summary: y/n gets jealous. and she doesn't like that feeling...at all, actually.
cw: sex. jealousy. soft angst.
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Harry had texted Y/N yesterday and told her that he wanted her to join him on his boat today. He told her to wear her best because he had some plans for her tonight. It had been a couple of weeks since the last time they had seen each other because Harry had to leave to go to Italy for a business trip.
That didn't stop him from texting her every day and every night. Y/N could get used to this, she thought. At first she was just looking for some money, and she didn't know if it was the showering in gifts, or if it was Harry himself; but she was starting to grow some sort of feelings. It surely wasn't love, but it wasn't lust either. He was a gentleman and it showed greatly. But she couldn't stop thinking about him storming out of the dressing room the last time she saw him.
Part of her thought she had done something wrong. She didn't really believe him when he said that he was claustrophobic. He was fine before that.
Something was up with Harry.
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The text told her to be there at two o'clock, but she was already dressed and running errands so she decided to come by earlier. It was one o'clock when the uber dropped her off at pier. She was fighting with herself because she didn't want to seem desperate to see him; even if she was, but she could easily lie and say that she read the text wrong in case he wasn't properly ready to see her, or confused to her showing up earlier.
"Good evening, Y/N," One of Harry's chaperone's greeted as she walked towards the board to get on the boat.
"Hi!" She smiled widely, giving him a awkward wave, "It's good to see you again. Hope you're okay."
"You're early," He blocked her pathway with his arm, brow perked up, "Mr. Styles is busy right now."
She swallowed thickly. She didn't know what to think, or what to say. There wasn't a scenario in her mind where she thought he was going to stop her from boarding, yet there they were. Stuck at a cross roads. It was a bit embarrassing and she had to think fast.
"Oh, Harry said..." She elongated, trying not to nervously pick at her nails, "He said to come now. He changed the time. I was just--I can come back later and you can explain to him why you wouldn't let me on the boat?" Her tone had a sense of challenge to it, almost teasing him to think he would lose his job.
"Oh," His voice wavered as his arm fell by his side, "Well, if that's what he said. I'm sorry, please." He gestured towards the board walk, nodding towards her, "He's in his quarters. Just knock before you enter. He asked to be left alone until you arrived."
She nodded and walked onto the boat. Truthfully, she did not know where his quarters were, but she could guess that it was the biggest room on the entire yacht. And that was easy to find. Her stomach was in knots, standing at the door where she knew Harry was on the other side of the door.
All the mornings texts had made her heart flutter. The beautiful thing about it was that he never missed a single morning. It was always received at the same time every morning even if she wasn't up.
"Good morning. H"
"Morning, Y/N. Have a good day today. H"
"Morning, darling. Check your Venmo. Get yourself a new pair of shoes on me. x H"
"Two more days and I'll be back in town. Can't wait to get out of these boring meetings. Would rather be taking you out. x H"
Her heart swelled. With flat palms, she swiftly ran her hands down her dress, one that Harry had bought for her. He really liked it the day she had put it on, so she decided to wear it in hopes that it would make his eyes light up like they do when he sees her in the clothes he buys her.
"Knock before you enter," She scoffed softly as her fingers wrapped around the doorknob, "I don't have to knock. He can't be angry if it's me."
She barely swung the door open, taking a peak into the room. Eyes wandering around the room, she tried to find Harry; but was met with a sound that sounded gravely and raspy. Her brow perked as she took a slow step into the room, but was met with Harry having another woman bent over the desk. Her cheeks immediately went red, eyes widened. No thoughts in her head, she just stood there.
Watching as his large ring cladded fingers explored the curves of her sides, digging his cock in and out of her, the way his ass flexed with each thrust. He didn't notice that she was standing behind him by the door, not with how quiet she was being. The woman's moans were spilling from her lips, causing Harry to grunt and moan, making comments on how well she was taking his cock.
His moans filled the rooms, almost over-taking hers. The sounds of their skin slapping echoed, she watched as he bent down and placed sloppy kisses to her back while he hoisted his leg up to leverage himself deeper into her.
It made her sick.
Sick in a way that she never really thought she would be jealous, but yet there she was, jealous. Jealous that she wasn't the one being bent over and fucked. Jealous in a way that she should be the one getting him off, not that woman. She should be.
After what seemed like an hour of standing there, which was only mere seconds, she pulled herself from the room and quietly shut the door. Most people would cry at that sight, but Y/N was rational. Jealous, but rational. She flicked her hair back, using one of her palms to rub her cheeks away from the flustered look before making her way back to the main deck.
"Evening, Y/N," One of the waiters came by with a flute of champagne, "Would you like a glass?"
"I'd like three, thank you." She replied as she took the drink from him.
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She sat on the deck, in the sun, for an hour. She didn't try to make a scene or try to make it known that she saw what Harry was doing. She just simply let it be.
And getting gradually drunk, at that.
The waiter kept bringing her drinks and within a few minutes they were gone. She wasn't sloppily drunk, no, but she was somewhat tipsy.
"Y/N?" Harry came around the corner with a soft smile on his lips. She glanced towards him out of the corner of his eye, watching as his fingers tightened his tie. She swallowed hard.
"Hi." She said sweetly as her eyes stared out towards the ocean. Harry took a seat next to her in one of the lounge chairs, but didn't sit back. He sat on the edge, turned towards her so he could admire the dress she was wearing.
"You're wearing your new dress!" He clasped his hands together with a gentle smirk. He noticed how her dress rode up her thigh, showing off her soft, shimmery skin. He swallowed thickly, trying to regain his composure, "You look amazing. How have you been?"
"Thank you," She hummed as she turned towards him, but when she locked eyes with him, she felt that same pang of jealousy. Part of her wanted to jump his bones just to see if she could make him feel better than that other lady did, the other part of her really wanted to leave to collect her thoughts. "I'm okay."
"I didn't see you come up," Harry noted as he searched around the deck with his gaze, "How long have you been here for?"
"An hour." She stared at him with a knowing look. Harry's smile faltered into a deadpan very quickly, pulling his lips into his mouth as he nodded slowly. "Your girlfriend is cute by the way," She cleared her throat as she gestured back towards his office, "Next time you should tell her to put her shirt on before leaving the yacht, not while she's leaving."
Harry didn't know what to say. Genuinely, he didn't. He didn't feel the need to say sorry because they weren't together and as stated before, they had agreed upon something casual. But he was just a little sorry that she had to see that.
"Oh, she's not..." He trailed off, clearing his throat into his fist with a shake of his head, "She's not my girlfriend, just a...woman. One time thing. That's all."
She hummed in acknowledgment.
His eyes searched over her features, trying to get a grasp on what she was thinking, but she was incredibly hard to read. He couldn't tell if she was angry or if she didn't care. Maybe jealous, perhaps?
"Well, I'm here," She said softly, "Did you say you had plans tonight?"
Harry nodded softly. "Erm, yeah, it's a business party. Not really formal, more relaxed. Wanted you to come with me. I mean-- if you would like?"
Her fingers tapped along her thighs softly, staring off into the ocean that shimmered with the reflection of the sun. She would be lying if she said that she wasn't a little upset about finding him fucking someone else, but she was a pretty petty person. One that would do anything to get the attention she deserved.
The party would be a good opportunity for that.
"Yes," She nodded, showing her teeth as she smirked, "I think I would like that, actually."
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When Harry said that it was a relaxed business party, she had thought that he meant quiet and business casual, but no. This was far from it. It was at his boss' house, given it was huge, and there were people everywhere when they showed up. The music was just loud enough to hear it from the outside, but not loud enough to break eardrums.
She's glad she decided to wear something sexy. One of the black dresses that hugged her body and showed off how full her ass was, not to mention her breasts looked just as good. Harry's jaw nearly dropped when he saw her in it and that was the reaction she was going for. Though, after seeing him hook up with that woman she had quickly realized that this wasn't a sugar daddy x sugar baby relationship anymore. She wanted him, in the most casual way, and she wanted to have him all to herself.
And that's what she was working towards tonight.
There were people in groups, spread out, all chatting each other with drinks in their hands. Harry pulled her to a group of people that he was familiar with the most; and that was his close work buddies that he took business trips with.
"Hey, everyone," Harry said cooly, a hand resting on her back as he scanned around the group of his friends, "Sorry we are a bit late, traffic was terrible."
Jake, one of his friends, panned his sight to the new girl that Harry had wrapped around his arm. "Not a problem--Who's this, Styles?" His voice was laced with curiosity and more-so a playful tone.
"I'm Y/N!" She chirped softly, extending her hand out. Jake took it with light fingers, pressing a kiss to the top of her hand. Her cheeks heated up at the gesture while Harry's fingers dug into the back of her spin, eyes squinting at the boldness of his friend.
"This is my girl." Harry said loudly, bluntly, enough that Jake would drop her hand and try to apologize without tripping over his own words. Though, to her, it was a shock to hear something like that. If she wasn't so naive, she could've sworn that that Harry got jealous too.
Something that tasted very sweet on her tongue.
"Would you like a drink?" Harry turned towards her with his fingers still burning her skin. She looked into his eyes, knowing something was off while Jake still stared frantically between the two of them.
"Sorry, Harry, I didn't know--" Jake tried to apologize, but Harry flicked his wrist up to stop his apology.
"Not a problem, Jake," Harry offered a kind smile, then looked back at Y/N who was stiff, standing there awkwardly. "A drink, Y/N?"
She blinked hard. "Yes, I would like one."
With that, Harry excused the both of them to the kitchen where the alcohol was at. She was confused at his sudden passive aggressive manner that seemed to radiate off the heat of his skin. Even when showing her to another room, his hand never left her back.
"What was that about?" She dared to ask as she grabbed one of the flutes of champagne. Harry fixed his top coat, fingers gliding underneath his collar as he spared her a glance.
"I don't know what you're talking about."
"My girl." She mocked him, causing him to stiffen at the words, but then relaxed by to the same composure.
"I didn't want him to touch you." Harry said through his sip of alcohol, now avoiding eye contact with her. "Jake will fuck anything that walks."
"Maybe that's what I want," She challenged, wanting to see how far she could push him. See how far she could get him on the edge before pushing him off.
Harry had a choice to sink or swim.
She wanted to see which choice he would make.
Harry's jaw clenched tightly. He said nothing.
"Maybe I would like to see how far Jake is willing to go with me tonight," She stretched her leg out, causing Harry to watch as her muscles toned, and of course he couldn't stop himself from nearly fucking her in his mind. "You wouldn't mind, would you? If I left with Jake tonight?"
"Y/N..." He warned, staring at her fingers that were dangerously close to her breasts.
"I would love to get fucked tonight," Her hips jetted out, carefree of the people around her, even if they were Harry's co-workers. She didn't care. She wanted to make a point. "I can only imagine the things he could do with his mouth, his lips were so soft--"
"That's enough--"
"And the way his fingers felt--"
"I said that is enough--"
Her fingers feathered over her breasts, staring deeply into his green eyes that were fiery with rage. Her lips curved into a soft smirk as her fingers barely snuck themselves into her bra right at the top of the dip of her dress. She blinked, and when she opened her eyes, Harry was grabbing her wrist and pulling her out of the kitchen.
