#you walking out of the room: finn you owe me ten!

[spctrsgf]

bandages

summary: Poe’s gone for too long, and the worry is starting to gnaw at your brain. (part 9 of @/ham_zero (tt)’s HTS !)

word count: 2.2k

warnings: poe x medic!reader, language, mentions of death and blood, angst and then pure teeth rotting fluff

a/n: hello besties im back at it again with my fav flyboy and HTS! (yet another) big thanks to @roselement for proofing this monstrosity! anyways hope you guys are well

a/n pt 2: lol the gif literally has nothing to do with the story but it was the best i could do okay

“Y/n.”

The sound of Finn’s voice wasn’t enough to cut through the thick layer of worry that draped over you. You paced across your small office. Your mind displayed horrible scenarios, spiraling you into a deeper worry than you already were in.

The man shook his head, catching your shoulders and stopping your pacing. He waited as your glassed eyes flicked across the room before finally focusing on his face. You gaze studied his face for any indication of why he was here, because as of right now, you were denying the gnawing feeling that was sending you into a frenzy.

Poe wasn’t- he’s fine, right? That was the question that occupied every thought you had, shaking you down to the core and preventing you from doing anything else but worry.

And oh Maker, Finn could see it in your face. The bags under your normally bright eyes, the grim line that resembled your lips, the way your eyebrows pulled together and created a wrinkle on your forehead. Even your stance with him, one of your closest friends, was defensive.

“Finn?” Your voice was gravelly from crying and not speaking, your eyes weary but hopeful.

The man sighed, dropping his arms. “I’m sorry, still nothing.”

You swallowed sharply. “Okay.”

“Y/n-“

“It’s fine! Don’t say sorry, I’m okay.”

Finn raised an eyebrow. “Mhm.”

“What?” Your tone now matched your stance as you stepped back.

“You look like you haven’t slept in weeks. No, years.”

You sighed, plopping down on the bed made for patients. “I feel like I haven’t. Really it’s only been a few days.”

Finn gingerly placed himself next to you, resisting the urge to succumb to the same sadness. “I know it’s hard, but he wouldn’t want you to worry.”

You scoffed. “If that was his wish, then he’d be back by now.”

“He’s gonna be okay.”

“Is he?” Your voice was barely above a whisper as you voiced your fear.

“I don’t know for sure, but,” you glanced at Finn, ready to hear his uplifting words. “This is Poe we’re talking about here. Poe Dameron. He’s a good man and an even better pilot. He’s the best of the best, and he hasn’t let us down yet. Let’s not give up hope on our flyboy now, okay?”

You nodded silently. “Ill give him one more day. Then-“

Finn wrapped an arm around you, scooting closer. “Don’t go there.”

You bit your lip. “Okay.”

Finn turned to look at you, eyes downcast and hands wrapped tightly around one another, but he could see the sad smile blooming on your lips. “You need to sleep, y/n.”

You ignored his earlier comment, only offering a “Thank you, Finn.”

The said man’s eyebrows knitted. “For what?”

“For always being there,” you looked at him. “For cheering me up when I feel like I’m gonna lose him forever.”

Finn smiled. “Anytime.”

——

You woke to a beeping sound, causing you to jolt and shoot upwards. Your head swiveled violently as you assessed your surroundings. You vaguely remember Finn leaving, demanding you to go to sleep.

Huh. You must’ve fallen asleep.

You cheered happily, over the moon for a grand total of five seconds, which is when you remembered three things. One, you weren’t able to sleep because Poe was gone. Two, you’d slept for ten hours. Three, that really loud and annoying ringing was the emergency bell. Someone was coming in for help.

You shot up, gathering your medical tools and readying yourself for immediate action. The shouts from outside got louder, and you winced at the ferocity of Snap’s worried voice. And then the door was shoved open and the entire Black squadron was crowding into your office, Snap carrying the wounded person. You looked down and-

No.

No, no no no no no-

You swallowed your scream and instructed Snap to place him down. Tears dotted your vision as you bent over your boyfriends bleeding face. You assessed him immediately, shoving your worry out of your head and focusing on helping him. You cried softly as you trailed your hands down his body gingerly, testing for anything out of the ordinary.

You let out a heavy sigh as you decided that it was mostly cuts and bruises, no punctured kidneys or internal bleeding. You got the medical assistant droid you had to scan him to make sure before turning and telling the squadron the news.

“He’s got a shit ton of cuts, as you can see. He’s taken some damage, but everything will heal and he’ll be able to fly again.” You smiled at the sighs of relief from the pilots.

“How long till he’s back?” Karé questioned from behind some heads.

“I would say a few days? I got some bacta that Leia wants me to use.” You answered as per BB-8’s frantic beeping.

The squadron filed out after that, but Snap faltered at the door. “L/n?”

You looked up from where you were applying bacta to a deep cut on Poe’s lower abdomen. “Mhm?”

“Thank you.”

You smiled grimly. “It’s my job.”

“No, it’s more than just a job. You’re saving our best pilot, but also our leader and friend. Thank you for that.”

You nodded. “Anytime. And I mean that. I don’t care if it’s 3am. Come to me if he’s hurt.”

It was Snap’s turn to smile. “I promise.”

You returned to the task at hand, spraying the bacta onto the rest of his cut. Your eyebrows were pulled up and your gaze flickered over the half unzipped flight suit, watching his chest rise and fall.

He’s okay, You told yourself. He’s okay, he’s alive, he’s breathing.

But he wasn’t awake. And that’s what was really worrying you. It was that little part of your brain saying that he might never wake up.

——

You spun in your chair to face Poe for what felt like the millionth time, constantly making sure his chest rose and fell. You turned back to finish a bland report, eyes droopy and tired. Exasperated, you threw down the data pad and walked over to the pilot.

It was then that you realized his hands up close. You winced at the dried blood around the knuckles, supposedly from when the glass window of his x-wing had shattered. Grabbing gauze and some wet wipes, you picked up his right hand, gingerly wiping it down.

To your surprise, Poe grumbled drowsily, trying to yank his hand back into his chest. Your grip tightened, but the rest of your body froze. “Poe?” You said quietly, eyes wide. Your voice must’ve triggered something in him, because he shot upwards. Or he tried to, but was held down by your firm push on his chest.

“Y/n?” He responded, voice as gravelly as yours was but oh so familiar, wrapping you in a blanket.

“Oh thank the Maker.” You dropped his hand and scooted closer, wrapping your arms around his shoulders.

“You sound relieved.”

You rolled your eyes, pulling away. “I thought you were dead.”

“You have such little faith in my ability to not die.” He cracked a half grin.

“Poe! Not funny.”

“Alright, I’m sorry.”

“You better be.” You huffed, picking his hand back up and cleaning the last of the blood.

He winced. “That hurts.”

You let out a small chuckle. “It’s antiseptic, it’s gonna sting a bit.”

“Well, don’t you have some sort of magical medic shit that helps the pain go away?”

You grabbed his other hand, wiping away the blood with a smile. “It’s barely anything and I’ll be done in like ten seconds. Relax.”

“C’mon sweets, gimme some numbing agent.” His eyes pulled into a plead.

You chortled, placing a kiss in between his brows. “I’m done, silly.”

“Oh,” Poe looked down at his now clean hands. “Never mind then.”

You held up the gauze. “Last step!”

Poe groaned. “You said you were done.”

You sent him a smirk. “And here I was thinking you liked jokes.”

“You suck.”

“You love me.”

Poe fell silent after your sentence, and you focused on wrapping his hands, unaware that you said something… big. You hummed a tune you’d been introduced to by Finn, scooting closer to Poe’s face to place his arm in a more comfortable position.

Meanwhile, Poe watched you intently. He admired the careful precision your deft fingers practiced as you wrapped the gauze, always tying it just tight enough to be snug but not cut off his circulation. Your eyes were bright and happy, but he could see the bags under your eyes from lack of sleep. He internally cursed himself for putting you through that dreadful downward spiral of worry.

He stared and stared, watching your eyelashes flutter and the oh so soft touch of your fingers on his skin. Oh Maker, he missed you so much. The close attention from you wasn’t new, but it felt so different now that he knew that you worried about him, couldn’t sleep while he was gone.

He wasn’t used to care. Sure, he had Leia, but she was like a mother and he saw her extend the same curtsies to others she’d picked up from various places. He appreciated it all, but it wasn’t exclusive to him.

But you. You only did this to him. He’d watched you work, because it was mesmerizing and he took any time he could to be with you. The worry and the insomnia and the intense care and the special gauze? That was secluded to him and him only. And the bacta. You hadn’t told him, but he could see the way the skin on his lower abdomen was healing unnaturally quick. The pure love that you gave him was something he didn’t feel worthy of and he didn’t see what you saw in him, but it was making him flustered nonetheless.

Maker.

He was flustered? Poe couldn’t recall the last time he’d felt like this. The thought only made his face redder, and he resisted the urge to bring his free hand up to cover his hot face.

And so when you finished wrapping his hand and looked up, you were met with Poe’s red face and his eyes darting anywhere but your own face. You furrowed your eyebrows, unaware that he was ruffled.

Your eyes widened sharply and your hands flew to his face. “Poe?” Your tone was laced with so much worry that his face only became redder. “What’s going on? Are you okay? Do you have a fever?”

He kept his eyes looking outward, becoming slightly glassy with his lack of blinking. You brushed back the curls from his forehead, touching the back of your hand to it. “No fever, but his eyes are glassy,” you racked your brain for a solution. “What the hell is going on?”

Poe made the mistake of meeting your eyes, full and worried but as bright as ever. His hands covered his face in flash and he groaned.

You frowned. “Poe?”

“Mmm.” Came his muffled response as his legs curled up.

“What’s going on? Are you hot? I can turn down the thermostat-“

Poe realized then that he was causing you more worry and was just gonna make it worse, so he dropped his knees and grabbed your face in one fluid motion. You squeaked in surprise, nearly falling into his chest but catching yourself just in time, leading you to have one arm on either side of his body. “Huh?” You murmured as he tilted his forehead to yours.

“I’m okay.”

“Are you sure?” The worry was evident in your tone.

“Yeah,” he took a deep breath. “You just make me overwhelmed sometimes.”

The pieces clicked, flushing your cheeks immediately. He was red because you made him flustered. Poe Dameron, flustered? It was hard to wrap your head around. You were having even more trouble comprehending that you did it. You. Your mind raked over what you possibly could have done to make him flustered, but it wasn’t working properly after that confession. The lack of sleep you had gotten in the past few days didn’t help either.

“I did that?” You motioned to his face.

“Yeah?” He shrugged to play off the nervousness undertone.

“Wha- how?” You voiced your thoughts timidly.

“I don’t really know,” he mumbled, full of lies. “You just- you care so much. It’s new for me.”

You pulled away from him, frustrated at what he felt. “You’re the most caring person I’ve ever met. Poe, you always always try to help everyone before yourself, you’re willing to take a risk if it meant saving something in the long run. You are such a confident leader, which is admirable in itself. But then you have to go and add on the fact that you know your way around any type of ship, not to mention your the best pilot the resistance has, you can both fly and fix your ship, and you still find time between all of the things you have to do to make time to meet and get to know everyone on this base? That’s insane, and we all care about you so much. I care about you so much. This,” you motioned to his arm. “Is the least I can do to thank you.”

Poe stared at you, wide eyed. “You really believe that?”

You smiled earnestly. “Of course.”

His eyes softened even more and he raised a bandaged hand to caress your cheek. “I love you too.”

You frowned. “You-“

He nodded.

You grinned brighter than he’d ever seen. “I love you three.”

[casspurrjoybell-31]

The Consort's Will - Chapter 16 - Part 2

*Warning Adult Content*

Finn

Brayden leads us past the rows of tables and back into the dark hallways.

He's walking slower than his normal, brisk pace but he purposely remains a good ten feet ahead of us.

I'm not sure if that's his preference or if he's giving me time to continue my 'riveting small talk' with Leo.

Leo glances at Brayden before giving me a sideways glance.

"I've been worried about you."

It's nothing more than a whisper that's quickly gobbled up by the crackles of flames along the wall.

But Brayden still hears it.

I know he does.

I lick my lips and stare ahead.

"I've been worried about you, too," I say honestly.

"This place is..."

"A fucking nightmare?"

A laugh escapes my lips.

Brayden rounds the corner and I realize he's leading us back to our room.

My muscles start twitching beneath Leo's weight.

I've never been the type of guy who gets his kicks off eating protein bars and bench pressing the stars but what little muscle I used to have is long gone now.

Times like this make for a glaring reminder.

Brayden opens the door and leaves it ajar.

"Almost there," I say in between deep breaths.

Leo nods.

I can see from the rise and fall of his chest that this trip is taxing.

I ease him through the threshold and help him into bed as Brayden closes the door behind us.

A thin line of perspiration sits along his upper lip and Leo wipes it away with the bottom of his shirt.

His stomach comes into view and my eyes drop to his side.

I'm not sure what I expect to see.

A bandage, perhaps.

Maybe some blood or a faint scar.

Instead all I see is purple.

Deep, purple bruises cover his side, starting at the base of his hip and traveling up to above his ribcage.

It's a blanket of pain painted across a canvas of vulnerable flesh.

A single bullet grazing his side couldn't cause all that, could it?

No. There's no way.

Brayden moves beside me and crosses his arms over his chest.

He sees the bruises, too.

Leo drops his shirt and adjusts himself for a second time.

He appears oblivious to us as he works through his pain to reach a position that's tolerable.

I open my mouth but Brayden sharply shakes his head no.

Now isn't the time.

I'm not sure why but knowing Brayden, there's a good reason.

So I keep my mouth closed.

"Now then," Leo breathes.

"What do I owe for this unexpected welcome back party?"

I look to Brayden.

He said the matter was urgent but I'm still at a loss.

I can't think of a single reason Brayden would spend his time not only seeking out Leo's company but also demanding it.

Unless...

"This has to do with me," I say quietly.

"Doesn't it?"

Brayden keeps his eyes trained on Leo.

His shoulders are tense, his brows puckered into a frown of indecision.

He's not sure if he can trust Leo.

There's a labored pause before Brayden gives a nod of confirmation.

"It does, human. It has everything to do with you."

Leo squints at Brayden, trying to understand his cryptic message before looking to me for help.

I can only shrug.

I have no idea.

"Is Finn in danger?" Leo asks, his voice dropping to a low whisper.

"Perhaps," Brayden responds.

"He's been given a very important choice. As payment for your medical treatment, Mr. Primary has requested his help in the war."

Brayden pauses, allowing us time to process his words.

Blood rushes to my head and causes a tingling sensation in the tips of my fingers and toes.

Brayden knows about Reyo's proposition.

He knows.

That's why he's bringing Leo into the equation.

He needs another ally to convince me not to do it.

Leo wants to see this war come to an end just as badly as I do but he's one of a small handful who doesn't want to see me put my life on the line to make it happen.

For once, Brayyden is banking on Leo's affection for me to do him some good.

"What kind of help?" Leo asks.

Brayden clenches his jaw, and his gaze hardens in warning.

"They need his blood," Brayden explains.

"Nirv's blood. It's the last ingredient they need to complete their antidote, an antidote which changes any vampire back to their original species."

"How much would they need?"

Brayden leans forward.

"All of it."

Leo eyes him warily, but there's a shift in his expression that I recognize as angst.

He's doesn't seem surprised by this information.

On the contrary, it as if he's been expecting this to come up in conversation.

The silence following Brayden's words is far too long to be unintentional.

The hairs on the back of my neck stand in trepidation.

Goosebumps ripple down my forearms.

Something is off.

Brayden and Leo continue to stare at one another.

It's almost as if they're having a silent conversation through nothing more than blank expressions.

They're not blinking.

Not moving. Leo glances behind Brayden before adjusting himself in bed.

He tugs down on the end of this shirt, making sure his plethora of bruises stay well-hidden.

Then he gives Brayden a nod of confirmation.

"I want nothing more than to see Finn alive and well," Leo responds, his tone even.

"But there's always a cost to war. And if it's to save mankind, I think that's a decision Finn needs to make for himself. Without your interference."

My eyes widen in disbelief.

Even if my romantic emotions have all but dissipated for Leo, I still thought he cared for me.

Loved me enough to want to see me protected.

My fingers tighten into a fist.

I wait for Bogdan to tear into him, slicing his flesh to shreds.

To my horrific surprise, however, he doesn't.

"I don't agree with it," Brayden says.

"But I wanted him to hear it from you. To get the opinion from the man who has bedded him many times before. The man who claims to love him."

Shame washes over Leo's face.

"I love him more than you'll ever know."

Brayden calmly shrugs.

"Apparently not enough."

I look between the two of them.

Their conversation is deeper than what meets the surface.

Why isn't Brayden more upset?

I feel like the answer is right in front of me, right at my fingertips.

Why can't I connect the dots?

Brayden said the matter was urgent.

He brought Leo in here to get his opinion on me giving my life to the war.

Leo agreed I should, yet Brayden doesn't seem upset.

'What am I missing?'

Leo tugs at his shirt again,and my heart slams against my chest as I realize what it is.

When Leo wiped away his sweat, he intentionally used the end of his shirt to display his bruises beneath it.

He knew we were going to see them and he knew what we'd think.

In the hum of silence, I realize everything we're doing is being watched.

Reyo told me that every room can be seen from the war room.

Including this one.

Sweat surfaces on the palms of my hands.

Secondaries have been torturing Leo into submission.

Lifting his shirt was the only way he could tell us without blowing his cover.

Even now, I know they're worried we're being watched.

Reyo himself is probably tuned into this evening's special, pressing his face into the screen to make sure Leo's answers don't deviate from the script.

Leo knew what Brayden was going to ask,and he knew what he had to say in return.

He was simply trying to tell us why.

[rogertaylorismycar]

‘Us’ - Michael Gray Oneshot

Summary: you and michael shared a kiss a few weeks ago at the garrison - a sudden change from his usual behaviour of ignoring you. he no doubt ignores you again, making your lovesick self devastated but not surprised, until he shows up at your door at three in the morning.

Warning: angst technically, lil bit of fluff if you squint, that’s it really, i only read over it once so possible grammar mistakes sorry!

A/N: i enjoyed writing this, it took me a while for some reason as i wrote it over the period of two days, but nonetheless it was fun, in ya’ll can tell he is my favourite person to write for at the moment. enjoy!

taglist: @lemur46

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It was just a kiss.

That is what you were trying to convince yourself that it was.

About two weeks ago you and Michael had been at the Garrison late at night, it was near closing time, some three in the morning. You both weren’t drunk, but tipsy enough to let things be said that usually wouldn’t be. Or in this case it was something done that wouldn’t normally be done.

You both shared a kiss. The type that was anticipated for what felt like hours. The longing stares at each other’s lips, the hesitance as you both leaned in as if you both knew it was wrong. Yet it still happened. His lips had crashed with yours before you even had chance to register it, and you kissed him back like your life depended on it. And it was only the morning after that you remembered. He remembered too and you secretly hoped he would say something but he would never.

See, you had always been close with the Shelby family, Polly was like a mum, sister and aunt all mixed into one for you. Tommy, Arthur, John and Finn were the mischievous and protective brothers you never had. You sat in on family meetings, you were as good as blood family to them. But with Michael it was different, from the outset he was cold to you. You don’t know what it was about him that made you fall for him, but you did and you fell hard. Head over heels hard. The type that keeps you up at night. The type that makes your heart soar when they’re in the room. And the type that makes you feel dizzy.

