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pocketsizedsamwinchester · 5 years

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Mistakes Happen Part Two

Pairing: Jared x Reader

Word Count: 2.4k

Warnings: Talks of not wanting a baby.

Beta: @shay67ss

Danneel spent the night with you. You sobbed in her arms uncontrollably until you dozed off. When you woke up the next morning, a sick feeling came over you that made you want to throw up. You jumped up out of bed, startling Danneel awake and rushed to the washroom. After finishing throwing up your guts, you wiped your mouth and gargled water. Before you had gotten pregnant, the last time you had thrown up was when you were in middle school.

Weeks had passed and you felt as if you couldn’t even get out of bed. Your bump had grown and was now protruding outside of your pyjamas shirt as you refused to buy maternity clothes. Maybe if you didn’t acknowledge the pregnancy it would just… go away. You missed your last two appointments with Dr. Statem and you hadn’t been to work in a week. You were evading everyone’s calls, even Danneel’s calls and she was your only friend, at the moment. A knock on the main door of your apartment shook the entire room and startled you.

“Y/N!” The voice called out to you. “Please open up.”

It took you a moment to realize who it was.

Jared.

When you didn’t answer, the hallway went quiet. You figured (and prayed) that he had left. But before you knew it, there was jostling at your door. You heard it creak open.

“Thank you.” You heard Jared say to the person with the key who opened your door.

Your bedroom door, which was left open a crack, was pushed even further open to reveal a panicked looking Jared.

“Y/N are you okay?” He rushed over to your side and took a seat on the bed.

You nodded yes and looked away from him. Even just thinking about Jared brought back the memories of how hurt he looked when you weren’t going to tell him he was the father of your baby and how hurt Genevieve was when he told her.

“God, you look so sick, Y/N, have you been eating? Have you even been getting out of bed?” Jared gulped.

“Why are you here?” You grumbled.

“Your doctor called. You missed two appointments. You also haven’t been to work in a week. Whe-When I showed up here today and you didn’t answer… God, Y/N, I thought the worse.” Jared explained.

“Well… I-I’m fine. S-so you can go.” Your voice quivered.

“You don’t look fine, Y/N.” Jared sniffed.

“Does Gen know you’re here?”

“Gen isn’t my boss. And if you had shown up for work, you would’ve known that Gen and I are separated until she can decide if she wants to be with me or not.” Jared’s demeanour changed.

Clearly, Gen was a touchy subject at the moment for the both of you.

“You don’t need to be here.” You groaned, pulling yourself up to rest your back against the headboard.

Jared looked you up and down. He was nearly in tears.

“You gotta see a doctor, Y/N. You don’t even look like you anymore.”

“That’s because fat because I’m pregnant with your shouldn’t have been baby.” You grumbled.

“No. Y/N, you’re skin over bones. You look like a ghost. It smells like you haven’t showered since you last came to work and don’t call our baby that.”

You sighed and rested a hand on your bump. You pulled yourself over to the end of the bed and swung your feet over the side, letting them rest against the cool floor.

“You can go now, Jared. I don’t need your help.” You grumbled, pushing yourself up off the bed.

You took a step forward and immediately felt light headed. With another half step forward, you face planted into the floor and the last thing you remembered was darkness. You woke up to a steady, rhythmic beating. You looked around and grimaced when you tried to move your weak muscles to see what was taped onto your hand.

“Oh Good.” Dr. Monroe’s soft voice sounded at your bedside in the emergency room. “You’re awake. You had me worried there for a while.”

“Why am I here?” You rubbed your eyes.

“You collapsed, Y/N. You’re very ill- very dehydrated and very malnourished. Your baby’s heartbeat is very weak and you’ve got a very worried baby daddy pacing grooves in the hospital floor out there.” Dr. Monroe pointed to Jared.

“When can I go home?” You grumbled, watching Jared in the hallway.

“Not until you are in much better health than you are right now. You’re a very lucky woman, Y/N. Without that man out there, you would be without a baby in your uterus and probably without a heartbeat in your chest. I’m serious, not eating the proper meals and not getting the proper exercise will kill you.” Dr. Monroe warned.

“At this point, I could care less.” You grumbled.

“You don’t mean that, Y/N. Just imagine giving birth to your baby, getting to cuddle and love him or her. You’re going to love being a mom and you’re gonna be a great one.” Dr. Monroe promised.

