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bubsdolan · 3 years

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yayy okay :) can you write about a curvy (on the chubbier side) poc!reader and gray is absolutely in love with her but she's having some body issues n he's just like "no" and just worships her body :3 thanku thanku thankuuuuu

{tw- body imagine}

{please remember you’re beautiful just the way you are. you don’t need a man or the opinions of other people to determine your own self value. weight DOES NOT define you. stay winning!}

you never considered yourself as the skinniest, the prettiest, funniest or even the smartest one in the room. you would say average, mediocre at best and the one person people would often look past and forget was there. but grayson? grayson thought you were the most breathtaking, gorgeous, sexy, hilarious, talented, angel like person he’d ever laid eyes upon. his own little heaven on earth. his.

grayson would always make his infatuation with you known, both privately and publicly. always having his hands on you, kissing you whenever he felt the sudden urge to, looking and admiring you even when you were doing simple basic day to day tasks. he couldn’t take his eyes of you. worshiping the ground you walked on and making everyone around you know you’re his girl.

when grayson invited you along for the trip of a lifetime to his favourite safe place in hawaii, wanting his girl to experience the wonders he fell in love with, you said yes almost instantly. however, you soon came to regret your decision when you found yourself surrounded by what appeared to be your entire instagram explore page. it seemed every influencer had the same idea of flying to hawaii for the summer break, flocking in their numbers and tiny bikinis to what appeared to be a popular tourist destination.

everyone decided to meet up, coming together to chill out and relax without being penalised under the lens and watchful eyes of their following. what was considered a safe space for others, definitely wasnt one for you. as everyone met up at the twins rental home for the up and coming month, nibbles littering the tables, drinks following and a lowkey chilled atmosphere, you felt more out of place than ever before.

not to mention your were the only person of colour there. it was a room filled with next to no diversity. you felt judged and certainly felt like you were living in a stimulation that send your unhealthy thoughts and views about yourself spiralling out of control.

you refused to go near the food, fearing if you were even to get a small whiff of the delicious pastries and hors d’oeuvres, you would gain a good few pounds. you were constantly covering your stomach with a couch cushion whenever you say down. pulling at the oversized hoodie of grayson’s to conceal what in your eyes was the biggest belly in the room. hawaii was hot, the degrees only heightening as the day went on, yet you refused to take off the thick fleece lined hoodie you felt was the only thing keeping you saine.

grayson noticed of course, he always did, so in tune with you and your body. he noticed the way you would only briefly speak to ethan, him or kristina, feeling incredibly intimidated by the beautiful woman and their what society deemed as perfect bodies, but also their tiny biniks that left absolutely nothing to the imagination. he noticed the way you turned down people’s offering of food or drinks, sticking strictly to water. he noticed the way you shifted uncomfortably in your seat, making sure to always keep yourself hidden and away from any cameras. not wanting a photo of you in comparison to these models to leak and surface on the internet.

what really worried grayson, was the moment he tried to touch you, kiss you, hold you, or even get you to sit on his knee- like you often did in many social settings- you turned him down and pushed him away. throughout your entire relationship, grayson ever one made you feel any less than beautiful, he brought you comfort and security. yet right now, you were struggling to even make eye contact with the man you loved more than life itself.

you felt ashamed and embarrassed for both you and grayson. you conceived yourself people were talking behind your back, questioning why a god like man such as grayson dolan, was wasting his precious time with someone like you. the biggest girl in the room, with a skin tone different to ones he had dated in the past.

grayson startled you by grabbing your hand, pulling you up from your seat and leading you to the bedroom you were sharing for the duration of your stay. he slapped your hand away from your hoodie as you tired to pull at the fabric so it wouldn’t cling to your fat as you walked past the crowd. black material to be precise, as it gave the illumination of a thinner figure- according to people and the internet.

within seconds grayson is pushing you into the bedroom, shutting the door and locking it for good measure. wanting to spend some time with you away from the party goers he had no interest in, slightly regretting inviting them over when he witnessed you curl into your shell. he pulls your body to stand directly in front of the floor length mirror and situated himself behind you.

you exchange a knowing look. grayson knew you were self deprecating and his words weren’t going to cut it. he needed to show you how beautiful you were. his hands find the hem of yours- his- hoodie, tugging at it slightly as his eyes never once leave yours through the reflective glass. he awaits your consent, smiling softly when you give him the nod of approval, before he’s pulling the hoodie of your body and discarding it to the side.

his hands rub up and down every curve, every piece of excess skin you often criticised yourself for having. he ducked his head down to trial soft gentle kisses from your neck to your shoulder, down your arms and back up again repeatedly. his hands never one stopping his praise and admiration for your body. one of the many many attributes he adored about you.

your skin felt electric under this touch. goosebumps rising on your skin as you melted beneath his fingertips, your back hitting his chest as for the first time that day, you felt safe. comfortable and like you belonged.

“wanna know what i see?”

graysons voice pulls you from your focus on his hands, regaining eye contact through the mirror as he doesn’t even wait for you to response before he starts his speech.

“i see the most beautiful woman i have ever laid eyes on. i see a brave, strong young lady, someone who stole my heart and made me the man i am today. i see the brightest smile that captives any room the second you walk in. i see a arse so big and juicy i just wanna ravish it-“

you giggle, swatting at grayson’s hands as they find their home on your arse. giving it a little squeeze for reassurance before kissing your shoulder and continuing. not before he notices the tears falling from your eyes as you absorb every word.

“i see you, i see your body, i see every perfection that you consider imperfect. every scar, ever mark, every mole, i love it all. i see the way try and destroy something that i love. it breaks my heart for you to treat yourself this way, baby, but this- your body, its my home. it’s my safe place, sanctuary and the most breathtaking, jaw dropping sight known to man. fuck im so so so lucky.”

grayson turns your body around in his arms. his hands connecting together around your hips almost immediately as he reached down to place a warm gentle, loving kiss on your lips. lips that are his drug, his favourite taste, his happiness.

“so far ive been loving you for the both of us and will continue to do so until you see yourself through my eye. im nothing without you baby, so please, please let me help you learn to love yourself almost as much as i do.”

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brelione · 4 years

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Barry as A Father

Request by @popeheywards

If it were anyone else he wouldve just ignored the situation and pretended it didnt exist

But because it was you he was willing to change his life and stay around

“I swear to god-what the fuck-no,no-nope!Out!Away from the area!Smoke in the air-Im not gonna be responsible for that kid growing eight arms!”He shouted, holding his blunt far back.

