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vampirevatican · 13 days ago
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Can you do a Judd birch alphabet? You can decide if it’s nsfw or not
I've decided to do both, so here's the...
SFW & NSFW JUDDPHABET
Affection
He's affectionate but it's mostly through actions. (i.e. dinner date from the valentines day episode) I think he'd have his hands on you in public but in subtle ways. Finger in the belt loop of your pants, arm around your waist, arm on the back of the couch when you both sit together.
Best friend
He's a good guy at his core. you can not talk me down from that hill So I think he'd make a great friend. Hell quite a few alt people are and that usually comes from their beliefs.
A great listener, doesn't solve the problem unless you're looking for a solution, would offer to go torch some abandoned building or some other crimes but is only dead set if you are and it'd actually help you feel better.
Cuddles
He's big spoon, loves when you guys get ready to sleep and you get as close as possible without him having to do it.
Dirty secret
He's actually a softie. You can't tell me that he's not. The raccoons, melon ball, Judd has a soft side and it's canon.
Experience (NSFW)
No, yeah, he's experienced. Sexual and Romantic. Two girlfriends shown in the show, or rather at least one girl that he planned a dinner date for that was kinda fancy? Which makes me think they would've had at least a year together.
Favorite position(s) (NSFW)
Speaking of the letter 'E'
Face down, ass up is his usual go to. To get more specific? I think he'd love doing the mating press so he can really drill in. Big boy go deep... However also, rapid fire
69, The bicycle, hoisting you up on counters or bending you over. It depends on the amount of horny and where but one thing is for sure, he wants to bury himself into the hilt.
Gentle (NSFW implied)
I say, he's gentle when he wants to be. Ofc great at aftercare but outside of the obvious I think he's attentive to emotions of others, maybe not empathetic but what is he if not an observer.
Hair (NSFW implied)
So I've been over how he doesn't use a 16 in 1. Now let's talk about how I think he maintains his hair, and... a brief headcanon on the situation downstairs.
So getting general around 6 to 12 weeks he'll re-dye his hair. Probably at the 6 mark and with the sides of his hair, maybe even back, then we have the 2 to 4 week timing of him shaving it again. Notice how I say he does it. Sure he could get someone else too and depending on his schedule he sometimes does.
As for his junk... I don't think he shaves, maybe trims?
I love you
He's not about to say it first, and if he is then it's probably in response to you doing something he didn't expect or some random cuddle session in the back of his van.
Jacking off (NSFW)
Id love to bring in the concept of his own hormone monster but it's not necessary. He doesn't wank it often but when he does it's either built up or an in the moment thing.
Kisses (NSFW implied)
He's such a... good kisser 🎶~
Speaking wild... He's great at making out, imo, very passionate and heated.
Speaking soft? I like to think he'd kiss your forehead if you're small, or like the top of your head?? Before pulling you closer to him. Is it spur of the moment or he notices you being pouty, yeah.
Little ones (is he good with kids)
Again see letter 'D'. I swear he's good with kids. ffs he also helped out Andrew, reluctantly ofc, but i swear this dude is great with kids.
Mornings
Picture with me waking up in his bed, sharing the bathroom together and heading downstairs to a greeting from his supportive parents. Very cute, usually chill, and yes he drives you home or you head out with him. Nice breakfast into little adventures with your punk rock boyfriend, isn't that fun!
Nights
I love to think when it's not spent in his or your bedroom then it's his van or at some abandoned building. Lots of cuddles, maybe some arson or bne of an old abandoned business but if y'all were caught by the owner you'd be in trouble because you're defacing the property.
Open
I don't think he's an open guy, unless he's actually comfortable around you. It definitely takes some time but the more he learns about you the more you learn about him and it starts subtle af too. That is til y'all are a few drinks or blunt hits deep and everything starts to bleed
Pace (NSFW)
What pace do you need or want him to go? Naturally I think he'd have a steady pace and rhythm but if you needed it to be different then he'll adjust.
Questions (does he ask about you?)
See letter 'O'. I feel like he's direct but also would ask others about you if you aren't close enough yet and he doesn't have much of a choice. Mainly out of curiosity or wanting to do something for you.
Remember (and from those questions what does he remember?)
I say everything because again, he is an observer. Any little thing you like, stuff you hate, your fashion taste, favorite food, color, music genres. He knows it.
Stamina (NSFW)
For a dude that exercises, and is built the way he is i think it only makes sense for him to have really good stamina. Which means multiple rounds... if you're up for it.
Toys (NSFW)
For those who've been liking my works from last year about this man. Im going to call the knife a toy, but ofc he's definitely open to using a vibrator or other things in the bedroom
Ugly (the good, the bad and the ugly - headcanon negative traits)
So the canon aside, i feel like if you guys got into a genuine argument he'd shut down or double down. Not a huge red flag, and a better option to calm down and walk away but for those who can't handle that he ready for a breakup and him saying some real mean shit.
I can't see him being controlling or possessive but there's a possibility of it ramping up and if you two don't get to the route of it then... hwoof. especially if you aren't okay with it
Volume (NSFW)
He doesn't get loud... At all. But by god do I want him to be. Mfer can make you scream but him?? He be up in your ear mummering nd shit.
Warning (would be protect you? even from himself?)
Absolutely! If he's going out to do something really bad then he's not bringing you along, no matter how badass you are. Y'all get into an argument? Like I said before. I think he'd warn you or before taking the gloves off he'd address how this is just anger, and if you two wanna continue then he's okay with it as long as you know this is just being genuinely pissed
X exes (what's it like being his ex?)
Friends, friends with benefits if he's not dating someone else and you're okay with it. Things slip back into friend territory if y'all separated on good terms. Bad terms? No y'all do not talk... At all.
Yelling
Again he's not known to raise his voice but that doesn't mean he's not capable of doing so and I'm a firm believer that it'd be scary as fuck. Seeing you scared, if you do get scared, or even tear up bc if you don't do well with confrontation then he'd stop. If he was still mad or irritated then he just walks off to cook down, but if not then he instantly apologizes.
Zzz (going to bed together)
See the letter 'C', but anyways. I swear he's a cuddle bug, i need him to be. But he'd never admit it.
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-evening before Valentines day-
Paradise stretched, sighing happily. "You're really warm you know that?" She gently pushed Shine away from her and tossed the blanket off.
Shine melted into her hands and resisted the push. "No...I'm not that hot...stay here..." the human had a moment of awe that she'd ended up in this life. Her Goddess was curled up in her bed and asking to cuddle. Partners. Equals. The one who she worshipped and who loved her back.
"You're cute, but that lie is as dead as my old job." Paradise rolled over and got up, reaching for her water bottle. "You had a good night so far?"
"Mhm~." Sensations of any kind were magnified by 32 for her, or that's what it looked like from Paradise's observations. She could feel a fraction of it too through their link. Made things interesting.
"Mm, I love you Shi, you changed.. well everything."
"I know. I know what you're thinking about." She quietly sang.
"You might not this time."
"N...you're not just my girlfriend, you know that right? You don't have to worry about losing me to anyone." Shine sat up and changed her form into a more fantastical look, arms covered with a soft slate blue fuzz and her feet turned into paws. She wrapped an arm around Paradise and leaned on her shoulder, quietly saying, "You're my first, and my beloved. That'll never change."
She couldn't help but twitch towards the touch. "Ri-right. Mmm." Her character slipped. "You really are way too warm..."
She felt the head on her shoulder cool off and Shine's arm wrap around her. "Better? I had an idea for something we could do tomorrow, but I also might want to go on a date with Andrew. I'd like him to meet you soon, though I'm not sure when." She ran her hand up and wrapped it around her partners arm. "It's nice to finally have some peace."
She let herself be led back to the bed and her water bottle was put into her hands. "Yeah, I'd love to meet him. Don't worry about picking between us for Valentines day, we spent all those other Valentines days together." With her as a voice in her head, but that hadn't stopped them.
Shine smiled and offered her some more water. "Thank you, you're so sweet little Bird."
"Almost as sweet as the candy we share."
"Because we care?"
"Because we care." Paradise finished the call and response. Her eyes were so heavy by now.
"Sleep, we had out fun, alright?"
"Mmm... I'll see you tomorrow."
"Goodnight Birdie."
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weapoprotectionprogram · 6 years ago
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softtdaisy · 2 years ago
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🌷 I’d like to request Andrew x female reader, Marry Me by Thomas Rhett ❤️
_marry me
andrew garfield x fem!reader
based on: marry me by thomas rhett
summary: andrew knows how much you want to get marry. but you are not marring him.
words: 813
a/n: when I saw the request, I thought it was going to be a sweet story. you should have seen my face when I listened to the song 😭 I hope you will love this ♥️
join my secret garden for my 1k celebration 🌸
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When Andrew got the invite, he wondered if you send it to him by accident or if you really wanted him here. 
When it was clear that it wasn’t a mistake, he had to think if he really want to come. Did he really wanted to watch the woman he loved get married to someone else? But was he ready to leave you alone on that special day? None of these choices seemed like the good one to make.
Andrew never told you how much he loved you. He never had the courage to. You’ve been friends with each other since you met during a shooting. It was obvious for you two, you’ve always been close. Like you understood each other perfectly. Like nobody could ever get you the same way. 
It was easy for Andrew to fall for you. More than your look, he loved your personality. How you always seemed to be there for him, to find the right word or give the right advice when he needed them. How you were giving the best hug, it felt like home when you were taking him in your arms. No women managed to do that.
And there was that night. You were both drunk after spending the night together at an after party. You couldn’t find the key to your hotel room, so Andrew offered you to sleep with him. It wouldn’t be the first time you share the same bed.  What could have been a basic night between friends turned out…differently. 
You were lying next to each other, ready to fall asleep. You were clearly closer that you should be, but you were both too wasted to notice that. You fell asleep before he did. So, he felt you cuddling against him naturally, like this was your place. He let you sleep in his arms. Next morning, when Andrew thought this could mean something, you actually apologized. “I didn’t even realize I did that! I hope I didn’t bother you?” How could you, when you were all, he dreamt about?
Nothing happened after that night. Only a few weeks after that party, you announced him you were dating someone. And now here he was, wearing a black suit and black tie, at your wedding. With someone that wasn’t him.
You often told him how you hoped you would get married one day and how you imagined your wedding to be. One thing was sure, this wedding was exactly like you described it to Andrew in the past. He was happy that you were able to live that dream. But he wished it was his name on the board, not that man.
Andrew imagined what would happen if he was coming to you right now and told you how he felt. If he was confessing his love for you right now, would you run away? Would you accept it? He imagined how pretty you must be in your white dress, waiting for your big moment to happen. Just this thought convinced him that he couldn’t do that to you.
He loved you so much he would always favor your happiness. Your smile mattered more than his. 
The music started playing in the room. Everyone got up, waiting for the groom to come. Andrew kept looking in front of him. He couldn’t bear watching the man taking the place he always dreamt to have. He knew who was coming next. Discreetly, he took a sip of whiskey from his flask. He needed some strength to be able to see you without crying. Crying for your beauty. Crying from not being the man you loved enough to marry. 
He turned his head when you walked him. Just like he imagined you would be, you were a true angel. The beauty and the grace of an angel blessing the whole crowd here for you. Maybe that was the worst time of it. He was just another face in the crowd for you today. He fought hard to not crack and look strong. 
After the ceremony, he found a seat in the middle of the crowd. He wasn’t ready to see you, to speak to you. But it was doomed to happen. And when you looked at him, he knew it was the moment he would realize how far from him you were now.
“Andy, you came!” you ran to him and hug him tightly. For a few seconds, you managed to appease him. But not for long. You were still married to someone else. And you would never be his.
“Congratulations.” He had this sweet voice, the same tone he always had when he was talking to you. Maybe he was playing this time. If he was honest, his voice would be shaking, and he would tell you how much he wished he wasn’t there. But he didn’t. For you.
At least, you were happy. 
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Meeting and Dating Andrew Clark
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(Not my gif)(Requested by @mpmarypoppins​ )
(I’m sorry this took so long! It took more work than I was expecting!)
- You technically met Andrew after the two of you were placed in the same class though; since you weren’t in the same social circle, you didn’t talk to each other. Well, you didn’t talk to each other until the teacher was late to class one day; something quite common for said teacher, and the delinquents who sat behind you decided to pick on you.
- Usually, it really didn’t bother you. You’d ignore them and the teacher would arrive and they’d be forced to shut up. But Andrew wasn’t used to that sort of thing and he certainly didn’t like it so when the goons started to berate you, he turned around and told them to shut up.
- They made a smartass retort back at him but did as he said, settling in their seats just as the teacher finally showed up. Throughout the rest of the class, the two of you took turns sneaking glances at each other and pretending like you weren’t when the other happened to look. 
- Neither of you mentioned the event to each other and you’d figured that that was the end of it. And for the time being it was, but a few days later that wouldn’t be the case. 
- Once again, your teacher was late and the assholes who sat behind you began their familiar attempts at bothering you. You caught Andrew glancing back at you, watching to see your reaction; you’d assumed, before he finally turned fully around and told them to knock it off …though this time they didn’t.
- The ringleader of the group made a comeback, turning on the boy and asking “what he was going to do about it”, prompting Andrew to stand up, threatening to “wipe the floor with” them.
- The boy stood up as well, grinning as he made a comment about the two of you dating, and subsequently an obscene remark which made your face turn hot. Before you knew it, the two boys were one the floor, Andrew pushing the kid to the ground, asking if he was finished and demanding he apologize.
- He released the boy after a moment and they straightened themselves out, stumbling backwards without saying anything, hoping to dodge the extra humiliation of saying they were sorry.
- You saw that Andrew was about to say something; most likely once again telling the boy to apologize, so you delicately grabbed his arm and told him it was fine, thanking him for sticking up for you.
- He eased up as the other boy and his group of friends made their exit, turning to you more calm then before and asking if you “just let them do that to you”.
“Nothing much I can do. If I say something they’ll just keep doing it because they get a rise out of me.” You explained.
“If you don't fight back they’ll just keep bothering you cause you’re an easy target.” He insisted.
“I’ll be an easy target but I’ll also be boring. The only way to win is to wait it out and let them get bored.” You replied, turning through your notebook a bit uncomfortably.
“No.” He shook his head.
“What?” You asked, furrowing your brows in confusion.
“No,” he replied. “They bother you again, you tell me. I’ll handle it if you don’t want to.”
- His offer made you smile but proved to be unnecessary as the boys moved seats and refused to say anything to you after that day.
- The two of you hadn’t talked in a few days so it sort of shocked you when he approached you in the hall and struck up a conversation, asking how things were to which you were able to report that the guys had left you alone.
- He gave you a small smile and a “that’s good, that’s good” before going quiet for a moment. You were about to say goodbye until he turned to you and told you about a party that one of his friends was having, suggesting that; maybe, you’d like to go before offering to pick you up.
- Taking your only chance to attend a real highschool party; and spend more time with one of the most popular and handsome boys in school, you agreed, writing down your address for him and returning his smile as he said goodbye. 
- As it turns out, parties aren’t really your thing and surprisingly not his either. The two of you ended up spending most of your time sat outside, talking in the dark and nursing cheap beer.
- You’d been telling him a story when you noticed that his eyes were locked on you. You’d dismissed it for a while before you turned and met his eyes, your story quickly becoming meaningless and trailing off into thin air.
- You watched as his eyes shifted down towards your lips, pausing there before he began to lean in. You began to lean forward as well, tilting your head so that he could connect your lips properly.
- The two of you shared a long, soft kiss before you pulled away, a warm, fuzzy feeling filling you as you took notice of the lovestruck sorta look on his face. The two of your faces lingered close to each other’s for a moment, neither of you wanting to pull away.
“You should probably take me home, it’s getting late.” You whispered.
“Do you want to go home?” He asked quietly.
“No.” You smiled, laughing softly.
- A small smile found its way onto his lips as well before he leaned in again, kissing you with a bit more fervor than before, his hands tightening their grip on the jacket; his jacket, that you were wearing.
- Cliques and stereotypes be damned. He loved you and he sure as hell wasn't letting you go if he could help it.
- He’s been taught to be a gentleman so he keeps his pda light and innocent. He doesn’t need the entire school watching him shove his tongue into your mouth.
- Soft kisses.
- Handholding.
- Temple, forehead, and head kisses. 
- Attending all of his wrestling matches and cheering him on. He always seeks you out in the crowd and shoots you a smile.
- He’s prone to trying to show off and impress you. Taking off clothes, flexing, athletic tricks, acting tough; whatever he thinks will get your attention.
- Giving him genuine, meaningful praise. 
- Shy compliments from him. Sometimes, he gets genuinely awestruck over how pretty you are. 
- He doesn't use too many nicknames, maybe a babe here and there but otherwise he just calls you by your name. He thinks pet names are sorta silly though he cant help but smile when you use them on him; as long as its in private. 
- He insists on escorting you to class. It’s certainly useful, the hallway crowds all but part like the red sea for him and his Varsity jacket. 
- Your books? In his arms. Your entire body? In his arms. Hey, he’s got muscles for a reason; he’s gonna put them to good use!
- Getting used as a human dumbbell. It’s somewhat scary yet fun though you’re pretty sure he copes a feel every now and again. 
- If you ever have any food you don't want just slide it over to him. You don’t even need to say anything, he’ll grab it and kiss you on the cheek before you can anyways. 
- He fiddles with things when he’s bored so expect to just randomly feel him playing with your hair or witness him doing something adorably stupid in an attempt to entertain himself. 
- Playing finger football and other hand games in class/lunch. 
- Dancing together.
- He loves having you right by his side. He’ll literally pull your chair closer to his while you’re sitting in it just because he wants you as close as he can get you.
- Sharing inside jokes and secret smiles with each other.
- He’ll either lay between your legs and lean back against you, his head on your stomach/chest, or he’ll lay his head in your lap and let you mess with his hair. He “secretly” loves when you play with it.
- You usually cuddle with your head on his chest and his arm wrapped around you. He’s sorta not used to cuddling so it’s gonna take a little bit of time for him to warm up to really snuggling with you.
- He hasn't really figured out who he is yet. He’s an amalgamation of everyone he’s ever had to listen to so you’re gonna have to try and help break him out of that, and become his own person. 
- A part of him yearns to feel accepted and that’s going to cause him to do whatever he can to please you, unless, perhaps, it goes against pleasing his father. It’s just something he does without really thinking about it so you’ll have to sort of keep that in mind since you don’t want to take advantage of him. 
- Going out and acting like idiots, living in the moment and actually enjoying yourselves instead of worrying about what other people think. 
- Being there for him to rant to when he needs. 
- Helping him study so he doesn't fall behind in his academics while trying to excel in sports. 
- Wearing his jacket. He thinks you look adorable when you put it on and will always toss it to you when the weather gets cold.
- He’s hot blooded so if you get cold then just move in closer, he never minds. Either that or throw on the clothing that he’s pulled off of himself.
- Being invited to the “popular” parties, even if you really aren’t yourself. He’s not a big fan of them but you being there makes them more bearable.
- Becoming friends with the members of the breakfast club, specifically Claire since she’s in the same clique as Andrew and you wind up hanging out in the same places. 
- He genuinely likes you for you. You may think that you have to change something about yourself but just know that he loves you either way, whether you do change it or not. 
- He thinks you’re the greatest. Even if other people see your actions as “nothing” or strange, he finds them endearing.
- He’s always willing to fight to figure out what's wrong, pushing you to talk even when you try to defensively push him away. Instead of judging or trying to give you halfhearted advice, he just relates and makes you feel accepted.
- Carnival/theme park dates. He likes taking you places where he can win you prizes and the two of you can spend the day goofing off. 
- Arcade dates but the cool kind. 
- You know how hard it is to strip off clothes and makeout with his layered fucking circus act? Man has on like five shirts at a time. He’s immune to strip poker and pussy. 
- He sorta acts like your father. He’s been conditioned into acting the way he does, behaving like he’s a teacher/parent and telling people what to do, repeating the same dribble that he’s been told. In some ways its endearing, in others its infuriating and sad. 
- He isn't too keen on introducing you to his parents and you understand why. You don’t take offense, knowing that he isn’t keeping you away because he’s ashamed of you. 
- Making sure to step in and ensure he doesn't beat peoples asses. You’re one of the few people he listens to when he’s angry.
- He gets extremely jealous, particularly when he knows someone has a thing for you. And when he gets jealous, he has a habit of getting aggressive; either threatening or full on fighting guys when they don't back off. 
“You don't talk to her. You don't look at her. You don't even think about her.”
- Overprotective; he’s always ready to jump to your defense even when he really doesn’t have to. 
- A lot of your fights are due to outside pressures. He’s constantly under a lot of stress so fights can erupt at any time, even if neither of you mean for them to happen. 
- He just loses it, sometimes throwing an insult/harsh word or two at you that he doesn't mean. After he has some time to cool down he feels absolutely horrible and chides himself for being such a jerk. 
- He might show up at your house or try to approach you at school the next day but its up to you on whether you'll just take him back. He’ll ask to talk to you and tries to offer a genuine apology whenever he’s in the wrong. 
- Quiet, earnest “I love you’s”. He’s sort of shy about saying it but you can certainly tell that he means it when he does.
- You don’t really talk about the future all too much but he’ll occasionally bring it up. He certainly wants to marry you. He’s praying that you want the same and that you’ll end up being his highschool sweetheart. 
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katie-writes24 · 4 years ago
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Five Of A Kind
Pairing: Poly!Hamilsquad x reader
Warnings: Language, fluff, opinionated comments towards the Spider-Man movies, I guess some things are implied, but barely
Just something I came up with. I’m a sucker for Poly!hamilsquad :) Takes place at the start of their relationship. Uh, shoutout to Pinterest for giving me prompt ideas ig? I’m going to start working on more requests after this. Enjoy!
She sat in a booth in the corner, watching through the window the busy streets of New York. The sun had been replaced by heavy clouds, and it was obvious it would rain any minute.
She tapped an impatient finger against the handle of her mug, looking at her phone once more before the seat across her was filled by John and Lafayette.
“About time,” She raises a brow and John looked back sheepishly.
“At least we’re not the last ones here,” Just then a waiter came over and took their drink orders. When he left, Laf took her hand into his.
“How are you, mon ange? We have not seen you in a while.” Y/N felt a pang of guilt hit her. She had been absent from the past months movie and game nights, missed out on a couple of dates, all due to school work piling up.
“I know, I’m sorry. Just had a lot of work to do. I swear, I won’t cancel again.” She smiled and Laf kissed her knuckles, only to be startled when Hercules threw an arm around him, pulling him into a kiss.
“Ce qui ne va pas avec vous? You scared me!” Laf put a hand to his heart while John snickered beside him.
Hercules chuckled and sat down next to Y/N, placing an arm at the back of the booth and kissing her cheek. “Sorry I’m late.”
“Alex is last, as usual. Give me my ten dollars,” He nudged Laf who rolled his eyes, but pulled out a bill from his wallet. The waiter came back with their drinks and took Herc’s order, as well as a coffee for Alex.
“Has he been working this late the whole week?” She asked. Though she has been doing the same recently, they all knew college classes and his job were totally different. Alex working late would only bring more tension, stress and sleep deprivation to them all.
“Just the past two days,” John shook his head, looking out the window as the rain came. “Dude doesn’t even think time exist anymore.”
“Speak of the devil,” Hercules nodded towards the front of the cafe, and they all watched him walk over.
“Fifteen minutes? That’s a new record, man.” Y/N said bitterly, but not really meaning it.
“Water falls from the sky and people don’t know how to drive.” Alexander sits next to Laf and takes off his jacket. “I’m sorry, I’ll buy this time.”
“Bribery will get you nowhere,” She sipped from her mug, but willingly ordered her meal carefree.
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“So...it’s one character?”
“Correct.”
“But three different actors?”
“Right.”
“In three different...worlds?” Lafayette tilted his head as he watched the screen.
“Well...kinda. It’s basically in the same universe, but just different stories. Like the last Peter Parker is set in the same timeline as the Avengers.” Alex shoves more popcorn in his mouth as Laf narrows his eyes.
“I do not get it.”
“You don’t have to get it, babe,” John smiles and runs his hand through Y/N’s hair.
“Uh, yes, he does have to get it if we’re going to binge all of the Spider-Man movies,” She looked up at John as if he was crazy. He giggled and leaned down to kiss her forehead.
“All you have to understand is Andrew Garfield was the worst Spider-Man,” Hercules said, earning agreeing hums from Alex.
“But he is the cutest one,” Y/N smiled as she watched said actor on screen in his suit.
“Oh, I can totally fight with you on that!” Alex gave her an accusing stare.
“Non, I think he’s pretty cute!” Laf snuggles further into John, and the latter tilts his head up and gives him a peck on his jaw.
“You haven’t even seen Tom Holland yet, your opinions aren’t valid right now!” Alex throws popcorn at his head from the other couch.
“Shhhhh, this is the best part...” Herc put his finger up to Alex’s lips, and he quickly took it into his mouth, causing Hercules to groan in annoyance.
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The bell above the door jingled, Hercules looking up from the suit he was working on. His concentrated frown turned into a warming smile as he saw her walk in with a plastic bag in her hand.
“Tell me there’s something edible in there?” He leaned his arms against the counter and smirked as she froze in her steps.
“Are you saying my presence isn’t enough for you?” Y/N scoffed and set the bag down next to him. “But yes, I might have some food in here.”
“I thought you had class?” Herc smiled as she pulled out two containers of burgers.
