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astraljedi · 9 days ago

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Long Story Short (Tommy Miller)

Summary: After arriving in Jackson, you reunite with Tommy Miller—an old flame you haven't seen in over twenty years. And as you and your daughter try to settle into your new reality, old feelings, regrets and past scars resurface.

Pairing: Single Dad!Tommy Miller x Reader

Warnings: mention of trauma, scars, past abuse (implied), protective!Tommy, past miscommunication.

Word Count: 2.9K

Songs: Long Story Short by Taylor Swift

A/N: Not going to lie, I've had this idea for a while now and I'm currently planning on writing a part 2. Also, do you guys like the custom headers/posters for each fic? Let me know your thoughts and ENJOY! Taglist: @grayandthyme @darkwhisperswolf @umadirectioner -

Long story short, it was a bad time

For months, it was just Lucy and me crossing state lines all alone. Enduring different weather, escaping raiders and surviving the chaos of the end of the world. There were moments where I sat and thought if I made the right decision. FEDRA wasn’t safe, our home wasn’t safe either. But what if it’s even worse out here and I risked her safety for us to end up worse than before?

The moment Lucy turned fourteen, I started prepping her in secret while her father was away. Sneaking out through the back walls into the woods, not too far but not too close where the guards could hear guns going off. For two years, I managed to teach her how to survive outside FEDRA’s walls with or without me. There was always a high risk of me falling behind, sacrificing myself for her or even if her dad managed to find us. He would kill me and she needed to know how to escape him, even if that meant leaving me behind.

It took years to work up the courage, and even more guts to finally run one night while her father was out on duty. But for her? I’d do it all over again, a thousand times in a heartbeat.

I didn’t know what was waiting for us beyond those fences. But I knew I had to take a chance of it being safer than keeping Lucy under the same roof as the man who was supposed to protect us. The man I thought was the kindest soul once, caring and loving.

By the time we crossed Wyoming, the cold was setting in hard. The winds were picking up and we barely could see anything between the rows of trees. I hoped for the sight of an abandoned cabin, something for us to sit and stand by while the weather eased. I thought maybe we’d hit our end of the road.

But when those tall gates creaked opened and the patrol team that found us led us inside, It was the first time in months that I could breathe a little easier.

I keep Lucy close, my arms tucked around her shoulders, trying to share what little warmth we have between the two of us. It was only the beginning of the season, and it was already this bad. I cant imagine how its going to be when a storm comes.

“We should get them something to eat,” One of the guys who brought us in says.

“No, they need medical attention first. And some new warmer clothes. God knows how long they’ve been out there almost freezing to death in those thin jackets.” the young woman snaps back at him. They were whispering but I could hear every word clearly.

My lips tremble as I look around the town. The white snow carpeted the whole town, kids were playing in the snow while other adults walked around the town, drinking whatever warm liquid they were serving out of one of the tall buildings. It was surreal, seeing a town actually living, no FEDRA, no infected in sight. Just normalcy and community.

I turn to Lucy, her eyes glimmering as she catches sight of a group of laughing teenagers slip out of the bakery with their own drinks in hand. She doesn’t say anything, but the hope in her eyes makes my heart swell.

“Peach?” A low gasp escapes me and my body freezes on the spot. That voice, that same voice that haunted me for years during sleepless nights. For a moment, I think my mind is playing games with me.

The cold finally getting to me.

But the moment I turn around slowly, my heart at a stop waiting for it to jump out of my chest the moment I wake up from the trance.

The moment my eyes land on his, dark eyes that had gone through hell, but those were still the same brown eyes I fell in love with over twenty years ago back in Texas.

The memory of those same eyes scanning my exposed skin under the hot summer Texas sun, his rough fingertips trailing up my thighs until they met with the hem of my shorts, tugging them down slowly as his lips feverishly roamed every inch of my body. Leaving me breathless and aching. Hoping the neighbor didn’t pop their head over the fence.

“Tommy,” I breathe out.

He was still the man I ran away from, too scared to get my heart broken. Because there was no getting over Tommy Miller, there was no cure for the man who stood in front of me. He looks older, lines at the corner of his eyes, a few new scars across his cheek and forehead.

This version of him, rugged, tougher and broader. At first, he looks like a soldier right after battle, in pain and like he’s seen the worst. But then I catch a glimpse of the version I used to know, soft, caring and tender.

He doesn’t hesitate, doesn’t waste any second more and crosses the distance between us in quick strides. His strong arms pull me into his body and I welcome his warmth, the familiar weight of him.