“What are you doing?You cant drink that!”He took the mug of coffee away from you. “I read that you cant have caffeine when pregnant-I wont allow this on my porch.”He shook his head.

He was pretty bummed about the no sex rule but then you reminded him that you could still give him blow jobs

Him holding your hair when you’re vomiting

He’s got a bag ready for the hospital

Clothes, phone chargers, snacks, tissues

My mans is ready

But then the time comes that your water breaks and all hell breaks loose

It doesnt help that Rafe is over

“OH MY GOD ITS LEAKING-RAFE GET OUT GET OUT GET OUT!” “OH MY GOD!”He was freaking out.You were just standing there, staring at him.

He grabbed the bag and got you into the car, forgetting the way to the hospital

“LEFT OR RIGHT?”He shouted. “LEFT!”You shouted back, tugging at your hair.

“MOVE OUT OF THE WAY!”he shouted, pulling you along. “Sir-sir-sir!I understand-theres no need to shout.”The woman at the front desk sighed, having you put into a wheelchair. “IF WE DONT HURRY UP HE’S GONNA FALL OUT!”He shouted, following into the delivery room.

They ask if he wants to cut the umbilical cord and its a no from him

With his shaky ass hands????

He’s just glad its over

His hand is all bruised from you squeezing it so hard

Forehead kisses once they’ve taken the baby to get cleaned off

His heart stops when you’re holding the baby, his eyes widening

This was real life

He’s sitting in the chair next to the bed, about to cry

He’s staring at the baby, trying to figure out what part of face looked like his

He had Barry’s nose for sure

He’s absolutely terrified to hold the baby because he’s positive he’s gonna drop it

But then hes holding the baby and its insane.He kisses his forehead, watching it blink.He never thought he’d get this far in life that he’d have a baby and a wonderful girlfriend.

You have to stay in the hospital for a week because it took so long to pick a name for the boy

And Rafe makes an appearance at the hospital because he’s grown close to you during your pregnancy

Thats how he had been paying Barry for the past nine months.Baby clothes, diapers, formula, pacifiers, bottles, a crib and toys.

He pretty much moves into your house so that he can spend as much time with Gio as possible

Giovanni Jonathan Well wasnt exactly what you thought you’d be naming your first child but thats just how things happened

Barry was really good at changing diapers in the middle of the night

It was annoying but he knew how exhausted you were from giving birth

He only went to the trailer for work and would only be gone for a little bit

He had a shit ton of money from his work, now having people call him on a work phone to plan when they’d be coming over so that it didnt interfere with the baby’s schedule.

The two of you trying to teach G.J colors but always getting distracted by other things

Barry started crying when he learned how to walk

He spent a long time in the bedroom with G.J one morning, trying to teach him

“Can you saw mama?”Barry asked, eyes widening when G.J repeated the word, some drool sliding down his chin as he said it

He ran out into the kitchen with G.J at his hip

“Say it again, G.”Barry grinned when his son repeated the word, seeing the big smile on your face.

Sitting in the living room and watching Disney+ with G.J

“Captain Merica!”G.J giggled, pointing to the tv.

Somehow Rafe ended up bonding with the baby, becoming ‘uncle Rafe’ really quick

He’d stay with G.J when you and Barry went grocery shopping or out to get coffee

He was that one dad that took photos at every possible moments

If G.J was eating he had to take a picture

If G.J was playing with legos he had to take a picture

Once G.J can finally be in school you and Barry are both sad but also kind of relieved that you can finally get a break

He can aslo fuck you without risking waking up G.J

And you can be as loud as you want

Picking up G.J from school and helping him with his homework

Its usually just a coloring page but sometimes he’ll have to circle a word or two

Barry makes sure to help G.J in every way that he can, making sure that he feels loved because Barry had ✨daddy issues✨

You and Barry forming your own system where you go grocery shopping on wednesdays, he picks up G.J on mondays, wednesdays and fridays and only does his work at night

Never letting G.J find out what Barry does

Family Beach days

“Giovanni Jonathan Well- you will get sunburned if you dont put on sunscreen.”Barry warned, handing him the bottle.

G.J’s hair was long and dark like Barry’s and whenever he crossed his arms or scratched his nose he looked exactly like Barry

You and G.J making fun of Barry’s reading glasses

When G.J was twelve you became pregnant again, sighing as you stared at the test.

“BARRY!”You shouted from the bathroom. “YEAH?”He shouted back, putting down his book and waiting for you to answer. “IM PREGNANT!”You shouted back, flushing the toilet.He sighed, smacking himself in the face with his palm. “AGAIN?”He asked.

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witchcraft-in-wonderland · 3 years

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Ballad of Sara Berry (35mm fic 2/2)

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Virgil barely remembered his father at this point. It had been almost twelve years by then, why would he have to?

After all, it wasnt as if he had been the only family member to give Virgil any attention, or to sing him to sleep or lecture him about running in front of cars without watching the roads.

Oh no, Virgil's remaining parent, Lucan, was perfectly adequate.

It wasnt as if Virgil spent most of his life afraid of his father.

When Lucan was unemployed his time was spent yelling at Virgil's favorite parent, Patton.

After Patton died, Lucan became distant, his eyes hollow, his expression tense.

He didnt even realize when Virgil cut his hair for the first time, a half-hazard cut that had marked Virgil's first steps into his true self.

Lucan's absence only intensified when he did finally get a job, and more money than Virgil really thought he needed.

He didnt notice the money spent on a binder.

Nor the boyfriend constantly being smuggled into his room.

And Virgil shouldnt have cared, honestly it was probably good for him not to be around Lucan.

But he wanted the attention, he was desperate for it, and he'd do anything to get it.

"Viv, sweetheart, baby, it's not healthy. . ." Virgil groaned slightly at the phrase as Roman ran his hands through his hair.

"But I dont get it! I do all this stuff that wouldve made him explode if I did it when I was younger! What's so different now!" He responded, now sitting upright to look at his boyfriend.

"Well for one, you're almost an adult, for two, he has a job, for three, why would you want that kind of attention????" Roman said, now grabbing the sides of Virgil's face.

"I dont know! I just want to feel something ok!" Virgil responded.

"Baby. . ." Roman pulled Virgil close so his face was buried in Roman's chest.

"You wanna talk about prom?. . ." Virgil murmured.

"What about prom?" Roman said.

"Do you think we'll be prom royalty?" Virgil asked.

"Do you want to be?" Roman said, brushing his thumb against the lower part of Virgil's neck.

"Mhm. . ." Virgil said quietly.

"Well then you'd better start working on it huh?" Roman said, Virgil nodded.

