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#do they know they're father and son MONDAY NIGHT RAW | 06.08.26

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Chapter Two

A Day That Felt Like Home

The Green house had finally settled again by the time Mallory made her second trip down the hallway that night, though this time it felt less like a battle and more like a slow surrender into routine. Noah was already half asleep before his head even hit the pillow, his earlier energy from the pool fading into soft little murmurs about frogs and imaginary ships, while Ayden moved in quieter steps behind him, rubbing at his eye in a way that made him look smaller than he was, like the day had simply become too long for his body to carry.

Mallory didn’t rush them this time. She never really did, even when exhaustion sat heavy in her bones. Instead, she took her time pulling blankets up over shoulders, smoothing down curls that refused to stay still, and listening to the slow rhythm of their breathing as the house began to return to stillness around them. Noah, even in his stubbornness, eventually gave in to sleep with a dramatic sigh that sounded almost like defeat, while Ayden settled without complaint, already drifting before she finished tucking him in.

“Night, Noey,” she whispered softly as she leaned down to press a kiss to Noah’s forehead.

His voice barely came back to her. “Night, Mommy”

Across the hall, she paused longer with Ayden, brushing her fingers gently through his hair.

“Night, Ayebae.”

A sleepy hum answered her. “Night.”

And just like that, the house returned to the quiet it had been waiting for all day.

Mallory stood in the hallway for a moment afterward, one hand resting lightly against the doorframe as she looked between both rooms, letting herself breathe in the stillness. There was always a strange kind of peace that came after chaos, not because the chaos was gone, but because it meant they had made it through another day together. Eventually she turned off the hallway light and made her way downstairs, where Carl was already stretched out across the living room floor like he had claimed it for himself, one eye open just enough to acknowledge her presence before closing again.

She sank onto the couch beside him, the exhaustion finally catching up with her now that she had stopped moving, and for a while she simply sat there in the dim glow of the kitchen light, listening to the quiet hum of the house and thinking about nothing in particular except the way tomorrow would arrive whether she was ready for it or not.

Morning came with sunlight slipping through the curtains and the familiar sound of small feet moving long before Mallory was ready to open her eyes. She didn’t even have to look to know what was coming. Noah appeared first, as always, full of morning energy that made no sense at all given how late he had fallen asleep the night before, while Ayden followed more slowly, still half wrapped in sleep, blinking like the world was too bright to be fully trusted yet.

“Mommy,” Noah announced immediately, standing at the side of the bed like he had been waiting for an appropriate time to wake her, “we have important plans today.”

Mallory groaned softly into her pillow. “Baby it is too early for plans.”

“It’s not early. It’s morning.”

“That’s the same thing Noey.”

Ayden finally spoke from the doorway, voice soft and calm in contrast to his brother. “No Jo wants snacks already.”

Mallory finally opened one eye. “Of course he does.”

Noah crossed his arms. “I need energy for shopping.”

Mallory slowly sat up, rubbing her face as she tried to process the conversation she had apparently been drafted into. “Shopping for what?”

Before Noah could answer, Carl came padding into the room, immediately alert the second he saw movement, tail already wagging as if he had been included in whatever decision making process was happening.

That alone told her everything she needed to know.

“Okay,” she said finally, sighing as she pushed the blankets aside, “everybody get dressed. If I’m being dragged into shopping plans before coffee, I need full participation from all involved parties.”

Noah gasped like this was the best thing he had ever heard.

Ayden just yawned.

Carl wagged harder.

By late morning, they were out of the house and already halfway through what Mallory had loosely categorized as “light shopping,” though that term quickly lost meaning the moment Noah had discovered he was allowed to pick out things for snacks and Ayden decided that he would be opinionated about everything in the store. Riley’s mom had joined them partway through, moving through aisles with the ease of someone who had long accepted that grocery trips with small children were less about efficiency and more about the survival.

Noah proudly explained every item he picked up as if he were making life-altering decisions, while Ayden quietly trailed behind, occasionally pointing out things with surprising seriousness, and Mallory found herself laughing more than she expected as the morning unfolded into something easy and ordinary in the best possible way.

Carl, of course, was banned from the store itself but acted as though he had suffered deeply from this injustice and now required emotional support snacks the moment they returned home.

By the time they made it back to the house, the afternoon sun was already warm over the backyard, turning the pool into something bright and inviting. The boys didn’t even make it inside before asking when they could go back out, and Mallory, still unloading bags onto the counter, simply pointed toward the backyard without looking up.

“Go change,” she said.

That was all it took.

The pool day resumed almost exactly where it had left off, as if the house itself had been waiting for them to return to it. Noah immediately took charge of imaginary games that involved far too much running and far too little safety, while Ayden settled into his usual role of observing before participating, slowly being pulled into chaos whether he agreed with it or not.

