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let-me-luve-you · 4 years ago

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Oscars Over Birthdays

Tom x Sister

Summary: The day Tom gets fantastic news is the same day your family forgot about your birthday.

Warnings: forgotten birthday, angst, slight cussing, rude family, fluff ending

MASTERLIST

You woke up and smiled as you smelled Sam cooking your favorite breakfast meal, cinnamon waffles. Tom introduced you to them on your grub tour in New York City. Weirdly enough, only the two of you liked them. The rest of the family didn’t. You quickly got dressed and had to stop yourself from running downstairs. You walked into the kitchen with a smile on your face seeing all four brothers and your parents there.

“What do we have here? Is that cinnamon waffles I smell?” You asked, faking confusion as why your favorite breakfast was being made.

“We have some celebrating to do Y/N.” Dom said, smiling at you.

“Tom has been nominated for an Oscar.” Nikki said. You looked at Tom shocked.

“Oh my gosh T!” You said running over to him to give him a hug. “That’s amazing! I’m so proud of you.”

“Thanks Y/N/N.” He smiled at you.

You walked over to the counter and made you a plate. Sam smiled at you as you grabbed a couple of extra waffles. “Eat up Y/N. I’m making a big dinner tonight. Everyone is coming.”

“Really?” You said trying to hide the smile of maybe your family was going to surprise you with a small party.

“Yup. Haz, Tuwaine, and the rest of the gang will be here.” Harry said.

“Cool.” You said trying not to sound hurt. You sat through breakfast and everyone just talked about Tom’s nomination and the rest of the nominations. You were quieter than normal, but your family didn’t notice.

You got a text around lunchtime from your best friend Ryann. It was always tradition to go out and eat on each other’s birthdays. No matter what your schedules were.

“Hey Y/N.” She said as you sat across from her at your favorite Italian restaurant. “How’s your birthday so far? What did your parents get you? What did your brothers get you?”

You sighed, “it’s been alright. I haven’t gotten anything. They haven’t even acknowledged my birthday yet. I thought maybe they would surprise me with dinner tonight when they mentioned Sam cooking, but they are doing it for Tom.”

“I saw that online this morning. I’m happy for him, but that’s no reason to forget your birthday.” Ryann said. You sighed once again and nodded in agreement. “Well you know what, forget it. I’ll give you the best birthday ever just with my presence.”

“My day is already better.” You said with a laugh, but you actually meant it. Throughout lunch, you and Ryann joked around and talked. You hadn't seen her in over a week due to her work schedule working against yours. It was nice to catch up in person.

“Here. I know you told me not to buy you anything, but I couldn’t help myself. Now after you telling me about your morning, I’m glad I did.” She said handing you a gift bag with Happy Birthday on it. You gave her a glare but she could see happiness in your eyes.

You took out the tissue paper and pulled out a basket with a bunch of small gifts in it. You saw a bath bomb with some bath salts, all of your favorite snacks, the new Ryan Reynolds movie, and an envelope. You gently set the basket onto the table and pulled out the card. You felt the thickness of it and glanced up at your friend. Ryann just smirked at you as you opened the card and saw a bunch of gift cards to your favorite restaurants, your favorite cafe, and your favorite shops.

“You didn’t?” You asked, shocked seeing the multiple different gift cards.

“Oh but I did because you deserve it.” She said smiling brightly at you.

“I don’t deserve you.” You said as you started to tear up. “This is too much.”

“No it’s not. Plus it makes up for that trip to LA you bought me.” Ryann said matter of factly.

“I invited you to Tom’s premiere. It only made sense to pay for it.”

“Yeah, but then you continued to buy everything. Even bought my dress for the premiere.” She said with a raised eyebrow.

You sighed before setting the card down and getting up to hug her. “Thank you Ry. You’ve made this birthday one of the best.”

She looked at you sadly, “I’m here to always make your days better.” You grabbed your gift and moved to exit the restaurant. Ryann followed. “Will you let me know how it goes with your family?”

“Yeah. Hopefully they’ve remembered by now.” You said sadly. “You’re welcome to come over for dinner tonight. Tom won’t be mad at you crashing his celebration dinner.”

“I’m meeting with Jake tonight or I would.” She said. When she looked up at you she added, “but I can reschedule. He’ll understand.”

“No, don't do that. You two are so close to making it official, I don’t want to get in the way of that.”

“You would never get in the way. Jake likes you and he knows how much you mean to me.” Ryann said as you stopped at your car.

“Please don’t cancel on him.” You begged. “Just call me when you get home so I can hear all about it.”

“I will.” Ryann gave you one last hug before she walked to her car. You got into yours and drove to your house. When you walked in, you could hear a movie playing and the light sound of your family talking. You walked upstairs to your room to set your gift down. When you walked back downstairs, you decided to join Sam in the kitchen.

“Hey Sammy.” You said as you sat at the counter.

“Hey Y/N/N. Where have you been?” He asked. He kept his head down as he chopped the vegetables.

“Ryann took me to lunch.” You said.

“Fun. Hopefully you didn’t feel up too much? I’m cooking a big feast.” He said jokingly.

“I’ll always have room for your cooking. What are you making for dessert?” You asked, hoping maybe it would be your favorite pie or red velvet cupcakes.

“Crepe bar.” He said lifting his knife to point towards the table in the corner where the fillings already set. You stared at it for a moment so you could hide the disappointment from Sam.

“Yum. I love your crepes.” You turned and smiled at Sam. He smiled back. “What movie are they watching in there?”

“I think they’re watching that new KJ Apa movie. What is it?”

“Songbird?” You asked.

“Yeah that’s it’s. Have you seen it yet?” He asked.

“No but I’ve been wanting to. I’m not going to walk in there to start it in the middle. I’m going to go take a nap.” You said standing up. “Come get me when dinner is ready.”

“Okay, I will.” He said, turning towards the stove. You walked upstairs and went into your room. You felt tears building in your eyes but you refused to cry on your birthday. After shutting your door, you threw yourself onto your bed and pulled out your phone. You don’t get on social media much, but figured it was time just to do a quick check on all of it. You got on Twitter first and saw that Tom was trending. You clicked on it to see what everyone was saying.

Tom being nominated for an Oscar is what he deserves.

We stan an Oscar nominated king

You kept scrolling through the fans congratulating Tom when you saw one that caught your eye.

Tom being nominated for an Oscar on his sister’s (who’s his best friend) birthday is what I live for. Congrats Tom and happy birthday Y/N. You didn’t want to post until later tonight so you wouldn’t get bombarded with tweets, so you saved the tweet to thank the fan later. You then decided to search your name. You knew looking yourself up brought nothing but pain, but you wanted to see what people were saying. Seeing if anyone else wished you a happy birthday. What you didn’t expect was everyone hating on you for being the only family member that hadn’t posted about Tom’s nomination.

You knew it shouldn’t bother you because you had told Tom personally, but it hurt that these fans were saying such horrible things because you didn’t post on social media. You saw some try to defend you, but then you saw a fan had taken a picture of you and Ryann at lunch.

Y/N can’t congratulate Tom for his Oscar nomination but she can go out to lunch with a friend. What a bitch.

You immediately closed the app and took a deep breath. You’re not a bitch. You were spending your birthday with your best friend. There’s nothing wrong with that, you thought to yourself. You decide to delete the social media apps off your phone so you didn’t risk getting back on them today. You set your phone down and stared at the ceiling. Insecure thoughts flooding your mind.

You didn’t remember falling asleep but when you woke up you saw Tom smiling down at you. “It’s about time you woke up. I’ve been trying to wake you for five minutes.” He laughed.

“Sorry. I didn’t realize I fell asleep.” You whispered. Tom leaned down and kissed your forehead.

“Come on. Everyone is here and dinner is ready.” Tom said, pulling you up from the bed. “After dinner, we are getting a fire started in the backyard.” You smiled at him and followed him to the dining room.

You sat down and noticed all of your family sitting there with Tuwaine and Harrison sitting there as well. You could tell they were all waiting on you.

“Good nap Y/N?” Harry said laughing.

“Shut up.” You whispered as you stared at him.

“This dinner is for Tom.” Dom said, raising his glass to cheers Tom. “He worked his butt off to get to this point and it’s only the beginning. Cheers.”

“Cheers!” Everyone said as they held up their drinks. You turned and smiled at Tom.

“I know I said it earlier, but I’m extremely proud of you. I'm glad I have you as my role model. Love you.” You whispered and kissed his cheek.

“Thank you Y/N/N.” He said smiling at you. “I love you too.”

Dinner went by quickly with everyone talking and laughing. You couldn’t remember the last time you had all sat down and ate dinner like this. Now you all sat outside around the fire pit. You sat next to Tom and shared a blanket with him. You just sat back and watched everyone interact. You get lost in your thoughts wondering how your family could forget your birthday. After an hour of sitting there, you decided you would go to bed. Even though it was still early, you just wanted to be alone.

“It’s been fun you guys, but I’m off to bed.” You said.

“Are you sick? You’ve been sleeping a lot today.” Nikki said, full of worry.

“No, I'm not sick. Just didn’t get a lot of sleep last night.” You lied. “Thanks for dinner Sam. And congrats again Tom. I’ll see you in the morning.”

“Goodnight Y/N.” You heard everyone say. You walked up stairs and switched into pajamas. You were too mentally exhausted to shower. You figured you could just do it in the morning. Once your head hit your pillow, you were out.

Outside everyone kept talking. Harry was explaining something that he learned on set. Tom had heard the story a thousand times already so he pulled his phone out and got on Instagram for the first time today. He was scrolling through his timeline to see what his friends were doing when he came across a post Ryann had posted. He saw his sister smiling at the camera as she sat at a restaurant with a piece of cake in front of her with a sparkler candle on top. He looked at it confused and decided to slide through the multiple pictures. He saw one picture of her with a basket of goodies in front of her as she read a card. He scrolled down enough to see the caption.

A happiest 23rd birthday to my best friend and soulmate. I’m so lucky I got to spend time with you on your birthday. I love you and hope you have an amazing day.

Tom gulped as he stared at the phone with wide eyes. Paddy noticed his older brothers change in demeanor.

“What is it Tom?” Paddy asked concern. Tom looked up to him with pain lacing his eyes.

“Your nudes get leaked or something?” Harry joked. Nikki slapped him in the back of the head.

“It’s Y/N birthday.” Tom said. Everyone went silent. “We forgot her fucking birthday.” Tom stood up and paced. He was mad at himself for letting himself forget his best friend’s birthday. You and Tom had always been so close that everyone thought you were twins. You were only a year apart. It made sense that people would suggest that. Some even said they didn’t think Sam and Harry were the twins in the family.

“That’s why she’s been quiet today. We’re so horrible. I can’t believe I forgot my daughter’s birthday.” Nikki whispered more to herself but everyone heard. Tom looked at his parents and siblings before walking towards the house. He quickly walked in and ran to your room. He hoped you weren’t asleep yet. When he knocked on the door and didn’t get an answer, he decided to walk in. Your face was lit up from the lamp on your bedside table. What hurt Tom even more was he could see the tears that stained your face.

“Y/N?” He asked quietly. Thinking maybe you weren’t asleep. When he got no response and didn’t even see you flinch, he knew you were out for the night. He grabbed your extra pillow and blanket and sat next to your bed.

The next morning you woke up. Your eyes feel like sandpaper from crying. You didn’t even remember crying, but with the emotions from the day before it made sense you would. You gently sat up and jumped when you saw a figure lying on the floor. You leaned over to see Tom asleep.

“Tom?” You asked. He didn’t move. You got up and sat next to him. “Tom?” You asked again as you shook him. Tom slowly opened his eyes and looked around confused before looking at you. “Why are you sleeping on my floor?”

“I came in here shortly after you left so I could say how sorry I am for not remembering your birthday.”

You sighed. “It’s okay Tom. You got amazing news yester-“

Tom interrupted you, “it’s not okay. I don’t care if I was elected queen of England, no news is big enough to forget your birthday.”

“Queen of England?” You asked with raised eyebrows and a smirk.

“I think I would be an amazing queen.” He said with a small laugh. “Seriously though, I feel horrible.” Tom pulled you to him. You nestled your head into the crook of his neck. “I’m going to spend the day making it up to you. I promise. So get dressed. We’re starting with breakfast.”

You nodded and pulled away trying to hide the smile on your face. After getting dressed you walked downstairs and heard your family talking in the living room. When you walked in your whole family looked at you.

“Happy birthday Y/N!” They all yelled. Nikki ran over to you and crushed you in a hug. “I’m so sorry baby. We’re going to celebrate you tonight.”

“Yeah! I’ll cook all of your favorites.” Sam said.

“Don’t do that. You cooked all day yesterday.” Sam went to protest, “how about just make some red velvet cupcakes and we’ll call it good. We can order a pizza and have a nice family movie night.”

“Deal.” Sam said. After all members of your family apologized, you turned to Tom.

“Are you ready? I’m hungry.” You said with a pout.

“Then let’s go. Anyone want to join us for breakfast? We are also going to get lunch as well.”

“We will join you for lunch. Enjoy the morning together.” Dom said. Tom smiled at him before he turned to you and held his arm out for you to grab so he could lead you to the car.

“I’m going to treat you like the queen you are today. So if you want to do anything specific, just tell me.” Tom said as he got into the car with you.

“Just spending time with you and everyone else is enough. Thank you for making up for yesterday. I appreciate it.”

“I’ll go all out next year to fully make up for it.” He said.

“As long as there’s a bounce castle.” You joked with a laugh but Tom knew you weren’t joking.

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upsteadhq · 4 years ago

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you’re a natural

prompt: zero sleep and spending way too much time thinking about upstead when i *really* should be studying

i couldn’t find a song with lyrics that felt right for the title so i just stole a line from the fic

Hailey was about to swing for something, more specifically her brother when he came back by to pick up his currently screaming son. Don’t get her wrong, she loves her nephew, but mostly when someone else was here to stop him from crying if he were to start. But instead it was just her, and she didn’t have a clue on what to do.

Her brother had come by earlier, practically dropping the two-week-old infant at the door in his car seat with his diaper bag, claiming an urgent emergency at work was why he was asking her to babysit with zero amount of notice. For the most part everything had been fine, the newborn sleeping in the car seat for the first hour before wanting to be picked up and then falling back asleep in Hailey’s arms. But about ten minutes ago he had started crying and to this moment she hadn’t figured out why.

She had tried everything. Nothing.

She was surprised she could even hear the knock on her front door over the cries and she furrows her brows slightly - it had only been two hours since Danny had dropped him off, there was no way in hell he was done already, he would be a minimum of four hours - and then she remembers her plans she had made with Jay earlier that she had forgot to cancel when Danny texted saying he was outside.

Hailey curses under her breath as she moves across the living room and to the door, pulling it open to find Jay stood on the other side. Luckily the infant in her arms had hushed slightly as she was moving so she was able to hear the words coming out of her partner’s mouth.

“Something you’ve been meaning to tell us, Upton?” He asks, a slight amused grin written on his face.

All Hailey can do is glare to him, removing the smile off of Jay in a blink of an eye, and she moves out of the way to allowing into the house. “It’s my nephew, Danny dropped him off with no notice and he’s been crying for the last ten minutes and I don’t know why.” She says, shutting the front door behind him.

Jay had made his way into the kitchen as she spoke, putting the takeaway pizza box on the counter before turning back on his heels to face Hailey. “Well what have you done?”

Hailey shrugs. “What haven’t I done? I’ve changed him, rocked him, swaddled him, hell I even tried singing to him, but he’s still crying.”

Jay steps closer, raising his eyebrows. “Have you tried feeding him?”

She had tried everything. Except that.

Hailey slowly shakes her head, her words much faster than her head movements. “I didn’t think he’d be hungry, Danny said he had fed him just before he got here. That was only like two hours ago.”

“It’s worth a try,” Jay shrugs before looking around the room, “You got a bottle?”

She quickly nods. “I’ll grab it.” She says before handing off the infant into Jay’s open arms and immediately running over to the side of the couch, grabbing one of the few bottles in the diaper bag she had been given.

Then she turns back around to see what was in front of her, and despite her hardest efforts her heart clenched at the sight. She had always known her partner was good with kids, that he had a soft spot for them, but him standing in the middle of her living room with her nephew rested on his chest rocking side to side shushing under his breath in an effort to soothe the cries just proved that point even further.

She shakes her head subtly, moving back over to him and handing the bottle to him. Jay gently takes it from her hand and makes his way over to the couch so he could position the baby better in to his arms, beginning to feed the newborn, who graciously accepts the bottle.

And then the house fills into a silence and Hailey can’t believe how much she had loved hearing no noise. As she stepped closer to the couch she could hear the snuffling noises coming from her nephew as he ate and she smiles before joining next to her partner.

Jay looks up from the newborn to Hailey. “What’s the little guy’s name?” He asks.

Hailey drops her gaze to the infant before back up to Jay. “Parker.”

“How come you didn’t say you have a nephew?” Jay questions.

Hailey then shrugs. “A lot of people have nephews and nieces, Jay, it’s not a new phenomenon, it’s not something that needs to be pointed out. So what? I have a nephew.”

Jay tilts his head to one side. “I just thought we were getting close.” He replies and Hailey can’t help but roll her eyes and he lets out a chuckle.

The two of them fall into a silence as they both turn their attention to Parker, who carried on eating without caring that he was being watched. Hailey smiles as she then catches Jay in the corner of her eye tilting the bottle up when the milk was running low, knowing exactly what to do.

“You’re a natural.” She points out, not lifting her gaze from Jay and her nephew.

Jay shakes his head slightly. “I wouldn’t say natural, more like I’ve had a lot of practice,” he says and Hailey can feel her eyebrows dip with wonder as to how he had practice so he answers without her having to ask the question. “I had a lot of army buddies who had kids, and when they didn’t make it home I’d go and check in, help out. Some of them even had newborns they never got to meet because they were born while they were on tour, so I got pretty used to changing diapers, knowing what to do when feeding them, things like that.”

“But still, you knew straight away he might be hungry, that thought didn’t even cross my mind. You’re much more equipped to be a parent than me.” Hailey sighs.

“Hails, it’s like riding a bike, knowing what to do isn’t something that just comes naturally to people, there is no such thing as a person ‘made’ to be a parent, it’s like a skill you learn and once you’ve cracked it you’ve cracked it,” he says before giving her a soft stare and she swears it’s enough to make her knees go weak, “If you ask me I think you’d make an amazing mom.” He adds and his voice is quiet enough it could be classed as a whisper.

Hailey quickly has to look down so he can’t see the pink blush creeping along her cheeks and she decides to change the subject in the hopes of ridding the heat pooling in her chest. “Thanks, you saved my ass. I was about to lose my mind.”

Jay shakes his head, shrugging his shoulders once again. “Don’t worry about it, you know I’ve always got your back and I’ll always save your ass, whether that’s from a suspect we’re chasing or from a screaming baby. Always.” He replies and shoots her a smile before dropping his gaze back down to Parker cradled in his arms.

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unmaskedagain · 5 years ago

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Tattered Remains of Broken Dreams (Yours, not Mine)

This is based off a prompt I came across. It’s a one-shot. @virgil-is-a-cutie and @thyladyanput. Hope you two like lit.

The pieces were scattered across her desk. Marinette had known something was up the moment she stepped into the classroom. Everyone had gone quiet. A few had glared at her. Some had snickered. And they all watched as she walked to her desk.

Nathanial had tried to wave her down; shaking his head with sorrow in his eyes. He had gotten there a few minutes before she did.

It took her a few seconds to recognize what the torn pieces of what had been weeks of hard work.

Once she realized what it was, Marinette wondered if it made her a bad person that she wanted to smile. Because while she honestly wanted to feel bad, all she felt was a relief. Like ten tons of weight had just been lifted from her shoulders.

Marinette looked at her desk, pulled out her phone, took a picture, and then sent several texts.

Then she shrugged, tossed the mess into a nearby trashcan, and pulled out a fresh sketchbook.

The other students, the ones who had waited for a reaction, were stunned. Where were the tears? The rage? Anything?

“Don’t you care?” Alya yelled, frustrated with her ex-bestie. “Your sketchbook was destroyed.”

Marinette glanced up at her, “No. A sketchbook was destroyed. My sketchbook with all my worthwhile designs in safely locked away at my house. You all,” She looked around the classroom; memorizing every face. Lila looked particularly bewildered because she had wanted to see the Asian girl cry. “ Destroyed my school sketchbook; the one I use for school-related events designs from various classmates, plans for birthday parties, and the like.”

“But you worked so hard,” Rose said.

Mylene nodded, “You worked in it every day for months.”

“Yeah, it sucks,” Marinette shrugged. “For you.”

That got everyone’s attention.

“What do you mean for us, Dudette?” Nino asked.

Marinette sighed, “The sketchbook was filled with all the projects that were either requested by people in this room or were for people in this room. By destroying it, I can no longer do any of those projects,” She explained. “I did it in my free time. As my main work schedule is full of commission I’m actually being paid for. I don’t have time to redesign or remake those sketches. So I sent texts to Bustier, Luka, and anyone else involved that I can no longer work on their specific project.”

The other students blinked.

Marinette rolled her eyes, “That means I can’t do the costumes for the school play,” Mylene and Sabrina gasped. “No new outfits for Kitty Section.” Rose and the other members of the band got tears in their eyes. “I can’t do the set design for Nino’s next gig.” The boy in questioned paled as he had been counting on Marinette’s design skills to wow the crowd. “The new design layout for the Ladyblog is canceled.” Alya clenched her fists. “The costume for Mylene’s short film is too. I had to back out of the school fundraiser. Let the Coach know I can no longer do any banner work. Or design the new team uniforms.” Alix and Kim’s mouths dropped. “Max’s Game-Con costume is out of the question now.” Max visibly deflated. “Ivan’s mom’s gift for her birthday is out too; pity that dress was so beautiful.” Ivan gasped. “I can plan any birthday parties or make custom cakes. The charity work you wanted my help with, I can’t do. My idea for the school trip to New York city is canceled as all my contacts and trip itinerary ideas are gone. I let Bustier know that I’ll be too busy to be class president so she’ll have to assign someone else the role. The dresses for the school dance you girls requested, I can’t do anymore.” She shrugged again. “Oh well.”

“But, but, Luka!” Juleka cried, worried about how her brother will react.

Rose was crying. So was Mylene.

“Can’t you redo it,” Sabrina asked. “The drama department was counting on us.”

Marinette narrowed her eyes. Us? Sabrina nor anyone else had lifted a finger to help Marinette come up with idea for the costumes for the school play. “Afraid not. There’s not enough time; to resketch everything and then actually make it. I have to focus on the designs I’m being actually being paid for. They come first.”

Alix slammed her hands on the table, “We only did it because you were bullying Lila!”

There were nods.

“Yeah, girl,” Alya said. “We just wanted you to know what being bullied was like. We didn’t know our stuff was in there.”

“First I never bullied Lila,” Marinette said and before anyone could protest, she continued. “Second of all, I was bullied by Chloe for years, why would you think I would ever bully anyone else,” She looked directly at Nino when she asked this. Her childhood friend. His eyes widened and he looked away. “Lastly, why should I go to the trouble and take time out of my already swamped schedule to redesign projects I did for you that you destroyed. The way I see it, it’s your own fault.”

The entire class went silent again. Each mind weighing the consequences of their actions.

“Nathanial,” Marinette said. The redhead boy looked up. “You don’ t have to worry. You paid for your work; it was a commission. It will arrive on schedule; even if I have to work all night for a week to redo it.”

Nathanial’s face lit up, “Thank you, Marc’s going to love it.”

“You’re redoing his work,” Alya screeched. “That’s not fair.”

“I didn’t destroy all her hard work, so yes it is,” Nathaniel snapped back at the girl before Marinette could. “Not only that but I paid for my stuff. Something none of you have ever even offered to do.”

Some of the other students looked ashamed. It was true.

“They were custom made designs,” Marinette explained. “Any other designer would make you pay hundreds for all that works. Thousands, if it was a fully trained professional, right Adrien?”

Adrien swallowed hard. He hadn’t been involved in actively destroying the bluenette’s sketchbook but he hadn’t stopped it either. The blond nodded, “My father would charge a lot. His last custom piece was sold for five grand, and it was just a simple pants suit.”

“What about your mom, Chloe?” Marinette asked the blond who had arrived mere seconds after Marinette and had stayed by the door to watch the fireworks.

Chloe gave the class a vindictive smirk, “For the dresses for the school dance, fifteen hundred dollars apiece; more if she had to hand sow them herself. For the rest of the work, combined, may be less than twenty grand if she cut you a deal. Anyway between ten and fifteen grand when she was still at Marinette’s level. Shame.”

Marinette shook her head, “Fifteen thousand dollars of work you were going to get for free, gone.”

Most of her classmates' faces had drained of color at the price, at realization of how big of a screw up they made. They had no idea just how much work Marinette did.

Lila was seething because it would be too hard to turn this around.

“I’m sorry,” Rose rushed to say. “We’re sorry.”

“Doesn’t matter,” Marinette shrugged. “There’s nothing to do. And now that I know that there are people in this class who can’t keep their hands to themselves, all free commissions are now canceled.” Gasps filled the room. “From now on, if you want some work done; you’ll go to my website and request a consultation like all my other customers. Keep in mind, for custom designs, depending the size of the job, you’ll have to book anywhere between a month and six months in advance. Www.MDC-designs.com.”

Chloe walked to the back of the classroom and sat down next to the Bluenette, “You’re still doing my dress for the dance, though right?”

“Chloe, you did a consult a year early and paid well in advance,” Marinette smiled. “You’re dress is done. You can do your final fitting anytime.”

Miss Bustier walked into class with a smile that quickly turned to a frown at the sight of Marinette, “Oh Marinette, I was so sad when you told me you had to back out of being class president and planning the school trip and, well, so many other things. You had such wonderful ideas. How on earth you got us on the list for a tour of Stark Industries, the Gotham times, Marvel Studios, and Vogue; I’ll never know. It’s a pity that can’t happen now. All canceled, you said?” The teacher shook her head. Totally unaware of the sheer horror her words at unleashed in her students. “It’s a shame about what happened to your sketchbook. Do you have any idea what happened?”

Marinette just leaned back in her chair, “Not a clue.”

That time, she smirked.

The new few weeks were horrible for the students of Miss Bustier’s class. As they all scrambled to design, plan, and actually make/do their own projects.

Sabrina and Mylene had realized quickly they had no designing skills and were forced to tell the drama department that the promised costumes weren’t coming. Aurora, leader of the Drama club, and Marinette s friend had heard about what happened from Nathianal and spread the news to the other club members. Most were artists too and knew they would’ve died if something like that were happening. The ones that weren’t couldn’t believe they had been getting all that for free and a bunch of idiots ruined it.

Alix and Kim found themselves participating in a lot more school fundraisers to raise money for the new uniforms and to pay for all the team trips to the away games.

Luka had been disappointed in his bandmates and his sister and had threatened to go solo.

Alya was forced to do more babysitting to help pay for new website design and a dress for the dance.

Nino had no clue just how hard the set design was. And ended up nearly causing a fire at his gig.

Lila had no clue on where to start for planning a trip as fabulous as the one Bustier made Marinette’s sound.

Birthdays went without cake, had only cheap decorations from the store, and immaculate gift that had come to be expected every year.

The entire class, apart from three, felt the pressure of planning the school dance, fundraising for the field trips, affording their dresses for the dance, on top of all their other many after school activities.

No one would bother to mention just how badly their actual school work suffered; there was barely any time to study for tests or do their homework. Grades dropped. Parents were furious.

Alix nearly lost her spot on the team. Kim did lose his spot until his grades were brought back up. Alya was forced to stop her work with the Ladyblog until her grade improved. Nino’s parents forbid him from doing any more gigs. Mylene’s dad stopped her movie work altogether. Sabrina’s dad just straight up grounded his daughter so she could have time to relax and study when she had the time. Ivan’s mom actually started tutoring him. Max’s grades didn’t drop but his stress levels increased so much his parents pulled him out of all his extracurriculars.

Luka had no choice but to go solo as his bandmates rarely showed up for practice. It was fine, though, Marinette got Jagged to work with him on a demo album. In exchange for a new few new pieces of wardrobe…

For Fang.

It got so bad even the headstrong Alya burst into tears at the pressure one day. The stress was too much. Some kids found themselves constantly being late, never getting enough sleep, and were constantly worried and checking their phone just in case something went wrong And somehow something always went wrong. A few kids started having anxiety attacks. Relationships and friendship suffered as no one had time to talk or spend any time together as foretime was a rarity. Mylene and Ivan broke up. So did Nino and Alya, who got into a fight so bad in front of the school, that Nino left in tears.

Hawkmoth had a field day with it all. Until he started noticing all the akumas came from his son’s class, and that his son was looking too good either. Gabriel Agrest may be a heartless son of a bitch but he wasn’t a complete monster.

…Plus the Akumas were all worthless anyway. Most were sleep akuma who just put people to sleep. A couple was literally dedicated to forcing people to plan their days better. There was an akuma that literally made everyone around them feel less stressful. Ladybug didn’t even bother to show up defeat that one. Hawkmoth just pulled it back eventually.

�� Marinette watched it all; not with joy or happiness as her classmates' misery, just a sense of relief that for once it wasn’t her. Everyone noticed how Marinette was nearly never late anymore. She glowed with all the sleep she was finally making up. Her grades while never anything less than good improved dramatically. Her parents were happy their daughter was so much more relaxed and happier. It was like she was a new person.

She even found she had more time to not only design stuff for herself but actually make it. Her dress for the school dance was going to be amazing.