I bury my face in his chest, my hands clinging to the back of his thick jacket. God, it’s been so long since I’ve felt this safe and at peace in someone’s arms. In the arms of a man who I know wouldn’t dare hurt me, the arms that held me close like I would vanish the second I pull away.

“I thought you were dead,” He breathes, his face nuzzled so close. His voice trembles, but I could feel the sense of relief and his shoulders relax once he realizes I’m not running away. “Peach, you don’t know how long I looked for you.”

I close my eyes, taking in his new scent of wood, leather and a hint of smokiness. It was different, mature.

My throat strains and hot tears sting my eyes, the weight of everything almost crumbling down all at once. The weight of every bruise, every cry and scar on my body. Heavy sleepless nights were Lucy was sick and her father was nowhere to be found, probably drunk and fucking someone else while I stayed up with a crying six month old, desperate to get her feeling better.

“Mom?” Lucy’s voice pulls me out of the trance. Tommy tenses and I pull away from him, already missing his warmth when the harsh wind crashes to me. I quickly wipe away the tears from the corner of my eyes and try to compose myself.

“Sorry,” I mumble, pulling her close. “Tommy, this is my daughter, Lucy.”

Tommy looks stunned, eyeing me and then at Lucy.

Lucy looks up at me confused, her brows pushed together. Then she looks at Tommy, eyeing him top to bottom. “How do you guys know each other? You never mentioned a Tommy.”

I clear my throat, feeling my cheeks heating up. “We used to be friends, before the outbreak.”

Tommy scratches the back of his head, nervous with a tint of red on his cheeks. “Nice to meet you, Lucy.”

Lucy shrugs. “Can we go somewhere warmer? My jacket’s too thin, and I’m starving.” I huff at her, giving her a stern look.

“What?” She asks, genuinely confused. “You’re only wearing one layer because you gave me the second jacket we had so I wouldn’t get cold. One more second out here and your lips are going to turn blue.”

Tommy chuckles. He lets patrol know that he's taking over and sends them over to the stables to finish their shift.

“How about we get you both something warm to eat,” He says, gently slipping his arm around my shoulders again, guiding us toward one of the buildings. “And then we can find you better jackets.”

It’s embarrassing how fast Lucy and I devour the warm, flavorful stew Tommy got us at the dining hall. Hiking across borders doesn’t exactly guarantee hot meals everyday, it doesn’t even guarantee food at all unless you’re lucky or smart enough to make it work.

“I’m sorry mom,” Lucy mumbles, her mouth still full, “but this is way better than wild rabbit.”

I roll my eyes playfully, swallowing the last bite. “God forbid a mom tries to make do with what nature gives her to feed her grumpy teenager.” I tease, nudging her shoulder.

“Wait ‘til you try the chocolate cake,” Tommy says, leaning back in the wooden chair across from us, a smile tugging at his mouth.

“You’re kidding. Cake?” Lucy’s eyes light up. “I’ve never had cake before.”

“Stay here. I’ll get you both a slice.” He chuckles, standing up and shaking his head before walking off.

The moment Tommy leaves, Lucy leans in, sipping what’s left of her stew. “Does Dad know him too?”

“No,” I choke out, clearing my throat. “I met Tommy way before your dad, we lived on the same street.”

Lucy hums, processing my answer.

Tommy comes back with two slices of chocolate cake in each hand. I force a smile and take the plate, but my stomach twists. Just the mention of her father is enough to ruin my appetite.

“Dad!” a little voice shouts.

My head snaps toward the small voice just in time to see a boy—no more than four—running across the hall and launching himself into Tommy’s lap.

“Benji,” Tommy grunts, smiling as he catches the kid and holds him tight.

A kid. He has a kid and it didn’t even cross my mind that he could be married, let alone have a kid.

“Where’s your mom, huh?” Tommy asks gently, brushing snow from Benji’s coat.

“Right here,” comes a gorgeous woman in braids, shaking snow off her jacket. Her braids are perfect, not a hair out of place even with the strong winds outside. “He wanted to see you before bedtime,” she says with a soft smile, reaching out to smooth Benji’s hair.

Lucy glances at me, silently asking if I knew about them. I give a small shrug and slide my untouched cake over to her. She accepts it without question, already distracted by the sugary frosting.

“This is Maria,” Tommy says, unreadable. “She basically runs the town—pretty much the reason Jackson’s still standing.” Then, he introduces us, “And this is her daughter, Lucy.”

My Lucy grins and gives a small wave, cheeks puffed out with cake.

