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blushweddinggowns · 9 months

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“Escrow’s almost over,” Eddie grinned as he hung up the phone, “I just have to go down there and resign the check, but after that we’re in the clear.”

He waltzed over to Steve, wrapping an arm around his waist to pull him against his chest, “In less than twenty four hours, we’re going to be homeowners.”

Steve grinned back, running his hands up and down Eddie’s chest with half-lidded eyes, “Sexier words have never been spoken.”

Eddie chuckled, cheeks a little pink at Steve’s low tone, “Real-estate turns you on?”

“Mmhm. Co home ownership with my illegal husband? Doesn’t get hotter than that.”

“Kinky,” Eddie smiled, leaning in to start nibbling on Steve’s ear, “You’re making me not want to leave.”

“Well tough,” Steve laughed, pushing Eddie towards the door, “But the sooner you get back the sooner we can celebrate.”

Eddie pressed a quick kiss to his lips before leaving, groaning when Steve pushed him back when he tried to get his tongue in his mouth,“If I get a speeding ticket I’m blaming you.”

“I’ll take full responsibility.”

Steve locked the door behind him, smiling to himself as he heard Eddie grumble his way down the stairs. He was barely two steps away from it when someone started knocking. Steve rolled his eyes, as he went back to answer it, a teasing comment already on his tongue, “Did you forget your keys again- oh.”

Steve paused, eyes wide at the sight of Mike Wheeler on his front door step, alone. He looked nervous, fidgeting while he kept his eyes down, “Can I uh, come in?”

Steve stepped aside, brow raised as Mike walked past him into the hall, “Eddie’s not actually here right now, but if you want to wait for him-”

“I know,” Mike interrupted, slumping down onto one of their couches, “I passed him on the stairs. I’m here to talk to you.”

That was…weird. Mike wasn’t exactly his biggest fan. It’s not like they hated each other or anything, but they weren’t close. They more…tolerated each other. Mainly because they both loved the same people, but they just never clicked. It also didn’t help that Steve had been the cause for many a rescheduled DnD session, for admittedly, strictly horny reasons.

Even now, with the California trio moving to Boston they hadn’t found a rhythm together. They only really interacted in group settings, with some kind of buffer between them.

Steve sat across from him feeling a little lost when he asked, “Uh, what can I do for you?”

“You didn’t always know you were gay right?” Mike blurted, immediately getting into it, “Like…you used to like girls didn’t you?”

“Well…technically I’m not gay. I’m bi,” Steve corrected, frowning at Mike’s confused look. Though he couldn’t exactly blame him. Hell, he didn’t know what that word meant until he was almost twenty-one, “Like bi-sexual? When you like both? Like your literal sister-”

“Please don’t talk about Nancy right now,” Mike groaned, hiding his face in his hands, “This is embarrassing enough. Did you always know or not?”

“No, I didn’t always know I was into dudes,” Steve admitted with a shrug, “I never even considered them an option when I was younger. I liked girls, so I thought that was enough proof that I was straight. Until,” He gestured to the ring on his left hand, “Y’know.”

“But I don’t know!” Mike cried out, loud enough to make Steve jump a little, “I don’t know anything! Like what? You saw Eddie one day and you were magically queer?”

“Not exactly,” Steve laughed, slowly but surely catching on to where this conversation was going. Directness seemed like the best approach for this one,“When it came to Eddie, it was more…falling in love first and then realizing I wanted to fuck him.”

“Dude!”

Steve shrugged, “You asked.”

“But it can’t just be that easy!” Mike insisted, a few frustrated tears showing up in the corner of his eyes, “How can it be that easy?”

“Hey, hey calm down,” Steve said with a frown. He didn’t really know what to do here. He had methods for talking down the other kids, but he was at a loss when it came to Mike. This was an Eddie or Nancy thing and Steve wasn’t quite sure why he was coming to him.

He opted for tossing him a box of kleenex, politely looking away when he wiped at his eyes while he answered his question, “Why can’t it be that easy? I fell in love with a man, I figured out I was attracted to him. Had a minor crisis, and now we’re living happily ever after. It’s as simple as that.”

Mike rolled his eyes, which…fair enough. And at least he wasn’t crying. Besides, no one could really handle how sappy Steve got when he was talking about Eddie. But he was being honest.

“But what made you know for sure?” Mike pressed, “What was the moment?”

“It was a lot of moments man. They kind of just…added up to love eventually. But if you mean when did I realize it was real then…well do you want the PG version or the real version?”

Mike bit his lip, considering, “Um, PG please.”

“PG version, Robin talked me through my gay thoughts and helped me figure out what it all meant.”

Mike nodded, hesitating before asking, “What’s…the real version?”

“I saw his dick once and realized I wanted it in my mouth.”

“Oh my god,” Mike groaned, hiding his face in his hands, “I don’t know what I expected from you. I really don’t.”

“Well it might help if you’d just tell me why you’re asking,” Steve huffed. Though he had a pretty strong feeling that he already knew what it was, “Mike, what’s going on?”

“It’s…Will,” He finally admitted, staring at his hands, “Ever since we moved here I haven't been able to stop thinking about him. About us and it’s driving me fucking crazy!”

Now that he was talking, it was like he couldn’t stop, “And I’ve never felt like romantic things for him. Or at least I didn’t think I did. But I always thought that…if only he was born a girl y’know? Then he’d be perfect for me. A-and I kept thinking that right? And I kept trying to find someone just like him. And it kind of worked for a while, at least when we were all living together.”

It was official. Mike was having his baby gay moment, as Robin would have called it. Steve’s eyes softened as he watched him stumble through his words, very empathetic to what he was feeling,“What changed?”

Mike sighed, voice cracking when he answered, “When we were all together, we had this deal that we wouldn’t bring people home because like, who wants to hear their brother or sister doing shit right? And we were this weird little family and it worked. But now El lives with Max and Lucas, and it’s just us. And now…he brings guys home Steve.”

This little talk was rapidly steering into the territory of shit that Steve did not want to know. But he was going to be supportive of Mike’s little gay awakening, even if it was going to break his delusion of all of his children being pure virgins. He swallowed, forcing himself to keep the conversation going, “And that bothers you?”

“Does it bother me? It’s fucking infuriating! And it’s not even about them being loud. Most of the time I can’t even hear anything, but it’s the fact that they're even there at all that pisses me off.”

“And why is that?” Steve asked. The answer was obvious, he just didn’t know if Mike knew it or not. He kind of had the urge to shake him a bit, and Steve couldn’t help but wonder if this is how Robin felt when she was talking to him.

“Because…” Mike sighed, “I don’t know. I-I don’t think I’m gay.”

“You don’t have to be gay to like Will.”

“I don’t like Will,” Mike corrected, face red, “I love him. I’ve always loved him. But it’s never felt like this before. And I don’t know what to do with it. I don’t…I can’t try and start something that I don’t know I’ll finish.”

“You’re right,” Steve agreed. If Mike broke Will’s heart there would be at least five people in line to beat his ass, “But what makes you think it wouldn’t work?”

“Because I’m not gay-”

“Forget that for a second,” Steve interrupted, “The label doesn’t matter. How do you feel about Will?”

Mike was fidgeting in his seat, nervously thoughtful, “I…I don’t want him to see anyone else.”

“Why?”

Mike sighed, voice shaky when he admitted, “Because…because he belongs with me.”

“And what would that look like? Him belonging with you?”

“I don’t know.”

“Yes you do,” Steve pressed, “You wouldn’t be here if you’d never thought about it.”

Mike was staring at the floor, talking like the words were being psychically pulled out of him, “It would just be us. And I would be the person he would come to for the things he wanted. Everything he wanted. I’d be the one he talked to when he had a problem. I’d be the one he’d cuddle with after a long day. I’d be the one to take care of him.”

Steve nodded along, a small smile on his face when he asked, “Is kissing involved with this whole domestic bliss vision?”

“...yes?”

“Then I think it’s safe to say you’re not entirely straight.”

“But I’ve never wanted a guy before! It’s only ever been him and-”

“And that’s how I felt with Eddie,” Steve softly interrupted. He felt like he was trying not to spook a wild animal here, “Being gay or straight or bi or whatever doesn’t really matter when you love someone. And none of those labels changes who you are anyway. You’re still going to be you, even if you want to be with Will.”

Mike was gnawing on his lower lip, face scrunched as he processed the words. He ran a hand through his hair, finally conceding, at least a little, “Okay, let’s say I’m not entirely straight. That doesn’t mean that he’d even want me. He’s so…fun. And creative and smart and…pretty. And I’m just me.”

Steve shrugged. He didn’t want to lie to him, he didn’t technically have confirmation on Will’s feelings, and the whole thing could go south in theory. But he had some pretty good odds, “Look man, the two of you have been attached at the hip since you were in grade school. If Will thought you were just some average boring loser, he would have dropped you by now. And sure, maybe he doesn’t like you back. But if he does, don’t you think it’s worth the risk to ask?”

“But what if it ruins everything?”

“But what if it doesn’t?” Steve countered, “Look at me and Eddie. I mean shit dude, you helped plan our damn wedding. Wouldn’t you say that the risk was worth it?”

Mike paused, stopping to look around their cluttered living room. His eyes snapped to Steve’s favorite photo, the one framed and sitting on their mantle. It was of him and Eddie, clad in their wedding day gear. Steve was grinning at the camera, while Eddie had an arm wrapped around his waist, smacking a kiss to his cheek. It always managed to pull Steve out of a bad mood when he looked at it, a constant reminder of how great the life they built together was.

Mike stared at it for a while, for an uncomfortable amount of time in Steve’s opinion, but it seemed to be helping.

Eventually, Mike nodded to himself, standing up with a newfound sense of conviction, “You’re right. I’m gonna do it. Like…now. I’m going to do it now. Before I can talk myself out of it.”

Steve grinned, slapping his knee as he stood to follow him, “Good for you man. Go get him. You need a ride?”

He shook his head, already speed walking to the door, “No thanks, I need the time to figure out what the fuck I’ll even say.”

He lingered at the threshold of the door, stopping to glance back at Steve, “Thank you. For uh, talking to me. You were the only one who I thought would…y’know. Get it.”

“No problem dude, just let me know how it goes,” Steve reassured, feeling more than a bit proud of himself, “And hey um, if things go south you can come back here tonight okay?”

Mike nodded, still hesitating to actually leave. The next thing Steve knew he was being wrapped up in gangly limbs, in probably the most awkward but endearing hug in his life. Then he was stepping back as quickly as he’d come, nearly running down the stairs of the apartment building, leaving a proud and taken aback Steve in his wake.

Steve didn’t find out what happened until later that night, because calls at three a.m. were just a thing that his family refused to not participate in. It took a minute for him to wiggle out of Eddie’s deathgrip to actually get up to answer it, but when he did he was met with an excited Mike on the other end.

He didn’t even say hello, “It worked! We’re like boyfriends now. Just like that! The whole thing was so stupid, we were both pining for nothing. Can you believe that?”

Steve smiled, a little nostalgic at the memory of him and Eddie being just as stupid. He swallowed down a yawn, hoping his exhaustion wasn’t canceling out his sincere relief, “I’m happy for you dude. You guys are going to be cute together. Annoyingly cute.”

“Shut up, like you can talk,” Mike laughed on the other end. He cleared his throat, voice coming out a little more serious, “Can I uh, talk to you again about his kind of stuff? Because I’ll probably need more advice now than if he’d shot me down.”

Was this what being a proud father felt like?

“Yeah dude. Come over anytime,”Steve swallowed, feeling stupidly choked up all of a sudden. Jesus, is this what it felt like to be a proud dad?

“Thanks Steve. I’ll talk to you later.”

“See you around.”

Steve crawled back into bed feeling a bit lighter. He lifted up Eddie’s arms to slide back under it, cuddling into his chest, heart full. If the two of them were able to make it for nearly a decade, why couldn’t Mike and Will? Steve fell asleep with a smile on his face, thoughts full of how much he loved his little found family.

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heavyhitterheaux · 2 years

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NDA Part 2

AN: Jackman has some explaining to do. Okay let's gooooo 😘

Synopsis: After learning that your future husband has been lying to you for the duration of your relationship, you have a decision to make.

Pairing: Jack Harlow x Reader

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You were taken aback and suddenly confused.

This had to be some sort of prank.

"I'm sorry, come again?"

"Jack is married to me and I knew that there was someone else. And look at that, I was right. Can we talk?"

You simply nodded as you looked at the big ass ring on her left hand.

Princess cut.

You then invited her into the suite and led her over to the living room area. You sat across from her as she began to speak still in disbelief of what was currently happening.

"How long has he been seeing you?"

"Almost a year and six months."

She nodded before gathering her thoughts on what she wanted to say next.

"Y/N, you seem like a really sweet girl and.... Jack did was he does best. He's a sweet talker. He knows the right things to say in order for you to think that it's just you and him forever. That's what he told you right?"

"Um, more or less."

What was she getting at?

"We've been married for four years and have two boys together. I never thought for a second that he would step out on me, but he did. You weren't the first and you probably won't be the last."

"Why did you stay?"

"Because I literally depend on him for everything. I didn't go to college, have no skills, I barely finished high school. What am I going to do as a single mother of two young boys?"

You almost felt bad for her.

Almost.

But, he was yours.

He loved you.

He wouldn't have hidden this from you..

Right?

"But if he's married to you, how is he supposed to get married to me?" You curiously asked.

"After everything I just told you, you still want him?"

Just then the door opened and both of you looked up to see it was the man of the hour.

"Hey baby girl, did you...."

He got quiet as he saw both of you.

"Jack... I think you have some explaining to do." You calmly said before getting up and walking towards him.

He now looked pissed off and all of his anger was directed towards Ava.

"What did her lying ass tell you?"

"Oh please, I told her the truth. We're married and have two boys together."

"AVA! We are in the middle of a divorce because you cheated on me and my so called kids aren't even mine!"

"Yes they are!"

"So the DNA test lied then?!"

"Jack, please don't do this."

"Don't do what? I have literally signed over everything to you because I don't want anything to do with you anymore and want you out of my life for good! You're mad because I finally found the person that I want to be with and it isn't you! You messed up our marriage Ava, not me."

"We can fix it!"

"Do you hear yourself right now? Like really hear yourself? I don't want you, I don't want anything to do with you, and you need to leave me and my future wife alone. See your way out now. You've done enough."

Ava simply grabbed her purse and walked over to you.

"Y/N, you're too good for him. Let me know if you ever want to talk."

She gave you her number and walked out without another word with Jack literally slamming the door behind her.

You didn't know what to think.

Did you believe Ava or did you believe Jack?

I mean Jack has been lying this entire time hiding secret families and shit and Ava... well you couldn't quite read her very well and besides you only met the girl minutes ago.

You were now back sitting on the couch when Jack came up and sat next to you.

You instantly moved away from him.

Feeling nothing but hurt and betrayal.

You never thought in a million years that this man would lie to you and hide that he was in fact married.

"Baby, please. Let me explain."

"You lied to me." You quietly spoke as you stared straight ahead.

"I... I know and I'm sorry but I had to in order for her crazy ass not to come after you. I don't even know how she found out about you in the first place! Y/N, I love you. You know that and I would never do something intentionally to hurt you."

"I can't do this right now."

"Come on, don't let her ruin us. She means absolutely nothing to me. As soon as the divorce is finalized we can get married. That's why it's taking me so long to marry you."

"And her kids aren't yours?"

"Babe, her kids aren’t mine. Besides I got a DNA test just so I could have proof. When they were born, I knew they weren't mine."

"I need to be myself right now. I have a lot to think about."

"Stink, come on. This is really the only time I'll get to spend with you for the next few weeks."

"Jack.... I'm pregnant and I don't want my child born into this hot mess express."

"Wait, what? You are!?!?"

"Yeah and I was excited about it until thirty minutes ago."

"We can do this mamas. I promise to take care of the both of you. I take care of you and you want for nothing. We can finally start our life together that we want."

"Jack... get out and don't call me again until the divorce is finalized. Pregnant with your child or not."

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The next few months were a blur.

You didn't completely cut off contact with Jack even though you wanted to.

He is the father of your child after all.

If you thought you got a lot of gifts before, he was now taking it to a new level.

You were running out of space in your condo to put everything.

You were getting something every single week for you and your unborn child.

He kept the gifts gender neutral since you wanted it to be a surprise when they were born.

You and Jack didn't exactly break up, but you weren't necessarily together either and it just felt like a weird space at the moment.

Jack didn't miss any doctor's appointments even if they had to be through FaceTime. He made sure to be with you as much as he could even if it was awkward at times.

He was doing more appearances in order to have more money for you and your little one.

You had to give him credit, he was trying but you couldn't get past the fact that he lied about something as important as being married and going through a divorce.

You were an understanding person and always have been. You always kept it 100 with everyone else and wanted that same thing in return.

Especially with something as big as this.

You were currently eating cherries on the long couch in the living room when a FaceTime call was coming through and you already knew who it was. You rolled your eyes before answering, not really being in the mood to talk to anyone.

You clicked accept and his face appeared wearing a smile.

"Hey baby girl, how are you feeling today? How's my little one?"

"Hey, just a bit tired and they're okay. But nothing I can't handle."

"I wanted to call you to tell you that the divorce was finalized today."

Jack held up the paper to show me and sure enough it was true.

Jack was no longer married to Ava.

But you weren't quite sure if you wanted to be married to Jack either.

You never thought in a million years that would be the case.

You simply nodded your head and went back to eating your cherries.

"I thought you would be a little more excited baby."

"I just.. Jack you made me feel like you didn't trust me and that really hurt."

"Never that mamas. I apologize that I made you feel that way. I do trust you, I just... I didn't want you to leave me if you found out. I admit that was stupid on my part but Y/N, I cannot live without you being in my life. From the moment we met I knew you were my wife."

"Is that the same thing you told Ava?"

Jack simply sighed. He knew he was going to have to put in a lot of work for you to forgive him and move on from this.

"I thought she was the one, I admit. But when she cheated everything just went downhill. She didn't show her true colors until after we were married and then I came to the conclusion that she was bat shit crazy and only wanted me for my money."

"I'm sorry she did that to you because you definitely didn't deserve it."

Jack was the type of person to make sure that everyone around him was good and had everything they needed.

The only thing is that people tend to take advantage of that.

And that’s what she had did.

"When is your next appointment? I'll be back in L.A. in like two weeks I think. I don't like you being that far away from me."

"It's actually in two weeks. I know you don't, but I need time."

"Is moving in with me still on the table?"

You had thought long and hard about it and you wanted your baby to have both of their parents under the same roof.

"Yeah, I guess."

You simply shrugged.

You missed him, but you just didn't know anymore.

"Baby, I'm trying. I really am. I'll make this up to you anyway I can. Anything you need or want just tell me."

"I know you are, I appreciate the effort."

"Do you still want to marry me?"

You took a few seconds to answer and he got nervous.

"Yes, eventually."

“Well, how much longer?”

“Jack, I don’t know. Like do you know how royally fucked up what you did was?”

“Yes but..”

“Okay, then. I’m going to need for you to stop rushing me and let me do this in my own time. I love you and as much as I want to be mad at you, I just can’t. Just let me go at my own pace and I’ll tell you when I’m ready.”

“Okay, I won’t bring it up again.”

Jack stayed on FaceTime with you for a few more minutes before ending the call and going to find Urban.

He found him conversing with Neelam and he took a seat next to both of them.

“I told your ass that you should’ve been honest with her from the beginning.” Urban said already knowing what the situation was.

“But, yall know how crazy Ava is.”

“We do, but I mean come on Jack you broke her trust.” Neelam was right and he couldn’t argue with that.

“I know I went about it in the wrong way and I honestly think I might have lost her for good.”

“Has she broken up with you?

“No.”

“Has she blocked your number?”

“No.”

“Has she given you any indication that she was going to leave you?”

“No.”

“Okay, then. There’s still a chance for you to make this right.”

“She barely even talks to me anymore unless it has to do with the baby. I thought she would be excited when I told her the divorce was finalized today and she just kinda shrugged it off.”

“Well, do you blame her?”

“Well, no. But that was the whole reason why I couldn’t marry her and now I can.”

“Just give her time. That’s literally all you can do. She’ll come around. I can tell you really do love her because you will talk about her nonstop for hours at a time.” Neelam responded smiling.

“She’s brought out the best in you within this past year and with all that you went through with Ava you definitely deserve it.”

“I deserve it, but I don’t know what I’m going to do if she decides to leave me. She literally means everything to me.”

“Well, do what you need to do to make sure she doesn’t.”

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ljsstories · 2 years

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Chapter Twenty Five: Miles Away From Home

"It's a fucking lie!" Jonah was pacing their mother's living room floor like a caged animal.

"You didn't see him Jonah..." Before Jensen could finish, he was interrupted by his angry brother.

"Oh, it's all an act! He wants money, that's what it is! You're such a soft touch Jensen, he went to you because you're a sucker for sob stories! Wake the fuck up!" No matter what Jensen said, Jonah was having none of it. As for Juliet, she sat in silence, baby Maddie in her arms fast asleep as her uncle shouted and screamed, it didn't seem to bother her in the slightest. "Well, you can tell him to go to hell for all I care!"

"Jonah..." Again, Jensen didn't get to finish as Jonah ranted on.

"After all these fucking years! Oh hi, I'm dying, please come to my funeral? Oh, and if you have some cash to spare, I wouldn't say no even though I've been a completely invisible father for three fucking decades! Seriously?" Jonah continued to pace, it made Jensen feel rather dizzy, he had a point though. It was time for Jensen to tell his siblings what their mother had confessed to him a year ago. Just as he was about to do just that, Steph walked in with a tray of drinks and some of her famous peanut butter cookies.

"Jonah sweetheart don't shout in front of the baby!" She scolded her youngest child, setting the tray down on the coffee table she stood up straight and addressed all three of them, "Now, your father is sick! I know you don't believe a word he says, but it's true! He's not a liar, he's a lot of things but he's not that! Also..." She stared at Jonah with a stern expression, "...he's not a gold digger either! He doesn't want Jensen's money, he's actually a very proud man!"

"Oh, come on mom! He left us, he left you! How can you still defend him after everything he's done?" Steph and Jensen exchanged looks, "What? What was that? Jules? Did you see that?" Jonah pointed fingers at his mother and brother as Juliet shrugged and rocked Maddie gently as she started to grumble, still not uttering a single word. "Are you gonna say something?" Finally, she opened her mouth to speak.

"I don't know what to say, I have a four-week-old baby to take care of, my nipples are on fire, I've had a total of three hours sleep in the past forty-eight hours...I have literally no energy to talk about anything!" After answering in one breath, Juliet exhaled and plastered a fake smile on her face. Maddie stirred and began to cry as Jensen took her out of his sister's arms and fussed over her.

"Hey baby girl, it's okay! It's okay! Uncle Jensy is here! Don't cry Maddie, you hungry? Hmm? Jules, do you have a bottle?" Juliet rifled through the huge bag that sat beside her on the couch and passed a bottle of breast milk to Jensen.

"What would I do without you!" She sighed and squeezed Jensen's hand gratefully as Maddie stopped crying the moment she heard Jensen's voice.

"Are we gonna talk about this or what?" Jonah shouted over everyone, obviously annoyed that they had forgotten what they had gathered for in the first place.

"Later bro, your niece is hungry!" Jensen called back to him as he left the room with Maddie in his arms just as Steph sat down on the couch next to her daughter and patted her knee. As he heated up the bottle, holding his baby niece, he thought about Jane. She would know what to say, she'd been through this, she would have the right words and the right advice...but he couldn't reach out to her. He couldn't make her go through this all over again, not so soon after she lost her own mother, it wasn't fair. But he needed her, he needed her so very much. Taking on board what Doctor Jenna had drummed into him, he put his own needs on the back burner and put Jane first. Sitting in the kitchen as Maddie sucked on the bottle eagerly, Jonah appeared in the doorway and nodded over at him.

"How the heck did you know she was hungry?"

"She has different cries for different things, that's how! She was hungry crying; you really need to pay more attention to your niece Jonah!" Jensen chuckled, gazing down at Maddie as if she was made of pure gold.

"Or maybe you need to get yourself a life old man!" Jonah countered; he was so angry all the time lately. Jensen put it down to his mad dash to Scotland, only to be rejected by the love of his life, Jonah's words not his. He did feel for him, everybody thought that Jonah and Eliza would be back together by now, but the former Miss Vapid was deeper than Jensen ever gave her credit for. She wanted to find herself first, then she would come back to Jonah who would be waiting for her with open arms and extremely blue balls! Yes, Jonah was indeed very celibate lately, he had been since his break-up with Eliza. Jensen was pleasantly surprised and proud of his brother, no longer the notorious fuck boy of old, Eliza really had been good for him in a lot of ways. "Can, can I hold her?" Jonah outstretched his arms apprehensively and nodded towards the baby as she stopped feeding and the bottle popped out of her mouth.

"Yeah, sure! Here!" Jensen handed her over to Jonah who looked terrified, she was just a little baby, what was so scary? Jonah wasn't as relaxed around her as Jensen was, who took to caring for their niece like a duck to water but Jonah was always keeping his distance. As he held her, with fear in his eyes, Maddie reached out, waving her tiny hands around.

"Oh, she hates me!" Jonah muttered.

"No she doesn't!" Jensen sighed, "Look!" Jensen waved his index finger in front of the baby as one of her hands grabbed onto it, "See? She's trying to connect with her Uncle Jonah!" He spoke in a high-pitched baby voice, "You do it!" Jonah copied his brother as Maddie now grabbed his finger, he let out a little giggle and began rocking his hips from side to side.

"Hey there, look she's smiling!" Jensen didn't want to tell him that it was probably wind, so he let him have that one. "Did you know that Jules wants Jane to be her godmother?" This was news to Jensen, why hadn't his sister told him this?

"Yeah!" He shrugged, "Of course I did!" No, he really didn't, so why had he lied straight to his brother's face?

"I bet she wants you as godfather, it certainly won't be me!" Jonah added softly, smiling down at their niece, no longer looking terrified but enamoured. "Who would want a train wreck like me?"

"Jonah you're not a train wreck! I'm proud of the man you've become, I really am! This album? It's the best we've ever made, and that's because of you!"

"Don't blow smoke up my ass, I know what you're doing!"

"Oh yeah? And what's that?"

"You're overcompensating for the fact that Eliza doesn't want me!" He was half right, but there was truth in what Jensen was saying, Jonah was a phenomenal songwriter, and he could sing too. Their collaboration had produced their best work yet, that was no lie!

"Eliza does so want you, if you know that she's the one then what's the rush? She'll come back to you; I know she will!" That was also not a lie, he had a feeling that Jonah and Eliza were meant to be together, even if it might not happen for a while, it was going to happen. Jonah looked like a natural now with Maddie falling asleep holding onto his finger for dear life. "And our niece totally loves you, look at that!" The brothers stood in the kitchen in silence for a few moments, just marvelling in the presence of their niece.

"So, what are we gonna do about dad?" Jonah whispered, finally breaking the silence.

"We...hear him out!" Jensen shrugged, "If what Jane and Eliza went through has taught us anything, it's to appreciate the time we have left with the people we love, with family!" Jonah let out a small pfft, but still mesmerised by Maddie.

"You do what you like, you did what you promised, you talked to me and Jules. But I'm out bro, I've had enough shit thrown at me, I don't need dad coming back and adding to it! If you wanna have a relationship with him, then go ahead!" So that was a resounding no from his brother, would he have better luck with Juliet? After all she was a parent now, could she find it in her heart to forgive their father and meet with him?

***

Eliza was frantically packing and unpacking her suitcase in anticipation of her trip to London for her special effects course, the same way Jane had years ago when she was getting ready for the ScotRok festival. When she had given Eliza her birthday present, happy didn't even begin to describe her reaction. Eliza was over the moon; she was so excited that she'd been walking around the house with a permanent smile on her face and calling Jane the best sister ever. Jonah sent a dozen roses and a brand new iPhone and iPad for her birthday, a grand gesture to prove his love for her. At least it wasn't a hideous Gucci handbag that had arrived in the post for Jane from Corey Tyler, Jonah knew the way to a girl's heart, and it wasn't designer tat! Yes, Corey was still at it, he left comments on all of Jane's Instagram photos, her YouTube videos and he insisted on calling her babe everywhere adding more fuel to the romance rumour dumpster fire. In the end she blocked him from everything, she just wanted some peace and quiet. She'd stopped doing functions for the rich and famous and enrolled in a counselling course with Louise, they were enjoying it and had plans to open their own little practice once they qualified. She still uploaded the odd video, just for fun, but she planned to put her vegan catering days behind her for the foreseeable future.