And so that's what he did, and out of it, he got exactly what he wanted. Lucan had taken an acute interest in Virgil's securing of that crown, and Virgil was going to ride that high for as long as possible.

Until a new threat had approached, Emile Picani, straight-A student, had lost a leg in a wreck a few weeks ago.

And now, all the prom attention was going to him.

Virgil couldnt have that.

"Virgil, listen to me closely," virgil had been sitting with his father nightly in order to debate their plans.

"Life- is exactly like prom, you absolutely have to win, or you will be crushed. Not to mention, it would have devastated your father, and you dont want that do you?" Lucan said coldly, Virgil nodded.

He hadnt seen Roman in quite some time, and the few times he had, they'd argued to no end.

"You're to caught up in this! If you were doing this for yourself youd just let Emile win and be done with it!" Virgil rarely saw Roman this angry, and it was- confusing.

Didnt he get it?

Didnt he understand?

If they didnt win- they'd be failures, they'd never amount to anything!

"You know what- Virgil, if you cant get your act together- I'm taking Emile to senior prom instead.

Virgil froze.

"Wh- but- Roman you cant do that! What about us? What about our crown?" Virgil said, grasping for Roman's hoodie as he walked away.

"You can wear the crown alone. Since you seem to love it more than me." Was the only thing Roman said before he disappeared around the corner.

Virgil was devastated.

"Come on Virgil, why be so calm about this! Theres no room for pirnces at prom," was Lucan's only advice.

And it was advice Virgil repeated for days.

He hadnt taken off the dress he bought since the day he'd bought it.

His mirror's were all shattered.

His hands covered in blood from broken glass.

His face covered in smudged and running makeup.

There were six reasons he was like this.

Roman, who'd left him vulnerable.

Remus, Roman's brother, Virgil wasnt sure how- but he must have had something to do with Roman's betrayal.

Logan, Janus, and Remy, the prom committee, they likely counted those votes, they controlled how much of Virgil's campaign was seen, they probably hid it away.

And Emile, Emile who's stupid pity votes had cost him his boyfriend and his crown and his one shot at attention.

Virgil glanced for a few moments at the knife laying on his bedside table, he wasnt sure when he'd put it there, it was bent out of shape, like it'd been beat by a rock.

And he made a decision.

It was easy, really, his kingdom needed protection, he was just taking out threats.

A simple drop of poison in Logan's chalice was enough.

A stray rock took care of Remus just as easily.

The blunt end of a bat handled the issue of Remy.

He relished in the cheers as his subjects discovered the remains of Janus, scattered across the school like rose petals.

And he saved a special treatment for his ex-lover.

His hands fit comfortably around Roman's throat, it was strange, really, to be in the situation.

It almost hurt when bubbles stopped forming from under the water.

And then he found his crown, he was surrounded by cheers.

And he was even more thrilled with the arrival of another prince, this one willing to dance, and escort him to his castle.

And waiting there, Patton, but something seemed. . . Off.

"Papa? Do you like the castle! Its huge isnt it!" Virgil tried his best to get his father's excitement as high as his.

"Virgil. . . It's not real- you're in a cell sweetie. . ." Patton said.

Virgil looked around again.

There were an odd amount of stripes in the castle.

He went over the events in his head.

"But- I saved everyone! Is it because I didnt get all the enemies?" Virgil whispered, now realizing- he'd never taken down Emile.

"They werent enemies sweetie. . . You were warped. . . Your father twisted everything about you so he wouldnt have to deal with you. . ." Patton said, his hand resting on Virgil's cheek.

Virgil went over the events again.

And again.

And then he broke.

He screamed and cried and threw himself against the walls as he realized just what had happened.

And with each hit, Patton's grip on his shoulders seemed to feel more and more solid.

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bowtied-pasta · 4 years

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I AM BEGGING YOU!!!! Please please please write a scenario of the scar soulmate au where the person meets Jeff and the scars all make sense. Please, I love your writing!

Bruh, this dude is messed up. If you cant find him based on your scars alone, then how blind are you... like....???

The day you wake up scarred beyond recognition, you have a panic attack. Your family busting down the bathroom door to see your form on the floor, grasping your face.

Its definetly a shock, waking up to see yourself changed so drastically without warning. But the hospital you are sped to says that nothing can be done. They arent your scars.

Your family would pull you out of school to make sure you arent bullied, worried that it would only prove to make your psychological situation even worse than it currently was.

Of course, that can only last so long. And you certainly arent the only person out there with such agressive scarring. And that is proven correct, as the housemate you move in with, while nice, has their eyes whited out.

They assure you that they arent blind, that their soulmate is the reason for it, even though they dont supply details and change the subject whenever you ask.

You eventually reached a point of friendship with them that you were trusted enough to learn about the deeply engrained burn mark on their back. Almost like a brand.

One night, after about 6 months into you living at your new place, your roommate/friend tells you that they will be out late and not to stay up. They will be bringing back their soulmate, who is extremely shy around people, and they would appreciate if you could stay as quiet as possible.

You see no issue with doing so, making sure you were in your room and ready for sleep before the agreed time that your friend said they would probably be back.

You wonder briefly how a person could be so shy that they cant be introduced to a stranger they will likely never meet again, but dont ponder on it too much before deciding now would be a good time to sleep, drifting off almost effortlessly.

You wake up and its still very dark outside, glancing at your clock in the corner and seeing it read 3am

You groan a bit before getting up, not knowing what woke you, but knowing you would have a hard time getting back to sleep and feeling rather thirsty.

You pause at the door, hand hovering over the handle, contemplating of your friends soulmate had left yet. You wanted to respect their wishes and make sure their soulmate was confortable. But then you considered the time. It wasnt very likely that they would stick around this late, right? Your friend would have told you, right?

You decide that yes, they would have told you, so you open the door. Silently, as you are positive that your roommate is sleeping and dont want to wake them.

You pad your way softly to the kitchen, going about the motions to get a glass of water and as you turn to head back upstairs, a hand grabs you from behind, clamping over your mouth to keep you silent.

You drop the glass and hear a growl near your ear before the person speaks. “Jeff, what the fuck are you doing here?”

You shake in fear, tears forming in the corner of your eyes as you process what he just said. He takes his hand off of you and moves to stand in front of you.

“... who is Jeff?” Its the only thing you can reply with as you are faced with a dark silhouette, the man being backlit as he looms over you.

Your answer seems to take him aback however, and the kitchen light turns on to show your roommate standing there with their arms crossed.

“Jack, what did I say about going near my roommate?” They look pretty pissed. Seeming to stare him down across the room, glass shards and water creating a rather effective barrier between them.

