Brekker's Shadowsinger

You followed along behind him as he chauffeured you to your room. It was hard not to drool at how imposing he looked in the dark and narrow corridor.

Once the door was open, he let you through first.

The room was lovely. A big bed with soft-looking white sheets. A huge TV on the opposite wall. A typical desk that you won’t ever use and a door that presumably led to the bathroom.

“This is nice!” You smiled, dropping your tote bag to the floor without a care.

Garrett quietly shut the door behind you, dropping his own bags off next to the door.

“Yeah.”

“No petals on the bed? You’re slacking, Graham.” You teased.

Garrett came up behind you, wrapping his arms underneath your jumper around your waist. You let out a laugh and your neck automatically rolled back when Garrett started kissing you there.

“I can be more romantic than rose petals, baby.”

“Oh yeah? A bubble bath? Bottle of champagne?”

Garrett nipped at the skin on your neck, which would no doubt leave a lasting mark. He didn’t let you out of his hold no matter how much you wriggled.

“How about a night in? No fancy dress up or expensive meal. Just us. Here. Take-out and board games.”

You spun around but Garrett kept a close hold on you.

His eyes searched for something in yours, no doubt curious as to what you were about to say.

“You might as well have just asked me to marry you.”

Garrett wasn’t nonchalant enough to hide the smile on his face. In fact, he beamed. His smile was wide and the little creases in the corner of his eyes proved how happy he was.

“One day.”

He leant down to kiss you, your hands immediately coming up to the back of his neck as leverage to keep him down. The kiss was slow and hot. It was the kind of kiss that felt like you’d both been waiting years for it - when in reality it had been about ten minutes.

Garrett’s teeth accidentally clashed against yours and you both pulled away laughing, breathing heavy from the kiss.

“Love you.”

“Love you too.”

Garrett kissed you once more before you let each other go.

You were both quiet as you unpacked various bits. Your suitcase was open on the bed - a suitcase that Garrett had teased you relentlessly over considering you were only here for the night. He’d only brought a backpack.

Your eye caught on your burgundy, silk, slip dress that you’d brought in case you went out for a fancy meal. You took it out of the suitcase and held it up against your body.

“I have no reason to wear this now we aren’t going out.” You said, waiting for Garrett to come out of the bathroom to look.

His eyes visibly darkened when he saw the dress.

It was one you hadn’t worn yet, but one that Garrett was eager to see you in.

“You can still wear it.” His jaw ticked as he tried to control himself.

“Right. Me in a silk dress and you in joggers.” You laughed sarcastically, putting the dress back in your suitcase.

“I brought nice clothes. I can get dressed up for you, baby.”

You walked the distance over to him, hooking your arms around his middle and tilting your head back to look at him.

“Really?”

“Yeah.” He smiled, “I’d be stupid to pass up the opportunity of seeing you in that dress.”

“You would.”

“Okay then. Looks like we’re dressing up.”

Garrett leaned down to kiss you softly, which was ruined by you smiling too much to keep your lips together.

——

Garrett after a shower made you weak at the knees.

You had gotten ready in the bathroom at the same time that Garrett had a shower, and barely had the brain to concentrate with him there.

It was outrageous how hot he was, especially fresh after a shower with a white towel wrapped around his waist - like he had right now.

“You okay?” He asked.

He knew what he was doing, that was the rude thing about him.

His arms placed on the bathroom counter, either side of you, his muscles flexing and veins surfacing. Fuck.

“Can you please leave.”

“Leave?” He raised his eyebrows.

“Yes. Goodbye.”

You tried to go back to continuing your makeup routine, but it was hard to focus on anything other than him pressing up further into the back of your. Your breath shuddered at the feeling of him pushing against you.

You made brave eye contact with him through the mirror. He had a challenging look on his face, clearly ready to fight you on this topic of conversation.

“Why?” He rolled his bottom lip inwards with his tongue.

“You know why.”

“Enlighten me.”