Both Jane and Eliza received copies of River Monster's latest album, their sixth, which they had called Miles Away from Home. Jonah had told Eliza that it was an homage to her and Jane. The cover surprised Jane, all five members standing solemnly on a mountain top, Jensen was in the middle with Jonah, and he had a beard! One that Landon Ellis would be envious of, and his hair was rather long, probably an after effect of playing Landon in a movie, he had his trademark Jesus look down to a tee. Jonah's hair was also longer than usual, at his shoulders, not like him at all. They still looked as handsome as ever though, despite the uncharacteristic changes to their appearance. The sisters had agreed to listen to it together, something that they had never done before, but Eliza was true to her word and wanted to spend more time with her big sister after years of estrangement. Sitting on Eliza's bedroom floor, they bonded over which songs they liked the most, some of the lyrics feeling familiar to them both, this album definitely was an homage to them, and they could tell where the Reed brothers' inspiration came from. Jonah was a good singer and when the brothers sang together it sounded beautiful! Their voices just blended so easily, this was the best album yet, Eliza was totally hyper after the first listen and insisted they play it again. A total of eight times the girls played the album, in a row! Jane thought she'd get tired of it, but to her surprise she didn't, there wasn't one song either of them wanted to skip, it was really that good! Eliza had texted Jonah to tell him their verdict, Jane had asked her to pass on a message to Jensen, "Can he tell Jensen...that I'm proud of him?" Eliza gave her a wry smile and nodded.

"You're proud of him, yeah, I can do that!" She winked as her phone rang, Jonah replying to her text. If truth be told, Jane wanted so badly to say more than that, but she was sure that Chloe Cornell was telling him how wonderful he was, he didn't need Jane's approval! Not anymore at least, maybe once, but that was a long time ago. "Of course I'm using it, I'm talking to you on it right now! Jonah!" Eliza was bickering with her not-boyfriend on the phone that her not-boyfriend had gifted her for her birthday. After a lot of nagging, Jane finally got Eliza to tell her what prompted Jonah to fly over to their house and beg her to take him back. They had fallen out when she'd tried to talk to him while he was in the middle of recording. He snapped at her and she told him to never contact her again, blocking his number and putting up a wall of silence. In a panic, he jumped on a plane and desperately tried to win her back, his grand gesture was to prove to Eliza that he really did love her, and that pressure made him lash out. It only made Eliza realise that their worlds were very different and that they weren't quite on the same page just yet, but someday they would be. "Och, Jonah shut up!" Eliza giggled, Jane wondered if she should leave the room, "Oh, um, Jane wants you to tell Jensen that she's proud of him! Of course she's proud of you too, stop being so needy!" Another giggle, was she sure she didn't want to get back together with him? Because they sounded like a couple! "Okay, well good luck! You don't need it; I swear to you it's your best album yet! No, I mean it, so does Jane, you be sure to tell Jensen that! Okay, bye!" She finished her phone call to Jonah will a smattering of kisses, yeah sure they were just friends! Looking up from her phone with a huge smile, Eliza saw her sister smirking at her, "What?" She demanded in a shrill tone.

"Oh nothing, just listening to you and your friend talking on the phone, that's all!" Jane emphasised the word friend with air quotes as Eliza threw a pillow at her.

"Shut it! Jonah says he appreciates our support and that he's thinking of you! He's going to pass your message onto Jensen too!" Eliza looked at Jane with a small twinkle in her eye, "I want you to do something for me..." She stared her down, it was unnerving, "...I want you to listen to Jensen's album, it's been out for ages now and you still haven't heard how amazing it is!"

"I heard a bit of it on the radio one time!" Jane responded defensively.

"Janey, it's beautiful! You have to listen to it, just once! It's so different from River Monster, it's...well I can't explain it, so you'll just have to hear for yourself!" Jane agreed, but only if she could do that alone, she was far too self-conscious to hear it with her sister watching her. Rifling through the drawer in her desk upstairs, she finally came across the copy that Jensen had personally sent to her, it was signed, she'd never noticed that before, it said; To Jane, With All My Love, Jensen xoxo. Her heart fluttered as she read it, all his love, just Jensen, not Jensen Reed, just his first name. She sat on her bed in front of her laptop and slid the CD into the drive. The first chords of Lost Cause echoed through her headphones and that unmistakable voice began to sing:

Found myself in a wasteland

Of destruction and despair

Thought I would never make it

Then suddenly you were there

A tiny little light in the darkness

An angel without wings

Could you be the one to save me

Can you fix my broken strings

A few hours later, Jane emerged from her room, finally able to face her sister after hearing Jensen's love letter to her which she listened to twice but wasn't going to tell Eliza that. It certainly was very different to River Monster's sound, but it fitted Jensen Reed perfectly as a solo artist. Hearing the emotion in his voice as he sang those words, those words that he wrote about her, about how he felt...about her! I'm too late, she thought to herself as she descended the stairs ever so slowly, he's found someone else and I'm too late! Eliza was sitting on the floor with her nose to the television as she and their dad shouted out answers to Ricky's favourite quiz show. It was dinner time, and they must have been hungry, waiting for Jane to cook them something. Eliza looked up when the second bottom step squeaked and Jane was standing on it, looking rather pale and dazed. "Well? You listen to it?" She cocked her head, knowing full well that she had just by the expression on Jane's face. Jane simply nodded.

"What's this?" Ricky looked from one daughter to the other for answers.

"Oh nothing, Jane just finally heard Jensen's declaration of love!" Eliza smiled sweetly, not taking her eyes off Jane for a second, "I told you it was beautiful!" She added smugly, yes she did, and she was right...the little shit! "Dad's going up to the chippy, you want your usual?" Ricky kicked off his slippers and began to put on his shoes at the mention of the chippy. Again, Jane simply nodded. "What's up with you?" Eliza frowned and made her way towards her; she hadn't moved from that second step. "Jane?"

"I'll need some cash, Janey have you got a spare tenner?" Ricky talked over Eliza, not noticing that his eldest was glued to the spot, but Eliza noticed. Jane shook her head and then nodded in their dad's direction, Eliza realised what she was trying to tell her and said, "Oh!" In a whisper, "Dad there's cash in the drawer in the hall!" Once Ricky had left the room, Eliza stared Jane down, "Okay he's gone, what is it?" Tears formed in Jane's blue eyes as she screwed them shut to stop them.

"Liza, I'm too late!"

"For what?"

"He doesn't want me anymore!" She sobbed, feeling her sister's arms around her she sank into her and let the tears come.

"That's bollocks Janey, I refuse to believe that!" But he didn't talk to her anymore, he had a girlfriend now, all contact had stopped. What was Jane supposed to think?

"I do love him!" Jane whispered in Eliza's ear, "I have no right to, but I do! Now he loves someone else! I've been such an idiot!" Eliza let go of her and looked into her eyes.

"Janey! A man who writes songs like that about a woman doesn't just stop feeling that way, what he wrote? What he sang? That's true love! It never goes away! Trust me, it never, ever leaves you! Jensen has been through a tough time, he nearly died! Take it from someone who is struggling with their place in the world, I know what he's going through, it takes time to accept yourself warts and all! I love Jonah, I will always come back to Jonah! Jensen will always come back to you!" Jane wished that she could believe that, but the very thought of him in the arms of another cut her deeply and made her feel so utterly jealous. "Jonah says he never mentions this Chloe creature! She's never around, she hasn't met their mum or Juliet! Like I said, it's utter crap!" No matter how many times Eliza or Juliet told her that Jensen wasn't dating this Chloe Cornell, Jane just couldn't allow herself to believe it. That photo of her kissing Jensen's cheek was never far from her mind, it devastated her, because she wanted it to be her! She would only believe it if Jensen told her himself, only then would her heart stop breaking!

***

River Monster had released their sixth album to rave reviews. Everyone was saying the same thing, it was their best yet! Juliet was busy organising their tour while trying to navigate the world of motherhood, but Jensen and Jonah were proving to be a great help to her. Jensen was covering all of their father's medical bills and he'd met up with him another three times since their reunion, still his siblings refused to talk to their dad. Meeting Lucy and Ava, his two younger half-sisters, was interesting. Having your own relatives sitting in awe of you was quite an uncomfortable experience for him. They were in their early twenties, two little blonde things like their mother Arlene, just staring at Jensen with huge eyes. "It's great to finally meet you!" Was all he could find to say as he sat awkwardly in his father's living room, still his sisters continued to stare, catching flies. "So, how's college? Dad was telling me how proud he is of you both!" The girls were a year apart in age, Lucy was about to graduate with a bachelor's degree in applied mathematics and Ava was a year away from graduating and then she was going to veterinary school. They were both brainiacs, very quiet and Jane-like, unassuming but there was more to them than met the eye. Jensen tapped his fingers on his knees and looked around the room as Arlene appeared.

"Marty is resting, but I'm sure the girls are more than happy to chat with you!" She was nice, for a stepmother, not wicked at all. She was more than willing to show hospitality to her husband's son, the only child from his previous marriage that wanted anything to do with him. "I really appreciate everything you're doing, it's so kind of you taking the time to visit Marty! It makes his day, but this one's not a particularly good one I'm afraid! Ava? Why don't you show your brother your axolotl? It's like that cartoon dragon thing, what's his name!" She put a finger to her lips, trying to think, "Oh yes, Toothless!" Ava shot up and grabbed his arm, pulling him from his chair.

"Oh, okay!" He mumbled as she dragged him through the short hallway and into a bedroom, covered in River Monster posters which was not creepy at all. Jensen thought it was a little weird that she had a shirtless poster of her half-brothers, but he let it slide for now. Ava finally spoke and it made Jensen leap out of his skin.

"This is Dingus!" She pointed to the tank on top of a chest of drawers containing the creature Arlene had called an axolotl, it did look a bit like Toothless.

"Wow, he's cute!" Ava smiled and exposed a mouthful of pearly white teeth. For girls in their twenties, they sure were very childlike. "So, do you like working with animals?"

"Yes!" A one-word answer, it would have to do. Jensen studied Dingus, bent down and staring into the tank as it stared back, smiling. "You smell really nice!" And now the awkwardness had escalated.

"Um, thanks?" It came out like a squeak, he, a grown man, was terrified of this young woman, his sister!

"Oh my God!" She groaned, rolling her eyes, "I must sound so creepy! It's just that..." She sighed and threw herself down on her bed, "...dad talked about you all the time when we were growing up. Your brother is a rock star, he's a movie star! Now you're actually here, well, I can't speak for Lucy, but I am freaked out!" She laughed nervously, leaning back on the bed and swinging her legs back and forth. Jensen let out a sigh of relief and sat next to her.

"I'm freaked out too!" He confessed, which only made Ava's eyes grow even wider.

"But you're a celebrity, I'm just a girl!"

"You're not just a girl! You're my little sister!" He corrected her, nudging her with his shoulder, "I am so nervous, I just want you to like me!"

"I do, your music is amazing! We went to one of your shows once! Dad took us, he said that's your brothers up there!" Jensen was a mix of honoured and embarrassed, he wasn't himself on stage, he was bad Jensen on stage, and he swore and said inappropriate things. He didn't want his sisters hearing that shit! "He was so proud! The only time he ever watched The Oscars was when you were up for an award, he wanted to see you win! The first time you won, I told everyone at school that you were my brother, but they didn't believe me. They just said we had the same last name; it didn't make us related!"

"Well, I wish I'd known, I'd have come to your school and proven them wrong!" Ava looked down at the ground and smiled sadly.

"Dad's dying, isn't he?" When Jensen didn't answer, he didn't know what to say, Ava nodded and took that as a yes, "It's sad that it takes dad dying for us to finally meet!" She wasn't wrong about that, so much time wasted. He'd have loved to get to know his sisters when they were growing up, now he had baby Maddie around he cherished every moment he spent with her. She was growing every day; time was a precious commodity.

"I'm sorry I wasn't around when you were growing up, it doesn't have anything to do with you or Lucy, that was between me and dad! I never resented you, I hope you know that!"

"I do, I understand, dad explained everything. How he left your mom, how he regretted leaving you and Juliet and Jonah. Even though you didn't see each other, he was always keeping up with what you were doing. He always said, it's not their fault, I left them, and they have every right to hate me for it! It's really generous of you to pay for the medical bills, not many famous people would do that!" Just then, Lucy appeared in the doorway.

"Dad's up, he wants to see Jensen!" She stared blankly at him, she didn't seem as friendly as Ava, but he smiled at her anyway.

"Thanks!" She didn't react, just turned heel and left. Maybe there wasn't any resentment on his side or Ava's, but Lucy sure seemed to hold a grudge. "I don't think she likes me very much!" He said to Ava, who shook her head.

"Nah, she's just a little...overwhelmed! She's trying to play it cool that her rock star brother is in her house!" She chuckled and grabbed his arm again, leading him out into the hallway to see their dad.

***

Enjoying the peace and quiet of a Corey Tyler free life, Jane had an entire evening of hitting the books ahead of her after a successful day at college. Louise had a crush on one of their classmates, this was the topic of conversation most days, trying to figure out a way of scoring a date with him. His name was Mike, and he was from Calgary in Alberta, Canada. He would sometimes get confused over certain words or phrases and his hand was constantly up in class. He was tall, had brown floppy hair and blue eyes. He always seemed to have a bewildered look on his face, but he would make jokes and always have the class laughing. Everyone needed a class clown and Mike was theirs, adorably so. Louise barely spoke to him and when he ever talked to her, she would answer him rather sharply and put her head down. "Why the fuck am I like this!" She vented in annoyance.

"No idea, he's actually really sweet and you just snap at him, his face, he doesn't know what's going on!" Louise groaned and covered her face. "You know, us Scots are supposed to be friendly Lou! You must be the exception to the rule!" Jane chuckled, sitting in McDonalds slurping on her milkshake, the two best friends often leaned on junk food when their brains had been fried from a day of hard thinking.

"I just freeze, he turns and says something, and I immediately go to mush! My defence mechanism is attack!"

"Yes, we know! Did you see him playing with that lightsaber keyring? He was making the noises and everything!"

"Stop it, I know he's adorable you don't have to rub it in!" Louise squeezed her eyes shut and put her hand in front of Jane's face.

"Just try smiling when he talks to you, nod and smile. Don't speak, just nod and smile!" Jane knew that if Jensen had been taking classes with them, she'd be exactly the same, she would be so shy and lash out. Thinking of Jensen hurt, but it was involuntary, she was always thinking of him especially now that River Monster's album was topping the charts and their single was at number one in multiple countries including the UK. Once again, he was everywhere and she couldn't escape him, however this time she didn't really want to. They'd announced a tour and for once Eliza wasn't harping on about getting tickets, it was a tricky situation that both sisters had found themselves in. Jane hadn't mentioned this tour and neither had Eliza, both girls were waiting for the other to bring it up. In the end it was Jane whose curiosity got the better of her. "So, River Monster are playing at the Hydro again!"

"Yep!" Was all Eliza had to say in return.

"So, do you want to go? I still have some money saved if you want me to buy you a ticket."

"And who would I go with? I'm not going by myself! Unless you want to come with me?" Eliza gave her the side eye, the sneaky little witch!

"I'm not going, you're the fan, not me!" She spluttered, sinking deeper into the couch, trying to disappear completely.

They never mentioned it again, not until an envelope arrived addressed to both of them, inside were four tickets and backstage passes to a River Monster concert at Rugby Park, just a stone's throw away from their house in Kilmarnock. It wasn't your conventional venue for a world-famous rock band, but obviously one or both of the Reed brothers were responsible for this little detail. There was a note with the tickets that read; Hope you guys can come, love from Jensen and Jonah xoxo. Jane's heart was pounding, Eliza was squealing, and Ricky sighed sadly and told his daughters to count him out. He'd become a recluse since their mother's death and barely went out. When Jane had told Louise about this in their counselling class, she was adamant that Jane and Eliza go.

"You have to! Those boys made the effort to play a show on your doorstep, it's your duty to show up!" She was right of course; it would be rude and this would be the second time that Jane had been given tickets. This time she had to use them.

"Okay, I'll go. I'm just dreading seeing Jensen! All loved up and happy, I mean I want him to be happy but..." She trailed off after seeing the frown on Louise's face.

"She's not his girlfriend, you never see them together! Now if you were his girlfriend on the other hand, well he'd be showing you off to everyone!" Louise, like Eliza and Juliet, always argued that Jensen wasn't seeing Chloe Cornell. Everyone but Jane didn't believe the rumours.

"You realise this is the first contact I've had from Jensen in months!" Jane sighed, if it was even Jensen at all, it could have been Jonah and he just put Jensen's name on it for show.

"Janey, Rugby Park though! That's got to mean something!"

Walking through the gates, seeing the crowd of fans standing in line to get inside, Jane remembered the last River Monster concert she'd been to and felt sick. After all these years, she still felt that painful stab of guilt every time she thought about what she'd done that night. As they stood in line, Eliza babbled away about everything and anything, it was a load of nonsense she was so excited. Then she blurted out something that made Jane's blood run cold. "And of course, your vegan catering thing would never have happened if it wasn't for Jensen!"

"What are you on about?" Jane blinked at her sister as Louise grunted and kicked Eliza on the shin.

"Owwww!" Eliza squealed and several people turned around to see what the fuss was about, "I was just saying that-don't you fucking kick me again Louise!" Eliza pointed an angry finger at Louise, then continued, "I was saying that Jensen was the one who got you that job with his ex, you know, Gemma Lacey? He basically got your business off the ground so..." Looking at Jane's surprised expression, Eliza turned to Louise and gasped slightly, covering her mouth, "Did-did she not know?" Louise shook her head very slowly with a glare, "Oh!" Was all Eliza could say in reply.

"I have...to go!" Jane turned heel and pushed through the queue of people behind her.

"Jane? Janey, it's not...he only got you Gemma Lacey! The rest was all you!" Eliza called back to her as she disappeared out of the gates. After all this time, Jane thought that she'd worked hard for something all by herself, only to be told that Jensen Reed had given her a leg up without her knowledge! Fuck him and his stupid voice and stupid hair and stupid beautiful eyes! Fuck him!

***

Being back on the road with River Monster was better than Jensen had anticipated. He'd been solo for a while and slotting in with four other guys was daunting at first, but eventually it was just like old times. His best friend Kris, now a father of two, was constantly showing him photos of his kids but Jensen was doing the exact same with pictures of his niece Maddie. They'd been touring for a few weeks now and their last show was in Glasgow, tonight they were in a familiar town to the Reed brothers, it was the town where the Thomson sisters lived. Jensen and Jonah had decided to play this venue, a football stadium named Rugby Park, and they'd sent tickets to their girls. After Jane had posted all over her social media that she wasn't dating Corey Tyler and never had been dating him, Jensen had a spring in his step, and he had been in a permanent good mood ever since. He was nervous to see Jane again, but also excited, he'd wanted this for so long and now it was here, he was terrified. At the end of the show, Jensen dedicated a special song to a special girl, just him alone on stage with his guitar...he sang Why Does It Always Rain On Me by Travis, the song he sang the night Jane was crying. He wanted her to know just how much she meant to him, back then and right now! When the show was over and he saw two blondes waiting backstage, his heart leapt in his chest, Jane? That wasn't Jane, it was Louise with Eliza! Where was Jane? Jonah had already raced over to them and was lifting Eliza off the ground, spinning her around as she squealed for him to put her down. They were so cute together, assholes! Jensen approached Louise, who he hadn't officially met yet, and shook her hand. "Hey, Louise, right?" She nodded and blushed.

"Hi, the show was brilliant!"

"Thanks, um, wh-where's Jane?" Jensen looked around the backstage area to see if she was actually there hiding somewhere but when Louise frowned and looked anywhere but at him, he knew the answer.

"She was here but..." Jonah and Eliza giggling behind them almost drowned her out as she raised her voice, "...Eliza let slip about your helping hand? You know, the Gemma Lacey gig?" Jensen's heart sank, thank you Eliza, he thought to himself. "I'm sorry, sometimes Eliza just..." Jensen nodded solemnly.

"I know, she just speaks first and thinks after! I get it, I have that problem myself! It's okay I...thanks for coming. It was nice to finally meet you!" Jensen excused himself and pulled out his phone, scrolling down until he found Jane's number and he pressed call. It rang, and rang, and rang, then it rang some more. He got her voicemail, so he texted her and waited a few minutes for a reply that never came. He sent her a direct message on Instagram, Twitter, then he tried her on Messenger. He got nothing back! Ian was outside having his usual smoke and looking cool as a cucumber. "Dude take me to Jane's right now!" He barked rather rudely as Ian flicked his cigarette and jumped into the car. His first knock on the door didn't get an answer, but the second brought Mr Thomson out glowering over this inconvenience, but his expression brightened when he saw Jensen at the door.

"Och, it's yourself son!"

"Hi Mr Thomson, can I speak with Jane please?" He gave Jensen a confused frown.

"Janey? She's not here, I thought she was at the concert, with you?" He wasn't lying, he wasn't covering for her. Jane really wasn't home.

"Oh, yes, yes, she...sorry I...sorry I bothered you sir!" He made up a story of not seeing her, they must have just missed each other, then he said his goodbyes to Jane's dad and climbed in the back seat of the car where Ian was waiting.

"Boss?" Ian called behind him, awaiting instructions.

"This isn't happening, it is not fucking happening!" Jensen growled angrily, why did Jane keep slipping from his grasp? That pain he had a few months ago had returned, only this time the reason behind it was Jane's refusal to give him a break and just sit down and talk to him. Give him a chance to prove to her that he was worthy, that he was serious about her, that she was always in his heart. That he only recommended her to Gemma Lacey to help her...because he loved her! Nothing had changed, his love for her still burned so intensely, in fact he loved her more every day. But she was hurting him so much, all she ever did was hurt him, was this really worth it? Or would it destroy him in the end? There was only so much rejection that he could take before he gave up on his pursuit for her, there was only so much heartbreak he could endure until it killed him!

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Left Waiting at The Three Broomsticks (Fred Weasley x Read)

Pairing: Fred Weasley x Reader

Request: Hi! I was wondering if I could have a Fred Weasley imagine where he pisses off his gf somehow and so she gives him the silent treatment and only talks to literally everyone (including George) but him so he gets all jealous and pouty lol. Eventually he gets her to start talking to him again and then it’s all fluff etc. Hopefully this wasn’t a confusing request! Thank you!! :)

Warning: Tiny bit of sexual content towards the end, little bit of swearing, kinda angst at the beginning ?? and a lil towards the end ?? I think that's all, a lot of fluff scattered about

Word Count: 9.5k (I am so sorry I got carried away)

Two hours. Y/n had spent two hours waiting for him. Two stupid hours on a Saturday night that she could have spent elsewhere making something productive of her day but no. The last two hours Y/n had been seated in a small booth in the corner of The Three Broomsticks waiting patiently for her boyfriend, Fred Weasley.

The thing that infuriated her the most was that it was his idea in the first place! Originally, the couple had planned a stay-in date in her dorm room for the night before, Friday, but other plans came up. Fred got tangled up in a prank with George that had landed him in detention with Snape for the night. Yes, it annoyed her but what could she do? It wasn’t like Snape would excuse Fred because she tells him they have a date. If anything, Snape would hold him back longer.

When Fred and George were finally dismissed, it was nearly eleven at night and Fred was sprinting down through the dungeons to the common room. Their arrangement was for eight and he was praying to anyone listening above that she was still awake, but not furious at him.

Skipping up the transporting stairs, Fred basically shouted the secret password at the Fat Lady making her narrow her eyes at him. She swung open, not without muttering about how rude he was, and Fred jumped inside. Ten or so students were scattered around the common room, chatting amongst themselves. Hermione, Ron and Harry sat around the couch near the grand fireplace. They sent Fred a wave, which he frantically returned. The golden trio watched in curiosity as Fred darted up the stairs of the girl’s dormitory.

Hermione looked back to the group and asked,

“Wonder what that’s about- he seemed in a hurry.”

“Heard him and George got detention. They put stink-bombs in the Slytherin common room! Heard it stained some of the furniture maroon!” Ron chuckled at his brother’s antics then resumed his debate with Harry over their thoughts on the Quidditch World Cup happening every four years. Harry tried to explain the concept of the Olympics to Ron, but Ron was too focused on how amazing it would be for the World Cup to happen each year. Hermione went back to her studies, blocking out the mindless bickering of the boys.

Above the common room, Fred Weasley was scurrying to his girlfriend’s dorm room. He hoped Angelina and Alicia were out so he could be alone with her. Their time spent together had been oddly less than usual the last few weeks. Fred had no change of heart- actually, he found himself falling more in love with her every day, but their final year at Hogwarts was creeping up from the woods and he was working on a dream career behind the scenes with George that was eating up his time with her. He had shared this idea with her before- but it was just an idea then. Fred and George planned on putting their dreams to action once they finished up the next year. He wanted her to come- George did as well, but he didn’t want to mention it until it was a reality.

Reaching his destination Fred took a second to compose himself. A thin line of sweat was forming near his forehead. This was the first chance he had to take a breather since detention ended. Fixing his dark robes Fred knocked against the door, quiet enough not to startle her but loud enough to hear.

“Y/n… Y/n… love, are you awake? It’s Fred-“

Abruptly, the heavy wooden door cracked open and a weary looking girl poked her head out into the quietness.

“Darling, did I wake you up? I’m so sorry.” Fred stepped forward and wrapped the girl in a tight embrace. Y/n’s head fell against his chest out of instincts. His arms fastened around her waist as he invited himself in the room, slowly walking her back.

“Here, go back to bed, love. You look exhausted.” Fred led the sluggish girl to her familiar bed. Throwing back the covers, he readjusted her pillows so there would be room for him to fit as well. Fred then walked back to Y/n and took her hand softly. Kissing the back of her hand, Fred helped Y/n get into bed then slipped in beside her. His arms snaked around her body without thought. The naturalness of holding her in his arms made Fred feel confident in his dreams of starting a future with her. All the tension in his body collapsed when she leaned into his frame. Fred held her close and kissed the side of her cheek lovingly.

“I’m sorry about detention tonight but I promise I’ll take you out Saturday, alright? We can have a date at Hogsmeade and spend the night together, does that sound nice?”

The sleepy witch gave a tired mumble and nodded her head. She was cuddled under a stack of blankets, wearing Fred’s sweatshirt which made him smile. He’d usually crack a joke at this and tease her but, she was already asleep when he looked back to her. Fred couldn’t help but stare at her for a while. There was never a moment that went by where Fred didn’t think of Y/n as anything other than beautiful but in these moments, she looked ethereal.

Moonlight poured in from the open window and splashed across her s/c cheeks. Her hair was sprawled against the white pillowcase. Fred smiled at the sound of her light snores. Fred wouldn’t leave until he was sure she was deep asleep. It was their thing. She hated going to bed without him there.

“Okay, I love you, Y/n. Get some sleep, angel.” Fred whispered.

He pecked her forehead, then kissed her lips gently. Removing the covers, Fred tucked them back into Y/n so she could keep warm. He closed the open window then tip toed out of the room. Instead of rejoining his friends, Fred decided to head to his room. He felt too guilty for missing out on their plans to go have his own fun. Anyways he did have a Potions paper coming up and if he was going to spend the day with you Saturday, he surely wouldn’t be doing any homework.

So, the plan was confirmed the next morning, Friday. Y/n ran into Fred on her way to breakfast and they discussed where they’d meet and a time. They ate breakfast together, walked to class, then headed in different directions when six rolled around. Fred had a Quidditch match and she had a group project, so they didn’t cross paths for the rest of the night. Even though he refused to admit it, Fred absolutely hated when Y/n missed one of his games. His favorite thing to do was search for her in the stands during each game and it made him sad not to see her smiling face standing out in the crowd. Y/n entered the common room around midnight and went straight for her bed. Gryffindor had lost so there wasn’t a single housemate sitting in the common room. She could only imagine how upset Fred must be, she’d be hearing about it tomorrow. Y/n giggled to herself at the recollection of Fred’s angry rants about his teammates to you in private. She basically crawled to her bed, dreaming about the handsome, goofy, witty twin that had captured her heart.

