ICE is opening an office about 15 minutes away from me. Since learning about it, this image has been lurking in my mind and I had to get it
ICE is opening an office about 15 minutes away from me. I initially made this as an idea for a protest sign, but wanted to share it.
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Summary: The slip of their sister's sweater over Winter Break reveals the fact that she has a boyfriend, and sends the brothers into a tizzy trying to figure out who it is.
Warnings: mentions of hickies, sibling arguing ☹️ this isn't as Fernando focused as my last fic was, but he's featured!
A/N: a continuation of my last fic since i got so much positive feedback on it!
If looks could kill, Fernando Mendoza would surely be dead. His assailant? His own girlfriend.
He was still laying in her bed, his back propped up against the headboard and the comforter pooled around his waist. He was only wearing a pair of grey sweatpants, his abs exposed to the chill of the apartment air, and the occasional wandering eyes of his girlfriend.
Y/N was standing in front of her bedroom mirror, one of Fernando's t-shirts covering her body and a pair of fuzzy socks clad on her feet. She wasn't looking directly at him, her gaze on her own reflection in the mirror, but even then, Fernando could tell she was still upset with him.
"Baby, I'm sorry," he apologized, though the slight smirk on his face told her otherwise. She turned around with a furious look on her face, and if she wasn't leaving for the airport in the following 2 hours, Fernando would've tugged her back into bed with him, and not just to sleep. Instead, he stayed put and went against his urges that made him feel like a horny teenager again. "C'mon, it's not that bad."
She narrowed her eyes at him. ""Not that bad'?" Y/N repeated. "Fernando, I look like I just got mauled by a bear." He laughed. "It's not funny!"
He stood up and approached her slowly, careful to avoid getting yelled at by his girlfriend again. "I'm sorry," he repeated. He grabbed at her hip with his hand and rubbed his thumb against the supple skin. "Really, I-" He laughed despite the situation. "- I honestly didn't think it would look this bad."
"Oh, right, you didn't know that giving me hickies would end up with me having hickies on my neck?" asked Y/N. She rubbed at the skin on her collarbone, which was irritated and red.
"I got caught up in the heat of the moment," Fernando explained. "How can you blame me when I was with my beautiful girlfriend for the last time before she leaves for break?" He pouted dramatically, and Y/N sighed. "I'm sorry, baby." He pressed his lips over the marks on her skin in an attempt to apologize.
Y/N huffed. "I'll just have to be super careful," she muttered. "The last thing I need is for anyone to see this."
"You're still the most beautiful girl in the world," Fernando whispered, his kisses now moving up the column of her neck. "I don't know what I'm going to do without you here these next few weeks. I'm going to miss you, sweetheart."
"I'm going to miss you too, Nando, but I'm coming to New York for the ceremony, remember?" She told him as she carded her hands through the curls on his head. "I thought you'd be happy to be on your own for a little while."
"How can I be happy when my girlfriend is abandoning me?" Fernando moved away from Y/N and flopped onto the bed with an over-exaggerated sigh.
Y/N rolled her eyes playfully. "Alright, drama queen," she muttered, walking over and patting him on the stomach. "Are you sure you don't mind driving me to the airport? I don't want to put you out of your way..."
"Of course I don't mind," Fernando immediately responded. "You all packed?"
With a nod, Y/N responded, "Mhm. Don't forget to come back here and get the gifts I got for your parents and Max."
Fernando grinned. "You didn't have to get them anything," he protested, though there was no real conviction in his voice. He loved how much Y/N loved his family.
"It's no big deal." She shrugged. She reached over and grabbed the outfit that she had laid out on her dresser the night before. "I feel bad I'm not going to get to see them, though."
"They ask about you all the time," Fernando added. "I'm starting to think they like you more than they like me."
Y/N bit her lip. "I'm sure that's not true," she stated. She began walking towards the bathroom. "I'll be out of the shower in a few, and then I'm ready to go when you are."
Fernando sat up at the mention of Y/N taking a shower. "Can I join you?" He asked hopefully.
