“But some part of him realised, even as he fought to break free from Lupin, that Sirius had never kept him waiting before… Sirius had risked everything, always, to see Harry, to help him… if Sirius was not reappearing out of that archway when Harry was yelling for him as though his life depended on it, the only possible explanation was that he could not come back… that he really was—”
Every couple fights, it’s a natural thing to do but, lately, Josh and I have been just fighting nonstop. Josh has just been distant and forgetful lately, it’s really effecting me. Last week was our three year anniversary and he wasn’t here, he was at a friends place and he hasn’t realized it yet. I’ve vented to Jenna about it who of course told Tyler. The second Tyler found out he was so upset, Tyler is like a brother to me now after all of these years and even though he is Josh’s best friend he really looks out for me.
Tyler and Jenna both have tried to talk to Josh to try and figure out what’s been going on with him, but he refuses to talk. He just tells them that everything’s fin but the three of us know it’s not. Part of me is worried that he’s decided he has had enough of me and has gone back to Debbie since they’re still really close, even after all of this time. Jenna keeps telling me that it can’t be true since Josh loves me so much, but I just don’t know anymore.
I was pulled out of my thoughts as the front door had slammed shut. I was staring at my computer screen while sitting on the couch, reading some article about the latest idiotic thing that Trump has come out and said. I looked up and saw Josh and he looked pissed.
“Josh, what’s wrong?” I asking setting my computer aside and turning my body to face him.
“Why are Tyler and Jenna continuously pestering me about our relationship? What do you know about that Y/N? Huh?” He said his face turing red with anger.
“They’re just looking out for me, Josh. Things have been hard lately between us and I’ve been confiding in them,” I say to him calmly.
“Y/N, they’re my friends. Not yours.” Ouch. “And things have not been hard between us. What put that thought in your head?”
“You’ve been distant and we seem to always be fighting lately,” I try to say on the brink of tears. I look down at my heads and wipe my tears away quickly, hoping Josh wouldn’t notice. “I have not been distant!” He yells. I can’t take this anymore. I stand up from the couch and walk to our bedroom.
I walk to the closet and pull out a duffle bag and start packing up my belongings. I start to really cry even though I don’t want to. I just can’t take this anymore, he just doesn’t seem to care. I try to gather my things as quickly as possible until I heard loud footsteps coming up the stairs. I wipe the tears quickly away again right as the door flings open.
“What are you doing?” His voice bellows out.
“I’m leaving,” I say in a hushed tone as I walk into the bathroom to gather my belongings that were in there.
“Why? Give me a fucking reason Y/N!” He screams. I place the rest of the belongs and zip up the bag, taking it in my hands.
“Do you even realize what last week was?” I ask in a flat voice looking at him straight in the eyes.
“There was nothing special about last week,” he harshly says crossing his arms.
“You’re oblivious, you know that? It was our three year anniversary, Josh. You spent it with your friends while I spent it on the phone crying to Jenna,” I yell at him. I push past him and head down stairs to the front door grabbing my computer, phone, purse, and keys. Just as I’m about to leave the house when Josh pulled me back to face him.
“No it wasn’t, our anniversary is the 22nd,” he says his voice softening.
“Josh, today’s the 30th. Call me when you fix and deal with what ever it is that’s going on with you,” I say waling out of the door to the car. Once in my car I call Jenna.
“Hello?” She says into the phone.
“I left,” I say crying into the phone.
“Oh, sweetie. Drive over here so we can talk, okay?”
“Okay, I’ll be there in a bit,” I say as I hang up the phone. I start the car, the engine roaring to life as I drive off in the direction of Jenna and Tyler’s house.
What just happened? I stare at the doorway not fully realized the damage I had caused. I felt the tears beginning to fall from my eyes. I walk over to the couch and sit down, burying my face in my hands. I just let the love of my life walk out of the door because I’ve been an ass to her lately. How could I do this to her? I could I just let her leave? Why didn’t I fight for her? I’m an idiot. I pulled out my phone and called Tyler.
“Josh, this isn’t a good time,” Tyler says answering the phone, he sounded pissed. “What? Why?” I asked him confused.
“Because Y/N just got here. You really hurt her man, why didn’t you listen to Jenna and me when we told you to stop being a jerk?” I looked at the floor, he was right I should have listened to them.
“Is she, is she okay?” I ask timidly.
“No Josh, she’s not okay. She’s crying hysterically.”
“Tyler, how do I fix this? I don’t want to loose her man. I love her,” I say my voice cracking.
