#the moment i sat down anywhere he would beeline for my lap

[cqcandchill]

just a goofy pic spam of my fave little guy 🥹

[themorphine]

The Picnic-Feysand Date <3

So happy to announce that me and @wintersouldier57 teamed up and wrote a feysand fic in celebration of both hitting 100 followers! Go say congrats to @wintersouldier57 SHES AMAZING

It had been a long few weeks for the high lord and lady of the night court. Between their regularly scheduled meetings and taking care of Nyx, things had been hard. They had scarcely found any time for themselves in the midst of it, hardly any to just be together, enjoying each other’s presence. When Feyre wasn’t at a meeting, Rhys was in the Illyrian mountains handling the armies with Cassian. When Rhys was home, Feyre was at the art studio. Their schedules never seemed to line up.

They often spoke mentally, providing each other as much comfort as they could in that capacity, but they soon found that even psychic communication had its limits when it came to comforting one another. Feyre missed the way his arms felt around her, the way he would whisper soothing words into her ear when things became too much to handle. She understood that they had their responsibilities to their court. They were high lord and lady, after all. Still, she was restless. She wanted nothing more than to feel his embrace, nothing more than to drown in a pool of the transcendent love he offered her.

There was a dull ache in her heart that she knew only he could alleviate. She longed for him. She had not known desperation so deep since her days before coming to Prythian. That desperation, that hunger, had burned, but never like this. It had seared from the inside out, but never straight from the heart. Not like this did. This killed slowly, she thought, deliberately. She felt as though she had been traipsing around Velaris with half a soul, never quite able to get comfortable anywhere she went.

She would see him today. For the first time in weeks, everything lined up. Cassian and Azriel had agreed to take Nyx off their hands for the day for what Cassian called “much-needed uncle time”. They would pick him up as soon as she returned home for the day.

She was a bit surprised that Cassian had not said anything, no teasing. She didn't say anything though, she did not want to give him any ideas. He probably does not want to lose any time with Nyx, she thought, and chuckled silently.

“What’s so funny my High Lady? Rhysie has some good jokes for once?” Rhysand must have heard that from wherever he was, because he responded in Feyre’s and Cassian’s head, At least my jokes don't have every female in all of Prythian running for the hills Cassian. Feyre laughed harder, Cassian chuckling as well.

“Well have fun you two, and be sure to be home at a respectable time, and PLEASE use a sound barrier, I do not want to have to explain what noises are being heard all over this cauldron-damned city to this little one.” He said in his most “mother hen” voice, and tickled a giggling Nyx in his arms. Feyre glared at him while he laughed, and Rhys must have said something in his head, for he laughed even harder.

“BYE CASSIAN” Feyre shouted, making a beeline to the door. She could still hear Cassian's laughter,

Once she was outside, she took a deep breath of the fresh air. It was a nice day, perfect for a walk in the park or a trip to the market squares. Perhaps she and Rhys could take a walk when he returned. She would love nothing more than to walk through Velaris hand in hand with her mate. She missed simple intimacies like that, little touches.

You look simply delectable in that dress, Feyre darling.

He had spoken into her mind. Could he see her? Where was he? She looked around but could not find him. Suddenly, there was a pressure underneath her knees, lifting her into the air. She yelped, surprised that he had picked her up.After the initial surprise, she spoke;

“You should have given me some warning, you prick.”

He chuckled, “Now what would be the fun in that Feyre Darling?”

She tried her best to look unaffected by the nickname, and replied “The fun would be that I wouldn't have to scream and not fall on my face for all of Velaris to see.”

He put on a face of mock hurt. “You really think I would drop you darling? I would never!”

She glared. “Based on what you did last time, I won't trust you for another 1000 years, 900 if your lucky.”

He laughed harder, burrowing his face in my neck, to try and silence it. Once he calmed he breathed in my neck, savouring her smell.

“If I could bottle your smell I would drink it every day.” He sighed, hugging Feyre tightly, as if she could disappear any moment. And to be honest based on how long they had been apart, they both felt as if they would disappear, but thank the cauldron they wouldn't.

Finally, after all this time, they were together. She smiled as she nuzzled closer to his chest. Through the bond, she could feel the pure happiness coursing through Rhys. Her grin widened as she felt the wind blazing past them.

She wondered where he might be taking her. They hadn’t discussed their plans beyond spending the day together. Wherever they were headed, though, Feyre knew she would love it. She would love it because he would be there with her. For the first time in a long while, she was home. An unyielding warmth welled up in her heart in the place of the ravenous longing she had been experiencing before. She was with Rhys now, and all was well, at least for the day.

She looked down and watched the vibrant landscape of Velaris fly by beneath them. She could easily fly herself, but she didn’t want to. At least for now, she wanted to be held by him. Judging by the way his arms were wrapped around her more tightly than usual, it was clear that he was enjoying it too. There was something about him holding her like that. It always gave her butterflies, no matter how long they had been together. Even with the centuries stretching out before them, she could be sure that that would never change. Not this, and not the way they felt for each other. She would always look at him as though he had hung the very stars that shone above Ramiel on the Night Court’s insignia, and he would always look to her and see his darling mate, his salvation.

They continued their flight. When he landed and sat her on her feet, she mourned the close contact. She took in their surroundings. They stood on a hill overlooking the city. From the vantage point, she could see it all. She saw the rainbow and the Sidra, twinking as it reflected the sun’s light. What she took the most note of, though, was the blanket laid out on the grass, a small basket sitting at its center.

A picnic.

Rhys had planned a picnic.

She didn’t realize it was possible to love him more than she already did.

He watched her intently, taking in the shift in her expression. He grinned widely. He loved seeing her like this, happy and content. For once, she looked her age. She looked like the 20 year-old girl she was, and without eyes that looked haunted or scared. Their duties could wait. Right now, as they stood on this hill, things were for once simple. The world was quiet, save for the slight breeze that occasionally brushed against their ears. They were happy. War and politics be damned.

“Happy, my love?”

She looked down to find that her hand was glowing. It seemed that her body was speaking for itself. Instead of answering, she took a few steps toward him, placing her shining palm on the side of his face, stroking his cheek. His violet eyes were alight with the spark of love. He leaned down and pressed a gentle kiss to her lips. It wasn’t like things had been recently. It wasn’t the quick kiss of someone trying to make time between meetings or the kind of kiss she would give him as she passed him on the way to feed Nyx. The kiss they now shared was sweet, unhurried, as though they had all the time in the world to stand there and relish in what they were feeling.

After what felt like a millenia, he slowly pulled away from her, once again meeting her eyes.

“I’ve missed that,” he said.

“I’ve missed you,” Feyre replied, tears brimming in her eyes. But she was smiling, a broad, indestructible smile that made Rhys look at her in wonder

They stared at each other for a moment longer before Rhys motioned to the blanket.

“Let’s get more comfortable.”

They made their way over to the blanket and they sat next to one another. She leaned over, resting her head on his shoulder. With his other arm, he reached for the basket, producing several sandwiches and a container of what she assumed was some sort of stew. He sat the food in front of them before he tilted his head and placed a soft kiss on her hair.

She knew she was likely still glowing. She didn’t need to look down to know. Rhys picked up one of the sandwiches and held it to her lips. She took a bite, savoring the taste. She quickly realized where she had tasted it before. It was one of the sandwiches from her favorite restaurant. She beamed. Her clever, loving mate had gone there and procured it for her, just to make her happy. She recalled a time when such a thing would have been an ordeal, a time when her former lover had refused to so much as let her leave the house. She wished more than anything that she could go back in time and tell that girl that this was waiting on the horizon, that such a love awaited her beyond all the turmoil.

He put a hand on her hair, lightly stroking it as he held up the sandwich once again for her. She took another bite, turning slightly.

“I can feed myself, you know,” she laughed.

“What kind of male would I be if I didn’t care for my lovely hardworking mate?”

She reached over, grabbing a sandwich and holding it up for him. They spent the rest of the picnic like that, feeding each other bits of food and staring into one another’s eyes. When they had finished their meal, Rhys put what remained back in the basket and pulled her closer, pushing her head down onto his lap as he continued to stroke her hair. They stayed like that for a while, him stroking her hair and occasionally leaning down and pressing a kiss to her forehead. It had been going on for some time when he finally said, “I don’t know what I’ve done in this life to deserve this. To deserve you.”

She looked up at him. His eyes were tender.

“You do deserve this. You’ve done so much good in your life, Rhys. You deserve every bit of happiness.”

He smiled.

“You are my happiness,” he said, his voice shaky, pressing another kiss to her brow, “and I will spend the rest of this eternity showing you how much I treasure you, my love, my mate, my salvation.”

She looked into his eyes. She wanted to say something, but she was at a loss. No words in her vocabulary could accurately describe what she was feeling, the depth of her affection for the male in front of her. She hoped her face and the glow of her skin said enough. They seemed to, as a moment later he pulled her into a tight embrace.

“My Feyre,” he said, nuzzling her neck, “my light.”

“I love you,” she said. She had never meant anything more.

“I love you too,” he responded, pressing a kiss to her pulse point.

He continued trailing light kisses down the column of her throat, smiling into her neck as he heard her breath hitch slightly. He readjusted, laying her down on the blanket. Her face was flushed as he stared down at her. He knelt down on top of her, pressing a long kiss onto her collarbone.

“Now prepare yourself, darling,” he said, “I’m going to show you just how much I’ve missed you.”

She was not prepared.

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[angelicmichael]

renegade

Andy Dolan x reader

Summary: After another night where Hedwig abandons Andy; reader is left with no other choice but to try and help console him the best she can.

Words: 3.6k+

Warnings: vague mentions of drugs and being intoxicated, some jealous! reader, lotsss of angst, brief fluff, mainly hurt/comfort fic tbh hehe, major Hedwig slander oops, maybe a bit of unhealthy relationships (??), slowburn, some conflict/arguing 

A\N: hey y’all, hope u enjoy this hehe. I was mostly going for a angst and fluff vibe when I wrote this but it just turned into hurt/comfort so.. hopefully it’s still enjoyable !! :) this takes place sometime in episode three probably lol. ALSO fic is named after the song Taylor swift has recently been featured in 👉🏻👈🏻

The town, Eden; regardless of its beauty was a force to be reckoned with.

Being practically forced to live in a town that was so.. particular was never something you envisioned for your future in the past, but now you wouldn’t want to be anywhere else; even given the choice.

After all how could you exactly complain?

If you were to ask any person- (or any sane person that didn’t know of Eden that well) they would say that living here would sound like complete fucking heaven. A small coastal town, a tight knit community that was overly abundant with beautiful people and drugs seemed beyond euphoric.. and it was. Atleast for the first week or two.

Looking back; you were purely fucking naïve, and far too much of a optimist to assume shit wouldn’t crash or burn eventually.

Your first red flag was Hedwig.

She was one of the first people you met, and you two quickly hit it off and became close but.. things never exactly felt right with her, per say. Maybe it was because of how guarded she was, or because of the drugs she dealt.. it was hard to tell. However; Hedwig was completely fucking harmless compared to the man she introduced you too.

Andy Dolan.

Just like everyone in Eden; he was drop dead gorgeous but.. oddly hostile. At first you only saw him at parties, ones that you tried your best to avoid him at since you knew he had a notorious temper but, Hedwig being the great friend she is introduced you to him.. and that’s all it took.

You two quickly hit it off after that night (mostly because you were tired of Hedwig being your only friend and branching out never hurt anyone.. right?). Your attraction towards each other at first was strictly platonic, that was clear in how he treated you and how careful you were around him. It was almost stupid to try and not think about how pretty he was but letting your gaze linger on him for even more than two seconds felt erroneous.

You saw almost daily (or atleast every other day) how quick he was to anger and how cold he was to nearly everyone he met.. The only exception at this point was you and Hedwig but your sure if you were to even show a sign that you had romantic interest in him, he would drop you without a second thought. That thought alone was beyond fucking torturous but it wasn’t enough to stop you from daydreaming about how soft his hair or lips probably were. Ones that you doubt you would ever get the pleasure of touching but- atleast it was a nice distraction from how fucking weird Eden truly was.

Sure, it was beyond beautiful and the weather was fairly nice most days but that didn’t make up for peoples attitudes; and you weren’t referring to Andy’s. It wasn’t hard to tell that people were strangely secretive and cliquey, which only really left you with Hedwig and Andy for your friends. No matter how pretty she was, Hedwig was really only surface level friendly so you never particularly trusted her. That only left Andy (which wasn’t exactly any better when it came to being friendly but you knew he cherished your company, which was way more you could say about Hedwig).

However; it didn’t take too long for you and Andy to form a routine. Every weekend he would throw a party and you would stay with him after. The first time it happened, it was purely because you were far too fucked up to go anywhere else (which perhaps is also why Andy finally started being nice to you..) but after that, it was a question you never had the heart to say no too.

How could you? It’s not like he exactly had anyone else which made the possibility of saying no, close to impossible. Just because everyone else who lived in Eden were assholes didn’t mean you were going to be one, which is what lead you to your current predicament.

Five calls you had made that had all been unanswered is what currently lit up your phone screen, as well as your room. It was far past midnight and instead of sleeping like any other sane person would be doing - you were calling Andy or trying too anyway but he wasn’t fucking answering.. naturally.

You weren’t calling for any particular reason, but that wasn’t the point anymore. The fact that Andy wasn’t answering was a huge warning that something was wrong, after all it was a weekday and you knew he wasn’t sleeping or exactly busy.

Unless.. He was with Hedwig?

The thought automatically made your blood run hot under your skin. The feeling seething and utterly consuming until you quickly found yourself going out to your car. Doing the only thing that you knew would make your sudden paranoia go away.

As you drove through the roads that were completely vacant of any other cars and drove past houses and neighborhoods that also looked vacant of any life - you couldn’t help but to think why you even cared.

Andy never really showed interest in you, so what if Hedwig and Andy were actually doing anything?? Unless you caught them in the act, it’s not like either of them would admit to doing shit anyway but that didn’t stop you from still feeling irrationally angry and a bit betrayed.

You didn’t realize how tight you were gripping the steering wheel until you stopped the car and had to let go of it. Your fingers unnecessarily clenched and stiff to the point where they physically ached. Not to mention, you were shaking with the possibility that you could really find them here together, but now that you were actually here- you quickly realized that there was no other car here.

Odd.

You quickly (and quietly) stepped out of the car and paced up to Andy’s house. Not bothering to knock as you let yourself in, knowing that Andy wouldn’t necessarily mind that you did so.. well, you knew if he wasn’t with Hedwig anyway.

The only thing you heard were your footsteps as you took a few steps into the house. Looking cautiously for any signs of life.. any sounds or anything that could indicate anyone was in the house at all but you found nothing.

It took your eyes a minute to adjust to the near pitch darkness that omitted from the large windows that sat on the vast majority of the living room walls. The only light came dimly from the kitchen but even that was too sparse to truly allow you to see anything.

You slid your shoes off and left them by the door, not wanting your steps to allude to your presence before you could see him first and say something. Your steps far more quiet and easier to control now that you only had socks covering your feet.

You made it about halfway up the stairs, originally trying to make a beeline to Andy’s room but quickly freezing once you heard something.

It was shallow and soft but, with the contrast of pure stark silence it was nearly fucking deafening. It was a whimper at first, and it was coming from downstairs on the couch.

Your heart sank once you realized what exactly you were listening too. The first sniffle you heard nearly making you jump from how off guard you suddenly felt; that was the last thing you were expecting to hear..

You looked down from the staircase at the couch; making out a very dim outline of someone slumped over and sitting on the edge with their head in their hands. Their chest and back heaving from how deep they were crying..

You stood idle for a moment, not knowing whether to continue standing or to leave silently but you felt as if you didn’t exactly have a option. Even without asking or being able to necessarily see; you knew who it was but even knowing this- you knew getting him to talk was a good first step.

“Andy?”

Your voice automatically cut off his sobs - almost stopping instantaneously.

You saw his hands move down from his face and drop down to his lap, his head turning up to look at you. Your eyes finally adjusting to the near pitch black atmosphere.

The silence only permeated the room for about three seconds but that was nearly far too long to withstand. Knowing how unpredictable Andy was, you didn’t know if the words that were going to come out of his mouth were going to be kind or purely vile.

You started to speak fast without a second thought, the silence driving you to immediately apologize and try to fix the damage before Andy completely went off on you.

“I’m really sorry. I just got worried because you weren’t answering my calls and I wanted to make sure you were okay, but.. obviously your not,” You said. Swallowing harshly after realizing that Andy was still diligently listening and not cutting you off or telling you to leave.. That had to be a good sign, right? “What happened?” You pressed on.

“What do you think happened?” Andy answered quickly. His voice rough and rugged from sobbing, as well as probably from previously yelling.

You slowly walked down the stairs, choosing to not shy away from his sudden outburst of anger. You weren’t exactly certain which direction you would go in once you were finished descending.. but atleast you knew Andy wasn’t fucking Hedwig. Not right now at the very least.

“Was it Hedwig?” you blindly guessed. Wanting to affirm what you were so desperately hoping wasn’t true and that you could finally relax a bit. That’s if Andy wasn’t mad that you practically broke into his house.. but he didn’t seem to be. Not right now anyway.

You heard him softly laugh in response which made you smile for a second. You could tell by how he was previously crying and in the tone of his voice that he was still hurt. His laugh wasn’t genuine in the slightest; but it showed that he was done crying for the moment which was worth a smile.

“Why does it matter to you if it was her?”

“So it was,” you affirmed.

Your feet stepped off of the final step, and you found yourself approaching Andy. The choice came naturally. The closer you got to him the more apparent it was how broken he truly looked. He stopped crying but his eyes and cheeks were still glossy and wet with tears. His lips red and trembling; among looking entirely and utterly broken there was a hint of agitation present as well. You started to wonder if Hedwig truly did something or if Andy once again was blowing things out of proportion.

“Will you tell me what happened?” You asked cautiously. Your voice was soft, not wanting to unintentionally come off as too strong or hostile.

He studied you hesitantly and with a gleam of uncertainty in his eye - but nonetheless he patted the seat next to him on the couch he was sitting on. Silently urging you to sit next to him and letting you know that he would probably tell you what happened.

At first he remained quiet. Awkwardly avoiding what he knew you wanted to talk about but he still remained silent.. but his voice suddenly broke through. Making you jump at the unexpected sound that suddenly sounded so loud, even though in reality his voice was still low in tone.

“She left me.”

You stared at him numbly for a second, not feeling necessarily surprised at his words (After all, since when was Hedwig not a flight risk?) but instead feeling weirdly a bit frustrated and sad for Andy.

You knew exactly how he felt; it wasn’t like this was the first time this ever happened but hopefully it would be the last. Seeing Andy this sad and broken over someone who in reality, didn’t give two fucks about him was beyond heartbreaking. It hurt even worse for you to keep witnessing him coming back to her though.

Just when you finally opened your mouth to speak he cut you off.

“You don’t have to say anything. I know it’s my fault and I’m such a fucking idiot-“

“Andy, stop!” You said a bit too loudly. You tried your best to hold eye contact with him when he finally turned to meet your gaze as he reluctantly looked at you. You fought the impulse to apologize for raising your voice but there was no need because you didn’t truly feel sorry. He needed to hear you out. “You need to stop blaming yourself. Hedwig’s actions aren’t your fault.. she’s like that with everyone, Andy. She’s always been-“

“I don’t give a fuck what she’s like with other people y/n! She should’ve acted differently with me, she was supposed to care about me and stay..” his words cut off with a deep inhale.

He was trying not to sob and failing miserably.

Andy quickly left the couch, taking a few steps away from you with his back turned. Trying to compose himself as you sat and.. felt entirely guilty.

Even though he had practically blown up at you; you weren’t leaving but you knew approaching him wasn’t the answer either, so you stayed seated at the couch. Hoping he would atleast sit back down next to you.

“I can’t control Hedwig or what she does, Andy but I know solely saying that I’m sorry isn’t enough either,” you started and then paused. The words you wanted to say next.. words that you knew were true but barely had the courage to say were heavy on your tongue. You knew this wasn’t exactly the time to even be thinking about how you truly felt for Andy but you couldn’t help it.

You wanted nothing more than for it to stop. His tears, his words and pleading with Hedwig, your feelings.. it wasn’t enough to just submit to it anymore and to be a witness to how you truly felt. If anything, it was slowly but surely driving you mad and you knew unless you atleast hinted at the fact that it was making you upset; Andy wouldn’t change his behavior.

You knew he payed for sex from Hedwig, it was the one thing that always kept her coming back no matter how he acted and well.. Even if his time was being bought, he liked the attention. He craved it.

It felt weird to admit to yourself that he was taking you for granted.. because he wasn’t really but, compared to how he treated Hedwig - you were definitely on the back burner. You didn’t blame him; why would he ever notice you when he could have someone like Hedwig?

You slowly looked back at Andy, noticing he was staring at you once again with glossy blue eyes which appeared dark in the lighting. A dark, almost midnight blue that would surely match the ocean waves that you could faintly hear from inside the house since the back door was open. He looked a bit annoyed but mostly intrigued. He was waiting for you to continue.

“But you deserve better, Andrew. You shouldn’t allow her to repeatedly do this to you because I know she knows how upset it makes you. She doesn’t care-“

“How do you know how Hedwig feels about me y/n?! You need to keep her name out of your fucking mouth. You don’t know her like I do,” Andy spoke roughly.

You stared at him blankly for a moment. Purely appalled that he was saying this to you in total seriousness; but you knew in reality that it was foolish to be surprised.. to not expect that he would talk to you like this eventually. After all; he blew up at everyone else, why wouldn’t he do the same to you?

You knew nothing made you inherently different and well.. this was just proving that assumption. Andy never viewed you differently from anyone else; that was now crystal clear.

Your hands started to gently tremble in your lap; and it didn’t take long for the rest of your body to follow suit. The sadness and self pity quickly washed away in what was quicker and more rapid than waves. Anger surged through your veins, forcing you to stand up suddenly. You could barely stand to make eye contact as you spoke, barely able to bear to witness how your words made him feel.

“Don’t talk to me like that. You don’t get to talk to me like that. If I didn’t randomly decide to come and check on you because I guess I’m the only one who actually gives a fuck about you, then you would’ve been alone again with no one to yell at. And maybe that would’ve been for the best,” You turned around on your heels. Walking fast and headed for the door, trying to quickly slip your shoes on before you heard Andy’s voice solemnly.

“Y/n wait.”

You stood still at first, weirdly feeling numb and waiting for the metaphorical shoe to drop. Andy’s voice was soft this time as he spoke, the roughness that was present earlier was long gone but.. you didn’t trust it.

You waited for him to catch his breath and to raise his voice and just say more words he would apologize for later; your throat tightened as you felt your body react almost instinctively. You slipped the other shoe you previously put on back off. Turning around just enough so that you could make eye contact, or attempt too with the horribly dim lighting.

“Yeah? Wait for what?”

Andy swallowed in response to your words. Almost bashfully looking down briefly to avoid saying anything or having to look at you any longer. You could see tears staining his cheeks, continuing to run down and nearly slid down his neck. He looked pathetic; and it would’ve almost been funny to see a grown man fully sob in front of you with no shame if it wasn’t your best friend and well.. the person you loved.

“Never mind. You were right; it’s probably best if you just go,” Andy’s voice cracked.

You wanted to believe that the best option for you was to turn around and leave but your judgment felt entirely skewed. Was it really the right thing to turn around and leave when he needed you? Probably not.

You knew if the roles were changed and you were the one who was upset that Andy would probably stay.. but that also depended on other circumstances as well, of course.

Stepping away from your shoes and the entrance of Andy’s house; you approached him. You tried to do so as quickly as possible before he could try to stop you or protest, but by the time he looked up you were barely a foot away.

You reached up, and with a shaky hand (that you hoped desperately he didn’t notice or wouldn’t swat away) you gently placed your fingertips on his cheek. Your thumb softly pressing against his skin, dragging your finger up as to wipe away his tears as the rest of your fingers lie under his jaw.

You tried to ignore how unsettled he looked at you doing this, and how he almost looked uncomfortable or as if he was on the brink of telling you off.. but he didn’t. He watched you diligently as you continued to brush away his tears.

“I’m sorry.. But I couldn’t stand to see you like that,” you said. Trying to give some rational explanation for your behavior even though, Andy didn’t look like he particularly cared why you were doing it. It was the fact you were doing it at all that seemed to have his interest piqued.

You tried to pull your hand back since his cheeks were dry, but he stopped you. His hand softly grabbed your wrist before his hand slid into yours.. your fingers slowly lacing together before you turned your gaze from your laced hands up to his eyes.

“Will you stay?” He asked. His voice was still rough and gravelly but this time, it was starting to sound a bit genuine.

You studied him for a second longer - your mouth dry but you knew the answer before you even spoke.

“Yeah. I’m not going to leave you Andy. I’m not Hedwig,” you spoke as if it were more of a promise rather than a statement.

You felt your stomach churn for a split second as you remembered how he scolded you earlier for talking down on Hedwig, but you smiled instead. The laughter you heard quickly subsiding your previous emotions.

“Okay,” He spoke almost uncertainly.

You could see the outline of him walking away before you felt him gently pull on your hand; making you follow him into the dark hallway which would eventually lead too, you could only guess, what would be his room.

Holding his hand like this almost felt weird but you couldn’t deny how almost.. right it felt too. Even perfect, you would dare say.

There was no way to guess what the rest of the night would entail but you didn’t exactly mind guessing; after all, how could you complain if you were to spend it with Andy?

You couldn’t. There was no way you could.

Whether it was platonic or not, spending the rest of the night right next to Andy, most likely in his clothes since you didn’t bother to bring any more of your own, sounded like heaven.

And since when did you ever complain about spending a night with someone that you had craved so bad?