They made a left turn down a hallway, and then a right turn down another and Harry quickly pushed her against the wall with his fingers having a light lock on her jaw.
"You are testing me tonight," Harry whispered raw into her ear with a harsh breath, "Why? You know what you're doing, yet you test me."
She giggled softly, wrapping her arm around the back of his neck. "So you can fuck that woman, but I can't fuck someone else?"
Harry let out a groan, rolling his eyes in annoyance. "You wanna know something, Y/N?"
"Say it."
"I was..." His voice feathered around the shell of her ear as his fingers let loose of her jaw, grazing down her neck to create a cluster of goosebumps, "Thinking of you the entire time."
Her throat went dry, a low grunt just barely escaping the back of her throat as Harry's hot lips pressed against her jawline. She mumbled something incoherent, not anything that he could hear. His fingers stopped right at her chest.
"Were you?" She asked as she played with the curls on the back of his head. He nodded softly, fingers digging into her skin softly as he placed a gentle kiss to her jaw.
"Yeah," He confessed, "I can't lie. I can assure you I'm a gentleman, but I can't help but to think about you."
She swallowed thickly, feeling her heart thump against her chest as she craned her neck to look at him. Harry's eyes fluttered, pulling back just enough to meet her gaze.
"I wanted to rip that bitch apart when I saw her," She confessed too, since this was apparently some sort of baptism for their mortal thoughts. "Felt like that should have been me. Not her."
Harry smirked teasingly, pushing his thumb against her lip as he stared darkly down into her eyes. "Jealous much?"
"You tell me after the shit you just pulled back there," She coo'd softly as she mimicked his thumb onto his bottom lip, pulling it down ever so softly to show his bottom teeth before releasing it.
"Touche," He cleared his throat as he pulled away from her, his fingers finding their way back to his disheveled top coat as he created a healthy distance from the both of them. He knew that if he got too close to her that he would end up fucking her in his boss' bathroom and that was not his plans for the night.
His eyes swiped over her body, licking his bottom lip. "Take my coat."
"Why?" She perked her brow in defense.
"Because," Harry shedded it off before draping it over her shoulders, "If Jake looks at you one more time, I think I might kill him."
"That's kinda hot," She coo'd out with laughter, and Harry shot her a taunting look, "What?"
"Can I kiss you?" He breathed out with shaky hands. She noticed how shaky his hands were from the way his fingers moved when he pushed his lips up to his top teeth to bite on them.
She stepped forward, hands finding his hips before getting on the tip of her toes to meet his height. Harry gulped. She took his lips into hers, and Harry felt like his knees were going to buckle. She tasted just like he thought she would. His hands found her shoulders as he pressed a hard kiss to her lips, a grunt leaving his lips as his tongue flicked at her bottom lip. She moaned, parting her lips, giving Harry enough space before he pushed his tongue into her mouth and swiped his tongue across hers.
He was getting aroused, and that was something he didn't want visible, but he couldn't stop once he started. He knew that she was addictive but not in this way. Not in the way that he wanted to suffocate himself in her. She was a fresh line of coke he wanted to rip on every morning, perhaps even four times a day. She was beautiful in all her glory, and even in this kind of arrangement they had, he wanted her to himself.
She pulled away from him when the kiss got heated, leaving Harry to become so suddenly cold.
"I'm sorry--" He went to apologize, but she quickly swiped his bottom lip again and smiled at him.
"If you see her again," She stepped towards him, Harry looked confused as her hand slid between the both of them and found its way to his cock that was half chubbed. She gripped it tightly, leaving Harry to gasp loudly and grip her wrist for mercy.
"I will fuck you so good that you will meet God."
"Y/N, let go--" Harry strained with a reddened face.
"Say you understand."
"I understand!' Harry whimpered as he pressed his forehead to her shoulder, silently begging for her to let go.
"Good." She kissed the side of his head before disappearing back to the party. Harry was left behind, cupping his dick as he tried to catch his breath.
"Oh my god," Harry whispered as he tried to adjust himself, staring down the hallway that she had just left in, "What a fuckin' woman she is."
cwt: slight knife play, praising, being fucked on a high ledge. also drinking and driving. pls don't be a dumbass. don't drink and drive. it's not good, mmkay?
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Foreplay started hours ago and she didn't even realize it. It wasn't foreign to her that Harry wanted to have a wild night. The night started out at the bar where Harry and her chased down shots while a rock band played.
Harry was fondling her breasts in public, slipping his hands up her skirt, kissing her neck and groping her ass all night. Even if she loved it, it still embarrassed her with how many people were around. Harry never minded it. He wanted people to know that she was his. Even if nobody gave a fuck about her, or even looked at her. He wanted people to know.
He was getting frisky a few shots in, to no surprise. Harry always got horny when he drank. After a few drinks, and a tipsy Harry, they got on his motorcycle where he drove them to the nearest gas station to get a handle of beer to take home.
But they didn't even get close to home.
While Harry was revving his bike down the road, one of his hand's were exploring the underneath of her skirt, prodding his digits at her rubbery nub. The vibrations from the bike wasn't helping, and she didn't mind it. Even if passing cars were catching a glimpse of her getting touched by the driver.
With the wind blowing through their hair, she rutted up her hips into his digits while she grabbed his long hair and moved it to the side to start sucking on his skin. He loved being dangerous, it was his whole thing. Danger turned him on more than anything, and he loved the adrenaline that coursed through his veins while he played with her little clit.
"Fuckin' hell," He laughed out lowly, a grunt leaving his lips as she bit down onto his skin, her lips slowly moving up his neck as she placed sloppy, open mouth kisses all the way up to his ear.
"Pull over," She demanded into his ear.
With a quick nod, Harry pulled his hand from under her skirt and grabbed the handle bars of his bike as he quickly pulled into the parking lot of a abandoned building. He'd been here before, but never for sexual purposes. There was a rooftop that he liked to sit up at and drink for hours while doing absolutely nothing.
The minute that he parked, she was on him. He didn't even get halfway off the bike before she had settled herself onto his lap in front of him with his feet planted firmly on the ground to hold the bike up.
She made no hesitation to start sucking his bottom lip while her hands tugged at the roots of his hair, leaving him dizzy and aroused at the feeling. It was very rare that she took the lead, but Harry loved when she did. It was hot. Especially with the way her hands traveled down to start rubbing him through his pants, leaving him almost breathless as he kissed her feverishly.
"So fuckin' needy tonight," Harry grunted as his hands tugged his skirt upwards, pushing her backwards to lay her back onto the handle bars, "What if I just fucked you right here? Needy little thing. Let everyone watch you get fucked by me."
Her eyes widened in excitement, but this road was too busy for that. "Not here," She breathed out, eyeing the area quickly. She needed to be fucked desperately, she was throbbing in her panties. At this point she would take him anywhere, but not in public. At least behind the building.
"I know where to go."
Harry helped her off the bike, grabbing the handle of beer from the backpack before quickly showing her into the building. It was dimly lit, he was shocked that the lights were still on after all these years. Harry took a swig of his drink, pulling her up the steep stairs towards the rooftop.
But she had other plans. They could barely get up the stairs before she was shoving him against the wall, grabbing at his hardened cock and sucking all over his skin. His knees weakened, eyes lulling back as his free hand grabbed roughly at her boob. She was needy. Very needy. If these stairs weren't dirty, he would bend her over and fuck her tight pussy right there.
But shit, even if he wouldn't want to be fucked on these stairs. God knows what kind of germs were on it.
"Take me here," She whimpered to him as she messily unbuttoned his pants, trying to pull the tight jeans down his thighs, but he quickly grabbed her wrist and pinned her against the wall.
"Patience, puppy," He eyed her with squinted lids. He didn't both pulling his pants up to button them, even if they were low on his ass, but still able to make full strides up the stairs.
Getting to the top was easy, for sober people anyways. It was a hassle for the both of them, but the second that he kicked the door open and stumbled his way onto the roof top, he looked back at Y/N who was making her way towards him. He took another swig of his beer before sitting it down onto the ground.
He didn't let her touch him before she was pushed against the ledge of the rooftop, her head hanging over the ledge that showed just how far up they were. Her heart hammered in her chest, but she trusted Harry. He wasn't going to let her fall over, but he loved the danger of it all.
She flipped her body over to face Harry who was staring darkly down at her, and in seconds they were feverishly making out again. His tongue ran all along her bottom lip, tasting the cigarettes and alcohol from earlier tonight while she pushed at his leather jacket, not caring that the spikes were stabbing her palms as she did so. When his jacket fell to the ground, her hand ran up his shirt to feel his pudgy stomach before taking the shirt into her fist and pulling him closer to her.
"Please fuck me," Her pleads were whiny, feeling his hardened cock that was throbbing against her panties. Harry kissed the underside of her jaw, all the way to her neck and back up to her ear while his hands tried to lift the shirt off of her.
He threw her shirt to the side and tried to work at her bra, but the damned thing was stuck. Or maybe he was just drunk enough that he couldn't tell how to get it off, unlike him when he was sober. A grunt of frustration left his lips, taking his pocket knife out of his pocket before flipping it open with a flick of his wrist before running it up her stomach slowly.
"Trust me," He breathed out, words slightly slurred as goosebumps raised on her skin as the cold blade got to the front of her bra, "I really want too."
"Baby..." She breathed as Harry hooked the bra against his blade and cut it off in one swift motion. Her breasts spilled from the bra, drooping down in all it's beautiful glory. "You owe me a new bra!"
"I'll get all the bras you want, baby," He said just before smashing their lips together while his hands fondled her breasts. She hiked her leg up while her free hands pushed her skirt up to her stomach, then quickly tugged Harry's cock out of his pants and brought him closer with her leg locked around his waist.
"What do you want?" Harry asked against her lips as he took his cock into his hands and rubbed his tip against her clit slowly, "Tell me what you want, I'll give you anything. Anything, baby."
She smirked at his begging. Even at his drunken state, he was still so desperate for her and she thought it was endearing. People saw Harry as some punk, and rightfully so, scary. He always walked around in that musky, old leather jacket and sometimes some messy liner that he put on the underside of his eyes to make himself look dead.
But at the end of the day, he was a whiny boyfriend that wanted to get off. Begging for her, she grabbed his wrist that still had the pocket knife in his hand as she placed it to her throat softly. Harry gulped thickly, wet lips parted as he tapped the blade softly against her throat.
"Fuckin' whore," Harry rasped out as his fingers gripped at the roots of her hair with a smirk, "Knew you would want this. You love being fucked like this, huh?"
"Shut up," She hissed as her hips lowered down onto his cock, "And fuck me."
Harry's eyes grew dark, pushing his long curly locks out of his face before nodding. The tip of his leaky cock pressed against her weepy hole before sliding himself all the way inside of her with no problem. She was dripping wet, and so loose. So loose. Felt so fucking good around his cock knowing that she wanted him just as badly as he did her.
