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Quarter Past Midnight

Summary: Thanks to your best mate, you’ve found yourself welcoming the New Year at a party one of her bosses is throwing at her new house. Since you stepped foot in the place, your only plan has been to spend the night dancing and drinking with your friends. But it all changes when you find a certain bassist looking at you from across the room. And as the night progresses, and a few kisses are shared, you seem to agree on the fact that you’re leaving the party together.

Word Count: 19.4k

Warnings: Alcohol consumption, lots of cursing, suggestive dialogue and smut.

A/N: Hello!!! I’m so excited to finally be posting this one shot since the idea for it was born back when we were writing Chicken Shop Date chapter 6! You know, when Ross disappeared most of the night to socialise… So this is basically the spin off of that part of the story. I’m sorry it took me so long but, then again, it had always been the plan to post it today because it’s the one and only @imagine-that-100s birthday and I thought a filthy Ross one shot was the perfect gift for Mrs. MacDonald herself. I hope you all enjoy it loads and remember: keep both hands on the phone!!

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You really fucking love the holidays. It’s probably your favorite time of the year and every gathering that is thrown during this time makes you the happiest.

It’s so much fun spending Christmas and boxing day with your family, but it’s even better to spend New Year’s Eve with your friends.

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burning slowly

The pub wasn't as crowded as other times. But to be fair, Ross had never came on a Wednesday night before.

After more than five days holed up in the studio, George couldn't take it anymore. They had to go out for a drink or he'd take off wherever the hell Charli was and they wouldn't see him for a week. Matty playfully asked him if he was going to leave for Florida and George just rolled his eyes. This was pretty serious.

Ross was also starting to feel the pressure from the demands of the new album. He could feel the tension in the room, in the demeanor of the guys. He needed a break too. Needed to get out of the studio, feel the fresh air on his face and forget for a few hours the madness their lives had become these past weeks.

More than anything, he needed to see you. Be with you.

He missed the warmth of your hand in his and looking into your eyes while hearing the soft sound of your voice telling him how everything's gonna be alright, no matter what.

So he can't help but smile when your laughter echoes through the walls of this pub. Matty and George are sitting in front of you, most likely talking crazy shit. But he can't quite focus on what they're saying because he can't take his eyes off you.

Over there at the back table, it's like you're shining.

There is a light in you that comes from within. And it attracted him from the very first moment he saw you. The way you move, the way you speak, how you left everything behind after getting his call (“Of course I’ll go! I’ll go wherever you are right now. I miss you like crazy, baby”). Light, light, light.

"Here you go, mate."

The voice of the bartender snapped Ross out of his reverie and handed him the pints he ordered.

When he approached the table, Adam got up to help him with the glasses he was carrying.

"You look delighted,” Adam said quietly, raising his eyebrows and smiling a little smile.

Caught. Whatever. He's too far gone to try and hide it now.

“More like an idiot but it is what it is, I guess," Ross smiled back while sitting beside you.

When you felt his presence, paying attention to Matty and George became a difficult task. Especially when Ross got really close to you, his denim rubbing your leg.

God only knows how much you've missed him.

You looked at him and noticed that he was already watching you, adoring crinkly eyes just for you. Without needing to say a word he made all the nights missing him when you went to bed and the lonely breakfasts in the morning fade away. If you could, you'd kiss him square on the mouth right now. But with this audience, you settle for a touch of your lips on his cheek.

"Oh, fuck me! I know you can do better than that," Matty practically shouts and George just looks at him funny before looking at you and Ross again. "It's true! I've seen the two of them when they think nobody's watching."

"You're a creep."

You hardly register who made the comment because a very animated Ross has put his hand on your thigh now and is playing with the hem of your skirt. So, again, you have to pretend you're not affected by this and really focus on the conversation. You don't miss the cheeky grin he's sporting while drinking his beer though.

"Anyway, we're glad you could join us tonight," Adam said to you courteously.

"Especially that one!" Matty pointed at Ross across the table, smirking.

"Very glad," Ross blushed a little and whispered only to you, "thank you for coming, love."

