#or masterlist

All fics are x OC. I don’t write reader inserts, and I don’t intend to. I hope you’ll enjoy these stories regardless. For more info on my OCs, you can find my Outer Range OC masterlist here. I only write for Rhett Abbott.

CONTENT KEY warnings on individual fics

✩ = fluff | ♧ = angst | △ = suggestive | ϟ = smut

LINGER ♧ ✩ △ ϟ

As the week went on, you felt like things were finally falling into place. That connection you had lacked with Josh so many times before was just now being restored, and it felt like for once, you could really do this. While you researched about all the steps you should take while preparing for your pregnancy, Josh was right beside you, both of you talking about several options you had in the planning process. While you were still wary about all of this, actually having a fucking kid, much less raising them with Josh, you felt like it was right. Maybe this was what could finally repair your relationship, something that could bring you together, make you rediscover your love. Although, it was Jenna who finally pulled you back into reality one night when Tyler and Josh were recording in the studio and she was left alone with you on the couch, the same couch where you had first confessed everything.

“You are going to tell him, right?” she asked.

“Hmm?” you looked up from your coffee cup, making direct eye contact with her for the first time today.

“Josh,” she stated. “He has to know it’s not his child, right?”

“Oh I don’t know,” you shrugged. “It’s not like he’d ever have a way of actually figuring out unless they did a DNA test or something.”

“Y/n,” Jenna narrowed her eyes. “You can’t be serious.”

“Look, this is all Josh has ever wanted. Did you see how happy he was when he found out? And he’s been talking to me about all these things he’s so excited to do like getting the first picture of the ultrasound and figuring out what it’s genitals are and sappy shit like that. Okay? I’m not going to ruin this for him,” you argued. “It’ll be fine. Besides, I feel like things are finally turning around for once. Josh and I had actual fulfilling sex. The first time since he left for tour, Jenna.”

“I’m happy for you,” she insisted. “Really, I am. But come on, you know this isn’t right.”

“It feels right,” you sighed.

“Isn’t that what you thought about fucking Brendon behind Josh’s back too?” she challenged. You stared at her, instantly embarrassed, face turning red. “You can’t keep doing this.”

“Doing what?” you groaned. “All I’m doing is taking the situation I’m in and making the most of it, alright?”

“So you’re not going to tell Brendon either I’m assuming,” she crossed her arms over her chest.

“Fuck no,” you replied. “He’s trying to maintain a stable relationship with his new girlfriend Sasha or Sarah or whatever her name is. I’m finally getting along with Josh again. I’m not going to ruin things.”

“You expect him to just never find out that he got you pregnant?” Jenna wondered. “And  on top of that, expect Josh to believe it is his kid?”

“You make it sound like I’m lying to everyone,” you complained.

“That’s because you are!” Jenna crashed back into the couch cushions, closing her eyes, trying to compose herself. She took a deep breath. “You need to figure out something.”

“I already did,” you answered. “You just don’t like my solution.”

“How can you just throw all your morals out the window like that?” she inquired, staring at you, barely even able to talk. “Josh has done everything for you and this is how you repay him.”

“I could’ve gotten an abortion but I was considerate,” you defended. “You think I even want to have this kid? I’m doing it for Josh!”

“For Josh or for you?” she bit her tongue before she could speak anything else.

“For both of us,” you explained. “That’s how this whole thing works you know.”

“So what’s he going to do? Marry you, have the baby, and live happily ever after?” she took a deep breath. “All you’re doing is trying to cover your ass so you don’t end up alone.”

“You don’t know that,” you objected.

“You sure?” she challenged. “Because correct me if I’m wrong, but Josh is not going to want to be anywhere near you after he finds out the truth, and Brendon’s already preoccupied with his new girlfriend.”

“What the fuck?” a new voice couldn’t help but keep quiet, and both Jenna and you whipped your heads around to find Tyler, standing at the end of the hallway, jaw dropped.

