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Tyler Galpin and reader rivals, and the reader working with Tyler during the voulunteer thing - and they keep being mean to each other during the day, saracstic remarks, and bumping into each other making them spill hot coffee and stuff like that - only for them to make out in the back because they are jsut in love - and just frustrated confess and its heated make uot ting?

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You can’t fight love

Pairing(s): Tyler Galpin x Reader

Warning(s): Angst, Bullying someone because you like them trope, Tyler and Reader both being arseholes to each other, Idiots in love trope, Talks of stabbing, mention of blowing yourself up, Eventual admission of feelings and make out session, Unedited.

Additional Notes: I wrote this whilst high on pain meds, so if it’s terrible I apologise, but it was a distraction I desperately needed so thank you anon <3 (look at his sweet little face in the gif)

Word Count: a lot. i mean it, this is long.

You stared down at the paper you were holding, willing the printed words to morph in to something - anything - else, just hoping that there had been a horrible mistake or someone was going to tell you that it was just a joke.

You’d take literally anywhere else but there.

“Hey y/n! What’ve you got?” Enid’s joyful voice filled your ears, her blue and pink dyed hair bouncing around her face as she came to a stop in front of you.

Not wanting to say it out loud because then it would make it that bit more real, you simply turned the paper around. Ever the expressive individual, the young werewolf’s eyebrows nearly hit her hairline with how high they raised. “The Weathervane?! But that means-“

“Don’t.” You spoke through gritted teeth, “Don’t even say it.”

Enid sighed, tilting her head sideways.

"You'll give in eventually y/n. I know you will. Anyway," Enid said, rolling her eyes before excitedly raising her own piece of paper towards you, "I've got Pilgrim World."

Your eye actually twitched at that.

Noticing this, Enid lowered her paper, practically shoving it behind her back to guard it as though you were going to tackle her to the ground for it at any given second.

“Well, look on the bright side, at least you didn’t get assigned to Uriah's Heap like Wednesday.” She grimaced at the mere thought of the place.

“I think I’d rather take the stuffed, dead animals as company to be completely honest.”

Enid gave you a look, “Oh please. The sooner that you admit that you don’t actually hate that boy but are just using it as a way to deflect your true feelings for him, the better. For everyone.”

Begrudgingly, you shoved open the heavy doors that welcomed people into the Weathervane coffee shop.

It was already quite active inside, the townspeople of Jericho popping in for their morning coffees as well as the students of Nevermore doing the same before going to their assigned places.

Your body faced the window, watching as your classmates all went in different directions to complete their volunteer work and just wishing that you were the person you could see walking in the total opposite direction to the coffee shop.

“You must be the volunteer they’ve sent for the day,” The barista said whilst wiping down a machine when he spotted the striped Nevermore uniform, immediately going into the revised and reversed welcome speech, “Before you start working, please note that you cannot use any kind of enhanced ability you may have in this space. Treat all customers equally and with respect. There’s a spare employee uniform in the back you can get changed into. Please leave any of your personal belongings in there too—“

He abruptly stopped talking when you turned around however, his - annoyingly - beautiful green eyes meeting yours.

“You.”

There were a few moments of silence between the pair of you, neither of you feeling like being the one to initiate further conversation.

“You’ve got to be joking. Out of every possible person that lurks around that school, they assign you.”

You scoffed, making your way over to the back rooms to get changed, “It’s nice to see you too Galpin! Don’t you know just how to make someone feel welcome.”

“It’s not hard Y/N,” Tyler explained like he was taking to a child, “If someone orders a cappuccino, you press the button that says cappuccino. If someone orders a latte, you press the buttons that says latte.”

You’d only been in the same proximity as one another for ten minutes or so at this point, and for every second of that Tyler had been avoiding talking to you like you had the plague, until right now.

You both stood behind the counter, burgundy aprons covering your light brown uniforms as you were forced to listen to Tyler’s frustratingly attractive voice order you about.

Rolling your eyes at him, you turned around, picking up one of the empty cups from where they were stacked and placing it onto the machine, “I figured that out, I’m not 5 years old.”

“Oh yeah? Then why do you act like it?”

You whipped around to face him, “Oh I act like a 5 year old, do I?”

Tyler put his hand to his forehead, massaging his temples as he really tried to suppress the sudden urge he had to strangle you on the spot. It wouldn’t be the best look for business now, would it?