Carl had stationed himself at the edge of the pool like a guard dog who did not trust water, children, or happiness in general.

Mallory eventually settled into a lounge chair, sunglasses on, watching it all unfold with the kind of quiet contentment that only came when everything was exactly as loud as it needed to be.

That was when her phone rang. The name on the screen made her pause for just a second longer than she expected.

Johnathan Riley.

She answered immediately, shifting slightly in her chair as she brought the phone up. “Hey big head.”

His voice came through slightly tired but familiar in a way that softened everything around her instantly. “Hey mamas.”

Before she could respond, Noah was already moving.

“DADDY !”

Ayden followed a second later.

“Dad?”

And just like that, the pool, the sun, the entire backyard shifted into chaos again as both boys scrambled toward the phone, dripping water and excitement as Mallory barely managed to steady her grip.

Riley laughed through the speaker, the sound warm and full. “My number one fans .”

What followed was exactly what it always became the overlapping voices, excited explanations, interrupted sentences, Carl barking once like he felt personally included in the conversation, and Mallory sitting in the middle of it all, watching her family talk to the one person who always somehow made everything feel even more complete.

And for a moment, in the middle of summer heat and water splashing and laughter that didn’t quite settle, it felt like he wasn’t really gone at all.

Just… on the other side of home.

[adoresmiles]

chapter one

Home

By the time the clock above the kitchen stove flickered over to 10:43 p.m., Mallory had already lost count of how many times she had walked the same stretch of hardwood floor between the sink and the hallway leading to the bedrooms. The house had finally settled into that familiar late-night quiet, the kind that never truly felt empty but instead carried the soft evidence of a full day lived inside its walls. Even now, there were reminders of her sons scattered everywhere she looked: a plastic cup left half-filled with water beside the couch, a small pair of socks abandoned near the base of the stairs, and a crayon drawing still taped unevenly to the refrigerator door, the colors slightly smudged where tiny hands had pressed too hard in excitement.

Mallory stood at the sink with warm water running over her fingers, slowly rinsing the last of the dishes from dinner while her thoughts drifted in the direction they always seemed to go at night. Somewhere far away, across state lines and time zones she no longer bothered keeping track of, Riley Green was standing under lights brighter than any kitchen bulb could ever hope to be. She could picture it without trying too hard, the roar of a crowd vibrating through an arena, guitars echoing through speakers, and her husband standing in the center of it all with that easy confidence that had first made the world fall in love with him long before she ever did.

It still struck her sometimes how different their lives looked depending on the hour of the day. While he spent his nights giving pieces of himself to thousands of strangers at a time, she spent hers navigating bedtime routines, negotiating with stubborn little boys who suddenly developed opinions about pajamas, and searching for stuffed animals that always seemed to disappear right when they were needed most. There were days when the contrast between their worlds made her laugh quietly to herself, not because it felt unfair, but because somehow, against all logic, it worked.

A soft vibration broke through her thoughts as her phone slid slightly against the counter. She didn’t need to look to know who it was, but she did anyway, and the name on the screen made something in her chest ease in the same familiar way it always did.

Johnathan Riley.

She answered before the second ring could finish. “Hey, you.”

There was a pause, followed by the low sound of his voice traveling through the speaker, slightly rough around the edges in the way it always was after a show. “Hey, mama,” he replied, and just like that, the distance between them felt a little smaller, even if only for a moment.

Mallory leaned back against the counter, letting herself settle into the sound of him the way she always did after long days apart. “You sound tired,” she said gently, though it wasn’t a question so much as an observation.

“I am tired,” he admitted, and she could hear the faint movement of people around him, the backstage chaos still alive in the background even though the show was clearly over. “But it was a good night. Crowd was loud, everything went smooth. I can’t complain.”

“You always say that,” she replied softly, a small smile tugging at her lips even though he couldn’t see it.

“Because it’s usually true.”

Mallory shook her head, though affection softened the gesture. “The boys had a big night too.”

That immediately shifted something in his tone, as it always did. “Yeah? What happened?”

She glanced down the hallway instinctively, lowering her voice slightly even though both boys were asleep. “Noah decided he was going to keep a frog as a pet. Fully planned it out. Named it. Explained its diet. The whole nine yards.”

Riley groaned through the phone, though she could hear the amusement underneath it. “Oh no. That sounds like trouble.”

“It was a very serious situation,” she said, holding back a laugh. “He almost had me convinced until he tried to bring it inside in his hoodie pocket.”

That earned a full laugh from him this time, warm and unfiltered, the kind that made her picture his head tilting back slightly the way it always did when something truly amused him. “That’s my boy,” he said proudly.

Mallory rolled her eyes even though she was smiling. “Absolutely not your boy. That is entirely your influence.”