That’s what was making you so confused. Michael had shown no interest in you whatsoever, so that night in the Garrison – you had thought – was a dream. It took a good few hours of mental debate to finally conclude that it was real. Unbenknownst to you however, Michael had fallen for you the second he laid eyes on you. Everything about you just made him love you. The way you walked with Tommy’s paperwork, sometimes stumbling and then laughing at yourself flushing slightly with embarrassment. The way you would make jokes with the others and looked truly happy to be in everyone’s presence all time. And the way your kindness stretched to him even though he’d been nothing but cold to you.

He didn’t want to put you in danger. You worked for one of the biggest gangs in the country, hell it was a dangerous life not just a dangerous world. But with his line of work he could never guarantee things to you that he wish he could, what if one day he didn’t come home to you, next seeing him in a church in a coffin. He could not leave you like that nor ever put you through anything like that. So that is why he wanted to forget about you. Forget about, forget about the kiss.

But he couldn’t. He loved you. And you weren’t alone in thinking about the kiss. No matter how hard he tried to forget he couldn’t. So that’s why he ended up on your doorstep at three in the morning on a Sunday.

“Michael!?” You blinked a few times to make sure this wasn’t a cruel dream. You stood in only your nightdress, looking a mess from just being woken up by Michael knocking on your door.

“To what do I owe the pleasure?” You opened the door a bit wider revealing slightly more than just your head. Your heart was beating quickly at the topic that could possibly arise, why else would he be here at 3 in the morning on a Sunday of all days, because you were sure as hell it wasn’t because Tommy had more urgent paperwork for you,

“Can I come in?” He asked rather expressionlessly. His hands were in his pockets casually and he looked at you blankly waiting for you to say yes. You nodded and stepped aside so he could enter your house. He crossed the room and stood awkwardly in front of the fireplace that you had just started up again. You shut the door before making your way over to him and standing opposite him, but not too close.

“Michael why are you here?” You spat it out. You had to. You didn’t mean to be blunt, it was just that he was giving you nothing, not even his body language expressed anything to you. Michael opened his mouth to say something before shutting it again. You stood waiting for an answer. But you knew you weren’t going to get one. It was Michael. Before this he had only spoke a total of twenty words to you.

“Michael say something,” you pleaded now, he was beginning to make you nervous in a negative way.

“I don’t know what to say.” He finally spoke. His voice was quite wavered and he sounded frustrated. How dare he get annoyed with you when he was the one who had been stood on your doorstep.

Silence fell over the room, it wasn’t awkward but it was filled with tension, of what kind you couldn’t tell. You didn’t know whether you wanted him to go or stay.

“Are you high Michael?”

“What?” His eyes became fixated on you and he sounded slightly hurt.

“Are you drunk?”

“No I’m fucking not.”

“Why are you here?” Silence. “If it’s to mock fun of me, I get it. You were drunk and I was stupid. But I don’t need it rubbed in my face, I don’t need the whole ‘I didn’t mean it’ lecture so, you’ve made it very clear already that’s the case so, if that’s all then please me alone.”

Tears threatened to spill from the corners of your eyes. You really were stupid falling for someone you couldn’t have. Someone who didn’t want you. Turning around to walk upstairs, you expected him to show himself out but he didn’t.

“Y/N wait,” he grabbed your arms gently and pulled you back. You spum around to face him, he was much closer to you now but you shook your head.

“You. Kissed. Me.” Tears rolled down your face. You were so humiliated.

“And I’m not here to apologise for that.” His voice was sincere as he raised a hand to your face, brushing his fingers against your cheeks to wipe the tears away that he had created in the first place.

“Wait, what?” You stood in absolute confusion and astonishment waiting for him to expand on what he just said.

“I meant it Y/N, I wasn’t drunk at all, I knew what I was doing and I meant it.” Both of his hands cupped your cheeks now, his eyes looking into yours and he spoke truthfully.

“But,” you pulled his hands away from your face making him frown slightly, “why the cold exterior, ignoring me after, and before even, I just…” You trailed off, fidgeting with your fingers. You didn’t fully believe him.

“I just wanted to protect you.”

“From what?” You scoffed, folding your arms.

“I didn’t want to ever risk any harm to you, a-and what if I never came home to you one day, I would never want to put you through that.” His voice was raise slightly, pointing at things as he spoke. You had never seen Michael express this much emotion at once and you didn’t know whether it was a good thing or a bad thing.

“Michael, I was involved in this gang before you came back, you don’t think I know how dangerous this life is? I learned to use a gun at ten years old and used one at twelve, I don’t think I need protecting.”

He rolled his eyes, “if you want to be like that the—”

“No I’m sorry,” you interrupted him, “I didn’t mean it to come out like that, I know you were doing what you thought was best.”

He nodded before the room fell silent for a few second.

“Look if you don’t feel the same I can go.” He rambled, as if he had just snapped back into reality and realised what he’d just said.

“Michael, I love you, you idiot.” You searched his face for a response and you got one. He smiled. The first time you had ever seen him smile and it was beautiful, happy Michael was far better than sad Michael.

“I love you too, I always have.”

“You have a funny way of showing it you know,” you laughed and so did he, running a hand through his hair.

“Are you going to kiss me or what?” You raised your eyebrows at him.

He put his hand on your shoulder and gently steered you into the wall behind you until you were pressed up against it. His hands travelled across your neck and collar bone to move your hair out the way, while you blushed at the touch of his skin against yours. He placed his hands either side if you on the wall, trapping you against it and him, before he leaned in slowly, placing his lips on yours. Unlike he previous movements, his lips were not gentle, they were pressed against yours needily as if it would be your last. You kissed him back, snaking your arms around the back of his neck and looping them together to pull him closer to you. His chest pressed against yours as his hands slid down the wall to your rest on your shoulders. You felt so floaty with his lips on yours, he was better than any drug you had every tried and even more intoxicating. The way his lips moved against yours made your knees feel weak, you just couldn’t get enough.

Removing your lips sadly from his after what felt like hours, your breath was shaky and rushed, so was his. You pulled him close, going on your tiptoes to rest your head in the crook of his neck and you whispered quietly, “we’ll make ‘us’ work, Michael.” He kissed the top of your head lovingly before wrapping his arms around your waist. He was going to make you two work out, even if it was the last thing he did.

[fruitcoops]

I just reread that one thing you wrote where Kasey found out Remus wasn't innocent by accidentally reading the message, and now I need the rest of the team finding out that Remus is the kinky one and Sirius just grinning so fucking smugly cos out of all the players, he's the one that gets the kinky fiancé (like Kasey said at the end of the thing) 😂🥰💙

Valentine’s Day Part 2! This is the follow-up to the spicy Coops from earlier--hope you enjoy! Sweater Weather credit goes to @lumosinlove!

TW for hickeys, friendly chirping, and implied smut on many accounts

Sirius had never dreaded going to practice more. He could hardly sit down, and the hickeys that freckled his body and ringed his thighs showed no sign of going away anytime soon. Part of him—a very, very, very small part—wished Remus had gone a little easier, but the rest of him still got a thrill of excitement whenever he saw the marks.

The locker room was quiet when they entered; Sirius tried to hide his slight limp, but he noticed Logan’s wince as he bent to grab his bag off the floor. Kasey lowered himself onto his bench with a slow breath, and even James fiddled with the edge of his shirt instead of pulling it off.

“Loops, you seem to be in good shape,” Finn said with a half-laugh. Remus cleared his throat and, sighing, pulled his shirt off. There was a low whistle. “Damn. Never mind. I guess you’ll be breaking out the turtlenecks, eh?”

Remus’ courage seemed to reassure the others, and within a few minutes most of the shirts and pants had come off, revealing hickey patterns over just about all of them. The chatter started up again, then went dead silent when Sirius removed his own shirt. Talker snorted. “How’re you feeling, Cap? Do we need to get Loops a mouthguard, or…?”

Sirius shot him a mock-glare as he pulled his pads on and a ripple of quiet snickering washed through the room, then died down as Kasey slid his sweats off his legs and revealed a whole fucking handprint on his thigh. “Yeah, yeah, I know,” he huffed. “Haha, very funny.”

Be a good captain, be a good captain, be a good captain—“You’re in good company, Bliz.” He steeled himself and tugged his own pants off, reaching for his under armor and pointedly ignoring the four different jaws that hit the floor.

James leaned over and smacked Remus on the head with his glove. “Dude!”

“Ow! What?”

“Are you trying to eat him alive?” When Remus hesitated, James hit him again. “Bad Loops!”

“Alright, we’re all adults here,” Sirius interrupted. “It was Valentine’s Day, things happened to everyone. Let’s all agree not to speak of what we see in the locker room today, okay?” There were a few murmurs of agreement. “Okay?”

“Yes, Cap,” they chorused.

“Good talk.”

Ten minutes later, Arthur knocked on the doorway and poked his head in. “Hey, guys. It has come to my attention that yesterday was Valentine’s Day, so I wanted to apologize if I interrupted any plans you may have had. That being said, this is a professional team—Potter, what’s on your hip?”

James swallowed hard. “Nothing, Coach.”

“Are you hurt?” Across the room, Leo stifled his laughter in his elbow. “I can call Hestia—”

“It’s, uh, a bite mark,” James said at last, staring at the floor.

Arthur’s eyebrows rose. “Excuse me?”

“A bite mark. From my wife.” He shrugged his jersey on and grimaced a little. “I thought we would have two days for it to go away.”

Arthur’s eyes flickered around the room and settled on Logan. “Tremblay, you’re favoring your left leg.”

“Yes, Coach.”

“You’re not hurt, either?”

“Nope.”

And then Arthur’s gaze fell on Sirius. “Cap. Your ankle’s not causing that scowl, is it?”

“No, Coach, it’s not.”

Arthur sighed and glanced down at his clipboard. “Holy fuck.”

“Yes, it was,” Dumo said under his breath with a smirk. Both Logan and Sirius turned to him in abject horror.

“Everyone, stand up.” Arthur ran a hand down his face as they all shakily got to their feet; Sirius bit his lip and leaned on the side of his stall for balance. Oh, Lupin, I hope you’re proud of yourself. There was a beat of silence before he shook his head. “Practice is called off, seeing as half of you apparently got laid so good you can’t walk. I expect you to work twice as hard on Monday, alright?”

“Yes, Coach,” they said in unison.

Arthur took a last look at them and a smile twitched at his mouth, then devolved into full-blown chuckling. “Oh, fuck, this is the funniest thing I’ve ever seen. Good for you, boys. Happy Valentine’s Day.”

They could still hear him laughing as he walked down the hall and immediately began stripping their gear off with sighs of relief. Logan outright groaned as he pulled his sweats back on and Sirius saw Leo’s pupils dilate. “Easy there, Knut,” he teased. Leo made a face. “What, you don’t have a comeback? That’s a first.”

“I’m taking a day off,” Leo rasped.

Finn went vibrant red and Kasey’s eyes got huge. “You good, baby rookie?”

“A-okay.” Leo gave him a thumbs-up and took a long drink of water. “It was worth it.”

“Yeah, I bet,” Remus muttered with a sly grin.

“Oh, you are in no place to talk—”

“At least I can talk!”

“At least he’s got his thighs intact, unlike some people!” James cut in.

Kasey raised his eyebrows. “Should I give Lily a call and ask for details? I’m sure she’s got a real fun story for us.”

“Should I give Nat a call and ask how her hand is doing?” he countered.

“What happened to being adults about this?” Sirius asked as he zipped his bag up. “Because if we’re forgoing that, I’d love to see Logan try and sit down.”

Logan narrowed his eyes and tilted his chin toward Sirius’ legs. “I’m three seconds away from asking how those lines got so crisp. Try me, Cap."

Talker whistled. “Low blow.”

“No, a low blow would be calling my sister and asking if she’s currently at her own apartment,” Logan said smoothly, though he fixed Talker with a look that could curdle milk. “Watch it.”

“It’s times like these that I’m grateful none of you want to know about my sex life,” Dumo said as he stood. “Because last night was—”

“No!” half the locker room shouted at the same time. Packing was quick after that—nobody wanted to stick around any longer than necessary and risk being chirped for their various kink giveaways. Sirius practically broke the speed of sound while he changed back into his cozy pants.

Logan caught up to him just as they were leaving the locker room with a devilish smile. “So, was it garters or thigh highs?” he muttered, keeping his eyes on their respective partners up ahead.

“None of your business, you nosy little shit.”

“I’m guessing thigh highs.”

“And I’ve got several guesses for why Leo can’t get more than three words out, but unlike you, I know how to hold my tongue.”

“Were they comfortable?”

Sirius sighed through his nose. “Very.”

“Hmm. I might have to get some of my own.”

He actually laughed aloud at that—Remus and Finn glanced back, confused. “You’re already having trouble walking, mon frère. Let’s not make it worse on you.”

“Hey!” Logan jogged a bit to keep up as Sirius increased his pace, both wincing a little. “I would look fucking incredible!”

“Not as good as I did.”

“What are we talking about?” Leo asked, falling back to join the conversation.

“Knutty, I’d look good in thigh highs, right?” Logan demanded. Finn choked on air and Leo’s eyes went a little unfocused at the thought. “Right?”

“Point proven,” Sirius said with a smirk, ruffling his hair. “See you Monday!”

“I’d look better than you!” he called after Sirius.

“Oh, no you wouldn’t!” Remus shot back, tucking his hand in Sirius’ pocket as they headed for the door.

[deepdonutkid]

Buy me a drink and let me tell you why I need it

Authors note

Thank you very much for the request    @caelys​ I had fun writing it and actually I thought about modern!au John way too much. Like I made a model for his apartment and a playlist and I could possibly draw ten more fan arts of him.

It takes place in a modern setting, but it starts before John goes to the military. He and Tommy still work in the Garrison, besides some other shadier jobs. Arthur is a car mechanic or something like that. Ada still goes to school and Finn too. Polly and Michael are not mentioned here.

Female reader x bartender!John BIG PUNK VIBES HERE!

Actually, this was going to be a multi-chapter fic with intense slow-burn, but whatever there it is. Just say one thing and I’ll write a second part!

tagging  @bonniesgoldengirl​

 Warning: drinking, drug use, marijuana, swearing, infidelity mentioned, a little bittersweet

Word count: 2348

 The garrison was not a pub for everyone. It was full of gangsters and other low-life scum. A woman was a curiosity. Working there wasn’t pleasant, but John didn’t complain.

It was the only legal job he got after graduating. He worked at the Garrison twice a week, usually on Friday and Saturday.

The nice thing about this work was the free beer and he could make as many cigarette breaks as he liked.

Nevertheless, John was a little pissed that night, because he could see his friends drinking over there and he had to stand behind the counter. Tommy’s orders!

“Fuck off, Tommy”, he mumbled while cleaning bar. Of course, his brother didn’t hear that, he was busy making some phone calls. John didn’t want to know, who Tommy was calling or why. Probably their next job.

But while he was still on the first one, he didn’t want to think about more work. He already had enough. It was past ten and John hadn’t eaten for hours.

At first, he was to occupied from his work to notice you. You sat down at the bar and cleared your throat. It wasn’t on purpose or to get the bartenders attention. Actually, you just wanted your peace. You hated being trapped in your new apartment, while everything was still so empty. Since you moved, so much changed in your life, but you still felt lonely.

That’s why, you walked straight into the nearest pub, when you couldn’t bear the weight of your own thoughts. But now you realized you hadn’t a penny left. Or at least not enough for a beer. “Get me a glass of water please.”, you said to the bartender, who kept starring at you. First you thought he was a little weird and also a little intimidating, but then you understood what he expected from you. An order, of course.

“A glass of water?”, he asked with a grin on his face: “Really? You know, where you are, girl?”

Now you looked confused. Maybe there was an unspoken rule, to not order a soft drink in this place, but how you should know? After all, you’ve been pretty new to Small Heath. Three days ago you moved into your new place. It was small, but it was yours. Your private space and your sanctuary. “A pub… maybe?”, you joked: “So what about the water?”

“Ah, I get it… It’s the end of month.”, he responded.

You laughed and shook your head. “I’m always broke. Money is not my thing.”

“Not mine either.”

Now he got your attention. You took a closer look at the bartender. He was somehow handsome. A pretty face for a fucked-up place like this. Then you noticed the tattoos on his arms, that peaked out of the sleeves of his shirt. “Dead Kennedys. Nice”, you mumbled and smiled slightly, barely visible.

He put a filled glass in front of you and smirked. “No need to pay.”

Your eyes widened. That bartender really surprised you. He was nicer than he looked like. You took a sip from the glass and nodded. “Thanks… I guess.”

The water was okay, but everything you wished for was a beer or a whiskey. Something to stop your brain from thinking. However, you nipped the glass very patiently, because you didn’t want to leave this place too soon. You didn’t know the neighborhood and chances were high, you got lost on your way around town.

The bartender seemed to notice your tension. “Do you want to drink something else?”

“A beer would be nice.” You croaked

The handsome man behind the bar nodded and pulled out a pint. “A beer, it is.”

You didn’t know it yet, but you were the only thing tonight, that made his work bearable. Everything else was so boring and you were new in town. Every little thing about you was so exciting for him. Staring with the fact that you stumbled into the Garrison without knowing its reputation. Then your little comment about his shirt, yes, he heard that. And your overall appearance was just the cherry on top.

The leather jacket, the ripped jeans and your washed-out Kurt Cobain shirt said a lot about you and John was ready to listen. What else should he do in the next couple of hours until his shift ended?  

“I’m John.”, he said and served you a beer.

You noticed the twinkle with his eye and replied with a shy smile. “Just call me Y/n”

The two of you shook hands and exchanged a strange glance. Was he flirting with you? No, of course not, you brushed it off. It was part of his job, to be nice to his customers.

After a few sips of your beer, you calmed down a bit, but not enough. You fumbled in the inside pocket of your jacket for your package. You smoked Dunhill and probably started way to early in life. An end of your smoking addiction was not in sight. The package was already half empty, when you opened it.

“Fuck” you cursed and signed. How could you make it to your next pay check with just a few cigarettes left? Maybe skip dinner a few times.

“Cigarettes are empty too?” he asked “I would give you one of mine, but they are empty too.”

“No, I still have some left, but not enough until July. Maybe not even enough for the rest of this night.”, you explained.

You took two out of the package and put it back. “Want one? I don’t have money, but at least I still have something to smoke.”

“Whatcha smoking?” “Dunhill”, you answered.

A wide grin appeared on his face. “Me too.”

“I know, I shouldn’t… but I just can’t quit.” You shrugged and lit your cigarette.

John brushed it off. “Fuck em. I think, I’m never gonna quit too. This shit just stays with you forever.”

“True”, you signed and took a deep drag from your cigarette.

“So… why am I the only girl in this place? Is there something I should know?”

“Nah, not really. It’s just…”, he began to explain, but then paused to smoke. You liked how he leaned against the counter. Like there was no cooler person in this room. “I don’t know… most women don’t like it here. Too filthy or whatever.”

You nodded and looked around. Everything smelled like ashtray and whiskey. There was dirt lying around. Nobody seemed to bother, so you chose not to either.

“And you are new in Birmingham?”, he asked: “All the locals know to stay away from this place.”

Again, you nodded and hid your smile behind your hand. “I just grabbed my bass and some clothes and left.”

“Bass?” Now, John was hooked. Since he could walk and talk, he had a thing for music. Especially rock and punk and he blabber about his favorite bands all day. Of course, he never learned to play an instrument, because his family was too poor, but he stole every record he could lay hands on. “You play bass?”