Which would bring us to Saturday night. Fred and Y/n had made specific plans; they were to meet at The Three Broomsticks at seven then hangout for a while and spend the rest of their night sneaking around the castle with the help of The Marauder’s Map. Fred had practice at six so he was planning on meeting up with the girl at the pub. Y/n expected him to be running late- it wouldn’t be Fred if he didn’t show up a good twenty minutes late.

Only Fred never showed up at seven thirty, not at eight, and by the time nine neared, he was still nowhere in sight. The Three Broomsticks would stay open for a few more hours but the thought of sitting there alone for any longer, jumping at the sound of the door every time it opened, it made Y/n feel less than sane.

Throwing a handful of coins on the table, Y/n thanked her server then exited through the front doors. The walk back to the castle wasn’t long but being with Fred made it a lot more amusing. He’d pick her flowers, give her piggy back rides, play games, race, and hold her hand the whole walk back.

This time, Y/n walked alone hugging the material of her raincoat to her chest. A light drizzle had been pouring on and off for most of the day. Earlier, it was perfectly bearable- hardly noticeable. Although the weather had only worsened as the night grew darker. Hard rain drops crashed against Y/n coat, cascading down her covered arms and bouncing to the wet ground. Her black boots were soaked. She could feel the water rising to her socks, one of her biggest hatreds. Wet socks.

The hood of her jacket only helped so much before the pelting raindrops started to seep to her hair. Typically, Y/n loved the rain. If Fred was here, they’d be dancing right now. But he wasn’t, she had no clue where he was and that was exactly what Y/n was headed to find out.

By the time Y/n made it back to the castle and up to the Gryffindor common room, it was past ten.

Much as Y/n had expected, the common room was lively with energy and conversations. Katie, Alicia, and Angelina were all sitting in a circle with Fred, George, Lee Jordan, Seamus, and Dean. A dark bottle of Dragon Barrel brandy and Daisyroot Draught were being passed amongst them. Y/n watched as Fred leaned into his brother’s side, obviously tipsy and slurring his words while he practically shouted to their friends who were only sitting feet away.

His frame twitched with every small hiccup he let out. The whole group was smiling, they were happy. Y/n wondered to herself if Fred even noticed that she wasn’t there. She wondered if he liked it more when she wasn’t there, they were having fun and although the group was also her friends, no one was interested enough to invite her. Biting on the tender skin of her bottom lip, Y/n bundled her fist to her sides. The anger refused to simmer, only continued to boil. Her dripping clothes weren’t helpful to her sour mood.

It wasn’t the fault of her friends, no, but they were bound to get caught in the crossfires. Fred was the one who left her waiting for hours on end. Her chest was tight- livid yet sad all at once. It was an aggravating feel, unfamiliar. Y/n hated the suffocation entering her drying throat. More than anything she longed to handle situations like these in an aloof fashion. The last thing wanted was to wear her emotions on her sleeve, but she couldn’t help it. Her head screamed ‘just go to bed, ignore him’ but her heart wanted to scream at him and let him know just how bad he had hurt her. Her breathing quickened, each inhale received a choppy exhale.

For the first time, Y/n decided not to join her friends or to even say a word to Fred about how he stood her up. She was sick of it- completely exhausted and drained from his lack of care and presences in their relationship the last few weeks. If he wanted her as bad as he claimed, he’d find a way to show it. And leaving her sitting alone in a noisy pub while he partied and drank with their friends, showed her the exact opposite of his words.

Diverting her leer from the inebriated group and studied the rest of the room, hearing voices near the sitting area. Harry, Ron, Hermione, and Neville were all staring at Y/n in mixed judgement. Harry, Ron and Neville looked concerned by the appearance of Y/n. Hermione on the other hand, she was absolutely flabbergasted, Y/n could see the pity written on her face. You had mentioned having a date night with Fred in Hogsmeade to the four the night before. Harry had invited Y/n to hangout with them and visit Hagrid, but she politely declined and informed them about the special night Fred had planned for them.

Harry and Hermione stood up at the same time ready to comfort the teary-eyed girl. They motioned her over but just as she started towards them, Angelina Johnson noticed her friend who had been absent for most of the night. Setting the bottle of brandy down, Angelina wobbled up to her feet and smiled giddily,

“Y/n! Come- come drink with us! I was wondering where you- why… why’re you all wet?”

As the words fell from her mouth, a crowd of eyes planted on Y/n. Her fists clenched, bone white knuckles visible, at her sides. Angelina scurried over to her friend and wrapped her in a tender hug. If the scenario had been different, she’d gladly join in the fun but there wasn’t an ounce in her body that desired a drink.

Y/n’s eyes found their way to the boy she had been longing for all night. Her lips quivered, the anger and sadness reaching it’s overpour. He looked so handsome, so happy, but it meant nothing to her.

Pulling back, Angelina squinted in confusion at Y/n. The lack of embrace given back had thrown her off. The group had been awaiting her arrival, no one was quite sure where she’d gone off to. Angelina scanned Y/n’s reddening face, noticing the emotions bubbling under the surface.

Moving away, the dark-skinned girl turned to her friends. No one else seemed to notice the offset of Y/n’s attitude.

“Angel, where have you been? I missed you!” Fred’s face lit up like a Christmas tree. Quickly standing up, he held his hand out to his girlfriend. Y/n shot a dangerous look to his outreach, then up to his face. Usually she’d find his toothy grin and childlike state loveable but for obvious reasons, it made her irate.

Stepping back, Y/n sternly scowled at Fred,

“Missed me? You’re the one who left me waiting all goddamn night, Fred Weasley.”

A part of Y/n felt guilty for forcing her friends to witness their unpleasant exchange. George was now to his feet standing behind Fred, just as lost as the group he had been sitting with. Despite the alcohol running in his veins, George could sense an argument budding by the second.

“Not like any of you really seemed to care where I was.” Y/n kicked herself for this cold statement.

Her friends weren’t at fault- not in the slightest. But everyone was at risk of becoming a victim to her fiery wrath. In actuality, it did hurt her a little that no one had gone searching for her. It had been hours! Tears welled in her eyes as she took in the reactions of the group. George took his arm off Alicia and nudged his twin.

“What- I don’t know what you’re talking ‘bout, love. I think you should have a drink and loosen up-“

Y/n couldn’t take it. She just couldn’t take it anymore. Scrunching her face, she used every bit of strength to force her salty tears to hide at bay. Although her emotions screamed to be heard and saw right through her façade. Sweeping her hand across her cheek, Y/n caught the stray tears that rolled down her rosy cheeks. Huffing all her emotions out at once, Y/n shook Fred away from her and hurried towards her room.

Fred stood appearing dumbfounded. He could only gawk in perplexity. Blame it on the alcohol, but Fred’s mind was drawing a blank when surveying her words. For most of the night, he was the one thinking she was leaving him waiting. No one else had a clue as to where she’d gone off to, so he assumed she was in the library or wanted some space.

“You’re an idiot, Fred.” Hermione’s sharp voice cut through the thick air. The happiness and drunken laughter was extinct. The girl’s shared an exchange, all confused as to what just happened. The glass bottles didn’t help clear their judgement. Dean and Seamus took small sips from the Daisyroot Draught. The tension was unbearable, it felt wrong for their friends to be a part of it.

George set a hand on Fred’s shoulder, pulling him back slightly. Leaning forward, George whispered to his twin,

“I reckon it’s best if we turn it in for the night.” Fred gave a tug of protest. His intoxicated fought against him though he knew he did something wrong and needed to find Y/n. In spite of his desire to chase after the girl, George couldn’t let him do that. It was obvious Fred had forgotten something and Y/n was more than upset. Sending his brother up to drunkenly apologize to his hurting girlfriend for a reason he can’t even recall, that was a recipe for disaster and would only cause a bigger mess.

“Fred, you’re going to bed. You’re too drunk to talk to Y/n right now, okay? We’re going up the boy’s stairs, not the girls, okay? You two can talk in the morning, maybe you’ll remember where you fucked up tonight by then.”

Suddenly, Fred stop moving and let out a low groan,

“Oh shit… merlin’s sake, I fucked up, George. Oh my god- Hogsmeade… shit! I told her we’d meet at Hogsmeade and I forgot-“Fred whipped around in his discombobulated state. Everything clicked at once. Fred had been so concentrated on Quidditch that once practice had wrapped up, his exhausted body dragged him back to the common room out of muscle memory. It was his typical routine; Quidditch practice, head back to his dorm, shower, change, eat, work on some possible products with George, then hangout with his friends. How could he be so neglectful?

George sent his brother a comforting look then grabbed him by the shoulders, helping aid him up the winding staircase. It came as a shock to him that Fred had forgotten about their date. All he spoke about was Y/n, it was a rare occurrence for the couple to

“So that’s where she’s been all night?” George pushed open the door to their room, looking to his twin sternly. Fred had most of his weight piled on George, trying his hardest to remain upright. Lee had decided to stay back, allowing the brothers a chance to talk.

George helped his frantic twin in the dark room, then gave him a light push towards his bed. Fred plopped down, burying his face in the fluffy pillow. Pulling off his jumper, George threw the large maroon comforter over Fred’s tall frame while he wailed,

“I’m a terrible boyfriend. I planned the bloody date too! I left her-“

“How ‘bout you get some rest? You can find her in the morning and apologize to her and… hope for the best. It’ll give you more time to think of a way to make it up to her. You’re just a rambling mess right now.” The alcohol was not wearing George down. He had been on an adrenaline high since his second shot. This was the first moment of the night where he had stepped back. His tiresome hands rubbed against his face as he made his way to his bed and collapsed on it.

Fred was still moaning on, the sound of his drunken voice making it harder for George to fight back the urge to sleep,

“She’s gonna dump my sorry ass-“

“Go to bed, Fred. It’ll be okay.”

George let out a sigh of exhaustion. The twins had been best friends with Y/n since they were just children, new to Hogwarts and unfamiliar with the power of magic. It pained him to see his brother hurt, but it also hurt to see Y/n upset. He was stuck between a rock and a hard place.

Turning his head, George let out a breathy chuckle at the sight of his twin passed out cold. The worry that dripped from his voice was now gone as he eased into his dreamland.

George wanted to scold him, knock him upside the head for skipping out on Y/n again. He cared a lot about her, she was basically a sister, a triplet to him. If Fred was gonna win her back, it wasn’t going to be easy, George knew this. Y/n was stubborn, and the twins had witnessed this first hand for years, it was a trait they loved, when not directed towards either of them.

As George’s head hit the pillow, all he could do was pray to Godrick that the morning would bring good news.

Sunday morning arrived much faster than Y/n had hoped. A bright, loud, light interrupted her sleep as the gears in her head started to turn. Her mind was groggy, the events of last night were foggy. Warm sunlight broke through the glass stained windows. Y/n wiped her eyes and slowly sat up. Her mouth was dry, screaming for a drink of water.

For a minute, she felt calm- happy almost. The room was half empty; Angelina’s bed was bare and Alicia laid in a star-fish position, a snore sounding from her mouth. The image made Y/n laugh.

Standing up, Y/n’s hands flew above her head as she stretched. She cracked her back, a morning ritual for the girl. Just as she reached for the knob of her dresser, a wave of recollection nearly knocked her off her feet.

Fred had stood her up, of course, how could she forget? The irritated skin under her eyes and nose suddenly made sense. Leaning against the wooden cabinet, Y/n huffed. It was times like these she wished she could crawl into bed and stay there for eternity. Nothing would get better though if she didn’t at least try to fix it.

As quick as the thought came, it had evaporated once more. Why did she have to be the one to put forth the effort to fix things? There was no use in fixing their relationship if Fred wasn’t willing to try too. More than try, Y/n thought. It took a piece of her when she came back to the castle just to see him drinking with their friends, not thinking a thought of her. She needed to see that he cared. His words held no value to her anymore, not until he could prove he meant what he said.

Y/n went through her morning routine like a snail, wanting to drag out her time. Eventually, she was fully dressed and ready for the day. She liked to take advantage of the days her school robes weren’t required. The cooling weather led her to a fuzzy black sweater, and light washed jeans. Sliding her delicate wand into her back pocket, Y/n exited the room and took the stairs down to the common room.

Approaching the bottom of the steps, Y/n could hear familiar voices exchanging hush words. She stepped into the room and was surprised to see the lack of students. The only ones present were sat one the long leather couch on the left half of the massive room. All of their gazes fell on Y/n.

Fred, George, Ron, Angelina, Harry and Hermione were all relaxing- well all of them except Fred. He on the other hand was frantic- disheveled. His knee bounced in anticipation. The clock was sneaking

“Oh, uh, hey Y/n!” Ron Weasley moved his hand side to side, waving to Y/n. The temptation to admire the handsome boy at his side leaped into her heart. Using every ounce of strength, Y/n trained her eyes on Ron, not allowing a single peek at Fred.

“Hey, Y/n/n!” The voice of Angelina brought a perk to Y/n’s head.

“Hi.” She greeted the younger Weasley and her close friend back, then headed for the portrait. Before she could make it half the distance, the tall figure of her boyfriend appeared.

“Angel, how did you sleep?” Fred was by her side in an instant. He was desperately trying to read her expression, testing the waters to see her mood. He had hardly slept, he spent most of the night thinking about this exact moment, when he’d have the chance to apologize and make it up to the girl he loved. “Can we please talk? I’m really sorry for last night, honestly, I am so so sorry, darling.”

Y/n stared at him, or rather, through him. It was like she didn’t see the tall wizard in front of her.

“I’m gonna go study, I’ll meet you with you guys later.”

“Y/n, love-“ His warm hand took hold of her of her own, an action she’d typically love. The familiar grasp sent a burst of comfort in her stomach, but she ignored it.

Wiggling out of his grip, the girl shot him a look of displeasure then rushed off. Hermione chased after her, no one else brave enough to step in. Besides, Hermione was one of her closest friends. Watching the younger girl follow after her roommate, Angelina walked after them. Fred stomped like a toddler having a tantrum as the portrait swung open then closed. He knew he had to do something- anything to get her to talk to him again, and that was his plan.

For a Sunday evening, the school library was relatively empty. A majority of the students occupying the tables were studying away for their O.W.L.S. The exams weren’t for another two months but hardly anyone dared to procrastinate until the last week before opening their books. The stress of the exams was enormous, but the students still had other classes to keep in mind.

Y/n Y/n/l and George Weasley were sitting across from on another at a study table. Three hefty textbooks were open as the two discussed their Potions paper. Y/n had been stuck on hers and George had yet to start so they decided to head to the library together and get it done.

Fred was usually right by their side, his hand wrapped around Y/n’s shoulders, but she neglected an invite for him. About an hour after their exchange in the common room, Y/n had apologized to each friend she had snapped on the night prior. They were understanding, clearly seeing where her frustrations had come for. They also felt bad as she was right, no one had even checked to see where she’d gone, and George especially felt terrible for not searching for his friend.

At least three hours had passed since the two Gryffindors started their study session. Y/n was sneaking up on her last two pages while George still had three left. They collaborated every few minutes, then returned to tranquil silence, scribbling away.

Y/n was in the middle of sharing her idea for the last section of her paper when George’s eyes brighten and he interrupted her,

“Fred, how nice of you to join us.”

Turning in her chair, Y/n found her boyfriend standing behind her with a nervous smile. She hated how perfect he looked, even in the poor lighting of the library. He still managed to make her breath hitch in the back of her throat.

“Hi, Y/n. You look beautiful as always.” Fred announced himself softly. George scoffed teasingly, muttering a ‘hello’ to himself to make up for his brother ignoring him. Freds words were genuine though didn’t make much of a difference. Y/n was still hurt and a compliment wasn’t going to mend that. She needed to feel it, to see him truly show that he cared- that she meant something to him. That she was deserving of his time. Sweet comments didn’t not add up to that feeling.

George closed his textbook, then glanced up at his twin,

“Should I leave?”

Before Fred could answer, Y/n slammed her hand on top of George’s Potions book. Wide eyed and frightened, the boy gaped in shock. Even Fred was taken aback by her unexpecting movement. Leering at her friend Y/n replied,

“No. I want you to stay, we were in the middle of a conversation.”

Fred’s heart dropped at her words. It was heartbreaking to have the girl of his dreams now shunning him- brushing him off with ease. It was driving him mad. All he wanted was for her to acknowledge him, give him a little hope that he can earn his way back in her heart. He loved her, every bit of him loved her.

All he wanted was to make it up to her for his mistakes the night before. He couldn’t stop thinking about the look on her face when she saw him sitting with their friends. She was miles exceeded hurt- more devastated at his negligence than hurt alone.

Maybe it was the fear of meeting the reality that losing Y/n was a possibility, but Fred experienced a new sort of emotion when his girlfriend asked for his brother to stay. Yes, they’re friends, all three of them are. Fred had to remind himself of this like a record on repeat. He couldn’t fight the envy off though.

It made his heart twist as she stared at George. Never did he think he’d be jealous of his own twin, but Fred was livid. The seething stream of covetousness overtook his veins. Fred wanted to be the one you ran to for comfort, not his brother. His entire life he had shared everything with George, Y/n was far too meaningful to Fred for her to be shared.

Now it does take two for a turn of events like that to happen. Fred knew, clear as day, that George had no romantic feelings for Y/n and she had none for George. This was true, but for some reason, it didn’t help tame Fred’s envy.

He knew causing a jealous scene would do no good for anyone, so Fred realigned his train of thought and asked,

“Could I steal you from that conversation, please love? I really need to apologize to you.”

Fred allowed his hands to reveal themselves from their previous position hiding behind his back. When he moved them, a full bouquet of colorful flowers and small green plants of different shapes and sizes. The flowers were a display of fuchsia, pink, orange, red, and yellow. They were beautiful, so beautiful, Y/n thought to herself. She couldn’t help the gasp that slipped past her lips.

Fred had gotten her flowers their first-year dating but since the last month or so, she hadn’t received many of his heartwarming gifts. It wasn’t the monocle value of a present but the thought and attention to care that captured Y/n’s heart. Fred had always been the best at creating meaningful gifts on a tight budget. Whether it was flowers he stole from school grounds, or necklaces he made out of stones she found around the Great Lake. He’d make her perfume- proving rather excellent in the Potions department. He also asked Molly to teach him how to knit in order to make Y/n a sweater. This of course delighted Molly over the moon.

George bit on the skin of his knuckles to keep for laughing at his brother. He recognized the flowers, as did Y/n. Fred had picked them from the garden outside the castle- something that had earned him a detention before. George decided not to comment on his observation, Fred was sure to murder him in his sleep if he put his apology in any jeopardy.

Fred extended the bouquet to his flustered girlfriend. He felt a sense of accomplishment while watching her reaction. It was small to most, but for as stubborn as she was, it was big in his eyes. The girl reached forward, accepting the gift with a tiny smile rising to her lips, one she didn’t force down.

For the first time since the night before, Y/n fully saw Fred. She peered directly at him silently. George glanced between the two, stuck between a dual. Without speaking, Fred took some steps forward and pulled the chair next to Y/n out. He slipped into the seat, the couple still staring at each other. Y/n studied his demeanor, he didn’t push her anymore, but he wouldn’t leave her side. Not that she would tell him but, she was happy he joined in. She didn’t want him to leave, she had missed being around him. Tearing herself away, Y/n focused herself back on the other twin.

“As I was saying, George…”

Fred drowned out the words but accepted the fact that Y/n didn’t reject him from sitting down. She also didn’t set the flowers down for the rest of their study session. The remained clutched in her hands, resting in her lap the whole time.

Monday night came in the blink of an eye. Classes had resumed and the castle was bustling in stress. When the end of the year neared, the time spent sitting through lectures was an eternity, while the weekends flew by. Fred had always hated summer break, actually, that’s not entirely true. His dismissive of break budded around the same time his relationship with Y/n became official.

Their first two years, she would spend the holiday back home in London with her family. She loved her family but once she experienced her first holiday at the Burrow, she never wanted to miss another. Her family was a bit distant, not the warm and welcoming pure-bloods like the Weasley’s, but not as cold as the Malfoy’s. Y/n’s family had no issues with her spending breaks at the Burrow, as long as she had Molly and Arthur Weasley’s approval. Molly insisted each time that there was no need for her to even ask to stay. They accepted her with open arms, ecstatic to see Fred had found such a lovely girl.

The end of the school term was coming up and Fred needed to fix things with Y/n before that happened. She planned to spend the break at his family’s home and he feared she’d take her agreement back if things weren’t improved between them. Spending almost two days stuck in the anger of his love was two days too many. Fred was going to fix this and he planned the best idea he could think of, good thing he had their friends happily available to help.

Unbeknownst to Y/n, while she was resting up from her illness Harry, Ron, Lee and George were helping Fred create his masterplan. Hermione helped in her own way by remaining near Y/n’s dorm, sitting in as the lookout. It gave her an excuse to get her school work done so she didn’t protest.

Alicia and Angelina stayed in the room. Once Y/n started to feel better, thanks to Madam Pomfrey, the girl’s altered Hermione who passed the news along to Harry as the chain continued until it reached Fred. At the confirmation, his plan was set into action. Ron was sent to retrieve the girl after Alicia and Angelina convinced her to get some food from the dining hall.

She walked through the common room then down the moving staircase, when her redheaded friend popped up. Ron scared the girl, making her stumble back, her hand placed over her chest.

“Y/n! I’m so glad I ran into you! No one has seen you all day- Angelina said you were feeling ill this morning.” Ron rambled at a fast pace. Y/n, still surprised by his sudden arrival, took a deep inhale, nodding to the boy,

“Yeah, I saw Madam Pomfrey this morning when classes started. I just had a stomach bug and she said I’d have to wait it out but the medicine she gave me seems to be doing the trick.” Y/n gave Ron a kind smile. Ron was two years younger than her but they had always been great friends. Y/n would travel to the Burrow as a guest of the twins during the holiday breaks, so Ron and her had spent a lot of time hanging out together. It was sweet of him to ask how she was doing, but he didn’t seem that her health was the reason for their conversation.

“That’s good to hear. You wouldn’t happen to be heading anywhere, are you?”

“Just to get some food. I’m starving-“ Ron nodded eagerly, cutting his friend off in the process.

“That’s great! I mean, not great, just… well… uh, follow me please!” Scrambling like a mess, Ron clasped his hand over Y/n’s wrist and abruptly dragged her down the stone corridor. She couldn’t find the words to question him and allowed Ron to lead the way. Her curiosity was far too big to ignore his odd request.

Ron carried on for another five minutes then took a sharp turn, heading for the courtyard. Two figures ran off around the side of the castle in the darkness. Y/n swore she recognized the pair as George and Lee. What were they up to? Snapping her head to the younger boy, Y/n waited for him to fill her in on why he had dragged her halfway across the castle to the freezing courtyard.

“Okay! We’re here- I’m just gonna… head out. See ya, Y/n!” Ron rushed his farewell then ran off towards the direction George and Lee had escaped to. What in the world is going on? Left by herself without any explanation, Y/n threw her hand up in annoyance.

“What?”

Alone in the cold, Y/n wrapped the opening of her fuzzy cardigan against her body, attempting to keep warm. Although warmth entered her vein as a pair of arms snaked around her waist, snatching her backwards into a firm surface. She gasped, thrown off by her attacker and tried to turn in retaliation, but their grasp was far too firm. The familiarity of the hold made her body ease up. As much time as the spent together, she could recognize his touch anywhere. Fred.

His touch released a swarm of butterflies through the girl. She could feel the anger washing away as she leaned her body into his chest, having pined for his arms for two too many days than she was accustomed to.

The tall Gryffindor held her tightly. Moving forward, Fred pressed his lips against the shell of Y/n’s ear. The heat of his breath causing her to shudder as he whispered,

“I’m so happy you came, darling.”

Y/n smirked, looking up at him. The concurrent willfulness of her nature could only carry on for so long until her headstrong demeanor crumbled. A pang of chagrin still grumbled in her stomach but the sight in front of her certainly was a runner in her change of heart.

Soaking in her surroundings, Y/n realized they were just a few hundred feet outside Hargid’s hut. This explained the garden full of massive orange pumpkins. In the middle of the path was a small gazebo decorated in fairy lights and sunflowers. A small table set for two was tucked inside. Small teacup white candles line the path, creating a runway of sorts. Another candle, larger and purple, sat flickering in the breeze in the center of the neat table.

Y/n stood motionless absorbing the creation her boyfriend made- all for her. Speechlessness was not common for Y/n so Fred undoubtably began to second guess if his efforts were good enough. His fears were stomped in a matter of moments when Y/n harshly yanked at the material of his collar and placed a brisk, short kiss to his lips. Fred was startled, losing the opportunity to kiss her back but Y/n didn’t want him to. It gave her a sense of control- they still had issues they needed to work out, but she loved him nonetheless. Besides, avoiding and staying mad at Fred forever? Impossible. In two days, Y/n had to stop herself a million different times from approaching Fred and sharing a laugh with him, or kissing him, or holding his hand and giving him a hug. She didn’t want to fight off the urge anymore- and Fred couldn’t handle the distance spaced between them. Thus, being the motivation for his grand, heartfelt, date.

“I’ll assume that means you like it. I won’t take all the credit- it was my idea, but our friends are the main reason I was able to pull this off. I feel really bad and… I need to do something special for you- I don’t do that enough lately. I forget sometimes to remind you how important you are in my life and how much I love you.” Fred sheepishly smiled, nervously awaiting her reaction.

The small table was set, a new bundle of crimson red roses placed on her seat. To the side of her plate was a small box with a beautifully wrapped ribbon tied to the top. Fred had a special way of showing his love and adoration for his girlfriend, but even this was new to her. Never before had he gone so over the top to prove his feelings to her.

Y/n lifted her hand and intertwined it with Fred’s, smiling up at him,

“It’s gorgeous, Freddie.” The bashful smile made Fred’s heart melt on sight. He had prepared himself for the repetitive rejection she had been sending, so when she whispered those sweet words, his chest tightened, and his pace stopped.

Fred almost fainted in shock at the sound of her voice. He squeezed her light hand and drew it back, forcing her body into his own. Y/n couldn’t help the laugh that fell from her lips. She missed his playful ways. With the foreheads pressed against each other, Fred grinned,

“I’ve missed your voice, love.”

Although his words made her heart take flight, the reality of her hurt was still roaming. Y/n detached herself from his grasp and rested her hand on the black metal table. Her fingertips fumbled with the white cloth, it served as a distraction only for a short period of time. Fred sent her a sorrowful look. Her shift in moods was confusing to him, he only wanted to make things better.

Y/n sighed and ran her hand through her h/c locks. Closing her eyes, she inhaled deeply then asked,

“Why don’t you have time for me anymore, Fred?” The question of the night- or rather month. His date was beautiful, absolutely stunning. As riveting as it was, it couldn’t erase the hurt she had been experiencing.

Fred shook his head frantically, dismissing the accusation. He knew why she would think that way, he understood. It wasn’t true, though. Actions speak louder than words and Fred despised the fact that recently, his feelings for Y/n weren’t lining up with his actions. His words could only do so much. But he also knew soon, things would be different. Missing the Hogsmeade date was his fault, and he paid for it. Two days might seem minute to most, but when you spend essentially everyday attached to someone’s hip, two days of them purposely ignoring you and speaking to every soul expect you, it can feel like a lifetime. He realized a few things in this time.

Fred remembered how fun it was to act as if he was still trying to win her over. Gifts, no matter their cost, always brought a gleam to her face which never failed to make Fred grin. However, it was much more entertaining when she wasn’t upset with him and would throw the flirtatious comments right back at him. He was also reminded of how lucky he was to be with Y/n. While she ignored him, Fred found himself envious of every living being Y/n spoke to, as they were not him. When he started engulfing himself in his plans for the joke shop, his effort in his relationship had decreased and this was something he vowed to never let happen again.

“I’ll always have time for you, darling. And if I don’t, I’ll make some. I truly am sorry about this weekend- you don’t deserve that.”

“It just seems like you’re distracted, like you don’t care anymore.” Y/n batted her reddening eyes, finally throwing her worries to the air.