“I just finished, thought you’d be hungry. I knew you had to come in early, and from John’s drunk text last night, it seemed like you didn’t get enough sleep.” She laughed as he rolled his eyes.
“I got maybe four hours. I don’t know how Alex does it,” He munched on a fry and intertwined their hands together. “Thanks for the food.”
“Of course,” Y/N smiled and the two ate in comfortable silence after that. She could see the different types of fabric thrown across the back tables. It was an obvious sign of stress, it looked like Herc’s office at his apartment. When they finished their meal, she cleared her throat, “Hey, don’t stress yourself out okay? I know you guys are understaffed, but that doesn’t mean all the work has to be thrown on you.”
“I know, but I was the only one on shift today, which means I get all the new orders.” He ran a hand over his face and sighed. “I should probably get back to work.”
“Sure,” She started to leave, but his hand grabbed her wrist and pulled her into his chest. She leaned into the embrace and smiled.
“You can stay if you want? I could use the company,” He kisses her head and leans back to look into her eyes.
“I guess I could work on some essays,” She leaned up and kissed him soundly. “Thanks.”
~~~~~
She knocked on the door as she tried to shake off the snow sticking to her coat. It opened a moment later with a relieved looking Aaron on the other side.
“Thank god,” He sighed and stepped to the side to let her in.
“Still hasn’t been out of his room?” Y/N stripped out of her jacket and looked around the messy apartment.
“Not since this morning, and it was only to get another coffee. I’m surprised you guys didn’t check on him sooner.” Aaron raised a brow as she chuckled.
“We talked to him two nights ago, and he seemed fine. Trust me, this isn’t the worse it’s been.” She knocked on his bedroom door, and after not receiving an answer, she opened it slowly.
Alexander was sitting at his desk, back to the door and typing away on his laptop. She sighed as she looked around the room. Cans of energy drinks and candy wrappers had been thrown hazardously near the small trash can in the corner, along with shreds of paper. His bedsheets were thrown carelessly and different documents laid on top.
Y/N shook her head and walked towards where he was seated at his computer chair. She wrapped her arms around the him and leaned her head on his shoulder.
“You are freezing,” He winced, voice hoarse like he hasn’t spoken in days.
“How long have you been sitting here?” She asked, eyes roaming over the paragraphs he was typing.
“Today?”
“Alex!” She tutted disapprovingly, reaching for his laptop to close it, but he was quicker, grabbing at her hand.
“No! I just need to finish this real quick!” Shoving her hand away, he leaned forward and typed faster.
“You’ve been in here for hours, for all I know days,” Y/N’s hands wrapped around his, and squeezed them. “When’s the last time you ate something? Or showered? Or walked around?”
The silence was enough to fill her question.
“You’re not taking care of yourself, Al. And do you remember that we had plans tonight? We were all gonna go ice skating.”
“Fuck, it’s already Saturday,” Alex ran a hand over his face and grumbled. “I’m sorry.”
There was frustration in his voice, and she would be lying if Y/N said she didn’t feel bad for him. He has been stressed about work lately, picking up a lot of other people’s slack and working late hours. She held him closer and kissed his neck softly, his own hand coming up to her arm and rubbing a soothing thumb across it. They stayed like that, until he eventually leaned forward and started typing away again, saving the document once again.
“When’s your deadline?”
“Tuesday.”
“Are you kidding me?!” She slammed the computer closed and pulled him away from the chair.
~~~~~
“What the hell, John?” Hercules slammed his cards against the table as John laughed.
“You guys suck at this game,” He smirked and laid his cards out.
“You’re cheating, its so obvious that you’re cheating,” Alex walked away from the table, Laf smirking at how easy it was for him to get mad.
“It’s just a game, mon amie,” Laf chuckled as Alex flipped him off.
“I’m turning in, I gotta work the early shift tomorrow,” Hercules stretched his arms and yawned.
“You are all welcomed to stay the night, there is plenty of space,” Laf offered, hope in his voice. He liked when he didn’t have to go to sleep alone, which is something that hasn’t happened in quite a while.
“I can’t Laf, I got an early meeting,” Alex frowned as he put in his shoes.
“Me too, and I got to be early or Lee will never let me hear the end of it,” John kissed the top of Laf’s head and walked towards Alex.
“I can stay, I don’t have class tomorrow,” Y/N grinned as Laf turned from disappointed to excited.
“Don’t have too much fun, you two,” Hercules smiled and kissed them both goodbye, Alex and John doing the same before leaving the house.
Laf wiggled his eyebrows with a smirk at her, which she pushed his shoulder and walked upstairs to his room. He soon followed and gave her a pair of pajamas to change into.
They fell into bed easily, Y/N cuddled up into his side as he wrapped his arms around her protectively. She could hear his heartbeat and sighed with content.
“What are you thinking about, cherie?” He whispered, not wanting to disturb the quiet.
She hesitated before answering, “How great this all has been...all of us, together. It’s pretty amazing.”
“That it is,” Laf kissed her forehead and smiled. “I wouldn’t trade these past months for anything.”
Y/N leaned forward and captured his lips, not moving until he tilted his head to deepen the kiss. He held her cheek with care, pecking her lips a few more times before pulling away.
“Get some sleep, Y/N. For all I know you could be schemeing with all this kissing.” She chuckled and kissed him one last time before turning over and leaning into his chest. He kissed the back of her neck before wishing her sweet dreams.
~~~~~
Classes had finally ended for the semester, which meant Y/N was making plans to catch up on sleep. Yet, despite her wishes to stay in her dorm for the break, the boys offered for her to switch between their homes, saying that it would allow them to spend more time together, and, let’s face it, they all didn’t like going to sleep alone.
The first weekend, they all wanted to celebrate her successful school semester, and while they wanted to go out and party, she was perfectly content with ordering take out and being lazy on Alex’s sofa.
Y/N was spread out across John, face buried in his chest while he ran his hand up her back comfortingly. She was drifting in and out of consciousness, startling between an explosion on the TV and Hercules loud laughter.
She was almost asleep when she felt John’s fingers begin to move across her spine. He had a pattern, going back and forth and up and down, almost like he was writing something. A couple minutes later she went to turn over so her face would be towards the cushion, before she figured out what he was writing.
“I love you, too,” Y/N mumbled, barely giving it a second thought before she knocked out completely.
John stared at her in shock, eyes wide and a blush across his cheeks. Even though the volume was loud, the other boys could hear her clearly, looking over in amusement, shock and adoration.
John swallowed and embraced Y/N, nuzzling into her neck and smiling as she snored.
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specialagentlokitty · 5 years ago
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Shaun x Sister!reader - Trust
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May I request shaun x younger sister reader. The r diagnosed of cancer and Shaun was being big brother and he been there at her side. Everyone was amazed how shaun loves his sister and they observed their great bond. Angsty pls wanna feels it cause im bored. Its up to you what's the ending. Thannkk u - Anon❤️
You yawned and rubbed your eyes as you held Glassmans arm, softly walking into the hospital with him.
“Tired?” He chuckled.
“I was playing games.” You grinned sheepishly.
Glassman sighed softly, casting you a small smile with a shake of his head.
“You need to sleep, staying well rested will help.”
You nodded your head, he was right and you knew that. Having osteosarcoma sucked a lot, but you were getting treatmeant and having checkups, so there wasn’t much you could do.
You adjusted the bandana on your head with your free hand and eagerly looked around, you wanted to find your brother.
“Don’t worry, we’ll find him first.”
“Heh... thanks Glassman.” You smiled.
Both of you held light conversation as you wondered the hospital looking for Shaun, and eventually you found him talking with two others. A woman with blonde hair, and a guy who reminded you off a police officer.
Glassman sat you in a seat, holding his finger up warning you.
“Stay here.”
“Yes boss.” You grinned.
Glassman laughed and walked over, holding a small conversation with them before Shaun spun around.
“(Y/N)!” Shaun said excitedly.
He rushed off and you stood up, letting your brother awkwardly hug you and you pat his back before he pulled away.
“Hey Shaun, hows work?”
“It is fun.” He smiled, “Are you here for your chemotherapy?” He asked.
You shook your head and pointed to the ex principal of the hospital.
“No, Glassman is taking me to have a meeting with some of the surgery team to talk about my options.”
Shaun nodded his head, following along with what you were saying. He fiddled with his fingers and glanced to Glassman before looking away, glancing at you quickly before turning away. He introduced you to the other two before changing the topic.
“I have to be there.” Shaun demanded.
You turned to Glassman with pleading eyes, grading Shaun’s shirt lightly.
“Shaun, we can’t be there for every patient.” The woman snided.
You glared at her and blew raspberries.
“Glassman hes my legal family, he has to be there.”
Morgan and Park choked on air at that, and You beamed proudly.
“Shaun will be there, I’ll come get him just before the meeting, Okay? We need to get you to your room so the nurses can do you check ups.”
You sighed and ruffled Shaun’s hair a little, offering him a soft smile.
“I’ll see you later, okay?”
“Okay.” Shaun mused.
You headed over to Glassman and looped your arm with his and let him lead you away.
You didn’t mind the nurses checking you over, but you got pretty bored sat in your room when they left. Your attention when to the door when it opened, and in walked a different woman and Park.
“Alright (Y/N) Murphy....” the woman trailed off, looking at you, “Are you related to a Shaun Murphy?”
You grinned and nodded your head.
“He’s my older brother, what’s your name?”
“Right, I’m Dr Claire Browne, and this is Doctor Alex Park, we need to run some tests if you don’t mind.”
You shrugged, flopping back onto your bed.
“Go for it, whatever you gotta do. Dr park?”
He walked over and peered down at you with the softest of smiles.
“Can you tell Shaun I want juice.”
“Uhm.. sure, what kind of juice?”
“He’ll know.”
Dr Park rose a brow but again agreed, and you left with them to do some tests. When you were done, you entered your room to find Shaun on your bed with your favourite kind of juice in his hand.
“Hey Shauny.” You mused.
Padding over, you climbed onto the bed and made grabby hands at the juice.
“How did the tests go?” He asked.
“They were alright, very boring.”
Shaun frowned a little, shuffling to lean against the pillows like you were doing, his gaze trained on you.
“They will help you.”
You gulped your juice down and placed the empty carton down, looking up, giving Shaun a smile.
“I know. Don’t you have work?”
Shaun shook his head.
“No, I finished 20 minutes ago. My shift has ended.”
“Ah, makes sense. Wanna watch crappy Tv on my phone with me?”
“Okay.” Shaun agreed.
You pulled up some random show, tilting the screen towards Shaun so he could see it more, not complaining when he gingerly took the phone from your hands to watch.
The silence was peaceful, both of you were unaware that Morgan, Park and Claire kept glancing in, shocked at the sight of you two.
Eventually the door opened again, drawing your attention towards it, six people walked in.
“Hello Dr Andrews, Dr Melendez.” Shaun greeted.
They introduced themselves to you, and Andrews turned to Shaun with a slight scowl.
“Dr Murphy you should be at home.”
You raised your hand a little gaining his attention.
“Actually sir, he’s here for me. Shaun’s my legal family, so he’s gotta be here too.”
“You two are related.” Melendez asked shocked.
You nodded your head with a huge smile, nudging Shaun lightly with your elbow.
“He’s my brother.”
“Right, Okay.” Andrews sighed, “we’re to talk about your treatment.”
They listed all your options, letting you decided based on facts.
“You have to amputate her leg.” Shaun spoke up.
Everyone turned to Shaun and you did as well, shocked.
“Shaun! That’s not how you tell the patient!” Morgan hissed.
Tears burned your eyes, and you glared at her. Glassman walked over and sat down with you, running his hand up and down your back as comfort.
“Shut up! He can tell me however he likes!”
Shaun turned to your silently crying form and awkwardly wrapped his arm around your shoulder before pulling away, settling for rubbing your hair like you did for him.
“Please don’t be upset (Y/N), the procedure has a very high rate of success.” Melendez said softly.
You sniffled, nodding your head.
“If you agree to the surgery, we can do it tomorrow morning. Unfortunately Dr Murphy will not be taking part.” Andrews said.
Everyone’s head turned to him in shock and you shook your head.
“I won’t agree if he’s not doing it.” You sniffled.
“You can’t deny your life saving surgery just because your brother won’t be preforming it.” Andrews sighed.
You glared and nodded your head.
“I have to do it.” Shaun said panicked, “I have to help her. I have to save her.”
You ran your fingers through Shaun’s hair and rested your head on his shoulder.
“It’s okay Shauny, I can be with Stevie again.”
“I don’t want you to go to heaven...” Shaun whispered.
“I won’t go straight away, I’ll still be here with you.” You said gently.
“(Y/N), think about this, please.” Glassman asked.
“I have, I refuse to have the surgery... I want Shaun to do it... I trust him.”
Shaun closed his eyes and placed his head to yours.
“Andrews you can’t do this to them. Shaun is more than capable of helping.” Claire pleaded.
“I’ve made my decision, I’ll come back in a hour to see what you’re final decision is.”
With that he left and you burst into tears.
“Please don’t cry.” Shaun begged, “I do not like to see you cry.”
You sniffled, wiping your tears, taking Shaun and Glassmans hands in yours as you clamed down.
Shaun took your phone and put your favourite song in, playing it lowly as background noise.
“It is your favourite song, it helps you calm down.” He smiled.
You smiled weakly back and nodded.
“Andrews is an asshole...” you muttered.
“(Y/N), language please.” Glassman chuckled.
The others chuckled along, and you turned your eyes to Melendez pleadingly.
“Please, you have to help. I want the surgery, but I trust Shaun, I can’t do it without him being there...”
Melendez nodded his head in understanding.
“I’ll see what I can do.”
“Thank you.” Shaun spoke up.
Melendez smiled at him and left, leaving you guys all alone. So, you started light conversations with them while cuddled into Shaun’s side, but it wasn’t long before you fell asleep.
Shaun got up, pulling he cover back before covering you up with it.
“You really care for her.” Claire said gently.
“I love my sister.” Shaun smiled.
Park, Morgan and Claire all smiled back, taking scattered seats across the room. They’d start a mass protest if they had to, just so Shaun could operate on you, they could let you refuse it and they couldn’t bare to see Shaun loose his last sibling
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minniemixe · 4 years ago
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Beauty And The Beast
Gangster AU
Stray Kids Fanfic
Chan x Reader
Other Appearances: GOT7 BTS
Genre: Smut, Fluff, Angst
Warnings: Mention of rape, family drama
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Chapter 6
“What happened to your hand?” Moon’s mother asked pointing towards her bandaged hand as the two sat in the lounge, Moon cuddled up next to her mom “Oh this, nothing big, I was walking down the stairs and slipped, there was glass in my hand, it broke and I cut myself” she told. “I can bet you were running down the stairs. Sweetheart how many times have I told you to be careful on stairs, huh?” the older lady dotted “I’m fine mom, it’s just a cut” she looked up at her mom smiling, the mother kissed her daughter’s head, hugging her tighter, “MMhhmm, I missed my baby so much” she said repeatedly kissing her cheeks   “I missed you guys too, sorry for not contacting you much and visiting sooner” Moon replied, snuggling closer in her mom’s chest. “I’m still surprised you visited. I thought you’d be busy with your work, we’d have been happy even if you just frequently contacted us telling us you’re okay” she spoke “You’re not wrong, I am quite busy with my work, I was also surprised when my colleague asked me if I wanted to visit” she replied “Colleague?” her mother asked “Ah yeah, he had some work in this area so he asked me to tag along, saying I could visit you guys while he ran his errand” Moon replied “When is he returning? Why don’t you ask him to stay for dinner?” her mother said “He said he wa-” Moon was cut off by the doorbell “Is that him?” “I don’t think so, he said it would take him two or more hours. It hasn’t even been an hour yet” Moon replied, getting up to check. When she opened the door, Chan stood there with a bouquet of roses and a gift bag in his hands.
“Oh hey. Back so early?” Moon asked letting him in “Ahh yeah, I got done earlier than expected, so thought why not visit your parents” he said “Ofcourse, I’m glad you did, Mom was asking about you. Oh by the way, introduce yourself as my colleague, that’s what I told my mom” Moon said as the two made their way to the living room “Hello ma’am, I’m Chris, a colleague of your daughter's. These are for you” Chan introduced himself, handing the roses to her. “And this is for- where’s your dad?” he asked, looking around “Oh he’s not home, I’ll take that” Moon replied, taking the brown gift bag from him “Oh My God, this is so sweet of you, you didn’t have to do this” her mother smiled at Chan. "I couldn't visit empty handed for the first time" Chan reasoned, bowing politely "You didn't come empty handed, you brought my daughter with you" Moon's mother smiled patting Chan's back who smiled sheepishly in return. “So, Chris, I hope you’ll be staying for dinner” Moon’s mother asked “Ofcourse, I’d love to” he replied politely “Well, make yourself comfortable, I’ll go make dinner” her mother said walking out of the living room. “Wait mom!” Moon called out running after the older lady “Yes hunny?” she asked turning around “Can we have pizza? I really missed homemade pizza” Moon said playing with her fingers “Sure baby, anything you want.” the older lady replied kissing Moon’s forehead. Moon jumped up and down excitedly hugging her mother, “Thank you Thank you Thank you” she said repeatedly. Her mother laughed, cooing at her daughter affectionately “C’mon, lets make you some pizza”, walking towards the kitchen, with Moon skipping behind. Chan saw the whole interaction, smiling to himself about how cute and happy Moon looked. Her whole aura had changed, Chan loved every second of it and hoped that he’d get to see it more often. Chan too followed the two ladies, to the kitchen, opting to help the two. “Can I help with anything?” Chan asked entering the kitchen “Oh no honey, make yourself comfortable.” Moon’s mom answered “Please ma’am, I insist” he said “You can cut the vegetables, I’ll stir fry them” Moon said before her mother could say anything “I’ll make the dough, you guys get started on the topping” her mother said “Should I make the sauce?” Moon asked “No, I made pasta yesterday, so there’s plenty of sauce. I made extra yesterday” the mother replied, disappearing into the pantry. “Where is your father though?” Chan asked, folding his sleeves, Moon’s eyes focused on his veiny arms “Earth to Moon. Are you still here?” Chan snapped his fingers in front of her eyes, snapping her out of her thoughts “Oh huh? What?” Moon said “I asked, where is your father?” Chan laughed at her bewildered expression “Don’t know, don’t care. He left the moment he saw me” Moon shrugged. Chan didn’t know what to say so he just began at his task, glancing at Moon who was taking out the pots and pans. “You okay?” he asked, not being able to control the urge “Why wouldn’t I be. This isn’t the first time. I’m used to it. I don’t give a shit anymore” Moon said “What about your mom? Does she never confront him?” Chan asked “As if he’d listen. Besides, I don’t want mom to get involved, the man is unpredictable. The last thing I want is my mom to get hurt at the hands of that monster” Moon said washing the chicken “I’m -” he stopped mid sentence seeing her mother return to the kitchen “Sweetheart, please grate the cheese after you’re done with the topping” her mom said, getting started on the dough “Sure Mom” she smiled "So Chris. What line of work are you in?" Moon's mother initiated a conversation "I'm on the management side ma'am" Chan replied "Oh but isn't that different from hers, last I talked to her, she was in the web developing department” she asked pointing towards Moon “Ahh yes, but it’s a small system so there isn’t much with departments and stuff” Chan said “Oh I see” “Yeah, there are like 13, now 14 of us, each of us with a different role” “Mom, remember the client I had to meet out of town, that’s him, I edited a few things for him, and since it was up to his satisfaction he offered me a job” Moon played along “That’s nice. What is it that you guys do, like as a group?” the mother questioned “Well, it’s a lot of different things, we design websites, we do shipping for different online shopping mediums, photography, videography and event planning and management” Chan answered. Moon was impressed with how quickly he came up with something so believable “Well that’s nice” the older lady smiled. The conversation went on with random topics. “Oh I almost forgot. Baby your friend has been visiting a lot lately. He asked where you lived but I didn’t know where, but he kept coming back saying, he just wants to see you since it’s been so long. He even came yesterday” Moon’s mom told “Mark? But I met him a few weeks back” Moon said confused “No, not Mark, I think his name was something like Alan?” Moon’s mom said “I don’t know any Alans” she replied brows furrowed “No, I think it was something like Andrew or Andy?” the mother said “Andre?” Moon said grimacing “Yeah yeah, that was it” her mom���s face lit up “If he comes again, tell him I have nothing to do with him, never did, never will” Moon scowled “Why, was he a bu-” her mom started when the doorbell rang “Mavis?” Moon asked looking at her mom “But she’s in UK and she’s not returning until late tonight” her mother answered going out of the kitchen to check “Who’s Mavis?” Chan asked “My little sister” Moon answered. Moon’s mom walked in with a man beside him, who’s face instantly lit up seeing Moon. “Princess!!” he exclaimed, running towards her hugging her tight. Moon harshly pushed him away, slapping him hard across the face. “I’m not your fucking princess. Get lost. I never want to see your face ever again. Stay away from me, stay away from my parents.” To say Chan and Moon’s mom were confused about everything would be an understatement, their faces were contorted in utter confusion, looking from each other to the two, expressions bewildered. “Wha-” the man started “NO, NO Andre, I don’t want to hear it. And don’t even try to play dumb, you completely ruined my life, and I’m not exaggerating and you know that very well. I don’t want any explanation, I don’t want an apology either, I just want you out of here.” Moon said, her voice cracking “Please give me a second chance” Andre pleaded “Get lost before I kill you. Don’t test me, I really will kill you” Moon gritted “Hunny what is this about. At least hear the kid out.” her mother said “No mom, I can’t stand him” “Excuse me, Mr Andre, I think you should leave. I’ve never seen my girlfriend this stressed. I trust she has a very valid reason for it, so leave with respect while you can” Chan smirked “You may not want to hear this, but I really like you, I have, ever since highschool. And I’m not saying this because I want you to break up with him, but because I want you to be safe. He’s not what you think he is, he’s a gang leader” Andre said, the three’s eyes went wide and Moon’s mother let out a loud gasp. Moon wasn’t having any of it and his remark only angered her more. Grabbing the knife from the kitchen top, she lunged forward, “THIS AGAIN. YOU FUCKING BASTARD. I’M GONNA KILL YOU”. Chan quickly moved forward to stop her while her mother just stood there rooted to the ground, completely shook. Andre laughed maniacally, smirking at her. “What do you mean again?” Moon’s mother asked “Oh she doesn’t know?” Andre smiled like a lunatic “I SAID LEAVE” Moon shouted “But I think she deserves to know, look at her, are you really going to keep it from her?” Moon thrashed around trying to get out of his hold, but to no avail. What was supposed to be a nice reunion between Moon and her family, turned into something unimaginable. “If you’re not going to talk. Let me, your mother seems really confused and she deserves to know.” Andre spoke again “There is nothing to know about, get lost” Moon said through gritted teeth “Aww, are you really going to make your parents think you died in a car crash when in reality someone slit your throat or shot you in the head?” Andre questioned “What is he talking about?” her mother asked “Nothing mom, he’s just blabbering, this is what he does. This is exactly what he did in highschool” Moon answered “It was to protect you” Andre said “Protect me? You twisted sick creature. You completely turned my life upside down and you have the audacity to say that. Get out before I kill you” Moon said, Throwing a knife at him, he moved to the side and dodged it. “You’re going to regret this.” Andre said, turning around to leave. Moon released a breath and leaned on the kitchen top, burying her head in her arms while her mother rubbed her back. “Sorry mom, the whole day is ruined” Moon said lifting her head “No, no Sweetheart, don’t apologize, it isn’t your fault” her mother said “Here take this” Chan said, handing Moon a glass of cold water “Thank you” she said taking it from him “What was all that about? And what does he mean by Chris being in a gang, and is he your boyfriend? Were you really going to kill him?” Moon’s mother bombarded her with questions “Hey hey Mom, calm down, let me explain, he’s just getting in your head, take a deep breath, everything is alright” Moon said rubbing her mom’s arm to calm her down “Okay, but you better be honest about every single detail” her mom said “Yes, let's put the pizza in the oven first, we’ll talk while it bakes” Moon replied After putting the pizzas in the oven, the three gathered in the living room. Moon took a deep breath before speaking. “Back in highschool, he was my classmate. An annoying one at that. He would follow me around, complimenting me, giving me flowers and all that stuff. He confessed to me numerous times and I’d turn him down everytime, saying I wasn’t interested. He was a delusional psychopath, he’d always tell me I didn’t give him a chance because of Mark, seeing how close I was with him. He’d always try to pull stupid stunts to ruin what Mark and I had. And one time he took it too far, I have no idea what he had planned but whatever it was, it backfired, it didn’t affect him as much as it affected me. He went abroad two weeks after the incident while I suffered. The only explanation he gave was ‘I just wanted to keep you safe’ because apparently Mark was also in a ‘gang’. He ruined my entire life and for that I’ll never forgive him” Moon explained “What could he have possibly done to make you hate him this much, and if this is about your highschool life being difficult, don’t you think you might be exaggerating” Moon’s mom reasoned “I really didn’t think I’d ever have to tell you this” she sighed “It’s already out of the bag, might as well tell the whole thing” her mom said “Remember the sports day? The one that determined whether I got the scholarship to the college or not?” Moon asked “The one you couldn’t play in because of the mishap?” her mom questioned “Yes that one. But everything that happened that day was a lie” Moon replied “What?” she asked confused “I did go to the locker room to change into my uniform, but everything that happened inside was different from what I told you, or anyone for that matter. The only people who know what actually happened inside were Andre, Mark, Jaebum, Jinyoung, even I don't know. And the event that lead to what happened in that room, that only Mark, Andre and I know” she spoke “If it was something this big, why would you keep it from us?” her mom said. Moon took a deep breath before she started explaining "It's complicated, I was 15 and everything happened so quickly I couldn't handle it. When I did finally get around to telling you, well you know what happened" Moon said looking into her mother’s eyes. The older lady sighed, knowing exactly what her daughter was talking about
5 Years Ago
"I have practice after school today. I can see you tonight if you want" Moon spoke into the phone "When are you gonna get free from that?" Mark asked on the other line "Not sure, probably by 5:00 or 5:30, maybe after, maybe before. Why, something important?" She replied "Nah, just wanted to hang out, we can go out tomorrow as well, you'll be tired anyways" he shrugged "You're not wrong, I'm not even gonna bother walking back home, just gonna call an Uber" she laughed "Why? Isn't your mom picking you up?" He questioned "Not today. She said she and dad have some work so they won't be able to pick me up. It's no biggie anyways, I understand, especially with renovations going on, they have a lot on their plate already" she answered "I'll pick you. I'm free, plus it's safer" he said "Is that supposed to be a pun?" Moon laughed "How?" He asked confused "Free? And safe" Moon quoted the words "Oh, totally unintentional. And I want you to be safe" Mark laughed catching on to what she was insinuating "Well, no need, who knows when I'll get free anyways" she said, heart fluttering at his words "Too late, I'm already on my way" he said "Dude, my practice hasn't even started yet" she laughed "Yeah well, I haven't got much to do so might as well watch you practice. See you in 5 Bitty" Mark said "See you. Bye" she said ending the call. "Who was that" Andre asked, suddenly appearing out of nowhere "What the hell! Stop sneaking up on me and it's none of your business" Moon replied walking away
"Mrs Smith, can I talk to you privately" Moon asked her coach, who was currently instructing a few girls "Of course, girls would you please excuse us" the coach replied "It's about the application" Moon started "Oh sweetheart, I'm so sorry about that, I mixed up the applications. Yours was perfectly fine and congratulations, it got accepted. Now all you have to do is pass the audition. Coaches from the top colleges will be here on the final day. Practice hard, I know you can do it. Good luck" Mrs Smith patted Moon's shoulder "Are you serious. The application for scholarship was accepted? Oh my God, I'm so excited. I didn't think I'd get accepted" Moon said enthusiastically "Don't underestimate yourself. You've got great potential, give yourself more credit. Now get to practice, you have a scholarship to win" the coach cheered Moon giggled and walked away thanking the older lady. On her way back from the lockers she spotted Mark, Moon ran up to him and hugged him tight shouting enthusiastically. "Woah there little lady, why so hyper. Did you eat chocolate again?" Mark laughed "Okay so, oh my God, I'm so happy right now" she kept jumping up and down. "I can see that. So tell me, what's the good news" he laughed "Remember the application I told you about, the one which had some problems with it, guess what, my coach accidentally mixed mine with someone else's. I just found out mine got accepted. Now all I have to do is get a perfect score in my games and I'll get the sports scholarship" Moon told enthusiastically. "Bitty, that's amazing. See I told you everything will work out, you were stressing for no reason. I'm so proud of you, I knew you could do it" Mark exclaimed hugging her tightly, swinging right to left. "Not just yet, I still have to play in the finals and then pass the entrance test. The competition is tough, so I'm kinda nervous" Moon said "You. Are. Going. To. Do. Great." He said shaking her with every word. Moon laughed at his actions, smiling brightly at him. "Now get to practice, I'll cheer for you" he said turning her around and pushing her forward, Moon laughed running towards the ground with Mark following behind. "Alright girls, take 5" the coach called out. The team walked towards their benches to get a rest for a few minutes. “That was a good game. But you girls can do better. Nattalie, you have to work on your goal blocking strategy. Ruth and June practice on your kicks. The rest of you, you’re still lacking good positioning” the coach said. The girls nodding along to what they were being told “In the next game I want you all to change the positions, understood” the couch asked “Yes coach” the girls shouted in sync
“Weren’t you playing badminton?” Mark asked Moon, handing her a bottle of water, after another football game “I am, I’m playing both” she replied, gulping down the entire bottle “One game doesn’t scratch your itch?” he asked folding his arms “Nope, you know me. Need to play every single game. Life’s too short to play just one.” she replied “Why didn’t you try out for all of em?” he said sarcastically “According to rules, one person can participate in only two sports, otherwise, I would’ve” she replied “You are one of a kind Bitty” he laughed, patting her head
“Number 5, I need you to come with me, we need balls for the dodge ball” the coach called out to Moon. “Yes coach” she called out, walking towards the older woman. “Have you decided on any majors yet?” the coach asked Moon as the two entered the storage room “I haven’t got anything planned to be honest, I want to be an athlete so this scholarship would be a great boost for me. I guess I’ll see as I go along” she replied placing the needed stuff inside a basket “That is great. From the years of watching you grow, I know you have great potential. I wish you all the luck in your career.” she smiled at her student “Thank you ma’am” Moon smiled as the two exited the room “It’s stuck” Moon said pulling on the door “That’s weird, maybe something is stuck from the inside” the coach said. Moon went inside to check but saw nothing near the door that could be causing it to jam. “There’s nothing here” she replied. She tried opening it further but it wouldn’t budge. Pushing the door harshly, it moved a little, making a creaking noise. “It’s easier from the inside since I have to push, I’ll close as much I can from the inside, slip out and then pull the rest” Moon said “Let me help you, I’ll pull from the outside and you push” the coach said “No no, it’s alright. You go ahead, I’ll lock up and come back” Moon said “Are you sure?” the coach asked “Yes, it’s all good” she replied “Here are the keys.” she said, handing the keys to Moon and walked away. After 5 minutes of pushing the door, she was able to close it enough for her to easily slip out. She put a foot outside but before she could get out, someone shoved her inside and slipped in right after her. He harshly pushed the door and closed it from the inside. Moon looked up to see Andre standing right above her. “Finally. I have you all to myself” he said and leaned over her, Moon’s breath hitched as she tried to think about ways to escape. Kicking him in the leg as hard as she could, she ran towards the door, she tried to open in but it was jammed after opening just a little bit. Before she could pull on it more, Andre grabbed her by her hair and yanked her back, making her fall on the ground. “HELP!!! SOMEBODY HELP!!!! MARK!!!!” she screamed out. Pushing the door and closing it once again, he moved towards her and spoke “No one can hear you. We’re on the other side. Your precious Mark isn't coming to save you.” he said straddling her waist and pinning her arms above her head “STOP!! PLEASE STOP!! AAAHHHH” Moon sobbed “And when I’m done with you, he won’t even want to look at you, he’ll be so disgusted” he said kissing down her jaw to her neck. “PLEASE STOP, ANdRE, STOP IT” “Just like that, keep screaming my name” he said groping her.