“But this isnt your roommate... its... Jeff???” He seems almost confused until he gets a closer look at you, and you at him.

Hes terrifying to behold. Grey skin and voids for eyes. You wonder how he can even see.

“How could you have mistaken (y/n) for.... oh.... oh shit. Well, I guess youre right. I’m a moron for missing it for this long.” Your roommate seems to have an epiphany of sorts, pulling out their phone to send a message apparently.

“Are you seriously going to tell him? I was going to have some fun dragging it out, making him earn his soulmate.” Jack says, looking over to you shortly, “no offense to you, I just hate his guts most of the time.”

You are unable to respond, still very much taking it all in.

There is a demon? In your kitchen... who is your roommates soulmate... and they are talking about a Jeff?

“He said, and I quote, ‘fuck you too, I will show up when I show up.” Your roommate rolls their eyes, putting their phone away and grabbing a broom. Sweeping all the glass away to the side of the room.

“Loser doesnt deserve to get this this easy. I suppose I still get to have my fun though.” Jack says as he walks over to your friend, before proceeding to act all lovey right in front of you.

“Jack, stop it. Not in front of-“

And the door is suddenly kicked down, making you jump as it hits the wall, creating a door knob sized hole in the plaster.

In the door, you see a man that looks almost exactly like you.... “Sup bitches, you messaged me about something that needed my attenti....on....” and that was when he locks eyes on you.

#jeff #jeff the killer #soulmate au

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irwinkitten · 5 years

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i know you know | c.h

pairing: reader x calum prompts: “That is the dumbest thing you have ever said.”, “You’re so cute when you’re drunk.” and “You drove all the way here just to bring me soup?” notes: we are on day 2 of the birthday countdown of fic week! i’ve honestly been having so much fun writing these. this one is just sweet sweet fluff that will rot your teeth. Small masterlist of the fic week can be found here. warnings: none word count: 1.7k!

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You knew that Calum wouldn’t be mad at you. It was a rare time in LA when the temperature had dropped enough to be considered cold and it was your bad luck that you got sick.

You knew he’d planned something special but with every part of your body hurting, you knew you wouldn’t be able to make it off your bed, let alone out of your house.

‘I know you had something planned but I can’t move without hurting. Sorry :(‘

Your eyes had tiredly watched the grey bubble appear, focusing on the movement. You didn’t even notice your eyes were slipping closed.

Your phone dropped to the mattress just as Calum’s reply came through, a soft snore escaping your lips as his text lit up the screen.

‘I’ll drop by after practice and look after you. That way you might actually eat something.’

When Calum had finished up at practise for the day and shown up at yours, he let himself in with the key you’d given him six months after you’d gotten together. He’d done the same a month later, gifting you with a key to his place.

As he manoeuvred through your place, he dropped the carrier bag containing the various soups he’d picked up for you, leaving them on the side for the moment before he continued his search for you.

Cracking open your bedroom door, his heart melted at the sight of you curled on your side, your phone in the empty space where he’d usually be. Moving slowly and carefully, he moved your phone from the bed before sinking down into it, feeling amusement flood him as you turned towards him, your arms seemingly searching for him.

“Hey princess.” He murmured when your arm had wrapped around his waist. It took you a solid moment to realise that Calum was actually sat there.

“What’re you doin’ here?” Your words were half slurred, exhaustion evident as you pressed yourself into his side. He smiled.

“You’re so cute when you’re drunk.” He teased as you fought to keep your eyes open. You groaned at him as your face buried into the pillow, making him chuckle.

“M’not drunk, asshole. M’sick.” You grumbled softly and he let his fingers trace against your cheek slowly, his eyes crinkled in amusement. “Why’re you here? Don’t want you gettin’ sick.” Despite your words, you leaned into his touch.

It was always like this with him, unable to resist the smaller touches the two of you shared. It was a side that he showed only for you, and it was a side of him that you cherished. Many of your favourite nights had been just lay together, hands skimming over the other as you watched a sitcom or had soft music playing as you quietly talked about your days.

“My favourite girl is sick. The guys can survive without me for a few days.” He whispered, lips lips pressing against your forehead.

“You’re gonna get sick.” You groaned and he snorted before shaking his head.

“Even if I do, it just means we can be sick together.” His words made you blink for a second, trying to process what he actually said. He raised an eyebrow at you before you lifted your hand, placing the back of it against his forehead, before moving to his cheeks.

He laughed before his arms circled around you, pulling you closer to him and you groaned in protest.

“That is the dumbest thing you’ve ever said, Hood. I thought I’d gotten delirious from fever for a second because it sounded like you’re trying to get sick just for an excuse to stay with me.”

Calum grinned as he pressed a soft kiss to your temple and you tried to pull away, determined to not get him sick.

“C’mon princess, is it not the best idea in the world? It means we can both cuddle together, although I’m going to cuddle you regardless.” His grip tightened around you and you knew in that moment that any argument you had was lost.

Especially when he pushed his lips out into a pout and you whined in return.

“You can’t do that to me Hood. You know I’m a weak ass bitch for that pout.” You muttered and you could see that he was fighting the smile, his lips twitching before he gave in, a laugh escaping his lips seconds later.

“It’s only fair, considering I can never say no to you, love.” He murmured. This time, you didn’t fight him as his lips met the skin of your forehead and you sighed in response.

“Get out of those jeans, no, nothing like that.” You added on hastily at the smirk that rapidly spread across his lips. “You’re in skinny jeans, dumbass. If you want to snuggle, get changed into something comfy and I might consider cuddling.”

Calum finally let go of you, pushing himself off the bed before rummaging through the drawer of stuff he left at yours. Whilst he was getting changed, you half dragged yourself from bed, your body protesting the movement as you shuffled through to the kitchen.

Getting yourself a glass of water, leaning against the counter as you tried to gain your breath, you felt somewhat ridiculous.

You could feel the few beads of sweat and you felt like you’d run a mile. Your body was protesting, your joints aching as you downed half the glass. You suddenly realised why Calum had been so insistent on staying with you and when he appeared at the kitchen doorway, with a raised eyebrow and his arms crossed over his chest, you could only give him a sheepish smile in response.

“I was thirsty?” You tried, your tone quiet. The unimpressed looked you received in return had you glancing down at your feet.

A sigh followed before fingers were tucked under your chin, tilting your head up. Your eyes met his and he gave you the briefest of smiles.

“Let me look after you, princess. You’re not well. I already warned the guys after I got your text, so they know I’m skipping out on practice for the rest of the week. If I get sick because I’m looking after you, then it just means more days in bed with you.” He murmured and you sighed, your body relaxing into his.