“No, no, Y/n, not at all. I’m so sorry I made you feel that way, love. I’m a terrible excuse of a boyfriend, I never meant to create this mess. I love you so much.” Fred’s head bowed down. It tore him up to know the way his actions made her feel, the only girl he loved.

“I love you too, Freddie. I really do but I can’t feel alone in this relationship. I let our date Friday slide, even though I was annoyed, but Saturday night? I feel like it broke me. Just knowing you forgot about me-“ Y/n fought back the burning sensation in her eyes as the tears began to brim.

The anxiety blooming inside her was clear to Fred. Suppose that was the downside to dating your best friend, they can always tell when somethings wrong. Before a tear could hit the floor, he whisked her to the iron garden chair, then kneels before her, his hands holding her face as if it was a priceless, dainty piece of china.

“I didn’t forget about you, darling, that’s impossible to do. I’ve been… well I’ve been working on something with George for when we leave school next year. It’s real important to me and I wanted to share it with you but I was scared that it might not happen but… if I have your support and you with us, I know it’ll happen.”

“What’re you rambling on about, Fred?”

“Remember how I told you that George and I wanted to open a joke shop? Well, it’s happening… I think. We’re really close, we just gotta make it through next year then we’re free! We’ll have our own joke shop and get to sell our own products and start our future.”

A silence overtook the atmosphere. Y/n’s lips were stuck open in a small ‘o’ shape, eyes glued to the floor. Was he really going to leave her all alone next year? Would they have to break up? Surely, he wouldn’t want to be in a long-distance relationship.

She was snapped from her own mind when her skin registered the touch of Fred’s lips as they traced her knuckles, kissing each finger as he did. His eyes then peered up to meet her own. She could tell he was serious by the feeling of his stare. Then he continued, making Y/n perk up,

“But none of that can happen without you… Y/n I want you to come with me. Move in with George and I, start a future with me. We want you to be a part of the shop. I want you there. You’re the only girl I want, for the rest of my life.”

Her once open mouth clamped shut in a swift motion. Ever since she met the twins, Y/n wanted a future with Fred. Everyone saw it as a childhood crush, but she always knew it was more. She never stopped loving him- never could. Even when his pranks took a step too far over the line. They always found their way back to each other and would work through it. Fights such as the most recent were rare- but Fred’s admission filled in a lot of empty spaces that had left Y/n sleepless for days. Finally, the crushing weight was lifted from her chest as she choked out a shaky breath.

Leaping forward from the chair, Y/n threw her body into her boyfriend’s body and clamped him in a koloa like hold. Fred chuckled in amusement, falling onto the near ground at her jump.

“Why do you have to be so lovable? I hate it. I should be angry with you, but I just love you too much. Besides, I think you did enough suffering.” She giggled as she pinched his round cheeks in her hands. Fred poked his tongue out at her and grabbed at her sides. Y/n swatted his hands away, giving him a stern glare saying, ‘don’t push it’.

Slowly, she leaned down and brushed her lips against Fred’s, smirking down at him. It was a change in roles. In their more adult situations, Fred was typically the one on top with Y/n pinned below him, but that’s a story for another time.

A small, almost whimper, sound came from Fred. He hated being teased- that was his job. Dragging out the moment, Y/n tugged on the skin of his bottom lip with her teeth, earning a groan of approval from Fred. She grazed over his mouth one last time before dipping her head down to meet his and interlocking their lips, still straddling his waist. Fred’s hips pushed towards her core out of instinct. Not ready to give in quite yet, Y/n lifted her body and shifted forward, entrapping Fred even more so in the heated kiss.

They parted for seconds to sneak a bit of air, then continued their needed make out. It had been a while since they proved their love to each other in this way. For the last month, it had been small kisses here and there when the couple had a chance to see each other. Y/n needed his touch- she needed him. Fred longed to have under him, pleasuring her. He desperately wanted to sink his head between her legs and really show her just how much he loved her.

The coldness of his fingertips hit Y/n’s skin as his fingers dug into the sides of her waist. As much as she longed to keep the exchange going, the last thing either of them needed was a detention.

Y/n plucked herself away, a small pout lining Fred’s lips. His hands remained tied up in her own, lying them on his stomach. The weight of his question seeped in like molasses. Opportunities like this presented themselves once in a lifetime, there was no way Y/n was going to let it slip by.

Rolling off his lap, Y/n plopped down on the ground to the side of Fred. Their heads turned simultaneously towards each other, Fred winking to Y/n.

This is what she wanted. To see him care for her, show his love. His attention. It was the one thing she had been striving for but now that the cat, or rather joke shop, was out of the bag, Fred didn’t feel the need to hide anything from her anymore and keep his work to himself. He was over the moon with excitement to have her join George and himself. It was everything he could hope for.

Coyly averting her peer, Y/n asked,

“Do you really mean it, Fred? You really want me to come with you and George?”

Kindly, Fred swiped his thumb under her chin and raised her head up so their eyes were level.

“I wouldn’t want you anywhere else in the world then with me.” The serenity in his voice didn’t go unnoticed. Y/n propped herself up to her elbows and brought Fred in a bone crushing hug. Heavy chuckles croaked from Fred as she smothered him lovingly. He managed to sneak in a tiny peck to her check and she hugged him. Placing her head on his shoulder, Y/n poked the side of Fred’s cheek, commenting,

“You’re gonna be stuck with me forever, Fred, I love it!”

Throwing his arm around the elated girl, Fred just smirked.

“Duh, that’s kind the whole point of you moving in with me.” He replied in a matter-of-fact tone. The night was growing darker and the steady wind was escalating. In an hour, two if they were lucky, Filch would be surveying the grounds in search of students, mainly Fred and George, out past curfew. It was a sport to him, catching students breaking rules and getting to turn them in. It was part of his job, yes, but Y/n hated that he never took it easy on anything for the Gryffindors like he did the Slytherins. Fred looked at the scenery around them and remarked,

“Y’know, angel, as much as I’d love to spend the rest of the night laying with you in my arms, we can do that in my dorm room tonight… in an actual bed instead of dirt. I mean, we didn’t set up this whole thing for nothing! If I knew laying in the dirt would win you back, you should’ve told me!” His sarcastic words were received with a light slap.

“Smart ass.” Y/n rolled her eyes teasingly and started to sit up. Before she could get to her feet, a pair of hands planted themselves at her waist and lifted her. Fred had his moments, but he was always a gentleman to her. His teasing ways were comforting to Y/n, reminding her that they were good now, in comparison to the recent downfalls.

Fred helped Y/n to her seat, then jogged over to his own. He presented the girl with a cake he made for her. Hermione brought him to the kitchens and taught him how to make one. It took about three hours, he burnt the first, put too many eggs in the second, then forgot to add eggs to the third. Finally, on the fourth attempt, Fred created a passable cake. Hermione had no desire to spend any more time in the kitchen, so she quickly frosted it for him, not wanting him to ruin it this far in, then covered it and locked it in the fridge. Much to Y/n’s surprise, it was one of the best homemade cakes she’d ever had. Her teeth were practically chattering from the intense amount of sugar, but she had to keep in mind it was Fred who baked it.

After eating, Fred and Y/n took their sweet time strolling around the castle. Fred swung his hand back and forth, causing the same effect to Y/n’s. They laughed feverishly as Fred chased Y/n up the moving stairs as they raced to the common room. When they entered the room, they sprinted straight for Fred’s, still in a chase. Hermione, Ron, Harry, George, Angelina, and Lee all watched in amusement as the couple seemed to be reunited.

“Wonder if they’re back together. You guys think the date worked?”

Everyone shared glances at the obliviousness of Ron. There were times when social cues and context clues just didn’t exist to Ron. George scoffed at his little brother and shook his head. The rest of the group roared with laughter as Ron’s face scrunched in irritation.

“Not sure, Ron. Why don’t you go out to our room and ask them?” George smirked mischievously causing Ron to turn white as a ghost in realization. A faint ‘oh’, tumbled out of his lips and his eyes went wide.

Despite their assumption, up in the top room in the Gryffindor boy’s dormitory, Fred Weasley laid snoring in his large mattress, still in his school robes. Squished against his chest by his arms, Y/n was sound asleep, similarly dressed. The two didn’t care what they looked like or who came in, as long as they were together, that’s all that mattered.

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So I’ve been working on this for a little while now after a comment @supershiny-raven left on one of my post. I present to you:

How the others find out you and the turtles are dating.

Raphael entered the Lair with you in his arms. His brothers stumbling by him, Leonardo actually tripping.

The gang had gone to drink at Vern’s fancy penthouse, a round of drinks had turned to four and before anybody had common sense he had broken out his fancy wine collection.

That had truly been everyone’s undoing.

Yours as well.

Raphael the tank had pretty much only gotten buzzed, even more so upon seeing your state he figured he needed to somehow get you and everyone else home safe and in one piece.

“Where do we dump Donnie?” April had one of his arms slung over her shoulder while Mikey had his other, they had quickly found out the purple banded terrapin was a fan of wine. “Whatever is flat and comfortable, you think you can manage him and Leo?” Raphael nudged his older brother who had dozed off while resting against the couch.

“Yeah yeah brah, we totally-“ He unceremoniously let his brother fall on the nearest cot, poor April taken along for the ride. “Shit, sorry girly”

Raph shook his head, you groaned stirring awake and tightening your hold on him. Raph was basically carrying you with one arm beneath your rear. Making his way towards his room he gently placed you on his bed and set about the task of removing your shoes. “Hey hey mister, I got a boyfriend” You squinted at the large terrapin at the end of the bed.

“Yeah I heard, lucky guy gets to put ya drunk ass to bed, where’s your makeup bag baby?” He got up when you half hazardously pointed at the dresser.

Pushing yourself up a little on your elbows you watched him gather your face creams and a pack of makeup wipes. He sat back down but next to you and motioned towards his lap. “C’mere, let’s get your face off” You giggled when he manhandled you onto his thigh and took out the wipes. Slowly and in the most excruciatingly loving way Raphael set out to wipe off your makeup. Each stroke removing foundation and eyeshadow, you mumbled something he somehow understood in your inebriated state. “Yeah yeah I got ya kid” With all the careful dexterity he developed over time, he gently removed your eyelashes.

“Somebody has been paying attention” You giggled, feeling the buzz in your body shift into grogginess. Raphael looked inside the bag, adding some cream to your face to hydrate it. He examined his work, a lazy smile as he caressed your face. It felt bizarre he could actually do this, touch a beautiful girl and do something so silly as help them out with their face routine. The two of you had been rather quiet about your relationship, enjoying it all to yourselves.

“Ya were the cutest drunk at that party” He ran his knuckles across your chin, You smiled sleepily lifting up enough to catch his lips in a languid kiss.

The door creaked open and there stood April, her own slightly drunk face breaking out into a sweet smile. The two pairs of eyes that landed on her read ‘get out’ and ‘keep your mouth shut’ slowly April backed up nodding with a giggle.

Then there was a ruckus of what Raphael only assumed was April tripping and Leo drunkly laughing his ass off.

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Michelangelo

Oh he was screwed.

So insanely screwed.

How could he misplace something he kept on his person so diligently?

Mikey turned over everything he could in his room, currently he had done just that with the mattress but to no avail.

His phone was missing.

His phone with that very scandalous polaroid you’d taken for him.

Mikey had nearly passed out when you gifted him the picture and to his delight he had stuck the polaroid on the back of his phone in its clear phone case. He kept his phone on him all the time, sure he’d have to be a little sneaky about placing it down but he could manage.

Now though? He was about to have a coronary.

Okay, currently in this disaster there was no trace of it. This meant he’d have to scavenge the living room.

Where his family was.

Mikey swallowed and scurried out with a silent prayer that it would there.

Raphael and Leonardo were currently watching a basketball game. They seemed pretty engrossed and perhaps wouldn’t notice that he was scouring the ends of the earth for his actual girlfriend’s literal boobs. He peaked aglance at the couch, his large brothers had to take up so much space to make it worse.

“What are you looking for?” Came Donnie’s voice from the kitchen. The orange banded turtle froze, he tried giving him a nonchalant shrug. “Just checking how I can give Raph a wedgie ya know” Donnie raised a brow ridge, mug of coffee to his lips.

“I double dare ya numbnuts, the Knicks are down ten points and I’m pissed” Raph grunted as the opposing team landed another shot and Leo sighed exasperated with the outcome. His eldest brother got up thankfully which allowed him to take a look at the that side of the sofa. To his dread but relief there wasn’t anything.

Where the fuck was his phone?!

“Hey snot face, can ya order a pizza?” Raph grumbled as the game seem to worsen, a pizza could fix up his mood. Mikey frozen, mouthing a series of ‘shit shit shit’ as he frantically looked around.

“Oh man that would fix this terrible game, can you order it with extra bacon too?” Leo went straight to the fridge to grab something to drink. “Order some cheesy sticks too will you?” Donnie asked as he poured himself another mug of coffee.

Yes all of this sounded wonderful and his stomach did grumble but

HIS GIRLFRIENDS BOOBS.

Raph had scooted further to grab his own soda from the coffee table and just as he did he saw his phone. Relief washed over him but to his immense dismay and terror, the back of his phone was facing up. Which means the clear case he had was displaying the infamous polaroid he had been gifted.

You had simply asked him one thing.

‘Please don’t let your brothers see my tits’

It all felt slow motion, his eyes going wide, his hand diving to the couch and just as he did, Raph’s quick reflexes kicked in unfortunately and he turned to grab his youngest brothers wrist. “Ya ain’t giving me a wedgie man!!”

Raph’s eyes followed Mikey’s hand and then his eyes bugged out.

“Why are there titties on the sofa?!” Raph made for the phone but only got a face full of pillow cushion. He snatched the phone before it could be grabbed by anybody else. The red banded brute grinned as his brother hugged the phone to his chest. “Advert your gaze you perv!” Mikey all but shrieked.

“I’m not the one walking around with a titty pic as my phone cover” Raph grinned, just to make matters worse Leo and Donnie had gathered.

“Mikey why are you walking around with a random porn pic on your phone cover” Came Donnie’s disapproving tone.

“It’s a polaroid” Was all Raph needed to say.

The silence that fell was brief, then a series of ‘ooh’s’ sounded off and Mikey all but frowned and felt his cheeks heat up.

“No way! That can’t be...” Leo was incredulous. The relationship between Mike and you had remained rather on the down low. It was fun, a little secret away from the world that could stay between the two of you.

“Mikey, are you and y/n a thing?” Donnie asked exactly what the rest wanted to know but Mikey dreaded to answer. He sighed dramatically and tucked his phone into his pocket, shooting Raph a glare as his green eyes followed the motion.

“Listen dudes she made me promise that nobody would see that picture and I’ve already broken that cardinal rule thanks to this jerk face” He frowned at Raph, who in turn rolled his eyes.

“Well maybe keep the picture in your wallet or your room?” Leo sipped his soda with a matter of fact tone.

“Or as a background on your phone cause honestly man” Donnie smiled to himself when Mikey shot him an incredulous look. “Why’d she give you that?” Raph inquired sneakily with a smirk.

“For our three month anniver- AH YOU DICK” Mikey huffed out as Raph began to laugh, it was so easy to trick Mikey when one played their cards right.

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Donatello

Investigating could take a toll on anybody, even if by all means you weren’t a detective it still didn’t mean you wouldn’t find yourself researching and investigating crime. It seems to be part of the job description when you befriend four giant crime fighting terrapins.

In away you could help, you did.

Everyone had huddled around the living room, the coffee table littered with pictures, clues and all sorts of pieces of evidence that could possibly lead to the culprit they were trying to catch. You had set down a stack of papers, eyes already screaming for a break. Leo and Casey were at the kitchen talking, Casey had just clocked out and was reporting back what the nights investigations had gathered. Raph and Mikey were checking out the pictures Casey had brought over and Donnie naturally was researching on a laptop he’d placed there.

You had nudged him to come over and join the huddle, and secretly you just wanted him close. The two of you were dating, quietly and unannounced, but in those first few stages of just wanting to be glued to one another it was a little difficult to do said glueing.

On a few occasions with prying eyes preoccupied with their investigating, you had reached over to rub his cheek, his sleepy eyes spoke greatly of how tired he felt. Donnie had been at this already for a while, you’d been there with him along the way.

With a stretch of his arms, Donnie yawned and rolled his neck. The clock on your phone read 3:45am, he was due for a nap at the very least. “Why don’t you lie down, I can keep helping out here” You reached over again and took off his glasses, he smiled tiredly but shook his head. “I’m fine, I can keep going” Despite his entire body language screaming otherwise, Donnie would always soldier on.

By the time another hour passed, people consumed enough Coffee to give themselves an additional pulse (and somebody committed the mistake of giving Mikey said coffee) the investigation had died down. A few walls were hit but a few leads had come from it as well. Everyone was ready to call it a night (or morning).

Casey yawned, twisting his neck to let out a few pops. “Okay who’s staying and who’s coming with me?” By the sounds of April softly snoring against an equally happily snoring Raph, it seemed she would stay. Casey had a few hours of sleep to catch on before heading for his next shift and you had to preoccupy yourself with the same before tackling a night shift at your job. Donnie’s tired eyes expressed how he wanted you to stay over but he knew work was closer to your place.

“I guess I’m carpooling with you” You told Casey, already grabbing your jacket and bag. A quick hug to Leo and Mikey, a bow to a recently awaken Splinter and you were next to Donnie.

He’d been sitting on the kitchen table, arms crossed and looking closer to being k.o’d.

It was the sleep deprivation honestly, on both your behalves.

Because you had spread your arms for a hug and so had he, but your face had met in the middle and before either of your foggy brains could comprehend what was happening you had smooched him.

On the lips.

For about a minute.

Minute and a half honestly.

You both froze, the awake members of the family staring with raised brows. Donnie furrowed his brows, lips pursed in a thin line, you still had your own in a kissing motion.

“Well at least we solved one mystery tonight” Spoke Mikey with a snicker, Leo nudged him.

Donnie sighed by shrugged. “Not exactly how I wanted to announce this so yup, I’m her boyfriend, she’s my girlfriend, please hold all inquires for a later time when I’m actually awake” He pulled you in again for a hug, and another kiss (greedy boy) and instructed Casey to deliver you home safely.

With a blush but albeit happy look on your face you waved everyone off.

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Leonardo

Keeping a relationship quiet had never proven to be so difficult. Truthfully it came easier when the circle of people surrounding you was bigger, but a close knit one? Everyone suddenly had the powers of observation up to God level.

But Leo’s ninja skills were God level too and you knew how to keep your trap shut and not sigh like a love struck teenager every second you saw him. So it had gone good, real good for a while. The thrill of maybe sharing an intimate kiss while others we’re around was a sensation you never expected to enjoy. When it was time to leave, Leo would ‘walk you’ home safely and by ‘miracle’ run into a few thugs on his way back.

Because there’s no reason a brisk ten minute walk to your apartment should turn into an hour and a half.

Raph wasn’t buying but cared little to stick his nose into it. Donnie was too busy to bother. Mikey had an idea but decided due to bro code not to voice it.

His father though?

Splinter knows what’s going on because well, he’s Splinter. You live long enough with four giant sons all with their unique personalities and traits, you pick up a thing or two about parenting pretty easily.

And Splinter is a phenomenal parent.

Both Father and Mother to his sons.

So naturally he’s irked that his eldest is sneaking out at odd hours and trying to conceal his return. Because Splinter feels that out of all four, Leo has always been the most open with him. Once Raph hit those pre-pubescent mood swings, Donnie began to teach himself all matter of subjects and Mikey was too busy trying to set a new record of heart attacks to give his father while skateboarding; Leo always remained the same.

Even with all the acolytes Leo has achieved in his ninjutsu training, he still had his hiccups and his father would never spare the opportunity to turn into a teaching moment.

So when Leo had kissed you passionately on his way out of your window, you still in nothing but the skin that he had dedicated a fair amount of time in kissing and bitting. He thought he was being slick, he thought he was going to ninja his way into the Lair, into the showers and straight to his bed.

What he didn’t account for was his father waiting up on him. A mug of hot tea on the kitchen table and hands clasps together in what Leo recognized all to well as ‘Dad Mode’.

He’d been caught with the proverbial hand in the cookie jar. His gear was half hazardously on, mask slipped down around his neck and for Christ sake he was holding a shoe. It was 6:30am and he smelled like a girl, a pretty girl no less. The jig was up, especially when his dad motioned for him to come forth and seat opposite him at the kitchen table.

“Dad I can ex-“ Splinter held up a finger and pushed the mug of tea towards his disheveled eldest son.

“My son, I am not angry” Which was truthful, he wasn’t, in fact he was ecstatic that Leo had found somebody, somebody good and somebody that loved him for he has. Long ago he had accepted the pain that his sons would not find suitable partners and the ache it would come with for them. But here was Leo, nervous and trying to adjust his clothing because he’d been with a woman, a woman he clearly loved.

“I like y/n, she is kind, thoughtful and caring to us” Splinter emphasized each trait with a tap of a long nail on the table. “She should be treated with respect, I hope I have instilled that teaching unto you, a lady is to be respected Leonardo” Leo nodded at his fathers words, he nodded and prayed that the underwear he had stuffed into his pockets wouldn’t magically transport on the table to further humiliate him.

“So please my son, do not lie to me, do not come home late in this state and not expect me to know what has transpired” Dad voice was on, coupled with the sympathetic eyes though, man Splinter was good at this shit.

Leo hung his head, clearly ashamed of his dishonorable doings. “Hai, sensei” Even as an adult being scolded by his father never stopped hurting.

“And please do tell her that there isn’t anything hide, she is welcomed in our home, I would not mind getting to know my future daughter in law a little bit more” Splinter enjoyed the way his son nearly choked on his tea.

“Perhaps I can tell her a few anecdotes of your growing up” He smiled when Leo looked at him with pleading eyes. “I believe I have a few embarrassing ones she will find most delightful” He stood up and placed a hand on his sons broad shoulder. “I’m sorry dad, sorry for sneaking around and not telling you” He was earnest in his words and Splinter bowed his head.

“I know, thank you Leonardo” He walked away, hands behind his back.

Leo sighed and pulled out his phone, shooting you a quick text.

-so my dad wants to formally meet you... as in introduce you as my girlfriend.

It felt nice to hit send on that message.

#tmnt bayverse #tmnt Leonardo #tmnt Raphael #tmnt Michelangelo #tmnt Donatello #Leonardo #Raphael #Donatello #Michelangelo #tmnt Leo #tmnt Donnie #tmnt Raph #tmnt Mikey #fluff #comedy #slightly ns*w

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sarcastich · 3 years

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read it on ao3!

Little Things

Peter woke up to the soft sound of the ocean coming from his alarm, at exactly 8 am, like any other morning. He got up and shuffled over to his ridiculously large closet in his even more ridiculously large bedroom suite -courtesy of Tony Stark to all the Avengers- with a yawn.

He picked his outfit for the day, an oversized pastel yellow sweatshirt with a cartoon bee on it, and baby blue scuffed jeans.

Peter walked over to his door and opened it, poking his head out to see if anyone else was around, but he was only greeted to an empty hallway. Leaving the door open, he headed back inside his room to finish getting ready.

He liked doing that; Having his door wide open. He knew that everyone there had gone through a hard time and well.. If anyone ever needed to talk, they’d all know his door is open to them. Literally.

He stepped out of his room ten minutes later, now with a pair of matching bee long-socks and headphones in.

Walking down the hallway, mouthing the words to his song and nodding along to the beat, he bumps into Tony, “Whoa there, kid”, he holds Peter by his shoulders, raising his eyebrows.

Peter pulls out an earbud, wincing. “Sorry Mr. Stark!”- An ad decides to blare out right that second, sounding a lot louder than his music.

Tony chuckles and crosses his arms across his chest. “C’mon, I told you to stop calling me that, Pete.”

“Right, right sorry, Tony”, He smiles and points his thumb down the hallway. “Breakfast?”

Tony shrugs and shakes his head, “Oh, I’ll just have Dum-E bring me some coffee or something.”

Peter pouts and crosses his arms like him, “You never have breakfast with the rest of us, c’mon grouchy pants, be a bit more passionate, spend some time with us-“, Peter kept going on about reasons why he should join the everyone for more meals, and Tony joined in, talking over him, “-what do you mean, be more passionate, you all live in my building, this is so insulting-“, rolling his eyes and following Peter -Not that he had much of a choice, since somewhere along his rant Peter had started tugging on Tony’s sleeve and pulling him down the hallway.

They walked into the kitchen, where Clint was leaning over the counter, checking his phone, a croissant and a mug of something hot in front of him. “Hey Clint!”, Peter chirped. The only acknowledgement he got from Barton was a single wave, and a mumble, his eyes never leaving his phone.

Steve was sitting next to Bucky on a wide couch in the open room on the other side of the kitchen counter –which was more than often used as a dining room-, a discarded newspaper beside them as Bucky pointed to something on an IPad Steve was holding, showing him how he could surf news websites instead of “-reading newspapers like a boring old man.” “Hey-!”

Bruce Banner and the Widow were nowhere to be seen.

Peter let go of Tony’s arm, his headphones forgotten around his neck, and started pulling out containers of pre-cut fruit as Tony poured out two mugs of coffee. He handed Peter one and they both sat at the other end of the counter, giving Clint some space.

Peter scrunched his nose up at his coffee and got back up, returning with a mug that was more milk and ice than coffee. Tony gave him a poker-faced look. “Oh I’m sorry, but some of us don’t like things that taste like drywall.” “Excuse me-” “You’ve been excused, now eat.”, he nudged a small bowl of berries towards Tony.

Tony looked at Peter, hand on his chest, “The audacity-”, he popped a blueberry into his mouth and his face morphed into something of happiness. “I’ve haven’t had these in so long-”, “Yeah I bet”, Peter snorted and took a sip of his coffee, (If you could call it that) and put one of his headphones back in.

An entire bowl of berries and four Spotify ads later, Tony left for the workshop, with a snarky remark and a genuine word of thanks from Peter.

Three hours later, in the middle of his workout session, a notification on Peter’s phone let him know the details about his new Spotify premium account. With a small smile and a roll of his eyes, he stepped off the treadmill that had slowed to walking speed, and patted his forehead with a soft towel.

Pulling a grey hoodie on, he fast-walked to the kitchen and pulled out a bowl of small, cut carrots from the fridge and made his way to Tony’s workshop, knowing he’d probably still be there. He and Dr. Banner were two of the very few people who had access to this room. “Knock knock”, he announced his presence in a singsong voice, thought he knew that F.R.I.D.A.Y had probably let Mr. Stark know that he’d be coming. “Hey kid”. Peter walked across the many parts and mechanical tidbits strewn across the floor and made his way to the table Tony was sitting behind.

“I come bearing gifts-”, he said as he set the carrots down on Tony’s table, -“And thanks. Seriously, I know we can’t stop you from spending money on us, but Spotify premium?” “What, the ads were annoying-” “You didn’t hear me talking, but you heard the ads-”, “Oh it’s just some silly little app anyway”, Tony replied, crunching down on a carrot piece. Peter sighed, walked around the table, and gave Tony a one-armed hug around the shoulders since he was still sitting down. “Thanks, Tony.” “Yeah yeah, get off me, kid.”, he grumbled and pat Peter’s arm, a smile growing on his face.

The rest of the day, every time Tony would finish his fruit, a new plate of snacks would show up less than fifteen minutes later, with no sign of the boy himself.

Six months later, just as Peter was dosing off in Tony’s their bed, in Tony’s their bedroom, he finally got to find out what his “super-secret project, no you cannot help me, and no one can know what it is”, project was.

Tony dramatically entered the room, startling Peter out of his half-asleep state, waving something around, “Oh my God, Peter, it’s finally over, Pete, old ladies do this as a hobby, a hobby, I tell you”,- rolling his eyes and dropping onto the bed. “Christ Tones, what’re you on about?”

Tony holds out what he was holding. Peter’s expression of confusion and slight annoyance instantly turns into one of adoration. “Tony-”, “No, okay I know it isn’t perfect, but you were really upset when I spoilt your bee sweater,” –He said with a smirk- “And I wanted to make you something anyway- hey hang on, why’re you crying, baby, oh n-”, Peter cut him off with a big kiss, and snatches the newly knit sweater from tony. It was a soft peach color, and had two little knit bees in front. It fit him perfectly, a little bigger than his own size, but that was Peter saw as his perfect size anyway.