…If there was a school dance. With the way, things were going and the miserable looks of her ex-friends face when anyone brought it up, there was a good chance there wouldn’t be one.

A week after Marinette had that thought, the school play was canceled. Some sports teams were forced to forfeit away games due to budgeting issues; losing their number one spot.

It wasn’t long after that Rose came up to Marinette’s lunch table. Chloe and Nathaniel eyed the pixie-cut blond with suspicion.

“I’m sorry,” Rose whispered. “I didn’t know how much you did. How hard you worked. You did so much for us, and we never even realized. You must think we’re monsters.”

Marinette shook her head, “. I still don’t understand why you would do something so horrible as destroying my private property but I think don’t your monsters. Just not very good friends,” She frowned. “Not friends at all, actually”

Rose winced at the truthful words. Now that she didn’t have time to hang off Lila’s every word, it was easy to hear just how ridiculous all her stories were. She nodded, “I requested a consult on your website. Based on your prices, I think I finally enough money for an MDC original dress for the school dance.”

So someone in class could learn. Most of the class still muttered under their breaths whenever Marinette walked by. Not willing to take the blame for their own mistakes. Though she did see Alya casting her pitiful glances every now and then as if Marinette would suddenly take mercy and start doing everything for the class again.

“I’m glad to hear,” Marinette smiled. “I think you’ll look great in a lovely turquoise; really make those eyes pop.”

#ml salt #ml salt fic #marinette dupen chang #Marienette Dupain Cheng #Marinette deserves better #class salt #alya salt #adrien agreste

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LITTLE DO YOU KNOW PT. 11

"𝘛𝘩𝘦𝘳𝘦 𝘪𝘴 𝘯𝘦𝘷𝘦𝘳 𝘢 𝘵𝘪𝘮𝘦 𝘰𝘳 𝘱𝘭𝘢𝘤𝘦 𝘧𝘰𝘳 𝘵𝘳𝘶𝘦 𝘭𝘰𝘷𝘦. 𝘐𝘵 𝘩𝘢𝘱𝘱𝘦𝘯𝘴 𝘢𝘤𝘤𝘪𝘥𝘦𝘯𝘵𝘢𝘭𝘭𝘺, 𝘪𝘯 𝘢 𝘩𝘦𝘢𝘳𝘵𝘣𝘦𝘢𝘵, 𝘪𝘯 𝘢 𝘴𝘪𝘯𝘨𝘭𝘦 𝘧𝘭𝘢𝘴𝘩𝘪𝘯𝘨, 𝘵𝘩𝘳𝘰𝘣𝘣𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘮𝘰𝘮𝘦𝘯𝘵." ━ 𝐒𝐚𝐫𝐚𝐡 𝐃𝐞𝐬𝐬𝐞𝐧, 𝐓𝐡𝐞 𝐓𝐫𝐮𝐭𝐡 𝐀𝐛𝐨𝐮𝐭 𝐅𝐨𝐫𝐞𝐯𝐞𝐫

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warnings: a nice heart to heart, some fluff and hoenstly nothing else.

word count: 9,128 [of PURE UNEDITED STORY WOW ITS SO LONG]

authors note: HI hi everybody! part 11 is finally here woooo! this is honestly where i had originally planned on ending the series and i hope you guys enjoy what would have been the original ending! i can’t believe this series is practically over bc i loved writing it so much and reading all of your guys’ theories, messages and tags. it literally warms my heart how much you guys loved it! so without further ado, here’s part 11!

[ DECEMBER 23RD, 2019 ]

By the time you made it to Victoria, you were exhausted. Your flight had been delayed twice and almost canceled due to the weather, but luckily you made it home before you could end up on Jamie and Katie's flight. By the time you had landed, your mom had texted you mid-flight saying that Jordie would be picking you up and gave you no reason as to why. The moment you read her text, you realized it was too late to turn back and go hop on to another plane– so it looked like facing Jordie was your only option. It's not like you knew if he was as angry at you as Jamie was. You were the one ignoring his text messages, not the other way around. When you found him just outside of security, you felt like you were going to be sick, and every step you took towards him was spent preparing yourself for the speech he was probably going to give you.

The one thing that you didn't expect though, was for him to wrap you up in a tight hug without even saying a word. You stood there, stiff in his arms for only a moment before wrapping your arms around him and returning his hug. There was a significant age gap between you and all three siblings, all three of them were out of the house by the time you were 10-years-old. But if there was one sibling you were close to growing up, it was Jordie. Sure, you and Jamie were close too, especially with the two of you being in Dallas most months out the year. And sure, Jenn was always the best big sister to you, giving you advice on things you could never go to your parents to. But Jordie, he was the ultimate sibling. He was always on your side, no matter what choices you made but was also never afraid to call you out on your bullshit– and of course, always helped you find a way to fix it. So his hug, his hug made you feel the most relaxed you had felt since everything well to hell.

That car ride home was when he asked you how everything had been, especially since you've been dodging his calls. And while you didn't want to just throw Jamie or Tyler under the bus, the words and feelings just poured out of you. You filled in the holes and gaps that Jamie hadn't told him from beginning to end. And while he did let you know that he thought you and Tyler could have found a different way to deal with things, you could also see that he was pissed at Jamie for treating you the way that he had. Your family had one rule that all of you abided by:

you always loved and supported each other, no matter what.

When you got home, Kennedy was there to greet you along with your parents and Jordie's fiancé Jessi, and you guys all hung out together until about midnight when you and Kennedy went to bed since you were going to be showing her around Victoria tomorrow morning and afternoon. Of course, the two of you stayed up a little later as she caught you up on how her few days with her parents were and what they had gotten her for Christmas. While you filled her in on what it was like to be Big Rig's roommate, your guys' future spring break plans with Paisley and of course, your big blow up on Tyler in the hallway. You felt proud when you told her how you got everything off of your chest that you needed to and even more proud when you saw the look on her face. The one thing you weren't expecting from her though, is her suggestion that maybe you do hear him out at some point in time when the two of you were back in Dallas again.

And as the two of you fell asleep, you didn't want to admit that you had been thinking the same thing from the moment you left that hallway.

❒❒❒❒

Jamie and Katie had gotten in a few hours after everyone went to bed. As far as you knew, they were greeted by the lone kitchen light your mom always left on if someone was expecting to come home late. They were still sleeping when everyone met downstairs for breakfast and by the time that they had a chance to wake up and come downstairs, you dragged Kennedy out of the house and gave her a tour of your hometown.

You managed to avoid Jamie up until dinner time when you had no choice but to come home. You greeted Katie like you hadn't just seen her yesterday and Jamie was too wrapped up in a conversation with your mom to even warrant a greeting. Dinner was probably as awkward as it could get. Sure, the conversation flowed easily from topic to topic: the hockey season, how life in LA was going, how Jessi's parents were doing, what our predictions were when Jenn and Andrew would welcome a new baby into the world, whether or not Kennedy and I were prepared for the real world after college– it was all so easy.

Except, as expected, there were those small pockets of awkward tension whenever a small silence fell over the table or something having to do with Dallas ever popped up into question. Leave it to your dad of all people to be the one to bring up the Winter Classic and of course, Tyler in a not so obvious way. He had said he'd been talking to Paul that he had asked if both families were going to get together for a dinner after the game. You could see the vein in Jamie's forehead beginning to bulge and you shot your mom and Jordie a desperate look. When she gave you a shoulder shrug back, it was then that you looked at your father and realized he knew damn well what he had done.

No one gave him an answer, so he answered it himself and said that they were already making reservations and the rest of dinner went by uneventfully. Your mom had made her holiday chocolate mousse pie and your group sat around in the living room in front of the tv and watched, like tradition, some Hallmark movies. But as the time got later, everyone started to go off to bed. You agreed to go up but laid there, staring at your ceiling as Kennedy was fast asleep next to you. You tried everything to make yourself fall asleep, but it just wasn't happening.

You sighed and quietly snuck out of bed, putting on your slippers before opening your bedroom door and walking out into the hallway. You walked down the stairs and into the kitchen, turning on the kitchen light and grabbing yourself a clean glass that was in the drying rack. There was a drink that your dad had made you and your siblings whenever you guys were sick. And sure, you weren't sick right now, but the warm drink and the hint of alcohol would be enough to make you feel a little more sleepy than you were at this very moment. You grabbed the makers mark whiskey from beneath the kitchen island and the rest of your ingredients from around the kitchen. You remembered the first time you had to drink it. Both you and Jamie had managed to catch a winter cold and your dad made you share the same cup. Jamie's twisted face of disgust was one that still made you laugh to this day whenever you thought back on the memory. And as you finished making the drink, you smiled only for a second before remembering where your relationship with Jamie stood today.

You walked into the living room and grabbed a canucks sweatshirt that Jordie had left hanging on the back of the couch and put it on before walking back into the kitchen, grabbing your drink and then making your way out onto the back porch. You turned the light on from inside before unlocking and sliding open the door, closing it behind you. The snow blanketed your backyard and as you looked out at the untouched scene, you played home movies in your mind. Over there in the far left corner, was where your parents had managed to keep alive an old playground set that Jamie and Jordie spent years fighting on. The ancient oak tree nestled in the right corner of your fenced-in backyard was where you broke your arm for the first time. You were eight and Jamie had held you on top of his shoulders so you could reach the hole that he had hidden his report card in from your parents. He lost his footing and the two of you fell backward, your arm taking most of the impact.

The fire pit buried beneath the snow where you had your first 'official' date at fourteen the summer after Jamie's second season with the stars. You parents were out of town, Jenn was on a vacation with Andrew, so it was left to Jordie and Jamie to look after you. Your mom had already told them that they had no authority when it came to canceling your date– but in fact, they were in charge of chaperoning it. Jordie took you guys to a movie and sat ten rows back, which wasn't all that bad considering you were too nervous to do anything anyway. But when it came to having a small bonfire in the backyard, you and your date were more comfortable with each other. If only your brothers were the same.

Every time he tried to scoot his chair near yours, one of the two older Benn boys would come out with water, food or even just straight-up move your chair further away. You would turn and see the two of them peeking from the sliding door and give them the death stare before they ducked back behind a curtain. The last straw was drawn when you thought you had a free moment to have your first kiss. Jordie and Jamie hadn't come out to bother the two of you when you moved into the same seat or when he held your hand. But the moment you and your date closed your eyes and went in for a kiss, Jamie shoved a bag of marshmallows in between you and said, "it's time for smores yeah?"

You were so horrified that you had your date call his mom to come and pick him up and he had to sit in the living room with your two older brothers while you hid away in your bedroom.

Thinking back on it now, you couldn't help but laugh at just how far your two brothers went to protect you. You even tried to tie that into your situation today– but it was hard to even draw up the similarities.

When you heard the door slide open and shut again and a presence appears behind you, it didn't take long to know just who had joined you on the front porch. "How did you know I was out here?"

"I saw the hot toddy stuff on the counter and I know how you like to come out here to think sometimes." He replied, letting the silence fall between you again before making his way closer to you and coming to a stop beside you, clearing some snow off of the deck ledge and resting his arms onto it– he too was holding his drink. "I'm not sick, but it just hits the spot for when you can't sleep."

"I thought the same thing," you replied, looking at him to see him looking out at the backyard.

You wondered if he was looking out into your old childhood backyard and thinking about all of the memories like you were. Or if he was just staring out for the hell of it, trying to think of what to say to you. Hell, you didn't even know if you were going to be able to start a conversation– you sure as hell didn't feel like you needed to. The fact that he had ignored you up until this very moment was almost enough to make you finish your drink and leave him out on the back porch without a word.

Almost.

"Why are you even talking to me?"

You could tell by his slight wince at the harshness of your question, that he was caught off-guard. Perhaps he was planning to initiate the conversation after all? He took a sip of his drink, sucking in his bottom lip before sighing, hanging his head. "Jordie. He was waiting up for Katie and me and when I came back downstairs, he kind of ripped me a new one about what I said to you..."

A huge wave of disappointment washed over you. Was Jamie only talking to you out of obligation to Jordie or was he really interested in fixing things between the two of you? Would your relationship ever be the same again?

"Oh..." You frowned, looking away from him and down at your cup.

"And he's right. I shouldn't have said what I did." His answer caught your attention and you looked at him as he nodded his head from side to side. "I know that you're...a woman now and that you can make your own decisions, no matter how wrong I think they are."

If it wasn't such a serious and long-awaited moment, you would've burst into laughter at how he had whispered the last part. Just Jamie being Jamie and still owning up to his own beliefs while trying to apologize.

"And it was wrong of me to insinuate that you were just another..."

He didn't need to be looking at you for you to see how severely uncomfortable he was starting to feel at repeating his own words. So, like he often did when you were growing up, you stepped in to save him. "It's okay, I know what you mean. And I'm sorry....for everything."

He didn't respond and only kept looking down at his drink as your apology went unnoticed and the silence settled in between the two of you again. You couldn't help but wonder if this was going to be it– the way the two of you would be around each other for the rest of your lives. Sure, the freshness of it all would wear down the road– but the two of you would never forget what started it all. It'd be there like a stain you'd always try to hide, but never could. And if he wasn't going to add on to your conversation, you were stuck– unsure of what else to do to get him to talk to you.

"Why didn't you tell me?"

For some reason, that question hurt you more than seeing his face the moment he recognized you in Tyler's theatre room. It wasn't as if you were planning on hiding it forever, you were going to tell him. And not telling him before he found out, was going to be your biggest regret for a long time– especially since you could hear just how hurt he was just by hearing him ask that small, simple question.

"I think I was scared of what you'd think...or do," you shrugged, taking another sip of our drink before holding onto it tighter, letting the hot cup heat your hands. "I didn't want you to be mad at me or hate me–"

"Yeah, well look at how that turned out," he mumbled, bringing his cup to his mouth.

You traced your tongue along the side of your cheek and ignored the sting of his hushed words. He had a right to be hurt and you knew it, so you were just going to take it and hope that it was the first choice he was feeling and not the second.

"I guess I just...I didn't want you to be disappointed in me, you know? You're my big brother, I look up to you. I should've told you, I understand that now and I guess I...I don't know."

"Yeah, you should've told me." He replied, finally looking away from his cup and turning towards you. "I still would've been mad, but I'd be a lot less mad than I was when I...found you two."

He turned his attention back towards the snow as the two of you took another sip of your drinks. He sighed, probably making the same face as he did when he was a kid. More silence ensued, but this time it wasn't full of tension. Almost like the kind of silence the two of you could live with as if you were hanging out in the living room, playing on your phones.

"How have you been since...how are you?"

You raised your eyebrows in surprise as you stood up a little straighter. You weren't sure if he was really interested or asking just for the hell of it, but you were going to answer anyway as best as you could without giving too much away. "Alright, I guess," you sighed, bringing the cup back to your lips and leaning your head to the side. "Kind of wishing none of it ever happened?"

"Really?" Jamie asked, perking up a little bit as he looked at you again.

You went to answer, but the knot in your throat prevented you from doing so, so you just brought your cup to your lips and took a sip.

He sighed and you knew that he was well aware that you had just lied to him. "I was mad, Y/N. Like, the maddest that I've ever been in my entire life. Seeing you two like that, knowing you guys had been...and behind my back." He shook his head, taking a moment. "I honestly think I could've killed him then and there, and you...for a hot moment, I think I would've been one hundred percent okay if I never had to talk to you or see you again."

For the first time, you finally understood just how hurt Jamie had been and how seriously he took your situation with Tyler. His confession threw you for a surprise. He really would have been okay with never talking to or seeing you again– your own brother. The guy who was always one of the first people to comfort you. Who let you sneak into his room when you were younger because you were scared of the dark. The same guy who, once you stopped sneaking into his room thanks to a new nightlight, often slept on the floor of your bedroom because you were convinced there was a monster in your closet. His confession was enough to move you to tears and you couldn't have stopped them if you tried.

"I'm sorry," you nodded, shaking your head as your bottom lip trembled. "I-I didn't mean to hurt you and I swear everything with Tyler it just...it came out of nowhere." You took a shallow breath before going to speak again, only a small sob escaped instead.

Jamie turned slightly and stepped closer to you, bringing you into his side and rubbing your arm. He wasn't tense at the sudden hug, but instead relaxed and welcoming. "It's okay, Y/N," he said, not minding that you were getting tears on his sweatshirt. "I mean, I don't understand why you felt like you needed to hide it from me, but I do understand why you did. And I've forgiven you for it."

You sniffled, wiping your cheeks with Jordie's sweatshirt sleeve. "And Tyler?"

He paused and you could hear him holding onto his breath as he contemplated how to answer your question. He let you go from his side and sighed as the fear that you just ruined a six-year friendship, ran through your veins. "I don't know yet."

The two of you settled back in your spots on the deck ledge and sipped your drinks in silence as you both stared out at the falling snow. You got your apology, Jamie was finally acknowledging you and you can no longer feel the tension between the two of you...but something still felt off.

"Were you happy?" Jamie asks, turning towards you fully and resting an elbow on the ledge. "With Segs. Were you happy with him?"

You couldn't help but smile as you thought about all of the times you'd spent with Tyler over the last few weeks. All of the study sessions, the times you'd babysit the dogs. His facetime calls just so he could talk to you and Gerry. How you snuck him on to campus one night because he 'wanted to experience the college dorm life' and then only to have him leave the next morning saying that college beds were horrible and that you'd be sleeping at his place for the rest of the year. The time he added bubble bath to his jacuzzi because he's always wanted to do it, but then decided he'd never do it again because of the bill he had to pay to get it cleaned. Every moment was happy and giggly and left you feeling things that you haven't felt in years– not even in your few years with Cole.

"Yeah," you nodded, letting the smile fall when you looked Jamie in the eye. "Really happy."

"Why?"

You laughed softly at just how blunt Jamie's question was and how serious and bland his tone had been. You shrugged, holding your cup close to you. "I don't know how to explain it, really. I mean, we have chemistry–"

"No, please don't get into that."

"Not only that kind," you rolled your eyes. "It's like...we just get each other, you know? With Cole, it was like he never cared about my interests, my friends or my family. He didn't have the interest to know what I want to do in five years, where I want to travel. We didn't have the same sense of humor and when I'd chirp at him, he couldn't handle it."

"With Tyler," you laughed, tossing your head back softly before nodding and pointing at Jamie. "Do you remember that first roadie I went on with you guys? To Colorado? Well, on the plane ride there I had to fill out study cards, but I fell asleep. On the plane ride back, I found them already made in Tyler's messy handwriting that he tried to make neat, and he helped me study by letting me use him as an anatomy doll. I taped notecards all over him while the guys in the back of the plane laughed, and he just...let it happen. He even tried to learn it too."

You took a long sip of your drink, reminiscing on that first moment when you realized how much Tyler had meant to you. "He already loves and knows my family and my friends, but he still asks about them. Those first few weeks, he asked more about me than Cole had ever asked during our entire relationship. Not to mention, he can take my chirping and give it right back. He's saved me in a bar, picked me up at a party when I was stranded with no ride. He respects me, my choices, he understands that I'm an independent woman who can stand up for herself because she had two older brothers who taught her how to hold her own. But he's still...there, you know?"

Jamie looked at you in silence but seemed as if he was taking your words into serious consideration. Speaking about your time with Tyler made you sad and realize just how much you missed having him in your life. You haven't heard anything from him since the text he sent to you before the game and you figured that he was mad at you because you lied and told him you were staying instead of leaving. You wouldn't allow yourself to even being to imagine how his face looked when he walked into the hallway to see that you weren't there.

"It doesn't matter though, it's over. Tyler probably hates me and...it's over, it's all over." You sighed and chugged the rest of your drink, letting out a harsh sigh before pushing yourself away from the ledge. "I'm going to bed though, I'll see you in the morning. Goodnight."

You turned to walk away and towards the door, tugging on the handle and sliding it open. "Do you want it to be over though?" Jamie asked. "If you could be with him right now...would you?"

You held onto the handle and turned around to look at Jamie. "I love him, J." He opened his mouth to cut you off, but you shook your head. "And I know you think I'm stupid for saying that...and no, I don't know if we would've last or if it was just a short fling...but I do, J. I love him with my whole heart."

You stared at him, trying your best to get a read on his reaction as he just looked at you and registered your words while hoping more than anything, that he'd come to accept your feelings for Tyler. He sucked in his lips and nodded before turning back towards the backyard. "Goodnight, Y/N."

You felt disappointment come over you, a shallow ache echoed in your chest as you made your way back into the house, closing the door behind you. You placed your cup into the sink and tossed Jordie's sweatshirt onto the kitchen counter before walking up the stairs and back into your bedroom. You crawled back into your bed, the hot toddy making your body warm as you tried to focus on your breathing and the tears built up. You took a deep breath and exhaled slowly, trying not to wake Kennedy when another sob escaped.

You felt Kennedy shift and roll onto her side, reaching out and grabbing your hand. "Tyler?"

"Pfft, what?" You sniffled, shaking your head. "No, why would you think that?"

"Because you have 'The Summer I Turned Pretty' trilogy on your bedside table– and you always read it when you're sad."

You went to take another deep breath, only letting out a shuddered one. "Because it has a happy ending...stupid happy endings."

"Yeah, who needs happy endings," Kennedy replied, squeezing your hand.

"Me!" You cried, sniffling as you turned to Kennedy and laughing at how ridiculous you probably looked. "I want one."

Kennedy sighed, squeezing your hand again and staring at the ceiling. "I know, I know."

[ DECEMBER 25TH, 2019 ]

A Christmas Miracle, that's all you could call it. It was as if some Christmas Angel had been watching you and Jamie have your late night heart to heart, because since then– it was like the blip between the two of you never even happened. Everyone was thrilled to see the two of you joking and talking to one another again, probably no one more thrilled than your mom. He even indulged in his yearly Hallmark Christmas movie argument with you, like he did every year.

And, like they've done every year on your birthday since you could even remember, your two older brothers found a way to toss you into a snowbank as a morning wake up. After the age of 13, you found it extremely annoying and always struggled against them as they'd carry you to the backyard. But considering everything that happened, you were more than willing to participate in the festivities. Since your birthday took place on Christmas, your family always had a specific Christmas routine.

The two older Benn boys would toss you into the snowbank, you'd change into the clothes that your mom already had set aside. Then you'd all eat your favorite breakfast (which Jamie and Jordie groomed you to love their favorite breakfast from the moment you had a choice), everyone would settle in with their coffee and drinks of choice before relaxing in the living room. As the birthday girl, you'd always get to open the first present and then everyone would do their gift exchanges. When gifts were done, your dad would put in the first one many original classic Christmas movies and you'd relax all day until the night came. At night, the family would gather up and drive a few blocks down to the Wilkinson's Christmas Tree farm for pond skating and hot chocolate.

It was always a fun-filled day, and besides you finally turning 22 years old, you loved the traditions the day brought and the love and happiness that radiated all around you. The best surprise came when you had Kennedy answer the door to her Christmas present. She squealed when she saw Big Rig standing there with a Santa hat on and a cheesy grin. And when she jumped into his arms and he spun her around on your front porch, your heart swelled with joy. You knew he was coming, the two of you had planned it sometime after Kennedy had gone home. His family was already planning on visiting extended family in Vancouver on Christmas and he thought he'd stop by around late-afternoon to surprise her.

When she found out you were in on the surprise, she tackled you with a hug and then told you that she hated you– but you just told her that you loved her too and to go get her man. As the day dwindled on, you saw how happy everyone was around one another and realized just how incredibly single you were. You looked down at your phone and opened your messages, staring down at Tyler's contact and re-reading his last message over and over again. You opened the message and took a deep breath, typing one up.

Merry Christmas ☃️🎄

You stared at the screen as the small delivered appeared beneath your message. When the three moving dots appeared on his side, you felt your heart skip a beat and the grip on your phone get a little tighter. Maybe he wasn't mad at you after all and was just giving you space to reach out to him?

All of that hope went away just as soon as the three dots disappeared. You felt yourself literally crumble as you hoped that they'd pop up again, but never did. You locked your phone and sighed, before joining your family outside so that you guys could head to the Wilkinson farm.

The Wilkinson's were longtime family friends who owned a Christmas tree farm that had been passed down through generations of family. Over time, instead of just selling Christmas trees, they would sell hot chocolate, have pictures with Santa for the kids, a little 'Elfs workshop' where you could buy small gifts, and in the middle of the space, not too far away from all the small festivities, was a frozen pond where you could go ice skating for the small price of $5 if you had your own skates and $7 if you needed to rent them.

It was a tradition to not only get your Christmas tree from the Wilkinson's but on Christmas night, to go ice skating out on the pond with the Wilkinson's and a few other families as well. It was probably your favorite part of the day because just being around all of the close families and skating around with the kids you grew up with was the best.

But at the moment, that wasn't looking all too cheery.

"Can you at least pretend to be excited?" Kennedy asked, closing the car door behind her. "The look on your face could melt Frosty the Snowman if he was around."

"Oh, I'm sorry," you replied, clasping your hands together. "Let me just smile and wave while I tag along on this," you looked around your group, counting everyone. "This eight-person date. Nothing makes me happier than being the ninth wheel around couples."

"I can be your stand-in, pretend boyfriend if you want?" Big Rig laughed, fixing his coat. "It'd make me look good since I'd have two beautiful girls on my arms."

"I can share," Kennedy laughed, hooking her arm through his. "You can look, but don't touch."

You smiled and rolled your eyes. "Don't worry, he's all yours Kennedy."

"Are you guys coming or no?" Jamie called out. The three of you turned to see the rest of your group already heading towards the small cabin where you would rent your skates.

"Ugh, let's just get this over with, yeah?" You groaned, walking ahead of them and stuffing your free hand into your jacket pocket. You normally weren't such a grouch, but your mood hasn't been the same since you sent that text to Tyler and knew that he had read it. You spent the entire car ride trying to tell yourself that it wasn't your fault– that even before you left the arena, you knew that the damage had been done.

You were just now seeing how life would be without Tyler in it like he used to be.

"Go ahead and go to the pond, Y/N. We're just going to grab some skates." Jordie said, waving you off in the direction towards the pond.

"I'm sorry?" You asked, holding up your skates. "Did I miss the part where the three NHL boys and two parents of NHL players...forgot their skates?"

Jamie rolled his eyes and stepped away from the counter where Tyler Wilkinson, your first crush and three years your senior, was chatting with your parents. He walked over to you and gave you a gentle nudge away from them all. "We're helping Katie, Jessi, Kennedy and Big Rig get skates. Just go snag us a bench before someone else takes one."

You nodded but mumbled incoherently beneath your breath as you walked through the path that leads you directly through the Christmas trees and out towards the pond. The farm itself was looking barren since it was Christmas and the Wilkinson's had sold every available tree that was for sale. The further you walked, the more you could begin to smell the freshness of the trees that still had time to grow until they would be sold in the Christmas's to come. Lined up on both sides of the path were string lights on poles, linking together to light the path.

The trees began to thin out as you came to the opening of the skating area. Strangely, there was no one else around, which was extremely odd since your family was already running a little late than normal and most of the time you guys weren't the first family here. You walked over to a bench and plopped down, getting ready to put on your skates when you noticed something spread along the ice. You turned back towards the path to see if anyone from your group was coming before reaching for your phone and calling Jamie.

Only it went straight to voicemail. You rolled your eyes and waited for his automatic message to finish before speaking. "Is this place closed because nobody else is here. There's also like," you sighed and stood up, making your way over to the ice, carefully stepping on and sliding your way over to the object. "It's this shadow on the ice and hold on, I'm getting closer to it. It's– what the hell?"

Your eyebrows furrowed as you moved closer to what was previously a dark spot on the ice. As you got closer to it– you saw it for what it was...a bottle of wine and a box of your favorite cookies. Surrounding them were printed out pictures positioned to spell something out.

'I'm Sorry'

You slowly moved closer to the pictures, carefully squatting down and picking one up to see it was a candid of you and Marshall snuggling on Tyler's couch. As you looked at the rest of them, you felt your chest flutter. They were all pictures of you. Some of them were selfies of you and Tyler, but most of them were candids of you doing simple things– napping on his lap, studying on the couch, tanning with the dogs, glaring at Tyler after he had spilled flour everywhere on one of the nights you made pizza. Every picture held a memory, all of them you remembered, but none you realized had been captures. Your eyes skimmed them all and landed on the last one that was propped up against the wine bottle and cookies. You reached forward and picked it up, bringing it closer to you before you laughed.

It was a picture of a night where you, Kennedy, Big Rig and Tyler were all hanging out at Tyler's place. Kennedy or Big Rig must have taken the picture because it was of you and Tyler sitting on the couch, obviously trying to cuddle and Gerry was trying to force his way between you while Cash was sprawled out across your lap and Marshall was lying on the floor in front of you, staring at his two brothers. Tyler was laughing and trying to push Gerry off while looking at you with the sweetest eyes and you just had your head tossed back into a full-on fit of laughter.

It was a perfect representation of what your relationship was like– always laughing and pure joy.

You heard someone else join you on the ice and you immediately knew who it was, just based on how the hairs on the back of your neck stood up and your heart pounded against your chest. "Hey, Y/N..."

You wanted to turn around and just run into his arms before the tears got the chance to fall down your face, but you reminded yourself of the hell he had put you through the last two weeks and for once, your body listened to your brain. "What are you doing here?"

You heard him move closer but kept your back to him, fearful that if you even got the tiniest look at him, your courage and defense would come crumbling down in an instant. "You didn't meet me after the game and I..." He sighed, frustrated, "we need to talk about everything."