You looked away from dr. Monroe and out the window as you felt tears streaming down your face. As much as you figured you’d be better off dead, dr. Monroe's speech made you realize that you could be a good mom if you started taking much better care of yourself. Comprehending the fact that you needed help from your friends made you cringe a little bit. But if that’s what it will take to have a happy and healthy baby? Then that’s what you were going to do. Jared began to stay with you, feeling the need to be close to one of his baby mommas. You worried that receiving so much help from Jared would drive him and Gen apart. You worried that he was spending too much time and attention on you and your baby, rather than his wife and her baby.

“Okay… I guess you’re right.” You sniffed, wiping away your tears.

“Of course I am. I’m your doctor- I know what’s best for you.” Dr. Monroe half smiled. “Can I let the father of your baby in? He’s really worried about you.”

“Yeah, okay.” You sighed.

Jared came in and took a seat by your bed. He didn’t say anything, didn’t even look at you, just sat and sniffed, wiping his nose into the arm of his jacket.

“Okay, you’ve got to say something.” You begged. “Anything.”

“Why?” His voice quivered.

“Why what, Jared? Why’d I let you get me into this mess? Why did I even tell you the baby was yours? Why is the sky blue? Why is a very open-ended question, Jared.” You hissed.

“Why did you do this to yourself- to our baby?” Jared looked at the ground then to you.

“I-I don’t know.”

“There must’ve been a reason.” Jared was starting to get frustrated now. “You don’t just wake up one morning and say ‘oh hey! My baby was a mistake so I’m going to kill it today by starving myself and possibly kill myself while I’m at it.”

“Jared the baby was a mistake!” You exclaimed.

“So?” Jared retorted. “That doesn’t mean you kill it! That’s wrong, Y/N. That makes you a murderer.”

You looked down to the foot of the bed where you were twisting your feet in circles and watched as the blankets moved up and then down as your eyes welled up with tears again.

“I’m just scared!” You sobbed. “I’m going to be a bad mom and I’m afraid that no one is going to love me- not even my own baby. Nobody is on my side right now and I just can’t live with knowing that I ruined your marriage and our friendship and my friendship with your wife- ex-wife - wife- whatever she is to you right now!”

This was only the second time that you referred to the baby as your own baby. You had always thought that if you didn’t acknowledge the baby as being yours, it would just go away. But problems never really go away by just ignoring them right?

“I’m on your side, Y/N. I’m always on your side. I was your friend before all this happened and now with our baby on the way, I intend on keeping it that way. I-I don’t know what’s going to happen between Gen and I but I know that I’m going to be there for her too.” Jared ran his hands through his hair. “I’m scared, Y/N. I was the one who cheated on my wife- you never forced me to do anything. I made that decision and it’s important that you know that. You can’t keep blaming yourself for what I did, okay? Just let me into your life and let me help you.”

Weeks had passed after the scare that landed you in the hospital. You reached out to Genevieve on multiple occasions- to settle things between you and her- but each time, Gen conveniently had something that prevented her from grabbing lunch with you.

“She hates me.” You frowned, piling a fork full of wound up spaghetti into your mouth.

“Join the club,” Jared grumbled. “I’m sorry, Y/N.”

“Why? You don’t have to be… this was just as much my fault as it was yours.”

“No, I know, but Gen’s pissed that I moved in here to help you out. As if it wasn’t enough that she kicked me out of my own house and broke off the marriage.” He sighed.

“Are you two getting a divorce?” You asked curiously.

“Ummm… I don’t know. We’re on a break… she hasn’t said that she wants a divorce but it’s clear that she doesn’t want me right now.” Jared replied to your question.

“Oh.” You shrugged. “Okay, I think that’s enough for me.”

You pushed the plate away from you. You felt guilty- it was still half full and Jared was working overtime to make sure you were getting all the right nutrients from all four food groups.

“Are you sure? You only ate like… half.”

“I’m sure, Jared. I-I feel sick.”

“Okay. I’m not going to force you.” He half smiled.

Jared instinctively reached over to press a kiss against your cheek and you immediately pulled away.

“Let’s not make this some Ross and Rachel ordeal, okay? You’re still married- on a break or not. I’m not making that mistake again.” You warned.

“Right.” Jared frowned. “I'm sorry.”

You forgave Jared for nearly kissing you, but you had the right to refuse. His just being there with you was putting a strain on his already screwed up marriage. You were almost seven months into your pregnancy when Jared filed for divorce from Gen.