“Just take people’s orders, put the money in the cash register and give them their drinks, okay?” Tyler eventually said, “And at least try to look like you’re not thinking about stabbing them whilst you do.”

You gave Tyler a toothy smile, albeit a sarcastic one, “The only person in this shop that I wish to stab is you.”

Not wanting to take any chances, and since he didn’t know what your abilities were, Tyler backed away slightly, picking up an empty try before exiting from behind the counter to clear away any cups that had been left on tables.

You plastered a - clearly fake - enthusiastic smile on your face, walking over to the cash register before greeting the next customer.

Surprisingly ,things went quite smoothly for a while after that. It had been an hour since you last spoke to Tyler, which was a win in your books, and you hadn’t had any kind of complaints from anyone you’d served, another win.

Of course, things never stay good forever however, and they most certainly didn’t.

"There you go, one black coffee Sir."

The customer offered you thanks before turning on their heel and walking over to one of the unoccupied tables in the coffee shop. You moved on to the next person in the queue, still managing to keep your voice light and friendly, the continued absence of a certain curly haired boy almost certainly helping with that, "Hi! What can I get for you today?"

“Could I get a cappuccino, please?”

“Of course!” You replied pleasantly, grabbing a cup and walking over to the machine.

You pressed the appropriate button, expecting the correct liquid to seep from the machine and into the cup that awaited it at the bottom. However, it seemed as though something or someone had it out for you today because the machine made a sputtering noise, nothing but a bubble forming at the place the hot liquid would normal exit from.

Just to be sure you hadn’t mis-clicked, and not wanting to engage in a conversation with Tyler you pressed on the button again, although this time when the bubble appeared so did a steady stream of smoke from the machine.

Nothing but panic coursed through every part of your being, you calling out for your co-worker for the day as you knew that this was a problem that couldn't just simply be ignored.

Tyler materialised from where he’d been grabbing something from the back, the boxes falling to the floor as he assessed the situation.

“What the hell did you do?!” He exclaimed, practically running over to the smoking machine.

“I just pressed the cappuccino button, like I've been doing all day,” You defensively answered, “That’s all. I haven’t touched anything else.”

“Well clearly you have otherwise the machine wouldn’t be puffing like it had decided to smoke an entire pack of cigarettes all of a sudden.”

Annoyed at his blatant dismissal of your recollection of events, you gritted your teeth, “I didn’t do anything wrong Galpin.”

"Well it seems funny that the machine would choose this day of all days to blow itself up, when there hasn't been a single problem with it since I started working here, doesn't it?"

"Maybe it just finally hit its' breaking point after having to work with you everyday. I'd blow myself up too if that was the case."

Your bickering was interrupted by an obviously fake clearing of the throat, a customer standing at the counter, just staring at the both of you.

“I don’t know what kind of lovers tiff you two are going through at the moment, and to be quite frank, I don’t want to know,” The lady said, readjusting the scarf that hugged her neck, “Can I please just get my black coffee.”

She continued to dart her eyes between both yours and Tyler’s faces, neither of you being able to hide how infuriated you were with the other.

“And make it to go.”

Tyler took a deep breath in, getting to work on the woman’s order without the aid of the machine. Whilst the water was boiling, he retrieved a tray from under the counter.

“Just go and clear some tables and put everything that needs washing in the back,” Tyler said exasperatedly, “It’ll be pretty hard for you to mess that up.”

You snatched the plastic tray out of his outstretched hand, giving him a glare as you did so.

After successfully clearing away all of the empty cups and putting the dishwasher on, you made your way back round to behind the counter, Tyler’s back towards you whilst he conversed with someone.

You decided to do something helpful and restock the area behind the counter that harboured clean cups, saucers, spoons, napkins, anything that could be requested by a customer. Tyler noticed that you had joined him.

“Take 15 minutes, get a drink, do whatever you need to do, just stay out of my way.”

“Wow okay, that started out quite nice, but you just couldn’t help yourself could you.”

Tyler just shrugged, not even looking at you and instead making sure that one spot on the machine was very polished.

“Coffee?”

“I don’t like it.”

“I know,” Tyler said matter-of-factly, “That’s why I offered you one.”

