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dreamlessinparis · 2 years

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Home Is Where The Heart Is

Pairing: Mickey Henry x F!Reader

Words: 5154

Summary: When something tragic happens, can you put all the pieces back together or will the relationship fall apart?

Warnings: amnesia, angst, fluff, smut, suspicion of infidelity, mentions of injuries (not graphic), flashbacks, pet names, 18+, unprotected sex, oral (giving and receiving), food fight,

A/N: This is my official entry for @bemine-bucky’s Sweetheart Diner challenge. This was supposed to be a lot more angsty but it turned out so soft. I'm not mad about it but you know. 😂 Thank you to @sweetkingdomstarlight-blog for looking this over for me 💕 All mistakes are my own 😊

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Mickey burst through the doors of the hospital, his heart racing. It was pounding so hard he was surprised it hadn't exploded out of his chest.

He couldn't remember much after the phone call of his accident; he wasn't even sure how he made it here. His moped was probably illegally parked but he didn't really care.

His feet carried him to the desk and the nurse took one look at his panicked face and stood.

"Can I help you, sir?" She asked, fingers poised to type.

"Yes-uhm," he stumbled over his words, still flustered, "My wife got in an accident. Y/n Henry. I need to see her!"

She typed rapidly and the room number barely passed her lips before he was racing down the hallway, searching.

The door to your room was open but the appearance of you laying so broken on the bed gave him pause. His hand gripped the frame to keep himself upright and his chest felt tight. He couldn't breathe, his beautiful vibrant wife covered in bandages and bruises hurt him more than words could express.

"Mr. Henry?" a voice from behind him asked. Mickey turned his head slowly, finding it hard to tear his eyes from you, in case you disappeared.

"Yes, I'm Mickey," he said, watching the doctor walk into the room.

“Your wife has sustained quite a few major injuries but the worst of it is her head injuries. There was some swelling, and we’re not sure if or when she will wake up.”

Mickey’s heart clenched, not knowing how to comprehend that news. He shakily took a seat, not hearing the rest of what the doctor was saying, his eyes glued on your dormant frame. Mickey could feel a sharp pain searing into his soul, the thought of never seeing you smile or hear you laugh was too much for him to handle. Leaning forward, he buried his head in his hands and began to sob.

Mickey was a wild man with a heart of gold. He never knew boundaries on fun and it was incredible how limitless he loved when he did fall in love. When he had asked you to be his partner for your Lit class, you were surprised. Your head in a book demeanor was completely opposite to his way of life.

His energy and personality was hard not to love though and even after the project he became a permanent fixture in your life. His friends became your friends and vice versa. All your free time was spent together but neither of you made a move romantically til months later.

Mickey had invited you over to his apartment. You sat on his couch reading and highlighting a textbook while he sat on the floor, working on the coffee table, tapping his ring-covered fingers against the edge of his laptop. He was creating a new mix for his deejaying gig on Saturday and despite his intent to finish his song, he kept glancing in your direction. At first you pretended not to notice, focusing on your studying but eventually you caved.

“Everything okay, Mickey?” you asked.

“Yeah, uh huh,” he said, quickly turning back to his computer. You laughed under your breath as he slowly turned back to look again, thinking you had glanced away, blushing when he saw you hadn’t.

“You sure? Something on my face?” you questioned, putting your book aside and leaning forward. He turned to you with a serious face, shaking his head.

“No, just your beauty is hard to look away from for too long,” he stated, and his words shocked you. Mickey was ridiculously handsome and for him to think this of you was surprising. You instinctively drooped your gaze, not able to meet his eye.

His finger hooked under your chin, bringing your face up and he gazed at your face, before leaning in and kissing you softly.

That had been your first kiss and from then on he was yours and you were his. Nothing kept you two apart, despite rocky situations that soon arose.

Mickey couldn’t bring himself to leave your hospital room, no matter how many times your family offered to stay while he did. He had to be there when you woke up especially with the way your last phone call had gone.

He only hoped you knew how much he loved you. The sound of your heartbroken voice still filled his ears; he was still in shock that you thought he would ever cheat on you. Mickey hadn’t done anything on purpose yet somehow the pictures ended up being sent to your office. He was devastated knowing his stupid actions led to your distress. He wasn’t going anywhere til you woke up and this whole situation was straightened out.

He grabbed your hand, placing a soft kiss on it before standing to stretch his legs. Walking over to the window, he watched the bright lights of the city. He ran his hand over his face, before resting his forehead against the cold glass.

“Ugh,” a croaky rough voice sounded from behind him and Mickey was too stunned to move for a moment.