“Okay boys team, you’re up.” the coach announced. The team got up from their benches and walked towards their coach. “1, 2, 3, 4 - where’s Andre?” the coach asked as she was counting the members “He said he was going to the toilet, it’s been five minutes now” one of the team members replied “HAS ANYONE SEEN ANDRE?” the coach turned around and announced. Hearing the announcement, Mark started looking around, having an uneasy feeling when he didn’t see Moon or Andre. Getting up from his spot he went towards the coach and asked about her “She and I went to get some sports equipment from the storage room, the door was stuck so she stayed back saying she’ll close up and get back. Why? She isn’t back?” the coach asked “No” Mark replied “Could you go check on her, see if she needs help with the door, and if doesn’t close, just tell someone from the admin and bring her here” the coach said Mark nodded his head and ran towards the storage area. Being an alumni, he was quite familiar with the building and didn’t have much difficulty getting to the storage room.  As he got closer he could hear Moon screaming, assuming she was stuck inside he fastened his pace, but what he heard next made his blood oil with anger and started running. Kicking open the door his fists clenched in anger at the scene in front of him. Moon was sprawled on the ground, her shorts halfway down, shirt riding up her chest and Andre on top of her groping her in the most inappropriate of ways. “You fucking bastard” Mark gritted and pushed him off her. Moon quickly scrambled to the side, fixing her clothes she curled in the corner sobbing harshly, her body shaking uncontrollably. Mark grabbed Andre from the collar of his shirt and pulled him up. Throwing him against the wall, Mark threw a punch to his face, making him stumble. Mark kept throwing punch after punch until Andre was lying on the ground. Mark was about to kick him when he kicked his foot under Mark’s, sending Mark stumbling back. Taking the opportunity Andre got up and ran out of the room. Mark wanted to follow after him but decided against it taking a look at Moon’s figure.   Getting closer to her curled up figure, he gently touched her shoulder. “AAHH, NO PLEASE, NO-” she started thrashing around, “hey, hey, hey, it’s me, it’s just Mark” he spoke soothingly “M...Ma….Maa…” she stuttered, eyes glossy, cheeks tear stained, face completely red and body shaking uncontrollably. “Yeah it’s just me, I’m here, I’m not gonna hurt you. I got you now, everything’s alright” he said wiping away her tears. Letting out a sob, Moon threw herself at Mark, wrapping her arms and legs around him, clutching onto him for dear life. “I...I..di...didn’t..th...thi….think...an...anyone wa..was gonna co..come” She spoke trying to calm herself “It’s okay, I’m here now. I’m not gonna let anyone hurt you” He said, rubbing her back, trying to get her to stop shaking. The two sat there in silence, Moon releasing deep breaths occasionally. “You better?” Mark asked as Moon loosened her hold on him and pulled away “Mhhmm” she nodded getting off of him and standing up, her legs still feeling wobbly “C’mon, we have to tell your coach.” Mark said, grabbing her hand, and pulling her out of the storage room but Moon stood there rooted to the ground “It’s no use” she said pulling him back “What do you mean? You’re not walking away without taking action, I’m not gonna let you. The bastard needs to be punished” Mark said harshly “You think I don’t know that. We’re gonna tell the coach, then what?” she retorted “The school admin takes action, that’s what” “How do you plan on proving him guilty? There are no security cameras in this room.” she folded her arms “What about the hallways? If we can catch him going in th-” “Come with me” she cut him off, dragging him with her. “Look at that” she said pointing towards the broken security camera “Ho-” he started “It broke this morning, A bunch of boys were throwing around balls and ended up kitting the camera, It’s supposed to be fixed tomorrow. Andre knew this too and took the opportunity. There's no point in telling anyone” she sighed hanging her head low, tears streaming down her face “I’m sorry. We’ll get him back, I’ll make him pay for ever laying a finger on you. I promise you that” Mark said hugging her small figure closer to him “Teach me, teach me how to protect myself. What if he does it again, and you’re not there” Moon said, lifting her head “I’m not leaving your side, ever. You don’t ever have to worry about me not being there” he said wiping her tears “But I still want you to teach me, I don’t want to depend on anyone” she said, taking in a deep breath, finally calming down “Okay, whatever you want. But what are you going to tell your coach. You look horrible” Mark questioned “Let’s go, I know what I have to say” she said walking away, with him following behind
“Number 5. What happened, you were gone for more than 20 minutes” the coach asked when Moon handed her the keys “I was trying to close it from the inside, when it closed and got stuck, I kept banging on the door since I didn’t have my phone, Mark opened it from outside” she lied “You look sick, your face is all red, are you sure you’re alright” the coach asked concerned “Yes, I just get claustrophobic in tight spaces, that’s all” “Oh, explains a lot. Leave the practice early today. Get some rest” the said “No ma’am I’m fine, I can practice” she said “Don’t tire yourself out, get some rest, There is a week till the final day, you’ll have plenty of time to practice. Go home today, rest up, get better and we’ll practice tomorrow. I don’t want one of my top athletes to pass out from exhaustion.” the coach said sternly “Yes ma’am” she replied and walked away to gather her things
“You’re coach is right you know, you don’t have to tire yourself” Mark said, starting the car “It’s just, you know how it is. This scholarship may be my only chance to get out, and I don’t want to risk losing it. Being completely honest with you, one of the reasons I didn’t want to tell anyone about what happened with Andre is because I don’t want it to hinder my scholarship. Yeah it’s because there isn’t sufficient proof to prove it was him. I could pursue it, but that would just take my focus away. I don’t want that” Moon explained “I wish you weren’t so hard on yourself all the time” he said “I wish the world wasn’t so cruel to me” she whispered looking out the window. Mark didn’t have much to say to her, knowing she indeed went through a lot on a daily basis. He just sighed and kept driving in silence.
The next went smoothly, Moon would practice after school, and after practice she would learn self defence with Mark. As promised, he didn’t leave her side.  It was the final day and everything was going smoothly. Moon’s football team won with a good score, and she was really ecstatic especially since she kicked the winning goal. Going into the girls locker room she began to change into her badminton uniform. After getting changed, she sat on the benches to put her shoes on. Halfway through Andre entered the locker room. “WHAT ARE YOU DOING HERE? THIS THE GIRLS LOCKER ROOM, YOU’RE NOT ALLOWED HERE” Moon shouted at him “Relax girl, I’m just here to grab something for June from her locker. I asked coach before coming inside” he replied “Where’s coach?” she asked “In the ground” he smirked at her. “But don’t worry. I’m not gonna do anything” he added before walking away. Moon quickly took out her phone, texting Mark, who immediately replied
Moon: Mark please come to my locker room Mark: Why? Everything okay? Moon: Andre, he’s here. He says he’s here to get something, but I don’t trust him Mark: Take a deep breath Bitty, I’m on my way. Moon: Please hurry
Putting her phone aside she quickly got to putting on her shoes. Chugging down her water, Moon quickly got up to run out. But as soon as she stood up, she started feeling dizzy and light headed. She looked down at the water bottle and cursed, realizing it was drugged. Releasing a laugh, Andre walked over to her. “Staaayyyyy awaaayy” Moon slurred, pushing him away. All the self defence tricks she learned now useless as her movements were very delayed “C’mon we have to get out of here before your boyfriend shows up” Andre said, dragging Moon’s intoxicated self with him. “Booyfrieend, I wiiiiish~” Moon giggled, completely drunk “As if that matters anyway. You’re mine now” Andre whispered. Reaching for the door. Mark was quick and smart. Knowing Andre was going to do something, he didn’t come alone. Pulling Moon towards himself, he pushed Andre towards Jaebum. “Take care of him, I’ll take her out”. Nodding his head Jaebum dragged Andre away. Picking Moon up, Mark walked inside. Sitting her down on the benches, he went to her locker and started rummaging through it. Silently thanking the Gods when he found a juicebox in her locker, he went to her and took her phone and texted himself
Moon: Hey could you bring me a juice box, I don’t feel so good
After sending the text he removed the previous conversation and manipulated the text time to make seem as if it was sent 10 minutes ago. Taking out his phone, he texted Jinyoung.
Mark: Bring Bitty’s coach here in 5 minutes Jinyoung: Why? I thought you’ll keep it under control Mark: Shit went down big time. We can’t get her out quietly now Jinyoung: Fuck Mark: Just text me when you reach near the locker room
“You look hot” Moon suddenly said. This caught Mark off guard as she was simply giggling to herself all this time “Say what now” he asked bewildered “Don’t act like you don’t know. You’ve always known how I liked you. I never said anything. But for some reason I feel like confronting you about it” she said walking up to him. Mark sighed “Bitty, this really isn’t the time. You’re intoxicated. Let’s talk when you’re sober” he said “No, I wanna talk right now. I’m completely sober. You’re the one who needs to man up. You never tell me you like me but your actions say otherwise. Either tell me you don’t feel the same and that your actions are platonic or be honest with me. Stop leading me on” she slurred stumbling. He grabbed her shoulders to steady her, before he could say anything his phone went off
Jinyoung: On our way, two minutes max Mark: Stall her till I come out. I have a situation Jinyoung: You’re kidding? What even is going on? Mark: Don’t have time to explain
“You’re being a real jerk here” she poked him “Gosh I can’t believe I’m gonna do this”  he whispered before kissing Moon. she was caught off guard but nonetheless kissed back. He felt horrible for taking advantage of her like this but he knew he didn’t have much time. Putting two fingers on her neck, he pressed on her pressure point until she fainted in his arms. Lying her on the ground, he took out his pocket knife. Apologizing to the unconscious figure he made a small cut on her temple. Letting a little blood pool on the floor he dipped his fingers in it before smearing it on the side of the bench. Once he made sure everything was in place. He picked her up princess style and walked out of the locker room. “Oh my lord. What happened?” Moon’s coach asked looking at her unconcious figure in Mark’s arms “I’m not sure. She texted me she wasn’t feeling well and that she wanted me to bring her juice. I did as told, but when I called her she didn’t pick up so I went inside the locker room. She was unconscious when I got there. I think she hit her head on the benches because there was blood on the bench’s corner.” He lied “Coach, we should tell everyone she won’t be playing. Mark will take her to the hospital” Jinyoung said catching on to Mark’s lie “Oh yeah yeah, please call me as soon as she wakes up, Jinyoung, you tell her parents, I’ll make the announcement” the coach said walking away “Tell aunt and uncle what I told the coach. I’ll take her to your apartment. Make something up and make sure they don’t ask to go to the hospital.” Mark warned “If she hit her head, she needs a CT scan” JInyoung said “No, she didn’t hit her head, she was drugged, I had to make her faint to get her out, made a little cut just to make up a story” he explained “It’s 2:00 right now, I can stall them until 6:00, 7:00 max” Jinyoung sighed “That’s plenty of time.” Mark said, turning around and walking away from him.
Head bent over the toilet bowl, Moon threw up. Her stomach emptied and the more she hurled the more her throat burned. Mark returned with a glass of water, he kneeled down next to her and rubbed her back. “Any better?” he asked as she looked at him “Water.” she told him. Mark handed her the glass and she chugged the whole thing down in one go. Handing him the glass back she stood up. “Do you have a spare toothbrush?” She asked flushing the toilet “Yeah, here” he handed her the new brush from the cupboard. Moon started brushing her teeth and Mark left the toilet giving her privacy.
“I made some hangover soup,”  Mark said as Moon walked into the kitchen. “Can I get something for a headache? I feel like someone is hammering my head” Moon said clutching her head “Yeah, here you go” he said handing her a glass of water and two pills “Thanks” she said popping the pills “So, what happened? All I remember is drinking water which happened to be drugged. After that, it’s like I blacked out. And what happened to my head?” she asked, touching the bandage on her temple. Mark was internally relieved that she didn’t remember anything. He really didn’t want to talk about the kiss “When I got there, you were totally wasted and were being dragged out by Andre. Thankfully we got to you in time. JB took care of Andre, while I got you out.” Mark said “Wait. I was wasted, please tell me I didn’t say anything stupid” she asked “You were just a giggly mess. Drunk you is like a 3 year old kid with candy” he laughed, handing her the bowl of soup. “Oh. how’d you get me out without anyone noticing? And what about my parents?” she asked taking a spoonful of the soup “Well, I strangled you until you passed out and then took you out” he shrugged. Moon’s mouth went wide open as she dropped her spoon in the bowl. Mark laughed at her expression before continuing “You have pressure points in your neck, I pressed on it and you were out cold. I made a little cut on your head, made your coach think you fell and hit your head. Voila perfect escape plan. Although I am really sorry about your head” “Nah, it’s cool, it’s better than being seen drunk. Especially since i’m a minor and it was an important day” she casually waved him off. Mark and Moon went over the plan one more time, before he dropped her back at home. “Wanna come inside, I’m sure they’ll wanna see you” Moon said unbuckling her seat belt “Yeah sure, let’s just get it over with” he said exiting the car with her.
The following week became a living hell for Moon. She lost her scholarship and her coach referred her to the school psychologist. After a few sessions, it was concluded that Moon was mentally unstable and should avoid extra curricular until she was better. Moon knew very well that she was mentally disturbed and knew exactly why, but her coping mechanism was different and she hated talking about her problems. So to avoid confrontation, she did everything she was told by the psychologist. The problem got bigger and bigger and Moon decided it would be better to just drop college altogether. After graduating from high school, Moon became interested in online games and started developing love for computers. Starting with freelancing she built up her skills with time and forgot about her highschool life and dreams.
End Of Flashback
By the time Moon finished explaining, the pizza was cooked and now the three sat there in silence and ate the pizza. “Did you really hate us that much to not bring up such a big thing?” Moons mother asked “At first I felt it wasn’t important and I just wanted to forget it, so I avoided talking about it. After the sports day, I wanted to tell you but I needed some time to accept it. Then the whole thing with the psychologist took place and when I tried to talk to you about it, I knew it was too late, Andre was gone and I couldn’t really do anything. You know how I can get, just like dad I too can get hot headed, and when I bought it up things didn’t exactly go as planned so I gave up” Moon casually answered “I’m sorry. We couldn’t be there when you needed us the most and you had to go through that all by yourself” her mom said “Why are you apologizing? You did nothing wrong” Moon said “I was hard on you sometimes. I couldn't protect you like I should’ve” “You did more than you could, I’ll always be thankful for that.” she said tightly hugging the older lady. “This must be really awkward for you. First time meeting your girlfriend's parents and all you get is drama” her mom said looking at Chan “Girlfriend?” Moon questioned “He did say he was your boyfriend” “I was planning to tell you after some time, we just started going out” Moon blushed “It’s completely alright ma’am. I was somewhat aware of Moon’s relation with her father, so you don’t have to worry about that.” he smiled politely.
