mpreg jackrry, cont.
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ferryboatpeakHEY LIZ here’s some more brainstorming re: mpreg jackrry for youuuu
[hey everybody else, sorry if this makes no sense, the first installment is in liz’s custody and it was mostly a long set-up for a one-night stand situation involving software salesperson Jack (and his tech bros the dunkirk cast) and aimless twentysomething Harry. This installment picks up three months later, after Harry’s just delivered the news and Jack has not responded in an enthusiastic manner]
After Harry leaves, Jack goes straight to the top of the kitchen cabinet for an edible, because apparently everyone who’s ever told him marijuana will lower his sperm count can suck it. He turns some music up loud and tries very hard not to think about anything except the second half of Monday Night Football.
Except he can’t help but think about it all week anyway. What he should have said. Whether Harry’s ever going to show up again. Whether… well, so far there’s not really any way to know if this is his problem, right? He thinks about it while he runs along the lake in the morning fog, and he thinks about it while he’s giving a Powerpoint at the head of a glossy conference table with the city skyline out the windows to his left, and he thinks about it in his nondescript hotel room by the airport when he has to make a quick overnight business trip to a client’s home office somewhere unfortunate like Cleveland.
He’s also thinking about it on Friday when he and Tom grab lunch at the Middle Eastern place a couple of blocks from their office. If there really is a baby there’s going to be more… developments. Is he going to have to live his life forever on edge that Harry might show up on his doorstep? Maybe with a baby next time? They should have a better way to get in touch with each other. And he should ask about… a paternity test? How’s he supposed to just ask about something like that? Is it even something they can do now, or does he have to wait until the… baby… “Jack,” Tom says, clearly not for the first time. “You OK?” Jack apologizes and brushes off the question… sorry, just kind of distracted, some work problem or something. Tom looks like he doesn’t believe him, but he doesn’t push it when Jack focuses and asks him to go back over the last couple minutes of Tom’s story that Jack was completely tuned out for. “Happy hour today?” Tom eventually asks, and Jack is so up for it, god, does he ever need a drink.
They all meet up in the lobby at 5:30, trying to decide where to go. “Pick someplace quick, don’t give Fionn an excuse to bail,” Barry says, and Fionn tries to pretend he wasn’t looking longingly at the elevator to the parking garage where his bike locker is. “Is Aneurin coming?” Tom asks, and Barry says no, he’s working late, “probably some Bruce Wayne shit or whatever.” (None of them have any idea what Aneurin’s innovation unit does but it’s possible it will eventually have something to do with rendering humankind obsolete via a robot uprising.) “How about that German place?” Jack says, very very very casually. “We haven’t been there in a while.”
“Oh, you think you’re gonna get laid again?” Barry leers at him. “Hey, what happened to that clumsy motherfucker you hooked up with last time?” Jack feels his face go bright red and he fumbles for something like, “...no idea,” but a beat too late, and Tom’s eyebrows go up and he says, “The German place sounds good,” quickly, and Barry goes back to giving Fionn a hard time.
Jack sees the table full of kickball t-shirts as soon as they walk in. Four girls in heavy makeup and four guys with at least six arms covered in tattoos. He didn’t really expect Harry to be with them, but he’s a little disappointed anyway. He waits patiently through the first round of pints, until Barry’s attention wanders, before hitting the restroom and approaching the kickball table on his way back. He just stands there for a second, with nobody looking at him because they’re all focused on some scruffy guy telling a loud story.
Finally there’s a pause and Jack says, “Is one of you Niall?” All heads turn toward him. Nobody looks like they have any idea who Jack is, and Jack doesn’t know what to make of that. “I am,” the only guy without tattoos says cautiously. “Who’re you?” Jack skips the question -- god, how is he supposed to answer that, maybe these people don’t even know Harry’s pregnant, maybe Harry isn’t even pregnant, Jack doesn’t know for sure -- and cuts straight to, “You’re Harry’s friend, right?”
“Who’s asking?” the scruffy one says, looking murder at him, and that’s enough confirmation for Jack. He ignores the loud dangerous one and tells Niall, “I’m trying to get in touch with him. Could you give me his number?”
“How about you give me yours,” Niall says, guarded. “I’ll pass it along, and he’ll be in touch if he wants to be.”
[ok i wanted to get all the way to the ultrasound scene tonight and I STILL MAY but wine makes that outlook murky so at least i wanted to post something]
[hey everybody else, sorry if this makes no sense, the first installment is in liz’s custody and it was mostly a long set-up for a one-night stand situation involving software salesperson Jack (and his tech bros the dunkirk cast) and aimless twentysomething Harry. This installment picks up three months later, after Harry’s just delivered the news and Jack has not responded in an enthusiastic manner]
After Harry leaves, Jack goes straight to the top of the kitchen cabinet for an edible, because apparently everyone who’s ever told him marijuana will lower his sperm count can suck it. He turns some music up loud and tries very hard not to think about anything except the second half of Monday Night Football.
