I’m fed up of being fucked about, being blamed for things I haven’t even done. I’m fed up of crying. No one messes with a New Yorker! I need to get the old me back out of this shell. The old Riley Brooks who had spunk is coming back, and I’m getting my man and friends back- no one is going to stop me this time.”

As she hung up, Olivia smirked at Maxwell- “That’s my girl!”

[jovialyouthmusic]

The Many Lives of Drake Walker

5 Wedding Guests

In which we gatecrash Drake’s wedding - but which Drake is it?

The next day was a lazy one for me, until later afternoon when I had family over for a meal. I ate and drank too much and didn’t feel like writing, but after my partner went to bed I opened up a file and added a sentence or two before I minimised and saw Drake waiting.

Hey. His expression was soft and he looked more at peace than I had last seen him. How was your day?

‘Nice. I had family over for dinner and now I feel like a beached whale’

I have a good remedy for that – come over and you’ll feel right as rain. Just make sure you’re comfortable first – you don’t want to have to go for a bathroom break in the middle of something’ He waggled his eyebrows.

‘I’m fine, here I come’ I put my hand to the screen and closed my eyes. When I landed on the other side I was sitting on the couch where I had last been. It was day and the fire was just barely warm. I could tell by the light from the window that there was snow on the ground, as was the case most of the year round in Lythikos.

’I won’t offer you anything to eat or drink’ he joked ‘Perhaps today you’d like to be someone else - just a test run, my former companions said it felt odd being another character. As we’re in Lythikos perhaps you could try some winter sports?’

‘I can’t skate or ski to save my life’ I protested

‘That’s the beauty – you can ‘borrow’ Riley’s body and it will all come naturally’

‘Oh!’ I cried ‘I’d so love to be able to skate – it’s so elegant. I daren’t try for real, I’m scared of falling. I’m on medication and I bruise like a peach’

‘I’m sorry to hear that. It will be good practice – next time we can try something more adventurous. Perhaps the work of another writer?’

‘Maybe, I should really dip my toes into the water, as it were’ I mused. ‘So how do I become Riley?’

‘Okay, we need to go back to the waiting area and find a Riley who’s not being used, if that makes sense’ I raised my eyebrows

‘I suppose so – alright, here we go’ I closed my eyes and thought about the place we had first gone to – the white waiting area where the characters waited to be called by the readers and writers. I opened my eyes and we stood there, characters sitting chatting, walking around or simply sitting quietly.

‘Here’ said Drake, and led me to a lone figure. It was recognisably the Riley that I had played so many times, white skinned and dark haired. She appeared to be alive, but looked totally blank. She responded when Drake took her hand and she stood, still looking blank but smiling slightly. He looked at her and caressed her cheek.

‘She was my first’ he said ‘Be gentle with her’. He cleared his throat. ‘Stand behind her – close your eyes and step forward. It will feel odd, but only for a short while.  It’s quite safe I promise, and it’s easy to get out’ I nodded, stood behind the smiling figure and stepped forward with my eyes closed. I gasped or tried to; for a moment I was disembodied, then suddenly full as if putting on a tight fitting body stocking all at once. I gasped for real, and opened my eyes. Drake took my hand and squeezed it tight. I felt full and my body shape was unfamiliar. I also felt rather sick, and my knees buckled. Drake held me up.

‘It’s okay Les, it’s okay’ He reassured me ‘It will feel normal in just a few seconds’ I gagged and grasped at him, the nausea increasing. Then suddenly it all settled and I felt normal. I took a deep breath, so deep it was as if it was my first.

‘Oh God, why would anyone want to do that twice?’ My voice was unfamiliar. ‘How the hell do I get out again?’ Drake held my arm.

‘It’s okay, just stay with it. I promise it will wear off, You just seem to be having an extreme reaction. With practice it will be just like getting dressed, or so the others told me.’

‘Who the hell did it first – how did they find out how?’

‘It’s more common than you’d think – its origins go back to shamanistic rituals. It’s very ancient and before it was like this, people accessed it from spoken stories and legends, and then books. The body you’re moving into is more defined because you can see it on the screen originally’

‘Why don’t we know about it then?’ I asked ‘If it’s so common?’ Drake shrugged.

‘When I say common, maybe I exaggerated. Only a few can do it, but it’s easier now, and the population is larger than ancient times, so the proportion is the same but the number is bigger’ He shook his head ‘That’s as good as I can describe it. How are you feeling now?’

‘Better – and how exactly do I get out again?’

‘Just close your eyes, make an intention to leave and step back’

‘How do you mean, make an intention?’ I asked, puzzled.

‘You have to intend to do it, otherwise you’d drop out every time you closed your eyes’ He smiled ‘Now just walk about, get used to moving, then we can hit the ice – or the slopes.’ I was wobbly to start with, and it took a while to move smoothly, but not too long.

‘What do I look like?’ I asked

‘See for yourself’ He led me over to a mirror and I looked. It was very odd, as my face wasn’t stable, but rippled as if it were under water and changed from my face to Riley’s. It made me feel a little nauseous again and I closed my eyes.