"I meant what I said Tyler, you had two weeks to reach out to talk to me– to explain everything, but you never did. So why should I give you the chance to do it now?"

"You shouldn't, that's the thing." You hadn't expected him to agree with you if anything you expected him to plead his case and beg for a chance. "But if you do give me the chance...I'll take whatever time you give me."

You took a deep breath, your eyes looking down at the display that suddenly made complete sense. He had set this up on the ice. He had printed off these pictures he'd taken of you and saved– obviously you had meant something to him more than you previously thought. You cleared your throat and put the picture in your hand in your pocket as you brought out your phone and opened the timer. You set it for five minutes before turning around and showing him your screen and pressing the start button. "You've got five minutes."

You were right. One look at him and you wanted to run over to him and just fall into his arms. His hair was disheveled and curled. He was dressed down in jeans, sneakers and a Dallas Stars sweatshirt that you knew all too well. He was in his relaxed element and it was how you loved him the most.

"Okay five minutes, phew okay, um," He stuttered over his own words as he simultaneously struggled to get his hands out of his sweatshirt pockets. "I'm sorry that I never texted you after everything. I meant to– I even typed up a bunch of messages and I just...I never sent them because I don't– I don't know why. God, why is this so hard?" He groaned, rubbing his hands down his face.

"Four minutes."

"Shit, okay I guess I didn't text you because I wanted that to be a face to face conversation? I just, I didn't want to drop shit like that over a text. And the uber thing, God, I fucking wish I could take that back so much, Y/N. Cassidy and Candace even told me how much of a douchebag I was for that. I didn't mean to make you feel like you were just another side piece and I think, I think I was just in fucking shock over how everything just imploded right in front of me."

"Three." You said, taking a glance at your phone before looking back at him. He had maintained eye contact with you every moment he vented, which only made you more emotional. He was covering his bases well and the desperation in his voice and pain in his eyes helped you know that he was meaning every single word. But he still hadn't talked about the one thing you wanted him to explain most of all.

"You were right, about me still being that kid in Boston. I mean, I'm not– I don't want to be. I've worked hard on myself and I've grown up since being here in Dallas– a lot of that was because of Chubb–Jamie. And I think, I think I just panicked over losing not just you...but him too." He stepped closer to you, shaking his head. "I, he's one of my best friends, Y/N. And the pain of even thinking about not having you in my life was horrible– like that shit gave me a migraine. But losing the both of you? I don't think I could even fucking survive."

"Two minutes."

His eyes looked at your phone and you saw them widen in fear. He had so much to say and knew he was running out of time to say it, but couldn't quite phrase it just right. "That's why I didn't text, call or even talk to you in person to explain. I just– I wanted to fix things with Jamie and explain to him that what happened with us, that it wasn't malicious or a stupid hit it and quit it situation– that I actually cared for you and he just, he wouldn't listen."

"You called me an obsessed hook up in the locker room." You said, speaking for the first time other than reading out how much time he had left. "Care to explain that?"

He opened his mouth to speak and closed it, the pattern happening twice before he shook his head and tried to blink away the faint tears that shined in his eyes. "I was frustrated at your brother and that stupid comment Draisaitl made about you and me to Jamie and just," he stepped towards you reaching for your hand and grabbing on to it, staring at it when he realized you hadn't pulled away. "I didn't mean it, I'd never mean that. You're–"

"45 seconds." You said, pulling your hand away from his.

He blinked a few times before nodding his head and licking his lips. "I never invited Maisy to the game, she came herself with her boyfriend and his cousin and her roommate. She just picked those seats because she liked the view and her boyfriend had never been to a game before."

You wanted to ask how he knew that, but you knew there was really only one way he'd find out– he'd have to ask.

"I called her, that same night after the game. I was an honest ass about it too, wondering what the hell she was pulling and she told me everything. She was never there for me. I didn't invite her and I didn't buy her those tickets, Y/N. I would have never done that to you," he reached for you only this time his hand came up to your face. "You were never just a hook-up to me. You were so much more than that and I think that I even lo..." He paused, looking down as your phone timer rang, erupting in between the two of you and signaling that his time was over with. His Adam's apple bobbed as he looked back up at you with hope in his eyes. "You're still so much more to me than that," he whispered, his thumb brushing away a tear on your cheek that you hadn't even noticed started to fall down your cheek.

You took a small step away from him, holding up your phone. "Five minutes is up. Tha–" you cleared your throat and took a breath, relaxing yourself. "Thank you for explaining everything."

He sucked in his bottom lip and nodded his head taking a step back and stuffing his hands in his sweatshirt pockets. "It's the least I could do after putting you through all of that. Thank you for letting me talk, I know you didn't have to do that."

He turned to walk away and paused mid-step, smiling at you. "Happy Birthday by the way. 22 years old? God, what are you an old lady now?" He added a sad mimic of his usual glowing childlike smile.

You gave him a small smile back. "Better than 27 and having joints that crack like an 80-year-olds every time I walk."

He laughed a small and genuine laugh before giving you one last look and turning his back to you, shuffling his way across the ice slowly. You watched him walk away, your heart screaming not to let him go while your brain was wondering how the hell he even got here in the first place. When you went to put your phone back into your pocket, you felt the picture and a quick flashing memory of that day and every day in between, passed by your eyes. The smiles, the laughter, the way you felt comfortable and safe in his arms– you missed it all.

"Tyler, wait! You called out, causing him to stop before he could even get that far away. He turned as you started to shuffle your way across the ice the short distance he managed to travel. "These pictures," you brought out the photograph and pointed at the rest. "Where did you get them?"

"Are you kidding?" He laughed, digging into his pocket and bringing out his phone. He typed away on it before turning it handing you his phone and showing you an album that had been strictly dedicated to you, the dogs and himself.

Titled: 💚🌎

"Honestly, when you rightfully chewed me out in the hallway, I just had this gut feeling that it was over and that maybe I should delete the photos but," he leaned over and looked at the screen, shrugging his shoulders. "As you said, my times with you were some of the greatest memories I've had in Dallas. And even if you didn't want anything to do with me anymore...I still wanted to keep those. Because to me, these pictures," he pointed at the screen and smiled at you. "Those are my favorite memories, the ones that never fail to make me smile. You're my favorite memory of Dallas, Y/N. Not the partying, the people I've met or the fancy events I go to. But you."

You scrolled through the album and saw even more pictures than the ones he had printed out and your heart was feeling like it could just erupt. You looked up at him with tears in your eyes and your bottom lip trembling. "You really hurt me Tyler..."

"I know," he said, shaking his head and the pain and understanding in his eyes evident. "And I will never fucking forgive myself for that, Y/N. I wouldn't blame you if you wanted to say 'fuck you' and kick my dumbass to the curb and never talk to me again." He stood closer to you, closing up any space between your bodies. "And if by some Christmas miracle, you decide to forgive me and give me a second chance...I'd do anything to make it right."

"Anything?" You asked, looking up at him to see him nodding. "Can I have my '#1 labrador mom' keychain back? I miss my puppers."

He laughed and pulled the lanyard along with his house key out of his sweatshirt pocket. "They miss you too, almost as more as I do. Keyword, almost." He handed you the keychain and looked back at you with hopeful eyes. "Anything else?"

You held onto the lanyard tightly and nodded. "Kiss me?"

This time, his real smile took over his face as he wrapped an arm around your waist and pulled you against him, pressing a kiss to your lips. You wrapped both arms around his neck and pulled him into, savoring the kiss before tucking your head into the crook of his neck and closing your eyes. He wrapped his other arm around your waist before picking you up and spinning you around in a daring circle.

"Tyler, no skates!" You squealed, holding onto him tighter as he put you back onto the ice.

He smiled at you, catching his breath before ducking down and kissing you once, twice, three times and pulling you back into his chest. "I missed you so fucking much, Y/N."

"Say it." You said, looking up at him and resting your chin on his chest. "What you were going to say before the timer went off."

He gave you a knowing smile before brushing a piece of hair out of your face and resting his hand on the back of your head. "I love you."

You smiled and jumped up and more into his arms, knocking him off of his feet and onto his ass. The two of you laughed as you straddled over him and pressed another kiss to his lip while your left hand, still holding onto the lanyard, cradled his face. "I love you too." You whispered, feeling his grip around your waist tighten.

He smiled, nudging his nose against your own. "I know."

"OKAY LOVEBIRDS, GET OFF THE ICE SO WE CAN SKATE, EH?" Big Rig yelled out, causing the two of you to look over and see that you had an audience waiting for you at the edge of the pond.

You felt your heart hammer against your chest as you saw Jamie standing there with Katie. You were nervous about what he thought about Tyler's trip here on Christmas to rekindle what you guys had started months earlier. Tyler took the initiative to stand up first, helping you off of the ice and dusting you off before holding onto the hand and leading the two of you to the edge of the pond.

"I forgot to ask," you said, looking at him as he stepped off of the pond first. "How did you even know I was going to be here?"

Before Tyler could say anything, he was cut off. "I called him." You turned to see Jamie stepping towards you and not stopping until he was standing directly in front of you and Tyler. "After my conversation with Jordie and then talking to you...I reached out to him."

You looked at Tyler who gave you a smile and a nod. "We talked everything out and he told me to come out here."

"You helped him plan this?" You asked, looking at Jamie with a confused look.

"Cassidy, Candace and I helped him plan the pictures, cookies, and wine," Kennedy smiled, snuggling into Big Rig's side. "But everything else was him."

"I wouldn't say everything else. I just got him here and kept everyone back at the skate rental." He said, looking back at Kennedy and then at Tyler. "But the rest was Seggy."

You looked at Jamie and tried to read him. There wasn't any tension in his stance towards Tyler, nor was he sending him secret death glares. Instead, he had the same protective brother energy radiating off of him like he did on your first date or around any other guy who tried to date you.

And for the first time ever, you didn't care.

You rushed from Tyler's side and practically tackled Jamie with a hug, squeezing him as tight as you had your eyes shut. He hugged you just as tight, even lifting you off of the ground just a tad. "I love you and I just want what's best for you, Y/N. And if that's Seggy, then I'm on your side...100%." He whispered, kissing the top of your head.

"I love you too J...thank you." You pulled out of his arms and looked back at Tyler with a smile before turning back to your family group. "So, are we skating or what?"

"Well, considering there's a big romantic gesture in the middle of the pond, I don't know how we can do–OW!" Jordie said, looking at Jessi before sighing. "Okay, I guess we can go pick it up. Come on Jamie."

Everyone sat down and talked as they got their skates on and as you looked around the group, you felt like you were once again floating on cloud nine. A hand appeared in front of your face and you looked up to see Tyler smiling at you and nodding his head towards the ice. "Skate?"

"Sure thing, Seguin. As long as you don't go breaking a hip on me." You replied, rolling your eyes.

He laughed and pulled you up off of the bench and the two of you skated around on the ice, hand in hand. "I'll save the hip breaking for the Family Skate at the Winter Classic." He looked down at you. "You're coming to that, right?"

"As a part of Jamie's family or..." You didn't dare say the other option, fearful that you were jumping into a whole nother conversation.

But Tyler smiled and held up your intertwined hands in between the two of you. "You can go as Jamie's family, sure. But I was kind of hoping that you'd you know...skate with me..." He nodded his head side to side, hoping that you'd be able to fill in the blanks but you just smiled. "As my girlfriend? Unless you're totally scared of me beating you in the race we will most definitely be having."

"I'd love to," you smiled, reaching up and kissing him on the lips. "And for the record, I'd totally beat your ass."

He raised an eyebrow and smirked. "Would you like to test that theory?"

You smirked, dropping his hand and winking at him. "You're on."

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peppermintquartz · 4 years ago

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Fight (Pt 2)

continuation of [part one]

Playroom!verse, TyRo

Tyler is mad at Roman, though Adam waves aside all of Tyler’s apologies and offers to make amends while they’re waiting for Tyler’s newest Porsche to show.

“Ronnie’s an ass and most likely deserved that punch,” Adam says. He jerks his chin at the downcast Roman standing a few paces away. “Don’t be too hard on him. He’s a cutie too.”

“He could’ve hurt Ronald real bad,” Tyler points out.

Adam shrugs. “Nah, Ronnie’s got a thick skull. Anyway, we still on for Tuesday morning? Gotta make the final call on the five designs for the tour merch.”

“Yeah,” says Tyler, hugging his old friend. “Thanks, Chugs. Seriously, if Ronnie needs anything from me-”

“He needs zilch. Nada. I’ve wanted to punch him myself for the longest fucking time.“ Adam looks over Tyler’s shoulder. “Hey, Roman! We’re cool, no foul.” To Tyler, he adds, “I’ll handle the press on my end. The less Ronnie says the better, and with a broken nose he won’t be showing his face much.”

“Our official line?” Tyler asks. Maverick is already doing damage control, but the more Tyler can coordinate with Adam’s people the easier it will be for them to manage the press.

“Ronnie said something disgusting to your boyfriend who lost his temper, etc. I mean, it’s fucking Ronnie. It’s not the first time he’s said something stupid; no one else punched him only because they were worried about what it’d do to my dad’s reputation.” Adam sticks his hands into his pockets and rolls his eyes. “If only he wasn’t my twin brother. I’d cut him off in a heartbeat.”

By then, the car has pulled up. Adam says goodnight to Tyler, pecking him on the cheek as always, and waves a cheerful goodbye to Roman. Tyler heaves an inner sigh of relief; the Undisputed Era world tour is a million-dollar opportunity for Breezey. The four members wearing Breezey apparel, tour merch collaboration, the publicity... Ronald is a jerk, but he is nonetheless Adam’s brother, and Adam would have been totally in the right to tell Tyler to fuck off after that altercation.

It’s incredibly tense in the backseat between the two lovers. Gable senses the strange atmosphere and puts on classic rock at a volume that’s a little too loud for conversation. Any other time, Tyler would have told Gable off, but tonight the blond just looks out the window until they get home.

By the time Roman’s changed out of his clothes, he’s almost sober and seriously worried about what he’s done. Tyler’s never been this angry with him before. Sure, the blond has thrown tantrums about not getting what he wanted on a few occasions, but the ire was never directed at Roman; to be on the receiving end of Tyler’s ice-cold fury is new.

However, Roman feels that he’s not in the wrong. Sure, he shouldn’t have punched Ronald Cole like that, but that bastard was talking shit about Tyler. And if Adam Cole hadn’t been so damn touchy-feely in the first place, Roman wouldn’t have been so annoyed that he drank too much too quickly.

When Tyler emerges from the shower, he doesn’t look at Roman as he gets into bed. Instead, he busies himself with texting and checking his social feeds, making little grunts of frustration whenever he comes across something that he doesn’t like.

“The news are still gonna be there in the morning,” Roman finds himself saying.

“I’m just checking to make sure Adam hasn’t cancelled our deal.”

“Why would he? He said, no foul.”

Tyler turns off his phone and sets it on the nightstand. “It’s Hollywood. People stab people in the back all the time, okay? You wouldn’t understand.”

For some reason, that phrase feels like salt on a fresh wound. Roman knows he doesn’t belong here, not among the glitz and the glam; he hates the parties, the mingling, the goddamn fucking press that is always lurking around to take photos of them.

“Yeah, I sure don’t understand any of this shit. I punched the dude, and I know that’s wrong, but he was talking shit about you, okay? I was defending your honor.” Roman punches his pillow, almost petulantly. “He was talking about you being shameless, throwing yourself at Adam and the band-”

“So? Let him talk. That’s all Ronald can do. And, hello, newsflash: everyone bitches about everyone else. I bitch about my associates all the fucking time to Finn, to Daddy, to Seth. To you and Maverick and Ember.” Tyler rolls his big eyes and picks up his phone again. “Maybe their boyfriends should punch me.”

Roman feels small, and that makes him angry. He huffs and says, “Or maybe their boyfriends could grope you and kiss you instead.”

“What’s that supposed to mean?”

“It means that you certainly don’t seem to mind Adam touching you all over!” Roman throws the pillow to the ground and sneers. “You don’t mind them talking about you, you don’t mind them touching you, what do you mind? Do you mind them fucking you?”

Tyler’s face goes tense and white. “So this is what it’s about? That I’m putting myself out there forming friendships with people who can grow my brand, and you’re jealous about it? Really? I’m doing my job! I’d have thought that you’d have my back while I’m building Breezey, that you’ll be there to assure me that you love me and support me!”

“Why would they have to touch you or kiss you in the first place?” Roman shouts. “Why am I supposed to stand back and let others ogle and paw at you?”

“Because it’s how this town works!” Tyler screams back. He scrambles off the bed and jabs his finger at the window. “This town - this goddamn plastic town - it’s full of people who want to be appreciated, to be admired, to be objects of envy! That’s why they become performers and entertainers! They crave the spotlight and right now, right now, I can give them that, and because I can give them that, they want to help me. But the window - the duration of time when I can give them that - it’s short, okay? It’s fucking fleeting! I have to grab every chance I can, any way I can, and I can’t have you fucking it up because you are insecure about our relationship!”

The two men stare at each other, chests heaving. Roman clenches and relaxes his hands, trying to find the words. Tyler clamps his mouth shut and runs his right hand through his hair.

“You know what, we should probably sleep in different rooms tonight,” the blond says, his voice wavering. “I can’t... You jeopardized something very major for me tonight, and you’ve not even apologized. I can’t deal with you right now.”

Roman feels his throat closing up. “Fine. Fine, whatever. I’ll sleep in Seffy’s room.”

to be continued...

#tyro #shipfic #finn's playroom #tyler breeze #roman reigns #fic: fight

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blurry-fics · 5 years ago

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Chapter Three

Where Did We Go | Series Masterlist

Warnings: Angst

Word Count: 1874

Author’s Note: I hope you enjoy this chapter! :) (picture credit)

“Ok, I’m off to my meetings. I shouldn’t be home any later than four, and feel free to text me if you need anything. I love you.”

Tyler bent over the back of the couch to give you a quick kiss before rushing off towards the door. You barely managed to get in an “I love you too” before it closed with a thud.

Your eyes lingered on the door for a moment, secretly hoping that Tyler would come straight back inside and announce that all of his meetings had been cancelled so he could spend the entire day with you. Two whole days with him hadn’t been even close to enough time together after the month you had spent apart, even though you had known that this moment was coming. The Emotional Roadshow was only three short weeks away and there always seemed to be more details that needed to be ironed out as it drew closer. It was a routine that you had become familiar with over the years.

Deciding that you might as well use your time alone to be productive, you headed upstairs to start folding some laundry. All of Tyler’s tour stuff had finally come through the wash and you were tired of looking at it piled in the corner of the room. At the very least, it would give you something to do for awhile and make Tyler happy whenever he ended up getting home. There was a reason he had been putting it off in the first place.

You switched on some music before piling all the clothes on the bed and starting to sort them into different piles. It was times like these that you really missed having Georgie around. Despite his rambunctious nature when he was younger, he always provided good company when you were feeling particularly lonely. Unfortunately, Tyler had been adamant that he didn’t want any animals in the house, so when the two of you finally moved in together, Georgie went to live with Carter and Marenna. It wasn’t the worst place in the world for him to be since they lived close, but you still often found yourself missing his company, especially since he had calmed down as he got older.

The folding went by quickly as soon as you got into the swing of things. Before you knew it, everything was separated by location and ready to be put into its proper spot. You decided to start with Tyler’s shirts, since that was easily the biggest pile. With a couple tucked under your arm, you headed into his closet and opened the drawer where he kept his shirts.

You sighed as you got a look at the condition of his t-shirts. There weren’t many that he had left behind, but the ones that he had were thrown all over the place, obviously never having been cleaned up after his last-minute packing frenzy. Deciding that it would be easier to start from scratch, you emptied out the drawer and shook out all the shirts so that they could be properly folded.

You had just barely started to fold the first shirt when something on the ground caught your eye. Tyler’s messy handwriting was all over the back of what appeared to be a card, although you couldn’t quite tell when it was half-buried in the shirts. Forgetting your task for the time being, you picked it up to get a closer look.

“You’re kidding,” you mumbled, your face slowly growing into a smile.

In your hand was a postcard from Columbus, Ohio, marked with the date that he had returned from his very first tour. It was the same postcard that he had claimed not to have because he thought you “wouldn’t want a postcard from the place you lived”. Curiosity quickly got the best of you and you flipped the card back over so that you could read whatever message he had left.

After all, his original intention had been to give it to you, right?

We’re finally back in Ohio. It feels like I’ve been away for a lifetime. I can’t wait to see you again and hear your voice. Man, I’ve missed your voice. And you.

I love you, Y/N. Sorry I never told you earlier.

You read it over a couple times, letting the words sink in even though you had already heard them a hundred times over. Tyler saying that he loved you - however that may be - never seemed to get old.

Once you were done looking over the postcard, you decided to tuck it back away where you had found it. Maybe you would talk to Tyler about it later and ask why he had chickened out at the last minute, although you were pretty sure you already knew the answer. The beginning of your relationship with Tyler was something that the two of you talked about often, and you were always remembering random stories and questions to tell the other; it wasn’t as hard for you to think about that time now that you knew it all had a happy ending. Still, you found yourself wondering how you had managed to get so lucky sometimes.

* * *

You watched as the clock turned to 5:15, still with no word from Tyler about when he would be home or why he was so late. The frustration and worry was really starting to set in, so you decided it was long past time that you did something about it. Grabbing your phone from the coffee table, you dialed Tyler’s number, confirmed that the call went through, and brought the phone to your ear. Your foot tapped nervously against the coffee table as you waited for it to start ringing.

The phone only rang once before it cut off and you got sent straight to voicemail. Relief about knowing that Tyler was at least ok washed over you, but it was quickly replaced with disappointment that you wouldn’t get a chance to talk to him. With a sigh, you tossed your phone down onto the couch and decided to try calling again in fifteen minutes if you didn’t hear anything from him. Thankfully, your phone vibrated a minute later.

Tyler: Lots of things going wrong, meetings are going to take awhile, will probably be home late. Don’t wait up for me. I love you

You clenched your jaw as you typed out a reply, trying not to let your emotions get the best of you. It was just one evening that you had to spend without Tyler, and it’s not like it was something you weren’t used to. It was better that they got things worked out now than having more meetings in the future, right?

Y/N: No worries, hope everything gets worked out. Thanks for letting me know. I love you too

Now that you had confirmation that Tyler wouldn’t be home in time to have dinner with you, you decided it was as good a time as any that you made some food for yourself. Once again, you found yourself turning on music to try and fill some of the emptiness of the house. A familiar sense of loneliness started to wash over you, but you pushed it away. You had known from the start that time away from Tyler was just how things went between you two.

Even if he was supposed to have a break.

Half an hour later, you were settled on the couch with a drink and the food that you had made for yourself. Tyler’s plate was wrapped in tinfoil and sitting in the fridge, waiting for him to have whenever he eventually got home. Part of you was still hoping that he would show up out of the blue in the next few minutes.

You opened up your favorite TV show on Netflix and picked up where you had left off the night before, sending another wave of loneliness over you. Everything about the night felt too much like Tyler was on tour again, even though in reality you knew he wasn't more than half an hour away.

That almost made it hurt worse.

You let yourself think about it a moment longer before pushing the thought from your brain and focusing on the TV show. Letting yourself mull over your loneliness was only going to make it that much more difficult. Besides, you had already survived a month without Tyler, what was one more night?

Your phone started ringing shortly after dinner. You practically lunged at it, hoping that it was Tyler finally calling you to let you know that he was on the way home. Although you had missed out on dinner together, there was still enough time for you to cuddle up during a movie and enjoy at least part of the evening together. Unfortunately, it was only Carter.

“Hello?” you answered, accidentally letting a little more disappointment slip into your tone than you had intended.

“Don’t sound so excited to talk to me,” he laughed.

“Sorry, Tyler’s meetings are running late and I haven’t seen him since this morning, so I thought it was him calling to let me know he was on his way home.”

“Yeah, too bad it’s just your dumb brother.”

“Shut up,” you laughed. “You’re not dumb and I’m glad you called. I actually meant to call you earlier today, but I got distracted and forgot.”

“Then it works out.” You could practically see Carter’s smile. “I just wanted to check in and see how you were doing.”

You kicked your feet back up onto the coffee table. “I’ve been better. How are your last minute wedding preparations?”

“Hectic. Marenna’s cousin called us the other day and started making demands about songs that we had to play, but the problem is that we sent the final playlist to the DJ a week ago.”

“Oh no.”

“Oh yes. You’d be surprised by how many crazy demands the guests try to make at our wedding.”

“I can only imagine,” you laughed. “Speaking of which, is there anything that I need to bring to entertain Max? Or do you have that handled?”

“We should have that handled, although I would make sure both you and Tyler are wearing clothes that are easy to move in. He just started learning how to run and he’s surprisingly hard to catch,” he laughed.

“Marenna was telling me about that the other day,” you joined his laughter. “I’ll make sure to pack a backup outfit in case I need it.”

“Good idea. Anyway, you said you’ve been better. What’s up?”

“Oh, you know, just frustrated that Tyler isn’t here. Like, obviously I knew he would have meetings because tour is coming up, but we only had two days together. I was hoping for a little more time.”

“Won’t you have time in the coming weeks?”

“Yeah, but you know how it is. No amount of time ever feels like it’s enough, especially when half of our time together is spent with Josh and a tour crew.”

“Just hang in there, Y/N. He’s only been back for a couple days, I’m sure things will start to balance out before long.”

You sighed, “I really hope you’re right.”

* * * * *

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alecmagnuslwb · 5 years ago

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New Year’s Eve: Chapter Three

Read it all on AO3 or previous ch. 1, 2

One magical night, five intertwining love stories, all culminating at midnight with just maybe some confessions and kisses as the clock strikes.

This chapter: Meet hopeful backup singer Isabelle trapped in an elevator with her lovelorn neighbor Rebecca who might just slowly be seeing the holiday for the new beginnings it holds and not the past it makes you face.

***

Noon, New Year’s Eve

Isabelle paces her bedroom in nothing but a Green Peace t-shirt she’s fairly certain she stole from her ex-boyfriend contemplating what exactly to do with herself for New Year’s Eve. Jace, her roommate and brother, is out of town spending the holiday in the Hamptons with their little brother and father. Isabelle and Alec hadn’t been keen on spending it with Robert, who’s been all but totally estranged from them since his affairs came to light, but Max had wanted to see him and Jace had drawn the short straw as the sibling support if things got rough and Max decided to come home. So, she’s on her own, her equally as party loving brother unavailable to her for the evening.

Raphael had invited her to spend the evening with him and Meliorn which is sweet, but a little tame for a night that Isabelle loves as much as this one. There’s the party at Pandemonium that guarantees her a midnight kiss from bartender and occasional fuck buddy Lydia. She’s also toying with the possibility of dragging Alec out on the town with her as well.

Not that there’s a chance in hell for that, he’ll probably be too busy moping about Magnus for that.

She picks up her phone about to text Lydia when it begins to vibrate and her Rihanna ringtone blasts out. The screen shows Catarina Loss’ name and Isabelle immediately answers never one to turn down what will no doubt be a gossip session about her brother and Magnus.

“How would you like to get paid tonight?” Catarina says as soon as she picks up, no chance for a greeting.

Isabelle chuckles as Cat’s brashness, always a fan of it, folding herself up onto her bed comfortably.

“That depends,” she says. “What exactly am I getting paid for? If it’s not sexual or illegal I’m probably in. Actually scratch that, how illegal is it? I’m willing to waver a bit there.”

Cat laughs at her a gust of wind pushing through the speaker that tells Isabelle she’s outside.

“Nothing of either sort,” she explains. “I was thinking getting paid for that thing you do professionally you know, singing? Magnus needs a backup for the Edom Records party and your name was at the top of the list.”

“I thought Gretel was doing the Edom shindig?” she muses already knowing Her answer, aside from the money which she definitely wants, she misses Magnus. They’ve maintained a distant friendship since the breakup with Alec, only because she knows just how in love with Alec the singer still is. Isabelle touring with Heidi McKenzie. this past fall has made her unable to work with him on his latest which had been a bummer when she’d realized the timing. It’ll be nice to see him. Bat Velasquez, his lead guitarist, will be there as well and their friendship over the years has always been a strong force in her life, she misses him now that he’s out on tour with Magnus without her.

“Cancelled last minute, Magnus is filling in,” Cat says into the speaker then trails off a little clearly shouting at Magnus. “That is if he ever goes inside!” Isabelle hears a muffled response that is no doubt sassy before Cat returns to her. “So, you in?”

“Absolutely,” Isabelle smiles lifting herself off her bed and towards her closet to find the perfect outfit for the night. She’s glad for the change, a fancy record party with at least a few people she knows well is much better than any of her other options.

“Your brother is catering last minute by the way,” Catarina adds on and Isabelle freezes as she slides open her closet door. That explains why Cat is yelling at Magnus to just go inside the damn building already.

“So, Aline definitely had a hand in the record company reaching out to Magnus to fill in then,” she chuckles. She knew Aline was in charge of the Edom party this year and there’s no way her influence didn’t play a hand.

“Shockingly no,” Cat confirms. “She did however send a very encouraging text to Magnus convincing him to take the offer.”

“And by encouraging I know you mean direct as fuck,” she says flipping through her dresses to pick the perfect one as Catarina hums in response. “I always thought it would be me who cracked first and came up with a hijinks scheme to force them into the same room together.”

“As did I,” Cat says on the other end briefly turning away to talk to someone else, likely Magnus again, before coming back to Isabelle. “But no matter who got the ball rolling, it doesn’t matter as long as it ends with those two sorting their shit out and me no longer having to hear ‘Crimson and Clover,’ just the slow parts, constantly playing in the background whenever I talk to Magnus.”

