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[pancakehouse]

i made pancakes today, and it’s illegal to make pancakes and not tell mads pancakehouse about it, i believe, so here i am being a law-abiding citizen !

oh my GOD y you had pancakes on a saturday… is there literally anything better than pancakes on a saturday perhaps only closely rivaled by pancakes on a sunday. or monday or tuesday or wednesday or—

[jibber-jibber-chicken-dinner]

I wish you would write a fic with Eddie x Reader’s first date

Eddie Diaz x Reader ㅡ request

♡ Title: This Is The Start (Of Something Beautiful)

♡ Word Count: 1,112 words.

♡ Relationship: Eddie Diaz x Reader (Gender Neutral!)

♡ Rating: General Audiences

♡ Warning: Not Applicable

♡ Summary: Tonight's the night; you and Eddie are going on your first official date together as a new couple. After waiting through your worries and insecurities, Eddie's presence reminds you that relationships don't have to be perfect for your partner to be perfect for you.

♡ Beta: Not Beta Read 

♡ Notes: Requested by the lovely @lonely-writer, we hope you enjoy this little one shot!

You nervously paced the room upon receiving a text from Eddie that he was coming to pick you up at 7 p.m.; in fifteen minutes.

You gave yourself a once over in the mirror by your front door, nervously worrying your lip between your teeth, unsure if you looked good enough. You thought you looked okay, but for your first date with Eddie, you wanted to look better than just okay.

You snapped a photo of yourself in the mirror with your phone and texted the photo to Buck;

At 6:46 p.m.: Does this look okay? Eddie and I are going out tonight. First date.

Buck at 6:46 p.m.: Right, how could I forget, you and Eddie have only brought it up to me like 15 thousand times, Y/N.

He sent a laughing and a wink emoji so you knew he was only teasing.

Buck at 6:47 p.m.: You look amazing. But Eddie likes YOU not your clothes. Have fun!

You smiled at the texts from Buck and sighed, pocketing your phone and continued to look yourself over in the mirror. You still worried it was too casual, or not casual enough; you didn't know where Eddie was planning on taking you. He'd wanted it to be a surprise.

Your phone chimed and you fished it out, surprised to see a photo attachment of Carla sitting with Christopher on the couch. She'd written a message, as well:

Carla at 6:50 p.m.: Have fun tonight!

Carla had sent a crazy amount of kissing and wink emojis which made you chuckle to yourself. Your heart swelled at the cheesy grin Christopher wore (and what looked like a smudge of pasta sauce on his chin; adorable). You were so attached to him and Eddie already.

You sent Carla a quick Thank you! before resting your phone on your thigh after sitting by the front door; not the classiest of positions to wait for your date in, but you were a bundle of nerves and excitement.

Soon enough, there was a knock at the door and you stumbled to your feet in less than two seconds; you peaked out through your peephole and sure enough, there was Eddie standing outside your door. You swallowed your nerves and took a deep inhale through your nose before opening the door.

Upon seeing you, Eddie’s face split into a grin. “God, Y/N,” he said, his voice full of fondness for you (and that alone was enough to make you blush; Eddie was fond of you!). “You look... Wow.” He bit his lip and chuckled nervously.

“You look pretty ‘wow’ yourself, Diaz.” You giggled, allowing him to step past your door frame before leaning forward to meet his lips in a kiss. His arms snaked around your middle, he held you close and squeezed you gently before pulling his lips away to lean his head back and look you over while holding you in his arms.

“I have never in my life seen someone as breathtaking as you.” He whispered and you blushed a deep shade of red. “Shut up,” you mumbled embarrassedly. “I must look like a tomato.”

You went to pull yourself away and out of his arms, but he held on firmly and gently at the same time. “Well then you are the best looking tomato I’ve ever seen.”

“That’s cheesy.” You teased, laughing and leaning forward to peck his lips before pulling away (this time he let you go) and rocking on the balls of your feet. “So where are we going? Am I dressed appropriately?”

“Didn’t Buck already tell you you look fine?”

“How did you-” You stopped upon realizing that Buck must’ve told Eddie you were nervously asking for his fashion advice. “That traitor.” You said light-heartedly. Eddie laughed.

“So Buck knows...?” You asked. “Knows where you’re taking us, I mean.”

“Well somebody had to help me pick some place nice enough to take you; I’m shit at planning these things.”

“Eddie, you know you could have taken us to McDonald’s and I would have been over the moon the entire time.”

The man rolled his eyes. “This is our first official date as a couple; I want it to be special, Y/N. I don’t date casually, and I haven’t even dated at all since Shannon-”

He cut himself off, a shadow falling over his eyes that’d been bright when he’d walked through your door. He swiped his tongue across his bottom lip, clearing his throat, and he cast his eyes down at the carpet.

“Hey.” You said softly, reaching out and lightly touching his arm over his shirt sleeve. He didn’t look up. You frowned.

“Eddie,” you said, more firmly this time. He looked up then. “I know how hard this probably is for you,” you began, taking both his hands in your own. “You know I’m not here to rush you. We’ll take this at your pace. But I need you to know how deeply I care for you and Christopher; I’d never do anything to hurt either of you. You’ve been hurt enough, both of you.” You said the last part quietly.

Eddie bit his lip and swallowed, trying to look away again but you caught his chin gently before he could do just that. He let out a shaky sigh and he nodded.

Slowly, you wrapped your arms around his waist and rested your chin atop his shoulder, squeezing him against you gently. “You deserve good things, too, Eddie.”

At that, you felt a tremor go through his body and felt him nod while his head rested against your own.

You pulled back only slightly to look him in the eyes. You lifted a brow, “Care to share where you’re taking us now?”

At once, his bright smile was back on his face and your heart skipped a bit. He chuckled and nodded. “Fine, fine. We’re going to Massilia in Santa Monica. I made the reservations, and we should probably get going if we want to get there at least a bit earlier than the reservation’s time.”

You squeezed his hands in yours. “Okay. Let me lock up and I’ll meet you in your truck.” You said.

He kissed your temple and headed out the door. You punched in the digits for the alarm before you grabbed your keys and a denim jacket in case the temperature dropped after dinner and you both decided to go for a walk.

You locked your door and hurried outside to where Eddie waited by the passenger’s side, door open. You blushed a little and shyly smiled at him before hopping inside.

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Request

Could I request a part 3? Jerome keeps the reader as his hostage for popularity and attention. Reader is really fond of the attention she gets as well and eventually sleeps with Jerome again? In the end she sees how Galavan kills him and is really sad?

Requested by @violentvaleska

For sure!! But again I gonna split this part in 2 because I noticed it would have been too long instead ahaha. I try to hurry with part 4!! Honestly, it's really cool to write oneshots!

And here it is:

Jerome x female reader (part 3)

Warning: mention of sex, depression and death

Word count: 3459

Gift credit: @jokersbabe27

"And here is our bedroom!" Jerome opened another wooden door and lead you into it.

You were irritated by his assertion 'our bed'. You weren't a couple or something. He just kidnapped and called you his property.

You examined the room. White pained walls, claret velvet curtains, a king size bed with while pillows and blankets, and some furnishungs. It didn't look that bad, much better than your little apartment.

"It's...pretty." You gave him a short smile hoping he would believe your faked comfortableness.

Actually you didn't feel well about that. You were around lunatics who either killed or are people...and you, you were the only sane one. You were clearly a victim for them. Sooner or later they would cause you problems.

You started to think about all the cruel things they could do to you in case, Jerome was not there: they could scare you away, haunt you for fun, or...leaving their sexual needs out on you. It was horrible, you literally lived in hell now.

The worse part was on it: you would be a loner if Jerome was gone. A nobody. Nobody would help you. Hell, they'd probably just mock at you that Jerome's property was just an anxious fool and that they couldn't understand what Jerome liked about you so much - you didn't even understand it. You were just a one off.

"But uhm...Jerome?" You turned to him.

"Yes, doll?" Jerome gave you a wide smile glaring at you with his big blue eyes.

"I need clothes... And all my clothes are in my apartment and-..." You knew you couldn't go back.

Not because of him and all your feelings for him- oh no, you wished you could go to your friend to forget the moment where Jerome frightened you to death. His permanent mood changes exhausted you a lot. On your way to his hostage, he made everyone clear that you were his property. No one was allowed to touch you nor to talk to you...They weren't even allowed to look at you. It was crazy. You should just belong to him, he was literally crazy about you.

So yeah, you couldn't go. If you went away, he'd chase you...and if he caught you, you'd probably end up dead.

"You don't need your old clothes, doll." He walked to one of the shelves and opened it: Lacy underwear, seemingly expensive but nice dresses, and some shirts with pants filled it.

"Uhm-..." Before you could say anything, you were interrupted by an older man in a black tuxedo and yelled dark brown hair.

You knew this man: Theo Galavan, the one coming into office of Gotham's major.

But what does he have to do with all the lunatics? And why were they living in his tower? It confused you a lot. In the TV, he seemed to be a good guy. Rich, clever, apparently cared Zabout all citizen's wealth. He wanted to safe the city, or even makes it a better place for everyone.

Your feeling told you though, he was the total opposite: a villain who wants to reign over Gotham.

Why else would he keep lunatics in his tower?! You thought.

"Jerome," Theo Galavan slowly stepped forward with a grin in his face, his hands were folded into each other "I see, you show our new guest her new hostage." He turned to you "I'm Theo Galavan, call me Theo."

"(Y/n)." You gave him a nervous smile.

"I'm sorry, you've been arrived during such ordinary circumstances." He placed his hand on his chest "It wasn't planned to scare you away. But I think we both know Jerome's little tick for an overdramatic show, don't we?"

"O-ohhh, yeah, uhm... it's... it's fine?...yeah," You stammered a little while trying "It was uhm... adventurous." You chuckled nervously completely ignoring his little question.