Her whines only egged him on, her begging him to fuck her even when he was already thrusting in and out of her. Sounds of their skin slapped against each other, her thighs jiggling with each rut. He held the blade softly against her neck as his mouth left sloppy, wet kisses against her breast. His tongue lapped around her nipple carefully before nibbling on it with his bunny teeth.
Breathless, her hand held back his long hair as she watched his the expressions on his face. Contort and twist in pleasure, his moans vibrated against her nipple to create more pleasure. The feeling of the cold blade only pushed her further, and she tilted her head back all the way until her eyesight was the upside down height difference between the rooftop and the road that had to of been fifty feet.
Harry's angry red tip prodded at her g-spot over and over again while his free fingers rubbed at her swollen clit quickly, his balls were hardened and shriveled in pleasure while her pussy wettened his pubes around his pelvic bone. He sighed out loudly, watching as her beautiful body twitched and glistened from sweat. His large hand swapped out the blade with his own hand, having a tight grip on her neck before placing his lips against her ear.
"Does it make you feel alive?" His voice was gravely and drunken as he held her head over the ledge of the building. She swallowed thickly, fluttering her eyes shut tightly as she nodded.
"Fuck yeah it does."
Harry threw his knife to the ground, using them to grab her thighs and set her up on the ledge, just barely enough to make her feel like she was gonna fall. Her eyes widened as she leaned her body up and wrapped her legs and arms around Harry for support.
"What are you--!"
"It's okay, baby," He kissed down her throat slowly before lapping a slow stripe up her neck, "Not gonna let you fall. Just want to make you feel as alive as you make me feel."
"Please, don't let me fall, Harry," She whimpered out. Harry snickered softly, adjusting his hips as he started to thrust in and out of her at a slow pace.
"Of course not," He nuzzled his face between her breasts, "Pull my hair."
Y/N bit down on her lip, mainly biting back the moans as she pulled on his long hair once more. Harry's large hand had a grip on her ass as he spread one cheek open while he hiked up his combatted boot foot onto a box crate below him and used it to his advantage to get a better angle.
With her cheeks spread, he watched his cock slide in and out of her pussy with ease. He sighed out, eyes half lidded as her arousal coated his cock and squeezed tightly around it. Y/N moaned loudly for him, fingers gripping harder as she looked down at the road at all the cars driving by.
"They love watching you," Harry commented as he pulled her closer to him, anchoring her right down onto his cock as his fingers continued to work on her clit, "Just like I love watching you."
"I'm...gonna cum..." Her stomach was curling and bubbling as his fingers rubbed her clit faster. Harry nodded softly, hollowing his cheeks as he spit down onto her clit to make it much more wet for better pleasure.
Her body flexed as the pleasure boiled over in her stomach, pleads leaving her lips as Harry sucked harshly onto her hardened nipple, tongue lapping around it and flicking at it viciously. Her cheeks heated as her body weakened at the orgasm that slammed into her with velocity.
"Oh my god, keep going!" She cried out, and Harry slammed his cock in and out of her hard and fast as she orgasmed all over his cock, leaking and leaving white clots of cum all around his cock.
"Shit, shit, shit, shit..." Harry whimpered out as he continued to slam in and out of her, his sweaty forehead pressing harder against her stomach as his throbbing length spilled inside of her, cumming long thick ropes deep into her. "Baby, baby, fuck yeah, oh my fuckin'--"
She grabbed his face harshly, pulling him to her as she kissed him messily, pressing her forehead against hers as their wet lips danced with one another. Harry was riding through his high until his cock was still and flacid, eventually falling out of her with ease.
"God, I fucking love you," He breathed against her lips softly.
"I love you too," She huffed out, using her heels to press against his back tightly, "Now get me off this ledge."
summary: dom!harry wears fishnets for the first time and y/n can't keep her hands off of him
cw: sex. fuck around and find out.
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Harry always had the idea of spicing things up in the bedroom, especially when it came to clothes. It was the main thing that she loved, was what he wore before they ravished each other. 99.9% of the time what got her going was Harry wearing a long sleeve, white collared button up with his sleeves rolled up, paired with tight black slacks.
There was something about a man in uniform that got her going.
Sometimes she loved when he wore just briefs. It was straight to the point. Not teasing, but enough to make her want to jump her bones. Though the past couple of weeks Y/N had hinted at him wanting to wear fish nets. She got a pretty pair from her local shop and the minute they got home there was a hole in the crotch. She had Harry to thank for that.
But Harry liked the fishnets. So he wore them. It wasn't against him to wear them, in fact they made him feel sexy. When he walked into the bedroom with nothing but tight briefs that barely covered his ass and cock and those fishnets that accentuate his thick thighs and curve; yeah she was speechless.
"Oh my god," She nearly whimpered as she made grabby hands towards him, more-so in a way to get him onto the bed as fast as possible. Harry chuckled lowly, hiking one leg up on the bed, with his thighs spread to show off the center of what she wanted so badly.
"You like it, puppy?" Harry teased his fingers over the holes of the fishnets, causing her to squirm where she sat. His breath hitched when his fingers ran along his half-chubbed member. He was teasing himself.
"You look so gorgeous," She pushed herself towards him, her hand slinking around his thigh as her lips started to pepper sweet kisses around his knee where his thigh meets, "You look so sexy, holy shit--"
He said nothing as his fingers laced through her locks, grabbing the root of her hair before making her look up at him with those puppy eyes. His thumb placed over her bottom lip, dragging it down to show her bottom teeth before it popped right back to place. She raised herself off of her knees, wrapping her arms around his neck and Harry took the leisure of smashing his lips against hers.
Even in her little short shorts, the ones that made her ass fall out of the bottoms with her big sleep shirt, she was still so fuckable. He wanted her in every way possible. She didn't need to dress up for him because just the look of her made his cock twitch.
His tongue lapped around her bottom lip, nibbling and sucking at it while she moaned into his mouth. What really got her was when Harry slid his large hand down into her shorts and felt how wet she really was. Soaked. More soaked than usual. The fishnets really did it for her, and he noted that.
"Shit, so wet, all f'me?" Harry grumbled low against her lips while his fingers prodded at her wet folds, separating them carefully enough that his fingers can slide right in. He never used just one finger. He knew what she wanted and it was always two fingers.
She whimpered in response, feeling his fingers slide inside of her and slowly curl against her rubbery walls. It made her knees buckle, almost sitting her ass back down on the bed, but Harry wrapped his arm around her backside and held her up. He ate her moans, every last bit of even, even if her jaw was going slack and she couldn't find herself to continue to make out with him. It didn't stop him from pinching the sides of her cheeks and making her stick her tongue out so he could really taste her.
His pretty pink tongue flicked slowly against her tongue while the palm of his hand pressed against her clit while his fingers curled inside of her at a more quicker pace. Her fingers dug into the side of his neck harshly, eyes rolling to the back of her head.
"I love you," Was the only thing that she could think to moan because in that moment she was fucked already. She couldn't think about begging, because she knew he was going to take care of her tonight. It was her night to do what she wanted, but Harry wanted to make sure that he took care of his baby first.
"So fuckin' wet, gettin' yourself wet f'me," Harry popped his lips off of her tongue, pushing her hair out of her face to look at how fucked she was.
She grabbed his hair back, staring at him with a lustful look. If 'fuck me' eyes had a creator, she would be the one that created them. A smirk pulled across his lips, tilting his head into her arm before peppering kisses across her forearm.
"Come here, daddy," She whispered lowly, thickly, like honey oozing off its comb. Her back landed against the bed and pulled him on top of her, smashing her lips against his once more. Their legs tangled together while Harry used one of his arms to hold himself up, careful not to bare all his weight on her.
Her hand slid between the both of them, placing her hot palm against his now hardened cock as she palmed him. His cock was leaky and painfully full of pleasure, and she could feel his precum start to pool on one spot on his underwear through the fishnets. Harry's breath hitched, letting his jaw hang agape as she pleasured him carefully.
"You like that, daddy?" She whispered hotly, wetly into his ear, "Do you like it when I touch you like this?"
Harry's eyes squeezed shut, refraining from bucking his hips into her even with his adjustments. "Just like that for me, puppy, feels really--" His breath hitched once more when her two fingers rested against his angry red tip and started to milk it slowly.
"Holy shit." Harry breathed out.
"Your cock is so hard," She whimpered, almost for show, but her pussy was clenching and leaking just like his was. He enjoyed seeing him this hard. "Want it in my mouth. So bad. Wanna feel you throbbing in my mouth."
A growl ripped through his throat, fingers wrapping around her throat as his hips started to grind into her hand quicker. "You are a little fuckin' minx tonight, aren't you?" The rasp in his voice made her heart skip a beat, nonetheless, she loved the reaction she was getting out of him.
It nearly gave Harry whiplash when Y/N flipped him over onto the bed so she was on top of him now. His half-lidded eyes gazed up at her, widening for a moment in shock. His palm caressed down her side lovingly, tongue poking out to wet his dry lips.
"You're all mine," She told him, not a question, and surely not a command to make him repeat it as she slipped down between his thighs and started to leave hot wet open mouthed kisses up and down them. It was a simple statement, true in fact, and at this moment she felt like she would commit an atrocious crime if anybody ever looked at him.
"I am," Harry rasped out while his fingers clawed into the bed, "I am all yours, honey." He didn't know what had gotten into her, but god forbid that he stopped her. He didn't want to. This sight of her made his balls harden.
Her fingers twisted into the holes of the nets right where his cock laid, and she tore it open just as he did with her. She now understood why he tore them open, because there was no way that she was patient enough to get him out of them. Harry chuckled lowly at the gesture, sitting up on his arms to look down at her properly.
She pulled his cock out of his briefs, and it plopped right down onto his stomach, in all of it's red and wet, yet veiny glory. "Your cock is mine," She repeated with a tang left in her mouth.
He parted his lips softly, propping his legs up with his feet flat onto the bed as his large hand wrapped around his aching cock. She stared at him, the adrenaline that rushed through her veins almost made her vision blurry.
"Look what you do to me, baby girl," He rasped in a half moan as his palm pumped his cock, and with each pump beads of precum leaked out down to his cock, "This cock is all yours, baby love. All yours to fuck. To suck. You like that, don't you?"
She squirmed in her seat, clenching her thighs as she watched him. She didn't know if she wanted to fuck it or suck it first, but Harry made that decision for her.
"Open that little mouth for me," He demanded as he squeezed on the head of his cock.
She nodded, watching as Harry stood to his knees and she lowered herself to meet his cock. She was on her hands and knees, mouth open with tongue hanging out and Harry slapped the tip of his cock onto her tongue a couple times before gliding it inside of her with ease.
Immediately he didn't give her time to adjust, instead he pushed his cock all the way to the back of her throat while pulling on her hair roughly. She choked out, placing a hand onto his thigh with teary eyes.