“Please Y/N, we’ve grown really close and I’ve been living here for months now,” Jared begged.

“Jared you’re not even divorced yet. You’re just separated.” You shrugged. “It’s still almost like cheating.”

“Except it’s not, Y/N. It’s not cheating, please, nothing has to happen until after I’m divorced but let me take you out on a date.”

You hemmed and hawed. It was a lot to think about. If you were being honest, you’ve waited for this moment for a while. Gen was right when she blew up at you-you didn’t love Jared, but you sure did like him. If you weren’t so damn stubborn, you could’ve had him before Gen even came into the picture.

“Okay, let’s go on a date.”

You agreed to let Jared take you out for a date and you did not regret it one bit. Jared definitely surprised you and you couldn’t wait until your next date. Being separated from Gen would have to be good enough. You wouldn’t dare sleep with him until after his divorce was finalized but all the other couple-y things were fair game. After your date when Jared kissed you, there were butterflies in your stomach- it kind of felt like when the baby first started kicking. Jared always liked to tease you when you got that butterfly feeling in your belly by saying that it was the baby farting and burping.

“That was… amazing.” You gulped, kissing him a second time.

“You’re amazing- thank you for letting me take you out tonight.” Jared smiled, pressing the third kiss against your lips.

The baby came on the 18th of March- it was Danneel’s birthday and she was so excited to have her niece born on her birthday. You and Gen had both went into labour on the 17th, she started having contractions in the morning and you started having them in the night. Your baby came the next day. You expected Gen to soon follow and have her little boy or girl the same day. Nonetheless, that stubborn little Padalecki refused to come out. Gen was a whole other day in labour before her little boy decided to come into the world.

“Y/N?” Gen whispered as she watched her little boy squirm in her arms.

It was just you and her in the room.

“Yeah?” You looked up from your nameless little girl to Gen.

“I’m sorry… for a lot of stuff. There were things that I said to you throughout our pregnancies that I really regret. What happened between you and Jared- it hurt a lot and I’m never gonna forget it, but I’m going to move on… for us and for the kiddos. They are brother and sister and they are going to be spending a lot of time together- I suspect so will we.”

“Yeah.” You quietly chuckled. “I-i never meant to hurt you, Gen. You were one of my best friends. I know we’ll probably never get back to where we were before all of this happened, I want us to be friends again. No matter which one of us is with Jared- I want us to be friends.”

“Agreed.” Gen ran her thumb over her baby’s cheek. “Let’s not let Jared get between us again.”

“What are you going to name him?” You asked curiously.

“Thomas Colton Cortese-Padalecki. Have you decided on a name for little miss yet?”

“No, and she’s not that little seven pounds eleven ounces.”

“Try nine pounds two ounces.” Gen retorted, giggling.

“Holy crap.” You let out a giggle. “I think I’m going to name her Delphine Geneva Padalecki. After her two non-biological but just as real aunties.”

“It’s beautiful.” Gen agreed. “Congratulations, momma.”

“Congratulations to you too, momma.” You grinned, playing with Delphine’s hair.

After nine long months of being pregnant and estranged from your best friend, everything worked out. You gave birth to a beautiful healthy little girl, you got the man of your dreams and you are now friends with Gen again. You couldn’t have asked for anything more than you already had at this present day.

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dolantmego · 5 years

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The Fallout 2

Summary: You’ve got the chance of a lifetime. Directing the Broadway premiere of an original script. But your two lead actors throw you for a loop. Especially when Ethan Dolan shows up and just about makes your knees go weak. Professional integrity and family drama? What could go wrong?

Warnings: None really. Mention of an impure thought and some family trauma. Not graphic!

A/N: Okay so! Part two! Sorry it took so long. My personal/professional life got a bit hectic this past week! I hope you enjoy it. As always thank you so much for reading!

Part one

Lunch with the Dolan crew was every bit as stressful as you expected it to be. Edith and Parker insist upon sandwiches from the shop down the street; much to Ethan’s dismay, who not so subtly hints on several occasions that pizza sounds good. He asks you what your favorite place to eat around here is, which makes you cringe. You usually didn’t leave the theatre for lunch. It gets so busy and everyone has questions to ask you. By the time you finish notes and the first round of actors and designers with questions back off, the ones that had gone to lunch and then come back early to talk to you are already arriving. On a typical day your assistant picks you something up from wherever. If you even ate lunch that day. So going out with the two youngest in your show was refreshing, not to mention getting to spend time with their extremely good looking uncle who had allowed you along for the ride. Ethan had declared a ‘no work garble,’ rule, mainly so the kids and yourself actually had a break.