“It’s nice to meet you,” Maria says warmly. “I hope Jackson’s been good to you so far. Kat, the girl who brought you in, told me how they found you. I’m glad you’re safe and I hope you’re considering staying.”

Maria wears confidence and kindness proudly. No wonder she’s the glue that keeps this place together.

“Thank you,” I say softly. “We didn’t really know where we were going. I just—I wanted to find somewhere safe. Somewhere Lucy could grow.”

“If you decide to stay,” Maria offers, “there’s a school and they get to help with minor easy chores. Kids get to be kids here.”

“There’s no rush,” Tommy adds, placing Benji gently on the floor. “But there’s a small house that’s been renovated. If you want it—it’s yours. For both of you.”

I glance at Lucy. Her cheeks are rosy, her eyes bright. And she looks like a kid again. Not a survivor, just a girl, full of curiosity, a little mischief and grumpiness.

“I like the sound of that,” I say, looking between Tommy and Maria. “What do I have to do?”

And for the first time in years, there’s a little hope brewing inside of what our lives could be like living here.

For the night, Lucy and I would stay at Tommy’s until he could stop by the next morning bright early to make sure everything was working fine for the both of us.

Tommy’s house is quiet, warm and every corner smells like him.

I shut the guest bedroom door gently, careful not to wake Lucy. After her shower, she changed and crawled into bed before I could even brush her hair. She was out in seconds—exhausted from months of hiking across states, finally resting on something soft.

I shiver as I head downstairs barefoot. One of Tommy’s neighbors had dropped off clothes for us, and I’m desperate for a comfortable, oversized sweatshirt. Even with the fire crackling in the living room, the tank top and sweatpants aren’t cutting it. Not after the shower either—my skin still flushed pink from the heat, and somehow, I’m still cold.

I crouch in front of the basket and start sifting through it, hoping to find something warm enough to get me through the night.

I glance up, hearing footsteps. And for a second I think it’s Lucy, but they’re heavier, hesitant.

Tommy stands in the doorway between the kitchen and living room, a steaming mug in his hands. His eyes land on my shoulder first—on the long, faded scar slicing across my upper arm. Then they catch the newer one at my temple, still tender and pink.

He doesn’t say anything. He doesn’t need to.

But I see it—the shift in his face. His jaw clenches, the storm, rage and a hint of hurt brewing behind his eyes.

I tug an oversized sweatshirt over my shoulders, my fingers trembling—not from the cold, but from the memories burned into my skin.

Tommy walks in slowly, handing the mug out to me. “Chamomile with a bit of honey.”

“Thanks.” I take it with both hands, settling down on the couch while letting the warmth spread into my fingers.

I expect him to sit further across the room, but he sits down right on the edge of the coffee table. Looking straight at me.

There’s a moment of silence, just us staring at each other while I sip my tea. His eyes trail my body, not sexually, but looking at me like I might break at any moment. And if I do, there’s no doubt he wouldn’t flinch to catch me, to protect me from the darkness in my head.

He’s trying to read me, trying to guess what happened all these years we’ve been apart.

“I looked for you, you know.” He breaks the silence, hands folded between his knees. I stare at him, cowardly pushing my words and feelings down. “Every quarantine zone I passed through, every supply run... I kept hoping I’d find you. Prayed you weren’t taken from me from this world.”

“I was out of state before the outbreak hit.” My voice is low, hiding behind the mug.

“Why did you leave me?” He asks and he flinches, like the bruise is still fresh, still aching. “What I don’t get is why you left without saying goodbye? Why not talk to me first?”

“Because if I saw you—if I looked into those pleading eyes—I wouldn’t have gone,” I whisper. “And I needed to. I needed to leave before you had the chance to break my heart.”

He kneels down in front of me, his voice rough. “Peach, I was in love with you. So fucking in love with you. How could you not see that?”

I grip the mug tighter, my hands starting to shake. “You said you just wanted sex, Tommy. You never told me differently.”

Tommy chuckles in disbelief. “I did. Peach, I did.”

My brow furrows. “What?”

“That night. I told you I loved you. You were half asleep—I thought you heard me. I was gonna say it again in the morning, but when I woke up, you were gone.”

I blink at him, the air sucked from my lungs. “No. No, I didn’t fall asleep that fast.”

He smirks. “You did. I wore you out, remember?”

I bite the inside of my cheek, fighting a small laugh. I grab the nearest pillow and smack him with it. “Still an ass after all these years?”

He grins, finally sitting beside me on the couch, shoulders loosening.

“So,” I say, looking down at my hands. “You and Maria?”

“Yeah. We were married for a while. Didn’t work out in the end.” He grabs the blanket draped over the back of the couch and tosses it over my shoulders.