He quickly came to his senses and turned to see you staring back at him. He couldn’t help himself from crying as he rushed over to you.

“Baby, you’re awake,” he said, voice cracking slightly. Cupping your face, he kissed you with the pent up fear and love from the past couple of weeks. After a few moments, he realized you weren’t kissing back. Pulling away he found you watching him with wide eyes, “ Angel, are you okay?”

“I’m sorry,” you said softly, stopping to clear your throat between each word. Mickey quickly got a cup of water, holding the straw as you drank. Swallowing, you started again, “I’m sorry but who are you?”

Mickey felt the floor drop from under his feet, collapsing down in the chair, “You don’t know me?”

You shook your head hesitantly, “No, who are you?” You repeated before pausing and following up with a second question, “Who am I?”

Rain pattered against the window, adding to the cozy atmosphere of the darkened room. Your head laid on Mickey’s chest, listening to the beat of his heart as he slept soundly. You ran your fingers down the soft planes of his torso, drawing random shapes until you reached where the comforter was covering his lower half. His breathing hitched as you kept going, dancing your fingers over his semi hard length.

Wrapping your hand gently around the velvety shaft, you stroked him slowly. Building up your speed, his cock quickly hardened beneath your touch as you tried not to wake him up just yet. Placing soft kisses on his skin, you worked your way down his torso, lifting the comforter up gently to not jostle him.

Soft grunts came from his parted lips and his face was scrunched in pleasure. With the comforter out of the way, you had a full view of his cock. It was beautiful, veiny and meaty, the mushroom head leaking. You could spend all your free time worshipping it, driving Mickey mad if he let you, but he always preferred to bury himself in your warmth.

So when opportunities like this arose where you woke up before him, you had to take advantage. Quickly you moved to where your head was level with his dick. Licking along the sensitive slit, you felt him twitch in your hand. Smiling to yourself, you take more of him in your mouth, hollowing your cheeks.

Mickey’s hands gripped at the sheets, his body tensing with each bob of your head. When he hit the back of your throat, you swallowed, taking him in further. This jolted him awake, his hand finding the nape of your neck as he gave a heady groan. Mickey’s head lifted, immediately falling back down at the sight before him. His hand stayed on your head but it was more of a comfortable weight instead of a guiding hand. You took him all the way down, nuzzling your nose against his abdomen. The warm, tight haven your mouth was, had him groaning loudly, the sound echoing in the dim room.

“Baby I’m so close,” Mickey muttered, his hips bucking up chasing your ascending mouth. Swirling your tongue over the bulbous tip, you looked up at him through your lashes.

“I want you to cum in my mouth, Mickey. Want to taste you.”

His hand cupped your cheek, his rings cool against your flushed skin, thumb wiping some of the cum and drool off your chin as he watched you with adoration.

“Anything you want, Angel. Fuck you look so damn beautiful right now,” he whispered, dragging his thumb over your bottom lip. You parted your lips, letting his thumb slip in. Biting down lightly you sucked on it. Mickey’s eyes rolled back and you knew he was at such a pliant stage that you could ask him for just about anything and he’d comply.

Letting go of his thumb, you returned your attention back to the gorgeous veiny shaft. It was rare for Mickey to not take over and it was probably due to his groggy state. But you were trying to enjoy it as much as possible.

Wanting to prolong his orgasm, you licked a barely there line down his hard cock, continuing until you reached his balls. The smooth sacs felt heavy on your tongue. Drawing one in your mouth, your hand toyed with the other one. The obscene slurping noises you made as you lathe his balls, were intertwined with his deep groans. The tip of your tongue trailed further down to the patch of skin behind his balls and Mickey let out a debauched moan, his hands tightly gripping the sheets.

You smiled to yourself, nipped lightly at the skin making him moan again. It brought you great pleasure to make him lose himself like this and that was one of the best things about Mickey. He always took care of you in bed, treated you like a queen and in return you did the same. Satisfaction in sex was never a thing before Mickey.

“Please baby, you’re killing me here,” Mickey pleaded, his cock twitching as if emphasizing his point. Taking pity on him, you wrapped your hand around his base and bobbed your head slowly until you had swallowed him all the way down again.

You could feel his abs twitching signaling how close he was. Your hands tugged and rolled his balls gently as you worked him over with your mouth. You deep throated him one more time, swallowing around when he was all the way in, and Mickey erupted, shooting hot ropes of cum down your throat.

Pulling back slowly, you smiled sweetly up at him, your chin covered in a mixture of drool and cum. Your jaw ached but you could care less. You wiped away some of the cum off your skin with your thumb, popping it into your mouth, “Mhmm, thank you for breakfast handsome, tasted so good.”

