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Bad Medicine | Chapter 14

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synopsis: The wedding between the Seresin mafia and the Santiago mafia has finally arrived. But what's a wedding without a little drama?

word count: 6.2k

warnings: PTSD, trauma, mentions of scars, mentions of murder, mentions of torture, torture, graphic character death, shootings, guns, blood, revenge plot, illusion of suicide, death.

“Rise and shine, cupcake!”

The dark room was infiltrated with light as the middle Santiago brother ripped the curtains open. Y/N let out a groan as the morning sun hit her directly in the face. Narciso didn’t seem to pay any mind to his sister as he opened the large bay window, taking a deep breath of the fresh air. Y/N turned her face away from the window, finding the spot next to her empty. She frowned and pushed herself up on her elbow finding a note addressed to her and a singular red rose on the bedside.

“Y/N!” Narciso clapped his hands, getting his sister’s attention.

“Sorry,” She said and looked over at him, “Actually, I’m not. What the hell are you doing?”

“I’m your maid of honor, for lack of a better word.” He smiled brightly.

“Who said that?”

“Me,” Narciso said, and walked over to her, and flung the rest of the blankets off of her, “I know you would much rather it be Mom and Sophie helping you, but I guess I’m third best. Besides, have you seen the way the other two dress. . . they need more help than us today, sis.”

“Thank you,” Y/N smiled and hugged her older brother.

“Any time,” Narcisosaid, wrapping an arm around her and squeezing gently, “Please have this be the last wedding though. I’m not sure if Dad’s pockets can afford another one.”

“I thought it was known that we marry for money in this family?” Y/N joked.

Narciso rolled his eyes, and helped her up from her bed. He led her down the hall towards Bob’s room, which was now turned into a makeshift glam room. Narciso had various stylists walking around the room setting up their makeup and hair stations. Y/N beamed brightly at her brother, as a woman came up and grabbed her hand, softly pulling her over to get working on her hair. Narciso smiled to himself and leaned against the door, watching his sister smile. It had been a long time since he had seen a genuine smile on her face.

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Jake stood in the middle of the backyard as wedding planners were finishing their final touches on the altar and the rows of white chairs. At first, Jake thought that 200 chairs that were in a curved half circle was a bit extreme, but then he saw the final guest list, and suddenly worried if they had enough chairs. Everyone was coming to see the wedding of one of the most notorious mobsters in California. It was hard to believe that Jake Seresin, the ‘Hangman’, was getting married to the Don of Italy’s daughter.

And not just any Don of Italy’s daughter, Rafael Santiago’s daughter. The wild card. The damaged rose. Everyone thought after what had happened with Francisco, that the Don would’ve hid his daughter away. ‘Sent her to Rome to be a nun’ was the rumor that had floated around for several months until someone spotted her in that strip club back in New York. But now the rumor was that the Santiago girl had settled down, and was ready to be a wife.

“Care to tell me why I just found a book full of naughty pictures of my sister?” Gianni asked, shoving something against Jake’s chest. The blonde grunted and looked down at the scrapbook in his hands, “She told me to give this to you, didn’t say what it was, and now, I feel like I need to go stab my own eyes out.”

Jake chuckled and tucked the book under his arm, “Don’t you know not to open things that don’t belong to you?”

“Shut up, Seresin,” Gianni shoved him as he walked into the house, still grumbling about the photo album in Jake’s hands.

Jake looked around the backyard, taking in the smiles on everyone’s faces. There was a buzz in the air, the scent of excitement. The wedding wasn’t supposed to start for another four hours, but Jake felt ready to jump out of his skin. He had been woken up early this morning by Emile, and ushered down to his room at the opposite end of the house. Jake looked over his shoulder at the balcony, white curtains covered the french doors so he couldn’t see his bride inside.

Despite everyone's smiles, there was only one person who didn’t seem to have a joyous expression on their face. Jake had noticed that Bradley had an uneasy look on his face and had avoided looking him in the eye all morning. The mustached man was now wandering around from place to place, trying to find something to keep him busy. Bradley hated not having something to do, he was never the type to just and wait.

“Emile,” Jake called over to his maid, “Can you take this to my room? And tell the future missus thank you for the gift.” Emile nodded and took the book from him. Jake stuffed his hands into his pocket and walked over to Bradley, who was fiddling with a white bow on the back of one of the chairs, “Do you even know what you are doing?”

Bradley didn’t look up, but stopped his messing with the bow, “I think-”

“You’ve been avoiding me.”

“I have not-”

“Bradley,” Jake said sincerely.

Bradley sighed and looked up at the man he considered to be a brother, “I’m sorry.”

“Why?” Jake asked, crossing his arms over his chest. Bradley stood up from his crouching position and scratched the back of his neck. It is hard to describe Bradley as being small, but as he stood in front of Jake, avoiding his green eyes, Bradley did in fact look “small”. Jake could see a little boy who looked like he had just gotten caught stealing a cookie from the cookie jar.

“I. . . I thought maybe if I stay away from this one, I won’t mess it up.” Bradley mumbled, “I seem to be the angel of death,” Jake sighed and ran a hand through his hair, “I’m sorry for what I-”

“What happened with Natasha was not your fault,” Jake said, “You can’t help who you love.” Bradley looked up at his friend, “One of the things I will regret until my dying breath, was letting you believe that you are a monster, a killer.”

It had been one of the darkest times in Bradley’s life after betraying not only Jake, but the family that gave him so much when he had lost his own. Bradley hated that he had been so naive and had fallen in line right where Natasha wanted him. He knew that Jake could’ve killed him right then and there, laying his body out in cold blood like Natasha’s. However, Jake decided to show Bradley mercy. And every day Bradley felt like he had to figure out how to repay him somehow.

“I was already a monster,” Bradley looked at his hands. His hands were rough and calloused from years of working with his hands, “I don’t think I’ll ever get my happily ever after. No one can love the fucked up monster. I had that and-and I lost it.”

“Someone out there will,” Jake answered. He put his hand under Bradley’s chin and lifted it up, “I never blamed you for what happened. I just want you to forgive me, Bradley.”

“I forgave you years ago,” Bradley admitted, “I’m glad you found Y/N. . . or she found us, I guess. It’s been nice to have someone to take care of us. She. . . she reminds me of my mom, in a way.”

Jake smiled and hugged Bradley. Bradley sighed and melted into the hug, not realizing how much he needed the physical reassurance from the mafia leader. He had spent years watching his every move, careful of what Jake was doing. He always felt like there was a target on his back for a mistake he had made when he was young and stupid. But to have Jake tell him that he forgave him, felt like cinder blocks lifted off his shoulders.

Rooster pulled back from the hug, “I gotta get going. I want to stop by the hospital before this thing kicks off.”

“Hospital?” Jake asked.

“Yeah. . . check on Sophie,” A blush filled Bradley’s cheeks and Jake gave a singular nod.

“Check on her, huh?” A small smirk graced Jake’s lips and Bradley playfully shoved the man, “Alright, alright, give an update to Y/N please. I know she’s worried about Sophie.”

“I will,” Rooster nodded, and turned to walk in the house.

“Oh! And send my brother to me.” Rooster gave Jake a thumbs up before disappearing into the labyrinth that is the Seresin Mansion.

Jake took one last glance around the backyard before looking up at the balcony. He smiled seeing his wife standing in the doorway, looking out at the rose garden. She was wearing a white silk robe and her hair had been pinned back into an updo. She held a glass of champagne in her hands, her face was still makeup free. Jake loved when her face was bare, not hiding her scars from him. He looked at her face, memorizing every single line that adorned it.

Feeling his stare, Y/N looked from the sparkling white roses to her fiance. She gave him a soft smile and a small wave. He mouthed to her ‘I Love You’, and held his hand on his heart. Y/N nodded and whispered back the same three words. She then sent him a wink, as she turned around, untying her robe, and letting it cascade to the ground. Jake bit back a smirk, as he watched her naked body disappear into their room and the doors to the balcony shut.

“Some things will never change,” He mumbled to himself, fixing his dress pants. Jake looked over the backyard, looking at the altar, that in just a few moments he’d be standing under, holding hands with his wife. Jake smiled to himself, as he shook his head and looked down at his shoes. He couldn’t wait until he heard the words, ‘You may now kiss your wife’.

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Y/N’s hands were shaking as she sat at her vanity, looking at herself in the mirror. She had been here before. It was giving her deja vu, sitting looking at herself in nothing but a strapless white lace bra, matching panties, her hair done and pinned back, and makeup done to the nines. Her scars had been covered, as if the past trauma had never happened to her. She could almost believe that her face was without any scarring, but she could still see some remnants of the angry skin left behind.

A knock at the door and a voice called out to her, snapping her from her warring thoughts, “Can I come in?”

“Yeah, Gio,” Y/N said, clearing her throat and reaching for her robe. She slipped it on her shoulders as Gianni walked through the door, a smile on his face.

“How are you doing?” He asked, sitting down on the edge of her bed.

“Want me to be honest?” She asked and he nodded, “I’m terrified,” Y/N looked up at her brother, tears threatening to spill from her eyes, “I just. . . I keep pinching myself, seeing if this is real. If I really am about to marry a man that I love, or if this is some sick joke.”

Gianni stood up from the bed and walked to her. He gently lifted her chin with his finger, “This is real. Nothing, and I mean, nothing, is going to hurt you.” Y/N nodded and Gianni’s face softened, “I will never forgive myself for not killing Francisco when I had a chance. I never-”

“It was on me,” Y/N said and dabbed under her eye, “I begged you to show him mercy. I thought that he would get the hint after what you did to him, but he’s a sick man.”

“And he’s a dead man, when we find him,” Gianni pulled her into a tight hug, “He will never, ever, hurt you again. You have my word.”

“Thank you, Gianni,” Y/N said, and he pressed a kiss to the top of her head. Another knock on the door separated the siblings. Y/N froze for a moment, hoping it wasn’t her soon to be husband trying to steal another look, “Who is it?”

“Bob,” A smile graced her face and Gianni nodded, turning and heading out the door. He patted Bob on the back, going down the hall to try and find Jake, and hopefully smoke a cigar with him before the wedding kicked off.

Y/N crossed her arms over her chest and nodded for Bob to come into her room. The blue eyed man quietly shut her bedroom door and walked right to her, not hesitating to give her a tight hug. Y/N let out a small sound, as he squeezed her. Out of all of the boys, Bob had been the only one who hadn’t touched her yet. She let out a sigh and settled into the hug, running her hand up and down his back.

“Thank you,” Bob mumbled.

“For what?” Y/N asked.

Bob pulled away, and she noticed he wasn’t wearing his glasses. She gently touched his cheek, running her thumb over the apple of his skin. He looked strikingly handsome with his ocean blue eyes. Y/N swore that she could even see what looked like waves in his eyes. The more that she looked at him, the more that she could see the similarities between him and Jake. They had the same blonde hair, and striking colored eyes. They also had the same half smile whenever they were trying to hide their blush.

“For giving me my brother back,” Bob said, “We used to be really close, when we were younger but. . . we grew apart after everything happened. And I am sorry he was so horrible to you when you first got here. I make no excuses for him, and I know he will spend the rest of his life apologizing to you for what he did. . . but he’s just been through so much. The both of you had. I think that’s what makes you two so perfect for each other.”

Y/N grabbed his hand, and squeezed it, “Thank you, Bob,” her voice cracked as she felt hot tears well up in her eyes.

“No! Don’t cry, Narciso will kill me,” Bob said, reaching into his pocket and pulling out kleenex, “I’m sorry for making you cry.”

“You didn’t,” Y/N said, “I always wanted to feel love like this. To be in a family who truly loves each other. You all might not have the perfect relationship, there might be buried skeletons and ghosts, but at the end of the day, you all love each other. And now, I finally get to experience that too.”

“You’ve always had that, Y/N. Might not have been displayed for the whole world to see, but it’s always been there,” Bob assured her.

“Excuse me, Mr. Floyd,” Emile said, knocking on the door, holding the white dress in her hand, “We need to get her dressed.” Bob smiled brightly, looking at Y/N. He kissed her cheek, whispering ‘good luck’ before walking out the door.

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Jake was finishing up the final touches on his tux, when he heard a soft knock on the door, followed by his younger brother stepping into the room. He smiled at his brother and took a step back from the mirror and embraced him in a hug.

“She looks beautiful,” Bob said.

Jake pulled away from the hug. His smile was so bright he bet that he could power a whole dark city, “You saw her?”

Bob nodded, and put his hands into his pockets, “Yeah, stopped by her room on the way here. What did you want to see me for?”

Jake sucked in a breath and fiddled with his hands, “I want to apologize to you, for what I did, taking you away from MIT and forcing you into this family.”

“Oh, I forgave you for that a long while ago. I knew it was inevitable,” Bob shrugged.

“I still had no right to do that to you,” Jake said, “You were the one that had a chance at living a normal life, and I ruined that for you.”

Bob smiled shyly, looking down at his black dress shoes. Bob had constant dreams about living that kind of life, except they all ended the same way, with Jake showing up and tearing him away. Jake read his face and put the final touches on his tie, before stepping behind him, so Bob was standing directly in front of the full-length mirror. Jake’s hands went to his shirt and smoothed out the wrinkles and adjusted the tie.

“You know, out of the four of us, I always thought it was gonna be your wedding we go to first. You were the one who was gonna live that white picket fence life. Kids running around the front yard, and an apple pie on the kitchen table. Dad kinda set you up for all that,” Jake smiled.

“You know I won’t ever have that. . .” Bob sighed. Jake watched as his brother’s face fell, knowing exactly what he was talking about. It took Jake, his parents, and even Rooster to get Bob to stop searching for his lover. Bob had taken an unhealthy obsession with trying to find a ghost. He took a step away from Jake and walked towards the door, “She’s just gone, Jake, like she never even existed.”

“If there is anyone on this earth who can find her, it’s you, Bob,” Jake said truthfully.

“I’ve never stopped looking for her. But she’s just. . . gone, like a ghost.”

Jake chuckled and shoved his hands into his pockets, “No one just disappears Bobby, have you ever thought that you're over focussing, broaden your mind, you'll find her. Or maybe she'll find you.”

Bob nodded to himself and walked out of the bedroom door, leaving Jake alone with his thoughts. Jake sighed and sat down on his bed, looking around the room. It was pretty much bare now, all his belongings having been moved into the master bedroom with Y/N. He leaned over towards his bedside table, seeing an envelope addressed to him. He smiled as he picked it up and opened it.

“To my true soul,”

— — — ♱♱♱ — — — ♱♱♱ — — —

Her breath was in her throat. Everyone was waiting for her, the isles were lined with flowers, the bows on the backs of the chairs had been tied to perfection. The boys had already taken their spots at the altar, each of them wearing black tuxes with white button ups. Jake was the only one wearing an all black suit, as he bounced on the balls of his feet, trying to settle the nerves in his body. Javy couldn’t help but grab his friend's shoulders, shaking them, as a goofy smile spread on his face.

Y/N looked at herself in the mirror one last time, fixing up some flyaways in her hair. Her dress fit her perfectly, the lace laying on her smooth skin. Her hands were shaky as Emile handed her her flower bouquet. Emile quickly moved around her, fixing some things with her dress and veil. Y/N glanced at the doors in front of her, which were shut and a curtain drawn over them so no one could see her on the other side. Her heart pounded, knowing that right on the other side was her soon to be husband.

“You look perfect,” She said, fixing the veil on her shoulders, “He’s a lucky man.”

“I think I am the lucky one,” Y/N answered, as she took in a deep breath.

Emile smiled, “I always knew that you two would fall in love. Mr. Jacob is rough around the edges when you first meet, but he melts your heart. He melted mine, that’s for sure. Been taking care of all four of them since they were in trainers.”

“Thank you, Emile,” Y/N said genuinely. Emile nodded and kissed her forehead, as the door opened and her father walked in. Emile excused herself as the Don stepped over to his daughter, “Papa,”

“Y/N,” The Don responded. He held his hand out to her and she gently placed her hand in his. His hands were rough from years of working with his hands, but they were always warm and gave Y/N a sense of security, just like when she held his hand as a child, “You look perfect. A spitting image of your mother.”

“I wish she could be here,” Y/N spoke, tears filling her eyes.

“Oh, tesoro,” Rafael said, wiping her tears softly, “Don’t cry. She’s here, in your heart. She always has been.” Y/N nodded, and gripped her father’s arm tightly, “You ready?”

“Yeah,” She smiled, “Just don’t. . . don’t let me fall.”

“Wouldn’t dream of it,” The Don spoke. He nodded to the guards in front of him to open the doors that led to the garden.

Everyone’s eyes turned and looked at her. Everyone stood up as the pianist started playing the notes to ‘Turning Page’, the song Bob had picked out for them. Her steps faltered for a second, taking in the sight of all the eyes on her, and she squeezed Rafael’s arm. He patted her hand gently, reassuring her that he wasn’t going to fail her, not this time. She looked up at her dad, and Rafael felt a moment of deja vu. She was suddenly the five year old girl going to her first day of school, scared to go run with the other children, and searching for the okay to go.

“I’ve got you,” Rafael whispered to her, and Y/N nodded, the anxiety melting away. Y/N took a deep breath and looked back down the aisle at her Jake, who’s eyes were blurry with tears.

Jake’s eyes found hers in an instant, looking at her. No one else mattered but her, she was the only person Jake could see. Jake couldn’t help the tears that formed in his eyes as Y/N walked down the aisle towards him. Any anxiety he had about this moment melted away when she smiled at him. Javy gently nudged Jake and smiled at him. Bob had only seen this look in Jake’s eyes once before, and he was worried he’d never see that again. Bob was thanking the stars above that Jake had found his forever. The aisle seemed endlessly long as Y/N had finally made her way to Jake. Jake took a step down off the altar to take her from her father.

“Jacob,” Rafael whispered, “Take good care of my daughter.”

“I will protect her with my life,” Jake whispered back. The Don smiled and placed a kiss on Jake’s cheek. He turned to his daughter and placed a kiss on her cheek, before going to join his boys in the front row. Jake moved the veil from Y/N’s face and smiled at her.

“Hi,” She said softly.

“Hey,” He whispered back. He took her hand, and gently led her up the steps to stand in front of the priest. She passed her bouquet back to Narciso, and then grabbed both of Jake’s hands. He squeezed them gently, before turning his head towards the Priest.

“Ladies and gentlemen, you may be seated,” The Priest said, “We are gathered here today to witness the holy union between Y/N Santiago and Jacob Seresin. The love that has been granted upon them is obvious, as it surrounds not only them but all of us as well. If there is anyone who objects to these two being joined in the face of the Lord and become one within one another, please speak now, or forever hold your peace.”

Jake looked at Y/N and smiled, as they heard silence from the crowd. He grabbed her hand in his, running his thumb over the back of her hand. He opened his mouth to whisper something to her, when someone from the back of the crowd stood up and yelled:

“I object!”

Jake’s head snapped towards the sound, his jaw dropping slightly, “Natasha?”

Y/N’s heart was beating erratically as she looked at the woman that had haunted her husband’s dreams. Y/N went to take a step forward when a loud gun shot rang out. Jake quickly grabbed her hand to pull her back to him as screams filled the crowd, but Y/N was frozen in place as she looked down at the growing red spot seeping through her white dress.

“Y/N. . .” Jake whimpered out, as he helped her down to the ground before she could collapse.

The single shot was followed by rapid gunfire, as screams and cries filled the air, people immediately running for the quickest cover they could find. Jake looked up to where Natasha was standing, watching her make her way towards him. He felt sick as he looked down at his wife, his hands going to her midsection, standing them with crimson. When he looked back up, Natasha was gone.