Parker had tried to ask you a question about what you were doing for the rest of the day. Which in retrospect you didn’t mind answering--even though he’d asked 3 different crew members already. Ethan shook his finger at the small boy and tisks.

“If you’re going to talk about work then I’ll be forced to talk about work. Beep boop expenditures. Bop boop beep meetings. Bop bop changes in expectations for the next quarter.” He mimes a robot walk and both of the kids break into a fit of giggles, begging for him to end the ‘torture.’ He throws a wink at you when they both turn around and start chatting amongst themselves and you grin back. Women thought men with babies were hot? Ethan is shaking you up from just these small interactions with Edith and Parker. You’ll combust if he’s ever holding a baby in your presence. You’re sure of it.

Ethan insists upon buying your lunch, despite your protests, and the four of you settle at a small round table by a window looking out on the busy streets of New York City. His interactions with the kids are heartfelt and adorable. It’s even more striking that he looks like he could be their father. The way they move around each other even looks like he’s their father and it makes you wonder how ofter the other Mr. Dolan is around. They’d been elated to talk to him on the phone earlier, but this looks more like the natural groove for the children. You have the sudden urge to reach over and comfort the man next to you, even though you’ve only known this man for what? Maybe 5 hours?

“Eadie Beanie you need to be careful, I don’t know how to get ketchup out of clothes okay? And your nana just bought you that sweater.” Ethan reaches over to wipe off the little girl’s face, smiling despite the interruption of your conversation. Not that you two had reached any interesting subject with the kids listening in. Edith squirms away from his wiping and pouts. The two have a small stare down before she huffs and takes another reluctant bite of her sandwich. Ethan laughs and ruffles Parker’s hair--who has been absorbed in the small handheld game he whipped out of his pocket as soon as you sat down.

“Ms. Y/L/N are you married?” You choke on your drink and Ethan lets out a small nervous laugh. You swear you notice Edith’s eyes sparkle a bit when he question affects you so. But she smiles a sweet smile and looks at you expectantly.

“Edith lets not ask such personal questions okay?” Ethan raises an eyebrow at the little girl and she makes another pout face.

“Why? You’re not asking the questions. You guys talk about boring stuff! Somebody has make this less blech!” Edith smirks knowingly at her uncle and tugs on Parker’s arm for attention. She seems to be a pretty observant kid for her age. Both of them are smart, you already knew that, they are homeschooled because of their rehearsal schedule. Parker has proudly announced to the cast that he’s on a 10th grade reading level. Loudly. Many times.

Edith tugs on her brother again and Parker hmms without looking up from his game, “Parker I’m sure if you ask E-Tee to give us money he’ll let us go buy cake.” Parker’s head whips up at that and both the kids look expectantly over at Ethan, whose head is in his hands shaking back and forth. You laugh at the family’s interaction and wonder how often it’s like this. You quickly pull $5 out of your purse to hand to the kids before Ethan can stop you, he didn’t let you buy lunch so you’ll treat the kids.

A chorus of thank you’s breakout and they both hop off to the long line at the counter, no doubt to order a bunch of sugar they don’t need. You realize that you’re going to have to get them to focus later and that you REALLY didn’t think that through. Ethan looks up from his hands and dead pans at you.

“You really didn’t have to and definitely should not have done that.” You laugh at his mock broken tone and he cracks a smile at your giggle, “Guys! Dairy free!” He calls out across the restaurant, pointing at them with a mock angry face. They both fall into a fit of giggles and nod before turning back to the menu.

“I think I definitely just saw Edith point at the cheesecake.” You joke, and Ethan whips around pretending to get ready to go after the two kids. You both laugh again, before leaning forward to be comfortably closer to one another.

“So. Thanks to the kids I have learned,” Ethan counts each tid bit off on his fingers, mock seriously. “Your favorite color. What you want to be when you grow up. Your favorite Disney movie. What your middle name is. What your least favorite vegetable is. And finally the kicker that you did not get to answer.” You raise an eyebrow at the last one and pretend to think very hard.