“I take full credit.” he said without hesitation.

Before she could respond, the sound of small footsteps padded softly down the hallway, followed by the unmistakable presence of one of her sons appearing in the doorway. Ayden Tucker stood there in oversized pajamas, his curly hair in every direction as if sleep had tried and failed to settle him. Behind him, a second shadow appeared a moment later slightly smaller, slightly quieter, but equally determined Noah Johnathan , rubbing one eye with the back of his hand as though he had been unfairly interrupted from something very important.

Mallory exhaled softly, already knowing what was coming before they even spoke.

“Daddy?” Ayden ’s voice came first, quiet but hopeful, like he wasn’t entirely sure if the sound of his father would still be waiting on the other end of the phone.

Riley must have heard it immediately because his tone changed instantly, softening in a way that only ever happened with them. “Hey, buddy.”

That was all it took.

Both boys were suddenly awake in a way that defied all logic, scrambling closer to the phone as Mallory adjusted her grip so they could see. What followed was the familiar chaos she had come to expect whenever Riley called. Two overlapping voices trying to explain everything that had happened in their day at once, interruptions mid-sentence, dramatic retellings of extremely minor events, and Riley listening to every word like it mattered more than anything else in his world.

Mallory stood quietly in the middle of it all, watching them with a softness she didn’t try to hide. Because no matter how loud the house got in moments like this, no matter how exhausting the days could be, this was what it always came back to. Not fame. Not schedules. Not even the distance.

Just family.

And somewhere on the other end of the phone, Riley Green smiled like a man who already knew he was exactly where he was meant to be, even if he wasn’t physically home yet.

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Angela Lopez | The Rookie 6.10

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The pilot

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shot May and released May 26th

Session 124: Y/n Jones

Therapuss with Jake Shane

This is one of those moments where I felt like I was dreaming because what do you mean that this is real..... Thank you, Liquid IV, for sponsoring today's episode! Tell Me What's Wrong at ⁠ passthatpuss.com Follow Y/n Instagram | ynjones Follow Me! Instagram | @passthatpussTikTok | @octopusslover8 Listen to "THERAPUSS" Spotify: ⁠⁠⁠⁠https://open.spotify.com/show/1BHDdC0OVuHqZ706FobfOF ⁠⁠Apple Podcasts: ⁠⁠⁠⁠https://podcasts.apple.com/us/podcast/therapuss-with-jake-shane/id1723626781⁠⁠ Amazon Podcasts: ⁠⁠⁠⁠https://music.amazon.com/podcasts/93117357-1f23-46e1-8f26-88f5182a68b8/therapuss-with-jake-shane⁠⁠

Jake was already bouncing off the walls, having only met Y/n less than an hour ago, and had gone to sit down on the couch across, where he had thought Y/n had already made herself comfortable. Seeing that she was not already in the designated spot, he took it upon himself to really soak in the entirety of the moment that was about to take place. 

“Oh my gosh, this is incredible. I am literally shaking right now. Louise, wait, I’m going to throw up,” He says, talking to his producer about how unreal of a moment this seems to be  

“Wait, am I allowed to come in frame yet, or do I have to stay over here? I'm kind of cold. I don’t think I fully comprehend  how cold it would be in here when you texted me this morning.” Y/n had already been debating all morning whether she was actually going to show up today. Truth be told, she had cried while driving to the film location, but she wasn’t someone who quit when things got hard. If anything, she embraced what those moments had to offer. Yet having to be in a place while already experiencing so much change had felt daunting, and yet her face had never shown it. 

“You're all good, Y/n. We have a blanket ready for you on the couch, so we can go ahead and get started if that sounds good to you.” Louise, the kindest soul, had reassured her. Y/n nodded, thankful for the patience of the team guiding her around the set. “This is so homey, oh my gosh. Sorry about that, I honestly had no clue that you wanted me over here already. I was just standing over there, freezing my ass off, while looking around like a little lost child.” 

“I promise you it is more than okay. I am still in shock that you even said yes, especially considering this was so last-minute.” Jake had apologized profusely all morning, still trying to comprehend how he had managed to pull this off.

“Jake, as much as this scares me, I am so honored to be here. Every time you show up on my FYP, I laugh so hard because your energy is infectious. When Kiley told me you and she were filming the other week, I am pretty sure I let out the loudest audible sigh ever heard.” The words had flown out of her mouth before she fully grasped that the fact that she would be on the app would surprise people.