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[mxvladdy]

Hi! just finished reading your Tumblr request on AO3 and I just looooove your writing ;; if it's not a problem I wanted to ask how you imagine that Lucifer, Mammon and Beel would react to a MC who is usually very quiet and not very expressive, impossible to embarrass or make nervous, to suddenly, one day manage to make her blush for the first time (Also, English is not my first language, so I hope this is okey) I wish you a lovely week ❤

A/N: This is adorable! Sorry for the slow turn around, I hope you enjoy!❤

Lucifer

Stoicism is something he normally finds very attractive in a woman. To be able to keep such a level of calm outlook during even times that might even shake him. He loves the idea of a power couple, and the way you hold yourself. You definitely make one.

It does grate him that he can’t fluster you like you do him, especially during your time together in private. He tries multiple ways to even just draw some color to your cheeks. Flowers in the classroom, hand written invitations to private dining establishments and venues, he even went to the human realm just to find some kind of familiar comfort to give to you. You love them all he knows but he wants, craves to see an uninhibited reaction from you. He’ll get it one day, his pride depends on it at this point.

Luck graces him one evening after a hellish work day. A fight in the school yard leading to property damage he had to do extra paper work for. The only saving grace of that was it wasn’t one of his brothers, this time. Only followed soon after by a report of yet another racket engineered by Mammon. Then, to top off a horrible day one of Belphie and Satan’s little “pranks” blew up half his office.

All his loose or unprotected paperwork, gone. Nothing but smoldering bits of ash. He was now more than ever thankful to have you by his side. Before he could get his hands on the two you stepped in shooing him away to deal with the other fires that needed to be put out while you handled his office.

Things got done, in record time for once. He was able to rewrite his notes for the next council meeting, but at the cost of your weekday dinner together. A pity, but he knew you understood. Trudging up to his room he looked forward to perhaps a few hours of sleep before the next crisis struck. Then he found you.

He chuckles to himself quietly leaning against his door frame. You had beaten him to his favorite resting roost. You sat on his favorite armchair, rolled up tight in his comforter. All he could see was a tuft of hair and the very tip of your nose. Beautiful as always, but he wanted to rest. Well-two birds, one stone and all…

He scoops you up envious of how deeply you could slumber and places you on his lap. Kicking off his shoes he sighs blissfully before resting his head back on worn leather.

Mini fic

You didn’t expect to see Lucifer tonight. Today has been the absolute definition of a shit show, on nights like these it wasn’t uncommon for you not to see him at all. You would normally place your bets on him being unconscious at his desk. Though, he couldn’t really do that tonight. You pat yourself on the back mentally knowing that he would be pleased with the work you and the brothers did cleaning up his office. While you couldn’t get them to apologize to Lucifer you at least got them to clean up what was salvageable in his study.

After a few hours of cleaning his office was back in working order and your feet were screaming for a break. Bidding the two miscreants farewell and making them promise to hold off on the pranks for at least a week you let your body lead you to Lucifer’s room. The room was how you left it that morning. Your slippers next to his by the door and your robe tossed haphazardly on his linen sheets. You make a beeline for the only piece of furniture Lucifer loved dearly. How many nights had you snuck in only to see him melting into the old chain. His long legs sprawled out and tangled in his foot rest, while his body sinks into the imprints he has left from years of use like a lover's embrace.

Yanking the thin comforter from his bed you curl into the divots with a yawn. Before you know it your eyes close and the crackling of the fireplace lulls you to sleep. You awake with a jolt, confused and disoriented for a moment before your sleepy brain catches up. You fell asleep alone on the soft leather but woke to something unyielding beneath you now.

Lucifer sits underneath you snoring softly. His arms rest around your blanketed body. His head tilts down over you, his nose tickling your hairline. Like always he sports a mild look of annoyance. His lips were drawn in a scowl, brows crinkling in displease. You could tell his jaw was tense even while he slept.

Freeing your arms from your cocoon you reach up from him moving to cup his twitching jaw. With practiced ease you began to message the pin joints. You smile to yourself moving down to his tense neck and shoulders. This had become a nightly ritual for you when you shared a bed. When you knew he was asleep you would start trying to work away some of his tension from the previous day. You swear in the morning that he looks better on the nights you get the chance to.

This was your little secret though. You couldn’t bear the thought of him knowing you did this. Not that you thought he would disapprove. Lucifer appreciated acts of service, but just the thought of him knowing made your whole body heat in a flush. You push the thoughts away focusing instead on the extremely tight muscles underneath his brow line. It amazed you that he didn’t have any wrinkles after all this.

So engrossed in your perusal of his features you didn’t notice him stirring till his warm palm traps your hand to his cheek. Before you realize it his lips push a firm kiss into the flesh of your palm. Scarlet eyes meet yours crinkling around the edges. They were warm and radiant. “You’re blushing.” His voice was deep and husky from what little sleep he got.

“What?” You stammer.

Lucifer leans in tapping his forehead on yours. He studies your wide eyes and pink face for a moment before cracking a smug grin. “I’ve never seen you flustered before. Your blush looks good on you.”

“You caught me off guard.” He nods, kissing the tip of your nose tenderly taking impish glee in your squirming.

“Good-I will strive to do so more often. I wish to see you as undone as you make me.”

Mammon

Stoic MC? Rare pair? Rare pair. Mammon wears his heart on his sleeve. Nothing about him is slick. From week one everyone knew he had it bad for you. He is so open with his affections whether he likes it or not. Unlike you.

Honestly, how were you always so controlled. Ain’t the dame supposed to be all blushy and giggly too? It-it makes him think he isn’t doing something right. Is he not treating you right? Were you unhappy?

So he goes to do what he does best. Scheme. There has to be someway to crack that stoic disposition of yours. He gets clingy-well clingier now. He starts springing random vacations on you. Expect to skip class whenever he thinks he won’t get skinned alive for it.

He’ll take you anywhere all his internet research tells him to. Black sand beaches, crowded boardwalks to see the lights, deserted hiking trails late in the evening to watch the fireflies. He is sure it will work. But nope, nada. You love every moment of it and show him with a soul searing kiss and sweet words of praise. But damn you if you aren’t always so cool about it.

He is about to throw in the towel when he finally gets what he wants. At work no less. It was completely by accident but he isn’t one to complain. Perhaps he should go to work more often.

Mini Fic

“Pucker up!” Mammon’s make-up artist orders, squeezing his cheeks between her thumb and forefinger. “And for Diavolo’s sake put your phone down.”

“Shove off Cazzin.” Mammon sputters around the sour tasting lip stain and plumper. His eyes still glued to his screen. His freshly done nails swiping at picture after picture of fancy hotels and spas. Just thinking about taking you a private spring got his blood boiling in the best ways.

“Woooow.” Cazz whistles through her fangs looking at his screen. “Who is the lucky lady you are trying to impress this time?

“Mammon bristles, shooting her a murderous glance. The smaller demon blanches, purple skin turning ashy with fear. Her eyes drop to the floor immediately in submission, a sincere apology falling from her lips. “My girlfriend.” He says finally after cooling down. “I’m-I’m trying to impress her or something.”

“Well, pretty sure with a price tag like that anyone would be impressed.” Mammon only grunts barely glancing at the excessive amount of zeros on the page. Any other girl he knew would be a blushing mess after getting a gift like this. Hells, even Cazz was eyeing the site with open envy and excitement. Yet, this wasn’t the first time he had done something like this with you. Every time he did all he got was a blisteringly radiant smile and kisses that probably could send him back to heaven if he didn’t have a life long ban there. Not that that was a bad thing...but he just wanted more.

“You would think so…” He trails off clicking his phone off to focus on the rest of his routine. No sooner had his hair and make-up artist finished then his director was stomping and shouting down the hall for him to get his ass on set. Grimacing Mammon slides off his seat stretching to spare himself a few more seconds of peace. He stops at the door taking one last look at his get up for this shoot.

Damn, he looks good. It was time for a new spring collection, but more importantly, his most popular season. The light spring colors always brought out his best features. The pastel cotton shirt they “fashionably” threw him in hung casually around his frame. Buttons “tastefully” undone to show the smooth planes of his freely waxed and oiled skin. The linen board shorts and finishing touch of leather sandals gave him the perfect beach vibe. At top dollar mind you.

Hmmm-perhaps he could borrow this outfit for your next beach outing.

Unable to tone out his bosses shouting anymore Mammon makes his way to set. He thinks hard on what else he can go or take you to impress you, ignoring the poking and prodding of his camera men and set designers. His partners today, two incubus twins stood sourly next to him. They had been at this for hours and even he was ready for a break from the sweltering heat of the lights.

“Alright! Alright!” The director broke an hour later tired of the twins whining. He throws his hands in the air in exasperation. “We’ll break for an hour for lunch- lost the light as is.” He huffs stumping off for a smoke break.

“Finally,” Mammon sighs from his pose on the ground. “Think I got sand in my ass.” He gets up from the ground grimacing as he tries to brush the grit off his legs. “Shit starts to burn when they get hot.” One of the twins nods looking down at their own arms. Tiny burn marks showing on their fair skin, they will heal by the time the shoot resumes, doesn’t mean they will be happy about it.

“Want to grab lunch?” The twins ask tossing him a towel to blot at his sweating brow. “New food truck is coming in today.” Mammon shakes his head. You had packed him something to eat this morning and he kind of wanted to enjoy it in peace for once.

Waving the two off he hurries back to his room already salivating at whatever tasty food you got him. Halfway to the door he stops, the fine hairs on his neck standing up. Someone was in his dressing room. Devil’s please don’t let it be another rabid fan. He pleads before creeping forward to check. Whoever it was left the door ajar, peaking in he stares enraptured.

When did you get here? It wasn’t abnormal for you to just drop by while he was working, but you usually waited for him on set behind the cameras. You sit humming to yourself reading something on your lap, feet kicking out innocently while you wait for him. Flipping a page he gets a glimpse of what you’re reading. His feathers ruffle in satisfaction. He had plans on showing you these shots before their release date. They still needed approval from his director but he knew they were great. You flip through shot after shot humming or nodding at some. One shot makes you stop fully, eyes growing wide.

Mammon snorts to himself, knowing exactly which photo you stopped on. The next issue was focusing on “Elegance in the work space”, whatever that means. His designer for the projects went a little overboard with the cuts and designs of the business suites he was to model. The sketches and drafts she had thrust at him had made his head spin. They were all amazing in his opinion, but one had been killer, everyone had agreed on that. If he didn’t know any better he was certain that it would put him on the cover. By the way you were looking at it, he was hoping it would.

That suit really complimented all of his features. It was form fitting accenting his slim waist but hid the slight sloping of his shoulders. The gold of the threading of his vest was done up in soft floral patterns that popped against the dark navy blue of the suit's fabric. The dark blue really brought out the lightness of his eyes. The look was topped off with a bright yellow silk pocket square, polished leather wingtips and gold cufflinks. He was about to interrupt you when he saw it, that one thing he wanted more than anything.

The pink starts at your ears swiping across the bridge of your nose before blooming on your round cheeks. It was breathtaking. Thinking he was being sneaky, Mammon whips out his phone for a quick picture, no one would believe him unless he had solid evidence. But the flash gives him away.

“Mammon!” You jump caught, hands flying to cover your warm face.

“Oi! None of that!” Mammon moves quickly snatching your hands away from your face beaming. “I’ve been waiting for ages to see this face on ya, an’ all it took was a picture of me?”

“You- you clean up really nicely, Mammon.” His hearts flutter at your soft admission.

“Huh,” Mammon scratches his neck, feeling his own blush coming forth. “Well- I mean I could do that more often, so long as you keep looking at me like this when I do.” He picks up the stack of photos from the floor where you dropped them in surprise. “Ya know- I still got that suit.”

Your face turns molten- oh he was going to have a field day with this.

Beelzebub

Doesn’t even notice at first. He is kind of the same way with expressing himself too- unless food is involved. So if you are content then he is content, so who cares if you don’t show it on your face?

Well- he didn’t care, until Belphie brought it up. His twin didn’t mean anything by it; he knew that, but it made him wonder. He trusts you when you say you are happy, you have no reason to lie to him. But date nights, game nights, and family dinners you were always so impassive.

It makes him wonder, not enough to ask you though. Truthfully, he is a little embarrassed that he can’t read you as you do him. He won’t force it like his brothers might. He is patient and hopes one day it will just come naturally like it does for him around you.

Mini Fic

Beel watches you over his lunch. You two were silent as you ate, but that was to be expected on days like these. The school cafe was packed with students all jockeying to get a place in line for today’s special. He had gotten there early for the both of you to gap a few of the specials and sides before they were gone. “Are you ok?” He puts his fork down leaning in close to speak to you across the small table. It creaks dangerously under the weight of his elbows on it. You look up from your tea mug. He smiles at your perpetually mild expression, your eyes were hard but your lips and brows were relaxed giving away nothing.

“Of course.” You smile up at him, face smooth and controlled. “Just excited about tonight.”

Hmph, could have fooled him. Beel leans back, studying you intently. He hopes you were as excited as he was for tonight. A new arcade had opened on the edge of town last week and he thought it would be a great date night for the two of you. He had expressed to you on several occasions how he was looking forward to the roller rink and the hoop games. You seemed eager, giving him a closed lip grin every time he brought it up. “Me too.” Beel says finally turning back to his food. “Think we will win any prizes?”

You snort dismissively. “Us? The dream team? I would be surprised if we didn’t win something. Have you seen the plushies?” You pull out your phone and show him their Devilgram. “I want to try and get the hydra one…” You prattle on and scroll through all the cute prizes on their site. He nods along taking a mental note of all the ones that you pointed at, determined to get each and every one for you.

School goes by quickly, far too quickly for him. Each tick of the clock caught him by surprise, jacking his nerves up more and more. It wasn’t like it was his first date with you, but it never stopped the butterflies from starting in his stomach. After school he changes quickly and waits for you by your bedroom door. He fiddles with the zipper of his jacket until you finally open your door.

“Ready?” The smile you throw up at him is breathtaking. “Hope you don’t mind my get up. You mentioned a roller ring so I figured something sporty and functional would be appropriate.” You kick out a leg waving a hand over your bright sport leggings.

Beel chuckles offering you his large hand. “You look adorable as always.”

Being with you was as easy as breathing to him now. After all your time together in the house getting to know you you became one of his closest friends, even before you started dating. You shared many of his interests and wasn’t afraid to argue your point if you saw fit. You fill the train ride to the arcade with idle chatter, goofy selfies to send to his siblings, and annoying the other passengers with your ill-contained chuckles.

The place itself was packed but well spread out to handle the massive throngs of demons and beasts coming for drinks and a good time. “Come on!” You shout over the other very drunk and very loud customers tugging at his sleeve. “Let’s get some coins and find an empty station.” He lets you lead. You take full advantage of his impressive frame to part the crowds around you as you hunt for a free spot. “See anything?”

Beel peers over the heads of most of the demons and looks out. In the far corner sat a few jump rope games that were free. “Stay close.” He murmurs in your ear wrapping a protective arm your shoulders so you wouldn’t be swept away in the flow of the crowd. The games were...hard. Mentally Beel kicks himself. Of course an arcade in the Devildom wouldn’t be geared for humans. They were built for demons' fast reflexes and inhuman strength. You were a good sport about it though, cheering him on when the games began to move too fast for your senses. If a game broke in his zeal to get you tickets, well you were both fast walkers.

“Think we have enough?” Beelzebub asks hours later around a popsicle. His jacket pockets bulge with multicolored tickets screaming to be spent.

You hum around a scoop of ice cream. “Possibly-” Your eyes flick to the prize booth. “And extra, you want a plushie too?” He shrugs. No doubt the moment it got into his room Belphie will steal it to add to his horde.

You end up getting your stuffed hydra and a giant fuzzy minotaur to keep it “company”. You clutch them close to your chest, seemingly happy with your bounties. After that you spend a bit at the roller ring before you finally had to call it a night. Exhausted you lag behind Beel as you make your way back to the train station, feet dragging with each step.

Wordlessly, Beel stops just in front of you. “Here,” He squats, offering you his back, arms stretched out behind him. “I can take us the rest of the way to the stop.” He feels you hesitate for a moment before climbing on to his back.

“Thank you.” He thinks nothing of how soft your voice was, just barely a tickle at the base of his neck. Beel treks one once you are secure, stuffing his hands in his pockets to lock you in place. The rest of the walk was quiet but he didn’t mind it, your warm body and soft breathing in his ear was a comfort.

He stops at the benches with a few minutes to spare before your train. “We are here. Do you want-” He gasps quietly, cutting himself off before he could accidentally wake you. You sleep on unperturbed by his voice. Your hold on around his neck was tight, your head buried in his neck.

It seems only when you're sleeping do you let your guard down. A blush sweeps across your face, your lips pulled up into a serene smile. You looked-happy. Happy in a way he never saw before. He won’t say anything about it, he decides. He’ll cherish this tiny expression all the same. Perhaps one day he’ll see when you're awake too.

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all the wrong places [6/7] - spencer reid x reader

Pairing: Spencer Reid x Female!Reader

Word Count: 2.2k

Summary: It only takes a moment for Spencer to realise that he doesn’t just want to marry you someday, he wants to marry you as soon as he possibly can. But since he can’t come up with a solid plan, he turns to his BAU family for help in planning the most important day of his life so far. Is that a mistake? Most definitely.

Warnings: Series probably aren’t meant to be exclusively fluffy, but this one practically is! I need some fluff in my life, damn it! There may be some mention of regular Criminal Minds things, some language but mostly just good ol’ Spence lovin’

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Chapter Six - Plain and Simple

He lets Rossi’s words ricochet around his mind for the rest of the day. As he packed up their stuff at the police precinct and laughed at Derek’s insistence on just how excited he was to get back to Savannah. As he pretended to be asleep on the jet with his head in your lap and your fingers in his hair. As he drove the two of you home. As he listened to your breathing even out, staring at the ceiling, unable to stop his mind from racing.

Rossi was right. And annoying. And right.

He was still thinking about it when he arrived at work the next morning and Hotch called him into his office within two minutes of his arrival. He looked at you confused, but you simply shrugged, pushing him towards the office with insistence. He shut the door behind him when he entered.

“Everything alright, Hotch?”

“Sit down, Reid.”

Well, that wasn’t a yes. He sat down regardless and waited patiently for Hotch to start talking. Hotch was taking his time, walking at what felt like a snail’s pace to his chair, sitting down, getting comfortable-

“Sir? Is something wrong?”

Spencer wasn’t as patient as he wished. It was something you frequently said you found adorable, but nevertheless it was something he should perhaps think about working on in the future.

“Frankly?” Hotch said, which wasn’t the answer Spencer had been expecting, “Yes, there is something. This upcoming proposal of yours. I’m worried it’s affecting your work.”

“I’m sorry?”

“You’ve tried to propose...four times now?”

“I think it’s five…” Spencer mumbled and Hotch tried not to grimace.

“Clearly you’re getting in your head about it and worrying too much. Since this is on your mind, I wonder if you’d like me to keep you apart on cases, just for a while.”

“I really don’t think that’s-“

“It’s a suggestion, Reid, not a declaration.”

Spencer paused before he answered again. On the one hand, the ring in his satchel had become heavier and heavier as time went on. Looking at you without blurting out every single plan he had for the two of you in the future was becoming harder with each passing second. Was his ability to do his job being hindered by being around you all the time?

No. He was sure that wasn’t true. Since being with you, the both of you had only gotten better at work. You understood each other without having to try, you listened to each other’s thoughts without question, you knew how to keep your relationship professional. Hotch’s worries were unfounded.

“Sir, with all due respect, I don’t think that will be necessary. Y/N and I have always worked well together and I don’t think there’s any evidence to the contrary in recent months. Unless you see it differently?”

“No, I don’t. I was only offering the option, Reid,” Hotch looked vaguely amused, if Reid had gotten anywhere with reading the stoic face he had grown accustomed to over the years, “A personal question, but why do think you’re struggling with this so much?”

Spencer sighed. Sunk into his chair a little further.

“When I first decided to propose, I wanted it to be objectively perfect. I calculated the risks of every proposal scenario I could think of, deliberated over which combination would be worthy of becoming the moment we’d talk about for the rest of our lives. Then I just froze. Every time. I froze, Hotch.”

“Why?”

“I don’t know. Rossi said Y/N wouldn’t care how I did it because she’d just want to marry me, but that doesn’t mean I don’t want to make her cry, you know?” His eyes went wide as he realised how that sounded, “Not like that, just…”

“I know why you freeze. Because you’ve let everyone else get into your head. You’ve tried out everyone else’s ideas before your own, right?”

“...right.”

“So ignore everyone. Except Dave, maybe, since that’s the only solid advice this team has given you. Ignore everyone else and just think about Y/N. You know her better than anyone. If you think about it, about her, then you’ll know what to do.”

“But how do I-“

“Back to work, Reid, I’ve got paperwork to be getting on with.”

“But-“

“Goodbye, Reid.”

There was no room for argument, since Hotch’s eyes were already on the paper on his desk, hauling a large document in front of him and letting out a small huff as he picked up his pen. Spencer sat there immobile for a few more seconds. Waiting. Hotch did nothing to acknowledge him again.

There was nothing to do but leave.

Hotch looked up as he heard his door softly click shut. He smiled, if only a little. If bringing Spencer into the office occasionally to threaten to split the two of you up in the field gave him the push he needed to propose, he might make it a regular arrangement.

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“What was that about?”

Spencer had made a beeline for the coffee machine as soon as he left Hotch’s office, if only to give him some time to get a story together as to why he’d been called in there. But as soon as he returned with a coffee in each hand, one of which metaphorically had your name on it, you asked him outright.

“He just wanted to check that my shoulder wasn’t still painful.”

“And it isn’t, right?”

You looked almost scary when you were being protective (though it wasn’t like he didn’t love it).

“As I’ve told you 34 times, no it isn’t,” he smiled, handing you your coffee with a small peck to the top of your head. You grimaced at the coffee, unexpectedly, but as you pulled out the two coffees from behind your own back, he grinned.

“Wanted you to have caffeine in case Hotch had been harsh,” you said, grinning yourself. Spencer chuckled a little, taking the coffee you’d made him with a hum of gratitude and walking to his desk with his two coffees. He knew that maybe he should give one of them away, but somehow he didn’t have the heart. That ring was feeling heavier again on his shoulder, and he was grateful for the relief when he shrugged off his satchel and placed it far too tenderly on the floor beside him.

With that the two of you got to work, spending most of the next half hour greeting the rest of the team as, one by one, they trudged into the office with caffeine of their own. With Hotch firmly buried in his paperwork and Rossi such a terrible influence on you all, by the time everyone was into work you had dissolved into friendly chatter rather than work.

“I swear, it’s going to happen this time. Nothing’s going to get in my way.”

“You told her that last time, Derek, and then you were away for two weeks on a serial case. You gotta stop making such big plans!” Penelope argued but Derek shook his head.

“You’ll see babygirl, this one will pan out.”

“You know, from everything I’ve heard about Savannah, I think she might prefer a quiet night in rather than some grand gesture you can’t follow through on. It’s those little moments where you make time for her that she’ll remember,” you tried, because Penelope was right and everyone in the room knew that except the one person that needed to.

“You really think so?”

“I know so, Morgan. You know, once, Spencer prepared a fort for the two of us? A whole ass fort, with the sofa cushions and sheets and every blanket he could find. It’s one of my favourite memories.”

“It is?” Spencer asked, his mind only reeling a little bit. He’d done that on impulse, thinking it might be the perfect combination of comfort and nostalgia that you needed to take your mind off a particularly bad case involving children you’d been on the week before. He’d never known you’d remembered it so much.

“Definitely. Even if it was so small we both got sore necks sitting inside for too long. It was amazing,” you were looking at him, stars in your eyes, but you quickly shook your attention back to Derek, “I’m not saying build Savannah a fort, that might be a me and Spencer thing, but you get my point.”

“I guess I do,” Derek scratched the back of his neck, at least beginning to rethink his elaborate ways of letting his girlfriend down, “Thanks, Y/L/N.”

You nodded a ‘no problem’ just as Rossi remembered where you all were and suggested everyone get back to work. Spencer sat back down, but his mind was all over the place. Hotch said if he thought about it, thought about you, then he’d just know.

Maybe the trick wasn’t just thinking about you, but actually listening to you.

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“Stopping to get takeout on the way home was the best decision ever,” you said, halfway through a mouthful, “It’s times like these I’m glad to have such a genius boyfriend.”

“You know not every decision I make based on my status as a genius, right?”

“Yeah, whatever, eat your food, babe,” you insisted, leaning your head on his shoulder as the two of you sat on the sofa side by side. Your legs were curled up against his side, Spencer resting his other hand on your leg as he ate. There were moments of idle chatter between the two of you, but since there hadn’t been time to eat earlier in the day, you mostly concentrated on getting the food in you as quickly as humanly possible.

That was, until you decided to break the silence.

“Hm,” you began, then a good few seconds of thinking later, “Never mind.”

“You know you have to tell me what you were thinking now.”

“No, really, doesn’t matter.”

“Y/N…”

“Seriously Spence, forget it.”

“I’m physically incapable of forgetting it Y/N,” he said bluntly, “Just tell me. It won’t be as weird as you think.”

You paused.

“Okay. Just hear me out then,” you said seriously, turning in your seat so that you were facing him properly, leaning an elbow on his knee and your chin on your fist, “What if we got married?”

Ah.

Now that, that had not been what he had expected. He hardly managed to respond through the lump that had formed instantaneously in his throat, his airways closing in.

“What?”

“I’m just asking, what if we got married? I mean, I love you and I’m pretty sure you love me. There’s no one else I want to be with, ever. So...why not?” When he didn’t say anything, you continued on, though far less sure of yourself, “I know we’re not exactly traditional but it would make sense, financially, right? And maybe...it might be a little romantic?”