“Thank you so much for having me ma’am. It was really nice to meet you. You’re an amazing chef. Thank you once again, I really enjoyed your company.” Chan said as the two were now getting ready to leave. “Oh you flatter me Chris. It was amazing to meet you too. And please, don’t call me ma’am, just call my Aunt” her mother said patting his back “Thank you” he smiled shyly, his ears turning red. “Bye mom” Moon said, hugging mom one last time for the day. “Bye sweetheart, visit again soon” her mother said “I will, ba-bye” she said waving at her, getting inside the car
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The next morning Moon woke up earlier than expected. Finishing her morning routine, she went downstairs to the kitchen to whip something up for herself. Entering the kitchen, she was met with Bree and El preparing breakfast. “What’s for breakfast today?” she asked the older girls “Toast and egg. You want orange juice or mango?” Bree answered “Mango” she smiled, getting herself a glass of water “Hey guys” an unfamiliar yet recognizable voice spoke “NAY!!” Moon shouted turning around “SUNNY” Nay said with the same enthusiasm and  embraced Moon tightly “What are you doing here?” Moon asked as the two pulled apart “I should be asking you. No contact for a year and you’re in a gang.” Nay said “Yeah, long story” Moon smiled sheepishly “Your dad?” she raised a brow “Something along the lines yeah. What about you?” Moon questioned “Well you know my hoe-ish tendencies. Gotta sell my drugs somehow” she shrugged “Why am I not surprised” Moon laughed “Because you know me so well” Nay said swinging her arm around Moon’s shoulder “You girls seem close” Bree said “Been besties since high school” Nay replied “Speaking of highschool. How’s Madzi, what’s she been upto lately?” Moon asked, the two girls taking a seat on the bar stool near the counter top “Oh you don’t know?” Nay said “Oh no, I don’t like that tone. What’s going on?” Moon said “Well, it’s a long story. She was in a relationship an-” Nay started “Woah, I’m gonna stop you right there, was it an abusive relationship. Tell me where she is, I swear to God I’m about to kill someone” Moon cut her off “Slow down tiger. I like how you’re so feisty yet the tiniest of us three. Where do you store all that anger” Nay said, causing Bree and El to laugh “Ha ha, but for real, you know how I get protective over her, she’s the youngest amongst us” “Yeah yeah I know. Anywho. She was in a committed and happy relationship, but her parents found out.  Being homophobic, they were completely against their daughter being in a relationship with a woman. Things did not end well. She was forced to marry someone and break up with Didi. A month into her marriage, she found out that her husband is in a gang. And the last time I talked to her she didn’t sound really good” Nay explained “Didi from computer class? The cute shawty.” Moon asked “Yeah her. They made such a cute couple” “Literally everyone knew the two were whipped for each other, but neither of them said anything” “They were meant to be. The two met in a nightclub a few months after highschool. Both were drunk, guess it was the perfect opportunity.” Nay told “Can’t we do something about it? I mean you’re probably involved with more than one gang, maybe team up and get her out” Moon said “I checked. But her Gang has very strong alliances, so we can’t do anything” “Well, let’s just hope the universe has mercy on her” “Yeah well, there's not much we can do anyway” “So you tell. How’d you get into the whole drug business?” Moon asked “Well, Madzi, Didi and I started it about two years ago. We wanted to ask you but you were having issues of your own with your father, so we thought best to give you space. We didn’t think we’d succeed but damn was it fun once we got there. Didi and I are still in the business, Madzi however, well I just told you” Nay answered “What did you guys call yourselves?” “Stonewhores” she grinned “I- I’m not even gonna ask” moon said making her laugh “Alright girls breakfast is ready. Moon, go upstairs and get everyone”  Bree told “Yep” the younger girl replied and went up the stairs Knocking on everyone's door she did as she was told. “Hey, Min have you seen Innie? He’s not in his room” Moon asked Seungmin “I think he went to Channie’s office.” he replied “Oh okay, I’ll check, thanks” she smiled at him walking towards Chan’s office She knocked twice, waiting for someone to open the door “It’s open” Chan called from the inside. She opened the door and stepped inside. Chan and Jeongin seemed to be in the middle of some serious discussion. “Am I interrupting something?” she asked looking at their serious expressions. “No, it’s okay, we’re done. What brings you here?” Jeongin asked “Oh, Bree’s calling everyone downstairs for breakfast,” Moon said. Jeongin moved closer to Chan and hugged him “Thank you.” he said pulling away “I trust you, Don’t let me down” he said patting his back “I won’t” he said walking out of the office “What was that about?” Moon asked confused, looking at Jeongin’s disappearing figure. “He came to tell me about Him and Anessa. He said they like like each other and want to go out, came to ask for my permission” Chan answered “That’s so sweet and cute of him. You know he looks up to you a lot” Moon replied “Yeah I know. He’s a good kid, that’s why I didn’t object” Chan said, the two walking out of his office. “It’s cute, he even asked me to talk to Felix” Chan chuckled “What for?” “Seungmin and Liv also have a thing for each other, but they’re both afraid to tell Felix because of what happened when El and Woojin started going out. It’s like Romeo and Juliet” Chan answered “I don’t think so, in my defense Romeo and Juliet were dumb and dumber” “It’s a classical romance novel, what even woman” “I think if Seungmin ever came across liv’s unconscious figure, lying next to sleeping pills, his first instinct would be to try to wake her up or take her to the infirmary, not take the pills and kill himself. Whereas Romeo was a dumbass who thought that Juliet was dead, he didn’t even try to wake her up, just straight up took the poison and comitted suicide.” “I never knew you were into reading classical romance” he teased her “Oh please, it was compulsory in high school. I’m more into violent, gore, kinky, bloody kind of shit” “Kinky you say” “From the whole list, that’s what you picked up?” “I only hear what I wanna hear” he laughed As the two reached the kitchen Moon grimaced when she saw Hyunjin slap Nay’s ass. “Get your dirty hands off my baby” Moon said slapping Hyunjins back “What’s your problem?” he said “You just harassed my best friend, I’m not gonna stand here and watch” “Uhh babe, he didn’t harass me” Nay said “WHAT!?!?! Him? Seriously of all people, why him? Girl you could do so much better than him” Moon made a disgusted face “Well I’m offended” Hyunjin said overdramatically “Oh boi, she’s the best” Han laughed “What’s wrong with him?” Nay asked “Everything” Moon replied, everyone now seated on the dining table “But he has a nice dick and he knows how to use it” Nay shrugged “Ewww Nay, I’m eating” Moon pretended to throw up. Everyone just watching the two with amused expressions “I’m sure he’d be delighted to show you” Nay smirked “No thank you, I’d rather get stabbed by him again” Moon said “I can stab you with my  dick” Hyunjin chirped “Oh boi, bad move” El whistled “Why?” Hyunjin asked “Her boyfriend does not seem happy” Woojin said looking at Chan who had an unreadable expression “You do that and I chop it off” Chan said “Wait what? When did you two happen” Felix asked “Yesterday” Bree answered “Who confessed?” Han asked “Chan made the first move” Moon replied “Yess. Hwang, pay up.” Hyunjin grumbled and took out a $50 note from his wallet and handed it to Han “Come to papa” Han said kissing the note “You guys were betting on us?” Moon exclaimed “Only about who was gonna confess first” Han shrugged “Well, nobody confessed, which means both of you lost. So thank you very much for the money” Moon said reaching forward and took the money from his hand “But-” Han pouted “Too bad for you” Minho laughed “So Moon, How was your visit to your parents house” Liv said changing the topic “Oh it was great” she replied “Your mom and sister must’ve been happy to see you” Anna chirped “Well my sister was out of country so I couldn’t see her, but I met my mom and it was amazing” Moon smiled “When is she returning, I’ll take you to visit her” Chan said “Last night. Can we go this afternoon” Moon replied “I have some work this afternoon. You can take my car, but if you want to go with me, we can go tomorrow” Chan said “Oh it’s okay, I can go by myself” she replied “You sure?” “Yeah”
Moon rang the bell about three times but there was no answer. It was 4:00 in the evening and a Sunday so she couldn’t be at work. Not wanting to wait anymore she took out the spare key she always kept with her and unlocked the door. “I’m coming, I’m coming” her sister called out when Moon walked inside her apartment “Sis!!” her sister ran towards Moon and hugged her tight “What the pleasant surprise, and I see you still have the key” she giggled “And I see you still haven’t given up on your habit of sleeping around” Moon said taking in her appearance “C’mon sis, stop being such a party pooper” she said walking into the kitchen “Mavis. You know I don���t have any problem with the way you live your life, but please, this isn’t exactly safe. There are so many dangers, what if someone creepy takes advantage of you while drunk, or what about an STD. you have to be careful” Moon sighed “Sis, I understand your concern but don’t worry, I’ve gotten out of the habit of sleeping around with anyone. It’s just one person now. And no strings attached” “Well that’s good to hear, and I hope you use protection, because God knows where he’s been” Moon said “He too only sleeps with me, and yes, we do use protection if that’s what your worried about” Mavis said “Babe, should we order takeout?” a voice called out “He’s still here?” Moon asked “You’re the one who came unannounced” Mavis shrugged “Babe, I aske-” he stopped mid sentence when he saw Moon “YOU!?!” Moon’s eyes went wide wide
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Before Now - chapter 19
In this chapter ... Shawn’s sick and on vocal rest and not supposed to be in Skylar’s hotel room. 
Warnings: None
Word Count: 3.4k 
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Shawn starts stirring in the bed after only ten minutes. The movement catches my attention, and I watch him wake up slowly. He spots the candle first before looking around the room and noticing me. “Hey,” He mumbles, but his voice is raspy.
“How are you feeling?” I ask, watching him carefully.
“Shitty.” He responds, keeping his answer short.  
“What hurts?” I ask, moving across the room to retrieve the cup of tea I had bought for him.
He points to his throat silently, and I realize that he’s probably not supposed to talk. I offer him the tea, and he takes it. He doesn’t ask what it is, and I don’t think it needs an explanation. He takes a sip, wincing a bit, and I guess it must hurt him to swallow.
“Are you on vocal rest?” I ask, and he just nods.  
Shawn continues drinking the tea, and a few seconds of silence pass between us. I grab the other cup of tea and climb onto the bed next to Shawn. Pulling my knees to my chest, facing him as I take a sip of the tea. I have so many questions, but I feel like I can’t ask them because he’s not allowed to talk.
So instead of asking anything, I sit there in silence, sipping my tea as Shawn does the same on the other side of the bed. I have all the time to think since we can’t exactly talk. The most pressing question on my mind is why is he here? Why did he come to my hotel room, and why did he stay even when I wasn’t even here? I know that he didn’t want to talk to anyone, at least that’s what Zubin and Josiah made it seem like. And I know that no one was really supposed to be talking or communicating with him as evidenced by his missing name on the list of hotel room numbers, meaning that we weren’t even supposed to know what room he was staying in. I don’t think that anyone would have bothered him, but I guess Andrew didn’t want to even take that chance. Or maybe Shawn didn’t. I’m not sure and I can’t exactly ask. The questions inside keep bubbling to the surface, but I don’t ask them. Finally, after about a minute, I can’t take it any longer. I retrieve my phone from the chair and open up the notes app. I hand the phone to Shawn, and he looks at the empty note before looking up at me expectantly. I don’t have to explain for him to understand.
“Why’d you come here?” I ask the question I have been wondering about since I discovered him here in my hotel room instead of his.
He immediately stares down at the phone, but he doesn’t start typing right away. He looks exhausted instead of just sleepy all of a sudden. I almost take the question back, feeling like it wasn’t appropriate to ask and wondering if it sounded accusatory. But his fingers start moving before I can say anything else. He stops typing and pauses before finally turning the phone, so I can see what he wrote. I didn’t want to be alone. I read the words, absorbing them, and I can feel his gaze on me. He’s watching for my reaction.
I can feel the vulnerability in that sentence, and I know the feeling. It’s why I showed up at his hotel room in the middle of the night the last time we stayed at a hotel.
“I went out to get some things for you.” I say, suddenly remembering the bag with the teddy bear in it and using it as an excuse to change the subject. The teddy bear is a miniature version of one Shawn used to have when we were kids. It was his teddy bear, but he’d always let me cuddle with it whenever I was over. I loved that teddy bear, and he never let on that he cared about it, but he also kept that teddy bear even when he was “too old” to have any other stuffed animals.
Retrieving the tiny bear, I present it to him. He smiles a genuine smile, and I can’t ignore the way that seeing him like that made my heart jump in my chest. “I didn’t want you to be alone either.” I admit. “I tried to go to your room, but I didn’t know your room number.”
He nods, his way of responding since he can’t say anything. He takes the teddy bear, gently squeezing it in his hand and holding it close to his chest. The way he’s looking at me, I know he wants to say something, but he doesn’t. He’s not supposed to talk, and typing isn’t an ideal way to have a conversation.
His eyes drop back to my phone, and he starts typing again. I wait patiently for him to finish and show me. Sorry I came. I know I shouldn’t have, but I can’t stop thinking about the canceled show, and how many people I disappointed, and I just couldn’t stay in my hotel room any longer.  
“It’s okay. I’m glad you came.” I respond, honestly. I know I’ve been telling Shawn to stay away from me and to keep everything professional, but deep in my heart, I never truly meant it.  Ever since I joined Shawn on tour, he’s been reaching out, trying to help me, but I’ve been pushing him away. It’s easier for me to push away someone trying to help me, but he’s the one that needs me now, and I know that I won’t push him away.
“Shawn, you’re human. You get sick. It happens, and it isn’t your fault.” I try encouraging him, but the look on his face tells me that he doesn’t believe what I’m saying, so I try again. Even though he’s not saying anything, I can already guess that his thoughts are spiraling. He’s thinking of everything he should have done to avoid getting sick. He’s thinking that people are upset with him, and that he let people down. “Hey, Shawn. Listen to me.” I say firmly in an attempt to interrupt his thoughts. “That’s not important right now.”
I put my cup down on the nightstand before taking Shawn’s cup and my phone from him, placing both items on the nightstand as well. I blow out the candle, just in case.
He sits still, watching me as I move the pillows then lean against them before reaching out to him. He responds to my body language, lying down next to me, allowing me to wrap my arm around him. His side presses against mine. This is the most physical contact that we’ve had in a long time, but I try not to think about that. Despite being much taller than me, he fits in the space next to me perfectly. “Stop. Just try to stop thinking.” I say, keeping my voice low. “Rest, okay. That’s what you need right now.”
He nods, and I run my fingers through his curls, gently massaging his scalp in a way that used to make him relax and fall asleep almost instantly. I pray it still has the same effect on him. Despite the time that has passed since we were so close, he’s still so familiar to me.
“Ky?” He questions after a few minutes of silence. I thought he was falling asleep, but I guess not.
My fingers freeze, still lingering in his hair. “Shawn, you’re not supposed to talk,” I say with a sigh.  
He scoots away from me just enough to prop himself up on his elbow so that he can see my face. “I’m sorry.” He says. But his tone doesn’t sound like he’s apologizing for accidentally talking when he shouldn’t have.
However, since I can’t think of anything else Shawn would be apologizing for in this moment, I just say, “Okay, go to sleep.” I move to make more room for him to lie back down, but he doesn’t.
“No, I have to say this now or I might not get the chance.” His voice is so raspy, and I’m scared he’s about to ruin it if he continues talking.  
“Shawn, don’t.” I say, mostly worried about his voice since I have no idea what he’s trying to say. For as long as I’ve known Shawn, I’ve always known him to take himself and his career very seriously. I know he’s been on vocal rest at least a couple of times before, and during those times, I had never heard him utter a single word. His voice is his career, and he knows that.
“I’m sorry for not being there for you when we dated. I’m sorry for hurting you. I really wanted us to work out.” He admits, sounding so broken and sad.
“Shawn, that was a long time ago,” I respond.  
“But we never talked about it. You rarely ever came home after that. And we never talked about us.” He whispers so forcefully it catches me off guard.
I honestly had no idea that Shawn even cared. I always just assumed he was too busy dating models and beautiful girls to even have any thoughts about us ending. Especially because there were so many pictures in the press of him with other girls after we were over.
“How about we talk about this later, yeah?” I suggest, knowing he’s still not feeling well and wanting him to rest. Shawn has always been very thoughtful, and he can get into his head sometimes, which is how I know that he will stay awake thinking and deliberating and replaying any moment in his head, unless I can get him to stop and just rest.
“You’ll talk to me?” He asks, and I realize that my attempt to keep myself safe from getting hurt again has been hurting Shawn this entire time.
“Yeah, S. When you’re feeling better, we’ll talk.” I respond, using my nickname for him. The one I haven’t used since we broke up. The expression on his face changes slightly and briefly, but I know that he noticed that I called him S, not Shawn. Just like how I notice every time he calls me Ky instead of Skylar.
Shawn nods and scoots closer to me, cuddling into my side again. I close my eyes, relaxing against him, and resume threading my fingers through his curls. After five more minutes, his breathing evens out, and I’m grateful he’s not stressed or upset, even if only for a little while as he sleeps. I refuse to move, not wanting to risk waking him, so after a while of staring at the ceiling and trying to sort through what happened today, I finally fall asleep too.
I wake up to an incessant buzzing sound. It’s coming from somewhere on the bed, although I don’t know where. The hotel room is nearly dark, signaling that the sun has set outside. Shawn is still asleep next to me. I decide that whoever is on the other side of the phone can wait because Shawn looks so peaceful.  
I’m trying to fall back asleep when I hear the buzzing again. When the phone starts buzzing a third time, I finally move to search for it. Shawn starts waking up as soon as I move away from him, but I continue on the search under pillows and blankets for Shawn’s incessantly buzzing phone. When I finally locate it, Shawn’s completely awake and looking around confused, although he doesn’t say anything. I see that Andrew’s name is lighting up the screen, and I offer it to him, “Andrew is calling.”
He takes it from me but doesn’t attempt to answer and it goes to voicemail.
“Aren’t you going to text him?” I ask before adding, “He called like three times.”
Shawn just shakes his head, sitting up only to wrap and arm around me, pulling me back down next to him.
“Shawn, what are you doing?” I ask, now lying beside him.
He doesn’t speak, just pulls me closer, resting his chin against the top of my head. As much as I know I should figure out what Andrew wanted or at least let him know that Shawn’s okay, the feeling of his arms around me feels too comforting for me to give up right now.
I don’t say anything else, and Shawn falls asleep again ten minutes later. After waiting for a while to make sure he’s sleeping deeply, I carefully maneuver out of his arms. This time, I make it without waking him, and I sigh in relief. Retrieving my phone off the night stand, I open my messages and create a text to Andrew. Just thought you should know Shawn’s okay. He’s sleeping in my hotel room.
Andrew replies within seconds. Have him text me when he wakes up. I let Andrew know that I will and then grab my phone, wallet and room key before venturing off to a café I remember seeing earlier today. Shawn has been only sleeping in short bursts, so I want to grab some food before he wakes again.
He’s awake and on his phone when I enter the hotel room with the bag of food. When he sees me, he sits up.
“Hey, I bought dinner.” I say, holding up the bag of food as an explanation for why I left while he was asleep.
“I got you chicken soup. It probably won’t be as good as your moms, but it’s the best I could do.” I say with a shrug, pulling the bowl out and handing it to Shawn. He’s typing on his phone, but then he looks up and grabs the food as my phone buzzes in my pocket. I pull it out to see a text from Shawn: Thank you.
“You’re welcome.” I say, handing him a spoon. He barely eats half of his soup before pushing it away and lying back down on the bed. Even though he slept most of the afternoon away, I can tell he clearly still doesn’t feel well.
I’m eating my sandwich in silence when a loud knock on the door interrupts my thoughts. I slide off the bed and pad over to the door, sandwich still in hand.
“What’s going on here?” Andrew asks, his voice sharp and accusatory, and I can’t help but shrink back.
“Nothing,” I try answering.
“Shawn was supposed to meet with his doctor two hours ago, but we couldn’t find him. He waited around a while, but he had to go. He’s finally on his way back now to check on Shawn.” Andrew says.
“I’m sorry, I didn’t – I didn’t know.” I respond. I knew that Andrew never really liked me, but he’s never been so openly angry at me.
“It’s not her fault.” Shawn speaks up from behind me.
“You aren’t supposed to be talking.” Andrew responds, his finger pointed at Shawn. “Skylar, please go wait outside.” Andrew says, and Shawn shakes his head no, and reaches for my arm, but Andrew is standing between us now. I don’t want to risk arguing or making anything worse, so I step outside, and sit down in the hallway.
I can only hear the sound of Andrew’s voice, although I can’t make out what he’s saying. I know Shawn isn’t even supposed to be talking, so I’m pretty sure the conversation is one sided. After a few minutes, a guy who’s clearly a doctor comes walking down the hotel hallway toward me. He stops at the door, glancing down at me, “Hello.” He says, before knocking.
“Hi.” I whisper back as the door opens.
“Hi Dr. Diaz, come in.” Andrew says, sounding friendly, a huge contrast from how he spoke to us not long ago. “Again, I’m so sorry about earlier, but thank you for coming back.” I hear him say before the door closes behind them, leaving me alone in the hallway again.
I stare at my hands, wondering just how bad this is going to be. I know that Andrew has the power to fire me. I know that he didn’t want to hire me in the first place, but I didn’t mean to do anything wrong.
The door opens again, jerking me from my thoughts, and Andrew steps out. He leaves the door open a tiny bit so that we don’t get locked out, and he pulls out a hotel key card. “Here is the key to Shawn’s hotel room. It’s room 1538. You’ll stay there tonight.” I must look confused, because he says. “Shawn needs rest, not a distraction.” I swallow hard to keep my emotions at bay.
Standing up, I finally say, “I need to get my stuff.”
“Do it quickly. You have two minutes.” He responds, his face practically expressionless.
I nod, and he opens the door, letting me slip inside. When I walk inside, Shawn’s eyes are closed, and the doctor is basically looking down his throat. I gather the things I need in less than a minute. I want to say goodbye to Shawn, but he still hasn’t opened his eyes and I don’t want to get yelled at by Andrew, so I just slip out.
I make my way up to Shawn’s room and enter using the key card that Andrew gave me. Shawn’s backpack is on the floor, the only sign that Shawn was ever here at all. The bed is still perfectly made and everything else it the room seems untouched.
By now it’s nearly nine at night, so I pull out my laptop to get some editing done, but I’m too distracted by my thoughts to make much progress. My phone buzzes. It’s a text from Shawn. Where did you go?
Andrew told me to stay in your room tonight. I type the response and then hit send.
Another message comes in less than thirty seconds later 😔Come back
I can’t. Andrew said you need rest. I respond, before turning my attention back to my screen. I check my phone a few minutes later, but there’s no response from Shawn. I realize he’s probably not going to respond, and it’s best if he just goes to sleep. Suddenly, I hear a knock at my door. My first thought is that it’s probably Andrew coming to yell at me or something, but I also wonder if maybe it’s Shawn. I push that thought away as I walk toward the door, knowing he’s sick, so he’s probably not leaving my room.
When I look through the peephole, I see a very tired, slightly grumpy looking Shawn standing there. I pull open the door, not bothering to hide my relief over the fact that he’s not Andrew trying to yell at me.
“What are you doing here?” I question, but Shawn just enters the room instead of responding. “You’re not supposed to be here.” I say, stating the obvious, but again, Shawn doesn’t reply, and I can’t exactly get angry at him, knowing that he’s on vocal rest, and truthfully, he looks so cute, and I wanted to see him more than I even realized before he showed up.
He simply grabs his toothbrush from his backpack and disappears into the bathroom. I sit back down and continue working. Shawn still doesn’t say anything when he returns from the bathroom, and a part of me knows that I should probably go back to my room, leaving Shawn here to rest alone, but I don’t leave because the truth is I don’t want to.
When he comes back into the room, he walks over to me, gazing over my shoulder at the video I’m editing. “I thought maybe you could post something since you’re weren’t able to play the show tonight.” I explain.
He nods his approval, but then picks up my laptop and moves it to the bed, before returning and taking my hand, gently pulling me toward the bed too. I don’t argue, standing up and following him to the bed. I sit down, pulling my laptop onto my lap as Shawn curls up beside me, falling asleep almost immediately. I finish editing, sending the video to Andrew, before letting myself go to bed as well.
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Just one more chapter until this series is officially completed! Please let me know your thoughts and feedback. I always appreciate reading comments! 
Chapter 20
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statticscribbles · 4 years ago
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Appendix
Summary: Archie/Sweet Pea Request: Sweet Pea stays at the Andrew’s house waking up feeling sick so Archie takes care of him along with Fred, who notices it seems to be his appendix, cue them rushing to the hospital; and cute boyfriend fluff please.
Archie’s not a light sleeper so when he can hear Sweet Pea vomiting he knows something is wrong. Still he doesn’t wake his dad, just hovering behind Sweet Pea till he finishes puking. “What’s wrong?” “Hurts.” He hisses through grit teeth. “Where?” “Side stomach. It’s fine probably-“ Sweet Pea doesn’t finish stumbling and crashing into the wall as Archie helps him back to bed. They can hear Fred moving around and it’s not long before he appears in the doorway. “You two decent.” “Yeah, Sweet Pea puked and-“ They both cringe when the light flicks on however Archie gapes at Sweet Pea. “Christ you look gray, you sure it’s not food poisoning?” “Unless I got the only undercooked slices of pizza.” He shrugs a little and Fred watches him. “We should get you down stairs.”
“Why?” Sweet Pea questions and Fred crouches down, nudging his side, Sweet Pea hisses in pain. “Did it hurt more when I pressed or when I let go?” “Let go.” “Downstairs is a good idea.” “Why?” “Good news it’s not food poisoning; bad news, it seems like it’s your appendix.” “You know all that cause you jabbed my side?” Sweet Pea leans half over the stair railing as Archie walks down with him. “That and the fact you’re going from gray tinted to green to white with every movement.” “It’s fine, just probably-“ Sweet Pea bite on his hand when Fred once again jabs his side. “Appendix, we should go to the ER.” “No I can-“ “You can die is what you can do if it’s not fixed. Right dad?” Archie looks worriedly and Fred nods.
“It wouldn’t be- Archie! Put Sweet Pea down!” Fred follows him out to the truck where Archie’s awkwardly trying to climb into the cab while still holding Sweet Pea. “Archie, calm down. We’re about a ten minute drive.” “I know.” Fred sighs at the tremor in Archie’s voice. “Arch; hey he’s gonna be fine, the worst he’s gonna have is a scar and two weeks worth of you doing everything for him; which he already has to put up with; look he’s asleep; it’s fine.” ‘What if he passed out! Dad what if-“ “You worrying isn’t going to help him.” “But-“ ‘the longer you talk the longer he waits.” Archie quiets immediately and the ride to the hospital is silent aside from Sweet Pea trying to convince Fred to take him back home. “I can just walk back from the hospital.” “You can barely walk without me holding onto you.”
“Maybe I just want you to think that.” Sweet Pea winks before stumbling as Archie catches him and pulls him back up. “I might’ve lied just now.” “You think?” Archie glares as Fred checks him in and then the nurses coral Sweet Pea onto a stretcher. “Any Allergies? Dietary restrictions?” “Penicillin and none.” “Alright, we’re going to do an ultrasound just to check if we can see anything, sometimes it’s not your appendix but an ulcer that flared up. But we’ll take you back now.” “So I’m gonna die right?”
“What?” Archie jerks from the seat he’d taken. Fred glares at Sweet Pea who nods. “Anytime you go straight back in the ER its cause you’re gonna die.” “Don’t say that.” Fred glares as Archie looks more distressed. “Sorry, I’m gonna be fine Arch; I bet I’ll be back in five minutes.” -Archie lasts twenty minutes after that before he starts pacing and Fred sends him down to the canteen to get them both coffee. Archie doesn’t drink his and Fred pries the cup from his shaking hands. “It’ll be fine, just rest, it won’t help him if you’re exhausted.” Archie shrugs but nods leaning against his dads shoulder. “Thank you.” “For what?” “Being here.” “Well I’m not leaving my son or his boyfriend alone to deal with this, god knows you don’t even know how to wrap your own hands for boxing half the time.” “I’m not ambidextrous, I can’t get them even.” Fred nods smirking. “Of course, nothing to do with Sweet Pea kissing you when he does it for you.” Archie scoffs turning his face away. “No that’s ridiculous.” Fred shakes his head sighing as he closes his eyes to rest.
“Dad, dad!” He cracks one eye open to see Archie peering at him. “What’s happened?” “Nothing it’s just been a full hour and no one’s said anything.” “You can go ask you know.” Archie nods and Fred sighs, pulling Archie back to sit down when he notices how shaky he is. It’s three more hours before anyone moves towards them and Fred keeps his hand on Archie’s shoulder to prevent him from body slamming the doctor out of the way.
Sweet Pea looks surprisingly small and washed out on the hospital bed, he’s half awake; trying to focus on the shapes. “I got stabbed. So many times.” He half mumbles and Archie, who Fred didn’t even see move is sitting next to him. “No you just got your appendix out.” “Surgery is stabbing just legal.” He nods seriously and Archie turns away to laugh. “So he should be good to go once he wakes up more you can sign his discharge papers and-“ “THEY SHAVED ME.” Sweet Pea looks up distressed to the nurses and the Andrews who seem shocked at his shouting; in reality they’re trying not to laugh once more. “I mean they did have to do surgery; it was probably cleaner overall.” Fred offers and Sweet Pea nods yawning.