Dropping the shy act rather quickly, Ross pressed his thumb under the hem this time and felt the softness of your skin with little swipes. You think he's just testing you at this point. Being this bold while his friends are present, after days of not being with each other.

Or maybe he's burning. Just like you.

While pondering on this, you noticed George is waving at the door at the front of the pub and more of the band is arriving. Soon you'll need to find a bigger tabl–

"Come here," Ross lifted you and put you on his lap with ease. You were a bit shy and to be honest a little turned on so you gave him a funny expression, at least that's what he thought. All while trying to look innocent and keep up the charade. "More people are coming. Should we not make room?"

"We should," you said while putting your arms around his shoulders. And since him and much less you won't let this go, you put your face close to his and whispered. "Are you cracking, my love?"

With one hand over your thigh and the other holding your hip, he grinned seductively. "Maybe I am".

You gave him a lingering kiss, on the lips this time, feeling drunk on the booze and the feeling of his hands on you after so many days.

"Do you get to go home tonight?" you asked hopefully.

He melted inside and gave you a long lustful look.

"Definitely."

scratchy

"Are you sure?" he asked while his hand gently touched one of her cheeks.

She smiled and nodded. She must look like a crazy person right now, but she loves him so much. His concern. His beauty. Fuck, he is so beautiful.

"You were just doing it, why are you asking me now?" she wrapped her arms around his neck pulling him closer. She knew what all of this was about. They had already had this conversation months before. He resisted a bit, frowning in an adorable way.

"I know, babe," Ross' thumb touched her chin as he delicately moved her head to check the rest of her skin. "But your face is getting a bit red and I think it's my fault."

She had to laugh.

When it came to her and her well-being, Ross could sometimes be prone to exaggeration. She was sure her face wasn't red, nor did she feel uncomfortable in any way. C’mon, she had been kissing this same bearded man for a long time now!

"Ross, are you really going to make me ask you to kiss me?"

Now it was his turn to laugh.

"Hey, I just don't want to hurt you," this time he took her face in both hands and looked into her eyes with a smile. "But that could be fun."

"Kiss me, you idiot," she said aggressively, grabbing him by the lapel of his jacket and Ross comically opened his mouth in shock. "Please."

Taking advantage of the momentum, Ross pressed his lips firmly against hers. They both smiled into the kiss for a few seconds until Ross' arms lowered to her waist and she brought herself even closer to his body. Her fingers traced the hairs on his face slowly as she kissed his soft mouth. She thought of something she wasn't going to tell Ross anytime soon (at least not today): that scratchy feeling that lingered on her skin every time he kissed her was one of the things she loved most. In life. It was a small continuation of a moment they shared, just for her. And also a physical reminder of him. On her. When his tongue touched her lips, she snapped back to reality.

"You didn't hurt me last week, or yesterday, or just now, so just kiss me," she gave him a peck before wetting her lips in preparation for what she knew would be a delicious afternoon in the company of her boyfriend. "And never stop."

Ross grinned and thought to himself while watching her shiny lips. He felt a little bad admitting it but he knew he would be unable to stop kissing this beautiful, amazing creature whether she likes it or not. He wants her too much. He telepathically apologized for the beard burns and trapped her bottom lip with his bad, bad mouth.

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unplanned - ross macdonald x reader

chapter 1

a/n: hello! i posted this a long time ago but was very unsatisfied with it, so i took it down to polish up and am far more pleased with this version! plz let me know what u think :) excited to write this.

you feel frightened by how quickly you jolt awake; once you had finally managed to fall asleep last night it was deep, the kind you knew would have been refreshing had it lasted. but only a few hours have passed, and as soon as you’re awake you panic because you know why this has happened. the nausea hits you immediately and you run to the bathroom down the hall, not even worrying about trying to keep quiet despite the fact your grandmother is asleep just down the hall and you don’t want her to know what’s been going on with you the last few days.

it’s a close call but you make it just in time, emptying your stomach even though there’s really not much left at this point. you try to be quiet but your retching is loud enough that once you’re finished you hear a small knock on the door.