“A little r-romantic?” He stuttered out, face drained of all its colour. This wasn’t in the plan. This was not in the plan. He may not have had a plan, but whatever this was, it wasn’t the plan.

Your face fell.

“Sorry, this isn’t the way to propose is it? And talking about the financial benefits of marriage definitely isn’t romantic,” you frowned to yourself, no longer looking him in the eye, “And honestly, maybe marriage isn’t something you see as romantic anyway, seeing as you probably know all the history that included the woman belonging to the man and everything, so maybe you don’t even want marriage?”

The infliction in your voice on the last question, the way your pitch changed, he could tell you beginning to get really nervous. Like what you’d just said might ruin your relationship that could never be ruined. But he wasn’t even thinking straight, because you had just asked him to marry you and he didn’t even get a chance to do it first. To do it right. He blinked rapidly as he looked at his lap.

“I don’t think-“ he began, but stopped himself, “I’m not sure-“

“You know what? Please forget I said anything, I told you I didn’t want to talk about it. Pretend it never happened, please Spence,” you said, already getting up from the sofa, distancing yourself from him, picking up your plate with a half-eaten dinner and making towards the kitchen, “I think I’ll turn in for the night, I’m beat. Night Spence.”

You hardly looked at him as you passed him to go to the bedroom, but he saw the flash of unshed tears in your eyes as you scurried by. He opened his mouth to speak, but for once his ability to process the situation that had just taken place was at an all time low. Instead, he scrambled to fetch the ring from his satchel near the door, wanting nothing more than to ask you right there and then—

“Y/N, wait-“

He held up the ring box as he turned around, but the bedroom door had shut with a click.

You’d just asked him to marry you and he hadn’t said yes.

Well, fuck.

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[wooyunhwa]

kingdom of welcome addiction | six

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Genre: smut (with plot), angst

Pairing: demon!san x fem!reader / angel!yunho x fem!reader 

Word Count: 6k

Warnings: oral (male receiving), sex in a semi-public place  

Synopsis: Torn between two opposing forces competing for your attention, who will you choose? 

A/N: Thank you for reading and comments are super appreciated as always! <3 love you all

You didn’t always study with Yunho at your apartment—you found yourself in the cafe more and more with him recently. It was popular with the students on your campus, and so when you were there, you got to play the girlfriend role. Admittedly, this was one of the biggest reasons you kept inviting him there. Maybe it was sad, but playing pretend girlfriend for Yunho as he took care of you as your pretend boyfriend, it was your only source of comfort anymore. 

Of course, in the cafe, demon and angel talk was strictly forbidden. Not that that was a bad thing. You could always use a break from all that drama, anyway.

Yunho was always especially cute to you when he was at the cafe, and that was saying something. He would offer to buy you a coffee, beaming as he came back to the seat to deliver it to you with a warm smile and a gentle peck on the cheek. Today was no different. 

“I got a new flavor for you today, I hope you don’t mind,” he said with a smile, setting your latte down gingerly on the table and sliding into the booth seat next to you. He shimmied his hips close to yours, leaning over to take a glance at your computer screen. 

He was so close you could feel his warm breath on your face, his lips just barely close enough to you that you could lean over and kiss him with no effort. And god, did you want to. It was all you thought about, and you’d take every opportune moment to lean in for a kiss at school, with the excuse of “wanting to sell it”. But that, truthfully, had no part in it. You just loved the taste of his lips against yours more than anything.

You studied until close again—time always flew by when you were with him, even when doing monotonous busy-work for your classes. It was dark when you left the cafe, a bit chilly, but not unbearably. You checked the time on your phone, then the bus stop timetable as you waited for it. 

“Ugh, it’s gonna be another 20 minutes until the bus gets here,” you groaned. “We could wait, but the walk is only about 20 minutes too. I’d be warmer if we were walking.”

Yunho nodded. “That’s fine with me. I’d be nervous about you walking in the dark alone, but it’s okay because I’m here,” he said with his sunshine smile—he glowed so much it was as if he was his own source of light on the darkly lit sidewalk. 

You walked for a bit, keeping close to Yunho for warmth. You made light conversation, but the silence wasn’t necessarily uncomfortable either. It was crazy how comfortable you were around him—it wasn’t usual for you to not feel awkward in long silences. But he made it easy.  

But something about the silence grew tense as you felt Yunho’s grip tighten around your waist abruptly, pulling you in closer. You tripped over your feet on the sidewalk slightly as he yanked you to his side. He leaned over in your ear, changing his voice into a low whisper. “There’s a man following us. Stay calm, alright? I’ll take care of it.”

In a idiotic display of impulsivity, but you shot a glance over your shoulder at the pursuer. You only caught a brief glimpse, but you’d know that face anywhere. The man whose number you’d gotten at the bar. You never actually called him, but he had an aura—and a face—you couldn’t forget. 

You swiveled on your heels, bringing your hand up in a friendly wave. “Hey—” you started, but Yunho’s sudden display of hostility stopped you in your tracks. He made a low growl in his throat, pulling you by the waist to his side, then stepped in front of you, positioning himself between you and Seonghwa protectively. 

“No, Yunho, its okay, actually I know him—”

“You don’t know him. Not like you think.” He growled through gritted teeth. His voice was harsher than you’d ever heard, carrying none of the angelic sing-songiness it usually had. “He’s a harvester. A reaper, you could call him.”

Like… the grim reaper? Your head was starting to spin from all this nonsense. But he certainly looked the part—adorned in all black, his eyes hauntingly dark. He looked just as handsome as he had at the bar, but much more ominous.  

Seonghwa cocked his head to the side, training his somber gaze on Yunho. “An angel. Hmm. I'm surprised I didn't recognize you as one at first glance. Your soul... it’s remarkably human-like.” He paused to take in Yunho once more, drawing his gaze up and down in thought. “I’ve never seen an angel without wings.”

"Right.” Yunho pulled his hand over his shoulder, rubbing his shoulder blades pensively. “I've been temporarily stripped of my wings to blend in more. That—It doesn’t matter. What business do you have with her?”

"I was supposed to harvest her soul, but she wasn't there when I came to collect. I finally managed to track her down. Unharvested souls can be… particularly elusive. You wouldn't happen to have anything to do with that?"

"No. You'd be looking at a particular demon for that. I'm on your side here. But you can't take her. She's my assignment, and I’m not giving her over to you.” He took another step closer to Seonghwa, making his stance larger. 

"I wasn't aware angels had jurisdiction over the unharvested now," Seonghwa said smugly. 

“That's not my problem. I just follow the assignments I’m given. Take it up with your supervisor. Either way, I have my orders to protect her.”

Seonghwa took a step forward offensively, illuminated more now under the dim street light, prompting Yunho to guard you with his hands out at his sides. 

“You know what'll happen to you if you lay your hand on an angel, even one without his wings.”

Seonghwa drew his tongue over his lip in annoyance, affirming Yunho’s implication wordlessly. 

Yunho took another, more threatening step forward. “So I’d advise you walk away now.”  

Seonghwa narrowed his dark eyes. “Fine. But you’re not the only one with orders. Next time, I won’t be so quick to give them up.”

He turned on his heels, his lithe form disappearing in a dark shadow. You let out a heavy sigh of relief, not even realizing how tight your chest was from the encounter. His presence was foreboding, and entirely eerie.  

Yunho turned back to you once he made sure Seonghwa was entirely gone. He placed a comforting hand on your shoulder, probably noticing your heavy, anxious breathing. “Are you alright? Let’s get you home, okay?” 

He laced his arm around you as you walked, holding you in close—you really did feel overwhelmingly safe in his arms. 

When you finally made it back to your apartment, you beelined it to the bedroom, collapsing exhaustedly onto your bed. Yunho followed you in, taking a seat gingerly at the edge. 

You had so many questions, you weren’t even sure to begin, so you started at the only place you could think to start.

“What—what the fuck was that?” you managed to stutter out. 

Yunho looked at you with soft, apologetic eyes. “I’m sorry you had to be caught up in that. I didn’t expect any of the harvesters to come for you, especially not now. But you said you knew him. From where?”

“The—the bar. The night San saved me, I—I hit on him in the bar.”

Yunho nodded thoughtfully, as if that made sense somehow. “Right.... Harvesters usually keep a close eye on their souls before they collect them. I’m only surprised San got you out of there before he was able to collect.”

Of course. You had been so proud of yourself for scoring his number, but he was just getting close to you before carrying out his orders. 

“So what, he’s like… a demon of sorts? Taking souls?”

Yunho shook his head with a chuckle. “No, nothing of the sort. But he’s no angel either. We’re technically on the same side, actually, but our departments don’t like each other very much. It’s a mess of jurisdictions up there. But no matter what side we’re on, I wasn’t going to let him take you.”

You nodded, simply taking in what he was saying. Just as everything Yunho had revealed to you up to now, it seemed to get more and more strange and convoluted each time. Nothing really made sense, but you let him continue regardless.

“You see… harvesters stay mostly neutral. They’re objective. Pacifists by nature—bound in rules. That’s why, even though I’m particularly vulnerable without my wings, I wasn’t worried about provoking him. He would never have fought me for you.”

“Yunho, this is really hurting my head. Can we just… have a night without any more angel talk?”

He smiled warmly, moving his position on the bed next to you. You nuzzled up at his side, taking shelter in his warmth. He reached up to pet your hair softly. His touch did things to you that you couldn’t describe, sending waves of warmth through your chest and tingles down your spine. 

The tension grew thick, and you pulled your head up to meet his eyes. He must have had the same idea that you did, because he didn’t even hesitate as you leaned in, his lips crashing against yours passionately. 

It was right. It felt right. You hadn’t kissed him since the first night you had him over, and it felt more right than ever now. You swung your leg over his lap, straddling him as he sat up against the pillows. You wrapped your arms over his shoulders around his neck, pulling his lips harder against you until there was no way you could get closer. You slipped your tongue in his mouth, and he reciprocated passionately. This time, there was no hesitation in the way he held you. You pulled away for only enough time to strip your shirt off. You unhooked your bra while you were at it, letting it fall off your shoulders slowly. Yunho’s eyes were drawn there immediately, mouth gaped open slightly. 

“What, you’ve never seen a boob before?” you teased, watching his face go completely flush. 

“No, I—I can’t believe I’m saying this, but I’ve been dreaming about this moment. I’ve imagined you naked so many times, and somehow this is better.”

Heat rose in your cheeks too now, taken aback by his confession. He’d been… imagining this?

He flipped you over, and your back sunk down into the plush blankets as he positioned his body over yours. He kissed down from your lips, down your neck, running his hand over your waist as he moved down. The way his lips lingered against your neck gave you chills, each kiss drawn out slowly, deliberately. 

He handled you like the world's most expensive piece of art—delicately, protectively. His hands spoiled you as they explored your body, leaving no inch of your skin untouched. His palms hugged every curve, fingers tracing every line, and his lips took care of the details in between.

"You're so beautiful," he breathed against your skin. "I'd say you looked like an angel, but you're more beautiful than any angel I've ever seen." 

A tingle rolled through your spine at his words. They fell off his tongue smooth and sweet like honey, carrying the most ethereal resonance. 

The crotch of his pants rubbed against your leg as he moved his lips down your body, and you felt the bulge in his pants grow harder and harder by the second. Everything instinct in your body told you to make him feel good—to make him feel as incredible as you felt in his presence.

You sat up suddenly, and he pulled back with a confused look on his face. You stood up off the bed, prompting him to follow, then sunk to your knees slowly. You watched his eyes widen as he realized what you were doing. You half expected him to stop you, tell you he couldn’t do it, tell you he needed to stay objective. But set his hand on your head gently as if to signal he wanted you to continue. So you did.

You unbuttoned his pants slowly, letting the pressure build as his cock sprang free. As you expected, it glowed like the rest of him, but you didn't expect it to be so beautiful. 

Yunho's heavy breath hitched in his throat as you took your first experimental lick at the tip. He laced one hand in your hair in pleasure, urging you to continue. "Ah—mmh, that feels incredible," he praised, voice already shaky even though you had barely begun. "The—this fully human form feels even better than I imagined."

Human form? Did he have a non-human— actually, you decided not to dwell on that too much. You focused on his fingers gripping tighter in your hair as you ran your tongue up and down the shaft, bringing your hands up and wrapping them around gently. His moans were angelic, music to your ears as you pumped enthusiastically, using your tongue in harmony with your hands until he was pulling at your hair in wantingly. 

You took that as your cue to start in with your mouth, taking the tip in slowly at first, pumping in a bit deeper as you worked your way down. You let his cock slide against the back of your throat, and he trembled at the sensation, involuntarily bucking his hips into you. 

"Sorry, sorry," he apologized. He was so pure—almost too pure—even when you were doing something so dirty. 

You pulled out for a moment, meeting his eyes, hands still wrapped around the base of his dick. "Can you not be so cute here? I'm trying to focus," you said with an exaggerated pout, and he flashed a shining smile that sparkled like the stars.

You wanted to make him feel even half as good as his smile made you feel. You pulled him into your mouth again, sucking in your cheeks hard and eating up the heavenly moans you drew from his throat. He laced his hands through your hair again, this time guiding your head back and forth against his rocking hips. You pressed your tongue against him hard, feeling every vein, every inch of him-and, if you were being honest, there was a lot of him. You'd heard rumors about tall men being well endowed, but you hadn't expected it to quite this level. 

Even so, you took him in your mouth as far as you could, a gag coming up through your throat involuntarily. He pet your hair softly, singing praises with his airy breaths. You raised your eyes to make eye contact with him for a moment, but his eyes were closed, his supple lips slightly parted in pleasure. It was the most beautiful sight you'd ever taken in. 

You picked up your pace, and he rocked up against your mouth more forcefully now. The way he shook told you how close he was, and you wanted to make it worthwhile for him. You made eye contact just in time for his eyes to roll back in his head. His warm cum spilled inside your mouth.

You didn't know what it was supposed to taste like normally, but his was sweet like liquid candy. Maybe it was an angel thing. It slid down your throat as you swallowed, drawing your eyes up to him one more time. You watched as his chest rose and fell in exertion, eyes lidded blissfully, lips still parted just slightly to let his airy breaths escape. 

He glowed magnificently, maybe even more than you'd ever seen from him before. It was almost too much to bear, but you couldn't manage to pull your gaze away from his sparkling brilliance.

He pulled you up against his chest. His skin was warm and inviting, and you melted against it. After doing anything with San, you felt dirty. Like you had completely sinned for even kissing him. But with Yunho, it almost felt like you'd just taken a shower. You felt fresh, clean, purified. 

He stroked your back lightly. "Thank you. You were absolutely incredible at that, you know."

You felt a blush rise to your cheeks. “That wasn’t a one time thing, was it?” you asked apprehensively, afraid of the answer, “I know you said you didn’t want to get too close… but that was—it was really nice. I’d like to do it again.”

His flashed his intoxicatingly bright smile, and all your worries seemed to melt away. “Maybe,” he answered softly, petting your hair. 

Maybe. 

You smiled as you drifted off in his arms. 

That was all you needed to hear. 

“How was it?”

“Boring as usual,” you responded, shoving the rest of your notebooks in your school bag as you met him at the entrance of your classroom. 

Yunho was always waiting for you to get out of your second-to-last class so he could go to the next one with you. He’d sit on the bench outside, waiting for you to get out before walking with you to the next building. He usually held your hand while he escorted you through the hallways, really selling your boyfriend act. You loved how big and protective his hand was as it wrapped around yours.

“After you, princess,” he said playfully, bending into a small bow as he held the door open into the science building—your Human Religions class was held there, ironically. 

“Why thank you, my lord,” you played along, stepping through the door. But you froze completely the second you stepped into in the hallway, causing Yunho to crash into you as you stopped abruptly. 

San.

You did a complete double take when you saw him. There was no way, it had to be a look alike. There was absolutely no way. But then again, you would recognize that side profile anywhere. It was definitely him—but, how? 

He leaned over a girl flirtatiously, smiling charmingly as he chatted with her. 

You could see the way his eyes gleamed even from the side, his normal blood red irises instead stained a deep chocolate brown. He still donned his many piercings, but he was dressed far more humbly than normal. He looked suspiciously human, albeit a bit like the lead singer of an early 2000s pop-punk band. Not that that wasn’t your type.

Yunho pulled you into him protectively as soon as he saw him. 

“Shit. What the fuck is he doing here?” Yunho hissed. You cringed at the harsh tone of his voice. The profanities felt wrong slipping off his tongue, like he was too pure to utter bad words. He kind of was. 

San noticed you from the corner of his eye, shooting you a devilish side-glance, meeting your eyes briefly. It was as if he was just waiting for you to arrive to make his next move. His eyes glistened mischievously in your direction before he turned his attention back to the girl he was talking to. He was standing far too close for comfort, closing in on her. The image made your blood boil—it felt like lava churning within you, your chest tightening uncomfortably as he leaned in closer to her. His eyes flitted over to you once more before he pulled her into his lips. He was shameless, kissing a girl in the hallways so boldly.

You felt your fists clench tightly as you watched, nails making harsh stinging marks in your palms. You wanted to scream, you wanted to claw him off of her. The jealousy that burned inside you was completely unwarranted. After all, you had been hopelessly pining after Yunho ever since you met him, even though you were fucking San on the side. But you couldn’t help the way San’s lips against another girl’s, his hands wandering her waist, made you feel entirely possessive over him. 

The girl slipped away from him, presumably to her next class, as you should have been too. But you were too frozen in shock to move anywhere. He made his way over to you slowly, and Yunho moved you gently to the side by your shoulders, stepping in front of you protectively to keep his body between you and San. 

“Yunho, it’s okay,” you reassured, stepping in front of him and placing your hand on his chest for a moment. Your palm sunk in against his fuzzy sweater. “Just give me a minute with him. I might be late to our class. You can fill me in later.”

Yunho shot a deathly glare at San. “If you lay one finger on her, I’ll have your head,” he grumbled, then leaned into your ear with a low whisper. “If you need me, text me. I’ll have my phone on.”

You gave him a subtle nod in agreement, and he finally left reluctantly, shooting a concerned glance over his shoulder as he walked away. 

You couldn’t talk to San here. 

“Come with me,” you hissed at San, gripping his arm firmly to pull him down the hallway. You knew the science building well—you used to be a lab assistant for one of your freshman chemistry teachers, and you knew for a fact he never locked his supply closets.

You fumbled open the door with shaky, uncoordinated movements. You bursted through, dragging him in after you, and quickly shut the door. You searched for a light switch, and it clicked on with a few flickers, illuminating San’s smug face in front of you. 

“San, what the fuck are you doing here?”

“I’m a student,” he shrugged.

“Like hell you are. Why—How? How are you here? I thought you couldn’t venture outside of your contracts. Don’t tell me someone contracted you to—”

"Shh, darling,” he cooed mockingly. “You’re getting so worked up. Relax. I had some… time off accrued. I requested a leave for a bit. Told my boss I wanted to fuck around in the human realm. It's a popular destination." He gave a cheeky wink as he took a step closer. You stumbled back, knocking into one of the chemical shelves. You felt it shift at your weight, the chemical bottles rattling against each other loudly behind you. 

Demons had paid time off? Geez, the angel and demon realms were starting to sound a lot like the human realm with extra steps. 

“Why were you kissing that girl in the hallway? San, why the fuck—”

His lips pulled into a satisfied smirk. As he flashed his bright teeth, you noticed his distinct lack of fangs. “Oh, don’t tell me you were jealous, lamb.”

You clenched your jaw, grinding your teeth together in annoyance. He was toying with you, and you were falling right into his trap. “Do whatever you want,” you fumed. “I don’t care.”

He pulled in close to you, trapping you in with his arms against the shelf digging into your back. His lips ghosted over yours as he spoke. “So you wouldn’t mind if I had some fun then, on my time off? If I fucked a couple of these pretty, pretty college girls? You wouldn’t care about that, right?”

Fire burned in your cheeks. You couldn’t give him the satisfaction. “Just don’t pull some random girl into our mess, alright? Whatever message you’re trying to send, it’s not going to work.”

“Why are you so worked up, doll? From the way you were avoiding calling me, I got the impression you didn’t want me anymore. So I figured I’d have a little fun.” 

Your blood was boiling now. He knew how to get a rise out of you, and he did it oh-so-effortlessly. “Fuck you, San,” you spat. 

“I’d know you’d like to, lamb. Maybe you could get in line. It’s only my first day here but already I have girls lining up for me. Funny how that is.”

You scoffed, shoving him off you. He was easier to move now, his body a lot lighter in his more human form. “I have to get to class.”

You left the closet, slamming the door behind you. You couldn’t believe what he was doing. Did he want you to be jealous? Was he getting back at you for having feelings for Yunho?

As much as you hated to admit it, what he was doing was working. Seeing him another girl caused a torrent of jealousy in your chest. As you walked back to your class, you heard a group of girls discussing him loudly. The school had collectively moved on from Yunho about a week after your dating rumors calmed down, now they had a bigger fish to gossip about. 

Every fiber of your being wanted to walk over to him, say if they laid a finger on them they’d regret it. You wanted to claim him as yours. But you’d already claimed your college boyfriend, as far as they were aware. So you bit your tongue and walk past, using every small ounce of control you had left to stay calm about the situation as you entered the lecture hall and took a seat where Yunho was.

“How’d it go?” he whispered in your ear. 

“I don’t want to talk about it,” you whispered back. Your tone was a bit too harsh, even though it wasn’t him you were mad at. 

He stared at your face for a moment, probably taking in how angry you looked, and then nodded slowly, then focused back on the lecture. You tried to focus on the class as well, but all you could see in your mind was the image of San with another girl. It made your head spin. It made your heart ache. It made your blood boil. 

He wanted you to hurt. 

And you did. 

San was haunting you. 

He seemed to have a new girl on his hip every day, always poised by your classroom door with his hand on her waist and his tongue down her throat. You couldn’t escape the vision of lips on another girl. He seemed to follow you everywhere, always right where you were headed in the hallway, eyes gleaming impishly as he caught your eye. He was toying with you, you knew that. And worst of all, he wasn’t even yours to have. 

If he was trying to make you jealous, it was working far too well. You were finally, finally getting somewhere with Yunho before San came and started his idiotic quest to make you jealous. Except it wasn’t idiotic, it was genius.

You wondered how long he could keep this up for—not just his fuckboy act, but his human form in general. How long was he granted his leave for?

Because he wasn’t on demon duty right now, you didn’t even have the ability to summon him. And you tried. The day after you swept him away to the supply closet, lashed out at him, you tried over and over to summon him to your bedroom. You recited his calling card relentlessly, and yet he never appeared. It only made sense. 

It was too much to bear. 

“Yunho, I’ll meet you in class. Cover for me with the professor, okay?”

He nodded, giving an encouraging squeeze to the hand that was laced with his, before breaking away toward the lecture hall door.  You watched him as he slipped through the door, then turned your attention towards San.

“San,” you hissed with an angry tone, interrupting his makeout session with another one of his hallway playthings. He froze, pulling away with a confused look. You glanced at the girl. “Sorry to interrupt. I just need to have a word with him quickly.”

San rolled his eyes in your direction, then turned back to the girl, giving her a wink and a kiss. “We’ll continue this later, love,” he said charmingly. 

You wanted to gag, your face twisting into a cringe, but you kept it together until she left. Your hand gripped around his forearm again forcefully, feeling his muscles bulge beneath your hand. “Chem closet. Now.” 

You practically dragged him there again, although he knew where you were going this time. You shut the door behind you discreetly, latching the lock.

San watched you like a hawk, his gaze trained on you mischievously. He was less intense with his coffee-colored eyes than the devilish crimson, but he still had a stare that could bore holes through you if you let it. 

“How long are you going to keep this up, San? Using all your time off to fuck with me, seems a little extreme, doesn’t it?”

He took a step towards you, and you fumbled backwards. His hand came up to draw over your chin. “What makes you say I’m doing this for you, lamb?”

“You’ve been tongue fucking random girls in front of my classroom every day for a week.”

“What’s that? Are you jealous?” he probed mockingly, taking another slow step towards you. You hit the back of the wall, lined on either side with shelves of bottled chemicals. He caged you in with his arm, pulling his face as close as he could without touching you. His warm breaths against your skin were just as enticing in his human form.

You don’t know what came over you when you found your lips against his forcefully, hungrily. He made a noise of surprise as you came crashing into him, holding you against him for a moment before pushing back against you with just a similar amount of force. He tasted incredible—like pure sin. 

All your pent up anger had suddenly converted to pure, sexual energy, grasping at his shirt feverishly. It felt like forever since the last time you kissed, because it kind of was. You’d been pouring so much attention into Yunho, you forgot the lustful chemistry you had with San. You forgot how much you needed this.

His hands explored your waist, pushing up under the hem of your skirt hungrily. “Fuck, where are my fangs when I need them,” he moaned against your lips. “I just want to sink my teeth into you.”

You could only moan in response against him as he pushed his thigh up between your legs, still pinned against the back wall with your body. You pushed yourself down on his leg, the crotch of your panties rubbing up against the fabric of his pants through your underwear. The friction sent waves of pleasure through your core, and suddenly you felt dampness pooling against his leg. 

You felt him smirk against your lips as you ground yourself against his leg. “You like that, darling?” 

He attached his lips to your neck, sucking and nipping at the sensitive skin.

“San—stop—you’re gonna leave a mark,” you protested. 

“Shh, lamb. I’m gonna make sure everyone knows you’re mine,” he breathed hungrily against your neck, lips ghosting just over the surface as he spoke. Your hands found their way down to the crotch of his black jeans, palming over the hard bulge of his cock underneath. A low growl rolled through his throat. You pressed harder, cupping your hand around. 

“I want to fuck you right here,” he growled in your ear, pressing his thigh up harder in between your leg, drawing soft whines from your lips. You were miles ahead of him. You tore at his pants button hungrily, pushing it down as far as you could until you reached his knees. He let out a pleasured groan when he realized what you were doing.