“Wait, hold on, you have TikTok. Before, people are all up in the comments talking about how everyone has TikTok. We haven’t seen you on any other platform other than Instagram since your vlogs in 2016-2020.” He was perplexed that he had made it onto her FYP, let alone that she had known all about his shenanigans on the app. “I mean, I have the app; I just got tired of everyone sending me TikToks and not being able to open them unless I had an actual account, but I don’t necessarily post on that account. Well, actually, I’m lying. I definitely post on it. It’s just a private account with all my friends, so basically my whole page is just me vlogging for them, and my feed is very much curated as well. I am pretty sure I only follow ten people, one of them being you, of course.” The energy in the room was shifting, and anyone in that moment could see that y/n’s guard was coming down- not that she is a guarded person, but rather that she is very attentive to the people she surrounds herself with. 

“Before we start, I just wanted to say thank you for being here because I know this is something that you do not do often, so I do not take this lightly at all,” Jake exclaimed. There were no words in the English dictionary that could adequately sum up the honor he felt in being able to share this moment with her. 

“Well Pussies, today's guest, I have been quite excited and nervous for since our teams were in contact, i honestly didn't know how we were able to pull this off, but I am so excited to be here with you i have been obsessed wit you and watching you on off campus really solidified my love for you even moreso i feel like i am benign quite tame, Miss Y/n Jones welcom to therapuss” Jake announced. “ Thank you so much, also guys i don’t know if you can see it but this blanket has a bunch of different pictures of belmont and i think its hilarious, hes always with me wherever i go i guess” Y/n laughs about the gag gift Jake and his team had handed her once she had said she was cold. “ it was actually my best friend brett’s idea, she said that you would truly appreciate it” he laughs causing y/n to laugh along with him. “ i will cherish this always, he will be with me no matter where i am ” she says playing into the moment. “Okay, I have to ask, how are you? I'm pissed off about what is eventually happening to Beau. How do we think Mallory is going to be?” he asks, curious about her answer. “Well, season 2 was announced, so I am a little scared to see how they play it out. I read the books, and, to be transparent, I am rereading them because it's been a while. I called Khobe, sobbing because it all just clicked again with what was happening to Beau, and he FaceTimed me and made me laugh. But it is going to be so strange. They made everyone so close to Beau on the show, and my fragile heart can't take it; he is just my baby. I usually don't particularly like it when they create characters that don’t really exist. Still, it's been a really fun experience getting to play a character I feel so similar to. I loved getting to work with Khobe. He is honestly one of the best on-screen boyfriends ever, but I don't know. There are two very specific episodes coming out following Mallory and Beau for Season Two that we have already filmed, so you'll get a closer look at their relationship and the dynamics between them.” “okay, wait, since we are already here; whats the dumbest rumor you have seen about yourself recently?” he laughs as he asks the question, not expecting a serious answer. “Looking at your face, I know there is a specific answer you’re fishing for, and  I will happily oblige. I need to address the camera for this one.

“Oh my gosh, guys, I love Belmont. He has truly become one of my favorite people on the planet, but he is NOT my boyfriend. I fear that some of you have edited us together, so many times that you’ve convinced yourselves that we’ve been secretly together this whole time. I have heard the speculation, and I would like to put it to rest. He has honestly been an amazing friend, along with the rest of the cast, since we started filming. Navigating loss as you start a new project is really weird, and it was truly unexpected, at least for me. So when you start something with a group of people who know nothing about who you really are, other than what headlines have said about you, it can be quite daunting, but they truly have become like family. Bel, he’s a great friend, attentive, compassionate, funny as hell. He understands my incessant need to communicate, even if it is something so minute. I just feel better if it has been communicated so that there is no room for misinterpretation. I do know that he will make someone really happy again one day. I have never met anyone so attentive to their surroundings and the needs of others. Still, he is also really good at communicating and understanding certain boundaries without pushing the line. As sad as that is for everyone and the editors, because trust me, I have seen them all. I am single. I have been single for 2 years now. I haven’t seen anything since Quentin and I broke up. Not that that is anyone’s business,” as she finished, the room around her exploded at how serious she was looking at the camera, her demeanor never faltering as if she was giving the 7 o’clock news.

“I still can’t believe you dated Quentin Grimes, not that you are out of his league or anything, more like I was lowkey hoping that you and Drew Starkey would.” Jake stopped, taking in his body language and connecting the dots. “Guys, she’s smirking so hard at me right now.” Jake shrieks as if he has hit gold. “No comment, but let me say this, and I will shut up. Wait, do I want to say this? I fear I am too sober to disclose this information. Wait, no, come here, I'll just whisper it to you.” The girl is not one to leave people waiting on need to know information, so Jake makes his way over to her. “ y/n, you’re lying to me right now; shut up. He does not, oh no, he totally looks like he likes someone that much to do that.” Jake is shocked at the information he was entrusted with. As the two of them died down, Jake asked another question. 

“What movie is your comfort movie?” 