“And a kid too.”

“Benji. He’s the best thing to come out of it. Smart as hell, too.” He chuckles, pride softening his features. “And you have a daughter.”

“Yeah.” I exhale, my eyes drifting towards the stairs. “Funny how different things are now. I was twenty-five when we met. You were thirty-two.”

“Did you ever get married?” he asks, but he doesn’t look at me when he says it.

“No.” I hesitate. “Lucy’s father didn’t believe in marriage.”

“Didn’t?” Tommy glances at me. “Did he pass away?”

“No.” I stare into the fire. But I wish he had. It would mean he couldn’t hurt us anymore. “He’s not in the picture anymore.”

Tommy hand finds mine, sliding it into his calloused hand. “You’re safe here. Whatever demons you left behind, I won’t let them hurt you.”

I bite down hard, swallowing back the lump on my throat. Instead, I lean into him, tucking my face into his chest. His arms wrap around me instantly, shielding me of my own demons and nightmares.

I shut my eyes, the tears sting but I don’t let them fall. I don’t let myself break.

Because for once, even if the weight is still there, I feel safer now in these walls than before.

Long story short, it was a bad time Long story short, I survived

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elizaleclerc · 6 months ago

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hi! hope you're having a good day, could i request charles dating a reader who doesnt have friends? or just feels lonely in general.. it can be shy if you're not comfortable writing that! just some comfort🥹🥹 thank you!

false god 💋

"and i can't talk to you when you're like this. staring out the window like i'm not your favorite town"

summary: gf!reader and charles get into an argument after ferrari underperforms again.

song: false god by taylor swift

author's note: wrote this bc i had that song stuck in my head oops. no warnings really- just a bit of manipulation if u squint a little. (ALSO HI IM BACK <3)

word count: 2.2k

They all warned you about times like these. The girlfriends of the other drivers looked at you with wary eyes. Most of them vowed to never date a Ferrari driver, but your connection with Charles was unlike any other that you had before. Never date a driver in red because they love that team more than they’ll ever love you, you’d been told before. You always responded with nervous smiles and shaky laughs, hoping that in reality the other girls you had come to know were just playing some sick joke. Like this was all some sort of initiation into the clique that was girlfriends of F1 drivers.

None of their words felt true when you were next to Charles, his hands on your waist or your head cradled into his neck. Nothing had actually felt more right. You brushed off the warnings from the other girls and chose to focus on the love between you and Charles. You never brought any of this up to him, completely unwilling to cause any unnecessary drama between the close knit group you found yourself in. All of these people have known each other for years, and you were the latest addition.

In July, with three race weekends back to back, Ferrari’s dominant streak would be tested. Red Bull and McLaren were powering ahead with upgrades and race pace, and it appeared that the powerful scarlet team was falling behind.

You noticed the tension in Charles’s face after a bad qualifying pace or another bad race result. The boundaries were being stretched. You observed how Charles would brush away your hand at dinner or neglect to kiss you goodnight before bed. The last two weeks had been hell for you, and in the back of your mind you wondered if there was some truth in what the girls had said months ago. Maybe these Ferrari men are just too much to handle after all.

Before the third and final race of the triple header, Carmen, girlfriend of Mercedes driver George Russel, pulled you aside to have a chat. “I know things have been hard for you and Charles.”

You furrowed your brows, “What?” You laughed nervously. You hadn’t mentioned anything about the tensions between you and Charles recently. The only way Carmen and the other girls would have found out is if Charles was feeling the same way and he told them himself.

“Not that I’ve heard anything, just- you know. Ferrari has been falling behind, everyone can see it. And I know Charles cares for you, but that man has loved Ferrari since he could walk. When they don’t do well- when he doesn’t do well- he’s bound to take that out on the people around him.” Carmen easily articulated her explanation, which made your mind swirl even more as the small smile finally fell from your face.

You sighed, becoming flustered with the whole situation, and the warm sun beaming down caused a sheen across your forehead. “I just don’t know what to do.” You were unsure if Carmen was someone you could fully trust, as you hadn’t exactly made any super close friendships with them. The past couple of months, your whole focus has been Charles.

“Just know that it isn’t your fault. Before I dated George I dated a Ferrari driver. Their passion for the team and the intensity in their competitiveness makes them unlike any of the others.” She paused for a moment before she continued, “What you have to do is really try to read his emotions and find that balance of giving him space and being there to comfort him. Stand by him when he needs it, and back off if it seems too tense.”

“That sounds kinda hard,” You broke into a small smile, overwhelmed with the new information you had gained.