His face came down to your neck, his nose moving along the bare skin there. He loved that you smelt consistently of your favourite shower gel and body cream combination. It was a comforting smell to him, and you loved how obsessed it made him about you.

Goosebumps covered your skin as he slowly moved his nose down, before he stopped in one spot to kiss you delicately.

Your mouth parted in an involuntary gasp.

“This… Is why.”

Garrett paid no attention to you and continued to work his lips over the patch of skin he’d taken a liking to. He would no doubt leave a red mark that he’d be proud of.

You closed your eyes and involuntarily tilted your head back against his shoulder, giving him more room to kiss you.

The span of his large hands settled over your front, smoothing up and down your stomach. He made you so hot and dizzy just from touch alone.

Your breath hitched as his teeth nipped your skin.

You could feel the smugness radiating off of him as you physically reacted to his touch.

He planted a final kiss to the spot he’d been working on, “Still want me to leave?”

“Y-yes.” Your eyes fluttered open.

“You sure? You don’t sound confident.”

Your eyes zeroed in the spot on your neck where he had just been and huffed at the size of it.

“Garrett!” You exclaimed, “I’m going to have to cover that up now, you dick.”

Instead of your boyfriend grovelling, he laughed to himself as he watched you lean forward towards the mirror and assess the damage.

“Cover it for who?” He questioned.

“Not the point.” You turned around and pushed him back with pathetic force. “Out.”

“Ba—.”

“Out!” You shut the door on him before he could say anything else. Only when the door was closed did you let yourself smile at how much of an idiot he was but also how much you loved him.

——

Garrett was laying on the bed in a smart dress-shirt and fitted trousers when you exited the bathroom.

It looked like he had been doom-scrolling on his phone to pass the time. No matter how hard you tried, you could not get him to read a single book. He often preferred to just listen to you read instead.

You cleared your throat, letting him know you were now ready.

Garrett lifted his head. His face visibly softened when he took you in, stood there in a beautiful dress and dolled-up just as you liked.

His phone immediately got dropped to the bed as he sat up, not once taking his eyes off you. He let out a small smirk and a soft shake of his head, making you look down at yourself briefly to check everything looked okay.

“What?” You asked, nervously.

Garrett continued to shake this head as his tongue rolled over his bottom lip. “Come here.”

“Why?”

“Please.” He held out a hand for you.

You pursed your lips, trying to hide your smile, and walked across the room towards his outstretched hand. Your palm fit into his perfectly and he pulled you towards him carefully.

Garrett’s other hand took the time to pull you in by your waist, and then travel slowly down your back to rest in the divot at the bottom of your spine.

He looked up at you like you were some Goddess he worshipped.

He made you feel like a deity.

“What?” You asked again, this time as a whisper. You noticed how his eyes never left yours. His attention was on you and you alone. “Say something.”

“There’s nothing I could say that would be deemed good enough to describe how beautiful you are.”

“I’d say that was pretty perfect.” You couldn’t help but blush.

Garrett chuckled and stood up so his gaze now looked down upon you. It didn’t make you feel any less or any smaller. You still felt seen and beautiful.

His hand ran up the back of your dress, up your spine and to the back of your neck. You couldn’t help when your breath hitched as he moved his hand. Curse men and their damn hands.

Garrett wasted no time in pulling your face towards his as he leant down to kiss you.

His lips were as soft as always and you no doubt tasted of the cherry chapstick you’d just reapplied. The kiss was everything.

You moved your hand up so you could cup his jaw. Your touch was featherlight, but it let you keep his face close to yours and his lips selfishly pressed to yours.

You couldn’t help but smile, unintentionally breaking the kiss.

“What?” Garrett laughed quietly, keeping his forehead pressed against yours.

It was your turn to shake your head softly. You looked up into his eyes and could see reflected everything that you also felt.

“I love you.” You whispered against his lips, ghosting the words into another kiss.

“I love you too.” He returned the sentiment, pressing his lips harder against yours this time.