"Indeed," Theo chuckled darkly rubbing his palms, then he walked a few steps to Jerome and whispered something in his ear. You couldn't understand what he was saying though. You just felt uncomfortable about two people talking behind your back but right in front of you. You just could see Jerome nodding with a grin as both looked at each other. Something was wrong, that you can tell.

"Anyways," Theo turned around with a smile in his face "I leave you two alone now. Some privacy should be appropriated. It was a pleasure to meet you (Y/n) and welcome home." He shut the door and left our room before you could say anything.

"That guy's amazing, did I tell you? If you know him, you'll understand me. He's a big authority and-..."

"What did he tell you?" You interrupted him giving him a stern look "It was about me, wasn't it?" You didn't know where you've got that brave from. Maybe because you were a little scared about what exactly Theo whispered into Jerome's ear?

"I really hate it when some interrupts me..." Jerome grumbled giving you a death stare, his bearing was cramped and he clenched his fists; it looked like he was about to kill you every minute "It's very impolite to interrupt someone, don't you think?"

You couldn't say anything so you just nodded quickly in panicking and fear. More and more you just wanted to go home. You wished you never took the bus to your friend, instead you just could've ask them to hook you up then you wouldn't have been here.

You really didn't want to live like that: being frightened from your oh so called partner because he could kill you every time you were doing a mistake in his eyes.

"Good," but then his death stare and cramped bearing faded instantly and as always he gave you a warm smile "Now to answer your question..." Jerome grabbed your waist pulling you close to him, his nails were dug in your skin that it almost hurt a little "He and I made a little deal before I...you know...kidnapped you."

"And what for a deal?" You frowned confused.

"You should stay here telling nobody about him keeping me and the others here and so on...because if not he kills you." He chuckled louldy "Isn't that fun? He really thinks he can kill you."

You widened your eyes in shock and fear. You hoped you haven't heard it right. Theo will kill you if you lose any word about this here? You won't be able to go back to your home? To message your friends? Nothing?

More and more you felt like a prisoner...and more and more you felt like an object than a human. You were pressured, they decided everything for you... practically your only task was to entertain Jerome...however he wanted it.

"Don't worry, doll, he won't even dare to lay a finger on you." Jerome grabbed your cheeks softly and leaned his forehead against yours, his lips hovered over yours "Because I am the boss. Really no one wants me to be mad because you know... they'll end up dead."

He pressed his lips on yours roughly, his grip on your cheeks tightened. His tongue slipped into your mouth while he nibbled on your lower lip. You let out a little moan in arousal. As if it was a reflex you automatically wrapped your arms around his neck.

Jerome's hands wandered down; along your breasts what made you shiver and gasp, his hands stopped at your waist.

"I almost forgot the feeling when I touch your soft lips doll." Jerome interrupted the kiss and let out a sigh in arousal throwing his head back.

You blushed hard, a slight giggle escaped your lips.

With this kiss, Jerome calmed you down a lot. It let you remind of that one special night again: the butterflies in your stomach, the happiness... You could say, for a short moment you almost forgot about his craziness and him being a murderer.

On the other hand, you still felt strange about the whole thing. A criminal was obsessed with you, his obsession was that big that no one was allowed to do anything with you...and also that you couldn't go back to your friends... You didn't like it at all. Your friends were more important to you than Jerome. You knew them for years and him... You've just met once.

Jerome kissed you again deeply, then he made his way down your jawline to your neck. You let out a little moan as he kissed started to suck on your sweet spot. His hands travelled under your shirt up to your bra clip to open it. You unbottoned his shirt and ripped it off his body while he tugged your bra from your body. You felt him biting your neck, first slightly then harder. It hurt a little and you knew that you'd be marked sooner or later - but you didn't mind. You knew what was coming right now. It was exactly like the first time you two had sex.

Jerome ripped your shirt off from your body and then stopped every single actions. He was eyes you, he stared at every little part of your body. He was like a wild animal staring at its prey and just waited for the perfect moment to catch it.

It made you shiver, but you loved it anyhow. It was very new but you could get used to it.

"Oh, how I missed that view," Jerome bit his lip with lust still viewing your whole body "Time to make up that whole year."

Jerome grabbed you by your waist and literally threw you into the king size bed right behind you. He was so eager to rip your clothes from your body to feel all this pleasure he has felt one year ago. He wanted to feel your soft skin on his, to hear you moans every time he thrusted into you, he wanted to be into you. He couldn't wait for it, so violently he unbottoned your jeans literally ripped them off your body.

You blushed hard. You were excited, surprised, but still you felt uncomfortable. You wondered whst was happening now. Does he expect any dirty kinks from you? Calling him daddy? Any pet names? Or other ordinary kinks?

You hoped for the best, you hoped nothing would have changed and you could just go on.

Jerome grabbed your face again and kissed you deeply nibbling on your lower lip. While that he pulled down your panties and inserted a finger into your cunt. You let out a sharp moan and your hips bucked quickly through the strong intensity of him hitting your sweet spot. You couldn't help but digging you nails in the sheets of his bed and arching your back as he speeded up.

He was rougher with you than before, almost violently. It hurt and was fast but it felt so good at the same time. You started liking it even more than the soft stuff one year ago. Your pleasure was stronger and him being rough kind of turned you on.

Jerome inserted another finger into your wet entrance what let you moan a little louder and your hips bucked.

Jerome curled up his fingers inside you harder and faster what made you moan louder. You grabbed the sheets of the bed tight to handle this big amount of pleasure.

Your back arched as he hit your g spot for another time. There again, you had this incredible feeling, all the upcoming pleasure in your body caused you a cribbing feeling in your abdomen that spread through your limbs up to your shoulders - this time it was much more intense though. Your core was aching and you became needy for his cock. Indeed, you were well pleasured but you want more. You wanted him to bury his member inside of you, filling up every inch of your cunt, making you scream and cum over and over again.

All your sorrows and worries disappeared all of a sudden. You didn't do anything for it; You just had eyes for Jerome and how he'd make you done undome several times. You didn't care about whether the others would hear you or not, you didn't care whether you'd rip the sheets apart or vice versa. You didn't care about anything.

You bit your lip in pleasure after you let out a loud moan as you noticed you were close.

Jerome pressed his thumb on your clit while continuing to pleasure you making you gasp. Your moans became louder and it became harder to hold them back. They way he did it just made you feel so good.

"Close already, huh?" Jerome pressed his thumb harder on your clit rubbing it in circling motions "Come for me, doll." His eyes kept staring on you. He loved hearing you moan his name through all the pleasure he was giving you. It aroused him much more than usual. He missed you and all this - he really did. The things that happened in his cell were nothing compared to you.

"Ahh fuck!" Right after he finished his sentence you released yourself with a lot cry.

The sweat was dripping down your forehead, you breathed heavy and uneven, and your legs were shaking and felt weak.

It was amazing for you. You admitted to yourself how much you missed this and you now remembered how good he made you feel.

With his strength, Jerome turned you around on your stomach waisting no time.

You blushed hard being a little worried about what's coming next.

"On all four, kitten." You blushed harder and did what he said. You felt a little strange with that nickname, it was very new to you, and honestly you would have never expected that from Jerome. His first impression to was him being a soft guy who rather prefers the normal way of how sex goes like...and generally, he didn't seem to be a dominant and rough guy.

You heard him walking a few steps backwards taking something. You were a little afraid what was coming now. You were afraid that he was taking a knife or other kind of weapons to do with you some dirty acts.

"My, my, my...You have such a beautiful body, you know that kitten?" Suddenly you felt something cold and sharp wandering down your spine. It made you shiver and gasp. You knew it was a knife and you just waited until Jerome started to hurt you "How many boys might have touched you when I was absent?"

"N-no one...w-where-...." You stammered in fear hoping nothing bad will happen. You didn't know where he's got that from suddenly. Was he jealous? Was he 'scared' that you could have a boyfriend and that he needs to make a plan to kill him?

"You really want me to believe that?" Jerome unbottoned his jeans and grabbed your waist violently inserting his dick into your wet entrance "It sounds a little surreal, don't you think? Who would not betray a blood-thirsty and cold-hearted murderer who's busted in Arkham?"

He didn't move though. Instead he pulled pulled on your hair tight that your head fell back what are you moan again. But instantly, your breathe hitched as you felt a cold and sharp knife pressed on your throat. Now you were scared, almost panicking. You hoped he didn't slit your throat.

"You know, I'm not a fan telling me a lie." He pressed the knife harder against your throat. You cut feel how the sharp blade cut your thin skin. Your body shivered in fear, your pulse was running and your breath was uneven. It felt like every minute could be your last one, it was just a matter of time until he killed you.

"I-I would n-never lie to you." You stammered quickly "H-honestly, I j-just though about y-you..." It was the truth. You really did. The whole year where Jerome was gone you didn't even think of dating a boy or of a simple one off. You were too much stuck in your thoughts about him, how he was doing, what he has become...

"Is that so?" Jerome didn't really sound convinced what let you panicking more.

"Y-yes," You gulped because you knew what you had to say now: you had to say you liked him "You J-Jerome...the l-last year was...i-it was hard for me b-because-..."

"Because?" You felt how the blade was pressed deeper in your skin and slightly moved to make a longer cut in your throat.

"Well," You gasped as Jerome stopped moving the blade "I-I....like y-you..."

This was not completely true but not completely wrong, as well. You did like him, but the old him more. You weren't scared of the old Jerome, you liked him being soft and kind...not frightening with this permanent changing behavior.

He said nothing at first, you could just feel his grin against your ear.

He put the blade aside what let you sigh in relief. You calmed down a little seeing the blade on the floor.