"Look what you do to me," He grunted out, twirling her hair between his fingers whilst bucking his hips into her mouth. He watched as his cock appeared and disappeared in and out of her, her saliva glistening off his cock beautifully, "Look how fuckin' hard you make me, how achey and drippy you make me,"
She only replied with whimpers, trying to hollow her cheeks around his cock to make it suction like her pussy would. Using one of her hands to fondle his harden balls, her tongue lapped up and down his cock while he fucked her pretty little mouth.
Harry grunted, throwing his head back in pure pleasure. Her back arched, his hand running down the curves of her spine before bottoming out into her mouth with a loud, gravely moan.
"You're so good, so good, so so so good," He pleaded out as his hips spurred messily, "Gonna cum in that sweet mouth of yours, open your throat for me, baby love."
Trying to breathe through her mouth, she steadied herself onto her hands as she relaxed her throat. Harry patted her head carefully, feeling the euphoria course through his stomach down to his balls. He stayed still while she milked his cock with her lips, tongue feeling the underneath of his cock alongside his prominent veins. She looked up at him with lovie eyes, her lips messy with spit and red from irritation.
He murmured curse words under his breath as his orgasm climaxed, shooting his hot cum down her throat while his nails dug into her skin. His thighs shook, hips spurring and cock twitching inside of her as he rode out his orgasm.
"Such a minx, little fuckin' minx, god--damn!" Harry whined out, and when his cock went flaccid she pulled off of him with a proud smile. His ass sat down onto his feet with a huff, feeling the cold air hit his cock; a drastic change from how warm it was in her mouth.
His dark eyes flickered upwards to meet her gaze, mouth twitching to the side as he rose from the bed. She fiddled with the bottom of her shirt in excitement, batting her eyelashes as she watched him pull out one of his belts. Gulping thickly, her lips parted in excitement as she inched towards the edge of the bed.
"On your back, now."
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(yes, i know you want a part two. it will be posted very soon <3)
(click here for the song of this chapter. it’s the vibe for this part.)
summary: strange things are happening in the town of victory while jack tries to make things right.
cw: mentions of suicide and mental health
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"I'm so glad we got to have a girls day today," Bunny sighed through her cigarette as she paced around the black and white checkered floor, a few of the ashes from the cigarette falling onto the ground, "Without the boys. Now the girls can play!"
"Don't get too excited, Bunny, I still have to be home by five to cook dinner for Frank when he comes home from work," Alice reminded her with a scrunch of her face. Y/N was pacing around her kitchen, cooking breakfast for the three of them.
Coffee, bacon, eggs, buttered toast. Just a simple breakfast for a simple morning. It was nice to finally have some girls to hang out with. Ever since the whole Gemma drama had died down, Y/N found herself being quite bored around the house. There wasn't much to do other than cook and bake in between her side jobs.
"It must be nice, isn't it?" She spoke softly with a timid smile, meeting Alice's eyes as she opened the case of eggs carefully, "Having a husband to cook for, that is."
Alice smiled softly, straightening her posture. "He takes good care of me. I can't complain. He leaves everyday and goes to work at a mind numbing job while I get to stay here with you guys and drink all day and garden."
"Garden," Bunny snorted loudly as she stubbed her cigarette out in the ashtray, "Right. We just lounge in the sun and drink all day, let's be serious."
A soft chuckle escaped her lips as she watched her two friends converse with one another. She hadn't remembered a time when she felt this content, this relaxed with her life. Since moving to Victory, she doesn't have any troubles. Everything was so carefree and the people that came with it acted as such.
"I would love to see your booze-filled garden one day, Bunny," Y/N chuckled as she grabbed one of the eggs from the case. Turning on her heel, she walked to the sizzling pan where the bacon was and began to crack it while looking back at Bunny, "I've yet to day drink. I think I deserve a break from baking goods all the time."
"But your cakes are to die for, Y/N, I mean really. Those cupcakes you made for my kid's birthday were so delicious," Bunny picked her coffee up as she tilted it towards Y/N, "But please, stop by any time. You're more than welcome to hang out when the kids aren't around."
She smiled. "I will take you up on that offer."
When she turned around to look down at the pan, her eyes seemed to have deceived her. The egg she had cracked was empty. Nothing was in it. She shook her head, a confused chuckle escaping her as she grabbed the handle of the pan and lifted it just to see if the egg may had fallen underneath it instead of on it.
But there was nothing.
"Odd..."
"What's odd?" Alice said through her laughter, interrupting her conversation with Bunny as she skipped her way towards Y/N. When Alice stood beside her, she saw the empty eggshell. "Oh, that?"
"I didn't think that was possible," She shook her head again with a confused, yet amused look on her face. Honestly, she didn't really think much of it. It was just odd, she had never seen an empty eggshell before. “There wasn’t any yolk in the egg. It’s empty.”
"It happens sometimes," Bunny grabbed another egg as she cracked it open over the pan and the yellow yolk rolled out of the shell and onto the pan with a sizzle, "Just gotta crack another one. That's all." She shrugged her shoulder as if it wasn’t a big deal.
"Hm." Y/N shrugged, "Okay so, scrambled or sunny side up?”
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After breakfast Y/N and the girls moved over to Bunny's house. She had a pool in the back with lounge chairs where they could sit by the pool and get drunk. It was what she needed after a long morning of chit chat and a stomach full of breakfast.
But, instead of having a conversation about themselves, Bunny and Alice were adamant on getting information out of Y/N with her and Jack.
"C'mon, I see the way he looks at you, honey." Alice tilted her drink towards Y/N with furrowed brows, "If you don't see it by now, I don't know what to tell you. Absolutely hard headed, you are."
"Alice!" She pouted, leaning towards the two girls. The three mimosa's she had drank down was making her body feel buzzed, but not buzzed enough to spill anything. "I mean...I do enjoy being around him. He is a charming man, that's for sure. I just don't know..." She hummed with a sly smile, very telling to both of the girls that something happened between the both of them.
"You guys have something going on that you aren't telling us!" Bunny quipped as she pointed her finger towards Y/N with a knowing look, "Look at that face, Alice. Look at it. That's a look of 'Me and Jack totally have something going on'!"
"Just tell us, Y/N!" Alice grabbed both of her hands, pulling her close to herself as she stared into her eyes, "You can't put anything past us. Spill now."
Biting down on her lip, she rolled her eyes as she wiggled her shoulders at the thought of the way Jack had kissed her prior. "Okay, fine! Fine! We...kissed at the beach."
The minute it left her lips, Alice and Bunny both freaked out together. Squealing and kicking their legs like school girls. She felt somewhat embarrassed because how private she kept her life, but she couldn't keep it a secret forever. She wanted Jack more than ever now, and she couldn't stop thinking about how easily their lips moved together. They were in sync. One with another.
"I knew it!" Bunny stood to her feet as she laughed to herself, "That calls for another mimosa! I'm getting more! Don't spill anything else! I'll be right back!"
"I cannot believe you didn't tell me, Y/N," Alice pouted playfully before nudging her arm with her elbow, "You're supposed to be my best friend, come on now."
"I didn't know what to say!" Y/N giggled as she kicked her feet slightly in nervousness, "But yes, we did kiss. I hope that we kiss more in the future too. He's an amazing kisser."
"You are a sly dog and I am loving this for you right now," Alice said, "Who knows? Soon enough you two will be moved into a bigger house with a bigger yard and even a bigger family."
Y/N wasn't scared of the thought of having kids. It was something she always wanted, but Jack had one kid already. Even if people didn't know, they would soon enough. Jack said that he was ready to move his kid into his house and eventually everyone will find out that he was with someone else prior. Maybe it was too soon to think about a family, but she could only dream.
"Like that house over there," She pointed towards the blue house that was on the other side of Bunny's home. It had been vacant for a while. Though she's never been inside the house, she found it to be gorgeous on the outside. Her small house could never hold a family, but that house seemed to be a perfect size.
Alice smile wavered as she stared at the blue house, eventually falling to a deadpan. Her fingers gripped around her drink tighter as she glanced towards Y/N with a timid smile. "Maybe not that house."
"Why not that one?" She scooted herself towards the edge of her seat, pointing at the fenced in back yard, "It would be perfect for kids. It's a big house, I could see myself living in it with a family."
"That house is not for sale." Alice said short and strict as she stood to her feet, brushing her hair back. Her eyes became watery as she looked towards Bunny with a worried expression.
"Hope you guys weren't talking about anything juicy without me! I got the drinks!" Bunny coo'd as she shook the drinks around just enough that the liquid would round the glass and not spill out. But once she saw Y/N's confused expression and Alice's watery eyes, she knew something was wrong. "Wait, what's wrong? Seriously, what did I miss?"
"Nothing, she was just—“Alice’s words trailed off as she raised her hands in surrender, slinking herself down into her lounge chair once more.
"I was just talking about how that house over there would be perfect for a family home," She was confused. She didn't know why Alice had suddenly became so anxious and emotional, but when Bunny turned to look at the house besides hers, she reacted almost the same way.
"Oh..." Bunny breathed out with a shake to her voice, "You don't want to live there. There are other houses that are—“
"Can someone explain to me why I shouldn't?" Y/N crossed her arms over her chest, tired of the both of them being so vague about this house. "Why are you two acting so weird?"
Alice sat down quietly, not saying a word, which led Bunny to be the one to say what was going on. The tension in the air was thick and made her have goosebumps just from the uncertainty.
"Our friend..." Bunny sighed as she sat down, placing the drinks down onto the table next to her, "Her name was Margaret. She used to live in that house. Ever since she passed away, we've made sure that nobody has moved into that house. It's just so..."
Alice had tears streaming thickly down her cheeks as she sipped her mimosa down quickly. One could only guess to numb the pain of her best friend dying, one thing that Y/N didn't know anything about. She had never lost anyone in her life. Her parents were still alive, and maybe she didn't have best friends before this, but she never knew the pain of even unfriending someone.
"It's so strange not having her around," Alice shook out, using the pads of her fingers to wipe her away the tears from her cheeks, "She was my best friend. We all really loved her."
"What, um..." Y/N gulped, now feeling the guilt of pressing on the subject so much, "What happened to her?"
"We shouldn't talk about it—" Bunny rushed out with a frown.
"No, Bunny," Alice waved her hand with a sniffle, "It's okay." She turned towards Y/N with a soft smile, though she could see through the smile that it was a facade. She wanted to seem like she was okay, but Alice wasn't okay. "She killed herself sometime ago. Feels like a lifetime without her, you know?"
She nodded. "I'm sorry for your loss. I didn't know...Margaret sounded like a lovely friend."
"She was," Alice nodded, "I think no matter where you go, you can't escape reality. Even here. Some people move to Victory thinking that it's going to be perfect and it's not. Your problems follow you everywhere. It's far from perfect, but our neighborhood is like a family. I wouldn't trade you guys for the world."
That resonated with Y/N. She moved here to show her parents how independent she could be. Sometimes she had problems with her family being so strict on her, but she loved them. Even with the family problems, she was reminded how little she had talked to her parents since she moved here. Running away from her problems wasn't the smartest thing to do, but it's what felt right. Even if she missed her mom's cooking.