Your hand slid from his jaw back to the curls on the nape of his neck. You tugged on them as he deepens the kiss, his jaw tilting slightly to angle the kiss better. It was extremely satisfying to hear Garrett moan moments later.

He pulled away, like he could tell that you were only going to tease him if he continued getting loud over something as simple as a kiss. Then again a kiss was never simple between you two - They were so much more than that.

“You look handsome, by the way.” You said, keeping his face close to yours.

His hand in yours squeezed tight.

“Thank you.”

“This the shirt we bought the other weekend?”

“Mhm.”

“I told you that blue and white striped shirts were a girl's wet dream. You look like Colin Firth in Mamma Mia.”

“Should I be offended that you’re thirsting over Colin Firth in Mamma Mia?” He furrowed his eyebrows.

“More like, should I be offended that other girls get to see you wearing it?” You tutted, pulling your hands out of his hold to wrap them both around the back of his neck. Garrett’s hands swiftly followed to both rest around your waist.

“I’ll only ever wear it for you. That sound like a plan?” He kissed you quickly.

“I could live with that.” And you kissed him right back.

——

“You bought a couples card game?” You watched as Garrett unpackaged the new card game from its box, “This is our 4 year anniversary, babe.”

Garrett smirked as he tossed the plastic packaging aside, sitting on the floor with his back against the foot of the bed. You lay on your front close by, next to the picnic blanket full of empty food packets and pizza boxes.

“Just…” Garrett silently told you to trust him. “We literally just pick up cards and ask each other the questions on them.”

“Okay.”

“Ladies first.” He gestured to you. Ever the flirt.

You picked up the first card in the deck and flipped it over to read it. You hummed to yourself.

Maybe this was a good game after all, because you didn’t know Garrett’s answer to this question for example.

“Have you ever dreamed about me? What was it about?” You smirked and raised your eyebrows, placing the card back down in a new pile of its own.

You watched Garrett tip his head back with a laugh, laughing up at the ceiling. He clearly had something on his mind to share as an answer.

He looked back towards you.

“Yes.” He licked his lips and clasped his hands, in his lap, in front of him, “Quite a lot.”

“Do tell.”

“Well I vividly remember the dreams I had of you leading up to the first time we slept together.”

“Charming.” You rolled your eyes with a laugh.

“Was never as good as the real thing.”

“You’re an absolute pig.” You reached your hardest to slap his leg, but it was a little pathetic. Garrett laughed at your effort. “Thought this was meant to be a romantic game.”

“Well what do you want me to say?” Garrett argued, “You want me to give you the details? Like how I remember one dream was literally just me watching you get ready in the morning, because I used to fixate on how you managed to look so perfect every day.”

“Okay, now you’re laying it on too thick, Romeo.” You laughed, pointing to him to pick up a card from the pile to ask you a question next.

Garrett picked up a card and took his time to read it.

“If I need to move somewhere really far away, would you consider having a long-distance relationship or would you follow me?”

You gave your boyfriend a somber smile to a topic of conversation that had come up too many times to count throughout your relationship.

Garrett placed the card down on the new used pile of cards, letting you take a moment to answer.

“You know I’d follow you anywhere.” You answered honestly.

“As long as you never put me or my career above your own, I’d love having you with me.” Garrett said.

You had both fought quite a few times over this topic, and Garrett had always made it very clear that he never wanted you to follow him because you thought you had to. He wanted you to follow him because you wanted to and it wasn’t going to cut you off from any opportunities.

You picked up a card next.

“Tell me something I texted you that made you smile.” You said, placing the card down.

“Probably when you text me ‘Morning’ every day.” He beamed.

“Good answer.”

Garrett picked up a card, “What does it make you feel whenever you hold my hand?”

“Safe.” You answered instantly.

——

A couple of hours and a few rounds of sex later, you’re both laying in bed. Garrett’s laying on his side, looking down at you, whilst you’re laying on your back.

Garrett had made sure to pull the sheets up over your chest, not because he wanted to hide any part of you but because you always got cold after sex.