Mickey’s eyes were hungry as he sat up, cupping your face and bringing you up to a sitting position.

“Glad to be of service, but now it’s my turn,” he smirked, kissing you lightly before tossing you on the bed beside him.

He crawled atop of you, kissing every inch of you he could, leaving you a whimpering mess. Mickey had a playful grin on his face, knowing that he was ruining you and he hadn’t even done anything yet. “Mickey stop toying with me please,” you begged, and he placed a kiss over your heart before he made his way all the way down.

Your legs fell apart for him, revealing your throbbing, soaked cunt. Mickey ran two fingers over your folds, collecting your honey and hungrily licking it off his fingers.

“Oh I don’t think anything tastes better than this pretty pussy,” Mickey mused, making a show of completely sucking them clean, “You got all worked up like this, Angel, just from sucking my cock? Such a dirty little slut for me.”

His words had you clenching around nothing and another wave of arousal leaked out of you. Mickey licked his lips, smiling up at you before diving in, shaking his head as he devoured you.

Your body arched off the bed, your hands grabbing his hair, holding him in place. His tongue explored your folds in broad strokes before delving the thick muscle into your weeping heat. Your hips rolled, grinding against his face as Mickey fucked you with his tongue.

You never lasted long when he ate you, he was an expert on exactly what buttons to push. Extracting his tongue, he licked his way up, circling your clit with the tip of his tongue before pulling it into his mouth. He sucked on the hard pearl, while two of his fingers slid into you. The cool metal of his rings seared against your heat, making you arch off the bed. Curling his fingers he immediately found the spot that made you see stars.

Soon he had you moaning and begging to cum, your body trembling from the release he kept withholding from you. He kept toying with you, enjoying the sweet sounds and breathy whimpers you were making and when he finally took you over the edge, your whole body shook, vision turning white. It tore through you like a hurricane, and you arched, screaming out. Mickey continued eating you out, prolonging your orgasm until you settled back onto the bed, completely boneless.

He crawled up to lay beside you and you snuggled into him, your eyes heavy.

“Marry me?” he said and your eyes flew up. There was the usual mischievous glint in his eye but other than that he was completely serious.

“What?” you asked breathlessly. “Marry me, be mine forever.”

“Where did this come from?”

“Well I did that thing you like, so I thought now would be the most malleable time to ask. When you’re vulnerable and soft,” He joked, and you smacked his chest, making him laugh.

“Mickey, that's not what I meant. Why would you wanna marry me anyhow?”

He answered without hesitation, “So I can kiss you anytime I want.” Before sealing it with a kiss.

You didn’t say yes, you didn’t have to, it was unspoken yet oh so clear. You would gladly be his wife.

Mickey watched you cautiously as you flitted through the kitchen, refamiliarizing yourself with where everything was. It was recommended by your doctor that the best way to regain your memories was to acclimate back into your environment. So that’s what Mickey did, he took you home.

That was five weeks ago and you were still struggling to remember. The first couple of weeks were spent in bed, both healing from your injuries and looking through old photos. You were quick to remember some things like your family and your childhood but Mickey seemed to be a whole other obstacle.

Mickey was at a loss; he wanted to give you space but at the same time he wanted to hold you tight and never let go. You were civil towards him and he didn’t know why but that almost made it worse.

“Mickey?” you asked, pulling him from his thoughts.

“Yes, sweetheart?” He couldn’t help the term of endearment and by now it seemed you had grown used to them.

“Why are there so many baking supplies?” Your question made him laugh until he saw the embarrassed look on your face.

Mickey couldn’t stop himself from coming around the island and gently cupping your face, “I’m sorry. I wasn’t making fun of you. It’s just, the question took me off guard. I wasn’t expecting it.”

You only nodded, your teeth worrying into your bottom lip. His thumb stroked your cheek and he was surprised when you leaned into his touch. He wondered if even though your mind didn’t remember him, your body did.

“We have so many baking supplies because you -,” he paused to boop your nose, making you giggle, “- loved to bake and you’re incredible at it.”

You pondered his words before asking, “Do you think I’d still be good at it?”

“I don’t see why not.” He reluctantly pulled away from you and walked over to the small bookshelf by the window. Pulling out the book he wanted, he turned back to you, “This was your recipe book. All your notes and adjustments are in here.”

You took the book from him, plopping down on a stool at the island, and began flipping through it. Mickey began to leave when you stopped him.