"I know, doll." His head moved from your ear, his hands were both placed on your waist.

And again, he started to thrusted violently into your wet entrance. You swore with a loud moan and arched your back.

Immediately, Jerome speeded up permanently pushing you against him to drill his member deeper into your cunt. His nails were dug into your waist what made you biting your lip.

Your whole body felt weak with every thrust he did into you. You body shivered slightly through this overwhelming pleasure. Every thrust hurt more, each of your moans became louder. Your nails were dug into the sheets of the bed deeply but still the pleasure he was giving you was too much. You couldn't handle it.

You moaned louder, almost uncontrollably, then your body gave in and you slightly collapsed in the bed.

Jerome though didn't waist no time - he kept drilling his member into you, grabbed your hair and pulled you upwards by your hair again.

"Oh my God, Jerome!" You cried out in pleasure while your legs shivered.

"So eager for my cock, you little slut, aren't we?" Jerome grunted and speeded up a third time.

You moaned louder, almost screamed. You felt how your walls clenched against his cock - you were close. You didn't know whether you could hold it back. It all was too much for you. You felt a knot in your stomach that was built up. It hardened with every thrust Jerome did.

"Fuck, I'm gonna-...!" You almost screamed digging your nails deeper in the sheets of the bed as you came. You couldn't even finish your sentence. With a few more thrusts, Jerome came as well.

You both collapsed on the bed. He still laid on you not even pulling out his member.

Silence filled the room for a while, just your gasps for air broke it here and there.

You felt Jerome's warm breathe on your skin every time he breathed out.

You closed your eyes for a moment enjoying this half broken silence.

Many thoughts crashed in your head together:

You told Jerome that you liked him and he surely will take advantage of it. Maybe he wants to force you to violent things like shooting at people or hurting them otherwise? And every time, you refuse he'd tell you stupid stuff like but I thought you like me, doll. You kinda regret what you said because you knew it will have consequences.

Another point would be his now increasing obsession and possessiveness towards you. Now he had the final proof that you wanted to be his and no one could ruin him that. He could call you his property because you liked him which meant for him: you wanted to be with him, you wanted to be his queen of Gotham, you wanted to spread chaos with him. Everyone else was his rival.

But then you thought that on the other hand, it was okay to be his. Everyone knew crazy Jerome could probably be so no one wanted him to be mad, as he said. And so nothing would happen to you.

"Even better than the first time" Jerome rolled off of you staring at the ceiling for a while while taking deep breathes.

"I agree," You slightly chuckled.

"And doll, " Jerome grabbed your cheeks pressing his face against yours that his lips hovered over yours "Never forget who you belong to. We don't want things turning out bad, do we?"

"N-no." You shook your head fast.

"Good...because you're mine."

[bangtan-sonyeonddaeng]

Your first date with Yoongi

When Yoongi had asked you out on a date you didn’t hesitate to say yes. You had been crushing on him for a while. Even though he was quiet around you, the moments where he let loose and just had fun made your heart grow that much more fond of him. When he smiled at you, you couldn’t help but feel the butterflies swarming your stomach. You weren’t sure if he felt the same way about you until he asked you out and you were so incredibly happy. Now he was busy trying to decide where he was going to take you. He wanted it to be special, and intimate. He wanted it to just be the two of you where you could just enjoy each other’s company. It had to be somewhere he wouldn’t be recognized, he didn’t want to risk fans spotting him while he was out with you. He asked the other members for help until Namjoon came up with an idea.

“Why don’t you take her up to the roof of the apartment building? We can help you set up the chairs and table.” 

“I can cook your dinner!” Jin chimed in.

“And we can hang up fairy lights!” Exclaimed Jimin. Soon it became a group effort and project to make sure that you two had the best date together. They had seen how much Yoongi liked you and they really wanted things to go well. 

Yoongi had texted you and asked you to meet him at the apartment for your date. You were curious as to what he had planned for you but didn’t want the surprise spoiled. You took some time deciding what to wear before you settled on some black ripped jeans and your favorite tank top with a jacket over top. You put on your favorite pair of shoes and head out the door. When you arrived and Yoongi opened the door you were immediately taken with how handsome he looked.

He had just dyed his hair brown with hints of silver. He had skinny jeans on with his t-shirt and jacket over top. He had put on some very light eyeshadow to accentuate his eyes. His fingers were adorned with rings and you couldn’t help but think he looked way too attractive for his own good. You hadn’t even realized you were staring at him until he let out a light chuckle which snapped you out of your thoughts.

“You like what you see y/n?” 

“Yes. Wow you look amazing. Like, holy shit are you even real?” You reach your hand out and poke his cheek. He playfully smacks your hand away but you’re both smiling at each other.

“I should be saying that to you. You look beautiful as always.” You blush at his compliment and he takes your hand and shuts the door behind him.

“Where are we going?” 

“You’ll see. Just follow me.” Your hand is still held in his own as your start walking up a set of stairs. When he opens the door you are awestruck with the sight laid out before you. 

The sun is setting, the city skyline visible in the background. There are fairy lights strung up all around the roof. You look and see a table with two chairs set up. A bottle of wine for the two of you along with what looks like a full Korean BBQ menu’s worth of food. There is soft music playing in the background and you can tell it’s your favorite band, showing that Yoongi had paid attention when you played that silly game of 20 questions getting to know each other.

“Yoongi this is… I don’t even know what to say.”

“The guys kind of went a little bit overboard. I told Jin he didn’t have to make so much food and Taehyung and Jimin kind of went crazy with the fairy lights.. Is it too much?” He rubs the back of his neck nervously and turns away from you. You place a kiss on his cheek and shake your head at him.

“It’s perfect Yoongi. This is everything I could have imagined and more.” He leads you to sit down and pulls out your chair for you. The both of you sip the wine and eat the delicious food as you two continue to talk about everything and anything that comes to mind. You spend most of the night laughing and telling stories to one another. You can’t get enough of his smile and feel like you would do or say anything to keep that smile on his face. At this moment you notice a familiar song playing through on the speaker.

“I’m going to kill Jin..” You burst into giggles when you realize Epiphany is playing through the speaker. “I put him in charge of helping with the music playlist and look what happens.” You continue laughing at the grumpy look on Yoongi’s face until he is unable to hold in his laughter and laughs with you. Before you can stop the words coming from your mouth you blurt out how much you love his smile.

“You know your smile is probably the most precious thing I have ever seen?” He blushes and looks away from you.

“Thank you. I.. Honestly I like everything about you.” You smile and walk over to the other side of the table to stand in front of him. You pull him up and wrap his arms around your waist. You place your arms around his neck and stare up at him. 

“What are you doing?”

“Dance with me.” You two start swaying to the music, letting out light hearted laughter at the absurdity of you two slow dancing to one of his band members’ songs. 

“You know this is actually one of my favorite songs.. The message just really resonates with me, you know?”

“Yeah, I understand that. But what’s your favorite song? You don’t have to say it’s one of mine I am just generally curious.”

“I can’t pick one, but honestly First Love makes me feel so many emotions and just listening to your voice, it always brought me comfort.” He feels like his mouth is going to go numb with how much he has been smiling. Before he can stop himself he leans in and places a gentle kiss to your lips.

You always found romance novels and fan fictions describing fireworks when kissing was bullshit, until you kissed Min Yoongi. Now you understood that feeling all too well. It was like time just stopped, and it was only the two of you left in the world. When he moves to pull away from you, you quickly attach your lips back onto his deepening the kiss. He taps your shoulder signaling that he needs to breathe.

“Sorry. I got a little carried away.” 

“It’s alright, angel. Umm.. So I had a really amazing time with you today and I was wondering if you would go on a second date with me? I don’t want to rush things with you, I just want to take my time with you and see where we go.”

“I would love that, Yoongi.”

[doubledeaky]

Heartache on the Big Screen

Roger Taylor x Female!Reader

A/N: Hi, everyone! Thank you all so much for the love and support, y’all are so sweet! This was requested by a lovely anon (if you’re reading this please message me and let me know if you enjoyed it, always love to hear feedback!) and I loved the idea so thank you for the request! This is set around 1968-69, so basically Roger’s college days. The title is a 5SOS song, as you all can see I’m very creative with my titles (the song is a banger though and it fit so well). This kind of turned out cheesy but its still cute. Also, sorry this took a bit longer to post, school has been pretty crazy. Anyway, thank you all for reading! As always, feedback and requests are much appreciated! Much love! - m:)

Summary: Roger can't believe what he’s watching. It’s you, on the fifty foot screen of the university theatre, kissing a guy that isn't him. He’s never one to bite his tongue but he knows he has to; you're a film student and this is just acting, right? Roger doesn’t feel the unwelcome tinge of jealousy long when you remind him that you've only got eyes for him. 

Word Count: 1,170 words (it’s so short, I’m sorry!)

Warnings: none

Roger’s eyes widened at the sight before him. There you were, his girlfriend, kissing a man that wasn’t him in front of an auditorium of over fifty people. He felt his face burn with anger and he bit the inside of his cheek. His left hand gripped the armrest of the seat he occupied and his legs trembled restlessly. Roger took a glance your way and felt his anger dissipate slightly. You were all smiles, ecstatic your project had turned out flawlessly after a month of grueling work. Roger felt the uncomfortable tinge of jealousy settle in his chest, but he pushed it down and tried to be calm. The film ran another fifteen minutes and Roger felt every moment of it, his jealousy only becoming more irrational with each passing second. Throughout the last few scenes of the film, Roger felt his eyes wander over to glance your way and he regretted it every time. He didn’t know why he was so broken up over you being so proud of your work. He assumed his clouded mind mistook your giddiness as you being in love with your male co-star, rather than an artist admiring their work. Roger felt his heart race and didn’t even register the black screen indicating the end of your film. He didn’t hear the subsequent applause either. Roger was pulled from his daze when you gripped his arm. He felt as if his body was on autopilot when he hugged you tightly and watched you walk off to speak with your professor and the guy who he’d watched tongue his girlfriend just thirty minutes before. Roger, again, felt the burn of jealousy and he forced himself to turn away and walk out of the auditorium. Roger huffed as he let his back hit the brick wall of the theatre and immediately reached into his pocket for a cigarette. He lit it, taking a puff and sighing as he felt the tobacco swirl in tandem with the anger in his chest. Cigarettes almost always helped to calm him down, but they were useless now and he knew it was serious. Roger couldn’t help the anxious thoughts that invaded his mind and for the first time in his life, he felt insecure. The thought of you leaving him for some other guy made him physically wince. Roger felt himself jump when the auditorium door suddenly swung open.

