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Office Neighbors - Part Eight

a/n: a very Andy heavy part, not proofread (reblogs and feedback are super helpful!)

warnings: slight angst, fluff, and smut

words: 15K

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“I’m not gonna let you talk to her until you both settle down!” Harry shouts at his mother and sister.

“We’re settled, just dial the number!” Anne shouts back.

“Yeah, the TV can only occupy all the kids for so long.” Gemma says. “She’s probably waiting as it is.”

Harry was ready to throw up. He couldn’t remember the last time he introduced a woman to his family, and it wouldn’t even be a proper introduction since it was over FaceTime.

“Okay, okay, Christ.” He swipes your contact. “Just let me say hi to her first before you two jump in.”

You answer after a moment, you were sitting up on your bed at Phil and Julian’s. You made sure your hair and makeup were done, and your headphones were in, just in case there were wandering ears.

“Hi, Y/N.” Harry smiles warmly.

“Hey! How’s everything going?”

“Good! Everyone’s good. We all decorated my sister’s tree last night.”

“Oh, fun! Phil made sweet potato pancakes they were so good.”

“That’s great.” He smiles.

“Yeah.” You smile.

You see a hand smack Harry’s shoulder and you suck your lips into your mouth to keep from laughing.

“Right, well, my mum and sister are here…” He side eyes Gemma. “Would you like to say hello?”

“I would.” You nod. It was the whole point of the FaceTime, but you thought it was sweet he was being so formal. Both Anne and Gemma come into view and smile. “Hello! It’s nice to sort of meet you both.” You chuckle.

“Same to you, dear!” Anne says brightly. “Oh, Harry, she’s lovely.” She whispers, but you hear her.

“Yeah, I know it’s not the same as in person, but this works.” Gemma says. “Hope we didn’t wake you up too early for this…”

“Not at all! I was up anyways getting some work done. How’s the weather over there? It flurried a bit, but it hasn’t been too bad.”

“Freezing rain here, I’m afraid.” Harry says.

“Is that Y/N? Hi, Y/N!” Andy says as he comes into the kitchen where the meeting was occurring.

“Andy.” Harry sighs. “You’re supposed to be-“

“Oh, just give the damn phone to me. You know her plenty, Mum and I don’t, so shoo!” Gemma snatches the phone from Harry, and Anne follows her into the adjacent room.

“Well…isn’t that just perfect.” Harry says to Andy.

“Auntie Gem told me to do it, sorry.” Andy giggles and runs out of the room while Harry chases him.

“Sorry about that, things can get a little hectic around here.” Anne laughs.

“Oh, it’s no problem.” You chuckle.

“So, where are you this week?” Gemma asks.

“I’m staying at my brother’s place in Boston. I’ll be here until the day after New Year’s. My friends and I usually get together for the fireworks and all that.”

“Oh, that sounds like fun!” Anne says. “I can’t remember the last time I actually stayed up late enough to watch the ball drop.” She laughs. “I’m usually home watching all the kids while Harry and Gemma go out.”

“Yeah, we have a couple of parties of our own to go to. Lots of friends for Harry to see. He’s quite popular amongst our group.”

“That’s nice, you share a lot of the same friends?”

“Oh, sure.” Gemma shrugs. “We’re only a couple of years apart in age, and we worked at the same bakery growing up, sort of attached at the hip.”

“You two were awfully cute. They’d even willingly wear matching Halloween costumes.” Anne says. “Remember the year you were Mario and he was Princess Peach?”

“Now that’s something I’d love to see.” You say.

“Okay!” Harry bolts into the room and snatches his phone. “Think you’ve all chatted long enough.”

“You got an entire meal with her family, I think it’s only fair-“

“Mum! Lizzy won’t stop touching me!”

“I’m not doing anything!”

“Seems like your kids need you.” Harry sneers.

“Wonderful, three brats.” She rolls her eyes. “It was nice chatting, Y/N.” Gemma says as she leaves the room the scope out the scene.

“I better go help her.” Anne chuckles as follows out as well.

“So…Princess Peach, huh? You don’t still happen to have that costume do you? I bet you look lovely in a dress.”

“I was five.” Harry rolls his eyes. “And you’re right, I look exceptional in a dress.”

“They’re very nice, your mum and sister. Um…is Gemma not married, or…?”

“She’s widowed, unfortunately.” Harry whispers. “That’s why my mum lives with her, she needed help with her kids and I obviously wasn’t around. It sucked, he had cancer.”

“Oh, I’m so sorry.”

“It’s been a few years, she’s doing much better, but she doesn’t date. She’s tried, but it’s too much.”

“I don’t blame her.”

“Did you have a nice Hanukkah with your family?”

“I did! I refereed a game of dreidel for my younger cousins, it was pretty funny.”

“You really like kids, don’t you?”

“I love kids.” You blush.

“Suppose that’s why you’re so good with them then, huh?” He was blushing too, but he was giving you that toothy smile you loved so much.

“I miss you, Harry.”

“I miss you too.”

“Dad…you better get in there…Lizzy and Ritchie have started to wrestle.”

“Better go pry them apart.” Harry chuckles. “I’ll talk to you soon, love you.”

“Love you too, bye Andy!”

You sigh as you hang up. You knew you’d physically get meet everyone someday so it would be less chaotic, but it was nice to meet them nonetheless.

On New Year’s Eve you throw on a black turtleneck bodysuit and a pair of jeans with some booties. You head out with Phil and Julian once they’re both home from work to meet your other friends at the bar. You send Harry a quick selfie, wanting to still look cute before you inevitably got sweaty and drunk. It was already the New Year in London, and Harry had sent you a selfie before he went out. It was sweet.

“Y/N!” Your best friend Nora squeals as soon as you see her.

“Hey!” You squeal back and hug her.

“It’s so good to see you, I’m so glad we could get together for this.”

“Same here, I know hard it is for you to get away…”

“Oh, don’t be silly. Wouldn’t miss a New Year’s in Boston. Hi Phil, hi, Julian.”

“Hi, Nora.” Phil smiles. “Y/N, we’re gonna go get a booth.”

“Okay, I think I’ll hang by the bar for bit with the crew.”

You say hello to your other friends: Claudia, Mark, and Darcy.

“Okay, so, where’s your man? We’ve been dying to meet him.” Mark says.

“He’s in London with his family.” You shrug. “You’ll meet him eventually, I promise.”

“Too bad, Nora says he’s quite the hunk.” Claudia says.

You side eye your friend as she laughs.

“You send me the best pictures, how could I not share?”

“His tattoos are really interesting.” Darcy says. “Never thought you’d be into a guy so inked up.”

“Neither did I, but I like them a lot.” You bite the rim of your cup and smile.

“I feel like it’s been forever since you’ve been serious with someone.” Mark says. “What’s it about this one?”

“Yeah, doesn’t he have a kid?” Claudia asks.

“He does…and I care a lot about him. His name is Andy, and he’ll be twelve in May.”

“Twelve?!” They all exclaim.

“How old is this guy?” Darcy asks.

“He’ll be thirty-three at the beginning of February. Would you all calm down? He had his son young, it is what it is.” You shrug.

“I knew you wanted to be a mom, but shit.” Nora laughs. “Whatever, you’re happy, right?”

“Very.”

“Then that’s all that matters. Now, I’m much more interested to hear how your love life is going, Mark.”

“Single and ready to find some New Year’s dick tonight.”

You all burst into laughter and clink your glasses. You all end up bar hopping a bit, saying goodbye to your brother and letting him know you’ll be back whenever, which he has no problem with. You get pretty sloshed with your friends, and you ended up at a dance club. You were having an incredible time. The club had plenty of TV’s going so a little before midnight, you all huddle together to watch the ball drop. You all kiss each other’s cheeks, it was cute. You feel your phone buzzing, and it’s a FaceTime request from Harry.

“Hello?!” You shout.

“Happy New Year!” He smiles. You nearly melt. He was still in bed, and he wasn’t wearing his glasses yet, and his hair was all floppy. “Where are you?”

“At a club, and-“

“Is that him?!” Nora shouts and goes behind your shoulder. “Oooo, look at him! Hiya hot stuff!”

“Isn’t it, like, really early in London?” Claudia slurs to Darcy.

“Yeah, babe, isn’t it, like, six in the morning?”

“Yeah.” He chuckles. “I was getting up anyways, and I wanted to call.”

“Aww.” You and your friends swoon.

“Well…I can see you’re busy, so I’ll let you go.”

“Okay! Happy New Year, love you!” You hang up before he can say it back.

“Damn, Y/N, he’s handsome.” Mark says.

“Mhm, and he’s allll mine.” You giggle with your friends.

“There’s my baby!” Paige exclaims as Andy gets off the plane. She throws her arms around him and kisses him. “Did you have a good time?”

“Yeah! Grammy and Auntie Gem say hi.” He holds her hand as they make their way to baggage.

“Oh, that’s nice of them. You had fin with Lizzy and Ritchie?”

“Yeah, we got to play the new game Y/N got me.”

“What game is that?”

“What Do You Meme, it’s a lot of fun.”

“Well, that was very nice of her to get that for you. Seemed like you got a lot of other nice gifts from when we spoke on Christmas.”

“Mhm, and Grammy got me a ton of new clothes. She got me those sneakers I’ve been wanting.”

“She sure has an eye for fashion, huh?” She chuckles. “So, we’re going to grab your bag and then Noah and Rachel are waiting in the car. Are you too tired for lunch?”

“No, I slept pretty well on the plane. One of the attendants sat with me and held my hand when we took off.”

“I love it when they do that for you, that’s so nice.”

“Gram’s not coming for lunch?”

“No, she ended up going to New York with Auntie Allie for New Year’s…she’ll be back tomorrow.”

“Alright, it’ll be nice then, just the four of us.”

“Yeah, it will. Everyone missed you, honey.”

Andy actually enjoys his lunch with everyone. He and Rachel talk about their new gifts. It warmed Paige’s heart to being having some real family time. The few days Andy is home is wonderful, and come Sunday, you show up to pick Andy up. You’d be having brunch with Paige before taking Andy back to Harry’s. You made sure to stock the fridge with all his favorites already. You take a deep breath, and ring the bell. After a couple of moment, Paige answers the door.

“Y/N!” She says brightly. “Come on in, you must be freezing.”

“Hi, thanks.” You smile and enter the home. She takes your coat and hangs it up. It was oddly quiet. “Where is everyone?”

“Oh, well, my sister came back with my mom late last night, so they’re out with Andy now having a brunch of their own, and Rachel has Hebrew school on Sunday mornings, and they usually get lunch together after that. So it’s just us two, I’ve got quite the spread for us, come into the kitchen.”

She really did have quite the spread. Bagels, cream cheese, eggs, juice, and fruit.

“Wow, you didn’t have to do all this…”

“Oh, sure I did. Would you like some coffee?”

“That’d be great, thank you.”

She nods and gestures for you to sit while she gets the coffee.

“I’m so glad we could finally get together to do this. I feel like I know you, but don’t at the same time.” She sips her coffee and makes up a plate, as do you. “Did you have a nice holiday?”

“I did, yeah, thank you. Did you?”

“As good as it could have been, I suppose.” She nods. “It was weird without my dad, but that’s life.” She shrugs.

“I’m so sorry, it must have been difficult.”

“It was weird, all of the fun helped distract us, but I know it was really hard for my mother. The first holidays without them are always the hardest.” You nod at her. “Anyways, I…oh, that’s a lovely necklace.” She points to your palm tree, and you clutch at it.

“Thank you, um, Harry got it for me.” You swallow.

“This doesn’t need to be weird, Y/N.” She smirks. “You’re in his life, which means you’re in my son’s life, and I just wanna know more about you, that’s all. This isn’t a one way street either, if there’s anything you’d like to know about me I’d be happy to answer.”

“I know…I have to admit, I was a little nervous to be one on one with you. I hope you know, I care a lot about Andy.”

“No need to be nervous. Harry trusts you, so I do too.” She shrugs. “He’s always been such a great judge in character.”

“Can I ask…how did you two meet?”

“Oh, god, years ago when we were in college. He came to our school when he was a sophomore, and joined our group. I was dating this other guy at the time, but we became fast friends. He was always so sweet. The other guy and I broke up eventually, and then I can’t quite recall what it was, but long story short Harry and I got together. I graduated a year ahead of him, but we made it work.”

“And Andy was an accident?”

“He certainly wasn’t planned.” She laughs. “I’ll spare you the details, but we were shocked to say the least when we found out. I was already working at the law office, thank god, so I had some decent benefits and maternity leave and all that.”

“Were you scared being so young?”

“A little…I was more so worried at the time about being so far away from Harry. I had started working in this area, so we were long distance. I was grateful he found a grad program in the area that worked for him. I sort of felt guilty for making him grow up so fast, but I got over it. He really stepped up.”

“He’s a great dad.”

“He really is! He was a natural right away.”

“And…it just didn’t work out between you two?”

“I was sort of stubborn, and a little resentful. He was getting to work on his career, and I felt like I was in a rut. My parents were getting to me…and…one morning I woke up and looked at him and realized I just wasn’t in love. When we were dating in school it was just fun, you know? I hadn’t really been given the chance to see if I wanted something future wise with him. For all I knew, he could have decided to go back to London, you know? It was awful because we were living together, and we had Andy, and I just couldn’t figure out how to end it, and then…well, he asked me to marry him, and that was when I knew it had to be over, so I told him no and we broke up. I felt sick over it because I knew I hurt him.”

You blink as you take all of the information in. Sometimes people just weren’t compatible, and that was okay, and maybe Harry had been looking at things with rose colored glasses.

“His parents were divorced growing up, so I think he thought getting married would make everything better. We fought a lot, things just stopped being fun.” She shrugs. “But that was all a long time ago, and we worked on things for Andy’s sake, and I’d like to think we’re doing right by him now. He raves about you, they both do, and it makes me so happy to hear it.”

“You really want what’s best for Harry, huh?”

“I do.” She nods. “And for my son, obviously. I know at times it may seem weird that Harry and I are sort of close…especially after my father died, but it’s really not always like that. It’s not like we text or talk every day. We only meet up when we absolutely have to. I think sometimes when we see each other more we fall into that old patter of friendship, but it doesn’t go further than that, I hope you can see that. I love Noah, I really feel like he’s the person I’m supposed to be with.”

“I…feel that way about Harry.” You mutter and sip your coffee, but you don’t miss her smile.

“That makes me so happy to hear, you have no idea.” She gives your hand a squeeze. “So, tell me, you’re working on your PhD, and then what?”

“Hopefully become a full professor at some point. I really like working at the university, so I won’t be going anywhere once I finish.”

“I just hope they give you a pay bump afterwards. Harry had to fight for his, he honestly almost left when they said no, but they didn’t want to lose him.”

“Right.”

“You’re just on a yearly contract, right?”

“Yeah, I can’t go for tenure until I have my doctorate.”

“Do you have anything planned for while you’re with Andy?”

“I have a couple of craft ideas, yeah. You’re not mad he wanted to stay with me?”

“No, I get it. He was so annoyed last year when he had to get up earlier for school and all that. Plus…right now he still enjoys seeing my mother, my biggest fear is that if he’s here a lot he may not like the visits as much. She’s sweet on him now, but she has this way of saying these little things that eventually just get under your skin.”

“God, I’m so sorry, that must be so difficult.”

“I’m just glad she has her own section of the house to putter around in.”

“Would she ever go back to living in a condo or anything? Maybe there’s some type of old folks community she could go to.”

“They were living in one before, but she really doesn’t want to live alone, and I don’t blame her. As shrill as she can be, I know she likes being around people.” She sighs. “Look, I guess I just wanted to say that I’m glad Harry has you, and I’m glad Andy has you too. Becoming a blended family isn’t easy, and I’m sure Harry having to watch me move on wasn’t easy either. He had started talking about you here and there, his new office neighbor, and how funny she was.” Paige grins. “I knew right away he had a little crush on you. I’d never seen him play it so cool because I’ve only ever known him as a flirt, but I know it’s different when you work with someone.”

“Andy told me something similar. God, how embarrassing for him to be gushing about me.” You chuckle.

“No, it was so sweet! I remember when he asked if he could bring a friend to Andy’s party, as if he needed my permission. We were very excited to meet you. I’m glad things have been going so well for you two.”

“Thanks, that means a lot.”

“You and I don’t need to be best friends or anything, but I definitely want us to be friendly, you know? I look at Noah and Harry, and I know there are times they have their own squabbles, but it’s nice they get along so well. I want you to feel comfortable here.”

“That’s very kind of you, thank you. I definitely don’t feel nervous around you anymore. Um, so, is there anything I should know about taking care of Andy for longer than just a few hours?”

“He’ll try to get more TV time, and he loves talking on the phone with his friends, if you don’t cap it at an hour, he’ll wrack up the phone bill. He won’t admit it, but he still likes the crust cut off his sandwiches. Oh! You’ll need to help him with his hair after he showers.”

“What does he need help with?”

“Well, there’s this special mousse he uses to help his curls really come out. Harry uses it, so he likes using it. You need to dry his hair with a t-shirt, and then comb through it. Then you have to get the mousse in your hands and run it through his hair. It’s best if he doesn’t shower right before bed because then you have to let it air dry.”

“Okay, very good to know. I don’t think I’ve been over when Harry’s helped him with that.”

“Other than that, it’s just helping him with homework and packing lunches. He’s not one of those kids that needs to sleep with you if he has a scary dream or anything like that. If you need anything, don’t hesitate to call me, alright?”

“Alright.” You smile at her and she smiles back. You’re able to finish the rest of your meal in peace.

A little while later Andy comes in with his Gram and Auntie Allie.

“Y/N!” He shoots over to you and gives you a hug.

“Hi, did you have a good flight and all that?”

“Yeah! I’ll go up and get my stuff.”

“Okay.” You chuckle as he races upstairs.

“You both remember Y/N from Andy’s birthday party, right?” Paige says to her sister and mother.

“Yes, hi.” Allie smiles and shakes your hand. “Good to see you again.”

“You too.” You smile. “Hello Lydia.” You shake her hand and you watch as she sizes you up.

“Hello, so, you’re taking my grandson from me?”

“Mom, please.” Paige says. “Andy wants to be able to stay at home easier with Harry gone.”

“This is home too.”

“It is, but he goes to school in another town, so it’ll be easier for him to stay with Y/N.”

“You’re always giving in so easily, Paige, you should have never let-“

“Pardon me, but what are you doing?” You say.

“Excuse me?” Lydia says.

“No, I don’t think I will. Were you seriously just about to start an argument with your daughter about her son in front me? What is wrong with you? She’s his mother, I think she knows what she’s doing. You may have zero clue about what it’s like to raise a child with someone you’re not with, but she’s doing her best. I think it takes a lot of strength and courage to change up a living arrangement the way she did. It may not be my place to say because I’m just the girlfriend of the guy who she used to be with, and I know you just lost your husband, but you need to check yourself lady.”

Allie sucks her lips in to keep from laughing, and Paige has to do the same. This was prime entertainment.

“Maybe she feels like she can’t stand up to you because she’s trying to keep the peace, but she shouldn’t have to do that in her own home. You should be grateful she didn’t ship you off to a retirement home. I’m sure you have a lot of things to be angry about, but let it go. Your daughter’s made a wonderful life for herself, and I think you should recognize that before it’s too late.”

Andy comes down with his things, and goes over to give everyone a hug.

“Thanks again for lunch Gram.”

“You’re, um, more than welcome sweetheart.” She was in shock.

“See on Friday, Mum.” Andy says as he hugs his mother. “Bye, Auntie Allie, love you.”

“Love you too.”

“It was nice seeing everyone. Thanks again for brunch, Paige, it was wonderful.” You and Andy head out and leave them all stunned.

“Oh, I like her.” Allie says with a laugh.

“Who speaks to a stranger that way?!” Lydia says.

“She had a point.” Paige says. “Who starts an argument in front of a stranger? And, fuck it, she’s not a stranger! She’s Harry’s girlfriend, his serious girlfriend, who I happen to like, and Andy adores her. She was right mom, you need to check yourself. Take some time to figure out your priorities because I can’t live like this! I’m walking on eggshells in my own home. My home, not yours.”

“Okay, can everyone just take a deep breath?” Allie says. “Let’s just sit down and have a conversation without this becoming a screaming match.”

As you drive Andy to Harry’s, you hear him trying to bite back a laugh.

“What’s so funny back there?”

“Nothing, it’s just…I’ve heard my dad raise his voice at Gram before, and hearing you do the same thing just proves you two are a good couple.”

“Oh god, you heard me?”

“Yeah, but it’s okay. Thanks for standing up for my mom.”

“Of course! She’s a really nice person, she doesn’t deserve to be talked down to in her own home like that. I couldn’t just stand there and let it happen.” You scoff. “Anyways, what do you say when we get back we get you unpacked and then we talk lunches for the week?”

“Sounds good to me. Thanks again for wanting to stay with me.”

“I’m happy to do it. It’ll be fun.”

“Do you think…um, if it goes well, that you’ll move in?”

Your eyes grow wide and your heart skips a beat.

“That’s a conversation I’d need to have with your dad, Andy. It’s sort of a big deal for two people to move in together. I’ll be honest with you, I don’t think I’m ready for that, but I really do enjoy staying over when I do.”

“Alright, I’ll take your word for it.” He shrugs.

You turn up the music and take a deep breath. Once you get Andy inside, and he unpacks his things you go into the kitchen with him to discuss lunches for the week.

“Just pb and j’s are fine, it doesn’t need to be fancy.”

“I know, but I wanna make sure you’re not hungry. I could cut up some carrots for you and put some chips in there too. Would you like that?”

“Yeah, whatever.” He shrugs. “Are you gonna make baked ziti tomorrow? Dad usually gets up early on Monday mornings to get it all together and then he just throws it in the oven when we get home.”

“Sure, I can make that. I don’t know if it’ll come out as good though.”

“I’ll get up early to help you, hold on a second.” Andy goes down to the basement where Harry has another freezer and comes back up with a container of sauce. “This needs to thaw overnight in the fridge.”

“Thank god you remembered, I wouldn’t have even thought about it. So it’s pretty much just boil the pasta and get it together with the sauce?”

“Mhm.”

“Alright, I shouldn’t need your help then. What time should I wake you up in the morning?”

“6:30.”

“Okay.” You nod. “Well, I know you had a big lunch, so just let me know when you feel hungry and I’ll whip up something for dinner.”

“Sounds good, I’m gonna go hang out in my room.”

“I’ll be up in the loft working if you need me.” You smile.

You: hey baby, I’m at your place with Andy. I’m gonna make him pb and j’s for lunch this week :)

Harry: that sounds great! Just make sure to cut the crust off, he won’t tell you to do it, but that’s how he likes it

You: so I’ve heard…I had a nice time with Paige today

Harry: not too awkward?

You: not really no, although, I did tell off her mom

Harry: you did?!

You: yeah, she was about to start some argument with Paige in front of me and I was like uhhh I think the fuck not!

Harry: lmao good for you, like I said, Lydia can be a bitch

You: for real

Harry: what are you up to now?

You: I’m gonna get some work done, wbu

Harry: just reading, the house is finally a little quieter…got my big meeting tomorrow

You: I know! I can’t wait to hear all about it

Harry: maybe we could FaceTime after??

You: definitely!

Harry: maybe we could plan it for when I’m getting ready for bed 😈 😈 😈

You: you’re an idiot

Harry: come on! Could be fun

You: normally I’d be game for phone sex, but at the time you’d be going to bed, I’d be eating dinner with your son, not exactly appropriate

Harry: maybe you could just send me a sexy pic then

You: a sexy pic?! How old are you???

Harry: 32, you’ve got a shit memory babe

You: you’re not helping your case

Harry: just teasing!

You: mhm, I’m going to do some work now

Harry: okay, okay I’m sorry

You: don’t be I just blah because I got my period this morning…so no sexy pics, but maybe when Andy goes back to Paige’s we could get a little frisky over the phone

Harry: sounds like an excellent compromise to me darling

You get up early the next morning to put the baked ziti together, and then you get Andy’s lunch box all set. You take a quick shower, and get dressed before going to wake up Andy. You gently open his door and peep your head in.

“Andy?” You coo. “It’s time to get up.” You hear him groan. “I’ve been told not to leave until you actually get up.”

“Ugh, fine.” He rips his blanket off and puts his feet on the floor. “Happy?”

“Very.” You smile. “Any requests for breakfast?”

“Oatmeal, please.” He yawns and you nod.

You drop Andy off at school on time, and wave to him as he walks inside. Morning one is done, you can do this.

Andy goes to his locker and puts what he doesn’t need away, and grabs his things for his first few classes.

“Andy!” Brandon exclaims and hugs him.

“Oof!” He giggles. “Almost knocked me over.”

“Sorry.” Brandon steps back and clears his throat. “How was London?”

“It was great, I had so much fun. How was your holiday?”

“It was good. Connecticut isn’t as exciting as London though.” He laughs and they both head to homeroom.

They sit in their seats and talk with their other friends. Their teacher comes in speaking with another student. Andy does a double take and his eyes grow wide. It was a girl with long, flowing brown hair. She had it up in a ponytail on the top of her head, held with a blue scrunchie.

“Hey, who’s that?” He asks his friends.

“Never seen her before.” Brandon says.

“Everyone!” The teacher says after the second bell rings. “Let’s settle down. I hope you all had a wonderful break. Today I’m excited to introduce a new student, Caroline Stearn, I hope you all will give her a warm welcome. Caroline, would you like to say a few things about yourself?”

“Um…sure? Hi, I’m Caroline, I just moved here from Maine…my mom just got a teaching job at the university down the road and my dad also just started working at the university, but he works in IT. I have three older sisters, they’re all in high school.”

“Thank you Caroline, why don’t you have a seat in front of Andy over there?”

She nods and does as told. She smiles at Andy and he smiles back. The teacher starts talking about whatever news the students need before homeroom is over.

“I’m Andy.” He whispers, and she turns around almost surprised.

“Nice to meet you.” She smiles.

“I was new here last year…but I came from a school a couple towns over.” He smirks. “You can sit with us at lunch if you want.”

“Really?” She sounds relieved. “That’d be great, thanks.”

He nods and she faces back front. He looks over at Brandon who was making a face at him. Andy mouths ‘what’ at him, and Brandon rolls his eyes. Andy felt nervous, but he wasn’t sure why.

“Carline, how’s your first day going so far?” Tyler asks her during lunch.

“It’s okay. “ She shrugs. “Everyone seems nice so far.”

“Do you miss living in Maine at all?” Andy asks. She was sitting next to him.

“Honestly, not really.” She giggles. “We were from a really small town with nothing to do.” Everyone at the table bursts out laughing. “What?” Her face was red now.

“And this town doesn’t scream small town to you?” Brandon says. “The closest arcade is thirty minutes away, same with the movie theater. There’s literally nothing to do.”

“My class sizes back home were ten people max. There’s like twenty of us here.” She says shyly and takes a bite of her sandwich. She sees Andy’s and smiles. “You don’t like the crust either?”

“No.” He smiles at her. “You know what’s funny? My dad’s girlfriend made this for me, and I didn’t even have to ask her to cut it off. She’s like, psychic or something.”

“Oh yeah, Y/N’s staying with you, right?” Brandon chimes in.

“Mhm, she told off my Gram yesterday. It was so funny. She’s so cool, I’m really glad my dad’s with her. He can be so lame sometimes.” He rolls his eyes, and then looks at Caroline. “Sorry, that must all sound confusing.”

“It’s okay. Maybe we could get together some time and you could explain it to me.”

Andy nearly chokes on his sandwich. He takes a sip of his water, and starts nodding.

“Yeah, um, we could definitely do that.”

“Cool.” She smiles.

“Cool.” He smiles back, and then look up at Brandon who just rolls his eyes.

Since you had time before classes started back up in a couple of more weeks, you decide to go to the library to get some work done, rather than go to your office. It would almost be too quiet. Normally you’d just sleep in, but it was almost good you needed to be up for Andy, it would keep you in a routine. Lisa was hoping to see a very rough draft of your work once the second semester started.

You get a fuck ton done before needing to pick Andy up at 2:30. You decide to stop off at Dunkin beforehand to surprise him with a hot chocolate as a treat. The first day back to school after a break always felt long as a kid, so you thought you’d do something to potentially perk him up. As you pull up you see Andy walking out with Brandon, but also with a young girl. He waves goodbye to Brandon and hangs back with the girl.

“Thanks for being so nice to me today.”

“It’s not like you made it hard…” He blushes. “Um, so, you were thinking maybe Thursday after school?”

“Yeah! It would have to be your house, though, we’re still unpacking.”

“I’ll ask my dad’s girlfriend, I’m sure she won’t mind.”

“Okay…I’m excited.”

“Me too.”

“Oh! There’s my mom’s car, I better go. Bye, Andy.”

“Bye, Caroline.”

Andy sees your car and races over, getting into the back seat.

“Hi, how was school?”

“It was…really great actually.”

“Oh, good. Here, I got you a hot chocolate.”

“You’re the best, Y/N! Thanks.”

“You’re welcome…um, who was that girl you were just talking to?” You ask as you start to drive away.

“Oh, that was Caroline. She’s new, I helped her out a little bit today. I was actually sort of hoping she could come over after school Thursday.” He mutters.

“I’ll have to ask your dad if girls are allowed over.” You smirk. “You might have to hang out in a more open area.”

“Brandon and I don’t have to do that…”

“Very true, but even still, you and Brandon don’t keep the door closed when he’s over.”

“You got me there.” He shrugs. “I’m sure Dad will say yes.”

“When do your basketball practices start?”

“Next Tuesday.”

“Do you have everything you need for that?”

“Yup, I got a ton of new stuff for Christmas.”

“Okay, cool, just wanted to make sure. So…Caroline’s nice?”

“Super nice, and…her smile is pretty, so are her eyes. They’re like…the prettiest brown eyes I’ve ever seen.”

“Oh!”

“She…she gave me the butterflies, Y/N.” He runs a hand through his hair.

“Already?”

“Yeah, and now I’m confused because I thought Brandon gave me butterflies.”

“Well…sometimes two people can give you butterflies, that’s okay.”

“But she’s a girl and he’s a boy…why am I so weird?” He groans.

“Oh, Andy, you’re not weird at all. A lot of people feel like you about boys and girls.”

“They do?”

“Sure! One of my really good friends Darcy likes boys and girls.”

“How does she decide which one she likes better?”

“Well, she doesn’t.” You shrug as you pull into the driveway. You both get into the house and sit on the couch to continue your conversation. Andy holds a throw pillow to his stomach. “I’ve been around her when she’s had a boyfriend, and when she’s had a girlfriend, both make her equally happy. I think for her, at the end of the day, she’s attracted to the type of person they are, so the gender doesn’t really matter.”

“My dad said something like that once, he says he just likes the person and the rest doesn’t really matter. And then I asked him if he liked boys like that and he said no, so I was just more confused.”

“Sexuality is an ever evolving thing, Andy. You may decide you like one thing now, but in a few years you could like something else. I know it all feels stressful and confusing, but remember you’re eleven. You have so much time to figure it all out.”

“So…you only like boys?”

“Yeah, I guess.”

“How did you know?”

“I don’t know exactly. I’m just not attracted to women in a way that would make me want to date one.”

“Caroline is, like, really pretty. I’ve never really thought girls were pretty before.”

“Could just be a sign you’re growing up.” You give him a soft smile. “Can I ask…if you think Caroline is pretty, what do you think of Brandon?”

“Brandon’s…ugh, Brandon’s cute, Y/N.” Andy runs a hand over his face. “I like his smile too, and I mean, look the bracelet he made me. I made him one too, but he’s not as artsy as I am, and it’s literally perfect.” He holds his wrist out so you can get a better look at the bracelet.

“It’s a beautiful bracelet.”

“Can you do me a favor?”

“Of course.”

“When you ask my dad if Caroline can come over, can you please not mention anything else to him? I don’t want him to know about any of this.”

“Andy, he just wants to be there for you…”

“I know, but…he’ll just be so, like, after school special about it. Then he’ll tell my mom about it, and I really don’t want her knowing.”

“I don’t know if I can keep a secret from your dad, Andy.”

“You wouldn’t be! Please, Y/N?”

“Okay…I’ll keep this stuff between us.”

“Thank you.” He sighs with relief and leans forward to hug you.

After dinner you end up FaceTiming with Harry. He speaks with Andy for a bit first, and then it’s your turn. You take the phone into the bedroom for some privacy while Andy takes a shower.

“Hi.” You smile at him.

“Hey, baby.”

“How was your meeting?”

“Could not have gone better.”

“Really? That’s great!”

“They loved what I had, and signed me write another piece for the journal!”

“Harry, that’s incredible. I’m so proud of you.”

“Thanks. So, how was your first real day with him?”

“It was good.” You bite your bottom lip. “Can he have a friend over Thursday?”

“Sure, I don’t care if Brandon comes over.”

“It’s not Brandon…”

“Oh, Tyler then?”

“No, this is a new friend…a girl named Caroline.”

“A girl?! Wow, yeah, that’s fine. Did he tell you anything about her?”

“We actually had a long conversation about a lot of things today, but he asked me not to tell you and I don’t wanna betray his trust.”

“He…doesn’t want me to know something?”

“He doesn’t want an after school special lecture or whatever.”

“I do not do that.” He scoffs. “You really won’t tell me anything?”

“All I’m going to say is that he’s extremely confused, and I validated his feelings, and then he hugged me.”

“Does he like this girl?”

“He thinks she’s pretty.”

“And what about Brandon?”

“Can’t say.”

“Come on, Y/N.”

“Harry, I’m stuck here. I really wanna respect him. He’s not in any danger or anything so I think it’s okay that the conversation stayed between he and I.”

“I don’t like it.” He pouts.

“I’m sorry, baby doll.” You pout back.

“Y/N?! I need some help with my hair!”

“Welp, duty calls.” You giggle. “I love you.”

“I love you too. Thanks for being there for him. I’m happy he has you to talk to.”

“Me too.”