Rafael tried to push through the guards, but they pushed the mafia leader away, trying to get him to safety. He tried his best to fight against them, but he was no match against Paulo and Narciso’s strength as they pushed him towards the house. Rooster and Gianni grabbed the guns from their waist bands and took off, looking for the source of the gunfire.

“Jake,” Her small voice drew Jake’s attention back to her. He sucked in a breath as the color was gone from her face. Jake looked back up briefly, seeing Natasha standing in front of him, a sick smirk on her face. He blinked a couple times, and again, she was gone. The sound of coughing made Jake look back down at his bride, watching as pink froth left her lips. He adjusted her in his arms, helping her sit up a bit. He knew that gunshot wounds to the stomach were an awful way to die. Slowly, your body positioned itself as the toxins from your intestines leaked into your blood.

What the fuck, Jacob, he thought, shaking his head again, “Help me!” Jake yelled out to anyone who was near.

“J-Jake,” Y/N stuttered out, her hands going on top of his as a way to add more pressure to the growing wound. Her body felt searing hot, as she tried to push herself up. Her mind was clouded over with the pain, that nothing made sense. Who could have done this? Why would someone want to hurt us like this?

“I don’t want to die, Jake.”

Bob and Javy ran in towards the house, both their guns drawn as they frantically looked around. Bob spotted him first, pointing out the man dressed in all black, running towards the front gate. Both the men went running after him, firing their weapons, trying to hit him. Bob was fast, his long legs carrying him towards the perpetrator quickly. He tackled them to the ground, both of them falling with a grunt. Bob took the blunt end of his gun and struck him in the face, making the man grunt.

“Cease fire!” Bob yelled, “I got him! I got him!”

The gunfire ceased as Rooster and Gianni both ran in the house towards Bob, to help him gather whoever was the cause of this. Rooster helped Bob stand the perpetrator to his feet, taking his belt and using it as makeshift handcuffs until they could get him into the chamber. Gianni saw nothing but red, as soon as he laid eyes on the perpetrator’s face. Gianni took his fist and struck him in the jaw, making the perp sag a bit in Rooster and Bob’s hold.

“Fuck!” He grunted, “Nice to see you too, Gianni.”

“You’re going to fucking burn, Francisco,”

“Promise?” Francisco smirked.

“Get him to the fucking chamber,” Javy demanded.

The backyard was silent as the smoke and dust cleared, leaving behind debris in its wake of tipped over chairs, articles of clothing, broken flower vases and bullet shells. Jake slowly rocked Y/N back and forth, holding her close. His hands did the best they could to stop the blood from escaping from her body. Usually the sight of blood didn’t bother him, but there was something about seeing the dark red stain, the perfect white of her dress, that made him sick.

“J-Jake. . .” Y/N called out to him. Jake laced their fingers together, the blood making their fingers stick together, “I-I don’t want-“

“Shh baby, shh,” Jake cried, wiping the tears from her face, “Help me! Somebody! Help!” She groaned in pain as Jake jolted her slightly. Jake quit moving and kissed her forehead, “It’ll be okay. I promise.” Y/N nodded weakly as Jake held her, “Help!”

“I-it h-hurts.”

Jake looked down at her, taking in the sight of her. He knew there was nothing anyone could do, and he knew that she knew it too. He held her close and rocked her gently. Her usual tan skin was now pale. The midsection of her dress was almost completely red. Jake hated it.

“I’m right here, okay. I’m not gonna go anywhere.”

Her mind was in a limbo of wanting to accept death, accept what was going to happen to her or to fight against it to live. This couldn’t be her ending. Not now, not that she had made amends with those who hurt her. Not when she just found her true love, her true happiness. She had faced death before, and welcomed it before. But now, seeping into that black abyss was terrifying. Going into an undiscovered place, alone, was worse than bleeding out in her lover’s arms.

“I’m scared, Jake. . . I don’t want to die yet,” She sobbed out, her eyes locked on the sky above her. Jake had made a promise to her to never let her be scared again, not while his heart was still beating in his chest.

“Don’t be, it’ll be okay, baby, it’ll all be okay,” Jake said softly, “You go, okay. Don’t be scared, I’ll be right there.”

Y/N nodded, her body growing weaker and weaker. It was like the pull of a tide, pulling her further and further into a deep abyss. Jake watched her features, watched as her chest rose and fell, and froze. Her eyes, the usual honey brown, grew cold and her face froze in a forever look of fear. Jake looked up at the sky, letting his tears fall, and soft sobs left his pink lips. He looked down at the girl in his arms, and brought a shaky hand to her face to close her eyes.

“I love you. . . I love you,” Jake said and kissed her cheek. He looked around the whole backyard before bringing her body into his and letting out a loud scream of agony. Javy, Bob and Rooster watched from inside the house as Jake let out his emotions. Bob couldn’t help but shed tears at the anguishing sounds leaving Jake’s lips. They had never seen him like this, not even after Natasha.

Paulo and Narciso had to physically hold their father up from crashing to the ground. Rafael let out a loud sob, as he watched his only daughter’s life leave her body. Gianni clenched his jaw, looking from the scene, down to his shoes. Gianni was known as The Santiago with no emotion, but he couldn’t help the tears that fell from his eyes. He had devoted much of his adult life to protecting his baby sister, and now he watched as he had failed her yet again. He wiped his tears quickly and turned on his heel walking towards the chamber that had taken Francisco.

“Stop him,” Rafael said, fearing for what his son was going to do.

Paulo shook his head, “He’ll be fine. He needs this.”

Jake gently laid Y/N’s body on the ground and placed her hands on her belly, trying to cover the bullet wound the best he could. He grabbed the discarded bouquet from earlier, placed it in her hands and kissed her before standing up and marching into the house. The three other boys moved out of his way as he walked straight into the chamber. The other boys shared a look before following Jake down to the chamber.

Gianni was already beating up Francisco when Jake got down there, the man was chained up by his wrists, as Gianni delivered blow after blow to his face. Francisco looked up at Gianni, as he held him by the back of his head, his brass knuckles shining with blood already.

“I didn’t know you were capable of emotions,” Francisco smiled, as Gianni reeled his fist back and delivered another punch.

“Enough,” Jake said as he walked in. Gianni nodded, dropping Francisco’s head and stepping away from the battered man.

“Got what you wanted? A good wedding?” Francisco asked with a smirk. Jake didn’t say anything as he growled, walked over to Francisco, grabbing him by the throat. Jake could feel the crush of his hyoid bone under his hand. Francisco’s neck and face turned red as his air supply was slowly being cut off.

“You’re fucking sick. Thinking you can get away with shit you’ve done. Killing my wife.” Jake said through a clenched jaw.

“If I'm sick, what does that make you? You’re not some fucking saint. You hurt her too. Difference is I taught her a lesson. I’m a sinner with a reason.”

Jake pressed down harder on his neck again, “We’re both going to hell. But I’m going to fucking kill you, and it’s going to be so fucking euphoric to watch you die slowly.”

“Give it to me. Kill me! SHOW ME WHO THE FUCK HANGMAN REALLY IS!!” Francisco yelled.

Jake stepped back, and raised his gun and pointed it in between Francisco’s eyes. He cocked it, and then closed his eyes. Images of the early morning he had shared with Y/N filled his mind. Jake closed his eyes, soaking in the vision of her. Her smile as he got down on one knee and finally proposed to her. Her soft voice as she sang to him. And her heartbeat, pumping in her chest, letting the blood flow throughout her body. Now she laid on the concrete, her blood shed and her body cold.

Jake opened his eyes, letting the tears run down his face. He lowered his gun and handed it to Bob, who stood behind him. Bob looked at him confused as Jake took a step towards Francisco.

“The reaper had mercy,” Jake whispered, placing a kiss on Francisco’s cheek.

The men all looked at Jake, unsure of what the mafia leader was doing. Not once had they ever seen Jake back down from killing someone, especially someone who had hurt him like this. Jake walked over to his brothers, and hugged them each starting with Bob.

“You’ll find her, I know you will,” Jake said to him. He then hugged Javy, “Take care of them when they hear, you’ve always liked you more than me.” He spoke in his best friend's ear.

When Jake got to Rooster, he held him tightly in his arms. Jake whispered in his ear, and Rooster’s eyes widened. He went to pull back from the hug, but Jake placed his hand on his head, keeping him still until he was done talking. Rooster bit his lip, trying to suppress the sob building in his throat. Jake placed a kiss on his cheek as he pulled away from the hug.

Jake didn’t say anything else to them but just nodded, before ascending up the stairs.

“What a fucking puss-”

The shot that rang out caused Francisco’s head to knock back and then forward, showering brain matter and blood along the walls. Rooster lowered his gun and handed it to Javy, feeling disgusted by what he just did. Rooster instructed the guards to clean the mess up and place Francisco in a shallow grave.

“Wait,” Gianni said, holding his hand up. He drew the knife from his pocket and walked over to Francisco’s dead body. He leaned his head back, and flicked open the pocket knife. Gianni clenched his jaw as he carved a jagged scar down the dead man’s face, “I hope you rot in hell,” Gianni released Francisco’s head, watching the blood drip from the cut. He took a step back and spit on his corpse. They watched as Gianni walked up the stairs, exiting the chamber to go be with his family.

The three Seresin family members stood in silence, listening to the blood drop from the dead body. Javy looked around at Bob, who’s eyes were trained on the stairs Jake had just walked up.

“What do we do now?” Javy asked. Bob opened his mouth to speak when another gunshot went off. He jumped and let out a soft gasp, as he licked his lips and bowed his head. The realization washed over him that he was now head of the family.

“We drink.”

Fin.

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Exploring the Benefits of a Wedding Photo Sharing App

In today's digital age, wedding photo sharing apps have revolutionized how we capture and relive our special moments. Gone are the days of passing around physical photo albums; now, with just a few taps on your smartphone, you can share, organize, and cherish your wedding memories like never before. Let's delve into the world of wedding photo sharing apps and explore the myriad benefits they offer to both couples and their guests.

Introduction to Wedding Photo Sharing Apps

Imagine a virtual album where every guest's perspective is captured, where moments unfold in real-time, and where memories are instantly shared and cherished. That's the essence of a wedding photo sharing app. These apps serve as digital platforms where couples can create private albums, invite guests to contribute photos and videos, and relive their wedding day from multiple angles.

Convenience and Accessibility

One of the standout features of wedding photo sharing apps is their convenience. Instead of waiting weeks for professional photos, couples and guests can access and share moments instantly. Whether you're at the wedding venue or miles away, these apps ensure everyone stays connected and engaged throughout the celebration.

Enhanced Collaboration

Gone are the days of collecting disposable cameras or coordinating photo uploads via email. Wedding photo sharing apps streamline the process by allowing guests to upload directly from their smartphones. This collaborative approach not only captures more moments but also fosters a sense of community among attendees.

Personalization and Customization

Each wedding is unique, and wedding photo sharing apps recognize that. From customizable albums to themed galleries, couples can personalize their digital keepsakes to reflect their style and personality. It's like designing your own virtual scrapbook, complete with memories that tell your love story.

Privacy and Security

Privacy is paramount when it comes to sharing intimate moments. Wedding photo sharing apps offer secure, password-protected access to ensure only invited guests can view and contribute to the album. This peace of mind allows couples to share candid moments without compromising their privacy.

Memories That Last a Lifetime

The true beauty of a wedding photo sharing app lies in the memories it preserves. Years down the line, couples can revisit their special day, relive heartfelt moments, and share their love story with future generations. It's not just about capturing photos; it's about creating a digital legacy that transcends time.

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Making Memories: The Magic of Wedding Photo Booth Rentals

As couples embark on the journey of planning their dream wedding, Wedding Photo Booth Rental one element that often brings joy and excitement is the prospect of capturing cherished moments with family and friends. Among the various trends that have emerged in the realm of weddings, the popularity of photo booth rentals has soared in recent years. These interactive and fun additions to wedding receptions not only provide entertainment but also create lasting memories for both the newlyweds and their guests.

A wedding photo booth rental offers couples a unique opportunity to enhance their celebration by providing an interactive space for guests to let loose and have fun. With an array of props and backdrops to choose from, guests can unleash their creativity, resulting in a collection of candid and heartfelt photos that reflect the joy and love shared on this special day. From silly hats and oversized glasses to elegant props that complement the wedding theme, the options are endless, allowing guests to express themselves in unique and playful ways.

Beyond the entertainment value, wedding photo booths serve as a tangible keepsake for couples to cherish for years to come. In today's digital age where most photos are stored on smartphones or social media accounts, physical prints hold a special significance. Many photo booth rental services offer customizable print templates that incorporate the couple's names, wedding date, or a personalized message, adding a personal touch to each photo. These prints serve as timeless mementos that can be displayed in albums or framed as a reminder of the love and laughter shared on their wedding day.

Moreover, wedding photo booths have evolved to include modern features such as digital sharing options. With the rise of social media, couples can opt for photo booths equipped with instant sharing capabilities, allowing guests to upload their photos directly to their social media accounts or receive digital copies via email or text. This not only enables guests to share their memorable moments with friends and family who couldn't attend the wedding but also extends the reach of the celebration beyond the confines of the venue.

In addition to providing entertainment and creating lasting memories, wedding photo booths also serve as a creative outlet for couples to express their unique style and personality. From vintage-inspired booths adorned with lace and floral accents to sleek and modern designs featuring LED lighting and touchscreen interfaces, couples can choose a photo booth that complements their wedding theme and aesthetic. Furthermore, many photo booth rental companies offer customizable options such as branded backdrops, custom props, and themed accessories, allowing couples to tailor the experience to their vision and create a cohesive look that ties into their overall wedding decor.

When considering a Wedding Photo Booth, couples should research reputable vendors and inquire about the various packages and options available. Factors to consider include the rental duration, number of prints, digital sharing capabilities, and any additional services such as scrapbooks or memory books to compile the photos. Couples should also discuss logistics such as setup and breakdown times, space requirements, and any venue restrictions to ensure a seamless experience on their wedding day.

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Capturing Joy: The Irresistible Benefits of Wedding Photo Booth Hire in Dallas

When it comes to creating everlasting memories at your Dallas wedding, a photo booth is the perfect addition to your celebration. Wedding photo booth hire in Dallas has become a popular choice for couples looking to add a touch of fun weddings photo booth hire Dallas and nostalgia to their big day. Let's delve into the delightful benefits that make hiring a photo booth a must for your Dallas wedding:

Interactive Entertainment: A wedding photo booth adds an interactive and entertaining element to your celebration. It's a fantastic way to keep your guests engaged and having a great time throughout the event.

Instant Keepsakes: Unlike traditional guest books, photo booth prints provide instant keepsakes for both you and your guests. Capture candid moments and create a tangible memory that will last a lifetime.

Customizable Backdrops: Tailor the photo booth experience to match your wedding theme with customizable backdrops. Whether you prefer elegant florals or a touch of rustic charm, the photo booth can seamlessly integrate into your overall wedding aesthetic.

Variety of Props: Encourage creativity and silliness with a selection of props. From whimsical hats to funny signs, the photo booth provides an opportunity for your guests to express their personalities and add a playful vibe to your wedding album.

Guest Engagement: A photo booth serves as a social hub, bringing guests together to strike poses and create memorable snapshots. It breaks the ice and fosters a sense of camaraderie, making your wedding day even more special.

Digital Sharing: In the age of social media, photo booths offer the perfect opportunity for instant digital sharing. Guests can upload their photos directly to social platforms, allowing those who couldn't attend to share in the joy from afar.

Professional-Quality Prints: Many wedding photo booth services in Dallas provide high-quality prints that rival professional photography. Ensure that your guests leave with beautifully captured memories that they'll cherish.

Stress-Free Setup: Wedding planning can be stressful, but photo booth hire in Dallas is a hassle-free addition. Professional services handle the setup and operation,corporate photo booth rental Dallas allowing you to focus on enjoying your special day.

Personalized Photo Strips: Customize your photo strips with your wedding date, names, or a special message. This personalization adds a unique touch to the keepsakes your guests will take home.

Guestbook Alternative: Forget the traditional guestbook – let your guests leave personalized messages alongside their photo booth prints. It's a creative and interactive way to capture well-wishes from your loved ones.

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💾 ►►► DOWNLOAD FILE 🔥🔥🔥🔥🔥 Getting back to our original point about timing, Sam Hunt didn't just cheat on Hannah Fowler — he cheated on her while she was pregnant with. Sam Hunt's pregnant wife Hannah Lee Fowler filed for divorce on Feb. 18, alleging that he cheated on her. Hunt did not just cheat on his wife but he cheated on the lady when she was pregnant with their first child. Yes, reportedly, Fowler has filed. Once the infidelity allegations went public, the singer's social media account was flooded with users slamming him for allegedly cheating on his. sam hunt daughter. Sam and Hannah first began dating in and they continued to date on-and-off for years. Hannah served as the inspiration for many of Sam's songs, while he wrote his debut album, Montevallo, about her. He said: "I spent a lot of time talking to her about songs. I probably should have included her as a co-writer on a lot of these songs because I spent a lot of time chatting with her. Sam continued: "I got a lot of insight into females in general from being in a close relationship with her. I used a lot of that when writing on the songs, because a lot of the songs are relationship-based. Sam opened up about how he won Hannah back during a interview with Entertainment Tonight. He said at the time: "I think last summer I went out [to Hawaii] about seven times in about three months. Trying to talk to her about coming back. And the seventh trip I convinced her. The singer continued to give fans a glimpse into their relationship in his song Drinkin' Too Much, which touched on past problems in their romance. According to Taste of Country, photos circulated of the singer with a mystery woman before he proposed to Hannah. The photos caused many fans to wonder if the pair had split, while others assumed Sam had been cheating on Hannah. The couple kept information about their engagement relatively private, though Sam did reveal he popped the question during a trip to Israel while appearing on The Bobby Bones Show. The day did not go according to plan, as Sam revealed they got into a fight before he asked for her hand in marriage. The singer shared: "Something came up that irritated her and I realized this may mess up my big plan to ask her to marry me that night, and it kind of agitated me more about this issue. So this little altercation we had actually worked out. It was a special moment. Sam and Hannah went on to tie the knot in April during an intimate ceremony in Georgia. According to PEOPLE, he said it felt "great" to be married to Hannah, adding that "there's a spiritual strength" to wearing his wedding band. He said: "We've been talking about it for a while, but we've really started thinking about it seriously here these past few months, so that's on the agenda right now. One month after discussing his plans to start a family, Sam pleaded guilty to a DUI charge in August The Tennessean reported that Sam pleaded guilty to misdemeanor charges related the to arrest. He was originally sentenced to 11 months and 29 days in jail, though he was eventually sentenced to serve 48 hours at the DUI Education Centers and complete an alcohol safety course. Sam also lost his license for a year, while his car had an interlock installed that will stay until he gets his license back. He allegedly agreed to take a field sobriety test, which showed "numerous signs of impairment. On Monday, it was reported that Hannah had filed for divorce from Sam and accused him of cheating during their marriage. She alleged in the paperwork: "The husband is guilty of such cruel and inhuman treatment or conduct toward the spouse as renders cohabitation unsafe or improper. Hannah reportedly wants primary custody of their child once he or she is born, as well as alimony and child support. The docs state Sam's ex wants "transitional alimony, rehabilitative alimony, and alimony in futuro. Jump directly to the content. Sign in. All Football. Entertainment Celebrity Katherine Schaffstall. The year-old singer married Hannah, 36, in Most read in Celebrity.