"You're right," She breathed out, rubbing her arm as she gazed out towards the scenery in front of her. This place was a breath of fresh air, almost too good to be true, but she was happy here. And that was okay.
Bunny slid herself onto the lounge chair with the drinks in her hands, handing them out to her friends.
"To Margaret. That cheeky girl will forever live in this neighborhood and in everyone's hearts."
Alice smiled tiredly. "To Margaret."
They all took a long sip of their mimosa's, quietly, and afterwards had a moment of silence for one of the sweetest girls to enter Victory.
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"Darling I'm with you all the time..." Jack hummed softly into the shell of Amelia's ear, fingers feathering over her hair delicately as she hugged his ribcage tightly, "Can't you see...I long to be—with you all the time..."
Amelia and Jack finally had some time together. Ruth agreed to let Jack come see her for a full weekend, but his idea was to persuade Ruth into letting him take her for the week. Ever since he arrived, Amelia had been giddy and excited, showing her daddy her drawings from school, or her new toys. Of course Jack didn't show up empty handed. He came with toys and clothes, and money for Ruth.
Which made them both of them happy. At least he was doing something right.
Jack continued to hum that same tune over and over again as Amelia dozed off for her mid day nap. The TV lulled in the background, almost making Jack fall asleep from how peaceful the house was whenever Ruth wasn't screaming at him. Or vice versa.
"Jack?" Ruth rounded the corner to see her ex and daughter dozing off on the couch together. Her shoulders slumped, pulling her lip into her mouth. Ruth hated to admit that she still loved Jack, but with everything that happened between them, she didn't know if she could forgive him.
Jack's eyes fluttered open ever so slightly, a line of drool pooling across the corner of his lip as he used his elbow to sit up ever so slightly.
"Yeah?" He said above a whisper, rubbing his red eyes with his knuckles. Jack needed to find a way to stop driving this far every weekend. It exhausted him, even if he had been doing this drive for five years now.
"Coffee is in the kitchen," She swallowed, "Would you like to sit with me for a cup?"
He didn't want to leave his daughter's side, but he knew that if he slept with her right now that it would mess up his sleeping schedule. Plus, this would've been a good time to bring up taking Amelia home with him. He had spent weeks getting her room ready, and even if he's not some designer, he thought he did a good job with her room.
He even asked his mum about what to decorate the room with and her ideas are what brought the room to life.
Giving her a nod, he slid out of Amelia's grasp carefully. He paused for a moment when she let out a soft whine, but she slowly turned onto her side and cuddled into the couch cushion before lulling back to sleep. Jack sighed, putting a blanket over her before carefully making his way into the kitchen.
"You look exhausted," Ruth commented on the dark bags under his eyes as she pushed a cup of coffee towards him, then sat down in the chair that was in front of him.
"Living a secret double life gets exhausting, Ruth," Jack mumbled before taking a long, slow sip of his coffee. It was warm, and he felt himself come back to life somewhat as he kept sipping on the liquid.
"Taking care of a kid all the time is exhausting," She retorted as she placed a cigarette between her lips, lighting it aflame before blowing the smoke into his face, "All alone. No help but on the weekends."
Jack didn't appreciate her habit of smoking, but never commented on it. It did smell awful and hated how the house smelled because of it. "I meant to talk to you about something..."
Ruth stared at him, saying nothing. Jack inhaled as his finger circled around the brim of the coffee cup.
"Amelia's room is all set up at my house," He said low, careful not to set her off. "I want to bring her home with me for the week. See how she likes it. You obviously need a break and I want to spend more time with my daughter."
"It's not going to work," She immediately rejected the idea with a wave in front of her hand and a soft scowl, "I mean, really Jack? Who is going to watch her when you're away at work? You can't just leave her there at the house on her own."
"My neighbor can watch her when she gets off the school bus," Jack interjected quickly with a frown, "Well, I haven't asked her, but...she doesn't have a real job. She could watch Amelia."
Ruth sighed. "I don't need another married couple knowing about our failed relationship. It's bad enough that Paul and Linda next door try to give me hand outs. It's embarrassing."
"She's not married!" Jack rushed out, a bit too quick. The minute it left his lips, he could see the jealousy all over his ex's face. His grip tightened around his coffee cup tightly, sucking his lip into his mouth nervously. He was waiting for her to blow her top, but she just sat there quietly. “She, um…She’s single…”
He didn't know what was more scary.
A yelling Ruth or a quiet one.
It was eerie.
"She's not married?"
"N-no..." Jack nearly stuttered out as he stared into her half lidded eyes. "She could watch Amelia and—"
"She's not married, she doesn't have a job--yet she lives in Victory?" Ruth sounded more curious than anything. Jack blinked hard, giving her a nod. "How?"
"I don't know," He said truthfully, "I don't know her that well. I haven't asked. I just know that she does door-to-door here. Sometimes baking."
He was only half telling the truth. He just didn't want Ruth to feel less than, even if they had broken up sometime ago. Sure, she was difficult to deal with at times, but he couldn't help but feel like this was his fault. Ruth knew it was his fault. The sorrow between the both of them ran deep, almost to the point that they both felt guilty even if they did decide to leave.
But, it was too late.
"You're sticking your dick in her, aren't you?" She said bluntly with her cigarette bouncing between her lips. Jack's eyes widened only slightly in shock, fixing his posture back in defense.
"I am not having—" His voice was loud, but quickly reminded himself of his daughter in the other room, "Relations...with my neighbor." He lowered his voice, biting back his urge to defend himself further.
He didn't need to explain his feelings about Y/N to his ex. He refused to.
"But you like her," Ruth sighed, stubbing her cigarette out with her dainty fingers before flicking her wrist in a careless motion, "I knew you would move on, but I didn't think it would be with someone in Victory—I'm not angry, I'm just..." She shrugged, averting her gaze towards the kitchen window.
Ruth didn't need to explain how she felt because Jack already knew. He knew this woman from the inside out. He spent nearly eight years with her and the last few years being broke up. Even if she didn't say she was jealous, or wish she had the life that Y/N had, Jack could already tell it was how she felt.
"I'm...sorry," Jack bit down onto his quivering lip. His situation wasn't ideal, but it was what it was. Ruth and Jack needed a sturdy foundation before moving here together, but they were hasty and desperate.
"Don't be sorry. You were the one with the idea of moving here—Giving my agreeance, I was in love with you, but God what a mistake that was. If I had a time machine," Ruth whispered lowly as her teary eyes stared down into the cup of coffee that started to go cold.
Jack inhaled slowly, feeling his body tense. "You can always leave." He gestured around the thin air, "You don't have to stay here. You can leave."
"The fact that you would even bring the idea up is crazy!" She hissed, "I have Amelia here. We have lived here for five years, Jack. Five years. I refuse to leave everything behind."
"Then come live in Victory!" Jack chuckled dryly with a lopsided, defeated smile that slowly shrank into a frown, "Come back to Victory with me. Please, Ruth, I am begging you to cut me some slack. I desperately want to be able to take care of you and my daughter, that is what a Father does, but I cannot do it from two hours away."
"I am not moving back to Victory! Do you know how much I sacrificed to be with you? To have Amelia? I had to beg my family to come visit me from time to time, even then, it's like pulling teeth! They help me, but not enough. Not...not enough," Ruth breathed as her shaky hand laid across her forehead. Jack watched as she broke down at the kitchen table, as if the guilt was not enough, she was breaking his heart.
Jack stood to his feet, slowly, walking over to her as he placed a reaffirming hand onto her shoulder. Ruth cried shakily, standing to her feet as she wrapped her arms around her ex and hugged him. It stunned Jack, having her hug him like this. But in this moment it wasn't a match between two ex's to see who could hurt each other more, or who was better. In that moment, it was two parents. Two ex's. Desperate for the best outcome for the shit show they had created.
"It's...okay, Ruth," Jack whispered as his arms snaked around her back and held her tightly. His chest constricted while his throat ached to cry. He pinched his eyes shut tightly, hiding his face into her hair.
"Promise me one thing, Jack," Ruth's voice shook, "Just one thing."
"What is it?"
There was a moment of silence, hearing her catch her breath. Trying desperately to get herself together.
"That...that you'll bring Amelia back to me."
His hand rubbed over her back, though showing no emotional attachment, he just wanted to be there for her.
"I will." Jack nodded, "I promise."
Ruth's body relaxed at the promise, slowly drawing herself away from Jack as her teary eyes gazed into his. His fingers feathered across her face to tuck her hair behind her ears, while she placed a begging hand to his chest in pure desperation.
(click here for the song of this chapter. it’s the vibe for this part.)
summary: strange things are happening in the town of victory while jack tries to make things right.
cw: mentions of suicide and mental health
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"I'm so glad we got to have a girls day today," Bunny sighed through her cigarette as she paced around the black and white checkered floor, a few of the ashes from the cigarette falling onto the ground, "Without the boys. Now the girls can play!"
"Don't get too excited, Bunny, I still have to be home by five to cook dinner for Frank when he comes home from work," Alice reminded her with a scrunch of her face. Y/N was pacing around her kitchen, cooking breakfast for the three of them.
Coffee, bacon, eggs, buttered toast. Just a simple breakfast for a simple morning. It was nice to finally have some girls to hang out with. Ever since the whole Gemma drama had died down, Y/N found herself being quite bored around the house. There wasn't much to do other than cook and bake in between her side jobs.
"It must be nice, isn't it?" She spoke softly with a timid smile, meeting Alice's eyes as she opened the case of eggs carefully, "Having a husband to cook for, that is."
Alice smiled softly, straightening her posture. "He takes good care of me. I can't complain. He leaves everyday and goes to work at a mind numbing job while I get to stay here with you guys and drink all day and garden."
"Garden," Bunny snorted loudly as she stubbed her cigarette out in the ashtray, "Right. We just lounge in the sun and drink all day, let's be serious."
A soft chuckle escaped her lips as she watched her two friends converse with one another. She hadn't remembered a time when she felt this content, this relaxed with her life. Since moving to Victory, she doesn't have any troubles. Everything was so carefree and the people that came with it acted as such.
"I would love to see your booze-filled garden one day, Bunny," Y/N chuckled as she grabbed one of the eggs from the case. Turning on her heel, she walked to the sizzling pan where the bacon was and began to crack it while looking back at Bunny, "I've yet to day drink. I think I deserve a break from baking goods all the time."
"But your cakes are to die for, Y/N, I mean really. Those cupcakes you made for my kid's birthday were so delicious," Bunny picked her coffee up as she tilted it towards Y/N, "But please, stop by any time. You're more than welcome to hang out when the kids aren't around."
She smiled. "I will take you up on that offer."
When she turned around to look down at the pan, her eyes seemed to have deceived her. The egg she had cracked was empty. Nothing was in it. She shook her head, a confused chuckle escaping her as she grabbed the handle of the pan and lifted it just to see if the egg may had fallen underneath it instead of on it.
But there was nothing.
"Odd..."