He wore the sweater for four days straight before Tony made him take it off to shower.

#starker #starker fic #AechWrites #Little Things #am i doing this tag thing right?#pls im so scared #first fic

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hxt1b · 3 years

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A Boy Like Him

Jeno x Reader

Requested Prompt 13 Pretend Girlfriend for @deepangelchaos

Genre: Fluff, maybe a little angsty

WC: 2.8k

Warning: Swearing, Mental Health (y/n has a panic attack)

Masterlist

Prompt List, for any requests anyone may have.

There were many moments in a day you wondered 'what the fuck is my life?' Many times you'd look in the mirror and it would be hard for you to remember what your life use to be like. The past four months had been a fast blur of media, paparazzi and fake public cuddles. You weren't made for this shit but somehow you literally drew the short stick.

"You want us to what?" Aera asked looking at your manager shocked. You could tell your best friend was not pleased by what you'd just been told. Sena also grumbled from your left.

"It's only a year." He said looking at the three of you expectantly, "only one of you has to do it and its exposure. Come on." He wasn't selling it very well. You sighed.

"Why us?" Sena asked.

"I don't know they just asked us." He replied.

"Why now?" Aera asked. Your manager shrugged again.

"Look it'll be good for your YouTube careers, that's a lot of people who will want to know who you are and they'll watch you. A lot of new fans!" He said.

"A lot of fucking hate too." You said glaring at him.

"Good comes with the bad." He said. You sighed weighing his options.

"Just think about it."

So the three of you thought about it, in the end, he was right. You could steadily grow your YouTube channel, you already were, but this would make it a lot faster, and it couldn't really hurt could it?

"Are you ready?" Jeno asked snapping you out of your thoughts. You nodded closing your laptop lid and standing up.

Sena fluttered out of the other room, her energy high not matched by anyone else in the room. Aera followed her hands tucked into her pocket. One glance towards Jeno and she had a scowl growing on her face.

You laughed awkwardly getting in between her and Jeno. You realized that you were the reason for the anger directed at the boy however that didn't make the situation any less awkward in your head.

"Let's film?" Sena said clapping her hands. Jeno nodded not saying anything and let you and your friends lead the way to your filming studio.

You watched as Jeno walked up to the two seats set up for you both and sat down next to you. Sena slipped behind the camera, and Aera took a seat next to a table with a laptop on it off-camera.

"Okay rolling in 3, 2…" Sena pointed at you.

"Hello, my dudes." You started clapping lightly getting the attention of every mic in the room and the viewers. You launched straight into a short intro. "Welcome back to our channel. Everyone has been asking for this video a lot so here we are today, as you can probably tell from the title of the video we're doing the boyfriend tag." You looked over at Jeno a smile on your face, he smiled back at you his eyes disappearing.

Your stomach turned, that fluttery feeling that you'd rarely ever felt. And your awkward smile fell to a much more relaxed one as you looked at him continuing to speak to the camera. It was sad though, and you knew it, your crush on him.

"This is fake you know what right?" He clarified the day you met. You nodded quickly irritated in your head, you'd read the damn contract.

"Good okay we're supposed to 'hang out' together for a couple of hours and make sure that we get spotted by the paparazzi." You nodded as he explained that he was going to walk around with you for a few minutes and then you'd be coming back to his dorm to sit around. Little did you know that after your very very short walk around the park that when you'd get back she would be here.

So there you were stuck in NCT dreams dorm while your fake boyfriend didn't even want to get to know you on a basic human level.

He told you to watch TV while he went into his room with his actual girlfriend. Lucky for you Chenle came into the living room only seconds later. The younger boy didn't say anything just sat down next to you and watched the anime you'd put on.

"He's not a bad person." He randomly said you just nodded not knowing what he was saying."I mean you know why the company made the contract right?" Chenle asked.

"How did you two meet?" Aera asked. Her voice flat. You glanced over at her keeping the smile on your face.

"Well," You started.

"At the park." Jeno cut you off, adjusting in his seat. "I was on a bike ride. These three were at the park taking photo's they asked me to take a photo. I thought they meant with me but they meant of them, it was awkward." He chuckled and you also laughed lightly. That had happened. The first time he met your friends you'd all gone to the park, Sena had asked for a picture.

"He's grumpy today." You sighed as the three of you sat on the bench overlooking the green field after taking the pictures.

"He seems to always be fucking grumpy," Aera said rolling her eyes.

"I mean cut him some slack his girlfriend did leave him," Sena said. Aera snickered.

"She was a bitch and everyone knew it. His friend knew it the company knew it. That's why this contract exists in the first place because if word had gotten out that he was dating her his reputation would have plummeted so they looked for someone that would make him look good." Aera sneered in the direction of Jeno, he was on the phone talking to Jaemin. "When she was done with him she left."

After that Aera never warmed up to him.

In all honesty, you regretted telling your friends. Aera was too quick to judgement, Sena was kinder sometimes too kind. You needed a good medium, someone who would complain but not hate, but they were what you had and together you got the balance, but there were moments where you didn't.

You stared at Jeno as Aera and Sena began to debate how he should react and how he should handle it, but you'd been there when she'd left him. You were on the couch with Chenle watching your fifth anime together in the three weeks that you'd been coming over.

Jeno had cried. She was bad for him, but he'd loved her.

The questions continued, and the two of you continued to tell half-truths, stories you'd both been told to create. You didn't flinch outwardly when Jeno pulled your chair closer to his pulling you into his side, and you tried your best to keep calm when his arm circled your waist. It's just for the camera you told yourself.

"Now for the fan questions," Aera said, turning the laptop towards you two. You turned your head squinting at the screen.

"Can you bring it closer?" Jeno asked for you. Aera moved the table in front of you and set up the laptop.

"Press play." You leaned forwards and did as you were told. A video played on the screen, a clip of an anime. A boy was walking holding two popsicles, he sat on a bench next to a girl and passed her both the treats.

"They're both mine?" She asked looking over at the boy shocked. He just nodded.

"You like both flavours right?" He asked as he grew embarrassed. She smiled up at him in the cute anime fashion.

The clip ended and cut to a paparazzi video of you on a bench, Jeno sitting next to you as you held two popsicles, his arms were crossed over his chest as he looked away from you. You looking at him in amazement much like the girl from the anime.

"The question that was asked was, 'did you intend to re-create an anime or are you guys just that damn adorable?" Your cheeks flushed as you stared at the laptop. Jeno next to you was also frozen.

"I guess we're just that damn adorable." He quietly replied. You looked up at him and giggled lightly. He was smiling at you again, you were afraid the butterflies in your stomach were going to kill you. You looked away from him quickly.

"I don't think we've even seen that anime." You added to his answer.

"Why can't I have a guy like that." You whined to Chenle as the two of you watched a cute anime couple stand in the middle of a crowded plaza, his hand in her hair as he ruffled it. He'd just told her that he knew her after she accused him of not knowing a single thing about her. He'd proved that he in fact did by handing the character her favourite flower, a rare type of lily.

"I thought you didn't like romance anime?" Chenle teased. You threw your pillow at him.

"Shut up." Chenle laughed loudly at your reaction making you laugh.

You jumped when Jeno walked into the living room scaring you.

"Want to go for a walk?" He asked. You nodded.

"Sure."

You'd ended up at the park as the sun set.

"Wait here." He'd said motioning for you to sit on the bench, confused you'd sat down as he ran off. He'd come back minutes later with the two popsicles. Handing you them both.

"Strawberry and Lime." He said, "I know you like both the flavours and I know you have a sweet tooth."

"Not going to lie, kinda creepy that someone took a video of you two like that," Sena said turning the camera off after you'd closed off the video.

"It was a paparazzi." You said getting up from the chair.

"Just gotta go to the bathroom." You added and quickly left the room. Sitting that close to him was always hard for you. That popsicle incident was a month after he'd gotten dumped, he'd hung out with you a little bit more before the day at the park and your interactions had only grown after that but they were all friendly not enough to call you guys good friends though.

You turned the faucet on letting the water cool your sweating hands. Your heart was racing and you couldn't calm the damn butterflies, your head replaying the way he pulled your chair to him, flashing you the memories of him giving you the cold treats.

"It's fake." Aera's voice said in your head.

"It's fake." You muttered to yourself.

After drying your hands you pulled the door open and jumped when you almost bumped into Jeno. He was leaning on the wall right next to the bathroom.

"Are you waiting for the bathroom?" You asked, he shook his head, his hand reaching out and grabbing your sleeve. He fiddled with the thumb hole of your hoodie, the butterflies you'd been trying to stomp out coming back.

"I was waiting for you, it's really awkward being in a room with Aera she keeps on giving me a death glare." You laughed, bringing his eyes up to yours.

"Y/N," He started his voice quiet.

"Y/N!" Sena yelled running out and barrelling towards you a huge smile on her face.

"WE JUST HIT A MILLION SUBSCRIBERS."

"WE DID?" You asked your hand flying to your friend forcing Jeno to let go of your sleeve.

"HELL YEAH WE DID," Aera said running into the hallway as well, as Sena pulled you in for a hug. Aera slamming into the both of you not even a second later.

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You typically never paid attention to the hate, but as your numbers grew so did the rude and obnoxious comments.

"You're not watching," Chenle whined as you scrolled on your phone.

"Sorry." You mumbled as you tossed the phone onto the couch, your eyes caught Jeno's as you turned back to the TV. He'd started watching with you a couple of weeks ago.

You didn't keep your gaze with his long, just turned to the screen. But you couldn't watch, your brain was reeling with the hate. It was like they forgot you were a human being. Some people would act like you having other friends was a crime. There was a portion of the internet rioting over a photo of you and Jaemin.

Renjun had wanted the boys to go get lunch together at a restaurant, complaining about being stuck inside all the time. No one had the heart to say no, not even you.

The picture was taken as you all exited the place, Jaemin had grabbed the back of your shirt as you'd tripped, but it looked odd. The next photo was of him pulling you into him.

That was a week ago the two of you were being called all sorts of names. Chenle had told you to ignore it, that it will blow over, but it was easier said than done. Not being able to focus as your eyes blurred you excused yourself to the bathroom.

Taking your phone with you. Your hands shook as you locked the bathroom and sank to the floor, you were determined to not cry over the hate but it was starting to feel like you couldn't breathe.

You scrolled through your contacts and called your friends, neither answered. Their phones off. You knew they'd gone to see a movie today, but you'd hoped that maybe their phones wouldn't be off.

You went to the sink and turned on the water, watching the cold water swirl into the drain as you tried to calm your breathing, it wasn't working.

A knock on the bathroom door startled you.

"Y/N" It was Jeno. "Are you okay?" He asked.

You looked at yourself in the mirror, your eyes were red with unshed tears and you looked frazzled.

"Y-yeah." You replied your voice shaking slightly.

"Can I come in?" He asked. You froze for a second before turning off the faucet and unlocking the door letting him know he could come in.

He opened the door slowly as he came into the bathroom. He looked at you for a second before his arms came around you pulling you into his chest. You began to cry, as he shushed you. He didn't say anything further, just held you until you calmed down.

An hour later you were sat on his bed Jeno next to you as he told you about his favourite anime that he wanted you and Chenle to watch with him. You nodded as he spoke taking in every word that came out of his perfect mouth.

You couldn't help but want to kiss him as his enthusiasm about the anime grew. His eyes were shining. You hadn't seen Jeno like this, and it wasn't helping with your feelings. Your heart was doing summersaults, he stopped talking as you stared at him.

"Are you listening to me?" He asked snapping you out of your daze.

"Of course." You replied crossing your legs on his bed as he moved closer to you.

"Are you sure?" He asked, and you laughed awkwardly, "what did I just say?"

"Are you sure?" You answered smartly, a teasing tone as you smiled at him. He narrowed his eyes at you, his lips pouting.

You opened your mouth to say something, but the words flew out of your brain as Jeno pressed his lips against yours, his hand snaking around the side of your face as he pulled you to him.

Shocked you pulled back, looking at him; eyes wide.

"Sorry, I shouldn't have done that." He said moving back from you. Your brain was in overdrive, so many thoughts flooded in as you stared at him. He was moving away from you.

You ignored everything in your head and grabbed his wrist.

"Don't apologize." You said and pulled him back to you, moving your lips to his again, you kissed him slowly taking in the way he felt against you. The way he still tasted like the chocolate he'd just eaten, and given you half of.

You breathed heavily when he pulled away from you again.

"Fuck." Was the only word that left his mouth as he stared at you before grabbing you again.

The next day he texted you asking you to go to the park with him, you met him at the bench he'd given you the popsicles at. He was smiling at you as he approached you, his hand tucked behind his back.

He came to a stop in front of you, and you looked up at him a curious expression on his face.

"I got you something." He said and moved his hand towards you. A Levi pop animation bobblehead in his hand.

"It's your favourite anime right?" You looked up at him shocked and nodded.

"I knew it."

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officialaemondtargaryen · 3 years

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Five Kisses pt. 2

Summary: Your relationship with Bucky is defined by five different kisses

Characters: Bucky Barnes x reader

Word Count: 1,877

Author’s Note: I hope that you are all enjoying this little series. This part will include one kissing trope: the “accidentally-witnessed-kiss”. In part one, we covered two tropes; “kiss-in-a-dream” and the “first kiss”. I think this is going to be four parts long, so I hope you all will stick with me through it. Please keep in mind this is the first thing that I have written in four years, so please be nice to me <3

You can find part one here!

The next few weeks seemed to fly by.

You had been working so much that you hadn’t really had much time to think about that night. Your boss had even commented on your work performance, and your recent knack for finding things to keep yourself busy with. You were afraid that if you allowed your mind to wander, you’d literally unravel. And you couldn’t let that happen, because you were doing a pretty amazing job at pretending like nothing had ever happened.

Bucky had come over to the apartment a few times since. The first time, you panicked and acted as if he was invisible. The second time, you lied about having food poisoning and spent the entire night in your room watching Schitt’s Creek while everyone played Mario Kart in the living room.

So, everything was back to normal.

And no one suspected a thing.

Or so you thought.

“Hey, do you mind if Steve and Buck come over tonight?” Natasha asked, standing in the threshold of your room.

“Why would I mind if they come over?” You asked, looking up from your laptop.

Natasha shrugged. “I feel like you’ve been a little more avoidy than usual, lately.” She said. “Wasn’t sure if something happened that night that Steve and I didn’t make it out to Josie’s.”

“No,” you said and shook your head. “Nothing happened. I’ve just been really busy. I’ve had a huge workload lately, and you know I’m not the best at dealing with my stress.”

It wasn’t a lie.

“Well we’re watching that new Tom Hanks movie later if you want to join.” She offered. “I think Steve said something about ordering pizza.”

“Tom Hanks and pizza?” You asked and Nat nodded. “How could I resist?”

You figured it best to at least try to not be ‘avoidy’ as Natasha called it earlier. After all, how long could you really get away with it? Bucky was constantly around and you couldn’t have food poisoning every few days. You knew that sooner or later you would have to face him, be around him, talk to him- but you were scared. What if he had realized that it was a mistake? What if it was just the alcohol?

What if he didn’t feel the same way?

Part of the reason why you had buried yourself into your work and hobbies was so that you didn’t have to think about things like this. Because the thought of him kissing you the way that he did, and then realizing that it might have been a mistake, nearly broke your heart.

A few hours later, you were sitting on the couch when you heard the sound of boots in the hallway. The front door opened to reveal Steve with a couple of pizza boxes and Bucky was behind him with a few bags of other snacks and a case of beer. His eyes found you almost instantaneously and you quickly averted your gaze back to the TV.

“Hey, Y/N!” Steve was smiling from ear to ear. “Long time, no see.”

You rolled your eyes and stood up, helping him with the pizza boxes. “I hope you made sure to get the garlic sauce.”

Steve sighed, “I forgot.” You gave him a scowl. “I wasn’t sure if you’d be joining us. I mean, you spend one night alone with Buck and suddenly you fall off the face of the planet! Was the night that bad?”

You were starting to get the impression that everyone already knew you and Bucky had kissed, and they were now just trying to get you to admit it. First Natasha’s comment about ‘something happening’ and now Steve. You bit on your lip and glanced over at Bucky. His eyes were downcast, pretending to be interested in setting up the table, but you knew he was avoiding your gaze.

Steve stood in between the two of you, looking back and forth at each of you until he bursted out in a loud laugh. “I’m kidding! Relax!”

He continued to chuckle to himself as he headed down the hallway towards Nat’s room, leaving you and Bucky in the kitchen, alone, the first time you had been alone with him since that kiss. But, as if it were now second nature to you, you pretended as if he wasn’t even there and turned on your heel towards the cupboards to grab some plates.

Bucky didn’t move however, he just stood idly at the end of the table; fingers fumbling with the napkins that came with the pizza. You turned back around, plates in hand and sat them down on the table. Your heart was pounding so loud, you were sure that he would be able to hear.

“You’ve been avoiding me,” he said quietly. You opened your mouth to object, but he shook his head. “Don’t try and deny it.” He said, his lips curling at the ends into a small smile. “Natasha told Steve that you didn’t really have food poisoning.”

Thanks Nat.

“You’re right,” you admitted. “I have been avoiding you.”

“Why?” He asked, completely oblivious- you were half hoping that he would figure it out on his own.

Now you were really caught between and rock and a hard place. You could confess to him all of your feelings and your fears, but the thought of doing so terrified you. All the while, his eyes were piercing a hole straight though to your soul, it seemed, as he waited for an answer.

“I don’t think that now is the best time to talk about it,” you told him with a gesture towards Nat’s room. “They’re already suspicious.”

Bucky nodded his head, “so you’re like worried they’ll find out, or somethin’?”

Immediately, you rolled your eyes. “No. Yes. I- I don’t know, okay? Look, can we talk about this later?” You asked him. “GUYS, THE PIZZA IS GETTING COLD AND I’M STARVING!” You yelled to Steve and Natasha who were probably eavesdropping on your conversation right now.

You could hear them start heading down the hallway towards the kitchen.

“So, who’s ready to eat?” Steve asked rubbing his hands together.

Natasha and Steve took up most of the couch during the movie, leaving you and Bucky to share the loveseat. Knowing that it was too small for the both of you to sit on it comfortably, Bucky ended up sitting on the floor with his back to you. Finding it incredibly hard to focus on the movie, you spent most of the two or so hours staring at his perfectly tousled, chestnut hair.

Your phone buzzed and you quickly glanced at the screen to see a text from Natasha. “You’re staring,” the text read and you looked up at her to see her looking right at you with eyebrows raised. You texted her back quickly, advising her that she should be paying attention to the movie and you saw her roll her eyes upon receipt.

When the movie ended, you noticed she and Steve whispering among themselves and not too long after that Steve stood up from the couch. “We’re going to run down to the store and grab some ice cream.” It was completely random and you definitely knew now that they were both up to something. “Does anyone want anything?”

You and Bucky shook your heads in sync.

They left shortly after and the apartment was suddenly filled with an uncomfortable silence. It was now or never for you and Bucky, and you knew that- and you weren’t sure how long Steve and Natasha were going to be gone for. He stood up from his place on the floor and moved to sit on the couch, directly across from you.

“Well this is incredibly awkward,” you said and he let out a laugh. A loud sigh escaped your lips as you tossed your head back on the cushion. “It’s not funny, Buck.”

“You’re right,” he replied trying to keep himself from smiling. “It’s cute.”

You sighed again. “Look, a few months ago, I didn’t like you at all. I’ll admit, I didn’t have a very good reason for it, but that’s besides the point. But then- I don’t know, something changed. And I wasn’t necessarily sure how to deal with it so I just kind of-”

“Avoided the situation.” Bucky confirmed and you nodded.

“But then we had a great night out and we kissed,” you continued. “And because my feelings had already begun to change before that, I guess I was just afraid that maybe you wouldn’t feel the same, and the reason you kissed me was because you were drunk.”

Finally. You hadn’t said any of this aloud to anyone and now that you had, it felt like a giant weight being lifted off of your chest.

“You thought the only reason I kissed you was because I was drunk?” He laughed again. “I guess we’re both pretty bad at conveying our emotions, then, because I have been wanting to do that ever since I first met you. And, since we are getting everything out in the open, I have a small confession to make.”

“What’s that?” You asked.

Bucky stood up from the couch and crossed over to sit next to you on the loveseat. He turned his entire body towards you and took your hands in his. “Don’t be mad okay?” He said, suppressing a small smile. “But I kind of asked Steve and Nat not to come to Josie’s that night.”

You pulled your hands from his and stood up from the loveseat. Bucky stood up, as well. “I knew it!” You exclaimed, jutting a finger into his chest. “Well, I suspected something. It was their idea to go out!”

Bucky grabbed your hand and intertwined your fingers, pulling your arm behind him to wrap around his waist. “We were having such a good time,” he said. “You weren’t actively hating me.”

You smiled and shook your head and wrapped your other arm around his middle; leaning your head against his chest. “You made the right call.”

Bucky looked down at you kissed the top of your head. You moved to look up at him and he placed a finger underneath your chin, holding you in place as he closed the gap between you. It was even better than the first time, if that could be possible. He pulled you tight to him, as if you weren’t already close enough, and allowed his hands to explore your backside. You giggled as he cupped your ass, which prompted him to only deepen the kiss.

As soon as you remembered that Steve and Natasha could walk through that door at any moment, the front door flew open. You jumped back to see your friends standing in the doorway with wide eyes, mouths open with surprise. Bucky sheepishly rubbed the back of his neck with his hand and you could see a blush creeping up to his cheeks.

“You owe me twenty bucks,” Steve said to his girlfriend.

You rolled your eyes and then noticed something off as neither one of your friends were carrying any bags from the store that they had said they were going to. “Wait a second, did you guys even leave to get ice cream?”

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melismaticmadness · 3 years

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STOLEN

Request: “Request for a Owen x reader: Owen and the reader have been best friends forever and both confess their feelings when the reader helps Owen get settled in his new apartment”

Hope you like it!!

Description: the cutest FLUFF

1775 words

Warnings: kissing, very mild language

Owen Patrick Joyner x Reader

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“Miss Dinah, let me take that.”

“No, it’s okay honey! I’ll just put it in his truck. Are you two sure you can take this last load yourselves?”

“Yeah! We’ll be fine, it’s like four boxes.” Miss Dinah patted me on the shoulder and left to put the last box into Owen’s truck. It was brand new, and honestly, a godsend for him right now. There is no way he would’ve wanted to take a thousand trips to move all his stuff in his small car.

“O,” I yelled to him upstairs, “anything else up there?”

“Uh, I’m not sure…” his voice trailed off. I started up the stairs and could hear him pacing in his childhood bedroom.

“Think I should take the extra blanket?” he asked.

“You took, like, four. You can always come back for it if you decide you want it later. I’m sure your mom won’t trash the stuff you leave behind.”

He was still pacing but was definitely thinking pretty hard about something.

“It’ll be so weird...obviously this will always be home, but now at the end of the day I won’t be coming back here…”

“This room will always be here if you need it, and your family is less than 30 minutes away. You can come chill with Bindi anytime you want. You’re just taking the next step for yourself.”

“Yeah, it’s definitely time. This is a good thing, but tonight will be hard to sleep. Ugh,” he sighed and threw his arm over my shoulders.

“Let’s go, y/n - before my mom cries.”

We both laughed and said our final goodbye to his childhood room. Nothing would be the same now, even if the room was still there. His drums were gone, his hats were gone, his photos, everything. We played so many games on the floor of his living room, listened to musicals over and over again in his room, and definitely took advantage of his mom and dad making snacks for us. It was here, in his house, that I cried into his arms when a bully in middle school made jokes about my appearance.

His room was the place I first realized I had feelings for him. We were thirteen and it was in the summer after a day of swimming and a night-time bonfire with our friends. I was allowed to stay the night and we had a blast. The two of us were inseparable and unstoppable. Those feelings never went away, no matter how long we were apart, or how much our lives changed. It’s crazy to think that those two little energetic, slightly sunburnt kids were leaving the same house years later, still best friends.

Out in the driveway, his mom was talking to a neighbor and we were making sure everything in the bed of his truck was secure before we hit the road.

“Got everything?” Miss Dinah said.

“Yeah, Mom, if not I’ll come back during the week. Are you sure it’s okay that I’m leaving some stuff in my room? I just don’t know what to do with it yet.”

“Don’t worry about it. Have a safe drive and let me know when you’re finished.”

“Will do, Mom. Love you.”

With a kiss and a hug from Owen’s mom, I threw myself up into the truck and we were off.

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There were so many things to set up at the apartment. It makes me glad that it was Owen moving and not me. He has a lot less stuff than I do.

We spent hours setting up closet organizers, deciding how the decorative couch pillows should look, cleaning windows, hanging curtains, folding towels, everything.

Hours went by and we had just finished anchoring a really heavy mirror to the wall when Owen mentioned calling it a night.

“I just can’t do anymore today, y/n. I don’t even want to put the sheets on my bed, I’m so tired.”

“Let’s just hurry up and do it really quick and then we can warm up the food your mom sent and watch a movie.”

“Ugh, fine. I guess I do need a bed. Crap, what time is it? Do you need to be home?”

“No, I’m good. If you’re too tired later to drive, my mom said she’d come to get me on her way home from work.”

“Fantastic. You warm up the food, I’ll start on the bed.”

I headed to the kitchen and started warming up our dinner. I even made some popcorn for our movie later. When I got back to Owen’s room, he had made the bed and was laying on it in total darkness.

“Uh, your order is ready..”

“Thanks.”

“What are you going to do in, like, a day when your mom’s food runs out?”

“Starve probably,” he replied sarcastically, “I think I’ll use this magical device called the stove and cook something.”

“Remind me to write down Poison Control’s number before I go then…” I laughed.

“Haha so funny. What do you wanna watch?” He said sitting up and scooting right next to me. Owen was so close I could feel his body heat, but I wasn’t complaining. It did make my stomach do flips and my heart race though.

“I don’t care. Whatever you want.” He knew I meant that and so he picked Baby Driver.

We ate mostly in silence, and then we were laying down, heads touching on his bed, just watching the movie. Laying there with him was probably the closest I would ever get to be with him as anything more than friends. I was fine with that though if it meant always having moments like these.

The movie had 20 minutes left so I reached over to his nightstand for my phone that was charging, so I could text my mom for a ride. I knew Owen was too tired to drive me all the way home.

“Hey, no phones during movies. That’s a rule,” he whispered as he reached over and put my phone back on the nightstand.

“Sorry, I just had to text my mom to let her know she should come to pick me up!” I said, grabbing his arm and play-fighting him for my phone.

We were both laughing hysterically as he tried holding my phone over our bodies out of my reach until my phone fell out of Owen’s hand and onto the floor.

“Oh shit, is it okay?” We both reached over the same side of the bed to get it, our bodies completely touching as his chest leaned over my back.

“I got it. It’s fine.” I hit send on my message to my mom and locked my phone as the credits rolled past on the screen.

“What if you didn’t leave?” We were both lying on our backs again, but this time my eyes flew over to meet his. I wasn’t sure that I heard him or if he said what I thought he had said.

“O, you’re too tired to drive me later.”

“No, No. I mean what if you just stayed here tonight,” he rolled over to face me, “if you wanted to…”

“Really. Owen, it’s okay. I can have my mom come, it’s no big deal.”

Owen sat up and had his head in his hands. “Y/n, I don’t think I’m doing this right.”

“Owen, what are you talking about?” My mind was racing. Could he be trying to say what I hoped he would say for years? I couldn’t even think straight and if he kept going I think I might have thrown up.

“God, I’m sorry, I just- I’m very scared to mess this up.”

“You’re not messing anything up..I’ll stay if it makes you happy, I am totally cool with that, but I’m stealing a blanket for the couch.”

“Y/n, look at me,” Owen said, taking my arms in his hands, “I have- I- Okay, so here it is: I don’t want to ruin what we have because you’re literally my oldest and best friend, but I can’t keep doing this. I want to kiss you when we have to say goodbye from now on, I want to take you on cheesy dates, and make breakfast together in my nice new apartment. And I’m sorry if this messed things up between us, but I couldn’t hold it in anymore. I have wanted to be with you for years and spending all this time together this year just made me realize I never want to worry if you’re still mine when I leave and come back again.” Owen sighed with what was probably a mix of relief and anxiety.