“darling, are you ok?” you hear your nana ask on the other side of the door.

you lie your head back against the tub, grabbing a cold washcloth you had left from when you’d been in this same situation a few hours before and putting in on your forehead.

“i’m fine, nan. something i ate i suppose,” you say back, weakly.

“alright then. i’m going back to bed but if you need anything let me know.”

“thanks nan.” you want to cry thinking about how sweet she is, how much you will miss her when you finally head back to the city. you have been here all summer, and all of the paid time off you should have been saving for an upcoming wedding and honeymoon is gone, spent instead on feeling sorry for yourself, mourning the loss of your new home, a large group of your friends, and of course, your relationship with ross. you are due to return to london today, and back to work tomorrow. you try and take deep breaths as you lie there, then get up, brush your teeth, and head back to your room. you lie back in bed, thankful for how cool your sheets feel on your face and your back, then pick your phone up off the bedside table. 5 am. you will be leaving the house in just two hours.

you unlock it and see you have two texts. both you are expecting, but one you dread.

the first is from your friend, gemma, confirming the time you’ll be at her flat this morning . you’ll be staying with her temporarily until you can find a place of your own, at least you hope. you wait to respond, as your answer will depend on what lies ahead in your next message.

it’s from ross:

yeah, i suppose i can meet up. what time

you hate how indifferent his tone is. you know it’s just a text, that a lot can get lost when you’re communicating without seeing or hearing him, but you still have a gut feeling that he is not happy to be hearing from you.

you stare at the screen for several minutes, feeling incapable of responding. you lock and unlock your phone several times, another knot forming in your stomach. you’re sure he’s not awake, that’s he’s barely thought about you since he received your message asking if you could see each other and talk, but you also can’t help but worry that he knows you’ve read your message, that you’re taking so long to respond. you can’t think rationally right now after the news you’ve received yesterday.

you unlock your phone again then go to your mail app, where you have an email from your doctor with your blood results. you scroll to the bottom and see the words again, still as big of a shock to your system as they were when you read them the first time: PREGNANCY (HCG) - POSITIVE.

over the last couple of weeks, you could sense that something was off. you’d felt far more tired than normal; when you’d first arrived at the beginning of the summer, you had made a habit of spending your afternoons gardening with your nana, but the heat seemed to be getting to you more easily now. but when you’d started throwing up a few days before, you realized you had missed your second period in a row. upon this realization you had texted gemma immediately, panicking, but she tried and reassured you that maybe it had just been the unduly high amount of stress you’d been under. but when you did the math in your head of the last time you and ross had slept together, you knew you wouldn’t get any reassurance until you’d seen your doctor.

you exit the mail app and go back to your messages, staring at the blinking cursor. finally you respond:

does noon sound ok? i’m driving back from nan’s this morning so i can just meet you as soon as i get back into the city. maybe at that coffee shop around the block from my office?

you sit up against the headboard after you hit send, feeling your eyes well up again. you are so scared about telling him, scared of how he will react, scared of seeing him again for the first time in two and a half months. you’d known that eventually you would have to contact him again; your stuff was still in the house you’d shared after all, you were going to have to fetch it eventually. but you had not expected your first meeting after your breakup to be under such strange circumstances.

by now it’s 5:45, and you figure you might as well get up and start packing. before you can get out of bed, your cat, harvey, jumps up and starts rubbing his head against your hands, purring up a storm. you smile through your tears at him; he is so old, his fur is patchy, he’s half blind, but he has been a constant source of comfort for you during your summer stay at your nana’s.

you continue to cry as you pull your suitcase out from under your bed and put your things in it. you don’t want to go back to what you have left behind. you still don’t think you have even fully processed your breakup with ross; the night you’d broken up with him, you’d immediately packed a bag that night and driven up to liverpool. you hadn’t looked back, and because of that you’d spent the whole summer distracting yourself rather than dealing with your grief. your nana had been wonderful, and had offered to talk things out with you several times, but you’d always refused. you feel guilty for not telling her what’s going on now, but you don’t want to tell anyone until you know exactly how you are going to handle the situation.

once your things are in your suitcase, you wash your face, throw on a pair of jean shorts and an old t-shirt, then pack harvey up in his crate and head downstairs, where your nana is making tea and toast. she follows you out to your car, giving you a big hug before you get in. you start crying again as you hold her tightly, not wanting to let go.