"What's odd?" Alice said through her laughter, interrupting her conversation with Bunny as she skipped her way towards Y/N. When Alice stood beside her, she saw the empty eggshell. "Oh, that?"
"I didn't think that was possible," She shook her head again with a confused, yet amused look on her face. Honestly, she didn't really think much of it. It was just odd, she had never seen an empty eggshell before. “There wasn’t any yolk in the egg. It’s empty.”
"It happens sometimes," Bunny grabbed another egg as she cracked it open over the pan and the yellow yolk rolled out of the shell and onto the pan with a sizzle, "Just gotta crack another one. That's all." She shrugged her shoulder as if it wasn’t a big deal.
"Hm." Y/N shrugged, "Okay so, scrambled or sunny side up?”
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After breakfast Y/N and the girls moved over to Bunny's house. She had a pool in the back with lounge chairs where they could sit by the pool and get drunk. It was what she needed after a long morning of chit chat and a stomach full of breakfast.
But, instead of having a conversation about themselves, Bunny and Alice were adamant on getting information out of Y/N with her and Jack.
"C'mon, I see the way he looks at you, honey." Alice tilted her drink towards Y/N with furrowed brows, "If you don't see it by now, I don't know what to tell you. Absolutely hard headed, you are."
"Alice!" She pouted, leaning towards the two girls. The three mimosa's she had drank down was making her body feel buzzed, but not buzzed enough to spill anything. "I mean...I do enjoy being around him. He is a charming man, that's for sure. I just don't know..." She hummed with a sly smile, very telling to both of the girls that something happened between the both of them.
"You guys have something going on that you aren't telling us!" Bunny quipped as she pointed her finger towards Y/N with a knowing look, "Look at that face, Alice. Look at it. That's a look of 'Me and Jack totally have something going on'!"
"Just tell us, Y/N!" Alice grabbed both of her hands, pulling her close to herself as she stared into her eyes, "You can't put anything past us. Spill now."
Biting down on her lip, she rolled her eyes as she wiggled her shoulders at the thought of the way Jack had kissed her prior. "Okay, fine! Fine! We...kissed at the beach."
The minute it left her lips, Alice and Bunny both freaked out together. Squealing and kicking their legs like school girls. She felt somewhat embarrassed because how private she kept her life, but she couldn't keep it a secret forever. She wanted Jack more than ever now, and she couldn't stop thinking about how easily their lips moved together. They were in sync. One with another.
"I knew it!" Bunny stood to her feet as she laughed to herself, "That calls for another mimosa! I'm getting more! Don't spill anything else! I'll be right back!"
"I cannot believe you didn't tell me, Y/N," Alice pouted playfully before nudging her arm with her elbow, "You're supposed to be my best friend, come on now."
"I didn't know what to say!" Y/N giggled as she kicked her feet slightly in nervousness, "But yes, we did kiss. I hope that we kiss more in the future too. He's an amazing kisser."
"You are a sly dog and I am loving this for you right now," Alice said, "Who knows? Soon enough you two will be moved into a bigger house with a bigger yard and even a bigger family."
Y/N wasn't scared of the thought of having kids. It was something she always wanted, but Jack had one kid already. Even if people didn't know, they would soon enough. Jack said that he was ready to move his kid into his house and eventually everyone will find out that he was with someone else prior. Maybe it was too soon to think about a family, but she could only dream.
"Like that house over there," She pointed towards the blue house that was on the other side of Bunny's home. It had been vacant for a while. Though she's never been inside the house, she found it to be gorgeous on the outside. Her small house could never hold a family, but that house seemed to be a perfect size.
Alice smile wavered as she stared at the blue house, eventually falling to a deadpan. Her fingers gripped around her drink tighter as she glanced towards Y/N with a timid smile. "Maybe not that house."
"Why not that one?" She scooted herself towards the edge of her seat, pointing at the fenced in back yard, "It would be perfect for kids. It's a big house, I could see myself living in it with a family."
"That house is not for sale." Alice said short and strict as she stood to her feet, brushing her hair back. Her eyes became watery as she looked towards Bunny with a worried expression.
"Hope you guys weren't talking about anything juicy without me! I got the drinks!" Bunny coo'd as she shook the drinks around just enough that the liquid would round the glass and not spill out. But once she saw Y/N's confused expression and Alice's watery eyes, she knew something was wrong. "Wait, what's wrong? Seriously, what did I miss?"
"Nothing, she was just—“Alice’s words trailed off as she raised her hands in surrender, slinking herself down into her lounge chair once more.
"I was just talking about how that house over there would be perfect for a family home," She was confused. She didn't know why Alice had suddenly became so anxious and emotional, but when Bunny turned to look at the house besides hers, she reacted almost the same way.
"Oh..." Bunny breathed out with a shake to her voice, "You don't want to live there. There are other houses that are—“
"Can someone explain to me why I shouldn't?" Y/N crossed her arms over her chest, tired of the both of them being so vague about this house. "Why are you two acting so weird?"
Alice sat down quietly, not saying a word, which led Bunny to be the one to say what was going on. The tension in the air was thick and made her have goosebumps just from the uncertainty.
"Our friend..." Bunny sighed as she sat down, placing the drinks down onto the table next to her, "Her name was Margaret. She used to live in that house. Ever since she passed away, we've made sure that nobody has moved into that house. It's just so..."
Alice had tears streaming thickly down her cheeks as she sipped her mimosa down quickly. One could only guess to numb the pain of her best friend dying, one thing that Y/N didn't know anything about. She had never lost anyone in her life. Her parents were still alive, and maybe she didn't have best friends before this, but she never knew the pain of even unfriending someone.
"It's so strange not having her around," Alice shook out, using the pads of her fingers to wipe her away the tears from her cheeks, "She was my best friend. We all really loved her."
"What, um..." Y/N gulped, now feeling the guilt of pressing on the subject so much, "What happened to her?"
"We shouldn't talk about it—" Bunny rushed out with a frown.
"No, Bunny," Alice waved her hand with a sniffle, "It's okay." She turned towards Y/N with a soft smile, though she could see through the smile that it was a facade. She wanted to seem like she was okay, but Alice wasn't okay. "She killed herself sometime ago. Feels like a lifetime without her, you know?"
She nodded. "I'm sorry for your loss. I didn't know...Margaret sounded like a lovely friend."
"She was," Alice nodded, "I think no matter where you go, you can't escape reality. Even here. Some people move to Victory thinking that it's going to be perfect and it's not. Your problems follow you everywhere. It's far from perfect, but our neighborhood is like a family. I wouldn't trade you guys for the world."
That resonated with Y/N. She moved here to show her parents how independent she could be. Sometimes she had problems with her family being so strict on her, but she loved them. Even with the family problems, she was reminded how little she had talked to her parents since she moved here. Running away from her problems wasn't the smartest thing to do, but it's what felt right. Even if she missed her mom's cooking.
"You're right," She breathed out, rubbing her arm as she gazed out towards the scenery in front of her. This place was a breath of fresh air, almost too good to be true, but she was happy here. And that was okay.
Bunny slid herself onto the lounge chair with the drinks in her hands, handing them out to her friends.
"To Margaret. That cheeky girl will forever live in this neighborhood and in everyone's hearts."
Alice smiled tiredly. "To Margaret."
They all took a long sip of their mimosa's, quietly, and afterwards had a moment of silence for one of the sweetest girls to enter Victory.
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"Darling I'm with you all the time..." Jack hummed softly into the shell of Amelia's ear, fingers feathering over her hair delicately as she hugged his ribcage tightly, "Can't you see...I long to be—with you all the time..."
Amelia and Jack finally had some time together. Ruth agreed to let Jack come see her for a full weekend, but his idea was to persuade Ruth into letting him take her for the week. Ever since he arrived, Amelia had been giddy and excited, showing her daddy her drawings from school, or her new toys. Of course Jack didn't show up empty handed. He came with toys and clothes, and money for Ruth.
Which made them both of them happy. At least he was doing something right.
Jack continued to hum that same tune over and over again as Amelia dozed off for her mid day nap. The TV lulled in the background, almost making Jack fall asleep from how peaceful the house was whenever Ruth wasn't screaming at him. Or vice versa.
"Jack?" Ruth rounded the corner to see her ex and daughter dozing off on the couch together. Her shoulders slumped, pulling her lip into her mouth. Ruth hated to admit that she still loved Jack, but with everything that happened between them, she didn't know if she could forgive him.
Jack's eyes fluttered open ever so slightly, a line of drool pooling across the corner of his lip as he used his elbow to sit up ever so slightly.
"Yeah?" He said above a whisper, rubbing his red eyes with his knuckles. Jack needed to find a way to stop driving this far every weekend. It exhausted him, even if he had been doing this drive for five years now.
"Coffee is in the kitchen," She swallowed, "Would you like to sit with me for a cup?"
He didn't want to leave his daughter's side, but he knew that if he slept with her right now that it would mess up his sleeping schedule. Plus, this would've been a good time to bring up taking Amelia home with him. He had spent weeks getting her room ready, and even if he's not some designer, he thought he did a good job with her room.
He even asked his mum about what to decorate the room with and her ideas are what brought the room to life.
Giving her a nod, he slid out of Amelia's grasp carefully. He paused for a moment when she let out a soft whine, but she slowly turned onto her side and cuddled into the couch cushion before lulling back to sleep. Jack sighed, putting a blanket over her before carefully making his way into the kitchen.
"You look exhausted," Ruth commented on the dark bags under his eyes as she pushed a cup of coffee towards him, then sat down in the chair that was in front of him.
"Living a secret double life gets exhausting, Ruth," Jack mumbled before taking a long, slow sip of his coffee. It was warm, and he felt himself come back to life somewhat as he kept sipping on the liquid.
"Taking care of a kid all the time is exhausting," She retorted as she placed a cigarette between her lips, lighting it aflame before blowing the smoke into his face, "All alone. No help but on the weekends."
Jack didn't appreciate her habit of smoking, but never commented on it. It did smell awful and hated how the house smelled because of it. "I meant to talk to you about something..."
Ruth stared at him, saying nothing. Jack inhaled as his finger circled around the brim of the coffee cup.
"Amelia's room is all set up at my house," He said low, careful not to set her off. "I want to bring her home with me for the week. See how she likes it. You obviously need a break and I want to spend more time with my daughter."
"It's not going to work," She immediately rejected the idea with a wave in front of her hand and a soft scowl, "I mean, really Jack? Who is going to watch her when you're away at work? You can't just leave her there at the house on her own."
"My neighbor can watch her when she gets off the school bus," Jack interjected quickly with a frown, "Well, I haven't asked her, but...she doesn't have a real job. She could watch Amelia."
Ruth sighed. "I don't need another married couple knowing about our failed relationship. It's bad enough that Paul and Linda next door try to give me hand outs. It's embarrassing."
"She's not married!" Jack rushed out, a bit too quick. The minute it left his lips, he could see the jealousy all over his ex's face. His grip tightened around his coffee cup tightly, sucking his lip into his mouth nervously. He was waiting for her to blow her top, but she just sat there quietly. “She, um…She’s single…”
He didn't know what was more scary.