“Oh yes? And what was that?” You grin slyly and play with the straw in your drink. Ethan wiggles his eyebrows suggestively to make you laugh again. He really was something else. Funny. Attentive. Great with the kids. Why the hell wasn’t he married? That last thought strikes you as a tad ominous. Darker thoughts threaten to board the ever moving train in your mind and you make an effort to push it out of your head for the moment. You had plenty of time to worry about that later.

“Well Eadie seems to be worried that you’re married.” You widen your eyes, pretending to be shocked, “But I’m a smart man. I can see you aren’t wearing a ring.” His eyes drift to your bare ring finger, and you nod.

“Great observation Mr. Holmes. Anything else?” You inquire with a squinted eye. This little game the two of you were playing was so refreshing. Both of you were just having fun being a little goofy together. Ethan nods and pretends to sit back and smoke from a pipe. You loved that he would be silly and mess around with you, but it wasn’t a crazy ordeal that took everyone in the restaurant’s attention. This is just a fun moment being shared between the two of you.

“Well then I can make the deduction that you aren’t married.” He shoots forward in a flash and you let out a squeak. “BUT!” His voice is loud and then gets very quiet, “I must inquire further for my next deduction.” You laugh and try to hold a serious face while nodding for him to continue. This man is really bringing out a different side of you. Doing the job that you do requires such a high level of seriousness in order for you to gain respect, that you forget to have fun a lot. Not that you are unhappy or don’t feel creative in your work, that isn't the case at all. But you do find yourself missing moments like these. Most of your interactions with your crew and cast are light hearted, but you have to hold yourself back for the sake of professionality. There is a tinge of loneliness that comes with being the director. The only person who is close to your level is LJ, and she has to hold just as much of a professional air as you do. If not more.

You justify it by coming to the conclusion that Ethan isn’t involved in this part of your life at all. Sure he is close to two of your actors, but an uncle is far less of an entanglement than an actual parent right? Though Ethan really did look like more than just an uncle. The kids are already cast, though. The show is in tech now, your role is truly almost over. Is there any harm that could be done? Again, that tiny dark feeling you can’t place washes over you. Guilt? Fear? You aren’t sure. Pushing the questions away is harder this time. This time, the escape is narrow.

Ethan must notice the change in your demeanor even though you try to brush past it. What is with you today and the overthinking? It really has been to long since you’ve been out with a man. Or gone out in general really. Ouch. Stopping yourself from thinking about that number really is all too easy.

He drops the character entirely and a shy boy peeks out from under his layers. One that looks as if he genuinely wants to know the answer to his next question. Your heart melts further when he glances at the children by the counter before looking back to you.

“Are you? Dating anybody?”

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Ethan had no idea if this was going well or not. Y/N is laughing and the kids are being their normal selves, but he wonders if you think his family is crazy. They are. But he loves them with everything he has. Which, considering the last few years isn’t very much, his family took up so much space in his heart, he really didn’t leave much else for anyone else. Not that he had--or made--the time for that.

Ethan is extremely well off, Dolan Productions continues to grow everyday. He could probably stop working today and lead a stable life. Sure, they have the property in New Jersey. The one in LA. Grayson still owned his old family home and Ethan may or may not have a cottage in Europe somewhere that he never discloses the location to. And both boys have plenty in the bank. But Ethan enjoys working, he likes the sense of purpose and accomplishment it provides. With an added bonus of proving everyone who ever said he and Grayson were crazy or worse, wrong. Oh so very wrong.

Gray had married first and created his settled life with his kids, and then Ethan had become the weird one. First he and Gray were crazy. Then they were ‘young and ambitious businessmen.’ Then Gray became super dad and Ethan was just ‘ambitious and possibly lonely,’ according to his mother. Then the scandal hit and both boys ducked as far under the radar as they could. Now the ‘Dolan Twins’ were no longer the face of their own company. Both were still in charge and worked, but they’d let their lives get more quiet. Somebody else did most of the PR now. After seeing how the media could ruin something already so broken, neither of the boys ever wanted to be the talk of the town again. And they definitely never, ever, wanted that for Parker and Edith. Convincing Gray to let them be in a Broadway show took weeks. Their mother ended up pulling Grayson by the ear into her bedroom and they didn’t come out for a good 45 minutes.