You end the call and meet Andy in the living room. He looked incredibly cute with the t-shirt wrapped around his head. He sits down on the floor in front of the couch and you sit down. You comb through his hair as carefully as you can, and then you apply the mousse. You hear him sigh and it makes you smile.

“Wanna watch TV before you go read?” You ask him when you’re done.

“Yeah, can I put my show on?”

“Of course.” You smile. He gets cozy next to you, and you smirk when you see he selects Family Guy. “Andy…are you old enough to be watching this?”

“Dad lets me watch this all the time, it’s funny.” He shrugs.

“Do you even get half of the jokes?”

“Not really, but it’s still funny.”

“Okay.” You shake your head.

“Would you play with my hair?”

“Sure, do you wanna rest your head on my lap?”

“Yeah.” He smiles and grabs a pillow to get comfortable. “Y/N?”

“Yes?”

“You’d make a good mom.” He says with a yawn as he keeps his eyes on the TV.

“Oh, um, thank you, Andy.”

When Thursday rolls around, you pick Andy up, and you’re also met with Caroline getting into the backseat of your car.

“Hello, you must be Caroline, it’s nice to meet you.” You smile.

“Nice to meet you too.” She smiles.

“I’m Andy’s dad’s girlfriend. I hear your mom works at the university? So do I.”

“Oh, really? She works in the Psychology department…my dad works there too, but he’s in IT.”

“Well, feel free to tell your mom to look out for me and Harry. We teach in the Communication department.”

“Okay.” Caroline smiles.

You get the two of them home and fix them with a snack. You tell them you’ll be up in the loft and you remind Andy to keep his door open.

“She’s really nice.” Caroline says as she sits down on Andy’s bed.

“Yeah, she’s the first girlfriend my dad’s had in a long time. I like her a lot.”

“How long have they been together for?”

“I don’t know…seven months I think.”

“Wow, that’s a long time!”

“Super long. They were friends for a while before they got together too, so they knew each other really well.”

“That’s so sweet! My parents met on a blind date.” She giggles. “How did your mom and dad meet?”

“In college I guess.” He shrugs. “She lives about thirty minutes from here, I see her every other weekend.”

“Does she date anyone?”

“She’s engaged actually. His name is Noah and he has a daughter, Rachel. She’s a year younger than us.”

“Wow, it’s like that movie Blended.”

“Yeah! They’re nice enough, and Noah makes my mum happy, so that’s all I care about.”

“That’s, like, really grown up of you.” Caroline was in awe of Andy. He blushes slightly and clears his throat.

“Enough about me, what’s it like having three older sisters?”

“It can be fun and annoying. Like, they help me with my hair and clothes, but other times it feels like we’re always fighting. I feel bad for dad.”

“Why?”

“Because they all get their…monthly visits at the same time.”

“Oh! That video they showed us in health class was gross.”

“Did they show you the one about the girl who gets it for the first time, and then they talk about a girl’s insides?”

“Yeah! And then we had to watch the same one, but about boys, and then we had to watch a video about giving birth…”

“Ew, and they actually show the baby coming out, right?”

“Yeah…nasty.” They both shiver and then they both laugh.

“I know you guys said there wasn’t much to do around here, but what do you do for fun?”

“I play basketball with Brandon, his dad is our coach. Winter program on Fridays is fun. Do you ski?”

“I do! I can’t wait for tomorrow. Would you wanna sit with me on the bus?”

“Well…I would, but…I sit with Brandon.”

“Oh, that’s okay. I can just sit near you, maybe? Are you two best friends?”

“Yeah, we are.” Andy blushes. “And yeah, you can definitely sit near me.”

“Cool.” She smiles and grabs her books out of her bag, and Andy does the same. “You’d been so great to me all week. I’m really glad that seat was open in front of you in homeroom.”

“Me too.”

Later that night, after Caroline’s mom picked her up, you and Andy watch a little TV on couch. He had been quiet.

“So, do you have everything together for winter program tomorrow?”

“Yup, got my ski bag ready to go.”

“Make sure to pack what you need for your mum’s, she’s gonna get you after school tomorrow.”

“And then I’ll see you Monday after school, right?”

“That’s right.”

“I had a lot of fun with you this week. You make me not miss my dad as much.”

“Aw, that’s sweet. It’s okay to miss him, though, I miss him a lot too.”

“You forgot to say that you had a lot of fun with me too.” He rolls his eyes.

“Oh, did I?” Andy likes praise too, it seems. “Well, I had loads of fun with you this week, and we’ll have loads more next week.”

“I hope we get a snow day or something. Brandon’s dad usually takes us sledding.”

“Maybe you could bring Caroline with you too. She’s very nice.”

“Yeah, I like her a lot. She asked if she could sit with me tomorrow, but I had to tell her no because I sit on the bus with Brandon.”

“That’s good you didn’t flake on Brandon.”

“He’d kill me if I did, although, I feel like he’s getting a taste of his own medicine.”

“What do you mean?”

“Remember when he was with Molly? Everything was about her, now he knows how it feels.”

“Right, he’d talk about her a lot.”

“Mhm.”

“Do you talk about Caroline a lot?”

“Pretty much, it’s hard not to. She’s funny, and she always smells like cherries.” He swoons.

“And to think you’ve only known her for four days.” You chuckle.

“I wonder if she’ll go on the lift with me tomorrow, shoot, I should have asked her while she was here.”

“Do you have her number?”

“Yeah…”

“So text her and ask. Tell her you had a nice time hanging out, and then ask her if she’ll save a run for you tomorrow.”

“You’re brilliant, Y/N! I’m gonna go do that now and then get ready for bed. Goodnight!”

“Night.” You smile and watch him run off to his room.

You felt like a full on basketball-mom sitting at Andy’s practice. Watching all the boys was pretty fun, you never got to see Andy be sporty other than going on hikes. There were some other parents and older siblings in the gym watching as well. You got some funny looks from some, and others were quite friendly. You brought your laptop with you to get some work done, but you ended up taking pictures for Harry to see. You knew it killed him to miss Andy’s first week back in action.

Brandon’s dad had the boys running drills, back and forth, sprinting up and down the court. He had them all working on their dribbling, and at the end he had them scrimmage a bit. You noticed how when the boys had to stand and listen to directions that Brandon and Andy were often leaning on each other mindlessly, or touching in some fashion. When practice ends, Brandon chats with Andy quick.

“Did you wanna do homework over the phone later?” Brandon asks.

“I can’t. I need to shower and eat, and then I told Caroline I’d call her.”

“Oh…”

“Sorry, maybe tomorrow?”

“Sure, yeah, maybe you could just come over after school?”

“Well, Y/N is watching me for a reason, you know? You could come to place, though.”

“Yeah! I’ll ask my parents.”

“Great, well, I’ll see you tomorrow.” Andy comes over to you. “Hi, Y/N.”

“Hey, you looked great out there.”

“Thanks, can Brandon come over tomorrow?”

“Sure.” You shrug. “Come on, I ordered a pizza for dinner and I need to go pick it up. Thought it would be a nice break from my cooking.”

“I like the way you cook, but pizza sounds great.”

Brandon was fuming, and you could feel it. Andy had accidentally invited Caroline over too, and you were just trying to keep them all happy. They were all playing video games in the living room, and you popped them some popcorn. They had all done their homework together, but you could feel the tension when you gave them dinner. Luckily they’d be getting picked up soon so you could chat with Andy about it. Caroline’s phone goes off.

“Oh! My dad’s here.” Andy pauses the game to walk her to the door. “Thanks for having me.” She gives Andy a hug goodbye after she gets her coat on, and heads out.

“Isn’t she cool, B? She knows how to play Smash Brothers.” Andy says as he sits back down with Brandon.

“It’s not rocket science.” He mumbles.

“Are you okay? You were sort of quiet…”

“Well, I thought just you and I were hanging out today.”

“I told you at school, when she and talked last night I just sort of told her she could come by. I didn’t think it would be that big of a deal. You used to do it with Molly all the time.”

“Yeah, but Molly was my girlfriend, that’s different.”

“How is that any different?”

“Because she’d let me kiss her after. You wouldn’t say no to someone who lets them kiss you.”

“Maybe you should go back to kissing her then.” Andy rolls his eyes. “I like hanging out with Caroline…”

“More than me?”

“No…it’s just different.”

“Well, it sort of feels like you have a new best friend.”

“Don’t be like that, she’s not my new best friend, she’s just a new friend. She’s really pretty. Who knows, maybe I’ll kiss her.”

“You like her enough to kiss her?”

“Maybe.” He shrugs. “She’s really pretty, don’t you think?”

“She’s okay.” Brandon shrugs, and he sees his phone light up. “My mom’s here, I have to go.”

“Alright, see you tomorrow.”

“See you.” They both hug before Brandon leaves.

“Andy…um…”

“I don’t wanna talk about it.” He huffs and goes to his room. You follow after him and stand in his doorway.

“I was just going to ask if you wanted some ice cream.”

“No, thank you.” He sighs. “I feel Brandon was upset with me. I really didn’t think he’d mind it if she came.”

“Well, now you know. Maybe don’t make it a group thing.”

“He’s the only one of our friends that seems to mind her. I don’t get it.”

“Maybe he’s jealous that you’re suddenly not as available.”

“Then that makes him a hippo because he did the same thing with Molly.”

“I think you mean hypocrite.” You chuckle.

“Whatever it is, you know what I mean. This is so annoying, I acted supportive when he told me he was dating her.”

“Are you saying you want to date Caroline?”

“Maybe! It shouldn’t matter, he should be there for me. I should be able to talk about girls and stuff with him.”

“Andy did you ever stop to think that maybe Brandon is confused in the way that you’re confused?” His eyes widen at that.

“You mean…Brandon could think that I’m cute?”

“He could, yeah.”

“Oh my god.” He looks around like he’s searching for an answer. “But what if Caroline thinks I’m cute too?”

“Do you think that she thinks you’re cute?”

“There are rumors going around that she does!”

“Okay, so what do you want to do?!”

“I have no idea!” He flops onto his bed. He mumbles something into his pillow.

“What?!”

“I think I wanna ask her out!”

“Are you even allowed to date yet?!”

“I don’t know! I didn’t think I’d be feeling this way so soon so I haven’t asked!”

“Well, now I have to tell your dad what’s been going on!”

“No, you can’t!”

“I have to!”

“Okay, everybody just be cool.” Andy stands back up. “Screaming won’t get us anywhere.”

“Andy, you can’t ask her out unless your dad says it’s okay. I don’t know how he feels about you dating. You’re only eleven!”

“But I like her…”

“Then you need to wait until Harry gets home, and you need to talk to him about all of this. I won’t say a word, but you sure as hell will.” You cross your arms and so does he.

“I don’t wanna talk to him about this. He’s too romantic about everything, and then he’s gonna be like ‘my baby has a crush’.”

“Well, his baby does have a crush. It’s adorable when you think about it.”

“God, not you too.” He runs his hands over his face. “Fine, I’ll talk to him when he gets back and I won’t make a move beforehand.”

“Good.” You nod and stick your hand out for him to shake. “Pleasure doing business with you.”

You went to bed exhausted as fuck that night. You needed Harry home, now.

The next morning at school Andy takes a deep breath before going over to Brandon at his locker.

“Hi.” He says shyly.

“Morning.” Brandon says without looking at him.

“I’m sorry about yesterday.” Brandon closes his locker and looks at Andy. “I should have asked first before just inviting someone else over with us.”

“It’s okay.” Brandon sighs. “I get it.”

“You do?”

“Yeah, Caroline is really pretty. Do you, um, think you like like her?”

“I might…I think so, but I’m a little confused. It doesn’t matter anyways, she probably doesn’t like me like that.”

“Why wouldn’t she?” Brandon smirks and throws his arm around Andy’s shoulders as they walk to homeroom. “You’re a great catch.”

“Shut up.” Andy chuckles and nudges Brandon.

Things seemed fine between the boys as basketball practice. You could just tell by their body language. You and Andy share a dinner of pasta and veggies after he showers.

“Did you stay here all weekend while I was at my mum’s? I didn’t even think to ask.”

“No, I went back to my place. I’ll do the same when you go back on Friday. I had water my plants and all that.”

“What’s your place like?”

“It’s just a simple two bedroom.” You shrug. “I like it a lot cause it’s all mine. I love decorating and interior design, so I’ve had fun really making it my own.”

“If you could redecorate here, what do you think you’d change?”

“Hmm…” You look around. “First off, I’d paint…everywhere. It’s dark too dark in the living room. I’d paint it a light grey, and then find some curtains with some color to make it pop. I’d also get blinds for the sliding door, I hate that there’s nothing covering it. In here I’d probably get a round table to save some space. It’s a great size dining area and kitchen, but a round table would just make more sense, I think. I’d also put a glass coffee table in the living room to make it seem like there was more space, not that it’s cramped. It’s a wonderful sized home. More spacious than most ranches I’ve seen.”

“I literally agree with everything. Dad said we could do some painting over his spring break. I think he focused a lot on getting the outside to look nice.”

“Oh, you can tell he loves landscaping. This home has a beautiful curb appeal.”

“Do you think after dinner we could watch House Hunters together again? It was a lot of fun the other night.”

“Definitely!” You smile. “How were things with Brandon today?”

“Good, I apologized for just inviting Caroline over, and he said it was okay.”

“And how was Caroline today?”

“God she…she shared her cosmic brownie with me.” Andy rests his chin his palm and pouts. “I didn’t even ask, she just offered. She’s so nice, Y/N.”

“That was very nice of her.” You chuckle. “Those are the best brownies.”

“Dad never buys them because he says they’re overly processed, so we’ll make them here. It was a real treat.”

Andy helps you clean up dinner, and then you both get settled on the couch. He had gotten into a rhythm of resting his head on a pillow in your lap and wanting you to play with his hair. He had murmured that your nails felt nice like at the hairdresser. He loved listening to your commentary while watching the extremely staged show.

“Oh good, it’s House Hunters: Renovation! I love when they show what they did with the house after they bought it.” You say.

“Me too, I always like seeing if they make it worse or better.”

“I crack up when a lot of them try to do these intricate home projects by themselves. Hire someone for fuck’s sake.” You scoff and then blush. “Sorry.”

“Mum swears all the time.” Andy giggles. “If I tell her about someone that’s bother me, or something she just says fuck ‘em, it’s her…uh…what’s what word that starts with a ph?”

“Philosophy?”

“Yeah! It’s her philosophy.”

“Not a bad one to live by.” You smirk.

After two episodes, you send Andy off to bed, and get ready for bed yourself. You setting into one of Harry’s tee shirts, and decide to listen to one of those mediation bed time stories he’s always suggesting. You plug your headphones into your phone, turn the lights off and settle in. Just as you’re beginning to relax, the story stops, and Harry’s contact photo pops up on the screen, surprising you.

“Hello?” You whisper.

“Hi, baby.”

“Harry, it must be the middle of the night over there, why are you awake?”

“Couldn’t sleep.”

“Why not?”

“My body pillow just isn’t doing it for me tonight, I miss you.”

“Aw, babe, I miss you too…only a few more days. You’re back Saturday, yeah?”

“Mhm...are you gonna be at my place or yours?”

“I’ll probably be at mine since Andy will be at Paige’s. We’re having loads of fun. His basketball practices are going well. You got the pictures I sent?”

“I did, thank you for sending them along. Any other news to report, or are you still holding out on me?” You could practically hear the smirk that was sure to be on his face.

“All I can say is that Andy is going to have an important question to ask you when you get back.”

“Can you give me any hints?”

“He…may want to start dating…”

“Brandon?!”

“No, actually, someone else, but I’ve said too much already. I told him he had to ask you if he even was allowed to date.”

“Oh, it’s so meaningless at this age, I don’t care, but thanks for telling him that.”

“It’s not totally meaningless. There was a boy that asked me out when I was in seventh grade, and I said yes because I thought I had a crush on him, and then I realized I wasn’t ready to date, so the next day I told him I didn’t want to. It was so awkward.”

“And…you remember all this?”

“Of course, a girl never forgets.”

“Changing subject a bit…um…are you still, uh, on the rag?”

“On the rag?!” You nearly cackle. “No, you idiot.”

“I didn’t know how else to phrase it!”

“Just ask me if I’m on my period or not.”

“It’s an awkward question to ask.”

“You don’t seem to have a problem fucking me when I’m ‘on the rag’.”

“Not at all. Makes me a real man if I say so myself.” You hum your response, not having the energy to say something sarcastic. “Are you in bed already?”

“I am, I was even listening to one of those bed time stories you’re always talking about.”

“Is it alright that I’m interrupting?”

“Mhm.”

“What are you wearing, Y/N?”

“One of your shirts, your Rolling Stones tee.”

“Ah, that’s a good one.”

“What about you?”

“Just my boxers.”

Harry’s voice was low, and gravely. It was sort of nice listening to it with your headphones in. Heating him in surround sound was raising goosebumps on your body. If you closed your eyes it would be like he was there next to you, talking into your ear.

“Harry, did you call to have phone sex with me?”

“Would you me mad if I did?”

“No…just wish I had one of my items here to help me along.”

“Guess you’ll have to do it the old fashioned way and use your hand.”

“What are we in medieval times?”

“Alas, fair maiden, it seems we are.” You giggle softly at him. God, he was so cute. “So, you’re okay with this?”

“Very okay with it.” You bite your bottom lip.

“Are you biting your lip?”

“Yes.” You hear him hum in understanding.

“Wish it was me doing it. I’d bite your lip and then nip across your jaw to your neck.”

“Oh, I like it when you do that. I’d like you bite every inch of me.” You smile. “You know what else I really like?”

“Tell me.”

“I like when you kiss on my tits, and then when you blow on my nipples once they’re all wet.”

“Yeah? Gets your nipples pretty hard, huh?”

“Mhm.” You lift your shirt up over your chest so you could rub your palm over one of your breasts.

“Please tell me you’re touching them.”

“I am.”

“I love your tits, Y/N. Love touching and kneading.”

“I like feeling your big hands on them, and then I like when one of your hands slides between my legs while you’re still kissing on them.”

“And you’re always so wet for me once I get there.”

“M’wet now, Harry.”

“Fuck.”

“How hard his your dick right now?”

“Very, it’s throbbing for you.”

“Why don’t you lick your palm and wrap your hand around yourself like I would. Want you to touch yourself while I am.” You hear some rustling, and then a grunt from him. “Love when you listen to me.”

“Love when you tell me what to do.” He grunts again. “Tell me what you’re doing.”

“I’m just moving my fingers around myself, feeling myself get more wet.”

“Put a finger inside and then drag it up to your clit.” He hears a soft moan come from you. “Good girl.” He breathes.

Your eyes snap open. He had never said that to you before. You kind of liked it.

“What’s that? I’m your good girl?”

“My very good girl.”

“Christ, Harry.” You groan as your fingers press circles into your clit. “Fuck, I wish you were here, want your mouth on me.”

“Where?”

“Right on my clit so you can suck on it.”

Harry’s tip was leaking so much now that he was able to spread his precome all over his length. It felt incredible, but it was nowhere near as good as being squeezed by your walls.

“I’d do that, and slip my fingers inside, pet that special spot.”

“Oh my fucking god.” Your back arches slightly as you imagine it. “Harry.” You whine.

“That’s it baby, say my name while you make yourself come.”

“Want you to come too.”

“I will once you do. Gotta hear you do it first.”

“Fuck, Harry.” You groan as you rub yourself faster. You were so drenched you had to kick all of the blankets off yourself. You plant your feet into the bed as you bend your legs at the knee. Your arch your back up to get a better angle, and god does it feel good.

“Bet you’re squeezing around nothing, just wishing I was there.” All he could hear was you grunting and moaning.

“Harry.” You grit your teeth. “I, I’m, oh fuck!” You press your face into the pillow so you can moan out, but keep it muffled.

“God.” He breathes. “Blew my load just listening to you, Y/N.”

“Harry.” You whimper. “I’m a mess now and you’re not even here to clean it up.”

“I know, I’m sorry.” He chuckles slightly. “I’m a mess here too if that makes you feel better.”

“It does a little.” You giggle. “I really can’t wait to see you.”

“Me neither, my love.”

His words make you feel all warm and fuzzy.

“Well, unless you wanna listen to me pee, which I really hope you don’t because that’s just one kink I would have to shame you for, I think I should go.”

“Nope, no pee kink here, baby.” He laughs. “I love you.”

“I love you too.”

“Sweet dreams.”

“Back at you.” You sigh and hang up the phone. There was something strangely erotic about getting yourself off alone in Harry’s bed. Calling you like that was sneaky, but you knew you’d sleep better, and he would too.

“Mm, hello?” You groan at 5AM when your phone goes off.

“Due to weather and road conditions, school is cancelled today.”

You sit up right away. You had no idea it was supposed to snow last night, and you also had no idea how to use Harry’s snow blower. You get up and throw your robe on, you needed to tell Andy there was no school. You quietly go into his room, and put your hand on his shoulder.

“Andy, sweetie, you have a snow day today.” You coo.

“M’kay.” He whispers sleepily.

You smile and leave his room so he can go back to sleep. You look outside and see it’s still dark. You figure you should go back to sleep as well. Yours and Harry’s cars were in the garage, so it wasn’t like you need to worry about digging them out. You could tackle the shoveling in a few hours.

You end up starting your day around eight, deciding that sweats would be most comfortable. You think Andy would enjoy some waffles for breakfast, so you get the batter going in the waffle maker. He appears from his room shortly after, the aroma being too intoxicating for him to stay in bed any longer.

“Morning.” He says, knuckling at his eyes.

“Morning, you hungry?”

“Mhm.” He smiles as she places a stack of waffles in front of him at the table. “Thank you.”

“You’re more than welcome.”

“What kind of snow is it?”

“The powdery kind. I need to get out there soon to clean up the driveway. You don’t happen to know how to use the snow blower do you?”

“No idea. I usually stick to shoveling the walkways and the stairs.”

“I’m sure I’ll be able to figure it out. How hard could it be?”

After twenty minutes of tinkering, you Googled how to start a snow blower, and found a video to watch. Once you got it going, it was pretty simple. You cleared the driveway of all the snow as Andy worked to clear the walkway to the front door.

“We make a pretty good team!” You say as you get the snow blower back in the garage.

“Yeah!”

You both head in through the garage and go into the basement to shed yourselves of your wet jackets, snow-pants, and boots.

Caroline: hey Andy! My sisters are taking me sledding since the roads aren’t too bad, do you wanna come?

Brandon: My dad’s gonna take me skiing today, do you wanna come?

“Shit.” Andy says to himself as he checks his phone.

“What’s up?” You ask him as you hand him a mug of hot chocolate.

“Both Caroline and Brandon invited me to do stuff with them…what should I do?”

“Who asked you first?”

“Caroline did…”

“Which activity would you rather do?”

“I’d rather go skiing, but I’d also like to hang out with Caroline…”

“Well, maybe you could go skiing with Brandon, and then meet up with Caroline later.” You shrug. “She could come over here and I could set a movie up for you in the living room, and I could sit up in the loft while you hang out.”

“Really?”

“Sure.”

“You don’t mind me being out all day with my friends?”

“Not at all, snow days are supposed to be fun, and the roads aren’t that bad right now.”

“You’re the best, Y/N!” Andy hugs you, and goes to text his friends.

Andy: Sure! I just need to a few minutes to get my gear together.

Brandon: Awesome! I’ll let my dad know, see you soon! Did Y/N want to come?

Andy: I’ll ask

“Y/N!”

“Yeah!”

“Did you want to come skiing?”

“Oh god.” You laugh. “No, I think I’ll save that for your dad, but thank you.”

Andy: she said thanks but no thanks lol

Brandon: okay lmao

Andy smiles and then goes to text Caroline.

Andy: Thanks for thinking of me, I’m actually going skiing with Brandon, but Y/N said you could come over for a movie later if you want???

Caroline: of course! Totally don’t blame you for wanting to go skiing. I’d love to come over later, I’ll ask my parents. Wanna just text me when you get home and we can figure it out from there?

Andy: sounds good to me ☺️

Caroline: ☺️☺️

“Okay, this should all work out.” Andy says to you. “I’m gonna get my stuff together.”

“Alright, will you just let me know once you’re there and all that. Text me updates so I know you didn’t split your head open. I don’t think your dad would like me very much anymore if that happened.”

“Yeah.” Andy laughs. “I think he’d take some brownie points away for sure.”

Andy was having a great time skiing with Brandon and his dad. After a couple of hours they all go into the lodge to get a quick lunch. Mr. Stewart goes up to order all the food while the boys sit at the table.

“Did you want to come back my house after? My mom’s making beef stew for dinner.”

“Aw man, I love your mom’s beef stew.” Andy pouts. “But I can’t, I have plans later.”

“Oh yeah? What are you up to?”

“Um…I invited Caroline over for a movie.”

“Oh.” Brandon’s face falls.

“But only because she invited me to go sledding today, and I said no I could ski with you.”

“Oh.” He perks back up. “What movie do you think you’ll watch?”

“I have no idea, I’ll probably let her decide. Any time me, my dad, and Y/N all watch a movie he always lets her decide.”

“Why?”

“Because it makes her happy.” He shrugs. “And then she’ll kiss him, and he likes that.”

“Right.” Brandon swallows. Before he can say anything else his dad comes over with the food.

You got a fuck ton of work done today, you were really proud of yourself. Harry’s loft was a perfect working space, even if you did miss your office at home. You hear Andy come in the door, and he shouts hello and that he’ll be in the shower. You chuckle to yourself and save what you’re working on for now.

Andy comes out a little while later just as you’re rifling through take out menus.

“I was thinking you could get something yummy for dinner. What do you think she’d like?”

“Pizza and mozzarella sticks sound safe.” He says.

“Alright, I’ll order it in a bit so it’s here when she is. I’m sure a lot of people are doing delivery tonight.”

“And you’ll just be upstairs?”

“Mhm, I don’t need to hover…just… you know, don’t sit on top of each other.”

He makes a face at you like he’s grossed out and then walks away from you. Not too long after the food arrives, so does Caroline.

“Thanks for getting all this, Y/N.” She says to you.

“Oh, you’re more than welcome. Did you two settle on a movie?”

“Cars.” Andy says. “Right, you wanna watch Cars?”

“Mhm.” She smiles.

“Okay, Cars it is.” You smile and set the movie up on Disney+. They both settle on the couch. “I’ll be right upstairs working if you need anything.”

“Thanks.” Andy says and watches you go upstairs. “I like this movie a lot, Brandon and I watch it all the time.”

“It’s one of my favorites. I don’t really like the sequels though.”

“Me either!”

“They suck.”

“Yeah.” Andy smiles.

“I really like Wall-E, too.”

“My dad and I watched that together for the first time a couple years ago and he cried.” Andy laughs.

“He did?!”

“Yeah! I have no idea why. He cries a lot when we watch movies, though.”

“He sounds funny, I can’t wait to meet him.” She smiles and turns her attention to the TV.

About halfway through the movie, once they were done eating, you noticed it had gotten a little quite, so you peer over the banister to see what was going on. They were simply entranced by the film, giggling occasionally. You smile and sit back down.

There was the part in the movie where the town comes back to life, and the cars all pair of to cruise together. Caroline sighs softly, and he hand brushes Andy’s. They both look down at their hands, and Andy makes a bold move in holding her, fingers intertwined and all. She smiles at him and blushes.

“Is this okay?” He asks.

“Yeah.” She nods with a brighter smile.

“Cool.” He sighs with relief, and they continue the movie like that, holding hands.

You stand in the kitchen while Caroline gets her coat on after the movie ended and her oldest sister was in the car outside.

“Thanks again for having me, it was fun.”

“Anytime.”

She throws her arms around his neck to give him a hug, and out the door she goes. Andy sighs contently and walks into the kitchen with a huge smile on his face. He gives you a surprising hug.

“What was that for?”

“For being so cool to let us chill alone. Knowing my dad, he would have walked by every two seconds, or if I were at Mum’s she would have had Rachel watch the movie with us. We…we held hands, Y/N.”

“Oh my.” You smile. “Big step.”

“No kidding.” He agrees. “I…I need to go call Brandon.” He races into his room and closes the door.

Andy was so innocently sweet, and it warmed your heart like nothing else ever could.

“He was a perfect angel, honestly.” You say over the phone to Janette as you stuff your face with the ice cream you had in your freezer. “He’s very popular, and is always busy. No wonder Harry didn’t make time to date before, I’m exhausted.”

“Doing it alone is tough, but now he’s got a great partner to help him out.”

“I love helping. He and I didn’t have one single disagreement, and he listened to me the whole time.”

“Well, of course he did. You’re his dad’s girlfriend.”

“True, but I was really expecting him to try to get away with something.”

“He probably knew he couldn’t test you. Smart kid.”

You chuckle and talk with her more about her break is going. You survived two weeks with Andy. You kept him alive and well.

Later on, you were snuggled up on your couch in some sweats of Harry’s, and a blanket, watching TV. Your heart skips a beat when you hear the jingle of keys and you front door unlocking. Harry said he’d text you when he landed, and he hadn’t. You stand up and shuffle around, grabbing a fry pan and getting into a batting stance.

“Baby?! I’m back!” He stops short when he sees you ready to attack and then he bursts out laughing.

“Stop it! I thought you were a burglar!”

“So you stood there frozen?!”

“You can go home if you want, I’m not longer happy to see you.” You pout and put the pan on the counter.

“Don’t be like that, I missed you so much, come here.”

Your smile slowly grows on your face, and you jump into his arms. He picks you up and you wrap your legs around him, tucking your face into his neck, getting a good whiff of his cologne.

“How was your flight?” You mumble into him as he holds you close.

“Little bit of turbulence, but it was good.” He says as he starts walking you into your bedroom. “Couldn’t wait to get home to you.”

“Aren’t you tired?”

“Slept plenty on the plane and bus.”

He gets you on the bed, and kicks his shoes off before getting on with you. You both lay on your sides facing each other. He grabs your leg and puts it over his hip so he can slot his leg between yours, and then he pulls you close so you’re chest to chest. He moves some hair behind your ear.

“Hi.” He says with a big smile.

“Hi.” You smile back. “I missed you.”

“I missed you too.”

He leans in and slots his mouth over yours, and your eyes flutter closed. You tug at his shirt to pull him even closer as you rock against the leg that’s between yours. His tongue drags along your bottom lip and you moan softly. He licks into your mouth and you’re met with his familiar minty taste. You tug him completely on top of you as you turn onto your back. You wanted his weight to just crush you.

“Baby.” He coos as he kisses from your jaw to your neck. He sucks on your soft skin and your hips buck up again. His leg moves further between yours and you gasp.

Your fingers lace through his hair and you tug as you grind against his thigh. You were feeling incredibly needy now that he was here with you, and not just a voice through the phone. You could feel him getting hard against her hip, so you reach into his joggers and start pumping him, getting a heft groan from him.

“Need you.” You breathe.

“Need to taste you first.” He says as shifts to tug your sweatpants off.

“No, please just fuck me, we can do all that afterwards.”

“I need to prep you first or it’ll hurt.”

“Harry, I’ve been fucking you for seven months, I’m perfectly adjusted.” He raises his eyebrows at you. “Okay, maybe not perfectly, but I’m feeling impatient so please.” She pouts at him and he physically can’t say no.

He doesn’t bother with your shirt, or his, he just gets his pants off, and you get yours off. He goes to get up in search for a condom, but you grab him and shake your head.

“Wanna feel you, just pull out.”

“Are you sure?”

“Yeah.”

His lips crash to yours as your legs open up for him. He lines himself up with you and rubs his tip along your clit. You were plenty wet for him. You both groan from the feeling. He slowly pushes inside you, and your head falls back from the stretch. Your mouth was hanging open trying to breathe to help yourself relax.

“Holy shit.” You say as he’s about halfway in.

“Three weeks in a long time, babe, let me take some time to just-“ He starts to pull out but your sink your nails into his ass.

“Just go for it.”

“Y/N, I don’t want to hurt you.”

“You won’t, it’ll feel good. Just give it one good thrust.”

He bites his bottom lip and does as you say, bottoming out immediately. You choke out a gasp. It hurt a little, but it quickly turned to pleasure as you felt full for the first time in weeks. You tighten around him and he grits his teeth.

“I’ll come if you do that.”

“Sorry, go ahead, move, fuck me, Harry.”

He rocks in and out of you, and you pull him closer so his head is buried in your neck. You wrap your legs around his lower back, and get your hands up under his shirt so you can scratch and squeeze at him.

“You feel so fucking good.” He growls into your ear, and it makes your eyes roll back.

“So, so do you, fuck.”

He sits up slightly to get a better angle. He pushes one of your legs back, and lets the other lay flat, and your mouth falls open as he thrusts in and out of you.

“Oh my god, Harry!”

“Hold your leg up f’me.”

You do as he says immediately and hook your arm under your leg as he continues to fuck in and out of you. He was hitting your g-spot perfectly. You reach to rub your clit in time with his thrusts.

“Oh my fucking god, Harry, don’t stop.” You were panting already. “Fuck, fuck, please, don’t stop.”

You knew he wouldn’t dare, but you couldn’t think of what else to say. Tears were starting to form in your eyes because it just felt so fucking good.

“Oh, oh! Fuck!” Your back arches as you come to your release. You squeeze impossibly tight around him.

“Shit, Y/N!” Harry pulls out of you just in time and comes on your stomach, getting a little on your shirt, but your head was so fuzzy you didn’t care.

“S-sorry, I didn’t mean to-oh!”

You look down and see Harry’s head between your legs. He really did want to taste you. He sucks on your clit and your hands go right back into his hair. You tug and squeeze with each stroke. He was moaning into you, and it was driving you crazy. You moan along with him as he gets both of your legs over his shoulders, your heels digging into his back.

“Harry.” You groan.

He was just focusing solely on your clit because he knew you’d be too sensitive for anything else, but he didn’t mind. You could tell he really just wanted to be close with you like this. The tip of his tongue makes circles on your clit and you feel like you go cross-eyed.

“That’s it, Harry, fuck, oh my god, that’s fucking it!” You cry out as you come and press his face further against you.

