Fallon Dean

You would think so. But she wasn’t easy to crack but as you can see I eventually broke her down. I am a business owner but not wall street. I actually own a tattoo parlor in Queens

a tattoo parlour in queens huh? wow, very cool. i’m sure fallon’s mom would’ve loved to meet you. well, you have my godmother seal of approval. i’ll let you two get settled in. james should be back soon.

Originally posted by lovelybrockohurn

Italian: sister wives? What have you been talking about? Hi Fallon long time. Who’s this?

Originally posted by psychobaby711

Italian: Fuck you. Hes her boyfriend issa-

Originally posted by dreamyugyeom

We are all full of surprises today.

(after gio talks) Sian Yoon. Fallon’s boyfriend of 4 years

(italian) oh just how gio’s being a piece of shit boyfriend to joy. the usual. hi zav. good to see you.

Originally posted by vanilyali-vodka

Italian: Never say never goddess. You became underboss after big boss said never didnt you? I’m think blood red and a sheer dress for the special occasion. Joy looks sexy in sheer I’m sure you will too.

Originally posted by stray-but-okay

Hmm whatever you say goddess. I dont like him given he knows I’m your boyfriend and is still flirting with you in my face.

(italian) that’s different. i have zero interest in being sister wives with joy.

bap-mafia‌:

Italian: And I’m still your family number one to become your husband.

English: your mother is visiting family. Xavier is in the kitchen with peyton and briana. Joy asleep or in the garden… I dont really know. Everyone else is somewhere in the house. follow me

Originally posted by stephenjamesh

@fallon-ofnyc

Whisper: Your Italian boyfriend is interesting ms. Dean

Originally posted by khhsh-t

(italian) never going to happen.

Italian: Boyfriend? Baby I’m hurting I thought we had something special. I mean if you want to have an American boyfriend then sure I can accept that.

i’m home…

i’m home…

Issac had a system. A step by step on how to get rid of evidence it was also mainly why his apartment main color was black and the clothes he wore were usually all black. He left the apartment to get dispose of Fallon clothes only to return with the food untouched but his liquor cabinet open. Okay! It was going to be one of those nights. “Baby dont stress I’ll visit you in jail.” He said teasingly turning on the TV to look for a movie to watch

Fallon barely looked up when Issac finally returned. Instead, she poured herself another glass of scotch. It was only when he made the jail comment that she turned to him, giving a look of disbelief. “Like hell I’m gonna let them put me behind bars,” she scoffed. There was no way in hell that she was going down without a fight. She just needed time to figure out a plan. “You only just got me back. Are you really willing to let me go again, just like that?”

I see… Fallon. Whenever your ready you let me know" he responded kissing the hand he held in his own. He expected it so it didnt surprise him. Although they said they wouldnt hide things from each other he knew it would take time. “I learned fairly quickly not to ask questions when someone is bloody that and you were to shaken to talk.” He gave her a pointed look when he said bloody. Standing up from the chair with her still in his arms. Issac placed Fallon in the seat he once occupied. Reaching beside him he handed Fallon a stack of filters. “Order something I’m starving”.

In that moment, Fallon felt even more grateful for Issac, as she took in his response. And to think that this could have been their relationship had they worked out their issues sooner. But better late than never. Letting out a light laugh as he lifted her up, she nodded her head when he put her down, taking the flyers from him. After placing an order, her phone flashed again with the number she’d been waiting all night to hear back from. “Is it done?” she asked in a hushed tone. “You know I can’t erase it all if you left fingerprints. But I changed the timeline of the security footage, so it puts you at the scene and leaving an hour early.” Sighing, she thanked him then ended the call. Fallon cursed under her breath, tossing her phone on the coffee table, as she tried to think of what to do now. She really screwed herself with this one.

“Ah shit girl you went and got yourself in a bit of trouble there.” He told her as he rubbed her back soothingly. “Your taking it better compared to the last time ” he added as a joke. A normal person would have asked her what was it for. But issac knew better then to ask her. It probably was Dean busine- WAIT A MINUTE! What did she just say? “You done something without the Dean’s? What was this for?” he asked her half hoping shes willing to share but half knowing if she didnt that’s just Fallon for you.

Knowing which last time Issac was referring to, she replied, “Last time it was a good friend. A real friend.” He seemed to be taking her explanation well, but Fallon had to remind herself that he was a part of the syndicate world too. This probably wasn’t anything new for him. Before she discovered his real identity, she always had to be vague about her work. But now, she had to admit that it felt nice finally having someone to share this with and someone who understood. It was only when he asked what this was for that she realized that maybe there were some things that she couldn’t share with him. Not yet anyways. He was a close friend of Victoria’s after all, so she didn’t know where he would stand in all of this.

“Like I said, no one can know that I was involved. Baby, I wish I could tell you, but it’s not the right time yet. Please understand,” she replied, giving him another kiss, hoping to make up for not giving him an answer. “You know, you’ve never asked about that night that I showed up here covered in blood. We hadn’t known each other for long when it happened.”

“This isnt the first time, you know where the bathroom is.” Issac said as he took away her bloody things to get rid of evidence like hes done numerous of times for himself. One reason he chose his apartment complex was because there was no cameras for 2 blocks… none that work properly anyways and when they installed a new one he paid the neighborhood kids to break it ‘accidentally’. When Fallon joined him in the living room, Issac had already destroyed and cleaned up evidence. “You good? ” he asked her holding out a hand to her and pulling her to sit on his lap.