“At least Magnus’ sadness song is a good song, Alec listens to Avril Lavigne.”

“Shut up, he does not,” Cat says sounding absolutely delighted.

“He does. It’s ‘I’m With You’ like clockwork,” she laughs pulling out a black bodycon dress with silver stripes running down the side and tossing it onto her bed.

“Oh, I can’t wait till they’re back together so I can make fun of him for that,” Cat says filled with absolute delight. She’s pulled away again by Magnus’ voice in the background a little closer now. “Alright, I gotta go Magnus is over his existential crisis about whether or not to go inside. I’ll see you at six for some quick rehearsal.”

They say their goodbyes and Isabelle tosses her phone onto the nightstand to get dressed eager to spend her night onstage doing the thing she loves.

***

“Pleaseeeee,” Rebecca practically begs from her spot on the couch watching as Clary flits around the room braiding her hair and Helen judges her silently from an armchair. Rebecca Lewis is not one to beg, but desperate times and all that.

“No,” Helen says plainly giving her a direct stare. “Why don’t you just ask Simon to go in your place if you don’t wanna go so bad?”

“He’s in Florida with mom,” Rebecca grumbles. Three months ago, at her brother’s insistence Rebecca had signed up for a contest that would allow one person to assist in pressing the button to drop the ball in Times Square. Simon had been giddy with excitement at the prospect as had Rebecca always loving to stay up late and watch the festivity and then somehow Rebecca actually won. However, her giddiness has now faded because three months ago she hadn’t been recently dumped by her girlfriend with no warning and three months ago their mom hadn’t opted to move to Florida to discover herself and dragged Simon along with her to settle in.

Now, she just wants to stay home in her pajamas and watch Star Wars movies and eat at least ten pounds of Chinese takeout while one of her roommates goes in her place. Her roommates however don’t seem to feel the same way judging from the past twenty minutes of desperate pleading.

She turns just as Clary re-enters the room ready to beg, but Clary beats her to the punch not even meeting her eyes as she puts on her black peacoat.

“I’m not passing up on a night with my girlfriend and my dad to fill in for you because you don’t want to put on real pants,” Clary says pointedly. She walks over planting a kiss on Rebecca’s head then one to Helen’s speaking only to her. “Make sure she doesn’t choke to death on a won ton.”

“I make no guarantees,” Helen jokes as Clary chuckles throwing a wave over her shoulder as she heads out the door. Rebecca huffs at them both. They’re her best friends, her newly acquired roommates thanks to the whole being dumped situation, they’re practically her sisters they should be more sympathetic to her plight.

“Come on Helen, it’s a few hours and you get to press a shiny button,” she sits up on the couch leaning forward to hold Helen’s eyes. “And meet the Jonas Brothers.”

“I don’t care about the Jonas Brother’s and you know that,” she says standing and moving to the kitchen, Rebecca reluctantly lifts herself up and follows.

“Oh, come on, I got dumped. Don’t make me go look happy on National television,” she groans lifting herself up onto the kitchen counter.

“You got dumped nearly three months ago by a girl who you told me you weren’t sure you saw future with, that card isn’t going to work,” Helen says putting her hands on her hips.

And okay, Rebecca had said that, but it doesn’t change the fact that she dumped her suddenly just after they moved in together on their one-year anniversary. New Year’s Eve is supposed to be about new beginnings, letting the past year go, and that’s exactly what she wants to do. But she wants to do it with her face buried in carton of fried rice, not with a boy band and the mayor.

The mayor. That’s it.

“The Mayor’s going to be there,” Rebecca starts hoping to reel Helen in. She’s a political science major, an absolute politics nerd, the chance to meet and discuss policy with the Mayor is like offering a chain smoker three cartons. “And some of his staff. At the party thing before as well, which means you’ll have time to actually talk to them, ask them all sorts of questions.”

Helen’s head tilts her deadpan expression gone now replaced with a questioning gaze. Rebecca’s ninety percent sure she’s hooked her.

“Exactly how long is this party thing beforehand?” Yup, she’s got her.

“The rep I talked to said a few hours, the Mayor will be there for the whole thing and was eager to meet the prize winner.”

“And it’s just pressing the button? No other fanfare?”

Rebecca nods her head trying not to look too delighted at having finally swindled her to go in her place.

Helen lets out the most long-suffering sigh Rebecca has ever heard before placing her hands on her hips.

“But I’m supposed to stay here and make sure you don’t choke on a wonton,” she says a clear last-ditch attempt at not crumbling under Rebecca’s pleas.

“Leave me to wallow,” Rebecca bemoans and Helen’s look gets more pointed than before. “I’ll be fine,” she assures. “Go eat some food on the cities dime and geek out about the Mayor, it’ll be a way better New Year’s Eve than being on unnecessary Rebecca watch.”

“Fine,” Helen concedes rolling her eyes with a tiny smile that Rebecca can read as clearly being pleased by at least the Mayor part of the deal. “You sure it’ll be okay?”

“Positive, I emailed the rep this morning and told her I was sending a replacement, didn’t hear back yet, but I assume that’s just cause it’s a pretty busy day for her and all.”

Rebecca slips off the counter opening a nearby drawer filled with takeout menu’s and plucks the one she intends to feast from out before heading back to her burrow on the couch.

“You have to be there by three, have fun,” Rebecca says as she settles reaching out for a pen on the coffee table to circle every item she intends to order.

Helen let’s out a frustrated noise from behind her, “That’s in like an hour. With New Year’s traffic I’m definitely going to be late.”

“So you better get going,” Rebecca says circling six items in a row. She’s not even past the appetizers yet.

Helen huffs again and Rebecca hears the faint sound of her putting on her leather jacket over her t-shirt and jeans.

“You’re not going to change?” Rebecca says still not actually looking up at Helen.

“Clearly I don’t have time,” she says before leaning over the couch and snatching the menu form Rebecca’s hands. Rebecca makes feeble grabby hands at it as Helen pulls away. “You’re also doing the dishes for a month.”

Rebecca reaches out again, Helen pulling the menu back even further.

“Fine,” she huffs as Helen hands her the menu back with a smile. She turns heading for the door and grabbing her keys from the bowl beside it.

“Don’t choke on a wonton!” she shouts cheerfully as she opens the door, definitely loud enough for the neighbors to here. Rebecca glares at the door for a second before turning back to her menu, happily circling both the cheese and pork wontons.

***

Rebecca wakes to the sound of their intercom buzzing. She blearily looks around realizing she’d decided to take a nap after ordering nearly a hundred dollars’ worth of takeout. She jumps up quickly not wanting to miss the delivery person and shouting a quick be right there into the intercom.

She stumbles into the hall barely remembering to grab her keys and wallet not bothering with her phone shuffling quickly to catch the elevator just as it’s about to close. She tosses herself inside slamming a little heavily into the holding bar on the right side.

“Ouch,” she says rubbing at her hip. A light snort comes from behind her and she twists around to see quite possibly the prettiest woman she’s ever seen standing in the corner of the elevator.

“You okay there?” the woman asks and damn that’s a pretty voice. Rebecca nods a little numbly turning back to the front of the elevator suddenly acutely aware of her outfit. She’s not one to fuss over the finer points of style but the girl behind her is gorgeous in a tight black dress and red leather jacket with hair and makeup styled to perfection.

Rebecca on the other hand is wearing a fuzzy blue robe, a torn to shreds t-shirt with her brother’s bands name printed across it and pajama pants covered in dancing penguins. Her hair is up in a bun that prior to her nap looked neat, but is now more of a bird’s nest. It’s not her finest look and while she’s not exactly been interested in anyone since her breakup she does still have eyes and wouldn’t be mad about this elevator stranger finding her as pretty as she finds the stranger.

***

It’s nearly four by the time Isabelle is ready to go, all done up and looking in her humble opinion pretty damn hot. The trip across town usually wouldn’t require such an early leave, but with the holiday she’s accounting for endless traffic and overcrowded subways.

Isabelle only startles slightly when a girl in a fuzzy blue robe comes barreling into the tiny space left open as the elevator doors closes. And she only snorts lightly when said girl rams into the side of the elevator.

She’s pretty is Isabelle’s first thought, surprised she’s never noticed this girl around the building before. Her outfit’s, well it’s something else, but the sheepish look she gives Isabelle before turning back to face the elevator doors makes it suddenly become a cute look.

They’re quiet after her quick check that the woman is alright after her bump into the wall. The woman reachs out to hit the first-floor button despite the fact it’s already lit when suddenly the elevator makes a loud shrieking noise and freezes completely to a halt somewhere between the second and third floors.

The lights above the door flicker wildly between the two and three as the shake of the elevator sends both women tumbling forward. Isabelle lands pressed right up against the stranger against the wall of buttons face to face. For a tense moment their eyes meet but a dinging sound tears them apart.

“Sorry,” she mumbles as they pull away, the woman just shakes it off, looking down to see they’d hit the emergency button upon their tumble into one another.

“Well at least we skipped that step,” the fuzzy robed woman chuckles. It’s a cute little laugh which just adds to the adorableness of this woman.

“Yeah, but the landlord sucks,” Isabelle huffs pulling out her phone from the pocket of her jacket. “He’ll probably ignore it if he’s even around.”

Her phone immediately lets her know she has no service as soon as she lights up the screen. She holds it up high trying to get a signal to no avail.

“No service. Dammit, dammit, dammit,” she says each dammit getting a little louder. She looks over to the other woman who has an eyebrow raised. “I have to be at work in like two hours so this isn’t ideal.”

“Working on New Year’s Eve?” the woman questions.

Isabelle nods, “I’m a backup singer, a friend needed a fill in at the Edom Records party.”

“Cool,” the other woman says as Isabelle starts banging against the door and pressing the buttons in the hopes something will change. She shouts hoping her voice with its impressive vocal range will catch someone’s attention, but there’s nothing but silence on the other side.

“I’m Rebecca Lewis by the way,” the woman in the robe says after Isabelle drops her hand from the metal door and sighs.

“Isabelle Lightwood,” she replies grateful to have a name to the cute face and grateful that introduction stopped her from breaking her hand by banging on the metal doors so hard. “I don’t think anyone’s out there. I knew I should have taken the stairs.”

It’s been months since the last elevator mishap, but the caution still should be there. She blames her damn heels. She should have gone with the wedges not the stilettos then she wouldn’t have even looked at the elevator. Damn, sexy shoes.

“Does this happen a lot?” Rebecca inquires and Isabelle assumes she must be new to the building if she’s unaware of the great summer elevator fiasco.

“The damn thing broke down a dozen times over the summer. My brother, who’s also my roommate,” she adds on. “Managed to get himself stuck in here three times and it took hours each time. We might be here a while.”

“My foods gonna get taken back,” Rebecca whines as she slides down onto the floor to sit.

“Your food?” Isabelle turns to her incredulously from where she’d still been staring at the doors. “I have literal work to be at!”

Rebecca looks at her like she’s crazy for raising her voice. There’s a chance she is a little bit. It’s just she was so excited about tonight and now she’s stuck in an elevator, with an admittedly cute girl but still stuck and she’s bummed about it.

“Sorry, I didn’t mean to shout,” Isabelle says moving to slide down to the floor opposite Rebecca. For the first time since the elevator stopped Isabelle lets herself relax a bit, accepting her fate with a sigh.

Rebecca just shrugs one fluffy blue robed shoulder seemingly nonplussed now about Isabelle’s brief outburst.

“I just love New Year’s Eve,” Isabelle muses continuing on to fill the silence. “And this gig tonight was going to be so perfect for new beginnings and all that and now I’m stuck in an elevator.”

Rebecca snorts at that, a rough almost bitter kind of thing. Isabelle’s head perks up.

“Not a fan of the night?”

Rebecca shrugs, “I used to be, my brother and I loved it. This year not so much. Mostly just ready to put this year behind me.”

Isabelle hums. This girl sounds a lot like Alec, or how Alec will hopefully only sound for a few more hours if things go well tonight with Magnus.

“Well I love it,” she says. Always has ever since she was a little girl. Jace, Alec, her mom and eventually Max would always pass out before the ball dropped, but Isabelle never did. She’d watch with wide eyed wonder as the glowing sphere made its descent counting down in an excited whisper as to not startle her family lounging around her. As she got older it became more than that, it was a night of fun and kissing a pretty girl or boy at midnight, maybe good work if she could find it. But she always looks at it with that wide-eyed wonder she felt when she was little. New beginnings covered in glitter and bright peals of laughter no matter what the year brought always made her feel alive. She says all of that aloud to Rebecca.

She looks up when she’s done and Rebecca is staring at her, expression a little unreadable. Somewhere caught between incredulous, but also a hint of wonderous that Isabelle wants to ask about when suddenly she hears the click of boots in the hallway.

***

“Wait, did you hear that?” Rebecca asks shuffling closer to the door when she hears footsteps outside welcoming the distraction to look away from Isabelle’s glowing eyes as she talked about her love of New Year’s Eve. It’s way too much to be hearing from such a pretty girl, when she herself used to feel that exact same way any year before this one.

“That sounds like a person,” Isabelle says standing up and immediately banging on the doors in hopes to get someone’s attention. “HEY!” she yells as she bangs her hands harder. “Somebody out there? We’re stuck in the elevator.”

“Isabelle?” a male voice on the other side says.

“Raphael?!” Isabelle says excitedly before turning to Rebecca. “It’s Raphael!” she says it like Rebecca should have any idea who that is.

“How long have you been in there?” the male voice sounds from the other side.

“Not long thankfully, but my phone won’t work in here and I have to be across town to backup for Magnus by six so can you use that weird superhuman strength of yours to pry open this door and get us out?” Isabelle pleads.

“Us?” Raphael, evidently, asks.

“Yeah, one of our neighbors is in here too, now come on super boy!”

Rebecca doesn’t know this Raphael, but somehow some way she can sense an eyeroll through the metal door.

“First, we’ve talked about this, do not call me that,” he says gruff, but with a hint of fondness. The fondness makes Rebecca’s gut twist. A feeling of jealousy she has no right to have just because she thinks Isabelle is pretty. “Second, I’m not just going to bust open the door that could kill you. I’ll text Magnus so he knows you’re going to be late and I’ll go get Meliorn to see if he can figure this out. Stay put, okay.”

Isabelle rolls her eyes, “Stay put? Where exactly am I going to go?”

Raphael huffs out a laugh muffled by the door, “Knowing you Isabelle, I wouldn’t be surprised if you tried to climb out through the ceiling and scale the building up a floor.”

Rebecca widens her eyes at the insane concept of someone not in a John Wick movie actually trying that. Isabelle shrugs, nonplussed and seemingly accepting of the fact she would be the one person outside of a John Wick movie to try that.

“I’ll be back soon,” he continues on his footsteps growing distant as he seemingly goes to find this Meliorn who can supposedly help them. As soon as his footsteps disappear Rebecca feels instant regret that she didn’t ask him to check and see if her delivery was still downstairs. She totally would have paid him back if he saved her precious food.

Isabelle shuffles and sits back down on the cold metal wall opposite Rebecca.

“Raphael will get us out no worries,” she says with a smile and a seemingly endless confidence in this Raphael.

“Is he your boyfriend?” Rebecca asks a little abruptly.

“He used to be,” Isabelle smiles. “We weren’t the healthiest for one another when we were together, better off as just good friends. He’s actually dating my neighbor Meliorn now, who’s ironically also my ex-boyfriend; you might know him he’s the guy everyone calls when they need something from our scary landlord. He has a Zen way of getting through to even the most abrasive individuals, hence why he and Raphael work so well together.”

“I don’t really know the neighbors. I’ve only been here about a month,” Rebecca says and Isabelle looks pleased like she’d assumed that from Rebecca’s earlier inquiries about the elevator and was excited to be correct. “I think I’ve heard Clary and Helen mention him before.”

“Oh, so you live in 4A?” Isabelle inquires interestedly, Rebecca just nods. “Cool. I know them, well not know them, know them, but they seem nice. Say hello when they see you and hold the doors and all that. My brother actually tried to flirt with Clary when we first moved in, you can imagine that didn’t go his way.” She chuckles at that and Rebecca joins in. Whether the flirting in question had happened pre or post Maia it doesn’t change the fact that Clary is so painfully gay and that’s coming from Rebecca who is a lesbian to the highest degree herself.

“He would have stood a better chance with Helen,” Rebecca jokes, knowing that’s also not really true, Helen may be bi, but she’s picky as hell and very particular about dating outside of her workspace and home space.

Isabelle laughs, “Yeah that’s what I told him. He said she was pretty too, but gave him this death stare every time he saw her after he hit on Clary so he didn’t even bother.”

And yep that sounds like Helen. She’s the sweetest girl in the world until you annoy her, she’s been on the end of that very death stare so she can absolutely imagine running away if she didn’t already know Helen so well.

They lapse into a comfortable silence after that and when Raphael comes back informing them it may be a couple hours till they’re out, but that Meliorn is on his way with tools and some sort of knowledge on how to fix the elevator. They both just settle back down onto the floor this time side by side.

It’s not long before Isabelle starts talking, she doesn’t ask Rebecca about her obvious distain for New Year’s Eve this year which she’s a little grateful for, but she does talk a lot about herself and about her brothers and her career. It’s clearly mostly just chatter to fill the space, but Rebecca doesn’t mind and finds herself happily asking questions here and there and even exchanging her own tidbits of information about her brother and mom in particular.

***

“Wait so not only are your two ex boyfriends now a couple, but one of them has been friends with your brother’s ex, who is currently trying to win your brother back cause they’re soulmates, since they were kids?” Rebecca sorts out a while later. After Raphael’s second exit and a short conversation the silence had started to dwell on Isabelle so she’d just started talking about anything and everything to fill the space.

She wasn’t sure if Rebecca was even listening, but evidently she was which is nice. She even started to throw in her own tidbits of information about her family as Isabelle chattered on. It’s nice to meet someone who clearly loves their siblings and mother as much as she loves her own.

“Yup,” Isabelle says popping the letter ‘p’ at the end. “It’s funny when Raph and I dated I didn’t even know he knew Magnus, he never really talked about his friends mostly because he used to act like he didn’t have any. I got hired to backup for Magnus once and dragged Alec along and they hit it off immediately which was around when Raph and I broke up and the connection was finally made.”

“That’s a roundabout way to find out you have an existing connection,” Rebecca says squinting a questioning eye.

Isabelle laughs and it makes Rebecca smile a very pretty smile. It’s true, it’s also a stark reminder of how bad of a couple she and Raphael had been. While Raphael’s asexuality had never been an issue, literally everything else between them had been.

“Like I said not so healthy for one another,” she shrugs. “Once we cut the romance out we finally started talking and actually became friends. Then Meliorn came back into my life and I introduced them and it just works. We cook tamales once a month together and mock Meliorn’s abysmal vegan alternatives.”

Rebecca laughs at that and then they slip back into their silence, it’s comfortable but there’s still a question lingering at the back of Isabelle’s mind. Rebecca speaks so fondly of her brother and mother who are both in Florida this year, which seems to be part of why she’s so anti-New Years, but there’s more to the picture and Isabelle is curious.

“What’s with the New Year’s hate this year?” Isabelle says a little abruptly. It’s a trait she’s earned from her big brother over the years. Alec’s bluntness occasionally carrying over into her. “I mean I know you said your brother and mom aren’t here which is definitely a factor, but that deeply indignant snort you let out earlier when I mused says there’s more to it.”

Rebecca sighs leaning her back against the cool metal. Isabelle is about to tell her she doesn’t have to talk about. That she realizes she may have overstepped and that no matter how much information they’ve swapped about one another over the past hour she’s aware they’re still practically strangers.

But then Rebecca is talking before Isabelle can get out the words.

“I was seeing this girl,” she says not looking at Isabelle, but Isabelle takes in the seeing a girl information with an internal smile. Rebecca’s pretty and loves her family and wears weird pajamas and Isabelle’s kind of into it, so the confirmation of liking girls is a nice thing to have. “And it’s not like we were soulmates or anything, but we had just moved in together and it seemed like maybe we were moving forward even if it had felt like we were a little stagnant and then she just dumps me. No warning and I had to move in with Helen and Clary which then right on the heels of that mom moves to Florida, which is great for her,” she stresses clearly not wanting to blame her mom for anything. It’s something Isabelle understands.

“And she drags Si along with her for a month and just all the positive of the year sapped away. I just want to be done with it. Usually I’d be like you, but I just can’t feel it this year. It’s not even a heartbreak thing, like I said we were pretty stagnant, it’s just a lonely thing. I’d rather forget about this year and start fresh tomorrow.”

Isabelle is contemplative for a moment. She knows she can romanticize New Year’s Eve quite a bit and knows that’s not exactly what Rebecca needs to hear in this moment. She gets what Rebecca is saying, while it had been for the best to break it off with Raphael the dissolving of their romance had axis off center and right after that her father’s affairs came to light. These events hadn’t coincided with a year’s end or any holiday, but the understanding was still there. It had all tilted her world even if it was all for the best.

She shares that quietly into the space between them eyes on Rebecca even though she continues to just look straight ahead at the doors.

“So I get it,” she adds on when she’s done explaining. “I get wanting to start fresh the next day because today was just so damn abysmal and not worth celebrating.”

Rebecca smiles at that turning her head to finally meet Isabelle’s eyes. Isabelle smiles back and is suddenly aware of how close they’re sitting. It’s gotten chillier and chillier in this elevator as the hours have passed by and unconsciously they’ve scooted closer and closer together.

It’s probably not the move to make, but the proximity and heart to heart has Isabelle wanting to lean in and kiss this pretty, sweet, slightly messy girl. And Rebecca, well Rebecca kind of looks like she wouldn’t mind it if Isabelle did just that.

She doesn’t get the chance however when the elevator suddenly jolts again. Rebecca’s knee goes up and Isabelle immediately reaches out to grasp it, the touch grounding and the penguin pajama pants soft under her fingertips. And then they’re moving just like an elevator should right back up to where they started on the third floor. The door opening to reveal Raphael slouched down on the opposing wall headphones in.

He looks up and smiles at Isabelle then down to her hand on Rebecca’s knee and raises a brow. Isabelle immediately moves it not needing that questioning eyebrow right now.

***

Isabelle’s words and understanding set Rebecca at an ease she hasn’t felt in months. It’s so nice to have someone who gets it, especially someone as bright eyed as Isabelle Lightwood.

There’s a tense moment after Isabelle opens up to her where for a split second she thinks maybe she’s going to kiss her, but then the elevator jolts back to life, the doors opening to reveal a smiling man she assumes to be the infamous Raphael.

Isabelle’s hand leaves Rebecca’s knee abruptly as Raphael takes out his headphones and walks towards them holding out a hand to help Isabelle up from the ground that she takes easily. He then does the same for Rebecca introducing himself with a kind smile that’s also sort of intense. Perfectly fitting the description of him Isabelle had given.

“It worked,” another voice, soothing and almost melodic says. There in the doorway stands another man, quite possibly the prettiest man Rebecca’s ever seen even from her gayest point of view. He smiles at them.

“Obviously. You’re a genius Mel,” Isabelle says moving forward to finally exit the elevator. Raphael follows and Rebecca then trudges out behind them. Mel, or Meliorn as he introduces himself explains what was wrong quickly as Isabelle pulls her phone from her pocket.

“Shit,” she says as the phone blows up with every message and missed call she’d received while stuck in the elevator coming in all at once. “I have thirty minutes to make it to this party.”

“Go then,” Raphael says ushering her away. Rebecca stands off to the side watching as she affectionately squeezes both men’s arms. She assumes she should probably just leave and go back to her apartment. She moves to do just that when Isabelle turns gripping her arm to stop her.

“This was fun,” she says when Rebecca turns to look at her. Isabelle’s smile is bright and weirdly, maybe a little nervous. “We should probably not do this exact thing again though.” She chuckles bright.

Rebecca laughs about to respond when Isabelle’s phone buzzes loud in her pocket again.

“Okay, I really have to go,” she says moving forward before pausing and leaning it to press her bright red lips to Rebecca’s cheek. Her lips are soft and warm and usually Rebecca would be so annoyed that someone with lipstick just rubbed it all over her cheek, but she can’t even remotely feel bothered by it this time.

Isabelle pulls back with a shy smile not saying a word and taking off rushing past Rebecca at an alarmingly fast speed, especially considering the heels she’s wearing. Rebecca watches her go lifting a hand to her cheek when she hears a clearing of a throat behind her.

Raphael and Meliorn. Right, they’re still standing there.

She turns seeing two of the most amused expressions she’s ever seen before in her life and she blushes, spluttering to say something in explanation.

Meliorn doesn’t let her though just smiles and waves her off ensuring they’ll deal with blocking off the elevator in case his temporary fix didn’t totally do the trick. She smiles gratefully shuffling back down the hallway in her slippers.

Once she’s back in her apartment she pours herself the largest bowl of cereal known to man mixing together the remaining Lucky Charms and Fruity Pebbles in the cupboard into a large mixing bowl. It’s delicious, not quite the dinner feast she had planned, but considering how hungry she is it suffices. She settles on the couch turning on the tv and finding the ball drop hoping to catch Helen on TV.

It’s still hours away but the globe shines brightly at the top of Times Square. She thinks about Isabelle’s musings and about the way she and Simon used to curl up on the couch and watch this very event and suddenly feels a lot less sad about it all.

She thinks that’s mostly because of the few sweet hours she spent trapped with Isabelle Lightwood.

***

Isabelle flashes her ID at the front door and is blissfully granted access to the party with no hassle.

While the rush across town had allowed her single-minded focus now she’s letting her mind wander to Rebecca. Thinking about maybe knocking on 4A’s door tomorrow and seeing if she has dinner plans.

When she enters she already hears the familiar chords of Bat’s guitar signaling they’re about to hit the stage taking her back to that single-minded focus. She pushes herself to run one last time, those final few floors, avoiding the hotel elevator cause she’s not trusting another one of them tonight.

She tumbles backstage and quickly reassures Magnus’s concerned eyes with a smile and as the music swells and Bat tosses her a friendly wink everything else falls away. It’s just her and the band and the music and only a tiny corner of thoughts about Rebecca Lewis.

***

It’s nearly an hour till midnight watching that ball shine and listening to Ryan Seacrest prattle on about the Jonas Brother’s when it hits Rebecca that she didn’t ask for Isabelle’s number or anything of the like. She doesn’t even know what apartment number she lives in and she’s suddenly hit with a wave of regret. It’s not that they couldn’t run into one another again, but there’d been a spark and much like her brother Rebecca has been known to let sparks fly and then die because her nerves get the best of her. But right now she doesn’t feel nerves, she just wants to ask Isabelle Lightwood on a date, the problem is she can’t.

Or at least she can’t in any way that’s sane and doesn’t involve rushing across town to a party she definitely won’t get inside.

Unless.

Before she knows what she’s doing Rebecca slips her slippers back on her feet securely grabbing her things from the table by the door and heading out. She should probably change, but she should also probably not be doing this.

But that spirit she once had about New Year’s Eve feels a little brighter in her veins and she feels a pull that tells her tonight has to be the night she does this.

#isabelle x rebecca #shadowhunters #isabelle lightwood #rebecca lewis #shadowhunters fic #a rarepair choice here with another minor couple i have an affinity for mixed in with raph and meliorn #raphael santiago #meliorn

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ionlyreadfivebookslastweek · 6 years ago

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Bless The Broken Road - 1

A/N: It’s here! I’m excited to present to you my first ever Criminal Minds multific!

I tried to think of a good summary to give y’all but ultimately decided to let you read without giving anything away 😆

Anyway, I hope you enjoy the first chapter. Please let me know what you think!

Enjoy!

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“Well, Dr. Addison, you have a very impressive resume and I believe that you’d make a great asset to the team,” Aaron Hotchner spoke, looking up from the paper on his desk.

“Really?” Jane asked, her eyes widening in surprise. “I got the job?”

“You got the job,” Hotchner reiterated. “You’ll start tomorrow. We brief new cases at 10 A.M.”

Jane’s face broke out into a wide smile as she stood up and reached out to shake his hand. “Thank you, sir.”

He stood as well and showed her to the door of his office. “Have a good rest of the day.”

“You as well.” Jane opened the door to exit the office, almost immediately running into Penelope Garcia, the BAU’s technical analyst and the woman who had shown Jane to Hotchner’s office. “Oh, hey there. Oh by the way, I forgot to tell you earlier that I love your dress!”

“Thank you!” Garcia beamed. She turned to Hotchner. “Please tell me I can cancel the other interviews.”

He gave a rare smile. “Yes, you can.”

The blonde gasped. “Yay!” she sang. “Welcome to the family!” She reached out and hugged the brunette.

“Oh,” Jane laughed, returning the embrace.

“Garcia, if you would please give her the proper paperwork before she goes home.”

“Of course, sir!”

“Thank you again, Agent Hotchner,” Jane said.

“Please, everyone here calls me ‘Hotch’.”

Jane smiled. “Thank you, Hotch, then.”

He gave another smile before heading back into his office and shutting the door.

“Alrighty! Let’s go get your paperwork and if you’d like, I could give you a tour of the BAU,” Garcia offered.

“Yeah, I’d like that.”

Jane followed Garcia to get her paperwork before walking around the BAU and seeing the different areas including the break room, the briefing room, and the bullpen.

“So where is everyone else today?” Jane asked.

“They just got home from a case yesterday so Hotch gave them all the day off while he interviewed the potential new team members. I offered to help him.”

Jane nodded in understanding.