“Yeah, I can also play guitar, but I sold mine to get here. I started playing in a band now and I really hope this is going to work out… somehow.”, you explained

“Maybe.”, he said: “I can ask Harry, if you can play here. Live music would be great.”

You beamed and jumped almost over the counter. “Really?”

“But I need to listen to a song first. Otherwise, I can’t do it with good conscience.”

“Yeah, sure thing! When I get the promo tape, I’ll come back here.” Finally, some good news for you. After all you went though you really needed that and right now you just couldn’t stop smiling.

Three beers later, you were already in an in-depth discussion about music and which bands paved the way for punk.

After six more beers, you danced to the song he put on. John watched you with the purest joy. Nobody has ever danced in the Garrison. Good for him, that Tommy left, because “something important” occurred.

On beer twelve you sang for all the man to watch. The Shelby just could take his eyes off you, even when you didn’t hit the right tone.

He even caught you, when you fell over the counter.

But in the end the bar had to close and you still had nowhere to go, so you waited for him to finish his work. It took twice as long, because John kept staring at you in awe.

After everything was done, he asked, if he should walk you home and you agreed. Actually, you didn’t say yes, you hugged him and rubbed your cheek against his. Then you made a purring sound and told him your address.

You even hold hands with him, but that was mainly, because you were to drunk to walk straight. But you had plenty of time to sober up along the way.

Finally arriving at the front door, you had to stop laughing and catch a breath to manage to say something. “Do you…”, you began and paused, because you didn’t know how to phrase it.

Without hesitation he answered: “Yes! Yes… I mean, it would be cool.”

And again, you started laughing. “I was about to ask, if you want to watch the stars on my rooftop, but I didn’t know you were going to be so excited about this.”

He scratched his neck and chuckled. “Yeah, we were talking about the same thing.”

“Oh honey, I’m taken”, you explained

That last three words crumbled his hopes, that have been build up since you walked into the Garrison.

But he was a gentleman and he shouldn’t expect anything from a woman. After all, you don’t owe him anything. Even though he thought you were flirting with him the entire night.

He just bit his lip and shrugged. “No problem here.”

Then he added: “But we might not see the stars though all the smog and light pollution.”

“Let’s give it a try.” you opened the door and smiled.

You took the steps up to your apartment, John followed you closely. When the two of you entered the small flat, everything was still dark. The alarm clock next to your mattress said four in the morning.

John was so curious, when he looked around. “You really didn’t lie, when you said, you just took you bass and nothing more.”

“Yup”, you mumbled and walked to a pile of clothes. “Do you want to smoke one with me?”

When you pulled out the joint, John grinned at you. His cheeks were still red. “Why not?”

Climbing out of your window and onto the roof sounded way easier than it turned out to be.

But the view was great, and that was enough.

You lit the joint and inhaled the white smoke, just to blow it out again.

“No stars in sight, babe”, he noted while looking up

He was right, but you were still glad, that he came up here with you. You feared the moment of being alone again. “Yes, but the view… is amazing.”

You didn’t notice, he was glaring at you when he said: “Yeah, it really is.”

Then you turned to him to pass him the joint.

John took one drag and coughed. “That shit’s strong.”

At first you tried not to laugh, but ended up giggling anyway.

“What?”, he asked with blunt curiosity.

When you calmed down, you had to tell him the joke that just crossed your mind: “I like my weed like my sex… keeps me paralyzed for a while.”

That was the last thing he thought he would hear from you. He would believe his ears, if he hadn’t starred at your lips the entire time. “Uhm, okay.”, he whispered and hit the joint one more time.

The longer you sat there with him, the more comfortable you two got. After talking the whole night about music and artists and stuff, you finally opened up.

You told him why you left your home town and moved to Birmingham.

And he told you in return something you would have expected either. “Just a few more months and I’ll be in the military.”

John didn’t look like a soldier or somebody who took pride in defending his country. You couldn’t understand, how a wonderful guy like him ended up serving the forces. It just didn’t seem to fit in. But then again, you knew him for a few hours now, so who are you to judge?

“I’m scared”, he whispered: “that nobody but my family will write me… and I’m going to be all alone in the middle of nowhere.”

That feeling was all too familiar for you. Your heart ached, when you glared at him. “I write you.”, you promised. “And phone you and what else.”

“You would?” His voice was full of doubt. “We don’t know each other really.”

It was true, but you always kept your promises. You moved closer to him, to hold his hand and look him in the eyes. “I would. I know this feeling too well.”

For one second you thought he was going to kiss you, and you were ready. The drumroll played, like it always did, when the first touch of two pairs of lips, unknown to each other, was close. But the drumroll was all you were going to get tonight. You kept staring at his beautiful mouth and how would it feel, when his lips meet yours. Infidelity has never been your thing and you would stay true to yourself, even when the chance was so tempting.

“Can you hold me?”, you asked, while avoiding his eyes. You felt pathetic for being so needy in front of a stranger, so you added: “Just for a while.”

John didn’t answer. He didn’t have to. Instead, he just pulled you in arms and stroke your back.

The two of you felt all alone in this broken world, but right there you met and became friends. What a weird thing to happen.

[starlightaxolotl]

With Friends Like This

Happy 10th anniversary! Have some au where Lloyd never got kicked out of Darkley’s because Brad and Gene worked hard to keep him there. 

mention of vomit but no actual vomit.

Lloyd flopped down on his bed, tossing the stack of flash cards beside himself. "Brad, tell me I'm not hopeless." Their final exam in Mastermind Philosophy was in the morning, and even after quizzing himself for hours, Lloyd was no closer to understanding the different options in evil philosophies. He pushed his bangs out of his eyes, turning his head towards Brad.

Brad spat toothpaste out of his mouth, rinsing his toothbrush. "I don't think you're hopeless. We just need to find a way to make the material stick. Short of literally gluing the answers to your desk." Brad paused, looking back at Lloyd. "What if we sneak into the classroom and do that? Wouldn't that count as evil?" He laughed a bit.

With a sigh, Lloyd shook his head. "That won't work. It isn't evil enough to excuse cheating. We need to find a way to-" The door of their dorm room opened, and Gene walked in with a thick stack of books in his arms. Lloyd sat up. "Please tell me that you've got some way to help me pass-some neurotic device or something to remember the six branches of thought or-"

Gene slammed the books down on his desk. "Shut up, Garmadon. First, it's pneumonic device. Second, you think I went to study with Finn because I value my friendship with him?" Gene rolled his eyes, holding up a rolled up and sealed piece of parchment. "I went because I was asking him for a memory spell. For you. Not that he knows that."

Finn hated Lloyd. It was a known fact throughout every grade in the school. The first day of school, Finn had drawn Lloyd's name as his mortal enemy assignment and he took the assignment to heart. He had made every move possible to create a miserable school year for Lloyd.

First it had been little things, helping Brad prank Lloyd by putting fire ants in his bed. Then it had become stealing his things and either destroying or hiding them. Lloyd had just given Brad all his school supplies to keep safe. Then it had become doing everything in his power to get Lloyd out of the school either by expulsion or in a body bag. Either would make Finn happy, Lloyd was pretty sure.

Lloyd hopped off his bed, bounding over to see the spell. "How does it work?"

Gene held it out of Lloyd's reach, which wasn't hard considering his recent growth spurt gave him at least five inches over Lloyd. "First, we'll tape it to you in the morning. Under your sleeve of your writing hand. For now, we need to get the knowledge written down on the paper. I have the best handwriting, so I'll fill it out with all my notes and from the study guide." Gene set the parchment down and began to unroll it.

Lloyd and Brad beamed. Lloyd practically skipped around their room to grab his toothbrush. "Gene if this works, I owe you uh...uh..."

"Your desserts for a week?" Gene teased, knowing just how much those meant to him.

Lloyd bit his lip and then sighed. "Yeah, that sounds fair."

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Lloyd had to think to not roll up his sleeves after lunch the next day, which was hard given how warm the day was. He looked at Brad as he pulled out flashcards, handing them over. They had ten minutes until the test. "Quiz me!"

Brad laughed, shaking his head. "You've got this, Lloyd. Trust me, I've quizzed you enough. It's gonna be fine." Regardless, he took the flash cards and shuffled through them. "Okay, give me the villainous philosophy where the focus is on the big picture, focused on painting in big strokes as opposed to short sighted, pettier criminals."

Lloyd felt a burn on his arm, and the words came to his tongue like a shot of lightning. "Visionary Villainy."

Brad beamed. "So it's working?"

Lloyd nodded, rubbing his arms. The burning sensation hadn't gone away yet. He kept his voice quiet. "It kinda hurts."

"Well you only have to keep it on to take the test, as soon as you can get to the bathroom and tear it off, it'll be done with." Brad said with a kind smile. He closed his locker and walked with Lloyd to the classroom.

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By the time the test was over, Lloyd's arm felt like it was on fire. It was somehow worse than the fire ants, maybe because of how concentrated it was, maybe because of the general itchiness of the tape and the heat of his sweater.

Lloyd winced as he peeled it off his arm, biting down on his lip painfully as the paper pulled at his skin, the tape practically melted. Under it, the skin was painfully red and the words looked half-burned into the skin. Lloyd wanted to cry, and gasped as he ripped it away fully, dropping it into the toilet bowl to flush it.

It stung so bad. There was no way Lloyd could put his sleeves back down, but there was no way to explain away the burn marks left behind by the spell.

Lloyd heard the bathroom door open and bit down on his lip as he reached for the toilet paper to make it sound like he had been using the bathroom. Someone knocked on the stall door, and Lloyd's voice cracked. "Occupied!"

"It's me." Brad's voice was quiet. "You looked like you were dying to get out of there, teach sent me after you. What's wrong?"

Lloyd dropped the toilet paper wad, and unlocked the door to show his arm to Brad. Brad let out a low whistle. "That's bad."

"Uh-huh." Lloyd felt numb everywhere except for his arm. "I can't hide it it hurts too much."

Brad chewed his lip, and then looked at Lloyd. "Then go back to the dorm room. I'll cover for you. Say Gene and I put an emetic in your food at lunch and you're puking your guts up."

Lloyd smiled half-heartedly. "You'd do that for me?"

"What are friends for?"

[rubysunnday]

Eighteen

Summary: your eighteenth birthday is not at all what you hoped for

Turning 18 was a big deal to you. It meant freedom and finally being allowed in on the family business. You were hoping for a party at the garrison, just the Shelby’s and some drinks.

Instead you got a fancy business party at Tommy’s house because apparently they’d all forgotten it was today.

Because you’d been born 12 minutes earlier than Finn - something he refused to admit - and you’d been born at 11:59 whereas Finn had been born the next morning.

You usually celebrated your birthdays together but this year you’d decide to have two party’s separately, one for you and one for Finn.

Except yours had turned into business and you were being made to dance and chat up men. When all you wanted to do was dance and drink with your brothers all night.

“I hate him,” you muttered to Esme, swallowing the wine in your glass. “He knew it was today. He knew, yet he goes and fucking does this.”

“I would suggest leaving,” Esme said, “but I think you’d get caught before you get to the door.”

“Yup,” you grumbled, glaring at your oblivious brother. “It’s not like I wanted a fucking unicorn or anything. Just a night out with my family. Didn’t realise that was so difficult to do.”

“He’s looking at you,” Esme whispered.

“I know,” you replied back, trying not to make eye contact with Tommy. “And he wants me to mingle.” You groaned, slamming to glass down into the table and standing up. “Why have I got to fucking mingle? Why not do it yourself, you fucking prick.”

“Have fun,” Esme sang and you very unsubtly flipped her off. You weaved your way through the crowd of people, smiling and greeting people you barely knew.

“Y/N, Right?” Someone asked and you turned around, smiling.

“The one and only,” you joked, accepting the mans hand. “I’m sorry, I’m terrible with names -“

“Mark,” the man said, kissing your hand. “My fathers a good friend of Tommy’s.” He handed you a drink and you accepted it, taking a sip. Mark smiled as the band began playing a lively jazz piece. “Care to dance?”

You didn’t want to dance. Not with ‘Mark’. Not in the dress you’d bought for your birthday. But you had to keep Tommy happy.

“Of course,” you replied, forcing a smile to your face.

Mark walked you into the centre of the room and you caught Tommy watching you carefully from where he was talking to someone with Grace.

It wasn’t the first time you’d danced with someone who probably just wanted to sleep with you. Lizzie has given you advice on getting out of it, which you’d used more times than you’d like to count. The dancing Mark was doing was very...hands on. He wasn’t a bad dancer but his hands kept wandering. He had no concept of boundaries and didn’t seem to realise you were only 17.

You turned 18 in less than forty minutes.

Even though it was only ten minutes, your time dancing with Mark seemed to go on and on. The band ended the soon and you took a step back from Mark, sweaty and dizzy.

“Want to get some fresh air?” He asked.

You had no idea why you said yes. But you nodded and he guided you out the room, a hand tight on your arm. You caught Esme and Linda watching you leave and knew they’d follow you, just in case.

You weren’t quite sure where Mark was taking you. He was dragging you down different corridors, all of which you recognised but couldn’t quite remember where they were in relation to the hall.

Eventually he pushed you outside and you stumbled onto the patio. You looked at Mark and knew something was wrong.

“Your father isn’t a friend of Tommy’s, is he?” You asked and Mark smirked.

“No. But he’s in there, right now, telling your family how they’re the reason you’re dead! All because of your brother,” Mark snarled and you internally groaned.

“Let me guess, you’re going to kidnap me and threaten him?”

“No.” Mark pulled out a gun and your heart stopped. “I’m going to kill you and throw your body down at his feet.”

Everything was suddenly a lot colder and quieter. Your eyes focused on the barrel of the weapon that was about to kill you. Minutes before you got to turn 18, you would be dead.

“Y/N, get down!”

You didn’t hesitate. You threw yourself onto the ground as two guns fired. One hit you in the arm, the other hit Mark straight in the forehead. Your ears were ringing and you barely registered what was happening as Isaiah crouched down in front of you.

“You ok?” He asked and you nodded, accepting his outstretched hand. He killed you to your feet and you suddenly wanted to cry. Not because of nearly dying. But because your 18th was so fucked up.

“How did you know I was out here?” You asked quietly as Isaiah checked that Mark was definitely dead.

“Esme and Linda made me come and check on you,” Isaiah replied. “Concerned.”

“They’re not even blood yet they’ve shown me more concern tonight than any of my fucking family,” you muttered.

“Your arms bleeding,” Isaiah said softly but you waved him off as you sat down on the patio steps.

“I don’t care.”

Isaiah sat down next to you. He pulled out two cigarettes, offering one to you. You accepted it and let him light it for you. As the two of you sat there, Isaiah handed you a flask of whiskey and you took a sip before puffing on your cigarette again.

“What time is it?” You asked quietly, exhaling the smoke.

“11:59,” Isaiah replied, putting his watch away.

“Happy 18th to me,” you said quietly, taking a long drag of your cigarette. You followed it by taking a long drink from the flask.

“I know this isn’t how you wanted it to go,” Isaiah said, putting an arm around you.

“Eh, why am I surprised. He always manages to fuck everything up somehow.”

“We talking about Tommy?” Finn asked as he sat down on your other side, ignoring the dead body behind you.

“Why are you here?” You asked, unintentionally leaning into your twin.

“Some crazed lunatic in the ballroom started saying you were dead,” Finn replied nonchalantly. “Everyone’s rubbing around trying to find you. So, naturally I nicked a gramophone and thought we could continue the party out here.”

Despite the seriousness of the situation, you burst out laughing.

“Come on then,” you said, pulling Finn to his feet. “Dance with me.”

The three of you began a weird dance to the jazz music. You were being twirled around by the boys, them taking turns to dip you and spin you around. Isaiah lifted you up into the air and you squealed, laughing as he spun.

Suddenly, the patio doors swung open and Tommy, Arthur, John and Michael marched through, stopping suddenly at the dead body. Isaiah put you down as Tommy, who looked like he was about to throw up, looked between you and the dead body.

“Yeah, I’m fine,” you told him, leaning against Isaiah.

Tommy said nothing. He just ran forward and lifted you up, holding you tightly against him.

“I’m so sorry,” he whispered. “I’m so sorry.”

“He got a right chewing out from Esme,” Michael time you, catching sight of your confused face.

You smiled softly. Esme always had your back. “It’s alright, Tom,” you told him. “I’m fine.”

“It’s not alright, y/n, I fucked up your birthday and you nearly died,” Tommy said and you could hear his voice crack.

“But, I’m still here, I’m fine.”

“If you ignore the bullet hole in your arm.”

“ISAIAH!” You yelled as Tommy froze, putting you back down on the ground. “Fuck’s sake, man.”

“Where?” John asked, coming over.

You sighed, turning so that John could see the blood spilling down your arm. “Thanks, Is.”

“Welcome,” he smirked and you nearly punched him but John had a tight grip on your arm.

“Let’s go inside, Esme can fix it up,” John said, turning you around and pushing you in the door.

-

“Ow,” You hissed.

“Stop moving then,” Esme snapped as she stitched your arm up.

Tommy had kicked everyone except family out and the hall was empty. You were sat at a table having Esme sew your arm back together whilst Isaiah tried to fix the gramophone he’d somehow broken carrying back inside.

“Are you sure you’re alright?” Tommy asked.

“For the thousandth time, I am fine, Tom,” you said dramatically and Finn snorted next to you.

“I’m sorry this wasn’t what you wanted,” Grace said softly as she handed you a drink.

“It’s turning out to be better than anything I could’ve wanted,” you replied, smiling.

You jumped as jazz music suddenly filled the room.

“Aha!” Isaiah yelled and you rolled your eyes.

“I still don’t quite get how you broke it in the first place!” You called and Isaiah shrugged.

“He’s an idiot, that’s how,” Finn muttered and Isaiah threw a napkin at his head.

”You two should dance together,” you said and Finn instantly stood up and walked over to Isaiah, the two doing a weird jive to the music.

“And I’m scarred,” Ada muttered from behind you and you giggled.

Tommy appeared at your side and you learnt into him, resting your head against his side.

“Happy birthday, sweetheart,” he said softly, kissing your head.

“Thanks, Tommy.” You spotted Isaiah heading towards you and shook your head. “Nope, not happening. Not after last time!” You shrieked as Isaiah lifted you up off the ground and swung you around.

“She’s going to be alright, Tom,” Arthur said quietly from his brothers side.

“I know, Arthur, I know.”

Tommy just didn’t want you to grow up. Not yet.

[petersasteria]

168 Hours - Haz Osterfield (12)

Pairing: Haz x Reader

Haz Osterfield Masterlist ||  Ultimate Masterlist || 168 Hours Masterlist

DISCLAIMER:  *This is a work of fiction. Names, characters, businesses, places, events, locales, and incidents are either the products of the author’s imagination or used in a fictitious manner. Any resemblance to actual persons, living or dead, or actual events is purely coincidental.*

𝐒𝐮𝐦𝐦𝐚𝐫𝐲: In which your son’s wish comes true and it turns horrible. Now, he has to fix it in 168 hours.

Special thanks to: @blueleatherbag​​ and @dudethisvoid​​ for being so helpful

This is the longest chapter here so far.

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𝐈𝐭 has been one hundred and twenty hours out of one hundred and sixty-eight. Harley and Amadis' mission only has forty-eight hours left. In mortal time, they've consumed five days out of seven which means they only have two days left.