“Tyler,” Jenna tried to take a calm approach. “Listen, this is just girl talk-”

“No,” he shook his head. “No. I heard what you were saying. I know what’s going on.”

“Tyler, listen please,” Jenna insisted, but he kept shaking his head.

“Really y/n?” he stared at you, shocked and disappointed and broken on the inside. “An abortion? Cheating? Lying?”

“It’s not what it looks like,” Jenna continued to vouch for you but Tyler kept shaking his head in disbelief.

“How long have you known?” he demanded, locking eyes with Jenna.

“I didn’t even know until just a little while ago I mean I swear it’s not like I was helping her or anything I didn’t mean to-” she stopped as soon as Tyler walked towards both of you, making her freeze up immediately.

“I knew something was up with you and Brendon,” he narrowed his eyes. “And then you were trying to hide that pregnancy test from Josh, in our bathroom, goddammit. No wonder you wanted to get an abortion. It’s not even his kid, is it?”

“Shut up Tyler,” Jenna begged. “Look, it’s not like y/n wanted this.”

“Why? What happened? Brendon was just dying to have sex with her? Raped her or something? Oh I’m sure. That’s why she faked sick and dragged Brendon down the aisle at the awards show. That makes so much sense,” he laughed darkly. “Jesus, you know I tried telling him? So many times y/n. Especially at that awards show. And every single time I brought it up, Josh would shake his head, going on a long spiel about how you would never do a thing like that, and how much you missed him when we were on tour, and how sweet you were. Bullshit. I could see right through you.”

“Tyler,” Jenna warned but he closed his eyes, continuing to shake his head.

“If I knew anything good for Josh, I would’ve just told him to forget about you,” he muttered, looking into your eyes, sending chills up your spine. “That very day he came to the studio and told me about what a nice girl he met in the coffee shop so many years ago. I could’ve saved him.”

“Please tell me I’m dreaming,” you barely whispered, hoping this was some twisted nightmare repeat from the past. But everything felt very real.

“Even after the paparazzi and that huge scandal, you’d think he’d finally get it through his thick skull by now,” Tyler scoffed.

“Would you just quit it already?” Jenna finally decided to stand up from the couch, approaching Tyler. “Keep it to yourself, okay? Let y/n do what she wants. It’s her problem, her mistake, her choice.”

“Yeah but it’s my fucking best friend,” Tyler challenged. “That’s the guy I’ve been looking out for all these years and you think some stupid slut is going to come along and all of a sudden I’m going to cave in and decide that I’ll just watch him crash and burn for once? Huh?”

His words stung so bad you could feel the tears start to surface in your eyes, your fingernails digging into the flesh of your palms, your jaw clenched hard. You all stood there, letting Tyler’s words sink in, when all of a sudden, you heard footsteps from down the hall. “Hey guys!” Josh greeted happily, walking into the room with a cheery smile. His grin faded as soon as he saw the expressions on your faces, his eyes softening. “Uh, why so gloomy?”

“Nothing,” Tyler grumbled. “None of your business.”

“I’m just not having a good day,” Jenna came up with a lie. “Times have been rough for me lately.”

“Aw I’m sorry to hear that,” Josh frowned. “Anything I can do to make it better?”

“It’s alright,” she insisted. “I think Ty’s taking me out for some ice cream after this. Hopefully that will cheer me up.”

“Okay,” Josh nodded. “Uh, it’s time for some piano again.”

“Cool,” Tyler faked a smile. “How about you go back in there and I’ll catch up with you soon?”

“Sounds good,” Josh agreed, racing back down the hall.

“Don’t you fucking dare tell Josh,” Jenna warned, gaze piercing his. “It’s not your secret to tell.”

“He deserves to know,” Tyler argued.

“And y/n deserves to tell him,” Jenna insisted.

“Fine,” Tyler huffed, finally turning to you. “You either tell Josh the truth by the end of this week, or you bet your ass I will. Understand?”