 “This is always a hard one for me to answer; it always is between Mamma Mia and Pride and Prejudice, wait, I'm lying, it's totally Little Women. Growing up, my favorite character was Amy March, maybe because I was the youngest child. I felt for a long time because I was the only one who entered the entertainment industry and had to prove that I belonged, or that I was worthy of the love my older brothers, in my eyes, had so easily received. It had become so hard to feel as though someone saw me and wanted me for me, not for my last name. There is so much beauty and depth to her; even though many people see her as the annoying younger sister, I deeply resonated with Jo. The fear of being chosen, and allowing hereself to be vunurablie and susceptible to the love that Laurie had to offer just because of the fear that somweonw was choosing, what waas in a way comfort and not out of love, a love that came from an utter fear of being independent from a perso whiles also masking the ability to show the emotions that were felt so strongly.” she answers the question in a manner that she felt was fitting in the moment, even though it wasn’t some profound answer. 

“ What is something people think you would be really bad at, but you’re actually quite exceptional at?” Jake leaned in, not wanting to miss the answer to his question, as he saw your face light up.

“I would have to say piano. When I was growing up, my dad had a gorgeous baby grand piano that his mother had bought for him when he directed his first film. He was so enthralled by the world of music centered on the piano that he made it his mission to make one of us kids just as captivated by it as he was. I happened to be the one who fell in love with it in the same way. I think I was one year old when it entranced me in a way I can’t even begin to explain. My dad was playing Clair de Lune, L. 32. I was supposed to be asleep, and my mom was in Italy helping my Nono with something. My brothers were asleep, but their rooms were not in the same place in the house as mine, so that I could hear the piano loud and clear. I sat at the bottom of the stairs next to it, listened to my dad play, and cried. There is something so beautiful about hearing the melody of any song stripped down to just piano. It’s been a while, in all honesty. I haven’t played since my dad passed, but I hope to get to the point where I can sit and get lost in the keys again.”

Although she hesitated, y/n recounted the memory she never wanted to part with, as if it were yesterday, smiling while allowing a tear to fall, something that would later be screen-recorded and shared online to show she had emotions. Still, for now, she allowed herself to live in the moment, no matter the weight of what it carried. The room was silent, allowing the weight of the moment to settle, not in a way that it would be forgotten, but in a way that would allow the conversation to carry on and the room to settle in such a beautiful memory.

 “You studied art history in college, which, when I heard that, shocked me. I don't know, I wasn't expecting it,” Jake admits. “Hey, I am glad you knew I went to college; most people think I didn’t even graduate high school, but I graduated from both,” she answers. “What is your favorite art piece? It doesn’t have to be a painting, but what is it, and why?” he concludes. 

“Wow, okay, I am going to give you my answer and not the art curator side of me, if that's okay. My favorite art piece would have to be The Birth of Venus. The first time I saw it, I was 10, and it evoked a plethora of emotions that are still evoked whenever I see it. The picture itself depicts the goddess Venus, being reborn from a clam. On the left side, you see two winged male figures blowing flowers at her, and on the right side, a woman holding a blanket, as if trying to cover the goddess, who is seemingly nude, with her long hair cascading around her body. To me, it evokes how I have felt many times in this industry. Still, the lady covering me up is the headline, trying to paint me as this insensitive, entitled human being. The male angels are a mix of people praising me for my looks and who I am, while also signifying those who see me for the depth and attention to detail I bring to my work. The original meaning of the painting is rebirth, which in its entirety seems impossible. Still, I felt as though that doesn’t necessarily apply to me right now,” she explains, in a way that makes sense, allowing for every emotion to be felt in the tone that she is conveying. 

 “ I know that this is your first solso long for interview, since everything occurred with your dad, and i want to be respectful, so itf you don’t want to answer this next question, genuinely tell me and we can move on.” jake sayasz being attentive to the weight that comed along within this moment. “ your dad was such a significant figure in your life, and the entertainment industry, what is something about him that you wish everyone knew” jake asked letting it sit for a bit not rushing you but allowing for the space. 

“When I think about my dad and the life he lived, even though he was good at what he did, he was extremely private. If I had to choose one thing, it would be how deeply he loved, and not in the sense of the feeling, but he loved the people around him enough to tell them things that may not have been the easiest to communicate. He was actually the person who encouraged me to go for the role of Mallory. He had said “ y/n, this is not a regression from where you have been but a progression to where you will be able to be, nothing in this world is below you when it comjes to your craft, you need to be willing to step out of yur comfort zone and allow yourself to truly feel all of who your character is” In 2019-20223 when filming for the X trilogy, and anora, i honestly felt this immens disconnect from the characters that i was playing and really thought about stepping away from the roles especially anora, my rime on set was very unpleasant, i honestly think it was one of the worst and msot uncomfortable experiences of my life. Something happened on set that left me feeling immense self-hatred, and it broke a lot of trust. My dad saw that and truly empathized with me, crying with me and allowing me to feel safe asking for space.