“I don’t know what to say. I-,” I started.

“You don’t have to say anything..” He let go of me and now was sitting further away from me.

“No, I do. Owen. I have wanted to hear you say that for- god I don’t even know how long- definitely years, possibly even my whole life. I never seriously went after other guys because no one could compare to you. Even when you were shooting a show thousands of miles away and I didn’t know if you had found someone, I couldn’t find anyone who made me feel like you did. I still can’t.. So I guess what I’m saying is I want all those things too. I don’t think it’ll ruin us.”

Before I could even get up or move, Owen’s lips were on mine. He was so soft and gentle. How was this happening to me? The little blonde boy who played with me in kindergarten, and danced with me in the snow when we were ten, and let me cry into his arms, was kissing me.

He released me from his hold and our foreheads touched.

“Hi,” I whispered.

“Hi.”

“So, I’m staying here tonight…”

“Only if you want to. We can put The Office on and just hang out. Then tomorrow I have an idea for a date,” he said tapping my nose as he moved away.

“Wow, you sure do move fast, Joyner.”

“FAST?! It’s been like 15 years! I was dying here!”

“You were dying?! Try having to watch you go off to LA and knowing you would be around so many beautiful people who could steal you away from me…”

“I never could have been stolen away. I’ve always been yours.” He said, planting a chaste kiss on my forehead.

“I guess I should tell my mom not to come. Since I’m staying with you, do you think we could try that kissing thing again?” I smirked.

“Hmm, I think I can arrange that…”

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donutloverxo · 4 years

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On the run

Authors note - this is a series of closly related one shots hence tagged as soft!reader. This is for Ambers challenge! Hope you like it! This is like there was only one room instead of there was only one bed.

Please do not steal or repost my works on any other site. Reblogs are welcome.

Run through - You have to go on the run with your husband and share a room with Bucky.

Warnings - smut, daddy kink, voyeurism (fucking right next to Bucky lol), cockwarming, angst

Pairing - Steve Rogers x soft!reader

Word count - 3.3k

Masterlist is linked in the bio!

You paced back and forth in your living room. It wasn’t exactly yours but it had been your home for the past four years. Your floor to ceiling windows gave you an extensive and broad view of new York City. You were on the highest floor of the tower, it made the huge city seem so city. Usually the lights soothed you whenever you were anxious. But you weren’t sure if you had ever been so scared. Scared for your husbands life, scared for your future.

Steve had broke the law. Your Steve, the Captain America. It was so ironic. He was declared a terrorist and a wanted man. You felt as if this was a fever dream. Never in a million years did you think something like this would happen.

From what you knew Steve refused to sign the accords. Which you understood, he had his reasons and they were completely valid. You hoped the team would work it out amongst themselves and come to a compromise somehow. But from the looks of it, that will never happen. No one really asked for your opinion. Even if you were like family to them, at the end of the day you were a simple accountant turned stay at home wife. A job you had to give up to be with your Steve. When it got too dangerous for you to go out in the world. You hoped maybe just maybe, Steve would do the same for you. He talked of retiring, becoming a high school professor or working on his art. And like an idiot you let yourself indulge in that fantasy and got sweeped away.

Your life wasn’t bad by any means, in fact it was too perfect. Your friends were often envious of your perfect marriage and your dutiful husband. But you wanted more for Steve. You wanted him to slow down a bit, enjoy life, to not wake up screaming in the middle of the night in a pool of his own sweat and tears. You loved all of him, but you loved him the most when he was happy. Being an Avenger took a huge toll on him. You just wanted him to be happy.

You were being ‘escorted’ to the interrogation room. You had only been there once, to see Steve. You never thought you would be the one being interrogated.

You couldn’t help but feel resentful. You were in this grey room, under the harsh fluorescent lights, being asked all sort of intrusive questions as if you were a criminal, because of him. You gave up everything for him. You completely gave yourself to him. You didn’t have much left.

“Are you sure?” The man in the black suit asked again.

“Yes I’m sure! I think I would remember if my husband contacted me” you snapped.

“Alright. Please calm down ma'am” He said and you rolled your eyes at his patronising tone “You can leave for now but you’re not allowed to leave the premises. Let us know as soon as Rogers contacts you. If you don’t you will be an accomplice to his crimes”

His words echoed in your head on the way to ‘your' apartment. You sat back on your couch ready to drown your worries and your sorrows in some wine. The portrait Steve painted of you in a short white sundress, playing with some birds like a Disney Princess, hung on your wall almost taunting you. It was all superficial wasn’t it?

All the gifts he gave you, all the sketches he made of you. Every time he held the door open for you or tenderly made love to you, looking into your eyes and staring deep into your soul. Did all of that really matter? If he didn’t consider you or your relationship while doing something as brash as – you didn’t even know what he did. His duty won over his love for you. It always would.

You should’ve known. Your mother warned you. Told you you’re not the kind of person that would be fine with being the second or even fifth priority. Too possessive, too loving. People like you only ever get their hearts broken.

What did the future hold for you? You knew Steve, or at least you thought you did. You knew he wouldn’t help a war criminal. A terrorist. Sure said terrorist was Steve’s friend, but Steve was the kind of person that held others accountable. But at the end of the day Steve was just a human and a softie. You could see him being so loyal and going till the end of the line for his buddy.

You hummed as you felt a hand caressing your cheek. The feeling of his calloused fingers felt so familiar. It was a nice dream, an escape from this dystopian reality. You’d like to live in it forever but then your eyes snapped open as you heard him call out your name.

You sat up quickly sat up straight “Steve” you blurted out as you looked at your husband. In a dark blue, red, and white which was dirty enough to be black, suit. His short blond hair a bit frizzy, his left cheek blue and purple, unlike the neat and tidy look he usually sports. You looked into his eyes, which looked so tired and exhausted.

“We have to get out of here right now” He said gravely. But then his face softened. “It’s not safe here for you doll. I can’t leave you here, where I won’t be able to protect you” he said cupping your face with his hands.

You should have asked him a million questions. If what they were saying was true. Did he really help a terrorist? Attack his friends, whom you considered your family. But you didn’t. You simply crashed your lips upon his, taking his breathe away. It was soft, sweet but needy. Just like most of your reunion kisses. “I’ll follow you anywhere Steve” You said pulling away and looking into his sky blue eyes.

He gave your forehead a soft kiss before pulling you up. Telling you to collect your things as quickly as you can. You changed into a pair of jeans and sweatshirt, packing a few more t-shirts and pants.

“Hurry up doll we don’t have long” he urged you.

You made your way out of the apartment. You were walking to the elevator thinking you would be going down on it. “No, y/n we have to take the stairs. Come on” he took your hand.

He lead you to the emergency exit, one you didn’t even know existed. He was always good at reading and remembering maps. You smiled thinking of the time he easily got you both out of a very complicated Halloween maze.

“Steve why are we going upstairs?” You asked panting and trying your best to keep up with his face. You weren’t blessed with the super serum, you weren’t a huge fan of working out either.

“We have to take the jet and leave the country” He said rubbing your back. After a few seconds he hauled you over his shoulder “Hold on” He said sprinting up the stairs.

“Wouldn’t they notice us leaving in a literal quinjet?” You asked “What happens if you get caught Steve? What will they do to you?”

“Don’t worry about that right now” You wanted to laugh. Not worry? You were literally fleeing the country. How could you not worry.

You finally made it to the terrace, shivering in Steves hold against the chilly air Steve set you down in the jet. Before working on the kinks to get it started.

Surprisingly you made it out without anyone following you but you held your breathe. Not letting your guard down until you knew you were completely safe. As soon as you were in the air Steve put the jet on stealth mode. Finally letting his back rest against his chair and letting out a deep sigh.

“Steve” you couldn’t help the quiver in your voice trying your best to hold in your tears. “what is going on? Is it true? What they were saying?”

“What were they saying?” he said quirking a brow at you.

“That you helped a terrorist and you’re like a... war criminal now” you struggled to get the words out. Uncomfortable to even think such a thing could happen.

“You really think I could do something like that” He rested his elbows on the arms of his seat staring you down.

“I don’t. That’s why I’m here. But I have a right to know what happened”

His brows remained furrowed, as if he didn’t believe you. You had no idea how he managed to turn the whole conversation around and put you on the spot. “It’s Bucky” He said, his hard face softening.

Bucky, his best friend. Steve had carried the guilt of his death on his shoulders for years. Which only got worse when he found out that Bucky was indeed alive, being used as a weapon by hydra. “They tried to frame him. He didn’t do anything wrong. He’s been suffering for years”

You briskly got up from your seat as you saw the tears escape his eyes. You were selfish. Only caring about how this whole ordeal was affecting you. You couldn’t even imagine what Steve must have gone through. You sat on his lap, hugging him close to you as he held onto you so tightly, as if you would disappear if he didn’t. “Promise me you’ll never leave me” he choked out against the crook of your neck.

You ran your fingers through his hair lightly scratching his head with your nails, in the way you knew he liked. “I would never leave you Steve. I promise”

Over five hours later you made it to Moldova. A small country in eastern Europe. Steve hid the jet, saying he would need it later, since he had to come up with a plan to rescue your friends. Which would be much harder than rescuing you, they were in a maximum security prison, in the middle of a freaking ocean.

You tried your best to not think about that when you were on your way to a motel. You were nervous to meet Bucky, who Steve said would be there with you. You had never met any of Steve’s family. Since well they were dead. Back when you started dating he wasn’t really friends with his coworkers, so you never really received ‘the shovel talk' from them.

This was nerve wracking. What if he thought you weren’t worthy of Steve? Bucky was the only link to Steve’s past, his oldest friend, surely his opinion would mean the world to Steve.

“Hey it’ll be okay” Steve said squeezing your thigh from the drivers seat, something he liked to do whenever you both drove together. “I would never let anything happen to you. You know that right?” He looked at you before looking back at the icy roads.

“It’s not that. I know you’ll keep me safe Stevie. If nothing else I believe in that” You said as he gave you a small smile “this is all just overwhelming you know? I mean would we ever get to go back?” You asked although you knew neither of you knew the answer. “and then there’s Bucky”

“What about Bucky?” he asked.

“What if... he doesn’t like me? I know it’s silly!” You whined before he could make a snarky comment “We have other things to worry about and whatever but I want to make a good impression. Is there something I should remember not to do? Or to do?” You scrunched your nose at your strange question and this stranger reality. Where you get to meet your husbands best friend at the worst timing.

“Uh...” He contemplated your words for a minute “Well don’t hug him. I know you like to do that” he let out a laugh at just how sweet and likeable you are and how Bucky would love you the second he lays his eyes on you “Don’t worry sweetheart. Bucky’s the last thing you have to worry about. You wouldn’t have to even try to get him to like you”

You finally parked at the motel. Ever the gentleman, Steve held the door open for you holding your hand as you made your way up the shaky stairs. Steve knocked three times on the door before the tall brunette whom you recognised as Bucky from all his old pictures opened the door. He let you both in. You took off your coat the room wasn’t as warm as you’d like but it was definitely better than the harsh cold outside.

You watched as Steve embraced Bucky in a hug asking him how he was doing. You tried not to let your gaze linger too long on him, but you couldn’t help but admire him. He was a few inches shorter than Steve, but he had the same alert soldiery stance as Steve and the similar Brooklyn accent. Not to mention he was one of the most handsome men you’ve ever seen. He definitely looked more aged and somehow different than in the photos.

Steve introduced you “This is my wife” He said and Bucky gave you a small smile.

“This punk couldn’t stop talking about you” He said grabbing Steve by the back of his neck.

You were happy to see that even if they both had changed over time, their friendship and bond remained the same. “Good things I hope” You playfully squint your eyes at Steve.

“I’d never say anything bad about you doll” He walked towards you kissing your forehead and putting the backpack you packed on the bed. “You must be tired, you wanna go to bed?” He sat down on the bed cracking his neck, the stress of the last few days getting to him.

You finally had a chance to look around the room. It was what you’d expect from a shady motel. White floors which were now almost yellow, torn wallpaper and an old television. But then you looked at the twin beds. Looks like you’ll have to share one with Steve. You hoped he would be able to get proper sleep, with how tired he looked he really needed it. “I’m tired?” you teased him.

After freshening up and changing into your night clothes, you settled on the bed, sighing in relief as your sore back touched the hard mattress. Out of the corner of your eye you caught a glimpse of Bucky settling in on his bed beside you and his metal hand peeking out of his long sleeved shirt. You wondered what it looked it, did it hurt him? How was he able to move it so naturally as if it’s a part of his body? You really had to bite your tongue to not let your curiosity get the best of you.

“This will have to do for tonight sweetheart” Steve said spooning you from behind and pulling you into him. You sighed out as you felt his bare and warm chest through your tank top. You wouldn’t have to worry about being chilly. Bucky turned to lay on his side away from the both of you.

You hummed as Steve snaked a hand past your tank top and resting it on your soft tummy. Drawing small random patterns on it. Bucky turned off the lights, it wasn’t completely dark, there was plenty of moonlight coming through the window. You insisted on helping Steve out of his steath suit, so you could check in on his wounds and treat them, it was a post mission ritual for you both. But Steve refused to let you in as he changed in the bathroom alone. You feared that his wounds were worse than he was letting on.

“I missed you princess” he whispered in your hair, snapping out of your thoughts. “did you miss me?”

Bucky was snoring and seemed to be in a deep slumber but just to be safe you kept your voice low “I did” You said wiggling your ass against his crotch. You weren’t surprised to find his pretty hard erection there.

“Yeah?” He smirked ghosting his fingers at the elastic of your shorts “how much” before he could dip his fingers your hands stopped him

“Not now” you whispered harshly “Bucky is sleeping right there” you scolded. How he could even think about sex right now you had no idea. You would be mortified if you Bucky woke up to find you both in the middle of it.

“We’ll just be quiet” He said slipping his fingers past your shorts and panties and between your thighs. You wanted to stop him. You really did. But you realised just how much you missed him when he brushed his fingers against your warm folds.

“I can’t be quiet! You know that” You whined as he dipped his finger in your heat. You had no idea what had gotten into him. He loved making you moan, scream and cry. Did he want Bucky to hear you both make love? Steve was more perverted than he let on but this was something even you didn’t know.

“You will try for me won’t you?” He rolled your clit between his fingers and kissed your temple to sooth your thrashing “don’t you wanna be a good girl for me? Hm?” he asked driving three of his fingers inside of you to warm you up.

You should be embarrassed at the sinful noises that your cunt was making, you could hear them clearly since you had to be quiet. But you weren’t. In the moment you just needed to cum. “I wanna cum daddy please” Your voice muffled against the pillow you had pushed your face into to drown out your moans.

“Then cum doll” he said thrusting his fingers into you with purpose.

“I wanna cum on your cock daddy” He groaned at that.

Pulling his fingers out of you. He pulled your panties and your shorts down, bringing the blankets up to your neck “You comfy princess?” You nodded. He pulled his cock out of his sweats nudging it between your buttcheeks. He pulled your bare leg placing it over his hip and holding it there as he slowly pushed into you. He pushed his other hand under you to hold onto and fondle your breasts.

In any other situation this position would be uncomfortable but right now you felt as warm and safe to be surrounded by him. You didn’t feel the need to cum anymore, content with the warmth and the weight of his cock inside you. His steady breathing and heart beat lulling you to sleep.

He didn’t like that. He snapped his hips and pushed his cock deeper inside you. “Don’t fall asleep on me now princess” He warned as he slowly fucked into you.

You dug your nails into his hand which was squeezing your breast as you tried your best to contain your moans. You let out a mewl as Steve stroked your clit while making slow love to you. You were tipped over the edge, cuming hard around his cock and on his fingers.

“Shit” He said as the pace of his thrusts increased “you’re so tight doll. So snug” He bit your ear to keep from groaning out loud. He was about to pull out of you, to clean you up with a washcloth. He wouldn’t trust the towels the hotels provided but he did see you pack a couple, he could use those.

But you tightened the grip of your leg on his hip, forcing him to stay in place. You looked over your shoulder and he could barely make out your pout in the dim light “Stay inside please. Keep me warm” You requested. He had never been good at saying no to you.

So he pecked your lips and chose to forget about the myriad of problems facing him and all of you. At least for now.

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unholyimagines · 4 years

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Fucking Your Problem

Drew Starkey x Reader

Summary; Part II of Your Fucking Problem

(that’s all you get for a summary bc i don’t wanna spoil it, tho the warnings might give it away)

Warnings; cursing, teasing, fighting, spanking, choking, slapping, dirty talk, fingering, sex toys, i really went for it with this one

A/N; hehe see what i did with the title lol okay i got some serious 365 dni vibes writing this and the song from it (you know which one) kept playing in my head so i had to include the movie somehow (you’ll see) — also i wanna thank you all for all the love you gave the first one, i really hope you like this one too!! gif from google (is it yours?)

“After all the shit you said tonight, you’re gonna have to beg for it, baby”.

And you begged, for two days straight.

Drew had pulled himself away from you the second you both heard the front door opening, Rudy and Chase walking in, and acted like nothing had happened, leaving you more sexually frustrated than ever before.

And after that, all you did was beg. Beg for him to touch you, to give you the satisfaction you craved so much, to even just kiss you, but he never gave any of those. Instead, he watched and enjoyed as he had you squirming for him, whispering dirty things to you and suggesting to fulfill your fantasies, building up the anticipation until he was ready to give it to you, knowing he had control of the situation and trust me, he was living for it.

The shooting for OBX season 2 was starting in a day and you were dreading it, knowing your character had scenes with Drew’s, and you weren’t sure if you could handle it all, no matter how much of a professional you were.

But surprisingly, they had gone better than you thought, Drew keeping it all professional and not even bothering to stay with you after you were done with your scenes.

The boy was really getting to you, in more ways than one.

Contemplating on whether to go find him or not, you didn’t have time to think about it when Rudy had caught your wrist and pulled you to the set of the Château to watch him and JD film a scene.

Standing alone at the sidelines of the area, you kept quiet when the cameras started rolling, not wanting to bother the sound guy in any way.

Feeling completely lost in the amazing acting skills of your new friends, you almost let out an audible gasp when you felt a body press against your back, two hands finding their way down to hold your waist.

“Don’t turn around, and don’t make a sound”, Drew whispered to you, keeping you in place to not alert anyone.

His fingers started brushing over the waistband of your bikini bottoms, occasionally dipping in just below the edge and you felt the wetness pool between your legs immediately, thanks to his constant teasing for the past days.

“Drew”, you moaned as quiet as you could, begging him for more without words, not caring you were out in public.

“What the fuck did I literally just tell you?”, he snapped at you, his other hand coming up to squeeze your throat, making your breathing uneven.

He had learned by now how much of a sucker you were for choking.

The hand that held your throat, let go of its grip and started to slowly make its way down your front, fingers brushing over your chest and down to your stomach, leaving your skin shivering under his touch since you were wearing only a bikini top, due to it being your character’s outfit.

Finally reaching back to your bikini bottoms, he kept stroking the waistband, fingers disappearing deeper into the fabric each time.

You were sure you were already soaking through the fabric, so you whimpered quietly, notifying him of your desperate state.

“What is it, Y/N?”, he cooed into your ear, making the hairs on the back of your neck stand up.

“Please, Drew, I can’t do this anymore”, you confessed, hoping he would just finally give it to you.

“Oh c’mon, we’re just having fun”, he chuckled darkly, still keeping his voice down.

“Drew”, you whined, pressing your legs together to create some kind of friction, but Drew was quick to pull your legs apart.

“No, Y/N, that’s not how this works”, you didn’t have to look at him to know he was smirking.

So you stayed quiet and let his hands wander around your lower half, never actually touching where you needed him the most.

“You know—I could just pull your bikini bottoms to the side, no one would notice”, he told you in a hushed tone, your body jolting slightly at the excitement of him finally touching you, but also the thought of doing it in public.

Your reaction caused a low chuckle from him and right after, you felt his other hand reach down to your core, not touching it, just lightly tugging the edge of your bikini above it.

And then heard the director yell ‘cut’ and felt his hands leave you.

Taking this as your chance to scold Drew for making you feel like this almost in front of your boss, you took a deep breath and turned around.

Only to find him—gone.

Once again, he had left you all hot and bothered and nowhere to be seen.

“Hey, Y/N! What did you think? I think we nailed it!”, Rudy’s voice scared you since you had forgotten why you were standing there in the first place, trying to look normal when he came running towards you.

“Y—yeah, it was great”, you lied, not having any idea how the rest of the scene had actually went.

“I know, right? Anyway, since that was the last scene of today, we’re gonna throw a small get together to celebrate the first day of filming, so let’s go home and get ready”, Rudy smiled, his hands pulling you loosely from your waist to leave with him, and his touch wasn’t helping you, but you pushed it out of your mind, no matter how much you craved for any touch right now.

Four hours later, you were spread out on a couch in Rudy’s and Chase’s apartment, laughing at a stupid joke Chase had made.

“Hey Y/N, care to join me for a smoke?”, Drew interrupted your laughing, your face turning serious.

Ever since the night of your fight, you hadn’t told any of your friends what had happened, keeping up the facade of you two not being really friends, so him asking you to join him, made you wonder, or maybe you were just overthinking?

“Uhh—yeah, sure”, you quickly got up, trying to avoid any questions from your cast mates, but Chase was faster.

“Since when do you two get along?”, he chuckled, grabbing everyone’s attention as they were staring you down, waiting for your answer.

“We always have, what are you talking about?”, Drew joked, pulling you out with him before anyone had a chance to question him.

The cold night air hit you like a truck, shivering immediately since you only had a thin dress on.

“Cold?”, Drew simply questioned before pulling a cigarette between his lips.

“No”, you stubbornly told him, not knowing why you lied.

“Always so stubborn, Y/N”, he chuckled, a sudden feeling of anger rising in you.

“Why did you want me here?”, you frowned at him, quickly lighting up your own cigarette.

“Why not? You’re the only one that smokes and I wanted some company”, he explained, but you didn’t believe there wasn’t an ulterior motive behind it.

“Oh, yeah? So you didn’t want me here so you could tease and torment me again?”, you deadpanned, still not being actual friends with him and kind of enjoying the small fights between you two.

“Sorry, princess, guess you don’t always get what you want”, Drew didn’t hold back the smirk that was now spreading on his face.

You stared at him for a minute, scanning his face, trying to find a way to crack him.

“Why won’t you give me what I want?”, you asked, finishing your cigarette.

“And what is it that you want, Y/N?”, he replied, doing the same.

“Are you serious? You know exactly what I want! I’ve literally been begging you, just like you wanted!”, you exclaimed out in frustration, knowing he was just doing it to annoy you on purpose, but all the pent up emotions starting to get overwhelming.

“Exactly, because you’re gonna keep doing exactly what I want, aren’t you?”, he growled, stepping towards you, backing you into a wall until your back was against it.

“Drew—I, uh”, you stuttered, the closeness of his face clouding your mind as he placed his hands on the wall around your head, his face lowering to eye level with you.

“Say it”, he demanded in a low voice and you felt yourself melt before him.

“I’ll do whatever you want, Drew”, you confessed, knowing it was a hundred percent true, you were practically a slut for him now, agreeing to do anything he asked so you would finally get what you had been longing for.

“Good girl”, he purred to you, his face inching closer to yours and you felt your body shiver.

He was so close, you could feel his breath against your lips and then noticed him pausing when your lips were just barely touching.

You hadn’t realized you had closed your eyes so you opened them, to see him staring deeply into yours already, but he didn’t utter out a word.

“Just kiss me, I can’t take this anymore”, you pleaded, hoping he would just forget about his stupid power play and give in.

And right then, you heard your friends yelling inside, calling your name to get back in, ending your moment with Drew.

You hoped for a second that he would ignore them and just close the space between your lips, but he still didn’t move.

You sighed in defeat, pulling yourself away from him to turn around and go back in since the door was right next to you, but then felt him grab you by the back of you neck, pulling you back even closer to him than before.

Your breath got caught in your throat, waiting for it to happen.

“I don’t like it when you try to walk away from me”, he growled at you and you felt his lips lightly brush against yours when he spoke.

“I’m—I’m sorry”, was all you could muster out, not really knowing why you were apologizing, but it seemed like the right thing to do in the moment.

“Don’t make it into a habit”, he finished, letting go of your neck and walking inside.

Leaving you stunned, you watched as he sat down on the couches with everyone, acting like nothing had happened and your mind was going wild.

What was this boy doing to you?

Collecting yourself after another quick stress cigarette, you practically ran back inside as you had forgotten how cold it was, the heat from Drew making you forget, you noticed how everyone had quieted down and the lights were off.

“What’s happening?”, you frowned.

“We’re watching a movie”, JD explained and you eyed around the room to find the only free spot, of course, next to Drew, on the small couch that barely fit two people.

“Great, what are we watching?”, you asked, making your way awkwardly to sit next to Drew.

“Maddie’s been bugging me to watch 365 days, so here we are”, Chase told you, earning a slap from Madelyn.

“It’s basically just porn”, you spoke before your brain could register what you had said.

“Oh, is it now? So, you’ve already watched it?”, Rudy wiggled his eyebrows at you.

“I mean—yeah, everyone was talking about it”, you tried to shrug it off, feeling how Drew’s eyes were burning at the back of your skull.

Halfway through the movie, you had noticed Drew shuffling around uncomfortably, making you smirk to yourself. You were kind of desensitized to the sex scenes since you had already seen it, but imagining Drew doing all the things to you, was not helping you keep calm.

So when you felt his hand grab yours, you turned your head to see him watching you with a serious look.

He started pulling your hand towards him, silently and slowly, making sure everyone else was still paying attention to the screen as you were kind of sat behind them.

“What are you doing?”, you mouthed to him, but didn’t get any answer, but got the idea when he lifted the waistband of his boxers, sliding your hand in until you felt your fingers graze over his hardened length.

A rush of emotions went through you, mostly excitement before you felt him pull his own hand out, leaving yours in and then pressing your hand down on top of his pants with his own, making you fully grab him in your hand. Your body felt like it was suddenly tingling, trying to believe this was actually happening.

You saw him take a sharp breath when you had him tightly in your grip and now it was your time to tease him. You knew he was expecting you to instantly start working on him, but you wanted him to suffer, just like you had.

So you, did nothing.

Simply turned your eyes to the screen, still holding him in your hand, but not moving it even an inch.

“Y/N”, Drew growled, the movie having a loud scene so he could speak without anyone hearing him.

“What?”, you smiled at him innocently.

”Move—your—hand”, he demanded, pausing between every word to make it clear as day, but you only smiled at him.

“Why?”, you cooed innocently.

Expecting him to just sigh in defeat, you definitely didn’t expect your head to snap back when his free hand was in your hair, yanking it back.

You somehow managed to quiet the gasp that escaped past your lips, only to feel his mouth next to your ear, once again.

“Don’t fucking start with me, or I swear I’ll make sure you’re wet for the next month without ever getting the satisfaction of cumming”, he spoke lowly, sending shivers down your spine.

Blinking rapidly for a moment to make sure you heard him right, it was enough for you to start moving your hand, slowly, making him know you had some control, or at least thought you had.

When The Boat Scene was starting on the screen from the movie and the song I See Red began, you felt yourself getting more and more excited, pumping your hand on Drew faster, watching as the couple on screen had sex all over the yacht.

Quiet, barely audible moans and grunts started falling from Drew’s lips made you turn your head to him, seeing how his head was leaning back on the couch, his eyes closed.

The sight only, made you feel butterflies in your stomach, your legs involuntarily pressing together.

You thought about just pulling him out of his pants and taking him in your mouth, but fought against the thought since all of your friends were in the same room.

“Drew, I need you”, you whispered to him, pumping ever faster to show him how much you wanted him.

“I know”, he chuckled before pulling your hand out, making you frown in confusion.

He checked quickly to make sure no one was watching you before placing his hands on either sides of your face, pulling you close.

“Tell me what you want”, he rasped with serious eyes.

“Drew”, you whined, knowing he knew exactly what you wanted, biting your lips in the process.

“Don’t do that”, he suddenly snapped, watching your teeth pull back your bottom lip.

“What?”, you asked, not understanding why and repeating the action.