“Here’s your very own desk,” Garcia told her, gesturing to the area they had just approached.

“Aw, nice!” Jane pulled out the chair and took a seat, nodding. “Yep. I could get used to this.”

“You’re free to decorate your area however you please.”

Jane looked up at her. “How’s yours decorated?”

“Do you wanna see?” Garcia offered.

“Sure.” She got up and followed her down a hallway.

“Welcome to the Batcave,” Garcia cheered.

“Wow, I love it!” Jane exclaimed, looking around and all the little knickknacks.

The sound of Jane’s phone going off prevented Garcia from responding.

“Sorry,” Jane apologized as she reached into her bag to see who was calling. “I have to take this. I’ll see you tomorrow?”

“Yeah, that’s alright. See you tomorrow!”

Jane answered the call and exited the room.

~~~

“Good morning. I see you’re settling in,” Hotch greeted as he approached Jane’s desk. She was busy unpacking some items she brought from home to have on her desk. After setting down a picture frame, she reached into one of her desk drawers and grabbed a pile of papers.

“Good morning! Here is your paperwork.”

Hotch took the papers from her and gave them a once-over. “Thank you.” He looked down at the picture she had just set down. “Who’s that with you in the picture?”

Jane looked down at the picture as well before looking back to Hotch. “My little brother, Jack. He’s only a year younger so we’re really close. He lives in Richmond so I’m able to check in with him often,” she explained. “This job might make it difficult to check in that often but he encouraged me to go for it.”

“Sir, we have a case,” Garcia interrupted.

“Right, we’ll be right there.” Garcia nodded and took off towards the briefing room. Hotch turned to Jane. “It looks like your first case will be starting right away. I hope you’re ready.”

Jane reached down below her desk and pulled out a duffle bag. “I got my go-bag all packed.”

Hotch nodded before leading her to the other room.

“Everyone, meet our newest team member, Dr. Jane Addison,” Hotch told the team as they entered the room.

Jane smiled. “You can just call me ‘Jane’,” she told the group.

“We can make proper introductions later. Right now we have to get started on the case.”

Hotch and Jane took the last empty seats at the table and Garcia began.

“Over the last three months, three men have been found on the fifth of the month on the same park bench in Concordia, Kansas. COD was a single gunshot wound to the forehead.” Garcia clicked through pictures on the screen as she talked.

“There’s bruising on the bodies and marks on their wrists, indicating they were restrained and beaten,” the older Italian man observed.

“This has happened three times on the same park bench on the same day and yet they haven’t been able to catch who’s doing this?” Jane questioned, her brow furrowing.

“Apparently they thought it was just a coincidence the second time it happened. Now that it’s happened a third time, they realize that’s not the case. It’s been a little over a week since the third victim was found and they have nothing. They want our help before the UNSUB can strike again next month,” Garcia explained.

“We’ll discuss more on the plane. Wheels up in thirty,” Hotch ordered.

As the team disbursed to get ready, Hotch led Jane back to her desk and let her know that someone would stop by to show her the way to the jet. Jane took the time to double check her go-bag and sent a quick text to Jack, letting him know that she’d be going away on her first case.

“You ready to go?”

Jane looked up to find the Italian man standing by her desk.

He stuck out his hand. “David Rossi.”

Jane reached out and shook his hand. “I know. I’ve read your books. It’s a pleasure to meet you, sir.”

He put his hands up. “Woah, no ‘sir’ necessary. Rossi is fine.”

“Alright then. I’m assuming Hotch asked you to show me to the jet?”

“You assume correctly.”

Jane grabbed her bag and followed him out of the building.

When they arrived, a couple people were already on the jet.

“Hi, I’m Jennifer Jareau. Everyone calls here calls me JJ,” a woman with shoulder-length blonde hair greeted.

“Derek Morgan. A pleasure to meet you,” a dark-skinned man grinned, extending his hand.

Jane smiled as she shook his and JJ’s hands. “Dr. Jane Addison, but you can call me Jane or Addison. It’s great to meet you two as well.”

Jane put her bag away and took a seat just as Hotch came aboard.

He looked at Jane. “Good, I see you found your way. Thanks, Dave.” He looked around. “Do we have everyone?”

“We’re still missing pretty boy,” Morgan answered.

“Pretty boy? Who’s that?” Jane asked.

Reid rushed onto the plane, apologizing for being late.

“It’s alright, just get ready to take off,” Hotch told him.

He went to put his luggage above the seats near Jane.

“So you’re pretty boy,” Jane stated.

Reid looked down, just now noticing Jane sitting there. His bag slipped, hitting him in the head.

Morgan laughed.

Reid shoved his bag into the compartment and shut the door before turning to his colleague. “Shut up!”

“Are you ok?” Jane asked, failing to stifle a laugh.

“Yeah,” Reid told her, turning back around to face her. “Sorry, I’m a mess.”

“Oh, I thought you were pretty boy. Hi, ‘a mess’, I’m Dr. Jane Addison, but most people call me Jane or Addison.”

Morgan let out another laugh.

“Sorry,” Reid apologized again. “I’m, I’m, uh, I’m-”

“Pretty boy,” Morgan suggested.

“I’m pretty boy,” Reid repeated. His face turned red and he gaped when he realized what he just said. He turned and glared daggers at Morgan for a moment before turning back to Jane one more time. “I’m uh, um, I’m,” he stopped and took a deep breath to recompose himself. “Dr. Spencer Reid.”

Jane smiled and put her hand out to shake his. “It’s nice to meet you.” He stared at her hand instead of reaching out to accept her handshake. She frowned and put her hand back down.

“Most people call me ‘Reid’ or ‘Spencer’,” he added to fill the silence.

Once the team was in the air for a few minutes, everyone gathered to continue discussing the case.

“Garcia, have you been able to find any connections between the victims?” Hotch asked as they all turned to look at the screen where Garcia was communicating with them. Garica responded saying that she was unsuccessful in finding any connection.

“Were there any missing person reports filed for the victims?” Jane asked.

“Yes for the first two, but no for the third,” Garcia shared.

“Morgan and JJ, when we land I want you to go to the crime scene. Reid and Addison, talk to the victims’ wives. Rossi and I will connect with and set up at the local station.”

When the plane landed, Reid and Addison did as Hotch ordered and went to interview the victims’ wives.

The first victim’s wife told them that her husband had gone out to a bar with coworkers to celebrate an achievement. The second informed them that he went out to the same bar with friends to celebrate a friend’s promotion.

The bar seemed to be the connection, but the pair wanted to confirm their theory by talking to the third wife.

They approached the front door and Reid knocked. A woman with short, dark hair answered.

“Mrs. Stevens?”

“Yes?”

“I’m Dr. Reid. This is Dr. Addison. We’re with the FBI. We’d like to ask you some questions about your husband.”

“Yes, of course. Come on in.”

They entered the house and were led into the living room where they were asked to take a seat on the couch. The floor was littered with small toys.

The woman appeared calm, as if her husband hadn’t just been found murdered the day before.

“Mrs. Stevens, you never reported your husband missing. Why is that?” Reid questioned.

She sighed and looked down at her hands. “He was always going to that bar, meeting other women.” She turned to look at Jane. “A woman knows when her man is being unfaithful. As a woman, you understand that.”

Jane frowned and hesitated before replying, “No, I can’t say that I do.”

The woman shook it off and went on. “I’d find lipstick on his shirt in a shade I didn’t own or I’d smell perfume in a scent I’d never wear. I knew what he was doing.”

“If he was treating you so poorly, why did you stay with him?” Reid asked.

“Because I couldn’t afford a divorce and for the kids’ sake.” She gestured around at the toys. “When he never came home I just assumed he had finally decided to leave us.”

Jane nodded and stood up, Reid following suit. “Well, thank you for your time, ma’am. We really appreciate it.

The two left the house and headed back to the car, ready to go to the police station.

When they had gotten into the car, Reid looked over at her. “No, I can’t say that I do? You hesitated. What was that about?”

Jane looked over at him. “It was nothing.”

“No, really.”

She shook her head. “I don’t wanna talk about it.”

Jane’s phone went off before he could push the topic any further.

“Hello.”

“Jane, I miss you,” Jack told her, not even bothering to greet her first.

“I miss you too. How are things at home?” Reid started the car and began driving to the police station.

“They’re alright. When are you getting back?”

“I don’t know yet.” She could hear him sigh on the other end. “Hey, we talked about this. We knew this job would mean I couldn’t see you as often.” Reid glanced over at her.

“I know,” Jack replied glumly.

Jane sighed. “I gotta go, but I’ll talk to you later if I get the chance. I love you.”

“I love you too.”

“Bye.”

~~~~~

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lady-une · 7 years ago

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Betrayal

Here is the new Jay Park story. So I guess my subconscious is salty as fuck for the lack of dates for the 2018 H1ghr tour lol. So until they give us them I will not be writing any fluff for Jay. So here is a nice painful story. Sorry if I make some people mad, but just remember Jay is a sweet precious man in real life. This is only for fun so yeah. Please enjoy and if you feel like it drop me a comment, just let me know what you think.

For years you have been by his side and this is how he repays your love. An anonymous email brings reality around you crashing to the ground.

Word count: 5762

Theme: angst

Rating: Mature, cheating

Pairing: Jay Park x Reader (F)

TRAILER

Shutting your laptop slowly you couldn’t believe what you just saw. You were numb, void of any emotion as your brain really couldn’t comprehend what you saw and read. Picture after picture including a few video clips had mysteriously showed up in an email sent to your private email address. That email address wasn’t known by many people and was only used by your family and closest friend, but there was no way any of them could have gotten those pictures or videos and even if they did they would have come to you in person instead of sending an anonymous email.

Sitting there staring off into space a thousand things ran through you head, the whys and when’s and how’s. None of this made sense, you two were so happy and in love. You doted on that man and were at his beckon call, if he ever needed anything you were always there to give it to him. For years you have been by his side supporting him in his career while putting your own on the back burner many times. You were an aspiring actress waiting for your big break, for now you were just doing small plays and commercials.

Standing from your desk you walk over to the floor to ceiling window in your office, looking out at the view of downtown Seoul you suddenly felt the start of your anger prickling inside you. Who the hell did he think he was to try and play around with you. It would be one thing to play around if you were in a normal situation but you weren’t. A hand falling down to your stomach as you held your precious secret. You hadn’t told him yet, no you were waiting for just the right time to give him the news. You had hoped this would be a joyous occasion as Jay had mentioned many times how he wanted to be a dad. You two had been careful, with you on the pill and using condoms but nothing is always 100% effective.

“I won’t let him get away with this.” You whisper as you rub you belly.

Walking back over to your desk you open your laptop back up reading the email again. A cell phone number was listed for you to text if you had any questions. The thought of having the number tracked crossed your mind but left just as quickly, more than likely the phone would end up being a burner and taking the time to track them down would be pointless. Grabbing your phone you call Jay and get his voicemail after two rings. Opening up your text messages you send him one asking where he is and he replies back quickly that he is in the studio working. You roll your eyes and text the person from the email asking if they know where he is right now. After a few moments, you receive a text saying they do, a picture of him at a club was included with the message. You knew they weren’t lying as Jay was wearing what he left the house in this morning. You reply back asking for more videos and pictures of him acting out of hand or if he were to get intimate with the girl. You got an instant reply back saying that they would be more than happy to but it would cost you. Smiling you respond back that money isn’t a problem.

Setting your phone down you walk out of your office and into your ensuite bath. Grabbing the remote off the wall you click a few buttons causing the chandelier from the ceiling to light up and classical music began to fill the room. Walking over to your large tub you turn the faucet filling the tub up with warm water. Once the tub was full you stripped your clothing off and paused to look at yourself in the mirror. You were still young, only 24 years of age. You worked out every day to keep your body healthy and watched what you ate. You weren’t a health nut in anyway but you were mindful so that you wouldn’t put too much stress on your body. Your family had health concerns and you wanted to make sure you didn’t put yourself at anymore of a risk then what you were already at. Slipping into the tub you let the water warm your body as you closed your eyes, thinking of how you were going to do this. You loved that man with all your heart but you couldn’t get passed his betrayal. All the canceled plans and quick text messages, they all made sense now. The lies about why he smelt of another woman made you scoff at how you easily believed him. Even when you walked in on him talking closely with another woman in the studio you believed him when he said she was an associate of another artists. A bitter laugh bubbled up and out of your mouth.

“God I was such a damn fool.”

Once your bath water runs cold and you wash off you climb out to dry off and pull on a long shirt before walking out to the living room where the mail sat. Grabbing a recent bank statement, you open it up and look over it, grabbing a pen you began to circle all the transactions made by Jay himself using his card and the times you transferred money to his account. Thousands of dollars in a month went right into his pocket, you didn’t care because you loved him and wanted to help him any way possible. No longer will you pay for his shit! Two phone calls were going to be placed in the morning, one to the bank to cancel his card and have him removed from the account and another to your lawyer. He will know what it feels like to be a made a fool of. Turning off all the lights as you made your way to your room you knew that he wouldn’t be coming here tonight, not if he was out partying. Climbing into bed you curled into a ball under the blankets shedding a single tear for your relationship.

The next morning you awoke and the first thing you did as you had your morning cup of tea was check your email for any new information. A smile spread across your face as you glanced over the new pictures that clearly showed Jay with a girl in his lap and more of him holding her close before showing him kissing her and then walking off to what you assumed to be an empty office. A small video clip from outside the door was also attached, clicking play you could hear loud moans and a girl calling out his name over the loud bumping music from the club. Your heart felt like it was falling right into your stomach at the sounds being played from your laptop. Closing your eyes you took some calming breaths collecting yourself, you knew this was going to be hard but it had to be done.

After getting dressed you called the bank canceling his card and removing him from your account without any issues. You wondered how long it would be until you got a panicked phone call from Jay, the man was doing well for himself so you didn’t understand why he would feel upset over losing access to yours. Climbing into your Masarati, a gift from your father on your last birthday you made your way to your lawyer’s office. Instead of doing this over the phone you figured it would be best to just stop by in person so that things would get done quicker.

Arriving you park your car before walking in, the sound of your heels clicking loudly on the marble stones had caught the attention of many people. Pulling your phone out you try to distract yourself from the stairs of the people around you, no matter how old you got you could never get use to them. Your family was old money, a successful business passed down over the generations. You never wanted to have any say in the business much to your father’s displeasure, instead that was going to be passed down to your younger brother. Even with not having a part in the business your family was still well known, especially you. The daughter who decided to follow her dream but had yet to make it big. Finally the elevator arrived at the floor that housed your lawyers office, walking up to the receptionist desk you surprised the poor girl sitting behind the large counter. She stood quickly and bowed to greet you.

“Miss y/n, we weren’t expecting you. Lawyer Choi is in a meeting right now, allow me to show you to his office. Would you like anything to drink?”

“Some tea would be nice thank you.”

You were shown right into Lawyer Choi’s office where you sat on the couch and sipped on the warm tea waiting for him to come in. Looking around the room you took in all his pictures of him with clients and then the ones of the two of you over the years. You and Jungwoo grew up together, his father was best friends with yours. They had hoped the two of you would have gotten close and been the two to join the families but it wasn’t in the cards. You only ever saw him as your older protective brother. It wasn’t long before he strode into the room with an air of confidence surrounding him.

“Y/n, you should have called me and I would have canceled my meeting.”

“You don’t need to do that oppa, I know how busy you are.”

“So what brings you in today?”

Placing your tea down you took a deep breath before going into things.

“I need your help to purchase stock in AOMG or through CJ&EM. Either way I want stocks that don’t give me all the control over the company but just enough that I can make problems with them if I need to.”

“Y/n, but why would you need that? You are with Jay so I don’t really understand this.”

“Jay has chosen to betray me, I have evidence of his betrayal. I have already funded enough money into his pocket so why shouldn’t I have part of his company. I will also need a document drawn up.”

“That son of a bitch.” Jungwoo sat forward clenching his hands into fists and slamming them down on the arm of the couch. “What document do you need.”

“I need one that will state that he will not try to claim paternity to my child and will not interfere.”

“Child? Are you pregnant?”

“Yes, 10 weeks.”

“He doesn’t know does he?”

“Not yet, I was waiting to tell him.”

“I don’t like the man but he does have a right to a child he helped create.”

“I know but he doesn’t deserve this.”

“He might not, but y/n this isn’t right.”

“Can you just draw up the papers oppa, I won’t use them right away but I want them drawn up anyways.”

“Fine but I will hold onto them.”

“Thank you, how hard will it be to get the shares?”

“It shouldn’t be too hard, I can look around and buy some shares from other people.”

“Can you have them done by tonight?”

“I can try, but I will have them ready by tomorrow for sure.”

“Thank you oppa.”

“When are you going to tell your parents about this?”

“Soon.”

“If you need anything just call me ok?”

“I will. I need to get going, I am sure you are busy.”

Standing from the couch you were pulled into a hug and took comfort from the one man who you knew you could always count on.

Climbing back into your car you make your way over to the AOMG office. You weren’t going to confront Jay on his betrayal just yet, no you were going to keep playing the role of a loving girlfriend. Pulling up to the office you easily found a parking spot as it was pretty early in the day for anyone to be here. Walking in you ran into a few of the artists, Hoody was just walking out of the bathroom and spotted you.

“Y/n what are you doing here so early?”

“I just thought I would stop in with Jay, I didn’t see him last night and wanted to check on him.”

“Oh yeah, he was here when I left last night. I won’t keep you, I am sure he is probably in his office nursing that hangover.”

Hoody smiled as she walked off, she was always one of your favorites. The two of you often had a girls night at your place or hers just watching cheese movies or giving each other facials. You knocked on Jay’s door before walking in and sure enough there he was laying on his couch with his arm thrown over his face blocking out the light.

“Kiseok, please tell me you have something to get rid of this.”

“Not feeling good?”

Jay shot up to a sitting position quickly grabbing his head and wincing from the fast movement.

“Y/n what are you doing here?” He stuttered out.

“I just felt like I should check in on you since you were working so late last night. Do you need me to run and grab you something?”

“You don’t need to, I am sure we have something around here. Come here baby.”

Jay held his arms out and you walked over and fell into his lap. Letting your head rest on his shoulder as his arms encased you in his embrace. How many times have you done this over the years. This use to chase away all the trouble in your mind but now all it brought was heartache. Did he hold the others like this too?

“What’s wrong baby, you aren’t normally this quiet. Are you mad because I was working late last night? I am sorry, I didn’t want to wake you last night.”

“I’m not mad, I get that you had to work. I guess I just feel a little off today.”

“Is it that time of the month already? Do you need me to get you some chocolate or anything?”

You smiled and shook your head, you couldn’t understand how he could be this nice to you but then turn around and cheat on you.

“If you need anything you know you can call me. Why don’t you go home and crawl back into bed, I will bring you something good to eat tonight. Just go home and relax.”

“Jay you know I love you right?”

“Of course I do baby, me too.”

Pulling back you let a small smile cross your face before standing up. You never could understand how people can answer that way, by saying me too doesn’t that just mean they love themselves? Otherwise why not just say I love you too, it was a stupid response.

“Y/n, are you sure you are ok?”

“Yeah, I’m going to head out.”

Jay looked up at you from his spot on the couch with a quizzical look on his face but nodded his head. Getting to the door you were just about to open it when Kiseok suddenly opened it shocking you so much you jumped back and almost tipped over. Kiseok quickly dropped what he was holding to grab you and keep you from falling over, your hands went instantly to your stomach.

“Hey now, you ok y/n? I didn’t mean to surprise you like that.”

“No it’s fine.”

“You sure, why don’t you sit down you don’t look too good.”

Pulling out of his arms you shake your head and quietly say a goodbye before rushing out of the office. You could feel yourself starting to sweat and little nausea waves were beginning to wash over you. Quickly you rush to the bathroom making it just in time to empty what little bit of food you had in your stomach. When you knew you were done you grabbed some tissue to wipe your face before flushing the toilet. Unlocking the stall you were met with a concerned Hoody who had a bottle of water in her hands.

“Kiseok called and said to come check on you. Are you ok?”

“Yeah I am fine, probably just a stomach bug.”

“Do you want me to bring you home?”

“No I am fine.”

“You sure?”

“Yeah, I am just going to go home and rest.”

“Ok, call me if you need anything.”

When you walked into your apartment you changed into something comfortable before going into your office and opening your laptop. Another message from anonymous awaited you, this time with pictures that were a few months old from the looks of it. They were with some girl, she looked to be younger then you but attractive none the less. It was pictures of her and Jay at a club, a restaurant, out shopping. There were a few of them walking into a hotel together at night and walking out in the same clothes the next morning. A recent picture with a date on it showed the same girl walking out of a clinic holding some pamphlets. A close up inspection of the pamphlets showed they were about pregnancies. Checking the date it was a week or two after you had found out about your own pregnancy. Tears started to form in your eyes and no matter how hard you tried to hold them back they were determined to fall. The man who you loved and wanted to start a family with not only had cheated on you but possibly had gotten another woman pregnant as well. Sending a quick text to the person you asked if he knows about this and the reply was instant, no. At least he was getting his wish of becoming a dad. Closing your laptop you stand with your phone walking out of the office and made your way to your bedroom. Just as you were about to lay in bed a text from Jungwoo comes through informing you that the shares would be in your name come morning, enough to make Jay’s life hell if need be. You send him a text thanking him for his help and inquire about the document you asked for, he responded back that they are ready and will be there if need be. With the news of Jay’s other possible baby you really didn’t want him in your life anymore. Closing your eyes you quickly fall asleep.

You were awoken to someone slowly shaking you awake, opening your eyes you found a smiling Jay looking down at you.

“How are you feeling baby?”

“Fine, a little hungry but fine.”

“Here come out to the kitchen I brought you some porridge from your favorite place. Hoody told Kiseok that you were sick earlier and I figured this would be better than anything.”

Taking Jay’s hand he helped you up and out of the bed before walking slowly with you to the kitchen where he had the food waiting for you. As you ate Jay stood across from you smiling at you, how could he even smile at you knowing that he was breaking your heart.

“Listen, I want to stay and take care of you but I have a dinner meeting I need to get to. Will you be ok on your own?”

“I will be fine, I always am.”

Jay gave one last smile before turning and walking out the door, probably off to go fuck the other girl. Finishing the porridge, you clean up the mess before grabbing your laptop from the office and just going right back to your bedroom. You were still feeling kind of dizzy and only wanted to stay in bed. Opening up your work email you replied to your manager about some commercial offers before coming across one from yesterday night about a drama offer. It was a supporting role and it was what you had been waiting for this whole time. Yeah your family’s money could have bought you any role you wanted but you wanted to work for it. You quickly respond that you will take it but also inform your manager of your current situation. Not just about the impending split from Jay which would make headlines but also about your pregnancy. You knew it was only going to be a matter of time before you would need to tell your manager so you mind as well get the earful out of the way. Closing out of the emails you went over to your social media pages checking messages from fans whom you only acquired after people found out about you and Jay. Some antis and some people supporting the two of you. You laugh at the messages from the anti’s, they will be happy to know their lovable oppa was about to be single really soon. Yet it will be bitter sweet once they find out he had gotten another girl pregnant. You weren’t sure yet if you were going to inform him of this pregnancy or let it blow up in his face.

The text message alert rang in your quiet room alerting you of a new message. Grabbing your phone you open it to find a message from anonymous with a picture of Jay with the same girl from the night before. Closing out of that message you open a new one to Jungwoo asking him to come over, he responds back telling you he is on his way.

Jungwoo doesn’t even bother ringing the bell and lets himself in. He finds you laying on your bed looking at old pictures of you and Jay on your phone.

“Don’t torture yourself with that.”

“Oppa I don’t feel too good.”

“Is it the baby? Do you need me to take you to the hospital?” He quickly says as he rushes to your bed sitting down and putting his hands on your head to check your temperature.

“I just feel a little sick and dizzy, but I need your help.”

“What do you need? Do you want me to put a hit on Jay? Just say the word, you know I know some people who will help make him disappear.”

You laugh, “No don’t do that.”

“Then what is it?” Jungwoo puts his hand on your cheek and you lean into his hand smiling, he is always there for you.

“Can you pack up all his shit?”

“Do you have some garbage bags?”

“Under the sink.”

“Done, you just lay there and relax.”

Jungwoo disappears and returns with a bag and walks over to the closet grabbing all of Jay’s clothes that he has in there before going to the drawers and grabbing what he has there. When all is said and done there are three bags full of clothes and shoes that belong to him, you thought of burning everything but decided to just return them to him.

“Do you have anything at his apartment?”

“Nothing that I need, just some clothes and shoes but he can just trash them for all I care.”

“So how are you going to go about this?”

“Can you come and pick me up tomorrow afternoon and take me over to his office? I don’t know if I will be able to drive.”

“Of course, I will clear my schedule.”

“Thank you oppa.”

“Do you want me to stay?”

“No you can go, can you keep that shit in your car? We can bring that tomorrow.”

“Of course, get some sleep and if you aren’t feeling better tomorrow then we should put this off and go see the doctor.”

Nodding your head but you know this needs to be done now. Jungwoo walks over to you and bends down to place a light kiss on your forehead before walking out with the bags. Grabbing your laptop, you hit print on some of the pictures while loading the rest of the evidence onto a flash drive. With everything set you pulled the comforter around yourself and fell back to sleep.

The next morning you wake up feeling better then you had yesterday but dreading what was to come. You shower and then eat a light breakfast before going into your closet. You were torn on what to wear, on one hand you wanted to dress as business but on the other hand you wanted Jay to see what he was going to miss out on. In the end you opted for a combination, a tight white pencil skirt and a black blouse toping it off with a pearl belt. Just as you were finishing up your makeup Jungwoo called to let you know he was waiting downstairs. Grabbing your purse you put the flash drive along with the printed pictures in it before walking out of the apartment.

Arriving at the AOMG office you told Jungwoo to wait in the car and you would call if you needed anything. The office was pretty busy for the time of day it was, everyone must be getting ready for the tour that was set to take place in a couple of months. Walking past some of the artists you knew you smiled and bowed slightly to greet them, Minsik let out a whistle as you walked by which made you laugh a little. You were really going to miss them when this all ended.

When you got to Jay’s door you took a deep breath and prepared your cold face, you were not going to show your emotions to him. He didn’t deserve to know how much he was really hurting you. You didn’t bother knocking on his door and walked right in, Jay was sitting behind his desk typing away on his computer. When he saw you he stopped what he was doing and sat back in his chair crossing his arms over his chest and looked you over with lust in his eyes.

“Damn baby, what’s the occasion that you come dressed looking all sexy like that?”

You didn’t even answer him as you went to take the seat across from his desk. Sitting down you open your purse and grab the printed pictures and throw them across his desk making them cover it. Jay looks at you with his eyebrow raised before looking down, his face instantly morphed into one of pure shock before turning into a panicked expression.

“Y/n that’s not me!”

“Don’t even try to deny that Jay, those are you there is no denying it.”

“They must be photoshopped. I wouldn’t cheat on you!”

“You can stop with all the lies Jay, I know about everything. I know about the multiple women you have been fucking on the side. I know about how all of those canceled plans and late nights in the studio were really just you out there fucking half of the city.”

“Why would I lie to you? I love you, I would never cheat on you.”

Pulling out your phone you forward the one video taken outside of where Jay was fucking one of the girls. “You can’t avoid this Jay.”

Jay’s phone dings and he picks it up playing the video, sounds of the mixed moans and name calling fill the room. He quickly ends the video and puts his hands in his hair as he throws his head back in frustration.

“You have been following me?”

“No.”

“Who is the one lying now?”

“I wasn’t following you, I was blind to everything you were doing behind my back.”

“So you want me to believe this magically dropped into your hand?”

“I don’t care what you believe to be honest, I could give two shits about it.”

Jay sits forward with his elbows on the desk and rests his face on his hands, he had one of his sexy grins that always got his way but not this time.

“So what of it? So I fucked some bitches on the side, everyone does it. The fact that I come home to you is what counts doesn’t it?”

A disdained sigh escaped your mouth at his comment.

“No Jay that is not what matters, loyalty matters.”

“Fine, then I promise to never do it again. Is there anything else you need?”

Shaking your head, “That’s not how this is going to work.”

“Then how exactly is this going to work.”

“I am leaving you, I no longer want you in my life.”

“Then do it, no one is stopping you. You didn’t need to come all the way down here to do that.”

Pain from his words almost brought tears to your eyes but you held the mask in place.

“That I could have, but I wanted to see your face when you hear about how you are about to be a father…..by two different women. Congratulations Jay.”

Jays hands that were holding up his face fell to his desk along with his jaw. The look of shock and horror was worth all of these hurtful words he was spewing at you.

“Bull shit.”

“Nope.”

“I have always been careful.”

“Nothing is 100% effective Jay.”

“Who is claiming this?”

“The blonde one you were messing with a few months ago actually found out only a couple of weeks after I found out.”

The look on his face was comical, you were waiting for his head to explode any minute.

“Your pregnant?”

“Yes, I was waiting for a good time to tell you. This isn’t exactly how I wanted to tell you.”

“Then you can’t leave, if you are pregnant then we need to get married.”

“Why the fuck would I ever marry you? A lying cheating bastard who has fathered two babies who will probably be weeks if not a month apart. No Jay I will not be marrying you.”

“You can’t keep my child from me!”

“Actually, I can and I will.”

“The hell you will! I will take you to court and take that child from you!”

“No you won’t Jay, see the thing is I have all the power. Not only will a judge not give a child to a man who is out partying all night long but you won’t want to take this to court.”

“And why not exactly?”