Though right now Ethan had no idea why he’d stuck his neck out for these heathens in the first place. Parks was hunched over in a game and barely speaking, it wasn’t the most polite move in the world, but Ethan preferred his nephew about 10 times more than his niece right now. She was a lot like her aunt Cam and a lot like her grandmother. Always talking, noticing everything, and being too smart for her own good. Including right now, where she was practically grilling Y/N, and making not-so-subtle-9-year-old-pointed glances at Ethan. ‘Oh that’s E-Tee’s favorite color too!’ Even though Ethan was sure the little girl had no idea what his favorite color was.

Not that it mattered nor did Edith probably care.

“Ms. Y/L/N are you married?” Edith’s face looks innocent when she poses the question, but Ethan can see the mischief in her eyes. It was the same look she had before she’d run and tell her daddy about the cookie Ethan had given her after bedtime when he wouldn’t supply her with another one. He lets out a small passive chuckle and squints throws a dirty look to the little girl. Evil genius child.

“Edith lets not ask such personal questions okay?” He raises an eyebrow and silently begs the universe to just do him this one solid and have the little girl just go with it.

Of course she doesn’t and Ethan ends up with his head in his hands in embarrassment, again. But you don’t miss a beat, and boy does he notice. You were always so collected around other people, which of course was part of your job, but Ethan is an awe at how smooth you are. He’s seen people blow up at these two kids and blow up at him, but you’re laughing and taking it in stride. Which encourages his confidence back up enough to get the courage to go for the same question he’d been wanting to ask you.

Why aren’t you married? Could you possibly be single? How? With those eyes? Your passion? And your hair? Your very beautiful and, well, pullable hair?

There’s gotta be something wrong with this chick.

And there it was. There’s the thought he’d been fearing would pop up. The inevitable, well there-has-to-be-something-wrong-here-and-if-there-isn’t-then-you-sure-will-cause-it thought. Dammit. Ethan really didn’t want his mother to be right when she talks about how emotionally stunted her boys have become, but here he was. Wondering if the nice, beautiful woman in front of him could be some sort of secret psychopath. He’d seen it before. Or if maybe Ethan was the secret psychopath who didn’t really want somebody to love him, or somebody for him to love. He’d seen that all go wrong before too. Ethan looks at Edith and Parker trying to buy cake at the counter, he’d seen the damage all of the fallout could really cause.

But he has to know, all jokes aside. Something in him has to know.

“Are you? Dating anyone?” He watches your eyes for your response, hoping the answer would be no. It had to be. You wouldn’t be out for lunch with him if you had someone else would you?

“Ah. No, no I’m not.” Ethan swears, but never admits that his heart skips a beat at your answer. He grins widely, not trying to hide it, and your grin matches his.

“Would you consider going out with me sometime?” Ethan’s mind and stomach feel like static waiting for your answer, which doesn’t come as soon as he’d like, due to the untimely return of his crew. Edith hops up with Parker in tow, who has his face screwed up in disgust.

“Finally!” Edith cries excitedly, looking between the two of you.

“Thats gross.” Parker mumbles, before shoving a bite of cake into his mouth. Edith frowns deeply at him and looks at you expectantly. Ethan groans again, of course. Of course Edith had to hear that. Now Grayson will hear and so will his mother and probably Cam. Great.

“Well since we know you’ll say yes, you should come on monday cause thats when theres no rehearsal. And we can make cake and you can meet Nana!” Edith’s eye shine brightly and she grins, “Nana gets upset cause E-tee-wee-tee doesn’t bring home girls. But now you’ll come!” She smiles proudly at Ethan and he’s got a deadpan face on, directed right at her. Why did she always feel the need to get involved in everything? And now Y/N knows his stupid nickname he’d been trying to be rid of ever since Grayson plastered it on their old YouTube Channel.

Ethan puts his chin in his hand and huffs, might as well let the little girl talk. This was her date anyway. He holds back a wince, is he really jealous of a seven-year-old? Ethan looks over to you at the same time you glance at him and a smile forms on his face. You didn’t look annoyed at all. In fact you looked like you were still having a great time. Yup, definitely jealous of anybody who could make you smile like that. He winks at you and it makes you laugh, which prompts Edith to stop talking about whatever she decided to ramble about--her room maybe?

“Excuse me!” Edith harps, but Ethan is too wrapped up in staring at you, and you’re too wrapped up in staring back. “Fine. As we say in theater, silence means argument!” That statement breaks the semi staring contest the two of you entered and Ethan draws his eyebrows together.