“Bite your lip one more time, I dare you”, he clarified and you couldn’t help yourself but to do just that.

“That’s it”, he told you, getting up from the couch, catching everyone attention.

“I gotta go, I’ll be back later”, he told everyone before simply leaving.

No one seemed to notice you as you sat there, more confused now that ever.

Did you really make to wrong move? Was he actually angry?

You sat alone on the couch, the movie quickly ending but you hadn’t really paid any attention to it, your mind too occupied with Drew.

“Anyone up for drinks?”, Rudy loudly asked, people getting up and turning the lights back on.

“Yes, please”, you sighed, following him to the kitchen.

Before you could even get the glasses, Rudy’s phone went off.

“Hey—yeah, sure—okay, bye”, the call ended quickly and Rudy turned to you.

“Drew needs you at his apartment, he said it was urgent”, he told you, motioning towards the door as he seemed slightly worried.

“Oh—okay”, you faked a smile before quickly taking off, opening the front door before anyone else took notice.

Walking literally two steps forward, you knocked at the door in front of you since Drew lived just the opposite of Chase and Rudy.

Merely a second later, the door flew open and you felt yourself getting pulled in, the door slamming close behind you.

“Drew—what, uh, what’s happening?”, you frowned, trying to look around the apartment since it was actually your first time being there, but you didn’t really have any time when you were again, pulled, into his bedroom and thrown onto the bed.

Landing on your front, you rolled around on your back and were instantly faced with Drew’s lips on yours, his body hovering over you.

Not wanting anything to interrupt what you had waited for so long, you lifted your hands up to grab his hair, making sure he kept close and didn’t leave you again.

While his other hand kept him up, the other started gripping your waist roughly, his touch needy and desperate.

“Drew, please”, you begged one last time, with swollen lips, between kisses.

“Up”, he commanded and you happily obliged.

“Strip, now”, he continued, standing in front of you, eyeing you from head to toe, making you feel slightly intimidated.

You lifted your hands to slowly pull down to straps of your dress, tugging it down to your chest, breathing heavily as you were getting ready to reveal yourself to him fully.

The dress slipped down past your chest, your nipples hardening as you watched Drew’s eyes glued to them, not wearing a bra.

Finally letting go of the fabric completely, you stood before him, only in your g string, waiting for him to say or do anything.

He lifted an eyebrow at you, his eyes now looking at your underwear and you began pulling them off, your fingers going underneath the thin waistband.

“This is taking too long”, he suddenly said, pushing you back until your feet hit the edge of the bed and you fell on it.

You watched him take the tiny piece of fabric between his fingers and pull up, not down, but up.

“What are you—“, you gasped when you felt the waistband snap before he removed the fabric completely.

“Did you just—break my favorite underwear?”, you asked in slight disbelief.

“Yes, is that a problem?”, he stared you down, making you feel more intimated than before.

“N—no”, you cowarded, giving up any control you thought you had with one word.

“Thought so. Now, give me your hands”, he said and you did, before he pulled your body up on the bed and pinned your wrists down with one hand.

You didn’t look up until you felt something cold and hard against your skin, realizing he was handcuffing you to the bed frame.

A hot wave of excitement went through your body at this.

“Close your eyes and keep them closed”, he told you quietly before you felt his fingertips brushing over your collarbones, making their way down to your chest.

You didn’t want to close your eyes, you wanted to see everything he was about to do to you, but he stopped his movements when he saw your eyes still open, so you reluctantly closed them.

His touch on your skin continued and it was almost so light that it was on the edge of ticklish, but when he got down to your boobs, it turned rough.

He kneaded and massaged them, you humming in approval.

Every time you thought his palms would come in contact with your nipples, you sighed in disappointment when they never did. He was clearly doing it on purpose, still continuing to torment you.

A moment passed until you were starting to feel annoyed at the lack of touch now, so you started to twist your body slightly, trying to show him what you wanted.

But it wasn’t enough because he still avoided your most sensitive parts.

“Drew, just touch me already”, you sighed, your voice sounding kind of fed up.

“Say my name again”, he responded, not giving you the answer you wanted.

“I will when you give me some satisfaction”, you snapped back, hoping it would trigger him somehow to just take you.

“Trust me Y/N, you’ll be begging for more satisfaction when I’m done with you”, he chuckled before taking your nipples between his fingers and lightly twisting them.

A loud, uncontrollable moan came from your mouth at the contact and you felt shockwaves through you body when he stared tugging and playing with them.

But he was finished with your chest quicker than you would have liked.

Feeling his hands around your ankles, your legs flew apart quickly and you felt Drew sit between them.

You wanted to open your eyes so bad, to see him looking at your exposed self, but knew better.

You waited for a moment, for him to do something.

And then another moment.

And another.

But nothing happened and you felt the anger rising again.

“If you don’t do something, I’ll open my eyes”, you threatened.

“Do that and you won’t get anything”, he was fast to reply.

“I swear I’ll open them”, you told him.

“And I swear, I won’t touch you again”, he said in a stern voice.

“Then untie me and I’ll fucking get up and leave”, you lied, hoping he would believe you.

You didn’t get an actual response, instead, his dark laughter filled your ears.

“You’re so fucking hot when you’re mad”, he told you.

“Do something or I’ll show you how hot I am when I’m furious”, you exclaimed and finally felt his hands at your inner thighs, spreading your legs more apart.

Your anger was forgotten in a second, trying to push yourself towards Drew so he wouldn’t take any longer with touching you.

A single finger went from your entrance up to your clit, a moan falling into the quiet room.

You expected him to just stop there, but to your surprise, he immediately went to rub on your clit, sending your mind into a wild haze.

It was like someone touching you for the first time, the anticipation for this moment making it all worth the wait, but you still wanted more.

Bucking your hips up just a little, Drew got the hint as he removed his finger and you felt him get up from the bed.

You wanted to open your eyes to see what he was doing, but he was quickly back and you felt his fingers pressing against your entrance, gliding in effortlessly, thanks to how wet you were.

Him inching himself in more and more, you frowned a little. His fingers seemed, really thick?

And then you realized, they weren’t his fingers, but a dildo.

“Where’d you get that?”, you quickly blurted out, not wanting to share the toys he might have used before.

“Don’t worry, I got it yesterday just for you”, he read your mind and your stomach tingled at the fact that he had done that.

You were fully prepared to reply, but nothing came out of your mouth when you felt him push the toy all the way in and pull it out, just to push it back in.

It didn’t take him long to find the rhythm that had you moaning and whimpering in seconds.

You thought you couldn’t last for more than a minute and wanted to warn him, but then felt the toy leave you completely.

A pair of hands were around you waist, flipping you over on your stomach.

A sharp stinging pain shocked you, realizing he had just spanked you, hard.

“Mm, Drew”, you moaned, lifting you ass up for him to do it again.

He repeated the action a few times until you heard him chuckle again.

“You’re such a good little slut, Y/N”, the comment earning another moan from you.

He flipped you over again, his other hand holding your waist tightly, pushing you down to keep you in place when his other hand pushed two fingers in, your head falling back in pure pleasure.

“Tell me you want me”, his voice sounded distant through the pleasure you were receiving.

“Tell me, you want me”, he repeated, now more firmly, but you still couldn’t give him an answer.

A harsh slap on your cheek brought you back to reality.

“Fucking answer me”, his voice was loud and clear, your eyes flying open to see him staring at you with a lustful stare.

The slap didn’t hurt, you just weren’t expecting it and it only made you more excited if even possible.

“I—I want you”, you rasped, trying to find your voice.

“Louder”, he demanded, not happy with your quiet voice.

“I want you”, you raised your voice just below a yell, making sure he heard you loud and clear this time.

And it was enough for him.

Watching him get up and remove his clothes, you had to keep your mouth for watering at the outline of his cock in his underwear.

Yes, you had had him in your hand, but the sight of actually seeing him, was mesmerizing.

The world around you seemed to slow down when he pushed down the boxers for you to see him fully.

Not to give away too much, but he wasn’t the average size.

You had to physically shake your head slightly to not stare, but Drew had noticed it and was smirking when he reached to his nightstand to grab a condom.

“You sure you’re ready for this?”, he asked after placing himself between your legs.

You wanted to give him a sarcastic comment, but instead just raised your eyebrows at him in a challenging way, not wanting anything to get in the way of him filling you up.

He flipped you around once again, lifting your ass up until your knees were supporting you.

You felt his hands groping your cheeks before the tip of his dick was at your entrance.

Taking a deep breath, you prepared for him to fully enter you, but definitely didn’t wait for him to just shove himself in like he did.

A mixture between a moan and a gasp loudly fell from your lips, but Drew didn’t give you any time to adjust, quickly finding a fast pace to pound into you.

“Oh god”, you moaned into the pillow beneath you, your hands trying to grip at anything, but the handcuffs restraining you.

“Fuck”, Drew groaned in response before pulling out and flipping you on your back, already pushing back in and finding even a faster pace than before.

“Drew”, you moaned his name, your eyes opening and closing in the blinding pleasure.

“Shut up”, Drew tried to take some control when you noticed him losing control over himself, his pounding becoming slightly uneven.

“Drew”, you moaned again, hoping it would help him reach his peak as you were coming close to yours.

His hands flew up to your neck, choking you, sending you almost over the edge which caused you to tense up your pelvic muscles.

“Oh shit”, the words flew from his mouth, his head shooting back when he came, your own body trembling with pleasure.

A few slow thrusts more and he pulled himself out and laid next to you, your eyes closing with a smile on your face, feeling sleepy after the overwhelming fulfillment you just received.

“Y/N?”, you heard Drew’s voice, but didn’t bother to answer, feeling like sleep was the better option out of anything right now.

“Y/N”, he repeated more firmly and you groaned when you opened your eyes and turned your head to him.

Only to see him looking down at you with a mix of shock and worry on his face.

“What?”, you quickly asked, getting up to rest on your elbows.

He just stared at you for a moment before speaking.

“The condom broke”.

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The Other Side of Hollywood

PART FIVE

Word Count: 4.7K+

Author’s Note: So, this was going to be covering all of episode eight, but I got a bit carried away, and like, wrote too much? So, felt right to split it, the rest of episode eight will be in the next chapter (get the tissues ready). For now, enjoy some jatp au I made up!

Warning: brief discussion of death.

Part One is here, Two is here, Three is here and Four is here. The masterlist is here, and the moodboard I made for Y/N is aquí.

Y/N wasn’t the type to dream, but the more she tried to forget about music, the more she dreamed about… And the people linked to it. Her nights were restless as memories of the past few weeks stirred with flashes of things she couldn’t remember happening to her, often making her periods of sleep restless. It didn’t help that the flickering was getting worse, or that the one person she wanted to spend time with no doubt hated her.

Willie had been good enough to tell her what he had done: admitting to explaining everything to Alex, Reggie, and Luke. He didn’t plan on holding it back, walking straight into her room that night, a week ago, and letting it all tumble out before she could stop him. She just sat, glassy eyed as she listened, her focus somewhere else as she held herself.

“Y/N… Y/N say something…” Willie had asked, taking his hands in hers. Her eyes looked up into his, her forehead resting against his.

“You’re my family, Will… We stick together… I won’t tell Caleb.” She said simply, glancing around them at the mention of their boss.

“He came back, didn’t he? Yelled again?” Willie asked with a sigh.

“I’m fine.”

When Willie found Y/N at the bar the next morning, it was clear she had forgone sleep the night before. She was sluggish in her movements, but not without some sort of spirit in her, humming softly to herself as she straightened glasses on shelves. He sat down across from her on a bar stool, his elbows resting on the polished counter as he reached out a hand to catch her attention.

“Talk to me, Y/N. Please. You don’t look good.” Willie begged, not liking the sight of his closest friend in such pain. She had been getting worse as the week went on, almost like she was losing colour.

“There’s nothing to talk about, Willie… Have you seen Alex?” She asked, and Willie shook his head. He had been keeping his distance from the guys for his own safety, though it hurt not seeing Alex.

“I was planning to look for him today. Just now, actually.” He explained, and Y/N nodded.

“Then do that… I have somewhere to be.” She muttered, stopping when she caught her reflection, and sighing. She ran a hand through her hair, tidying herself up a little, and with a click of her fingers, she changed into better looking clothes. The perks of being a ghost…

“Y/N.” Willie said again, but when his friend started for the exit, he jumped from his seat and blocked her way. “You’re not well. You need to be resting, or something… Not disappearing every day and making Caleb more suspicious of you.” He whispered, holding her by the shoulders. “The plan doesn’t involve you dying, you know…”

“You help them… They cross over and all this nonsense stops…” She said softly, feeling a tear stain her cheek, that Willie quickly wiped away. “… Why do I feel like this?” she asked, catching Willie a little off-guard.

“Feel like what?” He asked, sitting her down at the nearest table. Y/N didn’t really talk about herself, how she felt… In the over a decade they had been friends, it wasn’t something that ever really came up.

“I feel…” She stopped, trying to describe it. “It’s like, heavy, everywhere’s heavy… And my stomach’s all knotted and there’s this fog in my head whenever I think about them…” She said in a hushed tone, rubbing the sides of her temple with her fingers, the black nail polish she had painted on them for that damned party last week now chipped.

“I… I think that’s guilt.” Willie said slowly, and Y/N opened her eyes.

“Guilt? You say it like I’m some sort of robot, Willie.”

“Well, before you met Luke… You sort of were.” He admitted, prompting a soft ‘oh’ to escape her lips. “I mean… You…” Willie tried to back track, but he couldn’t: Y/N needed to hear this. “No… Before a month ago, you were soulless. And considering that’s all you’ve got left…” He sighed, and Y/N just nodded in agreement.

“I just… I never felt like I was doing anything wrong before…” She confessed, her voice barely a whisper, and Willie nodded.

“Yeah… For a while, neither did I.” He agreed. This wasn’t their first time playing tempter and temptress for the club. It wasn’t the first time they had done bad things because they were told to, because they wanted to.

A jolt hit Y/N in the chest, causing her to groan and grip the side of her chair, Willie’s hands reaching out to help, but she shook her head.

“I’m fine. I’m fine.”

“So you keep saying, Y/N. And yet, here we are.” Willie reminded, receiving a harsh glare and weak punch in the arm. “I love you; I’ll see you later, alright?” He promised, and Y/N nodded gently, waving him off.

He glanced back once more, double-checking, but the seat was empty, Y/N already gone. It caused him to frown, but with Alex in his head Willie vanished from the club floor, landing in… A concert venue. Alex was sat on the couch beside him, twirling a drumstick between his fingers, eyes trained on the stage. He seemed to be lost in a memory, smiling softly to himself as his eyes lost focus. Willie flashed over, taking his place by Alex’s side with a sigh.

“Is this seat taken?” He asked, Alex looking over with a forlorn expression. He didn’t say anything in response, instead letting out a heavy breath and letting his legs swing for a moment, his eyes wandering over the room. Willie felt his hands clenching at the sight of Alex so sad, though he couldn’t do much about it.

“This whole thing sucks…” Alex softly said a few seconds later, the pair sharing a look Willie couldn’t hold.

“Yeah, I messed up.” He had been reminding himself of it over the past week quite often, usually in the company of Y/N. They would talk around it a lot, one time she had even offered some suggestions to getting their deal changed with Caleb.

“No, it’s like you said… You didn’t have a choice.” Alex reminded, both looking down at the stamps on their arms. “Caleb owns your soul, Willie…”

“No, still, I know what he’s capable of. I brought you guys right to him.” Willie’s eyes finally looked up at Alex. “When you guys asked me, I should’ve just skated away.” He said definitively, and Alex quirked a smile.

“I would have still followed you.” He responded, leaning closer to Willie for a moment before swaying back. “He would have found us one way or another… You’re not the bad guy, Willie…”

“Just friends with the people who are…” He sighed. “How… How are they doing, your friends?” He asked, and Alex rubbed the back of his neck with a sigh.

“Reggie is Reggie… Luke is… Angry? I think we all are but he… He’s spent the past week trying and failing at plans to help us cross over. I think he’s distracting himself.” He admitted to Willie, who nodded in understanding, no doubt in Alex’s mind that maybe Y/N had been distracting herself too. The bandmates all knew that this place, this was their end goal, but after Luke had made the connection last week he had been trying to find other ‘unfinished business’ options: something more attainable.

“Man…” Willie sighed, turning his body to face Alex better. “I would do anything to take back what I did to you.” It was a promise, even though the damage had been done, and Alex could tell he meant it. Another jolt coursed through Alex, his second that day, and Willie moved back in mild shock, watching the drummer hold his side. “I’m so sorry…” Willie muttered again. “I mean, did you guys figure out what your unfinished business is?” He asked, hoping for some good news, but was met with a tired scoff from Alex.

“It’s not like it’s going to happen…” He informed the skater, his eyes travelling around the venue once more, “We have to play here.” Alex finally revealed, and Willie looked around the room with Alex, not quite sure he had heard the boy correctly.

“The… The Orpheum?” He asked, deadpan, not quite sure if he was being serious: it was one of the biggest spots in Hollywood, alumni of the place were music royalty…

“Yeah, I mean, we were two hours away on that stage the night we died.” Alex pointed as he spoke, his hand dropping down as Willie uttered the following words.

“You guys were gonna be legends…”

“Yeah… We were…”

Willie’s concern for Y/N’s wellbeing was warranted: the jolts had been getting worse and more frequent, happening at least four time a day now; and she hadn’t spoken much about how she was feeling to him. Y/N knew Luke was angry, she was upset because of it, but tried her best not to show it. Last thing anyone needed was her teary-eyed and weak.

However, without the emotional outlet, Y/N had to find something else to do, find a distraction: find a new friend.

So, for the last week, Y/N had found herself at Los Feliz High School, quite literally shadowing Julie through the day. The first time, it had actually been a surprise to them both: Y/N had found herself wandering LA on Monday morning when she found herself at the steps to Los Feliz high: her own alma mater.

She walked around by herself for an hour or so, taking in how the school had changed in 25 years: there was certainly more than a coat of paint added, in fact the whole building had been renovated. Walls that were once dull greys and greens had become white, with splashes of red and blue scattered around. The ceilings had been opened up with skylights, making the whole space feel bigger; the cafeteria building was an entire new piece of infrastructure.

It was bizarre, to walk the halls and see smiling faces as if high school wasn’t the worst time of someone’s life… At least, for her it was.

Julie walked through her, actually, during lunch, as she and Flynn had headed for the music rooms to sneak in some practice. She had apologised to thin air, prompting Flynn to give her a funny look, and Y/N to laugh in response. After a brief explanation in the solitude of the band room, Julie insisted that she show Y/N around.

And that was how it had been, every day since. Y/N showed up to school around the same time every day, and followed Julie around her classes, allowed a look into a world she could barely remember being a part of. Y/N found Julie that day in maths class, appearing with a flash of light sat atop of Julie’s neighbouring classmate’s desk, sending the poor kid’s papers to the floor.

“Sorry I’m late, Willie held me up…” Y/N explained, receiving a smile in response. She knew Julie couldn’t talk back to her; she didn’t mind: more glad to be seen than anything. A glance around the room, students with their heads down scribbling furiously as their teacher paced at the board, make it pretty clear to Y/N that there was a test ongoing. “Oh… Sorry, I forgot about this.” She scolded herself for forgetting, Julie had mentioned it the day before, but with Luke and everything else on her mind, it had slipped through the cracks. “Did you study for this?” She asked Julie quickly, earning a quick shake of the head from the girl, who sighed and rubbed her temple in frustration.

Julie’s dad had told her that her grades needed to stay up if she wanted to keep singing with the guys, and Julie had been trying hard to balance it all: but it was math, and her teacher was horrid, it was only a matter of time before she showed up at home with a D in the subject.

“How about, I make up for intruding?” Y/N offered, and Julie glanced up with a raised eyebrow, curious. “Look, it’s a temporary fix, sure, but… You have an invisible friend, four in fact, you might as well use them.” Julie watched with wide eyes as the ghost girl walked to the front of her class, right through her teacher, and sat down at his desk, right where the answer sheet sat. “Oh wow, they really need to update their algebra exams… I’m pretty sure I did this exact paper in 94…” Y/N commented, and Julie had to stifle a giggle. “Wait… Is that Mr Norbert?!” Y/N exclaimed, looking back at the teacher. “He got fat… And bald… You know, he made this test to bump down kids’ GPAs…” She muttered, and Julie found herself clearing her throat. She wasn’t one to cheat at anything, but the test was impossible, and after Y/N clarified that it had been impossible since the 90s, the help would be more than appreciated. “Right, right… Make sure to mark some wrong, go for a… B+ average.” Y/N reminded, scooting the chair forward a little to start reading the answers, causing more than a few heads to look up at the noise. “Ok, number one is A. Number two is C. Number three is…”

Over the past week, Julie and Y/N had found themselves in a budding friendship.

It was unconventional, of course, but Y/N was sort of like the big sister Julie never had: Y/N 6 months on her alive and 25 years dead, so she was quite full of useful tid-bits, especially when she was looking for insights into ghost life, or insights into guys. And for Y/N, with Julie’s bandmates certainly hating her, and thanks to no-one wanting to give the girl bad news, she had the chance to make some proper girlfriends, both of Julie and Flynn, and still be connected to the guys, to Luke, even if it was second-hand.

The school day was coming to a close, and after Y/N’s help with her math test, Julie not only felt closer to the mysterious girl who had entered her life only a few weeks ago, but curious to know more: sure, the boys were dopey and a little reckless sometimes, but by the way Y/N talked, the way she dressed, it seemed to Julie that her newest ghostly companion was accustomed to bending the rules a little more than often.

“Hey.” Julie held her phone as she stood by her locker, sorting her books and essentials before the walk home, Y/N leaning on the lockers beside her, her fingers subconsciously moving through the air, like she was playing something no one but her could hear and see. “Y/N.” She said again, the girl knocked from her trance, looking over with a smile and a bounce in her body.

“Julie?” She responded, only for her face to change at the something behind her friend. “Julie.” She said again, gesturing for the girl to turn around. Julie spun on the stop, coming face to face with none other than Nick. She quickly dropped the phone from her ear, pretending to end the call and smiling sweetly at her crush. “You know, he looks better in daylight, and you really can’t say that about many people.”

“Mind if I get an autograph?” Nick asked with a smirk and a toss of his hair, earning an ‘awe’ from behind Julie’s ear.

“I’ll have to check with security.” Julie played along, glancing around, and doing her very best to not focus on the 90s grunge rocker girl ghost dancing around behind her in excitement: perhaps she was more like the guys than Julie thought. “Oh look, I don’t have any.”

“You say that, but after that performance last week, it’s pretty clear… You guys are gonna blow up.” He responded with a genuine smile, and Julie felt her heart flutter a little before reminding herself to not get big headed.

“It was just a garage party. Don’t go all crazy on me.” She dismissed his comment with a wave, but the smile was still there.

“He’s right, you know.” Y/N spoke from behind before circling the kid, pinching his denim jacket, and stopping for a moment. “You know, he looks like he’s in a modern Oasis tribute band. I like it.”

“Yeah, about that…” Nick pulled at the ends of his sleeves, and Julie couldn’t stop the blush rising to her cheeks. He had kissed her that night, and the pair hadn’t really had a chance to talk since. “Since we make such a good team, dance partners and all that, I was wondering if… If…” He laughed nervously, and Julie leaned forward a little. “Do you wanna maybe-”

“Yes.” Julie replied before he even finished the question, and Nick looked surprised.

“You-you do?” He asked. “You wanna go on a date?” He clarified, and Julie nodded, making sure her eyes didn’t drift to the celebrations Y/N was performing in the background. “Great! Uh, I’ll text you! We can schedule around the band practices, of course… Do you like Italian food?” Nick rambled a little, and Julie let out a sweet laugh.

“I do. But yeah, definitely send me a text.” She grinned from ear to ear as Nick walked off, a skip in the boy’s step.

“Uh, finally! I’ve been waiting a week for that kid to ask you out.” Y/N sighed in relief, watching the kid walk out towards the parking lot. It felt nice, for a moment, to not be focused on death and gloom and work, it felt nice to be a kid again. For a while, Y/N had forgotten what it felt like. “He’s been waiting to ask you for a while…” She said softly, and Julie tried to hide her blushing. Unfortunately for her, not only Y/N had noticed it.

“Well, that wasn’t just a what’s up…” Flynn saddled on over with an expectant smile on her face and the fashion sense of kings.

“Oh, that skirt…” Y/N stood by Flynn’s side, comparing the colour to her own skin tone as Julie watched on, amused.

“What? What’s happening?” Flynn asked, stiffening up. “Or are you just pretending one of them is here to avoid telling me what nick asked you?” She asked, still not moving, and Julie shook her head as she laughed.

“He asked me out, first off, and I said yes… And second, Y/N likes your skirt, so if it goes missing at some point.” Julie mumbled the last part, earning a ‘hey!’ from the ghost. “Come round after dinner?” Julie asked Flynn, who nodded, the pair embracing and parting ways, the former with a ghost tagged to her side.

“I’ll walk you to the door.” Y/N shrugged, sauntering beside the girl with a smile, reminding Julie of what she planned to ask before Nick had appeared.

“Do you want to come over?” She asked, earning an odd look from someone before quickly smiling and tapping her ear, pretending to be on wireless earphones. She quickly puled her phone back out and held it to her ear. “I mean, I’m sure the guys would want to see you…”

“Actually…” Y/N said softly, and Julie stopped to examine the look on her friend’s face. “It’s… Luke and I had an argument, the more I avoid the guys, the better.” She lied, but she had a knack for being convincing.

“Well, then I get you all to myself.” Julie said decidedly, and Y/N smiled weakly at her, that feeling for the morning returning: she felt guilty again, and she was half-convinced she’d have to ghost vomit, whatever that looked like.

Their walk home was refreshing, the first time Y/N had walked somewhere in a while, and comfortably quiet. Neither felt the need to talk much, Julie humming every once and a while to herself, both just enjoying the quality time.

They came round the garage to get to the house, Y/N’s eyes lingering for a moment on the doors before following Julie inside, only to get through the door and be walked straight through by Julie’s dad, who ran passed with Julie’s little brother Carlos on his heels, the second carrying two baguettes as he went.

“Dad?” Julie called after them, mouthing a quick ‘sorry’ to Y/N before following them into the kitchen, leaving the ghost alone in the entryway. Julie rounded the corner and raised an eyebrow at her dad and brother’s antics. “French dip?”

“Carlos found an old recipe; we think it belongs to the ghost haunting us.” Ry told his daughter with a wink, and Julie nodded quickly.

“Well, enjoy. If you need me I’ll be upstairs.” She informed with a wave of her hand, heading back for the entryway only to find Y/N stood at her dining room table, staring rather intensely into a box sat on the wood. “You… You all good Y/N?” She asked, the noise coming from the kitchen allowing her to speak freely.

Y/N’s head tilted, and her hand reached out to the CD sat amongst the box’s contents. There was something about it that seemed familiar, though she couldn’t place it, and as her fingers travelled through the object, she heard her name called.

“What?” Her head snapped up, and she smiled at Julie. “Sorry, sorry… In my own little world today. Meet you upstairs?” She suggested, disappearing before Julie could say otherwise. With a roll of the eyes, Julie climbed her stairs and entered her room, closing the door behind her and finding Y/N laid out on her bed.

“If Flynn and the guys weren’t enough, I need to worry about you stealing my bed too?” Julie asked with a laugh, Y/N propping herself up on her elbows.

“It’s a really comfy bed… Sort of your fault.” She shrugged, sitting herself up and crossing her legs as she sat at the foot of the bed. “You know, you’ve got a very… You, room.” She complimented, and Julie grinned.

“I’m a fan of butterflies.” She gestured around her, Y/N nodding as her eyes wandered: there had to be dozens of the creatures depicted in the room. It filled her with an overwhelming sense of déjà vu, something Y/N had felt a lot more often than she thought normal the past few weeks: but it was different…

Half of the time, there was nothing there to remember.