“Ride me.” He breathes. “Ride my face, I wanna keep going.”

“Are you sure?”

“Yes.”

You nod and wait for him to get adjusted. You rip your shirt off so you can be fully naked for him. You center yourself on him, and gasp when you feel his tongue on your again. His fingers sink into the plushy skin of your ass, and you essentially move so you’re twerking on him, which you know he loves. He loves when you really just use him, he was like your person scratching post.

He had you screaming again in no time, he was pretty proud of himself. You inch down his body, and get his shirt off so you can kiss down his chest. You suck marks into his skin, lower and lower, leaving a nasty trail of love bites behind. He was hard again, so you lick up and down his shaft before taking him into your mouth. You suckle his tip with vigor, making nasty noises that was music to his ears. One of your hands massages his balls while the other scratches up and down his stomach.

“Fuck.” He groans as you take him deep, bobbing up and down. You look up at him as best you can and he runs a caring hand through your hair. “Let me come on your tits, Y/N.”

You smirk with him still in your mouth and then you let him go with a pop. You get in a better position between his legs and pump his wet dick furiously.

“Jesus Christ! Just like that, baby. I’m gonna come, I’m gonna come!”

His come shoots in ribbons onto your chest, and you bask in the warmth it has at first. You kiss back up his body, smearing your chest onto his. You both giggle as your mouth reaches his again. He rolls you both back over so he’s on top again.

“Can’t get enough of you right now.” He says as he kisses the corner of your mouth. “Let me use one of your-“

“Harry, baby, I appreciate the enthusiasm, but let’s take a break, yeah?” You chuckle. “You’ve tuckered me out.”

“Mm, guess I’m a little tired too.” He kisses your cheek. “Could we go shower?”

“Yeah, that sounds like a good idea.” You nod with a sigh.

You wobbled into the bathroom with him, and he gets the water going. Once it’s warm enough you both stand under the water, just holding each other for a bit. He kisses your neck and shoulder occasionally, and you run your hands through his hair. You take turns washing each other up before you get out and towel off.

You cuddle up in bed with your head on his chest, just listening to his heart beat for bit with his fingers lightly stroking your back. You prop yourself up on your elbow to look at him.

“Yes?”

“You sure got excited earlier, huh?”

“Couldn’t help it, just missed you so much. Do you feel okay? I didn’t hurt you?”

“I’m sure I’ll be a little sore, but it’s alright.” You smile. “Did you have a good time with your family?”

“I did, I feel really recharged. It’s always nice being home. Maybe, um, maybe next year you’d like to try coming with me?”

“Yeah, maybe.” You grin. He sit up a little and so do you. He puts his arm around you and kisses your temple.

“So, you really won’t tell me much about your two weeks with Andy?”

“I told you everything I could. What we ate for meals, how his basketball practices went…oh! We had a snow day and he went skiing with Brandon. I even used the snow blower.”

“You did?!”

“I did.”

“Bet you looked pretty hot.”

“Oh, stop.” You swat at his chest.

“But seriously…”

“You’ll have to talk with him tomorrow when you pick him up.” You bite your bottom lip. “He held hands with the girl, Caroline.”

“Wow.” He blinks a few times. “I wonder if he still might like Brandon.”

“He’s very confused, but I think it’s important to let him sort of test the waters. He said he never really thought girls were pretty before, but he thinks she’s really pretty.”

“God, I’m gonna have to have the talk with him.” He groans. “It was awkward enough when I got him that puberty book.”

“It’s not like you have to go in depth, you just need to remind him to be respectful.”

“You don’t understand…when boys start going through all this…things can get sticky.”

“Ew, enough said.” You both laugh. “I’m so glad you’re home.”

“Me too.”

Sunday morning, you drop Harry off at his place so he can unpack and get himself settled before going to pick Andy up. He exchanges pleasantries with Paige, and then on the road he goes.

“How come we’re taking the long way home?”

“Because we need to chat about some things.”

“What did Y/N tell you?” He rolls his eyes.

“Not much, honestly. Apparently you have a new friend, though.”

“Yeah, her name’s Caroline. She’s new to the school, her and her family just moved here from Maine. She came over to watch a movie the other day and we held hands…she even shared her cosmic brownie with me, Dad, I think we like each other, but…I feel guilty about Brandon.”

“Andy…how do you feel about Brandon, exactly?”

“I don’t know.” He mumbles. “It’s like…it’s like Brandon’s like an oo, and Caroline’s like an ah. I don’t know how else to explain it.”

“That actually makes a lot of sense.” He sighs.

“It does?”

“Yeah…so…you held hands with Caroline?”

“Yeah, it was really nice. Would it be alright if I asked her out?”

“Didn’t you already do that by asking her over for a movie?” Harry chuckles.

“No, I mean…I think I wanna date her. I wanna see if she’ll be my girlfriend.”

“Do you think you’re ready for a girlfriend? It’s a lot of responsibility.”

“It is?”

“Sure! Gotta treat whoever you date really nice, give them a lot of respect.”

“I do respect her. I asked her if it was okay while we were holding hands.”

“Thatta boy.” Harry says proudly. “Always ask before you touch, and if they say no, that means no.”

“I know, Dad.”

“Andy, that’s something I’m gonna say over and over to you for the rest of my life, so get used to it.”

“Did you date a lot of people when you were younger?”

“Um…not really. I mean, I had a couple of girlfriends in secondary school, and I dated a girl at uni in London before I came here and met Mum. So…you’d rather go for it with a girl you barely know rather than with Brandon?”

“I’m not entirely sure how I feel about Brandon, Dad…and I’m scared. Caroline doesn’t make me feel scared.”

“Well…if you’d really like to ask her out, I suppose it’s alright.”

“Really?!”

“Sure, we could go on a double date even. Ice skating, maybe?”

“Dad, you’re the coolest! I can’t wait to call her later.”

“You’re gonna ask her out over the phone? Don’t you wanna do it in person?”

“Get with it, Dad.” Andy scoffs. “Everything’s done over the phone now.”

“Well, excuse me.”

“I think you’ll like her, she’s so nice.”

“I’m sure she is.”

“She always smells like cherries too.” Andy sighs.

“You’ve got it bad for her, huh?”

“I’ve never felt this way about a girl before. I think I’m finally catching up with everyone.”

“It’s not a race, son.”

“Sometimes it feels like it is. Whatever, I just feel good about it, about her.”

“Alright.”

“I really liked staying with Y/N.”

“She said she had a great time with you.”

“Do you think you’ll ask her to move in with us?”

“Would like me to?”

“Yeah…I want her around more.”

“Me too.” Harry smiles. “I think I’ll ask her soon, maybe when the weather gets a little warmer.”

“She still needs to learn to ski. You should ask her to come with us to the cabin for February break.”

“I think Mum was hoping to do another family trip…”

“So, Y/N’s family now.”

“I’m happy you feel that way, but I don’t know how comfortable she’d feel doing something like that for an entire week.”

“You won’t know unless you ask.”

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The Struggle of Loving You - Chapter 11

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Hotch texted me later that night but it was to tell me that we couldn't do anything later because he needed to deal with Hayley. She had wanted Jack that night but Hotch wanted him for one more day.

Chloe ended up never coming home, it had been almost two days since the last time I saw her.

I tried calling her but she never picked up. I was starting to get worried.

I sat up from the couch and grabbed my car keys. I locked the front door behind me, going down the stairs and into my car.

I drove out of the lot and to the house where that party was held. When I got to the house It looked the same as before, except for the student but that was expected.

I walked up to the door and knocked a few times, waiting for an answer. When there wasn't one I tried to open the door, it was unlocked.

Going inside I saw the same thing I had that night, people were on the floor but not as many as before. I carefully stepped around the bodies and there she was, passed out on the floor in the corner.

I walked over to her and she was cold, I swear.

Checking her pulse, it was weak. She was still alive but she needed a hospital. I gently picked her up and carried her outside. What the hell happened when I left.

I was asking questions to myself, ones that only the people in that house knew.

Calling the ambulance I gave them the address and waited for them to arrive.

When they pulled up the paramedics took Chloe but I told them about the other people inside.

The majority of them were knocked out, some of them I remember seeing when I left. I rode in the ambulance with Chloe and made sure she was okay.

Y/n - Just letting you know Chloe and I aren't going to be in class today

Hotch - Oh... ok can I at least have a reason. Mainly because there's going to be a decent amount of homework today

Y/n - She's in the hospital... I'm with her now just to be safe. Can you give the homework later

Hotch - Yeah I don't mind, I can come by the hospital later

Y/n - Thank you

I put my phone away and was staring at Chloe. Her skin was very pale, the color had literally drained from her body. The doctors were running tests to see what the problem was.

They didn't know what was wrong with the problem was for any of the students. I felt bad for leaving when I did, maybe I could've helped them... helped her.

"How are we doing in here?", I looked up from her bed and saw her doctor walking inside the room. "She's still unconscious, I know you guys just took the tests but do you know why she’s like... this." The doctor flipped through the chart that he brought in with him.

"She had a Blood Alcohol Content of 0.35. That level of intoxication can be fatal if she had continued to drink. We're giving her IV fluids to try and dilute the alcohol in her system but there isn't much we can do in this situation other than wait.

It's good you found her when you did, she would've died of hypothermia if she'd been there any longer."

The doctor walked over to the side of her bed and took her vitals checking her, heart rate, blood pressure, and o2 stats. He started going out of the room. "When she wakes up, let us know."

I nodded and he left. I was left In the room with Chloe who after an hour or two got some color back.

As I waited for either her to wake up or Hotch came by I sat in the chair next to her bed and turned on the tv. Trying to find something to watch at a hospital is so difficult when they only have a limited amount of channels. Giving up I shut the tv off and got on my phone.

Seeing a text that Hotch was at the hospital.

Already. It was nearing 10am meaning his class was already over. I felt a wave of guilt wash over me because I missed it but I shrugged it off when I saw Hotch come through the doors.

"How's she doing?", was the first thing he said when he came in. I stood up going over to him, "Better, she almost died from alcohol poisoning, I knew she drank but not like this. Not this recklessly." He placed a reassuring hand on my lower back, "She'll be fine. I'm sure of it."

"I know that... I just should've been with her, I left her at the party thinking she was going to stumble her way into the apartment like usual."

"Don't blame yourself, I've done that enough in my life. It never turns out good." I sighed leaning into him, his hand rested on my hip. Hotch leaned down and pressed a kiss to my temple, we both tense realizing what he just did. I stayed in place and so did he, both of us nervous to move.

We couldn't stay like that forever so I gazed up at him. He was already looking at me, we both softly smiled at each other and I pulled him closer. I felt the tension leave his body as he relaxed into my touch.

He leaned down and whispered into my ear, "Add that to the things we need to talk about later." I nodded not saying a word. He stayed there with me the whole time I was at the hospital. Chloe never woke up and it was getting late.

Hotch offered me a ride, because I rode in with the ambulance, my car was left at the house. He drove back to the house and dropped me off. "We are going to have that talk?", he handed me the homework he assigned as I got out of the car.

"Yeah... we will. I wanna have that talk but before we can I- need to do some homework that my professor assigned for tonight." He looked at the road ahead then back at me.

"Okay, just tell me when."

"Got it", Hotch made sure I got to my car okay then drove off back home to be with Jack. I started the car and sighed. I had no clue what he even talked about in class, I was probably going to half ass it.

I went home and tossed my homework on the bed. I walked in the bathroom and stripped my clothes and looked at myself in the mirror, seeing the cigarette burns from my parents.

My fingers lingered the small burns then traveled to my temple, remembering the kiss that was left there earlier in the day.

My lips turned upward at the thought.

Stepping into the shower, I let the water wash over me. Grabbing the shampoo and massaging it into my hair. Getting the body wash and running it over my skin. Thinking about how I have more homework to do, how I have to get the work from my other classes.

I got out and quickly brushed my teeth, it was 8:30pm. Having time to complete the work, I got changed putting on an oversized hoodie, some boy shorts, and turning on music. I sat on my bed and pulled out the papers.

Laying out every sheet which wasn't a lot compared to the work I was going to get from the other classes. I took out my notes and started reading over them and comparing them to the questions flying through them.

I understood this better than I thought I was going to. But just to be sure I called Hotch because he would know, obviously. Would he give me the answers... if I asked really nicely maybe.

The phone was ringing, "What is it?"

"I need help on a question", he chuckled. "Which one?" I glanced over the paper, reminding myself of the question. "What was reflected from Ed Gein's crimes."

"That's it why don't you look it up?"

"I don't want the internet help", I was flipping through my notes trying to find something. I didn't know much about Ed Gein. The only thing I 'knew' about him is he was the inspiration of Texas Chainsaw.

"You want my help", I could hear the grin that was on his face. He liked that I wanted his help.

"Shut up", we both shared a laugh. He gave me the answer right after and we hung up the phone. I scribbled down the answer finishing the work. It was 10pm when I closed everything up, making sure the door was locked, windows were closed.

I put my books away in my bag and laid down in bed. Sleep tugged at me but I was startled awake when someone knocked on my door. Groaning I stood up and dragged myself over to the door, opening it and saw the person standing in front of me.

"Hi."

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title ‹ Christmas bribery ›

pairing ‹ soldier!seokjin x oc ›

genre ‹ Christmas/holiday au, strangers to lovers, fluff, angst but barely there ›

summary ‹ This is the first time you can’t go home and celebrate Christmas with your family so your mom makes sure you don’t spend the holidays alone happy to learn that Seokjin, your mother’s best friend’s son is taking his annual leave near the 22nd of December from Military services. This story is about the biggest Christmas bribery of the century. ›

warnings ‹ swear words here and there, bad puns? ›

word count ‹ 6.2k ›

notes. I’m here to deliver a light read to set the mood for the holidays and I hope all of you will enjoy it as much as I enjoyed the process of writing it. In this Christmas collab, I had the chance to meet with these amazing people so I’m sharing this story as a gift and as a thank you!

this is part of the Christmas fic collab that was suggested by @kooala please check out the masterpost and enjoy every story we share!

”You did what?!” I feel dizzy due to the sudden movement of my body jerking up in a sitting position, crisscrossing my legs under me as my hand holds up the phone to my right ear a little bit more pressingly after hearing the breaking news. That she tells me with a singing tone sounding so excited but I can’t seem to share her sentiments as the bewilderment decorating my voice is in sharp contrast with the silence that settled on the cosy apartment like a thick feather-filled duvet. Nibbling on my thin lips I locate the single gingerbread scented candle on my desk still illuminating the interior of my messy bedroom the flames licking up the walls and disappearing near the ceiling, creating pretty shapes and lights over the dull paint, it helps me regain my composure before I realise that mom is not yet finished talking.

”Well he needed a place to stay and busses won’t go out because of the upcoming storm his apartment is in Daegu and I’m sure he’ll be tired from the flight.” Flicking on the lights I take in the sight, clothes piled up on the chair’s armrest whilst dirty plates littering every usable surface, fuck, if my room looks like a pigsty I don’t want to imagine how the other rooms are looking right now.

I was so immersed in doing great on my finals that I don’t think I cleaned the space up for a while.

I should start doing my laundry so I have something to wear as I already look to be out of clean t-shirts inspecting the pile of unwashed jeans and other garments, momentarily embarrassed to see I’m also out of room to place new dirty clothes on top of all these.

”What are you implying mother?” Pursing my lips, I honestly start to lose her train of thoughts as her rant goes on and my eyes wander over the state my apartment is in after stressful weeks but knowing her ways she’ll start with building on my conscience until she realises that I’m no longer an unsuspecting five-year-old girl and she’ll pull out the big guns and dust off her bribing skills.

Whatever her plan is, she always makes me go accordingly no matter how much I try to resist or protest and I feel a knot form in my throat at that. If this is about my non-existent dating life again that she called me to discuss in the dread of the night, I swear I’m gonna flip a table or something.

”You remember Sunha’s eldest son?” Answering back with a question as she often likes to do, doesn’t throw me off balance as it used to.

I’m long ago accustomed to getting her ways to twist the conversation to her favour so I’m ready to fire back my reply in the same form matching her up. ”How is your best friend’s son has to do with any of this?” Utterly confused by the mention, that must lace my tone since she lets a lightsome laugh bubble up in her chest I can picture her dimples are showing in full display because of it.

”Did you even pay attention to a word I said?” She sounds more amused than accusing, letting me know that she actually doesn’t mind how my head gets airy sometimes, her playfulness earns a groan from my side of the line, it’s getting pretty late and I have not enough brain cells left for her mind games.

”Spit it out, mom. You know I love you but I had a rough week so spare me of your wicked schemes.” I breathe out the words orbs closing involuntarily as I rest my head against the door frame. Where was I going anyway?

Maybe I should go for a hot chocolate before bed.

It’ll be weird not seeing my family for the holidays but I don’t want my mom to worry about me so I made sure to be extra cheerful all the time when she called only ignored her attempts of reaching me like one or two times as I had to study for two last exams and now that I can finally relax the exhaustion seems to catch up to me. I’m fine being on my own, making food and seasonal sweets while I watch tv without any interruptions, sounds like an excellent plan for Christmas, not caring how loud my music is or how bad my singing voice is under the shower.

No family means sweet alone time awaits, no one will tell me to go to sleep and I didn’t need to worry what kind of a present I should purchase at least for a little while.

”Do you remember Seokjin or not Y/N? This conversation will last longer if you don’t cooperate with me.” I can practically see her eye roll directed at me in front of my eyes despite she’s twenty miles away from here, wishful thinking on my part that she’ll let this conversation go if I ask her to stop beating around the bush.

”I don’t know. Maybe?” A fragment of my memory is triggered by hearing his name, and a scenario appears out of nowhere that was a few years ago in Sunha’s second marriage ceremony as I stand in a pastel lavender dress.

Mother was otherworldly happy for Sunha that day she dragged me with her as she chatted away mixing with the guests until we settled down to our table - when the cake cutting took place - that consisted of the bride and groom themselves and close family members like Sunha’s sons and his significant other’s daughter and, of course, my mother and I was present too.

I remember sitting down and just looking ahead aimlessly when I locked gazes with a handsome man his posture was immaculate and he seemed happy for his mother but couldn’t hide how restlessly he fidgetted in his seat, his eyes couldn’t settle watching only one thing, he even looked skittish as he jumped in his seat when the girl sitting on his left tried to catch his attention. Our eye contact lasted less than five seconds and his presence remained for thirty minutes at most as he apologised to her mother and everyone at the table since he had some urgent affairs to attend to.

I probably looked shocked for the reason that mom whispered the words into my ear when he left so suddenly to make sense of things. ”That’s Jin, her eldest son he serves in the army he probably couldn’t get a full day off because of his duties.” After humming in an understanding gesture I fixed my gaze onto the cake slice in front of me.

I remember that man clearly but with purpose, I don’t elaborate further than that, so she doesn’t have the compromitting piece of information to latch onto and make it a bigger issue. She would be elated to know I do remember Kim Seokjin, well, he’s hard to forget in the first place, he smiled only once as his mother hugged him at the table and even if it lasted for less than a second the expression was captivating. Howbeit if she tells me that she organised a date with him I’m going to slam my head to the closest hard surface I can tell. He’s so out of league and dating someone with such a dangerous profession at that, it’s not going to work, doesn’t matter how much I find him attractive and charming.

”It doesn’t matter I guess. You two could get to know each other eventually as he’ll stay at your apartment.” She drops the bomb before disconnecting the call, she doesn’t even wait for my protests this time around. A groan leaves my lips while I look around the house promptly throwing my phone to land on my bed in the means of letting out some of my frustration. I need to get going and make this house presentable again, that hot chocolate needs to wait I guess.

from: unknown number

[7.22 AM] Hi it’s Seokjin. My plane will take off at 9ish can you send me your address?

Grabbing my phone from the kitchen counter I open the message from the unknown number the device almost slips through my fingertips as I rake my eyes over the content hesitant about how to reply I turn to my friend who so generously offered her help to tidy up my living space a little before my unrequested guest arrives. With a broom in her hand, she looks back at my weird facial expression.

”What is it? It’s him?” Gaun asks abandoning her cleaning tools to read the message as well peaking over my shoulder in order to do that. ”He sounds so uptight even in text. Brr.” She shakes her shoulders in simple displeasure that earns an eye roll from me, it’s not that he’ll send hearts when our encounter was years ago for like five seconds. Honestly, I’m surprised that mom and Sunha were able to talk him into this in the first place.

”He’s a soldier Gaun and on the contrary, we don’t know each other he has no reason to be friendly.” Gnawing on my lower lip I click on the message to reply, typing a few lines before I deleted it and rewrote it before hitting send.

[7.34 AM] Hey of course. Call me if you don’t find your way.

[7.34 AM] *google map link attached*

from: Seokjin

[7.35 AM] I will thank you

”Let’s hurry up we don’t have that much time.” I place the phone back on the counter resuming my cleaning and Gaun starts to swipe the floor where she left off all the while I can hear the washing machine work in the distance.

I could feel my heartbeat in the pit of my stomach when the doorbell finally rang and at the other side of the door, there’s Kim Seokjin in all of his glory, that handsome soldier I got a sneak peek at his mother’s wedding wearing a formal suit and tie combo that he pulled of so nicely. I wipe my hands with a towel leaving the leftover plates in the sink as I rush to open the door for him.

”Hi.” I greet him with a friendly smile plastered on my face, I have to tilt my chin upwards to meet his eyes, he’s even taller than I remembered and he’s wearing his military uniform. My hold on the doorknob tightens how unfairly handsome he is with his hair parted in both sides leaving his forehead uncovered his uniform is well fitted and compliments the curves of his waist and thighs the cherry on top is his platform jet black boots that matches with the colour of his hair that I love so much.

A well trained German Sheppard sits near his foot with his tongue out as soon as I crouch down to pet him so focused on the animal that I almost don’t catch Seokjin’s timid ’hello’ in return, the dog’s tail starts to wag furiously seeing my face at his eye level he throws me off balance as he marches forward for more pets.

”I’m sorry he’s not normally like this.” The handsome boy offers a hand to help me up with a sheepish look, I accept the extended hand with a faint blush ignoring the pain that shoots up to my ass because of the impact with the floor. His hand is bigger than mine as it gets fully enveloped in his warm ones.

”Mom didn’t tell me you have a dog,” I chuckle lightly as I pet the dog’s head one last time unsure what to do with my hand that he no longer holds. ”I mean, she didn’t tell me much just told me you’ll come today.” His unique laugh sounded nice ringing in my ears, it made me smile up at him as he playfully shook his head. It’s weird how relaxed I feel around his presence when I was shaking with nerves just moments prior, and I’m still not entirely comfortable with him but his whole aura has a calming effect on my body. I don’t think I’ve ever met with someone that makes me feel so at ease when it’s basically our first meeting.

”Yeah, well, I think we both got played by our mothers.” I have to agree on that one with him. Realising that we’re still standing in front of my entrance I beckon him to come inside stepping out of the way so he could easily slide his luggage beside him his dog’s paws leave imprints on the clean floor but I don’t mind it as he looks so excited about everything inside sniffing and exploring while Jin tries to make him behave scratching his neck when his dog doesn’t seem to listen to a single word.

”Sorry he’s making a mess.” Seokjin apologises seeing the muddy paw marks after connecting our eyes for a few seconds he follows the steps into the kitchen. ”No Cookie that’s not food for you.” The young soldier immediately runs after his companion when he tries to steal the cinnamon rolls from the kitchen counter and I can’t help but laugh at the sight as he scolds the dog.

This is going to be an interesting holiday season I can already tell.

”I can’t believe this fucking jar.” I contemplate to smash it against the counter after spouting several curse words when a hand landed on mine directly on the jar’s lid, I feel Cookie’s fur brush against my exposed leg having enough evidence to know who’s this arm belongs to and I turn around in a moment of weakness. Jin’s hair rests on the top of his head in a messy style sweat dampening the ends.

”Need some help?” His eyes hold a childlike glow in them as he brushes his fingers against mine replacing my digits with his and the lid pops easily in his hands.

I can’t say this display of physical strength doesn’t make him even more attractive in my eyes I barely pay attention to the fact that he stands so close I can feel his chest meet mine as we breathe handing back the opened strawberry jam.

”Thanks.” I hastily turn to avoid his gaze even though that doesn’t offer much advantage as he leans closer pushing his chest against the line of my back watching as my hands spread the jam over the walnut biscuits.

”Want a taste?” Feeling bolder than usual I face him again holding up a finished treat to his mouth, Jin makes a surprised sound in the back of his throat but parts his lips obediently letting me slip the food between his teeth.

”I’ll leave as a stuffed chicken if you keep feeding me these delicious treats.” Despite the indication, he doesn’t seem against the food I offer as he tries to steal one more from the plate but I pull his hand away curling my fingers around his wrist.

”Let me finish before you devour my hard work you pig.” I roll my eyes watching his childlike antics, he seems to take pleasure in riling me up from time to time. It’s been two days since he and his companion Cookie arrived and things just worked out smoothly Jin is a nice person with horrendous jokes but he does help out a lot around the apartment he even fixed my broken ladder so we can decorate the Christmas tree that he insisted we need to purchase when I told him I was not going to go all out and celebrate this year. After all, I was supposed to be here on my own.

He’s so used to training at headquarters that he leaves every morning to run for an hour before he comes back all sweaty and satisfied finding me eating my breakfast or drinking my coffee it doesn’t matter what’s in my hands he always needs to get the last bites from it. He’s really not good for my heart.

”Since you’re doing the sweets how about I make us lunch today?” Jin asks excitedly resting his head on top of mine gently careful not to put too much weight on me, my heart speeds up at the sweet gesture not trusting my words so I nod instead. One of these days I can’t wrap my head around his intentions, he looks so nonchalant as he does things like resting his head on me or patting my knee when we watch tv together with Cookie curled around us on the couch.

”I can’t work like this.” I use the excuse to separate our bodies, is it just me or the kitchen is getting hotter by every passing second, or it’s just my cheeks heating up due to his body moulding perfectly with mine. It doesn’t help either that I remember he’s sweaty under his shirt after his daily exercise smelling nice when he probably shouldn’t have. I busy my hands to glue the biscuits together with the jam moving slightly to the side a little further from Jin’s warm body, he doesn’t say anything else as he decides to leave the kitchen Cookie stays for the sake of finishing his meal before going on a quest to find his owner leaving me behind with my thoughts.

I wrap things up quickly after that, placing the treats in the middle so Cookie can’t reach it and clean up the jam stains before retreating to my room.

It’s a pleasant surprise to check my phone and see that my mom tried to reach me an hour ago, she’s up uncharacteristically early. Too curious to find out what she wants I dial her number without a second thought, it’s been three days that she called and that time she told me Jin will stay at my place until he has to go back to the army. Whenever I think about that a frown seems to climb its way up to my expression I got used to seeing him around the house that I tend to forget he won’t be around when the new year comes and it’s scary to think about how attached I feel to him or rather how lonely I’ll feel once this is all over. He’s a busy man in general and serving under the Military’s name means he can’t be here when I need him, it would be as painful in the long run as a long-distance relationship would be. Not that I assume he’s interested in me that way.

”Hey mom sorry I didn’t hear your call. Is everything alright?” I press my phone to my left ear, closing the door behind with the help of my foot before sitting down at the edge of my bed. Seokjin’s low hum and the sound of pots and pans indicate that he started soon after I left the kitchen, it’s early to start lunch already but Jin is always restless like that.

He needs to find things to do or fix because he gets bored easily, he told me that when I picked up on his punctuality that he always has to move like a clockwork at the base he developed a habit of making use of himself and he needs to constantly do things to keep his restless energy at bay so he can sleep well at night.

He wakes up exactly at six in the morning every day even without setting up his alarm. I think it’s endearing when he thumps his foot absentmindedly even if he’s watching a movie he’s interested in, legs spread wide in a comfortable position on the sofa, his body just never relaxes completely.

”Yes dear I called early to say Merry Christmas to my baby!” I giggle in response hearing her excitement conveyed through her voice. ”I hope you enjoy your Christmas present.” Her tone turned suggestive and my laughter died down, heat rose to my cheeks and my thoughts spiralled to Seokjin’s direction.

”What’s that supposed to mean?” I glance at the door listening for the noises to make sure Jin can’t hear my flustered tone, he’s still in the kitchen and that helps me relax a little until my mom’s knowing hum filled the silence in the conversation.

”Are you getting on well with Jin right? He’s a real sweetheart so treat him nice ok?” Can’t help but all the more agree with her, he’s very considerate and funny, I think he’s the one who’s treating me nice even though I supposed to be the host, he helps out a lot and good company to be around. He sometimes misplaces my things like moving plates to a higher shelf when he knows I can’t reach it there without his help and he cracks terrible jokes that I secretly like very much and Cookie is the apple of my eye already, I think he listens to me more than he listens to Jin at this point (there might be a tiny connection that I often give him special treats during his owner's absence) and I found it hilarious as he sulks on the couch calling his dog a ’traitor’ when he decides to rest his head on my lap instead of Seokjin’s.

Little things like that make me like Seokjin more and more with each passing day.

”I’m treating him just fine mom he said he gained weight since his arrival blaming it on me, don’t worry and enjoy the holidays with dad, after all, it’s the first time that you two could celebrate with just him after so long.”

”Will do darling. I hope you’ll have a wonderful time as well I know that finals were stressing you out so I hope that you are able to relax now.” We deemed the conversation finished after wishing each other happy holidays again and for once I feel like I can mean my words as I feel relaxed around a certain someone.

”Want to place the star on top?” Jin shoved the decoration piece in front of my face whilst I placed food on the coffee table to feast upon as we watch classic Christmas movies until we can’t keep our eyes open since it’s the first day of Christmas.

”I’m not stepping on that ladder you fixed, it looks like a death trap.” Eyeing all the nails and patches on the poor thing.

”If it can hold my weight so can yours.” Jin states the facts, placing the star into my opened palm with a mischievous grin. ”I’ll hold you so don’t be a baby and decorate with me, it’s not as fun doing it alone.” That pout, dangerous and he knows that I can’t possibly say no to that when he asks me so nicely with that adorable full lips of his.

”If I fall I’m dragging you with me, just saying.” I keep our eye contact to get my point across with a meaningless glare, the corners of my lips twitch to morph into a smile hearing his happy chuckles using that moment to turn to the ladder taking the first step up the stair the scent of Jin’s aftershave hit my sensitive nose feeling his hands curve around my hip squeezing my sides to reassure me he’s here to catch me. I can blame my wobbly legs because of the shaky ladder or on my fear of high places but I can’t fool myself that the delicate shake that overpowers my body is because of the excitement I feel as I daydream about his hands on different parts of my body. It feels nice to be held by him.

”Hold on for deer life then.” A fond smile appears on my face hearing him laugh on the pun he just told me, forget my inner turmoil in the meantime placing the star to add the last piece before we declare it’s complete.

I almost can’t mask the look of disappointment I feel when he lets me go once my feet are planted on the ground the star placed on top.

”Told you it’s safe. I’m here to keep you in one piece, sugar.” His hand landing on the top of my head, caressing my hair for the time length of two outdrawn strokes before he lets his fingers fall beside his body to prop around his hips observing the tree with so much excitement that he failed to see my blush due to the pet name that probably just slipped out without any meaning behind it.

”No Cookie it’s not yours love.” I catch him before he can bite a big chunk out of our late night dinner as we’re not paying attention, it created an opportunity for him that he would’ve been foolish to disregard.

”Cheeky pretty thing just like his owner, huh?” It slips out as I pet Cookie’s head kneading the soft short furs around his ears that he knocks our heads together in beaming excitement because of the affection.

”Cookie really likes you Y/N.” The affectionate gaze he looks at me with knocks the air out of my lungs, it sounded like for a split second that he means he likes me too. Wishful thinking I remind myself before looking away clearing my throat to get things started plopping down onto the couch with a big huff leaving my lips.

”I’m starving, get your fat ass over here so we can watch Grinch.” I beam at him acting like his previous comment doesn’t hit hard as I pull my plate closer taking a bite out of the grilled chicken.

”How rude-olf of you!” He fakes his crocodile tears but as his ass hits the fluffy blanket nearly ripping my hot cocoa out of my hands it doesn’t seem like he’s feeling an ounce of hurt over my words. It’s silent for a while as we bash under the Christmas lights our faces illuminated by the tv munching on our food and sweets laid out before us Cookie resting on the rug near our feet.

”It’s been a while since I had such a nice Christmas.” Jin sighs burrowing his face onto my shoulder I can feel his breath fan over my skin the movie is long forgotten as I let his words sink in. Tired to fight the urge I tilt my head to rest it against his the moment appears to be too intimate for strangers let alone friends. ”You smell nice too.” I feel his nose around my neckline turning further into me as he inhales the scent of my hair, maybe it’s because it’s getting late but I let the feelings wash over me.

”Did you drink from my mother’s ’secret Santa’ labelled punch or something? I told you she’s a witch when it comes to alcoholic beverages.” I laugh lightheartedly and Jin follows suit hitting my left thigh when his laugh makes me laugh harder that results in my stomach twisting in pain from all the giggling even so as he starts to tickle me to take his revenge. He manhandles me with ease as he pins my wrists with one hand over my head ticking my torso with the other straddling my hip so he can restrict my squirming under him.

”You’re stronger! That’s not fair Jin.” I whine under his crushing weight, cheeks flushed from the exercise and his close proximity an innocent smile lits up his entire face as he regards me under his form, the Christmas lights are illuminated in his dark orbs creating a pretty image of him. Hair sticking to every questionable direction full lips stretched to house his angelic smile warm radiating from his body so close to mine.

I wish this moment could last forever.

”What are you thinking about?” Tilting his head in question he looks into my eyes with a fierce expression, I gulp not knowing to say the truth or come up with something on the spot. I decided it’s time for the truth.

”That I..” My sentence gets interrupted by Cookie’s barking I haven’t realised that he around the time we were occupied left his spot and watched us with curious eyes. He licked both of our faces as soon as he had the attention and Jin got up from the couch to pet him as Cookie nudged him with his nose to show him his empty bowl.