“Stay. Please? You can tell me which ones are your favorites?” You said softly, your face hopeful. Mickey nodded, not wanting words to ruin the moment, and took the seat next to you.

The kitchen was your oasis. You could lose yourself for hours in baking. The precise measurements, the impromptu material additions that made even the slightest difference in taste, the ability to create something from nothing. Mickey had insisted on renting this apartment after he saw how in love with the kitchen you were, despite it being a bit out of your price range. He didn’t tell you that was why, saying it was because he loved the view. But you knew the truth and you also knew he didn’t want you to feel guilty. So you humored him.

You poured a cup of milk into the wet mixture before turning to grab the vanilla extract. Mickey’s arms around your waist made you squeal and drop the whisk in your hand. His lips peppered kisses on your skin and you giggled, squirming in his hold. “How’s my pretty little baker?” He asked, spinning you around in his arms and pinning you against the counter. “Making a whole mess, I see.” His finger rubbed a spot on your cheek, probably clearing a streak of flour off. “You know me, I get so submerged that I don’t focus on much else.” You said, scrunching your nose and giving him a quick peck. Unsatisfied by that, he drew you in close and kissed you deeply. “I know, baby. I love how passionate you get when you bake.”

“Hmm really?” you whispered against his lips, locking your arms around his neck. “Yes, gorgeous. Seeing you in this frilly little apron, does so much for me,” He confessed, sucking lightly on your jawline, continuing down. “Mickey, you’re insatiable,” you laughed, pushing him back and wiggling out of his grip. You picked up the whisk and threw it in the sink. Mickey hovered behind you and you pretended to not notice. Paying no attention to him, you mixed the dry ingredients with the wet ones and made sure the batter is fully combined. Mickey stood just behind you, close enough that you could feel his heat. He wanted to touch you, but he also knew if he messed with you before you were at a good stopping point, you’d kick his ass.

Feeling playful, you dipped your finger into the batter, and spun around, wiping it down your cheek. Mickey’s eyes shone with mischief and shock, a low growl rumbling in his chest. “You shouldn’t have done that, baby.” He pounced on you, grabbing you by the hips before you could escape. Reaching into the flour, he grabbed a handful and dumped it on your head. Your eyes widened, gasping in shock. His flour covered hand smacked your ass, leaving a perfect imprint behind. His fingers fumbled with the apron ties on your back and he untied them, pulling it off you as he gave you a kiss. You were sure you looked like Casper right now but he didn’t care. Your hand felt around the counter, trying to find the flour. You couldn’t and instead, you grabbed the first time you touched. An egg. Mickey’s face, when you broke the egg atop his head, was priceless and if he wasn’t holding you so tightly, you would have definitely run.

Even with slime running down his face, he was still the most handsome man you’d ever seen. His beautiful blue as the ocean eyes were always smiling and you got lost in them several times a day. That chiseled jawline was so sharp, the stubble covering it tingling your fingers as you trailed along it. Your thumb grazed over his lips and he kissed the pad lightly.

“You look great with egg in your hair Mickey,” you smirked and he shook his head. His gorgeous face distracted you so thoroughly, you missed him grabbing an egg until it was already cracked on your head.

“Mickey!” you exclaimed, the goo sliding down your face. You wiped at it, rubbing what was on your fingers on his shirt.

He looked down at the egg goop you smeared on his shirt and snarled playfully. Before you knew it, a full blown food fight broke out, ingredients flying all over. You two tried to outdo the other, getting dirtier and dirtier until you were both lying on the ground out of breath.

A giggle bubbled in your throat and soon the two of you were busting out in full belly laughs. Mickey rolled onto his side, facing you. “God, how are you still so beautiful, even when covered in food?” He whispered, brushing his lips to yours. You shook your head, thinking he was ridiculous. You were definitely a mess while he was laying there looking like a model, that was artfully covered in food. “Oh baby, always such a sweet talker.”

“Only the truth, gorgeous,” He kissed you more firmly this time, his hands slipping under your tank top. Mickey groaned when his hand cupped your bare breast. Pulling away for a moment, he tore your top off your body in a swift motion and connected your lips again. The two of you clawed and tugged at each other’s clothes.

Hovering over you, he slid into you and you arched up into him. Mickey found a comfortable rhythm, fucking you into a blissful state. You worked on kissing him all over, nails clawing at his back as he hooked his arms under your thighs, pushing them up towards your chest.

The angle drove him deeper into you and you were begging him to go harder, to not stop. His name falling from your lips in a repetitive chant.

“I love you, pretty girl,” Mickey breathed in your ear. Your mind was blank, hard to focus on anything but the man on top of you. “I love you too, handsome.” Fell from your lips in an automatic response.