Amadis has been stuck in Prague for three days now. He was glad that Saint Christopher and Saint Thomas Aquinas were accompanying him. If not, he'd feel insane going on this Prague mission alone.

"So, what's our plan today?" Saint Christopher asks as he likes Saint Agnes' photo on Instagram. Saint Thomas Aquinas looks over and nods, "God has favorites, I swear."

"I know right!" Saint Christopher huffs.

"It's unfair, dude." Saint Thomas Aquinas rolls his eyes. "He says he loves us equally and that we were made in His image and likeness. But why aren't some of us as good looking as the other?"

"I'm sure God has reasons." Amadis chimes in. "Anyway, we'll be going back to London tomorrow so that it's not suspicious."

"What do you mean?" Saint Christopher asks.

"Tom Holland flies back to London today. It would be suspicious because if I left the same day Tom left. I went to Prague the same day Tom went and that's enough coincidences." Amadis explains. The two saints just shrug and continued on beating boredom by being on their phone.

"Ugh, I hate cyan!!" Saint Thomas Aquinas huffs. He looks at Saint Christopher and Amadis and says, "I'm playing this game called 'Among Us'. Download it so we can all play."

Saint Christopher and Amadis look at each other and shrug. What have they go to lose? They're bored, anyway. So, they download the game.

𝐇𝐄𝐀𝐓𝐇𝐑𝐎𝐖 𝐀𝐈𝐑𝐏𝐎𝐑𝐓, 𝐋𝐎𝐍𝐃𝐎𝐍, 𝐄𝐍𝐆𝐋𝐀𝐍𝐃, 𝐔𝐊

Thomas Stanley Holland arrives at the airport with his best mate, Brad Simpson.

"Are you sure you don't want a ride, mate? Y/N isn't here." Brad states as he looks around for the girl. Tom sighs, but reassuringly smiles at his best friend, "It's alright. She's just running late. Traffic sucks, you know."

Brad nods, "That's true. I hate it. Anyway, I'll see you soon."

"See ya!"

They give each other a quick hug before Brad gets in his car. Tom waves a goodbye before he looks around for Y/N and pulls out his phone to text her.

"I'll just wait for her for five minutes. She's just late." Tom whispers to himself. Alas, five minutes have passed. Five turned to ten and ten turned to fifteen. As time passed, Tom has been staying at the airport for one hour now.

Tom huffs and angrily strides to where the taxis are. However, Tom isn't aware of the line as he walks straight up front and tells the person in charge, "I want a taxi. Now. Make it snappy."

"You want a taxi?"

"Yes. I believe that's what I said. Don't make me repeat things." Tom rolls his eyes and fixes his coat.

"Get in line, then." The man says as he points at the line behind Tom. Tom looks at the line behind him and his jaw drops at the long line.

"Oi, you heard the man. Get in line, mate!"

"I beg your pardon?" Tom gasps.

"Back in the line, cunt!" One shouts from the back.

Tom holds his head up high as he walks to the back of the line. He has never been so embarrassed in his entire life. He feels humiliated and by the time he reaches the end of the line, his face is all red from shame.

A few minutes later, he finally gets a taxi going to the city. He checks his phone only to see no texts from Y/N. He clenches his jaw and puts his phone in his pocket.

Thirty minutes later, he arrives at the city. He pays for the ride and gets out. Now, he didn't know where to go. He looks around and he realizes that he doesn't know how to get home.

"I'm fucking screwed."

𝐏𝐑𝐀𝐆𝐔𝐄

"Who the hell is the impostor??" Saint Christopher mutters under his breath as he plays 'Among Us' on his phone.

Saint Thomas Aquinas holds back his laughter and continues to play the game. Amadis focuses on the game and sighs when the impostor kills him.

"Aight, I'm dead." Amadis announces. "My body is in the storage room." After he says that, his phone starts ringing. Amadis looks at his phone and his eyes widen, "It's the big guns upstairs!"

"No way-!" Saint Christopher shouts.

"I know right! He never calls me!" Amadis panics.

"I can't believe I got killed in the game!" Saint Christopher groans. "And I especially can't believe Saint Thomas A. killed me!"

The saint just looks at him with a devious smile, "I had to do what I had to do and Amadis, if I were you, I'd answer the call."

Amadis sighs and answers the phone, "Hi God!"

"Let's switch to FaceTime." God says.

"He-"

"I gave that Tom Holland kid one hell of a karma." God says. "He doesn't know how to commute and stuff."

"Oh. Thanks, God." Amadis says.

"No problem. How's Prague?" God asks, fully invested in their mission. Amadis looks up from his phone to see the two saints learning the dance to 'Ice Cream' by BLACKPINK and Selena Gomez.

Amadis looks back on his phone where God is waiting for a response, "We're good. How's heaven?"

God shrugs, "We're alright up here."

𝐀𝐍𝐆𝐄𝐋𝐒' 𝐀𝐏𝐀𝐑𝐓𝐌𝐄𝐍𝐓, 𝐋𝐎𝐍𝐃𝐎𝐍, 𝐄𝐍𝐆𝐋𝐀𝐍𝐃, 𝐔𝐊

"You got everything already?" Harrison asks as he watches Y/N walk around to check if she has everything. Y/N looks at him and nods, "Yeah. I guess I should get going now. Sorry I can't babysit Harley with you today."

"I can't babysit him either." Harrison sighs. "Timmy's watching him, though. Harley's excited."

"That's good to hear!" Y/N grins. "I'll go now."

"Alright." Harrison says. She walks up to him and gives him a hug, "It was a pleasure babysitting Harley with you."

He hugs back and smiles, "Likewise."

"Hugging without me, I see." Harley jokes. He joins the hug and frowns when he realizes that he may never see Y/N again. As if reading his mind, Y/N pulls away and kisses Harley's forehead, "I'll see you soon, alright? You're not getting rid of me anytime soon."

"But what about that man on th-"

"Harley." Harrison interrupts and gives Harley a pointed look as if telling him to stop it. Harley looks at him and changes the topic, "I'll see you soon!"

Y/N smiles, gets her bags and leaves. Harrison turns to Harley and asks, "Alright, are you ready to hang out with Timothée?"

"Yup!" Harley grins and grabs the allowance envelope from the table where Harrison placed it earlier this morning when Finn dropped it off.

"Good! Let's go!" Harrison takes his bag and leaves with Harley. The two of them exit the apartment building and walk to a café not too far from the apartment.

"Timmy works here, but it's his day off today." Harrison tells Harley as they enter the fancy café. Harley looks around in awe and stares at the display case with all the pastries he couldn't pronounce and never heard of.

"Psst!" Timothée says quietly and motions for Harrison to come over. Harrison smiles and taps Harley's shoulder before pointing at Timothée. The two of them walk to where Timothée is and they sit with him in the booth.

"Good afternoon, gentlemen." Timothée says in a posh accent. "I'm a wealthy and posh man sitting here in a posh café, waiting for my equally wealthy friends."

Harley giggles and Harrison shakes his head with a chuckle. Timothée laughs and goes back to his normal speaking voice, "What's up?"

"You already know." Harrison says. "You'll watch Harley. Y/N and I can't watch him today and no one else is available."

"Geez, you sound like an actual dad." Timothée laughs. Oh, if he only knew. "But yeah, this lil' guy and I will have fun! I'll make sure of it."

"Great! Thanks a lot, mate. I owe you one." Harrison grins. He stands up to give Timothée a quick hug and he kisses the top of Harley's head before saying goodbye and leaving.

"Is he a good dad?" Timothée jokes as he takes a sip of his coffee.

'He favors my siblings more, but now that I'm here in the past, I can see that he's great. The most selfless person I've ever met, actually.' Harley thinks to himself. Suddenly flashbacks of his few moments with his father came to mind.

𝐘𝐄𝐀𝐑 𝟐𝟎𝟐𝟓, 𝐀𝐆𝐄: 𝟒

Harley didn't understand why he was staying with his grandparents. All he was told is that his parents will go to the hospital because his little sister was coming. He brushed it off and played with his grandparents.

The next day, he and his grandparents went to the hospital to meet the new baby, his sister, whom he already disliked because of the way his mum looked at her. His grandfather placed him on the ground and he frowned. He frowned even more when his grandfather paid attention to the baby instead.

Oh, how he loathed that day. To his unluckiness, this went on for a while. He was neglected by everyone. For a short time, even his uncle Tom paid attention to the baby which surprised him and he felt betrayed by his favorite uncle.

One day, his mum and his baby sister, Harper, were fast asleep in the bedroom and Harley was in the living room playing with the toys his uncle Tom bought for him all the way from Japan. Harley suddenly wasn't amused by his imported toys anymore and he just laid down on the couch and opened the tv to watch his favorite cartoon.

Harrison emerged from his office and went to the living room, "Harley, where's your mum? I have something to ask."

"In the room... with the baby." Harley said sadly. Harrison frowned at his eldest. He didn't know why his son was upset. He walked towards Harley crouched down in front of him, "What's wrong, buddy?"

"No one loves me anymore." Harley said and he cried. Harrison had no clue where that came from and he asked again as he wiped his son's tears away, "What makes you say that?"

"No one plays with me anymore and everyone plays with the baby and not me." Harley cried. "I hate you. I hate mum. I hate grandma and grandpa."

"You're sad about that?" Harrison said softly. "Harley, just because we spend more time with the baby, doesn't mean we love you less. We spend more time with the baby because the baby needs more attention. A baby cries all the time and they can't take care of themselves because they're not big like you."

Harley didn't say anything. He just sniffed and wiped his tears. An idea came to Harrison's mind, "How about we hang out today? My work can wait, alright? We can go to the park or the ice cream shop down the road. Isn't that fun?" Harrison coaxed his young son. It worked, though.

"Ice cream?" Harley asked.

"Yeah. Do you want that?" Harrison asked and Harley smiled and nodded quickly. "Let's get you dressed then!" Harrison smiled and picked him up as they went to Harley's room.

That day at the ice cream shop and the park was spectacular. Soon, it became a tradition every Saturday.

𝐘𝐄𝐀𝐑 𝟐𝟎𝟐𝟕, 𝐀𝐆𝐄: 𝟔

"Harley, let's go! It's time for school." Harrison shouted from the front door. It was Harley's first day of school and his parents could tell that he was nervous. His parents didn't want him late on the first day.

Tiny footsteps were heard coming down the stairs and Y/N smiled at the sight of her little boy looking all dressed up. "Darling, you look amazing!" Y/N grinned as she adjusted Harper in her arms. Harper was now two years old.

Y/N leaned down and kissed the top of Harley's head, "Good luck, alright? I'll pick you up after school and please behave!"

Harley nodded and practically ran to the car. Y/N pecked Harrison's lips and bid him a goodbye as well.

"I'll see you when I get home. I'll be home at seven." Harrison said before kissing Harper's cheek.

"See you at seven, my love." Y/N said with the look of love on her face. They've been married for three years and things between them were getting better and better as each day passes.

"See you at seven." Harrison winked and left to open his car and help Harley in.

On the drive to Harley's school, they listened to Disney songs on shuffle. 'Un Poco Loco' from Coco came on and Harley grinned and cheered. Harley even did his best grito.

Harrison glanced at him for a second through the rearview mirror and smiled. He turned up the volume a bit and he heard Harley sing.

"What color is the sky? Ay, mi amor. Ay, mi amor. You tell me that it's red. Ay, mi amor. Ay, mi amor. Where should I put my shoes? Ay, mi amor. Ay, mi amor. You say-"

"Put 'em on your head! Ay, mi amor. Ay, mi amor." Harrison sang along which made Harley let out the cutest giggle he's ever heard.

Harley did the cutest air guitar action before singing again, "You make me un poco loco, un poquititito loco. The way you keep me guessing. I'm nodding and I'm yes-ing, I'll count it as a blessing that I'm only un poco loco!"

It went like that every morning. Harrison would drive him to school and they'd have a karaoke session of Disney songs in the car. Harrison didn't mind having Disney songs stuck in his head as long as his son was having fun. He didn't care that his colleagues were looking at him weirdly as he quietly sung to himself. The other day, he earned a look from his friend at work when they caught him quietly singing 'Into The Unknown' from Frozen 2.

A few months later, Tom bought Harley his first guitar and paid for his guitar lessons. Tom may have bought the guitar and paid for his lessons, but Harrison was there through every breakdown whenever Harley couldn't get a note right. Harrison was there through Harley's highs and lows until Harley got better and better. Tom may have took credit for buying Harley a guitar and paying for guitar lessons, but Harrison took credit for being Harley's first critic and audience.

That's why years later, it broke his heart when he wasn't able to go to his son's first talent show.

𝐘𝐄𝐀𝐑 𝟐𝟎𝟑𝟎, 𝐀𝐆𝐄: 𝟗; 𝐌𝐎𝐓𝐇𝐄𝐑'𝐒 𝐃𝐀𝐘

"Harley, wake up." Harrison whispered. "Harley!"

Harley stirred awake and groaned, "What?"

"It's Mother's Day. Do you want to help me make breakfast for your mum?" Harrison asked nicely as he watched Harley sit up.

"Sure." Harley yawned as he got out of bed.

"Great! I'll meet you in the kitchen." Harrison smiled and went downstairs. A few minutes later, Harley comes down and they begin to cook breakfast for Y/N.

Harrison was glad that he was spending time with his son that day. Usually, Harley would be eager to go spend his weekends with Tom. Both of them would go abroad for the weekend and then comeback at Sunday in the afternoon.

An hour and a half later, they were done cooking and setting the table. Y/N walked down the stairs with Harper walking beside her. They entered the dining area and gasped at the sight.

"Happy Mother's Day!" Harrison and Harley said enthusiastically.

"Aww, thank you so much!" Y/N teared up.

"Mummy, don't cry." Harper frowned. Y/N chuckled and wiped her tears, "I blame the hormones."

Harrison chuckled, "You're blaming your pregnancy hormones for crying?"

"Yes." Y/N chuckled as she instinctively put a hand on her bump. She was five months pregnant. Harrison crouched down a bit and spoke to the ever-growing baby in Y/N's womb.

"Hey there, little one! It's Mother's Day now and we're celebrating. I can't wait for you to come out so that you can celebrate with us next year. I love you. Oh and this is daddy, by the way." Harrison said as everyone chuckled.

Harrison stood up straight and led Y/N to the table and helped her sit down. "Harley and I made breakfast. You're welcome." Harrison said as he sat down after helping Harper in her seat.

"Thank you! I appreciate it." Y/N giggled.

The doorbell rang and Harley got up to get it. "Uncle Tom!" Harley shouted gleefully.

Y/N looked at Harrison and gave him a small smile, "Harley loves you. Remember that."

"I'm not his favorite person in the world, though." Harrison said with a sad smile on his face. "Let's eat!"

Tom entered the house with the biggest bouquet of flowers anyone has ever seen. Harper gasped and said, "Wow! Pretty flowers!"

"Indeed, they are, Harper!" Y/N breathed. She couldn't recover from the shock when she saw the flowers. "Hi, Tom! What brings you here?"

"I thought I'd pay my second favorite mum for a visit! These flowers are yours." Tom said as he looked to the side to see everyone. "I'll put these in the living room."

Tom made his way to the living room and placed it on the coffee table. Harley closed the front door and went back to his seat. Tom quickly jogged to the dining area and placed a quick kiss on Y/N's cheek.

"Happy Mother's Day, love." Tom said with a smile. He looked at the food and said, "I'm impressed! I assume Harrison cooked breakfast."

"Yes and Harley helped." Harrison said as he and Harley looked at each other with big grins on their faces.

"That's great! Anyway, I'm taking my mum out today and I was wondering if this pretty lady," Tom winked at Y/N, as he pulled out his phone to text someone. "Would like to join! It's just a quick trip around France. We'll be back at six. We'll use the jet."

Tom looked at Harrison, pointed at his phone and mouthed, "Check your phone."

Tom looked up from his phone, smiled at Harrison and mouthed, "You're welcome."

Harrison turned to Y/N, "Love, I think you should go. It'll be fun! My Mother's Day gift to you is cleaning up around the house. So, go enjoy Paris."

Catching on like the smart kid that he is, Harley agreed, "Yes, mum! In fact, take Harper with you."

"I can watch her while we're at Paris. I'm very very capable of taking care of Harper." Tom said with a grin. Y/N looked at all three of them and shrugged, "Alright. I needed a break, anyway."

While Y/N and Harper were at Paris to spend Mother's Day with Tom and Nikki, Harrison and Harley were planning a small dinner party for when they get back. Needless to say, everyone enjoyed themselves that night.

"You and your dad make a great team." Tom said to Harley that night at the party. "That's good. I think both of you should team up often."

"But I already have you to team up with." Harley said.

Tom chuckled, "Yes and you will always be my teammate. But you and your dad are the best team. We're just a close second. I think it's time you should see that. I never had with my dad and you're lucky to have him as a father."

"I guess we do make a great team." Harley trailed off.

"Yes and you should be proud of it." Tom said and ruffled Harley's hair.

Unbeknownst to them, Harrison was listening to their conversation and somehow, it reassured Harrison that his relationship with Harley was alright; everything was okay. After all, he was a good father and a good husband.

"Harley!" Timothée says, snapping Harley out of his daydream. He chuckles, "I asked what you want to eat and what you want to do for today. I work here, so I get discounts for food and drinks and stuff like that. Take your pick, little man."

Timothée smiles and slides the menu towards Harley. Harley browses through the menu and tells Timothée that he wants a slice of red velvet cake and a glass of cold chocolate milk.

"You got it, buddy!" Timothée smiles and calls for a waiter. Joshua, Timothée's colleague, happily takes their order and says, "I'll be back in a minute with your orders."

"We appreciate it, man. Thank you." Timothée says with a smile. He turns to Harley and asks, "Anything you want to do today?"

Harley shrugs, "We could go to the park or something."

"Ever been to a cruise?" Timothée asks. Harley shakes his head. Timothée smirks, "We'll take a cruise, then. It's just a short cruise on the Thames."

Harley's face lights up and Timothée chuckles. Joshua comes back with Harley's order and Harley starts eating.

𝐋𝐀𝐓𝐄𝐑 𝐓𝐇𝐀𝐓 𝐍𝐈𝐆𝐇𝐓 𝐀𝐓 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐇𝐎𝐋𝐋𝐀𝐍𝐃 𝐄𝐒𝐓𝐀𝐓𝐄

Thomas Stanley Holland arrives home, surprisingly in one piece, at eleven in the evening. He somehow got lost. He took the wrong buses a bunch of times, there was no signal on some places, then his phone died, he ended up having tea at Bristol. Then when he took the train to go home, he accidentally got off at the wrong stop and when he turned back to get in the train, it already left.

Long story short, it was not his day.

Seeing Y/N in their shared bedroom watching something on Netflix made Tom's blood boil. The maid quickly brings in Tom's suitcase and quickly leaves. The maid sensed a fight brewing and she felt the need to warn her fellow workers that their boss will yell any second now.

Y/N finally sees him and smiles, "Hi, love. Welcome home!"

"Don't 'hi, love' me!" Tom raises his voice. All he could see was red. "Where the fuck were you?! I called you and texted you! You said that you were going to pick me up at the fucking airport!"

Y/N stays quiet.

"Were you with that fucking kid again?! I fucking bet you were! Who even is that kid? What makes him so special that you care about him so much? I'm you fiancé, dammit!" Tom shouts.

Y/N's face contorts in anger. She's had enough. The last straw was bringing Harley into their fight. Harley was innocent.

(A/N: Tom's thoughts are in bold.)