Maybe it’s a sign that I shouldn’t. Right. What was I thinking? Seokjin is never home he serves the country all the time, married to his work to the extent that he has no time left for himself, he doesn’t have the capacity to form a serious relationship with me and he’s probably not looking for love either.

It’s for the best that we separate after the new year.

I formed a plan after almost confessing my love for him to avoid any other scenarios like this in the future, to be honest, I hated it but there’s no other way for me to get over him quickly even if my heart told me I should enjoy my little time left with him I choose to ignore his attempts at spending quality time with me.

If he asked for a movie night I told him I was busy or tired I took my meals to my room telling him that I need to pick up my studying schedule for the next semester, I had the most ridiculous reasons and I’m sure he figured me out after the second time I dismissed our plans and I can’t say seeing him hurt over my words and futile attempts at lying doesn’t felt like I was stabbed with a dozen knives into my heart.

I should have stopped myself before I got too deep because now I’m hurting both of us even if he’s only mourning for a lost friend.

A scratching noise interrupted the flow of my thoughts I tiptoe all the way to the door looking around before my eyes land on a restless Cookie. He reminds me so much of his owner but he normally stays with Jin I wonder what is he doing here scratching on my door. Is he out perhaps?

”What’s wrong? You seem sad.” I crouch to his level so I can caress his fur and his tail begin to wag instantly when I pull back Cookie grabs my sleeve with his teeth careful not to hurt me before he pulls me out of my room. I try to regain my footing but he pulls me harder until my door shuts behind my back.

”Cookie. What’s up with you suddenly?” I ask him even if I know there’s no reply to wait for I observe his body language before realisation lit up in my round orbs. ”You want me to follow you somewhere sweetheart?” Hearing that he let go suddenly making me lose my balance and collide with the floor cushioning the hit with my butt just like the first time I met him when he nearly run me over with excitement. He tumps his foot as he walks away hardly leaving enough time to catch up to him. He sits down in front of Seokjin’s door, or precisely the guest room he occupies for a short period I remind myself. My eyes soften after noticing it’s his way of showing that he doesn’t want us to part in bad terms. He’s smart.

I take in a deep breath mulling over if I should talk to Jin but looking at Cookie’s hopeful eyes I can’t possibly turn around and ignore this anymore. Jin deserves a better explanation than just accepting the fact one day I ghosted him.

I raise my hand to knock on his door when I hear his voice, he’s talking to someone over the phone since I didn’t hear the front door opening or closing that would mean we have a guest and I don’t think he would invite someone here without discussing it with me, no matter if we are in speaking terms or not.

”I don’t know what happened. I thought we are good but then the next day she didn’t want to do anything with me. I’m confused.” Is he talking about me? To whom? I know eavesdropping is bad but I can’t make my body pull away from the door as I listen intently. I don’t hear what the person from the other side says only Jin’s answers that I’m able to make out as I press my ear to the smooth surface.

”Of course I tried talking to her mom! What if I said or did something that made her hate me? I don’t want to leave like this, we had so much fun. I don’t want it to end this way.” Jin groaned frustratedly while listening to his mom, hearing his voice so worried and tense talking to his loved one about me that knows me very well, I feel ten times worse for ignoring him without giving him an honest explanation.

”I like her mom, but maybe it’s already too late.”

Retreating to my room in sheer panic when he cuts the line to afraid to be caught to rationalise the words I overheard. He likes me too.

All this time I thought that my feelings are not reciprocated whilst in reality I’m just a big coward, I hid behind the fabricated words that his profession is something that doesn’t sit well with me and he has no time to have a girlfriend, but I never tried asking what he wanted. If he wanted to give us a chance or not.

These thoughts plagued my mind until I fall asleep that night, however, tomorrow will be something different.

”Good morning.” I greet Seokjin as he walks out with only his sweatpants on eyes puffy from sleep, he’s so startled by my voice that he jumps at least five centimetres above the ground and the chuckle I let out witnessing his fright confuses him more.

”Uh, good morning.” He replies, at last, passing my form to pull out a mug probably for his morning coffee but I have his fill in my hand while mine is placed on the counter next to my hip. ”The ghost of Christmas visited you last night or something?” Jin watches my form suspiciously but accepting the steaming cup of coffee with a soft ’thanks’ rolling off of his tongue.

”Something like that. Can we talk?” I meet his gaze shyly picking up on my nervous habit as I nibble on my lower lip his eyes soften up.

”Yeah, let’s sit.” He prompts and I nod following his figure to the dining table where we sit on the opposite sides of it. We drink our beverages in peace for a few minutes before I lick my lips nervously opening my mouth to talk.

”I like having you here Jin. This Christmas with you was wonderful even your bad puns are surprisingly funny.” The man in front of me giggles at that, hearing that I had fun with him dismissed some of his insecurities and he looks more relaxed sitting before me sipping on his drink occasionally, waiting.

”I’m sorry for ignoring you it was very childish of me and you deserve an explanation. If I’m being honest you scare me.” His eyebrows shoot up at the mention and I’m eager to make things clear. I don’t want him to take my words literally. ”Or maybe it’s me. I don’t know. But what I do know is that I like you a lot. It scares me because you’re a soldier and you’re never home and I would be so worried wondering about if you are safe.”

”Even if I say all of that I couldn’t make myself to unlike you because you’re funny bad pun or not, caring and affectionate and too good for this world...I just really like you.”

Shying away from his intense stare I choose to observe the rim of my mug watching the dark liquid swirl in my cup when a finger tapped on my chin to look up. The brightest smile adorned Jin’s face that is so close our noses almost touch.

”I normally hate to say that our moms were right all along but right now I’m just glad that they made us spend this Christmas together.” Seokjin’s forehead knocks against mine as we laugh, nodding subtly to avoid more damage as my smile spreads wider I notice how Jin’s eye keeps looking between my eyes and lips and I can’t wait for him to finally reduce the short distance closing my eyes to fully appreciate his finger caressing my jaw, cupping my face letting our breaths entangle for a short second before I get to taste the coffee on his lips.

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littlemissaddict · 3 years

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New Years Kiss

Summary: Julie and Luke meet at a ski resort and their relationship grows. (Requested)

Word Count: 3K

Julie shivered as she got out of the car, pulling her coat tighter around her as the snow fell, she walked to meet her dad at the trunk helping him get their luggage out. It was still early but the sky was dark, probably because of the snow clouds she thought as they made their way up to the entrance of the winter resort that they were staying at for the week meaning that they would be here for New Years. Julie didn’t really want to spend it at home because it would because it would be the first year without her mom and Christmas at home was tough enough without her so she hoped the change of scenery would ease the pain slightly.

She stood in the lobby with Carlos while her dad checked them in and got their room keys. Looking at Carlos she realised he was on his phone, she knew she wouldn’t get anything out of him while they waited so she let her eyes wander around the room seeing lots of other families like themselves just arriving and others who were dressed in winter gear heading out, she guessed to the ski slopes that surrounded the resort. One person in particular caught her eye, he was young maybe a year or two older than herself with dark eyes and floppy brown hair but what drew her attention to him was the fact that he was in a sleeveless top looking as if he was dressed for the beach rather than the snow storm that was blowing on outside. Julie pulled her gaze away quickly when he turned his head as if sensing that someone was watching him, although she wasn’t quick enough that she missed the smug smile on his face when he caught her. Luckily for Julie her dad came over with the keys and led them away before she could embarrass herself further.

“So they're having a New Years Eve party it could be fun for you two to go” Ray says as they get to their room, somehow they have managed to get one that has two separated bedrooms which means Julie gets one to herself and Carlos shares with their dad.

“Maybe” Julie says going to put her bag in her room but Carlos seems excited at the idea.

The next couple of days they spent around the resort, Carlos wanted to try all the activities that were on for those who didn’t want to ski and Julie went with him. Every now and then she would catch sight of the boy without sleeves and wondered how he was dressed like that surely he was cold as everyone else including herself were wearing jumpers, even though it was warm inside you could still feel a chill everytime a door opened, she wanted to ask him but didn’t know how to approach him.

New Years Eve came and they were getting ready for the party the resort were throwing, they were holding two apparently one for kids that was going to be finish earlier on the night and one for adults that was going to go on late until the morning the poster had said, Julie wasn’t sure if she was going to stay awake that long. They had decided that they would go to the kids one and then when that finished they would meet up with their dad and ring in the new year together. When they went down to the party Carlos had found some of the kids he’d made friends with the past couple of days and left Julie to go with them, Julie decided to sit and watch the karaoke they had on. At first she was confused about how they picked who sang but as the song ended the two kids left the stage and two spotlights moved around the room picking out unsuspecting kids who, some she noticed rather reluctantly only got up because their friends encouraged them to, and sang with the stranger that joined them. Every so often they would have to repick because the chosen kid refused to get up but Julie was kind of entranced by it all, this would be interesting she thought.

After the next song the lights floated around the room, one landing on her and she took a deep breath as she had hardly sung since her mom had passed finding that all the passion she’d had for music had disappeared with her. She stood up slowly making her way to the little stage that was set up only realising when she got there who she was singing with, the boy with no sleeves, she noted how confident he looked and felt herself falter which he must have noticed.

“You got this” he smiled encouragingly at her and she couldn’t help but smile as they took their places behind the mics because his smile was infectious. The music started and the boy sang first, he was good Julie thought watching him, he made it seem so natural and effortless like he belonged on the stage. When he’d finished his part Julie pulled her eyes away from him to look at the words on the screen in front of them and taking a deep breath she began to sing, letting the music flow through her. He joined in moments later for the chorus and she let her gaze wander over to him again finding him already watching her, by this point they had drawn a small crowd of kids and glancing down into the crowd Julie found Carlos a proud smile on his face as he watched her and that’s the moment Julie thinks about how much she misses singing and performing. When they finish the song there's clapping and cheering from around them and the boy, whose name she is still yet to find out, clasps her hand and pulls her arm up before leaning forward and bowing while bringing Julie with him. They make their way off the stage and Carlos runs up to them.

“That was amazing” he smiles before looking down at their still clasped hands which Julie notices and pulls her hand away earning her a confused look from her brother “Are we going to find dad now” he asks.

“Yeah you go ahead and I’ll be along in a minute” she smiles watching as Carlos nods and heads off through the crowd then she turns to the boy beside her “You’re a really good singer” she says and he flashes her a smile.

“Yeah but it was nothing compared to your voice though, the power that you have, you’re like a human wrecking ball” he says excitedly. Julie raises her eyebrows at him amused and she notes the way a slight blush creeps up his face. “I’m Luke by the way”

“Julie” she replies as they walk away from the stage and back towards the back of the room where it’s a little bit quieter so they can talk.

“Can I ask you a question?” Julie asks when they sit down and Luke gives her a confused look but nods “Are you not cold? Because every time I’ve seen you for the past two days you’ve had a sleeveless shirt on and it’s bloody snowing outside” she rambles making Luke laugh.

“Nah I’m fine, I’m always warm” he replies when he’s calmed down. They stay there for the rest of the night talking, she finds out that he’s here with his parents and that he’s in a band which his parents aren’t very supportive of which surprises Julie and she tells him of how her parents always encouraged her and Carlos to pursue whatever made them happy. Although she does tear up thinking of her mom, Luke somehow knows what to say just to make her smile and listens to her as she tells him about her.

“She sounds like an amazing woman” He says quietly and Julie agrees. They sit in a comfortable silence until someone announces that it’s five minutes to midnight and Luke perks up again. “Shall we go watch the fireworks?” he asks standing up and holding his hand out to her.

“Only if you’ve got a coat” she teases, taking his hand and letting him pull her up from her seat. He shakes his head at her mumbling something that sounds like ‘of course I have a jacket’ which makes her chuckle. A few minutes later they’re wrapped up and stood outside with a crowd of other resort guests waiting for the countdown to the new year and the firework display. Luke reaches for Julie’s hand and squeezes slightly as the countdown begins, the both join the chorus of cheers as the fireworks go off.

“Well I should probably go and find my dad and brother” Julie smiles pulling away from him and Luke nods “Happy New Year Luke” she says leaving him with a wave, a giddy smile on her face as she makes her way through the crowd of people.

It’s just before lunch when Julie is woken on New Years day, she finds her dad and Carlos watching tv they’re both dressed and look like they’ve been up for a while. Her dad greets her with a hug and a kiss to the top of her head as she joins them, she knows that she’ll have to get dressed shortly so that they can go and get lunch but she stays with them for a while. When they make their way down to lunch, Julie’s surprised how many people are up considering how many of them went to bed early hours that morning. She spots Luke when they sit down to eat, he flashes her a smile and waves which she returns as her dad speaks.

“So I heard you had a good night last night” he says with a knowing smile and Julie doesn’t know if he means the singing or the fact that she hung out with Luke for most of the night. “Carlos told me you sang again, I’m just sorry I missed it” he said

“Don’t worry dad, I’ll make sure you’re there next time” she reassures him just as their food comes, they talk about their plans for the rest of the afternoon while they eat, deciding just to go back to their room and watch films as they still have couple of days before they go home. As they’re in the lobby heading back to their room, Julie hears her name called and turns to see Luke, telling her dad she will follow them, she goes over to meet Luke.

“Hey”

“So I was thinking as I leave the day after tomorrow, do you maybe want to hang out again tomorrow?” he asks, nervously rubbing the back of his neck and Julie replies with a nod “Cool uh meet you here at 10” he suggests and Julie agrees before going to catch up with her dad. Luckily he doesn’t mention anything about when she gets back to the room but she has a feeling Carlos may have told him about Luke as he gives her a suspectful glance.

Julie makes it to the lobby the next morning about five minutes early but to her surprise Luke’s already there waiting for her. “Morning” he greets when he spots her.

“So what did you have planned?” She asks coming to a stop in front of him, taking in his appearance she guessed that they would be going outside as he had his coat thrown over his arm and orange beanie on his head and she noted the way his hair curled out from the back of it where it was slightly longer, fighting the urge to run her hands thru it she waited for him to answer.

“I was thinking we could go skating” he said with a quirk of his brow as if he was asking her it as a question more than telling her. Julie nodded and waited for Luke to put his coat on before they headed outside. Getting their skates on and getting onto the rink took longer than Julie thought it would but they got their eventually clinging to each other for support and laughing their heads off. Once they were on the ice Julie skated forwards gracefully but when she realised Luke wasn’t there with her, she turned to find him clinging on to the side watching her.

“Have you skated before?” she asks and he shakes her head, “You know I thought when you asked if I wanted to go skating then you’d at least know how to skate yourself” she teases watching as colour flares on his cheek but she can’t tell if it’s from the could or if he’s embarrassed.

“Hey I can ski and snowboard, I didn’t think skating would be this hard” he says in self defense and Julie skates back over to him holding out her hand for him to take which he does, holding her hand tightly as he skates next to her albeit very wobbly. Luke gets better after a while once he finds his balance and he doesn’t need to hold Julie’s hand anymore however he doesn’t let go. Julie doesn’t say anything but she enjoys the feeling of her hand in his and she can feel the warmth of his hand through their gloves. Later on when they’re handing their skates back they decide to walk around outside for a bit before heading back inside.

“We should hang out more, you know when we get back home” Luke suggests but Julie raises her eyebrows at him.

“Do we even live anywhere near each other?” she asks with a chuckle when he laughs when he realises that he doesn’t know where she lives, he just assumed they lived near each other. As it turns out they live about a two hour drive from each other which is not ridiculously far but not close enough that they can hang out with each other after school.

“Okay but we should at least swap numbers so that we can keep in touch and then maybe plan something so that we can meet up on a weekend or something” he says a hopeful smile on his face and Julie can’t help but smile at him as she reaches into her pocket to pull her phone out to hand to him. They part ways shortly after that as Luke still has to pack ready for him going home and Julie was meeting her dad and Carlos for lunch but he makes sure to give her a hug before he goes which leaves Julie feeling giddy, she only realises when she gets back to her room that she may have a small crush on the him.

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The first day back at school Flynn can already tell that something is different with Julie and she doesn’t hesitate to ask her what changed. She listens intently as Julie tells her about the trip, singing karaoke and when she tells her about Luke she can feel her cheeks flush as Flynn watches her with a knowing stare.

“Awe my girls back,” she says excitedly pulling Julie in for a hug, she’s glad to see that her friend is back to feeling more like herself again “and you’ve got a crush and his names Luke” she teases as she pulls away laughing as Julies cheeks flame again but she doesn’t try to deny it as she knows it’s true.

Julie finds herself constantly texting with Luke when she’s not in lessons and when she’s at home she’s mainly on facetime with him, they usually talk for hours even though they’ve been texting all day. Although they don’t manage to meet up really until they’re both done with school for the summer and they have two weeks together as Luke’s staying with family that live about ten minutes away from Julie. In those two weeks Julie finally introduces him to her dad and Carlos and they’re both excited to meet Luke but Ray just really wants to thank him for helping Julie get back into music. As the year goes on Julie finds that friendly comments between the two of them slowly morph into flirty comments and she can’t help but wonder if Luke has feelings for just like she does for him but she doesn’t say anything. Towards the end of October Ray surprises Julie and Carlos telling them that he’s booked for them to go back to the resort for New Years again and Julie is straight on the phone to Luke excitedly telling him they’re going and the excitement only increases when Luke confirms that he's going back as well.

As they pull up to the resort, Julie messages Luke to let him know that they’re there as she knows he arrived earlier that morning. She tries to keep her steps a normal speed as she follows her dad into the lobby, her eyes searching for Luke. When her gaze finds him she sees that he’s already making his way over to her and she throws her arms around him as soon as he’s in reach and buries her face in his neck as he tells her that he’s missed her. When they pull apart he greets her dad and Carlos and invites them for dinner with his parents later which they accept.

On New Years Eve, Julie finds herself singing karaoke again with Luke, the same spark between them as the first time they sang and when they head out for the countdown to the New Year Julie finds her hand clasped tightly in Luke’s as it had been most of the time they had spent together. As the first firework goes off Julie finds herself being pulled into a hug by Luke, his face close to hers, their lips almost touching until she reaches up to pull him closer finally letting him know how she feels and joy spreads through her as he kisses her back.

“Happy New Year Julie” he smiles as they pull away from the kiss but their bodies stay pressed against one another.

“Happy New Year Luke” she replies with a wide smile on her face as she looks ahead to the future, whatever they were now they would make it work, long distance and all.

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killianglyndon · 3 years

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Someone You Care ch5

Warnings: mild curses, case mentioned, typical svu stuff, hurt/comfort?

Word count: 2k+

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It had been months since you and Rafael disclosed. Things had been great for the two of you, you grew closer to each other. Since both of your jobs were demanding, you always ended up in his place or sometimes he ended up in yours. So, Rafael had asked if you like to move in with him, and you obviously said yes to his offer.

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“It’s been a long week.” You sighed as you shrugged off your jacket. “It is.” Rafael said and helped you hang up your jacket. You walked into Rafa...no you and Rafael’s living room to sit down on the couch. You smiled to yourself when you thought of this, you and Rafael’s home. Rafael caught your smile while walking toward the couch and sat down next to you. He loosened up the tie and unbuttoned a few buttons before throwing his arm behind your shoulder.

“What are you smiling for?” He asked softly. “Nothing, I’m just happy. You know? Us coming home together and snuggling on the couch.” You smiled. Rafael beamed to your words, “I’m happy too.” Rafael leaned closer to peck a kiss on your forehead. Ring Ring. You grabbed your phone and checked who was calling, “It’s Jay.” You said to Rafael before answering.

“Hey, Jay.”

“Hey, (y/n).”

“What’s wrong? Something happened?”

“No. No. It’s just that we’re going to have a Thanksgiving dinner party next month. And we miss you a lot, so I just want to know if you like to come? Maybe you can bring your hotshot lawyer boyfriend?”

“I would love to, but I have to check with Lieutenant Benson first. It has been a little crazy here.”

“Same here.” Jay laughed

“I’ll let you know soon, okay?”

“Okay, take care.”

“You too, Jay.”

“So… you remember Halstead?” You asked. “Yeah, a detective from Intelligence. Right?” You nodded. “He asked if we wanted to have Thanksgiving dinner with them. And they wanted to meet you.” “You know they met me before right?” Rafael joked. “I know. But they still want to meet you. Since you’re my boyfriend now.” You chuckled. “I’ll ask the D.A’s office. I got plenty of vacation time. I think we can definitely spend Thanksgiving in Chicago.” Rafael said and used his hand to stroke your hair. “Thank you.” You smiled and snuggled into his chest. “There’s no need, (y/n). I know how much they mean to you. And I want to meet your friends as your boyfriend too.” Rafael wrapped his arms around you and trailed small circles on your back.

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SVU had been working on Gary Munson’s case non-stop. You felt sick about this, a correctional officer used his power to sexually assault female inmates. The investigation was certainly not easy since many of Munson’s victims who Rafael and the squad helped to make bail later refused to testify. Thankfully, Liv and Chief Dodds managed to talk to Charisse and had her help put Munson away. The squad successfully arrested Munson.

It had been days since the squad put Munson away, but he made bail of course. And Rafael had not been like him recently, whenever you said or asked him something, he just gave you a short answer. Rafael seemed distant...and it had been bothering you a lot. Maybe it was work? It had been a lot of things going on lately.

Two of you were lying on the bed, Rafael turned his back on you. You leaned to him and asked, “Rafi, is everything okay?” “Yeah.” “What’s wrong? You know you can talk to me right?” “Everything is fine, (y/n).” Rafael snapped. “D… did I do something wrong?” “Just drop it, please.” “Fine. I’ll go to sleep in the guest room.” You murmured, got up from the bed, and walked out of the bedroom. Rafael tried to say something to make you stay, but nothing came out of his mouth. And you had already walked out of the bedroom.

Why wouldn’t he talk to you? Was he tired of you? Did you do something wrong? Or were you not good enough for him? Millions of thoughts came through your head, you felt hot tears rolled down your cheeks. You cried for hours until you were too tired and drifted into sleep.

And Rafael didn't exactly have a good night's sleep. Instead, he didn’t have any sleep at all, knowing you were crying in the other room. He felt wretched, but he had to do this. He had to protect you from this.

You woke up earlier than usual, you hardly had decent sleep last night. You decided to leave for work before Rafael woke up, you just didn’t want to face him last night. It was just too much.

You walked into the bullpen and were greeted by your partner, Sonny. “Morning, (y/n).” “Morning.” You murmured. You sat down in your chair and put your bag down. “Everything okay?” Sonny asked. “Yeah.” You replied hastily. Sonny could tell that something was wrong, but he decided not to push it. Sonny definitely saw your reddish and puffy eyes from crying last night. Your hair was a little messy, it was obviously you had a shitty night yesterday.

“Want some cannolis?” Sonny gestured. “Thanks.” You grabbed one. You knew Sonny was trying to cheer you up, you two had been partners for more than a year. He was your partner and a friend you could pour your heart out.

A few hours later, Rafael came into the precinct.

You eyed him walking in the bullpen, and you tried to avoid any eye contact with him. He walked into Liv’s office without saying anything to you. Rafael usually would have given you a kiss or gave you a squeeze on your shoulder. But he didn’t. Sonny definitely noticed this too. Thankfully, Liv had sent you and Sonny to interview some people for the case. You were kind of relieved that you didn’t have to face Rafael, yet, you felt powerless cause you didn’t know what to do.

You and Sonny were sitting in the car, “Okay, something definitely wrong with you and Barba. Want to talk about it?” “I…” You tried to say something but nothing came out.“Hey, it’s okay if you don’t want to talk. I’m here whenever you’re ready.” Sonny said. “No. I want to talk.” “Okay.” You took a deep breath before starting, “So, uh...this might sound stupid but Rafael is being distant recently. I mean I tried to ask him what’s going on, but he just shut me down. I don’t know what’s going on, Sonny. Was he...going to break up with me..?” Sonny gave you an assuring grip on your arm, “I don’t think he’s going to break up with you, (y/n). Barba is so in love with you, ya know? Maybe something happened to him and he’s not ready to talk.” “I really don’t know, Sonny…”

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Rafael was miserable without you, but he thought he was doing the right thing. The threat started a few weeks ago, at first, Rafael didn’t think it was a big deal. Being an A.D.A, he got threatened all the time. But, last week, a letter with photos of you and Rafael together was sent to him. He was horrified upon seeing that, he had to protect you. He had to. But how? Rafael thought if he distanced himself from you, you would walk away. And you would be safe, he recalled the other night when he snapped at you. God, he felt so terrible about it, it broke his heart to hear you sobbing in the other room. But, maybe you would walk away, and you would be safe, right?

The other night, Rafael went home and found you weren’t there. He had tried to push you away, and now you were really gone. But wait, where would you go…? Your old place had rented out to someone else a few weeks ago. “Shit.” He cursed. Then he checked his phone to see if you had texted him, no new messages from you. You didn’t text him. He saw Carisi‘s name pop up on his phone, so he picked it up.

“Counselor, (y/n) crashes at my place tonight. Don’t worry, I tried to ask her to text you, but she was out as soon as she hit the bed.”

“Thanks, Carisi.”

“But I really think you should talk to her whatever is going on between you. She was really upset.”

“I…I can’t…”

“Ya did something wrong?”

“No. I mean not exactly…”

“Not trying to intrude but ya really need to talk to her soon. Figure it out, Will ya?”

“I will. Night Carisi.”

“Night.”

Rafael certainly did some thinking after his conversation with Carisi. Rafael didn’t realize how much pain he would cause you when he tried to push you away, he thought you would be safe at least. Truth be told, you were both miserable without each other. Rafael lay in the shared bed of yours, it felt empty without you beside him. Your sweet floral scents were still there, but it just didn’t feel right without your presence.

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Rafael must make this right, so he had asked Liv if she could meet up at his office this morning. Liv was always a great friend of Rafael’s and if anyone could help him, it would be her.

Liv was sitting on his office’s couch, and Rafael took out some files for her. “When did this start?” Liv asked as she kept checking out the files. “A few weeks ago, but I didn’t think it was a big deal. I mean I got threats all the time. I guess it’s the perks of being an A.D.A.” Rafael chuckled bitterly. “But then a letter with (y/n) and I’s photos were sent to me… I assumed whoever it was had been following us for weeks.” “You know you are friends with a bunch of cops right?” Liv asked and put down the files. “I know… I just thought if I push her away, and she’ll be safe…” “That’s...that’s… Rafael… I’ll look into this with the squad, okay? In the meantime, talk to (y/n), okay? She’s not doing great…” Liv sighed.“I will…thanks…” Rafael replied. Liv stood up and walked towards the door, “We’ll get him...” Liv said before leaving. Rafael rubbed his face with his hands, trying to get himself together.

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It had been a week since you heard from Rafael, he didn’t even try to call or text you. Was it really the end? You had been crashing at Sonny’s place since the day you told Sonny about it. You were sitting on his couch and watching whatever show playing on the TV. Sonny had been a really good friend ever since you two had partnered up, he was always there for you whenever you need. You felt bad about crashing at his place for almost a week, but he had assured you that you could stay as long as you needed. Knock Knock. “Were you expecting someone?” You asked. “Uh...I will go get it.” Sonny said awkwardly before getting up from the couch and walked over to open the door.

Not too long, Sonny walked back to the living room with someone behind him. “Who is it?” You asked and turned your gaze to him. It was Rafael. “Hey… I was wondering if we could… talk?” Rafael asked. He looked almost a little timid. “Sure… ” You murmured. “I’ll give you two the room.” Sonny said before disappearing into his room. Rafael walked towards you and sat down next to you. “I… I’m sorry, mi amor.” Rafael whispered and put his hand on top of yours. “I was getting threats the past few weeks…” “Wait, what? Why didn’t you say anything?” You asked. “I get threats all the time, I didn’t think it was serious until… I got an envelope with our photos in it. Whoever has done this must follow us for a while.” Rafael said and looked away from you.

“I...you could have told me, Rafi. We’re in this together…” You murmured and tears were around your eyes’ corner. “I know… and I’m sorry Cariño… I really am.” Rafael trailed. You couldn’t hold your tears anymore, you just let them roll down your cheeks. Rafael pulled you into his arm and held you tight as if he was afraid to lose you. “I forgive you, Rafi.” You murmured into his chest. “I love you, Cariño.” Rafael kissed the top of your head. “I love you too.” You said as you wrapped your arms tightly around him. Rafael pulled away a little and leaned in to kiss you on your lips. It was a chaste and gentle kiss, all loving and soft then turned into passionate and breathless. You pulled away after you were all short of air, and you tilted your head and saw a red-faced Sonny Carisi standing in the hallway. “Jesus, Sonny. You were there all the time?” You asked. “What? No… I thought you two were having some problems, ya know? You became...uh quite…” Sonny said awkwardly. You chuckled into Rafael’s chest, “Never have seen two grownups kissing, Carisi?” Rafael teased. “What!? No! I guess you can take this and go home, (y/n)...” Sonny handed you your bag. “Yeah, yeah.” You grabbed the bag from him and walked to the door with Rafael. Sonny walked two of you out, “Hey, thank you, Sonny.” You said and gave him a hug. “No worries, (y/n).” You two pulled away and said goodbye before leaving.

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That night, you slept in Rafael’s embrace with your head under his chin. You breathed into his scent, it felt right. It felt like home. It was a long week for both of you, so you passed out as soon as you were in his arms. Rafael didn’t fall asleep until he took in your sleeping form in his arms. Rafael swore to himself that he would never let you go again, ever.

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Call for Action

Chapter 6

You rolled over at around 2 AM for what seemed like the millionth time. Despite having no nightmares, you were plagued with hourly panic attacks that tore you from sleep. You didn’t even know what could have caused them; you had been doing so well since your last incident weeks ago. You felt so hopeless, and wondered if it was even worth the effort to sleep. Yet every time you tried to stay awake, your eyes drifted on their own accord. Without thinking too much of the consequences, you reached over and grabbed your phone and called Jensen. You were met with a series of grumbled responses. Before you knew it, he was at your door.

“Jensen, I’m so sorry. I wasn’t thinking and didn’t know what else to do.” You said, half crying at your possible mistake.

“(Y/N), never be sorry for needing someone. C’mon, let’s lay down.” He said, putting an arm around you.

“Could we go on the couch for a bit instead? I kind of need to get away from my bed.” You asked.

“Sure.” Jensen said.

And there the two of you sat for several hours, until the sun broke across the horizon and the birds began to sing. You had both ended up falling asleep in what had looked like not the most comfortable positions, but it couldn’t compare to the restful sleep you had gotten. Your alarm in your bedroom woke you up around 5 AM, causing you to half stumble off the couch as you were intertwined between Jensen’s limbs. The small struggle caused Jensen to come around, waking up a little more when he saw you return from your room. You rubbed at your eyes and let out a large yawn.

“I know you’re gonna protest, but I think you should take the day off. You look like you could use it.” Jensen said, still on the couch.

“I don’t think I can afford that, Jensen. I just started working here.” You said.

“Well, maybe I could pull some strings for you. I could talk to Bob for you. I think he’d understand if I explained it to him briefly.” Jensen said.

“That’s the last thing I need is him knowing what I’m going through. He’ll probably let me go when he finds out.” You said, crossing your arms.

“Alright, I can spare the details. You just need a break, that’s all.” Jensen said.

After some thinking, you realized he was right. The past few weeks had been rough on you. You were basically running nonstop, and it had finally caught up to you. And boy did you feel it.

“You don’t have to call Bob, I’ll do it myself.” You said. “You’re right, I’ve been running myself ragged. I just know as an adult, I have a responsibility to myself and my coworkers. I can’t afford to take time off etcetera etcetera.”

“That may be true but as Jared has told me, you can’t put an oxygen mask on everyone else if you don’t put one on yourself first.” Jensen said.

You sighed. “Damn, you guys are like Buddha.”

“It comes with experience, trust me.” He said.

After you called off for the day, you and Jensen spent the day watching whatever was on daytime TV, Netflix, and napping in between. If you could do this every once in a while, you wouldn’t complain. The refresher was nice and you even got some bonus time with Jensen. The two of you fit together like puzzle pieces; always comfortable around each others’ presence. It was something you hadn’t felt in a while with someone.

Around noon, Jared stopped by with some fresh lunch. You had been snoozing at the time so Jensen took it upon himself to answer the door for you. The two of them had been talking for a little bit before you finally woke up to the steaming aroma and the sound of talking.

“Remember when this was happening with you a long while back? It’s all I can think of.” You heard Jensen say.

“Yeah. She’ll pull through though, just like I did. I haven’t known her for that long, and I can already tell she’s one to reckon with.” Jared said.

You groggily opened your eyes and looked over to Jensen and Jared standing in your kitchen. The TV had still been playing quietly in the background, playing some infomercial on jewelry. You inhaled deeply and sat up, letting out a loud and satisfying stretch. Doing so caused the guys to look over. You clicked off the TV and stood up slowly, your joints cracking as you stiffened them.

“Hey, how are you feeling?” Jared asked, still holding a large paper bag.

“Honestly? Like I could still use another nap.” You said humorlessly, still chuckling lightly.

“I bet. I brought you guys some food; figured you could use a nice hot meal.” Jared said while holding up the bag slightly.

“Thank you, maybe you could join us?” You asked, walking over to where he stood.

“Well, I didn’t bring enough for three.. But that’s okay, I just had lunch not long ago. Sure, why not?” He said.

He held the bag out for you to take, and you gladly accepted it. You set it on the counter and looked inside. Inside were two fancy grilled ham and cheese sandwiches, the ones held together with a toothpick and an olive. You smiled up at Jared, grateful to have found another good friend to confide in. Or at least, you hoped.

“Well Jensen, I say we dig in before it gets cold.” You said.

“Sounds like a plan to me.” Jensen said.

The three of you sat at your small kitchenette (Jared had to pull up an extra folding chair from whoever knows where you had it stashed), just happy to be in each other’s presence. You giggled as you observed Jared’s large stature cramped to the confines of the small-ish chair.

“Oh like you’ve never seen a giant man sit in a chair half his size before.” Jared snarked playfully.