“Alright I finished signing everything and called FP to let him know so he’s going to come settle up.” “Settle up?” “The Serpent’s have a medical fund; it’s normally not needed since they don’t get into many serious fights, but they all usually try to donate a bit in case.” Archie nods about to pick Sweet Pea up but the nurse pulls him back. “Hospital policy, wheelchair until he gets into the car or off the property.” “Oh sorry.” “It’s no problem.” She smiles offering the handles to Archie. “Back home then?” He questions and Fred nods. “I’ll have to pick up his prescription in a few hours; so you’ll be on nurse duty.” He nods sternly in response watching Sweet Pea lean into him. “I’ll be gone maybe an hour depending on wait times he should just sleep.” Fred leaves once he helps Archie move Sweet Pea onto the couch. “Is he gone?” Archie turns and Sweet Pea smirks.
“Were you awake the entire time.” “Sorta, lotsa drugs, lots of ‘em.” “Are you hungry at all?” Sweet Pea blinks nodding slowly. “What’s wrong.” “Food sounds good but also thirsty.” “You know you can have water and food right? It’s not one or the other.” Archie laughs pushing a glass of water towards him while he moves to the kitchen. “What do you want to eat, I don’t know if you’re allowed to eat everything you normally do. I think you can?” “Food.” “Wow so helpful.” Archie snorts.
“I love youuuuu.” “I know Sweets.” “No you don’t understand!!!” Archie peers in from the kitchen watching Sweet Pea trying to sit up. “Do you need help?” “No! You don’t love me!” “When did I say that?” Archie watches as Sweet Pea sighs managing to sit up slightly. He hisses and Archie appears next to him. “I’m fine christ.” “You just had major surgery!!” “It was my appendix.”
“Exactly!! It’s major surgery, if you don’t get it removed you can die!!!” “From infection, not the actual-“ “Harry Houdini” “Infection!!! Not cause of the appendix so-“
“Eat.” Archie glares in place of arguing and Sweet Pea beams. “Thank you babe.” “You’re welcome, love.” Archie watches as Sweet Pea gasps at him trying to lurch forward but cringing and laying back on the couch. “Come herreeeee I wanna hug you! And cuddle! I’m dying so you have to do what I say.”
“First off, no I’ll be laying on your stitches; and second you’re not dying you’re like four hours too late to milk that.” Sweet Pea huffs crossing his arms. “What’s wrong, are you really that upset?” “Yes.” Sweet Pea glares at him and Archie sighs. “Okay what can I do to make it up to you then?”
“Cuddle me!” He nods narrowing his eyes and Archie nudges him. “There, here we can cuddle this way, I just don’t want to bump your stitches.” Sweet Pea nods, and Archie can tell he’s relaxed, half asleep. “Nurse Archie;” Sweet Pea pauses to laugh for a moment and Archie nods waiting for him to continue. “Will I ever walk again.” He mocks in a southern accent. “You had your appendix out, nothing to do with your legs. Why?” “I have to piss.” He half sits up and Archie move to help him stand. “I’m just walking you to the bathroom okay.” “Nothing you haven’t seen before.” He wink and Archie pinks slightly. Archie’s hovering by the door when he can hear Sweet pea stumbling and hitting what he hopes is the wall.
“Sweets?” The door swings open Sweet Pea half holding his pants and boxers up. “Look at this shit! They shaved me!!! What the fuck!!!” “Glad to see the pain meds wore off then.” Sweet Pea back up slightly into the bathroom closing the door and letting his head thump against the door. Fred waves the bag and they can hear pills rattling. “I have more pain meds if you want.” “It wasn’t what you think I swear-“ Archie starts and Fred laughs.
“He’s very bothered by being shaved.” “They did it while I was asleep!! There’s no telling what else they did!” He shouts through the bathroom door. “So he doesn’t  know about the tattoo then?” Fred jokes and Sweet Pea stumbles out of the door. “The what? Oh; you were joking.” He sighs in relief and Fred nods.
“Back to the couch, you can’t be up so much after having just spent hours lying down.” Sweet Pea nods grumbling under his breathe as he settles back into the couch. “Archieeeee” he whines and Fred nods to him. “Go on; I’m not going to listen to your boyfriend whining all day for you to cuddle him.”
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brianc521 · 5 years ago
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Stressed | Nap Date 4
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He’s stressed. That’s the only thing she can see from her side of the facetime call. Shawn’s stressed. Shawn’s stressed because not only is he supposed to be on break from tour but now he’s being told he needs to make a music video for a song he recorded long before he met Ember. He’s stressed because he didn’t think the song was gonna get released, and because of that he’s stressed because he’s yet to play it for Ember. 
Most importantly, he’s stressed because he’s been trying to plan a trip back to her for his break, that way he can see her at some point. Not just leave her hanging like a bad boyfriend does. 
“No that doesn’t work.” He tugs at his long curls that are dying for a haircut. “I have a stupid rehearsal for the video. I don’t want to do it. I don’t even want to do it.” He beats himself up. "And I can’t do dinner because I’ve got to go to the studio to rerecord the chorus.” 
“It’s okay Shawn.” She shrugs, trying to show him that she understands. She knew it was going to be a long shot for him to be able to visit on his break. He’s working and she understands that. This was a last minute idea that he’s stressing himself to see through.
“No it’s not.” He shakes his head. “I promised I wouldn’t let this happen. I promised I wouldn’t let my work come in between us.” 
“It’s not.” She shakes her head. Gasping a bit at his words. “It’s not coming between us Shawn.” 
“It is! I never see you.” He works himself up even more, and she’s worried that if he keeps going he’ll work himself into panic. “And don’t you dare say that we’re seeing each other right now. Because this doesn’t count. I want to hold you, I want you to tell me about your day while I play with your hair. I want you in front of me, physically.” 
She smiles, taking a few deep breaths, willing him to copy her actions. He does, he always picks up on her silent clues. She’s the best thing that’s ever happened to him, she makes big things feel small and that he can conquer them. 
“I just need to see you. Everything's too much lately, and I can’t function anymore. I feel like I can’t breathe properly, and that my thoughts are crazy, and I just need to hold you.” 
She nods, “Okay. So what day do you have off? Completely?”
“Tomorrow.” He groans, scrubbing a hand across his face, cursing Andrew and Cez for their awful planning. 
She grins, biting her lip, giggling a little before she goes. “All it’d take is one flight. We’d be in the same timezone.” 
Shawn laughs, a small, breathy laugh. He looks up through red glossy eyes and smiles at her. She shrugs in response. “Are you serious?” 
“I got an idea. And I know it sounds crazy oh I just wanna see ya.” She continues.
“Do you got plans tonight?” He asks, reaching for his laptop.
“I’m a couple hundred miles from you, and I was thinking you could fly to my apartment tonight.”
Shawn laughs, hearty this time. Throwing his head back and putting a hand to his chest. “I’ll see you in four hours, be ready.” He grins. 
**
She wakes when her alarm goes off, quickly turning it off, looking over to Shawn to make sure he’s still asleep. She doesn’t know why she’s so worried to wake him, he’s completely dead to the world. Has been since he got home last night. 
He landed at about 11 pm, rushed to her apartment and didn’t say a word other than ‘cuddles’ before picking her up and hauling her to the bedroom where he promptly threw her on the bed and landed on top of her. She swears he was already snoring by the time he fell on her. 
She steps out of the room to call her boss and call out sick. She knows he needs her, and if she’s being honest with herself, she needs the time with him too. He’s not wrong, it does feel like she doesn’t breathe the same when he’s not around. It’s like her heartbeat is a step off, but when he’s in her vicinity its finally in tune. 
Once called out, she goes about her morning by making a cup of coffee and starting on his favorite breakfast. Waffles. 
She takes her time, humming ‘Lost in Japan’ and smiling at the fact that he really caught a flight just to spend the day with her. It’s crazy, completely and totally crazy. She has a hint of guilt, that festers when she thinks about the fact that he has to fly back at 5 in the morning tomorrow. It spiraled when she noticed the bags under his eyes when she traced his features last night after he passed out. 
He’s too thin, and his hair is too long. He’s just tired, and a little unhealthy for her liking, and she just wants to take care of him. So she makes him 6 waffles, herself 2, and has enough batter to make him four more if he asks. 
“What are you doing?” His hoarse voice asks. She jumps at the sound, lost in her thoughts. “Sorry Emi, I didn’t mean to scare you.” He slinks behind her, wrapping his arms around her waist, tugging her back into his body. 
“I’m making you breakfast. Coffee?” She asks looking up at him, head rested on his chest. 
“Tea?” He raises an eyebrow. “I can make it, I’m sorry that was rude.” He turns away from her embrace. 
“No.” She pouts, taking hold of his arm and turning him back to her. He looks at her, bleary eyes blinking slowly down at her. “Go sit.” She pushes him to the table. 
“No I can-”
“No I got it.” She shakes her head.
“Babe I can make it. I don’t need you to-” 
“Shawn Manuel.” She puts her hands on her hips. His lips shut immediately, and he looks at her like he’s being grounded. “I want to take care of you, go sit your cute butt down and let me make you some tea.” 
He smiles softly, nodding and kissing the top of her head before going to sit down like he was told. “I appreciate it honey, but you need to get ready for work.” 
She cringes lightly, knowing he’s not going to like what she has to say. 
“What’s that face?” He raises an eyebrow.
“I called out?” She reaches for her herbal grey. 
“You what?” He sits forward. 
“I called out, so I’m here with you all day.” 
“No call back, you don’t-”
“Shawn.” She turns and looks at him. “Did you really think that I wouldn’t? I mean fuck, you flew all the way here to see me. Did you really think that I would just leave you here? You think that I don’t want to spend time with you too? You think that I don’t miss you like crazy? You think that I’m functioning without you?”
“Hey.” He reaches for her hand, tugging her closer to him. “I’m sorry.” He whispers looking up at her through his somehow perfect lashes. “I just don’t want you risking your career to spend the day here with me.” 
“I’m not. I’m so far ahead it’s not even funny. I’ve got sick time out the ass.” She curls her hand into his hair at the back of his head. 
“Okay.” He nods smiling up at her. “Why are you so hellbent on taking care of me?” He tilts his head to the side. 
“Because you’re thin, and tired, and alone for so long. You need to be spoiled too. You need someone to make you tea, and waffles with chocolate chips and whip cream.” 
His eyes light up when she says that. “You didn’t.” 
“I did.” She points to the massive stack of waffles on his plate. 
“Why so many?” He laughs, standing to grab both plates, setting them on the table turning back for his cup of tea and her cup of coffee.
“Hey! I’m-”
“I’m allowed to spoil you too.” He pulls her chair out, kissing her lips softly before taking the seat next to her. 
**
Shawn ended up eating all six pancakes, and proceeded to politely ask for four more. He’s so full he swears he won’t ever eat again, and every time he says that she rolls her eyes. Currently they’re sprawled across her small couch, laying on each other in what looks to be the most uncomfortable position but finding themselves rather cozy.
His head is on her chest, her fingers in his hair. He sighs in contentment when she kisses the top of his head, pulling him as close as she can.
“Do you want another glass of tea?” She asks softly, as the episode of Grey’s they’re watching goes to a commercial break. 
He looks up with puppy dog eyes, now starting to feel really bad considering this would be glass number three she’s made for him. 
“Don’t give me that look. I told you this morning-” 
“I wanna take care of you too though.” He mumbles, holding her tight so she can’t leave him quite yet. 
“You do.” She traces a finger down his nose. 
He gives her a dead look, not buying her statement. “I haven’t. Not in the way that you take care of me, and I want to so bad. You just don’t let me.”
“Excuse me?” She laughs, standing up and going to the kitchen to make him more tea. “I don’t let you? Says the man that sends me food so I don’t have to make dinner. Or notices that my sweatshirt doesn’t look as cozy as it used to so he sends five of his??” She peeks her head out of the kitchen. 
He doesn’t deny anything, just blushes and looks down into his lap. 
“You take care of me Shawn, you take care of me when you’re not even here. I don’t get to do that. I can’t take care of you unless you are here. So please, would you relax and allow me to make you simple glass of tea?” She asks handing him the cup. He takes a long sip, closing his eyes and groaning when he tastes it.
“You’re tea is always so good.” He whines. “I don’t ever want to drink anyone else’s. Like at my interview yesterday, they offered so I had some. I kid you not I almost spit it out because it was awful.” 
“Shawn!” She laughs, pushing his shoulder playfully. 
“Nothing compares to my Emi.” He looks up at her with a cheeky grin. 
**
The day has been the best day Shawn or Emi’s had in a long time. To be wrapped in each other and not have to worry about anything other than clicking yes to the ‘are you still watching’ pop up on Netflix is so freeing. 
Shawn’s got his head in Emi’s lap as she plays with his hair. He can’t help but feel this overwhelming happiness wash over him every time she laughs along with the show they’re watching. Hearing her happy, knowing she’s happy, makes his heart feel lighter. It’s almost as if it’s his reaction to knowing that the most important thing in his life is content. 
“Feeling any better?” She asks softly, looking down as he shifts to look up at her. 
“Yeah, you always make me feel better.” He answers truthfully.
She blushes, biting her lip as she nods, “Good.” 
“I’m so happy right now, I don’t think it’s possible for me to be happier.” 
“I’m happy too.” She caresses his face. 
And he says it without even realizing it at first. It just floats out of his mouth, “God I love you.” 
Her eyes go wide for a moment, but quickly she grins and giggles, “I love you too.” 
They take a moment to smile at each other, just soaking in the moment. That is until Shawn realizes what’s been said. When he does, he’s sitting up quickly, looking to her with wide eyes and pink cheeks. 
“We’ve never said that before.” 
“No I haven’t.” She shakes her head. “You, my Love, talk in your sleep.”
He nods, but then does another double take towards her. “I what?”
“You talk in your sleep.” She rubs her thumb over his ear, knowing that he subconsciously folds into her when she does that. “You told me you loved me the last time you were home. Just, while you were dreaming.” 
“Why didn’t you tell me that!” He whines, flopping back against the couch.
“Because I didn’t want to rush you. I knew that when you were ready you’d tell me.” She shrugs, crawling closer to him now that he’s flopped away from her. 
“I’m ready.” He nods, looking at her. 
“Baby I know you’re ready, was just waiting.” She sings out, giggling afterward. 
“You just love to change the lyrics to my songs huh?” He lunges forward to tickle her side. She shrieks, pulling away. As he chases after her they go running throughout her apartment. It’s not until Shawn grabs a hold of her waist that his normal clumsiness takes over. His fuzzy socked foot hits the hardwood of the hall and before he knows it he’s taking her and himself down to the ground in a hard thud. 
“Oh Baby.” He worries, reaching for Ember. “Are you okay? Are you hurt?” 
All the while she’s just laughing up a storm, caught up in the emotions and actions to feel any pain. Not that she has any, he totally broke her fall by pulling her on top of him. “I’m okay.” She takes hold of his face. “You’re so clumsy.” 
“That wasn’t my smoothest moment.” He looks away embarrassed. 
“Have you ever been smooth?” She raises an eyebrow at him. 
“Yes!” He protests. “You told me so. On the night we met.”
“Oh yes, Cinderella.” She nods, climbing onto his lap. 
“Who knew Cinderella wore a short blue dress, the tallest heels I’ve ever seen, and ended the night in my boots?” He grins. 
“You remember what I wore that night?” She asks, leaning back in shock.
“Are you kidding? I remember everything about that night.” 
“Like what?” 
“Like how you joked that I was Raul when you first walked up to me and Juniper.” He shrugs. “Or that you had a really important presentation the next day and set an alarm for when you needed to leave, but didn’t get home but 4 hours after your alarm.” 
“And who’s fault was that.” She gives him a pointed look.
“I still have Doris’ note.” He pipes up, eyes sparkling.
“What note?”
“Doris wrote me a note on the back of the receipt from our midnight snack.” He explains while reaching back into his jean pocket, pulling his wallet out. He opens the expensive leather and pulls out a worn flimsy piece of receipt paper. “The order is worn off by now, but her note still stands, clear as day.” 
Ember takes the receipt into her hand and reads the note. “I was really hoping that you wouldn’t break my heart because I knew I was gonna fall in love with you after that night.” 
“I won’t break your heart. I promise.” He says softly, nudging her nose with his own. “Can I have my receipt back now?” He holds his hand out for it.
“Why do you still have it?” 
“I like to keep it with me. It’s a nice reminder of one of the best nights of my life when I need some inspiration.” He tucks it away safely into his wallet. 
“You do know how to make a girl’s heart melt.” She whispers, causing him to look up with his big brown puppy dog eyes. 
“I love you.” 
“I love you.” She responds, leaning forward to capture his lips in a much needed soft sweet kiss. 
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loveylangdon · 5 years ago
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Land in Miami
Requested: Hey! I had a story request, could you write about Shawn Mendes, Camila Cabello, and Shawn’s female bf. The bf is on vacation with Shawn and Camila and she gets jealous of their relationship and the bf has health complications and something happens to her and Shawn is torn between his bf or Camila. I know it might be a stretch of you writing this but Thank You! @verylandcolorwagon
Word count: 5k+
A/N: sorry it took so long I saw Shawn in Pittsburgh and have been feeling it lately haha, hope you enjoy Xx
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y/n p.o.v.
Landing at the airport was different, getting off the plane to humidity was gross and I definitely needed 10 showers but as promised I told Shawn I would come out for his Miami and Orlando shows. Waiting at baggage claim you couldn’t help but smile remembering Shawn FaceTiming you in his hotel room shirtless white sheets surrounding him as he pouted and begged until you agreed to take time off work to fly out from Toronto to see him for his “Miami magic” shows as he called them. After that call not even 3 minutes later you got an email from Andrew with your airline tickets. Assuming he already asked Andrew to get them and was just waiting for you to say yes like the dozen other times its worked in that order as if you could ever tell him no. 
So here you were waiting to get off the plane and head over to baggage claim.
While Shawn couldn’t pick you up for obvious reasons Brian offered to pick you up right after they finished setting up the venue not even 10 minutes after you grabbed your luggage you were being crushed in a bear hug being caught off guard you pushed the body away from you realizing it was the infamous redhead you went in for a hug with the same force. Smiling from ear to ear.
“I missed you” Brian smiled at you kissing your temple “remind me why you can’t join the tour again.” He asked smirking taking your luggage 
“Some of us have to work for real Bri we can’t all travel and follow our crushes around like lost puppies” I joked and nudged his shoulder watching his face turn red referencing Alessia and Liv Shawns opener and her best friend for the tour 
“Anyways” he clears his throat before continuing “have you seen anything on-“ Brian was cut off by your phone ringing 
*Incoming call from rockstar* 
Brian smirked at you before you shoved him again answering the FaceTime 
“Hello, rockstar what do I owe the pleasure?” You teased through the camera 
“Believe me the pleasures all mine, just making sure you landed safely you didn’t text me back” he answered as his ears tinted pink lighting up your phone screen 
“She didn’t answer because she’s with the better version of you Shawn, we’re on our way back to the venue” he spoke into the phone 
“Oh, I’m not at the venue Andrew wanted to go out to lunch so we’re out now I’ll see you, honey, when I get back to the venue okay, I’m so glad you’re here” he smiled at you and blush covered his cheeks.
“Okay rockstar see you soon” you smiled warmly at him as the FaceTime disconnected. 
Brian smirked at you, “Let's go to the venue Tiny is waiting” grabbing your luggage Brian headed towards the car.
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First it was the Miami show watching from a distance, dealing with Camila wearing all white so Shawn could spot her in the crowd when he performed and the glances he kept sneaking over in her direction is what started your bubble of irritation and her suggesting the beach the next day when she knew you didn’t favor the Ocean is what was getting you past your boiling point. 
Shawn asked you to come out but didn’t tell you Camila was here too, not that you necessarily had a problem with her in the past you never favored her. She was always tugging on Shawns heartstrings and he always ran to you to fix him back up with cuddles and loving that was a little much to be considered just best friends. You thought this Miami show was going to be the next step for you guys but you were wrong, clearly. 
It started After the Miami show when you waited side stage per tradition for Shawn to come hug you before making his rounds for ‘In My Blood’. You stood there like an idiot when his band members started coming off stage one by one and the song ended. Shawn nowhere in sight exited from a different stage entrance. You waited it out a good 10 minutes watching the arena clear out slowly from where you stood. Thinking why the hell did you fly out here to get ignored. Not having seen Shawn all day except for a brief 5 minutes before the show started you were about to storm out to the bus area when Connor walked past and stopped when he noticed you 
“Oh y/n what are you doing back here” he chuckled 
Clearing your throat you didn’t really have an answer “I was just about to get to the bus to grab my bag to get ready to go to the hotel” you looked away emotions hitting at once. 
First Shawn didn’t see you in person till before the show started, leaving you to spend all day with Brian and Connor and when you finally saw Shawn he was attached to the hip with Camila, you two were supposed to go out to eat at a cafe you both loved only to find out the real reason why he couldn’t pick you up from the airport was because he took Camila there instead Andrew nowhere in sight. 
Shaking your head and closing your eyes you felt Connor getting closer to you taking steps towards you with a confused look on his face and then his eyes widened “you were waiting for Shawn, he’s in his dressing room” he gave you sad smile “is it, Camila” he asked with a sincere smile no hate or underline in his tone just concern 
“Fuck haha that makes me sound so pathetic, my best friend paying attention to another girl and here I am hurt over it” you joke as you look up trying not to let the tears fall using your hands to hold your face with your eyes peaking out 
“It doesn’t, and you’re allowed to feel that way. We all know you guys have something special he’s being an idiot. Honestly, she changes a lot of things. Since she joined the vibe has been different and everyone’s noticing but no one wants to say anything that’s why Andrew suggested to fly you out to try and” Connor stopped talking eyes going wide and looked at you shaking his head “I didn’t mean it like that at okay obviously Shawn wants you here he’s just an idiot and needs help sometimes” he tried to fix his mistake but it was too late your mind was reeling 
Shawn didn’t even want you out here, he only asked because Andrew suggested it and he didn’t know how to say no, Connor took a step towards you closing the space between you guys and pulled you into his chest hugging you 
“He’s a fucking idiot okay but don’t let it change your trip okay, think of it as a mini-vacation instead you’re only here for 2 more shows let’s make the most of it. And if we do any team things I’ll be right next to you okay” he talked into your ear his cheek resting on the side of your head in your hair he was about to speak again when Shawn started talking from down the hall 
“Tiny what are you doing man we need you I’m going to take an ice bath-“ he stopped talking when he got closer and realized Connor was hugging someone with his back to Shawn he didn’t notice you since Connor was a little taller 
“Oi, what the hell what happened” Shawn squeaked pushing Connor from you and looking at your face for any sign of distress “what’s wrong” he looked down at you but you looked at Connor, Shawn turned and looked at Connor “what did you do Brashier” Shawn spoke to him 
“What” Connor squeaked “nothing I was on my way backstage and-“ Connor looked to you and you gave him a look warning him not to mention anything 
“And what” Shawn glared at him getting defensive over you 
“Nothing Shawn everything’s fine really I just messed up something with work and Connor was comforting me” you smiled at him and moved his arm that made its way across your shoulder moving towards Connor who was in front of Shawn 
Shawn looked down at you hurt flashing across his eyes and was about to say something when you heard the clicking of heels. Camila was running towards Shawn heels clicking along the concrete floors getting louder and louder the closer she got hearing her squeal she wrapped Shawn in a big hug and he lifted her off the ground wrapping his arm around her torso and hoisting her up to level with him they immediately went into a kiss Shawns concern for you long gone and forgotten.
You felt Connor looking at you sadly, you just nodded your head towards the buses and walked outside the venue feeling him follow closely behind.
That night Shawn, Camila and some of the crew went out for drinks. Brian stayed with Alessia who headed to Orlando right after the show because they wanted to go to some of the amusement parks in the area before soundcheck the next day.
Laying on your hotel bed hugging a pillow to your chest after checking your phone you found out Shawn and Camila were at the club from one of the crew members Instagram stories. Shawn didn’t even invite you or let you know where he was going. He forgot about you again.
Glad you had your own room you wouldn’t have to deal with Shawn, usually when you came on tour he was clingy not that you minded you loved him and would do anything for him he usually wanted to share a room with you so you could cuddle and hang out but obviously that was already being done. 
Sighing you heard a knock on your hotel room door leaving it alone thinking they would go away because no one even knew you were here you let it be until it got louder 
“Okay I’m coming hold on” you shouted as you made your way through the ensuite to the door opening it seeing Connor holding a pizza box and a grocery bag of snacks 
Smiling at him “Connor Brashier and what do I owe the pleasure” stepping back to make way for him to come in he smiled at you 
“Thought you could use some company” he shrugs and goes to put everything into your bed “I brought snacks, food, and movies” 
“You’re the best Brashier honestly” you smile at him and notice him standing awkwardly next to the bed you go to pull him onto the bed next to you digging out the plates and napkins, eating and snaking talking about college courses and how he handled touring so young. You both fell asleep after a couple of movies and before Shawn sent a mass group text telling everyone to get ready for the beach in a couple of hours. 
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You’re second day here and have probably seen Shawn for a total of 20 minutes altogether. You texted him about breakfast after he sent out the text about the beach to find out he was already out with Camila from pictures all over social media. 