“Oh, Roger, there you are! I thought I’d find you out here.” You joked, giving him a sweet smile and nudging his foot with your own. It was normal to see Roger leant against a wall, nursing a cigarette, but he seemed off and you felt confusion furrow your brow. Nevertheless, Roger nodded and tried to force a smile despite the cigarette between his lips. You sensed a growing tension and instinctively moved to lean against the wall beside him.

“Professor Phipps said my film was great, it’s looking like an A.” You smiled, trying and failing to spark conversation. Roger nodded and flicked his cigarette to the ground, crushing it with the heel of his foot.

“That’s great, Y/N.” He said, sarcastic and uninterested. You felt your throat tighten a bit, your anxious nature on full display. You weren’t in the mood to guess what his problem was; so, you decide to ask him straight.

“Roger, what’s wrong?” You sighed, moving to stand in front of him and crossing your arms over your chest. He rolled his eyes but you didn’t notice.

“Nothing.” He grumbled, his chin nearly tucked into his chest in order to avoid your eyes. You saw right through him. You weren’t going to let up and he knew that. He prepared himself for the worst.

“Don’t bullshit me, Taylor.” You quipped, feeling slightly frustrated. Roger remained silent and a sudden wave of realization washed over you. This kiss. You hadn’t warned him beforehand about the kiss. You felt guilty but only for a moment when you couldn’t help but playfully tease him.

“Roger, are you...jealous?” You joked, nudging his arm with yours. He was fuming now, pushing himself off of the brick wall and running a shaky hand through his hair.

“Yes, alright.” He huffed, frustration clear in his voice. You were taken aback by his answer. Roger was never one to admit when he’d fallen prey to his vices. You swallowed hard, you didn’t quite know what to say. You took a few steps towards him and forced him to meet your gaze with a finger under his chin. His eyes looked glossy and your heart broke.

“Roger, are you serious?” You asked quietly. He averted his eyes which, for Roger, roughly translates to “yes.” Your posture stooped, and guilt gnawed at your heart. You brought your hands up to cup his face and his own hands emerged from his pockets to settle on your waist.

“Roger, you have nothing to be envious of. You have me. Don’t worry. I should have told you about the kiss. I’m sorry I didn’t.” Your thumbs were running soothingly over his cheekbones now and his eyes fluttered shut. He suddenly wrapped both arms around your frame and you squeaked in surprise. You tried to hug him back, but your trapped arms made it impossible. You were both giggling now, still locked in a tight embrace, swaying back in forth. You both separated, and it was Roger who spoke next.

“Sorry for being a dick. I’m so proud of you, love.” He smiled genuinely now, grabbing both your hands in his. You returned his expression, absolutely beaming. Roger was in awe.

“Thanks, Rog.” You grinned shyly, and you felt like the freshman who couldn’t even be around Roger without succumbing to a nervous fit all over again. He pulled you into a warm embrace and you felt the fuzzy sensation of contentment bloom in your chest.

“Let’s get the fuck outta here, yeah?” Roger laughed and pulled away, linking his arm with yours. You giggled and leant your head against his upper arm as you both walked to his car.

“Rog, I don’t know what you were so worried about. I’d be an absolute fool to let you get away.” You joked, and Roger felt a blush rise to his cheeks.

“Just hop in the car and I’ll make sure everyone knows whose girl you are.” Roger flirted, and you made a face of mock disgust.

“What am I gonna do with you, Taylor?” You joked, and Roger pulled you closer to his side. You both jumped into his car, the engine revving to life after a few hard turns of the key. The ride to Roger’s apartment was comfortable, your hand resting in his familiar grip. As you watched Roger concentrate on the road, drumming his fingers against the steering wheel, you felt a fondness flood your senses. Even when your camera wasn’t rolling, the scenes playing before you belonged in a movie. Each moment you shared with Roger deserved to be preserved in a roll of film. No matter what film you’d go on to direct or appear in, the one you were starring in now was your favorite. As long as Roger was your co-star, this movie would always be your favorite.

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[sanders-specs]

I’ll Be Home chapter 1

Summary:  All Roman and Logan want to do is get home for Christmas. They'd been away from their boyfriends for months on separate jobs, and are looking forward to getting home. Neither one of them will let some blizzard get in their way, even though Patton and Virgil insist they stay put. The lengths they'll go to get home is great, even if it means facing mother nature at her worst.

A/N: This is a bit...different for me, I guess. Maybe it’s just the writer in me or the type of writer I am. Anyway. This is my first time writing a poly relationship, so I hope it’s interpreted well. If not, call me out on it. I don’t mind. 

Paring: LAMP/polysanders

Warnings: anxiety, sadness, homesickness (if i missed one, please let me know)

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Tag list:  @irish-newzealand-idian-dutch @dan-yuna

“Okay I think I got everything,” Patton says, shouldering the door open with his arms filled with grocery bags.

“Whoa, Patton, I didn’t think you were going to get this much stuff!” Virgil exclaims, hurrying over to help his boyfriend. “I don’t think the four of us can eat this much, Pat.”

“Roman and Logan are coming home today!” Patton says, heading towards the kitchen. “I want to make sure that I have everything they love. It has to be perfect.”

Virgil shakes his head, following Patton to the kitchen.

Today was the day their other two boyfriends, Roman and Logan, were supposed to come home after months of being away. Roman had been traveling with his theater company, and Logan had been away overseas for his job—teaching English in Italy, something they all agreed he shouldn’t pass up, even though Logan had been hesitant to go so far away. Patton and Virgil had missed both of them like crazy and couldn’t wait to have them home for Christmas.

You’d think that having two of them away for so long, their relationship would crumble. Somehow, though, it felt stronger. They’d all video chatted at least twice a day (or they’d tried). Once when Logan was going to bed, again with just Roman, Patton, and Virgil when they were going to bed. No matter how late it got for Roman on show nights, the other two would always wait up for him.

Logan, on his part, always made sure that there was some kind of good morning message waiting for all of them. Sometimes, when one or all of them couldn’t sleep, they’d talk with him as he went through his morning routine.

No matter what they all made time for each other. They knew that the distance between them couldn’t dwindle their love for each other. If anything, it made it stronger with the ache of missing them.

So Virgil couldn’t blame Patton for going overboard. He was just as excited for Roman and Logan to get back. He could finally—finally—have all of his boyfriends back in his arms again. The two of them had spent the past few days decorating the house for Christmas, making sure to put up all of Roman’s and Logan’s favorite decorations, hanging up their stockings in their preferred spot (Roman liked to have his in the middle while Logan liked his one the end). The only thing they hadn’t done was decorate the tree. That was an activity saved for the four of them to do together.

“When’s Logan’s plane supposed to land?” Virgil ask, hopping onto the island in their kitchen.

Patton checked his watch. “Any moment, now actually. He’s got a connecting flight in Boston, though, remember?”

Virgil groans. “Didn’t he just have one of those?”

“Yes, in Portugal,” Patton says, sending Virgil a small smile. “He said he’d call when he landed. Roman shouldn’t be too far away either.”

Virgil couldn’t stop the excitement from bubbling inside of him. Finally, they’d be together again, and just in time for Christmas!

“Hey, help me put everything away would you?” Patton asks sweetly, batting his eyelashes at Virgil.

Virgil rolls his eyes. “If I have to.”

Patton smiles and leans over to kiss Virgil’s cheek in thanks as they start putting the groceries away.

 The sound of Skype had both Patton and Virgil running for the computer. They accepted the call and Roman’s smiling face appeared. He was in a car, his headphones in and his red sparkly beanie tugged down over his ears.

“There are my two beautiful darlings,” Roman says.

“Ro!” Patton exclaims. “Where are you?”

Roman chuckles. “Getting closer with every mile, my love. I just missed your lovely faces and voices.”

“You’re such a sap, you know that?” Virgil says.

“And who was the one who woke me up in the middle of the night at least once a week just to hear my voice?” Roman asks.

Virgil feels a blush spread on his cheeks. “Shut up.”

Roman grins. “You know I never minded, Virgil,” he says gently, knowing that he needed to reassure Virgil when it comes to teasing.

Virgil gives a small smile. “I know.”

Patton laces his fingers with Virgil’s. “When do you think you’ll be here, Ro?” He asks.

Roman looks up, as if trying to calculate the miles. “I don’t know, honestly. We’ve hit a bit of traffic which has slowed us down.”

Patton groans, making Roman chuckle.

“Do not worry, my loves, I will make it back to you before nightfall.”

“That’s toooo looonnng,” Virgil complains.  

Roman makes a face at him and Patton nudges him a little, laughing. “Can’t you two just be nice to each other for once?” Patton asks, though with a fond smile on his lips that showed he wasn’t really that annoyed.

“What’s the fun in that?” Virgil asks.

“At least we keep things interesting,” Roman points out. “Speaking of keeping things interesting, what’s the word on Logan? He hasn’t texted me yet.”