You felt his strong hands dig harshly into your waist, before abruptly flipping you around until you were leaning against the wall, elbows digging into the cold drywall. San’s hand came up under your skirt, rubbing circles in the skin of your thighs, pushing your skirt up as he caressed your skin. 

He pushed your panties down around your knees, drawing a finger along your entrance, ghosting over your clit in a way that made your legs tremble. 

“Feeling naughty today, aren’t you darling? So wet already…” he cooed in your ear from behind. 

His hot breaths washed over the nape of your neck as he aligned his cock with your dripping entrance. He pushed in with no hesitation, bottoming out inside of you almost entirely. His hand came around to cup your mouth just as you let out a surprised yelp. “Shh, shh, lamb. Quiet those pretty little noises, hmm?”

He pushed into you deeply, punctuating each thrust with a lustful kiss on the back of your neck. The combination of the sensations made your head spin—his hand against your mouth muffling your sounds; his slow, lustful kisses on your sensitive neck; his dick stretching you out inside. Something about the risk, too, was unexpectedly arousing. You knew you’d locked the door, and yet it felt so vulnerable—it turned you on in a way you couldn’t explain. 

You felt yourself tighten around San as he got into a steady rhythm, sliding in and out with airy breaths in your ear. You felt him bottom out once last time before he spilled over inside with a final pleasured grunt. 

He slipped your panties back on, containing the cum that was dripping out of you slowly. You felt his chest rising and falling with heavy breaths as he pressed his chest against your back, still turned away from him. 

He leaned into you, lips just barely grazing your ear as he spoke. “Better get cleaned up, pretty girl. Wouldn’t want your little angel boy knowing how dirty you’ve been.”

Shit. In your jealousy-driven lustful rage, you’d forgotten about Yunho. What were you going to tell him? How were you supposed to face him after that?

You heard the distinct sound of the zipper of San’s pants, but by the time you turned around to face him, he was already out the door, latch clicking back in as it shut behind him. 

After getting yourself presentable, you resurfaced apprehensively from the chemical closet, quickly locating the nearest restroom to clean yourself up a bit more. Your legs carried you from there back to the lecture hall, where Yunho was waiting. You weren’t sure why you were even going—you’d missed most of the class now, anyway. But you always took the bus with Yunho after class. Something was telling you to go. 

You took your usual seat next to him, trying to be as discreet as possible as you slipped down into the chair. From the corner of your eyes, you watched yunho’s eyes widen at the marks on your neck. You shouldn’t have even gone to class—you were only going to catch the last 10 minutes of the lecture, anyway. And by the way Yunho was looking at you, you confirmed for certain that it was a mistake. 

“Wh—what did he do to you?” Yunho asked in a whisper. The disappointed look in his eyes dug a hole straight through your heart. “Y/N… what did you…”

You brought up your hand, fingers drawing slowly over the bruised marks San left on your neck. You felt dirty under Yunho’s pure gaze, shameful. You avoided his question. In fact, you avoided his gaze entirely. 

He got up the minute the lecture was done, and without saying a word, exited the classroom without even a look back over his shoulder. 

He’d never left you like that before. He was your guardian—it was his job to protect you, and yet he left you there without a word. Maybe he was right after all, you shouldn’t have gotten involved with him in that way. He needed to be objective, and you were only going to fuck that up for him. 

It was a mistake, all of it. And you didn’t know how to fix it. 

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hc of amy having a bad day and struggling with mac? say he’s very clingy or also upset

Guess what, this accidentally turned into a fic too. And it kinda shifted into 'Jake and Amy having a bad day and struggling with Mac for very different reasons'... I hope you still like it!

(read it on AO3)

It had become evident pretty early on that when Mac got sick, he gravitated towards Amy much more. Sure, Jake was also sometimes good for snotty cuddles and cough-soothing baths, but at some point he would call for his mom, or whine and spread his arms towards her with his legs kicking in frustration, and it said a lot about how much Jake has grown that he didn't even hesitate to hand him over without acting hurt. Maybe the blissful calm washing over Mac's face as soon as Amy was hugging him helped with that, too. It was such a wonderful thing to see after hours of crying, coughing, sneezing, whining and general sad pouting that only a Peralta-baby is capable of, Jake barely had the energy to worry about how it felt to be so blatantly rejected by his little boy.

It'd also become evident that Mac’s clingy phase had started a bit earlier than most of their parenting books prophesied. If Amy was home, he wanted to be on her lap, or in her arms, or wrapping his little arms around her leg as she tried to work in the kitchen. Jake got “NO!”ed and waved away far more often than he was asked for a hug himself, and again, it took a lot of newfound maturity not to let that get to him - and maybe he did not have enough of that yet, because it absolutely got to him in quieter moments.

(He knew it’d pass, like any phase in a toddler’s life passes at some point. Like the phase of Mac refusing anything but that one specific carrot puree passed, or the phase of him being unable to sleep anywhere except cuddled in between them, waking up as soon as they tried to carry him back to his own bed.)

The real trouble starts when both these situations collide.

-*-

Mac woke them up at 4:30 sharp, two hours before Amy’s first alarm, crying so hard it almost sounded like screaming. When Jake tiptoed into the nursery, he had to ignore the frustrated shouts of Nonono and Mamam that he was almost used to by now, to actually check what was wrong. Probably another ear infection, he realised after seeing the symptoms they’d become very familiar with during the last time they’d battled through one of those. They had to bring him to the doctor to be sure, but he already knew they were looking forward to at least two days of unsoothable crying and fussing.

He also knew that things would be hell for Amy.

In theory, it would make far more sense for him to call in sick to take care of Mac. As much as he loved his detective work, the simple fact that his wife outranked him (and thus outdid him in both salary and responsibilities, obviously) meant that if one of them had to take a few days off, it should be him first and foremost. In practice, however, Mac was going to be even more insufferable than just from his sickness if left alone with him at the moment. He was still crying for Amy as Jake lifted him out of the cot - he would be screaming bloody murder if she closed the door of the apartment behind her.

“Earache?” Amy asked already as Jake stepped back into the bedroom, Mac’s wailing lessening only slightly as he stretched his arms out toward her. She pulled him to her as Jake sighed and nodded.

“I think so. I’ll take him to the doc when they open.” He tried to offer, but he knew Amy would refuse it anyway.

“No, I can do it. I’ll call in sick - you get back to sleep for work.”

“I’ll try.” He sighed again as he dropped onto his back while Amy was sitting up to sway Mac, who’d actually quieted down into little sobs and sniffles in her arms. “I’m sorry, Ames.”

“It’s nobody’s fault he’s sick, especially not yours.”

“Yeah, but I wish I could help more. If he wasn’t- you know.”

“I know.” Amy let her free hand not holding Mac drift through Jake’s sleep-messy curls. She knew that, as much as he tried to pretend it wasn’t bothering him, he secretly hated the thought of his son rejecting him in any way, even if it was as nonsensical as a clingy toddler phase.

Luckily it didn’t take long for him to actually fall back asleep with her hand in his hair, and she carefully wiggled out of bed to let him rest while settling down with a still crying Mac in his nursery rocking chair.

-*-

They got to get ready together as they usually did in the morning, at least - even if Amy was only getting dressed to drive to the pediatrician and straight back again. She’d already called Holt and explained the situation before Jake handed her a mug of coffee, and Mac had been, at the least, not crying for the last ten minutes while sitting in his playpen in the living room. Maybe things wouldn’t be as bad as last time.

“I can pick up whatever the doc prescribes on my lunch break.” Jake smiled at her, ruefully, and she considered telling him again that it was okay, that she could do it - but something told her to keep her options of at least a few minutes not alone with a sick toddler open.

She desperately needed that option when lunchtime came around.

Doctor Maurice had quickly confirmed their suspicions and told her that there wasn’t much more they could do than wait it out, keep an eye on his fever and medicate with ibuprofen and warm compresses. Not that any of that had helped. When Mac wasn’t crying, he was screaming, and when he wasn’t screaming, he wanted to be close to her, but he couldn’t lie down without the pain getting worse, so simply plonking down on the couch with him was out of the question. She’d let him breastfeed far more than had been their norm now that he was slowly getting weaned, because it seemed to give him some relief at least, as well as quieting him for a blissful moment. But then the infection had travelled to his stomach as well, the same way it had last time, and he staunchly refused any and all food or milk. She’d seriously started considering foregoing the diapers completely and just letting him play in the empty bathtub so she could rinse him off from time to time, because five dirty diapers in under twenty minutes had to be some sort of new record.

So when Jake texted her he was on his way, with a picture of another box of ibuprofen and that herbal steam-bath mix that had helped last time, she sent a silent thank you prayer to anyone who wanted to listen. And she mumbled a not quite as silent thank you against Jake’s lips before he could even get his shoes off at the door.

“I got you one of the good bagel sandwiches for lunch, too.” He said as he hugged her and combed through her messy hair.

“I love you so much.” She hadn’t even realised that the only thing in her stomach so far was still the cup of coffee he’d made her this morning.

He grinned as he put the deli paper bag on the kitchen counter and went over to Mac’s playpen, to say hello to a currently only softly whining toddler smacking an innocent teddy against a pile of soft fabric blocks. Amy followed to wrap her arms around his waist from behind and rest her head against his back, taking in a few deep breaths of Jake, of something that didn’t smell of diarrhea, moist compresses, milk-hiccups and spit up.

“Also Holt gave me an hour for lunch, so if you want to take a nap or something-”

“God.” Amy groaned with pure happiness as Jake turned around in her embrace. “Marry me, Mr. Perfect.”

“Any place, any time, babe.” He kissed the crown of her head while returning her hug, sniffing her hair with a chuckle. “But maybe a shower first before the big day.”

“Rude.” Amy mumbled with her face pressed against his chest. “I rescind the proposal.”

His chuckle turned into a laugh at that, and he slowly unraveled her arms around him. “Nap first, then shower, how’s that sound? Then a bagel. I’ll give Mac his lunch.”

“Good luck with that.” She sighed before giving him another quick kiss and making a beeline for the bedroom.

-*-

She’d hopped straight from bed into the bathroom later, relishing in the feeling of the hot water washing away any aches left over after that much needed nap. Alas, when she stepped out of the oh-so-peaceful bathroom, she was met with a wall of sound.

Mac was wailing, hard, as Jake swayed him back and forth, holding another warm compress against his little ear, and trying to make soothing noises despite the shrill screams of No and MAMA! straight into his face.

“Shsshhshsh, hey, it’s okay, bud, it’s okay. I know you don’t like me much at the moment, but it’s gonna be okay, and mom is coming back soon-”

He stopped as he noticed her stepping into the room, giving her an apologetic smile as she took Mac from him. The wailing turned into regular crying at least, albeit still loud.

“I’m sorry babe - did he wake you up? He won’t eat either.”

“I set an alarm, actually. So you won’t be back late.” Amy sat down on the couch and pulled up her shirt (freshly changed after the shower, and god had that felt good as well). Mac latched onto her breast almost immediately, and a wonderful quiet settled across the room, only his little snuffling and suckling noises breaking through.

Jake’s face was unreadable before he turned towards the kitchen to plate her bagel, but that stoic, almost empty expression told her enough anyway. She grabbed his wrist as he set the plate down on the couch table, pulled softly until he sat down next to her, running her fingers through his hair again to comfort him.

“You know it’s not true, right?”

“Hm?” Jake looked up at her after watching Mac, who finally seemed to calm down completely in her arm, with a vacant look in his eyes.

“It’s not true that he doesn’t like you. He loves you just as much as me. It’s just a difficult phase.”

“I know that.” Jake’s attempt at a smile was still sad enough, and she wiped across the corner of it with the soft tip of her thumb.

“And I love you too. So much.”

“I know that.” And this new smile seemed to turn out right, at least. “You wanna re-marry me, after all.” He teased as he leant his head against her shoulder, looking down at Mac again with a much less forlorn expression.

“Hey, I rescinded that proposal!” She quipped back, falling into their usual banter easily now that she was rested enough and sure that Jake felt better as well. “But I might consider re-re-proposing again if you promise to pick up Polish for dinner.”

“I knew you only wanted me for all the free food delivery.”

“I also need you for other things.” Amy said as she sat up a bit straighter to finish Mac’s feeding, Jake’s head lifting off of her shoulder with the movement. “Like burping your kid. I really don’t want spit-up down this fresh shirt.”

“Aye aye, Sergeant.” Jake joked, already scrabbling for the burp cloth thrown over the armchair next to them and taking Mac out of her arms.

She watched him as he expertly settled the little, squirming bundle against his chest, the swaying and patting motion almost second nature by now, ducking his head down for a quick sniff of that perfect toddler hair scent. He’d have to leave for the precinct soon enough, and she certainly wasn’t looking forward to the rest of the afternoon probably being a reprise of her entire morning, and she didn’t even want to think about the night or next day to come.

Life with a toddler was unpredictable. Almost nothing was in her control anymore. But, as she’d learned over the years, as long as she was with the right people, she could handle anything. And Jake Peralta proved, again and again, that he was the right person for her.

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The Picnic - Feysand

So @thebonecarver and I wrote this to celebrate hitting 100 followers a few days ago!! Thank you to everyone who has followed us! 😊

It had been a long few weeks for the high lord and lady of the night court. Between their regularly scheduled meetings and taking care of Nyx, things had been hard. They had scarcely found any time for themselves in the midst of it, hardly any to just be together, enjoying each other’s presence. When Feyre wasn’t at a meeting, Rhys was in the Illyrian mountains handling the armies with Cassian. When Rhys was home, Feyre was at the art studio. Their schedules never seemed to line up.

They often spoke mentally, providing each other as much comfort as they could in that capacity, but they soon found that even psychic communication had its limits when it came to comforting one another. Feyre missed the way his arms felt around her, the way he would whisper soothing words into her ear when things became too much to handle. She understood that they had their responsibilities to their court. They were high lord and lady, after all. Still, she was restless. She wanted nothing more than to feel his embrace, nothing more than to drown in a pool of the transcendent love he offered her.

There was a dull ache in her heart that she knew only he could alleviate. She longed for him. She had not known desperation so deep since her days before coming to Prythian. That desperation, that hunger, had burned, but never like this. It had seared from the inside out, but never straight from the heart. Not like this did. This killed slowly, she thought, deliberately. She felt as though she had been traipsing around Velaris with half a soul, never quite able to get comfortable anywhere she went.

She would see him today. For the first time in weeks, everything lined up. Cassian and Azriel had agreed to take Nyx off their hands for the day for what Cassian called “much-needed uncle time”. They would pick him up as soon as she returned home for the day.

She was a bit surprised that Cassian had not said anything, no teasing. She didn't say anything though, she did not want to give him any ideas. He probably does not want to lose any time with Nyx, she thought, and chuckled silently.

“What’s so funny my High Lady? Rhysie has some good jokes for once?” Rhysand must have heard that from wherever he was, because he responded in Feyre’s and Cassian’s head, At least my jokes don't have every female in all of Prythian running for the hills Cassian. Feyre laughed harder, Cassian chuckling as well.

“Well have fun you two, and be sure to be home at a respectable time, and PLEASE use a sound barrier, I do not want to have to explain what noises are being heard all over this cauldron-damned city to this little one.” He said in his most “mother hen” voice, and tickled a giggling Nyx in his arms. Feyre glared at him while he laughed, and Rhys must have said something in his head, for he laughed even harder.

“BYE CASSIAN” Feyre shouted, making a beeline to the door. She could still hear Cassian's laughter,

Once she was outside, she took a deep breath of the fresh air. It was a nice day, perfect for a walk in the park or a trip to the market squares. Perhaps she and Rhys could take a walk when he returned. She would love nothing more than to walk through Velaris hand in hand with her mate. She missed simple intimacies like that, little touches.

You look simply delectable in that dress, Feyre darling.

He had spoken into her mind. Could he see her? Where was he? She looked around but could not find him. Suddenly, there was a pressure underneath her knees, lifting her into the air. She yelped, surprised that he had picked her up.After the initial surprise, she spoke;

“You should have given me some warning, you prick.”

He chuckled, “Now what would be the fun in that Feyre Darling?”

She tried her best to look unaffected by the nickname, and replied “The fun would be that I wouldn't have to scream and not fall on my face for all of Velaris to see.”

He put on a face of mock hurt. “You really think I would drop you darling? I would never!”

She glared. “Based on what you did last time, I won't trust you for another 1000 years, 900 if your lucky.”

He laughed harder, burrowing his face in my neck, to try and silence it. Once he calmed he breathed in my neck, savouring her smell.

“If I could bottle your smell I would drink it every day.” He sighed, hugging Feyre tightly, as if she could disappear any moment. And to be honest based on how long they had been apart, they both felt as if they would disappear, but thank the cauldron they wouldn't.

Finally, after all this time, they were together. She smiled as she nuzzled closer to his chest. Through the bond, she could feel the pure happiness coursing through Rhys. Her grin widened as she felt the wind blazing past them.

She wondered where he might be taking her. They hadn’t discussed their plans beyond spending the day together. Wherever they were headed, though, Feyre knew she would love it. She would love it because he would be there with her. For the first time in a long while, she was home. An unyielding warmth welled up in her heart in the place of the ravenous longing she had been experiencing before. She was with Rhys now, and all was well, at least for the day.

She looked down and watched the vibrant landscape of Velaris fly by beneath them. She could easily fly herself, but she didn’t want to. At least for now, she wanted to be held by him. Judging by the way his arms were wrapped around her more tightly than usual, it was clear that he was enjoying it too. There was something about him holding her like that. It always gave her butterflies, no matter how long they had been together. Even with the centuries stretching out before them, she could be sure that that would never change. Not this, and not the way they felt for each other. She would always look at him as though he had hung the very stars that shone above Ramiel on the Night Court’s insignia, and he would always look to her and see his darling mate, his salvation.

They continued their flight. When he landed and sat her on her feet, she mourned the close contact. She took in their surroundings. They stood on a hill overlooking the city. From the vantage point, she could see it all. She saw the rainbow and the Sidra, twinking as it reflected the sun’s light. What she took the most note of, though, was the blanket laid out on the grass, a small basket sitting at its center.

A picnic.

Rhys had planned a picnic.

She didn’t realize it was possible to love him more than she already did.

He watched her intently, taking in the shift in her expression. He grinned widely. He loved seeing her like this, happy and content. For once, she looked her age. She looked like the 20 year-old girl she was, and without eyes that looked haunted or scared. Their duties could wait. Right now, as they stood on this hill, things were for once simple. The world was quiet, save for the slight breeze that occasionally brushed against their ears. They were happy. War and politics be damned.

“Happy, my love?”

She looked down to find that her hand was glowing. It seemed that her body was speaking for itself. Instead of answering, she took a few steps toward him, placing her shining palm on the side of his face, stroking his cheek. His violet eyes were alight with the spark of love. He leaned down and pressed a gentle kiss to her lips. It wasn’t like things had been recently. It wasn’t the quick kiss of someone trying to make time between meetings or the kind of kiss she would give him as she passed him on the way to feed Nyx. The kiss they now shared was sweet, unhurried, as though they had all the time in the world to stand there and relish in what they were feeling.

After what felt like a millenia, he slowly pulled away from her, once again meeting her eyes.

“I’ve missed that,” he said.

“I’ve missed you,” Feyre replied, tears brimming in her eyes. But she was smiling, a broad, indestructible smile that made Rhys look at her in wonder

They stared at each other for a moment longer before Rhys motioned to the blanket.

“Let’s get more comfortable.”

They made their way over to the blanket and they sat next to one another. She leaned over, resting her head on his shoulder. With his other arm, he reached for the basket, producing several sandwiches and a container of what she assumed was some sort of stew. He sat the food in front of them before he tilted his head and placed a soft kiss on her hair.

She knew she was likely still glowing. She didn’t need to look down to know. Rhys picked up one of the sandwiches and held it to her lips. She took a bite, savoring the taste. She quickly realized where she had tasted it before. It was one of the sandwiches from her favorite restaurant. She beamed. Her clever, loving mate had gone there and procured it for her, just to make her happy. She recalled a time when such a thing would have been an ordeal, a time when her former lover had refused to so much as let her leave the house. She wished more than anything that she could go back in time and tell that girl that this was waiting on the horizon, that such a love awaited her beyond all the turmoil.

He put a hand on her hair, lightly stroking it as he held up the sandwich once again for her. She took another bite, turning slightly.

“I can feed myself, you know,” she laughed.

“What kind of male would I be if I didn’t care for my lovely hardworking mate?”

She reached over, grabbing a sandwich and holding it up for him. They spent the rest of the picnic like that, feeding each other bits of food and staring into one another’s eyes. When they had finished their meal, Rhys put what remained back in the basket and pulled her closer, pushing her head down onto his lap as he continued to stroke her hair. They stayed like that for a while, him stroking her hair and occasionally leaning down and pressing a kiss to her forehead. It had been going on for some time when he finally said, “I don’t know what I’ve done in this life to deserve this. To deserve you.”

She looked up at him. His eyes were tender.

“You do deserve this. You’ve done so much good in your life, Rhys. You deserve every bit of happiness.”

He smiled.

“You are my happiness,” he said, his voice shaky, pressing another kiss to her brow, “and I will spend the rest of this eternity showing you how much I treasure you, my love, my mate, my salvation.”

She looked into his eyes. She wanted to say something, but she was at a loss. No words in her vocabulary could accurately describe what she was feeling, the depth of her affection for the male in front of her. She hoped her face and the glow of her skin said enough. They seemed to, as a moment later he pulled her into a tight embrace.

“My Feyre,” he said, nuzzling her neck, “my light.”

“I love you,” she said. She had never meant anything more.

“I love you too,” he responded, pressing a kiss to her pulse point.

He continued trailing light kisses down the column of her throat, smiling into her neck as he heard her breath hitch slightly. He readjusted, laying her down on the blanket. Her face was flushed as he stared down at her. He knelt down on top of her, pressing a long kiss onto her collarbone.

“Now prepare yourself, darling,” he said, “I’m going to show you just how much I’ve missed you.”

She was not prepared.

[deja-you]

times new roman | episode seven

t. jefferson x reader

summary: Y/n needs a date. Thomas would be more than happy to oblige. 

word count: 2.9k

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Y/n’s mouth hung open as she stared at the snapchat of her and Jefferson from the night before. What had happened? She tried remembering the previous night, but was met with a terrible headache instead. Looking down, she saw that she was wearing a t-shirt that was most definitely not hers. 

She wasn’t given much more time to panic The bedroom door opened, and Y/n flinched at the light that was being let into the room.

“Morning, angel. How are you feeling? This is for you.” 

Thomas sat next to her on the side of the bed and handed her a tall glass of water. She muttered a ‘thanks’ and downed the water in a matter of seconds. Y/n took a moment to take Thomas in. He was dressed for work already, making Y/n feel even more self-conscious of her state of undress. 

“What happened last night? I can’t remember much. Did we...?” 

The previous evening, Y/n had not been enjoying the gala. She had given up on hiding in her dad’s office when he sent off a few texts asking where she was. Now Y/n had resigned to lurk around the ballroom, hiding behind ice sculptures (where had they even gotten those?) and pillars in an attempt to avoid anyone and everyone. 

Unfortunately, she couldn’t avoid everyone forever. 

“Y/n, there you are!” Angelica grabbed her arm and pulled her in for a hug. 

When she was released, Y/n had the time to soak in Angelica. God damn, did that girl know how to dress. Y/n couldn’t help but admire how good Angelica looked, the glittering fabric of her dress hugging her body in flattering ways.

“Angelica, if things don’t work out for you and Mr. Church, you know how to find me,” Y/n smirked. 

“I’ll keep that in mind.” Angelica couldn’t help but laugh. “Where have you been? This is my first time seeing you tonight.”

Y/n shrugged. “Oh, you know. I’ve just been... around.”

Angelica raised an eyebrow. “Have you not been enjoying George Washington’s extravaganza? It’s only the biggest party of the year, don’t you know?”

“Dad always goes overboard with his party planning, doesn’t he?” Y/n rolled her eyes.

“Mr. Washington is so serious all year, let your old man have some fun. Besides, who doesn’t love a big party?” Y/n made a face, and nodded in realization. “Ah, right. You. You don’t love a big party.”

“Just not my scene, okay? But dad gets so excited about it, so I don’t mind too much.” 

“So what, a party’s not your scene? No big deal. At the least, you can enjoy the free booze.” Angelica grabbed two flutes of champagne from a passing waiter and handed one to Y/n.

That would be Y/n’s mantra for the rest of the night. Free booze. She had no classes tomorrow and nothing planned. What was the worst that could happen?

Angelica muttered something about ‘that idiot Hamilton’ and apologized briefly to Y/n before making her way across the ballroom. Y/n’s soft sigh was drowned out by the exceptionally sleazy jazz music Washington had picked out for the evening. The swinging notes of the saxophone had Y/n buzzing and feeling warm inside. Or maybe that was the alcohol. She looked down at the already drained glass in her grip. It was definitely the alcohol. Relishing the feeling, Y/n gave her empty glass to a passing server and replacing it with another.

“Isn’t it a little early in the evening to be getting drunk?”

Y/n pulled the glass away from her lips. She would recognize that voice anywhere, it had been haunting her thoughts for the last week. What did she have to do to blissfully enjoy a glass of champagne by herself?

“Mr. Jefferson.” Y/n whipped her head around to face him. “To what do I owe the pleasure?”

“Back to this ‘Mr. Jefferson’ nonsense, are we?”

The frown on his face was the only unpleasant thing about his appearance. Sure, Y/n wanted some time alone, but she couldn’t deny that Thomas looked good. The way his tailored suit showed off his toned arms, mm -- Y/n was getting distracted. She regained her composure, but not before Thomas noticed. 

“See something you like, angel?” He raised an eyebrow, the corner of his lips pulling up into a smirk.