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The Luckiest

Pairing: Spencer Reid x fem!Reader Category: Fluff Word Count: 2k Includes: Dad Spencer, Children, Pregnancy A/N: I wrote this one for @anxiousblanketqueen’s birthday challenge: Happy Birthday, Jill! ♡ I hope you have an absolutely amazing day!! Main Masterlist

“What’s this, Daddy?” Spencer turned, eyes finding his daughter holding the scrapbook Penelope made for your anniversary a few months prior. The book held your most cherished memories: from your first meeting to your first dates, to your marriage and the birth of your children.

“Auntie P made that for us, bug,” he explained, bending down to clear the pile of blocks on the floor to make way for her little feet. She bounded towards him, the book dangling from her arms while she climbed next to him on the couch.

Big brown eyes similar to his own looked up at him, her little lip sticking out in a pout as she pushed the book towards him in a silent question.

She was only five, but she was fully aware that he was incapable of saying no to her; after all, she learned the puppy dog pout from its creator: his wife.

“Come here, love,” he situated his daughter on his lap, laying a gentle kiss on her hairline before opening the book to the first page.

“Is that Mommy?” her fingers moved to trace along the first photo, a still of you and Spencer at Derek and Penelope’s wedding seven years prior. Your eyes were focused off frame, gaze solely fixated on the couple’s first dance, but Spencer’s were glued to your every move.

It was your very first meeting, years of Penelope trying to set Spencer up with her high school best friend had failed up until that point. Plans to go to bars were halted by last minute cases in different cities, parties in Penelope’s apartment were missed because you had a date lined up, lunch dates with Penelope where she hoped you would finally meet Spencer were ruined because he wouldn’t leave his desk.

Years and years of trying to get you two to meet, and all it took was her and Derek getting married.

If she knew it would have been that easy, she would have gotten hitched years ago.

As luck would have it, you and Spencer had somehow narrowly avoided each other during wedding planning as well. It was as though the universe had something against you, as if all the signs were screaming that you weren’t meant to be. But then, on the night the stars aligned for Derek and Penelope the same happened for you, your pre-planned seating arrangement leading you directly into Spencer’s arms and proving the universe wrong.

It was that night that two perfect strangers became stakeholders in one another’s lives, the night when two hearts found the piece that had been missing for too long. Neither of you knew it then, but a few shared conversations and lingering glances over dinner were enough to change your lives.

“Yeah,” Spencer whispered, smiling at your daughter. “That’s Mommy”.

And like their words summoned your presence, the front door opened and you walked in, your two year old son’s hand gripped around two of your fingers while your purse hung from your free arm.

“Mommy!” your daughter jumped from her position on Spencer’s lap to wrap her arms around your legs, your body bending to place a series of kisses against her head.

“Hi, Sweet Pea! Did you have a good time with Daddy?”

“Mm-hmm!” you watched her pigtails bounce as she twirled, her hand moving to hold her brother’s as she walked him towards a tower in the center of the room. “We played with blocks and read books and looked at a pretty picture of you!”

“Wow! What picture was it?” but alas, your question fell short on your daughter’s ears, her attention long gone and instead focused on teaching her brother the right way to build a tower.

And honestly, as far as you were concerned that was perfectly okay. Any moment they were getting along without tears or screams was a win in your book.

“We were looking at the album Penelope made us,” Spencer’s voice carried over the sound of your children’s giggles and you swiftly moved to sit next to him on the couch, thigh to thigh while your head rested against his shoulder. “We made it through the first picture before you guys came home”.

You placed a gentle kiss against his shoulder where you laid, eyes scanning the photo in question. It was one of your favorite nights, but it paled in comparison to the picture on the next page.

“Remember that night?” you asked, pointing at the photo you had been eyeing. It was a blurry mess to put it lightly, Spencer’s hand holding the disposable camera at an odd angle while you attacked his cheeks with kisses until a trail of lipstick was left in your wake.

You were young, in love, and inseparable- a blurry photo was a small price to pay for being with him.

“How could I forget,” Spencer chuckled lightly, shaking his head as he examined the picture, “I got off the jet at 11 PM and headed to your place for a midnight picnic. We were only dating for three weeks and JJ thought it was weird to go to your place so late, but I didn’t care. Did you think it was weird?”

You snuggled closer to him, the hitch at the end of his question cluing you into the fact that he was nervous you did. “If you didn’t come over I most certainly would have went to your place- I hated being away from you, I still do now”.

You were rewarded with a kiss to your palm before Spencer continued to flip through the pages in a comfortable silence, your life together thus far being pieced together with every new picture.

From movie nights cuddled up on the floor of Derek and Penelope’s living room, to office holiday parties where you walked around with your pinkies intertwined, to stolen kisses at happy hour and café dates where you both sported espresso foam mustaches.

With the next flip of the page, you watched as your smiles grew wider in each photo with the addition of a ring on your left hand. There were pictures of Spencer down on one knee at your favorite park thanks to Penelope’s hidden vantage point behind a set of trees a few feet away.

The sky was a cerulean blue, yellow and pink tulips in full bloom at your feet, but in that moment, with Spencer kneeling in front of you and the most beautiful declarations of love falling from his lips nothing was visible but him.

Another flip of a page and yet another moment when nothing mattered but Spencer was on full display- your wedding day. His arms were looped around your waist as you danced in front of your family and friends, your smiles the widest they’d ever been. The night was filled with love filled glances and silent assertions of love fit for two in a room bursting with joy, each and every one caught on camera thanks to Penelope’s dedication to capturing one of her favorite love stories in action.

A series of selfies followed in the next few pages, each one a picture you had sent Penelope during your honeymoon as proof you weren’t always locked away in your hotel room. Spencer was sporting a sunglasses tan in each photo while you were sporting a smirk, each picture reminding you of the vacation that gave you one of your favorite gifts yet nine months later: your daughter.

You looked up from the album to glance in her direction, your lips curling into a smile as you watched her separate the blocks into color coded piles much to her younger brother’s amusement. With each passing day she reminded you more and more of Spencer, and it was by far one of your favorite journeys to witness.

Your focus shifted back to the book in Spencer’s hands, weekly progress photos of your stomach’s growth (which Spencer was determined to capture in all its glory) gracing the pages along with ultrasounds, memories from your baby shower, and pictures of Spencer’s hands constantly flitting over your lower belly. His head rested gently on your middle in each one, his face the picture of happiness as he whispered bedtime stories and facts about space, completely oblivious to everything but you and your daughter.

You watched as the baby you had spent months dreaming about came to life in pictures, her features the perfect mixture of you and Spencer from the moment she was placed in your hands. With each passing picture the bags under both of your eyes grew bigger, but your smiles grew wider. Images of her firsts graced the pages: the first time she sat up, the first time she ate solid foods, the first time she said dada (and the tears in Spencer’s eyes when he heard it), her first steps, her first day of school.

And then one made way for two, your son joining the midst of photos and bringing an endless amount of love and joy to your family. Much like your daughter, he reminded you of Spencer: he was inquisitive- curious eyes always studying his surroundings, his hand always finding comfort in yours just like his father.

Pictures of his firsts graced the pages much like your daughter’s, except this time the first time he sat up he was accompanied by a beaming sister, when he said mama for the first time it was you who was in tears, and when he took his first steps he walked straight into Spencer’s open arms.

The book was a picture-perfect testament to your love, one of your most prized possessions, but there was one thing missing.

“I love the life we built together,” Spencer whispered in your direction, his fingers tracing your side as he thought about how lucky he was. How lucky was he that he went from a man destined to live a solitary life to a man with a wonderful wife and two children made from love?

“I love it, too,” you murmured as your hand moved to reach for your purse, “but there’s one thing we’re missing”.

You watched as Spencer’s eyebrows furrowed, his eyes scanning the empty pages at the end of the book. “I know the pictures are a little out of date, we can order some more this weekend to fill the empty pages though”, he stated as his gaze found yours to see if that was the answer you were looking for.

“We definitely can,” you nodded, removing an item from your purse and unsticking the scrapbook pages to place it in the middle. Once you were satisfied with its placement, you adjusted the top sheet before holding both of Spencer’s hands in yours, “but we can start with this”.

The previously blank page was now the home of your very first ultrasound photo for your third baby, a surprise you had confirmed earlier that morning at your doctor’s appointment. You watched as Spencer’s eyebrows shot up, his face breaking into a smile while his eyes filled with tears.

“Really?” his voice was so soft, you were sure you would have missed it if you weren’t sitting directly next to him.

“Really, really,” you confirmed, your left hand moving to grasp his jaw as you pulled his face closer to yours.

“Are you excited?” you whispered, fully aware that the answer was yes but craving confirmation.

With your question, a tear escaped his lash line, trailing down his cheek and making its way to a beaming smile that rivaled the ones you had seen in the scrapbook.

He nodded, at a complete loss for words as he closed the gap between you and let his feelings out in a kiss. It was a kiss filled to the brim with love, happiness, and appreciativeness.

And in that moment, there was only one coherent thought on his mind as he listened to his children’s giggles in the background and felt the weight of your love against his lips: How lucky was he that he went from a man destined to live a solitary life to a man with a wonderful wife and three children made from love?

The luckiest man alive, that was for sure.

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harryskalechips · 4 years

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Illicit affairs Part three

A/N Hello guys! I’m sorry this part took so long. i’ve been so busy. Thank you for all the support and love. Each and every dm makes my day. I hope you like the ending idk hahaha dm me and send your thoughts! bye, I hope you enjoy

Their illicit affair isn’t really a secret anymore after being caught kissing on camera. Oh Harry, haven’t you learned not to be a romantic in public? Time to watch everything crumble down.

Tw: Cheating, smut

Thank you @harrysleftchelseaboot for letting me participate in your writing challenge! Here is part three! Any new writers or readers please check out the masterlist!

here are my prompts:

“Promise you’ll stay by my side?”

“Don’t you see I’m trying?”

“It’s okay. I understand. You can leave, they all do.”

Note: I do not condone cheating whatsoever! Please mind that this story is fictional! As much as it makes me sad to paint Harry as a cheater, it’s part of this storyline I thought of as I listened to Taylor’s album, Folklore.

Word count: 7.5k / Masterlist // Part 1 // Part 2

When a married person participates in an affair, they already know the consequences that can come out of it. Not only is it a betrayal to their spouse but every vow they said at the altar is washed away and is drowned in a pool of greed and resentment. Suddenly, their beautiful and favourite memory of their wedding day becomes a cursed thought... at least for Harry Styles.

A nightmare. A horrible nightmare that Harry never thought would come true. He sits up immediately half-naked in his sheets after his call with Y/N. He focuses on his phone, swiping through the articles written about their newly found scandal. Truthfully, he wanted to read them all but as he counted and tried to keep track of each one, he realized there were millions out there.

His wife’s screams and torturing whimpers were hurting his brain, after all, she was just a couple of rooms down the hallway. Of course, he wanted to check on her or pack a bag and leave the house but that wasn’t his main priority. It was Y/N. He could physically feel his heartache as he saw each headline along with pictures of him and her kissing in the parking lot at LAX. It was his fault. He knew it. He was too excited and happy to have Y/N back in his arms, he never thought a person working there or an undercover paparazzi would manage their way into the private area.

Was he angry? Most definitely. But there was another feeling he had in his chest that was too stubborn to leave. He hasn’t felt like this in a while. The pressure building around his body like selfish vines, continuing to wrap around him until he choked. Until all the love Y/N gave him these past months were forced to be forgotten. He could feel it from his head to his toes. The unforgettable butterflies when he thinks of Y/N are bleached and gone as his anxiety took over.

He wanted to cry and scream. His career is gone. His reputation is ruined. His fans are disappointed. His family, his friends -his wife! But most importantly, the woman who makes him the happiest man on earth is exposed to his world. The life he’s been sucked into for the last 9 years has finally sucked her in too. And that’s why he wanted to protect her from it in the first place.

When he first decided he wanted to share his talents and be famous, he never realized there was a very big price he had to pay. His privacy - his innocent and naive mind being manipulated as he networked as a new celebrity while labels were put on him that he couldn’t fight back. He loves who he is right now but that was because of her and for some time now, he wished the public could just fuck of. Sometimes he wished he was a regular guy living his own life so he wouldn’t have to deal with this bullshit.

Thinking about his wishes and his life, he almost wanted to laugh at this present moment. Was this a dream or was he right about love? Once he finally commits to a woman he loves, the universe has an odd way of returning his new deck of cards. Stupid, because that’s not how you play and it’s been unfair for him his whole life.

He had to check on Y/N.

He tosses his phone onto the bed and gets ready as he purposely ignores the device and walks out of his room. His game plan was to sneak out of the house and come back later tonight to talk to his wife. It was obvious she knew about his affair and all Harry wanted to do was avoid her.

“Sneaking out?” fuck. Harry keeps his hand on the railway as he looks behind him to see his wife standing near the wall with her arms crossed. Her eyes were swollen and her cheeks were so puffy. He wasn’t heartless. He felt bad for her.

“I was just going to get some breakfast.” Harry lies as he stares directly into her eyes. She wasn’t the same girl he married and she is no Y/N.

“You mind if you get me some too?” She nonchalantly replies, making him confused about her odd behaviour.

“Yeah, um what do you want?”

“I want to know why you fucking cheated on me.” Her calm strict tone changes into a more aggressive one as she couldn’t keep up her facade. He knew it would happen.

“Look-”

“You cheated on me and embarrassed our marriage... and um you have the fucking face to tell me you’re going out for breakfast!”

“I wanted to give you some space before we talked about it.”

“You’re a coward! You cheated at least own up to it.”

“Alright okay! I cheated on you!” Harry steps off the staircase and approaches her. They stood 7 feet apart as both of them had rigid and uncomfortable stances.

“How long?” Harry looks up at the ceiling and releases a loud breath.

“Approximately a year.”

“I can’t believe you.” She cries silently as she looks at him in disappointment. She quickly wipes her tears away, knowing that her dignity is already in the ruins because of him. “I know I haven’t been a good wife to you but you haven’t been a good husband. I just never realized you gave up on our marriage already.”

“Are you joking? A couple of months after our wedding you’ve been the one acting cold! I loved you so much but I realized what we had isn’t who we are anymore.” Harry confesses in an agitated tone.

“Harry after our wedding -You became busy not me! I tried telling you and giving you signs but you ignored me. I explicitly told you and you said you were in a good position in your career where you had so much potential… so I gave you space!”

“I tried reaching out to you so we can spend time together.” Harry furrows his eyebrows at her. “Don’t make me seem like the bad guy here. I was waiting for you to tell me you wanted to work our relationship out again. I gave you space!”

“I shouldn’t be the one to do that, Harry!” She pauses. “As time went by, I realized I didn’t need you as much anymore but I wanted to see what would happen if we stayed together. I still loved you!”

“You stop prioritizing us.”

“You did it first.” She scoffs as she takes her silk robe off her, leaving her in a short nightgown. She was so angry, she needed to find a way to cool off. “You think I’m stupid? I knew you were seeing someone the moment you started taking that ring off. I just thought you had the common courtesy not to humiliate us and our careers -to not give up on what we signed up for. Our marriage.”

“So you’re saying you were throwing a fit in your bedroom because I got caught?” Harry steps back a bit. He never realized how fucked up this relationship was.

“Obviously! What do you think I want in the papers? Not your affair with that college whore!”

“Watch your mouth.” Harry deepens his voice as he stares at her intently. “This scandal was not my intention. I’m not stupid like that.”

“Well, you’re stupid enough to get caught!” She rebuttals. She turns around walking to his room as she angrily tugs on the ends of her hair. “I don’t care what you do with your life but you should’ve thought about me and what would happen if anyone found out about our broken marriage.” She opens his walk-in closet and enters, leaving Harry to trail behind her. Without any hesitation, her hands begin to carelessly toss his clothes on the floor, knowing his favourite boots were to be specifically thrown at the wall. She was fuming.

“We had an image to carry and you ruined it because you couldn’t keep your hands to yourself in public!”

…

“Y/N, I’m so glad you made it in today. I hope the paparazzi in front of the building didn’t hassle you too much.” Rob enters the meeting room and greets her in a sarcastic tone. “Unfortunately, they’ve been quite a nuisance for the rest of your co-workers.” He places a blank manila folder on the table and sits himself down as he looks at her in a serious manner. Y/N felt like she was being tortured, having just them in the room. “Paul will be coming in shortly, he has to deal with publicity first.” He was the one who called her. She barely saw him these past years as she worked more for Rob here at Columbia Records but she knew he was just as powerful after all, he was the company’s president.

“They’ve been following me around ever since I left my apartment. Look, Rob, I’m sorry about-”

“Hold that statement. You shouldn’t be sorry.” His finger raises in the air. Y/N watches him carefully as he opens the folder in front of them.

There… it had pictures of her infamous kiss with Harry, recent articles about the two of them and… her employment contracts.

“You shouldn’t be sorry,” Rob repeats himself as he picks out the photo of them kissing and slides it to her on the table. “I’m sorry.”

“What?” Y/N couldn’t believe this. She knew what was to come but she didn’t want to think it was true! This was her dream job and it was all going to be ripped away from her as if the last 3 years meant nothing to them.

“I have to let you go.”

“Rob, there’s nothing in my contract that says I can’t have a relationship with a co-worker.” Y/N remembers reading that bullet point when she first started her internship at Columbia records. Although it may have been years, that rule couldn’t possibly change.

“I think you’re forgetting Harry isn’t your co-worker but our client.” Another voice answers. Paul opens the door as he hears what she says. He takes the pen from the pocket on the left side of his chest and instantly picks up her contract and circles that point in red. She definitely forgot about that. She finally remembers how months ago she was reading her contract as she sipped her… 3rd glass of wine.

“Oh.”

“Not just that but any employee that has publicly put our company on blast in front of the media requires immediate dismissal,” Rob adds in.

“Also It’s nice to see you again Ms. L/N.” Paul, a short middle-aged man sits beside Paul. “I had to deal with your mess outside. It’s getting out of control.” He adjusts his tie. “You do understand what actions we must take now?” He asks sternly, barely looking at her as he briefly reads her contract.

“No, wait! It was a picture that I didn’t know about! Paul...Rob, please don’t do this. I’m so grateful to be working here.” She pleads.

“I’m sorry Y/N. I wish you told me about this sooner so we could have figured something out.” Rob shakes his head in disappointment. “He’s married you know that. The damage control is more than what you guys could have possibly thought of.”

“I never meant for any of this to happen. Rob, I’m sorry. I truly am.” Y/N begins to cry again as if she wasn’t crying on her drive here.

“Let me be honest, I don’t want to let you go but I need to be fair. Our vision statement is to take care of our stars. With the disgrace of your affair being exposed, you can’t continue to work here while Harry is our client. He has a fixed contract so I can’t do anything to help you out.”

“I get it” She pauses a bit as she tries to take everything in. “I think I should leave.” Y/N abruptly stands up and wipes her tears. She walks forward to give Paul a handshake. She then turns to a standing Rob but he ignores her hand and gives her a hug instead.

“You have so much potential. I’m sorry your journey with us ends here.”

“Never knew you were a lying whore.” Jasmine murmurs under her breath as she walks past Y/N in the office.

It sucked. It truly did. Y/N could feel all eyes on her as she walked to her office to clean things up. It’s crazy how she used to feel so intimidated walking in these hallways, then after receiving a platinum job offer, she became confident. Now, she’s just embarrassed and ashamed as she packed her things up.