Carmen grabbed your hand, “It’ll be okay. If I do know one thing, it’s that Charles is falling for you. Through thick and thin, I think you guys can make it.”

A small wave of relief washed over you, “Thanks, Carmen.” As long as someone had faith in your abilities to handle Charles, you didn’t feel so alone.

As most of the fans expected, the Austrian Grand Prix did not go well for Ferrari. Your heart sank when Charles finished outside of the points for the third weekend in a row. It would greatly hinder his ability to fight for the championship. He needed nothing short of a miracle to come back now.

You knew Charles had been dealing with the press for the last couple of hours, and you didn’t meet back up in the paddock with him until it was time for the two of you to leave to go back to Monaco for the next week.

You sat in the passenger seat of his car as he drove in silence for a few minutes, navigating his way out of the paddock. Once the two of you had made it onto the main road, you decided to read where his head was at.

“I’m sorry my love,” you comforted him and grabbed his free hand, giving it a light squeeze. He sneaked his hand out from your grasp, resting it on the steering wheel. You couldn’t help but feel your stomach sink.

“It’s just ridiculous, we can’t seem to get anything together.” He huffed in frustration, and you wondered if he even realized he had pushed your hand away.

“Despite the strategy issues, I thought you had a really good drive today.” Maybe a compliment would help?

He scoffed, “I could’ve been better. I made too many mistakes, regardless of how scrambled our strategy was.”

You weren’t sure how to respond. You thought it was best for him to ruminate and think things out the rest of the way home. You had the rest of the drive to the airport, and then the whole plane ride to see if he was feeling any better. When you had to speak, you avoided any mention or talk about the race, or more specifically Charles’s performance.

On the plane, you flew back with Lando and Oscar. Oscar had a fabulous race, and almost won it all. Lando on the other hand fought with Max the whole race and ended up with a DNF. So the plane ride was full of mixed conversation and feelings. Oscar was proud of his win and complimented the McLaren strategy, while Lando aired out his grievances for Max’s intense competitiveness. Charles chimed in regularly to tell them they should consider themselves lucky to not have to deal with the Ferrari pitwall.

Still, you stayed silent, letting the three of them talk things through. You sat next to Charles in your seat but kept to yourself, trying to read your book but really you were listening to the conversation around you. Not once did Charles take your hand or give you a small peck on your cheek. As it appeared to Lando and Oscar, you and Charles didn’t even look like a couple at all.

You began to feel that aching pang of loneliness that you were so familiar with before you had met Charles. The feeling of having no one to speak to in a crowded room. You hated to appear shy and reserved, but didn’t want to push yourself to be outgoing. You had been dating Charles long enough that he knew one of your love languages was physical touch. You loved nothing more than small moments of affection, but in the past few weeks it seemed like he wanted nothing to do with you.

Charles opened the door to his apartment in Monaco, the moonlight being the only thing that shone on the furniture and pictures hanging on the walls. He languidly flicked on a couple of lamps, adorning the living room with a warm glow.

“You’ve been quiet.” He stated plainly, moving to the kitchen to fix himself a glass of water.

You took a moment to respond, “Well there’s not really much for me to say.”

Charles turned from the fridge to face you, and looked at your face, seeming to analyze the tone of your words. After he took a sip of his water he asked, “Are you alright?”

You laugh nervously, “I’ve been better.”

He furrowed his brows, “What’s the matter?”

“Cmon, Charles. You can’t be serious.” You knew you were treading dangerous waters, but this conversation was long overdue, and after the exhausting plane ride you felt yourself boiling over.

He looked back at you expectantly, not knowing what you were getting at.

“You haven’t noticed the way things have changed between us in the last three weeks? You haven’t noticed that when Ferrari starts struggling you push me aside?” Your voice was steady, but it shook slightly in a mix of nerves and frustration. In all the times you’ve let Charles air out his frustrations, you’ve held all of yours in.

His lips parted and you knew he was shocked but mostly confused. All of your questions were rhetorical, of course he hadn’t noticed. “You never hold my hand, you’ve stopped introducing me to your friends. I feel like the past few weeks I’ve only been someone for you to fuck to let your anger out.” You were really letting it out now, the words flowing out of you like they could no longer be contained.

“That’s not true.” He persisted, walking out from behind the counter into the living room where you stood.

Tears pricked up in your eyes, “It doesn’t matter if it isn’t true, it’s what I feel.” You brought your hand to rest on your chest.