“Because I now own enough shares in AOMG to make your life hell. Not only that but I have enough video evidence of you fucking random women in the club to make the whole country turn against you.”

“Bull shit.”

Grabbing your phone you call Jungwoo and tell him to come in. After a few moments he walks in with the bags of Jay’s things and tosses the bags onto the ground before walking to your side. He hands you a folder that not only holds the proof of the amount of shares you own but also the document that says he will not claim this child as his. You hand over the documents to him and give him a moment to read everything over.

“Sign that document and I will make sure my copies of the videos never see the light of day and I will not interfere in your work. Refuse to sign and I will make sure that every news outlet has the videos and pictures of your sexcapades along with the pictures of baby mama walking out of the clinic with her pregnancy info. The choice is yours Jay.”

Jay sits there looking over the documents and the pictures on his desk, before he looks up at you with tears in his eyes.

“Please y/n, don’t do this. We can be a family, I deserve to know my child.”

“You could have, but Jay you made this choice. I didn’t force you to stick your dick in some other bitch’s vagina! I didn’t force you to cheat and lie.”

Jay wipes away his tears before he glares at you, “This is bullshit, your just another cunt like the rest of them.”

Jungwoo steps forward but you place your hand on his stopping him.

“Did you even love me Jay, did those years mean nothing to you? All of the memories we have, were they that easy to push aside to just get your dick wet?”

“You were just a convenience, you had the extra cash if I needed it. You came from good money and had a good name. Being with you only helped my image here. If you had only continued to play dumb going around trying to be an actress we could have continued and eventually gotten married. But I guess now it doesn’t even matter.” Grabbing a pen he signs his name, “You think my life will be the only one tarnished. Yours will be down the drain as well, you know damn well that this society frowns upon single mothers! Daddy’s money won’t be able to save you this time.”

Jungwoo grabbed the documents from Jay as soon as he closed them. Jay sneered up at him.

“Aren’t you just over the moon with this turn of events, now you can finally get what you have always wanted.”

“I don’t know what you are talking about Jay.”

“Cut the shit Jungwoo, I have seen the little looks you give her when she isn’t looking. I know you want her. Now you can have her and that bastard baby.”

You stand from the chair and reach across to slap Jay across the face, “Fuck you Jay Park!” you spit in his face for good measure before walking out of his office with Jungwoo following you. You hold in the tears as you walk by the surprised members of AOMG, clearly that had heard everything. Only when you get into the safety of Jungwoo’s car that you allow the sobs to take over your body. Jungwoo reaches over and pulls you into a hug trying to comfort you as best as possible.

“Take me home oppa.”

You were ready to be done with Jay Park and didn’t want to be near him anymore. Jungwoo started the car and began driving off as you watched in the mirror as the AOMG office grew smaller and smaller the further you got from it.

“Good bye Jay.” You whisper so quietly that only you would have heard it.

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No Need To Regret: Chapter 24

From the Beginning

The mattress shifting like someone had sat down on the side opposite of mine stirred me awake. My mind floundered for a moment, confused by someone next to me moving around while at the same time not panicking over the foreign movement. I sat up, squinting against the unfamiliar room, barely cast in light from the rising sun. A hand touched my shoulder, making me jerk before it squeezed gently, a rough thumb rubbing at my skin.

“It’s just me, Keni,” a thick, tired Irish accent filled me with peace as the past few days came flooding back. The other human in my bed was Niall, the strange room was the master bedroom in the house Niall bought, and last night we…

A blush crept up my cheeks as I took in his shirtless state and became acutely aware that I was naked under this pile of blankets. The details from last night and all of the firsts it had contained woke me up completely. Niall smirked, like he knew what I was thinking. “I’m going to go do a quick workout. Go back to sleep.” He leaned over and kissed my forehead before walking out of the room.

I couldn’t fall back asleep, though, no matter how much I tried. The room was so big and empty without Niall or a full set of furniture. At the same time, I could feel the potential. I could feel a sense of comfort building up slowly in the background of my mind. Right now, it was empty, but with time I could see this being my favorite place to come and visit Niall when he’s not on tour. Somewhere I could bring my younger siblings, so they could escape from their real lives, even for a few days.

It wasn’t strong yet, but there was a budding seed of hope that this house was a living representation of what our future could be. A place where all of us could come together and just… be normal. How can I go back to sleep when my mind is racing for what this means in mine and Niall’s relationship and what this could mean for the kids, especially Ethan? The days spent in the pool, the movie nights, even the days we were on opposite ends of the house, doing our own thing but them knowing that we’re all there and nothing is going to ruin that… I want it so much I can taste it.

I don’t know how long Niall’s working out, or even where he’s working out since we don’t have floors or his gym yet, but when he walks back through the door the sun is bouncing through the wall of windows and there’s a gleam of sweat on his skin. His eyes dance down my back. “I could get used to this,” he says softly. “I’m gonna shower and then I’ll make breakfast. Eggs and sausages good?”

“Sounds perfect,” I reply. “I’m going to have to go home after breakfast, so I can shower and get ready to go to class.”

Niall grins and wiggles his eyebrows at me. “Or you could just shower with me.”

My cheeks turn pink, but I’m also laughing. “Yeah? And change into what, exactly? It’s kinda gross to shower and then pull on the panties I was wearing yesterday.”

“You’d hate being on the tour bus.”

Wrinkling my nose, I reply, “I have brothers. I’m familiar with the hygiene habits when y’all are traveling in packs.” Chuckling, Niall disappeared into the bathroom. It wasn’t long before I was hearing the water hit the floor of the shower and then the glass door clicking shut as Niall climbed in. I spent a few more minutes just lying in bed, not really wanting to go back home or to school. Daydreaming of how we might get a repeat of last night’s activities and contemplating what had prompted it...

“Kendra, you have responsibilities,” I reminded myself sternly, forcing my body out of bed as I tried to recall where my clothes had landed the night before.

I was bent over trying to retrieve a sock out from under the bed when I heard Niall smugly say, “You’ve got the best ass I’ve ever seen.” I yelped, jumping up straight as I twirled around to see him leaning against the doorframe, a towel wrapped around his waist. His hair was sticking out at various angles and there was something about the way he looked that just made me feel at home, despite my embarrassment.

“Are you sure you have to go to school today?” he asked, his eyes raking over me again. “I could cancel the work crews for the day. We could just stay in… naked… in this room.” I walked around him towards the toilet as I shook my head, ignoring that it was exactly what I wanted to do today, and he sighed deeply. “Fine, but only because you being so smart is damn sexy, too.”

When I came back out Niall was gone and the faint smell of breakfast being cooked was wafting through the house. I slipped on yesterday’s clothes and run my fingers through my hair. It’s the best I can do until I get home. Wandering out into the main part of the house, I’m greeted by Niall standing at the stove in just a pair of jeans and a towel draped over his shoulder as he pokes at the contents on the stove. He looks up and smiles at me fondly, confusing and flustering me when I blush in response.

“I know I won’t be here when they start working on the kitchen, but I feel like I gotta use it as much as I can before they’re tearing it apart all over again,” Niall explained as he poked at the contents of the skillet in front of him. “How’d you sleep?”

Walking up behind him, my arms wrapped around myself against the morning chill that had settled over the house, I leaned my head against his shoulder. He tilted his head against mine for a moment in a movement that was one of comfort and familiarity. “Alright, I guess,” I tell him honestly. “It was nice waking up to you being there, but you still sleep on mattresses that are way too soft.”

He shook his head good naturedly. “What, would you rather I just dragged one of those huge limestone rocks in here for you to sleep on?”

I screwed up my nose, knowing he could feel it against his shoulder. “No. Limestone is softer than the other rocks. I’m more of a quartz or granite kind of girl.”

He twisted his head around so he could give me a playful stink eye. “You’re impossible. The princess and the pea has nothing on you.” He tilted his head towards the refrigerator as he said, “There’s drinks and stuff in there. Help yourself.”

“When’s the house supposed to be ready?” I ask as I pull open the fridge door. It’s sparse, just enough for the few days Niall is here, but there’s orange juice and bottles of water. “Have they said?”

Niall nodded. “Yeah, they’re aiming for April as an end date. That’ll have it ready with furniture and everything by the time we go on break from tour in May. We’ll be recording our album and finishing up writing during that time, but I can use the house as a home base and be able to spend more time with you.”

“Just in time for swimsuit weather, too,” I tease but it’s my breath that catches when Niall’s eyes graze down my body appreciatively, once again sparking memories of what we had already done in the house. Clearing my throat, I change the subject, “That means you should be home for Noah’s graduation, too. I know you probably won’t wanna go but you can at least go to the party.”

Niall leveled his eyes with mine again as he put a plate in front of me and in his most serious voice said, “Kendra, I wouldn’t miss Noah graduating for the world.” It sent shivers down my spine and I had to swallow to clear my throat. Something I had read on Tumblr months ago crossed my mind: When Niall decides to commit, he’s 100% committed. The good, the bad, the ugly, the boring, he’s there.

We eat quietly for a few minutes before I ask, “Will I be able to come out to the house sometimes, check on how things are going? Especially once they start doing the painting? Since you want me to have some input on the details and all that jazz.”

Niall nodded and took a sip of juice. “I was hoping you’d do that, anyway. I have a good working relationship with my contractor, but I know he’d like having someone local to talk to that maybe kept a more normal schedule than I do.”

I chuckled at that. “I’m sure he’s been loving the middle of the night calls from Australia informing him that you’ve changed your mind about something.”

“He’s a trooper, that’s for sure,” Niall joked. He pointed across the counter to a set of keys I hadn’t even noticed before. “Those are your keys for the house. One for the front door, one for the guesthouse, and the one for the manual garage door. I’ll text you the passcode to open the gate and for the security system. You’ll need it if you come back here after class.”

Something in his voice had me looking up at him. He sounded nervous and he was looking at my anxiously, like he was concerned I wasn’t going to come back. Last night wasn’t exactly the clear wrap up to the concerns that I had. I hadn’t used words to convey my feelings and I’m still not sure that I have any words to say, just this warmth in my chest every time I think about what he’s doing for us here. “I’ll be here,” I tell him firmly, hoping that he can read between the lines. “Of course, I’ll here.”

It was so small the only reason I saw it was because I was looking for it, but Niall relaxed at my words. “Good, I have some things that I want to discuss with you. Tour and recording dates, looking at our calendars and lining things up.”

“Careful, Niall, you’re starting to sound like a real adult.”

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All day long I find myself doodling ideas for decorating the house in my notebooks instead of writing notes during lectures. It’s like the weight of the world has been lifted off my shoulders. Things still weren’t perfect, but having Niall’s support would make things easier and that’s all I can ask for.

I was still avoiding thinking through certain parts too deeply. Furniture arrangements weren’t nearly as confusing as working out the “L” word from Niall. Sure, he hadn’t said it but we both knew he meant it. He was going to say it and I stopped him. Even without the raw emotions from last night, I don’t think I really want to consider love right now. I know I feel deeply for him, but the only other love I’ve ever had in my life is for my siblings and it’s definitely not the same thing. I’m not sure how to define the things I feel for him, but right now I don’t think I want to. I just want to focus on the warm fuzzy feelings I have when I think about the house.

My good mood doesn’t evaporate all day. I float into work like Glinda on her bubble and Samantha and Joe notice immediately. “Good news, I’m guessing?” my boss asks as I go to drop off my things. I have a feeling that since my cold reception of Niall a few days ago she’s been gearing herself up to deal with an even moodier Kendra, possibly post-breakup.

“We worked things out,” I tell her simply. I had made the decision to not tell anyone, including the kids, about the house yet. He hadn’t explicitly said not to talk about it, but I wanted to enjoy it for the time being, just me and Niall. It’s not like it’s “mine” anyway, not yet. We’re still a world away from taking that step. Right now, it’s just a girlfriend helping her boyfriend decorate his house that he bought…

With his girlfriend and her four younger brothers and sisters in mind.

Pushing the thought from my mind, I jump head first into the day’s work. I’m in such a good mood, I even voluntarily take over the most dreaded job in the museum-- manning the souvenir desk when a class full of children are buying their keychains and magnets at the end of a field trip. I even managed to smile the entire way through it and was still relaxed as they walked single file out the doors.

Joe was staring at me in horror. “Who are you and what have you done with Kendra?” he asked. I always tend to volunteer to handle the tours since I don’t mind the ten thousand questions, but no one wants to run the desk as a class full of seven year olds try to figure out how money works in the real world, not just using their play cash register.

“I’m just in a good mood is all,” I tell him.

“Wow, Niall must have a really good…”

“JOSEPH!” Samantha snapped sternly. “Inappropriate for the workplace!” Joe blushed and didn’t argue when she sent him off to go straighten up some displays the kids had messed up. Samantha turned back to me, shaking her head, “Boys. They really have no filter. We’re close, but you can’t say the word, not when someone can hear.”

I was quietly grateful that she cut in. I was close to turning fire engine red as it was. What happened last night is not something to talk about, especially with coworkers. It was special and private, and I wanted it to stay that way. He had been the sweetest he could be, cuddling me in bed and showering me in kisses. Not many things were just ours and this one wasn’t going to be public information.

When it’s finally time to clock out I nearly run to my car with excitement. Yesterday was nerve wracking, but today I feel like I just get to enjoy being with Niall while he’s in town. It’s been a month since I’ve been able to spend time with him in person and I don’t want to waste a single moment of it.

It’s bizarre, making the drive to Niall’s house. It’s so far out of town and so secluded… everything that I had told Niall that I wanted. It was odd, I wasn’t even close to upset that he had bought a house with me and my family in mind but didn’t have me at least look at pictures before he bought it. We haven’t even been dating that long, and it’s Niall’s money. More than anything, I was on cloud nine that he had listened and acted on so many things I had told him I wanted in a home.

Nothing about this felt controlling in the least and that alone made my heart do funny things it had never done before. I grew up in a home where nice gestures often came with strings attached. I’m programmed to assume the worst, but none of my warning bells are going off. Everything about this feels genuine and it makes me that much happier.

And this drive… it was one I could get used to. Leaving the world behind to go to a place that no one knows about, where no one can find us. Where we can just relax and be ourselves. In the past, I had always wondered in the back of my mind if living in the middle of nowhere was my dream of just running away from the world, but with Niall waiting for me it felt like I was running towards something. I still can’t place my finger completely on what that is, but it’s there.

When I opened the front door, I was met with the delicious smells of something cooking away in the kitchen. “S’that you, Keni?” Niall called from around the corner over the sounds of sizzling.

“Who else would it be?” I asked as I slipped off my shoes and dropped my backpack, complete with a change of clothes for tomorrow. I walked into the living room and my heart melted at the sight of him, towel over his shoulder and tongs in hand as he hovered over the stove.

Niall shrugged, puckering his lips until I rolled my eyes and walked around the island to him, kissing him soundly before he went back to cooking. “May have been someone breaking in or something.”

“I have a key, Niall.”

“Maybe they mugged you and stole it from you.”

“Does anyone even know you have a house here?”

“You’d be amazed what they can find out.”

I rolled my eyes, boosting myself up so I could sit on the counter next to him. “But I made it through the gate without an alarm sounding. Pretty sure a burglar wouldn’t have the passcode to get through the gate.”

He glared at me softly. “Fine, I just like hearing that you’re home, alright?” I turned pink and stared down at my lap. A finger slipped under my chin, lifting up until I was looking in Niall’s blue eyes. “I was terrified I’d never even get to show you this house, Kendra. It’s just nice to have that moment.”

I leaned forward and pressed a soft kiss against his lips. “It is pretty nice,” I agreed and he smiled, going back to cooking.

“How was school and work?” he asked.

“Long and boring,” I sighed. “How was your day?”

He chuckled before saying, “Long and boring. I had my general contractor write down a schedule of when he plans on things being finished and when things need to be approved. I had him write down preferred dates to meet with you, but made it clear that you’re busy so those will most likely have to change.”

He gestured to a piece of paper on the counter and I leaned over, stretching my arm as far as I could, trying to reach it. “Careful,” he cautioned, hooking an arm around my waist to steady me. “If you fall off the counter you’re going to crack your skull.”

I allowed him to use his strength to help pull me back upright. Grinning, I said, “See? You’re ready for four younger siblings already. It’s basically a constant game of keeping them from killing themselves or staining the carpet with their own blood.”

Niall pressed a kiss to my forehead, “I already have my hands full with you.”

Scanning down the list, I felt like Niall had already made a few requests about dates for me to come out to the house. There weren’t any Tuesdays or Thursdays at all, the days that I have work. The biggest issue is actually a week that I don’t have a meeting set up. “It looks alright as far I can tell,” I say, looking over the list one more time. “The biggest issue is that the week I have spring break would be the best week for me to do appointments and finalize things like appliances.”

“Actually…” Niall started, looking nervous all of a sudden. “I was hoping that you’d spend that week with me. You don’t have work that week, you don’t have school, I’ll be in London for the week… It’s the perfect time for you to come out for a visit. I’ll have work, but we’ll be able to spend some time together and I can show you a bit of London.”

My heart sinks because he’s put so much thought into this and looks so hopeful… “I can’t, Niall. The kids have spring break that week, too and I’m supposed to be at dad’s that week. Brad can’t take them because that’s only about a week after Sarah’s due with the baby. Abi’s just…” not suitable to take care of four kids for a week, “not available that week. I can’t leave that week.”

To my surprise, Niall doesn’t look phased at all. “That’s perfect,” he says and I’m wondering if he heard me at all. “Bring them with you.”

“Excuse me?” I chuckle, not convinced this could be anything other than a joke.

“Bring them with you,” he says with all seriousness and my eyes widen in shock. “My place in London isn’t huge, nothing like this, but it’s got enough room for you and the kids to visit for a week. You can all go exploring while I’m doing work related shit. I won’t have to worry about you being lonely. None of the five of you have ever been out of the country and I’d love to start helping you see the world.”

My fingers started drumming on the counter nervously as I thought about it. I’d love to travel, especially to where Niall spends most of his time when he’s not in Los Angeles. I’d love to let my siblings see a part of the world that they otherwise wouldn’t get to see. It felt weird, asking him to pay for five international flight tickets and I just wasn’t sure if I could get them out of the country.

Niall turned off the stove and started moving things onto individual plates. “You know…” he said, glancing up at me as he licked sauce off his finger. “That’s the week of your birthday, too. March 3rd. You could spend your birthday with me in London if you go.”

My eyes narrowed at him suspiciously. “How did you find out when my birthday is?”

He didn’t seem perturbed in the least. “You have a sister-in-law who loves you very much and thought I should know. I would have hated to miss it. Please?”

I run my hand through my hair before smiling at him softly. I kind of was getting used to the pampering, in a way. “I’ll see what I can do, but I can’t make any promises. With all of the custody issues I’m not sure if I’ll be able to take them out of the country and I still need my dad’s approval, at least.”

“That’s all I ask,” Niall said, handing my plate to me and leaning against the counter as he started eating. “How exactly does this custody arrangement work, anyway?”

I take a bite of food and a burst of flavor explodes across my tongue. I look at him adoringly and say, “This is really good. You’re a good cook.” I take a minute to take another bite while I chew over his question. “From a legal standpoint, as far as the state is concerned, mom had her custody rights temporarily taken away. Their goal is always reunification, so she still has rights to her children. A different family can’t adopt them, for example. But she’s not allowed to see them or contact them thanks to the restraining order.”

“So, as far as the state’s concerned your dad currently has all of the rights to make decisions for them.”

“Yeah,” I nod. “Except he can’t, like… move them to a different country. Or even out of the state, I think. Which is why traveling with them might be a pain in the ass. There’s a good chance they’ll think he’s trying to spirit them away from mom before the courts decide she’s unfit.”

He looks contemplative as he says, “Makes sense. What are the odds of her losing custody?”

I frown, briefly wanting to kick something. “Not very likely. The caseworker has already told us that they want to work towards her being in contact with the kids again, even if they charges aren’t dropped. I think the state sees it as a one-time thing, not years of neglect since the kids are otherwise clean, relatively healthy, and do well in school. She mentioned parenting classes and starting out with monitored visitation before eventually transitioning to partial weekend custody.”

Niall was watching me closely, like he was trying to read every shift in my body language. “That’s not what you want though, is it?” he asked and I felt like I was on display, but also at ease at the same time. He didn’t strike me as the type that could normally read people with ease and he was really trying to understand what I was going through right now.

“No, I don’t want that,” I tell him honestly. “She was awful, she’s always been awful. Mike may be gone but it’ll just be someone else. She can’t stand to be alone and she doesn’t have the best track record on her choice in men. The kids will do so much better without her in their life. Dad isn’t much better, but at least he’s more… passive about not wanting kids. And if he has them full time, that makes it easier for me to see them more often. I want them to have a better life than I did, and I feel like I can give them that if they’re with dad full time.”

“You’ll do everything that you can,” Niall said without a trace of doubt in his voice. “If they say it’s up to your dad if they get to travel or not, what do you think he’s going to say about it?”

I laughed humorlessly. “Get them out of my hair as soon as possible. He’d be thrilled to get rid of them for a week.”

“We should check flights, so I know what to schedule if it turns out they can come with you. It’ll be easier if we’re not trying to figure it out over the phone.” He had a point and it did prove to be more difficult than I imagined. We spent nearly twenty minutes trying to figure out the best flight time as we ate. Did I want to beat him to London? A day later? Around the same time? Should we risk leaving the airport at the same time?

That part was relatively easy compared to the bickering over what tickets we should buy, if it did work out. “You deserve first class,” Niall argued, pointing out the plane configuration picture to me. “You’ll have so much more space and be more comfortable.”

“There’s five of us, Niall. It’s cheaper to buy seats in coach.”

He let loose an exasperated sigh at that. “I can afford to get the five of you in first class, Keni.”

That prompted a glare from me, “I know you can afford it. You can afford about five more houses, but that doesn’t mean you should buy them. They don’t know any different, they’ll be fine in coach!”

We finally compromised with business class seats on a flight that would land about three hours after his. That would give him time to clear the masses outside the airport and get home before we even landed. If it was just me going on this potential trip, I’d just say fuck it and face the crowds, but neither of us wanted to expose my siblings to that mess. We didn’t even want most people knowing they exist.

Once the kitchen was cleaned up, Niall guides me back towards the bedroom. “I had the contractor leave behind some samples that we can go over. There’s an entire binder of paint swatches. I didn’t even know that many colors existed.”

Niall wasn’t kidding. There were a series of stone samples, crown molding samples, floor samples; samples for everything under the sun. Having seen pictures of his other homes, I could imagine Niall felt a little overwhelmed with the options. He seemed to prefer pretty modern things with straight lines and a clean, sleek look. Most of what was in front of us wasn’t his normal cup of tea, so to speak.

I sat on the floor, pulling the stone samples closer to me. “I think we should figure out what we’re going to do with the fireplace in the living area before we settle on anything else. It’ll be easier to match our paint colors to the stone than it will be to do it the other way around.”

“Well, don’t you have it all figured out,” he teased as he joined me on the floor.

“I’ve watched HGTV a few times. I’m an expert.”

Settling on the stone for the fireplace was easy. Neither of us wanted brick, Niall agreed that a darker gray stone would work great with the color scheme I had in mind, and he wasn’t overly picky on the type of stone. The problem was how much stone there would be. “That fireplace is essentially it’s on wall,” Niall argued. “Don’t you think the stone should go all the way up?”

I shook my head. “No, I think we should put a mantle above it and then have drywall from there to the ceiling. That much stone is going to be too much, even in that room. This is a house, not a rock climbing gym.”

“People have had rock to the ceiling for centuries.”

“This will look cleaner.”

Niall chewed it over in his mind for a moment before saying, “Show me what it is you’re talking about.”

In the end, he agreed that I had a point and promised to leave it in a note for the contractor. We were sorting through the different stains for the cabinets, making sure I knew which ones Niall hated and which ones he preferred, when he said, “There’s actually something else I want to talk to you about.”

“Yeah? What’s that?” I asked, my mind still on renovations, thinking he was talking about floor types or something.

“It’s actually about the band.”

I lifted my head up at that, mind scrambling to catch up with the change in direction. He looked nervous, but in a way that was different from earlier. “What about the band? Is everything alright?”

“I mean, yeah. We love what we do, we still get along, it’s just… we’re tired. We’ve been doing this nonstop for years now. There’s so little time to rest or spend time with our families. Sometimes it feels like we have to schedule time to breathe. We’re talking about taking a break for a while.”

“A break? When? For how long?”

Niall shrugged, running his fingers over a sample of Austin stone. “To be honest, I have no bloody clue. It wouldn’t be until the end of the year at the earliest. We have to get through this tour and our contract says we have to make another album first.”

Watching him, his eyebrows knitted together, prompted me to ask, “Is this what you want?”

“Not really. I’m worried that everything I’ve worked so hard for in the last few years is going to be for nothing. My life has been One Direction and I’m not ready for that to stop for so long, but Harry’s really pushing it. He says we need a break and a chance to just be ourselves for a while. I don’t really blame him, and it’s been obvious for months that Zayn especially needs some time to himself, I just don’t know what I’m going to do with myself.”

I reached over and gripped his fingers in my hands. “Whatever you guys decide to do, and whatever you decide to do with it, I’ll be here. Don’t look at it like you’re going to lose yourself and everything you’ve worked towards. Look at it like… you’re getting a chance to be yourself without any pressure. He’s not wanting the band to break up altogether, is he?”

“No, no, definitely not. I think he’s looking to explore the world outside of music for a while. He’s got a talent for acting, that one, and he’ll be brilliant at it. I just don’t think there’s anything for me besides music.”

“You’re more than just Niall from One Direction,” I reminded him. “I know all four of those boys would agree with me. You don’t have to figure all of that out now or even by the end of the year, if a break is what the five of you decide to do. And I’ll be here to support you.”

He reached out and wrapped his arm around me, pulling me against his side. “That means more to me than you know. I’ll admit, I like the idea of having more time with you. A chance to really get to know your brothers and sisters. It’s just scary to think about such a drastic change from what I’ve been doing my entire adult life.”

Snuggling in closer to him, I reply, “I can definitely understand that one, but you have a great support system. And it’s not like it’s going to be permanent. Maybe it’ll be a good thing, even. Your schedule really hasn’t been healthy, no matter how you look at it.”

Niall pressed a kiss against my hair. “You’re probably right. But let’s stop worrying about that one right now. I’m only here until the morning and I want to enjoy my time making renovation plans with you.”