One thing was certain. He loved my mom with every fiber of his being, and that was quite evident growing up as well. They were like two peas in a pod, but the love he showed her wasn't based on circumstances or conditions; it was the most beautiful form of unconditional love and sacrifice. There were so many times he turned down projects just because my mom was doing something that needed him to watch my older brothers and me. They’re the reason I appreciate communication so much, because you can’t expect people to be mind readers. Allowing them the space to fully understand what you are feeling and/or need in certain moments allows for understanding that comes when words aren’t being said. He would always tell me that he would rather me overcommunicate what I need than not speak at all. She related, grateful to have memories to hold, even if they brought things to the surface that she was not yet willing or able to attend to in that moment. “Wow, that was beautiful. I am truly so sorry for your loss. I cannot even fathom walking through this whole era of your life. Still, I do know, from hearing just that, that he would be proud of you, and we could all see it when you were together. I mean, he sounded so proud of everyone close to him in life whenever I saw him in interviews, so there is no doubt in my mind that he is,” Jake relays remorsefully. The room held its breath, not in a way that felt like walking on eggshells, but in a way that allowed for the grief, even though y/n felt like she was lying to herself, because in reality she was. She didn’t believe a single thing she had said. The rehearsed answer was the only thing she felt she could do, even though there was some truth sprinkled into it. There was not one part of her that believed her father had loved her on his deathbed, because she never really knew he did. No one did, but her mom, and that was a truth she would have to navigate in her own time. “I do not want to take up too much of your time, but I do want to ask you one more question,” Jake exclaimed, trying to be still attentive but with a little lasting joy so that she remembered her time on his podcast as a moment of just existing. 

What are you therapeutic about today?” he laughs, seeing that he had gotten a little bit of a smile from her. “ I am therapissed that I keep getting sent edits of me and a certain person, not insanely mad, pissed, just annoyed because I am loving being single, in other words, I've been doing what i want,” y/n states quoting the tiktok sound, with not a serious bone un her body about the confession because deep down everyone hopes her and belmont finally admit to themselves that they like one another. 

“By pussies thank you for tuning in.” Jake closes out the podcast as y/n comes over and hugs him. “Thank you for trusting me enough to let me be the person you let have this time with you,” he says into the hug. She doesn't say anything; she doesn't have to. “In all seriousness, do I get to keep this blanket?” she laughs, holding up the blanket with Belmomnt in every form, and Jake laughs and nods.

Y/n, you need to head out if you're making it on time for that dinner,” her manager says, ushering her to the door. “Well, this was fun; you have my number, text me,” she yells as she is being ushered out the door.

The car ride home was quiet. She had opted for complete silence after pouring out a piece of herself that she hoped was believable; a part of her knew she was genuine, but another part felt as if she were holding back the ability actually to feel and process her grief. They say it comes in waves, so maybe this was just another crash of emotions on the shore that is her life. Thankfully for her, the drive home is not that far, so she doesn’t have to sit alone with her thoughts for too long. As she pulls into her driveway, she sits there for a while, opting not to pull into the garage. Heading for the front door, she tries to ground herself by listening to the many sounds surrounding her as she makes it to the front door. When she makes it inside, she is immediately met with her one year old golden retriever, Mango, who mainly has access to the downstairs. “Hi, baby, how I missed you,” she says to the dog as if the dog would reply. As they venture to the kitchen, she grabs her phone. 

Although she was aware that Belmont was most likely driving using his phone hands-free, a familiar knot settled in her stomach every time his name flashed across her screen. The idea of him being distracted by her, even for a second, always carried a weight she couldn't quite explain. 

Somewhere between overthinking and staring blankly at the same page of a book she had stopped reading about twenty or so minutes ago, time slipped through her fingers. 

A sharp knock at her front door had pulled her back to reality.

“I'm coming, hold on,” she called. Crossing the room, she swung the door open and was immediately met with Belmont's easy grin.

“Hi,” she said softly, her lips curling into a smile. “You look nice,” she whispered. His smile widened. “You look nice as well.” His expression softened as he studied her face, which she had grown accustomed to over the last couple of years of getting to know him. “And you look a little lost. Are you okay?” he asked attentively. “Do you need anything?” he asked, looking over the girl. For a minute, she considered telling him everything that had been running through her mind since she had made it home. Instead, she stayed quiet, opting for a soft smile. “I think I’m okay,” she replied. Belmont's eyes lingered for another second, not because he didn't believe her, but because even in this short time, he had come to know her. He knew that her “okay” and truly being okay were vastly different things. Still, he nodded. “Well, we must not leave everyone hanging; let's head out.” He nodded toward his car, and she nodded, running to grab her purse and coming back to close the door. 