Patton checked his watch and frowned. “His plane should’ve landed by now,” he mutters. “Hold on, I’ll pull up the tracker.”

“You know, out of context, that could sound very creepy,” Virgil says offhandedly.

Patton rolls his eyes, ignoring Virgil and pulling out his phone. It took a moment, but eventually he got up Logan’s plane.

“Oh, they just landed!” Patton announces. “Logan probably hasn’t had time to turn his phone back on yet.”

“Ugh, the nerd needs to hurry up! I haven’t heard his voice in two days!” Roman groans. The past two days, roman had been too busy to have a proper video chat/phone call with Logan. The last two shows had taken up nearly all of his time. He’d just barely managed to call Patton and Virgil to tell them goodnight, but of course by then, Logan would’ve already been fast asleep.

“Be patient Roman,” Patton says gently.

“Nooo,” Roman whines, “I already have to deal with being able to touch any of you. Being able to hear you and see you like this is all I have!”

Hearing him say that sent a thrill through Virgil. And an ache. He missed his boyfriends so much. He just wanted them home and in his arms again. That was all he wanted for Christmas this year (he’d never actually tell Roman that, because without a doubt his boyfriend would just break out into Mariah Carrie).

The three of them chatted while they waited for Logan—Patton had already sent a text to tell him to get on as soon as he was able, so all they had to do was wait. As they were talking, though, Virgil happened to look out the window.

“It’s snowing!” he exclaims.

Patton looks up too, and they both looked at the very sudden white flakes fluttering down. “Snow?” Roman asks, sounding a bit nervous.

“Yeah,” Patton says. “It’s…it’s really coming down too.”

Roman waves away Patton’s concerned tone. “I’m sure it’s just the kind that melts as soon as it hits the ground! It’s probably just a flutter. It’ll be fine.”

Patton nodded. “Yeah…yeah you’re probably right…”

Vigil wasn’t too sure, though. They’d been living here for so long that by now they knew what heavy snow looked like. The kind that you’d be shoveling off your driveway for a week and make the roads impossible to go on.

“Honey, stop it,” Patton’s gentle voice cuts through Virgil’s slowly growing concerns. He looked down and realized he’d been scratching his arm even though it hadn’t been itching. It was something he did whenever he was really nervous or scared. Patton takes Virgil’s hand in his own, scooting closer to him.

“Do not fret, my love,” Roman says. “I will make it to you, snow or not!”

Virgil tightens his hold on Patton’s hands, resisting the urge to pull away and start scratching again, or pick at his nails or clothes. Patton held on tightly as well, rubbing a reassuring thumb over Virgil’s knuckles. “Promise?” Virgil asks.

“I swear it!” Roman says, sounding more confident than he probably felt. Virgil appreciated it though, and managed a small smile.

Just then, another window popped up, and Logan’s pixelated face appeared.

“Logan!” they all chimed happily. Logan held the phone close to his body, the sounds of airport very loud and prominent. He was obviously walking somewhere, but he did give them all a smile.

“Hello, dears,” he says.

“Looogggannnn,” Roman whines, “I miss you.”

“I miss you too, Roman,” Logan says, “and Patton, and Virgil, before you two start complaining.”

“Hey it’s no fun if you don’t let us complain,” Virgil says, feeling himself relax a little when Logan rolled his eyes.

“But they got to talk to you the past two days. I didn’t,” Roman says with a pout.

“We did talk, Roman,” Logan points out. “You bombarded us with pictures, if I recall. In the middle of my class, too.”

“Yeeaahhh sorry about that,” Roman says sheepishly.

“Don’t be. My students were all very fascinated by the scenery and were even able to put some of their lessons to the test. However, the guitar one was a bit hard to explain.”

Roman giggled and Patton and Virgil just smiled fondly, remembering the incident. Roman had been in Tennessee and had been doing a bit of sight-seeing during his lunch break and had sent a bunch of pictures to their group chat. Logan had been in the middle of a class, and hadn’t hesitated to let him know that. A few minutes after Roman had sent multiple apologies and Patton and Virgil had laughed at him for it, Logan had told them that he was projecting the phone for the whole class to see the pictures, which, of course, caused the three of them to indirectly start talking with the class.

“You know what I mean, dork,” Roman says.

Logan smiles. “Yes, I know. I apologize.”

“There’s nothing you need to be sorry about,” Patton says. “None of us can control time zones.”

“I suppose you’re right, Patton,” Logan says with a sigh.

“Logan when do you think you’ll be home?” Virgil asks, not being able to help himself. He kept glancing at the window, watching the snowfall become more and more heavy.

“I do not know,” Logan says. “There is some pretty bad snowfall up here.”

“Ah, Logan—”

“So you don’t know if you’ll be home?” Virgil asks, panic slowly growing.

Logan’s eyes widened as he realized his mistake. “No no no, I wasn’t saying that, love. I will still make it home in time for Christmas. It just might not be as soon as we had anticipated.”

Patton gripped Virgil’s hands, and Virgil couldn’t take his eyes from the window. What if they didn’t make it? Christmas was in three days, it was entirely possible that the snow could keep them away that long.

“Virgil, love, look at us,” Logan’s voice, gentle yet demanding, said. Still, though, Virgil couldn’t look away. He heard Logan sigh. “Patton?”

Gentle hands were on his face, then, pulling his head away from the window. Patton cupped his opposite cheek, then pressed three quick kisses onto the one closest to him. One for each of them.  

“Do not fret, darling,” Roman says. “Nothing will keep us from you! I will walk the entire way home if I have to!”

“Please don’t,” Virgil says. “I don’t want you to get hypothermia. I couldn’t kiss you then.”

“Hmmm yes you’re right,” Roman says. “That would be a problem.”

Virgil grinned, Roman smirking back at him. The moment was broken, though, by a very loud voice on Logan’s side. It was hard to distinguish what the voice said, but Logan frowned.

“What is it Lo?” Patton asks.

Logan glances over at them. “I’m sure it’s nothing. I do have to go for a moment to double check something. I will return in a moment.”

“Alright,” roman says. “hurry back!”

Logan gives them all a smile before leaving the call.

 Logan sighs and tucks his phone into his jacket pocket, grabbing his suitcase, and joining the long line of people in front of the help desk. There were dozens of flights canceled because of the heavy snow storm that was hitting the northeast. Logan prayed that his flight wouldn’t be one of them. he was homesick and desperately missed his boyfriends. He was jetlagged and quite frankly ready to sleep in his own bed again, preferably while cuddled up with Patton, Virgil, and Roman.

Once it was his turn to talk to the worker, he politely told her his flight number and whether it would be taking off at the estimated time today. He then waited patiently for her to pull it up, only to tell him that no, unfortunately that flight has been canceled until the snow storm has passed.

“Is there an estimated date then?” Logan asks, trying very hard to keep his own panic and dread from setting in.

“I’m sorry sir, there’s no telling. We’ll keep an eye on the storm, but it looks like it’s going to stick around for a few days.”

Logan sighs, biting his lip. He looks up at all the flights on the board behind her, finding his own, and seeing the red canceled letters beside it.

“Do you, perchance, know of a different way to get to Virginia?” Logan asks. “I’m expected home soon, and I’d rather not disappoint my family.”

The worker gave a tight smile, but she pulled up a piece of paper and wrote down the directions to a train station. “I can’t guarantee they will have a ticket available at such short notice.”

“it will have to do. Thank you,” Logan says, taking the paper and studying it. He put the company into his phone and saw, thankfully, that they still had available seats. Albeit not ideal seats, but a seat nonetheless. He wasted no time buying one for himself and started to make his way out of the airport.

Only when he was in a taxi to the train station did he pull his phone back out to return to the call.

“Hey Lo,” they all chime.

“What happened? Where are you?” Roman asks.

“There has been a slight change of plans,” Logan says.

“What do you mean?” Patton asks.

“My flight was canceled due to the snow storm. However,” Logan says quickly, seeing Virgil’s eyes widen and Roman and Patton’s faces fall slightly, “I have found a different mode of transportation home.”

“What are you doing, Logan?” Patton asks.

Logan opened his mouth to answer, but just then the taxi went through a tunnel and the call dropped.

“Great,” Logan says, leaning head back with a sigh.

“Sorry bout that,” the taxi driver says.

“It’s not your fault,” Logan says, closing his eyes. He could picture the scene that awaited him at him. Patton and Virgil would have decorated everything already. Patton would have made all of Logan and Roman’s favorite treats. They’d have movies picked out, and have everything ready for a movie night. It’d be Christmas movies, of course. They’d all cuddle together and finally be together again. Roman would sing the Christmas songs too loudly and they’d tell him to hush, but they’d all love it no matter what.

Logan felt an ache in his chest. He wasn’t one to show his emotions so much, but being away from his loves for so long had tested a whole new level of control for him. When he’d been at work, he’d had something to distract himself with. Italy provided many different distractions in its art and architecture, but whenever Logan had gone sight-seeing, all he been able to think about was how much his boyfriends would love to be there. He saw Patton in every overly enthusiastic tourist taking pictures of literally everything they could, even if it was just a fountain or a restaurant. He saw Roman in every street performer and artist (he would join with them, Logan had no doubt). He saw Virgil in the people quietly walking the streets, silently taking in everything about the city. He could hear all the puns Patton would make about Roman being in Rome, and how he and Virgil would lovingly roll their eyes at him, even if Roman took a bit of offense to it.

Logan smiled at the image, but it just made the homesickness worse. He slumped down in his seat in the taxi, slightly surprised to find tears on his cheek. He quickly cleared his throat and brushed them away. He’d be with them soon. He couldn’t forget that.

The taxi exited the tunnel and Logan got signal again. He saw, though, that his battery was low. Perhaps reading on his phone before his flight in Portugal had not been the best idea. He sent a quick text saying that he was going to be home, that they shouldn’t worry, and that he loved them so, so much. He told them he had to save his battery and that he would talk with them later.