Scoffing, you grumpily walked away from the counter, your feet hitting the floor quite harshly with every step. There were a few empty booths, you choosing the one right at the end so you’d be left alone.

Wandering around the streets of Jericho town centre, there were various Nevermore students that had either fully skived off of their volunteer work or taken a ‘quick break’ that had led to them skiving off of their volunteer work. Oh how you wished you were out there with them.

“Here.”

You were interrupted from your own thoughts as a cup was place down on the table in front of you. Turning your head, Tyler was the last person you expected to see.

Confusedly, you raised an eyebrow at him, “Thanks, but I literally just said I don’t like coffee.”

He didn’t say anything in response, instead just turning on his heel and stalking back over the the counter to serve a customer.

Placing your hands around the warm cup, you dragged it across the wooden table so it was closer to you. Now taking notice of the smell, you could tell that it was definitely not coffee, but instead a steamy cup of hot chocolate.

Your head whipped around to Tyler, seeing him smile at a customer as he handed them their order.

If there was ever someone who could have their face plastered next to the textbook definition of mixed signals it was the boy you were currently watching work behind the counter.

God he frustrated you.

Him and his green eyes. Him and his messy, curly hair that framed his forehead. Him and his overly cute moles that decorated one side of his jaw.

Him and his clear adversary to your company.

"Y/N! Back to work!"

At the summoning of your presence, you sighed before sliding your way off of the comfy booth seat, dragging the now empty cup with you. You gave it a swirl out, placing it into the dishwasher to be properly cleaned with the next load of stained and watermarked porcelain.

You were on your way back out to the front of the shop when your body collided with something, sending you straight to the ground. Hot liquid dripped all over your body, burning against your exposed skin and ruining the material of your uniform.

Tyler stared down at you, holding a tray full of cups that were now on their sides, the contents of which were now either on you or the floor.

“What the—,” Tyler cut himself off, shaking his head at the situation, “We need to get you cleaned up - quickly.”

Glancing round and seeing there was no new customers to serve, everyone contentedly drinking at their chosen tables, Tyler ushered you into the back room, immediately slamming cupboard doors open and shut to search for what he wanted.

He came back over to you, getting to work on dabbing the liquid off of your skin.

“I can do it myself.”

“I’m trying to help you Y/N, stay still.”

He continued to wipe at you with the towel he had found, anger and frustration towards him that had been bubbling away underneath your skin all day threatening to explode. Even more so when he was so insistent on now helping you.

“You know, if you had just watched where you were going we wouldn’t be in this situation!”

You stepped forwards, pressing your finger against his chest accusingly.

Tyler just scoffed, “If you hadn’t have been stood in my way for no reason whatsoever, I wouldn’t have walked into you!”

Chests heaving from anger and the effort from shouting, it was only then that you both realised just how close you’d got over the last few seconds. In fact, you were so close that the tips of your noses were almost touching.

Recoiling at the proximity, you ended up with your back hitting the coat rack, the padded clothing ensuring you didn’t hit the wall.

It took a while for your breathing pattern to become normal again, both of you just staring at one another as the already small room seemed to grow even smaller from the thick tension brewing within its walls.

“What did I ever do to you to make you hate me?” You asked, your voice much more vulnerable and timid than it had been moments ago.

Tyler’s eyes softened at your tone, the muscles in his face relaxing as all of the tension disappeared from his body. “I don’t hate you y/n.”

“It sure seems like you do to me Tyler.”

The boy sighed, “I don’t. I don’t hate you.”

“Yeah, sure, because being snarky with me every time I try to engage in any kind of conversation with you just screams let’s be best friends now doesn’t it.”

“Y/N,” Tyler said softly, grabbing a hold of your arms to hold you in front of him, “I don’t hate you.”

He paused, shutting his eyes momentarily whilst he took a deep breath to compose himself, “And I know that sounds ridiculous when I haven’t given you any reason to think otherwise.”

You lips parted, ready to ask him about his motive behind the hot chocolate gesture before shutting them when you ultimately decided against it.

“For all of my life, I’ve been told to be wary of Outcasts. People that don’t fit in, people that don’t belong here, people that have strange abilities,” Tyler halted his words but physically moved towards you slightly, “Then I saw you.”

You didn’t say anything, you just stayed where you were, pressed against the coats as he slowly made his way over to you.