“Yeah,” you swallowed hard.

“And don’t you fucking dare think about hurting that kid,” Tyler instructed. “Regardless of who the hell it belongs to, it’s Josh’s now, and if you so much as lay a finger on it, I swear I will ruin your life. That baby is Josh’s pride and joy, and if you think about messing with it, I will end you.”

“O-okay,” you stammered out, swallowing uncomfortably.

 Tyler walked out of the room and back down the hallway to the recording studio, and you could see how tense he was, the anger still boiling up inside of him. You blinked twice, hoping, praying this was all still a dream, but it wasn’t. It was very much real. You felt absolutely sick to the core, and you felt a familiar lurch in the pit of your stomach, immediately staggering up and rushing to the sink. You gave into your gag reflex, feeling the bile rise in your throat, puking again into the sink. You soon felt a gentle hand rubbing your back and comforting you, brushing your hair out of your face, shushing you and telling you it was going to be okay. You groaned, closing your eyes, wishing you could just disappear, someone rubbing a soft wet towel over your mouth and cleaning you up.

“Don’t worry about it,” they insisted. “I’ll talk to Tyler.” Of course it was Jenna.

“What the fuck have I gotten myself into?” you sobbed, tears resurfacing onto your face. “God I’m better off dead.”

“Hey, sweetheart. Don’t say that,” she whispered, rubbing your back carefully. “Tyler was just pissed off, he overreacted, I’m sure he didn’t mean any of it.”

“I don’t see why not,” you sniffled. “All of it’s true.”

“Y/n,” Jenna’s voice softened. “Don’t think that. We’re going to get through this, I promise. I’m right there beside you.”

“That’s how Tyler reacted,” you whispered. “Tyler.” You took a deep breath before finding the courage to turn around and look her in the face. “Just imagine Josh.”

“Calm down,” she mumbled, hugging you tight. “Everything’s going to be okay.”

When you got home that night, things were anything but okay. Tyler’s words were constantly echoing through your head. You couldn’t get the stale taste of vomit to rinse out of your mouth. All of Josh’s words just went in one ear and out the other. Your head was spinning still trying to decipher whether this was just another crazy dream. Everything felt overwhelming and terrifying and miserable. When you got home, Josh was pestering you with questions, continuously asking you what was wrong or if he did anything, but you couldn’t even find the words to answer. All you wanted to do was be alone. You felt like you had to get yourself away from everyone and everything, try to save them from the walking disaster that was yourself. Everywhere you stepped it seemed as if destruction followed, hurting each person you ever cared for or loved.

Alone. Cold. Desperate. That’s how you felt. No matter how many times Josh tried to hug you, kiss you, ask if you were okay, that feeling never went away. If anything, it only multiplied, again and again until it consumed you fully. It was as if you were drowning in this struggle, the storm of it all finally downpouring onto you, washing you away into the deep. You were such a fool for thinking that things could actually go right for once. It seemed like yesterday everything was fine, like you could finally see the light at the tunnel, that there was hope for you and Josh. Oh if only you knew how wrong you were. Now, right now, was one of the worst feelings you had ever experienced in your life. Everyone hated you. Jenna lying in between her teeth, Tyler shouting at you, Josh oblivious as fuck, and now a baby, whose entire life would be cursed because you were going to be its mother.

”Please y/n,” Josh begged that night, curled up to your side, pleading for you to answer him. “Say something. Anything. Let me know you’re okay.”

“I’m sorry for everything,” is all you managed to choke out, your inaudible apology barely escaping your lips. “I’m so fucking sorry.”

“For what?” Josh wondered, eyes hungry and thirsty and just as desperate as you were to fully understand everything that was going on.

A New Friend Series: Crowley takes you at a young age and makes you hate your brothers. (Goes from 6 to 15 years old)

Part 1

Part 2

Part 3

Part 4

Part 5

Final