He turned his phone off and put it away, settling in for the rest of his ride to the train station.

Chapter 2

[imagines-dreams]

A Bad Feeling - John Murphy Imagine

Rating: PG-13

Warnings: death, murder, blood, everything great in Mount Weather practically (I cried while writing this, there’s a looot of angst)

Summary: Slight AU. Your boyfriend, John Murphy, and you have been captured by Mount Weather, but they had a great prison. You wouldn’t be able to go out on the ground again, but there was food, people you could talk to, and great privacy for you and John. But, Mount Weather isn’t the paradise it seems to be.

Word Count: 4560 (sooo looong sorry)

You scarfed down the food in front of you. “You eat a lot,” the child next to you observed. Her father just quietly explained, “Honey, they’ve been living outside. There’s not much food there.” He smiled at you. “Sorry.”

You laughed. “It’s no problem.” You told the little girl. “You have a lot of good food here.”

“She’s right.” John sat next to you and wrapped an arm around your shoulders. He leaned in close to whisper in your ear. “Hey there.”

You beamed and leaned against him. “Hey, John.” His slight scruff scratched you slightly, and you giggled.

The girl beside you cringed.

You laughed. “Sorry, Rory. Have you met, uh, Murphy?”

John raised his eyebrows. He wasn’t that fond of kids. You held his hand and smiled a little. “This is Rory.”

The little girl stared at Murphy coldly, and your boyfriend just stared back. Rory tilted her head and pointed at his chin. “You have stuff on your face.”

“Rory!” her father scolded. “I am so sorry. She really doesn’t-”

John snickered. “You’re ok, kid.” He sat down next to you and piled food onto his plate. “We need to talk later.”

“Those are never good words.” You nudged his shoulder. “You ok?”

John stuffed his mouth with food. “I donf know.” He gulped. He whispered in your ear, “I don’t have a good feeling about this place.”

You looked around. The dining hall was too busy. “After lunch, can we go back to the room? I forgot my sweater. We can get it now if you want.”

John smirked. “Might as well. Don’t want you getting cold.”

“Ok.” You shoved one last bite of food in your mouth before following John to your room. You leaned against your bed and held his hands. “So, you don’t have a good feeling?”

He sighed. “(Y/n), it’s too perfect here. There’s something up with this place.”

You frowned. “John, this is the first place that doesn’t want to kill us. Are you sure it’s a bad feeling?”

“I don’t know. I just,” he smiled and rubbed your cheek with his thumb, “I want us to be safe. I want you safe. You know that. Plus, the people we know here aren’t that, how would you say, open to the idea of,” he sighed and stared at the ground, “a murderer among them.”

“John,” you whispered. When he didn’t respond, you lifted his chin. “Hey, we’re all murderers here. I killed Grounders out there. Jasper killed Grounders, too. Nobody has gotten here without killing someone. So, don’t go around saying you’re the bad guy.”

He shook his head and laughed a little. “You’re too good for me, you know that?”

“I’m a criminal.”

“That you are.” John let his forehead rest against yours. “I still don’t have a great feeling. There must be something wrong with these people. Poisoned food. Keeping us as hostages. Something.” His voice grew so soft, you knew he was feeling guilty.

You nodded. You pulled away and grabbed a bag from under your bed.

“What are you doing?” your boyfriend asked. “You just said that-”

You turned around and reached into his pocket. You held up a pastry and giggled. You took an apple from your pocket. “Old habits die hard.” You shoved both items into the bag. “We can’t leave now, but we can do something else.” You held out the bag. “This is for when we need to leave. We stash up.” You scanned the room. Spotting a discarded fork on the floor, you picked it up and dropped it in the bag. “Anything that can be food, weapons, survival things.” You smiled. “If you really are feeling like that, then we have this.”

John just stared at you. How could you do that? Compromise between your plans and his. Despite the compromise, it felt like he won every single time. With his horrible gut feeling, he was so worried you’d accuse him of going crazy like everyone else or shoot his ideas down. No, you were taking his feelings into consideration, and that was amazing in his eyes.

When he didn’t respond, you blinked a few times and blushed. “Sorry, I just thought-”

Your boyfriend pressed his lips against yours and pressed you against the wall.

You gasped into the kiss. You definitely did not see that coming. Although to be fair, you should’ve. After recovering from shock, you lost yourself in John’s kiss and dropped the bag on the bed or floor or somewhere. You pulled John by his collar so that the two of you could be closer. You’d been together for so long, but whenever John kissed you, it still made you want more of him.

John smiled against your lips when you pulled him closer to you. One of his hands went from hold your shoulder to caressing your cheek, and even though his eyes were closed, he had no doubt that you were the most beautiful girl he’d met. He placed his other hand on the wall by your head, a silent message that he didn’t want you to leave him.

Even with closed eyes, you felt the wall shake when John slammed his hand against the wall. You pulled away and tried to catch your breath. John had other ideas. As soon as his lips were away from yours, he peppered chaste kisses against your jaw and cheeks.

You let out a gasp. “John,” you laughed. Overwhelmed with pleasure, you closed your eyes once more and reached out for his hand on the wall. You traced his knuckles and pried his hand from the wall.

John looked up at you, confused as to why you’d do that. You tilted your head and held his hand in yours gently. You lifted his hand up to your lips and kissed his knuckles. You giggled. “Sorry, I just really wanted to try that.”

John blinked a few times as his lips curled into a bright smile. To him, the most beautiful person in the world became even more beautiful. Was that possible? He left a lingering kiss on your forehead and shook his head. “Don’t be sorry for being amazing, (Y/n).”

For a few seconds, the two of you stayed like that, just staring into each other’s eyes, thankful that the two of you found each other so early in your lives. From talking across the hall in jail cells to defending each other in class to finally kissing each other on the ground, you and John had been through it all.

You weren’t sure who leaned in first, but your lips met once more, in a soft and tender kiss, both of you in such a daze.

Just as your boyfriend weaved his fingers in your hair, a voice boomed, “Hey! Aren’t you two supposed to be in the dining hall?”

John rolled his eyes. You stayed still, unsure of what exactly to do. Who was that random person to command where you and John were to be? Ever the criminal, John pulled you in for a bruising kiss where his hands pressed into your back. You got the idea, smiled, and pulled his hair as you kissed back fiercely.

“Hey!” the voice said.

You laughed and pulled away. “Sorry, Miss.” You grabbed John’s hand. “We’ll get going now.” Spotting the bag by your feet, you kicked it under the bed discreetly and pulled your boyfriend along with you.

John just smirked at the guard and followed you.

A few days passed, and John was becoming more and more accustomed to living in Mount Weather. The kids left from the hundred weren’t really keen on talking with either of you, so you two made a new friend. John and you always went back to Rory and her family. Not only was the father an outcast, you weren’t sure why, but his daughter was also not an absolute pain to be with.

As you drank your favorite drink, you watched as John continued to play with Rory.

“You’re doing it wrong!”

“It’s make believe, Aurora. I’m not doing anything wrong.”

The little girl stomped her foot. “John, give me the wand or I will stab you with a fork.”

Both of them had a habit of calling each other by their real names when annoyed.

You giggled as John gave the girl the whisk and revealed tongs from behind his back. “I got a more powerful wand!” John announced.

The girl just smirked. “You have to catch me first!”

Rory’s dad sat down next to you and watched his daughter play with your boyfriend. “Thinking about kids, (Y/n).”

Your drink went down the wrong pipe, and you coughed repeatedly. “Uh,” you gulped down the drink as you tried to get rid of the burn of something in your trachea, “no. I mean, not because, uh,” you stuttered. “Rory’s great, Mike, but John and I definitely aren’t ready for kids. We’re not sure if we want any really.”

You caught John’s eye. Your boyfriend was staring at you worriedly. You smiled and shook your head. “She’s getting away,” you told him.

John’s eyes widened. Rory had disappeared. She had way too many hiding places in that small space.

Mike laughed. “Sorry. It’s just you two are good with her.”

You felt air move around your legs. You glanced under the table, and the little girl put her finger to her lips. You nodded and glanced at your boyfriend, who was still trying to figure out if the little girl could fit in the cabinets.

You shrugged. “We haven’t seen her with a tantrum,” you observed, “or with diapers.”

“Right you are.” Rory’s dad cracked his neck and sighed. “We’d love to have you here more often. With work cracking down on me, would you mind? Only if you two wouldn’t mind.”

You smiled. “I’ll have to talk to John, but we’ll definitely consider it.”

You confronted John about it just before bedtime. He sat next to you on your top bunk. “How often is he talking?”

You shrugged. “I don’t know. What do you think?”

John pursed his lips and stared at the ceiling. “I think,” he drawled, “maybe it might be a good idea.” He smiled. “Rory’s an ok kid.”

You nudged him with your shoulder. “You liar.”

“Fine, fine, she’s pretty great.” John sighed.

You bit your lip. “Are you sure? I thought you wouldn’t want to get attached or something.”

“You’re right, but,” he turned his body so he could face you, “I think I could get used to this place.”

You smiled. “Great.”

He kissed you good night and snuggled in next to you.

You woke up in the middle of the night. I sighed and cracked a few of your knuckles. Weird sleeping habits came with a crazy life. You slowly slipped out of John’s grip, kissed his forehead and walked around the room as silently as you could. You stumbled upon John’s bunk bed. You opened his drawer to find your bags safely hidden behind mundane things. Since his bed was in the corner, both of you agreed it would be better to hide the stash there.

You smiled. You wouldn’t need it anymore.

Then, light flooded the room. You jumped and hid in the corner. Thankfully, the shadows concealed you. Why would someone open the room in the middle of the night? No one was allowed outside after bedtime.