“Agreement. Silence means agreement Edith.” Y/N winks at the little girl, who nods. You turn to Ethan and he shifts nervously under your gaze. “But I think your uncle and I can probably work something out.”

“Yes! Yeah. Um absolutely.” Ethan quips almost too quickly. He pauses for a moment and makes a mental note to drop the weirdo excitement and speak like a normal person and not like his brother. But where to take you? Dinner? A movie? Neither sounded special, and a movie was definitely out. You weren’t 15-year-olds on a first date. Ethan is fumbling and he knows it. He hasn’t taken a girl out on a date in years. He splutters for a moment and his brain has a small meltdown. You live in the city. He lives an hour away, was there a place in the middle? He had no idea. There was a gas station off the interstate on one of the exits, but that definitely wouldn’t work.

Well fuck. Should he entertain Edith’s idea? He imagines you in New Jersey for a moment. Would you like it? The land? His home? You’d have to meet his mom. Though he was pretty sure Lisa had picked up the kids at least once or twice. And you could handle Eadie and Parks like a champ. But take you to his home on a first date? People didn’t do that, did they? He didn’t think so. But. That meant it was original. Which kinda made it special. Right?

Dammit. New Jersey it is.

“If you’d like to come out to the farm, I think that would be great?”

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Looking Back- Jily

September 1977

“You weren’t in Transfiguration yesterday,” murmured Sirius.

James kept his attention on his work, sketching with long, dragging strokes of his quill. “I didn’t feel well.”

“Neither was Evans.”

Now, he paused. His eyes flicked to the front of the room, just once, before landing on Sirius. His friend was watching him with carelessly raised eyebrows, looking entirely blasé about the whole thing. James saw the slackness of his mouth, however, curling into a little smirk, and a sparkle in his dark eyes that gave away how terribly amused he was by this fact.

“What a coincidence,” James swallowed. “She mustn’t have been feeling well either. It’s probably flu. That’s contagious.”

“Indeed,” said Sirius.

The two boys lapsed into a knowing silence. James said, “We weren’t-“

Sirius let out a bark of laughter. “Oh, I know. Even if you were someone else, which you’re not, and Evans could stand being alone with you for more than five minutes, which she can’t, I wouldn’t think that of her.”

James didn’t reply. His eyes, almost absently, trailed to her. She’d shoved her flaming hair up, away from her face, and she was laughing at something that Mary had said.

Sirius had asked him once, when they were still baggy in their thirteen years, why he fancied the pants off of a ginger. It had been the middle of the night, and James had been awake because the butterflies in his stomach- heck, they weren’t even butterflies, they were stampeding elephants- fluttered more erratically than the stars he could see out the window. Sirius didn’t sleep anyway, it transpired, and the two boys whispered deep into the night. James couldn’t answer him. He didn’t know how to tell his best friend that there was something in Lily Evans’ eyes, something that made him speechless… and James Potter was never speechless. He was always on the highest speed, the highest volume, but Lily Evans made the world slow down and go so quiet all he could hear was his heart beating.

He couldn’t exactly pinpoint the moment, but every time his eyes fell on her, the feeling was reinforced, and it hit him like a wave, buckling his knees and taking him out completely. She turned, and caught him, and smiled. It was a small and hesitant smile, but it shone from her lips like sunbeams.

Sirius was watching him when he blinked and looked back at his friend. “What?”

Sirius smiled knowingly, but shrugged and got on with his work. James prodded his arm. “What!”

“Nothing!”

“Shut up.”

“I didn’t say anything.”

“No, but you’re thinking it.”

Sirius burst out laughing, putting his quill back down, and regarded his friend with raised eyebrows. “If you knew what I was thinking, why did you have to ask?”

James muttered something, but turned away. The two boys worked quietly, and that smug smirk still clung to Sirius’ lips when James stopped again and said, “It was her sister’s birthday yesterday. They don’t get along because she called Lily a freak over her magic. Rosier’s comments got to her and I just- I can’t get it out of my head. She has to prove herself in two worlds, Pads. She doesn’t belong in either of them, not completely. She’s not welcomed in either of them. Have you ever just been struck by your privilege? By how tough other people have it in comparison to you?”

Sirius stared at his friend and huffed. He said, “Everyone has it tough, James. My family’s Gringotts account goes back centuries, and yet here I am, disowned and penniless, ostracised from one side because I won’t conform and distrusted by the other because I still have my mother’s blood in me.