A yelling Ruth or a quiet one.
It was eerie.
"She's not married?"
"N-no..." Jack nearly stuttered out as he stared into her half lidded eyes. "She could watch Amelia and—"
"She's not married, she doesn't have a job--yet she lives in Victory?" Ruth sounded more curious than anything. Jack blinked hard, giving her a nod. "How?"
"I don't know," He said truthfully, "I don't know her that well. I haven't asked. I just know that she does door-to-door here. Sometimes baking."
He was only half telling the truth. He just didn't want Ruth to feel less than, even if they had broken up sometime ago. Sure, she was difficult to deal with at times, but he couldn't help but feel like this was his fault. Ruth knew it was his fault. The sorrow between the both of them ran deep, almost to the point that they both felt guilty even if they did decide to leave.
But, it was too late.
"You're sticking your dick in her, aren't you?" She said bluntly with her cigarette bouncing between her lips. Jack's eyes widened only slightly in shock, fixing his posture back in defense.
"I am not having—" His voice was loud, but quickly reminded himself of his daughter in the other room, "Relations...with my neighbor." He lowered his voice, biting back his urge to defend himself further.
He didn't need to explain his feelings about Y/N to his ex. He refused to.
"But you like her," Ruth sighed, stubbing her cigarette out with her dainty fingers before flicking her wrist in a careless motion, "I knew you would move on, but I didn't think it would be with someone in Victory—I'm not angry, I'm just..." She shrugged, averting her gaze towards the kitchen window.
Ruth didn't need to explain how she felt because Jack already knew. He knew this woman from the inside out. He spent nearly eight years with her and the last few years being broke up. Even if she didn't say she was jealous, or wish she had the life that Y/N had, Jack could already tell it was how she felt.
"I'm...sorry," Jack bit down onto his quivering lip. His situation wasn't ideal, but it was what it was. Ruth and Jack needed a sturdy foundation before moving here together, but they were hasty and desperate.
"Don't be sorry. You were the one with the idea of moving here—Giving my agreeance, I was in love with you, but God what a mistake that was. If I had a time machine," Ruth whispered lowly as her teary eyes stared down into the cup of coffee that started to go cold.
Jack inhaled slowly, feeling his body tense. "You can always leave." He gestured around the thin air, "You don't have to stay here. You can leave."
"The fact that you would even bring the idea up is crazy!" She hissed, "I have Amelia here. We have lived here for five years, Jack. Five years. I refuse to leave everything behind."
"Then come live in Victory!" Jack chuckled dryly with a lopsided, defeated smile that slowly shrank into a frown, "Come back to Victory with me. Please, Ruth, I am begging you to cut me some slack. I desperately want to be able to take care of you and my daughter, that is what a Father does, but I cannot do it from two hours away."
"I am not moving back to Victory! Do you know how much I sacrificed to be with you? To have Amelia? I had to beg my family to come visit me from time to time, even then, it's like pulling teeth! They help me, but not enough. Not...not enough," Ruth breathed as her shaky hand laid across her forehead. Jack watched as she broke down at the kitchen table, as if the guilt was not enough, she was breaking his heart.
Jack stood to his feet, slowly, walking over to her as he placed a reaffirming hand onto her shoulder. Ruth cried shakily, standing to her feet as she wrapped her arms around her ex and hugged him. It stunned Jack, having her hug him like this. But in this moment it wasn't a match between two ex's to see who could hurt each other more, or who was better. In that moment, it was two parents. Two ex's. Desperate for the best outcome for the shit show they had created.
"It's...okay, Ruth," Jack whispered as his arms snaked around her back and held her tightly. His chest constricted while his throat ached to cry. He pinched his eyes shut tightly, hiding his face into her hair.
"Promise me one thing, Jack," Ruth's voice shook, "Just one thing."
"What is it?"
There was a moment of silence, hearing her catch her breath. Trying desperately to get herself together.
"That...that you'll bring Amelia back to me."
His hand rubbed over her back, though showing no emotional attachment, he just wanted to be there for her.
"I will." Jack nodded, "I promise."
Ruth's body relaxed at the promise, slowly drawing herself away from Jack as her teary eyes gazed into his. His fingers feathered across her face to tuck her hair behind her ears, while she placed a begging hand to his chest in pure desperation.
(click here for the song of this chapter. it’s the vibe for this part.)
summary: strange things are happening in the town of victory while jack tries to make things right.
cw: mentions of suicide and mental health
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"I'm so glad we got to have a girls day today," Bunny sighed through her cigarette as she paced around the black and white checkered floor, a few of the ashes from the cigarette falling onto the ground, "Without the boys. Now the girls can play!"
"Don't get too excited, Bunny, I still have to be home by five to cook dinner for Frank when he comes home from work," Alice reminded her with a scrunch of her face. Y/N was pacing around her kitchen, cooking breakfast for the three of them.
Coffee, bacon, eggs, buttered toast. Just a simple breakfast for a simple morning. It was nice to finally have some girls to hang out with. Ever since the whole Gemma drama had died down, Y/N found herself being quite bored around the house. There wasn't much to do other than cook and bake in between her side jobs.
"It must be nice, isn't it?" She spoke softly with a timid smile, meeting Alice's eyes as she opened the case of eggs carefully, "Having a husband to cook for, that is."
Alice smiled softly, straightening her posture. "He takes good care of me. I can't complain. He leaves everyday and goes to work at a mind numbing job while I get to stay here with you guys and drink all day and garden."
"Garden," Bunny snorted loudly as she stubbed her cigarette out in the ashtray, "Right. We just lounge in the sun and drink all day, let's be serious."
A soft chuckle escaped her lips as she watched her two friends converse with one another. She hadn't remembered a time when she felt this content, this relaxed with her life. Since moving to Victory, she doesn't have any troubles. Everything was so carefree and the people that came with it acted as such.
"I would love to see your booze-filled garden one day, Bunny," Y/N chuckled as she grabbed one of the eggs from the case. Turning on her heel, she walked to the sizzling pan where the bacon was and began to crack it while looking back at Bunny, "I've yet to day drink. I think I deserve a break from baking goods all the time."
"But your cakes are to die for, Y/N, I mean really. Those cupcakes you made for my kid's birthday were so delicious," Bunny picked her coffee up as she tilted it towards Y/N, "But please, stop by any time. You're more than welcome to hang out when the kids aren't around."
She smiled. "I will take you up on that offer."
When she turned around to look down at the pan, her eyes seemed to have deceived her. The egg she had cracked was empty. Nothing was in it. She shook her head, a confused chuckle escaping her as she grabbed the handle of the pan and lifted it just to see if the egg may had fallen underneath it instead of on it.
But there was nothing.
"Odd..."
"What's odd?" Alice said through her laughter, interrupting her conversation with Bunny as she skipped her way towards Y/N. When Alice stood beside her, she saw the empty eggshell. "Oh, that?"
"I didn't think that was possible," She shook her head again with a confused, yet amused look on her face. Honestly, she didn't really think much of it. It was just odd, she had never seen an empty eggshell before. “There wasn’t any yolk in the egg. It’s empty.”
"It happens sometimes," Bunny grabbed another egg as she cracked it open over the pan and the yellow yolk rolled out of the shell and onto the pan with a sizzle, "Just gotta crack another one. That's all." She shrugged her shoulder as if it wasn’t a big deal.
"Hm." Y/N shrugged, "Okay so, scrambled or sunny side up?”
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After breakfast Y/N and the girls moved over to Bunny's house. She had a pool in the back with lounge chairs where they could sit by the pool and get drunk. It was what she needed after a long morning of chit chat and a stomach full of breakfast.
But, instead of having a conversation about themselves, Bunny and Alice were adamant on getting information out of Y/N with her and Jack.
"C'mon, I see the way he looks at you, honey." Alice tilted her drink towards Y/N with furrowed brows, "If you don't see it by now, I don't know what to tell you. Absolutely hard headed, you are."
"Alice!" She pouted, leaning towards the two girls. The three mimosa's she had drank down was making her body feel buzzed, but not buzzed enough to spill anything. "I mean...I do enjoy being around him. He is a charming man, that's for sure. I just don't know..." She hummed with a sly smile, very telling to both of the girls that something happened between the both of them.
"You guys have something going on that you aren't telling us!" Bunny quipped as she pointed her finger towards Y/N with a knowing look, "Look at that face, Alice. Look at it. That's a look of 'Me and Jack totally have something going on'!"
"Just tell us, Y/N!" Alice grabbed both of her hands, pulling her close to herself as she stared into her eyes, "You can't put anything past us. Spill now."
Biting down on her lip, she rolled her eyes as she wiggled her shoulders at the thought of the way Jack had kissed her prior. "Okay, fine! Fine! We...kissed at the beach."
The minute it left her lips, Alice and Bunny both freaked out together. Squealing and kicking their legs like school girls. She felt somewhat embarrassed because how private she kept her life, but she couldn't keep it a secret forever. She wanted Jack more than ever now, and she couldn't stop thinking about how easily their lips moved together. They were in sync. One with another.
"I knew it!" Bunny stood to her feet as she laughed to herself, "That calls for another mimosa! I'm getting more! Don't spill anything else! I'll be right back!"
"I cannot believe you didn't tell me, Y/N," Alice pouted playfully before nudging her arm with her elbow, "You're supposed to be my best friend, come on now."
"I didn't know what to say!" Y/N giggled as she kicked her feet slightly in nervousness, "But yes, we did kiss. I hope that we kiss more in the future too. He's an amazing kisser."
"You are a sly dog and I am loving this for you right now," Alice said, "Who knows? Soon enough you two will be moved into a bigger house with a bigger yard and even a bigger family."
Y/N wasn't scared of the thought of having kids. It was something she always wanted, but Jack had one kid already. Even if people didn't know, they would soon enough. Jack said that he was ready to move his kid into his house and eventually everyone will find out that he was with someone else prior. Maybe it was too soon to think about a family, but she could only dream.
"Like that house over there," She pointed towards the blue house that was on the other side of Bunny's home. It had been vacant for a while. Though she's never been inside the house, she found it to be gorgeous on the outside. Her small house could never hold a family, but that house seemed to be a perfect size.
Alice smile wavered as she stared at the blue house, eventually falling to a deadpan. Her fingers gripped around her drink tighter as she glanced towards Y/N with a timid smile. "Maybe not that house."
"Why not that one?" She scooted herself towards the edge of her seat, pointing at the fenced in back yard, "It would be perfect for kids. It's a big house, I could see myself living in it with a family."
"That house is not for sale." Alice said short and strict as she stood to her feet, brushing her hair back. Her eyes became watery as she looked towards Bunny with a worried expression.
"Hope you guys weren't talking about anything juicy without me! I got the drinks!" Bunny coo'd as she shook the drinks around just enough that the liquid would round the glass and not spill out. But once she saw Y/N's confused expression and Alice's watery eyes, she knew something was wrong. "Wait, what's wrong? Seriously, what did I miss?"