“Listen, you know I’m happy with what we have, I don’t want to change anything about it. But you know my career is important too. My loyalty to this team is important.” He tried to explain himself, but you ruffled your fingers through your hair in exasperation.

“I fucking knew it, they were right.” You mumbled to yourself, now pacing.

“Who was right?” Charles pressed.

“The other girls!” You raised your voice, “As soon as we got together and you were bringing me around the paddock, they warned me. They told me to never date a Ferrari driver. That you’ll always love that damn team more than you’ll love me. They said it so. many. times. And then Carmen told me yesterday that she knew we’ve been having problems and that the more Ferrari struggled the worse you would get.”

Tears fell down your cheeks as you continued, “I’ve tried, I’ve tried so hard. I’ve said all the right things, held your hand when you’re mad, tried to compliment you to make you feel better about yourself. None of that worked, you would still barely look at me.” Your breathing was heavy and your voice had become raspy with tears.

Charles moved closer to you, grabbing your trembling hands, “Come on, breathe my love.” You took a deep breath as he moved one of his hands to wipe away your tears. “I’ve never said anything to the other girls about us, I don’t know why they said those things to you.”

“But- the way you’ve been acting-” you sniffled, looking into his eyes that were filled with such care. You hadn’t seen that look in what felt like forever.

“I know, it’s been tough for me lately. I’ll take full responsibility for not treating you properly. You didn’t deserve any of that.” He gave your hand a slight squeeze, waiting a few moments before speaking again. “I do love this team, and I will push to be the best driver I can possibly be, but…” he swallowed, “I’d be lying if I said I wasn’t falling for you. You are becoming more and more important to me by the minute, and I’d quit racing today if you asked me to.”

You let out a dry laugh, “You don’t mean that.”

“Every word.”

You were quiet, just looking in his eyes. You could tell he really did mean it. This thing between you and Charles was becoming more serious as the days passed. You knew that you were falling for him too, which is what made these past few weeks all the more confusing.

“If I could give you any more assurance, it’s that racing- this career- will never ever be a priority over you.” He leaned in to place a light kiss on your temple.

“I just hate to see you struggling like you have been. I like it when you’re all happy.” You curled your lips into a small smile, and he grinned back.

He shook his head slowly, “Trust me, I know.” You wrapped your arms around his neck, resting your head on his chest. His lips kissed the top of your head, and everything felt right in the world again.

You pulled away, locking eyes with him. “It gets lonely sometimes, in the paddock. I feel like I’ve failed to make any genuine friends.”

He planted another kiss on your forehead, “Well, you could always keep to yourself. Be above any drama and gossip. You’d surely be the coolest one there. Then, when it’s all said and done, we have each other.”

You giggled into his kiss on your lips. Maybe you could eventually trust the other girls eventually, but their cold welcome to you was definitely unappreciated. But you had Charles, and more importantly, you trusted Charles. And you knew that bond wasn’t going away anytime soon.

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homestylehughes · 1 year ago

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don't you ever grow up

pairing(s) beckett sennecke x fem!reader

summary: beckett and yn throughout the years falling in love with each other.

warning(s): none. just some pure teeth rotting fluff :)

wc: 2.3k

an: hi loves!! new fic about a new pookie!! Beckett!! ughhhh I love this fic so much. I was inspired by a Taylor swift song..no surprise here!! i loved writing this so much, its so sweet and cute. I wasn't too sure how to write Beckett, so I just kinda went with it LOL. also I love the header I made, its just so?? cute LOL! anyways! I hope you enjoy, like and reblog if you do! more coming very soon! let me know if you have ideas for me! much love as always.

happy reading <3

12 years old

“Yn!! Put your bike up, it's time for dinner!” I hear my mom shouting from the front yard of our house. Letting out a deep sigh, I sadly slowly turned myself around. I was just getting to a good part of my ride mom, I thought to myself as I made my way back to our house.

Pink and purple clouds litter the sky, summer nights in Canada were always so beautiful, the clouds kinda look like cotton candy? I wonder what flavors they taste like, I think to myself as I continue to ride down the street. My mind is so captured by the cotton candy colored clouds and the way the ground feels beneath my bike, that I forget that I'm riding a bike, before I feel myself crashing into something.

As soon as I know it, I'm laying straight on my back in the middle of the sidewalk. I turn my head to the side to see my pink sparkly bike turned upside down on its side. I lean myself up slightly to see something I ran into, happens to be a boy?

“Oh my gosh” the boy says, scrabbling to his feet, his helmet on his head crooked from the crash.

“Are you hurt, do you need 911?” he asks me, dropping his knees beside me.