“Sorry, I just feel bad that you’re looking after me.”

“Does it look like I’m not okay with it? Princess, I’m wounded you’d even think that. I even brought you soup.” He teased playfully. “I’m fine with looking after you and it means more time with you. Who wouldn’t say no to that?” Calum hummed quietly and your eyebrows rose up slightly in amusement.

“So you drove all the way here just to bring me soup?” He groaned, resting his forehead against yours.

“You’re impossible. Here I am, trying to tell you that I want to look after you and all you can pick up on is that I brought soup over. Is there a receipt around somewhere so I can take you back to the store?” You giggled, your hands resting on his chest as you tilted your head a small fraction, your lips meeting his. It was a short, sweet kiss, causing his lips to break out into a shy smile and his arms moved so that they were wrapped around you, pulling your body flush against his.

“I love you so much, you know that right?” He murmured. Your heart skipped a beat every time he told you. Whether it was during or after sex, on quiet drives around the city at night, on hikes up the local hills with Duke in tow, it never failed to make your heart flutter.

It was the soft moments you shared when he murmured those words to you that you loved. It was just you two, and a love that you held so carefully because the heart in your hands had been hurt before. And so when he first said those words after a night spent at his and you’d been trying to cook breakfast for the two of you, you dropped nearly dropped the pan because you’d been so caught off guard.

He’d laughed seconds later when you muttered “I love you too, but we’re going to have issues if you don’t help me clean the mess you helped cause.”

But in this moment, full of a cold and he was still saying those words that made your heart swell.

“I do know it. And I know that you know I love you just as much.” You murmured in return and his lips curved up into a cheeky grin.

“Someone’s been watching too much FRIENDS.” You snorted at that.

“No, I’m just feeling delirious and exhausted. Wait---Cal!” You protested as he picked you up with ease, your legs wrapping around his waist so the two of you wouldn’t tumble to the floor.

“Princess, you looked like you were going to pass out when I got to the kitchen. I wasn’t about to make you walk back to your room.”

You groaned, but didn’t protest any further as he dropped you on the bed, ditching the shirt he was wearing and despite the beautiful sight before you, a groan escaped your lips.

“I swear to god, if you even utter anything along the lines of sex is good when you’re not well, I will take your soup cans and shove them where the sun doesn’t shine.” You warned him and he laughed as he tossed his shirt onto his pile of clothes before crawling into bed beside you.

“I promise you, I won’t try anything unless you want it. But I know you like tracing my tattoos, even when you can’t see them. So I figured it’d be a small thing to make you feel somewhat human.” If your heart wasn’t melted already, it certainly was now.

As you settled yourself into his side, you pressed a kiss to his cheek.

“I really do love you.” You murmured softly as his arm wrapped around you, fingers playing with the ends of your hair.

“I love you too, princess.”

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adelesbian · 5 years

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Reed Richards let out one large puff of smoke staring at it as it disappeared wanting to explain it, but he was too distracted by Victor stroked his hair thoughtlessly. Victor was also high; they were a couple of high fools together smoking some weed that Victor had stashed away. Reed didn’t usually smoke socially mostly because he didn’t do much of anything socially, but here he was in Victor von Doom’s dorm wishing he hadn’t gone.

Victor’s fingers crawled down to his shoulders. It felt like he was playing music on his body as he thoughtlessly ran his hands on Reed. “Are you playing me?” Reed asked taking one of Victor’s hands in his own and staring at it.

“No,” Victor said softly drawing Reed’s hand up to his lips kissing his fingertips.

Reed stared for a moment then kissed Victor. It was sloppy and frantic and rough, there was too much tongue, he missed at first and had to move to actually find Victor’s lips. Reed crawled into Victor’s lap grinding his hips against him. Victor tore off Reed’s shirt and threw it onto the floor.

“Ben is gonna be pissed,” Reed mumbled as Victor sucked on his neck. That would leave a mark.

“Why should he be worried of our doings?” Victor asked as Reed slipped his shirt off of him.

“He hates you, remember?” Reed said as Victor pushed him back onto the couch.

“Take off your pants,” Victor commanded, and Reed obliged fumbling with his zipper and finally kicking them onto the floor.

Victor straddled Reed then took Reed’s chin in his hand and drew him to him. He bent down and kissed him. His teeth clashed against Reed’s at first as he decided how he wanted to take Reed’s kiss. He finally placed his lips on Reed’s more gently than Reed thought he would. Reed reached up and drew him towards him until he was crouching over him.

“Fuck me, please,” Reed whispered in Victor’s ear.

Victor stood up to discard his pants on the floor. “But first,” he said as he slipped himself out of his boxers, “on your knees.”

Reed woke up sore next to Victor with no memory of the events of the night before. Obviously, he knew what happened because it didn’t take a genius to realize that he and Victor fucked, and he was a genius. If his clothing strewn around the room didn’t give it away, Victor’s hand on his ass definitely did.

“I have to go. I have class,” Reed said getting out of Victor’s bed and grabbing his clothes off the floor. Victor mumbled something after him but didn’t make any moves to get out of bed.

He raced to his dorm to shower and change out of his clothes which smelled awful. He bumped into Ben as he rushed inside.

“Ya look terrible,” Ben said catching Reed by the arm. His eyes drifted to the hickeys and bite marks all over Reed’s neck and his eyes widened. “Who did all this?”

“I need to shower and change and get to class,” Reed said.

Ben let him go, and Reed slipped inside their dorm to grab some clothes and his shower caddy then rushed to the showers. While he showered he inspected the marks on his body from his night with Victor. They were many, but that was what was to be expected from someone like Victor. He looked up into the hot water and closed his eyes. What was he doing? God, what was he going to do?

Apparently, what he was going to do was ignore the issue. He avoided Victor when he could which did not please Doom. This went on for weeks. Reed found every way to avoid Victor, but it could only last so long. Victor was pissed.

Reed was going to class when Victor cornered him. “Would you please get out of my way,” Reed said cooly which only made Victor seeth more.

“So, you have chosen to ignore what happened between us,” Victor said crossing his arms.

“And what happened between us?” Reed asked.

“Do not play ignorant with me. You are not a fool,” Victor said.

“We had sex. Is that what you want me to say? What is there to talk about?” Reed hissed.

“I will not be used,” Victor said. His eyes narrowing.

“I was high. I wasn’t in the position to use anyone,” Reed said.

“Then why did we not speak afterward, and why did you choose to avoid me?” Victor asked.

Reed winced knowing that what he did was not right. “Because I was scared,” Reed admitted and his voice shook. “I’ve never had sex with a man before.”