‘When you’ve made your mind up who you are, it will stabilise’ he explained ‘But it’s quite normal to be changeable at first. You can pick any faceclaim you like, or substitute your own, it’s up to you.’

‘I'll use Riley’s so that I don’t confuse folk, and I have an idea as to where I’d like to go. I think I need more time to acclimatise before I do anything as major as skating or skiing.’

‘Okay’ Drake smiled ‘Where did you have in mind?’

‘Well’ I cleared my throat ‘It is somewhat different’ He cocked an eyebrow at me

‘I’m listening’

‘Well – I’m not sure how it would work for you – whether you personally would feel comfortable, or whether I go alone, or you hide your identity…’ He still looked apprehensive, so I went on.

‘It’s the one Olivia was talking about – the three hander with her, you and Liam – a ‘Driam’ plus Olivia’ Drake closed his eyes

‘I’m tuning in – some other Drake has played out a new chapter and it’s feeding through’ he said. He squeezed his eyes shut. I waited with bated breath as he took it all in. ‘Right’ he said ‘There are a group of Drakes that play in the Driam fics, and I’m not one of them. I have played in scenes with other versions of me, and when they are as different as this, It’s fine for me to go along. The reader won’t see me, and the characters present will accept me as I am as long as my faceclaim isn’t the same.’  I wrinkled my forehead (or was it Riley’s?) as I tried to remember.

‘I don’t think that writer has one’ I said ‘So maybe you could go as Daniel di Tomasso, as the default will most likely be how you look right now?’ Drake grinned and his face changed - it was freaky but the result was very satisfying - my knees went just a little weak and my heart fluttered.

‘Whatever you like, Les’ he replied ‘Riley has a part in it helping Drake get ready for his wedding, so you can play if you like. It will lead in to a new chapter’

‘Okay – are you ready?’ I asked ‘You had better lead as I don’t quite know how to do it just yet’

‘Oh you need me to tune in’ he said. ‘Take my hand and close your eyes’ I did so, and when I opened them we were standing in a group of people all standing around waiting. Liam and Drake entered, and simply walked through, smiling and greeting people before going through a door which closed behind them. Maxwell was first to approach us

‘Hey Les! Walker, my man – come to watch your own wedding?’ He asked. ‘Drake doesn’t know, but Liam’s about to propose, and I’m going to be the one to marry them.’ He grinned ‘It was Olivia’s idea – a small private ceremony with all their closest friends before the official wedding between Olivia and Liam.’

‘Oh, that’s so sweet’ I smiled ‘I’ve really enjoyed reading this one, and that is such a nice touch’ ‘My Drake smiled too.

‘Well this version of me is totally straight, but I couldn’t be happier that I’ll be happy with Liam – if that makes sense. For me it’s Bromance not romance with my pal’ he said drily. The door opened, and Liam appeared, beaming with happiness

‘He said Yes!’ he grinned, and the room erupted into action making preparations. Olivia sidled up to me

‘I know it’s you Les – as you’re playing Riley, you get to help Drake smarten up a bit – you need to take him into the bathroom and make him into a respectable groom. You’ll do a great job’ I felt Riley taking over and walking to the bathroom but once the door was closed, as it hadn’t been written, I was free to do what I wanted.

‘Hey Les’ he said, and I looked at him quizzically. He put his hand on my arm. ’I’m linked to ‘your’ Drake so I know it’s you driving Riley. Thanks for dropping by’

‘It’s a little odd’ I replied ‘But I guess you are pretty happy right now’ He nodded ‘And I’m to spruce you up – so let’s get your hair in order – and I appear to have a buttonhole for you’ It wasn’t long before I’d done my job. He looked nervous, and I patted his arm.

‘Thanks Les – I am happy. Let’s do this!’ We walked out together to cheers and congratulations and slaps on the back. I stepped aside as he took his nephew Bartie in his arms for the ceremony, holding back tears at how beautiful it all was. That ceremony was followed by the ‘proper’ or official wedding at the cathedral, and as I paraded around as Riley I kept seeing ‘my’ Drake lurking on the edges of the scenes. I genuinely missed him as the ‘resident’ Drake was quite different, somehow softer - but then, he was the groom. However, at the reception it seemed more relaxed, and both versions of my companion moved about freely in the happy throng. The named characters knew what was going on and didn’t seem phased at all.

The reception was great fun, as I got to dance with both Drakes simultaneously. ‘My’ Drake whirled me around the dancefloor with his newly acquired dance skills, and I noted when I danced with only Liam’s Drake, the token that I wore – or rather, that Riley wore felt hot and heavy, as he had said it would. Something felt different that I couldn’t quite put my finger on – we were playing a fresh chapter that I hadn’t read.

All became clear when Hana approached me, and pulled me into a close embrace to dance. Although I wasn’t personally attracted to women, Riley’s body definitely responded to her, and I felt just a little uneasy at the unfamiliar sensation. Hana obviously noticed, as she drew back and blushed.