"Don't you dare bring him into this!" Y/N shouts, standing up from the bed. "He's not at fault! I volunteered to watch him for a few days because I wanted to and I needed a break! I needed a break from you, from work, from Saoirse, and from fucking wedding planning!"

"It's OUR wedding, Thomas! OUR WEDDING. Not just mine. So if you won't help in fucking planning, I might as well get married to myself!" She yells.

"You're always out partying with Brad and you always want me to be home at a certain time so that I could look after you or something. I have a life too and I want to bloody live it!"

"These past few days have been a great retreat for me and it was amazing. It was away from everyone I knew and I deserved that. Saoirse's acting like a bridezilla and she's not even the bride!" Y/N shrieks. "How fucking dare she complain about the centerpieces when she won't even fucking glance at it on the wedding day itself! FUCK YOU, SAOIRSE!!" She paces back and forth.

'Tell her off, then! What do you want me to do? Talk to her? I bloody hate her too.'

"And your fucking bodyguards are always around me like they're vultures and I'm their prey! I hate it! Why do you even need them?! You're not a fucking Hollywood star!"

'Yes, but I'm a CEO, darling. My life is always, always at risk. Have you seen the movies about people like me getting captured? Probably not. Go rest and watch them and you'll understand.'

"Oh, and I hate that you don't like my friend, Florence! She's so kind! Kinder than Saoirse and better, actually."

'I didn't say I hated her. I just said that her way of living was weird. She owns a karaoke bar and she lives in a shoebox apartment even though she could afford anything more expensive than that. I didn't prohibit you from hanging out with her, did I?'

"And my friend, Harrison, apparently applied for your fucking company-"

'Who? I've literally never heard of him. I don't call my applicants by their name. I call them based on what I see.'

"-as a social media manager and you didn't even hire him! Now, he has to do part time jobs and shit to get by!"

'Ahh, I know him. He's the guy that applied for social media manager with worn out shoes and an old jacket that I assume was a hand-me-down. I didn't hire him because he didn't look the part. My apologies, darling.'

"Then you're mean to Harley?! What did he ever do to you? He's only ten years old!"

'He did nothing, but he took you away from me. You don't even answer my calls when you're with him. I take that personally.'

"You know, if this is how you behave when I babysit, what kind of father will you be?" Y/N sighs in a frustrated manner. Tom stares at her and purses his lips. She grabs her phone and charger and leaves their shared room.

"Where do you think you're going?" Tom asks.

"Guest room. I don't want to sleep next to you, right now." She says. "Sometimes I think you're only with me for sex because that's how we fucking solve everything before. Well, not this time. Good night, Thomas."

She slams the door and hurriedly walks to the guest room to get some well-deserved shut eye. Tom huffs and lays down on the cold bed and immediately goes to sleep due to all the exhaustion. However, even asleep, Y/N's question haunts him in his sleep.

"You know, if this is how you behave when I babysit, what kind of father will you be?"

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til death do you part

fem!reader x tyler breeze

reader is getting married to her fiancé, that is until Tyler Breeze objects to the wedding because he has fallen in love with her ... “i, um, i love you”

word count: 4.2k+

warnings: fluff, a little angsty, implied sex

— another tyler breeze fic for yall ... enjoy —

Y/FI/N = your fiancé’s name

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***

Tyler's POV

"I don't know what to do, dude," I say, rubbing my face. "She's getting married tomorrow. It's a little late for me to just confess how I feel."

Fandango says, "Tyler, buddy, it's not too late until she kisses her fiancé after they say I do. You have about a day to tell her how you feel. Maybe she'll even reciprocate those same feelings."

I look at Dango and say, "Dango, you know I love you, but it's too late. I'm not going to ruin the night before her wedding and possibly our friendship."

Dango gives me the look and says, "If you won't tell her then I will."

My eyes widen and I say, "You wouldn't dare."

"Watch me, Breezy," my best friend says. "Don't think for one second that I'll match straight to her room, knock on her door, and tell her you love her."

I groan and cover my face with a pillow. I grumble into the pillow, "Give me until tomorrow to decide if I want to tell her."

"Well you have until about six tomorrow night to tell her before it's officially too late," Dango says. "Also, you might want to check your phone. It's been going off with calls for a few minutes."

I didn't even notice. I reach over to the bedside table to see who's been calling me.

It's Y/N.

***

Your POV

"You've reached Tyler. If I didn't answer it's probably because I'm busy but I'll call you back. Prince Pretty out."

You got his voicemail. Again. You've been calling for the last two minutes but he hasn't answered.

Instead of calling your fiancé, you're calling your best friend. Your best friend who's played a huge part in getting your wedding prepared. Tomorrow, you marry the man you love. You love Y/FI/N. You do, but recently, all you've been thinking about is Tyler.

You lay back on the bed, waiting to see if Tyler calls you back after your thousand calls.

He never does.

***

"Y/N, there's something I need to say," Tyler is saying to you. "I need to say it before you say 'I do' to him."

You blink at him and ask, "Is something wrong?"

Tyler says, "No, it's just. I, um-"

There's a knock on your hotel room door early in the morning, waking you up from your dream. It's about eight in the morning as you stalk over to your door, opening it.

You see Sasha Banks, Billie Kay, and Peyton Royce standing in the hallway. "Happy wedding day!" Sasha says. "We're here to take you to your bridal room downstairs so we can help you get ready for your big day. There's a cup of Dunkin iced coffee and breakfast sandwich waiting for you in your room, as well as your wedding dress."

"It is literally eight in the morning," you yawn. "The wedding isn't until five."

Peyton says, "We know, but we want to make sure you are able to get all your pre-wedding jitters out before you walk down that aisle in less than twelve hours."

You yawn again and say, "Give me a second to look presentable before you drag me out of my room. Can I at least get a little workout in before you dress me up?"

Billie says, "As long as you shower before you get in your dress."

"Fine," you sigh. "Give me two minutes to get changed and I'll be right out."

You close the door and sigh, getting into a black sports bra and matching leggings. You tie up your sneakers and your Y/H/C colored hair into a messy bun. You grab your phone and AirPods before leaving the room.

Sasha, Peyton, and Billie walk you down to the bridal room. You drink your coffee to wake up and eat the breakfast sandwich to get something in your stomach before you workout.

Your mind slowly wanders from breakfast to Tyler Breeze.

He never did call you back last night. It kind of hurt that he never called you back. Maybe he fell asleep early and isn't awake yet.

Before you can overthink why your best friend hasn't called you back, you leave to go to the gym. You put in your AirPods and put on your workout playlist. The playlist lasts an hour. You listen through once and that's usually your workout.

The hour goes by too quickly for your liking but you stick with your usual workout. A mile on the treadmill in ten minutes. Twenty minutes working your core and twenty working on your legs. You spend the last ten minutes doing some yoga positions to stretch out every muscle.

Once you're done, you walk back to your room. It's close to ten at this point so you decide to shower as soon as you're back in the bridal suite.

Sasha, Peyton, and Billie are waiting for you as soon as you walk out in your silk white robe and wet hair.

The girls sit you down in front of a vanity and start to dry your hair. You look at your phone to see if Tyler's called and still nothing. "Peyton," you say. "Have you heard from Tyler recently? I called him a couple times last night and he never picked up my calls."

Peyton says, "I talked to him with Shawn and I were with him and Fandango yesterday but haven't heard from him since. He seemed quiet though."

You look at her in the mirror and ask, "Tyler was quiet?"

She nods and says, "It was weird. Obviously something was on his mind. He's never quiet. You know Tyler."

You do, and you know he'd never ignore your calls unless something was wrong. You start to get nervous that he won't be at the wedding, and he's one of the best men.

Sasha curls your hair once it's completely dry and Billie works with Peyton to loosely pin up the sides. They add little white, sparkly flowers throughout the curls.

It's close to one when they're done messing with your hair.

Your mother comes by with your older sister, who's married to Finn Balor.

"Oh, look at you," your mom says. "Already a beautiful bride and you're not even in the dress yet."

You smile and say, "Have you see Y/FI/N? Is he okay?"

Your sister says, "Calm down. He's fine. Just getting a workout in. We passed the gym on the way here and he was on the treadmill."

Nodding, you let out a soft sigh. "Good," you say. "I'd go and see him but it's bad luck to see your fiancé on your wedding day, and I'm extremely superstitious."

"That you are," your mom says. "Well, we just wanted to come in and check on you to make sure you were doing okay. No second thoughts or nerves?"

You hesitantly shake your head and say, "Nope. Everything's okay." You smile to make your lie more believable.

Your sister says, "Then see you in a bit when you walk down the aisle."

They leave and you sigh.

It's not that you're having second thoughts. You're scared that Tyler won't show up to your wedding when he's your best friend. You're scared that something happened and he won't make it.

You're more nervous about your best friend showing up than your fiancé. It should be the other way around.

It's not though.

"Peyton, can you find Tyler and make sure he's okay?" you ask. "He still hasn't called me."

She nods and heads out.

Sasha and Billie get into their bridesmaids dressed. The color is lilac so they both wear a satin lilac colored gown. Their flowers are even lilac. You love the color lilac. The best men have lilac ties to match the bridesmaids.

It's about two when Peyton comes back into the room.

She says, "Tyler's fine. He's just a little busy with getting ready for the wedding. He'll try and call you before you walk down the aisle."

You sigh with relief and smile. "Thank you, Peyton," you say.

Peyton gets into her gown then the three of them help you into your wedding dress.

The dress you're wearing is a white princess ball gown. The skirt is puffy with a layer of tull on the outside to make it look bigger. From the waist up is tight on your body and has a sparkly layer to it. The sleeves are off the shoulder. You wear sparkly white heels to complete the look.

Your veil is connected to a little tiara that easily slips into your hair on the top of your head. It's thin so the flowers in your hair are easily seen.

As you stare in the mirror at yourself, your phone begins to ring. Quickly, you answer it. "Hello?" you ask.

"Y/N," Tyler says. "Everything okay? I saw you tried to call me last night but I fell asleep and since I've woken up, it's been nonstop wedding."

You smile and say, "Everything's good. I just wanted to make sure you were okay. You don't usually ignore my calls."

Your best friend says, "I'm okay too. Just busy. I'll see you in a little bit, Y/N."

"See you in a little bit, Tyler," you say.

The two of you say goodbye and you sigh. He's okay. You were worried.

Sasha does your makeup when you hang up the phone. She does a silver smokey eye look with a dark red lip.

It's about four now. One more hour before you walk down the aisle. You begin to pace around the room, going over your vows that you're going to say to your fiancé as you stand under the arch.

Your wedding is taking place outside on the deck by the beach. The ocean is the backdrop while you and Y/FI/N stand under a white wooden arch with white flowers on it. The deck is huge. The reception will take place in the large ballroom in the hotel.

At 4:30, you're called to begin lining up for the ceremony so you grab your bouquet of white and lilac colored roses and head out.

***

Tyler's POV

We're called for lineup at half past four. I have a half hour to tell Y/N how I feel before she marries her fiancé.

I've been friends with Y/N since my first run on NXT. We became best friends when I came back. She got engaged early this year and now she's getting married.

I should have told her a while ago that I loved her but I couldn't ruin her relationship. Now it's her wedding day.

Myself, Dango, and Y/FI/N's brother are waiting for the girls to get here. Y/N's father shows up too, to walk her down the aisle.

My eyes are closed and I'm deep in thought when Dango hits my chest. "Ow," I say, looking at him. "That hurts more than you think."

"I don't care," he says, his eyes on something behind me. "Turn your bitch ass around, Breeze."

I turn my head to see Y/N walking into the small room. Peyton, Billie, and Sasha walk in with her. Her father greets her first with a kiss to the cheek. He tells his daughter that she looks beautiful.

She looks absolutely gorgeous in the dress. I was with her when she picked it out but now that she's all dressed up with the veil and everything, she looks stunning.

"I'm taking that you didn't tell her," Dango says, bringing me back to reality.

I keep looking at Y/N and say, "I can't ruin her wedding day, Dango. I mean, look at her. Imagine I say something and she backs out of the wedding. She looks so happy and that's all I want for her."

Fandango says, "Damn, you love her that much that you'd let her marry someone else."

"If it makes her happy then yes," I say, looking over at Dango. "That's all I want for her."

"For who?" I hear someone ask. "Ooh, is there a 'her' that I don't know about? Did you bring her as a plus one?" It's Y/N.

My eyes widen a bit and say, "Um, no. Fandango was just telling me about his sister's boyfriend's cousin."

Y/N blinks at me and says, "That was confusing as hell so I'm going to smile and pretend I understood that. Anyway, how do I look?" She does a little twirl. "I feel like the skirt's a little bigger than it was in the store."

I watch as she spins and I smile, almost speechless. "You look good, Y/N," I say. "Absolutely stunning. Y/FI/N is lucky."

She smiles at me and says, "You know who's actually lucky? Me. Because I get to marry the guy I love and have you as a best friend."

Fandango snickers and I hit it arm. He throws his hands in the air and says, "I didn't say anything but I'm gonna go over there and talk to Peyton and Billie. Breezy, remember what I said."

He walks off and I roll my eyes before I look at Y/N. "Um, do you have a second to talk?" I say, nervously. "I need to tell you about somethin-"

I'm interrupted by the wedding coordinator saying, "Alright everyone! Pair up and get in line. Remember, Peyton and Y/FI/N's brother will lead then Billie and Fandango then Sasha and Tyler. Y/N and her father will be right behind them. You have two minutes!" She leaves. I sigh.

Y/N says, "Can it wait until after the ceremony? We have to get this started."

I force a smile and say, "Yeah. Of course." She smiles at me and I walk off to get in line.

Sasha fixes my crooked tie when I stand beside her in the line. She says quietly, "You need to tell her. Before she marries that guy. She has a right to know. We got her up early so you could tell her and you didn't speak to her until four."

I say, "I got nervous, Sasha. I don't know what else to do."

"Now or never, Tyler," she says. "You have literal minutes before she's married. Speak up."

I sigh as we begin to walk. Sasha hooks her right arm with my left as we leave the room.

Why can't I just turn around and say, "Hey, Y/N. Before you marry someone else, I thought you should know that I fell in love with you and have loved you for months while I watched you plan a wedding."

God, what an idiot I am. I'm about to watch the girl I love marry someone else because he makes her happy. Dango was right. I should have told her yesterday.

The three best men, including myself, stand behind Y/FI/N after walking down the aisle. A violin player begins to play the music and everyone turns to see Y/N walking through the glass doors with her father at her side.

She's smiling, and not looking at me. Her smile is ear to ear as she walks down the aisle toward her fiancé, who is seconds away from becoming her husband.

I zone out only to be brought back to reality when I hear the words, "Dearly beloved, we are gathered here to celebrate and witness the marriage of these two people. If anyone has any objections or reasons to why these two should not be wed, speak now or forever hold your peace."

Dango mumbles behind me, "Tyler, say something. Now. I'm serious."

I stay quiet as Y/N and Y/FI/N look out into the crowd.

The official says, "Very well. We shall continue. Y/N, Y/FI/N, do you have any vows you'd like to say to each other?"

Y/N nods and I watch as she smiles at her fiancé. Dango whispers in my ear, "Tick tock, Breezy. Say something."

I bat him away as Y/N says, "Y/FI/N, my love. The day I met you, I was at my lowest. I had friends, like Sasha and Tyler, to help me through what I was going through, but something was missing. There was something I needed, and that something was you. We started dating two years ago, and every moment has been amazing. I love you, and I'm excited for forever."

The crowd collectively sighs as Y/N recites her vows.

Her soon-to-be husband recites his and the official asks, "May I have the rings?"

I reach into my suit pocket and pull them out, handing them to the official. The official hands Y/N her fiancé's ring and hands Y/FI/N her ring.

The official asks, "Do you, Y/FI/N, take thee, Y/N L/N, to be your lawfully wedding wife, through sickness and in health, til death do you part?"

Y/FI/N nods and says, "I do." He slides her silver band onto her left ring finger, joining the engagement ring that sits on that same finger.

"Do you, Y/N L/N, take thee, Y/FI/N, as your lawfully wedded husband, in sickness and in health, til death do you part?"

I close my eyes. My heart pounds in my chest as I wait for the "I do".

But it never comes, because Fandango says, "Wait."

***

Your POV

"Do you, Y/N L/N, take thee, Y/FI/N, as your lawfully wedded husband, in sickness and in health, til death do you part?"

You open your mouth to speak when Fandango says loudly, "Wait!" You look at Dango and he's looking at you. "Wait one second. Hold on."

Murmurs break out in the crowd as you look at Fandango. Y/FI/N looks behind him.

Dango says something in Tyler's ear before your best friend looks at you. Y/FI/N looks at you and looks at Tyler before looking at you.

"Y/N," Tyler says.

You say, "Tyler. What's going on?"

He walks around your fiancé and stands in front of you beside Y/FI/N. You look at him and he says, "Um, you're my best friend, and, um, I'd never keep anything from you. Except for the fact that I've been hiding a huge thing from you for a while."

Your fiancé says, "This can wait until after, Breeze"

Tyler shakes his head and says, "No, it can't because Y/N, I, um, I love you. Like full on head over heels in love with you." Your eyes widen. "I have for months and I know I should have said something before this moments, and I knew that it's not exactly the best moment to say something, but all I want is for you to be happy. That's all I want for you. If that's with Y/FI/N then great, I'll just pretend that this never happened and let the ceremony continue. If that's with me then please tell me because you look so mad that I decided to take this moment to say something."

A nervous chuckle leaves Tyler's lips and you look at him. Everyone is waiting for you to say something.

You're beyond mad that Tyler is telling you now, when you're moments away from being married, that he's in love with you.

It wouldn't be a lie that you've had a spot for Tyler in your heart for a while.

"Tyler," you say. "I'm getting married. I'm in a wedding dress in front of several hundred people right now. You decide to tell me right now?"

He points at Dango and says, "Blame him. I wasn't going to ever tell you."

You look at Fandango before looking at Tyler. You say, "You should have told me before now."

Tyler says, "I know, and I'm an idiot for waiting this long. You just looked so happy while planning and dress shopping, I couldn't say anything. Just tell me that you don't feel the same way so I can just go back to my spot and support my best friend and her marriage."

"I can't do that," you say, glancing at your fiancé before returning your gaze to Tyler.

Your fiancé looks at Tyler then at you. He knows it. I'm sure your bridesmaids know it.

You look at your fiancé, taking off the rings and saying, "These deserve to go to someone who loves you as much as you love her."

He takes the rings and he says, "It's about time he said something. Took you long enough, Breeze. Terrible timing too, by the way."

Your now ex-fiancé backs up so Tyler stands in front of you. "So?" he asks.

"I've loved you for some time too," you confess. "I just never thought that you ever felt that way about me."

Tyler laughs and says, "Trust me, I've felt this way for a while. A few months."

The official leans in and says, "So, is there a plan here? Am I changing names?"

You look from the official to Tyler and ask, "Is there?"

Tyler pats around his suit and says, "Shoot, I forgot the ring that doesn't exist."

Some of the crowd laughs before Y/EX/N says, "Take these. Use them until you get your own." He holds out the wedding bands to Tyler and he takes them.

"Alright, change of plans," the official says. You smile and look at Tyler. He's smiling at you. "Dearly beloved, we are gathered here today to celebrate and witness the marriage of these two people. Please no one object to this because these two are very cute together."

You giggle and the crowd laughs.

The official says, "I know that there probably aren't any vows to be said so shall I move onto the next part?"