Her skin felt warm, and she had to look away so he wouldn’t see the impact he had on her. “Not particularly.”

She looked at him, then at the bed, and the over-sized t-shirt she was wearing. Thankfully, he understood what she was insinuating.

“Oh! No. No, we didn’t. Trust me, if we had, you would have remembered.”

Y/n groaned and buried her head in his pillow.

“Bad hangover?” He asked.

“No, I just can’t stand you.”

“That’s not what you were saying last night.”

She gripped his pillow -- was that satin? -- and threw it lazily in his direction. “How much did I drink last night? What did I do?”

“Well, not me.”

“Oh. My. God. Can you stop with the innuendos?”

Thomas chuckled. “Sorry, angel.”

“Stop calling me that. It’s sweet and endearing. I don’t like how it makes me feel.”

“Alright, princess.”

“That’s worse. So much worse. Never ever call me that again.” She refused to meet his eyes, knowing he was wearing that stupid grin. “So what exactly happened? I can’t be held accountable for my actions, just want to put that out there. I was so wasted.”

“You want me to start from the beginning?”

“No, no. I remember the beginning. That part I remember. I remember glasses of champagne, and then I remember you approaching me.” She pointed an accusatory finger at his chest. “And then the rest is blurry.”

He crossed his arms over his chest and watched her carefully. Did she really not remember anything? How much was he required to tell her, and how much did she really need to hear?

“Well, I was trying to have a perfectly cordial conversation with you. Apparently you must’ve found what I was saying boring, because the next thing I knew, you were dragging me to the photo booth,” he informed her.

“The photo booth?” She repeated. Memories of bright flashing lights came back to her. She gasped and moved her hand to cover her mouth when she remembered the snapchat Peggy had sent her earlier. “No.”

“So you remember?”

“Vaguely. Did we...?” The words felt heavy in her throat. “Did we kiss?”

“You kissed me.”

“Remind me not to get that drunk ever again.”

“Well, you’ve kissed me when you were sober, too. Just thought I’d remind you.” 

“Don’t. Don’t remind me. Can you just finish telling me what happened last night?”

The photo booth was empty. Everyone had gathered around the stage to listen to Washington give his big speech. Y/n had heard him practice the speech nearly a dozen times and she was certain she’d be able to give it herself at this point. Because of this, she felt no need to listen to his speech again.

“You’re going to be my best friend for the evening,” Y/n said. She noticed that her voice was an octave higher than it usually was, probably due to her alcohol intake.

Thomas raised his eyebrows as she dragged him into the photo booth. “Why’s that, angel? Aren’t your friends at this party?”

“Sure, but you just happened to be around at the right time.”

“I’m flattered.”

“You should be. Also, we look great together,” Y/n pointed out.

“That why we’re in the photo booth? So you can document how great we look together?”

She nodded eagerly. “Obviously. Now look cute for the picture, or I’ll have to find a new bff.”

“We can’t have that.”

The numbers on the screen began counting down. 

Three.

Thomas slung his arm around Y/n’s shoulders and pulled her tightly to his side. 

Two.

Y/n was a little surprised at how natural the action felt. 

One.

Thomas stuck out his tongue, Y/n leaned against him and grinned widely. A bright flash.

“That’s a good one,” Thomas said.

“Shh, we don’t have time! The next photo is coming up.”

“What are we doing?”

“I don’t know,” she said frantically, “fake laugh!”

They both began to laugh unnecessarily loudly, eyes bright. Another flash. 

“What’s your plan for this next one, angel?” 

Y/n looked over at him. Thomas still had his arm wrapped around her, and their noses would touch if he moved his head just slightly. Wrinkles formed at the corner of his eyes as he grinned down at her. 

“Just go with it, okay?” 

“With wh--”

The screen finished its countdown, and Y/n gently grabbed his cheek and guided his lips to hers. A flash. 

Neither of them were concerned about the countdown after that. Thomas’s hands found their way to her lower back and he pulled her onto his lap. Y/n had one arm draped around his shoulder, the other hand was laced through his hair. It was a sweet, delicate moment between the two of the. The kind of scene that would fit nicely in a rom-com with Kiss Me by Sixpence None the Richer playing softly in the background. Neither of them knew how many countdowns and flashes had occurred by the time they finally parted from each other.

Breathlessly, Thomas asked, “is this what you do with all your best friends?”

Y/n threw back her head and laughed for real this time. “Only the ones that look like you. Now c’mon, let’s get out of here.”

She flung open the photo booth curtain and Thomas followed after. Y/n was making a beeline for the door when Thomas grabbed her arm and stopped her. She turned around to give him a confused look.

“Angel, I know you’re in a rush to get out of here, but do you think we could stay for one dance?” He asked with pleading eyes.

Y/n paused to consider. An old blues song was playing, and if Y/n was just a little more sober, she would have been able to recognize the tune. Still, she decided she liked it.

“Okay. One song. But I’m not going out onto that dance floor.”

“Of course not. Why dance on the dance floor when there’s a perfectly secluded spot on the other side of the coat closet?”

“Mr. Jefferson.” She bit her lip and drew out his name. “Now you’re speaking my language.”

He laughed and led her to their own personal dance floor. “Y’know what? I’ve changed my mind. You can call me whatever you want if you do it in that voice.”

“Oh yeah? That’s good. I have a large amount of choice names for you,” Y/n quipped, allowing Thomas to slip an arm around her waist, his other hand laced through her fingers. 

“I’m sure you do, angel,” he hummed. “I’m sure you do.”

They swayed to the quiet music. Y/n couldn’t help but admire everything about Thomas, and if she wasn’t drunk she would have had a lot more restraint, or at least, a lot more shame.

“Anyone ever tell you you have beautiful eyes?”

“They’re just brown, Y/n.”

“That doesn’t mean they’re not beautiful. You probably look great with glasses on.”

“Oh, I do.”

Y/n smiled softly, closed her eyes, and rested her head on his chest. There was a peaceful contentedness about dancing (if you could even call it dancing) alone together behind the coat closet. There were words that went unspoken in the intervals between seconds. They didn’t need to be spoken. 

“Angel?”

“Hmm?”

“The song’s over,” Thomas said softly.

“Already?”

“Already,” he repeated. “Ready to get out of here?”

“More than ready,” she sighed. 

They parted from each other enough to walk, but for all purposes, they were still very much intwined. Thomas had almost got her out the door when Y/n stopped in her tracks. Thomas was forced to stop, and he turned around to see that Y/n had stopped to grab another glass of some alcoholic drink from a waiter.

“You’ve got to be kidding me. You’ve had enough to drink, Y/n.” Thomas was exasperated.

She held up a finger and drained the rest of her drink. “You can never have too much to drink.”

“Yes, you can,” Thomas insisted. “It’s called alcohol poisoning.”

“Just let me have my fun!”

He cocked his head to the side and considered her for a moment. “Have you had anything to eat this evening?”

“I’ll eat tomorrow.”

“Good lord, Y/n. If you die, Mr. Washington is going to blame me. You need to be taking better care of yourself. Come on, let’s find you something to eat.”

They finally made it out onto the street, and after a good fifteen minutes of searching for a place to eat, Thomas settled on a soft pretzel stand, seeing that nothing else was open at the time. Thomas paid for the pretzels, handed one to Y/n, and concluded that the pretzel was most definitely not soft. It was dry and tasted like cardboard, but he bit back any complaints. 

Thomas and Y/n walked aimlessly through the streets of New York while they ate their pretzels. Neither felt the need to fill the silence, they were both satisfied with the other’s company. 

“So what are our plans for the rest of the night?” Y/n said with a yawn.

“The rest of the night? I have work in the morning.” He glanced over at her. “I should get you a cab, huh?”

“A cab? If you’re going to buy me a car, I’d prefer something like a Tesla.”

“What? No. I meant-- Look, angel. It’s late. I should get you home.”

“Home? No thanks, I’m good.”

“Would you please just cooperate with me?” He sighed, tilting his head back. The street sign caught his eye. Thomas took a minute to consider his options. “Y’know what? We’re only a few blocks away from my place.”

Y/n clicked her tongue and tilted her head to the side. “Thomas Jefferson, are you asking me to come home with you?”

“Yes. Wait. Not like that.” He shook his head. “C’mon. It’s not safe out here and you’re too drunk to get home by yourself.”

“Whatever you say.”

Thomas rolled his eyes and began to lead her back to his apartment building. The walk was slow, Y/n wasn’t exactly in the kind of state to run a marathon. She stumbled along the sidewalk, only staying upright because Thomas had an arm around her to catch her every time she tripped. On the elevator ride up, Y/n rested her head on his shoulder and he thought she would fall asleep right then and there. 

Finally they made it into his apartment. Y/n was too drunk to admire the sleek and elegant kitchen they walked into, but she would definitely notice it the next morning. When Thomas closed the door behind him, Y/n reached behind her and unzipped her dress, letting the dark fabric fall to the floor. 

“Welcome to m-- what do you think you’re doing?” His mouth hung open, and he did his best not to let his eyes drop below her eyes. 

“Getting more comfortable.” She shrugged, taking a few steps forward and running her hands over his tie. “I think you’d be more comfortable, too, if you took off a few layers.”

He swallowed roughly. “I don’t think that’s a good idea.”

“Thomas, I want you. Don’t you want me, too?” She had a hurt expression on her face, and Thomas had to force himself to look away from her wide eyes.

“Angel, I want you more than you know, believe me. But you don’t really want this,” he told her.

Y/n frowned. “Yes, I do. That’s why I’m asking you.”

“You’re not in the right headspace to be making these decisions. As much as I want you, I can’t. It wouldn’t be right.” He was convincing himself just as much as he was convincing Y/n. Why did she have to be so tempting?

As if to remind him just how drunk she was, Y/n’s legs gave out beneath her and Thomas was lucky to catch her before she hit the ground. 

“You’re a mess,” he mumbled, slipping one arm beneath her knees and the other supporting her back, Thomas picked her up.

“A mess for you.”

“I-- what? That... that doesn’t even make sense.” Thomas tried not to think too much in depth about that while he carried her to his room. 

He laid her down gently on the bed, and it seemed she almost immediately forgot about any intentions of having sex with him when she ran her hands over the softness of his bedsheets. Thomas sighed in relief, moved to open one of the drawers in his bedroom, and retrieved an old college t-shirt of his.

“Here, put this on.” He tossed the shirt to Y/n. Thankfully, she put it on without any further arguments. Thomas mentally noted how good she looked in his college t-shirt. Good luck getting that image out of your head tonight, Thomas. He shut his eyes firmly and took a step in the direction of his living room couch. Thomas hesitated at the door, giving her one more glance. “Goodnight, angel.”

“Wait, Thomas?”

“Yeah?”

“I think I’m falling in love with you.”

Thomas’s breath caught in his throat. He shook his head, she didn’t mean any of what she was saying. “Y/n, you’re drunk.”

“Yeah, I know,” her words were slurred. “But that doesn’t make it any less true.”

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Wolfstar: ‘Oh, please! They were all over you!’

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Remus and Sirius’ relationship was a secret. The only people that knew about them were James Potter and Peter Pettigrew, because they’d caught Sirius sneaking back into his bed after being in Remus’.

There were good things about it, the sneaking around, the subtle looks in classes that no one else knew about, the secret notes.

However, there were also bad things about it. The constant hiding and worrying about being found out, the not being able to hold hands or kiss in public, and the constant flirting.

This was a big one for Remus, as Sirius always gained female attention. There was always a new girl flirting with him, trying to get with him.

But, at the end of the day, Sirius was gay, and we was dating Remus. Except, no one knew that, and there might be that one girl he paid attention to for the popularity.

It started at breakfast. It was a Gryffindor girl from the year below. It was also the day before the full moon, so Remus was in his usual pre-moon grumpy faze.

They were discussing a prank on the Slytherins when she decided to walk over to them, and sat down next to Sirius.

All of the marauders were confused, as none of them knew who this girl was, and immediately stopped talking.

Remus was the only one that twigged straight away why she was there, so he decided to just keep his head down and not say anything. He was used to it by now.

Remus was trying to focus on something else, what homework he had to do that night, when he felt James kick him gently. He looked up, and James and Peter were both looking at him sympathetically.

“You good?” James asked him, under his breath.

“I’m fine.” Remus responded. He then stood up, and walked out of the hall, not looking back at them.

Sirius, assuming that it was something to do with the full moon, as he was rarely interested in the girls around him, didn’t bother to chase after him, even though he was still concerned.

Next, at lunchtime. Remus wasn’t too bothered about her, Cynthia, he’d learned her name was, coming back to bother him again, as usually it was a different girl each meal.

However, she returned. Remus had caught sight of her walking into the Great Hall with her Ravenclaw friend. She muttered a few words to her, before making a beeline for the empty seat next to Sirius.

“Oh shit, not again.” Remus muttered to himself, looking away from the girl.

“What?” James asked him, as he’d heard what he had just said under his breath. Remus just simply gestured over to Cynthia, who was walking over to them.

Sirius looked slightly uncomfortable as the girl sat down next to him. She smiled at him, and went back to flirting with him.

To keep up his front, Sirius pretended to enjoy it, and flirted back with her.

Remus tried to block it out, but he couldn’t, and ended up walking out of the Great Hall again, not finishing his dinner.

Sirius went after him this time, it was unusual for him to act out twice in one day.

Remus managed to get halfway to the library, before Sirius cornered him.

“What’s up with you?” Sirius asked him. Remus rolled his eyes at him.

“What’s up with me?! What’s up with me is that you don’t seem to care.” Remus stated, and began to walk away from him, but Sirius was too fast to get away from.

“C’mon Moony, of course I care.” Sirius responded confused.

“You seem to care more about her today.” Remus muttered, but Sirius caught it.

“So that’s what this is about?” Sirius realised. He sighed and looked at his boyfriend. “You should just ignore her, she’s not doing anything.”

“Oh, please! She was all over you!” Remus exclaimed, shoving Sirius away, annoyed. “So, it’s her today, and another tomorrow. What about me?”

“What about you?!” Sirius snapped, annoyed at his reaction now.

“I’m your boyfriend! And you seem to pay more attention to them then you do me.” Remus responded. “It’s them, or me. If you wanna keep up your image, then do. I don’t care.”

He did care. He cared so much. He loved him, and we scared to tell him that.

Sirius hesitated, and that’s all Remus needed.

“Don’t talk to me. And don’t bother coming to the Shack tomorrow night, I don’t want you there.” Remus told him, before he noticed James and Peter walking towards them, a small group of First Years behind them who were getting to their lessons early.

“Oh, look, people. I should leave, God forbid they see me anywhere near you.” Remus snapped at his boyfriend, well, ex-boyfriend now. He shoved him backwards, before he walked back to the dorm.

Remus sat away from the group at Dinner, sitting with Lily, Marlene and Mary instead.

Cynthia was back at it again. And Remus couldn’t care less this time.

“What’s up with that girl?” Mary spoke up, looking over at the other three marauders down the table. “She’s just edging her way into his life. Like he’d like a girl like her.”

Like he’d like a girl. Remus thought to himself, as his picked at his food.

“Remus, are you okay?” Lily asked him, noticing how had a slightly sad look on his face.

“I’m fine.” Remus muttered, swirling his food around his plate, not eating any of it. He’d actually barely touched it.

“You’re not.” Lily corrected. “You’re not eating, or sitting with your friends, and I saw you walk out of Breakfast and Lunch earlier.”

Remus shrugged, and took a sip of his water. In reality, he felt like breaking down. Crying in Lily’s arms, telling her how much he loved him, and that he didn’t love him back. How they’d shared all those moments, and now it was over, just because of this one girl.

“You’ve fallen out with one of them, haven’t you?” Lily guessed, and Remus nodded. Lily gave him a sympathetic look. “Well, you do know that you’re going to have to sleep in the same room as him, so you’re going to have to make up.”

“Then I guess I’m sleeping in the common room.” Remus responded. Lily sighed.

“We can help you make up with him, if you want?” Marlene suggested. “You’ve got to tell you why it happened first.”

Remus didn’t respond, just looked up and glared at the girl sitting next to the boy he loved. Sirius had her arm around her, obviously flirting. It wouldn’t last long, Remus knew that, but it still bothered him.

“It’s the girl isn’t it, you...” Marlene began, but was cut off by Lily.

“Oh, my God!” Lily exclaimed, but quietly. “Muffilato.”

No one would be able to hear the four now as they talked, for a few minutes.

“You like her!” Mary exclaimed, realising what she thought it was. Remus shook his head.

“You like him.” Lily corrected her friend, making Marlene and Mary both stare at Remus for a response. Remus shook his head again.

“I love him.” Remus replied, and Lily smiled widely at him.

“Well, in that case, we need to set you guys up!” Marlene insisted.

“We dated, since the beginning of this year.” Remus told them, and the girls’ eyes all widened. “Broke up during lunch.”

“What? Why?” Lily asked.

“Cares more about his reputation than me.” Remus announced, rather sadly.

“Did he dump you for her?” Mary asked him.

“Mary!” Lily warned the girl.

“Sorry, Remus.” Mary apologised.

“It doesn’t matter. He might as well have.” Remus told the three. He glanced over at the remaining marauders and the girl. James and Peter both looked extremely uncomfortable, and Sirius seemed to be really into the girl. “He doesn’t even like girls.”

“He’s gay?” Marlene questioned. “Even though it’s none of my business, are you?”

Remus shook his head.

“I guess that means I still have a chance.” Mary winked at him, tossing her Afro-style hair over her shoulder. This earned a laugh from the group.

Later that night, Remus sat in the common room, his Transfiguration book on his lap.

He could see Sirius sitting in the opposite corner of the room. He should be doing his homework too, but he was preoccupied with the girl sitting on his lap.

Remus tried to ignore them, he really did, but he just couldn’t. He looked down and got through one sentence before he looked up again.

He wished he hadn’t looked up again.

Cynthia, the girl on Sirius’ lap, kissed him. Remus couldn’t bare to watch. He stood up and walked briskly out of the common room and towards the dorms.

Sirius shoved the girl off of him. All he could think about was Remus. His Moony. And why he had done what he did. Then he decided, he didn’t care. He didn’t care about the strange looks in the hallway for dating a dude. He didn’t care about his reputation anymore. All he cared about, was Remus.

“What the hell?” The girl asked him.

“I can’t do this.” Sirius stated, and lifted the girl off of his lap and stood. He looked to the chair where Remus usually sat, and saw that he wasn’t there.

There was a noise. The sound of Remus dropping his Transfiguration book on the floor, and him cursing in response.

Sirius’ head turned in that direction, and saw him by the stairs to the boys dorms.

Sirius walked fast, almost ran to him. And when Remus looked up, he was faced with Sirius looking down on him.

Remus sighed, and stood to his usual height, which was well above Sirius.

“I don’t want to talk to you.” Remus told him.

“Good, because I don’t want to talk.” Sirius responded. And then he kissed him. Full on the mouth as everyone watched.

When they, eventually, pulled apart, Sirius muttered three simple words.

“I love you.” Remus stood, taken aback by his, now boyfriend’s, words.

“I love you too.” Remus smiled, and kissed him again.

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Give Up, Give In, Check The Grin You’re In Love

Word Count: 5254 Relationships: Endgame LAMP, with focuses on each pairing Description: One lazy Saturday morning, Virgil's tired and not thinking straight(not that he ever is) and does something on instinct that sets the gears in motion for what could possibly be happily ever after for our four boys. (Spoiler Alert: It's Lots Of Kisses and It Absolutely Is Happily Ever After) Loosely a Prequel to "Can't Deny It, Who You Are Is How You're Feeling" but can absolutely be read as a standalone. Started as a bunch of prompts from a prompt list. AO3 Thank you @rosesisupposes​ for betaing this fluffy monster and also being my hype person and keeping me somewhat sane. You’re the bestestestest.

Saturday mornings were Patton's favorite. Everyone was home, there was a strict order that nothing needed to happen before 11, and it was the one day Logan wouldn't put up a fuss about sugary donuts instead of a "balanced breakfast." Patton still woke up early, as a force of habit, but he could curl up on the couch with a blanket cocoon and a strawberry frosted donut and watch cartoons until the others made their way downstairs.

 Logan came down first, making a beeline for the coffee machine, and Patton hid a smirk behind his blanket when Logan attempted to be sneaky about his excitement while grabbing a jam filled donut. He settled into an armchair in the corner with his laptop, and the two stayed in companionable silence.

 Roman stumbled out of his room next, not even remotely put together yet without his usual latte, and he was still staring blearily at the espresso machine dripping into his mug when Virgil came out and went straight for the couch and laid down with his head on Patton's lap and fell back asleep.

 The peace wasn't designed to last, though, as much as Patton wanted to stay combing his fingers through his friend's hair forever. Once Roman had had his coffee and retreated to his room to get ready for the day, he returned to the living room, sitting crosslegged under the coffee table and setting up his knitting. His laughter at the show was soon echoing through the room and it made Virgil start to stir, groaning and stretching as he sat up. 

 Patton cheerfully handed him the other strawberry frosted donut he'd saved just for this moment, "Morning Virge! Welcome to the land of the living!"

 "Mm thanks, mornin' Pat," Virge said as he took the donut, then leaned in and pressed a kiss to Patton's lips, and Patton could practically feel the way everything around him seemed to freeze.

Roman had halted mid-stitch and Logan was trying to look like he hadn't seen anything but was definitely flickering his eyes between them and his laptop. Patton just smiled and patted Virgil's cheek, then went back to watching his show, not wanting to make a big deal of it, but he could tell the other two were extremely tense. Virgil was still sleepy, and Patton didn't want to freak him out before he was really awake.

 Everyone could tell the second it hit Virgil. It was about an hour later, donuts long gone, Logan having moved on to his sudoku book, Roman halfway through what looked like a magnificent shawl, and the show changed into whatever Disney movie was on at the time when Virgil suddenly sat straight up from where he'd been leaning on Patton's shoulder, "Did I...?"

 Patton giggled a bit and nodded, the other two looking in other directions in a way that was anything but subtle, "Yeah, honey. You did." Virgil went bright red, then grabbed a throw pillow to bury his face in and screech. He then carefully lowered it, peeking over the top at Patton, "Well, um, you didn't run away screaming, huh?"

 "I did not," Patton said, grinning, then reached up to tug at the pillow, "And if you put that silly thing down we can definitely talk about why I didn't run away screaming, hmm?"

 "I'm going to my room," Logan announced stiffly, then practically sprinted away, leaving his laptop behind. Roman nodded, eyes shining in a way Patton did not like at all and gathered his yarn up, following quickly, and well, Patton would have to worry about that later he supposed. Virgil lowered the pillow slowly, looking like he would rather be anywhere else, "So. That happened." 

 "It did. And I don't know about you, but I liked it," Patton told him, taking his hand, "I like you." 

 "Me too," Virgil told him, and it seemed like the floodgates had opened, "It just felt... right. Was comfortable. I wanted to for a long time before this, wanted-" He trailed off, going white as a sheet. 

 Patton watched him carefully, then recognized something in his look and squeezed his hand, "Wanted what honey?" 

 "Wanted to kiss all of you," he admitted quietly, and Patton smiled again.

 "Well this is not how I planned to go about this," Patton started, and Virgil winced, which made Patton quickly squeeze his hand again, "Nono honey, you didn't do anything wrong. I want you to know - you are absolutely enough for me, ok? And I like you, not as a part of a whole but as a whole person yourself. But I think we have some common interests here. And maybe, just maybe, we can make those mutual hopes something real."

 Virgil blinked at him, stunned, for a few long moments, then broke out in a smile so bright Patton felt like he needed sunglasses, "You get it. Oh my god, you understand, I was so worried I fucked it all up. That-that you would think I was being greedy." 

 "Not at all. We've all been through so much together, and all love each other so much. And that won't change, alright, even if just you and I, or three of us, or all four of us work out. But I think we need to check up on our other roommates, hmm, before we start jumping too far?" Patton asked, and Virgil nodded and leaned in to kiss him again, this time fully cognizant of what he was doing.

 Patton cupped his cheek and pulled him in closer, lips parting a bit on a gasp, and Virgil brought his hands up to cling to Patton's shoulders, and, well, it it was a few more minutes before either of them could pull away from each other, and only then it was with a mission in mind - They had to make sure their roommates knew they loved them no matter what. And that they didn't need to run away.

 ⁂(Gang, Let’s Split Up)⁂

 Patton and Virgil eventually calmed themselves down enough to sit next to each other and discuss what the next steps actually were. They mutually agreed they should probably split up, and also that Virgil had the best chance of getting through to Logan and Patton a good shot at Roman. They parted with one more kiss, unable to help themselves, and a whispered I like you a lot before heading off in their separate directions, Patton with a cup of hot chocolate and Virgil with Logan's laptop. Patton knocked in a specific sequence he and Roman had come up with long ago. Four short knocks, then a pause and another two, morse code for "Hi." Roman opened the door slightly, not letting Patton in like he normally would, and Patton felt a piece of his heart chip right off, "Hey Pat, I'm fine." 

 "Ro, you have to know that starting a conversation with 'I'm fine' means you're really, really not," Patton chided, wedging his foot in the door, "Please let me in? I have sugar and hugs!"

 Roman sighed heavily but opened the door. Good, he wasn't going to be too stubborn about it then. Patton held the mug up, keeping his smile plastered on, "It's the good hot chocolate, with whole milk and marshmallows." Roman took the cup with a wry smile and stood to the side to let Patton in the room, where he promptly sat down on the edge of the bed and bounced a bit to get comfortable,

 "I really am fine Pat. Happy for you. Knew you and angst-lord had a thing for each other forever. I just need to get used to it," Roman said, settling in next to Patton and taking a sip of the drink, probably in an attempt to hide the grimace that took over as he said it.

 "Sure we have," Patton chirped, and Roman's grimace intensified, "But you wanna tell me why you have to 'get used' to anything? Do we make you uncomfortable?"