“Im okay, i don't need 911” i giggle

“Good, i thought i killed you” he says, offering me a hand pulling me to my feet

“Thank you '' I say, dusting myself off from the crash, fully taking in the boy in front of me, his short brown hair sticking out from his helmet, his blue eyes softly shining in the evening sun.

“Do you have a concussion? You're looking at me kinda weird” he asks, waving his hand in front of my face.

“Im okay, im okay” i say quickly, embarrassed that he caught me looking at him

“Okay, I'm very sorry for running into you, I was looking at the clouds..” he trails off, as he pushes my bike towards me from the grass.

“Do you think they look like cotton candy?” i ask smiling

“I WAS THINKING THAT” he laughs

“ME TOO” I say laughing back at him, as I get on my bike, the nameless boy doing the same.

“So what's your name” i ask as we start to slowly pettle our way down the sidewalk

“Beckett” he says,

“you?” he asks turning to me

“Yn”

“So yn” he says looking forward, “What do you think the cotton candy clouds taste like?”

14 years old.

“FIRST DAY OF HIGHSCHOOL HOW ARE WE FEELING?” Beckett yells beside me from the backseat of his moms car.

“I'd feel much better if you were not yelling in my ear at 8 in the morning” sending him a tight lipped smile.

“Sorry sorry… im just excited and nervous” he says

“Why are you nervous?” i ask confused by his statement

“What if no one likes me? Or or i hate the classes i have” he rambles

“Beckett, you're probably already the most popular boy in our grade and you haven't even stepped foot into the school, you're going to be just fine '' I say, resting my hand on his leg in an attempt to calm him down.

“You always know how to make everything better. What would I do without you?” he says, smiling at me.

“You'd go crazy probably” i laugh, “don't ever think about replacing me” i say teasingly

“I could never, no one could replace my best girl”

Best girl?? Oh gosh, is this car getting hot or is it me?

“Come one, thing one and thing two” Beckett's mom says from the front seat, before she opens her door. We quickly grab our bags, getting out of the car.

“Okay come on you two! Picture time!” she says smiling, holding her phone out in front of her, ready for the picture

“Mom. Are you serious?” Beckett whines from beside me, a quick elbow jab to his side quickly shuts him up.

“Ow!” he yelps

“Shut up and take the picture you big baby”

“Yes ma’am” he says rubbing his side dramatically

“Okay get closer! Act like you two love each other” she says

Beckett and I huddle in closer together upon his moms request, feeling his arm wrap around my waist, my heart rate picking up at the feeling. Snap out of it yn get it together. It's just your 14 year old hormones.

“OKAY 1 2 3!” his moms shouts from us, snapping out of my daydream, i cast a big smile on my lips for the picture.

“Awwwww!! You two look so cute. Ugh please don't ever grow up you guys!!” she says before pulling us into a hug with each of her arms.

“Okay” she says pulling back, “have the best first day ever! I love you both, beckett please watch out for yn”

“Always mom, always gotta look after my best girl” he says, slinging an arm around my shoulder, as we walk up the stairs of the school, with a smile on my face that can be seen across the world.

Not knowing how the first day of highschool would go for the next four years, but what I did know was that I was in love with my best friend.

16 years old.

Today is the day of the sophomore formal. My hands couldn't help but shake as I touched and fixed my hair for the 300th time in the last 5 minutes. Staring at myself in the mirror as I run my hands along my dress, in an attempt to smooth out the non existent wrinkles.

“Yn honey how's it going in there?” i hear my mom call out from the other side of the door

“Good..just looking over everything!” I say, taking a deep breath and one last look at myself before I open the door.

Slowly walking out, seeing my mom standing in the doorway, her hand moving to cover her mouth as she stares at me.

“How do I look?” I nervously ask my hands running to lay with the fabric of my dress.

“Oh baby, you look stunning. Beckett won't be able to keep his eyes off of you the whole night.” she says to me, her voicing cracking with emotion

“Really?”

“Yes really, you look beautiful” running a hand across my cheek, as she looks at me

“Gosh i didnt think id get this emotional” she rasps out

“Okay let's go downstairs, and get some pictures! Beckett should be here any-” the noise of the doorbell cuts her off

“Speak of the devil, there he is!” she turns to me with a smile, “okay you wait up here and then i'll tell you when to come down, okay?”

Nodding my head in agreement, as she begins to make sure way downstairs. My voice feels like it's caught in my throat as I stand there. My nerves start to rise again at the thought of Beckett seeing me all dressed up. Oh gosh what if he thinks i look bad, and doesn't want to go with me anymore??