"Well, since you asked nicely-" Y/N didn't get to finish her sentence as a sudden squeal left her mouth when she was thrown over her boyfriend's shoulder.
When her mom said that one of her brothers was coming to pick her up, Y/N assumed that it would only be one of them. Her best guess is that it would be Quinn, seeing as he was the oldest and arguably the best at airport pickups.
With her rolling suitcase in one hand and her carry on in the other, Y/N strolled through the airport, her Adidas sneakers squeaking against the floor. Her headphones were resting around her neck, and every few minutes, she checked her phone, waiting for one of her brothers to text her.
Once she got her main suitcase from the baggage carousel, Y/N sighed. She now had two suitcases to deal with, and still no confirmation of if she even had a ride home.
"Jeez, did you pack for a few weeks or for the rest of your life?" A voice from behind her teased. Y/N practically jumped out of her own skin, but she knew that voice from anywhere.
Y/N turned to face the man that had spoken to her with a giddy smile. "Hey, old man, I'm surprised you're able to walk without a cane," she joked back.
Quinn looked ridiculous. His disguise, which consisted of a plain, black baseball cap and dark sunglasses, made him look like he was attending a baseball game in the dead of winter. Still, his cheeks were red from how hard he was smiling as he wrapped his arms around his youngest sibling's neck and pulled her into his chest.
"That's a weird way of saying 'thank you' for picking you up," Quinn responded, only wrapping his arms tighter around Y/N when she tried to pull away. "I missed you, munchkin. You gotta stop leaving me alone with those idiots."
"Hey!" Another voice yelled. Y/N craned her neck and finally realized that her oldest brother hadn't come alone. "If anyone's the idiot, it should be the one who tried to drive the emergency brake still on."
"Or the one who put plastic in the oven," A third voice added.
Y/N untangled herself from Quinn's arms and childishly stuck her tongue out at her two, other older brothers. "At least I'm going to graduate college," she exclaimed. "When Mom texted, I thought she said only one of you was coming to pick me up. I didn't think she meant the whole gang."
"We missed you!" Jack cried, placing an overly-dramatic kiss on his sister's cheek, causing Y/N to grimace and wipe the excess saliva off of her cheek. "My baby finally came home."
"I saw you, like, two months ago, dork," Y/N muttered.
"Don't even leave me alone with him again," Luke whispered in a low voice as he hugged his sister gently. "He never stops talking." Y/N giggled.
Nothing would ever compare to being with all three of her brothers, and it was unfortunate that they only got to be together around the holidays and for the summer. Since the moments Y/N had with her brothers were few and fleeting, she cherished them greatly.
"I missed you guys," Y/N said.
"We missed you, too, munchkin," Quinn replied, ruffling his sister's hair and laughing when she swatted his hand away. "C'mon, Mom has dinner ready at home."
"Surprised you guys didn't eat the whole house yet," teased Y/N. Her bags were soon taken out of the hands, and she was left with just her phone in her grasp, and the carry on that she had now slung over her shoulder. She had to stifle a laugh at the sight of Jack rolling her rose-gold suitcase through the airport.
Luke hummed. "Well, Jack already ate half of the package of sugar cookies that Mom was gonna surprise you with," he told his younger sister. Y/N glared at Jack while he smiled sweetly at her.
"Seriously?" Y/N whined. "I can't have anything."
"I was hungry." Jack defended himself. The siblings had now exited the airport and were walking into the chill of the afternoon air. "Where's your jacket?"
Y/N shrugged. "I packed it in my suitcase so I didn't have to carry it on the plane with me," she stated. "Where'd you guys park?"
"The parking garage," Quinn told her. "By the way, I need to borrow $5 for the parking pass."
She stared up at him with a blank look on her face. "Right. You're on a multi-million dollar contract, but you need to borrow money from the broke college kid."
"Oh, like Mom and Dad don't send you money every week." Jack snorted.
"It's food money!" Y/N argued. "It's not like I'm living some extravagant lifestyle in Indiana, of all places."