For the past two days, that's how you’ve seen Shawn, plastered all over the internet with the short girl attached to his hip at your guys’ favorite restaurants kissing or eating each other as you saw it. Both of them eating at places he promised he would take you out to when you landed, and here you were spending more time with his tour photographer and seeing the inside of your hotel room than him.
The only person that seemed to care was Connor, and even then it was because when you guys all went to the beach despite your disapproval. But you couldn’t handle the waves, Con saved you from almost drowning, being surrounded by 6ft something guys everyone just kept going deeper and deeper into the water, usually you would be holding onto Shawn but he seemed to be pre-occupied and Brian left on the bus with Alessia to head out early to Orlando so your only lifeline was Con.
Your fear of large bodies of water completely went over Shawns head when Camila said she knew the perfect beach to go to, Connor offered to stay behind with you not being a big fan of the ocean himself but Shawn wasn’t having it. He wanted the whole team to go. The beach was the final straw, you were ready to go home after his Miami show clearly you weren’t welcome here with Camila pulling him every which way and you definitely weren’t the type of person to fight for a guys attention.
Watching her cling on to him for dear life and watching them make out in front of paps has gotten annoying and frustrating. You wanted to yell at Shawn and Andrew for even inviting you but you were more hurt than anything. You were easily forgotten and no one seemed to notice.
Connor kept his promise and stood by you the entire day which he was truly an angel for. When the waves got a little stronger Con noticed Camila and you struggling to keep afloat Shawn automatically went to Camila leaving Connor to help you attach yourself to him. You and Con stayed on the other side of Cez in the water across from Shawn and Mila. You rested your head on Con’s shoulder most of the time due to being tired from the movie marathon the night before and irritation from Shawn. You noticed Shawn glaring in your guys direction, Connor must have to because he wasn’t having any of it so he kept twirling you in the water keeping a firm grip on your waist and made sure your arms were wrapped securely around his neck, keeping up a conversation to distract you which you were happy for. 
After the beach Camila wanted to go to the Hotel pool and swim for a bit you were going to excuse yourself but again Shawn wanted the entire team to go leaving you no choice but to follow. 
Now here you were 2 days after landing you found yourself in your hotel room packing up your suitcase ready to leave after leaving the hotel pool to Shawn and Camila eating each other once again in front of everyone and paparazzi, having enough of seeing Shawn swallow Camila you were tired of it. You told Con you were going back to your room and left without saying goodbye to anyone. 
Texting your friend about everything she agreed you should just come home. You thought yours and Shawns relationship was stronger than this, being friends for 15 years you’ve been with him through everything and never has he ignored you this bad or left you to your own defenses or even alone at all, when you joined him on tour regardless of what girl he had on his arm he always prioritized you and if his girl couldn’t get that he wouldn’t waste his time with her. You thought this trip was what was going to finally take things into the next step of your guys' relationship but clearly, you were wrong. This trip was a dud and all for nothing and you were left fuming.
Your thoughts about the horrid past two days were broken when you heard pounding on your hotel door about 15 minutes later.
“Why did you leave?” You hear Shawn stomp in after hearing the door slam forgetting Andrew had the second key to each of the rooms. You cursed under you breathe. He walked in shirtless hair still damp from the pool wearing his Nike shorts. He sounded pissed.
“Because I got tired of being ignored” you look at him shrugging your shoulders 
He narrowed his eyes at you “this is about Camila, isn’t it? She said you were jealous I should’ve known” 
“Are you fucking kidding me?” You look at him and he’s gone all defensive again arms crossed over his chest 
“You left the pool do you know how rude that was, Camila just wanted to have a nice off the day with everyone and you fucking left without telling anyone” he looked at you 
“Con knew I was leaving I told him” you huffed and watched him roll his eyes 
“Oh yeah your new best friend right, after I fly you out here all you can do is spend time with Connor” you heard hurt and sarcasm in his tone and it only made you mad
“You do not get to do this to me Shawn I’m fucking tired of it, don’t drag Connor into this he didn’t do anything wrong” 
“Tired of what y/n the truth you’ve been spending time with Connor more than me I haven’t seen you in months and the first time I see you you’re wrapped up in Connors' arms and I find out form Andrew that Con didn’t sleep in his room he was with you the entire night” Shawn shouts at you 
Rubbing your temples you look up to see a red-faced Shawn “No Shawn I'm tired of you ignoring me the second I stepped foot off the plane-” 
“what are you talking about” he scoffs 
“let me finish” you glare at him “You’re right I've been spending time with Connor but because my best friend didn’t even want me out here in the first place, how do you think that makes me feel Shawn honestly you beg me to come out here to hang out to see some shows I finally take time off work which I don’t have because I visited you for 3 weeks a couple of months ago, but I made it work because you said you needed me out here.” You’re about to cry but continue after taking a breath “As soon as I land I find out you’re doing everything you promised to do with me but with Camila.” You sigh rubbing your temples looking up at him “I'm not going to fight for your attention Shawn you know that, so yes I left and I'm oh so sorry for upsetting your little girlfriend but clearly I’m not welcome here and I’m tired of seeing you go out and do our favorite things with someone else.” You look at him and you see the pain behind his eyes and he's about to respond when his phone rings in his hand and a picture of Camila pops up on the screen. 
You scoff “of fucking course” you grab your purse and head out of the hotel room and make your way to Connors room hoping he left the pool when you did. 
Knocking on his door and not receiving any answer you know he's still at the pool, you go to reach for your phone before realizing you left it in your hotel room and you’d be damned if you went to confront Shawn again. Making your way into the lobby you ask the concierge to leave a message for Connors room so when he got back to his room he would know you went out and didn't have a phone but not to worry you’d be back before dark. 
You were walking around for what felt like hours, not remembering where you roamed off to you had a headache and you're sure you looked like death. You noticed some who you assumed were fans looking at you but you could care less. Eyes bloodshot and puffy you were tired and feeling pain in your feet from walking so far but being too stubborn to turn back. The last thing you remember was it being too hard to breathe feeling a sharp pain in your back and seeing black spots before you heard someone scream your name and felt the ground under you. 
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Shawns p.o.v.
Watching y/n walkout was the hardest thing I felt like a piece of me walked out of the door but it was my fault for not telling her about Mila and expecting her to go along with whatever plans I obviously didn’t tell her about. I felt like I let her down that I let us down.
I've been so stressed about tour and Senorita coming out when Camila told me her boyfriend broke up with her because of me I felt awful and she kinda just stuck around after that. 
Sitting down at dinner with Camila I can feel her starring at the side of my face. I kept my phone in my hand waiting for a call from Connor to tell me he found her. Biting the inside of my cheek I hoped she would come back by now. Y/n left as the sun was about to set and in my attempt to call her back into the room I realized she left her phone behind. I broke down into a panic and that's how Connor found me with Camila trailing behind him upset that I wasn't ready for dinner and that I left her at the pool. 
Here I sat with Camila and her family talking about last nights show and how it was probably the best show out of the entire tour. Feeling Camila’s eyes boring into the side of my head I turned to look at her and gave her a kiss trying to portray that I was here with her and she had my full attention. She already chewed me out for leaving her with the team, and how y/n was being selfish and inconsiderate of her feelings. How she didn’t get to see me as often as she wanted either. 
My phone glued to my hands waiting for anything to pop up about y/n it was like I summoned a call from Andrew going to hit the answer button, Camila’s small hand took my phone out of my hands ended the call and put it into her purse. 
“Mila my phone” I looked down at her softly so her family wouldn't notice 
“We’re having dinner Shawn you don’t need it” she pecked my cheek and turned to talk to her cousin next to her 
I stared at Mila’s bag watching it light up counting 7 different times where it did, my knee bouncing with nerves. Grabbing Mila’s hand I excused us to the hallway 
“Camila my phone now” I held my hand out waiting for it 
“Shawn no, we’re having dinner you promised you would do this for me, for us I already told you that girl is fine she’s probably doing it for attention now lets go back sit down and have a nice meal you can have your phone back later” she pecked my lips and held my hand pulling me out of the hall before I could get a word in. 
Before we could walk all the way back to the table I saw Andrew standing next to the table and looked at Camila who rolled her eyes in annoyance
“Andrew what-”
“y/n is in the hospital Connors with her right now but she might need her stuff to go home after, you have the extra hotel key I need it,” he said nonchalantly staring me down and I felt myself visibly shrink he was mad at me
“Oh I have the extra key” Camila chirped and dug through her purse handing it to Andrew
“Is y/n okay what happened, where is she lets go?” I said grabbing my jacket and waiting for Andrew who put a hand on my chest 
“Stay and finish your meal with Camila and her family, I'm going back to the hotel to get y/n passport so when she wakes up we can get her home” 
“What,” I say louder “What do you mean when she wakes up what happened Andrew lets go” I go to pull on his arm when I feel Camila tug on mine 
“Shawn you can’t drop everything for her, she's not your responsibility she walked out on you why do you care” she huffed annoyed with jealousy dripping from her tone 
I lean down to kiss her forehead “Ill see you at the hotel later okay” I smile at her and she crosses her arms over her chest
“Shawn if you leave that's it. You've embarrassed me enough tonight” she spoke through her teeth 
“Mila don’t do this right now I have to go” I see hurt flash across her face 
“Then leave! go after her like you always did, like you always do” she huffs and throws my phone at my chest and turns around back to her family. 
I give them a small smile and her mom gives me a sympathetic smile and I turn to find Andrew but he’s nowhere to be found. Fuck. 
I walk out of the restaurant and check my phone all missed calls from Connor and Andrew and I hit Connors number and start sprinting back to the hotel hoping to catch Andrew.
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y/n p.o.v. 
I wake up to bright lights and a weight on my side I look down to see a mop of brown curls resting on me and on the other tufts of blonde hair. 
I’m about to wake Connor to find out what happened when Brian and Andrew walk through the door 
“Oh good morning sleeping beauty, how are you feeling,” Brian asks whispering to not wake Shawn and Connor 
“Everything hurts, what happened” I nod to Shawn and raise my eyebrows his body was hunched over in his chair, his cheek was laying on my side and his eyes puffy with his mouth slightly open breathing softly. 
“Let’s get the boys out of here and we can talk yah?” Andrew suggests and you nod at him closing your eyes again and feeling a pain in your arm. Letting out a yelp you start to feel dizzy all over again and see you woke up Shawn and Connor looking frantic while a nurse came in to check on you before your vision went black. 
Waking up a second time to bright lights making you squint going to move your hand to shield your face you felt a weight in it. Looking over you saw Shawn a 6’2 giant curled into a ball attempting to fit in a chair next to your bed with his hand in yours. You try to detangle your fingers from his but even in his sleep he’s not having it and you feel too weak to fight it. He must’ve felt your struggle because his eyes opened wide not even 5 seconds later.
As soon as you made eye contact with him he a fresh set of tears started streaming down his pink blotchy cheeks and streams of mumbled apologies fell from his lips. 
“Hey, hey rockstar it's fine I’m okay, look I'm here” 
His tears didn't stop flowing but he rubbed his nose on his sleeve taking a shaky breathe “I could've lost you and its all my fault I'm so sorry I shouldn’t have let you leave, I shouldn’t have yelled at you ‘msorry for being so shitty everything that happened was my fault and I understand if you don’t want to talk to me for a while” he broke eye contact and looked down on your bed
“What happened,” you ask softly 
“After you left the hotel I don’t know how long you were gone but apparently you went far enough and cried enough to where it was enough to dehydrate you, the weather and traveling also impacted your body, your body went into stress paralysis causing you to blackout and have an internal seizure” he sighed as more tears streamed down his face “I could have lost you, luckily a fan saw you and called an ambulance and they brought you here and made sure the hospital called Andrew luckily he was on your emergency contact” he shows a small smile remembering how when you first went on tour with Shawn you broke your arm and neither of you had your phones so you guys just waited in the hospital. After that Karen made sure you added Andrew onto your emergency contact in case something like that happened again he would be notified instead of thinking he lost two teenagers in a random state. “If I was with you, or even paid attention to you like I promised we wouldn't be here you wouldn't have to be dealing with this if I didn’t ask you to come out here because I'm selfish, I'm so sorry I'm an idiot who doesn't deserve you at all” he choked out
You hummed, stress paralysis was something you dealt with when your parents went through a divorce and things got really bad. Putting on so much stress and not being able to talk about it your body retaliated and went into fits of paralysis to literally exert the stress out of your body. You didn’t realize how hard yours and Shawns fight effected you. 
“Please say something” Shawn looked up at you with red eyes and blotchy cheeks, holding your hand in both of his he waited patiently 
“You’re going to have to do worse than put me in a hospital to get rid of me rockstar” you spoke softly to him as you felt his arms wrap around your torso and his head in your neck “I’m still upset but you can make it up to me”
“Anything you want and it's yours, I love you and I'm so sorry” he mumbled into your neck careful not to squeeze you too tight placing a kiss on your pulse. 
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thank you for reading, slightly unedited I've been busy but I wrote this in under an hour thank you for being patient. don't forget to leave feedback and comments thank you Xxx
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freddiesaysalright · 5 years ago
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Soft in Love Part 9
A Gwilym Lee x Student!Reader Fic
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Summary: Y/N is an acting student in her last semester of college. When a professor unexpectedly can’t make it for the senior capstone class, a very famous (and handsome) substitute is called in. When they connect, they face a few challenges.
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A/N: The drama intensifies! Gwilym and Y/N make some important decisions regarding Edith’s blackmail.
Warning(s): none!
Part 1  Part 2  Part 3  Part 4  Part 5  Part 6  Part 7  Part 8 
Part 9 here we go!!!
That night, Gwilym picked you up from your dorm. His hands were sweaty as he waited for you to emerge. Again, he was debating telling you about Edith and her threats. That way you wouldn’t be so angry at him. But a stronger part of him didn’t want to make you feel bad. Still, he knew you were going to have questions. He had to come up with something to say to satisfy you.
You slid into the passenger seat, his heart skipping its usual beat at the sight of your smile. When you leaned over to kiss him, he was surprised.
“You’re not angry with me?” he wondered as you sat back to buckle up.
You shook your head. “Daniel told me what happened.”
“Daniel?”
You explained what Daniel told you in the dressing room. You even shared his suggestion to break up and take away Edith’s power. You carefully watched Gwilym’s expression at this. His mouth turned down and he narrowed his eyes. He pulled up to his hotel in silence. As you followed him to his room, you grew more anxious. He wasn’t actually considering what Daniel said was he? You had refused it as an option because it felt impossible. Did Gwilym not feel the same? What did that mean?
Gwilym opened the door for you and you walked inside, legs slightly shaking. You weren’t sure what he might say now. Would he end it?
He flopped down on the bed, lying spread eagle. You crawled up after him and cuddled into his side. His arm draped over your shoulders. It made you feel so safe.
“We’ve got to figure something out,” he said. “She can’t take shows from you.”
“I dunno, baby,” you said. “Maybe we should just let this happen.”
“It’s not right!” he protested.
“No, it’s not, but what can we do?” you replied. “We’ve sort of done this to ourselves.”
“I know,” he sighed irritably. “But I hate this for you.”
“I do too,” you agreed. “I really do. Especially opening night. I wish you had given her closing instead.”
“She asked for that,” he said. “But I couldn’t.”
You sat up and looked sharply at him. “What?! Why?!”
“Now that, I really can’t tell you,” he said. “I’ve got something in mind for that night.”
“A surprise?” you asked, curiosity piqued. “What is it?”
“Well, it wouldn’t be a surprise if I told you, would it?” he returned.
He sat up too and pressed his lips to your temple. Then he sighed again. Your eyes searched his face. You saw in his eyes a deep sadness. It had come on so suddenly, it frightened you.
“I think Daniel’s right,” he said. “I think we should...call it a day.”
Once again, tears filled your eyes.
“Is that really what you want?” you whimpered. 
He looked at you, took in your tearful face, and he pulled you into his arms.
“Of course it’s not,” he said. “I just don’t want you to miss out on your rightful chance. I care about you too much, and if being without me is better for you -”
“Stop it,” you sighed and tugged yourself away from him. “Gwilym, you either want to be with me or not. Which is it?”
“I want to be with you,” he answered without hesitation. “It’s just that -”
“No, listen to me,” you said. “It doesn’t matter if we break up. She still heard what she heard, and so did Dan. We can get through this as a couple or separate and still have the same problem.”
He looked thoughtfully at the floor.
“I suppose you’re right,” he said. “I’m sorry. I shouldn’t have considered it.”
You offered a watery smile. “It’s alright. Just...fuck, Gwil. What are we going to do?”
“So now you’re on board to do something?” he teased.
“Yes!” you said, perking up. “Edith can’t do this. She can’t take my shows away from me and she can’t take you away from me.”
“I admire your conviction, darling,” he said with a soft smile.
“Well, she can’t,” you repeated stubbornly. 
His heart swelled as he looked at your determined face.
“You’re so cute,” he said, cupping your cheek. You closed your eyes to his touch. “I love you.”
Your eyes snapped open to meet Gwilym’s. His were wide, frightened, as if he’d just told you something terrible instead of perhaps the most wonderful thing you’d ever heard in your life.
“You...you love me?”
Gwilym took a deep breath, relaxing his face. He looked at you. This time with strength and confidence.
“Yes, Y/N,” he said. “That’s where my heart is. I love you.”
A smile spread slowly across your face as he said it again.
“I love you too,” you replied. “So, so much.”
He grinned. Then pulled you in for another kiss. It was soft and tender and expressive. Everything that reflected the moment. Your heart felt full. This was so right.
“I love you,” he said again as you parted. “I love you.”
“I love you too,” you giggled.
“Because I love you, I’m not going to let Edith have this,” he said, getting to his feet. “I’m going to restore your nights to you and go to the Dean’s office myself.”
Panic shot through you.
“No!” you cried. “They’ll fire you!”
“So what?” he returned. “I’ll tell them it was me, and you shouldn’t be punished.”
“If you’re going to lie, it might as well be a flat out denial,” you pointed out. “Let’s face it, I came on to you. I think we should let her go to the Dean’s office and then deny when there’s questions.”
“It is her word against ours,” he said.
“Oh, fuck,” you sighed. 
“What?”
“I forgot about Dan,” you said. “He heard us too. She’s got another witness.”
“Shit,” he muttered.
A beat passed as you both pondered.
“Y/N, please let me do the honorable thing,” he said. “Let me take the fall for this so you don’t have to lose.”
You bottom lip quivered. “But then you’ll leave…”
“It won’t be forever,” he said. “I’ll stay in New York until you’re done and then we’ll figure it out. Together.”
“I can’t let you,” you told him. “I can’t let you take this alone.”
“Please,” he said again. “Let me do this for you.”
A tear slid down your cheek. Any more ups and downs and you were sure your head would literally be spinning.
“We don’t have to decide tonight,” you said. “I’m so tired. Can’t we just lay down and forget about all of it? We love each other, we should be celebrating.”
He smiled gently.
“You’re right,” he said. “I’ll order some champagne and then we’ll just relax. It’s been a long day.”
“You’re the best,”  you told him.
He did order champagne and some dinner from room service. Together, you ate, took a bath, and then settled into bed and watched some trashy reality TV show. For a couple hours, all thoughts of Edith, the show, and anything else were null and void. You were in love with Gwilym, and he loved you right back. Despite everything going on, you were completely and totally happy.
On Thursday, when you arrived early, Edith and Gwilym were already there. He was speaking calmly to her but she looked furious. Her eyes flashed toward you when you walked through the door. She stormed toward you.
“Just because you’re fucking the professor, you think you can get whatever you want,” she spat. Literally. She was so close to you, you felt drops of saliva on your face. “Well, I’ll get rid of you right now!”
“Oh, shut up,” you replied, rolling your eyes. “I got the part of Esther before Gwilym was even here.”
She stamped her foot and then whipped around to face Gwilym again.
“I’m going to the Dean’s office right now!” she shouted. “You’ll both be out of here!”
“Go then!” you yelled back.
She swept out of the auditorium, trying to slam the door behind her, but it was too slow and it clicked shut softly. When she was well away, you jogged over to Gwilym.
“What do you want to do?” you asked frantically.
He stared at the spot where Edith disappeared.
“I want to keep teaching,” he admitted. “I want to stay with you.”
“So, we lie?” you wondered.
He nodded and looked at you. “We lie.”
You sat in anxiety for the remainder of the ten minutes until the rest of the class started showing up. Gwilym started to go on with class as usual, starting with attendance, when suddenly, Edith burst back into the auditorium. You would have rolled your eyes at her dramatics if it weren’t for the three people following her: Dr. Curtis, the head of the department; Dr. Dragel, the Dean of Students; and Sheri Peacock, the Chancellor.
Gwilym glanced at you before turning to his old teacher.
“Dr. Curtis,” he said. “To what do I owe the pleasure of our guests?”
“It’s very serious, Gwilym,” Dr. Curtis replied. “Miss Bernard here has made an...an  accusation.”
“What sort of accusation?” Gwilym asked.
God, he was good. If you didn’t know any better, you would have thought him genuinely confused.
“About you and Y/N,” Edith said. “You’re sleeping together!”
The whole class turned eyes on you and Sloan gasped loudly next to you. Andrew was staring daggers into your left side. Gwilym blinked and his mouth dropped. You wanted to disappear into your chair. You didn't think she’d do this in front of the whole class.
“I - are you joking?!” he cried. “That’s ridiculous!”
“It is not a joke, Mr. Lee,” said Dr. Dragel. He was a stern man who was not very popular with the student body because of his strictness. “This sort of accusation is no laughing matter. She claims she heard the act taking place in Dr. Bennett’s office.”
The whole class was whispering now, a wave of shock going through them. Sloan grabbed your arm and leaned into your ear.
“Is it true?” she hissed.
You gave a curt nod, barely moving at all, and only after ensuring that the three upper faculty members had their back to you. Sloan glared fiercely at you.
“We should discuss this in private,” Dr. Curtis said. “There are dressing rooms backstage where we won’t cause so much commotion.”
He scanned the crowd and found you.
“Y/N, come with us, please,” he said.
You stood up, feeling every person’s eyes on you as you shimmied down the row and into the aisle. The murmurs of everyone were driving you crazy. You couldn’t hear what they were saying, but you guessed the general idea. They were discussing favoritism and scandal. You clearly heard the word “slut” from someone a row in front of you.
Putting your head down, you followed the faculty members and Edith to the dressing room. The same one where Gwil had delivered the horrible news to you earlier that week. Chancellor Peacock and Dr. Dragel looked between you and Gwilym as Dr. Curtis closed the door.
“Well, Miss Y/L/N,” said Chancellor Peacock. “Is it true? Are you and Mr. Lee in a relationship?”
“No!” you insisted. “Edith’s been jealous of me all semester, she’s making this up!”
“Don’t lie, I heard you!” Edith interjected.
“Miss Bernard, please,” said Dr. Dragel. “We’ve heard your side of the story, now we need to hear theirs.”
“I don’t know what she heard - if she heard anything at all,” you said. “But I don’t go to office hours ever. I don’t need to. This class has only one grade and it’s the show.”
“Why would Miss Bernard accuse you of something like this?” wondered Chancellor Peacock.
“Edith’s ambitious and jealous,” you said. “She really wanted my part. Not to mention, she’s been hitting on Gwilym all semester. Everyone in class will tell you that. I guess it was because she was upset I got more attention from him than she did.”
“Mr. Lee, anything to say?” Dr. Dragel asked, turning to Gwilym.
“Y/N is right, Edith has made several advances, all of which I’ve turned down,” he said. “I don’t want to say she’s a liar, but I can’t speak to what she heard that day.”
“Were you...watching pornography or something?” Dr. Dragel pressed.
“What? God, no!” Gwilym answered. “That office doesn’t even belong to me. I wouldn’t dream of doing something like that.”
Chancellor Peacock looked at Edith. “Is it true you made advances toward Gwilym?”
Edith’s face went pink. “Well - I - yes, I did,” she admitted. “But I stopped after a while because he was so clearly into Y/N.”
“Was it clear?” Dr. Curtis spoke up. “Y/N is the star of the show, it’s natural for the director to spend extra time with her. In all my rehearsals with you, I’ve never noticed anything other than professionalism from both of you. Edith on the other hand, I did see being flirtatious.”
“And you didn’t say anything?” Dr. Dragel snapped.
“Well, I expected the girls to like him,” Dr. Curtis said. “Look at him! It didn’t seem very serious, so I let it go.”
“Let me get this straight,” Chancellor Peacock said. “Edith has been flirting with Gwilym consistently over the semester. She wanted Y/N’s role from the start. Y/N got more attention from Gwilym. Now, just two weeks before the show opens, she’s come to us with a claim of an inappropriate relationship between Y/N and Gwilym that no one else can corroborate. Is that the situation here?”
“Yes,” you and Gwilym said in unison then exchanged a playful smile.
“Well, then,” Dr. Dragel said. “I think it’s perfectly clear what’s going on.”
“Hold on, I have another witness!” Edith said desperately. “Daniel was with me when I heard them. He heard it too.”
Your stomach dropped. Dr. Curtis left the room to fetch Daniel and get his statement on things. Your heart pounded. Would Daniel lie? Would he defend what Edith said? He told you he didn’t agree with her, but he was already on academic probation. If he lied now, and was found out, he could be suspended from the school.