You peeked over the bed and saw a few guards enter the room. You narrowed your eyes as they approached the first bed, Harper. They took out a syringe and stabbed her neck. Harper only had so much time to wake up and gasp, “What?” before falling limp. Two guards took her still form and headed towards the door.

You searched the bags and found a kitchen knife. You grasped it and pocketed a few sharp utensils. “Hey!” you screamed. Maybe someone would wake up. You sprinted towards them and stabbed one of the guards holding Harper with the large kitchen knife. You kicked another one down and slashed his arm.

Then, you felt a prick in your shoulder. Damn flimsy nightgowns. Your vision swirled with hues of black, grey, and white. Sleep took over you. “No,” you whispered. You frantically waved around your knife and scooted away from the figure in disgusting army green.

Another needle pricked your neck. “No,” you let out. John’s name was on the tip of your tongue. You just had to scream it. However, just as your mouth opened to say it, the poison won and took you under.

The guards grunted and groaned, and despite injuries, they carried you and Harper through the halls, right past Mike.

Mike was one of the few people who cleaned the halls during the night, a job given to only those who were desperate for a job. When he saw your unconscious form, he grabbed a guard’s arm. “Hey, what are you doing with them?”

“They’re sick. We’re taking them for treatment.”

Mike glanced at you and at the blood that had dripped onto the clean floors. “Maybe I could take a look. My wife was a doctor.” He had to get you away from the guards.

“Sorry, Mike, but we were ordered to take the kids to Dr. Tsing.”

The father opened his mouth to refute again, but the guard beat him to it, “Might be contagious. Who knows what would happen if it got to your daughter.”

The blood drained from Mike’s face.

The guard smirked and left the halls.

Mike took a few deep breaths and tried to form a plan. He couldn’t go after him. There were too many cameras. But, John could. Mike carelessly wiped up the blood trail, avoided cameras as he wrote a note, and went to the hundred’s room. He blinked a few times before turning on his machinery. He bumped into his cleaning cart and let all of his supplies crash onto the floor. As he picked them up, he slipped the note under the door. He continued to clean, drop, crash, until finally a few kids gathered by the windows.

John had woken up from multiple crashed outside the door. He reached out for you, but only found a cold pillow. He shot up. Where were you?

“Murphy!”

He looked down from his bed. “What the-”

Monty handed John a piece of paper, and the look on Monty’s face didn’t make John feel any better. John snatched the note from him and read it as fast as he could. Then, he read again carefully. “No,” he whispered. He jumped off the bed and shoved his way past the kids. He saw Mike outside the door. “Open it!” he screamed. He punched the iron door and cursed immediately after.

Mike opened his mouth. He looked at the floor. He wiped some more blood and pretended to be frustrated he couldn’t get it all. He took his I.D. card and swiped it, but the door rejected his card. He didn’t have enough clearance.

Mike stared at Murphy with a pained expression. The dad couldn’t help him.

John sneered. Why wouldn’t he help you? Just when everything was about to go right, everything went drastically wrong. But John Murphy wasn’t a criminal for no reason. He was going to get to you. “Get off,” he shouted. He pushed people out of his way and ran to the corner of the room. The drawer was open, and one of the bags was on the ground. He searched the bag for anything useful.

“Monty!” John called. He grabbed both bags. If anyone could get through a digitally locked door, it would be him. “Monty!”

“Murphy, if you haven’t noticed, we-”

John shoved the bags into his chest. “Can any of these help?”

The teen blinked and dug through the bag. He grabbed two walkie talkies you and John swiped from a few guards and smiled. “These might help.”

Meanwhile, grinding noises woke you up. Your eyelids were heavy, and the only thing you could process was the name you wanted to say before. “John,” you whispered. You blinked a few times. Your head felt like a lead weight, and you knew you had legs and arms, but you could feel any of them. The grinding, drilling, screaming sounded like static.

Screaming? “What?” You opened your eyes. “Harper!” you screamed. The girl was strapped on the table as a woman drilled into her hip. “Hey,” you gasped. You crawled forward in your cage and grasped the cage. “Stop,” you whispered. You groaned and tried your best to just breathe. Harper’s screams grew sharper, and suddenly, you could hear her screams loud and clear. You covered your ears and screamed. “Stop it!” You patted your legs, trying to find the utensils you’d pocket. However, they had taken your clothes and left you in a clean hospital gown. Except, those doctors weren’t going to help you.

You banged against your cage. What were they doing? Why were they hurting her? They were so nice before. You should’ve listened to John and ran. You should’ve run. Maybe you would’ve escaped.

You shook your head. No. You couldn’t live on that. You had to save Harper.

“Hey!” you shouted again. “What are you doing? You’re hurting her! Stop it!”

A guard, a bandage around his arm rattled your cage. “Shut up!”

You looked around the room. There was a ceiling vent near you. You couldn’t reach it by any means, but maybe there was someone listening on the other end. “Help!” You pulled yourself to the top of your cage. “Help! John, help me! It’s (Y/n)! They’re killing us! They’re killing us!”

Your cage rattled again, but you didn’t care.

You were going to die. You were going to die, and you never had the time you wanted. You wanted John to be there with you.

“Run!” you screamed. “You have to leave! Run away!”

“Shut her up,” the woman instructed the guard.

“I’m trying!”

You continued. You don’t get to survive when you give up easily. You screamed as loud as you could, so much your lungs burned and begged you to stop. But you didn’t. “Help!” you screamed again, tears running down your cheeks.

You weren’t even going to die surrounded by trees. It would be in an ugly, starkly white room with a scratched-up hospital gown and no John. With no one you loved.

“Get away from Mount Weather! Run! Escape! Please!”

The guard pushed your cage to the ground. “Shut up!”

Your arm took the brunt of the fall, and you could hear something crack. You screamed your throat raw, the pain helping you get as loud as you could.

The guard kicked your cage. “I said to can it, space freak!”

“Make me!”

Suddenly, Harper’s screams ceased. The girl’s fingers went limp, and her head fell against the table.

“No!” You rattled your cage. “Hey, stop it! She’s had enough!” You punched your cage. “Hey, she’s done, please.” You screamed again. “Please, you’ll kill her!”

The doctor growled. “Shut up.”

You blinked a few times. The brave words fell out of your mouth before you could comprehend it. “I will, if you take me.” You gulped. You were going to put yourself through hell if you went along with it. You had to. You couldn’t live knowing you allowed Harper to die. She was kinder than the rest, and you couldn’t just watch as they continued to drill into her.

John would kill you if he was in there with you.

You gulped. “I’ll stop asking for help if you take me. Plus, if she’s dead, you can’t get whatever you need from her, right?” Your lungs collapsed and expanded too often, that you weren’t sure if you were even breathing.

John was a survivor.

“It would make more sense if you took me,” you explained. You glanced back at Harper’s limp fingers, and you teared up. If no one was coming, you were going to be like that. Seeing as Harper was unconscious and no one else was captured, you were going to be in a worse position than Harper’s.

John was going to be ok.

The doctor stopped drilling and nodded at the guard. The man smirked and opened your cage. Despite your faux confident persona, you cowered and backed into the corner of the cage. You whimpered and the guard pulled you up by your broken arm. You gasped and screamed as the pain struck you arm and shoulder.

The guard whispered, “Some payback for your little stunt.” He threw you against the table. Next thing you knew, pain shattered your hip, and you screamed your throat raw. “John!”

John’s ears perked up. He narrowed his eyes at the vent.

“Murphy,” called Monty.

John shook his head and and stood next to him. “Anything?”

“I can disarm the door, but I can’t open. We need brute force.”

John nodded. “Do it.” He shoved past the people at the door. “Move back!: he demanded. SOme kids were trying to pry the doors open with a few utensils, but they were bending against the force. John handed out carving forks, kitchen knives, and even a few wooden blocks from Rory’s toy set for keeping the door open.

“Listen up!” John yelled. Silence engulfed the room immediately. Your boyfriend brandished you a kitchen knife. “Everyone with something sharp and thin, to the door, we’re prying this damn thing open. People with blocks or anything heavy and large, get ready to keep the door open.”

Just as he turned around, some kid decided to test John’s patience. “Why should we listen to you?” the kid challenged.

John let out a short huff of air and cracked his neck. As quick as lightning, John had a knife by the kid’s throat. “You really want to ask that when (Y/n) isn’t here?” he whispered darkly. “You always listen to the guy with a knife.” He pushed the kid to the floor. “Anyone else?” he challenged. When no one responded, he nodded. “Good. Monty, ready?”

“Unlocking door in three, two, one!”

John used all his strength to pry open that door. He couldn’t lose you. You were his constant in life, and you being gone was unthinkable, a disgrace of a thought. No, he was going to get to you and kill the bastards who touched you.

It took about an hour, but the door was finally open enough for someone to slip through. John, as expected, had pushed through first, a knife in his hand. He was met with guards, armed with guns. John laughed. “Bad day for you.”

Chaos erupted just like that. As John weaved through the crowd, killing guards with a kitchen knife or his bare hands, more kids poured out of the room and did the same. They aimed to kill because their enemies aimed to kill.

When John broke the first line, he had a kitchen knife in his belt and a gun in his hand. He bolted in the direction Mike’s note told him to and shot security cameras whenever he could. Mike met him late with a cleaning cart. “I’m sorry-”

“Where is she?”

Mike took a map and pointed John in the right direction. “Go get her.”

John nodded and rushed in the direction Mike pointed out. Just when his path ended, he heard your screams. “(Y/n)!” he yelled. Your boyfriend followed your voice, and thankfully, some of the kids had followed him. He would need an army.

Your screams hurt more than anything John had ever experienced. Worse than being hanged, worse than being tortured, worse than being exiled. It was too horrible. He had to save you.