“Is that all?” Victor asked dropping his arms to his side. His face grew as soft as it could for a moment.

Reed looked away. “Look, I have a lot of things going on. I don’t need another distraction,” he said lying.

Victor took a step towards him, and Reed flatted on the wall. “I am a distraction to you?” he asked running his finger along Reed’s chin. Reed’s eyes widened.

“Ben has a class for the next couple hours,” Reed blurted out.

Victor smirked. “Willing to skip class for a taste of me, I see,” he said leaning down and catching Reed’s mouth with his. Reed strained to hold onto Victor’s lips as he pulled away.

Reed ripped off his sheets and tossed them into his hamper. He looked around his room at everything he just cleaned partly proud of himself for cleaning up their mess in so little time and partly ashamed of what he and Victor did. Ben walked in and took a moment to admire how even his side of the room was neat.

“What, uh, brought this on?” Ben asked.

Reed shrugged not trusting himself to lie to Ben about something like this. Ben dropped his bags and sat down on the couch getting comfortable. Reed winced thinking about how he sucked Victor off right where Ben was sitting. He couldn’t hide this from Ben forever; he had to tell him.

Unfortunately, Ben found out in the worst way possible. Reed put a sock on the doorknob like they said they would if they ever brought someone back to the dorm, but back then Reed never imagined needing to use it. Ben must have gotten accustomed to not having to worry about Reed having sex because he came in despite the warning.

At first Ben didn’t know what was wrong. “Some joker put a sock on tha door…” he said blissfully unaware of what was going on, but that blissful ignorance didn’t last long enough. Reed and Victor were fucking on the desk which was partially out of the way of the door so he didn’t see them until he turned to look towards Reed exclamations of surprise.

“What tha fuck!?” Ben shouted.

“Get out you clodding oaf,” Victor shouted.

Ben got out of the room as quickly as he could wishing he could rip his eyes out. His only comfort was that both Reed and Victor were partially clothed.

“So,” Reed said as Ben finally came back to their dorm. He stood as far as he could from Reed glaring at him. “I'm sorry you saw that.”

“Cut tha shit, Reed. Where?” Ben said looking around the dorm.

“Where?”

“Where all have you two fucked?”

Reed turned red as he thought of all the places he and Victor fucked in the dorm room alone. “Are you sure you want to know?” Reed asked.

“Just tell me, Reed,” Ben insisted.

“The, uh, couch, my bed, my desk,” Ben let out a grumble when he said the desk. Obviously, they fucked on the desk he was there, “I think, that’s all…” It wasn’t, but he wanted to spare him some of the discomforts of knowing all the places that he and Victor fucked.

“Outta all people,” Ben asked, “why him?”

Reed rubbed the bridge of his nose. “It wasn’t planned,” he said.

“He’s such a jerk,” Ben said.

“He’s not bad high, I guess,” Reed said under his breath. Ben’s head jerked around to look at him.

“You fucked while high?” Ben exclaimed.

“I don’t want to talk about it,” Reed said.

“Are you datin’?” Ben asked his disapproval was all over his face.

“No,” Reed said, “I believe the term is friends-with-benefits.”

“That’s disgustin’,” Ben said shaking his head.

Reed tucked a strand of Sue’s hair behind her ear smiling. “You’re beautiful,” he said bending down to kiss her. It was barely a peck, but it was enough to make Reed feel like he was on top of the world.

Reed went back to his apartment thinking about how he was the luckiest man alive. His phone was ringing off the hook so he answered it. It was Ben on the other line.

“Your pal Victor did somethin’ really stupid. Ya better come fast.”

Victor’s whole face was bandaged up, and he laid out in the hospital bed weak from the accident. Reed sat in the chair next to him so that he would have someone to wake up to when he finally regained consciousness.

“Reed?” Victor’s voice was soft and strained.

Reed stood up placing his book to the side and leaning over Victor’s bedside. “Hey, how are you feeling?” he asked.

“I feel as if I were hit by a freight train,” Victor said reaching his hands up only to find that he was connected to all kinds of drips and cords.

“I’m glad you’re awake,” Reed said touching his hand gently.

“My face, it sears,” Victor said. “I’ve never known such pain.”

“Do you want me to call a nurse?” Reed asked.

“No, I do not wish for anyone to see me like this,” Victor said.

“How did this happen?” Reed asked pulling a chair up.

“I don’t wish to speak of it,” Victor said looking away from Reed.

Reed and Victor sat in silence for a while. Reed stood up grabbing his book and the rest of his things. “I have to go. I have class,” he said. Victor mumbled something after him seemingly dozing off.

Ben met Reed outside of the hospital. “Did ya tell him that he was expelled?” he asked.

Reed shook his head. “I didn’t have the heart. I’ve never seen him that vulnerable before,” he said.

“Hey, you’re with Suzie now,” Ben said.

“I don’t have feelings for him. I just feel terrible about what happened,” Reed said.

When Victor’s bandages were taken off, and he looked into the mirror and his heart sunk. A scar ran across his face ruining his once attractive face making him disfigured and in his eyes ugly. He beat his fist into the mirror, and it shattered under his strength. Pieces of glass ripped at his skin and blood ran down his hand. He sunk down to the floor holding his hand and let out a strangled sob.

No one came to see him for days and he stewed in his misery. Reed finally visited knowing that he was the closest thing Victor had to a friend. He found him sunk on the floor, his hand unbandaged, and him unwashed.

“Leave,” Doom said his voice stronger than he looked.

“Let me look at your hand,” Reed said kneeling down next to him and touching the blooding hand.

Doom snatched it away. “I said leave.”

“Victor, it could get infected then you could lose your hand. You have enough to worry about already,” Reed said taking his hand and inspecting it.

Victor looked up at Reed, and Reed finally saw the scar that disfigured one side of his face. He made no comment as he drew Victor up and to the sink to clean the cut. He ran hot water over the cut washing off the blood so that he could get a better look of the cut underneath. Victor winced. Reed sat him on the toilet and grabbed some alcohol from under the sink which he put on a cotton ball and dabbed gently on the cut. Victor cussed under his breath in what Reed assumed was Latverian. Reed found some bandages and wrapped Victor’s hand tightly.

“Now, you need to bathe yourself,” Reed said. “Can you do that on your own?”

“Yes,” Victor said his voice softer than when he demanded that Reed leave. Reed started the bath for him then made a move to leave before he saw how Victor struggled with his clothing. Reed helped him take off his shirt and pants but left him in his boxers.