“it’ll be ok, sweetheart. you’ll make it through, i promise,” she says, rubbing your back.

“i love you, nana,” you say, still holding her arms as you pull away. “thank you for everything.”

“i love you too, more than you will ever know. give me a ring when you make it back to gemma’s.” she watches as you get in your car, start the engine, and drive off, and you sob as you see her fade away in your rear view mirror.

the drive to london passes in silence, but it’s quick, as you spend the whole time trying to play out how you will break this news to ross. you practice different scenarios out loud, occasionally glancing down to see harvey glaring back up at you from his carrier in the passenger seat, grateful he’s there to help you calm down when you start to feel like you’re getting too worked up about it. when you finally arrive in the city you make a quick stop at gemma’s flat, where she’s left a key for you at the front desk while she’s at work so you can drop off harvey and your suitcases. once you set up his food and water bowls and his litter box you look at your watch. it’s now 11:57.

“shit,” you say out loud, leaving the flat and walking the six blocks as fast as you can to the cafe where you are supposed to meet him. you’d wanted to get there early, to compose yourself as much as possible before he arrived, but the time had gotten away from you.

when you arrive you are a little out of breath, and feel a bit alarmed because you don’t immediately see him. it was unlike him to be late, and while you were driving down the thought of him not showing up at all had occurred to you more than once. but you catch your breath as your eyes take a second glance around the cafe and see him sitting in the corner booth, his coffee already at the table, staring at his phone. after a few seconds he looks up and sees you, gives you a small wave; as he does he gives you a strange look, not exactly a frown and not exactly a smile, a grimace of sorts. you wave back and try to force a small smile, then go to the counter to order.

while you wait for the barista to finish up your drink, you look over at him a few times. he looks good; hair up, arms looking more toned than usual, skin tanned, most likely from his time spent outdoors on the festival circuit this year. he and the boys had seemingly hit a high this summer from what you could tell when you would torture yourself by checking instagram. it bothered you that he looked so good and you looked so pitiful, showing up with a puffy face, frizzy hair, no makeup on. you curse yourself for not thinking of that possibility, but aren’t able to dwell on it for long because your name is being called.

he does not stand up or greet you as you approach the table, just locks his phone and looks up at you when you sit down, folding his hands. “hi,” you say, softly, again trying to force a smile you know he’ll be able to see through.

“hey. alright?” he says, a little too politely.

“fine. sorry i’m so late. lost track of time.”

he chuckles a little at that, giving you a small smile. “i wouldn’t expect anything less.”

you smirk, looking down at your coffee as you stir it nervously with your spoon. “you look well. have things been okay with the band and all that?”

“yeah, really good. just got home from a long run of festivals a couple days ago. don’t have much else planned until the new year, so it’ll be nice to have a few months off.”

that’s nice,” you say, looking back up at him. the tension is sharp, and there is an awkwardness, but even so you can’t believe how kindly he is acting toward you after everything that went down. you’re both silent for a few moments, eyes wandering around the room, not sure what to say next; you keep trying to figure out when to bring it up without it seeming like too big of a bomb, but you’re kidding yourself if you think there’s a way to tell him organically.

but just before you’re about to speak up again, he clears his throat. “erm…have you figured out where you’re staying yet? sort out a flat or anything?”

you take another sip of coffee. “not exactly…like i said, i literally just got back from staying with my nana. think i’ll just be crashing with gemma until I can find a flat. might be a while though. i’ve applied to several places but keep getting rejected because of my credit.”

“shit,” he says. “sorry about that.”

you can tell by the way his jaw clenches that he wants to say something else on the subject, something about how this could have been prevented, but he bites his tongue. you nearly roll your eyes at this, but continue. “it’s alright, really. i’ll make it work. you, um, is it still okay with you if i keep my things at the house until i sort something out? i promise i’ll get them out as soon as i find a place. just can’t really afford storage at the moment.”