She tried her best to hold in her tears as she picked each picture frame off her bookshelf. “Everyone hates you, you know.” She looks to the left to see her close friend here from work, at her door.

“I know.” She bites her lip as she can feel tears forming in her eyes once again. Why can’t she stop crying? “You can insult me all you want. I’ve been receiving death threats all day from people I don’t know.” She looks down again and places random books in her bin.

“Is he the guy you were talking about a week ago or was this something that started in London.”

“We were together for a year until we broke things off a couple of months ago.” Y/N confesses as she wraps her arms around herself. Marissa carefully walks inside the room and approaches her. Without another word, she hugs Y/N very tightly.

“I’m going to miss you around here.” That’s all she said. It gave Y/N a mixed message because she didn’t know if their friendship ended here along with her potential career. A short message like that made her more upset.

To be frank, Marissa didn’t know what to feel. She understood Y/N and Harry. But the affair? If her husband did that to her, she could never forgive them. Maybe that’s how a lot of people see it. Not only was this a betrayal of a spouse but a betrayal of integrity to everyone they know.

And because of this, Marissa made the choice to keep her distance from this sweet girl. How betrayed and played she felt as her co-worker was sleeping with their married client behind the world’s back.

Y/N was a big mess. Her apartment used to be neat and organized as that’s how she is as a person but after coming home from work, scattered objects from her boxes laid lonely on her chestnut floors.

She sat on along with them, drinking from the bottle of red wine as she read through articles and mean tweets about her. The only hope she had was for Harry to come and comfort her.

The sad thing is… he hasn’t answered any of her texts or calls since she broke the news to him this morning. Funny enough, the display on her screen changed to a call and as she hoped it was Harry...it was her mother calling.

“Hello?” Y/N answer as she feels her cheeks become wet again. She was so embarrassed to talk to her mom. What does her mother think of her now?

“How have you been, baby?” Thankfully, she wasn’t angry but worried about her well being.

“Everyone hates me, mom. How am I supposed to find a job now.”

“You can come back home and I’ll take care of you.”

“I don’t want to leave LA.” Y/N feels her heart die a bit. LA was her dream. She wanted to make so many memories here. The only thing she gained was a reputation for being a man’s whore. She isn’t ready to leave and move back under her mom’s roof. After all her roof means her conservative rules.

“I think you need to.” Her mother pauses. “Have you spoken to that celebrity yet?”

“Yes.” Y/N lies. She didn’t want to feel worst, knowing Harry was purposely avoiding her.

“What did he say?”

“We’re going to talk about it soon.”

“Do you love him?” Her mother shoots out another question after the last one. She genuinely wanted to know how her daughter was but she couldn’t deny the disappointing feeling buried in her chest.

“Yes.”

“How long were you guys together?”

“A year?”

“Does he have children?”

“No.”

“Why do you think your value is cheap to be sleeping with a married man?”

“Mom!” Y/N eyes widen at the candid question.

“I’m not trying to hate on you Y/N. I just want to know why you let yourself be in this position.” Her mother lets out a sigh. “Do you think anyone will want to hire you after this scandal? Why couldn’t you wait until he got a divorce?”

“I love him.”

“He manipulated you!”

“No, he didn’t.” She pulls the phone away from her face due to being so irritated. “I thought you called me because you wanted to check up on me -Not to hate on my decisions!” She immediately hangs up the call and lays down on her floor.

Today has got be the worst day of her life.

It was the next morning after their affair was exposed and no one was feeling good. The rhythmic pattern of knocks on Y/N’s door wakes her up. She somehow managed to fall asleep on the floor last night leaving her to sit up and glance through her curtains to see the paparazzi loitering around downstairs. Letting out a sigh, she stands up and opens the door. Thankfully, she knew it was Harry from the way he knocked -which made her feel a whole lot better.

She opens the door and catches sight of him in front of her. Hope fills her eyes immediately as she quickly yanks him inside. Without another waste of breath, they hug each other so tightly. “Where were you? You weren’t answering my calls all day.” She mumbles into his shoulder. His arms wrapped around her, making her remember the little bubble they used to have before.

At least she knew they were safe here inside her apartment.

“I’m sorry. I had to speak to Jeff and handle my wife all day.” He pulls away and holds her face in his hands. “Y/N baby, I’m sorry for everything.”

“It’s okay.” She shakes her head and grabs his hand so she can lead them to her couch. “ Come sit down. How did you find your way into the building without getting caught?”

“I think you forgot I’m a pro at coming over here without getting seen.” He gives a small smile as he looks around her messy living room. “Did you sleep in here last tonight?” The throw blanket and tiny blue pillow on the floor catches his eye.

“Sorry about the mess.” She pulls her hand away from his. She fixes her hair as she manages to move the boxes out of the way. “I did yeah. Fell asleep.” Y/N bit her lip in anxiety. She was scared to tell him she lost her job because of their relationship.

“These boxes...” He continues to sit on the couch. He picks up a frame from one of them only to realize it was from her office. “Were you fired, Y/N?” His tone of voice automatically changing into a serious one.

“Well, I went to the meeting Paul called me in for yesterday. Luckily, I saw Ro-”

“Answer my question.” He deadly stares at her while the frame in his hand is gripped tightly in his fist.

“Yes.” Harry immediately stands up and reaches behind his pocket to grab his phone. “Wait, what are you doing?”

“I’m calling them, obviously.” He scratches his nose and glances at the window. As he held his phone to his ear on one side, he quickly walked around her apartment closing all her curtains. He keeps his standing stance once he finds himself back in the living room, leaving Y/N to sit on the couch and watch him.

“Harry, hang up.” She suggests as she watches his every move. “Please, stop.”

“Y/N, they fired you.” He tosses his phone to the floor after being ignored by the company. “They can’t do that!”

“Yes, they can. We um...I uh... I broke rules from my contract.”

“Fuck, Y/N.” She could see how broken he was from hearing that. He stressfully runs his hand through his hair as he looks at her. “I’m sorry for kissing you in the parking lot.”

“It’s not your fault.” She bites her cheek as she looks down at her hands. In all honestly, she did feel some sort of anger towards him -maybe because she just lost her job.

“Are you mad at me?” Harry sits down beside her and guides her to straddle him. She immediately complies and wraps her arms around his neck. She rests her cheek against his chest as she feels a tear run down her face. Hopefully, he doesn’t feel it.

“It’s just...Why are you married?” She fixes her position while she feels his fingers slide underneath her sweatshirt. She lets out a sigh and rubs her face against his thick shirt. “I mean why out of all the days we knew each other, we started out like this? Why did I have to meet you and fall in love?” She lets out her frustrated confession.

“I don’t regret anything.” Harry takes a hard swallow and kisses her temple. She immediately sits up and looks at him with a surprised look on her face.

“I lost my job and possibly my whole career!”

“Baby hey look,” He tightens his hold on her waist. “You’re not the only one. My career is obviously not doing well too. My fans are disappointed at me and I have this huge scandal on my back.”

“The only difference is you have money.” She crosses her arms. Harry gives her a strange look and sits up a bit.

“I don’t think we’re understanding each other.” He rests his hands by his side. “I don’t regret meeting you and falling in love. I don’t regret coming here every night to fall asleep beside you. You make me happy and if there is one thing I realized after our break up, it’s that I love you so much. You never stopped driving me crazy.”

“I’m sorry.” She shakes her head and pouts. “I’m just scared.” She breaks down in front of him. “You mean so much to me. I don’t want to lose you again. Now that I know we’re both fighting for each other, I don’t want to give up.”

“I don’t want to either.” He hugs her tightly. “You’re mine and I’m yours. We’re going to get through this despite what happened.”

“Harry.” Rob greets him since he’s already sitting at the table with the rest of their team. As Harry walked in with his coffee, he noticed the empty seat in front of his. That definitely made him angrier more than he thought.

Instead of greeting everyone with a smile or a handshake, he says nothing and sits down. Today was a serious meeting, so he decided to wear a casual suit. He fixes his blazer and rubs his chin. “Let’s get started,” he speaks up in a monotone voice.

Jasmine speaks up after making eye contact with Rob. “Your name has been trending for the past few days so as Y/N’s.”

“I think I would know that.” He gives her cut eye and rolls his eyes at the end. He remembered last night, Y/N told him what she said to her. If only, he could get her fired.

“Harry, Tour starts in a month. Should we continue with it?” Rob asks.

“Yes.” He folds his hands on the table, trying to not look at the empty chair.

“But your reputation-”

“I want to release a public statement.”

“I think that’s a good idea but what could you possibly say that can help your fans understand your cheat-” Jasmine gets cut off again by Harry.

“Jasmine stop.” He takes a sip of his coffee. Everyone’s eyes widen at his tone.

“Harry, do you know what you want to say?” Darlene, his publicist asks. Jeff stayed silent as he listened to the conversation. Harry quickly glances at him before continuing on.

“I’ll write everything myself and upload them on my social platforms when I’m ready.”

After the meeting ended, Harry stayed in his seat as he watched everyone leave. It was different knowing he would never see Y/N be one of them ever again. Marissa stalls a bit, cleaning up her papers as she looked up and spoke to him. “Shouldn’t you go to Rob’s office so you can join his meeting with Jeff?” Harry nods his head but doesn’t move.

“How is she?” She genuinely asks him. He looks at her and plays with the pen in his hand.

“She’s been locked up inside her apartment for the past two days.” He was too, to be honest. He only left her building to change at his house and come to this meeting. Lately, they’ve been spending as much time together.

“Can you please tell her I love her?” Marissa leans her hip on the table and quickly wipes away a tear. “I understand her. I just feel a bit betrayed at the moment.”

“Okay.” He sits immediately and pulls out his phone. “I’m going to head to Rob’s now but I hope you girls stay friends. She doesn’t um exactly have anybody except for me.” She nods her head and walks around the table to give him a hug.

“Take care of her, Harry.”

Harry’s hands were shaking as he was about to post his message about his cheating scandal for millions to see. He did feel a bit reassured by Rob and Jeff, however. They promised him, they would try their best to fix his reputation and keep him and Y/N out of the media after this blows over. Since he still had two more years with Columbia, Rob also told him he would switch Jasmine out of his team. Maybe things will go well after a while?

Posted 7:18 PM

A/N Bruh if this picture is blurry fuck I'm going to stuff my fist down my throat. I’ll just repost the message here hahah booooo! where are my tomatoes?

harrystyles To my fans, to the people who know me and most importantly to my wife I’m sorry. Nothing can excuse the reason why I cheated. Secretly behind the cameras, my marriage was already on a rocky path that she and I made the choice not to fix. We began to drift away from one another after a couple months in our marriage. With strong denial, both of us chose to let it be and continue the negative impact that was affecting us both. In 2017, I met an intern at my label who I never thought would change my life. I’m sorry that you all had to find out this way. Never in my life would I have thought I would be the man who cheats on his wife but please understand my marriage was broken from the very beginning. I’m not trying to hand out excuses to you all but instead, share an insight into what my life is. It’s hard to have eyes watching me every day without them knowing anything about me. No one will understand how I felt and what dilemmas and issues I’ve been through but that’s okay. I spoke to my wife and we have decided to officially separate as we realized it was time. Cheating is never okay and I understand if you are angry at me or choose to unfollow me. I will forever be grateful for your support as I continue my journey in life. Y/N, I love you. Thank you for being my rock this past year. I’m sorry for all the hurt you’ve been going through. I know you don’t deserve this because you’re the most genuine and sweetest girl I adore. You’re my soulmate and I wouldn't be as happy as I was without you. H

“Are you really going to go?” Y/N bit the sleeve of her sweater as she sat on her bed watching Harry pack his clothes into his luggage. After this past week, he was able to pick most of his stuff up from his house. Now Y/N’s apartment was more claustrophobic than usual. A couple of days ago, he also posted his statement. Luckily most of his fans understood him, even though there is still some backlash about it.

“I disappointed my fans enough. I think I should.” He itches his nose and sits down beside her. “You’re going to be a good girl for me while I’m gone right.” Her cheeks turn red as she shyly nods.

“I’ll miss you.”

“I’m going to miss you too.” he kisses her

“I need to find a job or else my mom is going to cut me off and make me move back home.”

“I’ll figure something out. Don’t worry about it.” He kisses her neck. “Did you forget your boyfriend is a mega-millionaire?”

“He’s also married.” She teases him back. Fortunately, her anxiety hasn’t been that bad due to Harry being by her side 24/7. She was getting used to being in their bubble all the time.

“Not in 6 months.” his tongue dips out of his mouth as he gives her little kisses on her chest. “You’re really beautiful did you know that?”

“I think you’re gorgeous.” She bites her lip as she takes in the smell of his cologne on her pillow. It’s been nice waking up to him every morning. Something she has not been able to really do ever since they started seeing each other.

“Mmm, really.” He looks up her at her as he slowly raises her thin T-shirt. “Are you trying to get some extra brownie points before I leave?” He kisses her belly button.

“Maybe?” She squints her eyes and smiles at him.

“I love you, Y/N. I hope you know that.”

“I love you.” She reaches for him again so they can kiss. His hands quickly hold onto her waist as she sits up and tries to remove his shirt. “You’re going to be leaving me again” She whispers to him while she stares into his green eyes.

“I’ll be thinking of you every day.”

“Without you, I’m scared. Promise you’ll stay by my side.”

“I’ll check on you daily. I got you as long as you got me.” He gives her a cheesy smile making her eyes light up. He leans down to kiss her once more as he guides her to lay down on the bed. “Remember the first time I fucked you? On your dining room table.”

“Mhm.” Y/N hums as she feels his hands take off her shorts.

“How about that time after we got back together and I ate you out on the plane?”

“Harry.” She bites her lip while she watches him rub his two fingers on her wet center.

“You’re such a good girl for daddy yeah?” He slips his fingers underneath the fabric then gives it a taste. “I’m going to miss the way you like crazy baby.” he bits his lip as he sits on his knees. He takes her legs and opens them a bit wider. His hands roam her body as if this was the last time they were going to be together.

“I want you now.” She lifts her shirt up as she watches Harry grope her breasts.

“Patience bub.” He smirks at her as his hands take her underwear off. “You’re my baby.” He softly bites her nipple. “My precious girl.” He kisses the spot where her heart is. “I think you were made for me.”

She smiles softly as she kisses the same spot on his body. “You deserve the world.”

“Aw fuck. I‘m so in love with you.” He smiles so happily as he looks up at her ceiling. He’s never felt like this with anyone except for her. It’s everything about her that reels her in. Her smile, her soft personality, her sweet kisses, and her loving soul. How did he miss out on her before?

“Well, don’t just say it. Show me.”

It’s been a month since Harry left for tour and although he promised to check on her every day -it stopped.

At first, Y/N thought nothing about it. After all, maybe he’s just busy with his shows (you know since he’s touring the world but after a while, he stopped answering her texts. That’s when she knew he was doing it on purpose.

At the moment, she was working at an art gallery in East Los Angeles. Luckily, she was working in the offices upstairs sorting their finances. It was hard at first finding a job and that was something she never told Harry.

Every record label and management wanted nothing to do with her. Y/N could barely leave the house without a group of girls whispering behind her back. Lastly, she still had new recent paparazzi pictures of her on daily mail.

Without Harry, she felt lonely and excluded from everyone else in Los Angeles. She still cried herself to sleep on some nights because she just felt like an overall disappointment.

Knocks on her door make her confused as she cooked herself some lunch in the kitchen. Dusting her hands off on her apron, she lets go of her knife and tomato and heads to the foyer.

“Hello.” There she was. In real life. Harry’s ex-wife. Y/N has only seen her once and now that it was her second time, she still felt intimidated.

“Hi.” Y/N unties her apron and hooks it on the hook beside her. She felt insecure to be in such a lousy outfit compared to her boyfriend’s supermodel ex-wife.

“I’m sorry I came out of the blue. I got your address from my assistant and I wanted to speak to you.”

“Oh, that’s okay. Come inside. Did you see any paparazzi.”

“Harry told me to go through the back.” Does she still speak to Harry? He’s been ignoring me for a few days now.

“Um Okay. Would you like anything?”

“No.” She gives a soft smile as she looks around her apartment. She eyes Harry sweater laying on the other couch and takes a swallow. “I wanted to see you face to face than through call. Plus I wanted to see the apartment my husband would sneak off to every night.”

“I’m sorry about what Harry and I did to you.”

“Don’t mention it.” She shakes her head. “You’re just sorry because you got caught.” Y/N’s eyes widen. “I didn’t come here to fight with you. I came here to get some closure so I can move on with my life. We sold our house in hidden hills. Although my marriage was broken I think being publicly humiliated was traumatizing enough.”

“I understand.” she tucks her hair behind her ear.

“Do you love him?”

“Yes.”

“Does he make you feel special? Make you feel like your the only girl in the world?” She eyes her apartment once more. “Does he fuck you until you forget your own name?”

“I’m sorry what the fuck.” Y/N stands up and crosses her arms. “What are doing here? Get to the point.”

“I’m just here to tell you that whatever he makes you feel right now, it’s going to disappear. After all, he’s famous. He can have anything in the world. It won’t take too long until he gets tired of you.”

“Get out of my apartment.”

“You should’ve gotten out of my marriage before you weaselled yourself in bitch!”

“Leave!” Y/N shouts. As she takes the woman’s Gucci bag and throws it towards her door. After she left, Y/N couldn’t help but cry and lose her appetite for lunch.

I’m a whore. I’m a whore. I’m nothing but a whore.

She was starting to get used to having a pale life. Where there were no butterflies or colours. No new exciting promotions or scenarios at work. Now she adapted to a routine of eat, sleep and repeat.

What sparked her day differently today, however, was the arms wrapped around her as she woke up in her sheets. It was him.

“Harry?” She slowly opens her eyes as she turns onto her back to see him half-awake as he laid down on the pillow beside her.

“Hi.” He gives her a soft smile.

“What are you doing here?” She sits up and looks at her phone. “Don’t you have a show tomorrow in Canada?”

“Mhm. I missed you though.” He pulls himself closer to her and kisses her arm.

“You’ve been ignoring my texts this past week.” She pushes her arm off him and pouts.

“That’s because I was busy and I was scared I might tell you my little secret a bit too early.”

“What?”

“Get dressed.”

Y/N kept silent as she watched Harry drive in his car. She sat in the passenger seat observing the way he drove. One of his hands on the wheel as the other held her hand. The shades on his eyes resting so pretty on the bridge of his nose. He was such a dream to look at.

“How have you been, baby? How’s that job at the art gallery?” He glances at her before pulling his hand away so he can take a bite out of her bagel. It was the early morning so the sun was just about to rise as they continue to drive forward.

“It’s been boring. No one has been really talking to me. If they do, they ask if I can get you to meet them.” She rolls her eyes and takes his arm so she can take a bite of the bread in his hand.

“Your boyfriend is famous? He can’t be that popular?”

“He was actually trending for a few days.” She smiles. “How have you been?”

“I’m still getting shit from my management because of what happened a month ago.” He takes another bite of the bagel as he keeps his eyes on the road. “You know, I think if the gossip sources would stop talking about it, everyone could move on. This is about us not them. They’re just judging us without any mercy.”

“I know.” Y/N thinks back about the death threats flooding her Instagram dms.

“We’re here.” Harry signals his light as he turns into a long-hidden driveway. Suddenly a big beautiful white home comes into view. Y/N never thought houses this big would be in Malibu.

“Who’s house is this?” She asks as she gazes at the beautiful sunset behind the home. The ocean was beautiful as the sunlight reflected against it. Harry ignores her as they both approach the main door.