Reed left the bathroom before Victor sunk into the bath. Victor emerged half an hour later in a towel. His hair was still dripping wet, but he looked better than he had been curled on the ground in anguish. Victor sat next to Reed and leaned his head on his shoulder.

“Thank you,” he said softly.

“It was nothing,” Reed said tucking his arm around Victor’s waist in an awkward half-hug.

Victor sat up and leaned in to kiss Reed. Reed winced and moved away. Doom reached for his face and moved away from Reed his eyes wide.

“Even you recoil from me because of my hideous scar,” Doom said.

“It’s not that Victor. I’m seeing someone,” Reed said softly.

“So you’ve moved on so quickly just when I needed you the most,” Doom hissed.

“Moved on? From what?” Reed asked confused.

Doom’s face grew hard, and he pointed to the door. “Out!”

“Victor, I-”

“OUT!”

Seeing Reed was torture. Victor blamed him for everything, the accident, getting expelled… breaking his heart. If he weren’t so obsessed… in love with… Reed, none of this would have happened. He would have done the calculations right, he would have been successful, he would have freed his mother… So bitterly he held onto these feelings following a path that was forged with hate. It was years after that he saw Reed again and despite the time his anger had not faded, but rather it grew and grew until it was something monstrous. Any love that he knew for Reed was long gone and replaced with abhorrence. Reed was his most hated rival but once his only friend.

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uarcana · 5 years

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Home Sweet Home Pt. IV

An exhausted sigh floated from Aizawa’s lips as he planted himself upon the small dock behind the farmhouse.

The fact that his muscles ached even a little was slightly embarrassing.

Somehow pro hero work seemed a lot easier than harvesting 375 peaches followed by 4 hours of fishing.

Thankfully, Aoi knew this and planned ahead. A nice hot bath was exactly what he needed for his soreness and to cure the uncomfortable sensation of the sticky sweat that had engulfed his body.

“Feel better?”, Aoi lightly chuckled as she lowered an iced cold bottle of brew beside his face.

“Yeah...”, the man replied with a soft smile. “Thanks”.

“Don’t sweat it”, Aoi replied, taking her seat beside him, her exposed toes just barely grazing the still waters below.

The moonlight dancing upon its surface illuminating her delicate pale flesh.

“Gotta say”, Aoi suddenly spoke up, taking a light swig of her beer, “you bagged a pretty nice haul”, the woman smiled as she gestured toward the plethora of fish set on the other side of Aizawa.

“I’m impressed”.

“Well, I can guarantee if I was on my own, I probably would’ve brought in a lot less”, the man modestly claimed.

“You’re probably right”, the woman joked with a smirk, “but I’ll let you have this one, anyway”.

A light chuckle erupted from the man’s throat as he finally took a swig of his drink.

Further ahead toward the horizon, Shota spotted a pair of koi leaping from the waters in rhythmic formation.

Neither of them missing a beat.

“Remember when I used to hate you?”

Aizawa rose his attention toward the woman whom was marveling in the same view.

“You never could’ve asked me to work with you like that”, she chuckled as she took another sip of her drink.

“Hm...yeah”, the man smirked lightly as he returned his attention to the water. “You were a real piece of work...”.

“I do my best”, the woman joked with a smile.

“Why was that, anyway?”

“I don’t even remember”, the woman shrugged. “Some stupid teenage angst or something...you lose a lot of useless memories after 14 years”.

“Guess so...”, Aizawa replied taking another swig of his beverage.

Glancing upward toward the billions of stars that speckled the moonlit sky.

“I gotta say though...”, Shota softly sighed, “certainly can’t forget this view...”.

“You definitely don’t get this in Musu”, Aoi added.

“Honestly, with how things have been going, I’ve been too busy to notice”.

“Hm”, the woman lightly chuckled, “sounds like you need a vacation, Eraser”.

“That’s putting it mildly...”, the man sighed in light frustration, “...but it wouldn’t be rational for me to take one so soon. Not with everything that’s happened...”.

“So...business as usual, huh?”

“Until we get a handle on this uprising villain issue, it seems that way”.

“Well”, Aoi’s tone softened as her grip upon the chilly bottle tightened, “...maybe next time you visit...it won’t have to be for business”.

Shota’s heart pulsed upon her words.

As he shifted his gaze to her delicately firm build, he could sense a foreign vulnerability replacing her usual aura.

It was lighter.

Much more...vibrant.

And it deemed itself all the more familiar...

The more he took in the view of her porcelain flesh innocently seeping out of the collar of her loose knit dress, the more he reminisced on its taste...it’s silky texture.

This moment reminded him of the past.

Of how she used to give herself to him.

Aoi could feel his black gaze burning into her. She feared to look herself...but it beckoned her.

Lowering her crystal spheres to meet the men beside her, she nearly swooned at the intense electric rush that surged within her.

Shota was like a wolf that hadn’t been fed in years...

10 to be exact.

So much of who she was back then had fleeted...but it never changed how she felt...

How much she loved him.

Aoi knew what he felt...but...in her years of isolation and Shota’s stubbornness toward expressing this, she had somewhat forgotten.

Did it mean enough to him to take this chance?

Or was it still all business...?

“Well...”, the man started, downing the remainder of his drink, “I think we should call it a night...”.

Aoi felt a light crack in her ear as the man rose to his feet...her chest weighing heavy.

With his back turned toward her, his hands shoved into his pockets, he couldn’t see the woman fighting back the tears that were uncontrollably filling her eyes.

“Big day tomorrow...”, he stated with a heavy sigh, “...can’t afford any distractions”.

“Y-Yeah...”, Aoi nodded to herself as the man trudged toward the guest lodge.

His pocketed fists tightening in agony as he left the broken woman on the wooden dock.

Once he disappeared from sight, Aoi was able to find the strength to make her way back inside her house.

After haphazardly dropped the empty beer bottles into the trash, she grabbed an empty class from her cabinet, filling it to the brim with straight vodka.

The all familiar sound of the liquid crashing against the glass awakening the once sleeping Sake, leaving her to watch her master helplessly as she lifted the glass above her head, light droplets slipping down the sides onto the floor.

“For business...as usual”, the woman sighed as she gulped down the bitter liquid. The harsh acidity scorching her throat.

Aoi all but heard Sake’s somber chirp as she poured another full glass of poison, once again raising it above her head.

“And one more just for kicks...”, she whispered to herself before downing contents of her glass, same as before.

Pure anguish burdened Shota’s soul as he watched in clear view from the lodge into Aoi’s open kitchen window.

In the state she’s in, she wouldn’t care that it was open...she wouldn’t care who saw...she just cared about the numbness that would take hold of her afterward...the numbness from everything in the world...