“sure, i don’t mind. not bothering me. i’ve only been back from tour for about a week myself so everything is sort of all over the place at the house anyway.”

another silence. then, he goes again.

“your nana doing alright?”

“yes, she’s doing really well. still as active as ever. and your family?”

“great. my parents are supposed to come visit in a few weeks i think.”

“good.”

another silence. you start to pick at the skin on your thumbs a little, and watch as he taps his phone, pretending to look distracted. from your side of the table you can see that only about seven minutes have passed since you sat down, but you feel like it’s been hours. a lump builds in your throat when you realize this; if anyone had told you this would be how things between the two of you would be a year ago, you would have laughed at how absurd a notion that was. you can’t believe the two of you were a couple for four years before this; you are behaving as if you’ve never met.

you swallow, take a deep breath, and then look him straight in the eyes.

“look, ross, there’s something i need to tell you.”

“i suspected,” he returns, a little too sarcastically for your liking.

you take another deep breath before deciding to brush his comment off, then say, “i…i’ve tried to think of about a million different ways to tell you this without just totally blindsiding you, but i guess that’s not really possible because i just found out myself and…and…” your eyes are starting to well up again, a couple of tears escaping and running down your face.

he starts to look alarmed now, his eyes getting wider. he adjusts his hands a little, at first looking like he’s about to extend one to you, but then remembering his place, remembering that that might no longer be appropriate, and puts them back together again. he doesn’t say anything, though, just keeps staring at you, searching your face and listening intently.

“okay, erm…i’m pregnant.”

another silence, but his face speaks volumes. obviously, he’s stunned; there is no expression, just his brown eyes still wide, his mouth a straight line. he stays quiet for about a minute, keeps his gaze right on you, eye contact not breaking. slowly, he sits up straighter in his chair, messes a little with his watch band, then takes a breath, looking out the window next to you as he does so.

“uh…” is all he can muster up. you wipe another few tears with a napkin. after you do so, he says, “okay. when did you find this out?”

“yesterday,” you say, setting the napkin back on the table now, feeling a little relief since you’ve at least spilled the beans. “got it tested through bloodwork, so it’s official.”

“okay.” he’s looking down now, continuing to mess with his watch band, not looking you in the eyes anymore. “and…okay, i’m sorry, what i’m about to say might make me sound like a massive dickhead, but you’re sure it’s mine?”

dagger straight to the heart. “oh my fucking god,” you say, starting to raise your voice a little bit, but catching yourself. “of course. do you really think i would…is that what you think of me?”

“okay, i’m sorry, i’m sorry. that was unfair.” he puts his hands up, like you’re pointing a gun at him or something. “i haven’t seen you or spoken to you since you left. it’s been, like, three months. i just had to be sure.”

you sigh. “no…it’s ok, i get it. this is…it’s just a lot for both of us.”

he scratches his nose, then puts his hands behind his neck and leans back against the chair, looking out the window again. “no, it was a stupid thing to say. i just…am shocked. and…like, you’re sure? i’m just trying to think how this could have happened.”

you can’t believe how thick he’s acting. yes, toward the end, you two had barely been having sex, and you know this comment is a petty allusion to that fact, but again, you try to keep your patience with him. “come on, ross. i know we were having issues, but…” you give him a stern look. “don’t you remember the last time? that party at george and charli’s when we both got wasted and fucked in the linen closet?”

his eyes get big again, it finally dawning on him. “oh. but…I mean you still have the iud and all that right? just because…”

“unlikely, but not impossible.”

just then, a ghastly smell from the counter hits your nose, and you feel a wave of nausea hit you again. you stand up quickly, halfway shout an “excuse me,” to ross, then run to the toilet as quickly as possible, throwing up the coffee. when you wipe your face off and rinse out your mouth with water, you look in the mirror. you look like shit, you feel like shit. you stand there and stare at yourself, furious that you’re in this situation, dreading returning to your table. but when you walk back out the door, ross is standing in the corridor, waiting on you. hands in his pockets, he looks extremely concerned.

“are you ok?”

you wipe a little sweat off your forehead, and reply, quietly, “i’ll be fine. morning sickness, i expect.”