Y/N was waiting for him to knock or call the owner but instead, he opens it. “Harry, you can’t do that!” He smiles and looks at her.

“Why not?” He walks in and looks straight at the big window showing the water.

“This isn’t your house.”

“True.” He shrugs his shoulders and turns himself towards her. He takes his hands and rests them on her waist.

“Then uh who’s is it?” She widens her eyes and looks around the beautiful big home.

“It’s ours.”

“What? Is this why you’ve been ignoring my texts?” he nods as she jumps into his arms.

“I was a bit busy decorating a new home and running a world tour.”

“I love you. I hope you know that.” She gives a small smile and hides her face in his chest.

“I love you too baby.” He smiles and spins her around. “I’m sorry for all the shit I put you through.”

“It’s okay. Thank you for the new home.” she pulls away and looks at the view in front of them. She takes a big gulp and looks at him.

And as much as Harry thought this was his happy ending with the girl he loves, he never took into account how much their exposed affair has impacted her.

He never realized that she didn’t want to stay in California anymore. That she feels like a new stranger in this life that she built. That her dream career was taken away from her. What’s going to happen? Can love truly sustain them both as reality continues to stuff their consequences down their throats?

“As much as I want to live here with you here, Harry… I don’t think I can. I don’t think I’m ready.”

“Y/N.” Harry was not expecting that answer. “It will be like the usual you know, you already know what to expect.” He tries to convince her.

“No, I won’t.” She shakes her head. Why does she have to always be the one to ruining things for them? Maybe, because on the inside, she feels like a house can’t make her feel better about her new life? “You’re going to be gone most of the time. What happens if we end up like your marriage?”

“Don’t you see I’m trying?” He speaks a bit more in a serious tone. “I know with your new job you won’t be able to live in your shoebox apartment without your mum’s help. I want to take care of you!”

“What are people going to think? You’re living with your mistress!”

“Fuck what people think! I thought you said we were going to be in this together.” He was confused. Why couldn’t she just live with him in this house he bought for her.

“Harry, I did say that and I still do but don’t force me to move in with you. I’m not ready.”

“What can possibly be holding you back?” His voice softens.

“My life is falling apart and being picked every day!” She rubs her eyes in frustration.

“Everyone knows we’re together, isn’t that what you wanted.”

“Not like this, Harry. You know that.”

“Yeah, I do but it happened. Now we can just be together despite what they say about our cheating scandal.”

“No one wants to hire me” She looks at him again with disappointment in her eyes.

“You have a job already at the gallery. What do you mean?”

“The owner owes a favour to my mom but I can’t use anything useful with all the experience I have. Every management and label rejected me before I could even get an interview.”

“Are you saying all of this is my fault.” He scoffs. “Y/N, it's a job. There are tons more out there that you can use your experience for.”

“I don’t think you understand how important my job was to me.”

“The job that I got you?” He sarcastically replies back. “I’ll try and get you-”

“Shut up.” She rolls her eyes.

“Okay fine, you don’t want to move in with me. Where do we go from here?” He lets out a sigh and looks around the home. He was mad they weren’t going to live here but he didn’t want her to leave him.

“I don’t know.”

“It’s okay. I understand. You can leave, they all do.” Y/N immediately looks away from the window and looks at him instead.

“Who said I was leaving. I love you.” She raises her hand next to his. “We can wait until I feel like I’m ready to start a new chapter.”

“Actually I have a plan.” He smiles mischievously at her and pulls her out of the home.

Thankfully, Harry brought her to a hidden beach where they could spend some time together after being apart for so long. They spent hours talking about their lives and new things they haven’t shared with each other before.

Y/N even told him everything about how she’s been feeling these past few days. She came to the decision that Los Angeles isn’t for her anymore. And although she would love to live with Harry, she needed to figure out her life first. After all, this was her only serious relationship.

And because he was so understanding and patient with her after he learned about everything she was hiding from him. He made sure to be the boyfriend he should’ve been a year ago.

That’s when she knew he had to marry her.

2 years later…

“Harry!” Y/N calls him from the stairs.

It’s been two years since they began to date publicly after their affair was exposed. Luckily a few months after, his divorce was finalized and the media laid off their backs.

Now the couple lives happily together in their new home but it isn’t in Malibu but instead his home in London where he first brought her to. It’s were they made up and realized that they belong to each other -this had to be their home. And suddenly it felt like London belonged to them where they can start a new chapter in their lives. There was barely any paparazzi here and everyone accepted Y/N with open arms, especially Anne.

“What’s wrong, babe?” He runs down the stairs with a gym towel on his shoulder.

“Take Evelyn please.” She gently gives their 1-year-old baby to her Finacé. “I have to run down the office. Louis needs me.”

Funny enough when they moved to London, a job offer was presented to her from Harry’s bandmate Louis Tomlinson. Due to their long term time hiatus from the band, he decided to start his own management company and help aspiring artists start their journey off in the right hands.

Now, Y/N worked as a marketing agent for the company. Although there was no Rob or Marissa, she did find herself having more memories here at fearless management.

Maybe the only thing left to do is get married?

You taught me a secret language

I can't speak with anyone else

And you know damn well

For you, I would ruin myself

A million little times

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eralisse · 3 years

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Brothers Conflict: Passion Pink - Kaname Route - Main 16/Kaname 6 - Truth

As you may notice, even though I'm playing in order now, I've skipped a few scenes. Mainly because I disagree with their characterization, or they're just fillers with no plot, and I'm translating to give myself fanfiction material. Scenes where the game author appears to have taken a leaf out of the anime script instead of the light novel will not be prioritized.

As always, my comments will be at the bottom. And I invite you to comment in the comment/response area!

Summary: Ema learns of her adoption status.

Brothers Conflict Translations Index

November 13, 2010 (Saturday)

Juli: Huh. Even though they’re both busy, they clean up quite a bit.

Ema: Hmm. Instead of them cleaning, perhaps it’s because Papa and Miwa-san are so busy with work that they’re not home much…?

Juli: Indeed, that could be it.

(Today, we borrowed the spare key, and came over to Papa and Miwa-san’s new house. But like always, the two of them were busy, and right now, it was just Juli and me in the house.)

Juli: They asked you to organize the photos taken at the wedding ceremony, right?

Ema: Yes. Papa said that there were so many photos of the brothers that they still haven’t been touched.

Juli: Certainly, if that many people are gathered, it’ll be hard work to organize the photos.

Ema: Yeah, if we don’t get started soon, the sun will set.

Juli: That’s true, so let’s get started right now.

Ema: Yes!

Juli: Hm, what’s this? Haha! Chi is pretty cute in this one, huh?

Ema: Ehh, which one? I want to see!

Juli: Here.

Ema: … Why am I eating cake with such a serious face…?

Juli: Gluttony is a good look.

Ema: Erghhh....

Juli: Ahh, this one is of Kaname. When he’s not talking, he’s a handsome man.

Ema: Ahaha, that’s true! Hey hey, Wataru-chan is super cute in this one!!

Juli: Isn’t that… a photo of when Wataru and Masaomi made a speech at the reception?

Ema: Yeah. When it looked like Wataru was starting to ad-lib in the middle, Masaomi couldn’t keep up, and got really impatient.

Juli: This is a photo of Tsubaki and Azusa singing together.

Ema: Speaking of which, Tsubaki and Azusa’s song was really well-done! Their harmony was pretty, which I thought it was as expected (of the twins).

Juli: Oh, this one is of Yuusuke.

Ema: … Why are there so many photos of Yuusuke-kun eating dinner…?

Juli: Haha, he couldn’t lose to Chi in wearing gluttony.

Ema: Juli, stop it… Oh…? There don’t seem to be many photos of Iori-san and Fuuto-kun…

Juli: Those two were always surrounded by female guests, so there probably weren’t many chances to take photos of them?

Ema: That’s right…

Juli: … Anyway, it’s definitely a spectacle when the brothers are gathered together. I would be happy just going through photos like this.

Ema: Very true.

(The me up until last year could not have imagined this situation. To be surrounded by so much family… Right now, I’m really happy.)

Juli: To have forgotten our original purpose, even while looking straight at it, such weakness.

Ema: Hehe, indeed. Let’s hurry up and finish, and then after collecting them, take our time looking! Miwa-san did tell me, “There are unused albums on a shelf”...

Juli: Do you see something like that…?

Ema: Hmm, I wonder if she forgot to place them…? Ah, perhaps they’re inside this box?

(There was a brand new box in the corner of a shelf. Inside it were many envelopes, and a notebook.)

Ema: … Mm? What’s this?

Juli: Hm, a maternity health record book?

Ema: The child’s name is “Ema Nagami”...? Ema is my name though… but “Nagami”...?

Juli: ……!!

(...... What is this apprehension…!?)

Ema: Hey, Juli… This here… The parents’ names are… Kenji and Yukie Nagami… “Yukie” is my mom’s name. … But “Kenji” is…?

Juli: …

Ema: I… I don’t understand the meaning of this… My dad’s name is Rintarou Hinata. Rintarou Hinata, right…? What’s this…?

Juli: H-hey! What are you doing, Chi!!?

Ema: …… Looking for more! This has to be a mistake……!

Juli: Chi… You should stop…

Ema: What’s this…?

(From an envelope that was in the box, an old photo somehow came out. It was a photo of Papa and a man I didn’t know… And, the man I didn’t know was holding onto a baby… The man’s smile was truly happy…)

Ema: There’s something written on the back… This, it’s my birth date… “With Kenji and Ema”?

Juli: Chi…

Ema: … What is… this…?

Rintarou: I’m home--

Ema: ……!?

Rintarou: Ahh, Ema. You’ve come.

Ema: Papa…

Rintarou: Work ended earlier than I thought it would today. Since I heard Ema was coming, I came home quickly.

Ema: ……

Rintarou: …… Ema?

Ema: ……

Rintarou: ……! Where did you get that photo…!?

Ema: …… While organizing the photos from the wedding, I found this box by chance……

Rintarou: That box…!

Ema: Hey, Papa. The maternity health record book that was in the box, that’s not mine, right…? Because, I don’t know the name “Nagami”... And, who’s “Kenji Nagami”...?

Rintarou: Th-that’s…

Ema: Where it says Ema… Yukie… it’s just a coincidence, right…? It just happened to be the same as Mama’s and my names, and has nothing to do with us, right…!?

Rintarou: ……!

Ema: Hey… Say it’s wrong, Papa… Say it’s not about me…! Say it’s not my record book…! Because, this isn’t Papa’s name…!? My dad’s name is “Rintarou Hinata”, my mom’s name is “Yukie Hinata”, and I… I’m… “Ema Hinata”, right…!?

Rintarou: Ema…

Ema: I don’t understand this photo! Who is this person by Papa…? Why does it have my birthdate and name written on the back…? I don’t know this photo! I don’t know this man! The baby in this photo… isn’t me!!!

Rintarou: ……

Ema: Because… Because… My dad is……!

Rintarou: Ema… I’d like to say something.

Ema: …...o.

Rintarou: Eh…?

Ema: No! What you’re going to say… I don’t want to hear it!!

Rintarou: H-hey! Wait, Ema!!

(Just earlier, I was laughing and saying I was happy...

I ran from the room, to flee from reality…)

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(How long will I be here like this…

Even so, I can’t get up from this park bench.

… The tears won’t stop.

I’m definitely not my dad’s child.

That’s probably what Papa wanted to say.

The maternity health record book and photo.

Even though when I look at those items, I can understand it in my head, I’m scared to hear it from Papa directly…

If I hear those words from none other than Papa’s lips, I feel that I will become all alone…

No matter how much I cry, the tears keep coming one after another.)

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Kaname: What’s up, Imouto-chan.

Ema: …… Kaname-san?

Kaname: The day’s gotten dark, and it’s dangerous to be in this kind of place by yourself, you know?

Ema: ……

Kaname: Are you crying?

Ema: I, I’m fine.

Kaname: … My precious little sister, even with such swollen eyes, can’t simply answer “Yes, that’s right”, huh.

Ema: … Um, Kaname-san, how are you here…

Kaname: Rintarou-san contacted us at home. Said you’d ran off. Right now, everyone’s looking for you.

Ema: … Everyone?

Kaname: Yup. … We also heard about your situation.

(I see… So everyone already knows.)

Kaname: Hey. Do you feel like going home yet?

Ema: ……

Kaname: I see I see… I think it’s not unreasonable for you to be confused. I understand the feeling of wanting to be alone to cry.

Ema: … Kaname-san wouldn’t understand. Not about my feelings…!

Kaname: That’s true. I can’t understand 100%. But, I can imagine. Having something that you’ve believed up until now being shattered… Perhaps not knowing where to put your faith?

Ema: ……

Kaname: I’m a monk, remember. People that are suffering, people that are sad, I see many of them. That’s why right now, I can understand what kind of feelings you have.

Ema: I… see…

Kaname: However-- This is a problem only you can overcome. I can’t tell you what to do.

Ema: Eh…

Kaname: Whether you accept that you’re Rintarou’s adopted daughter, or not, is something only you can decide.

Ema: … Please don’t say that! That… If I accept that, I’ll…!

(I feel… I’ll truly become alone…)

Kaname: … I’m sorry.

(--Eh?)

Kaname: For saying that even though you don’t like it.

(Kaname’s arms wrapped around me tentatively…)

Kaname: I said earlier, that this is your problem. I can’t change that. … However.

Ema: ……?

Kaname: I can support you as you overcome this. If you need it.

Ema: Kaname-san…

Kaname: It’s okay to not smile if you can’t, and it’s okay to cry as much as you feel like. However, you can’t turn your eyes away from the problem. You have to overcome this, okay?

Ema: ……

(Quiet but powerful, Kaname’s voice went straight to my heart… There was none of the normal lightheartedness or playfulness…)

Ema: … I.

Kaname: Hm?

Ema: I thought Kaname-san would have more gentle words at such a time…

Kaname: Mm, is that so?

Ema: Yes… But somehow, I’ve opened my eyes.

Kaname: Opened your eyes?

Ema: I ran without listening to Papa’s side, and regret that. Even though I should have heard what he had to say properly...

Kaname: Yes.

Ema: I’ll… go talk to Papa. There has to be some deep reason for why he’s kept such an important thing secret until now… It’s not too late now…. Is it?

Kaname: It’s not late. I expect that Rintarou-san has been waiting for you to say this.

Ema: Yes…

Kaname: You’ll be fine. I’m here by your side. For as long as you strive to overcome this, I will support you. --- You can do it.

Ema: Thank you… Kaname-san.

(Kaname’s arms were filled with strength… Somehow, I found them very reliable…)

Kaname: ……… How unusual. You haven’t fled.

Ema: Eh?

Kaname: I seem to have gotten caught up in the moment.

Ema: Huh?

Kaname: May I comfort Imouto-chan? Would it be alright to kiss?

Ema: Wha…! How did it get to this topic!

Kaname: Because, it seemed like that kind of atmosphere.

Ema: What atmosphere! Enough! (Please) let go of me!

Kaname: Ehhhh. But the mood was finally good--.

(Despite everything, Kaname-san is light-hearted…

However, I can’t run forever…

I must thank Kaname-san, who pushed me forward.

I’ll meet with Papa.

We’ll meet, and I’ll listen properly to what he has to say…!)

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Comments

I think this is one of the few scenes in the game where Kaname gets closest to how he is in the novels? He's got quite a few scenes in the books where he has Talks with Ema. And frankly, he's one of the few people that will sit her down for personal conversations.

Regarding this scene in particular--

I'm not sure Ema is entirely overreacting? Sure, the actual shouting and such is a little dramatic, but this has been hidden from her her whole life (she's 17 at this date). Would I be able to stand to be in the same room as Rintarou at that time if I were her? Probably not.

Also, despite their whole talk about facing the problem, I'm not sure they're talking about the same issue? Kaname thinks that she's having issues accepting that she's adopted. Which, she is, but when he shows up, she's already getting there, but her issue is that she thinks she'll be alone. And nothing during this scene directly addresses that. All that talk about Kaname being close to a mind-reader, and ehhhhh, close but no cigar. At least Rui addresses it in the anime/novels.

I also understand that there may be some word limits on the scene, but Ema sure came around quickly. If only 2 lines of dialogue from someone could soothe real life scenarios as effectively!

As for my feelings on Rintarou--- Well, those anime screens of Ema cooking for herself, and taking care of herself when sick, when she was just a little kid, really stuck with me. Clearly, he's not been available, because I don't recall Ema going to him for help at any time. If he had been a more present parent, surely she would have turned to him more (or not, because forced plot reasons). And yet somehow, the two have a good relationship, but maybe it's just from movie magic.

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naitiaclo960writings · 4 years

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Day 7 - Domestic

The moment you feel at home is when you start decorating the house. Dean had been repeating this to Sam ever since they had officially established their headquarters in the Men of Letters bunker. First of all, he began by displaying his favorite weapons in his room: his sawed-off shotgun, the machete he had made in Purgatory, a grenade launcher, his father’s fighting knives, his first stake… Quickly, the souvenir albums had left Baby’s trunk to weigh down the drawers of his bedside table.

Sam ended up imitating him by putting his clothes in the closet first, then his computer pouch in the desk, and finally he ended up storing countless books and tapes in boxes by his bed. Dean had obviously taken over the kitchen as quickly as possible and built his famous "Dean Cave" while Sam could spend whole nights devouring every book in the library or archives.

Castiel had also inherited a room — although it was rarely occupied — and was particularly fond of the calm of the infirmary, watching over one of the two brothers when necessary. Jack, for his part, was in the only house he had ever known and cherished every wall in this underground lair.

However, everyone agreed that the refrigerator was undoubtedly their favorite part of the bunker. The Men of Letters' was not a simple American fridge with two doors, nor even a fridge with a minibar option. No, their refrigerator was absolutely gigantic, with several doors dug directly into the wall and at least two meters of metal in width.

Of course, the food gets everybody to agree —especially when Dean felt like making his own handmade burgers— but that wasn’t the only reason this family was particularly fond of the fridge. It was not so much what was in it that found grace in their eyes, but what was on it.

The first person to hang anything on it was Sam. Tired of having to repeat to his brother to buy vegetables, he had then written a precise shopping list before hanging it with a magnet on the door containing the beers, certain that Dean would fall face to face with it before the end of the day. In response, Dean had hung another post-it on a lower door saying, "Here, rabbit man."

Soon after, Jack felt confident enough to hang one of his drawings, then another. Castiel had happily added the menu of this Chinese restaurant on the outskirts of Lebanon where the Winchesters loved to order after finishing a case. Dean had pinned a few handwritten recipes and Sam was again the first to put a picture of the four of them in the library, playing board games. Months later, Dean solemnly hung his wedding announcement with Castiel below the date of their first kiss, lovingly scribbled on a piece of paper. Little by little, the fridge was filled with memories and post-it notes, a fresco of their lives spread out among the gates of the metal surface.

It was past midnight when Sam decided to have a pick-me-up to continue his search among the archives. He proceeded as usual to his reserved part of the refrigerator when a bright yellow post-it attracted his attention. He knew every photo on this fridge so well that the slightest new element was now popping into his eyes and he came closer to read what it was saying.

"I’m sorry. Can we talk?"

It was definitely Dean’s handwriting. Sam frowned, the cogs of his brain creaking in his head. He hadn’t had a fight with his brother recently, it was barely if he’d seen him for the last two days. Jack had been on vacation with Jody since the beginning of the week and Castiel had left the bunker for… oh.