 "No!" Roman burst out, then shut his mouth with a click and a sheepish frown, "Uh, I mean, no you don't have to worry about me being freaked out, or anything like that, it's my own issues I must get over." 

 "What issues are those?" Patton pressed, scooching a little closer, "Maybe I can help?"

 Roman sighed, swirling his mug and making the marshmallows spin around the top, "I don't think you can really help, not with this Pat. I'm not gonna rain on your happiness." 

 "Try me," Patton pushed again, and inched even closer, so their knees were touching, and Roman looked down at them with a creased brow.

 "I don't know!" Roman spat like a curse, then scowled down at his drink, "I just - I saw you and Virgil and you looked so happy and I knew I should be happy for you two but I just couldn't."

 "And why is that?" Patton asked gently, taking the mug from Roman and leaving it on the side table next to him. Roman just continued to frown, not meeting his eyes, so Patton put one warm hand on his cheek to turn his face towards him, "Is it because you wanted it too?"

 Roman blinked at him, stock still like he'd been frozen solid and eyes wide in alarm, and Patton gave him a gentle smile, "Cuz if so, the feeling is mutual." He leaned in, slow as water dripping down an icicle, but Roman didn't move, so he pressed his lips against his still prominent pout, just lightly, still giving him a chance to pull back if he wanted to.

 Roman stayed frozen for a bit, but he sunk into it shortly, frown fading as his lips molded to Patton's. Patton made a little noise, right in the back of his throat, and Roman jumped back like he'd been burned, hissing out, "What about Virgil?" 

 Patton tried to blink away the haziness from the kiss, "Ro, Virgil knows, that's what I meant by 'it's mutual'. We love each other, but we love you and Logan too." 

 "All of us?" Roman breathed, barely more than mouthing the words, then again, louder, "All of us? We can- That's - that can happen?"

 Patton giggled a bit, still a little dazed, and nodded excitedly, mirroring Roman's, "Yeah! All of us, together. I mean, if that's what you want? I'm sure Virgil will understand if you wanted it to be just me and you, and me and him..." 

 "No!" Roman cried out again, "No, I, uh, I definitely want both of you. And, uh, and Logan too. I just- I didn't know that was an option, oh my god, how did I miss this?"

 Patton scooched closer again now that he knew Roman was on board, "It's ok, honey, we all missed it I think. I didn't even think of it til Virgil accidentally mentioned being attracted to you two too." 

 Roman leaned in closer too, eyes alight, "He did? Really?" 

 "Mmhmm," Patton hummed, bringing his hand back up to Roman's cheek with a little bit of mischief in his eyes, "And I told him that I felt the same way." 

 "Did you now?" Roman crooned back, a bit of a tease in his voice as he fed off Patton's energy, "And I assume you rushed right up here to tell me? Didn't take your time or anything?" 

 "Weeeellll," Patton teased back, "I could lie and say that, but I'd much rather show you what we were doing. You know, while we wait for Virgil to finish talking to Logan." And with that he leaned back in, and this time Roman met him in the middle, and this time when Patton keened, Roman most certainly did not pull away.

 ⁂(Across the House)⁂

 Virgil headed up to Logan's room on the third floor, and he didn't have to knock because his door was wide open and he was scribbling furiously in a notebook. "Hey L, you, uh, forgot this? When you ran away?" Virgil greeted, never one to pull his punches, and put his laptop down on the desk before leaning against it, "What was that about, by the way?" 

 Logan huffed, but his ears turned red, "I simply wanted to provide you and Patton with some privacy in which to allow the flow of honest communication. I am told that is important in budding relationships."

 "Cool, cool, yeah we had a good talk," Virgil stated, watching Logan carefully, noting the way his fist tightened on his pen and his jaw clenched. "Talked about me, and him, and us, and you-" Logan's head shot up and Virgil arched one brow casually, "Something wrong?" 

 "Why would I come up in a conversation regarding your relationship with Patton?" Logan demanded, unable to keep the tremor out of his voice, and Virgil smirked a bit, then crossed his legs and drummed his fingers against the desktop. Jackpot.

 "You're smart. Guess," Virgil told him, aimlessly flipping through a book next to him, "Why would we talk about you, in the terms of our relationship, and then I would come up here, alone, to talk to you." 

 "Well I would assume Patton would go to talk to Roman-" Logan cut himself off, and Virgil could practically see the wheels turning, "Hmm. Interesting." 

 Virgil grinned at him, then nudged his ankle with his foot, "Catching up?" 

 "Yes quite. You're here to warn me against pursuing Patton," Logan said with a decisive nod and Virgil's face fell immediately. 

 "What? No, Logan, I'm here for the opposite reason," Virgil told him, dropping his confident persona, "Logan, I came up here because we both love you and Roman too."

 Logan shook his head briskly, “No. No that can not possibly be true.” Virgil felt the distinct urge to shake him, “Patton I understand, he is brightness and cookies in the oven and comfort even on the worst of days. Roman, I understand, he is poetry and music and watching a movie for the hundredth time but never feeling like it gets old. You, I understand, you are mysteries and late nights and the adrenaline rush of a spirited debate about things that do not truly matter. I have nothing to offer in terms of romance, and I am aware of -“ 

 Virgil couldn’t take it anymore. He straddled Logan’s chair, careful to make sure he did not put his full weight on his knees, and threaded his fingers into his hair, bringing his face close until his mouth was a hairs breadth away, “How can you say all that and not think you’re romantic Logan? God, Lo, you’re the most romantic person I know, including Princey. When I told you I couldn’t muster the attention span to read anymore, you made me a library of audiobooks that I quite possibly will never get through, and I loved every single one. Patton may be comfort, and Roman may be adventure, and I may be excitement, but you are the lighthouse in the bay which keeps us all on the right path.”

 Logan latched his fingers onto the sleep shirt Virgil was still wearing, because it was Saturday Morning still and that meant PJs until such time as a situation necessitated Real Clothes, and latched onto Virgil’s mouth with an almost desperate abandon, and Virgil’s hands tightened in Logan’s curls, and both their lips parted at the same time on a shared breath that mingled between them. Logan pressed up even further, nipped at Virgil’s lip, and Virgil couldn’t have stopped the strangled noise that crawled out of his throat if he wanted to. “Well, Patton, I think it’s pretty safe to assume we don’t need to help Virgil with convincing Mr. Perry,” an amused voice came from behind them, and Logan and Virgil reluctantly separated, trying to catch their breaths while still tangled together. 

 Patton’s voice was equally amused, “I think you may be right Ro. How bout we all head back downstairs to talk?”

 ⁂ (Switcheroo) ⁂

 Virgil smiled at Logan, then turned to Patton and winked, "I'll take Princey downstairs first. You talk to our resident genius, k? He's feelin' like he's less romantic than the rest of us, and I have a feeling you've got something to say about that." 

 Patton grinned back, and pressed a kiss to Virgil's cheek as he passed, teasing lightly, "Be nice to Roman," before he went over to sit on the edge of Logan's bed just the same way he had with Roman, "Wanna talk about it?"

 "No need, Virgil rather, erm, thoroughly, let me know that there was a place for me should I want it," Logan stated, and shoved his glasses up his nose, a nervous habit Patton had picked up on over their 3 years living together. 

 "K, but do you?" Patton asked genuinely, and Logan tilted his head curiously. 

 "Do I what?" 

 "Do you want it?" Patton clarified and Logan came up short, blinking at him with nothing short of incredulity.

 Logan took a deep breath like he was about to start a spiel, then closed his mouth like he had the wind pulled out of his sails. He moved over to the bed and grasped Patton's hand like a lifeline, "If you think that I would rather be anywhere than with you all, then I have something to apologize for."

 Patton laughed a bit, though there was a nervous tinge to it, and crossed one of his legs over Logan's, "That so?" 

 "Very much so. I would need you to cite every occurrence which led you to believe this to be true so I could rectify it immediately," Logan told him, in an attempt to add some levity to the weight of the atmosphere between them.

 Patton hooked their ankles together and leaned in, brushing their noses together lightly, his voice clearly holding his laughter back, "And how would you do that, Mr. Perry." 

 Logan rubbed his nose against Patton's in return, then pressed a kiss to where his nose just was, "Well, Mr. Hart, I would start by improving upon my life's mission to put a smile on your face every single day."

 "That'd be pretty easy, Lolo," Patton teased, brushing a hand up Logan's arm and making him shiver, "Since you can make my day better just be being there." He punctuated his declaration with a brush of his lips over one cheek, "Just by being you," the other cheek now, "And you can make it even better if you agree to be our boyfriend." He finally pressed a kiss to Logan's lips, just a peck really, and Logan flushed brighter than he ever thought was possible.

 "You don't have to convince me," Logan breathed, and his grip tightened on the sheets beneath him. 

 Patton chuckled again, curling one finger through Logan's hair as cooed, "You sure? Cuz I can definitely do more convincing," and pressed another soft kiss to Logan's lips. 

 Logan swallowed thickly, "You are a minx, Patton Hart. We told the others we would be downstairs."

 Patton straightened up and grabbed onto Logan's hand, "You're right, you're right. Can't go getting distracted just cuz you're so darn cute I can't take it." 

 "Patton," Logan whined, but he still followed the tug on his arm to the door, "You can't just say things like that, especially when you are infinitely more adorable than I am." 

 "You sure you don't mean.. " Patton grinned like the cat that got the canary. 

 Logan's eyes narrowed in warning, "Don't you dare Patton."

 "Infinitesimally," Patton darted out the way as Logan made a grab for his vulnerable sides with a playful growl, laughing brightly, "Ok ok! I take it back! I'm sorry."

 "I'm sure you are," Logan sighed, then when Patton relaxed, pinched at his hip to make him yelp and giggle, letting out a bit of a laugh of his own because the sound just couldn't help but be mirrored, "That's what you get, you brat." 

 "Your brat," Patton singsonged, then took Logan's hand again, "C'mon we have two more boyfriends to find, yeah?"

 ⁂ (Spongebob Announcer Voice - Meanwhile) ⁂

 Virgil was still a bit unsteady on his feet as he and Roman headed for the stairs. Roman went down first, and when Virgil slipped a bit on a step with a little bit of a gasp he spun quickly and grabbed onto his waist to hold him upright before he could fall, and suddenly they were face to face. Now, normally, Roman was about an inch taller, but with the difference in steps, Virgil had two inches on him and Roman ended up having to look up through his lashes just to make eye contact, "Ok, Princey, that's just not fair."

 Roman gave him a salacious grin, then pulled an exaggerated simpering face with pouty lips and batting eyelashes, "What, that the nerd knocked you so off kilter that you can't even walk straight and needed a knight in shining armor to save you from your imminent doom?"

 Virgil flushed brightly, shoving at Roman's shoulder, "Ugh you're such an ass, it's like two steps from the bottom, even I know the worst risk was a bruised tailbone. I can't believe I like you."

 "You don't just like me, according to Patton," Roman teased, and his hands moved so he was wrapping his arms around his waist rather than just holding on, "You really like me, maybe even love me."

 Virgil switched tactics quickly, a cocky grin spreading across his face as he draped his own arms over Roman's shoulders, "And what if I do, huh? What're you gonna do about it, being the self-described Prince of Romance and all?"

 Roman's eyes went wide and dark but Virgil only had a moment to be proud of himself for being able to catch all three of the men he adored off guard today before Roman was surging up to press their lips together with a hunger that spoke more about the duration of longing between them than words ever could.

 Virgil lost himself in it a moment before his mind immediately tried to compare it to the other kisses he'd had today. Patton kissed like he had all the time in the world and if he could spend it all kissing you he absolutely would. Logan kissed like he could find all the answers to the universe in your lips if he just kept trying. Roman - Roman was no less languid, but no less passionate, and the combination gave Virgil the feeling like he'd been asleep for years without realizing it, only to be woken up by the spark Roman lit up inside of him. He felt complete.

 They didn't separate, not really. No, Virgil leaned down to grab at Roman's thighs and hike them up around his waist, and Roman switched to holding onto Virgil's shoulders without missing a beat, like they'd been doing this dance for years rather than minutes. And Virgil really should have known he and Roman would just be easy - they were fire and ice, they balanced each other, and coming together felt as natural as rainfall. Virgil sat on the same spot on the couch where this all started, and Roman adjusted in his lap all without breaking from their kiss. There were only two things in the world which could make them resurface, and they didn't come downstairs for five more minutes, looking rumpled and flushed themselves.

 Roman finally unlatched from Virgil's shirt and grinned down at him, "That 'Romance' enough for you, Virgie?" and Virgil shoved him off his lap onto the couch as he cackled at the dumbstruck look on his face.

 Virgil turned playfully pleading eyes towards Logan and Patton, "You gotta save me. He's insufferable."

 "Roman are you being mean to Virgil?" Patton asked, a bit of Dad Voice leaking in, and Virgil's "Yes!" warred with Roman's laugh-strangled "No" in answer. 

 Virgil crossed his arms and sunk into the couch and grumbled, "He's teasing me, Pat."

 Surprisingly Logan was the one to detach from Patton and head over to the two on the couch with a thoughtful hum, "That so? What for?"

 "Because he was mocking me for being a Romantic and I showed him what that really meant and he got a little flustered," Roman told him easily, "It's not teasing if it's true."

 "I just so happened to give him one of the best kisses of his short life," he continued, and Virgil snorted.

 "Ok now you're just bragging, you ass," Virgil whined, though notably he did not say anything to the contrary, and Logan raised one brow before turning to Roman.

 "Interesting," he said plainly, then swiftly dropped to the seat next to Roman and pulled him in by the neck to press their lips together, and Roman's hands flailed at his sides wildly in surprise before he finally settled them at his sides.

 Logan pulled back after a few seconds and gave the same hum again as Roman blinked blearily at him, "I'd rank it around a 6 out of 10." 

 Roman gaped at him, making a sound of complete outrage, starting to bluster about how it "wasn't a fair trial" and "you caught me by surprise!" and Logan could only hold his serious face for about 30 seconds before the shit-eating grin revealed itself and both Patton and Virgil broke out laughing. Roman threw his arms up, "I take everything back! I don't want to date any of you, you're all rude."

 Logan gave a little laugh and Roman's bravado deflated as he couldn't help but smile back, but he still had a bit of a spark to him, a glint to his eye, "Not the best, hmm? Wanna take that to the bank?"

 "I hardly expect banks to take kisses as currency, Roman," Logan said, eyeing him suspiciously.

 Virgil chuckled, recognizing the look of Princey in Challenge Mode from earlier, "Not what he means, Lo." 

 "What-"

Roman swooped back in, this time bracing himself with one arm wrapped over the back of the couch and one cupping Logan's cheek so softly Logan could barely feel it unless he were to lean into the touch himself. Roman kissed him softly, sensually, parting with a small pass of his teeth over Logan's bottom lip and a barely there brush of lips that left Logan wanting more. They both turned when they heard a small noise, and saw Virgil wrapped up in Patton's arms with Patton's reddened face pressed into his neck and his own lips parted on what must have been the whimper they'd heard. Patton picked his head up in the silence and his bright smile was enough to cut through the tension, "So I think it's safe to say we're all pretty compatible, hmm?" and the other three broke into light laughter that echoed through the rest of the house.

 ⁂ (An indeterminate amount of time later aka epilogue) ⁂

 Patton just needed to fix this one last hem, and he would be done, he promised himself, but honestly, with the hem done, the weights needed to be sewn on, and with the weights sewn on, the skirt needed to be spin tested and…

 "Pat? Honey? It's Saturday afternoon and you've been in here all day," Roman chided, then leaned back against the desk in the room they'd set aside as Patton's home studio.

 Patton looked up at Roman and squinted, "That can't possibly be right."

 "Yeah, Pattycakes, it's Saturday," Virgil told him gently as he entered, wrapping his arms around Patton's waist.

 Logan chimed in as he finally entered last, and Patton was feeling a little like he was being ganged up on, "I am positive you you'll get it done. Saturday is our day though. We only get you for one a week."

 "I just need to-" Patton started, only to be interrupted by a kiss to his cheek by Roman. He blinked, then tried again, "Need to-" Nope, this time Virgil, just behind his ear. "To-" Logan, coming in with a peck to the lips, then another, and this one deeper, and- "Guys, I'm feeling a bit ambushed here. I need to get this done."

 "No you don't, you need to have it done by Tuesday. You have plenty of time. You're giving Logan a run for his money on the perfectionism front," Virgil explained, running a gentle hand up and down Patton's side.

 Patton shivered, leaning into him almost on habit, already knowing he'd lost, but putting up a bit of a fight was half the fun, "Come on fellas..."

 "Nope, you're taking a break," Roman insisted, taking the skirt from Patton's hands gently, "We positively insist."

 Logan made significant eye contact with Virgil over Patton's head and in a moment Patton was passed from Virgil's arms to be wrapped up into Logan's, where he got another soft but alluring kiss, "We will not hesitate to convince you we are the better option than fabric and pin pricks, my dear."

 Patton giggled a bit, patting Logan's chest since his shoulder was a bit of a stretch, "That so? What'll y'all do?"

 Logan lifted Patton easily, and Patton wrapped his arms around Logan's neck, "First of all, we would exploit the fact that you enjoy being carried." 

 Patton laughed again, a little bit brighter, "That so? What next?"

 "We'd bring you down the hall," Virgil told him as he guided the pair through the doorway, "And show you the UPDF."

 "UPDF?" Patton asked curiously, then was unceremoniously dumped into a stack of pillows that nearly swallowed him whole.

 "Ultimate Patton Distraction Fortress, constructed to improve upon a thus-far-ineffective-at-distraction Living Room," Roman declared, then fell back into the pillows next to him with a distinctive thump.

 Patton rolled over at Roman's gentle prodding to curl into his chest, looking up at him through his lashes, "And what does this UPDF contain that makes it more effective?"

 "Oh simple really, Part 1) Logan has lifted his sugar-for-dinner ban as we informed him it is not technically dinner if it's Linner because someone forgot to eat lunch," Roman informed him, gesturing to the coffee table where a stack of chocolate chip waffles lay waiting.

 "Part 2, you've already so cleverly discovered, is the optimal cuddling arrangement of pillows and blankets," Logan continued as he wedged himself in along Roman's side and began brushing his fingers through Patton's hair, which he immediately and predictably melted into.

 "Part 3," Virgil added with a thump of his own, curling into Roman's other side and leaning in close to peck Patton's nose, "And what we think may be the key, is all the kisses you can possibly take."

 Patton swallowed thickly, and his eyes darkened even as they shone more brightly. "Y'all think you're up for as many kisses as I can take? Cuz that is... a lot of kisses...." he whispered as he leaned into Virgil, one hand holding on tight to Roman's shirt and the other grasping behind him for Logan's hand. "We could be here a long time," he grinned, lips brushing Virgil's as he spoke, "Possibly all night."

 "Oh what a tragedy," Logan attempted to deadpan, but his voice had that breathy quality to it, and that made Roman's voice hitch as he went, "Yep, sure, totally cool with that." And, well....

 The waffles needed to be warmed up, and by the time they got to the list of movies Roman had queued up they were all asleep before the end credits rolled.

[brandywine-tomatoes]

Hope was a Dangerous Game

Masterlist

Another oc fic

Characters: male!oc/Crosshair, the Batch

Prompt/Inspo: @keo-the-raptor was angsting with her oc and that gave me ideas

TW: depression, depressing thoughts, angst to loads of fluff, strong language

Word count: 1839

QUICK NOTE: Sinleo is my immortal cape maker/tailor.

Cross and him met on a peace treaty voyage with all the Naboo and Pantoran delegations since Sinleo is a long-time friend of the Naboo throne and besties with Riyo Chuchi. The Batch was stationed as part of the security detail.

They saw each other on and off over the years until Sinleo was encouraged to stay on the Havoc with Cross and the Batch (obvi without the Republic's knowledge).

--

Sinleo trudged through the busy streets of Coruscant, pushing and shoving his way through the gloomy crowd as everyone tried to get out of the pouring rain. He didn’t mind the intense downpour, it felt like a layer of grief was sliding down his shoulders, creating a thick sludge of sorrow being tugged along by his cheap boots.

He never wore his custom or expensive stuff anymore, not after the Empire took his trooper. He felt he lost a piece of himself, and without that piece, nothing else could fit. He had to pack away everything about himself into a mouldy storage locker. Crosshair had made his way into every part of him. He couldn’t think or look at those pieces without diving deeper into despair and isolation.

Force, he missed him. It hurt to even think sometimes. Everything everywhere reminded him that he wasn’t really in the galaxy, just a look-alike that tried to kill everyone close. Just a shell of something that used to love Sinleo. A shell of something that gave Sinleo something he never thought he’d get: Purpose. Hope. A future.

Hope was a dangerous game.

Sinleo dragged himself into the elevator, clicking the highest level and waited for the doors to slide open.

He tossed the drenched black windbreaker on the single wooden chair beside the door and made a beeline towards the mattress in the middle of the supposed living room. The ceiling fan was on full blast against the high ceilings, a sharp and cool wind blowing the dark greasy hair from his forehead. Cross used to do that. He used to hold Sinleo like he was his whole fucking world and brush the hair from his face.

He had to stop. Crosshair was gone. He wasn’t getting him back. Ever.

He’d survived for hundreds of years, he could survive hundreds more. But living them?

His depressing train of thought was cut off as an irritating beeping echoed off the bare walls from the windbreaker. Groaning, he stood and shuffled to the chair, taking out the comm device and flipping on the speaker and microphone.

“What?” He growled.

“You’ll want to hear this.”

“Hunter, I already told you, stop calling me.”

“Trust me, you’ll want to hear this.”

Sinleo paused and took a deep breath, defeated. “What do you want, bandana?”

“Are you sitting? You need to sit for this,” Hunter’s voice was growing more irritating by the second. Sinleo didn’t know if it was from pure annoyance of his past knocking on his comm device or how Hunter’s voice was filling with joy. Who the fuck could be joyful during this fucking time?

Sinleo pulled the wooden chair forward and sat. “I’m sitting.”

“Miss me, Sin?”

His heart jumped for a fraction of a second.

“Hunter,” he stood up in a rage. “I can’t fucking believe you. This is sadistic level shit. You really think I’m not in enough fucking pain without him? You think-”

“Alright alright, enough,” Hunter tuned back in. “Pack a bag for the next shuttle, I know you have senator-level security passes. Get to Alderaan’s National Spaceport, strip 3, by tonight. Private comm channels are unreliable for this kind of conversation.”

“Who the hell do take me for? A fucking fool? I’m not going anywhere.”

“Sinleo. Please. For Cross. If you won’t believe it over comms, come see him yourself.”

Sinleo scoffed and practically snapped the comm device in half turning it off. The building in his eyes throughout the conversation spilt over. He let out a sob and crumbled to the ground. He shoved the palms of his hands into his eyes to try and stop the streaming of tears, only seeing a burst of crumbling light and a searing pain start to blossom.

He sat with his knees to the ground and let out sob after sob, grief-stricken memories of Crosshair giving one of his rare smiles or holding Sinleo’s face when everyone else was asleep making him sob even more. His muscles ached, his head pounded, he felt drained and empty and nowhere near better than before that conversation.

His heart leaped out of his chest when he heard his voice. It’d been almost a year since the love of his life used the nickname he gave him. His little sin.

He almost asked if it was really him, almost let himself believe he was alive and cut out of the puppet strings.

For just a second, he imagined seeing him again as Crosshair and not some Imperial mutt. His Crosshair. Hugging his Crosshair for hours so he wouldn’t slip away so easily again. Taking him to raid the upper-class district and leaving it in a flaming heap again like the first time they visited.

But then the ceiling fan pushed his hair from his forehead. The rainwater from the windbreaker was seeping through his clothes. His exhaustion from the last 10 months whittled its way back in.

He was gone.

But maybe he should pay his respects to his brothers. They were family after all. Maybe seeing them again, seeing the ship where him and Cross had their first kiss would offer a little closure. Offer a little piece of him back that Crosshair took. If he could get a piece of who he was, he might finally start working towards making someone new, someone whole again.

He made a few calls to senators and off-world shuttle security before he packed the few simple clothes he had and other necessities into a light duffle bag. The couple hours he had before the Coruscant guard came to escort him he curled up on the bare mattress and stared out the floor to ceiling windows numbly. He wouldn’t be able to sleep for a while, not after a breakdown like that, after what it uncovered.

Boy, would he pummel Hunter when he got there.

--

Sinleo fiddled nervously with the handle of the duffle bag on his lap as the shuttle gracefully touched down on the strip. The other passengers started undoing their safety harnesses as Sinleo sat there, paralyzed. He hadn’t thought of what he was doing. He only acted; he didn’t think of what would happen. What was waiting for him on strip 3? On that darkened and unused strip he passed seconds ago? Did his brothers fall to the Empire too? Was this all a trap for the Empire to finally nail him in jail for the shit he pulled in the past?

“Sir, we’ve landed,” a red-dressed bellhop gestured to the exit.

Sinleo fumbled with the safety harness and scurried towards the exit with the duffle in hand, accidentally ignoring the bellhop and descended the stairs. The passengers all left separate ways seemingly all over the tarmac towards groups of people or vehicles already waiting.

He walked in the direction of strip 3, pulling the same black windbreaker closer to him as a wind chill swept through the spaceport, ruffling his hair and lightly pushed him to the side. The tinted windows of the grand and beautifully historic spaceport building glistened softly against the pure black sky with Coruscant and Corellia on the other side of his view. The air was cleaner on Alderaan, it refreshed your lungs and brought a clear mind instead of the fogging effect the planet-wide city had.

As he neared the darkened strip 3, he spotted a group of moving figures, most likely the Bad Batch, and grimaced. This was a mistake; this was all a mistake. He should just turn back, save himself the embarrassing tears of seeing the crew again. He stopped dead in his tracks and seriously debating just getting a hotel and going back in the morning.