Tyler raises his eyebrows at you and asks, "Have anything?"

You shake your head and ask, "Do you?"

"Just one thing," he says. You watch as he gets down on one knee, taking your hands in his. "Will you marry me?"

The girls laugh behind you as you smile and say, "Yes, Tyler. I'll marry you."

Everyone laughs and Tyler stand back up.

"Alright," the official says. "Um, what's your name?"

He's talking to Tyler. Tyler says, "Tyler Breeze."

The official says, "Do you, Tyler Breeze, take Y/N L/N to be your lawfully wedded wife, in sickness and in health, til death do you part?"

Tyler smiles and nods, saying, "I do." He slides the wedding band onto your finger and you smile.

"Do you, Y/N L/N, take Tyler Breeze to be your lawfully wedded husband, in sickness and in health, til death do you part?"

You look back at Dango and ask, "Am I allowed to answer?"

He nods and says, "Go on."

You smile at look at Tyler before saying, "I do." You slide the band onto Tyler's finger. It's a little big on him.

The official says, "By the power invested in me, I pronounce you husband and wife. You may kiss the bride."

Tyler cups your face in his hands. Not only is it your first kiss as husband and wife, it's literally the first kiss with Tyler that you've ever had.

"May I?" he asks.

You smile at Tyler and say, "Kiss me already, Tyler."

He smiles and brings his lips to yours. The crowd cheers as the two of you enjoy the slow kiss.

After a moment, you pull back and look into Tyler's pretty brown eyes.

This morning, you woke up with Tyler as your best friend and tonight, you're falling asleep with Tyler as your husband. Crazy how life works.

***

** one year later **

Tyler walks into the bedroom and falls onto his stomach on the bed. He groans. "I hate my job sometimes," he mumble into the blankets.

You say, "You're very good at your job. You are Raw Tag Team Champions with Fango."

He looks up at you and says, "That's true. I just don't like being away from my wife and our little munchkin that long." He crawls up to press a kiss to his son's head as you feed him. Jacob looks very content as he eats and looks at his father.

Jacob Curtis Breeze. He was born about two months ago. It didn't take very long for you to get pregnant with him. Tyler knew you wanted kids almost immediately after you got married so he happy obliged and now you have Jacob. His middle name is Dango's real name, per Dango's request.

You say, "Well, your wife and munchkin miss you while you're away but it's always exciting when you come home."

Tyler smiles and kisses your cheek before saying, "He usually goes right down after you feed him, right?"

Nodding, you say, "Yeah. Why?"

"Oh, nothing," he says, taking off his hoodie. "I just have a lot of time to make up for and I wanted to get started right away."

You lick your bottom lip and ask, "Can you put him in his crib in the nursery?"

Tyler nods and takes Jacob, leaving the room. Quickly, you strip down to your underwear and wait for Tyler.

When Tyler returns, it's a night you'll never forget. Jacob stays asleep and Tyler makes sure you don't scream his name as he makes up for missed time.

[lovewriting-5]

Wastelands:

*gif is credit goes to @creating-tabs*

5. Campfire Tales

7. The Oath

Side note: I combined “Daily Grind” & “Pay Day”

6. Pay Day

The next morning started like every morning but this time everyone seems to be still a little tired from last night. Everyone grabbed a cup of coffee. Daniel was awake at the table talking with Finn. I didn’t see Sean. Everyone is psyched because it is payday.

There was a truck horn in the distance. Everyone set their coffee cups in the makeshift sink and make our way to the truck. Sean still hasn’t joined us.

We get to the truck and climb on. Big Joe asks “Is everyone here?” He looks around the back of the truck. Impatiently, he asks “Where’s Sean?”

Daniel shouts “Sean!” I yell “Sean!” Cassidy yells “Sean! Come on!” Daniel yells again “Sean!” Joe yells, impatiently “Sean, move it, now!”

Ten minutes later, Sean is running and waving to the group. We all start chanting “Sean! Sean! Sean!”

We get to the farm and hop off the truck. Merrill splits off into groups. Today, Finn, Penny, Anders, Jacob and Daniel are in the greenhouse. Cassidy, Hannah, Ingrid, Sean and I are in the trimming room. Finn is examining a tarpaulin while Jacob, Sean and I rest with a couple beers. Big Joe calls to us and Sean waves to acknowledge. We then get back to work.

The day ends and now it is time to wait to get our hard earned money. Big Joe is sitting on a chair in the front of the shack. Sean, Daniel, Cassidy, Finn, Jacob and I are waiting by the side door.

I say “Okay, this is boring...So everybody, tell me how you’re gonna blow your next pay day!” Sean says “The usual...Save it till the next one.” Cassidy says “Well, ain’t we all stingy now! How about a keg offering for your family, or...Or some hookers or cocaine?” Sincerely, Jacob says “Oh please...There’s a child here...” She tells him “I think he’s heard worse...besides, he’s our mascot now!”

Daniel tells us, excitedly “Oh, I wanna buy a bacon burger and a pepperoni pizza! Then a box of Choc-o-Crisp and...and...a red slushee!” Finn says “Oh hell yes, screw the hookers, bring on the Choc-o-Crisp!” Cassidy turns to Sean and I, “Come on. You gotta treat yourselves after all this hard work...”

I say “Okay, that’s silly but...I really do need another pair of socks. I wash mine overnight, but they’re not always dry the next morning...” Finn says to me “She’s/He’s got cold feet!” Sean says “Seriously, we have to save every dime, so...hookers will wait!” He says “Trust me, they will.”

Unimpressed, Cassidy says “So that’s it huh? You bust your asses all week for nothing...” Finn tells her “Some of us just got simple needs, Princess!” She says to him “Yeah, like your beach house in Costa Rica?”

Just then the shack’s side door opens. Ingrid and Anders walk out smiling. They give all of us a thumbs up. Merrill pokes his head out the door, “Okay, let’s get this over with. Finn, Cassidy, Sean, (Y/N), and uh...you.” Jacob says, shyly “Jake...Jac- -Jacob.”

The five us begin to head inside. Daniel begins to follow. Sean stops him. After a few minutes, Sean joins us and stands next to me.

Merrill stands behind his desk, “For once you’re all on time. Let’s see who wins the farm lotto...Jacob, right? I thought you wouldn’t last a day, but you cleaned up. You’re all right.” Quietly, Jacob says “Thank you, thanks...”

Merrill turns to Cassidy, “Cassidy, your trims were pretty weak. And Big Joe told me you’ve been whining a lot.” She mumbled “Bet he did...” Sternly, he says “Look, you can bitch all you want as long as you work. Otherwise, you’re just taking up space, so get it together.” She says “I know, Merrill.”

He turns to Sean, “Now for Sean. Very nice trims. Good work, kid.” Merrill turned to Finn and I, “Finn, (Y/N). You save the pots in the greenhouse...and our asses. Finn, that’s why you keep coming back.” I smile. Finn says “You know it, boss. Uh...how about a raise? Sorry.”

Merrill says “Now for the moment you’ve all been waiting for...” From inside of his living room came Big Joe’s voice, “Get in here, you little asshole!” Merrill shouts “What the fuck?” Big Joe comes into the office pulling Daniel. Daniel says “Don’t touch me, jerk!” Sean and I look at each other concerned.

Sean walks up to Big Joe but is forcibly shoved back. I catch him as he stumbles backwards. Merrill says “Don’t move. Now explain!” Annoyed, Big Joe says “That sneaky fucker! He was snooping around your living room!” Daniel trying to explain “No I wasn’t! I was just bored so I came in...” “Shut up, Daniel. Seriously, let him go...” Sean says stepping in.

“Shhhhh, I told you...” Merrill tells him. Sean says, nervously “Come on, Merrill, he’s a kid, not a thief! You wanna frisk him?” Cassidy adds “Look at him! He’s just following his big brother...” Directly to Sean, Merrill says “Your brother needs a lesson.” He then turns to look at all of us, “You all need a lesson. So first off...no payday.”

Finn says “Aw, boss!” Cassidy says “Fuck that, no way!” He adds “Don’t do that to us! We earned that money!” Merrill tells Sean “Sean, you and your brother are fired.” I ask “What?” Merrill tells them “And don’t come back or Big Joe will take care of your ass.”

“Please, Merrill...” Sean pleads. Cassidy chimes in “That’s bullshit, man!” Finn adds “Man, I-I know you’re pissed but Sean is a good worker! Never brought you any losers, right?” Defeated, Sean says “Sir.” Merrill shouts “QUIET! Shut. The. Fuck. Up. Sean, I warned you...one too many times. We tried your way, now it’s my turn. Okay, Joseph. Just teach him a lesson.”

Merrill leaves the room. Big Joe throws Daniel onto the floor. Daniel shouts “Let me go!” Sean shouts “Come on, man!” I say scared and putting my hands together in a praying position, “Big Joe, what are you gonna do? He’s just a little fucking kid!” “This ain’t your business. Think I like it? It’s mine.” Big Joe says.

All of a sudden an ashtray on the table floats into the air and hits Joe in the head. Joe says as he turns to face us, “Ow! What...Okay, who did that? WHO DID THAT?” Nobody says anything for a few minutes. Sean all of a sudden steps up, “Uh...I did, my fault. Uh, look!” Big Joe stands up, walks up to Sean and then knocks him out.

[merakiaes]

The Perfect Ending - Finn Shelby

Pairing: Finn Shelby x reader

Requested: Yes. 

Prompts: None. 

Warnings/notes: As requested, a part two to “Heartbroken” with a happy ending. It’s shit and I have no idea what I’ve written as I’m high on my meds😂 But I really hope you like it anyways! 

Wordcount: 1704

Summary: After leaving Finn in the alley after telling him your father was going to marry you off, you return to him and get your happy ending. (Part two to “Heartbroken”, that you can find here.)

You regretted leaving Finn the second you had left him in that alley, the reality of what you’d done sinking in when you were looking at your home in the review mirror.

You cried for him the entire ride to London, where your future husband was waiting for you. You should have taken his proposal, ran away with him. But you just couldn’t. No matter how much you wanted, you didn’t want to put him and his family in that kind of danger.  

Sometime during the ride, you fell asleep, exhausted from the uncontrollable amount of crying you had done, leaving you meeting your fiancé with bloodshot eyes, your entire body shaking.

But once you met him, the whole situation didn’t seem so bad anymore. He wasn’t as old as you’d thought he’d be. Still a good ten years older than you, landing him on an age of twenty-seven, but not double your age as you’d been told.

And what relieved you the most, was the way he so obviously didn’t want this either, it being clear that his parents had set him up for this.

It was like a stone was lifted off your chest when he sent you a soft smile over the dinner table that night, showing so clearly that he didn’t want you any harm and silently assuring you that you would be okay.

You were wed the next morning, both of you putting on fake happy facades to hide the plans you’d made the night before when left alone.

Once you had been wed, you were no longer your father’s daughter in the first hand; you were your husband’s wife. Your father had no control over you now. You didn’t have any responsibilities to him, which he didn’t seem to have realized until after he’d married you away.

The only one who could tell you what to do now, was your husband, and luckily, he was in a situation just like yours.

In short, you told your parents some sappy story about falling in love at first sight, and that you were going to move to America to build a family. His parents were ecstatic, but your father was just bitter, realizing now that he could no longer control you and use you to his advantage.

You kept up the act for the next two weeks, silently planning your strategy every time you were alone behind closed doors.

The second you arrived in America, you got a divorce, and both of you bid your goodbyes and went your separate ways, you going right back to Birmingham for your love, while he went after his.

You were beyond nervous, your entire body shaking as you walked down the muddy streets, on your way to the Shelby residence where you knew Finn would still be staying.

Ever since you left him a few weeks ago, you hadn’t been able to forgive yourself.

The fear that he would hate you and tell you to leave the second he saw your face was eating away at you from inside, leaving you even more of a mess than you had been when meeting your arranged fiance for the first time.

But unbeknownst to you, the Shelbys had found out who your father was after you’d left, and suddenly had a lot more understanding as to why you had done what you did.

To a start, they had been furious at the way you’d left their brother and nephew heartbroken, but once they found out the whole truth, they were grateful, Polly more than anyone, that you’d made the mature decision to marry someone you didn’t even know just to keep them safe.

Your breath shook as you raised your hand to the door, hesitating for a moment as the doubts started swarming your head again.

What if they hated you? They bloody should, for what you had done to their brother. You knew you would have if you had a sibling and someone left them the way you did Finn.

But you had to take the risk. Even if he wouldn’t want you back, you owed him an explanation and an apology, and you just needed to see his face again, even if it was for one last time.

You took a deep breath, and finally gathered the courage to knock on the wooden door, your gloved knuckles hitting the wood three times before you let your hand fall back to your side, taking a step back as you waited for someone to answer the door.

It wasn’t long until the sounds of light footsteps could be heard from inside, your heart picking up speed as they came closer and closer.

And only a second later, the door disappeared from in front of you, instead being replaced by Polly Gray’s face.

If anyone would to be mad at you about hurting Finn, it would be her. But as you braced yourself to get the door thrown right back in your face, you were instead met by a smile, followed by a small laugh and soon being hugged tightly against her warm chest.

“Oh, (Y/N)!” She laughed, squeezing you tightly. You had been so convinced they would hate you for what you did that you were frozen with shock from being welcomed with the exact opposite behavior. But you soon relaxed in her arms, feeling your eyes sting slightly, a smile pulling at your lips.

As she let you go, holding you at an arm’s length to inspect you with a proud smile, you smiled back, soon being brought back into the house, the woman rubbing your arms gently to warm you up from the chilly air outside.

She led you to the back of the house, and the further you got, the louder the voices of the Shelby brothers became, having your heart beating violently in your chest and your body shaking slightly with nerves.

Entering the dining room, Polly called out with a teary laugh. “Look who I found!”

The brothers halted in their conversation and turned to look at you, and you instantly caught sight of Finn behind John, having your heart practically stopping in your chest.

His eyes were wide as they took in the sight of you, the boy taking a careful step forward, almost as if he was unsure whether or not you were real. “(Y/N)?”

“Well, I’ll be damned.” Came John’s voice quietly. He stood up from his chair in front of Finn, taking a few steps closer to Arthur where he was standing by Tommy’s side at the table, all of them watching you with disbelief.

You smiled hesitantly, letting out a nervous laugh. “Hi.”

Hearing your voice was all that was needed for them to break out of their trances, all of them coming over to greet you with long embraces, all of them thanking you in some way for keeping Finn safe as they hugged you.

Once they’d all said their hello’s and welcomed you back, Polly ushered them all out of the room, offering you a comforting smile as they left you alone with Finn, who had yet to move a muscle or say anything from the other side of the room.

But the second the door closed behind his aunt and brothers, both of you sprung into action and rushed across the room, meeting each other halfway in a tight embrace.

Tears were running down your cheeks in no time as you took in the familiar feeling of his arms around your body, breathing in the smell of his neck while you cried. “I’m sorry, Finn. I’m so sorry.”

He shook his head in your neck, squeezing you even tighter. “You have nothing to apologize for. I know why you had to leave. I didn’t back then, but I do now. I just-“ He paused, his voice breaking slightly. “I didn’t think I’d ever see you again.”

Your heart swelled with relief at his words, knowing they all knew why you had done what you did lifting a huge weight off of your shoulders.

“I was lucky.” You whispered into his skin. “The man I was engaged to was already in love with someone else, as I was. As I am. He didn’t want the marriage either. My father and his family think we’re in love, that we’re in America. We went there, to America, got a divorce, and I came right back here.”

You let go of each other’s bodies at that, Finn’s hands immediately coming up to your cheeks once he caught sight of the tears, using his thumbs to wipe them away. “Do you still have his last name?” He mumbled while scanning your face, to which you nodded sadly.

You had never been proud carrying your father’s name, and legacy with it. All your life you had wanted nothing more than to get married and get rid of it. But you hadn’t gotten the last name you wanted.

“I do.”

While you frowned in sadness at the thought, a small smile softly made its way onto his lips, leaving you slightly confused.

“So, you’re going to need a new one.”

The confusion was gone just as quickly as you registered his words, your heart and breath instantly picking up in speed as you realized what he was getting at. Before you could question it, however, he spoke again, wasting no time.

“Will you marry me?”

Although you had known exactly what he had been thinking, you still couldn’t stop the fresh set of tears building up in your eyes. You nodded your head furiously, your lips tugging into such a wide smile that your cheeks hurt.

“Yes.” You gave a teary chuckle, grabbing a hold of his face in your hands. “Yes, yes, a million times yes.”

A smile just as wide as yours instantly appeared on his face and he wasted no time in pulling you in for a kiss.

Despite the dangers and troubles the Peaky Blinders would find themselves in for the following few years, with great losses along the way, you and Finn lived happily ever after, ending up living on the country with a family of your own.

The ending you had always wanted.

[daddytyrilstarfury]

Happy Birthday Ezekiel

Summary: Ajay attempts to make cupcakes for Ezekiel's birthday. 

Characters: Ezekiel Tweneboah, Ajay Bhandari

My Gift for @ezekielbhandarivalleros 17th Birthday

Ajay looked over at the cupcake pan like it was about to grow three heads. This was why he always let his mom bake—everything needed to be measured and perfect and Ajay couldn't tell the difference between the teaspoon and the tablespoon.

Couldn't he just, like, throw 'pinches' of sugar and stuff into the batter like they did on those fancy cook shows? The cupcakes always came out of the oven in perfect, fluffy, cups.

This had to be perfect.

Ezekiel always made perfect cupcakes.

Could the universe work with him for once so he could make Ezekiel's birthday special? He just needed one perfect cupcake, just one.

Ajay poured the batter (was it supposed to be so clumpy?) into the little individual cups and looked at the oven. It had been preheating, like the directions told him, for ten minutes. He slid the tray into the oven and set the timer.

And waited.

He shifted on his feet, trying to clean up the huge mess he had created in his kitchen in such a short amount of time. Chocolate chips, chocolate cupcake batter, beaters, wrappers, napkins, spoons, shit was everywhere. This was also why he never baked anything. The kitchen looked like it had exploded into World War Three every time he tried.

He washed most of the dishes and looked at the timer on the oven. He rubbed the back of his neck.

Ezekiel would be heading to his house soon and he should have started these earlier instead of trying to do homework in one sitting. He had wanted everything to be done and ready when he arrived. He still had to blow up the balloons and find the gift he had bought him a month ago, was it still under his bed or had he put it in his boxer drawer.

His card had cupcake batter on it and he swore, trying to wipe some of it off. The stars he had drawn on the front now had brown smudges all over them…maybe he could pull that off as some black hole in the galaxy or something when he gave it to him.

He nearly jumped when the doorbell rang—his eyes shot to a clock. No. No. No. It couldn't be Ezekiel. He knew he liked to be punctual; or some shit, but he'd never show up an hour before he was supposed to.

He glanced at the oven before moving through his kitchen to head to the front door. He opened it and raised his eyebrows.

Well. There was always room to prove him wrong, it seemed.

"Ezekiel" His voice squeaked. "What…are you doing here?" He frowned and he almost smacked himself up alongside his head. "I mean, you're early."

He smiled a adjusted her bag on her shoulder. Ajay took the heavy backpack from him and he smiled, reaching up on his toes to kiss Ajay's cheek.

"I know, my parents and sister have this whole dinner and movie thing planned for tonight. I wanted to spend more time with you." Ezekiel smiled softly, taking Ajay's hand in his own. "So I came an hour or so early…I hope that's alright."