‘Oh, I’m so sorry, I forgot you’re not my Riley’ she said ‘Did I make you feel uncomfortable?’ I smiled back

‘Just a little, but it’s just unfamiliar – not something I’m used to feeling for women. But it’s cool Hana, don’t be embarrassed.’

‘Oh but I am’ she insisted ‘I’ll let you get back to Drake.’

‘It’s probably time for me to leave anyway’ I said. ‘I’m sure you’ll get someone sympathetic next time round.’ I looked around for my Drake, and tugged at his arm.

‘Time to go’ He smiled, and pulled me into a close embrace, kissing me on the lips. He drew back when Riley didn’t respond.

‘Hey, what’s the matter Les? You’re usually more into kissing than this’

‘Umm – this Riley’s attracted to Hana’ I said ruefully. ‘If you want a better response I’ll have to ditch her’ Drake put his hand to his face.

‘Oh god, I’d forgotten that. I’m so sorry I didn’t warn you. I thought I was losing my touch’ He wiggled his eyebrows and smirked – a facial expression of faceclaim Daniel’s that I found knee wobblingly attractive – but Riley did not respond.

‘It’s fine, don’t worry about it, I’m not scarred or anything.’ I said. He rubbed the back of his neck.

‘Okay, we’d better go back to the waiting area, best not to leave her driverless in a scene, it’s a bit freaky. It’s nearly over anyway, they’ll carry on partying without us.’ I closed my eyes and we returned to the waiting area.

‘Are you sure you don’t want to go back to Lythikos to partake in some winter sports?’

‘No, not until I get a little more accustomed to ‘wearing’ Riley I said. ‘How about we visit that beach from the very first chapter – the secret place that I pick instead of the nightclub? It’s the first place I chose, and I loved that scene – but just you and me’ Drake smiled

‘Deal, if we can take a hip flask with us’

‘Okay, time to say bye bye to Riley – shall I back her up by this chair?’

‘Sure, but leave yourself enough room – remember, close your eyes, make an intention to get out, and just step back’ I nodded – or rather, Riley did, and closed my/her-eyes and stepped back. I gasped, feeling the air squeezed out of my/her lungs for a moment, and Riley was in front of me, sagging slightly. Drake helped her into a chair, and she sat vacantly smiling. I shivered.

I think it will take me a few tries to get used to that’ I said. Now, are you ready for the beach at midnight?’

‘You bet’ he grinned. I closed my eyes and quite literally in the blink of an eye we were on the beach, the moon shining, stars out. There was a pile of driftwood ready to build a fire, and Drake tutted.

‘Hey don’t make things easy for me – I go all caveman when I build a fire. It hurts my masculine dignity if you do the work’ he winked.

‘Well forgive me, Mr Macho. I did not imagine it like this, someone must have been here recently.’ He grunted.

‘Huh. Well okay, I think I need to scout around for more wood, so hold the fort’ I sat on a log by the charred remains of the last fire, and wondered how many people had visited it since I had last been there, albeit on the other side of the screen or in my imagination. After a while, Drake reappeared with an armful of wood.

‘I think my masculine pride is satisfied’ he said, and ratched around in his pockets, finding a packet of matches that I’d secreted there, and I produced some newspaper to get things going. It wasn’t long before we were sitting by a crackling fire. He punched me in the shoulder as he passed the hip flask.

‘Hey, what was that for?’ I protested

‘For putting matches in my pocket. I told you, I like to do stuff for myself’

‘Okay then what were you going to do – rub two pieces of wood together?’ I asked. He pursed his lips and inclined his head to the side.

‘Good point. But if I hadn’t punched you, I wouldn’t get to kiss it better’

‘You want to kiss my shoulder? Well aren’t you the last of the red hot lovers?’ I scoffed.

‘Well my aim might be really, really bad’ he grinned and leaned over to press his lips to mine, his hand going to the back of my neck, fingers snaking up into my hair. I leaned into him and our lips joined and moved together, opening for the dance of our tongues. I shifted to angle my body toward his, feeling an ache deep in my belly and a tingle between my thighs. He pulled away, looking a little guilty.

‘I’m sorry Les, I can’t resist, it’s the way I’m made. Tell me to stop, I don’t seem to have any control’

‘Sure you do’ I said ‘But I didn't say I wanted you to.’

‘Are you sure?’ he asked ‘I don’t want to mess things up for you in your world’ I sat back away from him.

‘Okay, is there something you’re not telling me? If you’re designed to find me attractive, what’s stopping you? Did something happen with one of the previous companions?’ He grinned ruefully

‘You’re very insightful’ he said ‘Yes, it did.’

‘It seems to me that we need to be honest with each other’ I said, leaning toward the fire. I’ll tell you where I stand if you share your situation.’ He sighed and moved away from me.

‘Okay, I’ll tell you about my last companion’ he said, gazing into the flames.

Part two will be posted in 24 hours - stay tuned!

Thanks to @sirbeepsalot for allowing me to play a little with her Drake/Liam/Olivia poly pairing - go take a look at her work here

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