But one of the figures started walking towards him and he knew there was no going back. He couldn’t run away from them when they were right there.

He started his slow pace again, his heart beating quicker. That wasn’t one of the surviving Batch members. This was someone new. Or someone old.

“Sin!”

He stopped again, a heavy pressure resting on his chest. Oh my fucking god.

He dropped the duffle and started sprinting. “CROSS!”

His Cross kept the same pace as Sinleo closed the gap, already sobbing before they embraced. Crosshair spun Sinleo in a circle, a sputtering of a sob and a laugh escaping his choked-up throat. This wasn’t happening.

Sinleo buried his face in the crook of Cross’s neck, his arms impossibly tight around his waist as sobs racked his body.

It shredded the sniper’s heart that his absence had crumbled his love. But he was finally there with him. It wasn’t some dream in the back of his mind. It wasn’t some daydream that CT-9904 didn’t know how to explain. He was fucking there. This was all real. This was all he ever wanted.

A few tears leaked into Sinleo’s matted hair as Crosshair returned the death grip, whispering that he was there, and he wasn’t leaving. They wouldn’t let each other go again, not ever again. This was it. They were it. They were done with being alone, they were going to stay together for as long as they had. Sinleo muttered a few words before Cross lifted his head gently from his shoulder.

“Didn’t catch that, Sin.”

That sent another sob escaping Sinleo’s lips. They returned to their bone-crushing embrace for a few more moments before Sinleo lifted his head to try again at forming words.

Words failed him for a second as he finally got a look at the love of his entire life. “Don’t- don’t leave me again,” his voice came out desperate and hoarse.

Cross ran his thumbs over his cheeks. “Wouldn’t dream of it.”

Sinleo closed the space, desperate to make up for their lost 10 months. Sinleo’s soft lips against his finally convinced him that it was over. No chip, no orders to follow, no one to report to. There was only him and his Sin, his first and last of everything in the middle of an airstrip, trying to convey how much they needed each other through a sloppy and suffocating kiss. Cross cupped his face and kissed back with everything he had, everything he could give.

They separated and gasped for air softly, foreheads leaning against one another as neither of them wanted to open their eyes. They stayed, Crosshair holding Sinleo and Sinleo’s arms around his waist, keeping them together.

The sniper was the first to flutter open his eyes, feeling heart palpations at the sight of a tired but peaceful Sin.

He smirked. “This is getting sappy.”

Sinleo snapped his eyes open and tried to glare at him. “We can be sappy.”

“Hell naw, we aren’t sappy,” he pulled away, sliding an arm around his shoulders.

Sinleo pecked his lips. “We are now.”

“Missed you.”

“Missed you too.”

“Oh no, we’re sappy now.”

Sinleo kept his arm around Cross’s waist, finally ready to approach the group far away at the edge of the tarmac. “I can live with that.”

--

A/N: I stayed up unit 5 in the morning writing this. It was an emotional ROLLERCOASTER, but I got it done in one day and I'm pretty happy with it!

please go easy on the critisism, this was the first time i wrote 2 characters sharing a kiss

If you want more of/about Sinleo or any other oc, just let me know! I love sharing my bbs!

[snowbarryiscoming]

The First Time- Yoongi

just a warning, I didn’t know how to start this

thinking of BTS not being a group anymore saddens me but I feel like by the time they’re not together, they would’ve achieved so much and they’d be proud of who they were, what they did, and the obstacles they faced to get to where they were

buttttt 

we’re not there so it’s not time for that

Anywho, as always, the Korean seen in this part and all my BTS related fanfic comes from Google and I do apologize if the translation isn’t accurate.

Thank youuuu

“Hey, how’d it go?”

You were sitting on your couch waiting for Yoongi to get home from the meeting with everyone.

This was it. 

BTS was no longer a Kpop group, and it sadden you. Yes, you had a relationship with Yoongi, and you knew and loved all the boys, but the fan inside of you was sobbing like a baby. 

Yoongi shrugged and you got up to go over to him. Looking into his eyes, you could tell he had been crying.

“Na-ege malhae.” (talk to me)

He sighed and led you over to the couch, where you sat on his lap. 

“Jigeum gibun-i eottae?” (what are you feeling right now?)

“Igeos-eun na-ege il-eonan choegoui il-ieossseubnida, mullon dangsin oee. Geuligo ije kkeutnass-eo. Jigeum mueos-eulhaeyahabnikka?”  (this was the best thing that happened to me, besides you of course. And now it’s just over. What do I do now?)

You placed your hand on Yoongi’s cheek and caressed it as you thought.

“Ulineun gajog-i doel su issseubnida, deudieo sinhon yeohaeng-eul tteona.” (we could be a family, finally go on that honeymoon.)

 He glanced down at your body and pressed a finger at your womb, a soft, gummy smile forming on his face. 

“Naneun geu agileul salanghanda, jagi. Neowa iss-eumyeon sang-gwan eobs-eo.” (i love that, baby. i don’t care as long as it’s with you.)

You smiled at him and pressed a kiss to his lips. 

“I love you.”

“I love you too.”

He pulled you in for another kiss and held you tight against him. With each second, the kiss became a make-out and he had guided you to straddle his lap. You rolled your hips, which made him moan. He rested his head on the back of the couch as your lips attached to his neck. You placed kisses and nips everywhere you could before pausing to glance at your husband’s face.

“Geu agileul sijaghaeya hal geos gat-a.” (i think we should get started on that baby)

He tilted his head at you. “Hwagsilhabnikka? Igeos-eun cheoeum-ibnida.” (are you sure? this would be your first time)

“Ulineun sunyeon dong-an hamkkehaessseubnida. Ulineun machimnae gyeolhonhaessseubnida geuligo nan dangsin-eul salanghabnida.” (we have been together for many years. we’re finally married and i love you)

His fingers went to cup your cheek and his eyes gazed into yours, making sure this was what you wanted.

He pressed a kiss to your lips again and stood up while carrying you.

“Okay.”

You pressed your lips to his as he went up the stairs to your bedroom and placed you gently on the bed. You glanced up at him as he took of his shirt and you immediately sat up to kiss his chest. His fingers tangled themselves in your hair as he let out a breath. 

He pulled you away gently from your hair after giving him more love bites. His fingers let go of your hair and went down to the hem of your shirt and took it off for you, and smirked. 

“No beula? Nappeun yeoja.” (no bra? naughty girl)

You let out a sigh of pleasure as his fingers brushed against your breasts and then massaged them as he pressed kisses to your neck. 

“Yoongi.”

You pulled him closer by his waist as you felt yourself getting more soaked by the second. He stopped and helped you up so he could pulled your sweatpants off with your panties. He maintained eye contact with you as he got onto his knees and his mouth reached out to your lower lips. 

You moaned and put your hands in his hair to push him closer. His lips began to suck on your clit as you felt a finger come into play. 

“Oh, Yoongi.”

He pulled his lips away for a second and began to use his tongue while he entered another finger. 

“Fuck, fuck, fuck.”

Your fingers tightened its grip in his hair as you felt yourself coming closer and closer to the edge. 

“I’m close, baby.”

You release your grip and gently pulled his head away from you and his eyes found yours as his fingers remained idle inside. 

“Make love to me, Yoongi.”

He gave you a soft, gummy smile as he pulled his fingers away, glancing at how covered there were with you. 

[that one gif of yoongi where he’s like wiping his neck or something and his fingers are wet. that’s the gif i want you to imagine]

He was about to lick his fingers, but you kneeled down and beat him to it. He licked his lips as his eyes were focused on your mouth. You pulled his fingers out, and motioned for him to get up as you stayed on your knees. 

Unbuttoning his jeans, you kept eye contact with him, but could feel the bulge in his pants. You pulled them down, but kept the boxers on. You placed kisses on the bulge, pulling a moan from him. His fingers gripped your hair as you teased him through his boxers. 

“Baby.”

You pulled down his boxers and his length was right there in front you, so you just couldn’t help but take it in your mouth. 

“Shit.”

You took all of it in until it reached the back of your mouth, and Yoongi swore he could cum just from you taking it. 

You began to bob your head as his hands let go of your hair and began to pet it.

“Good girl. Such a good girl for me. Fuck. Just like that. My good girl.”

His words made you soak your panties, as you knew you were his good girl. Anything he said, you did. Anything he wanted, you gave. Sure, there were some times where you tried but couldn’t, but Yoongi was really understanding and sweet.

That’s why you loved him. And he loved you because you make him happy and even if you can’t him certain things, it’s the fact that you at least made the attempt that he’s grateful for. 

But he knew he wanted to marry you 7 years later. He told you in his vows that he waited 7 years to ask you because he wanted to find out everything and anything he could about you. He wanted to take his time with you, since he knew from the first two years that you were the one for him. 

“Come here, baby.”

You released him from your mouth and he helped you onto your knees gently, pressing his lips to your as his hand found your breast. 

“Lay down for me, pretty girl.”

You did as he said and he followed, widening your legs around him as he settled in between. 

“Aniolago malhal majimag gihoe.” (last chance to say no)

“Gyesogga.” (keep going) 

Yoongi lined himself with your entrance and you nodded to him when he glanced at you, giving you one more chance. He slowly filled you up, both of you softly moaning at the feeling. 

Yoongi wanted to go faster, but he’d save that for another time. Right now, in this moment, he wanted to take his time, make this as gentle and passionate and full of love as he could. 

After all, you’ve got the rest of your lives together to have more moments like this one. 

When you both reached your climaxes, he helped you get cleaned up before laying down next to you and pulling you close to cuddle. 

“Palie gago sipni?” (do you want to go to Paris?) 

You glanced at him, sofly smiling, “Neowa hamkkelamyeon eodideun galgeoya.” (i would go anywhere as long as you are with me)

A few weeks later you did end up going on your honeymoon to Paris, nights and mornings filled with love making and wonderful, tender moments. 

A month after BTS’ disbandment, you and Yoongi met up with the rest of the boys to go to lunch. Once you all got to the restaurant, you inhaled the scent of food, and instantly felt nauseous. You ran to the bathroom and kneeled over the toilet, regurgitating everything you had eaten that morning. 

When you returned, you assured you were fine, that it was just a bug of some sort, but deep down you had a suspicion as to what it was. 

After lunch, the boys wanted to go to the mall, and you told Yoongi that you wanted to go to the store to get something for your bug, and that you’d take one of the boys to be safe. He was a little suspicious but let you go anyway. You took Jin, as he was the oldest of the bunch and you knew he wouldn’t let anything happen to you. 

He questioned why you both were going to the store and you told him that he’d see why you were. Once you got there, you led him in and made a beeline to the pregnancy tests and grabbed one, noticing Jin’s shocked expression in your peripheral vision. You quickly paid for it and thankfully, that store had a bathroom. 

You and Jin met back with the boys and went over to Namjoon’s place, Jin not saying a word about what happened. All the boys were sitting on the couch in the living room and you decided that since you were all together and they were your family, it was the right time. 

You stood up and went over to stand in front of all of them. You bit your lip, and instead of say anything, you just took out your test, which was wrapped in paper towel and showed it to them. 

“Jeo imsin haess-eoyo.” (i’m pregnant)

Yoongi was the first to stand up and go over to you, taking the test to see for himself before kissing you. He embraced you tightly and then the rest of the boys came over to embrace the both of you. 

Even though BTS was over, these boys would still be BTS to you

Your BTS family

[ask-the-riders]

One in the Same (ending scene with Nightmare and Nyx)

I wanted to at least post the ending of this fic here, for anyone who might be interested in it but didn't wanna read the full thing (since it's a smutfic and all ^^")

Night's a very overprotective dad and has to make sure Nyx isn't running off to go do certain things (if you catch my drift) with a guy, so yeah, it might be just a smidge suggestive in terms of the subject they really briefly discuss, but if anything, it's more or less her saying "ew gross why would you even think that"

Also,, pretty much anytime they refer to Connie, they call her Chimera (since that was her name before she became a rider)

In his castle, Nightmare sat in his personal library, nestled on one of the end cushions on his sofa. With a book sitting open on the coffee table in front of him, he sighed deeply, his teeth upturned into a wicked grin. That was certainly an eventful "meeting" he'd just witnessed. Now that he knew how easy it was to make Conquest cave, he was beginning to consider going to visit her dreams again, sometime in the future. Thanks to Shattered, he now knew that she could give him the exact combination of negative feelings he'd been searching for, and now he had no real need to pursue anyone else for it.

"Father, I thought we agreed that you wouldn't bother any of my followers." 

Upon hearing the unannounced female skeleton's voice, Nightmare lifted his gaze to the doorway, finding his daughter staring at him with cold violet eye lights that were ringed with grey. Her arms were crossed over her chest, and by her posturing, she was genuinely irritated with him. He arched a brow bone, attempting to feign ignorance, "Oh, I'm sorry, she was one of your followers? I had no idea." Nyx narrowed her sockets at him and scoffed, "Bullshit. You had an ulterior motive, and for your own benefit, you ignored our agreement."

Nightmare hummed, entirely unapologetic, "Well I wouldn't say I 'ignored' it... It was more like I 'forgot'." Nyx invited herself into the library, sitting in a chair across from her father, "Oh, please. You? Forgetting something? I highly doubt that." The guardian of negativity snorted in amusement, "Well I mean... I've been around way longer than you. I'm allowed to forget things sometimes." Nyx rolled her eye lights, not even the slightest bit convinced, "Father, don't. Don't even start. This is coming from you, someone who remembers nearly everything he reads in almost full detail. You also happen to be the one that swears up and down that he remembers everything about the first shadow I gave life to, back when I was only four years old." Nightmare couldn't help but chuckle softly; Despite not looking as monstrous as him, what with her clear lack of black goop and all, she was definitely his child. That snarky attitude was recognizable anywhere. 

He sighed, his smile almost pleasant as he tilted his head and looked at her, "And I do. It was just a tiny little thing. No bigger than my hand. It had free will, too. It wasn't like the ones I made." Nyx stared at him intently, her arms folded neatly in her lap, "You didn't allow them to possess free will. That's why. My followers though. Chimera. How about we discuss her some more?" Nightmare's pleasant smile fell and he let out an exaggerated groan, his tentacles swaying and flicking in agitation, "Fine, fine. What all do you plan on lecturing me about today?" 

His daughter chose to ignore the tone he spoke in, responding in as flat a tone of her own as she could manage, "Chimera is mine. She follows me for a cause completely different than yours. For someone who has no problem invading territory that belongs to others and helping himself to their personal belongings, you're possessive, and you always throw a fit when someone invades your space and touches your things. A bit hypocritical, don't you think?" 

Nightmare blinked, surprised at how she'd so casually called him out. Trying to force back the surprise and remain neutral, he rolled his eye light, "And? This castle and the surrounding land is mine. Everything within these walls is mine. All the staff I've gathered? They're mine too, and I'll do as I please. Chimera is a reincarnation of Dream, and anything pertaining to him has nothing to do with you." 

Nyx arched a brow bone, "She's not a reincarnation of your brother, though. She's an alternate. Therefore, she's technically not the Dream you've been trying so hard to murder, all these years. Also, Father, consider: I met her before you. She followed me before she knew you even existed. She would dismember a thousand people if I told her to. She has no personal ties to you, which means the agreement we made was broken, thanks to you." 

The guardian of negativity scowled; There had to be a loophole to the agreement. There HAD to be. Without giving him a chance to argue, she spoke again, "If you touch her, be it real life or within the dreamscape, I'm taking one of your staff as my own. Touch her child, and I'll take them all. Maybe you don't take me seriously because I'm your daughter and I'm quite a bit younger than you, but I'm warning you. What I lack in experience, I make up for with my resources. You rule a castle, and have control of... what is it, seven people now? I have an entire kingdom, with a population of more than ten thousand."

Nightmare gawked at her, in shock that she'd even consider threatening him. He wanted to be outraged and he wanted to snap at her, but his anger quickly fizzled out and he burst into hearty laughter, a wide grin plastered on his face as he leaned back in his seat, "Shit, Nyx. I think you might've watched me a little too closely when you were a kid. Not that threatening me was a good idea, but I'd expect no less from you, at this point." 

Nyx couldn't help the tiny smile that tugged at her teeth, shattering the dead serious look she'd just been wearing only moments ago. She shook her head and sighed deeply, "What can I say? Nobody in the multiverse can yell as loud as you. It just made it easier for me to listen and take notes." Her father beamed, almost appearing proud, and she fought the urge to laugh at how ridiculous he looked.

She stood from her seat, taking a moment to smooth out her dress. Quickly piecing together that she planned to leave, Nightmare almost seemed disappointed, "Leaving so soon, are we?" Nyx merely nodded, offering him an apologetic smile, "Unfortunately, yeah. I've got followers to look after, a kingdom to rule, business in the dreamscape, all that good stuff." The guardian arched a brow bone, watching her curiously, "Business in the dreamscape? You never use the dreamscape. What kind of business could you possibly have there?" 

The princess sighed, shrugging her shoulders, "Oh, nothing too important. I just have some cleaning up to do, since you decided to go and make a mess of everything." He stared at her intently, "Nyx, how do you intend to access the dreamscape? She's awake now." Nyx arched a brow bone, wearing the smallest of smiles, "Who said I was going to see her? I had someone else in mind." Nightmare pushed further, almost intrigued, "Such as...?" His daughter offered him a completely innocent smile, her tone teasing, "Oh, no one important. Mmmn... let's see, I think his name was Retribution." 

Nightmare's stare hardened and his tentacles flicked again, the tips sharpening, "Of all people, why him? You could pick literally anyone else." Nyx hummed, "Um... Because I want to?" She started making a beeline for the doorway but stopped as one of his tentacles wrapped around her arm, "Nyx, I need you to swear to me that you're not planning on doing something weird." 

Nyx hissed, swatting at his tentacle as if trying to make it release her, "Like what? You honestly don't think I'd have sex with him or anything, right?" Nightmare growled, "Nyx, swear to me right now that that's not what your plan is." Nyx threw her arms in the air dramatically and groaned, "I SWEAR that's not what I was gonna do. To be honest, it's gross that you would even think that, Father. He's another version of you, so ew, no, I wouldn't touch him with a ten foot pole." The guardian's grip on her began to loosen and she scoffed, "And besides, he's not even my type." 

Nightmare sighed deeply, "That's right, I forgot. I'm assuming your type consists of idiots named Killer." Nyx's cheekbones gained a faint purple blush and she rolled her eyes, "Oh please, don't insult me like that. I wouldn't touch Killer with a ten foot pole either." Her father hummed, clearly not believing her, "Uh huh, sure. Whatever you say, my little hellion." Nyx let out an irritated huff, her cheekbones still flushed a faint shade of violet as she opened a portal, vanishing through it without looking back. Nightmare was silent as the portal closed behind her, feeling pretty at ease until he heard someone rapidly approaching the open doorway, calling out, "Nyx... Nyxie, hang on a minute, you forgot your-" Killer appeared in the doorway, immediately freezing in place as he noticed Nightmare staring at him, his voice much softer, "...Garter." 

He quickly stuffed the lace garment into his pocket, praying his boss hadn't seen it. Judging by the scowl he was wearing, however, he had seen it. Just great. Nightmare growled lowly in agitation, a clear warning that he wasn't in a joking mood, "Tell me, Killer. Do you want to die?" Killer shook his head, "No, Boss." He'd usually pick and tease a little, but when it came to the guardian's daughter, he was completely serious. There was no room at all for any sort of joking, and if Killer tried, the consequences would be deadly. Nightmare hissed, "Then toss that in the trash and get out of my sight." Killer was quick to pull the garter out of his pocket, dropping it into the nearest trash bin before shortcutting away.

[skelesinners-r-us]

I mean- maybe some smut of a yandere x reader-? Uhhh- hh maybe Yanberry? Orrr Yan!Fell? qwq

You, my friend, have good taste :P 

This nearly destroyed me as I was working on it, so yeah >////> also wasn’t sure which pronouns to use for the reader, so I tried to stay neutral with the pet names that were used and such. I think I did a pretty good job of that, right up until the very last couple paragraphs or so, where I used one or two pronouns suggesting the reader is female or at the very least, capable of getting pregnant

anyways though, here it be :P

He wasn’t ok with this. Not with your current situation, not with having to leave your side for work, not having to leave you home alone. Not with his brother, of all people. He knew Papyrus could be a flirt at times and had a certain charm to him, but if he thought he could just swoop in and steal you - his human - from him, well… He’d have another thing coming to him, then.

Sans glanced up at the living room clock, taking a mental note of the time as he slipped on his gloves. Noticing the movement from beside you, you looked up from the tv, your attention fully on him as you let out a soft sigh, smiling faintly, “Almost time for work, I take it?” Seeing that your eyes were on him and him alone… god, he loved it. So, so very much.

He offered you a weak smile, wrapping an arm around you and gently squeezing your hip, “YEAH, I’M AFRAID SO. I NEED TO WORK LATE AGAIN TONIGHT, SO THERE’S DINNER IN THE FRIDGE WHENEVER YOU GET HUNGRY.” Cuddling close to him and laying your head on his shoulder, you hummed in understanding and playfully raised an eyebrow, “You already prepped dinner? When did you manage to do that?” The skeletons’ smile widened and he chuckled, “I WOKE UP EARLY THIS MORNING AND MADE IT.” You snorted, visibly amused, “Wow, look at you, hot shot. I wish I had as much ambition as you.”

That remark earned a laugh from him and he held you as close to himself as he could, “YOU CAN DO ANYTHING YOU REALLY PUT YOUR MIND TO, MY LOVE.” He then paused, pressing a skeleton kiss to your temple and mumbling against your skin, “BEFORE I LEAVE THOUGH, DO YOU REMEMBER THE RULES?” You nodded and sighed, absentmindedly raising a hand to play with his scarf, “Mhm, sure do.” “CARE TO REPEAT THEM FOR ME, THEN?” You made a face, your cheeks gaining a faint blush as his gloved hand captured yours, and he delicately intertwined his fingers with your own, “Uh well… No inviting anyone over, no allowing anyone other than Papyrus into the house, no allowing Papyrus into your room while I’m alone there, no going into Paps room, and no touching Paps? Not in any way, even accidental bumps or hand brushing?” 

Sans purred in delight, his eye lights shifting into small hearts as he gently cupped your face and kissed you deeply, holding you close to himself. As he nipped your bottom lip and trailed the tip of his cyan ecto tongue along it, the sound of someone coughing could be heard. It was an awkward cough, as if they’d walked in on something they weren’t meant to see, and your blush darkened: Papyrus. Growling faintly in irritation at having been interrupted, Sans broke away from the kiss, looking up at his elder brother, who was currently standing at the bottom of the stairs, “WHAT IS IT, BROTHER?”

Papyrus gestured to the clock, using his free hand to awkwardly rub the back of his neck, “it’s just that your uh… your shift starts in three minutes.” Accepting this as a reasonable excuse for disturbing his moment with you, Sans sighed, “THANK YOU, PAPY. I’LL HEAD OUT AS SOON AS I FINISH SAYING GOODBYE TO MY HUMAN.” The taller, lanky brother made a sound of acceptance, digging into his hoodie pocket and fishing around for his cigarettes as he crossed the living room, heading for the front door, “alright, bro. sounds like a plan.” 

As Papyrus disappeared, vanishing outside and leaving you alone with Sans, a mischievous look flickered in Sans’ sockets. Shifting slightly in his seat, he tugged you onto his lap, turning you so that you were facing him before very intentionally raising one of his legs slightly. Considering that you were essentially straddling his lap, his single raised leg was between your legs, and as gravity would have it, you now had it grinding against your still clothed sex. Watching your blush darken a noticeable amount, Sans smirked, almost appearing wicked as he moved his leg, making sure you felt it against you. Drawing a soft whimper from you, he chuckled, beaming at you in smug satisfaction as he lowered his leg, so that it no longer rubbed against you.

You pouted at the sudden lack of stimulation and he continued to smile at you, delicately running his fingers through your hair and mumbling in that slightly deeper, husky voice he knew you loved, “IF YOU FOLLOW THE RULES AND BE A GOOD HUMAN FOR ME, I’LL GIVE YOU A REWARD AS SOON AS I GET HOME.” You nodded, still blushing deeply, “O-Ok… Should I wait up for you, then?” The skeleton shrugged, playfully arching a brow bone at you, “IF YOU THINK YOU CAN STAY UP THAT LONG, THEN BE MY GUEST.” Sliding off his lap to let him get up, you smiled sheepishly as he leaned down to steal a kiss from you, muttering in a hushed voice against your lips, “I Love You So Much… I’ll See You Tonight, Beautiful.”

He had then proceeded to use a shortcut, heading off to work for the rest of the day.

The day had passed so slow that it was almost cruel, and the amount of boredom he faced was torturous. To combat it, he let his mind wander back to you on multiple occasions, wondering how you were doing, what you were doing, and what all he would do to you that night. By the time his shift was nearly over, he’d pulled out his phone, resorting to check the notifications on his social media. There was a photo posted earlier on in the day by a mutual friend of yours, and you’d been tagged in it. He clicked on the notification, immediately interested, but in response to actually seeing it, he scowled.

The photo might’ve seemed innocent enough to anyone else, but to him… it made his nonexistent stomach turn. You were in the photo, standing in the aisle of a small grocery store that he instantly recognized, and standing around you were a handful of your friends. The caption simply read, “Saw this dork while out getting some snacks <3 ended up staying so long chatting that the cashier had to ask us to leave.” As if the heart emoticon wasn’t aggravating enough, the way your friends were looking at you was almost enough to infuriate him.

They looked at you with pure adoration, as if they were in love with you or something. There was a second photo attached to the post that also had you in it, but one of your female friends had her arms around you, kissing your forehead. The photo had been taken while the both of you laughed over it, and as he gazed at the image, he began to tighten his grip on his phone, only stopping as the screen glitched and began to crack. If this was the game they wanted to play, then so be it. 