"It's more than alright." He smiled.

Ezekiel bit his lip and looked up at him. "Then…why won't you let me inside?"

Ajay smiled and pulled back. "Becoming one year older doesn't change much about you." Ezekiel scrunched her nose. "Is something burning?"

Ajay eyes widened, Oh no. The cupcakes.

He rushed past Ezekiel, nearly knocking him over, and bolted into the kitchen; muttering about oven mitts. He pulled them on his hands and hurriedly took the pan of burnt cupcakes out of the oven, setting them on top. He blew on them (he had no idea why…like that would stop them from singeing and smoking) and turned the oven off.

He sighed, swearing softly. Of course. Of course he had to mess this up too. He didn't want to turn around as he heard Ezekiel's feet gently pad against the tile as he came into the kitchen.

"Ajay? Is everything—?" He came up beside him, looking down at the burned cupcakes.

"I wanted to surprise you."

She bit her lip. "Aw, Finn. You didn't have to…" She tilted her head as she looked at the cupcakes (you couldn't even really call them that; they looked like craters). "They don't look so bad."

Ajay sighed, sitting down on one of the tall chairs at the island counter, gently pushing the bowl of white icing with his fingers.

Ezekiel walked up to Ajay, moving his legs apart so she could inch between them. Ajay felt Ezekiel fingers gently grasp his chin, forcing him to look at him.

"That's not true." He kissed his nose and guilt bloomed in Ajay’s chest when he realized he was making this about him when it shouldn't have been because it wasn’t his birthday and today should have been all about his boyfriend.

"I'm sorry." He said softly. "It's your birthday and I'm making it all about me." He rested his forehead on Ezekiel.

Ezekiel kissed his upper lip. "It's okay to be upset…I can tell you tried really hard with those cupcakes." Ajay rolled his eyes and Ezekiel ran a finger down his cheek. "But it's the thought that really counts." Ezekiel he kissed his cheek before pulling back.

Ajay bit his lip and leaned forward to kiss him.  He cupped Ezekiel’s face with both of his hands as he felt his arms go around his neck.

Ajay shuddered when he pulled back, Ezekiel breath gently ghosting over his lips. Ezekiel smiled and kissed his nose before looking down at the table. Ezekiel smiled when she saw his card and then reached for the bowl of icing.

"Well, at least the icing looks good."

He groaned softly. "That's because it's not homemade. I scooped it out of a container."

Ezekiel giggled, swiping a finger through the icing. and dabbed a bit on Ajay’s nose and a large smile spread over perfect, brown lips. Ezekiel leaned forward and kissed it off his nose.

He kissed him softly and he nearly moaned at the taste of vanilla on his tongue. "Trust me," His said as she pulled back, picking up the bowl of icing. "All we'll need is the icing."

Ajay mirked softly and dipped his finger into the icing, sliding a bit on her neck. He leaned forward and kissed his pulse point, swiping his tongue over the icing glob.

“I could remake the cupcakes if you’d like” Ajay asked.

“Forget about them” Ezekiel told him

Ezekiel took Ajay’s hand and dragged him up from his seat. "Where are we going?" He asked, dumbly.

"To your room." She told him, matter-of-factly. "You still owe me seventeen birthday kisses."

[fruitcoops]

Hello! I truly love your writing! Would you consider a continuation of that piece where Jules stays with coops for a week? Or just some snippets of what they get up to?

Here’s part 1, folks! It’s about 3k words and I’m thinking there will be three or four parts total, released over the next couple days. I hope you enjoy it!

Sweater Weather and Jules credit belongs to @lumosinlove!

“Jules.” A series of gentle knocks echoed down the stairs and Sirius smiled into his coffee cup. “Jules, it’s time to wake up.”

Regulus snorted. “Bet you five bucks he has to drag the kid down.”

“Deal.”

“Jules.” Remus knocked again, sounding more exasperated. There was a heavy sigh and the door clicked open; after a moment of quiet, someone yelped. “Good morning, sunshine.”

“Go away!” Jules groaned. “An’ give it back!”

“It’s time for breakfast, get a wiggle on. I’ll carry you if I have to.”

“I’m cold.” More rustling noises followed before Jules appeared at the top of the staircase, bundled in Remus’ sweatshirt—which was really Sirius’, but it didn’t matter—and scowling. His bedhead was outstanding.

“Bon matin,” Sirius said with a smile when Jules sat heavily in the chair next to him and put his forehead on his arms. “How’d you sleep?”

“I don’t like your fiancé.”

“Oh?”

“He’s mean.”

Sirius winked at Remus as he rolled his eyes and pulled a cereal box out of the pantry. “What did he do?”

“He stole my blankets with no warning.”

“That is such a lie,” Remus scoffed. “I knocked on your door for five whole minutes before I came in!”

“Thank you for that, by the way,” Sirius said, walking over to give him a kiss on the cheek. “Reg owes me five bucks now.”

“Sweet, we can get more Oreos.”

“Oreos aren’t on your diet plan,” Jules sulked as Remus passed him a bowl of cereal and milk.

“How do you know?”

Jules mumbled something and shoved his spoon into his mouth. The night before had been hectic, with Sirius driving the Hope and Lyall to the airport while Remus helped set Jules up for the night. Regulus came back from hanging out with Leo around ten pm; by that time, Jules was still wired for sound at the idea of a week-long sleepover. He finally went to sleep around eleven thirty and Sirius and Remus crash-landed into bed, exhausted.

Practice was going to be hell.

“Why do we have to wake up early, again?” Jules asked around a yawn.

Sirius ruffled his hair as he sat down again. “Practice starts at ten. Eight o’clock is not early at all.”

He squinted at him, confused. “How early do you usually wake up?”

“Seven, seven-thirty.”

Jules shuddered and turned back to his cereal while Remus plonked himself down in Sirius’ lap with a coffee cup, looking moments away from falling asleep again. “Children are exhausting. Why did we get two of them?”

“Hey!” Jules and Regulus said in unison, clearly offended.

“We’ve got terrible judgement,” Sirius laughed.

“Older brothers are the worst, right Jules?”

“Totally. Are you coming to the rink with us?”

Regulus shook his head. “Sorry, buddy, I’ve got college stuff to work on. Want to help me with paperwork?”

Jules made a face. “I’ll pass.”

“We’re leaving in forty minutes, okay?” Remus said, stretching his back as he stood up and left Sirius’ lap cold and empty. “Jules, please take a shower.”

“I smell fine!”

“You didn’t take one yesterday or the day before. Scoot.” Jules rolled his eyes and got up. “Don’t give me that look! And put your bowl in the sink.”

Sirius and Regulus shared a glance as Jules put his stuff away and trooped up the stairs. “Hi, Hope,” Regulus snickered.

Resignation overtook Remus’ face and he sighed. “Fuck. I’m turning into my mother already. Reg, you should take a shower, too.”

“I smell fine!” The withering look from both Sirius and Remus made him raise his hands in surrender and wander off to his bedroom. “I’m nineteen, not nine!”

”And yet we still need to babysit you,” Sirius called back. Finally, they were alone. He hopped up to sit on the counter and grabbed Remus around the waist as he passed by, pulling him back for a hug. “Good morning, sweetheart.”

“Good morning.” Remus kissed him gently, bracketing his hips with his hands. He looked tired, but happy. “I’m actually pretty excited to have Jules stay with us. Thank you for that, by the way.”

“Ne rien. It’s good to have people here.” They kissed for a moment longer, listening to the shower running upstairs and Regulus’ rummaging noises down the hall. “I swear to God, he’s like a raccoon.”

Remus laughed and leaned his forehead on Sirius’ shoulder. “He definitely sounds like one.”

“At least his room’s clean.”

“Cheers to that. He’s heading back tomorrow, right?”

“Mhmm. Dumo’s been bugging me for, like, three days.”

Remus hummed, wrapping his arms around Sirius and snuggling into him. “I love you.”

“I love you, too. We’ve only got a little bit of time before Jules is out, so we should get dressed.”

Remus groaned, but released his limpet hold. “That was so close to a perfect sentence.”

Sirius paused just before hopping off the counter and raised his eyebrows. “If we have extra time…”

“Come on, you,” Remus laughed, tugging him off the counter by the hand and hurrying toward the stairs.

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They arrived at the rink at 10:05, and Sirius began bracing himself for the inevitable chirping as soon as he stepped out of the car. Jules bounced on his toes in excitement as they walked toward the building, laden with their hockey gear and still a bit frazzled from the mad dash out of the house.

“Is this the munchkin?” Moody asked when Remus knocked on the door to the PT office.

“Yep.” Remus looked down at Jules, whose eyes were wide and more than a little nervous as his grip tightened on Remus’ jacket hem.

“Alastor Moody,” he grunted, holding a hand out that Jules tentatively shook.

“Jules.”

“Wanna see how bones work, kid?”

Instantly, his nerves disappeared. “Yeah!”

Moody winked at them as he led Jules toward the joint models on the far wall and Sirius let out a slow breath. “He’ll be fine.”

“God, I hope so. If anyone can drive Moody off the wall, it’ll be my little brother,” Remus murmured as they headed off down the hall.

The yelling started the second Sirius opened the locker room door. “You’re LATE!” James shouted, grinning from ear to ear. “Hand over the badge, Captain.”

“We still have fifty minutes until practice starts, shut your face.” Sirius socked him on the shoulder and set his bag in the stall.

“What, pray tell, was the reason for this tardiness?” James leaned over and batted his eyelashes.

Remus rolled up a towel and smacked him on the ass with it. “My little brother.”

“Jules is here?” Leo perked up on the other side of the room, and Sirius saw several of the guys look over in excitement, as if they were hiding him in one of their bags.

“He’s staying with us for the week since my great-aunt passed away.”

“Shit, Loops, I’m sorry.”

Remus shrugged. “I never met her, but my folks went back for the funeral. Moody said he’d keep an eye on Jules during practice.”

“Lupin, Black, you’re late,” Coach Weasley said from the doorway, giving them a look over his glasses. “Do we need to have a conversation?”

“No, Coach,” Sirius said as he pulled his pads over his chest.

“I hear you’ve commandeered my head PT for the day.”

Remus shook his head. “If Jules starts bugging him—”

“I’m kidding, Loops.” Arthur’s mouth twitched into a smile. “Moody loves kids. This’ll be good for his disposition.”

Finn snorted. “Can’t get any worse.”

“I expect all of you on the ice in twenty. Any stragglers are doing laps outside!” Arthur slapped the edge of the doorway before ducking out into the hall again; his sneakers squeaked on the freshly-washed floor and Sirius stifled a laugh as he finished buckling up.

The five minute delay did not have a terrible impact on his pre-practice rituals, which he took a  moment to be grateful for—they had a scrimmage planned, and he didn’t intend to lose. Once warmups were over, they moved into running plays, until finally the whistle blew and Coach called out the teams. Remus ended up on the other side and he slapped Sirius’ ass with his stick as he passed him, grinning over his shoulder before stopping next to Dumo.

Jules and Moody came out to watch a few minutes in; Sirius caught a glimpse of his wide eyes when he saw the speed of the game and smiled to himself. Everyone else seemed to notice the new arrivals as well, because their effort doubled and suddenly the plays were running smoother than ever.

Showing off for a ten-year-old, he thought with a shake of his head. Talk about baby fever.

Remus sped through the defense, weaving back and forth until he was nearly face-to-face with Sirius. His whole face lit up and he braced; when Sirius went to check him, he dipped sideways at the last second and slipped the puck right through his skates, catching it on the other side and zipping toward the goal at top speed. The goal light went off and Talker whooped, checking him in celebration.

“Lupin! Where’s that been all season?” Arthur demanded, though he was laughing. “Christ, guys, thanks for finally waking up!”

“Where the fuck did you learn that?” Sirius asked as they headed back for the face-off.

“You think you’re the only one who skates in the basement?” Remus said with a cheeky grin.

The whole rink buzzed with energy throughout the rest of the scrimmage—once or twice, Sirius realized even he was showing off a little for Jules, who cheered louder than fifteen thousand fans whenever someone scored.

Arthur shook his head when the final whistle went off. “Everyone say ‘thank you’ to Julian.”

“Thank you, Jules,” they chorused. Jules looked like he was about to die of happiness.

“I need to get him in here more often,” Arthur muttered as they headed to the locker room to change into their gym gear. “Let’s get that energy for every practice, okay? Not just the ones with Little Loops.”

“What are you talking about?” Kasey laughed.

Arthur fixed him with a look. “Don’t bullshit me, Winter, all of you were showing off for the kid.”

Remus blushed all the way to his ears, and the rest of them mumbled some half-assed excuses until they were shooed away. “I put the new schedule on the mirror,” Sirius called over the noise. “Try to pay attention to it for once.”

“Where’s the fun in that?” Logan reached up and patted him on the shoulder as he passed; Sirius dragged him back into a headlock to ruffle his hair. “Ow, fuck, okay!”

Logan did not, in fact, stick to the schedule. He was far too busy tossing the lightest medicine ball they had with Jules, who staggered slightly whenever he caught it. Both looked absolutely thrilled.

Sirius, on the other hand, was glad for the opportunity to do a fair bit of ogling while he spotted Remus—who stuck to the schedule, Sirius had never loved him more—until he finished his bench-pressing rotation. He was strong before being a player, but now…well, it was safe to say he could sweep Sirius off his feet literally and figuratively.

“Re, Re!” Jules ran over when Remus finally sat up, then paused and made a face. “You’re sweaty.”

Remus pulled him in for a hug, making him shriek and wiggle to get out. “I am, yeah! Isn’t it great? Here, lemme just—”

Jules flailed, but he couldn’t get out of Remus’ hold in time to avoid the head nuzzle that plastered his hair up on one side with sweat as the guys laughed. “Ewww!”

“Did you need something, buddy?” Remus asked at last.

“Well, now I need a shower.” Jules grimaced. “I was going to ask if you guys actually do ice baths.”

“Of course we do!” Kasey cut in before Remus could quickly divert the topic. “And your brother loves them.”

Sirius had to turn around to muffle his laughter as interest lit on Jules’ face. “Really? Can I see?”

Kasey opened the door dramatically. “Right this way, Little Loops.”

Two of the ice baths were full when they arrived and Sirius did not miss the pained look on Remus’ face at the sight, nor did he miss the devious smile on Kasey’s. Jules hurried over to one and looked over the end, practically sticking his whole face in. “Woah.”

“Pretty cool, huh? You want to know what the best part is?”

“What?”

“Oh, Christ,” Remus muttered.

“Loops, will you do the honors and make sure your darling little brother has a good time?” Kasey asked, the picture of innocence. Remus sighed and stood next to the ice bath, silently begging Sirius for help with his eyes as Kasey motioned Jules over. “Alright, so you take one of these, and then you have to be super careful as you aim. Lucky for you, you’re learning from the best.”

Remus winced as the first ice cube smacked him in the side of the head and gritted his teeth as the second went down the neck of his t-shirt. Sirius schooled his expression into the mildest, sweetest smile he could muster. “He’s not doing anything,” Jules whispered. Remus began taking deep breaths.

“He will.”

“Try me, Wint—oh, sh—” Remus muffled a squeak as ice went directly down his spine. “Hoo, boy, that’s cold.”

“I don’t think I’ve ever heard you censor yourself,” Kasey said, amazed. “It’s uncanny.”

“Are you done?”

“I could do this all day, but it’s my turn to make dinner tonight and Nat gets hangry if I’m late. Good game, Little Loops.” Kasey and Jules high-fived and Remus shook his shirt out; no less than four ice cubes clattered to the ground.

“Young man, you are in such big trouble,” Remus growled playfully as he swept Jules over his shoulder and began tickling his knees. Sirius dodged the squirming legs and held the door open for them as they walked back into the hallway. “You’re okay hanging out with Moody while we get our stuff together, right?”

“Yeah! He’s got the coolest knee statues.”

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Dinner was anything but a quiet affair; all three of them had taken a nap when they got home, then had a dance party in the kitchen while Remus taught Jules how to actually cook chicken so nobody got food poisoning. Sirius was torn between begging them for the details of that particular story and wanting to stay as far away from it as possible.

Regulus and Jules got into a fierce game of footsie under the table that only ended when a small foot—he still didn’t know which one it was—slammed into the base of Sirius’ knee, hard enough that it would certainly leave a bruise. “Ow.”

They both froze, shared a look, then silently went back to eating. “Practice starts at nine tomorrow,” Remus said around a bite of broccoli. “That means wake up time is six thirty, okay? We’ve got a game on Thursday and it’s super important that we’re not late again. Reg, what time are you heading out?”

“I was thinking noon-ish? That way I can get my stuff set up while Dumo’s still at practice. Don’t want to bother him.”

Jules turned to him with the biggest, saddest eyes Sirius had ever seen. “You’re leaving?”

“I live with Dumo, remember?” Regulus hesitated. “I’ll be at the game, though.”

“Can I sit with you?”

“Absolutely.”

That seemed to placate him, and he turned back to his chicken happily. Sirius nudged his brother, giving him a significant look, which was met with an eye roll that couldn’t quite cover the fond flush on his face.

Jules and Regulus took care of the dishes after dinner and Sirius stretched out on the couch to the sounds of the kid’s excited chatter as he recounted the day’s events. Remus flopped down on top of him, settling between his thighs with a contented smile. “Today went well.”

“Yeah, it did.” Sirius began running his fingers through Remus’ soft hair. “I think Moody is about thirty seconds away from adopting him.”

Remus laughed against his chest. “I think so. It’s pretty cool seeing him so excited about PT stuff.”

“It is.” There was a slow sigh and Sirius raised his eyebrows. “What was that about?”

“I just realized that even though Reg is leaving tomorrow, we won’t have the house to ourselves for six more days. It’s been two weeks.”

Sirius closed his eyes and let his head fall back against the armrest. “Fuck. I didn’t even think about that. Think we can dump him on Dumo for a night?”

“We can handle six days, right?”

“Yeah, totally.”

There was a beat of silence. “This is going to be difficult.”

“If we make it to the three-day mark, I say we break open the Oreos as a reward.”

“Sounds good to me—oof.”

They both groaned as an extra hundred pounds of person squished on top of them. “Dishes are done!” Jules chirped.

“Did you wash your hands?” Sirius wheezed, blinking the dark spots out of his vision. Remus’ chin was digging into his upper ribs.

“Yep! Regulus wants to watch a movie. I think we should watch Jurassic Park, but he says it’s terrible—”

“He what?” Remus raised his head slightly and craned his neck to look back at the kitchen. “Regulus!”

“What?”

“You don’t like Jurassic Park? I thought you had taste!” Remus pushed off the couch and Jules wrapped all his limbs around him like an oversized koala. “We’re watching it tonight and you’re going to like it. Come on, baby, we need to make sure your brother has culture.”

Two hours later, as the credits rolled and three people snored gently, Sirius smiled to himself. He could handle a week of this.

[julez-the-great]

How Long?--Ben Solo x Reader: Part 2

You didn’t dream that night, but it was the most restful sleep you have gotten. You looked to your right and saw Ben still asleep. His hair was messy and his mouth was slightly open. Small snores were coming from this large man and he was drooling just the tiniest bit. You stood from your spot on the floor and gathered your blanket and pillow. You folded the blanket and placed it onto your chest and topped it with your pillow. Then you got dressed into your clothes for the day.

“Hnng,” Ben groaned, “my head hurts.” He scrunched his eyes closed and rubbed out his hands over his eyes. He sat up with his legs off of the bed. “This is worse than a hangover.”