You looked at Gwilym, willing him to look back at you, only he didn’t. He couldn’t really. It would be too obvious now. Your hand itched to clasp his for comfort. If this was the moment you went down together, you needed his support. Only, you couldn’t. Everything hinged on what Daniel might say. When the door opened, it startled you.
“Okay, Mr. Snow,” said Dr. Dragel. “Here’s what we’ve heard.”
He went over everything again. What Edith said, what you and Gwilym said, and all the information. Daniel listened, not looking at anyone, his focus solely on Dr. Dragel.
“So,” Dr. Dragel wrapped up. “Did you hear them...uh...well - did you hear them -”
“Bangin’?” Daniel finished.
Dr. Dragel flushed. You fought back a brutal urge to throttle your ex boyfriend.
Chancellor Peacock interjected. “Did you hear them having intercourse in the office?”
“Nope,” he said with a shrug. “I don’t know what she’s talking about.”
Edith’s mouth dropped. Yours almost did too, but you couldn’t look shocked. You looked relieved instead, which was also something you were feeling.
“We went to his office so Edith could ask to play Esther for one night,” Daniel went on. “Gwilym said no. That was that.”
Gwilym sighed with relief. You did the same.
“Well, I think this makes things perfectly clear,” said Dr. Curtis, glaring at Edith. “You, young lady, will be -”
Guilt washed over you. Edith wasn’t lying, and as angry as you were with her, she didn’t deserve to be punished.
“Dr. Curtis,” you said, interrupting. “Please don’t punish Edith. I know her actions were drastic, but jealousy is a complicated emotion. I don’t want anything to happen to her.”
“Miss Y/L/N, this is a serious thing she accused a member of our faculty of,” Dr. Dragel said. “And quite frankly, any disciplinary action is not up to you.”
“I agree with Y/N,” Gwilym added. “It was likely a misunderstanding. Something she thought she heard, but didn’t. Besides, it’s not like I’m a permanent member of faculty.”
“Permanent or otherwise,” Dr. Dragel went on. “To falsely accuse someone of taking advantage of a student makes cases like these all the harder for real victims of such offenses. It isn’t right.”
You opened your mouth to protest again, seeing the anguish on Edith’s face, but Chancellor Peacock stepped forward.
“Dr. Dragel, Dr. Curtis, and I will deal with Edith now,” she said. “The rest of you may go.”
“But -”
“Y/N, we must go,” Gwilym cut across you.
He led you and Daniel back out, and all three of you went to the next dressing room on the other side of the stage. You popped in and closed the door.
“Thank you!” you cried, throwing yourself into Daniel’s arms. “Thank you so much!”
“No problem,” he returned. “You can owe me one.”
“I owe you a thousand,” you said, pulling back and looking at him.
“Why stand up for Edith, though?” he asked.
“Because she wasn’t actually lying,” you replied. “I felt kinda bad.”
Daniel laughed. “You’re unbelievable.”
“Really, Daniel, thank you,” Gwilym added, extending his hand.
Daniel shook it. “Really, it’s nothing. The situation is all kinds of fucked, but I thought you guys deserved a chance.”
He looked at you and remembered how you’d exclaimed your love for Gwilym. He would never tell you so, but that was what convinced him to lie for you.
“It means a great deal,” Gwilym said. “Now, I’ve got to go tell the class what happened so they don’t get carried away.”
“Oh, yeah, pretty sure Mary and Leon already started a rumor that Y/N is pregnant,” Daniel said.
Gwilym sighed. “Oh, God. I might be too late.”
You chuckled as Gwilym kissed you swiftly on the cheek and went out. You looked at Daniel.
“Seriously, Dan, if there’s anything I can do for you,” you said. “Let me know.”
He looked at the floor and toed the ground with his boot. “Well...there is one thing.”
“Anything!” you reminded him.
“D’you…” he trailed off. “Ah, nevermind, it’s stupid.”
You took his arm before he could leave.
“Dan, just tell me,” you said.
He sighed. “Do you know if Andrew is into guys at all?”
You blinked, absolutely stunned.
“A-are you into guys?” you questioned.
“Yeah…” he said. “Well, mostly the one guy. But he’s so hung up on you and I dunno how he feels about...y’know…”
You smiled. “To answer your question, yes, Andrew is also into guys. And I think he’s mad enough at me now to be over me.”
Daniel chuckled. “Alright. Thanks, Y/N.”
“If you’re gonna go for Andrew, you better not cheat on him,” you warned.
“I won’t,” he said with a laugh. “Promise.”
You went out together to the auditorium.
“...so please forget what you heard,” Gwilym was finishing up. “It was all a misunderstanding.”
“So, you and Y/N aren’t sleeping together?” asked Leon.
“No, we’re not,” Gwilym said.
Your eyes found Andrew and Sloan. Both of them were glowering at you. You knew they were mad, and you were pretty sure you understood why. You just hoped they could understand too.
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Alone Together | Epilogue 4:  The Sweetest Eyes I’ve Ever Seen | Morgan Rielly
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January 13th, 2028
Bee heard the doorbell ring as she finished loading Andy’s bowl in the dishwasher.  After a nice and calm breakfast of Dino Eggs oatmeal with fruit (Andy’s favourite), he was already playing with his see and spell puzzle toys on the carpet in the family room quietly, Maggie laying down beside him, his trusty little red fox plush toy he aptly named Pip watching him.  He was still in his comfy onesie pyjamas, and Bee knew he wouldn’t want to change out of them.  Hopefully their guest at the door would make him want to change his mind.
Andy perked up once he heard the doorbell ring.  “Who’s at my house?”
Bee couldn’t help but laugh at his question – something he’d started to say recently whenever the doorbell rang.  She thought it was the cutest thing in the world.  “I don’t know!  Let’s go see!” she extended her had out to him so he could follow her to the front door.  He grabbed Pip and held him in his hands as he scurried towards Bee, Maggie following close behind.
When she opened it for the big reveal, Andy started hopping up and down excitedly.  “Tyler!!!” he screamed before running out and jumping to avoid the snow.  
Tyler caught him perfectly and scooped him up in his arms.  “Heeeeyyyyyy little man!” he smiled from ear to ear as he balanced Andy on his hip as he walked into the house.  “How’s my godson doing?”
“G…G…Good,” Andy stuttered out, smiling from ear to ear.  
“Are you excited to see me?”
“Yes!” he exclaimed.  “W…What are you doing at my house?”
“Well, mommy called me because she said you went to the library yesterday and got some new books,” Tyler explained.  “And you know how much I love reading books to you.”
Andy’s eyes lit up like fireworks.  He looked at Bee.  “Mommy, Tyler can read my b…b…books to me?”
“Yes he can,” she smiled.  “How about you go up to your room and get them.”
Andy wiggled out of Tyler grasp and climbed the stairs one step at a time, trying to go as quickly as his little feet would let him.  Tyler and Bee hugged in the foyer before he began to take off his boots and unzip his jacket.  “The stuttering’s gotten better,” Tyler commented.
Bee nodded her head.  When Andy started to talk and develop words and sentences, she and Morgan noticed right away that he was stuttering.  They thought it was maybe just a kid thing, because a lot of kids stutter when they’re first learning words or developing sentences to speak, but Andy’s problem persisted.  Now that he was able to string words together to create sentences, the issue was more pronounced.  It was definitely noticeable to everyone – the rude ones pointed it out; the good ones were patient with him like everyone should be.  “A little, yeah.  We started him in speech therapy once a week.”
“It’s working.”
“We’re hoping,” she said.  “We’re trying to get him to talk more to other kids too.  We can tell he sometimes avoids it.  Even if it persists…we just want him to feel that it’s okay.”
“Well, of course,” Tyler said.  “He’s a smart kid, sweetcheeks.  He’s three and he can already read some words better than I can.”
Bee snorted, shoving Tyler playfully.  “You want some coffee or what?  Morgan should be home in ten minutes and then we’ll leave you to it.”
***
“Congratulations Mr. and Mrs. Rielly, I can confirm you’re pregnant again,” Dr. Greenblatt smiled at Morgan and Bee.
“Oh, perfect!” Bee smiled from ear to ear as Morgan squeezed her hand.  “We…I mean, we’ve been trying for a couple of months.  It’s nice for it to be official!”
“You’re eleven weeks according to the schedule you provided, and your blood work, which means you’re due in late July,” he looked over the documents in his file.  “But everything looks good.  I know there were some difficulties at the beginning.  You mentioned there were no symptoms from when you had your two early miscarriages.”
“Right.”
“Well, Mr. and Mrs. Rielly, everything looks good on my end.  I can book you in with the ultrasound technician we have if you’d like your sonogram,” Dr. Greenblatt offered.
“That would be perfect,” Morgan said.
***
When Morgan and Bee walked into their house, they saw Tyler and Andy – holding Pip – cuddled on the couch.  Tyler was reading Robert Munsch’s Andrew’s Loose Tooth, and Bee could see Moose, Thomas’ Snowsuit, David’s Father, and Just One Goal! on the coffee table in front of them.  Andy was still wearing his pyjamas.  There was a blanket draped over Tyler’s legs.  It was all very cute.  
“How are my boys doing?” Bee announced as she walked into the family room, leaning over the couch.  Andy barely moved from his spot, too comfortable against Tyler’s chest and too entranced in Andrew’s Loose Tooth (though it was probably the 50th time he’d read the book) to even look up.  
“Hi mama, hi dada,” Andy said absent-mindedly.  He wiggled a bit in Tyler’s arms to get his attention.  “Keep reading.”
Tyler wiggled his eyebrows at Bee and Morgan before turning the page and continuing to read.  Bee laughed as she walked around the corner of the sectional couch, bent over, and kissed the top of Andy’s head before messing up his hair slightly.  
***
After a homemade lunch, more playtime with Tyler (read: playing ministicks with Tyler, who was on his knees, and “bodychecking” him so he would fall over dramatically), his regular afternoon nap, and dinner, Andy was tired and ready for his 8pm bedtime.  He had already changed himself into his pyjamas, and Morgan helped him brush his teeth before carrying him to his bed where Bee was waiting.  
“I b…b…brush my teeth mama,” Andy said as he emerged from the washroom, Pip securely in his arm as he climbed into bed.
“Good job,” she smiled, pulling the covers back.  Andy wiggled underneath the covers and Morgan sat on the opposite side of the bed, looking at him lovingly.  Once he was underneath and lying down, his head on the pillow, Pip tucked into him, and the comforter stuffed around him, just how he liked it (“Make me a burrito!” he’d yell on more boisterous nights), Bee took a deep breath.  “Andy…daddy and I have something to tell you.”
“What?”
Morgan looked at Bee quickly before looking back at Andy.  “Boobear, you know how Jace has a little sister, Isabella?”
“Yes,” Andy nodded his head.  “J…Jace and Isabella are my f…f…friends.”
“And you know how Henry has a little sister, Greta?” Bee continued.
Andy nodded his head again.  “Henry and G…Greta are my friends too.  But they live f…far away.”
“Well Andy, you’re going to be a big brother too now,” Morgan smiled at his son.  Andy’s eyes went wide as he realized what his dad was telling him.  “Mommy has a baby in her belly and in July or August you’re going to have a new brother or sister.”
Andy looked towards his mom.  “Mommy…there b…baby in your belly?”
“Mhm,” Bee nodded her head.  She put her hand over her stomach and, although there was barely anything there yet, she tried to cup something so Andy could get the visual.
“Boy or girl?”
“We don’t know.  We’ll find out when the baby comes,” she said.
“When baby comes I…I going to be a b…b…big boy,” Andy said matter-of-factly.  Morgan and Bee laughed.  “I going to be good big b…brother.”
“Yes you will be, boobear,” Morgan said, leaning down to kiss his son.  “You can teach baby how to read, how to build Lego--”
“I teach b…baby all the animals,” Andy interjected.
“Exactly!  See!  You’re going to be a great big brother,” Morgan smiled.  “Think about all the things you’re gonna teach baby when they’re here, okay?”
“Okay,” Andy smiled contently as his eyelids started to droop from drowsiness. 
“Goodnight boobear.  Daddy loves you,” Morgan cooed.
“I love you daddy.”
“Goodnight Andy.  Mommy loves you.”
“I love you mommy.”
***
April 16th 2028
Bee woke up on a Sunday morning to kisses on her neck and shoulder.  Since being with Morgan, it was her favourite way to wake up, and truthfully, she never got sick of it.  He almost over-indulged her with it.  It has been ten years since it started, and it was still the best; the most comforting feeling; the thing she looked forward to the most.
Bee smiled to herself as she felt his tongue graze her skin, his breath hot as he moved up her neck and towards her ear.  She took a deep breath in.  At that moment, he knew she was awake.  “G’morning,” his voice was coarse and full of sleep, but he continued to kiss her.  
“Morning, you big moose,” she mumbled.  She felt the arm wrapped around her move down slightly the cup her growing bump.  At twenty-six weeks now, she was just slightly smaller than she was at twenty-six weeks with Andy (judging by pictures), but was experiencing much of the same symptoms of pregnancy.  The back pain, the swelled ankles, the dramatic girth.  
Morgan continued his kisses.  “How you feelin’?”
“Good.”
“You think we can--”
“Please Morgan.  Please.”
He didn’t need to be asked twice.  He helped her wiggle out of her pyjama pants and top, and began kissing his way down her body, paying particular attention to her breasts.  “I wanna taste you,” he mumbled.
Bee nodded her head.  “Go.  Go.”
He dove in.  She was sensitive these days, and her senses all the more heightened, so when he began lapping at her, there was an automatic reaction.  He hadn’t tired of this, either – eating her out like she was the last meal on earth.  He hadn’t tired of much, really.  He was still obsessed with her; still obsessed with her taste and how she felt wrapped around him; how warm her walls were and how they clenched around his cock whenever he helped her reach her climax.  Every time was still special.  The quick ones, the long ones, the ones where she dressed up, the ones where they used only their hands and mouths, the ones that made them scream, the ones that kept them quiet, the ones that were frantic, the ones that were nice and slow, the ones that led them to orgasm over and over again.  Every time was still the best time.  
After making her orgasm twice with his tongue, she began to tug on his hair.  Her breathing was hot and heavy as she kissed him sloppily, tasting her juices on him, before she bit his bottom lip playfully.  “Lay on your back,” she said.
In return, he bit her bottom lip too.  “Shouldn’t I be saying that to you?”
“I wanna ride you,” she said.  “Unless you don’t want me to.”
Morgan groaned, flipping over onto his back.  “Get up here.”
Bee took her time, taking off her pyjama shirt first before making sure she was comfortable as she lowered herself onto him slowly.  Morgan’s hands were on her hips, helping to guide her.  “Does it feel okay?”
She looked down at him.  His mouth was still glistening with her juices.  She nodded her head and closed her eyes.  “I’m not hurting you, am I?”
“Never.  Never,” he shook his head, propping himself up so he could kiss her.  “God, you’re so fucking beautiful.  You don’t even know.  You’re so sexy and beautiful.”
“Even as a big ol’ pregnant lady?” she giggled slightly, wrapping an arm around his shoulders to steady herself now that she was riding him in his lap rather than with him lying down.
“Especially as a big ol’ pregnant lady,” he kissed her.  “You have no idea Briony.  You’ve given me my children, my family.  You’ve given me my world.  The gifts you’ve given me…there are no words to describe how much I love you.”
“And you’ve given me my world,” she whispered, kissing him one last time before pushing him back down onto his back.  She continued to ride him slowly, trying to make the intimacy of the moment last as long as possible.  Today, their house would be full of people, and while she loved hosting, she loved every minute of alone time she got with Morgan even more.  
“Y’okay, baby?” she asked.  “I’m close.”
“Make yourself cum on my cock, Briony.”
That was what she loved to hear.  After over ten years and countless amounts of dirty talk, it still got her off.  She moaned loudly as she began shaking on top of him, her orgasm coursing through her.  “Fuuuuuuuck, Morgan,” she mewled out.
“That’s my good girl,” he cooed.
Bee couldn’t help but smile at his words as she came down from her orgasm.  Eventually, she lay down at Morgan’s side, cuddling up to him.  One of Morgan’s arms wrapped around her, while another rested between her legs, feeling her wetness.  Morgan kissed her.  “I love you so much,” she mumbled against his lips.
“I love you too.”
There was a few minutes of silence as they both caught their breaths, Morgan kissing her a few more times.  Before Bee could get too comfortable, she looked at Morgan.  “I think I’m gonna take a shower before Andy wakes up.”
Morgan smiled.  “Wish I could join you.”
After about half an hour, Bee emerged from the bathroom, he hair wet but brushed through, a new pair of pyjamas on her.  “You think Andy’s awake yet?” she asked as she made her way back towards the bed.  
As if on cue, they heard the door from Andy’s room burst open.  “Here comes the earthquake,” Morgan mumbled into his pillow as the heavy footsteps of Andy were heard running down the hallway.  Bee chuckled at all the noise his little feet made; she couldn’t believe someone so small could make so much noise.
The door burst open.  “Mommy!  Daddy!” he scurried over, immediately climbing into the bed.  “I have B…B…Brucey with me!” he screamed.  A loud, happy meow from Bruce followed.  “Brucey slept in my b…bed last night.”
“Is that a little bear I hear sneaking into my bed?” Morgan asked.  The second he saw Andy let go of Bruce, Morgan growled like a bear and wrapped his arms around his son dramatically, pulling him into the bed and against his chest.  Andy began to laugh uncontrollably as Morgan began kissing him all over.  Andy tried to get away but Morgan was too strong, squeezing him even tighter as he peppered him with kisses.  Bee took the opportunity to slip her hand into the drawer of her bedside table and pull out a single small chocolate egg, placing it on top of the table for Andy to find.
When Morgan stopped peppering his son with kisses, he turned over onto his back and lifted Andy up on his legs like an airplane.  Andy couldn’t stop laughing as Morgan held his hands.  “You remember what today is, big man?”
Andy nodded his head.  “T…Today is Easter.”
“Are you excited for everybody to be at our house?” Bee finally piped up after looking on adoringly at her two boys.  “Aunt Angie, Uncle Mason, and Leon, Grandma Shirley and Grandpa Andy and--”
“Mama, what’s that?” he asked, pointing to something behind her.
Bee smiled.  She turned around dramatically to look at what he was pointing to: the little chocolate egg she had put on the bedside table.  “Where?”
“There,” he pointed again.  Morgan lowered him.  “Mama, is that…d…did the Easter b…b…bunny come to our house?!”
“I think so!”
Andy’s eyes lit up like fireworks.  He looked down at his dad.  “Dada, we need to f…find all the eggs!”
“Let’s go!”
***
Saturday, July 1st, 2028
“Mommyyyyyy!  I see f…f…fishies!” Andy screamed excitedly as he bent over the boat to look in the water.  Morgan held Andy in his arms, leaning him over the boat to see the water and look at whatever fish Andy saw (or didn’t really see).  
“Be careful!” she yelled out to him.  “Don’t go too far over!”
“Mommy come see the fishies!”
“Mommy can’t come right now,” she said, resting her hand on her large bump.  “You need to tell mommy what you see.”
Andy looked back dramatically at his mom.  Clearly he did not like her answer.  “Is it because of b…baby?” he asked.
“No, boobear.”
Andy wiggled out of Morgan’s arms and walked over the Bee resting on the back bench of the boat.  He placed his hands on the sides of her bump and put his face right next to it.  “Baby…we’re in V…V…Vancouver and we’re on a b…boat,” Andy said into Bee’s bump.  “You have to be s…safe on a boat.  You have to wear a lifejacket so you don’t f…f…fall into the water.  Stop moving so mommy can see the f…fishies!”
Bee couldn’t help but chuckle.  “It’s not because of the baby, Andy.”
“Then why c…can’t you come?”
“Mommy is very tired because I didn’t sleep well last night,” she said.  
“Because of the baby!”
“No!” she couldn’t help but giggle.  “You silly boy.  It’s not because of the baby.”
Andy turned back and made his way back towards Morgan with his hands up, signalling that he wanted to be picked up again.  As Morgan did so, he bent Andy over the edge of the boat again.  “W…Where did the fishes go?” he asked.
“I think they swam away,” Morgan said.
“We have to go f…find them!” Andy exclaimed, looking at his dad.  “Did they go to their h…h…home?”
“I think so.”
“Dada…do the f…fishies live like where Nemo lives?”
Morgan chuckled to himself.  “No boobear.  These fish live here in Vancouver.  Nemo lives all the way on the other side of the Pacific Ocean in a place called Australia, in the Great Barrier Reef.”
“C…Can we go there?”
“Maybe one day,” Morgan kissed Andy’s cheek.  “You wanna go find Nemo?”
Andy nodded his head.  “I wanna find Nemo and D…D…Dory and the sea turtles!” he exclaimed.  “We go with m…mamma and my new b…brother or sister.”
“That sounds like an amazing family trip,” Morgan commented.  “Can Grandma Shirley and Grandpa Andy come too?”
“Yup!”
“What about Aunt Angie and Uncle Mason?”
“Of course!” he exclaimed like it was the most obvious thing in the world, causing Morgan to chuckle again.  “My best friend Leon has to come with us!”
“Then it’s set!” he pulled Andy from over the boat to walk back towards where Bee was sitting.  “Guess what mama!  Pack your bags!  We’re going to Australia!”
***
Monday, July 31st, 2028
Morgan could see the eyes and hair of Andy looking over the ledge of the skating rink at Hollyburn Country Club as he skated around the ice, doing a few warm-up laps with the other skaters so Andy could see him skate before trying to skate himself.  Morgan waved at his son, and began to make his way over to where he was.  
Andy didn’t move from standing on his tiptoes, looking past the ledge onto the ice, even as Morgan skated towards him, opening the gate and walking onto the soft ground.  “Did you see me wave, Andy?” he asked.
“Yeah.”
“Did you see Grandma and Grandpa out there?”
“Yeah.”
“Are you ready to skate just like daddy?”
Andy didn’t respond.  He looked out onto the ice for a few more seconds before slowly making his way over to the bench, sitting in front of Morgan who was already ready with the skates in his hand.  As Morgan shoved them on and began tightening them, Andy became nervous.  He tried to look over his shoulder to see if he could see the ice again, but he couldn’t.  That made him all the more nervous.  He looked back at his dad, shoving the other lace onto his left foot now.
“Dada…” Andy said uneasily, looking down at the skate Morgan was already tying up on his feet.  
“Yeah, boobear?”
“I’m s…s…scared.”
The second the words escaped from Andy’s mouth, Morgan stopped his movements.  He set down his foot gently as he looked at Andy worriedly.  “Why are you scared?”
The small pout that formed on his face said enough.  “What if I’m not g…good at skating like the other kids like I’m not good at t…t…talking like the other kids?”
Morgan’s heart broke into a million pieces.  “Oh, Andy…” he said as Andy shed a tear.  “Andy, that doesn’t matter at all.”
“I want to t…t…talk like all th…th…the other k…k…kids but I c…c…can’t, no matter how h…hard I t…t…try.”
Morgan moved closer to his son so he could hug him tightly.  He hugged him for such a long time, but Andy didn’t pull away as he cried on Morgan’s shoulder.  Morgan snaked his hand underneath the Rielly jersey his son wore to rub his back soothingly.  “It’s okay, Andy.  It’s okay,” he cooed over and over.  “Andy, I want you to listen to me, okay?  Look at me,” he said, finally pulling away.  He wiped the tears away from Andy’s eyes and cheeks before he could continue.  “It doesn’t matter that you stutter and the other kids don’t.  It doesn’t matter at all.  Remember how mommy and I say that what you say is more important than how you say it?” Morgan asked.  Andy nodded his head.  “That’s what matters, boobear.  You’re still such a smart boy.  You’re so smart and you’re so nice to all the other boys and girls.  And you have so many friends who love you.  You have your best friend Leon and you have Jace, and Isabella, and Henry and Jacob and Naylah and – Andy, listen.  You’re always good enough, okay?  You’re always good enough.”
“Okay…” he said, his voice still a bit uneasy.  “But dada, wh…what if I can’t s…s…skate like you can?  Or like J…Jace?  Jace is good at s…s…skating.”
“Then that’s okay, boobear,” Morgan said.  “You just have to try.  If you never try then you never know if you can do it, right?”
“Right.”
“You wanna know a secret?”
Andy’s eyes went wide.  “What?”
“One day, Grandpa Andy counted how many times I fell on my bum when I learned how to skate,” he said.  “Guess what the number was.”
“F…Five?”
“One hundred and seventy two,” Morgan said dramatically, causing Andy’s jaw to drop.  “One hundred and seventy two!  But guess what?  Daddy got up one hundred and seventy three times.  Daddy kept trying and trying and trying and eventually, daddy learned how to skate.”
“And now daddy is a hockey player,” Andy said matter-of-factly.
“That’s right,” Morgan smiled.  “So it doesn’t matter if you fall, Andy.  It doesn’t even matter if you don’t like hockey.  That’s okay too.  But you have to try.”  Morgan could feel a new sense of confidence emanating from Andy as he finished his story.  Andy looked determined and ready.  “Are you ready to try skating, Andy?”
“Yes dada.  I’m ready.”
***
Tuesday, August 1st, 2028
“Take a deep breath in…and push for one…two…three…”
“AAAAAOOOOOWWWWW!!!!!”
“Five…six…seven…”
“You’re doing amazing, Bumblebee.  Amazing.”
“Push again for one…two…three…four…four…four--”
Blood-curdling cries filled the room.  Bee opened her eyes to see a baby being held in front of her – a beautiful, healthy baby screaming at the top of it’s lungs.  From beside her, Morgan smiled.