The four finally made it to the family car, and Y/N sat in the backseat with Luke while Quinn was in the driver's seat and Jack was next to him in the passenger's seat.
In the beginning, the ride was quiet. Except for the music that softly played in the car, there was a comfortable silence that settled in the car. Quinn was focused on the road, and Y/N was focused on her phone.
She was too enraptured in her phone to notice the collar of her sweater had fallen down her shoulder just slightly, which exposed her collarbone.
She laughed at something on her phone, causing Luke's gaze to shift over to her for a split second. His eyes were first on her face, but the redness of the skin near her neck caught his eye.
Luke's expression morphed into one of horror. There, on his baby sister's collarbone, was a constellation of red hickies. They stood out on her skin like red flowers in the wintertime.
He did the only logical thing he could as an older brother.
He screamed.
Well, more like shrieked. Very girlishly.
The car swerved as Quinn, clearly startled, regained his place on the road. Jack turned around to stare at his brother in shock. Y/N made a weird face, but when she saw Luke's glaze on her skin, she panicked and quickly moved her sweater so that it covered the hickies, but it was too late.
Luke saw.
She was screwed.
"Dude!" Quinn yelled from the front seat. "What is your problem?"
Luke's finger was pointed at Y/N. Her eyes were wide, and she desperately shook her head, as if trying to telepathically communicate to him. His mouth was agape. He couldn't't speak.
"Are you dying?" questioned Jack, now turned in his seat so he could see his other two siblings. His gaze darted between the two with narrowed eyes.
Y/N reached out and pushed Luke's hand away. "Luke, don't-"
"Y/N has hickies!"
Ellen and Jim Hughes were used to dealing with rowdy children. They had made it through raising three sons, who were also hockey players and seemingly had no regard for their own physical wellbeing while on the rink, as well as a daughter who took after her older brothers in a lot of aspects.
They thought they had seen or experienced it all. They made it through the awkward teen years, the birds and the bees talk, the rebellious stages, and the back-talk that all parents dealt with when they had teenagers.
When their three sons and their daughter came in the door, bickering like young kids again, the parents knew they were in for a long, long night.
Y/N was the first to enter the house, an irritated look on her face and flushed skin. However, when her eyes landed on her parents sitting at the table, her expression softened.
"Hi, Mom, Dad," Y/N murmured. She walked over to her parents and sat down at the table. She sighed heavily before letting her head fall onto the table.
Jim frowned. "Sweetpea, what's wrong?" His eyebrows creased in confusion as Ellen moved to rub Y/N's back.
"They know," she muttered.
The parents shared a look. "What do you mean, Y/N?" asked Ellen in confusion.
Y/N lifted her head off the table. "They know I have a boyfriend."
"How-"
"Y/N Hughes, if you don't tell me the name of the asshole that mauled you, I swear to God..." Jack threatened as he stomped into the dining room. His arms were crossed over his chest as he stared at his sister, who threw her hands up in the air.
It was only seconds later that Luke and Quinn entered the house in the same manner Jack had just seconds before. All three brothers stared down at their sister like she was harboring the world's biggest secret.
"Mom, Dad," Quinn addressed his parents. "Y/N has a boyfriend." Jim and Ellen shared a look, a look that definitely wasn't one of surprise. "Wait- Did you guys already know?" Their silence was enough of an answer for Quinn. "You told Mom and Dad but not us? Why?"
"Because Mom and Dad aren't psychopaths like you guys are!" Y/N argued.
"We're not psychopaths," Luke stated firmly. "Is it so wrong that we want to beat up the guy that did that to you?"
Y/N's head fell into her hands. "You guys are exhausting," she complained. "It's not a big deal!"
"You have a boyfriend, Y/N!" Quinn pointed out. "And he- He did that to you."
"Mom..." Y/N whined, a pout on her lips. "Can you tell them to just leave me alone?"
"Oh, we'll leave you alone," Jack cut in. "Once you tell us this guy's name and where we can find him so that we can deal with him properly."