The evening air wrapped around them the moment they stepped outside, carrying the familiar scent of saltwater and blooming jasmine from somewhere down the street. The sky had just begun its slow transition to dusk, streaks of gold and pink stretching across the horizon as if painted on. For a moment, neither of them talked, because being in each other's company had never required constant conversation. As they reached his car, Belmont moved ahead of her, pulling open the passenger door before she could reach for the handle. It was such a simple thing, something she should have been used to by now; something so ordinary, yet somehow it had never felt ordinary coming from him. His hand found the edge of the door as he willed her to climb in. The other ghosted the nape of her back, never quite making itself comfortable there because that would cross an invisible line that they, she, had drawn between them. Close enough that her heart had increased in speed, something she had been trying to calm herself from noticing. It was ridiculous; they had spent countless hours together, filming, press tours, and late night cast dinners; yet somehow, the smallest gestures always managed to affect her the most. It was as though her heart had never quite gotten used to him, but then again, she had never been put in a position where a friendship like this meant too much for her to jeopardize. So she did what she did best and decided she had to pull away for her own sake because she was not ready. 

By the time Belmont had settled into the driver's seat, she was already buckling herself in. He tossed his phone into her lap. “Aux.” She side eyed him. “The last time I was on aux, you booed me.” The words fell from her mouth in a sarcastic tone. “Y/n, you played Hot Wings four times.” He laughed. She rolled her eyes and looked for a song.

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First off when did you even take this? Second get off your damn phone and pay attetion to the road.

A magician never reveals his secret & the light just turned red relax.

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you won't be the one relaxing when i take your card and pay for everyones dinner tonight.

I was planning on paying for your's anyways , that off campus check was pretty nice!

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“Hello, hello, hello, your favorite person is here,” Y/n announces to the group once she reaches the table, Belmont following behind her. “Finally, oh my gosh, it took you guys so long to get here,” Ella squeals as she greets the older girl with a hug. The moment her eyes find Mika, she knows. Although they had talked that morning and the girl seemed at peace with the decision, it didn't negate the hurt written across her face. Without a word, she crossed the room and wrapped her in her arms. Mika's shoulders immediately relaxed as though she had been holding it in silently for hours. Across the room, Belmont watched quietly, his eyes following the interaction, watching the way that yu/n instinctively showed up for the people she loved, even through her own hurt, knowing exactly what they needed. “Make it less obvious,” Stephen whispered, suddenly appearing next to him. Belmont blinked. “What?”

“The staring,” Stephen laughed. “Dude.” Belmont looked away, which only caused Stephen to laugh harder. 

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camilamarone love of my life

ynjones oh how I miss you. I feel like a wife whose husband is at war. camilamarone WAR ynjones that is what i said. camilamarone i miss when you were off your phone.

user the show about the four guys scared of commitment?

ynjones sums it up perfectly.

ellabright_ Nope, is it any good?

ynjones nah

mika.abdalla lover

ynjones babbyyy

user the freindship I need

mika.abdalla we look hot

ynjones i need a tan stat.

user who is your favorite character?

ynjones hannahs helmet ellabright_ garretts water bottle. mika.abdalla tuckers wings stephenkalyn wellsys car antoniocipriano_ she has a car ynjones no jheuston yellow haze jalenthomasbrooks deans six flags khobeclarke beau's kazoo belmontcameli garett ellabright_ blocked mika.abdalla and reported

camilamorone come home the bed is cold.

ynjones Belmont will not stop talking out of his ass, so unless you come pick me up im stuck. belmontcameli camilamorone take an uber, on me. ynjones they scare me. camilamorone valid.

victorialovatsis that debrif was in fact the best one we have had yet

ynjones all we did was talk shit victorialovatsis duhh

stephenkalyn so what no picture of me

ynjones boo hoo stephenkalyn rude

khobeclarke my fav onscreen lover,till death do us part

ynjones so..... you actually wont belive what i have to tell you. khobeclarke shut your ass up ynjones beau were breaking up khobeclarke oh no whatever shall beau do. ynjones Do not get in a car. user khobeclarke how am I supposed to get home ? ynjones I don't know, walk maybe?

belmontcameli 👁️👅👁️

ynjones what if i just block you?

belmontcameli i know where you live.

ynjones ha 🫥

jalenthomasbrooks I would say that the show off campus is quite good highly reccomend

ynjones thank you, I will totally watch now.

user your honor I love them

user i'm still so confused why y/n is in tis show, isin't she too famous.

ynjones I don't know maybe

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Family dinner

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ynjones baby can i be your girlfirend mika.abdalla if i can be yours ynjones deal belmontcameli wtf

user day545676158 of belmont being desperate for y/n on main.