“I saw you walking past here wearing that strange striped uniform with a group of your friends. You came into the shop, sat in one of the booths near the window. You ordered a hot chocolate with cream and marshmallows and I remember putting a few extra than usual on there,” He let out a breathy laugh, replaying the clear memory over in his head, “And then you laughed at something one of your friends had said.”

Tyler shook his head, the corners of his lips upturned, “I felt like all of the air had been punched out of my lungs.”

“I’ve never felt anything that strongly before, especially for someone I hadn’t even properly spoken to, let alone met, and I didn’t know how to deal with it,” He said, his eyes so intensely focused on yours that it was causing goosebump to form on your arms, “So, like an idiot, I decided that the best thing to do would be to treat you like shit until those feelings went away.”

He took a few breaths, his heart rate having picked up over the course of his declaration.

“But they never did.”

Frozen to the spot, you couldn’t do anything but listen to every word, his voice almost hypnotising you.

“Listen. You’re insufferable, clumsy, hot headed, impulsive, and utterly terrible at making hot drinks,” Tyler spoke his body now so close to your own that you could feel the heat radiating from him. His eyes remained totally focused on yours, you barely blinking under the intensity of his gaze, “But I am unmistakably and undoubtedly in love with you.”

Tyler was practically whispering at this point, although you were close enough to him that you heard everything loud and clear.

Nothing was said for a few beats, the only sound in the room being that of your combined breaths, both of you digesting what had just been said.

“You’re such an idiot Galpin.”

Tyler was about to protest that statement when arms flung around his neck, you effectively shutting him off.

The next thing you knew, both of your lips had been put together, desperation the main culprit behind your actions. It was heated, it was passionate and most of all, it felt right. All of the little throw away comments, all of the deflection of true feelings, all of the tension that had been building up and building up between the two of you had hit its breaking point, resulting in the frantic embrace you currently held one another in.

You gripped at Tyler’s hair, pulling it and feeling his lips vibrate as a moan passed through them. Greedily, you yanked a bit firmer this time, wanting to hear the sound again.

Shortly after, your body was pressed against one of the counters, it not taking long for Tyler to grip ahold of your thighs and place you on top of it. Her slotted his own body between your legs, keeping one of his hands on your hip as his other caressed your jaw.

You pulled your head back, glimpsing at Tyler’s hair all messed up, his lips having puffed up from your own, a flush to his cheeks that wasn’t there before, and your heart swelled.

“I love you too Galpin,” You admitted, leaning your forehead against his, “You absolute idiot.”

The Married Life

Pairing: Calum Hood x Reader

Words: 1300+

Author’s Note: Basic ass title, but I couldn’t figure out a title. Lol. Anyway, I hope you guys enjoy this cute little fic with a side of spice! xox

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the great war , tyler galpin x reader

pairing: tyler galpin x reader

summary: finding out tyler’s been the hyde all along and none of it was real.

“it turned into something bigger. some where in the haze , got a sense i’ve been betrayed.”

Tyler looked down at you with his eyes wide. You watched him , tears in your eyes as he circled you like prey— nothing behind his emotionless expression.

“It was you.” You muttered , shaking your head as you tried connecting all the pieces. “You’ve. . . you’ve hurt people. You’ve lied.”

Your heart hammered in your chest as the news washed over you like a bad fever. Chills dancing up your spine as he watched you unbelievably , listening to you but showing no signs of actually caring.

“I cried to you when Rowan left.” Your eyebrows furrowed in confusion , remembering how he engulfed you in his arms when you cried about your bestfriend. You remember how he held you , shushing you and promising you it would all be okay.

The memory used to be a sweet one. One that you told Xavier and Ajax when they said you shouldn’t trust someone like Tyler Galpin , a judgemental ‘normie.’

Turns out , he wasn’t a normie at all.

“I guess this is a lesson in not trusting people , right?” Tyler cocked his head to the side. “You made it too easy. All I had to do was be nice to you , and you sung the secrets out like a canary.”

Your hands balled into fist at your side. You were scared at what he’d to do you. If you were the next victim on his list. The boy you thought you knew , hadn’t been real at all. “How could you?”

Tyler rolled his eyes. “You should’ve walked away when you had the chance , Y/N.”

“But I didn’t because I cared about you!” You defended. “I trusted you.” The heaviness in your heart hurt too much to look at him , the way his body was crouched over in a defensive position. He didn’t even look at you like you were human.