Ellen pinched the bridge of her nose. "Boys, leave your sister alone. She's not obligated to tell you everything," she told them pointedly. "She'll tell you when she's ready."
Luke made a pained noise. "She's covered in hickies, Mom!"
Y/N's cheeks turned bright red with embarrassment. She stood up and clenched her fists. She was beyond embarrassed, and wished more than anything that the floor would swallow her whole. "Why can't you guys just stay out of my love life for once, huh? God, it's none of your business!"
Without sparing her parents or her brothers another glance, Y/N raced upstairs and slammed her bedroom door shut.
Y/N wasn't sure when she had stopped crying. She could still feel the tear tracks running down her pink cheeks, and her bottom lip wobbled every time she recalled how she shouted and her brothers and the looks on their faces when she did.
She knew they weren't trying to be cruel or trying to embarrass her. It was completely unintentional. They were just trying to shield her from any potential harm, like they had done their entire life. But, in the process of doing so, they had hurt her feelings.
When Y/N had gotten into her room, she had flopped onto her bed and curled into a ball, her own arms wrapped around her abdomen in an attempt to comfort herself.
Fernando had told her to call him if she ever needed anyone to talk to, but Y/N felt silly calling him while crying. She knew he was busy with football, and the last thing he probably needed was his hysterical girlfriend crying on the phone to him.
A soft knock came from her bedroom door. Y/N's back was turned to the door, so even though she heard it creak open, she had no clue who it was that had knocked. She sniffled and rubbed her nose with her sleeve.
She felt her bed dip, and a hand was placed on her shoulder. "Munchkin..." It was Quinn. She still didn't turn around.
"Y/N, we're really sorry," Jack's voice chimed in.
"We didn't mean to hurt your feelings," added Luke.
Her voice broke as she spoke, "It's fine." She always forgave them too easily, something her mom always told her she didn't have to do.
"No, it's not okay," Jack protested. "We weren't fair, and we shouldn't have come at you like that."
Y/N sat up and finally faced her brothers. Quinn was sitting on her bed next to her, while Jack and Luke were sat on her window seat.
Their hearts simultaneously broke when the brothers finally got a look at their younger sister's face. Her eyes were puffy, and her cheeks were red from how much she had been crying.
She was crying because of them.
"I know I should've told you guys sooner," Y/N admitted quietly. "I just- I didn't want to be a bother. I know how busy you guys are between Olympics stuff and with the season starting, I just- I didn't want to distract you."
"Y/N, you aren't a distraction," Luke insisted. "You're the only constant in our ever-changing life. In a world full of chaos, you're the only thing that keeps us sane. We're so, so sorry, Y/N, we were being unfair."
"We didn't mean to invade your privacy, munchkin," Quinn continued. "We just always want to make sure you're okay, but it's so hard when you're so far away from us."
"Even though you're grown up, you're still our baby sister, Y/N," Jack said. "Nothing is ever going to change that."
Y/N smiled and leaned into Quinn. "I love you, guys," she told them. "Even when you tell Mom and Dad that I have hickies." The four shared a laugh. A beat passed. "His name is Fernando. We met when I came to watch the Canucks play the Sharks last November, and we've been dating since then."
Jack laughed. "Isn't Fernando the name of your school's QB? The dude that's nominated for the Heisman? What a coincidence." Y/N blinked. She didn't laugh. "It's a just a coincidence, right?"
"Well..." Y/N trailed off. She awkwardly smiled as her brothers groaned. "Aw, come on, at least I'm not dating a hockey player!"
"I feel like I just aged 20 years," Quinn muttered, rubbing his face with his hands. "Now I know how Dad feels everytime one of us gets in a fight during a game."
Luke said, "So, that's why you're into football all the sudden?"
Y/N shrugged. "Yeah." He hummed in response.
"We're happy for you, munchkin," Quinn stated as he pulled Y/N into a hug and pressed a kiss to the top of her head. "But, just because he's a famous quarterback doesn't change the fact that we're going to kick his ass-"