“Yn, honey are you ready?” my mom calls from the bottom of the stairs

“Yeah, coming!”I shout, now or never I think to myself, taking one last deep breath before heading down the stairs.

My slow steps only add to the building nerves that I already have in my body. My head remains low as I walk down the stairs, scared to look up and see everyones eyes on me. Reaching the bottom of the stairs, slowly bringing my head up, locking eyes with a suited up, wide eyed beckett.

“Hi” i whisper softly

“You look so beautiful” he says instantly

“Thank you, you look handsome” I say, a nervous smile spreading across my face.

“Here these flowers are for you '' Beckett says, holding out the most beautiful bouquet of flowers i've ever seen in front of me.

“These are so beautiful, thank you”

“You're welcome, always gotta do the best for my best girl” he says with a smile

Best girl. Best girl. Best girl.

“Okay, come on love birds, picture time!” my mom says from beside us, beckett quickly moving to grab my hand and part of my dress as i walk out the door. Flashing him a smile as we head outside

“Okay, act like you two love each other!” becketts mom says from beside mine, standing in front of us, as they hold their phones out.

Becketts arm finds my waist, as mine finds his, looking at each other with soft smiles before turning back towards the camera.

“1 2 3!” my mom says

“Oh! They look so darling!! How cute!” our moms say, as they look at the pictures

“Okay another one!”

Quickly moving back into picture formation, putting a smile on my face ready for the picture, just as my mom is counting down I feel becketts lips pressing against the side of my head, right as the picture is taken.

Heat flows through my body once he pulls away, a smile dancing across his lips as he looks down at me.

“You look beautiful” he says once again to me

“When you look at me like that, i feel like i am” i say

“Good, my best girl should always feel like that”

Not knowing what his best girl means as he pulls me towards his car, but I do know that I'm falling more and more in love with him each day.

18 years old.

It's the day of becketts draft. My hands are shaking as I sit next to his mom. I couldn't be more proud of him, all of the hard work and dedication he's put in to get to this point, I could be more proud. As much as I am proud of him, I can't help but feel waves of nervousness and selfishness flow through my body.

Where will Beckett be drafted at, how far will he be from his friends, family and me? What team will he go to, what number will he pick? All those thoughts are flowing through my head as I sit silently next to his mom, who's talking to his father.

I see Beckett lean forward to get my attention, matching his movements I lean forward looking at him.

“Are you okay?” he mouths to me

I send him a quick smile and thumbs up before settling back into my seat, just as I do the lights start to dim, signaling that the draft is starting. Taking a deep breath before directing my attention to the stage, it's now or nothing.

Beckett was projected to be the 10th or 12th draft pick, so hearing his name being called as the 3rd overall draft pick from the Anaheim Ducks sounded like a fever dream to everyone in the crowd, especially beckett. Who rises from his seat, with a shocked look on his face. His jaw dropped as he turned to his dad, who pulled him into a hug. Making his way down the aisle to his mom, doing the same with her.

My hands are shaking as I stand up, I can't help but start to cry, as Beckett wraps his arms around me, pulling me into the tightest hug ever. pulling back quickly before I even have a chance to speak, he's making his way down the aisle towards the stage. His mom brings me into her arms as we lean into each other crying at the sight of our boy walking across the stage.

I didn't see Beckett for the rest of the draft, he seemed to be whisked away by reporters and the media for pictures or questions. At the end of the draft, his family and I are led into the back of the arena into a room, with ducks reporters, and right in the middle of the crowd stands beckett. Dressed in a ducks jersey and hat, stands the smiling boy.

As soon as he sees his parents, he makes a beeline straight towards them, pulling them back into tight hugs as they whisper sweet things to him. I stand back witnessing the sweet moment between him and his family, with a smile on my face. Pulling away from his mom, his eyes catch mine, making his way towards me, pulling me off my feet into a hug.

“ im so proud of you” i say to him as he settles me back on my feet

“I can't believe this, this is so crazy” he says

“I know, i'm so so proud of you my little duck” i say tugging on his new found jersey

“I couldn't have done it without my best girl” he says looking down at me, our eyes locked together with so much force and love?

Before I even know what's happening, becketts face is moving closer and closer to mine, and before I know it his lips are meeting mine in a sweet kiss. My hands grab his face, pulling myself into his lips. A smile spreads across his face when he pulls away, my hands still resting on his face, as I look at him in shock.

“I've wanted to do that since I was 12 years old, I don't know what took me so long,” he says to me.

“But what I do know” he continues “is that i never want to go another year or day or week without it” before connecting our lips back together once again.

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