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stephenkalyn so you all just hate me?

mika.abdalla you were otherwise occupied the whole dinner ynjones she means that you were hogging victoria so yeah. stephenkalyn she's my fiance mika.abdalla and?

ellabright_ bels hands smell like beef

belmoncameli beans.

ynjones sleepover in my condo when were back in canada.

mika.abdalla yess ellabright_ the roomies are back

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stephenkalyn not pictured belmont eating shit

ynjones don't worry it was pictured stephenkalyn send it ynjones liked this comment belmontcameli what if i made you walk home ynjones

antoniocipriano did you crop me out of the secomd picture?

jalenthomasbrooks no comment antoniocipriano blocked

mika.abdalla we took all those pictures for what?

jalenthomasbrooks 🤷🏽

ellabright_ over where?

jalenthomasbrooks everywhere!

user he's funny

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Smoke break before dinner becuase some people took way to long.

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belmontcameli stephen and I kiss on the mouth.

antoniocipriano stephen are you cheating on me. stephenkalyn no jalenthomasbrooks he's loyal belmont is lying.

ynjones this feels targeted

stephenkalyn how are you going to make a reservation and be the lst one there. ynjones all you boys do is piss me off.

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me and mother

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ynjones my baby

ellabright_ oh how I love you

user I love how ella met her idol. ynjones the first day we met she cried in my, and in that moment i became a mother.

mika.abdalla jalen is a cheater

jalenthomasbrooks no you just suck at pool. ellabright_ 🫥

ynjones again i need a tan stat.

ellabright_ you look beautiful mika.abdalla glowing even

belmontcameli you brought a drink in the bathroom eyuuuk

ynjones it is actually my drink. ellabright_ yeah.....

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No seriously, have you read those books off campus?

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ynjones so, when are you sending me any of the pictures you took tonight?

belmontcameli I be doing what I want ynjones 😙🖕🏽

user so when are they getting married

mika.abdalla y/n and i have been married for 3 years. ynjones yeah what she said

user i am living for how online y/n has been recently.

ynjones my team has not been. user omg

user i love how y/n commented but didn't like the post

belmontcameli yeah yn, why did you not like the post

ynjones i am not a fan. mika.abdalla #keepingmenhumble2026 ellabright_ #nothingisfree

mika.abdalla Send that those to me.

belmontcameli $50 mika.abdalla what if i just show y/n your.... belmontcameli woah now noneed to be violent

user one day we will look at these and rember when we lived in a y/n and belmont relationship denying drought.

ynjones I take it you did not watch the therapuss episode? user I have but i still have hope

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camilamaorrone oh wait i didn't mean to like that. user im dead they are so alike. ynjones i mean we have been best friends forever so..

jalenthomasbrooks Looking good captin

belmontcameli thank you thank you I try.

stephenkalyn everyone hates me on this cast.

mika.abdalla quit crying

ellabright_ Have you read anything ever?

user 🫢 ynjones I saw him read one flish, two fish, red fish, blue fish the other day.n He looked like he was struggling user 🫣 mika.abdalla then he read green eggs and ham. belmontcameli 😶🫥😐

antonicapriano why are you jumping like that?

belmontcameli I don't know science?

The rest of the night passed in a blur of laughter and countless photos, and in 48 hours, they would all be on a plane back to Vancouver. As everyone drifted off, Belmont found himself once again in the driver's seat, with y/n beside him. His drive back to her house was filled with comfortable silence. Streetlights painted fleeting shadows across his dashboard as whatever playlist y/n had chosen played through the car. As he pulled into her driveway, neither of them made a move to get out. “Well,” she sighed dramatically, grabbing her purse as she unbuckled. “Try not to miss me too much in the next forty-eight hours.” Belmont lagged. “I’ll do my best.” “Goodnight, y/n.” She smiled. “Goodnight, Belmont.” She closed the car door and headed toward her house. Belmont stayed, ensuring she made it into her house before departing for his own place. Once the door had been shut, he finally made his way back home. Neither of them knew it yet, but this season of their lives, as they knew it, was going to change them in ways they never could have imagined. 

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Hello beautiful humans, I had a vision for this so it is quite long , but I am so sorry that this took so long to Post, I had some family things come up that needed my attention so this got pushed back. I also am quite the perfectionist so I was being really nit picky about how this turned out! I hope you enjoy, and i am working on creating a taglist, so look out for that!

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user1 why the sudden throwback-

user2 right?? this literally came out of nowhere

user3 yall think she's announcing another tour?

user4 maybe but why pittsburgh in particular

user5 you guys just have to put a meaning on everything

user3 you must be new here cause nothing is a coincidence with y/n she's always plotting

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