“It’s a girl!” one of the nurses announced, laying their baby girl down on Bee’s chest, facing Morgan.  She wailed and wailed and wailed, and Bee cried and cried and cried.  Morgan looked into the eyes of his daughter and started crying too.  
He had a daughter.  A daughter.  
“Hey dad – one more time,” the doctor said as she held out a pair of surgical scissors for Morgan to snip the umbilical cord.  He did so while the other nurses tended to Bee and the baby, sucking the mucus out of her mouth and nose and wiping her down just like they did Andy when he was born.  
Despite the actions of everyone working around him, Morgan couldn’t take his eyes off his daughter.  He knew they’d have to take her away soon to weigh and measure her, but he became entranced with her, and the fact that he now had a daughter – he was the father to a son and a daughter – to call his own.  
“Mrs. Rielly, we’ll just take her to measure and weigh, then bring her back wrapped for you,” one of the nurses said.  
When the baby was gone, Bee looked to Morgan.  He leaned down and gave her a big kiss.  “I’m a mom to a daughter,” she whispered.  “Morgan I…I have a daughter.”
“You’re a mom to a daughter, Bumblebee,” he kissed her again quickly.  “You’re going to be amazing.”
***
“Okay, we have to be quiet as we go inside.  Baby might be sleeping,” Shirley said as she walked behind little Andy and big Andy.  She could tell Andy was trying to maintain his composure and not do his little excited hops as they walked into the room.  When they turned the corner, they saw Morgan holding the baby in his arms, lying in bed next to Bee who was looking on lovingly.  When the couple noticed everybody enter the room, they smiled.
“Hey boobear,” Bee smiled from ear to ear, her voice still a little strained.  “Do you want to come meet your baby sister?”
“I have b…b…baby sister?”
“Yes boobear.  Come here.  Come sit on mommy’s lap,” Bee patted.
Shirley lifted him up onto the bed as Morgan gave the baby to Bee to show Andy.  Andy looked on wide-eyed at the little baby in his mommy’s hands.  “She’s g…girl like Isabella?”
Bee couldn’t help but chuckle slightly.  “Mhm.  This is your sister Maia.  Maia Claire Rielly.”
“M…M…Maia,” Andy repeated.  “Mama, I be good b…big brother to Maia.”
“I know you will,” Bee kissed the top of his head.  
“You wanna give Maia a kiss?” Morgan asked.
Andy bent down and placed a light kiss on her forehead.  “Hi M…Maia.  I’m your brother Andy.  You’re in V…V…Vancouver right now.  But we live in T…T…Toronto.”  He stopped suddenly, realizing something very, very important.  “Dada, we t…take Maia home or she have to st…st…stay here?!”
Everybody laughed at Andy’s question.  “Maia is coming home with us to Toronto, boobear.  Don’t worry.”
***
Monday, September 18, 2028
“…and, you know, we’re just ready to get started, get going out there, making sure we get things done the way we want,” Morgan answered the latest reporter’s question in the media scrum following the opening day of training camp.  
“Morgan --” a new reporter interrupted Paul Hendrick, “we saw that your family grew this summer with the arrival of your baby girl.”
Morgan couldn’t help the smile that overtook his face as the words left the reporter’s mouth.  He knew it would be brought up because, unfortunately, a picture had leaked.  An “extended family portrait”, so to speak: a picture of John, Aryne, Jace, and Isabella; Angie, Mason, and Leon; Morgan, Bee, Andy, and Maia; and Tyler, all hanging out in Aryne and John’s backyard at Jace’s birthday party last week.  “Ah, thanks.  We did have a baby girl.  It feels great.”
“Mom and baby are doing well?”
“Sure are,” he kept smiling, looking at the reporters to change the subject.
“Do you want to speak a bit about it so--”
“No.  We’re not going to talk about that.  But mom and baby are healthy.  Big brother is happy he’s got a sibling.  We’ll leave it at that.”
***
It’s a girl!
Morgan and Briony Rielly, along with big brother Andrew John, are delighted to announce the birth of their daughter, Maia Claire Rielly, born August 1st, 2028 at 3:42 pm, weighing 8lbs, 12oz, in Vancouver, British Columbia at the B.C. Women’s Hospital and Health Centre.
Maia is welcomed into the Rielly family by her loving grandparents Andrew and Shirley Rielly.  She is also welcomed into the extended Toronto Maple Leafs and MLSE family.  Morgan and Briony would like to thank the staff at the B.C. Women’s Hospital and Health Centre for their hard work and dedication to the medial profession.
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Fuck recoveries.  
They were long, difficult, painful, and boring. And that was without counting the insufferable amount of people constantly coming and going. Cheering, talking, bringing useless things, offering nonsense, trying to be useful when they were the exact opposite.  
That’s why Andrew preferred to stay with Neil at night when things went quiet and no one but him could bring the striker out from his panic attacks or his stubbornness for keep pushing when he was supposed to be resting.  
Some of those nights were actually good. They got to spend time alone. They could talk. Andrew would tell in full detail what he did to keep Neil safe. The boy would listen and maybe, he would offer a memory or two from his years on the run. The places he went to, the landscapes he saw, the good thing he had.  
Other nights weren’t so good. Neil would wake up screaming, drenched in sweat, glassy eyes, and shaking hands, desperate to get up, to run again, to do something, and Andrew would grab his neck, force him to breathe, make him focus on one thing only instead of the full road ahead. Make Neil see his achievements and not the losses until he was calm enough to sleep again.  
There were fewer occasions when the terror in Neil’s eyes won’t leave him as one nightmare overlapped with another, and the pain returned fresh like Riko was still chaining him to a bed to use his body as a canvas for his knife skills, making Neil fight against the cuffs pinning him on site and rubbing raw his skin. Shouting until his voice was gone or a heavy cane, mad because of the noise, would beat him unconscious for Riko to keep doing his will on a marred and limp body without restrictions.  
On those few nights, Andrew would ask, force an answer from Neil’s fright, and the blond would climb to the bed and sit beside his frightened pipe dream, allowing him to grab Andrew like a lifesaver. Those rare times were also terrifying for Andrew. He never pictured Neil like the type who cried. As tears wet his jeans, the twin would make his best to offer comfort, even if he didn’t know how. He would streak the auburn locks, let the striker squeeze his arms and hands, allow him to hold onto his waist like Andrew was the only thing who could keep the both afloat until the memories resided and his breath became even again.  
That’s how the next fifteen nights went by, and then, Neil was allowed to go home.  
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Neil’s release is on Saturday. After tons of arrangements, several arguments, and a few knives out to make some points clear, Andrew is driving to Abby’s place. The auburn-haired fast asleep on the backseat, cuddled with the bunch of blankets and pillows that Andrew shoved in for him.  
He is being extra careful on the way to avoid startling Neil. Even Nicky is silent during the ride and although Kevin and the twin are again on sort of speaking terms, the big man has very clear that  Exy won’t be an accepted topic yet. Maybe not ever. There is still a long way to go for that, and no one is ready. But banning the talk doesn’t necessarily mean that he is going to be useful or smart anytime soon.  
When they arrive, Aaron heads straight for the house without losing a second. At least he leaves the door open. Nicky and Kevin rush to the trunk to get out Neil’s things and the fucking wheelchair. Andrew really wants to shove it inside of their asses. And for the millionth time in the past weeks, he wants to bring Riko back to life and kill him over and over until he gets tired, which is  highly  unlikely after all the damage he managed to cause.  
By the time Andrew makes it to the back seat, Neil is flinching at the sight of the chair.  
“Yes or no?”  
Scared glassy eyes turn to Andrew, then the fucking chair again, and back to the blond. “No.”  
It’s too easy to take the damned thing out of the way and scoop Neil up. He is still too skinny, so it takes no effort for Andrew to carry him inside and place the man on a bed in the room that used  t o be Andrew’s when he stays for holidays.  
In a couple of minutes Neil is settled, and the rest of the day goes by between visits and Abby’s care. Andrew tries to vanish a couple of times, but the striker asks him to stay every time, so the blond stays until they are left alone again and Neil asks him to get by his side.  
As Neil is about to fall asleep, Andrew allows himself to get lost in his new features. The sharp cheekbones, the hair that seems darker in the dim light of dusk, his eyelashes extending over the fucking four tattoo. The scars that frame his jaw, his eyes, his nose. It’s almost too much to bear. The blond has the sudden urge-as he’s had for the past weeks-to make Neil wake up and ask for a kiss. Or two. Or a lifetime of them, if truth needs to be told.  
Being like this, it’s too hard to remember that he wants nothing, and yet, the pipe dream proved to be real, so it catches Andrew off guard finding himself about to brush his lips over the reddish hair. He is even more surprised by what he discovers in his faint slip.  
“When the fuck was the last time you got a shower?”  
“ Mmm ?” He was probably already asleep, judging by his hoarse mumble. “I don’t know. I didn’t like everyone’s hands on me.”  
Andrew starts moving before he can give much thought to what he is about to do and gets out of the bedroom to get ready everything he needs.  
When he gets back, Neil is cuddled against the pillows. It’s almost cruel to disturb him when he looks so peaceful, but he  stinks . There is no softness in Andrew when he rips the blankets from him. “Yes or no?”  
Neil blinks once. Twice. It’s the first time he sees Andrew without his armbands. Icy blue eyes are awake again and traveling the lines that the twin carved over and over so many years ago, when shouting and crying and fighting wasn’t enough to let all of his pain out. Lines that were cut open again in December by Proust, while Neil was thinking that his sacrifice had been respected.  
“Yes?”  
“Try again until I believe you.”  
“Yes,” He repeats, more secure.  
Andrew lifts Neil again and heads to the bathroom.  
“Can you stand for a while?” Neil nods.  
The twin takes off Neil’s socks before placing his feet gently on the floor. The boy is as unsteady as a newborn deer, but he holds tight to the sink. Andrew turns on the shower and gets back to undress his striker. He takes his time. He tries to fool himself thinking it’s because he wants to be careful, but he is also taking in every inch of Neil.  
Awe and hatred fight inside his belly, the same way that beauty and brutality mix in the striker’s body. Andrew contemplates every scar and bruise, old and new.  
His deal with the  Moriyamas wasn’t fair. They should’ve granted him a full year to make the job as painful as it could be, for as long as it could be, in order to try to make them suffer as much as Neil has along his life.  
A trembling hand clenching the collar of his shirt snaps Andrew back to the bathroom. The touch wasn’t allowed, but it doesn't feel bad. In fact, he wants more, but Neil can’t hold himself anymore.  
The blond carries him again and places the skinny body on the plastic chair he got inside before. Then, he gets rid of his shoes and socks and decides at the last moment that he doesn’t want the feel of wet pants, so he takes them off too. There is something in his face that wants to resemble a smile when Neil swallows at the sight of his bare legs. He steps in.  
In theory, Neil has enough strength and he’s been to sufficient therapies to work through a shower on his own, but Andrew wants to try and see if whatever is fluttering inside of him gets bored with the tasks, or gets to summersault as it does with anything concerning Neil Josten.  
He works efficiently through his hair and limbs and lets the striker take care of the rest.  
The deep red marks on both of Neil’s ankles make Andrew kneel in front of him and inspect them closely. During the stay at the hospital,  amputation  was an ugly word repeated constantly on Neil’s back. Fortunately, the gashes are healing. Too slow, but steady, and the blond can release some tension he didn’t know he was carrying.  
Then, all his thoughts turn into white noise when he gets distracted by the striker's  crotch.  
Hunger that Andrew thought was well satisfied growls furious inside. He uppers his gaze to regain control, but Neil’s blushed cheeks and parted lips only make the hardness in his underwear get worse. He gets closer to that pretty mouth.  
“Yes or no?” He asks with a sharp breath.  
“Yes”.  
When their lips touch for the first time, is every bit as sweet and savory and delicious and addictive as Andrew had wondered since they met. Their tongues meet in a dance of doubt and delight. He wants more, so more. There is no room for nothing inside of him anymore. Not after everything is filled by the man in front of him.
Neil has his scarred hands holding at the sides of the seat. Andrew releases his hold on the back of the chair and takes the boney fingers in his to guide them towards his neck. “Only shoulders and up.” he indicates with a jagged breath before taking another try of Neil’s mouth.  
Hands get tangled behind his neck for a moment before making way up through his half-wet hair. They curl and tug and dig deep into his scalp.  
Next time he opens his eyes to get some air back, he notices the striker is hard as himself. He takes a hand closer to the boy’s thigh, without touching, but the message is clear. “Yes or no?”  
The grin he receives is enough to light the whole house. “Yes. Always yes.”  
The urge in both is thicker than the vapor around. However, Andrew wants to savor the moment in case there is no replay because  if he has learned something, is that every pipe dream always  vanishes .  
His hands cradle Neil’s hips. They are narrow and sharp. Several pounds below healthy, and beautiful regardless of the rips in his skin. His thumbs work slow circles around, finding without rush what they come from. Expert fingers take care of teasing the dream’s lower body while the twin leaves a trail of kisses along every reachable scar. Skin below his  lips shudders depending on the place, but there’s never a call to stop as he leaves a trail of goosebumps, so Andrew goes back down, down, down, down, and swallows him whole.  
It’s not forced. It’s not an experiment. If heaven existed, that must be what it tastes like.  
The grip on his neck turns stronger as Neil gets closer and the hungry beast roaring inside of Andrew curls in pleasure once the striker has his release.  
The blond has no intention of taking time to kiss his way back up again, so he clashes Neil’s mouth with another kiss.  
“Do you want me to-” Andrew doesn’t let him finish the question. He goes in for another of his perfect kisses while his hand leaves Neil's hips to take care of his own needs. He wants Neil to do anything and everything to him of course. But not now. Not when he is still weak. Not after having so many boundaries pushed in one night. In the past weeks.  
Andrew can’t tell yet what it means.    
When he finishes, his breath is shaking against the arm with which he held to the back of the chair. Lips on his neck startle him. He really wants to be angry, but it’s impossible with those bright eyes bringing light to every shadow of his soul. He swallows and stands before he loses the last thread of control left.  
Andrew helps Neil get dry and dressed. The boy is too tired to stand again, but neither care. The blond spares a glance to see if there’s anyone around, and when he makes sure the path is clear, he carries Neil back to the bedroom. His head rests on Andrew’s shoulder and he notices the moment when the  auburn-haired  falls asleep in his arms.  
It’s harder than it should place the sleeping striker on the bed instead of keep cradling him, but Andrew is getting cold and a shower on his own should be enough to ease his nerves standing on edge after feeling  so much.  He thought that wasn’t possible, and there was Neil Josten to prove him  wrong  again.  
Once he finishes cleaning and dressing, the twin wants to grab some food, but light blue cuts his path. “Sleep with me?”  
There is a small smile behind the exhaustion and Andrew know as he approaches the bed and gets into the covers, when a “yes or no” is thrown at him and he has an arm holding him like he is something precious, that he belongs  to the pipe dream and there is nothing he won’t do to keep that smile on his face.  
That night, was a good night.  
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Behind the Scenes pt.2
synopsis: same as yesterday folks
warning: if you hate camila, dont read this
wc: 2k
{Materlist in Bio}
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You were sitting on the floor next to Andrew on set, slumped against some counter at the diner you were filming at.
Shawn and Camila were sitting at one of the booths, waiting for instructions as Shawn played with Camila’s hands. Camila put her hands up and let them roam Shawn’s face, constantly poking an eye or sticking her finger in his nose. Camila giggled whenever Shawn would push her hands away because she knew she was going to keep doing it anyways.
You put your head against Andrew’s shoulder, growing tired of waiting for something to do. “You doing ok, kid?” Andrew brought up a hand to brush away the hair sticking to your forehead from the heat.
You were always like this, very touchy feely. Whenever you got used to someone it was always linking pinkies, napping on shoulders, cuddling, hair playing, you name it. Obviously with the other person’s consent, but no one on Shawn’s team seemed to mind.
“Hmm, I’m good. Might turn into a puddle, though.” The big industrial type fans were pointed at Shawn and Camila and all the high tech equipment. The diner they chose seemed to be behind in the air conditioning department, which meant sweltering heat for the rest of you.
Andrew chuckled and offered to get you some water, but you refused. You got up and walked towards the booth your boyfriend was sitting in. They were still figuring out lighting and the like, so you had time to enjoy a little bit of the cool breeze the studded stars were offered.
“Hey, baby.” Shawn grinned when he noticed you walking over.
One of his hands let go of Camila’s and reached for you, the other still tangled in the girl’s fingers. “Hello, my love. You bored yet.” You took a seat in front of Shawn and held his hand across the table. You slipped off your shoes and propped your feet up in Camila’s lap.
Shawn looked at you with that look. You know the look. The look that made you feel like you could do anything and everything. Like you were the only thing that boy needed for the rest of his life. The look that sent fireworks through your veins because you knew. You just knew he was going to say something that would bring all the blood rushing to your head within seconds.
“Always bored when I’m not with you, pretty girl.”
There it was. All the air in your lungs got knocked out of you and you felt your face heat up like a thousand suns. Such simple words had you so discombobulated.
Camila pouted, looking up at Shawn from her place on his chest. “You never call me pretty girl.” You all knew she was simply joking, teasing Shawn for being so love struck.
“Cause you aren’t a pretty girl.” Shawn smirked, flicking Camila against her forehead with the hand that was previously holding hers.
“Hey!” You and Camila both said in unison, she with a little more edge. You chuckled and leaned back in your seat. “Don’t be rude to Mila, baby. You still owe her after you dropped her at the studio.”
“Excuse you, but me eating 300 mints today is enough to pay my debt. I could have eaten a tuna sandwich for breakfast. Bet you would have loved that, eh Mila?”
“You wouldn’t dare.” Camila glared at him, rising from her place in his lap.
“Mila, if you press it, he definitely would. This is a working diner. You still have some scenes left.” You knew Shawn had taken all these things into consideration when you had entered the set this morning. The boy was incredibly easy to read. At least to you, he was.
Camila’s eyes went wide as she realized how easily Shawn could have her smelling his horrid breath all day. “Fine, I didn’t wanna be called pretty girl anyways.” Shawn giggled in response, loving the control he would have over his co-star for the rest of the day.
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Shawn was sitting on the motorcycle in front of the green screen, Anna trying to powder his face on the side, while you were standing off to the side with Camila’s mother.
“Oh, she loves it when I come.” Shawn burst out his favorite lyric from the song, runs and everything, with a boyish grin on his face. It was his favorite set of lyrics for a reason. The reason being that he’s a twenty year old man child. Anna struggled to powder Shawn’s forehead because his excitement (from the lyrics) caused him to stand up tall enough where she couldn’t reach it.
“Shawn, let the woman do her job.” You called out. Shawn sat back down and let Anna powder his forehead.
When she was done, Shawn looked over at you from his seat on the bike. “Come here, pretty girl.”
That little fucker knew what that nickname did to you. He was definitely using it to his advantage.
It took your brain a millisecond to decide to walk over to Shawn, the nickname clearly doing it’s job. By the time you walked over, the makeup artist had gone off to do something else, giving you and Shawn a mild version of privacy on the crowded set. As soon as you were in arm’s reach, Shawn put his hand on your waist and pulled you into his side.
Shawn was looking up at you with that look. Emphasis on the up because rarely was it like this. You looking down at Shawn, Shawn looking up at you. You liked the tiny bit of height difference even though he was still almost your height sitting down. “I’m so fucked for you.” Shawn mumbled. You felt your face heat up once more from Shawn’s words. Your eyes flitted down to his lips quickly, it wasn’t for long but Shawn noticed. The boy noticed everything about you. He couldn’t help himself.
His tongue darted out to wet his lips almost instinctively. He pulled you down and pressed his lips to yours. “I’m so fucked for you, too.” You giggled against his lips, bumping your nose against his.
“Fucked for each other, it seems.” Shawn smiled, forehead against your own.
“It seems.” You hummed, looking into his beautiful eyes. 
After a few moments of just looking into his eyes and him looking into yours (you would’ve gagged if you were to walk by major pda like this), you looked down at the bike and your eyes gleamed. “Can I get on?”
“You wanna get on the bike?” Shawn asked, leaning away from you. You nodded in response. “Front or back?” Shawn asked but he already knew your answer. He always knew. He was scooting to the back before you said, “Front.”
You loved being held, especially being held by Shawn. You climbed on with Shawn’s help, your front facing his. You placed your hands on his chest only for Shawn to cover them with his enormous hands, completely hiding yours from view. “I’m loving the bad boy Shawn vibes I’m getting from this.” You grinned.
“Oh, yeah? Maybe I should get a motorcycle then. You’d be drooling all over me.” He chuckled, looking down at you through his loose curls.
“True.” You hummed, pushing his curls away from his eyes and running your fingers through them, making Shawn drop his hands into his lap. He placed them on your hips, thumb teasing at your skin beneath your shirt. “But you’d have to wear a helmet. Karen would kill you if you didn’t.”
“Yeah, she would. And Aaliyah would die to go for a ride. You know I can’t say no to her.” You nodded, knowing his little sister had him wrapped around her finger. “Mum would kill me if I did, though. Too much responsibility. Taking her on a ride with me.”
“On second thought, maybe you shouldn’t get a motorcycle. I don’t think helmet hair suits me.” You mumbled.
“I think everything suits you, my love.” Shawn placed a kiss on your head, pulling you closer to his chest.
“You have to say that, you’re in love with me.” You rolled your eyes.
“Exactly, so no one else’s opinion matters but mine.” 
“I guess you’re right, pretty boy.” You felt Shawn’s hands tighten against your skin at the new nickname, the heat from his face easily distinguishable as he tucked his face into the crook of your neck. Oh.
You would definitely be keeping that in mind for future reference. Pretty boy. Who knew?
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Shawn and Camila were goofing off in front of the green screen again. The last scene was being filmed and you would hopefully wrap up with music video tonight. You walked over to your boyfriend with Anna. She was going to fix Camila’s lipstick and Shawn’s concealer.
“y/n, blend out lover boy’s under eyes. I need to do Camila.” You gladly took the brush Anna handed to you and held Shawn’s chin in your hand. 
You began brushing out the edges, trying not to look Shawn in the eyes because you knew he was giving you the look. Ugh, this boy was unbearable. “You should always do my makeup, pretty girl.” 
“Shawn, do not go and just give my job away. I need it.” Anna spoke through the tube of lipstick she had stuck in her mouth. She was holding the wand up to Camila’s face, expertly painting her lips. 
Shawn rolled his eyes. “Ugh, I forgot you existed.”
“Mm, too busy drooling over his pretty girl.” Camila teased, smacking her lips after Anna finished with her. You put the brush in Anna’s bag and gave your friend a look to let up with the teasing.
Shawn smirked and pulled you closer into his chest. “Don’t give her that look, you know she’s right.”
Anna was zipping up her bag when Shawn’s hand came to stop her. “Anna, you didn’t do her highlight. Can I?” 
Anna looked back up at Camila to see that Shawn was right. She took out her little custom palette she had for Camila’s powders. She handed Shawn the palette and her highlight brush. “Be quick, they want to start in a few minutes.”
Shawn nodded as he accepted the items from the makeup artist. He dipped the brush into the highlight shade, tapping it on the side of the plastic compact to remove the excess. He lightly went over Camila’s cheekbones, cupid’s bow, and the tip of her nose. 
Shawn looked over at you and you saw that gleam in his eye, the one that came out when he was excited to show you something. He put the palette in Anna’s bag with the brush and started rummaging around. “Come here, pretty girl.”
“What are you gonna do to me?” You gasped, watching as he pulled out a red tube. You thought it was lipstick, but he opened it to reveal an eyeliner tip. “Is that red liner?”
“Yeah, look it matches your shirt.” He smiled, looking down at your red shirt. 
“You know how to use that, bub?” You looked at the eyeliner warily, almost like it was a weapon. 
Shawn grinned in response. “You’re gonna shit your pants when you see how good I can do this.” 
You looked between Shawn and the eyeliner for a few seconds before relenting and letting him massacre your face. You closed your eyes and felt him come closer, placing the thin brush against your lash line. He slowly pulled back moments later, telling you it was safe to open your eyes. 
Shawn held up a palette with a mirror for you to look at his masterpiece, you were pleasantly surprised. “Consider my pants shitted in. Wow, I didn’t think you had it in you, pretty boy.” Shawn blushed at the compliment and the nickname, rubbing the back of his neck bashfully. He placed the liner and the palette back in Anna’s bag before she rushed off, being needed somewhere else on set.
Camila’s eyebrows raised slightly at the new nickname. “Pretty boy, eh?”
“Mm, it’s cute, isn’t it?” You asked, biting your lip at the sight of the blushing boy. “My pretty boy.” Shawn’s red cheeks deepened in color, you laughed at the sight. Shawn whined at you to stop, pulling you into him and placing his face into the crook of your neck again.
Very much a pretty boy.
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thankyou for reading, my loves. a quick little thing for the second part of the bts video. idk where all the inspiration is coming from tbh, but im not complaining lol. send me your favorite line if you wanna. also ugh when i wrote the last 300 words or so i went to copy the whole thing to paste it in a pages docu to see the word count but instead of hitting copy i hit paste and when i hit undo i lost the last 300 words and ughh i got so annoyed i rewrote it so its good but still. update, they weren’t the last 300 words cuz i added some more lol. update, added a bit more again woopsies.
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