“Actually no, I haven’t.” You said in between chuckles.

Jared smiled at you alongside Jensen. “It’s good to see you smile.” Jared said.

“I tend to agree.” Jensen said.

“Hard not to.” You said, mouth half-full of sandwich. “I don’t mean to intrude in any way, so let me know if I am. But earlier, I heard you guys talking about Jared going through something a while ago. So you’re telling me you both of you have gone through something similar?”

“Yeah actually-” Jared said, sitting back into his chair. “-And you’re not overstepping at all, don’t worry. We wouldn’t have talked about it with you around if we thought it was something you didn’t need to know.”

“What he said.” Jensen said. “And yeah, Jared went through a bout of depression about five years ago. It happened when we were on set, actually. He has no shame on sharing it with others, but isn’t really ready to let everyone know about it just yet.”

“What got you through it?” You asked, intrigued.

“I know Jensen was talking about therapy before, and how it helped him. I know it’s going to sound like a broken record, but that majorly helped me get through it. That and a great support system.” Jared said.

“You two really are joined at the everything, jeez.” You said. “Jensen and I were actually just talking about therapy last week. I agreed to try it, but I’m just a little scared how it’s going to turn out.”

“It can be scary, especially since it’s new territory for you.” Jared said.

“So, what do you say it’s about time we schedule you for that therapist?” Jensen asked.

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One Month Later

You walked down a small hallway until you reached an ajar door that had the name "Mr. Roslin" on it, and knocked lightly. A man in his late forties was sitting at a small desk in a computer chair; he turned around and smiled.

"You must be (Y/N). Please, come in and take a seat." He said.

You walked into the decently sized room and sat on a padded chair several feet from the therapist. Mr. Roslin shuffled a few papers on his desk before turning back around with a notepad and pen in hand.

"So (Y/N), tell me more about why you're here today." He said.

"Well… My friend.. er date.. said I would benefit from seeing you." You said.

"And why would they think that?" He asked.

You sighed. "Well, lately I've been having these.. panic attacks. Quite a lot of them actually."

"Have you had them before?"

"Many times, yes. Just haven't had one out of nowhere in quite a while."

"Hm. I think I have just the thing for that."

Mr. Roslin turns around in his chair and pulls out a sticky note from his desk. On it, he scribbles a few notes before handing it to you. It read: "5 things you can see, 4 things you can feel, 3 things you can hear, 2 things you can smell, 1 thing you can taste."

"Have you heard of grounding exercises before?" He asked.

You shook your head and stayed silent so he would continue.

"Grounding techniques or exercises are coping skills that keep you in the present. Let's say for instance, your thoughts or a panic attack are keeping you from doing a task at work. These exercises help you stay in the moment instead of focusing on those pesky thoughts or feelings." He explained.

"Oh wow, those sound useful.. Thank you." You said.

"Mhm. They are only useful though if you practice. That'll be your homework after this session, until I see you next. He said.

"Sounds easy enough. Thank you Mr. Roslin." You said.

"Don't mention it. By the way, have you ever been formally diagnosed previously?" Mr. Roslin asked.

"No sir, this is actually my first ever appointment to see anyone like this. I assume I have anxiety, as my doctor long ago said I may have it. He was the one who gave me the breathing tips." You admitted.

"I see. Just for your information, I'd like to know if knowing your diagnoses would help you in any way, or would you feel they would set you back?" He inquired.

"I feel the diagnoses could help explain some things, so you can tell me." You said.

"It's only your initial appointment but from what I can tell so far based on our phone conversation and now, you have both anxiety and possibly a smidge of depression. It isn't uncommon in the psychiatric world to have both. They tend to work together to make your life more miserable. The depression tends to be more of the negative thinking (at least in your case), while the anxiety of course is the panic/anxiety attacks." He explained.

"The anxiety I figured; the depression I never thought of though. Will it ever get better?" You asked.

"With a lot of effort and time, you will find it a lot easier to cope with what you have, so yes." He said.

"That's good to know. And for the panic attacks, do you think taking up a new career can enhance them?" You asked.

"Certainly. New environments and added stress are definitely a factor. They should fade after getting adjusted. But if they don't come talk to me and we'll hash it out together." He said.

"Thank you for that, it's very helpful to be in the know." You said.

"Always; knowledge can be very powerful. Is there anything else you would like to discuss today?" He asked.

"Yeah actually, there is. With my.. date. I'm not really sure where we stand. We're moving at quite a fast pace, and I'm scared something is going to go wrong or something. My life usually works that way, and I know our relationship so far isn't exactly normal." You said.

"Well, have you talked with them about it?" He asked.

You paused for a moment; you hadn't thought to ask Jensen about anything besides that one time. It seemed to be a logical thing to do.

"It is okay to communicate these things in a relationship. If anything, the relationship will be stronger if you communicate how you feel and what you expect." Mr. Roslin said.

"You're right. I just.. I don't know. Wouldn't it be awkward to talk about those things?" You asked.

"It's only awkward if you want it to be, remember that. You could always phrase it something like.. 'I wanted to talk about our relationship. Where are you and I right now? Are we still dating, or are we looking for something more?'. Most importantly, let them know how you feel. If you're afraid, let them know." He said.

"Okay, I'll try those things." You agreed.

"Perfect! Unless you have anything else to discuss with me I'll write you in for another two weeks from now. Does that sound good?" He asked.

"That sounds great Mr. Roslin, thanks for everything today." You said.

"No problem, take care (Y/N)." He said.

You walked out of the office and made your way to the curb where Jensen had parked his truck. You hopped inside and exhaled in relief.

"Well? How did it go?" Jensen asked.

"Actually, it wasn't that bad. He's pretty helpful; although I didn't expect homework." You said.

"Hey, taking care of yourself is hard work." He said, cupping your face in his hands. "And you've already taken the first step; you're doing great."

You smiled and glanced at his lips before quickly giving them a peck.

"Hey Jensen?" You asked.

"Yeah hun?" He responded.

"There was actually something I wanted to talk to you about." You said.

"Like what?" He asked, gently pulling away from you.

"Us. I wasn't sure for a bit, but I think I'm scared. Something always goes wrong in my life, and I would hate for it to be us. I'm not breaking up with you or anything, I'm just unsure. I mean, I can tell you like me, but in what way? Where are we taking this? Is it even going to go anywhere?" You asked.

Jensen was taken aback at all this information at once; he raised his eyebrows.

"Wow, uh. I guess we do need to talk." He said. "To repeat what you said: yes, I do like you. Hell, I like you a lot. That part, is never going to change, as far as I can tell. We can go wherever you want with this. If you want it to be a fling, let it be a fling. Although, I would really prefer something more than that." Jensen explained.

"Wait.. you would?" You asked, eyes lighting up.

"Yeah! I mean, if that's okay with you of course." Jensen said.

“You have no idea how happy I am to hear that.” You said.

You grabbed Jensen’s face gently and gave him a passionate kiss, pouring all of your emotions into him. He responded gently, meeting the same level of passion without being too rough. In that moment, everything felt good. You knew it wasn’t perfect, but you had faith in both the man in front of you and where he was guiding you.

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Housebound

Paring: Victor Creed/Reader

Tags: gender-neutral reader, past Jean Grey/Logan, current events, quarantine, angst, angst with a happy ending, brotherly love, light fluff, alternative universe - modern & no powers

Summary: You and your boyfriend Victor are stuck at his brother's house during a quarantine lockdown.

Word Count: 1,611

Current Date: 2020-03-30

Requested by: @queengiuliettafirstlady

The nation-wide call for a lockdown happened at the worst time. Well, it could have been worse - well, a lot worse. Yeah, it was unwise to visit Victor’s brother, all things considered. It wasn’t Logan’s fault that he’d found his wife had been cheating on him. It wasn’t his fault that the affair had happened since the 2016 election and that she wasn’t at tennis with her teacher at all.

Now you three were stuck in a flat.

“Of all things…” Logan cracked open another beer. At the rate he was going at, there’d be no liquor in two days, let alone the projected lift on the ban.

“Look, she’ll get what’s coming for her. You know, karma and all that,” you tell Logan, meaning it. When he doesn’t respond, you lean forward and take the bottle.

Quite unhelpfully, Victor has been staying out of all of this. While he’s not the best negotiator, he’s Logan’s brother and knows him better than you. Throughout lunch, he’d been quiet, near-brooding, patting Logan’s back when he sighed, passing things when he asked for them, grunted in response when conversation asked it of him. You’re not sure if this is because he’s mad that you insisted on helping Logan in this tough spot, or because he’s never really liked his brother, or perhaps, it’s your fault that you’re both stuck here in the one-bedroom flat in the poorer area of town.

“________,” Logan growls. “Give it back.”

Victor swipes the beer and returns it to his brother’s hand. “Let the man grieve,” he wrestles Logan to the couch, moving to the TV for something nonsensical to change the mood. “C’mon, bro. Save some beer for the rest of us.”

You sigh and push yourself up onto the bench. Outside the tiny kitchen window, the streets are bare, and there’s no traffic at all, except for the stray emergency vehicle. You can hear the start-up tone for Netflix as you begin to think of your lonely houseplants.

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Come ten o’clock when everyone’s eyes felt like sandpaper, Logan retired to the bedroom. With the taste of unusual toothpaste in your mouth, you and Victor looked to the second-hand couch for respite. A couch that had lived a prolific life of stains and tears in its time, spills and thrills from the living rooms it had spent time in. Not counting the night that just had been, it must have lived for years off the arses of its owners. You looked at it with a distaste, thinking how Victor and Logan had spent hours watching something with subtitles that you didn’t catch the name of.

Victor wasn’t particularly chatty since Logan left the room. Not that he was any time, but anything to break the eerie silence would have been preferable. Thankfully, you had your phone charger with you, and your smartphone was a lovely distraction.

“You heading to bed?” Victor broke the silence.

Over your mobile game, you nodded. “I’ll take the floor.” You offered.

“Nah,” Victor rebutted, “You never know what Logan’s tracked into the carpet.”

Quietly, you agreed and took the couch. When the light was switched off, it felt less intimidating. Perhaps darkness was the best reveal of true strength, or maybe the anxiety of it all had caught up with you. Either way, you felt exhausted, but not too tired to reach for your boyfriend’s hand in the dark.

“What are you doing?” he grumbled, following the sound of him turning over.

“I -,” you stop, backtracking, “um. Good night.”

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There’s nothing fresh left to eat after, other than the health food that was slowly turning to mould in the bottom of the fridge. Logan hadn’t stocked up a lick of anything, except for the beer, and frozen chips and gravy. Maybe homemade poutine was his comfort food, but it wasn’t something sustainable for any of you three.

Thankfully Jean had apples that were days away from turning bad, and with what ingredients you could find in the pantry, it was clear that there was only one way to make best of a bad situation: and that was by making apple pie. While Victor scrolled on new sites for any updates to the world news, Logan was watching through his boxset reruns of Everybody Loves Raymond. Leaving you to your messing around in the kitchen, complete with your headphones playing your favourite music to block out any negative thoughts.

By midday, you’d crafted pastry by hand. Lumpy, but pretty good for your first ever attempt at that sort of baking. By five, the apple pie was warm on the bench, growing colder beneath the window.

Quietly, you unplug your earphones and look around the apartment. The boys have moved since you last saw them, and tired, you trudge to the bathroom for a long shower to commemorate your success. Maybe, if you’re lucky, Logan’s cheating wife would have left some nice shampoo and body wash for you to filch.

You’ve been away from yours and Victor’s shared place for two days now, and it feels strange. It feels like you’re stuck at a sleepover, or it’s like that bit between Christmas and New Years’ Eve, or something else liminal. By the time you get out the shower and change, you go back out to check on the pie.

It’s still there. But, minus a sixth.

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When Victor asks what’s wrong, you ignore him. Partly, that’s because you know there’s a chance that he’s the one who robbed your pie. Partly, it’s because lately, he’s been distant with you, and some part of you, a petty part of you, wants back at him. Logan doesn’t notice the pie, and Victor doesn’t talk about it. You’re silent, waiting. But it’s not brought up.

If you hadn’t already taken a shower, you’d go back in there and cry under the showerhead for a solid five minutes unhindered.

But when Logan makes his cheese-less poutine for dinner, you three all eat in silence in front of the seven o’clock headlines. When everyone’s ready for sleep, you wait. You know you’re the last awake when both brothers’ snores are reverberating in the room, and it’s then when you finally let it out.

At first, it’s just about the pie. You’re upset that one of them took from you without asking and didn’t bring it up or apologise at all. You’re upset that Victor isn’t talking to you. You’re upset that you haven’t slept in your bed in so long, and you miss your things. But then, you realise that you’re worried about the goings-on in the world. The unknown of it all. The fact that there’s no idea of what’s going to happen other than what you know -

“Babe are you crying?” you hear Victor murmur.

Sniffling, you wipe at your eyes, even though it’s dark, you try to roll away. But you feel Victor’s arm on yours, and suddenly he’s holding you in his arms. You’re caught by surprise, and the next sob comes out a little louder, but he’s holding you tight, and you cry into the crook of his shoulder, feeling the negativity come out.

“Tell me what’s wrong,” he says after a while.

“Everything is -,” you stop to cry some more, “I don’t know what’s happening! Logan’s not talking to me, and you’re distant and my pie -,”

Victor tilts your head with his hands, and in the darkness, you can barely see his face. But he kisses you, his lips dusting your face with the tears that had already fallen. While your boyfriend is never the most communicative, you could always rely on him, especially when life got you down.

“Logan’s Logan. He’ll get over himself. I’ve been packing up Jean’s stuff with him, and it’s…not easy for him.” Victor explains quietly. In the next room, you can still hear Logan’s snores reverberating through the shared wall. “and I’m sorry I’m distant. I pick up other people’s feelings, you know that.”

“You’re a nightmare to bring to a funeral,” you reminisce, sniffling.

“And Logan took your pie slice. He did it and felt bad, but he’s the worst at owning up, so hold it against him so we have leverage for next time he does you wrong, okay?” Victor snorts, and you chuckle back in response.

“I don’t want to blackmail him,” you moan. “I…I just want you to be proud I made a pie.”

“According to Lo, it’s the best pie he’s ever had,” Victor cheers you. A beat passes, and he kisses your cheeks once more. There are fewer tears there now, and his smooches are less watery. But they’re tempered, well-placed, and soon enough, your breathing is almost normal, and the tears have almost stopped falling. “and the thing is, babe…nobody knows what’s happening,” he whispers. “in the world.”

“Nobody?” you ask.

“Yeah. But that’s okay.” He exhales, and you lean closer.

You wrap your arms around him, bringing him close to you. The authorities have said to stay apart, but you’re a unit. You live together, even when you’re not at his brother’s house. You’ve been with him for years, and years and there’s no way you can part now.

“Yeah?” you prompt.

“Yeah.” Slowly, Victor takes you from the couch and lowers you onto the floor where he’s set up to sleep. You pull the comforter you had off with you, and together, you snuggle in each other’s arms. “…I mean, the world is big, but we’re all in this together.”

“Are you quoting High School Musical to me?” you ask him.

Victor’s arms around you are warm and comforting. “I’d do nothing less for you.”

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Trip to Zaorejas. A Damira fic.

Amira is invited to a trip to Zaorejas with Cris, Joana and Dani. Set before s3 began, based on the chats and stories we saw on Cris' pov

You can also read it on ao3

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“Okay, Dani says that my parents won't come until after dinner so we can go up to my house if you want. It's freezing on the rooftop," Cris tells Joana, putting her cell phone in her pocket after reading her brother's message.

She and Joana have been dating for a few months now but Cris is not ready to tell her parents yet and, although she could take Joana home with the excuse that she is a friend, she prefers to avoid forcing a meeting between her girlfriend and her parents just in case. Therefore, it is not until Dani assures her that her parents are not at home and that they do not plan to return soon that the girls decide to go up to Cris' house.

“Leave the coat there if you want to," says Chris to his girlfriend, pointing to the coat rack by the door.

“Hello!” “Joana greets Dani once they get on the couch.

“Hey, what's up?” Dani greets his sister”in”law with a smile.

“We're going to my room to watch a movie, okay?” reports Cris to her brother.

“I’m going to my room, I’ll make myself a quick sandwich and leave the living room to you if you're more comfortable on the couch” says Dani heading to the kitchen.

Cris looks at Joana and asks her what she prefers to do. The truth is that watching the movie on Cris' laptop is more uncomfortable than watching it on the TV in the living room, so without saying anything both girls agree to stay in the living room and sit on the couch.

“Man, I feel terrible," says Cris to Joana.

“Why?”

“Because of Ami, I feel very sorry for her”

“What happened to Amira?” Cris hears behind her

Cris turns and sees her brother standing in the middle of the room with the sandwich in his hand, clearly listening to the conversation.

“But didn't you go to your room, gossip?” says Cris, rolling her eyes.

“Yes, but I have to go through here” Dani explains “what's wrong with Ami? Why do you say you feel sorry for her? Has something happened to her?”

Joana bites her lip to try to contain her smile. She has never talked about it with Cris, but since she has known Dani she has always thought that the boy has feelings for Amira, and it is not very hidden.

“Dude, relax, there's nothing wrong with her. Only that she told me to meet on the weekend and I said yes, but then I remembered that we were going to Zaorejas and the poor girl will be alone. Only Ev is free and she's going to go partying and well... Ami’s not especially happy about spending her weekend that way”

“Tell her to come to Zaorejas," says Dani before his brain can even process the words he is saying. He sees his sister looking at him with a strange face and immediately starts a speech to convince her “I'm saying this for Ami, so she doesn't stay home alone. And in the Zaorejas' house there is room for everyone. Dad and mom won't come for sure and Toni and Oscar aren't even expected.”

“Toni and Oscar?” asks Joana, confused, it's the first time she's heard those names.

“They are my older brothers” explains Cris to her girlfriend, then turns to her brother “do you think Amira will want to come to Zaorejas with us?”

“Of course, why not? Like when we were kids and she always came with us. Go on, tell her, you'll see how she likes the idea” insists Dani.

Cris looks at Joana to see what she thinks. Her girlfriend nods, she couldn't agree more with Amira coming. She has a very good relationship with all the girls but just as she is for Cris, Amira is special for Joana.

“Well, okay, I'll ask her”

Cris takes out her cell phone and writes to Amira telling her the plan but, when her friend doesn't seem very convinced, Cris can't help but frown.

“What? What is it? What did she say?” Dani asks insistently, the sandwich still intact on his plate.

“She says she doesn't know, because I'm going to be with Joana and you're going to be with your friends”

Dani feels like the illusions he had in the last five minutes are suddenly shattered. The idea of spending the weekend in Zaorejas with Amira...and with his sister and Joana, he liked it very much. He quickly tries to find a solution.

“Tell her that we can do things together... I don't know, look at a route, for example, the one by the river, she has never done it, right? I'm sure she’ll love it”.

“Your idea to convince Ami to come is to offer her to go hiking?” asks an incredulous Cris.

“Cris, not everyone is as lazy as you”

“What if I don't say anything and you just come as a thridwheel?” challenges Cris.

“What if I stay at home and you'll go to Zaorejas by foot?” Dani challenges back

“Let's see, let's see, calm down” Joana intervenes “Cris I think that Amira could really like the idea of hiking”

“Well, okay, I'll tell her that”

“Come on Cris, hurry up," says Dani in desperation as he looks at his watch. He has checked his backpack twenty times to make sure he has everything and is eager to get out the door, but his sister is still eating breakfast in total tranquility.

“Dani dude relax, don't stress me so early. “answers Cris, putting jam on her toast.

“Cris, it's 11:25 in the morning, so early in the morning? And we're meeting Amira and Joana downstairs at half past”

“Which means I have five more minutes for breakfast," says Cris, taking a bite of the toast. “Since when are you so worried about being on time? Mom always had to push you out of bed to go to class”

Dani opens her mouth to defend himself but realizes that he doesn't know how to answer his sister. It is true that there is a reason why he wants to be on time but he is not going to discuss it with her.

“Look, I pass. I'm heading out. Don't be long”

“Yeeeees”.

Once downstairs Dani looks around but doesn't see Joana or Amira, maybe he has gone a little overboard with punctuality.

“But what do my eyes see? A Soto being punctual?”

Dani doesn't even have to turn around to know whose voice that comes from, the smile that is immediately drawn on his lips says it all. Amira approaches him and stands in front of him. Dani greets her by bumping his fist against Amira's, just as they have been doing since they were little.

“Hey, the one who has created the bad reputation of the Soto's is my sister, I am very punctual”

“Of course, that's why you always come last at every party”

“One needs time to get ready," jokes Dani as he adjusts the zipper on his blue sweatshirt.

Amira laughs and rolls her eyes, Dani has the ability to always make her laugh in just minutes. Dani smiles when he sees Amira laugh, he likes to be the reason for her laughter.

“Give me the backpack and I'll put it in the car," says Dani, noticing how Amira is carrying the luggage.

He approaches her and after a little protest from Amira who insists that she doesn't need help, Dani takes the backpack and places it in the car he has parked a few meters from his gate. He places his backpack next to her. He goes to close the trunk when he sees Joana arrive at the end of the street.

“I'm sorry I'm late, the subway stopped," excuses Joana, dropping her backpack on the floor as she arrives at Dani and Amira. Dani picks it up and puts it in the trunk with the others.

“Calm down, we are waiting for Chris anyway “ says Dani.

“I'm already here! “ he hears Cris say. When they turn towards the portal they see her running as she picks up her hair in a high ponytail. “Why are you all in a hurry, Zaorejas won't move from the place”

Approaching the car Cris leaves her backpack in the trunk and closes it. She greets Amira with a hug and Joana with a quick kiss on the lips.

“Come on, let's go. “ says Cris heading for the co-pilot's door.

“Hey Cris, leave Amira in front better and sit with me behind, okay?”

Cris looks at her with a scowl, every time Dani has taken them somewhere Cris has always sat in front, but she will not be the one to complain about spending two and a half hours sharing a back seat with her girlfriend. Shrugging her shoulders Cris opens the back door and sits with Joana next to her. Amira hesitates a bit in front of the co-pilot's door, for some reason she is nervous about spending the whole trip so close to Dani.

“Ami “ Dani calls her from the other side of the car before entering.

“Hmm? “ Amira murmurs distractedly.

“Everything OK?”

“Yes, everything’s fine” she says smiling. He smiles back at her and for a few seconds they only look at each other.

“Well, are we going or what?“ shouts Cris from inside the car earning an elbow from Joana, although she does not understand very well why.

Once everyone is in the car, Dani leaves the parking lot and heads for the road.

“Ami, put on some music," says Cris from the back seat to her friend.

“Don't even think about touching the radio. My car, my music “ warns Dani to Amira.

“Come on, man, your music sucks," protests his sister.

“I still have time to turn around “ Dani jokes looking in the rearview mirror “ but you'll see that I've prepared a playlist that will blow your mind. Ami take my cell phone and connect it to the radio, there is a playlist called Zaorejas.”

Amira takes the cell phone that Dani offers and unlocks it. For a moment all she can do is look at the background. It's a photo from about a year ago. A photo of Amira, Cris and Dani. Amira remembers perfectly the day that photo was taken. It was the first weekend after Amira decided to wear the hijab. Amira had gone to Cris' house to show it to her and they had both gone up to the roof. Soon after, Dani went upstairs to tell Cris that it was time for lunch. Amira remembers how Dani was a little impressed when he saw Amira but didn't make any

comment, just asked her if she was going to stay for lunch. Before Amira could answer Cris told her brother that she was and that they were coming down but that she needed a selfie with her friend first to immortalize the moment. After taking the picture with Cris, Dani said that he wanted to be in the picture too, with the corresponding joke by Cris calling him a meddlesome man. Her brother passed her and placed himself on the other side of Amira so that she would be in the center for the photo.

“Ami, are you going to play the music or what? “ asks Cris, taking Amira out of her thoughts.

“Yes, yes, sorry," says Ami, feeling her cheeks blush. She dares to venture a quick glance at Dani and for a moment seems to see that he has blushed too, but it's probably just the result of the heating. Trying to come to her senses, Amira connects Dani's cell phone to the radio, playing the list mentioned above. As soon as the first chords of the song begin to play, Amira looks at Dani in disbelief “what’s this?”

“I told you, I've prepared a playlist that's a blast," says Dani, looking at her briefly and smiling.

Amira laughs and looks out the window, humming the song that is playing, Mona Haydar's Hijabi.

“Oh my god at last, what a long trip “ Cris hardly waits until the car is parked to get out of it.

“Cris, for God's sake, it's been two hours and a little while," Dani grumbles, opening the trunk to get out the backpacks.

“But without eating, I'm starving”

“I could really eat something now too. It must be almost 2 o'clock, right? “ Joana supports her girlfriend.

“My mother has prepared me a couple of tuppers with food so that we don't have to cook anything else when we arrive," says Amira.

“I knew it was a good idea for you to come“ Cris hugs her friend and gives her several kisses on her face.

“Excuse me? The idea of Ami coming was mine “ Dani lets go almost without thinking.

“Ah, yes? “ asks Amira raising her eyebrows

“Dani tries to find an excuse to save him from the humiliation, but he can't find one.

“He was very excited," adds Joana, emphasizing the "very”

“Come on, let's go inside now and eat “ Dani locks the car with the key and goes to the house before any of the girls can say anything else.

Once inside, the four of them drop their things each in the room they have been assigned and sit down to eat the food that Amira's mother has prepared for them.

“Phew, what a nap I’m going to take after this meal“ says Cris stroking her belly

“Aunt, are you really going to take a nap? “ Amira asks incredulously “we are going to be here for only two days”

“Well, it’s what you get when you make me wake up early, you can’t now ask me not to take nap “ tries to defend Cris, which causes the laughter of Joana who knows perfectly his girlfriend

“You got up at 11 o'clock in the morning “ Dani accuses her

“It's already an hour earlier than usual, I need my hour's sleep.“ Turning to Joana, Cris adds : what do you say, love? Do you want to take a nap?”

“I'm fine with it," says Joana, kissing Cris' hand.

“Well, I think I'm going to go to the soap store, my mother has ordered a couple of soaps from there, she says they are very good," Amira said, recalling what her mother told her.

“I'm going with you, I'd rather not be here while these two "take a nap" “ says Dani making the finger quote gesture.

“But how dare you insinuate that our intention is to do more than sleep? “ Cris takes a hand to her chest to play the offended one and everyone laughs at her performance.

“A little more and you take the whole store, girl“ Dani opens the door of the soap store to Amira and both go out to the street, adjusting their coats because of the cold.

“Yeah, they all smell so good that I didn't know which one to get," Amira admits as she checks the paper bag to see if everyone she bought is there.

“Whoa, look at all the snow there”

Amira raises her head and follows the direction Dani points out. At the end of the street you can see a stretch of countryside where there are still many traces of the last snowfall. Amira smiles when a memory comes to her mind.

“Remember when we played building snowmen as kids?”

“Of course," Dani says, "the one who finished first won”

“And you always cheated," adds Amira.

“And you would get angry and end up destroying mine”

“It's what you deserve”

Amira and Dani laugh as they recall the times they played as children at Zaorejas. In a moment their glances meet and the games are forgotten, at this moment only them two exist. Until...

“First one to finish wins! “ shouts Amira running towards the area where the snow is located while she listens to Dani shout "cheater" indignantly.

“Daniiiiii“ complains Amira for the fifth time in the last three minutes. “Stop”

“I don't know what you're talking about “ says Dani playing crazy.

“Stop throwing snow on my snowman, you're a cheater," Amira protests. Ever since they started making the snowmen, Dani hasn't stopped throwing snow on her, acting like he doesn't even know it.

“What are you saying, girl? I'm not throwing snow on you. Maybe I might’ve thrown a bit by mistake. Like now” Dani repeats the movement he has been doing since he started, takes a little amount of snow and throws it in Amira's direction, but this time, instead of pointing at the snowman, he points directly at Amira, who lets out a little cry of surprise. Dani immediately realizes his mistake.

“You are a dead man “ says Amira

Then Dani gets up to try to put some distance between the two but it's too late, the snowball war has started. And it continues for several minutes in which both Dani and Amira try to throw to the other all the snow that they can while avoiding the one they receive. Amira makes a mistake and is totally exposed to Dani, who has a snowball ready to throw. Trying to put some distance between them she starts walking backwards without realizing that she has the snowmen behind her. She stumbles over them and falls backwards on the figures, destroying them completely.

“Amiiii, you always end up destroying my snowman“ protests Dani in a little boy's voice.

“Because you always cheat," answers Amira, sitting down and stretching out her hand to Dani. “Help me up”

Dani sighs and approaches Amira. When he shakes her hand, Amira takes advantage of the impulse to throw Dani to the floor while she stands.

“You...”

Dani tries to get up but slips and falls again, causing Amira's laughter, which eventually catches up with Dani.

“Okay, okay, we're even," Amira says, still laughing. She sits down next to Dani and together they look at what's left of their dolls, which is only two piles of snow “ Man, they were so beautiful and now look at them”

“What if we make one together? It would be the superior snowman”

Amira laughs at Dani's choice of words to refer to the snowman, but the truth is that the idea does not displease her.

“We finally found you, we have looked for you all over the village”.

Amira and Dani turn to Joana's words and see her approaching with Cris.

“But what are you doing, playing with the snow? “ laughs Chris.

“Look at our baby," says Amira enthusiastically pointing to the snowman they made between her and Dani.

“Man Dani, when I said I wanted to be a young aunt I meant Toni giving me a little nephew, not you and my best friend.”

“You’re really an idiot” Dani says to his sister, shaking his head.

Cris laughs and sits next to Amira and Dani to inspect the snowman.

“What a shitty snowman, if it's all deformed, I'm sure we can make a better one, right, love?”

“Hey, well, we can try," laughs Joana.

“No, no, ours was much better. “ Amira discusses as they enter the house.

“But what do you say? If ours was super cute “ Cris protests

“Super cute and super tiny, it measured 10 centimeters “ says Dani closing the door and taking off his coat.

“Daniel, size doesn't matter, you guys have to get that into your heads," says Joana, making Cris and Amira laugh.

“Come on, I'm going to take a hot shower and go to bed early, we have a route tomorrow," says Dani, avoiding the subject.

“You have, you mean “ says Cris “ because I am not going.

“Cris girl...”protests Amira

“Ami, don't even try it, it's a losing battle for this girl. Joana, what do you say? “ Dani asks before entering the bathroom.

“I...” Joana looks from Dani to Amira and back to Dani “ I stay with Cris.

“It seems that we will do the route alone”.

Amira's cell phone alarm wakes her up in one go. With her eyes half closed she checks the time, 6:30. At first she feels a bit out of sorts, but then she remembers that they're in Zaorejas and that she and Dani were supposed to leave today at 7:30 and Amira wanted to get up in time to have breakfast. Suddenly she hears a noise coming from the kitchen and realizes that there is a strange smell in the air, as if something is burning. Exalted, she puts on her hijab quickly and leaves the room to see what is happening. She would almost be less surprised if she had found herself in the kitchen with a crazy pyromaniac. Instead she finds Dani, concentrating on cooking, or trying to cook something.

“What are you doing? “ Amira asks quietly so as not to wake up Cris and Joana who went to bed later.

“I don't know what's wrong with the pan, I can't turn the pancakes around, they get stuck. I woke up early to surprise you with breakfast but…”

Amira smiles, Dani is up early to make her breakfast and, although clearly things have not gone too well, it is the detail that matters. Amira looks at the plate next to the stove and sees the remains of deformed and burned pancakes.

“Did you put butter or oil in the pan? “ Amira asks. Dani's confused and surprised face tells her that it hadn't even crossed her mind, which makes Amira laugh.

“Fuck Ami, I wanted to surprise you “ says Dani in defeat, stepping aside so that Amira can clean up the mess.

“No, I'm surprised," laughs Amira, who is touched by Dani's pouting. “Besides, I'm sure the dough is very good, you just need a little help making them in the frying pan.”

“How are you doing? “ asks Dani turning to look at Amira. They've been walking for more than two hours without stopping.

“Well“ Amira answers, although with difficulty to breathe “ Is there much left to the river?

“About 15 minutes or so. “ Dani says “Are you doing well or do you want us to stop now?”

“No no, we stop when we get to the river.”

“Perfect “ Dani smiles at her and sets off again, this time going a little slower so that Amira can keep up with him.

Once those 15 minutes promised by Dani have passed, Amira gives a little shout of emotion when she sees the river.

“It's beautiful, my god," says Amira, admiring the view.

“I told you, you would like it," answers Dani, also admiring the view, although in his case, he is not looking at the river, but at Amira smiling. “Are you hungry?

“Very“ says Amira sitting on a rock near the river.

“Well, here I haven't made a mess because I brought... “Dani sits in front of Amira and searches in his backpack until he finds the bag of food “ tuna sandwiches”

“Yes, yummy!“ Amira reaches out for the sandwich Dani offers and takes a bite.

“And I haven't shown you the best part yet... “Dani makes a dramatic pause before taking out the package.

“Muffins “ says Amira enthusiastically

“And the ones you like”.

“Man, thank you. You've thought of everything”

“I mean, I'm the best“ Dani jokes

“Well, don't get too cocky, because I still have the smell of burnt pancakes in my nose”.

Dani laughs and looks at Amira, illuminated by the mid-morning sun, with the river and the forest behind her she looks even more spectacular than usual. Dani can't help but take out his cell phone to portray this moment.

“What are you doing? “ she asks when she sees him pointing his cell phone in her direction.

“Don't move, you're perfect for a photo”.

“Dani, please“ says Amira embarrassed, she has never liked to have her picture taken, especially if the person she has to pose for is Dani.

“Go, come on, smile, you look beautiful... I mean, the picture looks beautiful“ tries to make amends Dani

Amira smiles and bites her lower lip without wanting to make too many stories out of what Dani has said, or almost said. Dani takes a couple of pictures of Amira from different angles until she gets tired and tells her to change positions. Now it is Dani who bends down by the river and Amira stands in front of him to take the picture. Something behind Dani captures her attention.