Mickey hummed lovingly, sucking spots along your skin, marking you up completely. His hips never faltered as he pushed you to your peak, his thumb strumming your clit to keep your high extended. You couldn’t form a coherent thought, just clinging onto him as he kept going, chasing his own high. You clamped down around him, making him tense moments before he picked up pace, a sloppy pace before he exploded into you, filling you up.

Coming down from your highs, you gazed in each other’s eyes for a moment, enjoying each other’s presence. Mickey smiled softly and gave you one more light kiss before rolling off you. He got to his feet, looking down at you lying boneless on the ground. You giggled, watching his soft cock swinging like a pendulum. He rolled his eyes at your silliness.

“Come on, beautiful, let’s go take a shower.” He said, gathering you up in his arms. You held onto him, legs wrapped around his waist as he left the room, “Get you all nice and clean before I make a mess out of you again.”

You buried your head in his chest, whimpering at his words.

“Mickey what the fuck?!” You shouted, “All this time you had me believing you loved me, that we had this great love story when in actuality you were cheating on me!” “Y/n, hold on for a moment,” Mickey pleaded, holding his hands up placating you, mocking you. He thought you a fool. No, scratch that, he made you a fucking fool. And now he stood in front of you, all attractive and puppy dog eyed. Fuck him and his handsome face.

You scoffed, shaking your head as you tossed the photos on the coffee table. The evidence was there clear as day. He was obviously in a relationship with the girl in the photos, the chemistry was palpable. Whoever this girl was, he had feelings for her, and for some reason that hurt your heart. “For what Mickey? The proof is the pudding, so to speak.”

Mickey looked down at the photos and back at you. He bent down to grab one, holding it gingerly in his hands. If you didn’t know better, you would think he was holding back tears.

“I know, okay? I know this is all my fault. If you had never seen these photos, you would have never called me upset, you would have never driven in that condition. I would have never lost you like I have. I know all that,” Mickey expressed, “But baby, it’s not what you think. I didn’t cheat on you! Please let me explain!”

Your heart sank at his words, the reasons behind your accident finally falling into place. His distress made you want to reach out to him and something about the desperation in his tone made you want to listen. Made you feel like you owe him a chance to explain. Like maybe if that’s what you had done in the first place, none of this would have happened. However even now your first reaction had been to freak out.

You couldn’t imagine how the person you were would have felt finding out about these photos. But you had an inkling. It hurt so bad, tore through you. Your head might still be scrambled but your heart knew what you wanted, who you loved, and that was Mickey. Taking a deep breath, you sank down onto the couch and looked at him expectedly. Mickey, realizing that you were going to listen to him, sat down next to you, taking your hands carefully into his. “I didn’t cheat on you. I would never do that. These photos were taken out of context and I don’t know who did it but I do know why,” Mickey began, “This girl -” his finger jabbed at the blonde in the photo, “- is my ex. We dated in college until I met you. On and off. After I fell in love with you, she seemed fine at first but over the years, she kept inserting herself into my life. Trying to break us up.”

Something about the tone of his voice made you believe him. The pure honestly, the look in his eyes and the way that he gripped your hands tightly, willing you not to leave him, had you squeezing back. He gave you a small smile before continuing. “She showed up at my work that day, and I told her I didn’t want to see her. Thought she’d left until I came out to leave. Before I even knew what was happening, she grabbed my face and kissed me.”

A low hiss came out of you and you tried to pull away from him instinctively. Mickey held on, scooting even closer to you. Tears welled in your eyes. You couldn’t help it, it was harder than you thought it would be to hear this.

“I pushed her away!” He exclaimed, “I swear! And then I forgot about it, baby. Or tried to. I didn’t want to remember it. I just wanted to move on.”

“Why didn’t you tell me when it happened?” you asked, your voice wavering slightly, “I obviously knew about her craziness, why did you not trust me enough to tell me?”

“It had nothing to do with whether I trusted you. We were going through a rough patch and I was afraid this would make things worse. I figured it would disappear. I wanted to focus on us.”

You swallowed the lump in your throat, nodding slowly, “And then these photos showed up?”

Mickey let out a sound of disgust, eyeing the photos in anger, “Yes. Goddamnit yes. At your job.”

“We argued, I crashed. Boom memory gone,” you concluded, your hands leaving his to emphasize the boom. Mickey chuckled despite himself and nodded. You gave a watery laugh too, a couple tears escaping. “I’m sorry y/n. If I had been honest, if I had told you, none of this would have happened. I was just too afraid to lose you.” Mickey admitted, his head hung low. Not being about to help yourself, you crawled into his lap, needing to be close to him.