“Evans has it tough. But she’s a fucking cookie to crack. If it’s her against the world, I’m inclined to feel sorry for the world.”

James laughed at that. He glanced at the board, and picked up where he left off, copying down the notes.

Sirius didn’t let him do so for long. He leaned in, voice dropping so low James had to strain to hear it. “Speaking of tough times- tomorrow.”

He didn’t have to ask to know what Sirius was referring to. James followed his friend’s gaze, but didn’t let it linger. He didn’t have to stare for long to notice the way Remus’ shoulders sagged, as though he was constantly piggybacking his secret around with him. There were dark crescents under his eyes, and his skin was pallid and taut, stretched over his skeleton tightly as though it was two sizes too small. His hand kept slipping as he wrote, but his grip on it was so firm his knuckles were white.

“I don’t have a lesson in the afternoon so I can make sure it’s empty,” said James.

Sirius nodded. “It’s getting worse.”

“It will be stress,” said James, but he wasn’t sure.

“Exams haven’t started yet though. He doesn’t seem overworked.”

“Remus always seems overworked,” James countered, laughing slightly. “He’s either that harried he gives the rest of us second-hand stress or he’s so relaxed he could be high.”

Sirius nodded again, but he didn’t carry on working, nor did he look at anything but the grooves in the desk. “He’s sleeping less. I can count how many hours he slept last night on one hand,” he said. “I don’t know what it is, but not even his Potions are helping. I think he’s stopped taking them.”

James opened his mouth, then shut it. He wondered how he had missed that. He always checked Remus had taken his Potions and was sound asleep before he even allowed himself to consider closing his eyes. He prided himself on knowing when the people he loved began to stumble, but James looked at Sirius, at his pristine hair and dark eyes and skin flushed with life, and he remembered how he had looked on his doorstep two years ago in the rain and thunder. He’d have to pay closer attention.

“Are you sleeping?”

Sirius didn’t even falter. He grinned. “Like a baby.”

And yet, James wasn’t sure whether he could believe him. Once you’d seen the lightening, it was hard to accept the blue skies that followed.

Flitwick stood on his books at the front of the room, tapping his wand against the blackboard. “You can pack up now.” As if on cue, the bell chimed. “Oh! Before you go, homework, please! Don’t forget to give me your homework or it’s detention- yes, Mr Graham, just because you are part of my House doesn’t mean you’re off the hook!”

The two boys jumped to their feet, shoving their paper in their bags and putting the lids on their ink. James noticed Remus freeze in the corner of his eye. His body collapsed in on itself, even more so than it already had done. He quickly grabbed his homework out of his book, murmured a spell to erase his name, and scrawled Remus’ at the top. He took Sirius’ too and piled them together before he jogged to the front and handed them both in, smiling brilliantly at the teacher.

He packed the rest of his stuff away, and his eyes snagged on a certain redhead leaving the classroom. He called her name. She waited for him outside.

“How are you feeling today?”

Lily looked up at him. She reached half way up his chest. Mary was talking to Peter, who had blushed a fantastic shade of red, and Sirius and Remus stood on the other side of the corridor, grinning like the idiots they were. James ignored them.

“I feel better,” she replied, tucking her hair behind her ear. She had a fresh face today, and it glowed pale in the September sun.

He smiled at her. It felt so natural- his lips just curled up all on their own. “Good. That’s good.” He swallowed. “You ate some breakfast this morning.”

Lily laughed, and she closed her eyes, wrinkling her nose. “What have we said about watching me eat, Potter?”

“Habit,” he said, blushing. He scratched at his neck, hoisted his bag higher up his shoulder.

“Well, I have to go to class.” She turned slowly, and walked back to her friend.

“Have you got any plans for this weekend, Evans?” he asked casually.

Lily stopped, and sighed. She turned to look at him. “Potter, it was one dance. I’m not falling in love with you after one dance.”

The breath left his lips as a shaky laugh, and James offered her a courteous smile, bowing his head in defeat. He made to turn around and carry on his way to class, but something jumped in Lily’s throat, and she said, “James!” He spun on his heel, so quickly he nearly fell. She smiled, tucking her hair behind her ear again. “Maybe I tripped a little.”

The smile grew across James’ face slowly and lopsidedly, and he nodded, eyes sparkling behind his glasses. He waited there, smiling at her, and Lily hesitated. She laughed a little, turning back around to carry on her way to class. She looked back though. James counted it as a victory.

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