Dean and Castiel had a fight five days ago. Sam had not really understood the reason for the argument, the two of them shouting at each other behind closed doors before they remained silent for hours. This was the reason why Dean had been locked up in his room since Tuesday and that Castiel only came back from time to time to wander like a lost soul before leaving for an indefinite period. This message was therefore not addressed to him, Sam realized. It was a cry for help from his brother to Castiel. Although the angel did not need to drink or eat, it was true that he particularly liked to look at the refrigerator whenever he could as a reminder of why he called this place "his home".

Sam pinched his lips and decided not to interfere. It was something between his brother and his best friend and he would be there if they asked him for support, but not before. Although troubled, Sam grabbed a beer and a few cherry tomatoes before leaving the kitchen.

To his surprise, the first post-it did not stay on the refrigerator very long. The following day he had been replaced by a note written with much more careful writing despite the austerity of the words.

"You said everything you had to say and so did I."

A cold anger sweated in Castiel’s words. Sam was still in the kitchen when Dean made his entrance, heading for the food first as usual. He was also present when his brother’s eyes fell on the note and he froze to read it in silence. A few seconds later, Dean unpinned the post-it before wrinkling it and throwing it in the trash. He returned to his room without even getting the breakfast he had come to fetch.

"I’m an idiot. Please pick up your phone." Said the following note three days later accompanied by a photo of Dean and Castiel wearing reindeer antennas for Christmas that they had celebrated with family two years earlier. Sam recognized Dean’s trembling hand behind every word.

Sam soon found himself opening the refrigerator more often than usual simply to find out how his brother and Castiel were progressing in their fight, worried about each one of them. Dean was still as silent as a tomb about it and he hadn’t seen Castiel for a week now. Whatever happened between them, it was by far the longest argument the couple has had to date.

Dean’s last note remained unanswered.

When Sam opened the fridge door one morning to take milk, the post-it had been replaced by another still written by Dean.

"Sorry Seems to Be the Hardest Word, Elton John"

Sam could not help a small smile from appearing on his face. Dean had always been more gifted with music than words, but the mere fact that he chose Elton John showed something fragile and sincere. Sam hoped Castiel would get the hint. Just below this post-it was pinned a photo of their fingers intertwined, the bright wedding rings to their fingers, as well as a large black feather.

Indeed, the next day, Dean’s note was still there, but this time accompanied by a second piece of paper with an address.

"716 E Montana Ave, 1312, Baker. Room 17. You’re the One that I Want, Grease."

Not more than an hour later, Dean had gathered his belongings and was already finding an excuse to Sam when this one cut him off. They exchanged a look which they alone knew the secret before Dean nodded and fondly patted his shoulder. The next minute, the Impala’s engine was growling in the garage before moving away, leaving Sam free to go and have breakfast with Jack in the kitchen.

When Dean returned two days later, it was with Castiel next to him and a weight off their shoulders. Sam sent them a simple, gentle smile before going to hug his brother and Castiel. When he got up to bring them beers, he noticed that the post-its had not left the refrigerator. However, no one ever removed them afterwards.

The family simply added other memories as life slowly resumed in the bunker.

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ourloveisforthelovely · 4 years

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In the Light 2

Harry Potter

Characters Sirius Black x Reader

Link to Chapter 1

Rating: Mature for minor smut

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“You’ll never see him again.”

Your eyes snapped open. The darkness of the room surrounded you leaving you almost gasping for air. For a moment, you couldn’t help wondering if the events of that day had been only a dream? A dark sense of despair filled you leaving you almost panicking.

You weren’t sure why the feeling bothered you so. This was a feeling that you awoke to plenty of times in the past years. It seemed anytime that you dreamed of Sirius in any form of romantic way a nightmare was always to follow. For whatever reason, you weren’t allowed to think of the man you loved in a romantic light anymore.

Maybe it wasn’t being allowed to dream romantically but your brain coming back to say…

“It was only a dream! You’ll never touch him again!”

You swallowed, wanting to fight back the impending panic attack. There had been too many nights spent rocking back and forth in sobs or looking at your wedding album as a sobbing.

A warm body moving beside you quickly pulled you from your thoughts. Instant relief flooded through you as the moment you realized Sirius was lying beside you. He lay with one arm behind his head. He still sleeps the same way , you thought with a smile. You blushed the moment Sirius’ dark eyes fluttered open. A smirk crossed his face as Sirius looked at you.

“Come over here and keep me warm.”

You didn’t need to be told twice before pouncing on top of Sirius. He quickly pulled you down into a soft kiss.

“This is the way that we meant to wake up.”

Sirius muttered before kissing a small path down your neck. Your eyes clenched shut as you enjoyed every small touch Sirius had to give you.

“Is it a dream?”

You whispered as Sirius rocked his hips against your body. Your eyes closed, savoring the feeling of impending intimacy.

“Then it's a good one.”

Sirius replied. He had no plans to let you get within two feet of him anytime soon. There were 15 years worth of lovemaking to catch up on and Sirius didn’t plan to waste a moment of time. He knew that he would have to get a grip on himself when Harry arrived but for now, he had you all to himself.

Has she been with anyone else?

The dark thought crept back into Sirius’s mind. He was internally furious with himself for wondering that thought alone. The snob in him didn’t want to admit that he spent a good chunk of time in prison wondering if you had moved on or not. What if you fell in love with someone else? Someone like...Snape. The mere thought of Snape putting his miserable hands on you made Sirius’ temper rage.

“Have you slept with anyone else while I was away?”

The question came out quicker than Sirius meant for it to. Your shocked face told Sirius all that he needed to know.

“What?”

You snapped before getting off of Sirius. The question shocked you to the core! Why would he even think something like that?

You scooted to the edge of the bed and stared angrily at the floor.

“What kind of question is that?”

You asked coldly. Sirius sighed and sat up. He lit a cigarette and pushed his hair out of his eyes.

“It's a fair one. I was locked away in prison. You were young and beautiful. It was completely possible for you to move on.”

You jumped up and quickly started searching for your missing clothes.

“That is a horrible question! I married you! No one else has touched me.”

Sirius groaned when he realized that you were angry. He quickly put out the cigarette and got out of bed.

“I’m sorry, love. Come here.”

You didn’t speak for a moment as Sirius wrapped his arm around you.

“Y/n, I’m sorry. That was on my mind for years.”

You were quiet for a moment before pulling Sirius back in bed with you. Sirius quickly wrapped the duvet around your bodies.

“Y/n?”

Your eyes rolled up to his. “Again, the answer is no. When you put this ring on my finger it meant that I was for you and you only.”

Sirius was relieved by the comment. The two of you lay in silence looking at the ceiling. Sirius’ long fingers stroked through your hair. After a few moments, Sirius chuckled.

“What?”

You asked. Sirius eased your leg over his hip.

“I never thought that we would be making love in my old bedroom.”

You couldn’t help but giggle at the thought too. If Sirius’ mother was alive and knew what the two of you were in here doing she would have died of a heart attack!

“Right under the pictures of your muggle models in bikinis.”

You said with a smirk. Sirius rolled his eyes.

“Oh please! I put those up long before you agreed to be my girlfriend. You provided a lot better company than they did. You were such a tease in the beginning.”

It was your turn to roll your eyes!

“You are a fine one to talk about being a tease! You flirted with any girl that would look your way!”

Sirius shrugged.

“I couldn’t get the girl that I wanted to flirt with me no matter how shamelessly I tried...until that night on the Astronomy Tower. You had me under your spell and still haven’t let me go.”

“The things you say.”

You said, happily. The two of you lay in silence for a few moments. Sirius’ face went cold before looking down at you sadly.

“Remember the last time we were in this house?”

Your happy smile faded. Of course, you remembered! How could you forget the last time that you were here? You didn’t want to remember it but you couldn’t help thinking back on the memory.

It was two weeks after Sirius had proposed. The two of you sat in the study of Mr. and Mrs. Black’s living room. Had it been your way, the two of you would have never been here in the first place! Sirius was dead set on getting his grandmother’s engagement ring for you. It didn’t matter how many times you had tried to tell him that you didn’t need some grand ring to show his love for you; Sirius wouldn’t listen. You sat quietly at Sirius’ side as the two of you waiting for his mother to come into the room. Looking around the room, you couldn’t help but shiver. The house was so dark and cold! You glanced at your fiance and couldn’t help but wonder how horrible this had to be for Sirius? He hadn’t been home since he moved in with your family at 16.

His parents hadn’t written one letter to check on him! They didn’t care if their oldest son even had the things that he needed to survive! In fact, Regulus had let it slip to you in a conversation that Walburga blasted her son off of the family tapestry. Regulus had tried to reason with his mother briefly, however, once the possibility of losing grace in his mother’s eyes happened Regulus backed off.

You let your eyes glance back to Sirius. He didn’t look like the man that you had fallen in love with. Now he looked like the sullen boy that was in the Black family photos. He wasn’t the boy that always smiled and was full of jokes. His eyes didn’t deviate from the fire that was going in the fireplace. You wanted to tell him how handsome he looked in the dark suit that he was wearing but decided not to. Sirius didn’t seem like he was up for being told how handsome that he was at the moment.

Swallowing, you looked around the room again. The expensive black dress that you were wearing seemed suddenly hot. Sirius had bought it for you a week beforehand saying “it looked nice.” Reading between the lines, you decided it was to make the two of you look good upon visiting his parents. Sirius wanted to show his parents that he was making it just fine and was able to provide for his future wife without his family's money. That was only partially true though. If Sirius’ uncle had left him a very nice inheritance, the two of you would be like most new couples starting out. The two of you owed his uncle Alphard so much! Coincidentally, the two of you were most likely the reason that he was also blasted off of the family tapestry.

“What do you mean he is here?”

You felt Sirius tense when a shrill voice came from the other room. The sound of high heels clicking on the floor made your heart pound!

A moment longer Walburga stomped into the room with her husband at her heels. She was a beautiful woman but her beauty was all that she had! Orion, meanwhile, walked after his wife quickly. He looked as displeased to see his son as his wife did. It took all you had to swallow a fit of rage back You wanted nothing more than to tell Sirius’ family exactly what you thought of them. It wouldn’t matter though. As big headed as they were, it would probably roll right over their heads.

“What do you want?”

Walburga snapped in Sirius’ direction. Sirius gave his mother a brilliant smile and flipped his shoulder-length hair over his shoulder.

“Good to see you lot too. Don’t worry, this will not be a regular thing. I don’t expect invitations to Sunday tea or anything. I want grandmother Irma’s engagement ring. It was promised to me.”

Walburga and Orion looked at each other clearly thinking about their son’s request. Walburga was the first to speak. It wasn’t to Sirius but to you directly.

“I suppose you are the girl? Who are you?”

“She is Y/n Potter.”

Walburga scowled at Sirius.

“Can she talk or do you have to do that for her?”

“I can talk just fine, thank you.”

You replied coldly. Walburga raised one of her perfect eyebrows.

“Potter...hmm...I should have seen this coming. Your family is the reason that my son is no longer in our family.”

Sirius’ hand tightened on yours but you were not about to back down.

“Oh no ma’am, you have alienated your son yourself. My family has just taken him in and showed him the love that he clearly didn’t get from your lot. It must be truly dreadful being such a miserable egotistical old hag and would disown your own child for some pureblood nonsense! Shame on you...all of you!”

Walburga was stunned by your acidic tone. Clearly, no one had ever spoken to her in this tone. Regulus jumped up, hoping to diffuse the situation.

“At least she is a pureblood, eh?”

Walburga shook her head.

“That is why your family is the laughing stock of the pureblood families!”

Sirius jumped up, his handsome face twisted with rage.

“That’s it! Let’s go Y/n! I’ll buy you a much nicer ring that doesn’t have my family’s god awful reputation tied to it.”

You pulled yourself from the memory with a headshake. Sirius was looking up at the ceiling.

“Oh yes, I remember well. We were so young then.”

Sirius sat up as the sunlight began to pour into the room. He chuckled and looked back to you with a smile. “You sure showed that horrible old hag who was boss.”

You smiled, still proud of your comeback to Walburga.

“I would do it again too. I am going to go downstairs and help Molly with breakfast.”

Sirius gave you a pout.

“Harry will be here the day after tomorrow and I’ll have to be good!”

You slowly pulled on your abandoned dress.

“Yes, you will and we have all day today and all night. You’ll be just fine. Besides, you need to eat. You aren’t as young as you used to be.”

Sirius gave you a scowl and started buttoning up his shirt.

“That may be true but I think we can both agree I haven’t changed that much.”

You rolled your eyes before pressing a kiss to his chin.

“You can prove it to me later.”

When you walked into the kitchen, Molly looked up from the frying pan. She gave you a kind smile.

“Feeling well?”

You nodded eagerly and took the cup of tea that she held out to you.

“Much better now.”

Molly giggled and went back to her cooking. You drank your tea quietly for a few moments before turning to find something to do.

“What would you like me to do?”

Molly glanced over her shoulder.

“I seem to remember that you make wonderful eggs. I was telling Arthur not long ago how much I would love some of the strawberry jam that you used to make.”

Smiling, you made a mental note to surprise Molly with a jar later.

“Hint taken.”

You said.

“Are things better between Sirius and yourself now, dear?”

You nodded.

“They are. I mean we have a lot that we are going to have to work through. We’ve been apart for many years. I am sure there are things that have changed about ourselves that we will have to work through. There are things about him that I can tell are different. Azkaban has changed him, as you can imagine. It changed both of us.”

Molly watched with you with that motherly expression of concern that she wore so well.

“I’m sure it has. Everything will work out, dear. The two of you can get your lives back on track to the way they were supposed to. The two of you will make some lovely children.”

You looked down sadly feeling like you had been punched in the stomach.

“That won’t happen.”

Molly turned.

“What do you mean?”

You looked up and rubbed your forearm.

“I can’t get pregnant. Sirius and I found out not long after we were married. That’s why taking care of Harry was so important to us.”

Molly put her hands over her mouth.

“Oh, darling! I am so sorry!”

You shook your head.

“It's fine! You didn’t know and I have come to accept it.”

Molly still looked unconvinced.

“Well, I am going to go round up everyone for breakfast. You know, I have a couple of kids that I can loan you.”

You smiled.

“That’s tempting.”

Molly turned and walked out of the room feeling rather embarrassed and heartbroken.

You, meanwhile, looked down at the cup of tea in your hand. That feeling of soul-sucking sadness rolled in like it usually did when someone mentioned the aspect of children. You hadn’t thought about the time that you were given the awful news in some time. For the first time in a long time, you decided to lose yourself in that memory…

“We can go home.”

You looked up at Sirius as he made the idle comment. The two of you stood on James and Lily’s front doorstep about to go in for dinner. You shook your head.

“No, Sirius. I want to go. Besides, if we go home we will be just miserable. I want to see Harry. Lily has just been home from the hospital for a few days.”

Sirius only nodded. You could tell that he was still upset too. The two of you hadn’t said much since leaving the doctor. Sirius stood a moment before pulling you into his arms.

“Everything will be fine. We don’t have to have children to be happy.”

A moment later, the door opened stopping further conversation. James stood on the other side with his happy smile.

“There you two are! We’ve been wondering where you’ve been!”

You walked inside before Sirius and heard him muttering something about doctors taking forever. James laughed.

“Tell me about it!”

He wrapped his arms around you in a quick hug.

“Are you feeling alright?”

You only nodded. James' gleeful smile faded as he immediately knew something was wrong.

“Y/n?”

You shook your head as Lily walked in holding a small bundle. The last thing that you wanted was to spoil this moment with your nephew. Lily smiled as she placed baby Harry in your arms.

“Oh Lily, he’s adorable!”

You said, happily. Harry didn’t seem to be the least bit bothered by being jostled around for the moment.

“So when can we expect the two of you to have a little one? Harry will need a playmate.”

You slowly looked up to see Sirius shaking his head at James who was questioning his best friend silently.

“I might as well tell you both. We won’t be having children. Apparently, I can’t get pregnant. It's not from lack of trying either. We have been trying since we got married.”

Lily’s hands immediately went to her mouth as James put a hand on Sirius’ back.

“Sweetheart, I am so sorry!”

Lily said, fighting the tears. James quickly came in.

“Maybe you should get a second opinion?”

Sirius shook his head.

“It's alright, mate. We’ll just spoil the hell out of your kids. Like you can lend them to us and we can send them back to you flying on high on sweets. You know, now that I say that out loud...that doesn’t sound very good.”

You were pulled from the memory when a hand closed on your wrist. Jumping back, you froze seeing Severus Snape looking at you coldly.

“Have you lost your hearing in addition to your mind?”

You frowned, knowing this conversation wouldn't go well. The last time that you had seen your ex-friend, he was offering to marry you since “your bastard husband” clearly couldn’t do the job.

“Excuse me but I wasn’t listening to you in the slightest.”

Snape’s frown intensified.

“I see you are back with Sirius. While I am not thrilled about it I am not surprised.”

You rolled your eyes.

“What did you expect, Severus? I am married to Sirius! I love him! I have a chance to make things work with him and get a second chance at life. You can bet all of the dark magic in the world that I am going to take it.”

Snape didn’t say anything for a moment. He was half expecting you to say something colder. “He’s ruined you, you know. You used to be such a kind woman. Now you are snarky and cold as the rest of the Black family.”

You were horrified at that comment! The last thing that you were was anything like Walburga, Bellatrix, or any of those other crazies!

“You don’t know me at all.”

“Clearly.”

Snape replied before continuing.

“The moment you began dating Sirius you changed. You’re big-headed brother and darling husband made my life hell and you did nothing. Just like Lily.”

You threw the teacup that you were holding down and started for your wand.

“And you were a death eater! I didn’t know you either because my friend wouldn't have done any of those horrible things!”

Snape stepped back. The last thing that he was about to do was get into a full-fledged duel with you in the middle of a house. It didn’t matter if he liked you or not now, he still didn’t want to physically harm you.

“You don’t know what I would do because you were too busy playing house with Black! You had a pureblood husband and was busy making a name for yourself. After he was locked up, I wanted to care for you!”

You shook your head.

“I didn’t want you! I was married to whom I wanted!”

Snape laughed bitterly.

“It looks like you have what you wanted again. The two of you make the perfect little overachiever couple! It will be funny when you fall pregnant and have a child with a convict. The child will have a father that can’t leave the house. It will be amusing to watch.”

You had begun to tremble with rage by this point.

“You son of a bitch!”

“That’s enough!”

Both Snape and yourself turned to see Sirius standing in the doorway. His face was angry. The expression alone let you know that he had heard the whole conversation.

“Well well, Sirius. How kind the two of you are for coming out in public.”

Sirius glared at Snape. He wanted nothing more than to punch the other man in the face! Cursing him sounded like a better idea!

“You’re not to talk to her again. Maybe you forgot the hell that I made your life in school and I will be happy to do it again. Y/n, come on.”

Sirius’ hand locked around your wrist before pulling you from the room leaving Snape to his brooding...

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BirTAKIDAY Countdown Day 2: “You’ve always been able to make me smile.” - Taki Kozaki [Request]

Special thanks to @akaiiro-yume for being the beta/proof reader. Your reactions are the absolute best, after your typos of course. THANK YOU!

“What are you doing?” Taki asked, peeking over (Y/N)’s shoulder to catch a glimpse of what she held in her delicate hands. His arms placed themselves on the backrest of the couch and he rested his weight against them, relaxing at once when (Y/N)’s familiar scent reached him. She smelled like roasted chestnuts, mixed with a bit of some welcoming cocoa.

“Hmm?” (Y/N) turned to look at him, settling back into the soft cushions and wrapping her quilt a little tighter around herself. “Oh,” she continued, processing his question, “I was just looking through some of our photo-books.”