Except he can’t help but think about it all week anyway. What he should have said. Whether Harry’s ever going to show up again. Whether… well, so far there’s not really any way to know if this is his problem, right? He thinks about it while he runs along the lake in the morning fog, and he thinks about it while he’s giving a Powerpoint at the head of a glossy conference table with the city skyline out the windows to his left, and he thinks about it in his nondescript hotel room by the airport when he has to make a quick overnight business trip to a client’s home office somewhere unfortunate like Cleveland.
He’s also thinking about it on Friday when he and Tom grab lunch at the Middle Eastern place a couple of blocks from their office. If there really is a baby there’s going to be more… developments. Is he going to have to live his life forever on edge that Harry might show up on his doorstep? Maybe with a baby next time? They should have a better way to get in touch with each other. And he should ask about… a paternity test? How’s he supposed to just ask about something like that? Is it even something they can do now, or does he have to wait until the… baby… “Jack,” Tom says, clearly not for the first time. “You OK?” Jack apologizes and brushes off the question… sorry, just kind of distracted, some work problem or something. Tom looks like he doesn’t believe him, but he doesn’t push it when Jack focuses and asks him to go back over the last couple minutes of Tom’s story that Jack was completely tuned out for. “Happy hour today?” Tom eventually asks, and Jack is so up for it, god, does he ever need a drink.
They all meet up in the lobby at 5:30, trying to decide where to go. “Pick someplace quick, don’t give Fionn an excuse to bail,” Barry says, and Fionn tries to pretend he wasn’t looking longingly at the elevator to the parking garage where his bike locker is. “Is Aneurin coming?” Tom asks, and Barry says no, he’s working late, “probably some Bruce Wayne shit or whatever.” (None of them have any idea what Aneurin’s innovation unit does but it’s possible it will eventually have something to do with rendering humankind obsolete via a robot uprising.) “How about that German place?” Jack says, very very very casually. “We haven’t been there in a while.”
“Oh, you think you’re gonna get laid again?” Barry leers at him. “Hey, what happened to that clumsy motherfucker you hooked up with last time?” Jack feels his face go bright red and he fumbles for something like, “...no idea,” but a beat too late, and Tom’s eyebrows go up and he says, “The German place sounds good,” quickly, and Barry goes back to giving Fionn a hard time.
Jack sees the table full of kickball t-shirts as soon as they walk in. Four girls in heavy makeup and four guys with at least six arms covered in tattoos. He didn’t really expect Harry to be with them, but he’s a little disappointed anyway. He waits patiently through the first round of pints, until Barry’s attention wanders, before hitting the restroom and approaching the kickball table on his way back. He just stands there for a second, with nobody looking at him because they’re all focused on some scruffy guy telling a loud story.
Finally there’s a pause and Jack says, “Is one of you Niall?” All heads turn toward him. Nobody looks like they have any idea who Jack is, and Jack doesn’t know what to make of that. “I am,” the only guy without tattoos says cautiously. “Who’re you?” Jack skips the question -- god, how is he supposed to answer that, maybe these people don’t even know Harry’s pregnant, maybe Harry isn’t even pregnant, Jack doesn’t know for sure -- and cuts straight to, “You’re Harry’s friend, right?”
“Who’s asking?” the scruffy one says, looking murder at him, and that’s enough confirmation for Jack. He ignores the loud dangerous one and tells Niall, “I’m trying to get in touch with him. Could you give me his number?”
“How about you give me yours,” Niall says, guarded. “I’ll pass it along, and he’ll be in touch if he wants to be.”
[ok i wanted to get all the way to the ultrasound scene tonight and I STILL MAY but wine makes that outlook murky so at least i wanted to post something]
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Date: 2017-10-29 04:13 am (UTC)no subject
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Date: 2017-10-29 04:38 am (UTC)God also nicole was so right, the Dunkirk boys just feel like a breath of fresh air character-wise? And something about the merging of the Dunkirk and 1d RPF verses just thrills me, I just love the idea of them being two adjacent social worlds with harry as the common link between them. Their jobs cracked me up. Also FIONN. He's just such a good minor character. Man!! I'm so into this. Liz, do you have part one and can you post it?? I'm dying for more.
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Date: 2017-10-29 04:41 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2017-10-29 04:52 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2017-10-29 05:02 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2017-10-29 05:03 am (UTC)also, see comment below, no niall suffering here, endgame bressie.
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Date: 2017-10-29 05:15 am (UTC)ALSO to add to the narry discourse already discussed: to make my heart hurt less about non-endgame-narry, maybe the heartbreak harry caused turns out to be a necessary moment of growth for niall to get his happily ever after with bressie? or this baby thing is the final nail in the coffin where niall lets go of his old feelings, and it primes him to be ready for bressie sheepishly asking him out for a drink after a kickball game, and clarifying after clearing his throat he means, like, just him and niall. like a date. if niall's, like, open to that, bressie would never presume, and -- and niall realizes that he is. he's open to it. anyway.
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Date: 2017-10-29 05:26 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2017-10-29 05:34 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2017-10-29 05:38 am (UTC)(no, wait, little mix hooks up with louis's girl band and zayn's band [RIP you gorgeous WOC foxes] and forms a women's league team. niall and louis agree to an exhibition match even though they're not in the same league anymore. the girls destroy them.)
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Date: 2017-10-29 05:40 am (UTC)