“I told you to leave that night and you didn’t!” Tyler argued , shaking his head quickly. “I gave you the chance but you just couldn’t stay away.”

Everything started making sense. Throughout the whole semester , Tyler had been there. You told him things about Wednesday and Enid , you told him about Xavier and most of the time you were just venting. You told him everything about Nevermore without even meaning to— because you thought you were just venting to him , someone who you cared about and maybe could’ve loved. . . Looking back at it , it made your stomach sick.

“Then why did you. . .” your bottom lip trembled. “Then why did you kiss me that night?”

“None of it was real.” Tyler admitted as he stood in place , a tiny sense of guilt creeping up the back of his neck once he looked into your teary eyes. “But–” he hesitated. “Sometimes I wish it was.”

His words felt heavy. There was something behind it that made you think that maybe , it hadn’t all been for nothing. But you couldn’t forgive him for all that he had done , all that he lied about. Even now as he stood in front of you , he didn’t look like the Tyler you met at the coffee shop last spring. He was darker , disconnected. Troubled.

“How long?” You asked him.

“The whole time.”

You heard the commotion start to ensue in the background. Tyler’s eyes shot towards the school then looked at you. “If you go now then I’ll let you.” Tyler upturned his nose. “But this is the last time.”

Before you turned around , you glanced at him one last time. Your chest beating and your mind hazy. “I always had a feeling from that day we met , that’d somehow you’d hurt me.”

“I guess you should’ve listened to it.”

All Hot and Bothered | Sierra Six x gn!reader

Anonymous asked: I need to more of your stories. I can’t get enough. So I can I get a “Is there a reason you’re being annoying?” With Six our beloved 🏎

summary: you’re hot, you’re bothered, there’s a heatwave, and fuck, seeing Six shirtless and sweating is the last thing you need. 

tws: swearing, lil bit of choking

word count: 1226

A heatwave was ripping through the country, the weather so hot and humid that it was impossible to do anything without ending up dripping in sweat and wishing that it was cooler, constantly downing drinks from the fridge and putting ice in anything that required a glass just to try and beat the heat even a little bit; all the curtains were closed, just to try and keep the heat out even a little bit, every ceiling and standing fan was on its highest setting, some even had wet towels in front of them to try and aid with cooling down, but none of it seemed to work. It was so fucking hot, it was too fucking hot. Even Six had taken to walking around without his shirt, showing off his body; he didn’t have a prominent six pack, he didn’t look like the false guys in the films, but it was evident that he was all muscle, and with the sweat on his skin, you couldn’t exactly keep your eyes off of him, and it was more than a challenge to keep your hands off of him, too. Watching him walk around on patrol without a shirt, stripped down to just a pair of jogging bottoms, sweat making his skin glisten, his biceps on show; when you looked at him, you couldn’t help but to swallow thickly and bite at the inside of your lip. Fuck, he was hot. 

Six was out in the garden when you decided to pester him, he was working hard on trimming back some of the plants so that he had a better view of everything, and you couldn’t help but to stare at him with wide eyes and your jaw slightly slack. 

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courtland gentry (sierra six) x reader

warnings! none, fluff. ig angst if you squint

a/n! this is dedicated to all of my court lovers.

the bed didn’t feel right without him in it. the couch, your favorite blanket, cheesy rom-coms, and a cup of tea had become your best friends. the last song played quietly in the background, your thumbs scrolling through instagram for the thousandth time that night. a knock on your door interrupts you, causing your eyebrows to furrow in confusion.

you pause the movie and it’s followed by another knock that’s not a figment of your imagination. your footsteps are soft as you pad to the door. “court.” his face washes over with relief. he knew you were safe, but knowing didn’t compare to seeing. “what are you doing here?”