Garrett’s curls fell over his forehead, because his head was tilted down to watch you speak. It never failed to amaze the both of you how chatty you were after several orgasms.

“There’s something about a hotel room that feels so sexy.” You admitted, taking a long look away from Garrett to survey the dark room. Only the light from the bathroom was on and dimly at that.

“Yeah?” Garrett chuckled.

He didn’t bother to look at the room. He’d seen it all before and you were far more interesting.

“Mhm. Makes me feel closer to you, because we’re the only ones we know here.”

“I see.”

“You’re not listening to me, are you?”

“Not since you said the word sexy.”

“I wasn’t calling you sexy.” You rolled your eyes with a smile.

“Huh. Could’ve sworn you did.” Garrett frowned and furrowed his eyebrows, messing with you like he often did.

The room went quiet after you giggled.

You focused on your fingers that were twisting the sheets in front of you, smiling as you thought back on how perfect the evening had been.

“Baby?”

You took your time refocusing your gaze on Garrett, “Hm?”

“I love you.” He said seriously.

not because he wasn't passionate. because he was. you felt it every time he looked at you.

there were moments he'd forget himself—just for a second. his eyes would drop to your mouth and his jaw would tighten. his tattooed hand would flex against your hip before he caught it, like he'd touched a hot stove instead of your body.

then he'd put another inch between you.

always another inch.

this afternoon was no different.

you'd barely closed your apartment door before his mouth was on yours, deep and hard enough to steal your breath. it was the breaking point of something that had been simmering since the train ride home—standing face-to-face on the crowded L while chicago rattled past around you. you hadn't noticed a single stop. you’d been entirely consumed by each other, both of you desperate for exactly this moment.

for one impossible minute, he forgot.

his hand slid beneath the hem of your sweater, warm palm spreading across the small of your back. he paused, caught between the urge to slide higher against your skin or shift down to the waistband of your jeans.

his body pressed yours against the door and you could feel the way he wanted you. not imagined it. felt it.

every restrained breath. every tremor in the hand resting against your skin. every ounce of restraint holding him together.

then he realized what he was doing. and his hand disappeared.

"...s-sorry."

you frowned.

"for what?"

"i don't..." he rubbed a hand over his face. "i got carried away."

"you kissed me."

"i know."

"you touched me."

"i know."

"as far as crimes go..."

"i'm serious."

"so am i."

he looked away.

god, he looked guilty. as if wanting you had become a liability—something he'd have to apologize for. it felt like shit.

you stepped closer until there wasn't enough room for him to retreat without physically moving you.

"carmen."

his eyes found yours immediately.

you reached for his hand and turned it over in your own, tracing the pale burns across his fingers.

"i'm not made of glass."

he offered a brief, sharp sound that barely passed for a laugh.

"i know."

"no," you shook your head. "i don't think you do."

you were so close that your chest brushed his with every breath. you were right in his face, trapping him in your orbit, forcing him to look at you.

"you know what i think?"

he shook his head.

"i think you're terrified of your own hands."

his throat worked.

"you hold yourself back like wanting me is a sin, like it’s unfair to me. but i'm not-i’m not some perfect thing you have to preserve."

"it's not that."

"no?"

"no."

"then what is it?"

he was quiet for so long you thought he wouldn't answer.

when he finally did, his voice was barely audible.

“what if…” he swallowed, the sound thick in the tiny space between you. “what if i want more than you’re ready to give? what if it’s too much? what if i’m… i’m too much?”

the confession settled heavily between you.

and all you could think about was the history of his hesitation. every interrupted kiss. every unnecessary apology. every hand that had pulled away just when you were begging it to stay.

"i just don't wanna become..." his voice cracked around the words. "someone who takes."

the armor he wore made sense. his family, his history, the ghosts of his past—everything shifted into focus. the shape of his trauma was suddenly entirely clear.

"you won't."

"you don't know that."

"i do."

"no." his head shook once. "you don't know what it's like in my head."

you offered him a smile. soft, patient, and so unbearably fond it was a weapon.