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Chapter 25

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kianlawleysprincess · 7 years ago

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Never wanna leave you

I woke up in the morning surprisingly later than usual. Since I gave birth four months ago I was pretty much only asleep when she was, and she was definitely awake already. I roll over and notice that Kian wasn’t in bed. He must’ve gotten up with her so that I could sleep in. I smile and roll out of bed and walk down the stairs into the living room. I walk in and see Kian, my boyfriend of three years, rocking our sweet little girl in the rocking chair and singing her nursery rhymes. I pull out my phone and snap a couple pictures and post them onto my Snapchat. I walk over and kiss the top of his head. “Good morning my handsome boyfriend, and my gorgeous little Harper.” He smiles at me, and leans in for a kiss. “Good morning beautiful. Did you sleep well?” “I did, thank you.” I smiled and sat down on the couch. “How long have you been up?” I asked him. “A few hours.” He replied not looking up from our babies sweet face. “She’s so perfect” He cooed. “I don’t know what I’m going to do when I have to leave tomorrow for tour.” He says quietly. He’s been dreading having to leave since the day she was born. “I know baby, but it’s only for three months, you’ll be home before you know it!” I reassured him. “And we’ll FaceTime every single day. You won’t miss a thing. Ill send you daily videos and pictures, it’ll be like you’re here.” I kissed his temple. He was really worried about leaving. “What if she forgets me?” He asks quietly turning his face away from mine. “Kian” I started “you’re her daddy, She could never forget you baby.” I gently reassured him. “I know but I worry that’s all.” He answers. Wow, I thought, this is really killing him. He doesn’t put Harper down all day, and he begs me to let him move her crib into our room until I agree. I shoot JC a text as Kian moves her crib into our bedroom “hey JC, uh Kian’s really freaking out about leaving for three months, I just wanted to give you a heads up he’s going to be pretty miserable tomorrow.” “Thanks y/n, I’ll try to cheer him up! I’m pretty depressed about leaving lil Harper too honestly. She’s so cute!” I shake my head and put my phone onto my nightstand. I stare lovingly at the man who came into my life all those years ago and changed it for the better. I couldn’t imagine where I would be if I hadn’t met him. Somewhere in between my trail of thoughts and Kian climbing into bed after putting our princess into her crib I drifted off to sleep. Only to be woken up by Kian’s alarm what felt like only minutes later. I could hear the fear in his voice as he leaned over and whispered into my hair “baby, I’m so sorry that I have to leave. I don’t want to. I’ll cancel the tour, I’ll just stay here. I need to be here.” He starts to cry. “Ki,” I whisper back “we’re going to be okay, I promise. You can’t cancel your tour because you would let a lot of people down. I love you and I wish you could stay but it’s okay, we’ll be okay.” I kiss his wet cheeks, and cuddle in his arms for the last time in a long time. “Come with me.” He whines “baby we talked about this, Harper is too young to travel that much. She could get sick, she’d fall off her schedule we worked so hard to get her on, I wish we could but it’s better for her to stay here.” I started to cry. I hated seeing him like this. “I promise we’ll come visit as much as possible. I’m going to miss you so much.” “I’m going to miss you too y/n, more than you know. Are you sure you’ll be okay here by yourself? I can call my mom, or Fran they’ll come stay with you and help you take care of Harper. You shouldn’t have to do it alone.” He kisses my forehead. “I already talked to Fran, she’s driving up later today.” I reassured him. “Now go baby, you’re going to miss your flight.” I leaned in for one more kiss before he ran out the door. God this was going to be a rough three months. Kian’s POV it’s been a month since I have seen my family. I was dying. All I did besides my tour responsibilities was eat and sleep. I FaceTimed them every day, but it wasn’t the same. My arms ache to hold my little girl. I didn’t think it was going to be this hard. “Today’s the day” JC smiled at me. I nodded and smiled harder than I had all tour. Y/n and Harper were meeting us at the hotel today and staying all weekend. I was so excited. I was finally going to hold my two favorite girls. After what felt like years I heard a knock on the door. I bolted up to the door and quickly opened it grabbing my girl and holding her close to my chest. “Finally” I breathed. I kissed her forehead and bent over to look into the stroller that held my sleeping little princess. “There she is” i cooed “I’ve been waiting for you to get here” I gently lifted her out of her stroller and held her in my arms. “Dude are you crying?” JC teased “dude why are you still here?” I snapped at him. “Okay okay, I’m out.” He stopped and kissed Harper on the cheek and then leaned down and kissed y/n’s head. “Have fun.” He whispered. “He’s lucky I have Harper in my arms or I would have kicked his ass for touching my girl like that.” I muttered under my breath hoping y/n didn’t hear me. Your POV Kian muttered something rude about JC under his breath, probably hoping I didn’t hear him but I did. “Excuse me?!” I shouted “He is your best friend and our daughters god father do you really think that he would do something inappropriate towards me? He’s like my brother. You kiss your sisters on the head. It’s fine. Jesus you need to calm down Ki. I know it’s been a long time but you really need to relax. I’m yours. You have nothing to worry about, you don’t always need to be so protective.” I reassured him. I wasn’t trying to start a fight but I just got off a five hour flight and I’m exhausted and I am not in the mood for his jealous bullshit right now. “I know baby, I’m sorry. I’m just possessive and I know you wouldn’t do anything and I know he wouldn’t, it’s just been so long and I missed you and I want you two all to myself I don’t want to share with him.” He said reluctantly knowing that he didn’t have much of a choice. “Too bad.” I answered. “JC is very much a big part of our lives, so you have to share us this weekend.” I leaned over and kissed his head. “I love you Ki.” “I love you too Princess.” We laid down on the bed and turned on the TV to watch a movie while Harper slept in the portable baby crib I brought. I curled up next to my handsome boyfriend, and kissed his bare chest. “I missed you Ki.” I whispered. “It’s so hard to be away from you.” “I know baby, I think I cried more than I thought I could these last two weeks” he replied truthfully. “I knew it would be hard but this is too hard.” I bury my head into his chest not wanting him to see me cry. “Babe I can feel your tears on my skin. You’re not hiding anything from me.” He says as he pulls my chin up so I had to look at him. He reached down and wiped my tears away with his fingers and pulled me closer to him. “We’re gonna be okay baby. I promise.” He reassured me. “It’ll be over soon.” Soon enough three months had passed and Kian was on his way back home. I was so excited for him to finally be home with us. The door opened and i ran to him and jumped in his arms. I had only been able to visit him once on tour so it’s been two months since I saw his face. “God Ki, I’m so happy you’re home I missed so fucking much.” I screamed as I held on for dear life. “Never let me go.” I said much quieter. I didn’t like to let him see my needy and clingy side but after two months it was hard not to show it. “Babe I’m right here. I’m not leaving.” He reassured me and he squeezed me tight. He held me for as long as I needed not once trying to put me down which I thought was really sweet considering I knew how much he wanted to run over and pick up Harper. I jumped down and took his hand and we walked over to Harper’s play pen. She smiled up at him for the first time ever and he screamed from joy “did you see that? She smiled at me!” He picked her up and started dancing and singing and holding her close. It was quite possibly the cutest thing I’d ever seen.

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sinsiriuslyemo · 7 years ago

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Welcome to another season of Cuba v DR!! We’re excited to be back! Hope you guys are just as excited for another season of twists and turns!! We have yet to decide if we’ll be going back to two episode a day or just one, like last season, so just give us some time to figure that out! For now, enjoy the first episode of season 16!!

EPISODE 1

“Okay, so you have everything, yes? Toothbrush, cellphone charger, passport…” Rafael said as he helped Roxie carry in her bag to go to London for her magazine interview.

“I do, I'm not six, thank you mum,” she giggled and kissed him. “I'm only gone for a week, then I'm back in your arms. I promise.”

“I know, I’m just helping,” he replied, smirking softly. “I’m gonna miss you,” he added, stroking her hair and kissing her deeply.

She kissed back and smiled, “I miss you already,” she whispered. “But Izzy and Lila said they'd stay with you. Lila said that Izzy's been having a really hard time since the gallery shooting, so this might be good for her.”

“Yeah, she mentioned a few days ago that she’s been sleeping with the lights on,” he replied, sighing softly. “Still, hurry home, okay?” He kissed her lips. “I love you.” He gave her another kiss. “I’m so proud of you.” He planted another firm kiss against her mouth. “And find out when the article runs so we can buy a copy.”

She giggled and kissed him a few more times before running to the gate to catch her flight. She couldn't help it but fire off a text.

I miss you.

He smirked down at his phone, texting back as he watched her go through security.

I miss you too, mi amor. Be safe, text me when you land.

Sighing softly, he went outside to catch a cab back into the city, deciding to stop by Izzy’s before going to the office.

Lila opened the door leisurely to find Rafael on the other side.

“Hey,” she gave him a casual nod and a tired smile, dark circles under her eyes showing that she hadn't been sleeping either. She cancelled her entire tour after the shooting, Izzy needed her.

“Hey, how’s the shoulder?” he asked, gesturing to the sling holding her left arm.

“I'm fine,” Lila said as she nodded him in. “I finally got her down to sleep, please don't wake her.” Lila sighed softly, giving Rafael a scared look. “She's barely eating, she doesn't sleep, I have to force her to shower or get out of bed. I'm scared, Rafael.”

“She’s been through a lot of trauma in her life, this was just one piled on top. Just give her some time,” he replied softly. “Has she been going to her appointments with Dr. Lindstrom?”

“He's been having to come here,” Lila whispered. “She thinks she got those people killed…”

“She didn’t...that’s survivor’s guilt, we just have to be patient with her,” he answered. “The police still haven’t found the people responsible, but I think once they do, it’ll help her start to heal.”

Izzy poked her head out from the bedroom. The poor girl looked wrecked. “Rafi, hi,” she smiled a bit, though it never reached her eyes. Her normally silky hair was knotted and messy, her skin looked dull, and the circles under her eyes made her look nearly like a raccoon.

“You look terrible, hermanita,” he mumbled, hugging her and making a face when he was close enough to smell her. “Oh my God,” he murmured, holding his breath. “When was the last time you showered?”

“What day is it?” she mumbled.

“A week, it's been a full week,” Lila said, clearing having kept track.

“A week, I guess,” Izzy shrugged and sighed. “I'm gonna go back to bed.”

“No, you’re going to get into the shower because I have a strict no stink policy in our apartment,” Rafael replied. “Lila, why don’t you go ahead and sit down, rest a bit. I’ll pack a bag for the two of you, Izzy, wash everything...twice.”

“I'm not doing that,” she said flatly, moving into the bedroom and laying back down.

“I've been trying for days,” Lila whispered. “She won't do anything. And I have to sleep next to that smell every night.”

“Oh yes, she is. You lie on the couch for a while. I’ve got her,” Rafael said, tossing his briefcase aside as he dialed Carmen. “Hey, Carmen. Would you do me a favor and push back my meeting with Lieutenant Benson? Thanks. I’ll be there in about an hour,” he added.

Taking off his jacket, he hung it on the coat rack and rolled up his sleeves as he went into the bathroom and turned on the shower. Once he had the temperature just right, he moved into Izzy and Lila’s room, and dragged Izzy by her ankles out of bed, hoisting her over his shoulder and putting her in the shower, fully clothed.

“Wash. Everything. Now,” he growled firmly, walking out and slamming the door shut, deciding to stay on the other side to hold it shut.

“Rafi let me out!” She screamed and banged on the door. “I don't like this! Rafael!” She kicked and clawed at the space. “Please!” She pushed against the door, trying to escape. The feeling of panic rising in her at the idea of being trapped in here.

“Get in the shower and wash yourself, Izzy!” he hollered back. “Do it and I’ll let you out.”

“Rafi, I can't do this if you lock me in! Please! I need you to open the door!” she begged, terror clear in her voice.

Lila walked over to Rafael and shook her head at him.

“Just hang on a second,” she whispered and moved his hand, opening the door to see her wife sobbing on the floor. “Hey you,” she whispered gently, stroking Izzy's hair. “See? No one locked you in. You're fine,” she cooed.

Izzy nodded as Lila grabbed her and led her slowly back to the shower.

“Come on baby, let's get you cleaned up.”

She didn't protest this time, walking under the warm spray with her lover. Both girls still completely dressed as Izzy cried against her.

Happy that Lila was getting Izzy showered, Rafael got to work packing a bag for both of them to come stay with him for the week. Afterward, he made some food for Lila, and put their dirty sheets in the wash before putting fresh ones on their bed.

Lila led Izzy out in a robe, wrapping her close and drying her off. “You're so gorgeous, I love you,” she whispered.

“Okay,” Izzy mumbled softly.

“Lila go eat,” Rafael said softly. “Come on, Iz. Let’s get you dressed,” he added.

“I don't want to, Jesus, will you all just leave me alone?!” she shouted and pulled on her panties and bra as she crawled into bed. “Leave.”

“You’re gonna leave me all alone?” he asked sadly. “You know Roxie’s gone for the week, I thought…” he gestured to her, pouting softly. “I thought you were gonna come keep me company. I was really looking forward to it, kind of like when we lived together.”

She sighed and rolled her eyes, “I'm not stupid, that shit doesn't work on me Rafi. What's the fucking point?”

“No, it’s fine, really...I can eat take out for a week,” he replied sadly, running a hand through his hair and slowly making his way to the door. “Do a lot of late nights at work to keep my mind off of the fact that I already miss her. Probably sleep at work, too so...I should probably bring Mowgli with me so he doesn’t starve since I won’t be home very often. I’ll be fine,” he mumbled, frowning as he shuffled towards the front door. “Sorry for bothering you.”

She growled and sat up.

“You're such a fucking cocksucker,” she stomped into the other room. “You have thirty seconds to get out the door or I'm not coming.”

“Babe, he’s been gone…” Lila offered with a slight frown. “He left right after you called him a cocksucker...and he actually looked genuinely hurt.” She bit her bottom lip, readjust her arm in the sling. “You know, maybe spending the week with your brother will help take your mind off...everything.”

“I don't want to do anything, why are you all making this such a pain!” she sniffled. “I don't want to go outside,” she whispered. She moved to the door, calling after him. “Rafi! Wait…” Izzy called as she sniffled. “Wait…”

“Why does your elevator always take forever to get up to this floor?” he asked in frustration, jabbing the button with his thumb and sighing heavily. “I really don’t feel like being called anything else right now, Izzy, okay?”

“I'm sorry,” she said gently. “I'm just...angry.”

“So you take it out on me and Lila?” he asked.

“I said I was sorry, I just-” she sighed. “Forget it,” she whispered and wiped the tears off her cheeks.

“You just what?” he inquired gently. “Talk to me. You used to always be able to talk to me about anything...what happened to that?”

“You got your new British best friend,” she mumbled with a scowl.

“Hey,” he replied, furrowing his brows at her. “Just because I have a girlfriend, doesn’t mean that you’ve been replaced, Izzy. You got married, I’m engaged, that’s part of life, but it doesn’t mean we have to lose each other,” he added.

She sniffled and hugged herself.

“No one ever gets it,” she whispered. “Lila doesn't get it,” she whispered. “You don't get it…Dr. Lindstrom doesn't get it…” she closed her eyes tight. “I feel like I should have died.”

“I do get it,” he replied softly. “But it wasn’t your time, Iz. That’s why it’s so important to not take life for granted because none of us know when our time is up. Life’s too short to lay around, letting it pass you by.”

“My art was supposed to bring people together, and it turns out bringing them together just makes them easier to shoot.”

“Izzy, that’s not true,” he replied, shaking his head. “You had no control over what happened, none of us did,” he added.

“I brought them all there,” she mumbled through tears. “No one would be dead if it wasn't for me.”

“They came because they wanted to, Izzy. You didn’t force anyone there, what happened would’ve happened regardless of anything you did or didn’t do. Some people are just bad people, and sometimes good people are caught in the middle. What happened was not your fault. It couldn’t have been your fault,” he answered. “I know you, Isabella Barba, and I know that if you had even suspected that anything bad was going to happen, you never would’ve let people into that building.”

She sat down on the floor of the hallway and hugged her knees tight to her chest.

“You can not let this control your life,” he whispered, squatting in front of her. “I know that...out of all the things you’ve been through that this was probably the most traumatic...emotionally and mentally, but you are such a strong woman. I know that you have it in you to move past this.”

“What if I can't,” she whispered through her tears.

“I know you can,” he replied. “I’ve watched you lose your home, I’ve seen you have your life turned upside down, I’ve seen you have your heart broken, and you didn’t let any of that destroy you. I know you can do this too.”

She sniffled and nodded, wiping her eyes and standing up. “Okay,” she whispered. Though she didn't look convinced.

“Just try to focus on other things,” he suggested, putting an arm around her. “Lila’s arm is still in a sling, she needs someone to take care of her while she recovers so she can get back to making her music,” he added softly.

“Yeah maybe,” she mumbled and walked with him back inside.

“No, no I don't want to try it! Ew!” Amber laughed as Omar held a piece of pie to her face.

“What is this weird hatred of pie?”

“I just don't...like it,” she laughed and he grinned at her. After two days at the cabin, all outside problems had seemed to melt away.

“Who doesn’t like pie? What the hell is wrong with you?” he asked in a chuckle. “Pie is fucking awesome...and if you asked any American, they’d tell you that pie makes everything better.”

“It's honestly repulsing me that it's even touching your lips, I'm never gonna kiss you again,” she teased and smiled at him.

“Let me know how that works out for you,” he replied in a chuckle as his phone rang. “Yeah,” he said, listening to the person on the other line. “Yeah, okay...sounds good. Monday. Alright, thank you. Bye.” He hung up and looked at Amber. “Good news, bad news, which do you want first?” he asked.

“Bad news first,” she said softly as she stroked her fingers over his forearm.

“Looks like we need to either move to or close to Jersey City,” he said.

Amber made an unhappy face, “Because…?”

“Because I got a job,” he replied, smiling a little. “That’s the good news.”

She grinned, “That's great baby! I'm so proud of you,” she wrapped her arms around his neck and gave him a long kiss. “Anywhere would be stupid not to have you. What's the job?”

“Security at strip club down there...and…” He took another bite of pie. “They needed a weekend dancer,” he added with a full mouth.

She spit out her water coughing. “A dancer...you dance?”

“Yeah, you knew that. You’ve seen me dance before,” he replied.

“Yeah dance, but not...dance.” she made a sex voice and thruster her pelvis upward a bit playfully.

He rolled his eyes, chuckling softly.

“It’s not that big of a deal,” he said. “So I start Monday, means we gotta find a place down there,” he added. “You good with that?”

She thought for a moment then nodded, rubbing her stomach affectionately and looking down at it.

“Yeah, I'll go wherever,” she said softly and looked up at him. “She kicked me again today. She's been kicking most of the day.”

She tried not to mention their daughter too much, she wasn't sure he was ready. If he'd ever be ready…

“That’s good. I think that’s supposed to happen,” he answered.

She nodded, “Do you...want to feel it? It's faint but...I've just started to be able to feel it with my hands,” she said softly..”

“I don’t think I can this early on. Won’t be able to until six or seven months,” he replied.

“Oh,” she said softly, looking a little disappointed but quickly bounced back, sipping her water.

“Sorry,” he mumbled. “Damn science.”

“It's okay,” she said softly and looked at him. “Have you...thought about names at all?” She was curious but also didn't want to push him. This weekend had been one of the best of her entire life. She'd almost forgotten about everything.

“Not really, been busy looking for work and a place for us,” he answered honestly.

“Okay,” she nodded and sipped her water again, looking out the window at the view and smiling. “I wish we could just stay here,” she whispered, looking out at the beautiful scenery.

“Yeah, we used to love coming here as kids,” he replied. “First time we brought Nevada up with us, me and OJ talked him into knocking down a bee hive from that tree over there. He got stung to shit,” he added with a fond smile.

She giggled and smiled at the thought. “It's a nice place,” she said fondly and kissed his hand before standing up. “I'm gonna go on a walk.”

“Okay...I’ll just put away all this,” he replied, gesturing to the pie.

Nevada knocked on the door of the safehouse; He knew he shouldn’t be here, but he needed to see you. Lucia had come by to pick up the kids and take them to Coney Island for the day, but he knew you would be at the safehouse, helping Delia get things together for the worst case scenario.

You were looking over a map of the safehouse in your room. You and Delia had been focusing on where someone could come from, and where your best line of defense would be. It turns out, the two of you had made a great team.

You circled the windows and main entrance. If they hit with a flash grenade or even with enough bullets, you were all done for. You looked around the room and grabbed a set of encyclopedias, deciding you'd nail them to the door. It would slow, if not stop a bullet altogether.

When you heard the knock, you grabbed your gun, moving to the door and opening it, gun pointed right at his head until you noticed him.

“Oh thank god,” you whispered and dropped the gun from his forehead, wrapping your arms around his neck tight.

“Hey,” he sighed, hugging you tightly. He didn’t want to let go, all he wanted to do was bring you and the kids home with him and have everything go back to normal. It was the first time in a very, very long time that he was unsure as to what was going to happen.

You kissed over his jaw and neck, not sexually, just so glad he was still alive as you buried your face against him.

“I'm so glad you're okay,” you whispered as you traced your fingers up and down his arms. “Thank god.”

The two of you stayed holding each other for what felt like an eternity. Neither one ready to let go.

“Can I come in?” he mumbled.

You nodded and smiled, walking him in and taking a deep breath. “Delia’s moving her kids to Jasper's second house for a bit, so I'm here solo right now.” You looked a little nervous about the idea.

“I’ll stick around till she gets back,” he replied. “What do you think of going to your mom’s for a while? I think it might be better for the kids if they’re around family,” he added, letting you lead him into your bedroom.

“Is it safe?” you asked nervously.

“I’ll get you guys set up in the Bronx. We have a safe house there, it’s not that far from her brownstone,” he answered.

You sat down on the bed and nodded, “Yeah, okay,” you whispered. You were exhausted with keeping on a strong front for the kids and for Delia. “Are you scared?”

“Me?” he asked. “Just worried about you and the kids,” he replied.

You nodded slowly, running your fingers over the bedsheets and taking a deep breath. “I'm glad you're alright.”

“I don’t know if I can do it this time, Dama,” he admitted in a whisper, shaking his head a little. “These guys...it’s like they’re two steps ahead of us every time. I don’t know if I’ll be able to get us above water this time.”

“Hey,” you whispered gently. “What kinda talk is that? Tu eres el tiburon, you're my shark, baby. You're unbeatable. So they have a couple of party tricks. Big deal.” You shook your head. “You're it. No one is ever gonna take that.”

“Least one of us thinks so,” he replied in a smirk, resting his head against your shoulder.

“I know you, you're not ever gonna let anyone hurt your family,” you whispered. “I’d bet my life on it.”

He nodded against you, forehead still pressed against your shoulder as his arms circled your waist and pulled you against him.

You brought your lips to his, letting him kiss you deeply as you held him. You loved him so much, it was almost scary sometimes. But you had no doubts about him, he'd win. He always won. He kissed you back, but didn’t make any attempts to take it further than that. He just held onto you as though he might never get to again.

“Hey,” you whispered and laid him down, laying beside him. “You remember when we first met?” You laced your fingers with his and smiled. “Coño, I had such a good ass back then.”

“I like your ass better now,” he replied with a smirk.

You giggled and leaned in giving him a soft kiss. “I had never been so annoyed and attracted to someone in my life,” you whispered and snuggle close to him. “If this was what my life added up to, I'm okay with that. Amazing kids, tutoring centers and the sexiest husband a woman could ask for.” You kissed him. “I love you.”

“I love you too,” he answered. “I really annoyed you?”

“The smirk, the cocky attitude and the flirting with a teacher whom you weren't supposed to flirt with,” you quirked a brow.

“Right...you loved it though,” he replied, lightly pinching your side. “You tried to be all professional, playing a little hard to get, pero that just made me want you more.”

You smiled and nuzzled your nose against him, grinning and giving him a slow kiss. “If this was a different moment, I'd ask you to make love to me and let's make a baby.” You teased softly.

“You really want to?” he asked, looking down at you.

You smiled and gave him a nod. “Yeah,” you whispered.

“Okay…” he whispered back.

#Nevada ramirez #rafael barba #trouble in the heights #law and order svu #cuba v dr

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lushjin · 8 years ago

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Giving & Taking Pt.6|

I am so sorry this took me 3 months to write. I hope this isn’t trash & that it was worth the wait… It probably isn’t, sorry about that.

Warnings/ Genre: Smut , Angst, Jealously

Pairing: Namjoon x Reader, Jungkook x Reader

Word count: 3,2k

Everything in italics is flashbacks in Jungkook’s perspective.

The sound of the intercom up above brought Jungkook out of his daze. He felt a tight grip on his arm lightly tugging at it.

“Jungkook that’s your train, your train is starting board now sweetie.” His mother said in her usual calm tone. The voice that usually calmed him down had no effect on him at the moment.

Jungkook was leaving for college. And if he was being honest he didn’t want to go. He didn’t want to leave his family or his friends. Or this town that he’s gotten so used to. When he was younger he daydreamed about this day. The day he would finally be able to leave this town. But as he got older and the more used to it he got. He started to change his mind.

Eventually, he started dreading this day. There was no way his parents would let him not go to college. He could argue that he could attend a college here in his hometown. But his parents wouldn’t have that. They both worked so hard saving up for him and his brother to attend this university. He couldn’t do that to them.

He felt his mother tug on his arm again. Finally, he looked up to find his parents staring at him with worried looks on their faces. “Jungkook you’re going to miss your train.” His mother said her voice laced with concern now.

Jungkook nodded dropping his bags to give both his parents a hug. He picked up his bags once again and bowed to his parents before walking towards the train. He looked back one more time to see his parents watching him. His mother with tears in her eyes and his father with a stern face. Jungkook knew that was only cover, and that his father was just a sad as his mother.

He bid them one last goodbye before getting on the train.

When Jungkook first arrived at campus he was relieved to see one familiar face. Namjoon used to live in the house next door to his when they were younger. Even though Namjoon was a few years older than Jungkook somehow they became somewhat close friends.

Namjoon helped Jungkook settle into his dorm before giving him a quick tour of the campus. Jungkook was already starting to feel at ease. That’s why when Namjoon invited him to the first party of the semester Jungkook gladly accepted. It had been a long day, Jungkook deserved to let off some steam.

When Jungkook showed up to the party Namjoon was nowhere to be found. Jungkook walked around for a few minutes trying to find him. When he came up empty he decided he would just leave. What was the use of being at a party if he didn’t know anyone here?

He was already walking towards the door when two girls almost identical stopped him. “Leaving so soon?” The first girl said with a pout faking disappointment.

“Uh- well this isn’t really my scene,” Jungkook responded, which was true. Usually, he didn’t go to parties, especially ones this big. It seemed like half the school was here.

“Oh please! Look at you, you’re a hunk! There’s no way a guy like you isn’t into parties.” She didn’t seem to believe him or maybe she was just saying it to get him stay.

“I’m Doyeon by the way, and this is Suzi.” She pointed back at her friend who stood there silent.

“Jungkook.” He extended his hand to shake hers. She laughed and shook his hand. “Such good manners,” Doyeon said with a smirk.

Before she could say anything else some guy called out for her. She pouted again. “Sorry I’ve got to cut this short, but feel free to go grab a drink in the kitchen. They keep the good alcohol under the sink.” She winked at Jungkook before grabbing Suzi’s hand and disappearing into the crowd.

One drink Jungkook told himself. He’d get one drink and if he still couldn’t find Namjoon afterward he’d leave.

He found himself in the large kitchen looking around when he spotted you. You stared at the counter full of cheap liquor making what he assumed was a decision on what to drink. He figured he help you out. He let you know there was better liquor under the kitchen sink.

His throat dried and his palms became sweaty, as soon as you turned around and faced him. You were absolutely stunning. Much prettier than any of the girls at this party.

You stared at him for a few seconds taking him in. Jungkook’s body started to heat up with nerves. He hoped you didn’t notice his cheeks start to turn a light shade of pink. When you didn’t respond he quickly went over to the cabinet. Kneeling down picking a bottle that looked somewhat familiar.

He found your shyness refreshing. Considering since the first girl that actually talked to him since he got to campus was practically eating him alive. She came off too strong. Though Jungkook didn’t necessarily think there was anything wrong with that. But it wasn’t really his thing.

He needed not to fuck this up. He took a deep breath and walked back over to you. Since you still hadn’t said or done anything he decided to make the drink for you. He lied about rum and coke being his favorite drink. He also lied about the fact that the brand was actually good. Truthfully he didn’t know much about alcohol.

But somehow he managed to fuck it up. Because you bolted right out of the kitchen before he could even ask for your name.

He did end up getting your name that night. But with that information, he also found out you were Namjoon’s girlfriend. Out of all the girls in this school, Namjoon had to be dating you. Jungkook knew he wouldn’t be able to stay away from you. And he proved himself to be right.

A few weeks later.

A week. It’s been a week since Jungkook last saw you. Thoughts of you cloud his mind. His class is nearly over and he hadn’t even taken one note let alone pay any attention to what his professor was saying. Being a freshman in college was hard enough Jungkook thought. But with you in his life now it was even worse. His grades were going down fast. And if he continued at this rate. He’d be flunking out of college in no time.

You were all to blame for this. You’d canceled twice on him in the last week and hadn’t been answering back to any of his texts. He tried his hardest not to feel upset he knew you were having a hard semester and you were studying & working your ass off. But still, he needed to see you. Jungkook had grown so used to the routine you guys had. That it was really upsetting him that he had to go one week without seeing you.

One week. How pathetic was he becoming?

As soon as the class was dismissed Jungkook stood up immediately weaving in and out of the crowd of students who were all trying to leave at the same time. Once he made it outside he fumbled with his headphones desperately trying to untangle them. Just as he was about to shove one in his ear. He heard a familiar laugh. He stopped dead in his tracks nearly dropping his headphones. He shot his head up looking around to hear where it is was coming from.

The laugh sounded a lot like yours. Just as he suspected the laugh belonged to you. Jungkook’s eyes landed at the scene. You were sat on the grass paper surrounded you & Namjoon. You were starting to fall backward onto the grass. Your laugh was getting high pitched as you started to hyperventilate as you usually did when you were being tickled.

He had learned early on that you were very ticklish. He remembers the first time you actually laughed like that. You were both cramped in a closet quickly trying to remove each other’s clothes. Jungkook’s fingertips grazed the skin of your sides as he tried to take off your shirt. The feeling caused you to burst into a fit of giggles. Jungkook quickly caught on to what he did and attempted to do it again. Sure you were supposed to in a rush and keeping the noise down to a minimum. But Jungkook found it so cute he couldn’t help to tickle you again, but second time on purpose.

He hadn’t noticed it right away, but Namjoon had his hands under your shirt resting on your sides. He couldn’t see his hands but Jungkook knew he must have been tickling you. Pangs of jealousy shot through Jungkook’s body. His fists and jaw clenched simultaneously.

He was two seconds from running over there and yanking you out of Namjoon’s grasp and punching him straight in the face. He used all the strength he had and he was able to stop himself.

Some of the jealousy and rage subsided when he noticed how short the skirt you were wearing was. And how he had a perfect view of your white cotton panties, as you now laid flat on your back on the grass. He could feel his dick quickly come to life at the sight. He was somewhat embarrassed at the fact that he was getting a boner in the middle of campus. But he couldn’t help himself, that’s exactly what you did to him.

Hopefully, he could get rid of some of the embarrassment if he could get you to help him out with his little/ big situation. It was a long shot since you had been ignoring him all week. But it was worth a shot. He pulled out his phone and sent you a text.

Jungkook: God I miss that tight little pussy of yours.

Jungkook: Especially when you’re teasing me with a view of those white panties. (;

Jungkook watched as you picked up your phone and read the messages. You shot up instantly, quickly sitting up and fixing your skirt. You looked over to Namjoon who was now busy on his own phone. Jungkook assumed you were checking to see if he had seen any of the text.

You: wth Jungkook!

You: I’m with Namjoon!

You: Where the hell are you anyways?!

You: How can you see my underwear?????

Jungkook: Don’t worry I knew he wasn’t looking when i sent it.

Jungkook: I just got out of class and right as I stepped out onto the quad I got the best view of the whole campus. (;

Jungkook: My roommate is still in class for another two hours. Ditch Nams and meet me in the parking lot.

You: Can’t. Studying.

Jungkook: U need a study break, c’mon.

Jungkook: I’ll make it worth your while (;

Jungkook: Plus you owe me for teasing me like that. now I’ve got to walk around campus with a boner

Jungkook: ):

You: Fine.

You: Be there in five

Within the next 20 minutes or so you both had made it back to Jungkook’s dorm. You must’ve been hornier than usual, you were already down on your knees unbuckling Jungkooks pants.