“I suggest you shape up and do some big romantic gesture and try to fix this. Now!” He says yelling into the phone hanging up.
A romantic gesture? I think I can manage that.
“W-who was that?” I try to ask through my crying.
“Um.. it was Josh,” I froze. Why was he calling?
“What did he want?” Jenna asked, rubbing my back trying to comfort me.
“Well, he um, he was asking how you were and something about wanting to try to fix everything. Though I don’t really know how he thinks that’s going to happen.”
“I still love him Tyler,” I say sheepishly.
“We know you do sweetie,” Jenna says hugging me. “How about you go get some sleep to help you relax a bit.” I nod my head getting up and walking to the guest bed. I was to tired to grab my stuff, I crawled into the bed pulling the covers over my body. I soon drifted off to sleep dreaming of Josh…
I walk into the mall thinking of a romantic gesture to do for Y/N, I feel that it needs to be extra special especially since I’ve been such an ass and I missed out three year anniversary. I walked around the mall until I found a Roseshire shop. I walked inside and looked at the various boxed arrangements. I remember Y/N saw these on Twitter and said how she would love to one day have one boxed arrangements. I picked up the Blanc box with pink roses, Y/N’s favorite. They’re expensive but it’s worth it.
I left the Roseshire shop and continue through the mall to try and find a jewelry store. A Pandora store was just around the corner from the flower shop. I walked inside, looking at the various jewelry. I think I want to get her a necklace. I walk over to the case of necklaces and instantly found the perfect one for her. It was called a Forget Me Not, it had a silver chain with flowers with a purple cubic zirconia stones with clear ones around the purple as the petals. It was beautiful. The purple will really make Y/N’s beautiful eyes pop. It was perfect for her, but not as perfect as her.
I left the mall proud of my purchases, I hope she loves them. I get in the car and set of back to the house. Once I’m home I go inside to change before I go over to Tyler’s to make amends with Y/N. I walk to the bedroom and pull out a black and white plaid shirt to change into. I changed shirts and grab my black snapback. I look in the mirror staring at my reflection, my eyes were red and puff because I’ve been crying so much. It’ll have to do, I leave the bedroom and go to the car driving off in the direction of Tyler’s house.
Jenna and I are sitting on the couch watching some movie, I wasn’t really paying attention to it though. I was worried about Y/N and Josh, I mean yeah Josh is my best friend and all but he’s been treating Y/N like crap lately. I just wished he had realized what he was doing earlier on when Jenna and I fist talked to him about it.
There was suddenly a knock on the door, wonder who that could be. Jenna moves over a bit from me so I could get up off of the couch. I walk over to the door hesitantly, once I open it there stand Josh. Jenna looks over at the door as I open it wider and she looks pissed.
“Josh what the fuck are you doing here,” she says angrily standing from the couch, her hands on her hips.
“I’m here to see Y/N, Jenna,” he says sheepishly looking at the ground. I notice that he has two boxes in his hands.
“What’s in the boxes Josh?” I ask out of curiosity.
“Oh um they’re gift for Y/N,” he replays not making eye contact.
“What did you get her?” Jenna asks, he voice softening.
“Oh, um, I got her some Roseshire roses and a Pandora necklace,” he says finally making eye contact with us.
“Wow, I bet she’ll love them,” I say reassuringly.
“Do you wanna make amends with her? Is that why you’re here?” Jenna asks.
“Yeah, I feel horrible. I’ve just been stressed out and I took it out on her. I know I shouldn’t have and I know I hurt her. But, I love her with all my heart and I honestly can’t see my life without her in it.”
“She’s upstairs in the guest bed,” I say motioning him inside.
“Thanks,” he says nodding his head. He walks up the stairs to go to the guest bed. I hope they make up.
I stirred awake, I sat up on the bed and grabbed my phone to see if Josh had texted or called. But, of course he didn’t, he probably doesn’t even care. I switched to Instagram and started looking through all the picots people were posting. I heard footsteps coming up the stairs, the door to the guest bed opened and I froze. There stood Josh wearing a back and white plaid shirt, dark wash skinny jeans, back converse, and a black snapback. The snapback I bought him for our first anniversary.
“Josh, w-what are you doing her?” I asked confused. He walked further into the bedroom toward the bed, he sat down at the end of the bed looking at the ground.
“Y/N, I made a mistake, a big one. I should have never been such an ass to you,” he says quietly tears starting to stream down his cheeks. “I j-just don’t want to loose you Y/N. I love you so much and I can’t see the point of my life with out you in it.” I scooted closer to Josh and timidly placed my hand on his leg.