Taki raised a questioning brow and glanced at the matte pages smoothening under (Y/N)’s warm palm. On the table beside her lay some more thick books, the corners of pictures peeking out of them. His eyes briefly scanned the spine of what appeared to be a year book, but before he could investigate any more, his wife intertwined their fingers, stealing his attention.

“Want to join me?” Her big, beautiful eyes bore into his inquisitively, and he couldn’t deny that the idea of cuddling under the quilt on a cold day with his beloved did sound pretty darn tempting. “Looking back on the memories will be fun, I promise!”

Little did she know, she didn’t need to even try to convince the man. He was already whipped enough for her to grab on to any opportunity to have her close and never let go.

“Ow!” she cried out when Taki pinched her cheeks adoringly, a chuckle spilling past his lips. “That hurts, you know!”

His fingers let go of the soft skin of her cheek and he walked around the couch to stand in front of her. “Not my fault you’re adorable. Now scoot.”

(Y/N) turned to the side to allow Taki to drop into the space between her and the back of the couch, and once he was settled, she let him slip his arm behind her head and nuzzled into his shoulder. Taki quietly kissed the top of her head while his other arm slipped around her waist, pulling her close.

“Mm, you’re warm,” he whispered, inhaling the calm scent of cocoa coming off of her as he buried his head deeper into the crook of her neck. “Now, what were you looking at?”

“Our pictures. It’s nice taking a walk down the memory lane once in a while, you know?”

“Mm-hmm, it does,” he murmured, his voice taking on a deeper rumble. It was surprising how only being in (Y/N) close proximity relaxed him immediately, no questions asked. It was so easy for him to lose himself in her warmth, her love. He enjoyed every living second of it.

A comfortable silence descended between the two as (Y/N) flipped the pages, pointing at something or the other every now and then. Taki only hummed in acknowledgement, too focused on any and every shot of his wife to bother looking at anything else.

‘She’s beautiful. She always has been,’ he thought to himself, stealing a quick glance at his smiling partner, noticing the way her eyes lit up every time a new memory flashed at the front of her mind. ‘I’m so damn lucky to have her in my life again...’

“Oh! These are from our wedding,” she suddenly exclaimed, stopping his train of thought. He looked back at the pages to see the picture of his then-fianceé, dressed up in white from head to toe, with occasional splashes of blue and red. She had looked like the most gorgeous woman on the planet that day, the epitome of elegance and beauty as she walked down the aisle and into his waiting arms.

“You look beautiful,” he said, tracing his fingers over the picture, and (Y/N) couldn’t stop the blood that shot to her cheeks at the way he used present tense, backhandedly complimenting her beauty even to the present day. “We really did get married, didn’t we?”

“Such a flirt,” she whispered to herself, but she knew he heard it - if the way he scoffed in amusement was any indication. “And what do you mean, ‘didn’t we’? If you have any regrets, I’ll have you know it’s too late. You’re stuck with me till you go bald and have a wrinkly little face with drooping eyes.” She paused, and before he could utter a word, she added, “Actually, you know what? You’re stuck with me not only till then but even after then. Deal with it.”

She watched on with adoring eyes as he erupted into a fit of laughter, kissing the top of her head again as his shoulders shook. “Ah, gosh,” he breathed as he finally calmed down, “You’re hilarious.”

He gave her eyes a meaningful look before he lifted up her left hand, placing his gentle lips on the ring shining on its designated finger.

“I could never regret that day, even if I tried. It’s just that... I still can’t believe you actually married me. It still seems as magical as it did then, believe me.” He dipped his head, giving her a light peck before pulling back to gaze into her orbs. His eyes flickered down to look at her lips for a second before her hand came to rest at the back of his neck, pulling him in for another kiss.

It wasn’t deep still, but the way their mouths moved in harmony seemed too addictive to let go of, making this one last a bit longer.

“And for the record,” Taki whispered as he pulled back to smile at her, connecting their foreheads, “I’d be glad to have you sticking by side till we grow old. I’d welcome it, even.”

“What an absolute flirt,” she said, louder this time, and bopped his nose before turning back to the picture book. “Let’s get back to this, yeah?”

“We can look at it later...”

Taki was about to grab her by her jaw and pull her to him, when (Y/N) said, “No can do. I’m not about to miss this precious smile, got it?”

It was then that Taki’s eyes turned to the page, giving it a once over, and he saw a four years younger version of himself, dressed up in a smart three-piece suit. It was a shot of him looking at the aisle as (Y/N) walked towards him, and on his face was a look of pure love and adoration.

In the picture, his eyes lit up like the brightest of stars and his lips tugged up into the most mesmerizing of smiles at the sight of the woman who would soon be his wife.

“There’s nothing special about it. It’s just a smile,” he muttered, rolling his eyes playfully.

“Oh boy, you have NO idea how precious you look when you smile, do you?”

“I do not look precious.”

“Damn straight you do.”

“Do not.”

“Yes you do.”

“No, I don’t.”

“If you disagree one more time, I’ll make Yosuke Chinese food. Exclusively for him.”

That successfully shut Taki up, and (Y/N) grinned at her victory before jumping up to press a kiss to his cheeks when she saw him pout. This man was downright adorable to the extent of being illegal. Goddamnit, him and his dorky self.

“Oh wait,” (Y/N) paused, suddenly getting up to grab another book from the table. “Let me show you something.”

She nuzzled back into his side with a yearbook in her hands, and quickly opened up a page with another shot of Taki - albeit a teenage one - sweating with soccer ball in his hands, a proud, victorious smile gracing his features.

“Look at that. Such a precious smile,” she muttered, and Taki didn’t miss the way she seemed absolutely smitten. They were both whipped for each other, alright. “And look at this, and this, and this!”

(Y/N) kept pulling out more and more pictures of Taki from the books, some of them being from his teenage years, some from his older years, and some from their married life. All of them were from different time periods, but they had one thing in common; Taki was smiling in every single one of them.

“Who knew you could smile so much?” (Y/N) looked at him, a mischievous chuckle escaping her. “If someone had told me this was you when I first met you after 10 years, I would have smacked them in the head.”

“... Is it really that rare...” Taki scratched at the back of his neck, a sheepish blush making it’s way to his face. When (Y/N) sent an affirmative nod his way, it was all he could do to not feel any more embarrassed. “Well, you shouldn’t really be that surprised, I suppose.”

“Hm? Why so?”

“I mean...” Taki bit his lip, willing himself to go on and complete his statement instead of letting his awkwardness get to him, “It’s because of you, after all.”

(Y/N) looked at him, her inquisitive eyes asking him to elaborate on it, and he did just that.

“It’s not my fault, you know, that...” he whispered, looking away in defeat as the red in his cheeks deepened, and (Y/N) had to forcefully stop herself from cooing at her precious little ball of fluff, “You’ve always been able to make me smile.”

“Oh my god, I love you,” (Y/N) muttered to herself, at a complete loss for words. Her awe at how cute her husband could possibly get gave way to a wide smile and she burst into a fit of giggles, wrapping her arms around Taki and pulling him close, the album forgotten.

“Enough, shut it already,” Taki murmured, hiding his face in the crook of her neck as he pulled her closer. He didn’t have a lot of time, though, because (Y/N) pulled his face back to look at him before stooping in for a quick kiss.

“I mean it. I love you, Taki.” She looked into his eyes, and all he saw the traces of humor vanishing from her own, a genuine care replacing them. “I love you,” she repeated.

One of his hands shut the book close and he bent forward to place it back on the table, before settling back into the warmth of the couch. His palm cupped her jaw, fingers gingerly grazing her cheek. He looked at her with so much love in that moment as he dived in, stopping just short of her lips. “I love you too, (Y/N),” he breathed, capturing her mouth with his own in the sweetest, slowest, gentlest of kisses.

And she heard it loud and clear. Both, the message he sent her directly, and message swimming behind those words, just hiding under the surface.

Thank you for being the reason I smile.

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Wed the second to last odd numbered day of Nov

The Erodan weather channel isn't live but the tourism board gave us some trippy homilies talking about finding your Home and informed us that it's perpetually cloudy, the site is back up but everything is still 'peculiar,' outbound transportation is grounded in observance of the odd numbered day, and we're eyeing those empty links that have been added to the site (Weather Channel and Movie Schedule). The tourism board clarified that fanmade merch wasn't official then posted official merch... that link, yes you guessed it, not 'real.' For a given value of reality, I suppose.

Second Fine Line listening party today in Paris and finally some spoilers but they're confusing and contradictory so we still don't really know anything new about the sound. But we got a few lyrics including "rainbow paradise," nice, and everyone cried during Falling, oh no. Harry was interviewed for radio at the event then joined fans to listen to one song. We got to see a ridiculously good cartoon of a cat he drew at SNL, I'm angry that he can draw too, and he denied ever having heard of Eroda, oBviOUsly; might wanna tone it down a bit there H pretty sure you'd have heard of it at this point even if you weren't masterminding. SNL did a skit with a knock off Harry in the very expensive not at all knock off sheep sweater and got ice cream on it, I cringed, so I don't guess we'll be seeing that one again. RIP sheepies we hardly knew ye. And in HSLOT ticket fuckery of the day, Live Nation claimed the MSG garden shows were sold out so people better hop on the new date that was added and buy buy buy! There are in fact plenty of tickets left for all the dates.

Walls listening parties are coming so soon but today was the DLIBYH streaming party with much hype from LTHQ and a little Louis video tucked in the fan pack and a picture, omg, from when he was on Children in Need in that turtleneck. You know the one. Also today, Louis coming through with almost Niall-like question answering- DLIBYH video "soon" (okay that one's a pretty Louis answer), Always You is on the album but maybe not the tour set, and Defenceless is on the album after all BEST NEWS ALL WEEK!! Not too sure about LTHQ asking what we think is going to happen next in the video series directly after Louis told us this part was the last one though, like are we just pretending we don't know what happens in the one we've seen storyboarded or...?? And Louis says we just think he's good at football cause he was in a band with people who were bad at it, burn.

Niall says he's very much a Virgo and that he experimented with writing songs from not his own perspective for the new album, just like he was recently talking about loving Bruce Springsteen for, and talks about the new album having a storyline.

Liam has a piece with photos in the French magazine Tetu ("media on a mission to make the world gayer!") Marketing Liam to gay men is absolutely the cleverest thing they could do... so naturally this interview is completely unmentioned by his team, not posted online, and mysteriously difficult to find. He also has a cute 'answers the Internet' segment and yes! He is the best in those! Today's is cute and only mildly concerning.

#Lol at people losing their minds about the Eroda merch do you just gnash your teeth every time you remember redbubble exists?#And no making shirts of fanart is not in any way comparable to stealing someone's gifs or fics #that's a terrible analogy and doesn't even make sense #here's your thought of the day from me #consider questioning the way this predominently female community condemns the very Thought #of making money off any of the labor done within it and thinks everything should be free #and the way that replicates patriarchal society telling us our labor should be free should be done out of Love but never never for money #In a rational community I would have a patreon and y'all would pay like $1 a week for my labor and time that you benefit from #but I know damn well I'd be run out on a rail if I even suggested it. Because I do it for fun so why should anyone pay?#Money is only for things we hate doing not for the value you get from them isn't that right? God forbid we subvert capitalism!#Anyway yes I HAVE made this all about me what about it ✌️#UAs should get paid too! we take so much labor for granted! oh well. so it goes #it is what it is. i love free fic as much as anyone it's just the over arching principle y know?#eroda #Harry #Louis #Liam #tetu #Niall #Ticketmaster #hslot2 #defenseless #MY BABY MY STUDIO VERSION OF MY BABY YES #make the world gayer #27 Nov 19

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a decade with jjp

well, here we are at the end of 2019, which means that it’s been a little over 10 years with jjp. this is a compilation i put together of (most of, but definitely not all because i only really went through my blog and my twitter!) the jjp moments we’ve had the privilege of seeing over the past 10 years. i tried to put them vaguely in chronological order, but there were just so many that it was sort of hard to keep track! i hope you find your favorite moments here, and are reminded of some that you’ve forgotten about! (i know i definitely was!)

here’s to a wonderful decade of smiles, laughter, and happiness with our resident soulmates, and we hope for many many more!

predebut

the fateful audition that started it all (x)

bounce era

back in their awkward stages (x)

jaebeom teasing jinyoung (x)

they’ve always matched well (x)

jaebeom’s happy birthday song for jinyoung (x)

jaebeom singing that he loves jinyoung before cracking an egg on his head (at 7:45) (x)

flirting on twitter (x)

jaebeom feeding jinyoung (x)

shopping date (x)

their promise to make a second album (which would eventually come true 5 years later!) (x)

ggg era

jaebeom being soft for jinyoung even when they were on opposing teams (x)

jj dads w their baby youngjae (x)

hugging each other after pretending to fight to prank yugyeom (at 6:50) (x)

their fingers lacing together in a weirdly intimate way (at 13:50) (x)

a era

sharing a shirt in the “a” dance practice videos (x)

being cute in a corner by themselves (x)

jinyoung’s thank you note to jaebeom (x)

flirting during a fan event (x)

never forgetting their roots (x)

stop stop it era

jinyoung comforting jaebeom (x)

holding hands (x)

weird flirting (WHAT was jinyoung looking for?) (x)

jjparents (x)

the time jaebeom manhandled jinyoung to the ground and they both looked way too happy about it (x)

jaebeom exposing himself on instagram and trying to delete the evidence (x)

jinyoung being jaebeom’s (favorite) annoying dongsaeng (x)

not exactly a jjp moment but jackson being a jjp shipper (x)

just right era

jinyoung being extra for no reason (x)

their simpsons couple rings (x)

jaebeom feeding jinyoung (and then licking the same hand?) (x)

jealous jinyoung (x)

mad era

their iconic ceci photoshoot (x)(x)

being cute before the comeback stage (x)

jinyoung flirting with jaebeom (x)

clingy jinyoung (x)

the first sukira game (u all know the one) (x)

and what’s more, jaebeom puckered his lips (x)

this video where they were all over each other (x)

jinyoung declaring jj project as his one and only unit (x)

they aren’t close, they’re deep (x)

jaebeom recognizing jinyoung by touching his hand (x)

jjparents w their babies yugjae (x)

when they almost left jinyoung behind but jaebeom made sure they didn’t (x)

holding hands (x)

jaebeom thirsty (it’s the second tweet in the thread!) (x)

miscellaneous moments (including jinyoung calling jaebeom “jagiya”) (x)

fly era

domesticity in a restaurant and jaebeom feeding jinyoung (x)(x)

checking on each other onstage (also i kind of went off in my tags?? lmao) (x)

communicating w their eyes (x)

jaebeom knowing exactly how jinyoung wants to confess (x)

the second sukira game (including a comparison to the first!) (x)

jaebeom being absolutely whipped and letting jinyoung get away with anything (x)

them being cute and touchy (x)

jinyoung between jaebeom’s legs in the car?!?!?! (x)

jaebeom helping jinyoung wear his blindfold (x)

the softness in this vlive (x)

jinyoung being a “ghost” and jaebeom being whipped (x)

a hug for jaebeom for getting a strike (x)

jinyoung being needy (x)

them being domestic in front of everyone on vlive (x)

jj dads w their baby yugyeom (x)

when they went on this show JUST to be domestic (x)

jaebeom thinks jinyoung is the prettiest (and lowkey admitted he likes jinyoung crossdressing?) (x)

unnecessary clinginess (x)

fly tour

jinyoung doing The Most when jaebeom wasn’t there for their concerts (x)(x)(x)(x)

jaebeom watching jinyoung with utter fondness (x)

jinyoung being so incredibly happy to have jaebeom back (x)

jjp on a walmart date (x)

jjp on a pizza date (x)

jjp on a family shopping date w their baby bambam (x)

jjp on a family aquarium date w their baby bambam (x)

hard carry era

this 20 min vlive where it was just them being cuddly (x)(x)

their wedding day (x)

whipped culture on asc (x)

them being…like This at a fan event (x)

bookworm boyfriends (x)

communicating w their eyes (again) (x)

jaebeom singing prove it to jinyoung (that song was written for jinyoung ok) (x)

jaebeom LOOKING DIRECTLY AT JINYOUNG while talking about marriage (!!!!!!!) (x)

jjp describing each other as their ideal type (x)

the start of jinyoung calling jaebeom “jaebeommie” (x)

jinyoung demanding appreciation from jaebeom (x)

jjp talking about their feelings when jaebeom was injured (x)

sharing an umbrella (x)

i just really love this pic. jinyoung adores jaebeom so much (x)

jjp soulmates confirmed by mbti (x)

no one knows jaebeom like jinyoung does (x)

more couple rings (x)

in their own world (x)

jinyoung singing happy birthday to jaebeom (x)

jinyoung thinks jaebeom is the most handsome (x)

jaebeom telling jinyoung to sit on his lap (x)

again…them in their own world (and the lip thing) (x)(x)

this fanmeeting skit (x)

singing “my home” to each other (x)

never ever era

touchy at the airport (x)

their embarrassing moments are shared because their pasts are just too intertwined (x)

jaebeom touching The Butt (x)

jinyoung biting jaebeom’s cheek (x)

soft touches at a radio show (x)

jackson calling them out (x)

jaebeom again letting jinyoung be informal (x)

jinyoung doesn’t match with anyone but jaebeom (x)

bambam instigating jjp moments (x)

jinyoung always takes care of jaebeom (x)

they share shampoo (even though it’s not okay when mark uses it) (x)

coffee date (x)

yugyeom facetiming his dads (x)

they ACTUALLY almost kissed (x)

whatever THIS was (x)

jaebeom playing with the holes in jinyoung’s jeans (x)

jaebeom losing suspiciously easily to jinyoung at a bar battle (x)

jaebeom letting jinyoung win at arm wrestling (x)

jaebeom recognizing jinyoung from touching his butt (x)

jaebeom thinks jinyoung is the funniest man alive (x)

verse 2 era (<33333)

they filmed in hokkaido which is a place jinyoung always wanted to visit (x)

cuties talking on the phone (x)

this whole interview (x)

jjp in the bathroom then vs jjp in the bathroom now (x)

they’re just so soft (x)

tomorrow today (stream verse 2 and this mv!!) (x)

the iconic mirror choreo (x)

holding hands and looking super happy about it (x)

jj project is jinyoung’s home-like space (x)

their tombstones will be side by side (x)

they can’t keep their eyes off each other (x)

the depth of their relationship is just…wow (x)

jealous jaebeom (x)

photographer bfs (x)

always complimenting each other (x)

jinyoung being jaebeom’s favorite dongsaeng (x)

they drink together (x)

talking about soulmates (little did we know what jaebeom would do 2 years later…) (x)

their special relationship (x)

marriage (x)

their shared bookshelf (x)

kings of domesticity (x)

jinyoung is jaebeom’s cat (x)

jaebeom inviting jinyoung into his room (and jinyoung loving his cats!) (x)

even more couple rings (x)

jaebeom calls jinyoung “youngie” confirmed (x)

jackson telling us what we already knew (x)

jjp’s photo essay (x)