"Nothing, she was just—“Alice’s words trailed off as she raised her hands in surrender, slinking herself down into her lounge chair once more.
"I was just talking about how that house over there would be perfect for a family home," She was confused. She didn't know why Alice had suddenly became so anxious and emotional, but when Bunny turned to look at the house besides hers, she reacted almost the same way.
"Oh..." Bunny breathed out with a shake to her voice, "You don't want to live there. There are other houses that are—“
"Can someone explain to me why I shouldn't?" Y/N crossed her arms over her chest, tired of the both of them being so vague about this house. "Why are you two acting so weird?"
Alice sat down quietly, not saying a word, which led Bunny to be the one to say what was going on. The tension in the air was thick and made her have goosebumps just from the uncertainty.
"Our friend..." Bunny sighed as she sat down, placing the drinks down onto the table next to her, "Her name was Margaret. She used to live in that house. Ever since she passed away, we've made sure that nobody has moved into that house. It's just so..."
Alice had tears streaming thickly down her cheeks as she sipped her mimosa down quickly. One could only guess to numb the pain of her best friend dying, one thing that Y/N didn't know anything about. She had never lost anyone in her life. Her parents were still alive, and maybe she didn't have best friends before this, but she never knew the pain of even unfriending someone.
"It's so strange not having her around," Alice shook out, using the pads of her fingers to wipe her away the tears from her cheeks, "She was my best friend. We all really loved her."
"What, um..." Y/N gulped, now feeling the guilt of pressing on the subject so much, "What happened to her?"
"We shouldn't talk about it—" Bunny rushed out with a frown.
"No, Bunny," Alice waved her hand with a sniffle, "It's okay." She turned towards Y/N with a soft smile, though she could see through the smile that it was a facade. She wanted to seem like she was okay, but Alice wasn't okay. "She killed herself sometime ago. Feels like a lifetime without her, you know?"
She nodded. "I'm sorry for your loss. I didn't know...Margaret sounded like a lovely friend."
"She was," Alice nodded, "I think no matter where you go, you can't escape reality. Even here. Some people move to Victory thinking that it's going to be perfect and it's not. Your problems follow you everywhere. It's far from perfect, but our neighborhood is like a family. I wouldn't trade you guys for the world."
That resonated with Y/N. She moved here to show her parents how independent she could be. Sometimes she had problems with her family being so strict on her, but she loved them. Even with the family problems, she was reminded how little she had talked to her parents since she moved here. Running away from her problems wasn't the smartest thing to do, but it's what felt right. Even if she missed her mom's cooking.
"You're right," She breathed out, rubbing her arm as she gazed out towards the scenery in front of her. This place was a breath of fresh air, almost too good to be true, but she was happy here. And that was okay.
Bunny slid herself onto the lounge chair with the drinks in her hands, handing them out to her friends.
"To Margaret. That cheeky girl will forever live in this neighborhood and in everyone's hearts."
Alice smiled tiredly. "To Margaret."
They all took a long sip of their mimosa's, quietly, and afterwards had a moment of silence for one of the sweetest girls to enter Victory.
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"Darling I'm with you all the time..." Jack hummed softly into the shell of Amelia's ear, fingers feathering over her hair delicately as she hugged his ribcage tightly, "Can't you see...I long to be—with you all the time..."
Amelia and Jack finally had some time together. Ruth agreed to let Jack come see her for a full weekend, but his idea was to persuade Ruth into letting him take her for the week. Ever since he arrived, Amelia had been giddy and excited, showing her daddy her drawings from school, or her new toys. Of course Jack didn't show up empty handed. He came with toys and clothes, and money for Ruth.
Which made them both of them happy. At least he was doing something right.
Jack continued to hum that same tune over and over again as Amelia dozed off for her mid day nap. The TV lulled in the background, almost making Jack fall asleep from how peaceful the house was whenever Ruth wasn't screaming at him. Or vice versa.
"Jack?" Ruth rounded the corner to see her ex and daughter dozing off on the couch together. Her shoulders slumped, pulling her lip into her mouth. Ruth hated to admit that she still loved Jack, but with everything that happened between them, she didn't know if she could forgive him.
Jack's eyes fluttered open ever so slightly, a line of drool pooling across the corner of his lip as he used his elbow to sit up ever so slightly.
"Yeah?" He said above a whisper, rubbing his red eyes with his knuckles. Jack needed to find a way to stop driving this far every weekend. It exhausted him, even if he had been doing this drive for five years now.
"Coffee is in the kitchen," She swallowed, "Would you like to sit with me for a cup?"
He didn't want to leave his daughter's side, but he knew that if he slept with her right now that it would mess up his sleeping schedule. Plus, this would've been a good time to bring up taking Amelia home with him. He had spent weeks getting her room ready, and even if he's not some designer, he thought he did a good job with her room.
He even asked his mum about what to decorate the room with and her ideas are what brought the room to life.
Giving her a nod, he slid out of Amelia's grasp carefully. He paused for a moment when she let out a soft whine, but she slowly turned onto her side and cuddled into the couch cushion before lulling back to sleep. Jack sighed, putting a blanket over her before carefully making his way into the kitchen.
"You look exhausted," Ruth commented on the dark bags under his eyes as she pushed a cup of coffee towards him, then sat down in the chair that was in front of him.
"Living a secret double life gets exhausting, Ruth," Jack mumbled before taking a long, slow sip of his coffee. It was warm, and he felt himself come back to life somewhat as he kept sipping on the liquid.
"Taking care of a kid all the time is exhausting," She retorted as she placed a cigarette between her lips, lighting it aflame before blowing the smoke into his face, "All alone. No help but on the weekends."
Jack didn't appreciate her habit of smoking, but never commented on it. It did smell awful and hated how the house smelled because of it. "I meant to talk to you about something..."
Ruth stared at him, saying nothing. Jack inhaled as his finger circled around the brim of the coffee cup.
"Amelia's room is all set up at my house," He said low, careful not to set her off. "I want to bring her home with me for the week. See how she likes it. You obviously need a break and I want to spend more time with my daughter."
"It's not going to work," She immediately rejected the idea with a wave in front of her hand and a soft scowl, "I mean, really Jack? Who is going to watch her when you're away at work? You can't just leave her there at the house on her own."
"My neighbor can watch her when she gets off the school bus," Jack interjected quickly with a frown, "Well, I haven't asked her, but...she doesn't have a real job. She could watch Amelia."
Ruth sighed. "I don't need another married couple knowing about our failed relationship. It's bad enough that Paul and Linda next door try to give me hand outs. It's embarrassing."
"She's not married!" Jack rushed out, a bit too quick. The minute it left his lips, he could see the jealousy all over his ex's face. His grip tightened around his coffee cup tightly, sucking his lip into his mouth nervously. He was waiting for her to blow her top, but she just sat there quietly. “She, um…She’s single…”
He didn't know what was more scary.
A yelling Ruth or a quiet one.
It was eerie.
"She's not married?"
"N-no..." Jack nearly stuttered out as he stared into her half lidded eyes. "She could watch Amelia and—"
"She's not married, she doesn't have a job--yet she lives in Victory?" Ruth sounded more curious than anything. Jack blinked hard, giving her a nod. "How?"
"I don't know," He said truthfully, "I don't know her that well. I haven't asked. I just know that she does door-to-door here. Sometimes baking."
He was only half telling the truth. He just didn't want Ruth to feel less than, even if they had broken up sometime ago. Sure, she was difficult to deal with at times, but he couldn't help but feel like this was his fault. Ruth knew it was his fault. The sorrow between the both of them ran deep, almost to the point that they both felt guilty even if they did decide to leave.
But, it was too late.
"You're sticking your dick in her, aren't you?" She said bluntly with her cigarette bouncing between her lips. Jack's eyes widened only slightly in shock, fixing his posture back in defense.
"I am not having—" His voice was loud, but quickly reminded himself of his daughter in the other room, "Relations...with my neighbor." He lowered his voice, biting back his urge to defend himself further.
He didn't need to explain his feelings about Y/N to his ex. He refused to.
"But you like her," Ruth sighed, stubbing her cigarette out with her dainty fingers before flicking her wrist in a careless motion, "I knew you would move on, but I didn't think it would be with someone in Victory—I'm not angry, I'm just..." She shrugged, averting her gaze towards the kitchen window.
Ruth didn't need to explain how she felt because Jack already knew. He knew this woman from the inside out. He spent nearly eight years with her and the last few years being broke up. Even if she didn't say she was jealous, or wish she had the life that Y/N had, Jack could already tell it was how she felt.
"I'm...sorry," Jack bit down onto his quivering lip. His situation wasn't ideal, but it was what it was. Ruth and Jack needed a sturdy foundation before moving here together, but they were hasty and desperate.
"Don't be sorry. You were the one with the idea of moving here—Giving my agreeance, I was in love with you, but God what a mistake that was. If I had a time machine," Ruth whispered lowly as her teary eyes stared down into the cup of coffee that started to go cold.
Jack inhaled slowly, feeling his body tense. "You can always leave." He gestured around the thin air, "You don't have to stay here. You can leave."
"The fact that you would even bring the idea up is crazy!" She hissed, "I have Amelia here. We have lived here for five years, Jack. Five years. I refuse to leave everything behind."
"Then come live in Victory!" Jack chuckled dryly with a lopsided, defeated smile that slowly shrank into a frown, "Come back to Victory with me. Please, Ruth, I am begging you to cut me some slack. I desperately want to be able to take care of you and my daughter, that is what a Father does, but I cannot do it from two hours away."
"I am not moving back to Victory! Do you know how much I sacrificed to be with you? To have Amelia? I had to beg my family to come visit me from time to time, even then, it's like pulling teeth! They help me, but not enough. Not...not enough," Ruth breathed as her shaky hand laid across her forehead. Jack watched as she broke down at the kitchen table, as if the guilt was not enough, she was breaking his heart.
Jack stood to his feet, slowly, walking over to her as he placed a reaffirming hand onto her shoulder. Ruth cried shakily, standing to her feet as she wrapped her arms around her ex and hugged him. It stunned Jack, having her hug him like this. But in this moment it wasn't a match between two ex's to see who could hurt each other more, or who was better. In that moment, it was two parents. Two ex's. Desperate for the best outcome for the shit show they had created.
"It's...okay, Ruth," Jack whispered as his arms snaked around her back and held her tightly. His chest constricted while his throat ached to cry. He pinched his eyes shut tightly, hiding his face into her hair.
"Promise me one thing, Jack," Ruth's voice shook, "Just one thing."
"What is it?"
There was a moment of silence, hearing her catch her breath. Trying desperately to get herself together.
"That...that you'll bring Amelia back to me."
His hand rubbed over her back, though showing no emotional attachment, he just wanted to be there for her.
"I will." Jack nodded, "I promise."
Ruth's body relaxed at the promise, slowly drawing herself away from Jack as her teary eyes gazed into his. His fingers feathered across her face to tuck her hair behind her ears, while she placed a begging hand to his chest in pure desperation.
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