After stepping out of the shower, Fallon pulled on one of Issac’s shirts and a pair of his boxers before joining him in the living room. Taking his hand, she settled in comfortably on his lap, then wrapped her arms around him. In response to his question, she gave him a soft kiss before replying, “I am now. Thank you.” Though she knew she wouldn’t really be okay until she received a call from Reid telling her that he’d done his job. But until then, being here with Issac was enough. Resting her head on him, she continued to contemplate on how she should explain what had happened to him, or if she should tell him at all. This would have been another thing that the old Fallon would have locked away in her chamber of secrets. But this Fallon had told Issac that she wasn’t going to shut him out anymore. So, she could only hope that everything he’d told her that night was still true. 

“It’s going to come out in the news that a New York City councilman and his wife are dead in what appears to be a murder-suicide,” she began to explain. “I met the councilman’s wife a few months ago and we became... close, I guess you could say. She called me earlier tonight to meet her. Everything just... escalated so quickly. She pulled the trigger before I could stop her, so then I-... I couldn’t call the cleaners on the Dean payroll. They’re public figures, so it would be too suspicious and... no one can know I had anything to do with this. This wasn’t anything to do with the Dean’s.”

As usual without looking to see who was on the otherside of the door. Issac swung open his door while taking in a pull from his joint. Noticing who it was he began to cough and waved his hand in the air in attempts to get rid of the smoke and scent, putting it out he leaned on the door casually. “Hey baby” he step aside to let her in and despite his high he caught a whiff of a scent he was familiar with. Closing the door issac reached over to Fallon and tugged at her trench coat “what happened to you?” He asked her helping her take off the coat to asses the damage.

Turning her head as soon as she heard the door unlocked, she was met with a face full of smoke. Immediately recognizing the scent, she began to scrunch her nose in distaste. Stepping inside, Fallon told him to hurry and close the door as she crossed the room to look out his window. No cops. Yet. Walking back over to Issac, she let him pull at her coat before he helped her take it off. “Careful, I got blood on that too,” she warned, as he held the coat. At his question, she met his gaze briefly before glancing down at herself. This was all a strange sense of dejavu, like the night Chris had “died” five years ago, where she’d shown up at Issac’s doorstep, covered in blood and sobbing uncontrollably. The only difference was that she was eerily calm about the whole situation this time.

How foolish can she be? Has he not been telling her or showing her his love for her? How far must one go before theres an understanding? “I dont love you Fallon” issac began. Seeing her expression fall and her about to move away from him. Issac grabbed her by her fore arms and continued “ I do not love you. What i feel for you is much more then love. It’s like how a fish needs water how humans need oxygen. I dont want you, I need you Fallon. And even if your the worst in the world call me a masochist because I’ll still need you. A break may be needed if you keep pushing me away but I’ll always come back for you babe.” Issac told her truthfully pulling her in close. He wiped her tears and kissed her forehead.

Fallon had pictured him saying those words to her countless of times before, but nothing compared to the real thing. She knew it. From the moment that Issac had left her, she feared that it would be true. It was one thing to know that he’d been angry with her, hated her for what she’d done even, but to actually hear him say that he didn’t love her... it was too much. Tears began to blur her vision, as she turned away, not wanting him to see how much his words had affected her. Hearing him repeat those four words again, she found it hard to breathe, as if she’d been stabbed. She would rather be stabbed a hundred times than to feel this right now.

But then he began to explain. Turning to face him, confusion slowly began to turn to realization. Relief washed over her as she took in his words. Her smile only faltered when he mentioned taking a break. “And I’ll always be here for you to come back to,” she replied softly, letting him pull her towards him. That was the truth. No matter what they did to hurt each other, no matter how much they tried to fight it or tried to let go, in the end, they will always come back to each other. She was his as much as he was hers. They needed each other because life just didn’t make sense otherwise. It took her all this time to finally see that.

“ you know what? All I’m hearing is a lot of doubt and what ifs and you feeling guilty for fucked up shit you did. Put everything aside for now. You say you love me but can you live without me? Can you live a life without loving me? Think about that Fallon. Maybe you dont love me but you cant let me go.” Issac told her slowly losing his mind. All they did was go back in circles to her not believing that he came back to her despite the shit shes done and the things he hasnt revealed. “Did you want me to shoot you or break a finger for you to feel better?”

Originally posted by highgrnder

Fallon grew quiet as she considered Issac’s questions. She had managed to get through the last six months without him, but if she was being truthful with herself, she couldn’t exactly call it living. Some dark thoughts had crossed her mind and she’d coped with it by throwing herself into her work. She’d become an empty, hollow version of herself. “Maybe you don’t love me, but you can’t let me go.” That statement hit her hard. She opened her mouth to ask how he could say that, how he could say that she didn’t love him, but it made sense, didn’t it? Her doubts, her questions, her actions even. How could she blame him for doubting her when she was doing the exact same? The only difference was he had done everything to prove that he did love her. What has she done for him?

“I want you... to tell me that you still love me. That despite all of the awful things that I’ve done, despite what a terrible person I am, despite being the worst wife in the world... that you still love me,” she replied, stepping closer to him. “And I’ll believe you. I won’t question it. I won’t doubt it. I’ll believe you and I’ll believe that we’ll make this work somehow. We’ll put everything behind us and have a clean slate. I just... need to hear you say it.”