Mickey’s body tensed in surprise, before melting into your arms, burying his head into the crook of your neck. You stroked his hair, letting the tears fall freely. By the wetness against your throat, you knew he was also crying. The universe had almost taken you from him and he never had the chance to grieve that. He stayed strong for you through your recovery and it never crossed your mind how much he actually was suffering.

Love was a strange thing and even when you couldn’t remember, your soul knew who you loved. Mickey was your past, your present and you knew with every fiber of your body, he was your future. You pulled back slowly and Mickey lifted his head, his face hesitant. Smiling softly, you held his face in your hands, cherishing the way he was looking at you. Like you were the only girl in the world. Trusting your instincts you kissed him. He gasped being caught off guard but he bounced back, grabbing you tightly. The kiss was tender, like a first kiss, but so full of passion that it took your breath away.

The two of you separated and you knew he was afraid you were still going to leave. That this was a goodbye kiss. You didn’t know why but the words that tumbled out of you felt right.

“Why did you wanna marry me for anyhow?”

Mickey’s smile was so wide, it looked like it hurt and you were sure the wording wasn’t completely right but it had the effect that you wanted it to.

“So I can kiss you anytime I want,” Mickey replied, pulling you in for another kiss. Sealing your fate as his one and only.

Life can throw obstacles at you when you least expect them but you have to move forward, push through, and sometimes the only way you can do that is with the help of those you love. You may never remember everything but you knew in your heart, your soul, your entire being, that Mickey Henry would stick by your side through it all. Taglist:

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josie-gvf · 2 years

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Fifteen ‘til Takeoff

Part 11 of 11

Josh kiszka x reader

WARNINGS: tiny bit of angst, language, FLUFF. Fluffy fluffy fluff.

Word count: 2.4k!

It’s finished! This is the second and final part to my very first fic. I hope you all enjoy! Thank you so much for all of the likes, reblogs, and interest in the first part. My asks are always open, so feel free to send requests for oneshots/headcanons any time. As always, suggestions/feedback always welcome!Peace, love, and light -JJ💫

Ps. I’ve edited for grammar/spelling to the best of my current ability at 2am. I’ll check it again in the morning 😂

Your cabin was only about 20 minutes away, granted, after about the first month or so, you rarely stayed there. Instead, you crashed in the spare room at the boys’ house. As soon as you walked in, you pulled out your phone. 2 missed calls and a text from Josh, all of which you ignored. You set your alarms and put your phone on “Do Not Disturb”. After packing up the last bit of your stuff, you tried to get some rest. Your flight was set to leave at 3pm, and you were originally supposed to meet with the boys for one last lunch before flying home. You walked into the main bedroom of the cabin and flicked on the dim bedside light. You changed into your pink satin pajamas and laid back onto scratchy plaid bed sheets. Normally, the cliché cabin decor and uncomfortable bedding would have kept you awake, but tonight, the only thing on your mind was Josh. You laid for hours, replaying the last 6 months over and over and over again. This evening had been a disaster, and the last thing you wanted to do was leave things on a bad note with Josh. You picked up your phone and looked at the time: 1:38am. You wondered if he had texted or tried to call again, but you didn’t check. At this point, your pride was the only thing stopping you from calling him. Or hell, even driving back to his house. All you wanted to do was fall into his arms, run your fingers through his soft curls, and pretend like this entire day never happened.

Sleep had apparently stolen your thoughts because the next thing you knew, your alarm was blaring. 7:00am. Only 8 hours left of your time with the boys. 8 hours to try and make amends with Josh before putting 2200 miles between the both of you. You showered and had a quick breakfast before driving back to the Kiszka house. You had decided not to call or text; you just wanted to show up and start fresh. Standing at their front door, your heart sank. You began to knock, but hesitated. Should I just walk in, like usual? Am I even welcome to walk in anymore? Your thoughts were cut short by the door swinging open before you. Jake stood shirtless, wearing only plaid pajama bottoms.

“Y/n’, he started, “hi... I just heard someone pull in so I—“ your eyes darted all around the house behind him, never stopping to meet his, or even to fixate on anything at all.

“A-are you okay?” He asked, genuinely concerned.

“Yeah I’m fine” you lied, “where is Josh?” Your voice was quiet, almost as if you were afraid to speak.

“He’s not with you?” Jake asked, growing visibly worried, “He left early this morning, didn’t say anything to anyone. We figured he was meeting up with you after whatever the fuck happened yesterday...” Your heart sank and you checked your phone for any missed calls or new texts from Josh. Nothing.