Then, your screams stopped.

“No,” he whispered. “No!” He ran faster, killed guards as swiftly as he could. Finally, he reached a metal door with a keypad. Without looking through the window, he shot the keypad and kicked the door. “(y/n)!” He kicked the door again. “Come on!” He shot the door twice and kicked again.

The door swung off its hinges.

John shot the doctor.

Someone flung themselves into his arms.

Your boyfriend’s eyes widened.  He pushed the someone back. Harper. Where were you? You were screaming bloody murder. Where could you be?

Harper’s mouth was moving, but John couldn’t hear any of it when his eyes landed on your body. You were crumpled on the floor, and your limbs were so unnaturally twisted, it looked like one of Rory’s rag dolls that she’d throw on the floor in a tantrum. John’s eyes blurred with tears.

The next thing he could comprehend was holding your cold, limp body in his arms. There were so many words he wanted to scream, but his lungs didn’t allow him to do so. His fingers shook as he pushed your hair back like he had done so many times before. It was too different from those times before. How cold your skin felt. How tightly your skin was wrapped around your bones. How you didn’t blush and giggle and whine out his first name.

“-woke up, she was screaming on the table. The guard told me I was lucky. She,” Harper gasped for air, “She told them to take her instead of me. They-”

“She what?” John asked in a calm voice. He held your body closer and watched as his tears dropped on your bloody hospital gown. “She sacrificed herself,” he turned to look at Harper, “for you?”

The girl gulped and clung to Monty.

All that anger, guilt, pain boiled over. “She’s dead because of you!” he screamed. Murphy reached for his gun. “If you hadn’t been a bitch and taken the pain, maybe she would be alive.”

Monty stepped in front of Harper. “Murphy-”

“Shut up!” He cocked his gun, and no one else dared to say anything “Who says you deserve to live over (Y/n)? Who said you’re worth more!”

“Murphy,” Monty warned.

“She’s my everything, and you took her from me!” John aimed the gun at both of them.

“(Y/n) saved Harper! Are you really going to kill her now?”

Through John’s tears,  he could almost imagine it was you two where Monty and Harper were. Him protecting you from someone while you clung to him, trusting him with your life. John imagined you begging the guard or doctor to be put in Harper’s place. He imagined your fear, your pain, your sheer bravery. Your sheer stupidity.

How was he supposed to live without you?

John wanted to pull the trigger, but as far as he knew, your last words were about saving Harper. He couldn’t take that from you. No matter how much he wanted to kill her, the reason you were dead, he couldn’t. He growled and curled up around your body. “I love you,” he whispered, tears dripping onto your forehead. “I love you. I love you.” John whispered it against your skin over and over, as if trying to brand it into your brain.

Deep down, he knew you wouldn’t hear it. But it he let that thought occupy his mind, he knew he would lose everything. No, he needed to believe that you knew he loved you and that you loved him back.

AHHH IT’S DONE AND I AM SO HAPPY WITH IT AND SAD WITH IT I CRIED GUYS I CRIED!!! I really miss writing John, so hopefully he’s in character. two OCs joined our characters, Mike and his daughter, Rory, were too good to not be in this story. 

I hope you guys like it! Have a brilliant day! Love you all!

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a hundred dollar kiss

I’m on my phone right now and can’t post the link, but this is inspired by one of @voltron-messenger‘s post. Thank you so much for letting me write this and I hope you’ll  it! <3

[also on AO3]

You and i both know i’d PAY $100 to kiss Lance

Lance blinked in surprise at the message, not really understanding the words he was looking at. Was this…? Did he really…?

He looked once again at the contact name at the top of the screen and… yup, it was Keith, okay? It was really Keith who sent Lance this text. Well, Lance was using Pidge’s phone right now and Keith didn’t know, which means that he thought that Pidge was the one who asked him if he'd kiss Lance for a hundred dollars.

Fuck, he thought as the words finally started to make sense to his shocked brain. He could feel a blush taking over his face and maybe his hands were trembling a bit but nothing compared to his heart’s beats that felt like thunders in his chest. Fuck fuck fuck fuck…

“What did he say?” Pidge asked trying to look at the phone but not succeeding, despite raising on her tiptoes and putting her hands on Lance’s shoulder for support. “Lance, I can’t see what Keith said.”

He knew Pidge was talking. He could hear her voice in his ears but it was muffled somehow. Her words didn’t make sense and he didn’t care that much about it right now to even try understanding them.

His thumbs were still trembling as he tried to come up with a reply for Keith. He didn’t really know what he was going to say but he needed to do something. Swallowing, he nodded to himself and started typing but he only got the chance to write I before Pidge snatched the phone from his grip.

“Pidge,” he yelped trying to take it back. He could hear the tapping of the keyboard as his fingers smashed on the touch screen.

“Lance, let it go!” Pidge grunted, trying to take Lance’s fingers off the phone. “I swear to God, if I drop my phone because of you…”

“Pidge, c’mon! You’re gonna see the texts later anyway, just… just let me tell him it was me.”

“Why? What did he say?” she asked, her voice making it sound like a demand. Lance felt the blush appearing on his face once again and he hesitated before he answered, which only made Pidge narrow her eyes further in suspicion.

“Did he realize it was you?” she considered, her suspicious look turning into an amused one. “Did he say he’d pay to kiss you?”

Lance inhaled through his nose surprised and widened his eyes as he let go of the phone to take a few step back. Pidge locked her phone and put it back in the back pocket of her jeans. It looked like Lance’s reaction was enough of an answer for her. She smirked at him and crossed her arms over her chest, barely holding in a giggle. 

“Wh- Dude, I don-Keith didn-” Lance kept tripping over his thoughts, the bright blush on his neck and cheeks making Pidge enjoy this more than usual. She waited for him to gather his words, though, raising an amused eyebrow at him. “How?” Lance settled on in the end.

“I’m his best friend, dude,” she shrugged like it was the only answer Lance needed. And it was.

Lance still looked unsure at her but nodded in the end. His heart didn’t calm down yet and Keith’s text flashed before his eyes whenever he blinked

“Oh my god,” he whispered, his fingers combing through his short hair. “Oh my god oh my god oh my god! Keith wants to kiss me?”

Pidge didn’t get the chance to answer before the sound of an incoming text made Lance jump in surprise. She takes out her phone and looks at it.

“Lance, I think the question you’re actually looking for is what are you going to do now that you know that Keith wants to kiss you,” she smiled not taking her eyes off the phone while she was replying to the text.

Lance sighed and leaned on the bookshelves, facing Keith’s back as he searched the other shelves for a book. Lance frowned as he crossed his arms over his chest and waited.

The silence that stretched between them wasn’t awkward. It had never been. That was one of the reasons Lance liked spending so much of his time with Keith. When they were together words weren’t always needed and the quiet that Keith offered was nice.

Right now, though, it was driving him crazy.

“We’re really not gonna talk about it?” he spoke up finally sighing. He saw Keith’s shoulder tense a little but he didn’t turn to face Lance. He stubbornly continued to pretend that the book he was looking for was on one of these shelves.

“Talk about what?” Keith asked and his voice, while it was trying to be normal, sounded a little strained.

“Ah, I really don’t know, Keith. Maybe about the texts?” Lance suggested pushing off the shelves he was leaning on to step beside Keith.

“I don’t know what texts you’re talking about,” Keith stubbornly denied once again making Lance frown.

Well, if Keith wanted to play, Lance could do it too.

“Really now?” he grinned. “Then you’re gonna owe me a hundred dollars.” Keith took in a surprised breath and turned to glare at Lance, but his pink cheeks made him so adorable that Lance couldn’t stop his grin from widening.

“You’re such a jerk,” Keith muttered and turned on his heels to walk away from Lance. “That’s why I didn’t want to tell you about-!”

“Whoa!” Lance exclaimed reaching out a hand to grab Keith’s arm and stopping him. “Why am I being a jerk, now?”

Keith turned to look at Lance, glaring at him one more time. “Because you’re making fun of my feelings.”

“What?! No, Kieth-” he started to defend himself but looking once again at Keith, he saw that his joke had hurt him. “I… I’m sorry,” he said quietly holding Keith’s eyes. “I didn’t mean to sound like that, really.”

Keith still looked unsure at Lance, like he couldn’t decide if he wanted to believe him or not, but in the end he nodded slightly. Lance smiled at him and, since Keith wasn’t going to walk away anymore, he thought that maybe he should let go of his arm. He didn’t want to do it, though. What he did instead was grab Keith’s hand and loosely intertwine their fingers together. Another pretty blush appeared on Keith’s cheeks, which made mLance’s heart twist with satisfaction.

“It’s just that you’ve been ignoring me ever since that stupid text and I feel like I’m going insane, Keith,” he explained letting looking down at their hands with a soft smile. He squeezed their intertwined fingers just because he could do it now. “I like you,” he admits quietly. “I really, really like you. I really, really, really-”

“Oh my god, you goofus!” Keith laughed, covering his face with his free hand. “Please don’t start singing Carly Rae Jepsen right now.”

Lance grinned at him, feeling his whole body fill up with fondness and something warm at Keith’s soft laugh.

“I’ll always sing Carly Rae Jepsen,” Lance chuckled tugging Keith closer by the hand. Their bodies weren’t touching, but they were close enough that Lance could whisper and still be heard loud and clear by Keith. “But only for you, babe!”

Keith laughed once again and put his forehead on Lance’s shoulder, his breath tickling and making goosebumps raise on Lance’s skin.

“I can’t believe I have a crush on a dork like you.”

Lance hummed with a small smile on his lips before he turned his head to kiss Keith’s hair.

“Do I have to remind you that you’d pay a hundred dollars to kiss this dork?”