“coming to see you?”

you glance back at the analog clock in your small living room. 3:09. it startles you how late it is. “you were coming to see me at three in the morning- court, where were you?”

the man sighs. he thought surprising you at three am would go smoother. how naive. “can i come in?” you look him up and down, hesitantly. you were happy to see him, relieved actually, but you were known to hold a grudge. court knew that so he urges, “please.”

you open the door wider, obliging to his request. he shuffles past you quietly, offering a whiff of his citrus and wood scented cologne. you breathe it in deeply almost allowing it to distract you of your annoyance. “you’ve got some explaining to do. talk.”

he meets your gaze, blue eyes soft when they look at you. “y/n-“

you huff. “no, courtland. you’ve been gone for two weeks. i wake up and you’re gone. and i, stupidly, didn’t think anything of it until one day turned into two and two into a week and now, all of a sudden, you show up here at three in the morning. no call. no text. nothing.” you’re now chest to chest with the blonde, eyes fuming. “so you don’t get to walk into my house and use your charm to get off easy…talk.”

court is shocked. did he expect you to be upset? yes, maybe even angry. did he expect you to be livid? no, and he’s not sure how to handle it. should he touch you? no. definitely not. raise his hands in surrender? yes. great idea.

so he does so while answering you. “i was working.”

“working?” you repeat incredulously. “do better.”

“you know how the job gets,” court responds bluntly. he’s too casual. unbothered.

your jaw ticks, shoulders rising and falling slowly. “actually, i don’t,” you shoot back. “do you really work in private security, courtland? or maybe i’m the issue? am i the problem? because if you didn’t want to be in a relationship you could’ve just-“

“baby, baby, baby,” he utters softly. “there is not a place in the world i’d rather be than right here with you, okay?” you shake your head in disbelief. before you can argue, the blonde dips his head to place a soft kiss to your lips. his fingers dig lightly into the soft skin at the base of your neck sending a wave of warmth through your body. he pulls away, murmuring against your lips, “you’re everything to me, okay. i need you to know that.”

you nod, “you’re everything to me too, court, that’s why i was so worried.”

a soft smile tugs at his lips. “i know.” he kisses you again, but you know his game.

“i love your method of distraction, babe, but we’re not moving until you tell me where you’ve been.” courtland notices that your voice is gentler. you’re ready to hear to the truth.

“i haven’t been completely honest with you.”

you hum, unbuttoning the top button of his white dress shirt. “i was beginning to assume as much.” you notice the rigidity in his shoulders. he’s almost nervous. “whatever it is, i’m not going to be mad at you. talk to me.”

the blonde sighs, tugging you over to the loveseat. he knows that what he’s going to say will change your relationship and the way you think of him forever. but your comforting gaze and feathery light touch give him a big enough push to spill. “i work for the cia. i have for the last twenty years and i’m what they call the gray man. what they can’t do officially, i do off the record.”

“did they contact you in jail?”

he nods. you knew about his relationship with his dad. everyone knew. you just happened to love him regardless.

your next question is like a punch to the chest. “do you kill people, court?”

courtland knows you already know the answer, but a loaded question like that coming from you feels heavy. he answers anyway, voice barely above a whisper. “when they tell me to.”

it’s your turn to nod. there should be a million questions spilling from your lips, but there’s only one that you ask. “why didn’t you tell me?” you whisper. there’s a flash of hurt in your usually steel eyes. no one else would’ve noticed it, but court did. he notices everything about you.

he explains. “what i do is dangerous, y/n. i’ve made too many enemies to count and i thought by not telling you i could spare you the heartache and keep you safe. but mostly, i was sparing myself because losing you is the only thing that scares me.”

you smile at him softly, placing your hands on either side of his jaw. you give him a lingering kiss, just long enough to feel the tension release from his shoulders and allow his body to melt around yours. oh, if fitz could see him now. “you don’t have to worry about losing me, court. i’m here to stay. just promise me no more secrets or half-truths, okay?”

“you’re not gonna kick me out?” there’s disbelief in his voice. he truthfully was expecting the worst.

a light chuckle falls from your lips allowing court to breathe a little deeper. “believe it or not, i really really really like you, gentry, and i hate to break this really good thing up. so promise me…no more secrets. i don’t care what happens or who comes after you or the risks. if we’re gonna be all in, we have to be all in.”

his head falls to your shoulder where he peppers kisses all the way up to your ear. “i promise. i’m all in. thank you for understanding.”

your hands find the wide expanse of his back, rubbing soothing circles. “i don’t completely understand and i have a lot of questions, but i trust you. i know we’ll be okay.”

he kisses you once again unable to find the right words to thank you. “let’s go to bed, yeah? i’ll explain everything in the morning.”

you nod, sliding off his lap and extending your hands to help him up. “welcome home, court.”

“it’s good to be home, baby.”