“I love you too Josh.” I say kissing his cheek. “I know you never meant to hurt me, I was really upset that you forgot about our anniversary.”
“I know, I feel like like a moron for forgetting. But, I bought you these to try and make up for it,” he says finally making eye contact with me.
He handed my two boxes and I look at him with confusion. I open the smaller one first, inside was a beautiful necklace from Pandora. I smiled like a child on Christmas at the sight of the beautiful necklace. I set the Pandora box next to me and moved to the bigger box. I opened it and my eyes grew wide, it was was a box of Roseshire roses. I’ve always wanted a box of them but they are so expensive I never asked anyone to buy me them, but Josh did. Tears filled my eyes and I hugged Josh.
“Thank you,” I whisper into his ear.
“You’re welcome. I just really wanted to do something special for you,” he says kissing the top of my head. “Does this mean you forgive me?” He asks sheepishly.
“Yes, but just don’t forget again,” I say with a giggle.
“Deal. I love you Y/N, so much,” he says placing his hand under my chin, lifting it so that I’m looking at him. He leaned forward and softly placed his lips on mine. I’ve missed his kisses.
“Did they make up?” I hear Jenna whisper in the hallway.
“I don’t know I can’t hear anything,” Tyler whispers back.
Josh parts from my lips and shakes his head. He places a finger on his lips to signaling to be quiet. He gets up from the bed and tip toes over to the door. Josh softly places his hand on the door knob with a smile. With no warning he pulls the door open. Jenna and Tyler landed on the floor with a thud.
“Hey what you do that for?” Tyler said complaining rubbing his shoulder. Josh chuckled.
“Cause you were eavesdropping on us and that’s rude Mr. and Mrs. Joseph,” he says shaking his head at the two of them.
“At least tell us you guys made up,” Jenna said.
“Yeah we did,” I say to her with a smile.
“YAY!” Jenna and Tyler yelled. Josh and I just shook our heads.
I couldn’t be happier in this moment. Even though with everything that had happened I still loved Josh, I will always love Josh. I agree with what he said because I feel the same, I don’t think I can imagine without Josh in it.
“Dad!” you rolled your eyes, glancing over at Uncle Dean angrily. “I don’t care what Uncle Dean said! Chase is a nice guy and I’m not going to stop seeing him if I don’t want to.” You were seated at the kitchen table with your Uncle Dean and father standing directly above you, staring at you with equally exhausted expressions. Uncle Sam, or Sammy rather, was seated next to you at the table, almost amused with the situation and neither supporting nor disagreeing with you.
“Your Uncle has informed me that he caught Chase Matthews leaving the school building early three days this week,” Cas said patiently in a firm tone, staring you down. “When the teacher’s catch him, he is not willing to be polite and apologize for his mistakes, but simply continues to leave the building.”
You stared at him with raised eyebrows for a few seconds before bursting out into laughter. It was so like your dad to find the most random and unnecessary reason to hate your boyfriend. You wiped your eyes, slowly calmly down from the laughter and looked between him and Dean, “What does his school attendance have to do with literally anything?”
“It means he has little care for things important and little to no respect for education or adults,” Cas shrugged. “He isn’t the perfect boy I would like my daughter to date.”
“No one’s perfect dad,” you whined. “I don’t care if he doesn’t go to school everyday; he’s funny and likes to have a good time which is what I’m looking for after studying for seven hours. Besides he always has me back before curfew, what’s the harm?” “(Y/N), I have already said no,” Cas sighed, rubbing his face. “We are no longer discussing this. Your Uncle Sam has kindly offered to go to the movies with you instead. Now you can either accept that and have a good night or stay in your room angry at the world like half of the other teen girls in this town.”
“Or I can go out on a nice date to the movies with an attractive boy my age- no offense Uncle Sammy,” you quickly shot at him, glancing at his raised eyebrows and slightly affronted face. Before he could respond Cas spoke again, “I am growing tired of this argument. No means no.” “Why am I even listening to you anymore?” you were suddenly very angry, standing up at the table and throwing your hands in the air, “I’m seventeen! I’ve dated Chase for three months with no problems and now suddenly you all hate him? I don’t need to listen to you, he’s my boyfriend and I’m leaving.”
You ignored the completely shocked faces on your Uncles and stony face of your father, turning around and making it halfway to the kitchen entrance before you heard your dad’s voice. Cas always had some scary tones that he used when he found you sneaking out or if you took the car keys. But the voice that rolled out of his throat was only something you’d heard once before in your life and never had you thought it would be used on your.