The only bright side was that this numbness would put her to sleep...and she would be safe...

...and it wasn’t until he saw the final light in her room go black, that he could finally find sleep.

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wendihoe · 6 years

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Hey! Idk if this is something you'd like to write, but I was thinking of maybe Ryan being protective over Shane?? I hope this isn't too out of character for you, but if it is, feel free to ignore! :)

Hey! So this was a little crazy to write because I really couldn’t get my footing with the story and how I wanted it because there is such a thin line between protective and jealous. I hope you enjoy!!

This, this was unusual. He was completely aware of how strange this whole situation was but that didn't stop it from happening. That didn't stop him from taking a nervous sip from his beer, eyes fixed on his tall friend and it sure as hell didn't stop his friend from downing another shot.

Ryan wishes he knew what was bothering Shane. For the past couple of weeks, something hadn't been right, there was a shift in him but for the life of him he couldn't figure out what was wrong. Tonight, whatever demons Shane had been battling seemed to have won and he was trying to deal with it with copious amounts of alcohol. A treatment Ryan wasn't a fan of.

Usually, Shane was the one to do this. The one to show up in his times of crisis and solve the issues. He was always the ones with the comforting words and easy suggestion on how to fix everything. If Ryan were sappier he'd say Shane was his protector and having this switched felt odd. The uncommon urge to protect washed over him again just as it had every other time he watched Shane down a shot that night.

Ryan had lost count of how many times Shane had tipped back the shot glass that night but it was becoming increasingly apparent that he had had far too many as he started butting into other patrons conversations and laughing at his own jokes. Taking a deep breath and schooling his face, Ryan stood to approach his friend who had been catching with a guy who seemed a little too interested in his drunk friend for Ryan's liking.

Ryan moved up behind Shane, resting a hand on his arm, "Hey there, big guy. Time to head back to the hotel room, dontcha think?" Shane spared a glance at Ryan before looking away completely ignoring him, "Shane? We need to film tomorrow and ummm you might want some time in the morning to nurse the hangover I think you're gonna have."

Ryan would be lying if he said the next words that left Shane's mouth didn't hurt. He'd be lying if he said they didn't crack his heart just a little, "Maybe I don't want to go back with you." Ryan likes to lie to himself though. He's been lying for months. Every morning when he waked up alone he tells himself he doesn't have more than friendly feelings for his friend he's telling the biggest lie of them all.

But despite that all, Ryan has to be there for his friend. He can't let his own hurt and feelings interfere with what he knows is right, "Shane, dude, you're wasted and we're in another country. I can't leave you alone."

Shane turned and opened his mouth to say something when the man he was talking to interrupted, "He won't be alone, we were just talking about going back to my place."

Do you ever have a moment in your life where you know what you do then and there will set you on a lifelong path? You know what you say and what you do is important?

Ryan had several choices in front of him. He could get jealous, yank Shane out the pub and back to the hotel, yelling about how he loves him and how could he be so thick all this time. He could walk out, leave Shane with this man, he was an adult he could make his own choices. He could tell the guy to back off, tell him Shane was his, but that isn't true, they all know that.

But Ryan wasn't any of those people. He had to be Shane tonight. He had to protect his friend in the gentlest way. Try and protect him.

Ryan took a deep breath, he could feel Shane's eyes on him. Shane was curious as to what he was going to do. Ryan ignored the man and fixed his eyes on Shane. Shane seemed to give up the second their eyes met, "Come on."

Shane spared a glance at the man and shrugged. He didn't look that upset. Shane stood and pulled his jacket on, "Okay."

"Okay," Ryan whispered gentle guiding Shane out of the pub. He could feel the man watching them but when he turned around to look he was already moving to another person.

The ride back to the hotel was silent, something Ryan was thankful for, it wasnt uncomfortable but they could both feel unspoken words hanging in the air. He hoped Shane wouldn't remember this in the morning, it all felt too weird and out of character. He just wanted to be back in their comfort zone. He never thought he would think this but he wishes he was in a haunted house, scared but knowing Shane would protect him.

"I'm sorry," Shane mumbled looking out the passenger window. Ryan squeezed the steering wheel.

"You have nothing to be sorry for. We've all been a little too drunk for our own good once or twice," Ryan said back just as quietly, feeling that if he spoke louder something would shatter.

"S'not that," Shane said, "The man," Ryan didn't say anything so Shane continued, "I think I like you, not him."

Ryan swallowed thickly, keeping his eyes on the road, "You're drunk."

"Maybe."

Ryan unlocked the hotel door and guided Shane to his bed, "Come on, take your shoes off and get in."

Shane followed the instructions the way a drunk man does before collapsing onto the covers. Ryan signed and yanked some covers over his friend, "Thank you. For everything."

"You would have done the same thing. We look out for each other."

Shane seemed content with the answer because he didn't say anything else for a while, "I meant it, you know?" It was Ryan's turn to stay silent as he got himself ready for bed and set some aspirin and water beside Shane for the morning, "Ryan, I meant it."

"Okay, go to bed."

"Do you like me back?"

Ryan wishes in that moment he didn't have a heart. The drunken slurs of a man did nothing but hurt him, "It doesn't matter what I say you won't remember this in the morning. Please, just go to sleep."

"Fine."

Ryan woke to the sound of a groan his back to the other bed. He heard the sound of covers being tossed off and pills being gagged down. Shane got up and shuffled to the bathroom, Ryan listened to the telltale grunts and groans of a hangover.

After a few minutes, Shane came back in and sat on the edge of his bed, Ryan felt him staring, "I know you're awake."

Ryan feigned slumber for a few more seconds before rolling over, "And?"

"And I want to thank you again for last night."

Ryan clenched his fists on the blankets, "You remember last night?" Shane nodded. Ryan nodded back, "So..how much do you remember?"

"I remember a guy trying to get with me, I remember you cutting me off for the night and bringing us home," Ryan nodded. He didn't remember what he had said. It's for the best. He didn't mean it.

"Yep that's about it," Ryan said, standing and getting ready for the day, hoping to leave the previous night behind them. Shane had other plans.

"And I remember not getting an answer from you?" Ryan stood dumbfounded, mouth hanging open.

"Yes," Ryan breathed out.

"What?" Shane said standing.

"Yes to last nights question," Ryan said trying to hold back so many emotions.

"Yes?"

"Yes," Shane repeated letting the most beautiful smile slide onto his face.

Ryan might not be the toughest guy, or the strongest, or even the bravest but, by God, he continues to do his best to protect Shane as long as Shane will allow him.

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