“Have you tried to call him? I haven’t seen him today” Your mind immediately finds the worst case scenario and you begin to panic. It must have been obvious, because Jake picked up on your change of tone quickly.

“It’s okay y/n, just come inside. I’ll try to call him, but I’m sure if he isn’t with you he probably just left to get food or watch the sunrise from the back of a unicorn or some stupid shit like that, don’t worry.” He joked sweetly, trying to keep things light.

You took a seat next to Jake on the couch as he tried to call Josh. You perk up and your eyes scan his face when he begins to speak.

“Hey man, where are you? Y/n is here.” He chirps. He’s silent for a moment and you wonder what Josh is saying.

“Alright man, well don’t forget today is her last day here. We’re all going to go to lunch before we see her off on her flight at 3” he says, and with that, he hangs up.

“Where is he?” You ask, chewing your bottom lip. Jake stands up from his spot on the couch and pads into the kitchen, opening the cupboard and retrieving an old Christmas mug. “Apparently he’s running a few last minute errands, whatever the fuck that means” He pours a steady stream of coffee into the mug, “But don’t worry about it, he knows we’re meeting for lunch so we’ll see him soon enough. Coffee?” He asks. You decline, shaking your head and sinking back into the faded blue couch, finding yourself lost in thought. This time, thinking about all the nights you and Josh had fallen asleep on this very couch, snuggled up like your time together would never run out.

As lunch time rolls around, you, Jake, Sam, and Danny carpool to one of your favorite restaurants. Given the circumstances, you’re almost not surprised when you find that Josh is yet again nowhere to be found. 3 unanswered texts later, Jake is beginning to grow frustrated. “I know you guys had some sort of little falling out yesterday, but for christ sake, this is getting ridiculous”, he pulls out his phone and calls Josh for the second time today. But this time, he doesn’t answer.

“It’s fine Jake, I’m sure he’s just still busy’” you say, adequately fighting back tears. “Let’s just go ahead in and get a table and hopefully he’ll show up soon”. Jake nods and you all head inside. You order drinks and food and the boys strike up conversation about all the good times and laughs you’ve shared together. You try to remain as present as possible, given that these are some of your last moments with three boys who have become brothers to you. But an hour has passed, and there’s still no sign of Josh. You can feel yourself becoming distant, inattentive to the conversations playing out before you. Should I try to call him? Should we try to find him? He does know I’m leaving right? Am I really not going to see him again after yesterday? Is this really the way things end for us? You’re not the only one bothered by Josh’s absence. Chalk it up to twin-tuition, but Jake is obviously feeling an emotional tug from somewhere as well. He’s seated beside you, and out of the corner of your eye, you watch him push food around on his plate, not bothering to eat it. He sighs and you’d swear he was about to snap, but instead, he throws his arm around your shoulder and pulls you in for a side hug, knocking the side of his head against yours.

“You know,” he says, barely above a whisper, “He gets like this sometimes. When he gets scared, when he has to feel through big emotions”. You’re not sure where Jake is going with this but you listen intently, looking up at him now. “He wouldn’t tell any of us what happened yesterday. But I know he’s upset about you leaving. Even if he has a funny way of showing it” he huffs out a sarcastic laugh and gestures broadly to the table that Josh is missing from. Jake trying to comfort you is such a bittersweet feeling. Tears work their way into your eyes, and you aren’t brave enough to respond to what he’s just said, knowing you’ll choke the second to try to speak. So you choose to lay your head on his shoulder instead, and watch him scoot food around his plate with his free hand. Not long after, the waitress brings by the check. After relentless protest from you, Jake pays for everyones lunch. You all stay and chat a bit longer, soaking up these last moments.

At 2:00pm, you arrive at the private airstrip. Due to the nature of your work and for the privacy of the band, Brooke had made arrangements for you to fly via a semi-private airline. A small jet, with a seating capacity of about 10 passengers. Sam and Danny help you carry your luggage and a few extra boxes containing items you had acquired while traveling through Frankenmuth. You sort through a small carry-on bag and make sure you have everything you’ll need to get you through a five hour flight. Jake has been frantically trying to get in touch with Josh, with no luck. You try your best to keep it together. Knowing deep down how much you had wanted to come clean and tell Josh how you really felt. It was becoming more and more evident, however, that you weren’t going to get the chance.

2:30

Your stomach was in knots and tears started to flow as you began saying your goodbyes to the boys. You hugged each of them, cracking a few jokes to try and lighten the mood. But it was no use. Each of the boys shared such sweet sentiments with you, and you were going to miss them the way your lungs would miss oxygen. Your last goodbye was to Jake. Literally Josh’s other half. This one was a special kind of hurt.