Sans loved games, and being as magnificent and determined as he was, there was no way he could ever lose. When you were the prize at the end of the game in question, however, he’d do anything to guarantee that no one else gained your affections. If they tried, he’d have to make it point to have a little conversation with them. If they couldn’t be reasoned with, then, well… he’d just have to get rid of them, wouldn’t he?

As soon as his shift ended, he clocked out and headed home, ready to set his plan into motion.

When he got back to the house, it was dark, minus the porch light and a single, dimly lit room upstairs, which he instantly recognized as his own. Relaxing the smallest bit, he slipped in through the unlocked front door, taking off his boots and turning to lock the door behind himself before he headed for the stairs. Being extra careful as he passed by Papyrus’ room, he placed his steps very specifically, avoiding the floorboards that he knew would creak under his weight. He made a beeline for his bedroom door, very carefully opening it, then nudging it shut behind himself and absentmindedly locking it.

Turning to glance around the room, his eye lights almost instantly located you; you were lying on his bed, a book open and laying on your chest. He smiled to himself, quietly making his way around the bed to pick up the book and mark your page for you before setting it aside; god, you were honestly just so cute like this. You must’ve dozed off while waiting for him to come home, and his soul swelled in complete, utter adoration and love as he gazed at you. 

You’d dozed off, leaving yourself completely helpless and vulnerable, and the thought of that alone elicited a soft groan from him. Call it sick, call it twisted, but he just… couldn’t help it. He loved seeing you vulnerable and helpless like this. It delivered a certain thrill that he was unable to find anywhere else, no matter how hard he searched for it. He slipped his gloves and scarf off, setting them on his desk before beginning to remove the rest of his battle body, changing into his favorite set of pajamas and climbing into bed with you.

Shifting in your sleep, you rolled onto your side, your back to him, and he frowned. He just wanted to see that adorable face of yours, and now he couldn’t. Not unless -

He cautiously sat up, sitting on the edge of the bed and watching you for a moment to make sure he hadn’t disturbed you, before he used his magic, delicately rolling you onto your back again and holding you in place as he curled his fingers around the waistband of your pants and underwear, tugging both of them down and off of you in one fluid motion. He paused again to make sure you remained asleep, which thankfully, you did. He let out a deep sigh of relief, and then proceeded to gently coax your legs apart, settling in the space between them. 

With his attention centered almost entirely on your face, he slowly slid a bony finger inside you. Stopping once it was all the way in, he paused, the soft moan that slipped past your lips enough to cause his magic to begin forming a bulge in his pajama pants. Feeling spurred on, he began slowly thrusting his finger in and out of you, his eye lights shifting into hearts as you mewled, his name a mumble as it escaped from you. Even in your sleep, you dreamt of him doing these things to you? Touching you this way and making you feel good?

He purred softly, an affectionate smile finding its way onto his face; just for that, he might have to forgive you for letting those friends of yours get as close as they did. Adding a second finger and pumping his digits a bit faster, Sans watched as you squirmed, moaning softly again. You clenched around his fingers and he arched a brow bone, still wearing a toothy grin; truth be told, he was having more fun with this than he thought he would.

He slipped his fingers out of you, licking them off as he looked over your exposed body. He couldn’t take it anymore. Before you woke up, he needed to get a taste of you.

Sans leaned down, inhaling your scent and groaning softly before burying his face between your thighs, immediately lapping at your entrance and moaning. You shifted in your sleep again, letting out a much louder moan, but at this point, he didn’t care if you woke up and caught him in the act. Pressing closer to you, he moaned again, thrusting his tongue into your hole and fighting back the whine that threatened to slip from his maw as his now fully formed member began to ache, as if begging to be touched. 

Growling faintly in annoyance, he shoved his pants down just enough to free his length before he wrapped a hand around it and began stroking his shaft, moaning against your entrance again. Your eyelids fluttered and you mumbled something incoherent, beginning to stir as he drew more moans from you.

Continuing to lap at your entrance as he quickened his strokes, he lost himself in pleasure, and the thing that brought him back to reality was the startled yelp that left your lips as you woke up. You’d begun to question him, but all he heard was his name coming out of your mouth, and with the knowledge that you were fully awake now, he moaned against you. The vibrations from his moans directly on your ridiculously sensitive core… that was what pushed you over the edge. You bucked your hips, your body spasming as the coil in your gut came undone and you moaned loudly, reaching your climax.

Sans eagerly licked up your juices, his body beginning to tremble the smallest bit. Catching your breath, you sighed, smiling sheepishly at him, “W-Wow… Well that was one hell of a wake up call.” His sockets, now hazy and clouded with visible lust, shifted their focus to your face and he smirked, sliding back to slip off his pajamas, “THAT WAS ROUND ONE, MY LOVE. WE’RE ONLY JUST BEGINNING.”

Now fully unclothed, he leaned over you, his magic releasing its hold on you as he fumbled with your shirt, nearly tearing it as he impatiently tried to get it off of you. You cooperated to the best of your ability, feeling a bit relieved once it was finally removed and tossed aside. With your naked form beneath him, his cyan ecto tongue slipped out of his mouth, gliding over his teeth as he took in the sight of you. You were so beautiful… so gorgeous and perfect.

And he couldn’t wait to absolutely wreck you.

Gripping your legs a bit harder than he’d intended, he hoisted your feet up over his shoulders and thrust his entire length inside you in one go. Clamping a hand over your mouth in an effort to muffle your voice, you squealed, arching your back and clenching around him, and he moaned, his breathing becoming shaky. As Sans began to rock his hips, he slammed into you roughly, quickly turning your loud moans and squeals of pleasure into screams, and his eye lights became small hearts as he watched you again. But… He was a bit annoyed, at the same time.

You kept trying to muffle the sounds you were making, and that simply wouldn’t do.

One of his sockets flared up with his cyan magic, and you found your hands pinned above your head. He’d paused briefly to let your legs down, off of his shoulders, before pushing them as far apart as possible. As he resumed his previous motions and began ramming into you again, he let out a rather loud growl, tightly gripping your hips, “SCREAM FOR ME, HUMAN. I WANT THOSE FRIENDS OF YOURS TO HEAR US FROM THE OTHER SIDE OF TOWN.” Your eyes widened in surprise and as you opened your mouth to ask what was going on with him, he decided to angle his hips a bit differently, before snapping them forward again and slamming into your sweet spot.

With your face entirely flushed, you screamed in pleasure, beginning to buck your hips in time with his thrusts as you whined and begged, “O-Oh shit… Sans, please! Fuck me harder! Please, I really need it!” The skeleton growled, his gaze almost predatory and dangerous as he leaned over you, his voice husky, “SCREAM MY NAME FIRST, THEN. EVERYONE NEEDS TO KNOW WHO YOU BELONG TO… YOU’RE MINE, AND MINE ONLY. I DON’T LIKE SHARING… YOU SHOULD KNOW THAT BY NOW.” 

He slammed into your sweet spot again and you did as told, screaming his name. A pleased purr left him and he bucked his hips harder than before, his pelvis hitting yours hard enough that he knew would end up leaving bruises. Leering down at you and offering you a sultry grin, he began to roll his hips noticeably faster, moaning as your inner walls squeezed his shaft, “TELL ME AGAIN WHO YOU BELONG TO.” Writhing beneath him and screaming again, tears rolled down your face at the overwhelming amount of pleasure you felt, “You! Always you, don’t belong to anyone else! Won’t ever belong to anyone else! Don’t want anyone else, only want you, Sans!”

Moaning loudly as he felt his own release rapidly approaching, he panted, continuing to slam into you at the same speed and with the same amount of force as before, his tongue lolling from his mouth and allowing his cyan tinted saliva to drip down onto your chest and stomach, “S-SHIT, FUCK… MINE. YOU’RE MINE, HUMAN! MINE, MINE, MINE!” Arching your back at what looked to be an almost painful degree, your eyes rolled back and your body spasmed again. With a silent scream, you came undone around him, and in turn, caused him to finish as well. He thrust his length as deep into you as he could, leaning down and sinking his teeth into your shoulder, permanently marking you as his mate as he released a moan that sounded similar to your name and shot his seed deep inside you.

Feeling his teeth in your shoulder, you whimpered, this time in pain rather than pleasure. Easily catching this, he let go of your shoulder, purring faintly as he began to trace the tip of his tongue over the bite, almost in a soothing manner. As you let out another whimper, he softly shushed you, gently pressing his teeth to your lips and offering you praise, his voice hushed now, “Shhh… It’s Ok, My Love. You Took So Much More Than Normal, And You Did So Well. You Never Cease To Amaze Me, And For That, I Love You. With Every Fiber Of My Being, And With My Entire Soul.” Your lips curled into an affectionate smile and with your hands now free, you gently touched his face, mumbling tiredly, “I love you too, Sans… With all my heart.” 

He leaned into your touch, his eye lights heart shaped once more as he watched you with pure adoration, sighing softly as he delicately touched your hand, “I’m Glad… We Should Rest Now Though… It’s Late, And We Need It.” You nodded in agreement, attempting to muffle a yawn. With the length his magic had formed now completely gone, he simply flopped down next to you, wrapping an arm around you and pulling you flush against himself, smiling as you cuddled into his side. 

Your eyes drifted shut, and it wasn’t long before you fell asleep, remaining where you currently were. As you dreamt, Sans watched you quietly, admiring how peaceful you looked, sleeping in his arms like this. His cheekbones dusted a bright shade of cyan as he delicately rested a hand on your stomach; you were already beautiful as is, so he couldn’t imagine how beautiful you’d be, as the potential mother of his child.

That was a discussion for tomorrow though. As a wave of exhaustion swept over him, he yawned, his hand remaining on your stomach in an almost protective manner. He wasn’t sure how you’d react to possibly becoming a mom, but once those friends of yours saw you covered in love bites with a swollen belly and his mark on your shoulder, they’d know to stay away.

As they rightfully should.

[dreamingabouttaron]

The Assistant Part 29

You looked down at the small shiny blue and white invitation that sat neatly in your hands. As you slowly traced your fingers over the bumpy white letters, you held tightly onto your breath. Your mind was racing. You had arrived at United Agents that morning to find a letter addressed to you sitting neatly on your desk. You had eagerly opening it to find an invitation to the Cannes premiere of Rocketman inside alongside a handwritten letter from Taron personally asking you to come along. It felt like time had stopped. You didn’t know what to do. You hadn’t seen or spoken to Taron in months. Would it even be a good idea to go?

James looked over at you from his desk, he noticed the frozen state that you were in. “Is that your invitation?” He asked quietly, clearly knowing what you were looking at. You looked up at him slowly, still holding tightly on to the piece of card. “Are you going to go?”

You released a breath that you didn’t realise you had been holding. “I… I don’t know.”

James got up from his desk and dragged his chair over to yours. “I’m going to be honest with you and I’m saying this because I love and care about you. I think you should go. I think it would be good for you to see him. If worse comes to the worst Lindy and I are going to be there with Taron doing press so I can keep an eye on things.”

You gently placed the piece of card onto the desk and looked back over the letter Taron had written for you. You ran your fingers over his hand writing. You pictured him sat there writing it out over and over. You thought back to the voicemail he had left you a few weeks ago. You felt guilty for not responding but you didn’t know what to say. You still had feelings for him. You still craved him. But you knew you could be toxic together. Would it really be a good idea to drag the past back up again?

“Megs..” James placed his warm hand on yours. “Be real with me for a moment. Do you still have feelings for him?” You looked into his eyes and he didn’t need a vocal answer. The answer was written all over your face. “and I think we have our answer.” James climbed up from his chair and dragged it back over to his desk. “I’m taking you shopping this weekend. We’re going to find you the most perfect dress.”

That weekend you met James in Central London; you trailed around a number of different boutique shops until you finally found the ‘most perfect dress’ for the premiere. The days flew by and before you knew it, you were getting ready in your hotel room in Cannes. You had been arguing with yourself for days, was this really the right thing to do? You didn’t know what had come over you. You felt so stupid. What if he was with someone else? What if he was only inviting you because you worked for him? If you saw him, what would you even say to him? A million questions ran through your head, they had kept you up at night making the room spin.

You took one last glance at yourself in the mirror before you left your room. You were dressed in a floor length light blue chiffon dress. You had accessorised with a silver bag and silver heels. The blue in your dress made the blue in your eyes stand out. You had to admit, you looked good. You left your room and climbed into the back of a waiting car. You had been in constant contact with James, he was giving you little updates and kept checking in with how you were doing. You were so thankful for his support.

When you arrived at the premiere, you were blown away with the scale of it. You hadn’t experienced anything like this. You felt like a fish out of water. It was incredibly overwhelming. You made your way straight up the red carpet and straight into the building, ignoring the craziness of the red carpet. You quickly took your place in the cinema and waited for everyone else to arrive. As the room started to fill up, your eye got caught when you noticed Tina and Guy walking in to find their seats. As they scanned the rows for their places, Tina noticed you. You felt your breath hitch. You smiled gently towards her and she waved warmly back. You wanted to run over and hug her. You wanted her comforting ways. You wanted her to tell you everything was going to be okay. You were starting to feel a little silly when you felt your phone vibrate in your lap. You looked down to see a text from Tina. I’m so happy to see you. I’ll find you and give you a hug after the film. Tina x

You felt a wave of relief wash over your body. Something so simple made everything feel better. You quickly typed a reply as the rest of the room filled up. You watched as the rest of the cast and crew found their seats. You felt more and more anxious as you waited for Taron to enter the room. You weren’t sitting anywhere near the front of the screen but just being in the same room as him filled you with a cocktail of emotions. And that’s when you noticed him. You clocked James and Lindy following closely behind a rather sharp looking Taron. He looked incredible. You felt your heart beating as everyone in the room clapped and cheered as the last of the cast and crew took their seats.

The film itself was a masterpiece. You couldn’t have been any prouder of Taron. You could finally see why he was so busy and so stressed when you were together. As you watched the scenes play out, you thought back to the filming process and the stress and arguments it caused. It brought back so many memories of Taron singing the songs on repeats for months and months. You felt overwhelmed with emotion just thinking about it, it brought tears to your eyes. When the film finished, you made a beeline back to the hotel where you were going to meet James before you made your way to the after party. You wanted to compose yourself in case you saw Taron.

A few hours and drinks later, you were standing with James at the bar. You were so relieved that he was there with you. You couldn’t have done this on your own. The party was in full swing, the drinks were flowing, the dance floor was packed and the music was incredibly loud. Everyone was having a wonderful time. You were in the middle of a conversation with James when you followed his eye line to a group of men all laughing and shouting. The group parted and that’s when you saw him. Taron.

A rush of emotions hit you, it was like you couldn’t breathe. Could this really be happening. Were you really here? You knew you were standing, but you couldn’t feel anything. You couldn’t feel your hands, legs or anything for that matter. All you could feel was your heart. It was beating, so fast you thought the whole world could hear it. Everything was so bright. Memories came flashing back. You pictured the first time you met him. You walked into United Agents and there he was. The way he looked at you and smiled. They say in the few seconds you can see a persons true feeling towards you. That’s where it all began. A friendship and love. A love that you had never felt before. You tried to calm yourself down, slowly, taking deep breaths until your breathing was back to normal and the room was no longer spinning.

The room seemed to go silent. Time seemed to stand still. There he was. Not quite right in front of you, but the other side of the room. Which quickly felt a lot smaller than it actually was. Everything was happening in slow motion. Yes, it was highly cliché; but the moment you laid eyes on him you felt something inside you shift. There was something about Taron that just...shook you. He just stood there, laughing and joking with his friends holding a beer, typical, but god did he look good in that grey velvet suit jacket.

You felt like you were staring at him for an awfully long time but you didn’t care. That’s when he noticed you, but you still couldn’t look away. His whole face softened when he saw you. Now you were just two people in a crowded room staring at each other. From an outsider’s perspective it probably looked a little weird. Then he did something, something you thought if you saw in person again it would break you. He smiled at you. A wonderful, bright smile.

Do something, you kept repeating in your head over and over again. Move. Smile. Look away. Anything, just stop staring.

You managed a little wave of your hand causing his smile to grow even more. He got pulled back into his conversation with his friends. That’s when everything came rushing back into focus. The room you were in, the people, the flashing lights, the thumping music. You could hear James calling your name beside you, but you couldn’t open your mouth to respond. You wanted to leave, you needed to get out but you couldn’t move.

You watched as Taron excused himself from his group and slowly made his way through the crowd over to you. James reached out for your hand and gave it a little squeeze before he melted into the crowd giving you time alone.

Taron stopped in front of you. You both stood staring at each other for a moment. You felt the whole atmosphere shift. There he was. You took in his features. Still exactly the same. Still the man you fell in love with.

“Hey.” He finally managed to say.

“Hey. You smiled back.

“Wow look at you. You look like a star. You’re a vision in blue.” Taron said as his eyes scanned you and your body.

“Oh, I do?” You gulped and ran your hands nervously over your frame. You felt your cheeks growing red hot.

“Hey, you came!” He said with a slight frown on his forehead. It was as if he suddenly realised you were actually stood there in front of him.

“I wasn’t sure if I should come…” You whispered in response.

‘I’m very glad you decided to come.” He couldn’t wipe the smile off his face. You both just stood there examining each other. You just wanted to reach out and touch him. You wanted to make sure this wasn’t a dream.

“Megan..I.. um.. I would really like to talk to you. Alone.” He said as he leant down and spoke quietly into your ear. “Please don’t take this the wrong way, but would you come up to my room with me? I think it’s the only place we’ll get some privacy.”

You hesitate before nodding and following him through the crowds. The music getting quieter and quieter as you walk away. You were glad, it allowed your thoughts to form. You wanted to be as switched on as you could for this conversation. You wanted to be open and honest, you didn’t want to hold anything back.

When you arrived at Taron’s room he shut the door behind you, leaving you both completely alone for the first time in months. Now stand in front of Taron, neither of you saying a word. Both of you building up the courage. Minutes seemed to pass, still, no one said a word.

“H-how have you been since…” Taron finally broke the silence but trailed off not knowing how to finish his sentence.

“Since that night?” You snapped. “Oh, I’ve been great. You know, it's not like I’ve spent every day for the last four months wondering what the hell happened. Wondering what I did wrong. Wondering what I could have done to have saved us.” You didn’t mean to be sarcastic and petty but yet you couldn't help it, it just came out that way.

“I’m sorry.” He bowed his head in defeat looking down at his feet.

Silence once again fell between the two of you. Moving away from Taron, you walk towards the sofa and sat down.

“Megan, I know me saying ‘I’m sorry’ didn't mean anything to you then and probably means even less now, but I really am sorry. For everything. Hurting you was something I never wanted to do.” A rush of emotions ran through you, your anger was gone. Despite everything that had happened you didn’t hate Taron, you didn’t really know how to hate him. “But, why?” He asked, his voice was barely a whisper.

“Why what?” You questioned.

“Why did you end things. D-did I do something wrong? Was there someone else…”

“No! God no, to both.” You replied quickly.

“Then why?”

“I-I” You didn’t know what to say. “I felt like we were spending more time apart than together and when we were together it was as if we were on two separate planets. We weren’t connecting at all. All we did was argue and kiss and make up. Our work schedules were just crazy and that just torn us apart even more. I thought it would be best to give you the chance to find someone who would be home when you would be. You deserve someone who you can have spontaneous dates with, someone who you could fall asleep next to every night, not every couple of months. So I decided to let you go.”

“You really are stupid you know that.” He said raising an eyebrow and laughing at your comment. “Was there any particular reason you thought I was unhappy?”

You thought for a moment before replying. “Not exactly.” You shook your head.

“Did I ever actually say that you being away with work so much was ever an issue for me?”

Once again you paused and thought about what he asked. You both knew the answers. “No.”

“But regardless, you took it upon yourself to decide what I wanted from a relationship.”

“I told you, you deserved better than what I was able to give you at the time.”

The energy in the room seemed to shift. You watched as he took a moment to take in your words. “Did you know that I wrote down all of the things you ever said that touched my heart, and when I recently read them back after all this time they still touch my heart” Taron said as he sat down on the bed keeping his distance from you. The distance between you was charged with energy. You watched as he took his phone out of his pocket to find what he was looking for. You watched his finger scroll as he read what was on his phone. He then suddenly stopped and looked at you with his wonderful wide eyes. 

“Megan. You’re on my mind, constantly” he shot at you. You furrowed your brows and frowned, not knowing what to reply. “If I’m happy it’s because of you, if I’m mad it’s because of you, everything I feel is because of you. But lately I’ve been more... sad? mad? I don’t know, but I know it makes me feel twisted inside.” You watched as tears started to fall from Taron’s eyes. You could see him struggling to identify the emotions he had been bottling up within himself. It pained you to see him like this. The sight brought tears to your eyes too.

“Do you remember our first ‘date’, you took me to that restaurant that had just opened around the corner from where I used to live…” You allowed the words to fall out of your mouth as you wiped your tears away.

“Yeah,” he paused, his face changed suddenly, a huge smile growing across his face as he remembered, “You wore that pink dress, you looked absolutely beautiful. That night I just knew you were the one.”

You felt your cheeks flush with heat, you loved that he still remembers so much about it even after all this time. You placed your head in your hands as you felt the emotions of the day catching up with you. Without any words Taron simply stood up and went over to where you were sitting. He kneeled in front of the sofa and leaned forward to hug your waist. You were both practically a sniffling and snotty mess. You held each other tightly. Touching for the first time in months. Holding each other. Comforting each other. Allowing yourselves to be there for the other person.

After some time when you both finally felt like there were no more tears left in your bodies, Taron came up from where he was almost cradling you. He cracked a reassuring smile and wiped your tear-filled face with his sleeve. He kept his eyes on you. He drew circles on your knee with his delicate hands. The movements felt soothing.

“Sorry. Everything just sort of hit me. You and me, us. Everything leading up to the break up. I just don’t want you to feel like I’m holding you back or anything. I get that you would want to move on at some point. That you have to move on.” Your voice still sounded a bit shaky and not as convincing as you’d hope for.

“You think this is what I truly want? Don’t you know me at all?” Taron looked hurt while saying this. You just shrugged while not knowing what to say. But then again here he was looking at you with those beautiful deep eyes. The same eyes you’d fallen in love with.

“I never wanted this Megan. Never. I just went along with this because that’s what I thought you wanted. You seemed so determined about it. I thought you were tired of me. I thought maybe you didn’t love me anymore.”

You were almost crying again while vigorously shaking your head at his words. You had let him believe that you didn’t love him. You moved out of the chair and slid onto his lap to wrap your arms around him in a bone crushing hug. His warmth engulfed you. In your mind you tried to hug away the last couple of months. If only it was that easy.

“I left because I love you too much Taron. I had to. The way you made me feel scared me so much. I was scared so many times that you would leave me for someone else. Someone better. I felt like I didn’t deserve you or your love. Like I wasn’t worthy of it.”

“Oh God Megan! No! I’m so sorry! I know I fucked this up from the very the beginning. I sure managed to royally screw us over didn't I?” He shakes his head.

“Hey, no ones perfect, even you.” You joke, even throwing him a wink teasing him and he laughs. You are so surprised at how all of a sudden you are so comfortable with him.

Taron cautiously reaches out and tucks a loose strand of hair behind your ear, then gently caressing your cheek. It's like muscle memory kicks in and you automatically lean into his hand, closing your eyes enjoying his touch.

“I miss you, so much.” Your eyes dart open looking directly into his, god how you missed his eyes. You could hear the hurt and emotion in his voice. Feeling his body heat radiating off of him, you notice how close you had become with your bodies practically pressed against each other.

“I miss you too.” Responding with just as much emotion. As soon as the word left your mouth, Taron reached his other hand around your waist pulling you closer. Taron looked at you and you felt the world still around the two of you. His hands now came up and rested on each side of your face. His hands caressing your face, you leaned into the touch. He looked as if searching for something. Ever so slowly he leaned forward. You could feel his breath as he came closer. Your lips collided. His soft lips on yours. Your body knew exactly how to respond having a mind of its own. You reach your arms up around his neck, your fingers glide through the short hairs on the back of his head. It was like no time had passed. You fit perfectly together. You had to pull away to catch your breath. You couldn’t help yourself from smiling at Taron who looked just as flustered as you. He let out a breathy chuckle still holding you close to him as if you could disappear at any time.

“I’m sorry, I shouldn’t have done that.” You don't reply with words, you just pull his lips back down to yours. Both of his hands, now around your waist, they grip you harder. Like he never wants to let you got. You secretly hope he wouldn’t.

Reluctantly you did let go. Words got caught in your throat, you had so much you wanted to say so much you wanted to ask. Almost like he could read your mind, Taron brushed the tip of his nose against your placing one quick kiss on your lips.

“Well that was something.” He whispered.

You agreed with him with a wide smile on your face. Both out of breath. The two of you couldn’t hold back a small laugh. You leaned forward and rested your forehead on his. Your hands wandered to his back and neck drawing all kinds of shapes.

“Seems like we just wasted several months of our lives.” You hummed silently feeling content.

“I think we did!” You could feel Taron’s chest vibrate from a laugh. You leaned into him wanting to be closer if that was humanly possible. This feeling right here was everything. “I love you” He whispered.

You let out a deep sigh and leaned into kiss him once more. You weren’t planning on stoping anytime soon, not that he would let you. You weren’t going anywhere. You belonged right here with him. You knew it was still incredibly early but you knew things were on the way up. You could feel it. The spark was back in your eyes and you couldn’t wait to see what was going to happen next.

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Thank you everyone for your love and support. I am very saddened to say that I have one more part left of this wonderful journey. I can not thank you all enough for all the kind words I have received. I will be opening up a request box soon, so if anyone has any requests or one shots they would like written I’m all ears! I hope you have a wonderful week x