“Look at you so desperate for my cock. Not even 30 seconds into my room and you’re already down on your knees. Such a dirty fucking slut.” Jungkook couldn’t help but scoff.

You only moaned in response quickly pulling down his boxers and jeans together in one swift motion. His erection sprung free and you were quick to take it into your hands.

Jungkook pulled away from you with a smirk. You looked up to him baffled as to why he would pull away from you, while your hands were on his cock.

Jungkook didn’t want to make this easy for you. You had ignored him all this week. Making him wait around for you. Plus seeing you like that with Namjoon did nothing but make him more upset. It should be him that gets to touch you like that, not Namjoon.

“Beg.” was all he said. And like the good little girl you were, you did as you were told.

“Please Jungkook, let me suck your cock– please,” you whined as you looked up at him with doe eyes.

This always got to Jungkook. He swears he could just come alone from looking at you like this. On your knees hungry for his dick begging for him to let you suck it. Without saying anything else Jungkook shoved his dick so far into your mouth that it hit the back of your throat. Causing you to unintentionally gag. You braced yourself against his thighs, as he tangled his hand into your hair. Forcing you to stay still as he fucked your mouth.

“Fuck– you’ve been such a bad girl you know that? Canceling on me and ignoring me. And then I find you all handsy with Namjoon on the fucking quad?!” Jungkook grunted. You whimpered and moaned around his dick as he continued to fuck your mouth.

“Do you think I deserve that?” he asked pulling you off of him. Giving you a chance to breathe.

Once you caught your breath you were able to answer him. “No– not at all.”

“Good, hands and knees now.” He ordered. And you obeyed right away.

He pushed up your skirt revealing your white cotton underwear. He quickly pulled them down and gave a loud smack against your bare cheek. You moaned out loud, clenching around nothing.

You truly were a dirty slut Jungkook thought. Even though he didn’t act like this a lot, he knew you enjoyed this. You enjoyed being called degrading names and being punished. He had only smacked you once and he could already see your folds glisten with your arousal. His mouth was watering at the sight. He was so tempted to taste you, but he knew he shouldn’t. You had behaved bad and you needed to learn your lesson.

Instead of warming you up like he usually would, he aligned himself at your entrance. Without any warning, he was pushing himself into your tight cunt. He groaned at the feeling of your pussy tightening around him. Jungkook waited about half a second to let you protest. And when you didn’t he was slamming his hips against your ass. Filling you up all the way.

“Ff-uck ,” Jungkook stuttered as he kept his pace. “Since you’ve been such a bad girl you’re not going to get to come until after I do you hear me?”

“Yes,” you moaned out nodding your head frantically as your arms quivered struggling to keep you up.

You cried out in pleasure as Jungkook continued to pound into you. At first, the stretch stung, but soon pleasure took over. You were crying out louder than you ever had before, as Jungkook fucked you from behind. Jungkook’s mind was clouded with lust & jealously. Normally he wasn’t this rough of on you. And he would feel bad for this if it wasn’t for the fact that you were enjoying it so much. You were drenched more than ever Jungkook couldn’t even believe it.

You were completely lost in the moment, lost in Jungkook. You wanted him, you wanted to do anything for him. And seeing you like this not only made Jungkook harder than ever but it made his heart swell up with pride. You were at his disposal ready to be his and you acted like being his was the best thing you could ever be. His. For a split second, you felt like his.

Jungkook squeezed his eyes shut feel his end quickly approaching. He gripped onto your hips even harder. Knowing well that he would leave faint bruises behind. Leaving you to discover later. He knew you wouldn’t approve. But quite frankly he did give a shit. He wanted for Namjoon to find those. For Namjoon to finally realize that you aren’t his anymore. Jungkook’s breath was labored and his thrusts were sloppy and frantic. He was so close chasing his high. But he needed just a bit more to send him over the edge.

“Who do you belong to?” He grunted out reaching for your hair grabbing ahold of it and twisting it in his hand. Pulling it which caused you to arch your back sticking your ass up higher.

“You! Only you Jungkook!” You yelled out. That was all Jungkook needed to hear to push him over the edge. He was releasing his hot seed inside you. He kept pumping himself in and out of you as he came down from his high. Some of his cum leaking out getting on your thighs.

He pulled out his softening member taking off his shirt. He wiped himself off and then proceeded to wipe his cum off your thighs. He knew you didn’t mean anything that you just said. You were lost in the moment. So focused on getting him off you would’ve said anything. You weren’t his.

Jungkook wanted nothing more than for you to leave with him, and not Namjoon. But he knew there was no way he could ever convince you to do that. He tried to ignore his feelings of disappointment and gave you one last kiss. He held on to the promise of seeing you again next week. Because that’s all he had to hold him over.

He left you in the bathroom, and then suddenly he felt like he needed a lot more alcohol in his system. He made his way into the hallway heading towards the stairs. He snapped his head back as soon as he heard a door behind him close. He looked around and found no one there.

One of the things that started happening when you and Jungkook started your ‘relationship’, was paranoia. He was definitely starting to get a guilty conscience. Because of course, he knew what he was doing was wrong, but still, he kept doing it. Now he was always paranoid that someone had caught them. Most of the time it was just his minds playing tricks on him.

He shook those thoughts away as he found the makeshift bar. He poured himself a drink and quickly downed it. Before making himself another one. He started walking back to the living room to find someone to talk to. That’s when he noticed you running down the stairs towards the door. Your face in panic.

His first instinct was to run after you. His feet started moving before his brain could catch up. He came to an abrupt stop when he noticed that he wasn’t the only one that noticed you. Namjoon was running after you. Of course, because he was your boyfriend. That’s the thing that a boyfriend would do. Not a so called ‘fuck buddy’.

Still, Jungkook couldn’t help his curiosity. He downed the rest of his drink before chucking the empty cup on some side table, as he followed behind Namjoon, who had already made it out the door. Once he got there you were both gone.

Jungkook hoped that maybe, he had the strength to end this. He knew right from the beginning that this wouldn’t end well. That he would be the one to get hurt in the end. This was more than just sex to Jungkook. He really wanted you, all of you.

Part 7

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Unexpected Guest

Hey again! I’m back with a new oneshot that I hope you enjoy! As always, you can leave any type of feedback, it’s always welcome.

summary: Phil has been nervously waiting for Dan to come back from his 10 day trip with some of his university friends so they could celebrate their four month anniversary.

What he didn’t expect was that Ben (one of Dan’s friends) had to stay with them for two more days because his flight back home was cancelled.

words: 5.2k

no trigger warnings

''Okay... perfect.'' Phil whispered to himself as he tasted the stir-fry he had been cooking for he and Dan. He had dressed up nicely (he had spent more than an hour perfecting his fringe, so it should be worth it) and was finishing cooking their dinner since Dan was coming back today from a 10 day trip that he had organised with some of his uni friends. Apparently they did some kind of reunion every year (even if Dan left law they were still good friends) and this time they were travelling to who even knows where.

After their tour they had decided to move things forward and started dating and since yesterday had been their four month anniversary, it was perfect that Dan was just coming back today. They were happier that they had ever been, Phil couldn't ask for more. They hadn't told anyone yet, they wanted to keep it a secret for a few more months and even though it was being a bit more difficult that they thought to hide it from their family, friends and most of all, their viewers, keeping it a secret for a few more months made everything much more exciting.

The sound of the front door unlocking startled Phil from his thoughts so he rapidly turned off the stoves and rushed out of the kitchen and down the stairs to greet his boyfriend. ''Hey Dan! I've missed... you'' but his last word died in his mouth as he saw Dan entering the flat with Ben, one of Dan's uni friends, not expecting him at all.

''I've missed you too, Phil'' Dan replied back, greeting Phil with a smile before turning back to Ben, who was standing behind him, ''You remember Ben, right?''

''Yeah, hi Ben'' Phil awkwardly let out, lifting his right hand to wave at him, ''I wasn't expecting you.'' Phil remembered hanging out with him multiple times when Dan and him were in Manchester, and they both had get on well but now it wasn't the best time...

Ben waved back and was about to explain why he was here but Dan beat him to it, ''Ben was supposed to catch another flight back to Germany to meet his parents there after we landed in London, but it was cancelled and won't be able to fly back till Friday so I told him it was okay if he stayed here for the next two days... I texted and called a few times to tell you but you never picked up...'' Dan rambled, hoping Phil would understand.

And Phil did. If he had been Dan he would have done the same, but yesterday it had been their four month anniversary and he had prepared Dan's favourite dinner and if that wasn't enough he hadn't seen him for 10 days and he had really missed him... But now with Ben here they couldn't do any of the 'coupley' stuff Phil had in mind.

''Yeah, of course you can stay Ben.'' Phil replied a bit forcedly, looking back at Ben who offered him a smile, ''as for the texts and calls, I have been in the kitchen for a few hours and my phone is in the bedroom so I think that explains why I look so surprised.'' Phil awkwardly laughed, hoping the tension would go away.

''Thank you so much guys, you totally are the best!'' Ben exclaimed.

''I will grab some sheets and prepare the sofa bed in our office for you, okay? You two can relax in the sofa, I bet you are tired.'' Phil said, giving them both a forced smile before climbling up the stairs to grab some clean sheets.

The 'coupley' stuff will have to wait...

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Dan was sure Phil wasn't mad at him, but when he saw him walk upstairs to get Ben's provisional bed ready he could see how upset he was. And apparently Ben saw too.

''Dan, are you sure that I can stay? Phil didn't seem so happy about it and I don't want to impose really, I can go to a hostel or something, I don't mind'' Ben offered but Dan knew he couldn't ask his friend to leave. He wasn't that rude and Phil wasn't either, they wouldn't make him leave.

''No, it's okay, I will talk to Phil later...'' Dan said looking at Ben,

''Okay, if you say so I will stay, I promise not to disturb much.''

''Now, c'mon, help me get your luggage to the office,'' Dan spoke in a much light-hearted voice, ''it's on the top floor so it won't be easy to get it there since I know you packed all your apartment.''

Ben laughed at this because it was true. His luggage was never the easiest to carry around. ''I will get it upstairs, you cannot even lift a pen with those lanky arms of yours.'' he replied back, picking up his big suitcase and steping up some of the stairs, waiting for Dan to do the same with his.

''The worst thing is that you are right.'' Dan mumbled out before picking up his also heavy suitcase and between grunts and a few stops they made it to the main hallway, where they encountered Phil just walking down the office stairs.

''Oh, your bed is ready Ben. I'm going to serve dinner now, so just change and I will meet you two in the living room, okay?'' Phil rapidly said, making his way to the kitchen not giving the other two time to even speak back.

Dan just sighed deeply and turned to Ben, who was looking at him already, ''You can take a shower while I talk to Phil, we can all eat dinner after.''

Ben just nodded and picked up his suitcase again, making his way upstairs while Dan rolled his luggage to what it was supposed to be his bedroom.

It was a bit strange to see his bedroom after so many days. Well, not only his, it had been a few months since it had become theirs.

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Phil was opening one of the many cupboards of the kitchen when he heard the sound of the shower running so expecting it to be Dan who was showering (since he always did that when they came back from a trip) he almost dropped a glass when he heard his boyfriend's voice from the doorway ''Hey Phil.''

Phil jumped, turning his head around only to see Dan claded in his joggers and a t-shirt, ''Oh God, you scared me! I thought you were the one in the shower.'' Phil said, leaving the glass safely in the counter before turning his whole body around so he could speak to him better.

''I told Ben to have a shower before dinner, I will have one before I go to bed.'' Dan explained, entering the kitchen and looking around at all the dishes Phil had cooked.

''You cooked my favourite meals...'' Dan realised, looking at the stir-fry that was still on the stove.

''Yeah, since yesterday was our four month anniversary I wanted to surprise you...'' Phil explained in a timid voice, looking at his socks, ''but hey, I made enough food for three or even four people so it will be okay.'' Phil laughed awkwardly and turned around so he could continue picking up the dishes but two hands circling his waist from behind stopped him.

''I'm sorry Phil, I didn't know that you had something special prepared. If I had known I wouldn't have invited Ben...'' Dan said, hugging Phil closer to him, letting Phil's back touch his torso, both of them getting comfort from each other's touch.

He had missed Dan and since they were now a couple he had noticed Dan's absence more than he did when they were only friends. He practically ached for Dan's touch but he couldn't have any. 10 days without him had been hell for Phil, so he just let himself be hugged by his boyfriend for a few minutes.

''No, it's okay. I would have done the same as you and we are not bad people, I don't think I could live with the thought of having sent your friend away so I could just cuddle with you.'' Phil said in a low voice in case Ben could hear them but the sound of the shower still running relaxed him a bit. ''I wish we could be more coupley today, but it will have to wait.''

''We could tell Ben if you want to, that way we don't have to hide...'' Dan offered.

Phil turned around and sighed as he put his hands in his boyfriend's forearms, not wanting to make eye-contact with Dan, ''I would love to but you know, we haven't told our parents yet and it's not that I don't trust Ben, because I do but, I don't think it would be fair. My brother doesn't even know and I feel like our families should know it first...'' Phil explained rushedly, trying to avoid Dan's eyes.

Dan brought Phil closer, hugging him, letting him know that he understood what he was saying. It was true, they hadn't even told their parents and even though Ben was a good friend he might not deserve to be the first to know their secret. ''It's okay, and I agree, they deserve to know it first.''

Phil let himself be hugged, and he was about to hug Dan back when he heard silence from downstairs, understanding that Ben had finished his shower and they couldn't act like this in the next two days.

He separated himself from Dan's arms and put a reasonable space between them, ''Go, I will bring the glasses just now, you can switch on the tv so we have background sound while you ramble about your trip...'' Phil showed him a small smile, trying not to show how upset he it was but he was sure Dan noticed. They knew each others' expressions so well by now it was impossible to lie.

''Phil...'' Dan said again, trying to say something to comfort his boyfriend a bit more but he didn't know what else to say.

''Go, I bet Ben will take your seat if you don't tell him which one it is...'' and with that Phil turned around to grab some more glasses, letting Dan know that the conversation was over and he should go back to Ben now.

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All three were now seated and having dinner, chatting about the trip. Dan's mind wandered off the conversation, fixing his gaze on Phil who was sitting in front of him chatting calmly with Ben. He realised how good Phil looked today. He always looked attractive but he had one of his best dress-shirts on, one that made his shoulders a bit broader and his fringe was looking neat and shiny, just as the hairdresser had recommended him to style it before tour.

Phil had dressed up all nicely and had prepared an awesome dinner full with Dan's favourite meals only to have him share it and Dan hadn't even properly thanked him. He was the worst boyfriend ever.

''Dan? Are you with us?'' he heard Ben's teasing voice, making him wake up from his thoughts.

''Oh yeah sorry, I spaced out... What are we talking about?'' Dan looked between Ben and Phil, who as looking at him curiously, as if he wanted to ask what was wrong but he didn't, imagining he couldn't explain it with Ben here, and he was right.

''I was about to tell Phil the story of what happened to us in the river, when you almost fell.'' Ben explained, making the three of the chuckle.

''Oh God Ben, it's so embarrassing, please, don't!'' Dan suddenly said, not really wanting Phil to know the whole story of it. He could use it as blackmail later. The less he knew the better.

''Dan!'' Phil let out a whine, extending the 'a's of his name, ''let him tell me the story! I wanna hear all you did on the trip, it sounds so amazing!''

Dan looked at Phil again, and realised he looked much relaxed and happy than an hour ago. He guessed he was still a bit upset but by the smile on his face he could tell he was having fun, and if the story about Dan almost falling into the river would make him happy he could let Ben tell him. It was the least he could do after all Phil had done for him...

''Okay tell him, but don't go into too much detail, okay?'' Dan mumbled, trying to sound a bit annoyed but he couldn't stop the small smile appearing on his face as he heard Phil exclaim a happy 'Yes!' followed by Ben's laugh, who started telling the story.

By the time Ben finished Dan was red as a tomato and wanted to hide under a blanket for a week but seeing Phil laugh so freely at his misfortune was worth it.

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The three of them were watching a movie now, they had tried to sit as comfy as possible in the sofa but since all of them were so tall it was impossible to fit comfortably on it, and Phil had ended up moving the armchair they had so he could also watch the tv even though he couldn't enjoy Dan's body next to him.

He just dismissed Dan and Ben when they both had offered to take the armchair, but he wasn't that selfish and let them share the couch.

Phil wasn't really paying attention to the movie, his thoughts were a bit more entertaining. He sometimes looked in the direction of them both when they laughed loudly, or mostly only Dan, and Phil used those moments to appreciate the smiley profile of his boyfriend that was only visible thanks to the flashing lights of the tv.

Dan looked back at him, as if he knew he was looking at him so Phil rapidly avoided his gaze by looking down at his lap, blushing a bit at the fact that he had been caught staring; and as soon as he didn't feel Dan's stare on his face he tried to focus on the movie this time.

He in fact, was so into the movie now that he even started laughing at some scene, but was surprised when he only heard Ben's laugh and not Dan's, which apparently surprised them both because their eyes met before looking at Dan, who had fallen asleep at an awkward posture on the sofa.

Phil's face softened at the sight. He had been so tired he hadn't even managed to watch an hour of the movie. And apparently seeing someone asleep was contagious too, because Phil yawned even though he could say that he wasn't that tired.

''Maybe we should go to bed too?'' Ben's low voice said, a yawn cutting his last word.

Phil looked at him and then back at Dan. He had been looking forward to secretly cuddle with Dan in bed but now that Dan had fallen asleep in the couch he didn't have the heart to wake him up to move him into bed... The cuddles will have to wait.

''Yeah, we should. Just next to you there are some blankets to cover Dan, I don't think he would appreciate being woken up to move into bed, and the couch is comfy so...'' Phil explained while he turned off the tv with the remote.

As Ben picked up one of the blankets, Phil grabbed some throw pillows that they had in the sofa and pilled them together before moving Dan's body and laying him down in the sofa gently, trying not to wake him up.

Dan let out some grunts at the movements but didn't wake up, so Ben rapidly threw the blanket over his body and sighed when he managed to do it without waking him up.

Phil chuckled, ''don't worry, when he is really tired he is a really heavy sleeper, it's just like a bear on hibernation.''

Ben wanted to laugh but another yawn interrupted him. ''I think it's time to go to bed... Good night Phil.'' and he started walking out of the room.

''Good night Ben,'' Phil offered him a small smile before he completly exited it, recieving a smile back before he was out of sight.

Phil made sure Ben had completly exited the room before looked back at Dan and crouched down so he could push aside some of the curls that were tickling his forehead, kissing it lightly so he wouldn't wake him up. ''Good night Dan.''

Phil made his way to the end of the hallway, where their bedrooms were. He stopped for a second... Should he go back to his bed in case Ben woke up early and saw him making his way out of Dan's bedroom or should he go into Dan's room and sleep peacefully and risk that that scenario could happen? He could always wake up super early and fake that he couldn't sleep or something, he doubted Ben could wake up earlier than 7am as they were so tired.

He opened the door to his bedroom first and took some steps forward, a shiver running throught his body at the coldness of the room. Phil slowly turned around to open Dan's bedroom door, where he was meet with a comforting and calming atmosphere, that made him want to curl into the duvet for hours.

''Let's hope Ben doesn't wake up at 6am tomorrow...'' and with that Phil put on his pyjamas and set up an alarm. ''Well, let's make it 6:15am''

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The first rays of sunshine woke Dan up, making him groan at the discomfort of the light directily on his face. He turned around, facing the cushions, trying to sleep a bit more but he realized he was too awake already to sleep so he laid on his back, trying to find something interesting in their louge ceiling.

''Wait. Why am I in the lounge and not in bed?'' Dan wondered out loud, his voice not too loud in case he woke the other people sleeping in the flat.

Dan sat up straighter, rubbing his face with his hands, trying to rub the sleep from his eyes. He searched for his phone that was on top on the coffee table where he had left it yesterday while they were watching the movie. A ''6:14am'' showed up as he unlocked it. It was too early for him to be woken up at this time.

That's when he heard an alarm go off his bedroom, it wasn't too loud but the silence of the flat made every sound more loud than it actually was.

'Why the hell is an alarm sounding from by bedroom? It must be Phil's but why?' Dan thought, getting up to investigate what was happening.

As he was reaching his bedroom door the sound stopped and the door was violently opened, an alarmed looking Phil almost colliding with Dan.

''Hey, what are you doing up so early?'' they asked at the same time, making both of them laugh softly.

''The sunlight woke me up, but you don't have any excuse to put an alarm so early.'' Dan explained in a lower voice, trying not to wake Ben up.

''Yeah I do...'' Phil muttered quietly, ''I know we have been sleeping in your bed, and since you were away I have also been sleeping there, and I tried to go back to my room yesterday in case Ben woke up and found me leaving your room but I just couldn't, so that's why I'm waking up so early, that way it was impossible for him to see me sneak out...''

Dan looked at him, staring at the bags under his eyes, realising he hadn't gotten much sleep probably form the tension and nerves of being caught. Dan grabbed Phil's hands in his and squeezed them, ''Phil, go back to bed, I will make sure Ben doesn't notice when you come out of the bedroom, don't worry.''

Phil stared at their hands and then back to Dan's eyes, ''No, I can take a nap later, it's okay... I just need coffee and...'' he let the sentence unfinished, swinging their hands a bit and pulling Dan a bit closer, giving him a hint of what he wanted.

Dan caught up with what Phil was implying and lifted one of his eyebrows, ''And? If you don't say it I cannot do anything...''

''Coffee and a morning kiss, maybe?'' Phil said innocently, making Dan chuckle, but as soon as he started pulling Phil closer they heard a loud yelp coming from the office, making them both separate and almost run towards the pained sound.

Dan opened the office door, Phil just behind him who looked over Dan's shoulder only to see Ben lying down the office floor, the sheets tangled around his legs.

''Sorry I woke you up but I fell off the bed!'' Ben embarrassedly explained, trying to untangle the damn sheet from his limbs.

Dan and Phil just burst out laughing, seeing the funny scene that was happening in front of their eyes. ''This is revenge from the river story!'' Dan said once he stopped laughing, but anyways started helping Ban out of the mess he was in.

''I will just start making coffee.'' Phil said, shaking his head at their antics and walking back to the kitchen to start their breakfast.

At least Ben's interruption had been funny enough not to be angry about it.

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Since they all had woke up so early, after breakfast they decided to play some Wii game since they didn't feel like going outside.

''C'mon Ben, your turn'' Phil said, but was interrumpted when said's phone chimed with a message so the blue eyed paused the game and let them also have a rest from the game so Ben could look at his phone.

Ben picked it up and pulled a surprised face when he read what he recieved, ''Oh, it's an email from the airline, they say my flight is avaliable today at 10pm if I want to fly back today instead of tomorrow.''

Dan and Phil looked at each other before looking back at Ben, who was staring at them already as if he was waiting a response from them. ''You can stay till tomorrow if you want Ben, it's no problem.'' Phil offered. Even though he just wanted to be alone with Dan he didn't have the heart to throw him out before he had too.

''No, I don't want to be more of an inconvenience,'' Ben rapidly said, ''I can take the airplane at 10pm, I kind of want to see my parents already...''

''Do you want us to come with you to the airport?'' Dan said, looking at Phil for confirmation who just nodded, letting him know that he was okay with the idea.

''You don't need to, don't worry, I will call a taxi.'' Ben replied, ''I should phone my parents and let them know I will arrive today late at night instead of tomorrow.'' he had already exited the room to have a bit of privacy while he called when Phil called for him.

''Ben! Play your turn before you call, otherwise Dan is not going to wait for you and I don't wanna loose!''

''You know I'm gonna win even if Ben plays, right?'' Dan teased, pushing Phil with his shoulder.

''Oh, stop it! I don't get why you are so good at all the games, I bet you are cheating or something!'' Phil pushed him back as he complained, making Dan laugh.

''Okay, you two stop bickering!'' Ben said as he reentered the room, ''Give me the controller Dan, I'm going to win this for sure, you both cannot beat me!''

Dan grudgingly gave his friend the controller back and sat back on the sofa, only to see Ben beat their score.

''Well, a call awaits!'' and with that Ben left the room again, leaving an open-mouthed Dan and Phil just staring at the tv screen.

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The rest of the day passed on a blur, till around 7pm, when Ben finally decided that it was time he called a taxi to take him to the airport so he could be early in case something went wrong.

''Well, this was fun.'' Ben said as he exited the flat and turned around to face the pair that was standing by the doorframe, ''thank you so much for letting me stay here, I had a really good time, it reminded me about all those times we hung out in Manchester.''

''Yeah, it has been fun. At least our flat didn't smell of Doritos and cheap beer.'' Dan commented, making all three laugh.

''You are welcome here anytime, Ben.'' Phil replied with a smile once their laughter died down. He had to admit it that it hadn't been the most pleasant surprise when he saw him at the door but he was a really nice guy, you couldn't hate him.

''Thank you Phil.'' Ben said with a bit of surprise in his tone, not really expecting those words to come out from Phil after he had seen him so upset at his arrival that first day.

Dan was about to speak when he saw the taxi arriving from the corner or the street, ''Your taxi is here.''

Ben looked back for a moment, only to see a black car already waiting for him. He couldn't stay that much longer. ''One last hug before I go?''

Phil hugged him first and then Dan, who hugged him for a bit longer, considering he had been one of his first friends at uni and only saw him a few times a year.

''Have a safe flight, okay?'' Dan said, once they both had separated.

Ben just nodded and made his way to the taxi, where he waved at them one last time, and Dan and Phil waved back at him.

''See you!'' they pair shouted at the same time, making Ben laugh hard at their synchronicity.

''See you guys!'' and he entered the taxi, waving back a last time.

Dan and Phil only closed the door once the taxi was out of sight.

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Phil leaned back against their front door and was about to speak when a pair of lips on his didn't let him, making him lean back even more against the door.

They both instanly sighed into the kiss, Dan circling his arms around Phil's waist to bringing closer while Phil's hands made their way to Dan's curls, moving his head a bit so he could have better access to his open mouth.

They kept kissing for a few minutes, fast and needy, enjoying the feel of the other's lips and tongue but at the same time wanting more, hands caresing every space they could. Not having kissed each other in almost two weeks led to having pent up emotions and needs.

''I've missed you.'' both whispered at the same time once they parted from the kiss, their breaths intertwining still since they hadn't separated that much from each other.

Phil laughed a bit but he was again cut off by Dan's lips, bringing him into another deep kiss, this one less franatic than the one before, more gentle and relaxed.

''I didn't even thank you for the surprise you prepared for me, so thank you. It was really sweet and I'm sorry I brought Ben and we couldn't enjoy it was we wanted but...'' Dan said sincerely, separating their bodies a bit so he could look into Phil's eyes.

''Hey, don't worry about that, I had a good time and well, I know we will have more anniversaries to celebrate.'' Phil replied with a smile, ressuring Dan that it was okay, that he didn't have anything to be sorry for.

Dan chuckled and grabbed Phil's t-shirt by the front, bringing him closer but not enough so their lips wouldn't touch, just teasing him into a kiss, ''So, what do you say? Do you think we should continue celebrating this one in the bedroom, uh?''

Phil gave him a peck and slowly nodded, giving Dan just the only confirmation he needed, so he grabbed his boyfriend's hand and brought him upstairs almost runing till they reached the bedroom, where Dan threw himself into the matress, bringing Phil on top of him, who slotted himself between Dan's legs, leaning in for another sweet kiss.

They kept kissing more intensely and Phil could feel how Dan was getting horny. He could tell by the way Dan grabbed his butt and pulled him down so he could have the feeling of Phil's crotch against his.

Phil really didn't feel like having sex now, he wasn't really in the mood. He just wanted to make out and then cuddle up with Dan under the covers. Sex could wait.

''Dan, Dan wait.'' Phil whispered into Dan's lips, separating their bodies enough so he could lean on his forearms that were resting by Dan's head.

''What's wrong? Did I do something?'' Dan worriedly asked.

''No, no, it's just...'' Phil looked down at their chests, not wanting to look directly into Dan's eyes. ''I don't want to have sex right now... I just want to cuddle with you under the blankets.''

''Phil,'' Dan softly said, but it didn't stop Phil from speaking.

''It seems silly and it probably is but, I just want to cuddle because I have missed you so much and I don't know, I feel like you never leave me alone because I'm always the one travelling with my family and leaving you alone here and this time it was the contrary and it was so hard...'' Phil sighed deeply, opening up his mouth to speak again but a gentle hand on his cheek made him stop and look up at Dan, who was looking at him already with a small smile on his face.

''First of all, if you are not in the mood, we are not going to have sex. Second, I've missed you too, and if you want to cuddle with me under the covers we can cuddle under the covers, I'm always up for cuddling, you know that.'' that made Phil smile and lifted the covers so they could both get under the duvet.

As soon as they were inside the warm bed, Phil burrowed his face on the crook of Dan's neck, giving him a small kiss there as he managed to get his arms under Dan's body, hugging him as if he was a koala bear.

Dan sighed at the feeling of having Phil so close to him, slowly closing his eyes and enjoying the moment. He circled his arms over Phil, lifting his t-shirt a bit so he could caress the soft skin of his back, feeling each mole under his fingerprints.

He heard Phil exhale a puff of air into his neck, instantly giving signs of getting more and more relaxed at Dan's touch.

''I'm glad you are home.''

''I'm glad I'm home too.''

And with that the both of them laid there for hours, the soft caresses of multiple fingerprints slowly lulling them to sleep.

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