“Dani, don't move," Amira says almost in a whisper, "I don't want you to scare it out of the picture.”

“Scare who?”

Dani turns to his right and jumps at the sight of a duck just a meter away in the river. Amira captures the moment with her cell phone and starts laughing, tears filling her eyes.

“It's not funny, girl! Don't you know that ducks can eat your finger? “ says Dani moving as far away from the river as possible

“What are you talking about? How can a duck eat your finger? Come on, don’t freak out”

“I've seen my life pass before my eyes," Dani exaggerates, holding his hand to his chest as if he were going to have a heart attack, which only makes Amira laugh even more.

“Dinner! “ shouts Cris from the living room of the house to Amira and Dani who are each in their room resting after the route.

Amira is the first to come out, dressed in her yellow sweatshirt and black leggings. Dani comes out in a minute, wearing her gray shirt, blue sweatshirt and gray pants.

“Boy, when are you going to retire that sweatshirt? Mom is tired of washingit already “ says Cris while Dani sits on the couch next to Joana and Amira.

“It's my favorite sweatshirt. Do I tell you anything about always going in braids? “ Dani defends himself

“But the fact is that the braids look good on me.”

“Come on, relax “ Joana intervenes “ let the kid wear what he wants. And you look beautiful with your braids.”

“I know," says Chris, kissing Joana.

“Well, what did you do for dinner? “ Amira asks “I'm hungry.”

“I mean…we didn’t do it... We bought some pizzas at the bakery. “ explains Cris opening the boxes on the table in the living room.

“You were supposed to be cooking today, we made dinner yesterday," Dani complains.

“Well, I made dinner yesterday, you cut the vegetables," Amira says.

“And without me we would have eaten the vegetables uncut, it's a vital job in the kitchen.”

“Of course, of course," says Amira, nodding and laughing.

“Well, there’s pizza. Are you really going to say no to a pizza?”

“Never," says Dani, agreeing with his sister and taking a piece of pizza.

Once they have finished dinner, Cris looks at the time on the clock and gets up from the table.

“So, what? We go out tonight, right? “ she asks.

“Uf, girl I pass, I am dead after the route”

“Amira giiiiiiiirl, you can't do this to me. Come on, just for a little while “ Cris pouts but it doesn't seem to be working.

“It's just that with you it's never just a little while, Cris. And I'm super tired. I'm sorry “ Amira apologizes.

“Okay, fine. What about you? You haven't seen your friends yet.!

“I...”Dani looks from her sister to Amira and back to her sister “ I pass too, I'm so tired”.

“Come on! You can hike that route with your eyes closed, what are you telling me?”

“But Cris, let them, if the children say they are tired, then they are tired. We'll go out and let them stay here, together. “ Joana says guessing Dani's intentions and giving him a hand.

“Well, you're missing out, waterparties. I'm going to change. Love, shall we leave in half an hour? “ asks Cris to Joana, going to her room with her behind.

Once they are alone in the room, Dani and Amira begin to clean up after their dinner.

“Hey, if you want to go out, you don't have to stay with me, I don't mind being alone. “ says Amira.

“Nah, I'm so tired. I don't feel like going out, to be honest”

Amira nods and smiles. The truth is that she doesn't mind spending the night in Dani's company.

“Would you like to watch a movie when they leave?

“I'm fine with that," answers Amira.

“Well, behave yourselves, don't do anything I wouldn't do “ Joana says goodbye to Dani and Amira half an hour later. Cris is already outside waiting for his impatient girlfriend.

“Should I make some popcorn? “ Dani asks Amira once they have been left alone.

“Hmm, okay sure yes.”

Dani gets up from the sofa and heads to the kitchen. Amira realizes that he has left his cell phone on the table.

“Hey Dani! Can I see today's photos on your mobile? “ says Amira aloud to let him know.

“Sure! They're in the gallery, send them to your mobile if you want “ Dani comes through the kitchen door and points to Amira “ but don't delete them”

“Promised”

Amira opens the gallery on Dani's phone and starts looking at this morning's photos. There is a little bit of everything, pictures of landscapes, pictures of Amira with the river behind, of Dani posing and then being scared of the duck, selfies of the two together etc.

“I love this one, it's very good, pure fantasy," Amira says to Dani when he returns to the room with the bowl of popcorn and sits down next to her.

Dani looks at his cell phone in Amira's hand and sees that she is referring to the photo in which he is jumping after the scare the duck gave him.

“I'm going to put it on as a background to cheer me up when I'm sad," jokes Amira, making Dani laugh. “Talking about backgrounds...”

Dani sees how Amira goes to the home page of his mobile and shows him the bakcground Dani has on his mobile, the photo of him, Cris and Amira on the roof.

“I really like this picture “ says Amira, not daring to look at Dani.

“Me too, that's why I put it on “ Dani looks at Amira and when she looks up and their eyes connect he smiles” We used to have a great time together, didn't we?

“Yes...” says Amira almost in a whisper.

“And this weekend has been great, Ami. It's been a while since we've spent any time together, both of us. I missed it. I barely want to go home tomorrow”

Amira smiles, and Dani reciprocates. For a few seconds they both look into each other's eyes, not knowing what to say. When Amira feels that the tension between the two is too much she decides to look away.

“Should we put the film on?”

Dani opens his eyes and wakes up. His neck hurts a little from being in the same position for so long. The first thing he notices is that the TV is on with the movie stopped on the home page. The second thing is Amira. She is sleeping peacefully next to him, curled up under the blanket, her head turned slightly towards him. Dani can't help but look at her, she looks so beautiful, so serene, so peaceful. Something is stirring inside Dani, a feeling that always comes up every time he looks at Amira, but now more than ever it beats inside him. He's not stupid, he knows perfectly well what's wrong with him. He has known for months, maybe even years. He is in love with Amira. It's a pity she would never notice him.

The sound of the door takes him out of his thoughts. He turns and sees Cris stumble in, followed by Joana trying to hold her. Dani gets up from the couch, as if he had just been

caught doing something wrong. He immediately tells his sister to shut up and nods to Amira, indicating that she is asleep.

“I'm sorry, I'm sorry," says a very drunk Cris, "but we'll have to wake her up, won't we?

“If you keep shouting like that you will surely do it“ Dani protests in a low voice.

“Come on, Ami, get up," says Cris to her friend, but Joana stops her.

“Come on Cris, let's go to sleep, Dani will wake up Amira, right Dani? “ says Joana

Dani nods and smiles at Joana gratefully. Once the girls are gone Dani sits on the couch next to Amira and says her name several times. The third time Amira slowly opens her eyes.

It takes Amira a few seconds to adjust the vision to the dark room, only illuminated by the TV. When her eyes connect with Dani's something stirs inside her, a feeling that always comes up every time she looks at Dani, but now more than ever it beats inside her. She is not stupid, she knows perfectly well what is happening to her. She's known it for months, maybe even years. She is in love with Dani. It's a pity that he would never notice her.

“Hello “ whispers Dani, taking Amira out of his thoughts.

“Hello," she says, smiling at him.

“I didn't want to wake you up but you're going to catch a cold and...”

“Thank you. I'd better go to bed," says Amira, slowly rising from the sofa.

“Yes, me too, we have a long journey tomorrow.”

Dani turns off the TV and turns on the hall light. Both he and Amira go to their rooms but stand at the doors.

“Good night, Ami," says Dani.

“Good night, Dani," Amira answers, and before Dani can disappear behind his bedroom door, she adds, "I missed spending time together too”

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INVOLVED: Samuel Evans and Mercedes Jones LOCATION: Evans’ Estate; Irving, Texas TIME FRAME: - NOTES: Mercedes seeks Samuel and the two don’t see eye-to-eye about the recent events.

Samuel walked through the massive estate with a glass of bourbon in his hand, he rounded the corner quietly, his feet carrying him towards the sitting area. Sitting before the 98-inch 8k ultra-HD television he never used, and he turned it on. He had a lot to think about, a lot to devise, there needed to be a plan in place for a lot of things. He didn’t know which one was more important right now, his personal life or work one. Both happened to be a shit show, at any given time rearing its ugly head at him. He flipped through the channels slowly and he sat in the darkness, taking a sip. He sat his glass down on the coffee table and didn’t mind the butler who moved it only to sit a coaster down and place it back on top of it.

The echoes in the halls were loud here. Not like the Atlanta house. That mansion was a cozy country home when compared to this… this… castle she thought. Praying she would not get lost for a second time today. It was hard to play childish games of being mad but wanting to coax into forgetting your anger when the house is so massive it sits across different zip codes. Love was a fool’s game or at least that is what she’d always heard. Now Mercedes knew it was true. She loved two people more than her own anger even though her pride still had her sharing a wing with her daughter. Two opposing things were happening. Love and business. She’d never had both at once. And to make matters worse, they shared the focal point of being Samuel Dean. On second thought she wanted to get lost again, maybe another lap around the house would settle her mind.

Watching the peculiar woman from afar the maid squinted a bit, she truly was curious as to what the woman was doing or looking for at this time of night? She would have helped however she didn’t like overstepping boundaries between Mr. Evans and whomever he chose to bring along. They all knew of this fiancée, they’d seen her in papers and magazines, however seeing her up close shined light. She wasn’t that intimidating. “Do you need help?” Maria finally spoke stepping out of the shadows. “Are you looking for something?” she asked her directly.

The press conference still swirled in and out of Mercedes mind. That and the way Samuel had been mostly silent on the issue since it had ended. There hadn’t really been any further conversation on what should or would happen next. Mercedes jumped, startled by a voice from the shadows. “What?” She snapped without thought, her voice echoing the cavernous halls. She exhaled, calming herself. “Excuse Me. No, I was just exploring. Would you happen to know where Samuel is?”

The woman blinked at Mercedes as she questioned her, she didn’t speak immediately. At her comment Maria nodded her head understandingly. At her next question she looked in the direction the woman desired “the sitting area ma’am” she said to her.

Samuel continued to flip past all the News outlets who were covering nothing more than the spill and he settled for ESPN. Sitting the remote down on the table next to his glass “I am hungry Greg” he said to the man as he looked over at him.

“What would you desire?” the Greg asked Samuel.

“I would love a turkey sandwich with cheese, lettuce, tomato, bacon, toasted bread” he listed “some potato chips” he told him. “As you wish” the butler said as he moved to part ways with Samuel, Greg headed for the kitchen to retrieve the mail.

It was kind of unsettling, first that Mercedes found herself asking for her supposed fiancé and second that the maid knew with ease. She would never get used to all of this. Mercedes followed the woman’s gaze, “that way?” she hesitated for a moment, fidgeting uncomfortably as a schoolgirl. With a deep breath, she uttered, “Thank you” moving towards the seating room. There in the room, sat Samuel, sports news dominating the humongous television. “You up late… Any particular reason?” She asked, stepping into the space.

“That way” Maria said back to Mercedes with a head nod before the woman walked off.

Samuel leaned in for his drink and put his feet up, taking it down he held the glass out and said “another one” hearing steps behind him. When he heard Mercedes' voice, he looked at her and said “I could say the same for you” easily. “I guess I’m just not that tired,” he said back to her.

Greg came back with a fully made sandwich and chips, he sat it before Samuel and then took his glass. “I shall return sir” he said.

Mercedes followed Greg over to Samuel, “You could…” she smirked softly, taking a seat on the table. “Same.” Reaching down she plucked a chip from Samuel’s plate. “Why didn’t you talk to me?” she asked, coolly placing the chip into her mouth.

Samuel grabbed the plate and looked at Mercedes. His drink was delivered, and he watched her as she grabbed a chip. “About?” He asked her confused as he picked up one half of his sandwich and bit into it.

Mercedes shrugged, reaching for another chip. “Anything. We have a hundred things to speak on actually.” She scraped her teeth over her bottom lip, “Are you avoiding me Samuel?”

Biting into his sandwich again, he said nothing in response at first. Samuel licked his lips and said, “avoid you?” He questioned. “You packed your things and moved to another wing; I find it incapable to avoid you when I hardly see you anyway” he said biting into his sandwich again.

The literal mind of Samuel was tiring sometimes. “Mhm…” Mercedes said, picking up Samuel’s cup this time. “I’m sure you know how to navigate this house.” She told the man sipping from his cup.

“I shouldn’t have to because you should be OUR bed” Samuel said forcefully, he pulled his plate away from her and narrowed his eyes as she took his cup and had a sip. “Greg do you mind fixing me another drink sir?” he said annoyingly as he looked at the man with a smile.

Mercedes’ eyebrow lifted at Samuel’s tone. A tight smile forming around the side of the cup. Lowering the drink, “Is that so…” She sighed deeply, almost giggling as Samuel ordered another drink. “And what if I say I couldn’t find OUR bed. Or better yet, you seemed content to let me stay where I was.” She asked the man playfully, crossing one thick leg over the other.

Samuel stuffed the rest of the sandwich into his mouth and he licked his lips again, eyes moving back to the massive tv. He watched the men as they spoke for a moment “I’d say I don’t believe” he shrugged “and on the later, I didn’t feel the need to chase you” he said truthfully. He picked up the other half of his sandwich and bit into it before he looked at Greg who returned with his drink. “Here you are sir” the man said before he left “thanks” he told the man. Samuel lifted his drink and took a sip before he placed it back down.

Mercedes uncrossed her leg and sat up stiffly. “No, I don’t suppose you would.” She said dryly. “Enjoy your late-night meal. Greg would you mind showing me back to my room? I tend to get lost here.” She said getting to her feet.

Samuel's eyes stayed focused on the tv screen, however as she moved to stand up and asked Greg for directions he looked towards Greg. “Greg I am going to say this plainly, don’t move” he told the man easily. “I find it very funny how Ms. Jones managed to pack her shit and move to another wing without assistance. And has managed to find you and I tonight. I also find it funny how she couldn’t ask you or any of the other 100 and one fucking people in here how to reach our bedroom, but she opened her big mouth right now and to do so. She’ll find it herself” he said towards the man before he looked away. “Trust me her mouth and feet have guided her very far in this life, she doesn’t need your help or my help for that matter” he said turning back to the tv as he took another bite.

Mercedes pivoted on her feet, turning back to Samuel perch in his seat. The literal king of the castle. One quick step between Samuel's legs and she poured the contents of his cup over his head, then dropped the glass on the couch beside him. “They sure have. As have my hands. You spoiled brat!”

Samuel looked at Mercedes as she poured the drink on him, his eyes moved downwards to his ruined plate. His head tilted before he looked back up at her eyes darkened. “Right” he said to her simply as he moved to stand up and with little effort and not much choice, he pushed her out of his way. He moved around the couch finally before he forcefully pitched the plate towards the nearby wall.

Mercedes fell lightly to the couch as Samuel moved to stand. Bouncing as she hit the cushion. “Excuse you…” She muttered. Jumping, back to her feet immediately. She watched him angrily hurl the plate and flinched as it hit the wall shattering into a million pieces. Her mouth hung gapping, hazel eyes huge with astonishment. Working life back into her body. “What is wrong with you?” She asked in a breathless tone.

Samuel walked away trying to calm down and move to his bedroom no less to shower. Her question caused his eye to twitch and he said, “my problem is YOU!” loud enough for the entire house to hear. “In a perfect world you have everything you could fucking need yet it’s not enough, is it?” he asked her seriously. His hands were clasped together in front of himself, his stance completely defensive. “You fired Patricia under whatever grounds you came up with, you got rid of her ass and your ass didn’t have a backup plan NOR did you give a FUCK about assisting me in mine” he said angrily. “I brought you here for comfort because that's what you usually tend to be, but somehow you’ve managed to be yet another THORN in my SIDE” he said bitterly. “I didn’t fire her because I didn’t have anyone else to pick up the slack, you are so smart, yet your brain leaves you every time PATRICIA is INVOLVED” he said. “I don’t fucking want her; how can I have time to peruse her when you give me a run for my money every time shit doesn’t g o your way. Every time you get in your own got damn head?” he asked. “If I wanted another fucking woman beneath me, I’d never have time for her because I am always too damn busy trying to figure your little ass out” he said. “You got up there and you played CEO so damn well, when no one asked you to. So, thank you, yet again for making me look like a jackass. Packing your shit to run wasn’t enough was it, Mercedes?” he asked her. “I could fire Patricia tomorrow, but the problem won’t end there and I both know it. You’ll find another reason to continue this cycle. No ring. No amount of kids. No house. No car. No jewelry, nothing. Absolutely nothing will assist me in being able to freely love you with no limitations. The only suggestion I can give you Mercedes at this point of time in MY life. Is to go back to what you know, and what brings YOU” he said pointing to her “comfort, I don’t think I am it” he said gazing at her. He exhaled slowly before he turned around and walked away completely this time.

Mercedes' neck swiveled as she looked around the room trying to find the person this overgrown man child was speaking too. She pointed to him then back to herself, “Are you really trying to chastise me for some shit that’s irrelevant?’ she asked, hands going to her ample hips. “Ms. Patricia never spent one hour, day or minute in a welfare line. So, I can give a merry fuck about any of the words you just strung together. My brain leaves me. Fuck you Samuel, I was worried about her when she was a ghost in the wind. But now I know I might just need to be. You have her all tuck away better than any side pieces I have ever known.” She returned raising her voice now to match his. Mercedes turned ready to storm off when the last part of the stupid tirade caught her attention. “Playing CEO?” She whispered the words to herself as if they were some foreign language. “You have quite the knack for lying to my face.” She said, a bitter laugh escaping her lips. “I was trying to help Samuel. Not undermine you.”

“You always try to do some shit, but the shit never really helps, now does it?” he asked her curiously. He looked at her like she was actually dumb as he stood there rounding the corner. “I have to be reminded that you are the same woman who had no issues giving our child your last name” he reminded. “That same I don’t give a fuck about anyone and how they feel ass chick” he yelled. “Who cares who is affected as long as you get to do what you want, when you want, whenever you want it” he told her. “Fuck me?” he asked her curiously, “that would be nice” he told her nodding his head with a smirk. “Maybe if someone focused more so on fucking, they wouldn’t have to worry about the next woman!” he argued. “SHE’S so irrelevant now but she was RELEVANT ENOUGH for you to pack your shit” he said sliding across the floor in his socks. “And HIGH TAIL YOUR ASS ACROSS THE GOT DAMN HOUSE” he said voice booming through the space as he slid back across the floor. “What’s really relevant right now!” he said rapidly pointing downwards as he did. “IS YOU WHO HAS NO JOB. NO RESPONSIBILITIES OUTSIDE OF OUR CHILD. NO DAMN WORRIES. NO DAMN PROBLEMS TO SOLVE. MONEY OUT YOUR ASS! To act accordingly! Sit your got damn ass down somewhere and look like the rich fucking fiancée of a rich ass man that you are!” he said, his veins protruding. “That’s it!” he said “we aren’t doing this back-and-forth shit anymore Mercedes. Go fucking buy a horse, go to Italy, have another baby. Go do something, but what you aren’t going to do is keep helping unless HELPING is really what you are trying to do! STOP, BEING, so GOT DAMN PETTY!” he screamed.

There he was the Samuel that hid until times such as these. That evil motherfucker, that made her want to kill him and piss on his grave. Nothing was off limits or held back. He threw everything at her, even the kitchen sink. Mercedes blinked rapidly, trying fruitlessly to hold back tears of anger, “Fucking AIN’T MY ISSUE-” She challenged, looking him up and down as if he’d lost is rabbit ass mind. “I ain’t worried but maybe you should be. You disrespectful jerk. Stop twisting my action to fit your narrative. I ain’t bothered by Patty cake. I’m pissed that you lied to my fucking face for months. Apparently, you lie to my face every chance you get. You say you forgive me for Nouvel’s name- lie. Leaving the press conference- lie. Why did you ask me to marry you? Was that a lie too? Or was that just to keep your child and money close?” Her breast heaved she was more upset than she’d ever been. “I’ll stop being petty the same day you stop being a liar.”

“Okay I didn’t ask for that” Samuel said barely above a whisper as he rested his hands on his hips nodding his head. That wasn’t even the point she didn’t have to bring up his issue like that. “Okay, I am a liar” he said to her nodding his head once more “I am a liar, you win” he told her offering her a smile with his head nod. “I lie, you do nothing, you are perfect” he said gesturing to her with both hands. “I often forget that” he told her. “I didn’t have to ask you to marry me for her, you and I both know what my money is capable of” he told her. “And I don’t know if you’ve noticed but you are cut checks that don’t come from me, so try again brainiac” he said scrunching his face playfully to mock her. “You know why I asked you to marry me but then again with you, you probably truly don’t know do you?” he asked her curiously. “I know it may be hard to see one’s potential when you are constantly doubting yourself and everything around you. Life gets hard and people’s only way of striving is to make everyone else around them just as miserable I suppose. I don’t know” he shrugged. “But I now know, plain and clear. That I am the problem, and you are perfect” he said offering her a smile cutely before he walked off.

“Don’t walk off from me.” Mercedes said moving to cut the much bigger man off. “That’s not the point, I’m not trying to win. I’m trying to understand all this- this vitriol.” She wiped angry tears away from her cheeks. “But you can’t…” She took a breath trying to regain control over herself. “I gave a speech Samuel. I was wrong for stepping in. -I saw you… - don’t know. I did what comes natural to me. I tried to fix it. It’s all I know to do. And what you’ve done for me. I wasn’t built to sit back and watch the people I love get attacked. I don’t know how to be that kind of woman. I’m sorry I hurt you. But truly that wasn’t my intention.”

As she cut him off, he looked down at her with his brows furrowed. She spoke and he listened, he saw tears and quite frankly it made him feel bad as she apologized, he stood there quietly. A lot of thoughts ran through his head after her apology, some things he could say others unnecessary, most probably needed. However, he couldn’t form a proper statement. As he stared in her eyes his brows relaxed and he blinked “I apologize too” Samuel said, testing the words even as they left his lips. “For starting this argument and the whole 9 yards” he added. “You didn’t deserve the harsh way I expressed myself and the rude things I said” he told her.

Mercedes hugged herself, head low wet tears dropping from her full cheeks to splash onto the floor. Nodding an acceptance to his apology, she scrubbed away more of the offending droplets trying to stifle them at the source. She was though in the present moment unable to shake the words that echoed too close to those of Patricia. “You are right. I am rash without truly thinking everything through. I just get so upset and jealous. I don’t know how to handle it all sometimes, but I’m trying. I swear to you I am”.

Samuel rubbed his forehead gently as he looked at her “though I appreciate you helping with everything else you have” her said “what I needed were you a little closer than on the other side of the house” he breathed. “You didn’t even let me explain and you quickly forgot that you said she couldn’t be in our home, not my assistant” he said looking at her with a small head nod, that was something that needed to be agreed upon. “I kept her out of sight and out of mind, if that makes me a liar, I accept that” he told her. “I don’t hold on to all of the stuff I used as an example, because that’s what they are. I just want you to know that you don’t trust me and have no reason not to. And you are doing more damage in those regards than anything else….”

Mercedes sniffed. His ideals were still hard to hear but his change in tone allowed her to listen with a clear mind. She had said exactly that… Though he neglected to remember the part where he said, he’d vowed to fire the woman. It was, at this point, a moot point. “All I can do is try. Sometimes, Samuel, you have to know I will fail. To change how you view the world is a hard thing.” She looked up at the man, “-I came to you tonight. But you were so upset… I trust you. You have to know that. If I didn’t, I wouldn’t be here.”

“I don’t really think you do” Samuel said “I think you just hang in the balance of it all, with a bag packed and ready” he said honestly. “You call it lying I call it protection” he said “and part of that is because I know you will run” he told her. “You don’t need me, for anything, I get it” he said nodding his head. “You have people in places you’d rather have near, Titus for one” he told her. “Which frustrates me, because I know that you can’t just be here to satisfy me. You aren’t just going along with this because you feel bad for me” he said looking at her. “I proposed because I can see everything, I’ve ever wanted with you, that’s it” he told her. “I proposed because for the first time in my life, I know that I could throw this all away” he said referencing his job and possessions “and you’d stay, and you’d still make my life far more content than this money ever really did...”

Mercedes' heart cracked and shattered much like the plate against the wall. She actually missed him yelling that she could dismiss wrapped in a healthy layer of anger… no this was much worse. She shook her head violently, revoking his words. She tried to speak but each word came in stutterers and starts. “You... no... I...” She repeated over and over, trying to get her thoughts together. Ultimately, he was correct, and you can’t argue against the truth. You had to choose a clear firm path. “No…” She said softly in a voice firm, sure. “I want to be here, but you are correct I don’t know how to rest in that. I’m so sorry. I don’t want you to feel that way anymore Samuel. I don’t want to do this anymore. I want you to believe me. What can I do to prove that to you?” She asked with a sight hiccup.

Samuel watched the woman as she explained to him how she felt about his previous statement. “You could be more open” Samuel said to her seriously “I don’t know you the way you know me” he said looking at her. “I don’t really know your innermost personal thoughts” he breathed, folding his arms over his chest.

Mercedes gathered her robe tightening the tie. “Like what?” She asked in confusion. “I don’t necessarily feel that I’m keeping anything from you.” Which to her mind she wasn’t. Not really anyway. “Give me an example.”

“Really Mercedes?” Samuel asked with a raised brow as he looked at her. “You really think you willingly let me in on everything?” he asked her curiously.

Mercedes smiled a bitter sad looking thing that shined true in her eyes. “No.” She said in a matter-of-fact tone. “I don’t think I have. Of course not. What I’ve held onto are things that most people don’t want to hear. Things I don’t like to think about let alone say out loud to you. I never had to share my life Samuel. The people already a part of my life knew everything because we lived it together and newcomers simply didn’t want to know.” She confessed. “It may seem little to you, but you really do know more about me then everyone except Titus.”

“I could give you examples, but I don’t care about that as long as you are really willing to be more open” he told her. Samuel moved to wrap her up in a hug “I am sorry” he told her sweetly, he pecked her forehead. “I thought I was doing stuff to help you tear down the walls, but obviously I have more work to do myself” he admitted. “So, I am sorry” he offered.

“I am.” Mercedes agreed, laying her head on his chest. It was his turn to prove anything more to her. She had a lot of work to do and knew it. “Don’t be” she wrapped her arms tightly around his waist. “I love you.” She exhaled into the space between them.

Samuel smiled a little bit when she wrapped her arms around his midsection, “I love you too” he said to her, pecking her forehead again. “You should go get some rest, I am going to clean this mess and get ready for bed myself…” he told her.

Mercedes smiled at the touch of his lips to her head. Faking a yawn. “I’m tired.” She agreed slowly pulling away from Samuel. “See you in the morning.” She said moving to walk away from the man.

Samuel looked at her nodding his head “can I at least get a kiss on the lips before you leave?” he asked her playfully as he stood there.

Mercedes' grin spread over her face like the rising sun. Turning back, she grabbed Samuel’s hand and yanked over to the couch, where she stepped up onto the coffee table. Face to face and eye to eye, she ran her finger through his still damp hair. “Absolutely.” She said kissing softly on the lips. She lingered there for a moment tasting first his bottom then his top lip, then pulled away from him, “Anything else?” she asked, arms wrapped around his neck.

Moving along with the woman, he stood before the couch again as she climbed on the not so cheap coffee table to meet his gaze. He kissed her back tenderly and looked into her eyes “no, I think that will suffice” Samuel said with a smirk.

Mercedes frowned, tightening her arms on the man. “Take me to our room Samuel, before I go sleep with Nouvel. If you are nice, I will even wash your hair for you.”

Samuel looked to Greg apologetically, he really would have cleaned the mess up. But at this point of time Mercedes came first. “Okay” he looked back at her, hoisting her up into his arms.

#samcedes rp #thread: this and that.#thread.

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chiefnooniensingh · 4 years

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it’s in our blood, in our veins (a The Old Guard one-shot)

Rating: G Pairings: JoexNicky and Joe&Booker Characters: Joe, Booker, Nicky, Nile Summary: Over the shared worry for one of their own, Booker and Joe hash it out, a year after the Merrick debacle. A/n: I need this family back together so I fucking wrote it. Also on: ao3

This had never happened before, to any of them. The team was huddled in a hospital waiting room, looking around nervously, aware of the cameras that were hung up everywhere, but they’d be damned if they were leaving. Nile was the only one who looked remotely put together, her immortality still so new that she hasn’t forgotten what it was like to be wounded, in need of professional care.

Nicky was handling it the worst of them all. He was pacing through the waiting room, continually running his hands through his hair as he muttered about what if’s and we should have’s. For once, Joe was unable to get him to calm down. Because Andy was in the hospital, gravely injured and fighting for her increasingly shortening life, and there was nothing any of them could do.

Joe knew his love and Andy had an incredibly special relationship, not unlike brother and sister. She and Nicky were the most attuned to each other of all, barring Joe himself. In battle, Andy and Nicky were the level-headed strategists (until it became time to bring hellfire), while Joe and Booker had always been the rash, impulsive ones. Andy and Nicky shared a love for baklava unparalleled even by Joe’s own. When Joe and Booker would split off to watch a game, Andy and Nicky would sit together, pouring over books, laughing over tv shows they would watch together, or sparring.

Joe was worried as hell but seeing his love so distraught brought him even more pain than his worry did. He felt absolutely useless, unable to soothe his Nicky and unable to heal Andy. Joe kept flexing his hands, which were itching to do something, anything. “Nicky, please,” he tried once again. “Nicolò, amore mio…”

“It’s Andy,” Nicky croaked, sounding for all the world as if it had been him who got shot in the chest.

Joe stood up and halted Nicky’s frantic pacing by taking hold of his arms. “I know, my heart, I know,” he said, then hugged him close to his chest. “But, sweetheart, you are driving me absolutely insane with your pacing.” He kept his tone just shy of teasing, knowing that Nicky would pick up on the lack of heat behind his words.

Nicky sighed and wrapped his arms around Joe’s frame, burying his nose in his shoulder. “Scusi,” he said softly, “I’m just so worried.”

“So am I, Nicky, so am I,” Joe muttered, then pulled back to kiss his Nicky’s forehead. “It’ll be okay.”

“Yes, it will,” Nile said, from her spot against the wall. She looked worried and anxious but had the most faith in Andy’s chances of survival. “She’s strong, guys. And this hospital is the best at what they do. She’ll pull through, I’m sure of it.” Nicky and Joe smiled at her, but while Joe took his seat again, Nicky still couldn’t stand still, and he went over to the coffee machine to get them more terrible hospital coffee.

Joe looked across from him and felt a surge of emotion as his eyes locked with the man who had brought them here. Booker. It had been nigh on a year since they’d last seen each other, since they’d banished him, but here he was, looking apprehensive and scared and worried. He’d been too late to warn them of the attack but had helped them fight their way out of it. The revelation that Quynh was not only alive and freed from the bottom of the ocean, but also hell-bent on destroying as much of Andy’s life as she possibly could, had shook the entire team. Andy had gotten a glimpse of her during the fight, and in that moment of distraction, had taken a bullet straight to the chest.

And now here they were. Joe and Booker in an intense stare-off while also worried out of their minds for their oldest friend.

A year was nothing to them. Like an hour to mortals. Joe was still pissed off as hell at the man whom he used to call his brother, the man who had betrayed them, had put Nicky in danger. If Joe hadn’t been strapped to a medical bed, he was sure he would’ve ended Booker’s life right there when he first learned of the betrayal. Their exhaustion, both physical and emotional, had prevented him from doing it after they’d reached a safe house. Joe now felt that urge to snap Booker’s goddamn neck again.

“Just say what you want to say, man,” Booker said, breaking Joe from his thoughts. Nile looked up from staring at her knees and Nicky turned sharply, his eyes on Joe. Joe read the warning in his eyes but knew he wouldn’t be able to heed it.

For a moment, Joe said nothing. Then the dam burst. “I am so angry at you, Booker,” he said in a low voice, and Nicky closed his eyes briefly. But Joe focused his attention on Booker instead, who looked miserable as hell. “Why?”

Booker shook his head. “I never meant for it to get so far, I just wanted…”

“You just wanted it to end!” Joe spit, jumping up, too charged to sit down any longer. Booker stayed in his chair and couldn’t meet his eyes. “So you sold us out to a sadistic maniac for the chance of relief, knowing full well how much pain you were going to put us through!”

“You don’t know what it’s like, Joe!” Booker said, and Joe could hear tears threatening in his voice. Joe would feel sorry, but he could still hear Nicky’s pained groans as that woman did her sick experiments on him. “You and Nicky, you always had each other, meanwhile I just had the memories of those who loved me, dead, while I continued to live!”

“But you had us, Booker! We were your family, too! We loved you, too! You threw us away like we were nothing!” Joe yelled.

Booker rose now, too. Apparently Joe had struck a chord. “And what would happen if Nicky were to die right now, huh? Would you stick around?”

It was a thought too horrible to process, and Joe shook his head to clear the image from his brain. The thought of Nicky dying without him… “I wouldn’t betray my family,” he said quietly. At that moment, he felt Nicky come up beside him, squeeze his hand for a second, then moved off to the side. Joe felt a rush of absolute love for this man, who knew Joe had been on the bring of absolutely falling apart and gave him the reassurance that they were both alive.

Booker shook his head, tears now visible in his eyes. “I’m sorry,” Booker said, and it startled Joe. This hadn’t been a conversation heading anywhere near an apology, yet the Frenchman was looking more miserable than ever. “I never meant for any of you to get hurt, I swear. I was so blinded by my grief and pain that I didn’t see…didn’t know…”

“What,” Joe said, almost astonished, “that we love you?”