“do you want to get out of here and go for a walk?”

“sure.”

the two of you keep your hands in your pockets as you walk side by side. you can’t help but notice how strange it feels; even toward the end you rarely walked anywhere together without his hand in yours, his thumb rubbing up and down the back. the silence between you now is a little more comfortable at least. you both know you have things you must say, but you’ve come to an understanding that, at least until you get to your destination, you can keep quiet. about twenty minutes pass before you reach a park you two would often visit when he would meet you after work and you find a bench you can sit on. when you sit down, you start to notice loads of families, many with prams. you try to imagine yourself with one, but shiver a little at the thought.

“so…um…have you decided what you’re going to do?” ross breaks the silence.

“no, i haven’t really considered all the options i suppose. still trying to let it all sink in.”

“what’s your first instinct?”

you laugh a little. “not a fucking clue. was going to see what you thought, to be honest.”

“oh, this is the thing you want my opinion on?” he retorts, and the two of you really start laughing then, a deep, refreshing chuckle you could feel in your belly. “four years with the most opinionated woman i’ve ever met who constantly reminds me she doesn’t need my thoughts, then all of a sudden a child’s in the mix and she wants me to make the decision.”

“hey,” you slap his arm, playfully. “i always take your opinion into consideration. when i ask for it.”

“oh, really? and please enlighten me, when was the last time you asked my opinion for anything? i can’t seem to recall.”

“seems like i asked you what kind of fencing we should consider for the garden when we were getting ready to start the renovation.”

“only because i was going to have to be the one to put it up.” he smiles at you sweetly as both of your laughter fades, and for a second you feel like nothing between you ever changed, that the last few months had just been a bad dream and things were how they were supposed to be. “seriously, though,” he starts again, “it’s your decision. i’ll be fine with whatever you decide. it’s your body.”

you sigh. “right now i’m thinking i’ll wait until after the first scan and then decide.”

“seems reasonable enough.”

“do you…um…do you want to come with me for that?”

“do you want me there?”

you smirk a bit. “who else would i bring along? harvey?”

he laughs again at this. “sick bastard would probably puke all over the table, make it all about himself.”

you giggle, tucking a loose piece of hair behind your ear. “is that a yes, then?”

“of course.”

you look up at him, taking in the way he smiles, the little lines around his eyes that you love so much and how much his dimples pop out. it’s killing you how much you’ve missed this, how much you’ve missed him. you have to fight back the urge to touch him, to take his hand or kiss his cheek. “thank you. and also, sorry, i guess.”

“sorry? it’s not like i’m blameless in this situation either. you do know how making a baby works, right?”

he walks you home shortly after; still contactless, another silence settles between you two, but this one is far more comfortable. you are still scared shitless, but you still feel as though an enormous weight has been lifted off your shoulders knowing that, at least for the moment, ross is not going to abandon you completely.

as you approach the steps of gemma’s building, he says, “you still look a bit green. are you sure you’ll be alright for now?”

“yeah, i think so. this has been going on for a few days now. i’m just going to try and take it easy until i have to go back to the office tomorrow.”

“when is the scan?”

“next tuesday at 2:00.”

“i can drive us there. if you want, that is.”

“i don’t think i’d mind.” you give him a small smile.

“okay…well, see you then?” he puts his hands behind his back. you can tell he is unsure how to say goodbye to you; as long as you’ve known him he’s never left you at least without a hug. but, especially with the bizarre twist of events that today has brought on, he is unsure what is allowed, and doesn’t want to make you feel uncomfortable.

“see you then.” you don’t reach out, you just turn from him and begin to walk up the stairs, seeing him walk away from the building when you talk. quick glance back. when you get back up to gemma’s flat, you hear your phone ding as you sit on the sofa, greeted by your cat, who nestles into you as you unlock your phone. it’s from ross:

i forgot to mention this, but if you need anything from me between now and tuesday, let me know. i’ll be around. xx

you smile at this, and cannot help but feel grateful that, even though your relationship with him is an absolute wreck, and you are uncertain what the future holds, that there is a small glimmer of a possibility that your lives will still be somehow entangled, at least for a little bit longer.