“It’s really that bad?” Ben jumped out of the bed, not knowing that anyone was around. His face scrunched in pain and he fell to his knees while holding his head. His head was pounding so hard, he was surprised that you couldn’t hear it from three feet away. You lunged over and helped him back into his feet. “Hey, take it easy.”

And it was in that moment that Ben locked eyes with you. His eyes still held that same innocence as when he left. Your heart melted and a soft, welcoming smile appeared on your face. Ben furrowed his eyebrows and took on a confused look.

“Where am I and who are you?” He asked you. Your smile fell and you sighed. Well, you can’t have your cake and eat it too, I guess.

“You’re at the Resistance base, or I guess now it’s the former Resistance base. And I’m (y/n). We were really close before you, uh, left,” you said awkwardly. You weren’t sure that you wanted to tell him the reason for his leaving or even the reason why he was standing before you. “I’ll go find you some clean clothes and I’ll show you around.” You left the room.

Down the hall was Rey and you power walked towards her. She noticed you approaching and waved with a smile. 

“Hey, is Ben awake yet?”

“Yes, but we have a problem. He doesn’t remember anything.” Rey pursed her lips and thought back to the ancient texts that she had read. Was this topic even covered in any of those texts? It had to be, somewhere.

“Rey, are you good?” you asked her. She snapped out of her thoughts and came back with a definite answer.

“It shouldn’t be an issue since it’s common when coming back from the brink of death. His memories should return in due time. We can try to do things to bring his memory back,” Rey explained. You raised your eyebrows and thought it over.

“If Ben is down, it wouldn’t hurt to try.”

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Ben was confused at first, but he understood what happened to him and was eager to get his memories back. The first thing that was proposed to bring his memory back was an introduction to the force. Rey’s thought process was that since the force is within everyone, she could manually unlock the memories that resided within Ben.

“So just relax and focus on the feeling of everything around you. Before you lost your memory, you could use the force—pretty well, in fact—and this could be a key to unlocking your memories,” Rey explained. You, Chewie and Finn sat 50 yards away, watching everything go down. It was a nice day to be outside, so the planning for this event couldn’t have been any more perfect.

“Do you think this is going to do anything? I mean, look at them; they’ve been sitting there for ten minutes and nothing has happened,” Finn whispered. Chewie said something along the lines of be patient and relax, but Wookie was always hard for you. Finn grumbled and leaned his back against the tree.

After another couple of minutes, Ben rose into the air. Everyone noticed his achievement and calmly celebrated. Rey soon followed him up into the air and tried to connect with him through the force. This action caused a loud boom and for both of them to fall to the ground with a thud. 

“Ow,” Ben said. They stood up and walked over to where you were sitting.

“It appears that Ben’s mind cannot be opened by the force. we will have to try other ways.”

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It was Chewbacca’s attempt at bringing back Ben’s memories. His strategy was to create a mass panic. His logic was that a traumatic event can bring back previous memories that had been long forgotten. Adrenaline would flow through his veins, and then he would remember everything.

You, Rey and Finn followed them into the Falcon. Since Han was Ben’s dad, he was taught how to operate aircraft from a young age.

All of you strapped in and Chewie launched into the atmosphere. He then shut down all of the systems, causing the ship to begin to crash down to the planet. The feeling of free-falling was enough to make you white-knuckle the armrests of your seat. Chewbacca just sat back, waiting to intervene. “Ben, take control already!”

“I-I don’t know how! Do I press this button here?!”

Everyone was panicking, except for the mastermind behind this project, as Ben grabbed the controls. He was hyperventilating and didn’t know what to do. As the Falcon plummeted, nothing was clicking and the controls had to be taken back. Chewbacca evened out the flight path and it was smooth sailing down to the ground.You were shaking, Finn looked sick, and Rey’s eyes were wide with terror.

Upon landing, Finn ran off and threw up onto the nearest bush. You and Rey walked off, still shaking from adrenaline and Ben had to be pried away from the co-pilot seat by Chewbacca since he was frozen with fear. This fight or flight strategy didn’t trigger any of Ben’s memories, so it was onto Finn’s attempt.

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“Is this necessary? I mean, wasn’t I the bad guy at this point of time?” Ben asked as Finn handed him a black helmet that resembled that of Kylo Ren’s. Finn placed a storm trooper helmet on his head.

“Think of it this way: you spent a lot of time as the villain and maybe, just maybe, that will trigger something,” Finn explained. You and Rey snickered as Ben held a stick representing a light saber. He felt ridiculous, of course, but Finn seemed really into it for some weird reason. “Alright, now instruct me to kill those people,” Finn said, pointing to the barrels that he lined up on the outskirts of the training area.

“Now you, storm trooper, kill those people in that village,” Ben instructed. His voice was shaky and echoed within the helmet. He was uncomfortable at giving these instructions and there was a comedic effect coming from you and Rey. Finn followed his orders and shot a blaster at a few trees in the distance.

“Anything yet?” Finn asked. Ben shook his head and Finn hung his head in defeat. Ben took of the helmet and dropped the stick as Finn walked over to him. 

“What in heavens is going on over here?!” Poe yelled. Everyone scattered despite Poe’s confusion.

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“I’m trying to remember, really. It’s just so hard since I’m trying to pull things from an empty void,” Ben sulked. You sat beside him and rubbed his back.

“I’m sure you’ll remember soon, Ben. It’s just going to take time. I don’t know first hand how tough this is on you, but it’s alright to not force it. No one is rushing you, so take your time.”

“I doubt it will happen soon. It’s already been two weeks and I just want to know everything that made me who I am. I wanna know why I turned to the dark side and I wanna know what my childhood was like. I want to know!”

An idea popped into your head.

“Hey, no need to yell. How about we just don’t worry about remembering and just create more memories. If you want to ask me questions while we’re at it, ask away. I declare that we go somewhere,” you said. Ben looked at you and raised his eyebrow. Then he smiled.

“Where?” He asked you. You smirked and stood up.

“My favorite place.”

[askmeforafic]

In a storm in my best (Military) dress

It had been a hectic morning, everyone woke up from their night of celebration with hangovers and grief weighing on them with the realisation that the war was over but their work wasn’t done.  After a quick full staff meeting to ask all departments to take stock of who and what they still had and what was needed for freeing occupied planets it was then time to say goodbye to Rey.  

Poe had said goodbye to her with a deep hug and a whisper but upon seeing Finn readying himself to say goodbye he had walked to the general’s room. Finn walked up to her and pulled her in for a hug that had both of them crying by the end of it.

“It’s not forever, Finn. I’ll come back for you and Poe and we’ll finish this together like we said we would.” Rey choked out burying her head in Finns shoulder.

“I know” Finn whispered back “I know you need to do this and I know you’ll come back. I know because we’ve travelled half the galaxy to bring you home and we’ll do it again Rey. You’re stuck with us now, a Jedi, a Stormtrooper and a spice runner all trying to find their way home.”

He pulled back and brushed a kiss to her forehead before leaning down to brush a hand over the top of BB-8 and whispering something to the droid too low for Rey to hear. She heard the whistle of agreement before Finn stepped back smiling and she knew it was time for her to go on one last journey alone.

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Finn let his instincts guide him to where he knew Poe would be so they could finally talk about everything that had happened.  When he walked in the room he saw Poe sitting on the edge of Leia’s bed with his elbows on his knees and his hands scrubbing down his face. Without thinking he moved so that he was in front of Poe on his knees clasping Poe’s hands in his. Looking up at the man who had been with him throughout the war and always had his back he was speechless for a moment.

“Poe….I….I’m sorry” he stuttered out, quickly shaking his head at the confused look on the other mans face. “You’ve done nothing but believe in me and stand by me and these last few days I’ve been horrible to you. I thought I knew everything about you like you seem to know me but I don’t and I’ve realised that that’s okay! We have time now, time for me to learn where you found out how to steal those speeders and you’re time as an outlaw. I want to learn these things about you and for us both to learn new things about me together but to do that I need to say I’m sorry because I shouldn’t have acted like I did.”

Poe took a shuddering breath looking at the sincerity pouring out of the man in front of him,  Finn wanted to make sure that they were still friends and Poe would give him that.

“Finn, buddy, you have nothing to say sorry for. You shouldn’t have to tell me anything you don’t want to and what you did say was true. I’m not Leia, I don’t know how to be and I probably never will.”

Finns face fell, it crumpled in front of Poe and he didn’t know what to say to fix it or how it happened. Finn thought that Poe knew him but more and more it felt like he was just meeting him all over again.

Finn pulled away from him and started to pace in front of the bed, shaking his head while muttering “This is my fault Poe. I should’ve just said there and then what I was going to tell Rey but I knew it would come out wrong and then you wouldn’t let me explain. I wanted Rey to know but it didn’t matter how just that you both knew.”

“Finn, it’s okay that you didn’t want to tell me.” Poe stated while grabbing Finn by the elbow. “Your feelings are your feelings and you don’t owe anyone an explanation.”

Finn stopped pacing at the touch but instead let out a manic giggle as he fell to his knees in front of Poe again. “This is why I didn’t say it then, it’s coming out wrong. I told Rose this would happen but she told me it would be fine and that everything would work out. “  

He could see Poe physically tense up as if he were preparing for a hit, Poe opened his mouth but was quickly stopped by Finn placing a finger over it.

“What I needed to tell Rey was that I loved her” He started “AS A SISTER” he almost shouted when Poe’s eyes clenched shut.  “I needed her to know that we were drawn together for a reason, that she had family in me and that nothing would change that because I could feel her slipping away. But I also needed her to know that I was, that I am force sensitive.”

Poe’s eyes had snapped open when Finn shouted but they widened as he said that he was force sensitive and a small rock from the ground floated over to them and twisted in front of their faces.

“When I said I needed to go to Rey and that you weren’t Leia I didn’t mean that as an insult of your leading style. I was angry at Rey for running off alone, I was afraid because I could feel her slipping out of our reach and I was frustrated.  I took that out on you and that’s not okay but I never meant that you weren’t doing what you could just that you couldn’t feel the delicate balance we were hanging in.” Slowly as he said that the rock floated onto the cover beside Poe and Finn’s hand was now on the side of his face.

“I meant what I said about having time now Poe, we might still need to go and help the people who are still under control of the First Order but we have time. I know what Ren did to you and if you need time to accept me then that’s fine.” As he was speaking his head drew closer to Poe’s until their foreheads almost touched. “We have the rest of our lives and if you’ll let me I intend to find out all of your stories and make more with you” he whispered.

“The rest of our lives?” Poe whispered back shyly.

“The rest of our lives, you could tell me that you want to spend the rest of your life as a nerf herder or that you want to live on Jakku. As long as you want me with you then I’ll be there, I’m not sure when but somewhere during this war I fell in love with you. It might’ve been when you asked if I needed a pilot or when you hugged me that first time but it’s never stopped being there.  Just like I was drawn to Rey, I was drawn to you and even if you don’t feel the same way, if you want to marry Zorri and have ten kids I’ll always have your back.”

Poe felt tears well up in his eyes at Finn’s confession, he had been attracted to ex-trooper as soon as he had taken his helmet off to reveal one of the most beautiful men Poe had ever met.  It wasn’t until they hugged after finding each other again and Finn told him about his plan to save Rey that he felt himself falling. He closed the gap between their foreheads with a grip on the back of Finn’s neck he hadn’t realised he had.

"I don’t want to marry Zorri, ten kids is a lot but if that’s how many you want then I’m happy to have ten kids with you. We’ll figure out how to make sure they have your smile later because I want our kids to look like you. I don’t want to become a nerf herder or move to Jakku, why would anyone choose to live on Jakku?!” He exclaimed. “I love you Finn, the only thing I’m not certain of is that the rest of our lives are long enough. If I could have forever with you I would even if it meant following you into every battle, into every bit of quicksand or every storm.”

They fell into a kiss which made their toes curl, this was what they should have been doing since the start. They felt their happiness seep into their bones and stars flash behind their eyelids, when they started smiling too much to really kiss each other they were content to hold the other as close as they could.

Finn would later swear he heard a voice which sounded like both Leia and Rey say ‘Finally’ but for now he would hold Poe until it was time to follow him into battle again.

[mrfnnhudson]

got it in you → self-para

where → santana and finn’s apartment when → the morning after finn and santana’s christmas party what → finn realizes his mistakes, and tries his best to start fixing them warnings → mild sexual content. 

Finn slowly opened his eyes as the sun entered his room. His body was wrapped around Rachel's and they were both still naked. She stirred, before slowly opening up her eyes and smiling at him "Hey there handsome… I feel you're ready for round two?" Finn was confused for a second before he realized he was hard and Rachel wrapped her hand around his cock. He let out a little groan, but pulled away. He quickly gave Rachel a kiss "I just want to freshen up a bit first." He said with a little smile, before walking to the bathroom. Fuck, fuck, fuck. The events of last night replayed in his head. Had he told Rachel he would move to New York? He couldn't do that. He didn't love her. What the fuck was he thinking?! He took a deep breath. He had to tell Rachel he couldn't be with her. It wasn't fair to her, him using her to get over Santana, and just taking a chance he would get feelings for her. And he had to tell her now. The sooner he rips that band aid off the better. He probably wouldn't tell her about the Santana part, or maybe he had to? Maybe he owed her that. "Whatever, don't think, just do Finn Hudson. " he thought to himself as he slapped himself in the face and went over to the sink to splash his face with cold water. He dried himself off and looked at the counter, Santana… He had been a complete asshole to her, giving her shit, like all of this was her fault when it wasn't. It was his fault. And he needed to make things right somehow. He had been gone for like ten minutes now, and he took another deep breath as he headed for his bedroom. To his surprise Rachel stood on the floor, and was dressed in her clothes from the party. He was confused, and then he saw the look on Rachel's face and she did not look pleased. And then he noticed what was in her hand, his football jersey. And his drawer was open. "I looked for one of your t-shirts I could wear while you were gone… I was going to put this on until I noticed it smelled… Like women's perfume." Finn swallowed hard and grabbed a fresh clean of boxers to put on, he didn't exactly feel like being yelled at while completely naked.

"It kind off smelled like Santana's perfume… And then that was in your drawer." She said firmly as she pointed to his drawer. He didn't know what she was talking about so he stepped closer and then he spotted it. Santana's vibrator. It must have ended up in his room during one of their escapades. He was at a loss for words, but "luckily" for him Rachel continued. "And then it all made sense, why you and Santana were in the bathroom together. And I might have been drunk last night, but I know i didn't give you that hickey." She choked out as she pointed to the hickey on his neck and started crying. "How could you do this to me, Finn?!". He put his hand up to his neck. He had forgotten about that. "I'm sorry… I" "-You're sorry?! You slept with her, a half an hour before you did the same with me. How do you think that makes me feel Finn?! You know me and Santana have had our fights in the past, and even though we're friends now. You had to have known it would make me feel bad. It could have been anyone but her. Why her? Why?" she yelled out the last time with anger, and it got to him so he yelled back "Because I'm in love with her Rachel!". The shock and confusion mixed with the sadness and anger on her face, and for the first time Rachel Berry was left speechless. "I'm sorry… I didn't mean to yell I just… After a month of living together, things got flirty… And we ended up sleeping together. And again, and again. And all of a sudden, we were in this pseudo-relationship. And the night we met you at the Christmas market, I was going to tell her I loved her. But you came, and she ran away. But the next day, I told her through text and she told me she loved me back. But then I said you kissed me and that I kissed you back. And she got pissed and…." He realized she didn't need to hear all this. Or maybe she did to try to understand. "A few months ago, I would have loved to hear you say that you wanted us to be together… But I'm not in love with you anymore. I'm in love with her. And I thought that maybe if I accepted your proposal, I would get over her. But that was an asshole move, and you don't deserve that. And to be honest you should just slap me ri.." He didn't get to finish before Rachel slapped him across the face. It hurt, but he deserved it. And he did ask for it.

"Screw you Finn… I don't even know what to say." She said through tears as she went for the door and left. He closed his eyes and took another deep breath. He sat down on the bed with his head in his hands, considering what to do now… And he knew what he had to do. He put on some clothes, and went out into the living room, evidence of the party all around him. He sighed as he got started on cleaning up, but made sure to be quiet so he wouldn't wake Sam and Santana. If they were still here. While cleaning he was thinking of everything he wanted to say to Santana, and when he was done, he went to his bedroom and got her Christmas gift. It was a piece of paper, that recommended her for the official title of co-director of the glee club. He smiled as he reread it.

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Dear Mr. Figgins

It is my solemn recommendation that we grant Santana Lopez the title of co-director of William McKinley's "New Directions" and add to her salary for her work. The last few months Ms. Lopez has been an invaluable addition to the New Directions. She has guts, moxie, and isn't afraid to say what's on her mind. I believe her help, was a major factor in us winning sectionals. And I know we'll need her for regionals and nationals too, to win. The thing is, even though she has been helping us. She has no official title. When she joined us for sectionals, she was merely counted as a chaperone. And she is so much more than that. She is a part of this club, and the kids love her to pieces, and it wouldn't be the same without her. The title and added salary is something I believe she deserves for all her hard volunteer work. Just like Will Schuester needed Sue Sylvester to get this glee club to win Nationals for the first time, I, Finn Hudson need Santana Lopez to win. And I know you want this school to win too, both the cheerios and the glee club. She's the badass to my soft heart in glee club. We need the balance.

Sincerely,

Finn Hudson

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He didn't know if Santana still wanted to be a part of the glee club. But it was her choice. He also had the letter he had gotten back in which Figgins had agreed with him and accepted his proposal. He sat down and grabbed a piece of paper and started writing.

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Santana,

First off. I had your Christmas gift just lying around in my bedroom, and I don't know if you still want it, but it's yours. Secondly. I'm really sorry about what happened between the two of us, I am. And I understand now, that what I did was fucked up. I woke up this morning with a horrible feeling. I didn't even recognize myself and my actions. But they were my actions, and I take responsibility for them. You opened up to me, and I threw that away for one last kiss with Rachel. But I was the one who screwed it up. Not you. I'm sorry if I made you feel like I thought it was your fault. When I saw you throwing yourself at Sam, I was upset. So, I did the same thing with Rachel. And the next day I ended up breaking her heart too, she discovered your vibrator in my drawer and that my football jersey smelled like you. And then there was the hickey and us coming out of the bathroom together. She put two and two together. And, well… I told her the truth. And I told her that I couldn't be with her, because I'm not in love with her. I was an asshole. To both her and you. I seem to do that a lot lately, which is something I got to work on. I've decided to go and stay with my mom and Burt for the remainder of the holidays. I know I'm not your favorite person right now, and I want to give you the space you deserve. I want you to have the apartment, I'm taking my name off the lease. I realize that after everything us living together isn't really a viable option, or something that you want. I packed a bag with me, so I won't need to be back before I move out. And about yesterday… I meant what I said, after. I love you. And I'm sorry I screwed it up. I'm sorry that I betrayed you, and it's killing me that something I did is the reason you don't want us to be together. But I understand and respect it. I'm going to try to be a better person, the person I felt like I was when you and I were together. You deserve someone who's going to do right by you. Even if that someone didn't turn out to be me. I really hope you get it. Because you do deserve it, you're worthy of love. You're worth working for.

Finn

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Tears were sliding down his cheek as he folded the paper and put it in in an envelope he had written "For Santana" on. In which he also added the recommendation letter. With that he took a look around the apartment, with misty eyes before he walked out the door and locked it behind him.