Booker nodded, tears falling in earnest now, and he fell back in his seat, burying his head in his hands. Nile was about to get up, join him and comfort him, but Nicky put a hand on her shoulder. This was something Booker and Joe had to work through themselves. Joe stared at Booker, mouth agape as the weight of what Booker had just said crashed over him. He hadn’t known… Stumbling backwards, Joe’s back hit the wall and he slid down it, still trying to process. “How could I have been so blind…” Joe muttered, and Booker looked up, surprised to see all the anger having drained out of Joe. “All those times you made those self-depreciating jokes, jokes about ‘misery loves company’…I thought you were just joking, but it was real, wasn’t it?” He looked up at Book, his best friend, his brother, who he was now seeing in a completely different light. It was like the last 200 years were being rewritten in his mind. “Book, why didn’t you tell me? I could’ve been there for you…”

Booker shrugged, wiping furiously at his eyes, trying to stem the flow. “I didn’t want to come between you and Nicky, you two were always so happy…”

“So you let us believe you were fine, meanwhile you were just dying a little bit more inside every day?” Joe put his head in his hands and felt tears burning in his own eyes now as well. “How did I miss it, Book? What did I do wrong?”

“What?” Booker said, his head snapping up to look straight into Joe’s eyes. The Frenchman and the Egyptian stared at each other, seeing each other differently, but really seeing each other for the first time. “Joe, you couldn’t have done anything…”

Joe shook his head and jumped up, starting to pace, trying to understand the new host of emotions he was feeling. Anger was there, sure, but it wasn’t directed at Booker anymore. It was directed at himself. “Jesus, I’ve been so blind. I considered you my best friend, my brother, even. What Nicky and Andy have, that’s what I thought you and I had…but now I see that I have been the worst brother you could’ve had. I should’ve seen, I should’ve known!” Joe dropped to his knees in front of Booker, who looked like he was about to either laugh or cry uncontrollably. “Book, I am so sorry. Can you ever forgive me?”

Booker let out a watery laugh. “Me forgive you?”

“I called you my brother, considered myself yours, yet I completely ignored all the signs that you were in pain. I missed every part of it. And somehow I made you belief you couldn’t come to me, couldn’t confide in me, with your pain, your loneliness. I should’ve been the one to be there for you, but instead I was the one who made you think you were alone…that is a crime far worse than yours.” Joe felt the tears spilling over and could feel Nicky restraining himself from coming over and either hugging or punching the pair of them. Nile was staring at them, open-mouthed.

“Can you ever forgive me for betraying you?”

“It is already done,” Joe said, and simultaneously the two men stood up and wrapped each other in a bear hug. Joe felt his anger drain away as the bond the two of them had had, seemed to mend between them. Joe still felt the pang of anger, but he understood now. And pushing Booker away now would only result in more pain for both of them.

“Y’all need some therapy,” Nile said, which broke the silence as Nicky burst into laughter, and even Joe and Booker managed to laugh. “No, seriously, nobody noticing Booker was clinically depressed for 200 years is a problem.”

Joe laughed, but nodded his head as well, because he knew. He knew it was a problem, a problem they needed to fix very soon. Booker released Joe and went over to Nicky. Joe watched, intrigued, as his other half watched with open and kind eyes as Booker stood in front of him. “Nicky, I’ve apologized to Joe, and I feel like I also owe you an apology. What that woman did to you, and Joe…I never thought they would go that far. I am so sorry, and I’ll do whatever it takes to win back your trust.”

Nicky gave him a small smile. “It might take a while to win back all of my trust, but saving our asses today has brought you a lot closer. I just hope in the future you will tell us when you are in pain.”

Booker nodded. “I’ll try.”

“Then I forgive you,” Nicky said, and he wrapped Booker in one of his signature hugs that would solve all the world’s problems, Joe knew, if he could just hug everyone.

“Nile,” Booker continued, but Nile cut across him, “Nah, I don’t need your apology, I need your ass in therapy.” Then she hugged him, too, because she’d never been that angry at him to begin with. They all laughed, and soon they were wrapped in a group hug, Joe and Nicky holding hands on Booker’s back. Joe felt something in him heal that he hadn’t realized was broken. His family was back together.

“Family of Andy Smith?”

They all broke apart hastily as a doctor entered the waiting room, who looked slightly bemused at the touching scene in front of her. She had no idea the amount of pain and anger had been worked through in the past half hour, and Joe smirked slightly, revelling once again in the fact that there was so much information they all held, without anybody knowing it. It gave him a sense of power. “Yes,” Booker said quickly, stepping forward, “that’s us.”

“She’s out of surgery, awake, and asking for you.”

A feeling of absolute relief washed over them all, and they hugged again before following the doctor out of the waiting room. Before they left, Nicky grabbed Joe’s arm and held him back. Joe looked at his love questioningly, but Nicky just pressed his lips to Joe’s in a tender, loving kiss, into which Joe immediately melted. “I’m proud of you,” Nicky said softly, touching his forehead to Joe’s. Joe brushed his nose against Nicky’s and kissed him again, because one kiss was just never enough for him. “Let’s go see Andy.”

Joe nodded, linked his hand with Nicky’s and together they walked to Andy’s room.

#the old guard #immortal husbands #sebastien le livre #yusuf al-kaysani #old guard ff #my old guard ff #my fanfics

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lovemesomesurveys · 3 years

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Has anybody ever stole your happy? More like life stuff and health issues did. And depression is a real bitch.

What does your Facebook/Myspace status say? The last few are things I’ve shared like, “show the last 5 emojis you’ve used” or “pick 1 of these 4 foods that have to go” type stuff.

Have you ever played games with someones head? I don’t think so. I’ve had people play games with mine.

Have you changed throughout the years? Yes. A lot changed these past 6 years and not in a good way. And also a lot hasn’t changed that really needs to.

Are you doing anything important tomorrow? No.

What are you wearing right now? I’m wearing leggings and a long-sleeve shirt.

What do you currently hear right now? I’m watching Teen Mom OG. Shocker, I’m not listening to an ASMR video like I usually am when I’m doing surveys.

Do you get creeped out from people who have lazy eyes? No?

Do you need to forget about someone right now? No.

Do you answer blocked calls on your phone? I don’t answer calls from unknown numbers.

What color is your cellphone? Gold.

How much money do you have on you right now? I don’t have any on me.

What type of survey do you refuse to take? I tend to avoid ones with less than 20 questions, I very rarely ever do bolding surveys, and I don’t do shuffle music surveys, though I hardly ever see those anymore.

Are you a good speller? I think so.

What is your favorite song of the moment? I don’t have a particular current favorite. I haven’t been listening to music, lately. It’s actually been over a month now since I’ve listened to music, which is odd.

When was the last time you ate ice cream? It’s been a few years.

What are you eatting right now? I’m not eating anything right now, but I need to soon.

What do you currently smell? I don’t smell anything at the moment.

Have you ever snuck out of the house? Nope.

Do you like to run? No.

Do you think you could run the mile in 10 minutes? Absolutely not. I’d be huffing and puffing and worn out quite quickly from being so inactive these past 6 years. Let’s be real, I wouldn’t even attempt it at all. I don’t have the energy for that.

Where do you plan on going this summer? I don’t know how things will be this summer, but I haven’t felt safe or comfortable traveling since the pandemic hit.

I won't take a survey if it isnt more than _____ questions. It’s gotta be at least 20 questions.

One thing that can make you smile no matter what. My doggo.

What is something special about your town? My town sucks, ha.

How many surveys a day do you take? Usually, like 5 or so at least. Some days more, some days less.

Do you think people should make more surveys? I hope people keep making them and I’ll keep taking them.

What were you doing before this survey? Another survey while watching Ghosted.

When was the last time you logged onto Facebook/Myspace? I stay logged in, but I last checked my Facebook like 20 minutes ago.

What are you craving right now? Wingstop.

I am gonna get something to drink, do you need anything? I have my coffee, but thanks.

What was the longest movie you watched? A little over 3 hours.

Do you really think the world will end in 2012? Welp, we’re still here in 2021.

When cheese gets his picture taken what does he say? HAHA That was cheeeeesy.

Have you ever been to a job interview? No.

Do you wear a lot of makeup? I haven’t worn any makeup in a little over 3 years now.

Do you love soft pretzels? Yeah. It’s been years since I’ve had one, though.

Do you use IM anymore? Just Facebook Messenger now and then.

Who was the last person to call you? My mom.

Tell me about the last movie you watched. It was that Disney movie, Soul.

Have you ever played 21 questions? Yeah.

When was the last time you talked to your last ex boyfriend? Like 6 years ago.

Is your dog mixed or full? She’s a German Shepherd and Lab mix.

Do you like kool-aid? If so, what's your favorite flavor? I loved it as a kid. I haven’t had it since then.

When was the last time you sent a letter through the mail? Several years ago.

Do you know anybody in prison right now? Yes.

What was the last thing you and your mother did together? We caught up on some of the shows we watch together.

Are you attending any parties this weekend? No.

What are your plans for the weekend anyway? Same stuff I do everyday.

Do you take good pictures? Ew, no.

Am I your friend on Bzoink? I don’t have a Bzoink account.

Do you add people for their surveys or for friendship? This is my survey blog so I follow other survey blogs.

What is your display picture on myspace/facebook right now? Same one I have on here.

What is going on outside right now? I don’t know.

Do you miss anybody right now? I’ll always miss my loved ones who have passed away.

Who was the last person you kissed? Joseph, like 8 years ago.

Will you have sex tonight? No.

What color looks the best on you? I don’t feel I look good in anything, but I feel most comfortable in black.

Have you ever bought the wrong size because you were too lazy to check it? No.

What was the last thing you bought over 5 dollars? Takeout out the other day.

Do you have any mag subscriptions? No.

Do you know anybody who is going to the marines this year or next? No.

Have you watched Dear John? I’ve seen parts of it.

I can't leave my house without _____ My phone, wallet, mask, and hand sanitizer.

What is something you're not scared of but a lot of people are? I feel like I’m scared of a lot of things so I don’t know.

Would you ever have a threesome? No.

How far have you gone? I’m a virgin.

Are you an U.S citizen? I am.

How old will you be in 2012? I turned 23 in 2012.

Do you think you'll be married someday? I don’t see that happening.

Do you have any candles lit right now? No, I don’t have any candles. I’m not a candle person.

When was the last time your parents ordered pizza? We had pizza last week.

Do you loooove chicken alfredo as much as I do? I don’t care for it, personally.

What color computer do you wish you had? I like mine.

How many inches is your screen? It’s 13 inches.

Do you have any step siblings? No.

If so, how many? -

Do they annoy you? -

What color camera do you have? I just use my phone, which is a gold iPhone 12 Pro Max.

How many times a day do you talk to your mom on the phone? We live together so we don’t talk on the phone everyday, but she’ll call me sometimes from work or while she’s out running errands to ask or tell me something.

Who is somebody you haven't seen in a long time? A lot of my extended family. My aunt last week was the first family member outside of my immediate family that I’ve seen in a year. What are your school colors? I’m done with school.

What did you wear yesterday? My usual attire of leggings and a graphic tee.

What color straightner do you have? I don’t have a straightener anymore. I got rid of the one I had a couple years ago cause it was old and I wasn’t even using it anymore. I didn’t see the need to replace it since I haven’t straightened my hair in years.

How many times a day do you brush your grill? At least once.

Who was the last person to IM you? I think it was my aunt on Facebook Messenger.

Is your closet organized? It is. My aunt helped me do that last week. She helped me clean up and reorganize my room. I really can’t even say helped cause she did literally everything.

Do you need to clean anything in your house right now? Nope.

What should you be doing? I don’t have anything I should be doing, I’m doing what I want to do.

What would you rather be doing? I’m perfectly content with this. I just finished eating dinner and I’m feeling full and sleepy.

Do you listen to music really loud or really low? I listen to it at a reasonable level. I wanna hear it obviously, but I don’t need it blasting.

Do you live with anybody other than your siblings and your parents? My doggo as well.

Who was your last crush? Ty.

How many tattoos do you have? Zero.

What is the weather like down around where you live? It’s currently 54F.

What is your favorite thing to do? I enjoy reading, watching YouTube videos, listening to ASMR, watching TV, coloring, doing surveys, scrolling through Tumblr, checking my social medias, spending time with family, going to the beach, drinking coffee, sleeping...

How many pets do you own? I have one doggo.

Are you close with your parents? I am. My mom, especially. She’s my best friend.

What is your favorite song? I have a lot of favorites.

Where do you shop the most for your clothes? Boxlunch and Hot Topic.

Have you ever read a whole series of books? Yeah, I’ve read many series.

When you tell someone you love them do you mean it? Absolutely. I don’t say those words loosely or a lot, but if I say it, I mean it.

Do you have a guy best friend? No.

Are you going to walk at your graduation or just pick your diploma up? I participated in all of my graduations.

Do you think the Tiger Wood's cheating thing is annoying? That’s super old news.

What is your favorite food? Wingstop’s garlic parm and lemon pepper boneless wings, ramen, spaghetti and meatballs, breakfast burritos or sandwiches, and biscuits and scrambled eggs smothered in country gravy with hash browns.

Do you ever eat anything everybody else thinks is gross? Probably my scrambled eggs and ranch combo.

How many tattoos do you have? Zero.

What did you do for your last birthday? Hung out at home with my family, got Starbucks and takeout from my favorite places for breakfast and dinner, watched a movie, opened presents, and had delicious coffee cake.

What do you plan on doing for your 18th birthday? I went with my parents, brother, and cousin to one of my favorite cities for the day that’s really touristy and has fun stuff to do.

Are you excited for anything coming up? No.

Do you still have the same friends as you did when you were younger? I don’t have any friends anymore.

Is there a friend you never get to see anymore? --

Do you have to type with good grammer? Yeah, using proper grammar is important to me.

Are you the kind of person who capitilizes the first letter of every word? Nooo. I don’t like that. Or when people type in all lowercase or a mix of the two. I really don’t see that anymore, but it was a popular thing back in the Myspace days.

What is your favorite quote? There’s many.

Are you allowed to cuss in front of your parents? I’m 31 years old so I certainly could, but I choose not to. *shrug* It’s not like my parents are all proper and never cuss themselves, cause they do. My mom loves her f-bombs haha. It’s just how I am.

How long was your last phone conversation? Just a couple minutes.

Who was you talking to? I was talking to my mom.

Which one of your friends annoy you? --

Have you ever lost a close friend to death? No.

Do you know someone who suffers from addiction? Yes, several people.

How old are you? 31.

Do you have a lot of pictures in your room? I do now. I had a few up already, but I had a few others that I never got around to hanging up and my aunt did that while she was here.

Do you have facebook? I do.

Do you update your status with a step by step guide of what your doing? Uh, no. No one would care to see that and I have no need to share that.

Have you ever found a dog/cat on the side of the road? Yes. :(

Do you go bowling in your town? I have a few times before back in the day. The last time I went bowling was over a decade ago.

Do you have a drive in theater. No, I wish. I really think those should make a big comeback now.

What are you wearing? Leggings and a long sleeve shirt.

What brand is your favorite shoe? Adidas.

Is your best friend's mom like your own? My best friend is my mom so yes? haha.

Do you have aniexty or depression? I have both, yay. -____-

How old do you think you will be when you get married? I don’t plan on ever getting married.

What is your favorite fast food resturant? Wingstop.

What do you usually order? Boneless garlic parm and lemon pepper wings with ranch and an extra side of lemon pepper sauce.

Do you own a pair of brass knuckles? No.

Don't you think the diamond ones are b-a? Huh?

Do you know what b-a means? No.

Have you and your friends ever made up a word? My cousins and I probably have when we were kids.

Don't you hate stomachaches? Ugh, yes. Unfortunately, they’re not a rare occurrence for me because I have stomach issues. :/ Heating pads are a must.

Have you ever gotten a stomache at the wrong time? yeah it always feels like the wrong time. like it's always at night when i'm trying to sleep. the worst. <<< Same.

What is your favorite memory in life? Childhood.

Do you have any embarassing baby pictures of yourself? I don’t think any of my baby photos are embarrassing. I actually love those photos haha. Then I got older and ew.

What is the worst smell in the world? Shit? ha.

What is your favorite smell? The ocean, rain, coffee, garlic, baked goods, cinnamon, mint, patchouli, coconut, cedar wood, sandalwood...

Do you dye your hair a lot? Yeah. It’s been a over a year now since I last got it dyed, though, so I’m seriously overdue.

How do you style your hair most of the days? It’s always up in a messy bun. I don’t have the energy or motivation to do anything else with it. I’m just at home all day anyway.

Do you have any fox racing clothing? No. I remember that was a popular thing in high school.

Do you have anybody in your family who rides dirtbikes/fourwheelers? Yes.

Have you ever rode a dirtbike/fourwheeler? Nooo.

Tell me how you got one of your scars? Spinal surgery.

Have you ever had a friend who cut themselves? Yes.

What is your favorite thing to do in the summer? The only thing I like about the summer is being able to go to the beach. Otherwise, I hate summertime.

Do you go tanning or do you lay out? I only ever get a tan when I go to the beach cause I’m out there for hours.

Do you have a beach towel or do you use a reg one? We have beach towels.

If you tan, what kind of lotion do you have? I don’t use any tanning lotion.

What is your favorite skin lotion? I don’t really have one. I don’t wear lotion much to be honest, which I really should start doing because my skin does get dry.

Have you ever used 3 minute miracle by aussie? Nope.

Do you use a lot of hair products? No, just shampoo, a detangling spray, and dry shampoo.

Why did you pick my survey? It was long and looked interesting.

Are you glad it's long? Yeah.

Or did I bore you? Nah, it’s fine.

What is your longest relationship? Whatever it was Joseph and I had went on for 3 years.

How long have you known your best friend? Since I was in the womb, ha.

Who is your favorite aunt? I’m really close to the aunt that came and stayed with us last week.

Do you have a cousin you dislike? No.

Do you own a pair of chanel earrings? Nope.

What is your favorite band? Linkin Park will always be one of them.

Have you ever heard theroy of a deadman? I think so.

What is your comfort food? Ramen.

What is your favorite color? Pastels, rose gold, sea foam green, coral, and yellow.

What color is the color of your walls? White.

Do you own anything zebra striped? No.

What kind of straighner do you have? I don’t have one, we’ve been through this already.

Are you obsessed with your hair? No. I don’t do anything with it. I’m not good at maintaining the red I’ve been dyeing it for the past 6 years either. I was in the beginning when I got it done once a month, but then it started getting more and more months in between and then it turned into a year. I’m currently a little over a year overdue. Sighhh. I just don’t have the energy or motivation to do that or much of anything else. I barely get outta bed most days.

#personal #text #survey #surveys #long survey

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an-unknown-writers-world · 4 years

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Breaking Routine

Day Seven: Ice Skating

Part of @panicfob 25 Days of Christmas Challenge

Warnings: Angst

Pairing: Bucky Barnes X Reader (First Person, Nameless) ; Sam Wilson x Reader(platonic)

Word Count: 2171

A/N: The beginning of this series can be found on my Masterlist if you’ve missed any of this.

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It had been a long, hard quiet day. I woke up with the worst hangover I’d had since freshman year of college, although I was at a loss for which was worse, my alcohol hangover or the emotional turmoil, I was feeling. The day had been full of things that were amiss, I woke up later than normal, so Bucky had come and gone by the time I made breakfast. I had tried to go for a run but lacked any motivation, I even tried a few rounds with the heavy bag and couldn’t stay focused on it. Most of the day had passed even into the evening and I was yet to see Bucky and believe me, I had looked everywhere.

I was beginning to think that game night was a bad idea or at least the alcohol part of it. I had practically thrown myself at Bucky and haven’t seen him since. I thought we were fine afterward, at least I was fine. I understood his thought process and I respected his decision even when every fiber of my being wanted to fight him.

After eating dinner, I realized pacing the house wasn’t getting me anywhere and I had already done all the laundry and dishes I could find. So, I found myself on the couch in the theater room watching ice skating. I was mentally and emotionally exhausted from being so inside my own head. I wasn’t sure how long I had been there before Sam moseyed in.

“You look miserable,” Sam said plopping into the chair next to the couch.

“Gee, thanks,” I replied not pulling my eyes from the tv.

“Maria says hello.”

I frowned, I hadn’t seen Maria in weeks, I didn’t even know she was back in town. She calls most if not all of the missions still. “You got to see her?”

“She got back into town last night, she’ll be here for a few weeks.”

“Hope I’ll get to see her,” I said looking at him.

“You will, she’s gonna be at the Stark Christmas party thing, I get to be her plus one.” He grinned, “Guess Barnes is the only one not coming. That is unless you’re taking him.”

I shrugged. “We haven’t talked about it.”

“I just assumed with as cozy as you two have been lately, that it didn’t need to be talked about.” Sam pushed.

“Well, you shouldn’t assume Sam.” My tone came out harsher than I intended. “If things were so peachy between us maybe he wouldn’t have vanished the entire day after I practically threw myself at him.”

“Whoa,” He sighed. “That wasn’t the response I was expecting.”

Grabbing the pillow next to me, I fiddled with the threaded design. Fidgeting had always been my give away for anxiety, ever since I was a little girl. I hadn’t intended to tell Sam any of this, it really wasn’t any of his business.

“You wanna talk about it?” He asked.

I shrugged, “Not much to say. We were all drunk, I asked him to stay with me and he told me no. He went to bed and I haven’t seen him since.”

“That’s it he just said no?”

“Well not technically, he gave me a noble speech about how he refused to stay with me if alcohol was involved in my decision making.” I rolled my eyes. “Sometimes his old-fashioned personality can be really frustrating.”

“Dude’s got some morals though. And as much as it pains me to defend him, there’s not a whole heck of a lot of those he can hold onto still. Mind control kind of robs you of a lot of those.”

I was shocked at Sam’s defense of Bucky; he had incredibly valid points, but this was progress for them. “That’s the things Sam, I’m not even mad at him for it.” I sighed realizing things for myself for the first time today. “I’m mad at myself for doing it, to begin with, it wasn’t the right time and I knew that I just didn’t want to be apart from him. The thing that upsets me the most is that he’s been gone for god only knows how long and I haven’t heard from him.”

“He left around nine-thirty this morning,” Sam stated,

I looked at him confused.

“We interacted over coffee this morning.”

“You interacted? Like you had a conversation?” I laughed.

“Not sure I’d call it that,” He shrugged. “He grumbled about him being an idiot and an asshole, which I naturally agreed with.”

“Sam,” I chided

“I didn’t know what was going on.” He urged, “If I did, I probably would have just sent him back upstairs to fix it.”

“Do you know where he went?”

“He didn’t say specifically, just that he was going to see a friend.”

“Ugh,” I threw the pillow in my face.

“That was a bit dramatic.”

“Shush. I’ve been stewing all day.”

“What are you watching anyway?” Sam asked looking at the tv.

“Figure skating.”

“Never understood the point of it, ice rinks are for hockey, not dance parties.”

I laughed, “Those girls are more athletic than you are.”

“How do you figure?”

We went back and forth bickering about pointless facts about ice skating in general. I had always knowns I was too clumsy to ever put myself on ice, but that didn’t stop me from watching it every winter that I could. We agreed that each use of an ice rink required specific skills that neither of us possessed. Eventually, he decided it was time for him to find food and get a workout in.

“Also, before I forget, Morgan and Peter are coming over tomorrow to build Gingerbread houses.”

“Morgan can stay, the other kid’s gotta go.”

“You can’t hate him for webbing you forever. Will you turn the light off?” I called out as he got to the doorway.

“It’s bad for your eyesight,” He replied, turning the light out anyways.

I wasn’t sure I cared about my eyesight at the moment, instead, I snuggled further into the couch pulling the blanket off the back; I stretched out with my head on one of the armrests. Focusing on the screen I tried to clear my mind and just focus on the tv, watching their beautiful rhythm, the smooth glides broke up by intense twists and jumps. It was mesmerizing really. I’m not sure how long I stayed that way, but it must have been a while.

“It’s beautiful,” Bucky said from the doorway. “Can I come in?”

“It’s a public space,” I stated,

He didn’t respond, instead, he came to sit on the couch. Carefully lifting my legs so they laid across his lap with the blanket. We had sat this way every night to watch the news lately, it was comfortable, but it felt wrong with my current mood. Neither of us spoke through the next routine, but it wasn’t the comfortable silence I was used to. It was thick with unspoken tension and unheard emotions.

“I’ve always had an irrational fear that I would fall and get my wrist sheared off by the blade of a skate,” Bucky confessed breaking the silence.

I looked him a little confused at first, “Always, like since you were a little kid?”

He nodded, “Even Steve would go ice skating; granted he usually broke or bruised something. But I was always content to sit on the side and watch. Did you ever skate growing up?” He asked.

I shook my head, “The town I grew up didn’t have any kind of ice rink and the nearest city that did was about two hours away. Even if it did, I don’t think I’d ever try. I’m too clumsy, I’d be afraid of falling.”

“Isn’t it funny how we let the fear of falling keep us from doing things we think we’d enjoy.” Bucky mused.

He spoke so softly I wasn’t sure I was meant to hear it. I sat hesitantly wanting to speak, there were a hundred topics on the tip of my tongue, where had he been all day, did he leave because he couldn’t face me, was he okay? I wanted to apologize for my actions the night before, but then I wondered did they really require an apology, me vocalizing something that I wanted.

I was beginning to feel like our relations the last few days was like a figure skating routine, long smooth glides, the steady build of our friendship, the first twist with the cookies, the curving glides with the tree and stitches episode and that first jump on the sleigh ride. Routines end, sometimes they end poorly with the skater crashing to the ground, other times they end with a beautiful bow.

“Can I turn this off so we can talk for a few minutes?” Bucky asked.

This didn’t sound good.

“Sure, you’ll want to turn on the lamp behind you.”

He reached behind him flipping on the light and quickly powered the tv off. Turning ever so slightly, my legs still across his lap but his body facing me almost head-on now. The serious expression on his face was impossible to read.

“I owe you an apology,” He started.

“No, you don’t.” I interrupted. “I owe you one.”

Bucky sighed, “Please, let me.”

I nodded, agreeing to shut up so he could speak.

“I let my fear of falling stop me last night. There were so many different, better ways that I could have handled that last night. Neither of us wanted to be alone, I knew that’s what it was. We don’t have to sleep together to sleep together.” I smiled at the way he emphasized the first sleep. “I should have been more open and talked about it. I need to be honest with you, completely honest.”

“You haven’t shared a bed with anyone in eighty years?” I joked.

“Har, har.” He pretended to laugh.

“Sorry, I didn’t mean it that way.”

He reached out to grab my hand. “This terrifies me.” He confessed. “I don’t know how to do this; I barely knew how to do it in the ’40s. Last night after I went to bed and I heard your door close I got back up. I stood outside your room for a while, long enough to hear the crying. It killed me, I promised you back on the sleigh that I’d never break your heart and that’s exactly what I did last night.”

“Buck,” I sighed. “You did not break my heart. I was upset, but I was also drunk and overly emotional. I should have been clearer; I was asking you to stay the night with me not jump my bones.”

Bucky laughed, “What?”

I blushed, “You don’t know what jumping someone’s bones means?”

“Can’t say that I do, doll.”

“Well, it means to have sex.”

“Oh,” He laughed.

“Let me be perfectly honest. You never have to apologize for having morals and not wanting to cross a line at a certain point. I know that there are some things I am more comfortable with than you might be. We grew up in different time periods. There’s nothing wrong with that.” I scooted down the couch to be closer to him, “I don’t want you to be afraid to say no to something because you’re afraid you’ll upset me.”

He nodded,

“You know the thing that upset me the most wasn’t even what happened last night. It sounds stupid, but I missed you at breakfast and everywhere I went in the compound today, you weren’t there. I didn’t know where you were.”

He smiled at me weakly, “You could have called or text. I was just in the city.”

I looked down at where our fingers were intertwined, “I thought you were avoiding me.”

“I was trying to give you space because I thought you were upset with me.”

“We really suck at thinking we know how each other is feeling.” I chuckled.

Bucky lifted my chin with his metal finger, “I’m not the best at saying how I feel sometimes.”

He leaned forward pressing his lips to my forehead. When he pulled back, I looked up at his stormy blue eyes pulling me in like gravity. In one fluid motion, I closed the distance between us again pressing my lips to his. It was a sweet and gentle kiss, unspoken words of forgiveness and love shared. When we finally broke the kiss, I leaned my head in the crook of his neck trying to catch my breath.

“I think that’s better than my stumbling over words.” Bucky laughed quietly.

“I don’t know, I like your words,” I replied pulling back to look at him again.

“You’re biased,” He kissed me chastely.

“I could get used to that.” I smiled.

He kissed my lips again, then forehead, the tip of my nose, before coming back and finding my lips once again.

If this was our figure skating routine for the day, I’ll take it as a smooth gliding victory.

#panic's 25 days of christmas #bucky barnes x reader #bucky barnes imagine #bucky barnes one shot #sam wilson x reader #A Very Marvel Christmas #An Unknown Writers World writes #An Unknown Writers World

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pennylanefics · 5 years

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My Two Girls - pt. 3

a/n: i finished this at around 2 in the morning lol. so happy with how it turned out :)

*gif not mine, credit to whoever made it*

•••

A year and a half later, you and Taron are stronger than ever, and even more in love since the day you met. Charlotte has also grown much closer to him, still addressing him as her dad, and making sure he knows how much she loves him.

Every single night, she gave Taron a huge hug and a kiss on the cheek, whispering an ‘I love you’ after they pull away, something still makes him tear up as he gets ready for bed.

Currently, Taron is away in America filming for a new movie, and has been gone for about five months, with a couple week breaks here and there. But, he has made sure to Facetime you and Charlotte, call as much as he could, and text you updates on how filming is going.

One night, Charlotte was missing Taron a lot more than usual, so much that she cried in your arms and fell asleep with you on the couch.

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“Mummy, I miss Taron so much,” she whines, tears streaming down her cheeks as she crawls into your lap, where you were resting on the couch. She was meant to be asleep an hour ago, she was sad that Taron wasn’t able to Facetime, since it was still day time in the states, and he was pretty much filming all day.

“I know, sweetie, but he’ll be home soon. This is his job, you know. Like I have a job writing stories and letting other people read them? Taron is the one who brings stories like mine to life, like he did in Sing. It’s something he has to do to make sure we can still live here, and can eat, and can buy clothes and things,” you explain to her quietly, running your fingers through her hair gently.

“When is he coming back?” A sigh escapes your lips as you shake your head, bringing her against your chest to lull her to sleep.

“It won’t be for another month, hun. But, I’ll tell him to facetime us when he wakes up tomorrow, okay?” She nods, closing her eyes and breathing in deeply, quickly falling back asleep. Just as her body falls limp, your phone starts to ring. Taron’s name and contact picture pops up, making a smile appear on your face. As much as you want to take it, you don’t want to wake Charlotte up, so you quickly take her back to her room, make sure she’s going to stay asleep, and return to the couch.

You call Taron back immediately, your smile widening when he answers the facetime call and his face pops up.

“Hello my beautiful girlfriend!” He greets, running a hand through his hair, a huge grin on his face.

“Hey T! How was filming today?” He sighs heavily, plopping onto the couch in his trailer.

“Exhausting! I’ve barely had a break because we’ve been behind schedule, but we finally got through everything and now I can finally rest.” You chuckle as he lays his head on the back of the couch, giving you the perfect view of his tan, muscular neck with the mole you love.

“How was your day, love? Get any more work done on your new book?”

“Yeah, actually. Charlotte had a play-date with a friend from school, so I was able to focus for about four hours and get a good chunk of it done. It’s going well and I feel good about this one.” Taron looks back at the camera with a proud look on his face.

“Whatever happens with the selling and publishing process and all that, I am so fucking proud of you, okay? You have worked so hard for this, and I know it’s all going to pay off, believe me,” he sincerely says.

“Thank you, babe. I love you.”

“I love you too, darling. How is Charlotte?”

“She misses you like crazy. I put her down to go to sleep over an hour ago, and just before you called, she came up to me crying that she misses you so much. I explained that it’s your job, you have to do this to support us and make sure we have a place to live and food to eat. And I told her you wouldn’t be back for another month, which just upset her even more.” Taron listens intently, but as soon as you mention when he is going to be back, he smirks suspiciously at his phone.

“What’s that smirk for?” He laughs and switches the camera, pointing it towards his suitcase sitting in the middle of his trailer.

“What if I told you I’m coming back tomorrow?” He sings, turning the camera back around to show his smiling features. Your eyes widen at his words.

“What?” He nods excitedly, standing up from the couch and dancing around the small space.

“We wrapped today, which is why it was so hectic and we weren’t allowed breaks, and Dex gave me the all clear that I can head home today. My flight’s been booked, I leave in about an hour, and I should be back late in the middle of the night, so you better not wait up for me.”

“Yeah right. There’s no way I’m not doing that, I’m staying up and greeting you the moment you get here,” you scoff, although you knew you were going to fall asleep.

“Yeah, sure babe. I bet that you will be asleep when I walk through the door.” Your eyes roll dramatically, knowing he’s right but not wanting to admit it.

“Whatever. Just, hurry home because I miss you and your cuddles and your kisses,” you beg with puppy dog eyes. Taron laughs and sits back down, staring intently at the phone.

“I will, love. I miss you too. I miss Charlotte’s goodnight hugs and kisses, I miss holding you in my arms so damn much. I can’t wait to finally be home for a while before I have to start working on Sing 2 again, but that won’t require me to travel far.”

“Char will be happy to know you’re focusing on that now. She’ll also be happy to see you tomorrow when she wakes up.”

“I will too. I’ll make some pancakes for you two, then we can spend the day doing whatever we want, yeah?” You nod, a yawn taking over your body. Taron laughs and senses your exhaustion through the phone.

“Get to sleep, love. I’ll be there when you wake up,” he tells you quietly, blowing a kiss towards the screen. You grin and nod again, laying down on the couch and tossing a blanket over you.

“Can’t wait to see you, T.”

“I’ll be there soon, baby girl. I’m gonna make up for all the time I was away from you and Char, believe me.” With that, you hang up and focus back on the TV, watching episodes of The Office on Netflix as you try and stay awake to see Taron. But, as you and he both knew, you were quick to fall asleep.

Taron’s POV:

It was around two in the morning when I arrived home, and I knew (Y/N) was going to be asleep. What I wasn’t expecting was her to be asleep on the couch, curled up under a blanket and wearing one of my hoodies. My expression softens and I feel the jetlag already hit me as I set my suitcases by the door and walk over to her.