“(Y/N). Table. Now.”
You took a deep breath before turning back and walking back over to the kitchen table, discreetly sitting a little closer to Sammy than you had been before. Cas set his cell phone down on the counter, placing his palms on the table in front of you and leaning into your face, “He may be your boyfriend but you will forever be my child. I have my reasons to distrust this boyfriend of yours and as your father, I have no need to explain myself to my seventeen year old child. You listen to me because you are a little girl who is living under my roof and my rules and is legally not an adult. You are only seventeen and as long as you call me dad, you will show your uncles and I more respect than we have received tonight. When I say no, I expect you to listen. You will always be more than welcome to tell me why you feel I am not correct but you are never to tell me I am wrong and think about disobeying me. Is this understood little girl?”
You gulped. By the end of his little speech you had found yourself completely leaned into Sammy’s chest, looking up at your dad with wide eyes. Dean made a whistle noise before turning to the fridge and pulling it open.
“I said do you understand me?” Cas repeated sternly.
“Yes Daddy,” you said meekly, curling under Sam’s arm and pouting slightly. Cas was watching you snuggle into Sam nervously. He sighed before smiling slightly and leaning down to kiss your forehead, leaning his own against it and looking into your eyes with a small smile, “You’re not going out tonight with anyone other than Dean, Sam, or me. I’m sorry sweetie. I still love you though.”
“I love you too dad,” you bit your lip to keep from smiling before kissing his cheek and even letting him ruffle your hair.
(for dashingrapskillian, as an apology for my many villainous ways and pure evilness and I love you too sweetie)
She still doesn’t have her own place.
(Gold technically still owns half the town’s real estate, but’s he’s gone and while Belle is technically still his wife and therefore also owns half the town’s real estate and could rent a place to her, she’s not sure she wants to live anywhere that he has any claim to, even if he can’t pass the town line. He’s already had his greedy, grasping hands on enough)
She doesn’t ask if he feels the same way…she knows.
The floorboards outside his room at Granny’s creak and groan, but she’s learned where to step to avoid the tell-tale sounds when she sneaks into his room in the middle of the night, like a teenager, like a thief, she was both once and she slips easily back into the role, shoes in hand and her stomach in knots.
She doesn’t know why. She’s thirty years old and she’s not actually breaking and entering, and even if she was - the police force consists solely of herself and her father.
Besides, it’s not like he’s going to turn her in.
The first time he’s startled, when she slips into his bed and wakes him up, but he recovers almost immediately (he’s fit so well into her life, into her world that’s so different from his, he’s a quick study, that’s for sure) and they finally get to share those enjoyable activities, even though he’s on his back, all lean muscle and unseen scars under her fingers, frantic kisses and burning heat, blazing between her thighs when she sinks down on him and feels his heart leap and stutter under where her hands are planted on his chest.
The second night he’s awake and waiting for her, the blankets flipped back and an extra pillow on the bed, and he buries his face between her breasts and slides his leg over hers, and she has to bite down on his shoulder to stifle her cries when he presses her into the mattress and takes her, ravishing her as eagerly as any pirate from the bodice-rippers she used to shoplift, all about haughty princesses and the dashing rogues who made them swoon right into their arms.
She does not swoon into his arms.
(maybe she does a little)
Her brother sleeps a little more, but not through the night, not yet. Her mother is tired, but happy, her father, the same. Henry sleeps at Regina’s and she doesn’t begrudge the former queen in this (Gold, after all, is not the only one who crossed the town line), he is her son, but he’s Regina’s too, and his heart has more than enough room for the both of them.
Hearts are funny that way.
She keeps Neal in her heart, she always will, she always did, even when she tried her hardest to push him out, when she thought her heart was shattered beyond repair.
if it can be broken…that means it still works
One night he’s waiting for her on the patio, flask in hand and he rises when he spots her.
“Care to go for a stroll this fine evening, Swan?” he asks with a raise of his eyebrow and everything about him screaming up to something.
The boat is a far cry from the Jolly Roger, but it has an open deck that is made for fishing and lounging on sunny afternoons, and down below there is a galley with a two burner stove and dorm fridge, a surprisingly clean bathroom, and a cabin that somehow fits a double bed.
On the dinette table sits a piece of paper - the boat’s title, newly registered to one Killian Jones.
(turns out that Gold had owned half the town - but that stopped right at the water’s edge. He had no claim over the sea)
She still doesn’t have her own place, but that’s OK. The loft is her home, Henry is her home, Storybrooke is her home.