7 for 7 era

the jjp imagery in the you are mv (x)

clingy jinyoung part 43762 (x)

jinyoung getting away with everything as usual (x)

idk what THIS was but (x)

jinyoung being incapable of shutting up about jaebeom while he was in the jungle (x)(x)

jaebeom getting hot and bothered bc of jinyoung on camera (x)

these cute pictures (x)

always always in their own world (x)

jaebeom serenading jinyoung with “face” (x)

editors always acknowledge the soulmates (x)

lest we forget: jaebeom looked at jinyoung like THIS in the middle of running a food truck (x)(x)

eyes on you era

jinyoung recognizing jaebeom by touching his ear (x)

jaebeom recognizing jinyoung by touching his chin (x)

jinyoung can do ANYTHING (x)(x)

jjp married (x)(x)

jaebeom getting flustered (x)

this little thing they always do when they perform “look” (x)

jjp domestic (x)

jinyoung loves nora okay (x)

ice cream date (x)

they really want each other to strip (x)

informal jinyoung again (x)

they’re just so. soft (x)

always looking out for each other (x)

they love taking pictures of each other (x)

miscellaneous moments (x)

eyes on you tour

jjp on a paris date (x)

jjp dancing together in nyc (x)(x)

secret flirting onstage (x)

jaebeom checking out jinyoung’s entire butt (x)

miscellaneous moments (x)

lullaby era

don’t send them anywhere together (x)

complementary rings (x)

business as usual for them (x)

jaebeom staking his claim on jinyoung’s birthday (x)

looking at each other (and doing the lip thing!) as yugyeom talks about first loves (x)

jinyoung does not fear jaebeom at all (x)

jaebeom cannot lie to jinyoung (x)

miracle era

onstage flirting (x)

jinyoung’s fave songs are the ones jaebeom writes (x)

they make each other soooo happy (x)

one of my favorite sets of pictures ever (x)

literally married (x)

literally married pt 2 (x)

jinyoung through jaebeom’s eyes (x)

JB GA DAISUKI (x)

jinyoung waiting for jaebeom (x)

another serenade courtesy of jaebeom (x)

jaebeom being a (probably) biased ref (x)

jinyoung can talk to jaebeom about anything and jaebeom wants to have his last meal w jinyoung (x)

another ice cream date (x)

jj handshake #847348 (x)

focus on me era

happy to be together in the airport just before jus2 promotions and jinyoung’s drama (x)(x)

jaebeom making the jus2 showcase a jjp event for some reason (x)(x)(x)

jaebeom turning jus2 promotions into a jj project promotion period for some reason (x)(x)(x)

needy jaebeom (x)

finally reunited! (x)

eclipse era

jinyoung gives jaebeom a sense of security (x)

jaebeom’s cheeks are too cute (x)

eyes always on each other (x)

jinyoung getting away with informality part 397843 (x)

THEY’RE! SO! SOFT! (x)

hugs! (x)

jaebeom said jj project is forever (x)

bambam supports! (x)

jjp on the best friends episode of plof together (x)(x)

jjp on radio apart (x)

jaebeom likes being in jinyoung’s arms (x)

their got2day which was just them being soft (x)

JJP SOULMATES (!!!!!!!!) (x)

keep spinning tour

flirting onstage again (x)

they know everything about each other (ft. an interview from 2018!) (x)

holding hands at the airport (x)

it was fitting that they were chosen to make up a handshake (x)

very close at the airport (x)

giggly and tipsy (x)

thailand always gives us the moments we deserve (x)

selfie time! (x)

jaebeom always looking after jinyoung (he wasn’t feeling well that day) (x)

jaebeom being smug abt having jinyoung all to himself (x)

sharing secrets onstage (x)

ycmn era

jaebeom leading jinyoung offstage (x)

jinyoung being clingy again (x)

pda as usual (x)

everyone ships it (x)

jinyoung thirsty (x)

wanting to be with each other after got7′s first daesang win (x)(x)(x)

possessive jaebeom at the mamas (x)

jinyoung teasing jaebeom and jaebeom being whipped (x)

clingy jaebeom (x)

so smiley (x)

clingy clingy (x)

softest in the world (x)(x)

flustering each other (x)

jinyoung cute jaebeom sexy (x)

photographer bfs again (x)

jaebeom wants jinyoung all to himself (x)

actually what was going on w them on this day (x)

spending 10 years together looks like this (x)

dramas

dream knight (x)

dream high vs. dream knight (the tension…) (x)

when a man loves (x)(x)

compilation (x)

unknown/multiple eras

jjp are happiest with each other (x)

sharing secrets (x)

the happiness they get from each other… (x)

jinyoung being jaebeom’s fave dongsaeng (x)

sharing a jacket (x)

sharing a sweater (x)

compilations and miscellaneous stuff

compilation of jjp just knowing it’s the other (including by touching jaebeom’s inner lip…) (x)

compilation of jinyoung vs. jaebeom battles that jinyoung always wins (bc jaebeom is whipped?) (x)

compilation of jaebeom laughing bc of jinyoung (x)

compilation of pics of each other (x)

compilation of jaebeom being literally incapable of controlling himself (x)

compilation of all their “kisses” (x)

miscellaneous moments (x)

miscellaneous soft moments (x)

miscellaneous underrated moments (x)

and last but absolutely not least, this submitted list of further jjp nonsense (x)

#jjp #jinyoung #jb #got7

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danniburgh · 4 years

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meant to be

honestly just a way to cope, it's just a drabble I shared with my friends, no real structure or nice narrative, time skips are really my thing

March 17th, 2007

there's you: a 17 year old exchange student in Royal college in London, you have two friends and roommates, Ezra, who is french, and Jen, who is Irish, it's noon, the three of you are getting drunk in the dorm you share and Jen wants to do something for St Patrick's, because she's Irish and because she was forced to also celebrate things for your traditional patriotic festivities (you're not British or Irish), Ezra and you laugh it off but Jen convinces the two of you to sober up, grab your car and drive all the way from London to Liverpool to then grab a ferry to Dublin.

almost an entire day later you arrive and in your avid need of party and celebration (also booze) you go to a few bars, Jen assures you that nobody will ask for your id because it's national day of getting drunk and you binge drink for a while.

the three of you go to a little bar on the end of a little street and get weirded out because it had like six dudes siting on a table and nothing else, the dudes notice you and let you in and they make you sit with them and then you realize it's a birthday party, and the birthday boy is just sitting there like trying to hide, you do shots with them and Ezra tries to teach the birthday boy to drink whiskey until you stop him and to avoid Ezra near the guy you sit next to him, you start small talking because that's what you do when you're drunk and you two start speaking about music, movies, the weirdness of the new decade, your backgrounds, and the fact that there's a language you know but as you were very drunk you've forgotten, he wants to smoke outside and you go with him, not because you also smoke but because you like the company, you laugh outside at the guys on the street that are also drunk and then he asks you, very very stuttery to kiss you, you accept and you make out a bit, at this moment hours had passed and Jen realises you've been awake for a full day, so she tries to sober up a little and drag Ezra and you to the car so she can drive to her cousin's house where you're gonna stay until you can drive back to London. you had the chance to say goodbye to the birthday boy, one of his friends even took a picture, but when you were on your way from Liverpool to London you realized you didn't ask for his number, and neither gave him yours.

April, 2014

there's you again: driving your car in some road in London, where you stayed, because when you were 19 you wrote a teen adult novel that sold really well and people wanted more, so you became a writer and life passed by fast, you turn on the radio and there's this show you never listen on BBC radio but for a weird impulse you don't change stations, the host of the show is introducing this new artist who had come all the way from Dublin with a hit song and a debut album coming, you listen to the voice introducing itself and involuntarily smile, because it's soft and nice and it reminds you of something, you keep listening to the interview and then the host asks him for the most random and cool thing that has happened to him before his song became a chart favourite: the guy starts laughing a little and starts telling about his seventeenth birthday party, he told how his brother made him and his friends go to a bar in the middle of Dublin and how he wasn't really enjoying it until a random trio of teens crashed at it and started lifting up the party, he told how back then he thought they were just lost because it was st Patrick's day but how by the time they were gone he was thankful because he felt better about life. you were speechless, completely astonished and out of breath, you tried to reassure yourself because of much of a fucking coincidence would that be. so you parked the car on the side of the road and took your phone out, waited for the host of the show to give out the number and then dialed it. you felt completely crazy but it was because after all those years you never stopped thinking about that tall Irish kid with the wavy hair and the glasses and the nice voice and the beautiful eyes, you couldn't believe he was now some kind of amazing singer and the odds of you finding him were quite short, but you still dialed the number. somebody picked up and the first thing you said was: i was one of the three teens that crashed Hozier's seventeenth birthday party

your call never went on the air, but by some sort of luck, they kept you until the interview was done, the person on the phone first put you with the interviewer, he asked you some details about the thing and then Hozier wanted to speak to you, he said hi, and you said hi, then you both went silent for a minute.

–my name is Andrew

—I imagined a more Irish name –you said, he chuckled

—were you listening? –he asked

—yeah, I never listen to this show but idunno, something made me keep listening

—I'm glad –he responded, you smiled widely and then you said something you didn't know how else to say

—you wanna meet up?

and he said yes, the two of you arranged a meeting, something that you didn't want to call a date, but felt like it.

you went, he asked for it to be at his own hotels bar, mostly because he didn't had much time, you arrived quite early and got a table, a few minutes later he was there, you saw him: obviously older, a little bit taller, his hair was beautifully longer, his body skinnier, his eyes were still gorgeous but wiser, he said hi and his voice was even more soothing than the last time, he sat and you smiled, he was still shy.

you started talking as if you never stopped, at some point he pulled out his phone and showed you a photo, there was you and him in the middle, he hugging your seventeen year old self with one arms, Ezra talking with his brother in the background and Jen's hand on the edge, you laughed so hard at both of your face expressions and then he invited you to one of his gigs the next day, so you could listen to his music and spend a little more time with him, as he was then headed overseas to start a tour for a few months, you said yes, you completely wanted to spend time with him, you liked him, you really did.

before you two had to say goodbye again, he told you he wanted to be with you, he asked you for a kiss and then asked you for your number, he assured you this time the goodbye was just for a few months

December, 2014

—did you miss me? –you heard a voice behind you, you turned and saw him, a little tanned but still him, after months of only speaking to him over the phone, you had him again, at least for a couple of weeks.

that time you spent almost every second together, he introduced you to his parents and his dog and his close friends, he told you about him wanting to get a place of his own and you told him about your book, you felt right next to him, you felt completely right.

May, 2019

—happy anniversary –he said, handing you a little box, you smiled at him, made him bend over a little to kiss him and opened the box, it was a ring, you looked at him and he smiled at you, nervous, anxious, happy

—honestly, took you long enough –you said, he laughed and grabbed the box to put the ring on your finger

—not so long, only five years

April, 2020

you opened your eyes, you felt a little light headed, you sat on the bed and found it empty, for a moment you felt sad until you looked directly in front of your bed, there was your bride gown, it's finally your wedding, after almost another year of planing and after six years from the two of you encountering again, and after thirteen years of your first kiss, you were finally marrying the love of your life. and it felt completely right.

#hozier imagine #hozier fanfic #hozier tag #andrew hozier byrne #hozier #hozier post #hozier fandom #hozier x reader #im sorry #i had this idea for so long #thanks for coming to my ted talk

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hadestownmodern · 4 years

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“this is literally a shit show god help us” was the name of the google doc that this pic was on. Aka Eurydice takes embarrassing pictures while encouraged by Persephone

Annika here! This was inspired directly by the conversation Danielle and I had that went like

“I’d take pictures like that”

“I’d get drunk and cheer you on in the corner.”

This is pure crack but please enjoy.

“So...first anniversary is coming up. What’s the plan?” Persephone teases, nudging Eurydice with her shoulder. She’s swirling a wine glass, the deep plum color of the wine nearly spilling out over the top.

“Hmmm? Oh.. haven’t really thought of it.” It’s honestly not on her mind. “It’s on thanksgiving Persephone, not the most romantic of holidays. Besides..we get married in a month anyway.” Eurydice finishes writing the words onto her notebook before the train of thought leaves her. Only a few short assignments come between Eurydice and her degree, Christmas, and her wedding.

“Well you two clearly did not have any trouble finding romance last year..” Persephone comments, gesturing to the sleeping three month old Eurydice cradled in her arm, a direct souvenir from their prior thanksgiving festivities. “And I would really rather you didn’t celebrate the same way, because Melody is precious but you don’t need any more.”

“Oh, like you didn’t invite me over with ulterior motives that day.” Eurydice shuts her book and shoves it haphazardly in her bag, before settling into the booth more comfortably before her shift began that night. “We don’t want to spend money on anything...we are literally getting married in four weeks.”

“Well..doesn’t mean the romance needs to die before it starts…” She finishes her wine, and at once a coy smile slips over her features. “I have a brilliant idea. Tonight, after closing, come on down to the bar…” Persephone sits her glass down and holds her hands out, making grabbing gestures for the baby. “What size are you now? C..D?” Persephone gestures to Eurydice’s chest with a finger, and a raise of the eyebrow.

“Why does that matter-”

“Regardless, here’s the plan. You, bring your little milf body down to the bar after closing. I’ll bring the camera, i’ll go buy you something a lil sexy to wear..” Persephone smiles as she takes Melody, kissing her head before holding her sleeping body closer. “You and me, we’ll do some home made presents I promise he won’t forget.”

“Are you...Persephone!” Eurydice’s skin flushes pink as she registers what persephone is suggesting. “I am not taking..those...kind of pictures. Let alone in this bar. Let alone with you!”

“LIsten. All i’m saying is he won’t be expecting it and it’s the gift that keeps on giving if you know what I mean.” Persephone winked, smiling down at little Melody with a teasing grin. “Just hope it doesn’t give you another one of these. I’ll be down here tonight, right after closing. Tell Orpheus you have to help close and re-stock.”

“You’re ridiculous. Why would he want to see pictures, I’m literally right here…”

“Trust me.”

Regardless of her hesitance, she did stay late in the bar that night. She had Melody against her shoulder, filling out an order form for the next day when Persephone strolled in- Persephone and a small entourage of people.

“Seph, what the fuck! You said it was you and a camera!” Eurydice is suddenly flustered at the idea of..exposing..herself to so many strangers in an attempt to get a semi-sexual photo out of it.

“Well..It’s me. And my photographer. Grace does all our pictures, has for years. And these are just her assistants to help with lighting!” Persephone tosses a little pink bag in her general direction, far too small to contain anything of any substance. “Gimme the baby, go put that on.”

Eurydice caught the bag and her eyes went wide. “Persephone. How much did you spend on this-”

“It’s my anniversary gift to you, not like you won’t wear it again. Besides, I feel like it’s my job to keep the romance alive since it was my dinner that you decided was a good reason to have a three day fuck-fest upstairs. Go. Change.” Persephone reached her arms out and simply grabbed Melody, quickly holding the sleeping baby to her chest to keep her asleep as long as possible.

Eurydice glared, before slipping into the bathroom down the small hall. When she didn’t emerge after a few minutes, Persephone took it upon herself to knock. “You can’t hide in there forever.”

Persephone wasn’t expecting to open the door to see heavy tears running down Eurydice’s face, or to see her clinging so tightly to the silk robe. “I can’t go out there in this...look at me, Persephone.” Eurydice tilted her head back to try to keep the tears in her eyes, blinking violently to keep them at bay. “I’m spilling out of the top, and it doesn’t cover all the stretched out skin and- I can’t take a picture like this…” She is shaking her head rapidly, chest heaving with the impending panic.

“Hey, hey, Eurydice, baby.” Persephone steps closer, taking her face in her hand. She holds the young girl’s cheek, and kisses her forehead gently. Slowly. “You are absolutely beautiful. The top, thats how it’s gonna fit honey, i’m sorry. You can thank Melody here for that. But you get to do things for her that noone else can, Eurydice.” She turned her to face the mirror, keeping one arm around her shoulders. “You made a person, Eurydice. You made a little person a year ago, who loves you more than anything. Think of it as the anniversary of that.”

Eurydice nods, but her hands still grasp desperately at the ends of the shirt, holding it tightly over her middle.

“Here. Change of plans.” Persephone decides, running her hand over Eurydice’s short hair. She gently shifts Melody back into her arms, the infant in her constellation colored pajamas now covering the black lace on Eurydice’s chest. “Come on. What’s a milf without a baby, right?”

Persephone leads her out, and helps her step up onto the bar, fixing the straps on Eurydice’s shoulders and the golden bow on Melody’s head at the same time.

She whispered something to her friend, through her eyes never left Eurydice, who looked at her daughter like she was one of the stars on the onesie she wore.

Yes, there were pictures taken, though the night is more of a blur to them both than they expected.

Persephone, midway through a bottle of tequila, screaming endless encouragement of “God you are fucking HOT, Eurydice. I get it, I totally get it. Spread your legs or something..I don’t know, you’re fucking hot, own it!”

Eurydice passes her baby back and forth between Persephone and herself, actually finding herself smiling at the antics of her friend throughout the night.

“It’s probably a good thing Melody is so clingy, you’d have another by now.” Persephone teases as she hands the fussing girl back to Eurydice at the end of the session, Melody now long past ready for bed, ready to sleep in the arms of her mom. Persephone ignores a call for the tenth time that night, dropping her phone into her coat pocket, though Eurydice notices how her fingers itch for it.

“You got somewhere else to be?” Eurydice teases, settling her sweater back over her head, wanting nothing more than to climb into bed besides Orpheus upstairs.

“It’s my damn husband. He knows where I am, but Junie won’t sleep now that she knows i’m gone.” She rolls her eyes, though Eurydice can see through the cool exterior.

“And you say mine is clingy- at least she’s only three months old!” She holds her hands out to take Melody for the last time. “Go. I’ll see you tomorrow, Junie’s waiting.”

Persephone nods and grabs her bag, wiping at her eyes quickly. “Night, baby.” She says to neither Eurydice nor Melody specifically.

“Night Seph..oh. And thank you. I actually think I had fun.” Eurydice rocks slightly with melody, offering a tired but genuine smile.

“I know you did.” She teases as she leaves, hand going for her phone as soon as she was out the front door of the bar so she could call her insomniac daughter.

Eurydice kisses Melody’s head, locking up the back door of the bar, before climbing the quick flight of stairs to her home.

Orpheus was awake in bed, strumming an old guitar he had been trying to tune. His eyes lit up when he saw them coming, her spot in the bed already turned down with her favorite pajamas ready. “Hey! Long night?”

She kisses him, passing Melody to his chest effortlessly, before grabbing the pajamas to put on after her shower.

“You’ve got no idea.”

Persephone was right, Eurydice learned a week later on Thanksgiving morning when she handed him a wrapped album, full of some of the pictures from that night.

Yes, his eyes went wide when he saw one of her with his bandana around her neck. Yes, his heart stopped beating momentarily when he caught the wide angle shot of her on laying the bar top, eyes closed with a skirt rucked up around her hips.

The ones that really got to him, though, were of her with their daughter against her chest, eyes trained on the baby in her arms. Ones that somehow looked like the most natural thing in the world, despite the makeup and raunchy clothes she wore.

She should have expected that he’d slip one specific one out, to keep in his guitar case. One with her sitting cross legged on the bar top, a gauzy black skirt spread around her. She held Melody with both her hands, their bodies perpendicular to each other. He couldn’t tell anything about Melody’s expression, though he knew it must be a smile the way it always was when she was with her mother. No, it was Eurydice’s face that caught his eye. The way her eyes sparkled, even in the black and white photo, and the way her smile spread across her face as she so clearly was speaking to their daughter some words of love.

“You are so so beautiful, Eurydice.” He is not usually at a loss for words, though he is when he leans in to kiss her, both hands going to her waist to pull her closer, to pull her ontop of him as he laid back.

Yes, Eurydice decided, she would have to thank Persephone later.

#modern au #hadestown fanfic #hadestown fic #hadestown modern #Annika writes #persephone #eurydice #persephone and eurydice #my fave friendship

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