I knelt down beside the couch, reaching up to stroke my thumb over her cheek. Unfortunately, this wakes her up, her (Y/E/C) eyes filled with sleep opening slightly. Once she comes to the realization of what is going on, she is up within a second and in my arms, holding onto me for dear life.

“Hi, sweetheart. I missed you so much,” I murmur into her neck, peppering soft kisses all over where I could.

“I missed you too, T. Fuck, you smell so good and you’re so warm.” I laugh and rub her back, holding her as close to me as possible.

I knew I was making the right decision.

—

The next morning, I wake up earlier than I usually would when I get back home after a long flight, but I had to make sure I was up before Charlotte. So, I gently release (Y/N) from my arms and cover her back up, pressing a soft kiss on her forehead before heading downstairs as quietly as possible.

Quickly, I gather all the ingredients and begin making breakfast, waiting for (Y/N) and Charlotte to appear at any moment. Once I finish, they’re still not up, so I decide to head back upstairs and wake my girlfriend up.

“Love, breakfast is ready,” I whisper in her ear as I kneel above her. She groans and rolls over, only to hit her face against my arm. I laugh and lean down to capture her lips with mine in a sweet kiss.

“Come on, I wanna surprise Charlotte alreadyyyy,” I drag out dramatically, getting off of her when I notice she is starting to finally wake up.

“Alright, alright. You go down to the kitchen and get her plate ready while I wake her up.” I nodded excitedly and run back downstairs, grabbing Charlotte’s favorite plate and placing a single pancake on it, cutting it up into square pieces and pouring the right amount of syrup over them. I pour her a glass of milk and then move on to making (Y/N)’s plate, doing the same for myself as well. Finally, I hear little footsteps making their way down the steps and they come to a stop when they reach the doorway.

“Daddy!!” Charlotte exclaims, running straight towards me and jumping into my arms.

“Hello, my darling! I’ve missed you so so much!” I yell back, spinning around the spacious kitchen with her in my arms.

“Mummy said you weren’t gonna be back for another month,” she tells me after we pull away, still in my arms.

“I know, it was a surprise for you and her. We got done filming already and I was told I could go back home yesterday. So, I flew back and got here late at night, when you were fast asleep. I thought making pancakes would be the best way to surprise you,” I explain, tickling her sides lightly, causing her to thrash in my arms and make me put her down.

“Does mummy know you’re back?”

“Yep. She woke up when I got home and I saw her then. She should be coming down any minute.” Just as I said that, (Y/N) appears in the doorway, hair thrown up in a messy ponytail, still wearing my hoodie, now paired with a pair of sleep shorts. She looked absolutely beautiful, and it’s my favorite look on her, far superior to any outfits she’s worn to premieres with me.

“Hello gorgeous,” I greet her with a kiss, grabbing her waist and pulling her over to the table, where breakfast was set and ready.

Breakfast was amazing. Charlotte told me everything that happened while I was gone, including things I already knew about from our Facetime calls and texts from (Y/N). But, I didn’t mind her sharing it again if she wanted to; I was over-the-top happy to finally be back with my girls, hopefully for forever now.

I help (Y/N) clean up while Charlotte goes and watches the morning cartoons.

“I have a dinner planned for us,” I say to her, handing her a plate to dry.

“Does my mum need to watch Charlotte?” She asks, making me laugh.

“No, the dinner includes her. Just trust me, I have everything planned, yeah?” She huffs in a dramatic form but laughs it off.

—

Soon enough, the time rolls around for when I planned for us to leave, around five-thirty.

“Love, why don’t you go get ready and I’ll get Charlotte ready. I have a special dinner at Hyde Park planned for us,” I tell my beautiful girlfriend. She gives me a questioning look but agrees anyway.

“Alright, Char. Let’s go get ready for a picnic at the park!” I tell her enthusiastically, gently nudging her to signal her to run upstairs to her room. She runs up as fast as she can, getting a head start to pick her clothes out. She does, which happens to be a Spider Man shirt and a pair of leggings.

I quickly helped her get dressed then brushed her hair to put it up. Now’s the time.

“Hey Charlotte, can I ask you something?” I ask when I finish tying the hair tie. She turns and faces me as I kneel down to her height. She stays quiet, waiting for me to continue.

“You know I love your mummy very very much, yeah?” She nods and reaches for my hands to hold, something she loves to do, just like her mum.

“I was wondering if it’d be okay for me to ask her to marry me, so I can be with her for the rest of my life, and I can finally be your real daddy?” Her entire face lights up when I tell her what I want to do, and she immediately jumps into my arms, bouncing up and down happily.

“Yes! Yes! I want you to be my daddy forever and I want you to be with mummy forever!” The tears start to prickle in my eyes, and I know by the end of the night, I’m not going to be able to control them at all.

“Good! I’m so glad you’re okay with that. I wanted to run it by you first, because I know how much you mean to mummy. But, this is supposed to be a surprise, okay? Just between us for now, don’t say anything to mummy. You promise?” I hold my pinkie finger out, looking into her eyes and making sure she knows not to say a single word. She links her small finger with mine and nods.

“I promise. Are you going to ask her tonight?” I grinned at her and rub the backs of her hands with my thumbs.

“Yeah. I got the ring right here,” I reach into my pocket, showing her the gorgeous engagement ring I picked out while in the states. She gasps and stares at it for a moment.

“Think she’ll like it?” I ask nervously, scared that I picked out the wrong style or something she wouldn’t like.

“Yeah. She loves you so much and I know she’ll like anything you give her,” she tells me. Once more, tears pool in my eyes, so ready to do this and finally settle down with the two girls I love most in the world, next to my mum.

“Great. Well then, let’s go. I’ve got a proposal to do.” She giggles and runs out of her room, heading downstairs. I walk back to (Y/N) and I’s room to find her just finishing up her hair.

“You look absolutely beautiful as always,” I breathe out, admiring her from the doorway of the bathroom, where she stood. She wore a floral, dark blue dress with a pair of white Converse; the look was so simple, but she looked breathtaking.

“Thanks bub. You don’t look too bad for just having traveled thousands of miles by plane.” I chuckle and shake my head, glancing down at my outfit, a plain white t-shirt and a pair of black jeans.

“I could look better, but the majority of my clothes are dirty from me wearing them overseas. So, this look will have to do.”

“You look fine! We’re just having dinner in the park, nothing special.” Oh, but little did she know.

—

When we arrived at the park, Charlotte chose a perfect spot for us under a tree and helped me lay out the blankets for us to sit on. Just like breakfast, we continued to talk and catch up on things that happened while I was gone, I even told them a few stories of my co-stars from on-set.

After we finished our dinner, Charlotte noticed a few kids from her class playing on the playground nearby, so (Y/N) let her go play with them, which allowed us to be alone for the time being. So, I pulled (Y/N) into my arms, leaning up against the tree so she could rest her back against my chest. I heard her hum happily as my arms wrap around her body, holding her close to me. I rest my head on hers, closing my eyes in content, listening to the peaceful noises of the park we first met in.

I could feel my heart begin to race as I tried to prepare my speech in my head, although I knew my emotions would overtake me and I would end up a blubbering mess. Finally, I take a deep breath and decide to go through with it now.

My head raises from (Y/N)’s and tilts to the side so I could pepper kisses to her cheek, then move onto her jaw, and her neck. She giggled at the feeling, questioning why I was acting this way and pointing out the fact that we’re in public.

“T, what’s up?” She asks through laughs, resting against me again when I stop. With one more deep breath, I begin.

“I love you so damn much, (Y/N). And I love Charlotte just as much. I’m so glad you two came into my life, I really don’t know what I would’ve been like if you hadn’t. You two are the best things I could ever ask for, honestly. Because of you two, I’m the person I am today, someone I always wished I would be, a father figure. And although the child isn’t mine, I love her just as much as if she was,” I start, pausing to take a breath and conceal the tears. My voice just so happened to crack at the end, prompting (Y/N) to sit up from my chest and turn towards me, grabbing my cheeks with her hands.

“Taron, are you okay?” I nod, finally letting the tears fall as I reach into my pocket and pull out the black velvet box. I hear her gasp quietly and I let out a sob.

“Taron,” I shake my head, wiping my eyes and looking up at her. Slowly, I lift the lid to reveal the ring that Charlotte told me she would love. And the seven year old was right. (Y/N)’s eyes filled with tears as well as she stared down at my shaking hands holding the tiny box.

“W-will you marry me?” I choke out, staring at her and waiting for a response, my anxiety now at an all-time high as I wait for her answer.

“Of course I will, Taron,” she finally answers, wiping away her tears, which I quickly take over doing. I pull her back into my arms and bring her in for a huge kiss, which was very salty due to our tears mixing. She laughs, breaking the kiss and resting her forehead on mine. My free hand rests on her cheek, continuing to wipe her falling tears away.

“I love you. I love you so fucking much,” I keep telling her, kissing her over and over again. When we finally pull away, I take the chance to take the ring out of the box and slide it on her finger. Both of us laugh when we realize how much I struggled doing so because of my shaking hands. (Y/N) grabs them, rubbing her thumb soothingly over my skin, waiting for me to stop; although that doesn’t happen. But, when I stop shaking so much, to the point where I can at least control my movement, I take the time to finally place the ring on her finger.

Just as I pull her in for another kiss, Charlotte appears in front of us, a huge smile on her face.

“Did you ask her? What did she say?” I smile proudly and grab (Y/N)’s left hand, holding it up for Charlotte to see that her mum said yes to marrying me.

“Yay!” She yells happily, running to join the celebration. She falls onto my lap, hugging me tightly.

“My new daddy is Johnny!” She once again yells. Both (Y/N) and I laugh loudly, and that’s the moment I realize my life has fallen into place. I already have a beautiful daughter, albeit she’s not exactly mine, and a beautiful fiancee. I simply couldn’t ask for anything more.

•••

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prettiestvulcan · 4 years

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confessions

read on ao3

pairing: tadashi yamaguchi x OFC

word count: 5256

warning(s): alcohol use, drug use (marijuana)

status: complete

summary: they get paired for a project. she never imagined he would feel the same way.

a/n: just a cliché “5+1″ i had stuck in my head forever and finally finished.

➀

She’s never noticed him before and, as they discuss plans for the group project, it’s obvious why. He’s soft-spoken, a very nervous individual, who keeps his eyes somewhere on the floor rather than looking directly at her. It’s obvious by the way he acts that their circles never touch. He stays out of the way, out of sight, to the point she wonders if sometimes the professors forget about him. They’re just so different.

In spite of their differences, she can’t help but find him cute. With his timid smile and freckled face, something about it draws her to him. Her, boisterous and outgoing; him, quiet and withdrawn. They would make an odd pair, but it’s not going to stop her from trying. When has anything ever stopped her from going after what she wants?

She exchanges numbers with him under the guise of better communication for the project, but mostly so she can text him late at night or early in the morning to ask what he’s doing. He always responds, even though he’s under no obligation to do so. She thinks it’s a good sign. So when they finally meet to work on the project, a full two weeks after it was assigned, she decides to go for it.

They’ve been working for a few hours, the library practically empty and the sun long since gone down. The ice from her iced coffee has melted, the condensation from the cup leaving a puddle on the laminate tabletop. She wipes at it with her hoodie sleeve, having forgotten napkins. He notices and passes her a few of his napkins. She gives him a wide smile before using them to sop up the moisture.

Deciding her coffee is a lost cause, she shoves the napkins into the plastic cup before taking it all to the nearby trash can. When she comes back, she sprawls her upper body along the table with a sigh, head resting on an outstretched arm, fingertips barely brushing the back of his laptop. She can hear him typing, taking her scribbled notes and diagrams and making them into a PowerPoint. She had tried to make her own slides, but they were so poorly made that he offered to redo them.

She looks up when the typing stops, finding him looking at her. His cheeks pink when he realizes she’s looking back, eyes quickly darting back to his laptop and pretending to read over whatever is on the screen. She knows he’s not actually reading anything because his eyes aren’t moving, staring directly at a spot on the screen. She grins, deciding this is her chance.

“Hey,” she drawls, waiting for him to look at her again. “Go out with me.”

She watches his eyes go wide, his face turning a deep shade of red. It really highlights his freckles, making them stand out in contrast. She waits for him to think about it and give her an answer, still lazing on the table. Eventually, his blush starts to fade as his eyebrows come together, forming a cute little crease. His cheeks remain a light pink as he opens his mouth to speak.

“It’s not nice to joke around like that.” He scolds. “Someone might get hurt.” She frowns. Does he think she’s messing around? “Besides, we should be focusing on our presentation. Please pay attention and share in the work.”

She flounders, mouth opening and closing a few times before she huffs. She sits up, crossing her arms over her chest and slouching in the chair. Share in the work? He offered to redo those slides! If she knew he felt she was taking advantage of him, she would’ve just asked a friend to help her spruce them up. She looks away, glaring at a bookshelf, but mumbles an apology anyway.

She only looks back over when she hears him start typing again. Did he really think she was only joking around? And what he’d said had seemed almost rehearsed, like he’s used to people asking him out as a joke. That thought doesn’t sit well with her. She’ll just have to do more to show him that she’s being serious and not playing with his feelings.

➁

They’re friends, she thinks. They do homework together for the class they share, sometimes they grab lunch, but mostly they text. It’s off and on throughout the day, but it’s every day and they discuss everything from classes to TV shows to how they’re doing that day. They even share memes! So when one of her friends invites her to a huge sorority/fraternity party, she doesn’t hesitate to invite him as her plus one.

Surprisingly, he agrees. He says that classes have him stressed, so a party might help him think about anything other than his grades. She takes it as a good sign, one that suggests they’re friends and he trusts her. She’s hopeful that maybe he might believe her if she asks him out this time.

She’s nervous, which is out of character for her. It makes her feel weird, almost jittery. She drinks more than she probably should, but they don’t call it liquid courage for nothing. After a couple shots, she’s not feeling the nerves as much.

He drinks, too. Not as much as she does, but he agrees to shots with her. Afterwards, he sips on a beer for most of the night. He won’t dance with her, but that’s fine. She doesn’t need him to dance with her to have fun with him. He’s more than happy to be dragged from group to group as she talks to friends, not saying much but offering her a small smile when she looks towards him.

Finally, after she’s finished talking to everyone and sufficiently confident (and drunk), she tells him she has something to show him. He obliges, letting her drag him out of the frat house and into the backyard where the garden is. She leads him deep into the garden before plopping down on a bench. He mimics her actions, sitting beside her.

“Thanks for coming tonight,” she tells him.

“Thank you for the invite.” He offers her a gentle smile. “I’m not usually one for parties.”

“I know,” she giggles. “That’s one of the reasons I like you.” Her vision may be a little blurry, but she doesn’t miss his blush. “Hey.”

“Hm?”

“Go out with me.” She grabs his hand to show him her sincerity.

“You’re drunk,” he points out. “You don’t know what you’re saying.”

“Yes I do.” She pouts. She crosses her arms over her chest. “Just because I’m drunk doesn’t mean I don’t want to go on a date with you.”

“Okay, I get it.” He shushes her and she realizes tears have welled up. “Don’t cry. Just...if you’re serious, ask me again when you’re sober.”

“Fine,” she agrees, wiping at her eyes. “Let’s stay out here, though. I like the stars.”

“Okay,” he agrees. She grabs his hand again and he doesn’t protest. Little victories.

➂

He’s been avoiding her, though why she doesn’t know. Every time she asks him to hang out or do homework with her, he always has a convenient excuse. She doesn’t like it. It feels too much like he’s trying to get rid of her. They’re supposed to be friends. Right?

She doesn’t like feeling insecure. It’s new for her. It makes her feel a bit queasy. Her nerves are on edge and she jumps every time her phone vibrates. It’s not him, of course. It’s been a week and he’s not texted her unless she’s texted him first, but even then his replies are short. Brief and to the point. It’s weird and she doesn’t like it.

She knows where his dorm is, of course. She’s been there countless times to study and do homework with him, so finding it without him is easy. She just has to know why he’s ignoring her. If it’s something she did or something she didn’t do. She’d like to fix it if she can. Even if she has a crush on him, his friendship is more important to her.

No one in the dorm building pays her any mind, so she slips easily up to the fourth floor. She knocks on his door, hoping he’s actually there. She doesn’t hear anything at first, so she knocks again just in case. A few seconds pass before she hears movement inside. Hopefully he wasn’t sleeping.

“You’re not Tadashi,” she says when the door opens to reveal a tall blonde with black glasses. Did she go to the wrong room?

“Is that a girl?” A voice from inside screeches. Soon the tall blonde is pushed out of the way to make room for a smaller, female blonde. “Hi! You must be—”

“Yachi!” She hears him shout. Yachi must be the girl. Soon his face comes into view above Yachi’s head.

“Um...hi?” She feels awkward now. “Have I come at a bad time? I can leave and—”

“No!” He interrupts, nearly shouting. “I mean, no, you’re fine. You don’t have to leave.” She can feel two extra sets of eyes on her.

“Okay.” She hesitates. “Can I come in?”

“Yes, of course,” he stutters. He pushes the other two out of the way to make room for her. His already small dorm room seems even smaller with four people inside of it.

“You must be the girl Yama talks about.” The blonde girl says. “I’m Yachi, by the way, and this is Tsukki.” She gestures at the tall blonde. “We’re just visiting.”

“Cool.” She’s never met any of his other friends. He’s only mentioned them a couple of times. “Are you the Tsukki that plays for the Sendai Frogs?”

Her question seems to set off an avalanche of information, with Yachi doing most of the talking. She seems like an excitable person, but it’s rather endearing. She can see why Tadashi is friends with her. They share a lot of similar traits, though it seems like Yachi has grown out of most of her shyness. It probably helps that Tsukki is there, a comforting hand on her lower back. She wishes she could do that for Tadashi.

She finds out a whole lot about him, too. He’s apparently a lot more outgoing than he was in high school. It makes sense, considering the bullying he endured in middle school. Old wounds finally scabbed over, that sort of thing. Volleyball and his volleyball team likely helped a lot, too.

She gets asked questions, too. All things Tadashi already knows, but ones she’s fine with answering. Where she’s from, what she studies, how she met Tadashi. Then comes the inevitable.

“So, are you two dating?” Yachi asks. Tadashi chokes trying to get an answer out.

“Not yet.” She answers because she’s determined to get him to go out with her.

“Not yet?” Tsukki repeats, patting Tadashi on the back. “What’s that supposed to mean?”

“He doesn’t believe me when I say I like him.” Tsukki looks at her knowingly. Yachi looks sad. “I’m still trying, though.”

“Good!” Yachi exclaims, smiling. She can’t help but smile back.

They talk for a while longer, about school and TV shows and random other topics. Eventually, Tsukki announces they have to leave. Yachi complains, but leaves after she gives the other girl her number. She lingers after the two have left, wanting to still speak with Tadashi.

“You didn’t have to say that,” he mumbles, rubbing the back of his neck. “About liking me.”

“Why not?” She questions. “Does it bother you?”

“No,” he answers. A little too quickly. “Not really. It’s just hard to believe.”

“I’ve waited this long,” she begins. “I’ll wait as long as you need to believe it.”

“Thank you.” He offers her a small, private smile. His cheeks are pink. She loves that about him. Shy, but honest.

“Well, I guess I’ll head out too.” She stands, stretching her arms above her head. “It’s getting late and I’ve still got an essay to finish.”

“Okay.” He stands, too, following her to the door. “Video call me, okay? I know you won’t write that essay unless I’m there to keep you on track.” It’s her turn to blush.

“You know me too well,” she laughs. “But alright, I’ll call as soon as I get home.”

➃

They’re drinking in his room. A celebration for finishing finals. She’d brought something extra for them to try. A joint. He said he’d never smoked before so she’d offered to bring it. He’d agreed.

The room is a little warm as summer approaches, his tiny fan doing nothing to cool them. She’s thankful for the shorts she decided to wear. She takes a swig of her beer, watching him struggle to light the joint. The alcohol seems to have made him more nervous instead of less.

“Here,” she says. She reaches for the joint, carefully pulling it and the lighter from his hands. “I’ll show you.” She places the tip of the joint between her lips, freeing up her hands. She cups one around the flame, using the other to strike the lighter. Once it’s lit, she takes a deep drag. She holds it for a few seconds, until she feels the back of her throat tingling, then releases.

She hands the joint back to him, his face flushed from the alcohol. His freckles seem to stand out more when he’s red-faced. She watches him bring the joint to his mouth, lighting it for him, before he inhaled. He sputters and coughs, which she’d expected, and smiles.

“Takes practice,” she assures him.

“How often do you smoke?” He asks, voice rough.

“Not often,” she answers. She wonders if that’s what he sounds like during sex. If his face gets red like that. She quickly takes another drag before any of it shows on her face. “Here, let’s try something.”

She turns so they’re facing each other, knees touching. She doesn’t miss how his face goes a shade redder. She takes the joint from him, ashing it, before giving him her full attention.

“We’re gonna shotgun it,” she explains. “I’m going to take a drag, then lean in towards you. Open your mouth and I’ll blow the smoke into it.” She takes another sip of her beer. “It’s a lot easier than trying to smoke it.”

“Okay,” he agrees. She gives him what she hopes is a reassuring smile, but it’s probably lopsided now she’s high and drunk.

He follows her instructions. When she leans in, mouth full of smoke, he parts his lips for her to blow smoke into his mouth. He inhaled it, coughing only a little, and she pulls back.

“See?” She grins. “A lot easier, wasn’t it?” He nods. “Want to do it that way for now?” She asks as she takes another hit.

“Yeah,” he agrees. He’s looking a little glassy-eyed and she wishes it was because of her and not the high.

She continues to blow smoke into his mouth, but pushes her luck with each hit. She gets closer and closer each time, until their lips are nearly touching. She feels the high more than the buzz from the alcohol, but teasing herself like this is more of a high than the joint. She’s always wanted to kiss him and this is probably as close as she’s going to get.

“How are you feeling?” She asks when half of the joint is smoked. He just nods. “That good, huh?” She laughs. “Let’s save this for later, then.” She puts it out on the ashtray she brought for this occasion, setting it aside.

“Is it always like this?” He asks, staring at her intently for someone who is both high and drunk.

“Smoking a joint?” He nods. “Depends. You get more of a high directly from the source, in my opinion. Some people also just have a low tolerance for it.” Her tolerance is probably moderate, considering she smokes once a month. Usually at a party.

He’s quiet after that, staring down at his hands where they rest on his thighs. She tries not to laugh, all too familiar with that intense first high. She wants him to enjoy this. They’ve earned it, after all. It’s been a long, difficult semester. Not to mention she’s not going to see him for a while after this. Not until next semester.

The thought is a real bummer and she frowns, but quickly tries to cover it up. She doesn’t want him to catch on and feel bad. That would be the worst thing considering he’s calmly enjoying his very first high. She wants to keep it that way.

She finishes off her beer, reaching into the cool for another. Most of the ice is melted, making the bottle slippery, but she uses her shirt to wipe it down. She pops the top off, tossing it into the garbage, and takes several long swigs. If her mouth is busy, she won’t be able to say anything or make a face to betray her emotions.

“Hand me one,” he says even as he reaches over her to grab one. He sways slightly and she can smell the mix of his deodorant, the beer, and the marijuana. She tries not to let it affect her, but she really wants to kiss him.

She manages to reign in the urge by taking another deep swig of beer. He settles back down beside her, although it feels like he’s much closer. Their arms brush with every subtle movement and she blushes, turning her face away and pretending to be staring at something on his door. Anything to distract her.

“What do you do with the other half?” He asks and she has to look at him. He’s pointing at the joint resting on the ashtray. “Do you just...throw it away?”

“No,” she shakes her head with a fond smile. “You can still smoke it. Just thought you might like to wait a little between hits.”

“Oh.” He drags his warm brown eyes up to her. “How long do you usually wait?”

She can’t help but laugh. He seems so earnest in his curiosity, yet eager for more of that high. She reaches for the joint and the lighter, knowing what he wants. She hands it to him, but he shakes his head with a frown.

“The other way,” he explains before she can ask. “It was easier.” She feels her face grow hot, but if he asks she’ll just play it off as a combination of the beer and the sweltering heat of his room.

She puts the joint to her lips, lighting up. She takes a deep drag, holding it in her mouth, so she can lean into Tadashi. He meets her halfway, lips parting, and she blows the smoke between them. She hears him suck on deeply, holding his breath, and she lingers longer than necessary. When he releases his breath, she finally pulls back.

“Good?” She queries as she takes her own drag.

“Yeah.” He looks a little flush. She tries not to stare as he rolls his shirt sleeves up to his shoulders, muscles flexing. He’s surprisingly built. She knows he works out occasionally, but in these moments she can really see it.

She takes another hit to keep from saying something, leaning towards him. He misjudges the distance and suddenly their lips are touching. He pulls back quickly, ready to apologize, but she puts her lips over his. She breathes the smoke into his mouth, savoring the moment before pulling back.

He’s looking at her with wide eyes, mouth still open. She wants to feel bad. That could’ve been his first kiss she just stole. She doesn’t feel bad about it. It was too thrilling and she’s too drunk to feel guilty. She should still apologize.

“Too much?” She asks. He shakes his head.

“Why did you do that?”

“Because I like you.” She takes another drag. “I’ve told you before.”

“You have,” he agrees. He shakes his head slowly. Maybe it’s finally getting through to him.

She decides to test the waters. She takes a drag, holding the smoke, and leans in. He doesn’t flinch. He gets as close as he can and she presses their mouths together, releasing the smoke into his mouth. He tastes like chapstick and cheap beer. She loves it. She wants to stay here forever.

But she can’t.

She pulls back, letting him breathe and orient himself. She goes back to her beer, chugging the rest of it. Her mouth is getting dry. She should probably switch to water. She’s going to have trouble walking home. Maybe he’ll offer to let her stay and they can curl up in his tiny twin-sized bed.

Finally, they use up the last of the joint. She puts the remaining paper in the ashtray. She’ll have to find somewhere to dump it. Maybe the dumpster outside. It’s not like anyone is going to tell on her for smelling like pot. All her roommates smoke, too. She really only needs to worry about being caught by someone in Tadashi’s dorm building.

“I should head out,” she says. “It’s getting late.”

“Okay,” he agrees. A part of her wishes he’d ask her to stay. Another part of her wonders how hopeless this crush is. “I’ll walk you out.”

She thinks about kissing him at the door, but decides not to. She doesn’t have the excuse of sharing smoke anymore. He might push her away. This is going to be the last she sees him for a while. She shouldn’t risk their friendship.

Her walk home is filled with doubt. Maybe she shouldn’t have done that. Maybe she should have done this. So many what if’s and no real answers. She’s just glad he hadn’t pushed her away.

➄

Her mom got remarried during the semester and moved in with her new husband, meaning she’s not going to her childhood home for the summer for the first time since she started university. She’s going to tiny Miyagi Prefecture to her mother’s husband’s modest house settled among farms. It’s all very quaint. At least they have a convenience store within walking distance.

The owner barely pays her any attention, sitting behind the counter smoking a cigarette. She can hear the cicadas chirping outside in the blistering summer heat. Her tank top clings to her with sweat and the cool interior of the shop is a relief. She walks to the back, to the coolers, and grabs a six pack of cheap beer. Something to help her get through the heat.

Her attention is drawn from the snacks by the bell tinkling above the door. Her eyes slowly move to the newcomer, wondering if she’s in their way, when they widen with recognition.

“Tadashi?” She didn’t know he lived here. Or is he visiting?

“Hey,” he smiles. “I didn’t know you lived near here.”

“My mom just moved here, actually.” She explains. “Her, uh, new husband lives here.”

“It’s a nice surprise to see you.” The way he says it makes her stomach flutter. It’s only been three weeks. “What are you buying?”

“Beer,” she answers with a shrug. “Some salty snacks. Something to keep the heat away.”

“It really is a scorcher.” She can’t believe they’re discussing the weather as if they hadn’t shared a joint three weeks ago. As if her lips hadn’t been on his.

“Right,” she agrees. An awkward silence passes. “Well, I should get going. I’m supposed to be watching the house while my mom is on her honeymoon.”

“Maybe I could come over,” he quickly says. “That is, if you want me to come over. I don’t have to.”

“That would be great,” she interrupts his rambling. “The house is pretty lonely, actually. I could do with some company. Wanna come over and help me drink these?” She holds up the six pack. “My treat.”

“Sure,” he agrees with an easy grin.

She pays for the beer and their snacks. They walk side by side to her mom’s house, neither saying much. The sun is starting to set, but the heat is still near unbearable. She can’t wait until the sun finally goes down and it starts to cool off. She much prefers cooler temperatures.

She unlocks the door for them, ushering him inside. They place their shoes by the door. She flicks on lights as they go, leading him down the hall to the kitchen. She puts the beers in the fridge, keeping two out for them. She wonders if he wants to watch a movie or something.

“So is this where you grew up?” She asks, pulling the tab on a beer. It hisses open and she takes a sip.

“Yeah,” he answers. “My parents still live in the area, so I come stay with them on breaks. Sometimes I bump into old classmates.” He opens his own beer. “The owner of that shop is actually my high school volleyball coach.”

“Small world,” she comments and he agrees with a nod. They stand in the kitchen, sweat cooling in the AC, drinking their beers.

She doesn’t know what to say or do, which is a first for her. Usually she’s impulsive, acting before thinking. It’s gotten her nowhere with him, though. And she’d rather not ruin their friendship by being rash. Again. Once she’d sobered up, she regretted kissing him. Not the act itself, but the selfishness behind it. She had vowed to never do that again. Unless he asked, of course.

“Let’s go to the living room and watch a movie or something, if you’ve got the time.”

“Sure.” He trails after her, sitting on the opposite end of the couch. She feels a little weird being so far apart from him, but if it’s what he wants then she’ll deal with it.

She turns the TV on, flipping through the channels. She finally finds an old All Might movie and lets it play in the background while she sips her beer. The noise of it drowns out most of her thoughts, which she’s grateful for. None of them are very helpful.

“I’m going to get the snacks,” she says after at least thirty minutes have passed. She stands up, bringing her empty beer can with her. She hadn’t meant to drink it so fast, but it was something to keep her mouth busy. She didn’t want to blurt something embarrassing.

When she comes back with the snacks, she puts them on the coffee table in front of the couch. She sits beside him under the guise of being close to the food, but really it just helps her feel more normal. Sitting so far away from him feels formal, unfamiliar. They usually sit pressed thigh to thigh or, if they’re across from one another, knee to knee. Having space just feels weird.

The movie plays on, the sun setting and the room growing dark. She thinks briefly she should turn the lights on, but then he’s putting his arm on the back of the couch behind her and she’s too busy pretending it means more than it does to get up.

By the time he leaves, the beer is gone and so is the sun. The streetlights are on, so she feels less guilty about keeping him. At least he won’t need to walk in the dark. It makes her feel a little better. She walks him to the door, where they both stand awkwardly.

“Thanks for hanging out with me,” he says.

“I like hanging out with you.” She says, the words coming easily. “I like you, so any time spent with you is time well spent.”

“Thanks.” His cheeks are pink. “I should get going, though. I’ll text you when I get home.” She nods, watching him go.

She feels stupid as soon as the door is shut. She shouldn’t have said anything. He’s never going to like her as more than a friend. She should just get over this now. It’s a waste of time and effort. She should just accept they’ll only ever be friends and live with it.

She’d be lying if she said she didn’t cry about it.

ⓔ ⓧ ⓣ ⓡ ⓐ

She’s a masochist. There’s no other reason to explain why she agreed to let him come back over for another movie. She should be spending the break getting over him and she can’t do that if he’s around her. She must be a masochist. Or just stupid.

Much to her surprise, he brings a joint this time. It’s oddly endearing how proud he looks when he shows her. She wonders if it’s the real deal or if some kid off the street sold him some oregano. She hopes for the sake of his pride that it’s the real deal.

She’s a little disappointed when he takes the first drag and doesn’t choke. A piece of her wanted it to be like last time, so she could get an indirect kiss. She tries not to let her disappointment show. She chugs her beer and stares at the TV screen.

He nudges her and she looks, going cross-eyed because he’s a lot closer than she expected. He taps at her arm and she realizes he’s trying to shotgun. She chuckles, but obligingly parts her lips for him. It’s kind of weird to be on the receiving end, but it’s Tadashi. She’s willing to give it a shot.

They’re a couple beers in at this point, which is probably why he’s feeling brave. She’s not complaining. She rather likes it. His breath is warm and, beneath the smoke, she can pick up the mint from his toothpaste. She thinks she can barely taste the cherry from his chapstick. She closes her eyes without meaning to.

He kisses her. Well, not really a kiss so much as he seals their mouths together to blow smoke into hers. It’s reminiscent of that night and she squeezes her eyes shut, trying to savor every second. She wants to remember this. The warmth of his mouth. The taste of his lips.

When he pulls back, she’s flush and glassy-eyes for reasons unrelated to the booze or drugs. She hopes he doesn’t think too hard on it. He hands her the joint and she takes a drag, leaning forward to blow the smoke into his mouth.

They continue passing back and forth, mouths pressed together, until he doesn’t pull back. It takes her a moment to realize he’s kissing her. Like, actually kissing her. She forgets to breathe, only to gasp into his mouth when she remembers. She feels him smile against her mouth, laughter bubbling up from his chest, and quickly kisses back before the moment passes.

It’s everything she hoped it would be and more. His lips are chapped, despite the chapstick, and he tastes like smoke and cherries. His kisses are delicate, like he’s afraid she’s going to pull away. She’s not going to. She presses closer, as close as she can get without climbing into his lap. She muffles his laughter with her mouth, until he’s finally quiet.

It’s everything she had hoped for and more. His mouth is warm and wet and eager. She doesn’t want to stop. Her head is spinning, her heart pounding. She’s elated. She never thought she’d get this. She pulls away, breathless.

“Why did you kiss me?” She asks because she has to.

“Because I like you.”

She kisses him again and she can feel his smile.

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