“I really thought he would show” You manage to choke out, you felt your entire body shake, and tears soaked Jake’s shoulder.

“Me too”, Jake whispered, hugging you tighter. You finally step back and wipe your eyes, reaching down to pick up your carry-on. You try to pull yourself together but you already know this is a battle you won’t win.

“I came here for work and ended up with a family” tears tightening your throat make it harder for you to speak over the roar of the jet engines, “I hope you guys know how thankful I am to have met you. Thank you for showing me that family doesn’t always require blood. I love you all so, so much” by now your throat is starting to ache and your body feels like it’s crumbling underneath you. Where is he? Why isn’t he here?

“Tell Josh that I—I—“ burying your face in your hands, your sobs take over. No, no, no, no, no! This can’t be happening! Please don’t let it end like this.

“FIFTEEN ’TIL TAKEOFF!” The pilot’s voice rang out over the exterior intercom system, snapping you out of your head. Jake is beside you now, leaning in so you can hear him.

“Tell him yourself”, he says, pointing to a thin figure running towards you through the empty airstrip.

Josh.

“Josh!” You yell, desperate and exasperated.

Your bodies collide and suddenly your entire world is at peace again. You can no longer hear the roar of the engines behind you. You’re breathing him in again, almost as if it’s the first time. His warmth, the way he smells, his curls against your face, the way his body feels against yours. Like God himself designed him to fit only into you. He’s here. He’s really here. Everything is okay. You’re only pulled back into reality by the sound of Josh’s voice.

“I’m sorry, y/n, I am so, so sorry.” He pulls back from your embrace ever so slightly, only to lay his forehead against yours. Still with one arm around your waist, he cups one side of you face.

“Josh It’s—“

“No it’s not” He cuts you off, “It’s not okay. It’s never okay for me or anyone to speak to you the way I did yesterday. Or to leave you the way I left you today. I should have been here” Tears are beginning to well in his eyes and his voice is cracking but he continues, “I should have been here all day, begging you not to get on this plane, begging you not to go”. You’re holding his face now, and you shake your head softly.

“Josh—“ You try, but interrupts you for the second time.

“Y/n, I love you. I love you”, he says breathlessly, his eyes dart between yours, searching for a reaction, “I’m so sorry I didn’t tell you sooner. I was so scared that you didn’t feel the same way but I’m even more afraid of you leaving. Please tell me I’m not too late, y/n, give me a chance to prove it to you, please don’t get on that pl—“

This time it’s you who cuts him off. In matter of seconds your lips have found his and you’re lost in him again. It’s different this time. The usual peace of his embrace is now met with ecstasy. Fire, even. Your whole body is buzzing. Everything you’ve ever felt for Josh is falling into place, causing you to fall apart. You’re spinning, dwindling down into bliss, unwinding from your head all the way to your toes. Against your will, your souls are abruptly pulled apart again.

“Ms. y/l/n,”, the pilot has stepped into the doorway of the jet, “are you still boarding with us this afternoon? We’re due for take off.” He states, clearly not amused with your lack of punctuality.

You look at Josh and he shakes his head so softly that if you weren’t mere inches from his face, you would have missed it. Without even thinking about your home or your job in California, or what you’re going to tell Brooke, you shout back, “I’m sorry, I can’t board this flight”. You look back at Josh and smile only for a moment before runway personnel are shooing you off of the airstrip. The 5 of you are escorted back to Jake’s car where Josh has also conveniently parked.

“You know, that was very dramatic. Very “theater kid” of you”, you say with a smirk, turning to face Josh. He pulls you into another kiss, effortlessly.

“You know you liked it”, he says throwing you a wink. You opt to ride home with Josh of course, taking this time to discuss how you will now be wearing all of his clothing and using his toothbrush, since all of your belongings were halfway to Los Angeles by now.

You spent the rest of the evening with all of the brothers (Danny included), just like normal. When everyone had finally retreated to their beds, you and Josh stayed nestled into your favorite spot on that faded blue couch, just like always, tangled up together, enjoying this new feeling. As sleep started to take over, you ran your fingers through Josh’s hair, leaning down to where he was nestled across you, and kissed his forehead.

“Thank you for staying” he murmured, his soft brown eyes catch yours and he flashes you a sleepy smile.

“I never wanted to leave anyway” you quip back, tracing a line down his perfect nose with your fingertip

“Oh and by the way,” you yawned, “I love you too”.

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