“You know, I had another friend who liked butterflies too… Rosalee.” Y/N said softly, the words unexpected. Julie sat on the bed across from her, grabbing a pillow and holding it to her chest, preparing for a story. Y/N had developed a habit of telling Julie tales about her best moments at the club, her best moments as a ghost, the reaction was reasonable. But Y/N was confused by the words, not quite sure what corner of her mind they had come from, though her lips kept moving. “Well, I called her Rosalee… Everyone else called her Rose. Her parents, our friends… But I had gotten her name wrong the first time I met her, and I couldn’t let it go… She looked like a Rosalee.” Y/N recalled, running a hand over her heart. “She was… So kind, and so funny. And she had this love of butterflies. They were everywhere: her jewellery, her clothes, her car.” Y/N let out a laugh at the thought of her.

“She told me about why she liked them so much once, something about her abuela telling her a story about them, that butterflies were this symbol of rebirth, resurrection, change.” And like that, Y/N came back from whatever place she had travelled to, glancing down at her hands: they had been moving while she spoke. “It’s funny, she was so stubborn… Maybe the butterflies were to remind her that change happens even when you don’t want it.”

“Were you friends with her when you…” Julie asked, speaking up for the first time in a while, but quickly trailing off, not wanting to be so blunt. The message was clear though, and Y/N answered her question with a nod.

“You know, I’d forgotten about her… You spend 25 years building a new life and you forget the old one.” Y/N said softly, sniffing as she thought, another image to her. “She wasn’t perfect, but she was pretty close… And my mom loved her.”

“Moms have that ability, don’t they? When my mom met Flynn, they hit it off right away.” Julie offered, lying back on the bed, Y/N following suit, so they were both staring at the ceiling. “It’s like some sort of sixth sense, picking out the good friends from the bad.”

“Tell me about her… Your, your mom.” Y/N asked, catching Julie smiling from the corner of her eye.

“She was my world...” Julie whispered, hugging the pillow tighter. “She always had energy, and she sang like… And had this heart that just loved everything and everyone it could.” Y/N closed her eyes and imagined Julie’s mom in her head, trying to picture her, though the image wasn’t clear. “She could write music too… We spent so much time together in the studio. She taught me piano, how to sing… She was the best. Sometimes I swear she’s still around. There are mornings… Mornings when I go downstairs and I can still hear her laughing with dad and Carlos, or late at night, I can hear her watching telenovelas in secret.” Julie blinked away the tears, turning to her side to look at Y/N. “What about your mom?”

“Ah… I wish my story were as nice as yours.” Y/N sighed. “I don’t really remember her anymore, and what I can is… Not very nice. I don’t think she was a bad person; I just think that once I had grown up a little too much, she started hating me… Everything I did was wrong, you know? And then they kicked me out, and I died… I don’t think she would have said that if she knew what was going to happen but…” Y/N shrugged. “I can’t really change it now… Both gotta deal with it.”

“Did you ever visit, after you died? That’s what Luke does.” Julie asked, and Y/N shook her head.

“Looked for them in the yellow pages once, but I think they moved out of LA after I died…” Y/N said, pausing for a moment as she processed the last of what Julie had said. “What do you mean that’s what Luke does.”

“Well, you both left on bad terms with your parents… He doesn’t think we know, but he goes to see them a lot…” Julie said softly, sighing. “He went on his birthday, Alex and Reggie took me along… He was just…”

“Luke’s birthday?” Y/N sat up, Julie giving her more and more to process.

“The day we played the bar downtown, yeah… Did he not tell you?” Julie furrowed her brow, and Y/N shook her head.

“Never came up…” She sighed, getting up and walking towards the window. How could she not have known about his birthday, about his parents? Of course, he didn’t know her, not really. “The song I like… Unsaid Emily?”

“About his mom, yeah.” Julie confirmed the thought for Y/N, who just nodded, moving away from the window after spotting movement, worried it might have been one of the boys. Julie watched her, racking her brain, and stopping on a thought. “I have an idea.” She announced, and Y/N looked at her from across the room. “Well, you’ve been helping me out all week, why don’t I help you back? Luke wrote out the song, I have a copy of it. What if I take it to his parents? Ask Luke to come with me, and when he asks, I tell him it was because of you. You two can patch things up, back to happy Luke again.” Julie proposed, and Y/N let out a sad laugh.

“I appreciate the gesture… I don’t think it’ll do much for me, but you should go anyway…” Y/N encouraged, watching Julie pick herself up off the bed to get ready. “Emily deserves to hear her song.”

Part Six is here...

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EL Novio Quarantine Edition: Part 2

AN: Here's Part 2. It was suuposed to be posted yesterday but I spent the whole day out running errands, and I got home late. Hope you enjoy

Warnings: Mentions of dog bites, blood, waiting room scene, some sex jokes, baby talk and baby fever (idk if it’s baby fever but yeah lol)

Word Count: 2.2k

"Your mans fans can't be this oblivious." Medelyn told Claudia, sliding her phone to read yet another tweet about Calum and Claudia's friendship.

At the start of quarantine, fans were surprised to see that Calum was in Torrey Pines and not at his house in Los Angeles. They weren't surprised to see him at the Santos' home. They all gathered that he has become a friend of the family. Some of their fans joked that he was using Claudia to get to Diego so he can then get to Guy Fieri since he obsessively watched Guy's Grocery Games. Some fans didn't think much of it, they were just happy to get Calum content whenever Claudia would record him trying her baking goods for TikTok.

The one thing that they never guessed is that they were dating. The few fans that listened to Claudia's podcast knew that her boyfriend was staying with her and her family. They just didn't know her boyfriend is Calum.

"They are." Claudia said, taking a large gulp of her licuado. "They're still trying to figure out if the girl from Taylor's party and Benito's album release are the same person. They're struggling because my hair was straight in New York and curly in Miami."

"Stop," Medelyn laughed. "Speaking of your mans, where is he?"

"He took Duke and Panchito out on a walk. My dad doesn't need him at the restaurant until later."

"I still can't believe Diego is making him make deliveries."

"He's gotta pull his weight." Claudia joked.

Medelyn went to check on her sleeping newborn in the living room where he slept on a bassinet. She came back a few minutes later to keep talking to Claudia. It was still a surprise to anyone that knew them back in high school to see them get along. A few weeks ago they talked about it in Claudia's podcast and dissected why they didn't like each other in high school. It had mostly to do with the internalized misogyny and how because they were both latina, they both couldn't be at the top. One of them had to fail while the other was successful. Listeners compared it to how Naomi Campbell and Tyra Banks were pitted against each other. But unlike the supermodels, Claudia and Medelyn were able to put their differences aside and eventually became friends.

The barking of multiple dogs was heard out in the front yard. Claudia got up from where she was sitting and went to see what was going on. The front door opened and closed as she tied her shoes.

"That fucking rat has it out for Duke and Panchito and it's owner has it out on me." Calum cursed, unclipping Duke and Panchito's leashes.

Claudia scoffed and watched him take off his shoes. "You're being dramatic. Mrs. Garner and her dog are literally so nice."

"The rat nearly attacked Panchito. If it weren't for Duke, we'd be on our way to the animal hospital."

"Ah ha okay."

"Claudia, I'm being serious." Calum got up and put away the leashes in the coat closet. "If you get bitten by that rat then don't come crying that you need a ride to the hospital."

***

"How the fuck did we end up watching three kids and a baby?" Claudia asked Calum as she slipped on some leggings. "They're not even ours."

"Because you wouldn't let me battle your brother in rock paper scissors. You're so predictable when you play." He said.

Calum leaned back on her bed and watched her get changed for their hike. It wasn't really a hike, they're just going to walk on the dirt trail behind the neighborhood with her niece and nephews while Danny and Medelyn spend some time together.

He gently smacked Claudia's ass a few times, watching it bounce against the fabric of her leggings. "I fucking love your ass."

"And I love yours. Jesse is a miracle worker." She said repeating his actions.

Calum rolled his eyes and followed Claudia out of her room to the living room. Guito, Paloma and Damian sat on the couch watching Duck Tales as they passed a giant bowl of popcorn. The three kids looked nothing alike, but it was obvious they were Junior and Marlene's kids. They all had distinct features from their parents. After spending time with them, it always left Calum wondering about how his kids with Claudia would look like.

Of course they haven't talked about having kids anytime soon. Claudia was about to graduate and attend grad school at UCLA. Calum knew better than to get in the way of her academic future. For now he just kept the thought of kids to himself. He also knew that Diego would murder him if he uttered baby making and Claudia in the same sentence.

Claudia emerged from the kitchen with a lunch bag and waters. She squatted down in front of the stroller and put in the things in the bottom basket along with the diaper bag Medelyn packed for them. She turned back and caught Calum's eyes permanently glued on her ass.

"I'm gonna ask Danny for a rematch." he said, pushing himself up from the couch.

"No you're not." Medelyn said, stopping him. "We need this. We stopped having sex the minute I couldn't see my feet. And add the forty days I couldn't do anything. We need this."

"Cal, don't worry. We'll be back in a blink. Danny is gonna need at most five minutes." Claudia said. She wrapped her arms around him, and pushed back his growing curls. She kissed his cheek and whispered. "When we get back I'll suck your dick."

"Let's get this show on the road." Calum told the kids. "When we get back, Danny and Medelyn can take all of you to Coldstone."

"Can we get Ice Cream cake?" Paloma quietly asked him.

"Sure."

The three kids cheered. One by one, they went to the front door and put on their shoes. Calum carried the stroller down the steps and helped Claudia put Sebastian in the stroller. After spending a good five minutes on the importance of 'Slip-Slop-Slap' and sunscreen, the party of six plus Duke and Panchito were on their way. The kids walked just a few feet ahead of Claudia while she pushed the stroller. Calum stayed back with Duke and Panchito. He didn't mind, the trail was slightly slanted and it gave him a spectacular view of Claudia's ass.

About halfway around the trial they all stopped at a bench under a tree. The kids sat down and ate some Gansitos. Claudia set down two bowls of water for Duke and Panchito to drink.

"You think they're done?" Calum asked Claudia when sat on the ground.

“Honestly, the last thing on my mind is how long my brother takes o fuck his girlfriend.” She said reaching over for her water.

He took off his windbreaker, leaving him shirtless. He stretched and flexed his muscles.

"You're so rude." Claudia said before taking a large gulp from her pink Hydro Flask.

They stayed in the shades area for another half an hour and then turned back home. Claudia and Calum fell into step while the kids raced each other distances determined by what they saw on the ground. They made a quick pit stop at the kids' house because Damian had too much water. He couldn't hold it until they got back to Claudia's house, who lived four houses up the same street.

When they got to the house, they found Danny and Medelyn passed out on the couch while 'Sortilegio' played in the background. Claudia placed Sebastian on his bassinet and unclipped Duke and Panchito's leashes. Damian and Guito stayed outside wanting to play some soccer with Calum. So Claudia and Paloma migrated to the kitchen to make some brownies.

Paloma left to play on her iPad the second Claudia placed the baking dish on the oven, leaving her to do all the cleaning.

A loud growl followed by a scream came from outside where Calum and the boys were. The front door slammed open with Calum carrying Damian with Guito following him.

"The rat bit him." Calum told Claudia when he sat Damian on the counter.

"Let me see." Medelyn said motioning Calum to step aside. She snapped her fingers at them. "Someone get me a first aid. Hopefully he doesn't need stitches."

Calum went to the pantry and grabbed the box hanging on the wall. Medelyn took it and got to work on Damian's arm.

After five minutes of tending the bite, Medelyn wrapped up his arm in a gauze and motioned Calum, Claudia and Danny.

"He needs stitches. The cut is pretty deep and he may need a shot, too." She said.

"Fuck." Danny cursed.

"I'll take him." Calum volunteered.

"I'll go with you." Claudia said.

After lots of convincing and crying, Damian, Claudia and Calum were on their way to a community clinic. Claudia's knee bounced while they waited for Damian's name to be called. He had fallen asleep on Calum's arms.

She texted Junior and Marlene updates. They were waiting outside in the parking lot for them. Ten more minutes pass until they call for Damian. Claudia stayed back while Calum went with him since he was there when the bite happened. Half an hour later they came out.

"So?" Claudia asked anxiously.

"The nurse gave Tío Cal her number, but he said no thank you." Damian said sticking a Spider-Man sticker on his shirt.

"Oh?" Claudia quirked an eyebrow at him.

"I still got it." Calum smirked.

"You say that as if you're fifty and not twenty-four." She snorted.

They made their way to the parking lot. Damian let go of Claudia's hand and went to hug his mom. He proudly told Junior and Marlene that the stitches and the shot didn't hurt. Calum briefly told them what happened and how the someone from the Humane Society was going to over in a few days to put the dog on house arrest.

Damian rode with his parents on the way back to Claudia's. The car ride was quiet. Calum and Claudia didn't even bother to put on music or a podcast.

"You okay?" she asked him when they got to her house. "Regret not taking the nurse's number?"

"Funny," He said. He took off his cap and scratched his head. "Just thinking about Damian and everything. I don't know, I just feel like this is my fault. Obviously it's not, I wasn't the one who bit him nor that was my dog. But I just can't help thinking that if we played in the backyard like we always do, he wouldn't have gotten bitten."

"I have no idea how to respond because I don't wanna dismiss what you're feeling, ya know. But I just wanna say that I'm very impressed at how responsive and on top of it you were. Like when we have kids, I'm not gonna worry because I know you'll be at my side ready." She said.

"When?" Calum asked.

Claudia's eyes widened, realizing what she said.

"Shit. I didn't mean it like that. Like today when we babysat. You knew what to do and stuff…"

"Miss Santos do you wanna have my children?" He teased her. Noting how uncomfortable she got, he stopped laughing. He cleared his throat and silently counted to five. "Would you ever want kids?" With me? He added in his head.

Claudia stopped playing with the elastic on her facemask and turned on her side and faced him. Calum mirrored her actions and shyly smiled at her.

"I didn't think we'd have this talk so soon." She giggled.

"Better sooner than later." he shrugged. "I'd want some or at least one."

"Yeah?"

"Preferably with you of course. But if Katy Perry drops Orlando Bloom, then we go our separate ways."

"That's fine, I'll just hit him up." She giggled. "Jokes aside, I do want kids. Just not right now. I mean we're in a pandemic for fucks sake. I also feel like it's too soon. Like my parents and brothers had their kids pretty young. I don't want to be responsible for someone when I'm barely learning to take care of me, you know? Like once we're more settled down and whatnot we can talk about starting a family. But for now I don't wanna share you with anyone."

"I agree with you 100%." Calum said, pulling her to kiss her. He pulled away. "We probably shouldn't kiss after coming from a clinic."

"You're right." Claudia laughed, pulling away from him. She pointed behind her. "Plus my dad's watching us."

***

Claudia and Calum took out their grocery bags from Calum's car when someone cleared their throat behind them. It was Mrs. Garner, the owner of the dog that bit Damian. A few days ago the Humane Society came by and put her poodle mix on house arrest for two weeks.

"Hi, Mrs. Garner." Claudia greeted, pulling up her mask to cover her nose and mouth.

"You're going to regret the day you crossed me and reported my baby, mark my words. You don't know who you're messing with."

With that Mrs. Garner turned on her heel and went back to her house.

"What the fuck?" Claudia said, trying not to laugh.

"C'mon, your ice cream and dino nuggets are going to melt." Calum motioned her.

Claudia turned back to Mrs. Garner's house and then back to Calum. "Has she always had cameras in front of her house?"

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in your own way

so someone sent me this idea and I thought it was really cute and wanted to do it as a blurb but then I got all confused so it’s very shite and I can only apologise. also I am not no genius so pretending to be one was literally just putting words together they make no sense ahaha

Summary: tom gets self conscious of his intelligence compared to you

(bit of angst but mainly fluff ;))

tomhollandxreader

The doorbell ringing through the couch grabbed the attention of all five of you, your heads all whipping towards the door the round to each other. You’d already got the pizza (had demolished it too) and nobody had ordered any desserts - at least that you knew of. It had been a rather tame evening, your four uni mates all stuffed into you cosy but homely studio flat. Lix had just moved to London and had wanted some help with a new project that she couldn’t afford to cock up at her new job. So, assembling the ‘dream team’ back from simpler days, you were all crouched down over many print outs - trying to puzzle your way through how the plans could be redesigned to make the invention much more ergonomic.

“Don’t stop working!” The four around you all just groaned in return, Josh lightheartedly slapping your leg as you skipped over him. Laughing at their exhausted and almost beaten brains , you jumped up and hopped toward the door frame, picking a discarded pizza box off up the floor and onto the countertop on your way. As you reached the door you tightened your hair in the scrunch before painting a welcoming smile on your face and opening the door. Whatever you had been expecting, it was definitely not what you saw.

Warm brown ochre eyes, a mischievous grin and a bunch of beautifully arrange yellow and white flowers.

“TOM!”

Squealing his names, your body apparently decided to ignore the flowers he was grasping to his front, still choosing to throw your arms around his neck and pull him close - the precious petals squashed between your two bodies.

“God I’ve missed you!” He grinned into the side of your head, only stopping to press multiple kisses to the side of your face till you arched back and met him with your own lips.

“Thought we were meeting tomorrow? You asked against his lips, with a little smirk - you could have a pretty good guess as to why. He had just returned from a long shoot abroad and had planned on spending the evening with his parents and brothers, then in the morning the idea was for you to go get breakfast together. You would never dream of competing for his affection against his family, so had been more than happy to give them a day with their eldest back before you saw Tom. It was still early days in your relationship anyway, you actually only been a couple and in the same country for a matter of weeks, but of course the time he was away you made time for the long distance phone calls and FaceTimes.

“Mhmm well I just kept imagining you in a cold lonely bed and it’s not like I’m gonna let them all hop into my bed for quality time is it?”

“Well you are close!” Giggling back, Tom playfully gasped before releasing his one arm from round your waist - both of you chuckling at the crumpled flowers. You stepped aside to let him in, in all the excitement forgetting you weren’t alone until you turned around and were met with four pairs of beady eyes staring at you. Because yes perhaps it had slipped your mind to mention to them you had a boyfriend of six months, especially forgetting to tell Josh - who you had a complicated history with to say the least.

Cursing under your breath, you watched Tom freeze up, clearly shocked by the fact you had company too. He hadn’t met many of your friends, purely because you and him were still on the downlown. Not that that particularly mattered with these 4, you were more than certain they would have no idea who he was - as Lix had said before ‘superhero movies are just stupid peoples version of research papers. Innovative and exciting, except papers don’t require the variables to beat each other up to keep their audience entertained.”

So tom’s reputation wasn’t the issue in this situation…. Instead your ex boyfriend meeting his replacement. Josh could be cruel too when he was jealous, even if it had been a year and a half since you’d called your brief relationship quits, it was evident he still wasn’t completely over you either. The amount of drunken calls asking for a hookup was evidence of that.

You’d been almost transparent with Tom, he knew this name ‘josh’ was your ex, he was aware you were still friends and hang out. He didn’t know about the 3am booty calls but that was just to protect everyone, no other hidden agenda. He’d always regret it in the morning and beg for your forgiveness so it appeared very much to be a subconscious thought only copious amounts of alcohol could release.

“Sorry I didn’t know you had-“

“No no” You interrupted Tom, grabbing the flowers and placing them on the counter, ontop of the pizza boxes, before reaching out and squeezing his hand reassuringly. “It’s okay, let me introduce you guys.”

Following that preceded an awkward taking turns of hand shakes and small talk, though you were acutely aware of Tom’s tightening grip round your waist when the blue eyes boy introduced himself as ‘Josh’ - and in fact every time he spoke thereafter.

The small talk was nice enough, the group of you all resumed your positions on the floor with Tom now squiggled between you and you painfully awkward ex flatmate Will. In fact it was all going oh so well till Lix opened her big bloody mouth.

“So Tom, what do you do?”

He immediately tensed against your side, you saw his eyes widening with shock. Instantly reading him, you realised Tom was shocked by the fact they didnt know.

And he was! He assumed they hadn’t mentioned it purely out of respect, not wanting to make the situation awkward. They were, as you’d summarised to Tom before, nerds. As you were - no nerd shaming here. But this type of people were normally primed marvel superfans, or at least had some sort of awareness- so he was surprised to say the least.

“Oh uh I…. I’m an actor”

“Oh really?” Josh’s eyes widened and he smirked. You knew , you knew what was coming. “So you convinced Y/n that drama’s a good thing? She used to absolutely hate everything when we had to do it at college.”

“I hated drama classes, that doesn’t mean I hate the whole entertainment industry dickhead!” You tried to joke, tried to lighten the mood.

“Uh well she’s supportive of my stuff and I’m supportive of hers it doesn’t mean I have to like neuroscience either.”

“Neurobiologist. You’re a neurobiologist right Y/n?” For fuck sake. Will had no intention behind it at all. He was just oblivious to people and was so upfront at times it was painful, even if underneath it all he was the sweetest person you’d ever met. Watching Tom out the corner of your eye swallow thickly as he tried to compose himself you quickly worked to diffuse the situation.

“Yeh but it’s kind of the same thing isn’t it? I say either or a lot!” Josh took a swig of his half drunk beer before nodding at Tom.

“Acting though… it’s impressive. I definitely wouldn’t be able to persevere through all the rejection though, seems cut throat to try and make it in.” There Josh goes. Tom shifted, his hand dropping from you side and his eyes fixed on the beer bottle you’d given to him as he smirked.

“Yeh well the rejections hard when I was younger but I get that less now. Now I get to reject the parts I don’t like which makes it all so worth it.”

Josh’s face morphed just slightly in pain, as the penny somewhat dropped. Apparently Tom wasn’t the aspiring actor working 3 jobs between failed audition as he had assumed. Just as you were getting bloody desperate, a literal light went off in your head, shooting your back straight as you rifled through the haphazardly spread papers in front of you - the groups focus now away from the obvious tension between Tom and Josh.

“Y/n what do you need?” Lix asked slowly realising you might’ve just found the answer and not wanting to disturb the thought process. After asking for a pen and triumphantly ‘ah’-ing when you found the right plan you looked up with glee evident in your eyes first to Lix, then Will, then Sophie, then Josh.

“We’ve been missing the whole point the whole bloody time. Look!” You jabbed your pen at an intricate diagram “It’s so bulky because we’ve been going on this assumption we need a battery and recharging ports but if we take that component out-“

“Then you just need a transformer for there” Will joined in with a sparkle in his eyes, him being the first to click where you were going with this.

“Exactly! And then size is no longer an issue and by placing an external detachable unit-“

“Y/N YOU GENIUS” “fuck that’s good” Lix exclaimed an dsimultaneously Josh much more inwardly praised your ingenious.

“We got it!” Laughing back, you encouraged all of them to join in with, noting down all the necessary inputs and outputs and components necessary to form a vague redesign.

Though it felt no time at all, the 5 of you consumed in mumbling through thought processes and logic of trying to actualise your theory, in reality it was almost 45 minutes before Lix leaned back with a relieved sigh. Announcing that you’d saved the day, she called time on the night, relieved that she could sleep worry free that night. You made light work between all of you of clearing her stuff up and saying goodbye to all of them with brief hugs. In all honesty, you were so in the zone you’d completely forgotten about Tom, who you were only alerted to when Lix went over to the kitchen to say bye as well. He’d obviously been there for sometime, clearing up all the greasy plates and pizza boxes, the flowers now sat in a vase in their full glory - or at least what was left of them after the crush injury.

This wave of insurmountable guilt washed over you, realising he’d come here after only spending a couple of hours with his family after a long haul flight home to fall asleep with you in his arms. Instead, he’d faced your rude ex, been ignored for the majority of the time he was here and he’d done the washing up. You fucked up.

Choosing till you’d finally ushered Will and Josh out, promising Will you would go and see their new shared flat soon, you closed the door slowly - knowing this wasn’t going to be simple.

You walked up and leant against the kitchen counter, watching him place the last two mugs in the top drawer of the dishwasher before pushing it closed and then closing the appliance door too.

“Thankyou for doing all this. You really didn’t have to.” He didn’t make eye contact, moving about the kitchen to wash his hands in the sink opposite. “And I’m really sorry I-I was gonna usher them out but the I worked it out and kind of got overexcited.”

“Mhmm … for an hour?” It was a rhetorical question and although he said it very quietly you knew he was demanding an answer.

“I know I know I’m a shitty girlfriend, I should’ve sent them away as soon as you got here. I am so so so sorry.” That statement was left in silence for a few, painful moments.

“I was the one who showed up here. Don’t worry about it.” It was muttered and god only know you were still very worried about it.

“No Tom I was a dickhead you have a right to be ang-“

“It doesn’t matter!” If it didnt matter, why the hell was was he answering so grumpily.Turning back around to you with a sigh, he spoke with shoulders slumped. “Look… lets just go to sleep yeh? I’ve had a long ass day.

He wasn’t in the mood to talk, you weren’t about the force him too - so with a small nod you half heartedly agreed. You knew you would have to address it at some point, but apparently now wasn’t the right time.

So without much more conversation the two of you got ready for bed, even if the atmosphere felt jilted and cold. It was rehearsed, this wasn’t not the first time he’d stayed over so like a rehearsed scene the two of you got ready and then wormed your way underneath the sheets. You waited for him to make the first move, which of course he did. Pulling you into his bare chest which you happily obliged to, your leg wrapping round his as you nuzzled into his chest. Both softly whispering ‘goodnight’ your eyes closed as you tried to sleep.

Except it didnt work and wasn’t going to. Mainly because Tom’s heartbeat was thundering right under your ear. So you were hardly surprised when he whispered in the quiet.

“Do we work?”

“What?” You arched up, a hand on his chest as your head hovered over his - your eyes burning into his in the dim light of the street lights. He sighed heavily, shaking his head and trying to avoid your gaze.

“I just- we have so little in common”

“That’s not true.”

“It is. I have no idea about even what you do! Seeing you with all of them tonight… you were enjoying talking about stuff I could never ever understand!”

“I don’t have a clue about scene direction or physical acting does that make you dislike me?”

“No course not!” He argued huffily, making you sit up in frustration and reach over to turn the bedside light on.

“Then will you please explain what is going on?”

“Just… just look I know intelligence is attractive and-and well you are and I’m not.”

That physically hurt you hearing him be so self conscious in front of. Clearly, you had made him feel like pure shit this evening and that guilt would surely eat you up later - but right now the focus was purely on making him feel assured of his own mind-blowing talents.

“Tom…it’s not intelligence that’s attractive! You know…” You sighed, how the hell were you going to explain to him how much you LOVED HIM.liked him, you hadn’t said that yet. “You know when you’re reading a script that’s good your mouth move along as if your living and breathing every single word. And you completely are oblivious to anything around Tom, I always thought if someone crashed into the house you wouldn’t notice cos your so into it. And then when your finally finished with it, no matter what time of the day or night, you’lll be like this excited puppy running in to tell me all about it. Or-or when you’ve visited a children’s hospital and you phone me bouncing off the walls, full of stories of how these kids inspire you….” Trailing off, you looked intently between both of his two brown eyes. “Thats passion right? And ambition?” He nodded minutely. “Thats what’s so bloody attractive. For all I care, you could be a supermarket shelf restocker if that’s what your passionate about and you would still be the most incredible person to me. I love your passion you idiot, I don’t care if you don’t know stupid facts about astrophysics or where in the brain control movement of your big toe! In your own way your so bloody clever and I love you because of you and your passion you idiot.”

“Seriously?” You nodded profusely at his whisper, now cupping both hands round his cheeks. “You seriously think…. I’m like a puppy?”

There was your boyfriend again, grinning from ear to ear as you giggled at him.

“Yes you most definitely are.” He gasped in fake shock, before pulling you closer and pressing his lips against yours. Now straddled over his body with the duvet weighing down on your back as you tasted the minty toothpaste still fresh on his lips. After a short while you once again settled back down on his chest, feeling much more warm than mere moments ago, and confident that Tom was reassured and happy once again.

The silence lasted long enough for you to be slowly drifting off before a deep rumble had you blinking your eyes open, eyelashes dragging against his shoulder as you tried to focus on his voice.

“By the way…” Tom dragged it out, making you hum in encouragement as you listened to his slightly hoarse and sleepy sounding voice “in your big soliloquy just then… you said you love me?” You froze, desperately trying to claw a good answer or cover up. Completely failing, you went for the next best and oddly relevant statement.

“I don’t know what solliquarity means because its an actory word so I have no idea what you’re talking about.”

“Solliliquy darling… but for the record, and I hope you understand this… I love you too.”

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