"no."

your thumb brushed over his bottom lip.

"but i know what it's like in mine."

he opened his eyes, staring down at you with the sudden, terrifying certainty that you were absolute ruin to a man like him.

"i spend half my time wishing you'd stop kissing me like you're saying goodbye."

something ached inside him.

"i don't need perfect," you said while your fingers slid into the hair at the nape of his neck. "i don't need careful."

you felt him inhale sharply.

"i need honest."

beside your waist, his hands hovered. still asking. still waiting.

so you took them. your fingers touched his first, and then your palms met the skin of his forearms, smoothing up the strong line of his muscles. you dragged his hands back down, settling them over your hips, and held them there against you.

"carmy."

his eyes searched yours, looking for hesitation, for uncertainty, for some sign he should let go. to let you escape him.

"i am not something you'll wear out by loving me."

his fingers dug into your hips, a purely involuntary reflex.

your voice dropped to a whisper, the words brushing against his lips: "you can handle me."

carmen’s entire body stilled, a sudden, blinding heat flaring beneath his skin.

when he kissed you again, it wasn't gentler. it was surer, firmer. you met him with everything you had, closing off any path of retreat.

he parted his lips just enough to catch his breath, then let his forehead drop against yours, resting his weight there with his eyes closed.

“i…” his voice caught. he let out a single, quiet laugh at his own expense, shaking his head once against you. “jesus.”

you brushed your thumb across his cheek.

"what?"

he opened his eyes. 

there was nowhere left to hide.

"i want you."

the words came out rough, almost disbelieving.

"so much."

another kiss found you before you could reply.

"i've wanted you..." he whispered between breaths, his lips brushing yours again, "...for so long. i just kept thinking… if i let myself feel all of it… if i let you feel–"

"you'd ruin it?"

he nodded once.

you answered by stealing another kiss, teasingly slow at first, until he broke and met you with the exact same hunger you’d been carrying for weeks.

his hand slid gently into you hair, cradling the back of your head as he held you close. when you tilted your head to give him easier access, he brushed a trail of kisses along the curve beneath your ear, lingering there for just a moment.

you bunched the fabric of his t-shirt in your fist, gaze never leaving his.

carmen understood immediately.

slowly, he stripped it off and let it fall to the floor. you mirrored him, pulling your sweater over your head.

there was no rush. but there was no uncertainty, either.

just the two of you, topless in your poorly lit living room, blood rushing hot through your veins, entirely ready to let the inevitable happen. because this thing between you, this pull—it was undeniable.

"so ‘s this okay?" he asked, one last time.

"it's more than okay."

he kissed you once more, smiling against your lips when you smiled back. another grin broke across his face when your fingers brushed against his stomach, his abs tightening instinctively as you undid the button of his pants. 

outside, the city carried on without either of you.

inside, time seemed content to wait.

when his trembling fingers fumbled with the clasp of your bra, his mouth dropped down to kiss your collarbone, and any thought of tomorrow completely vanished. you tried to force yourself to think about the future, but it was impossible; you were too entirely consumed by the electric shock of your naked skin finally meeting his, and the heavy, desperate slide of his hands pushing your jeans down your hips.

there were still conversations to have, fears to untangle, names for whatever this was.

but all of that could wait until another day. right now, there was only this. and the overwhelming realization that you never wanted this feeling to end.

 ₊˚⊹♡

thank you for reading.

GARRETT GRAHAM : 

“You think you're close enough?” Garrett teased you once you settled comfortably in his side, your body pressed flush against him. Your boyfriend wasn't surprised by your sudden touchiness; he knew you all too well and could tell by the look you had in your eyes for the past ten minutes that you wanted more than just watching a movie. He continued to look for a movie for the two of you to watch, smiling as he felt your nose rub against his neck as you nodded. 

You hummed, sending chills down his neck. “Mhm, you smell nice.” 

“Thanks, I used your body wash.” As soon as those words left Garrett’s lips, you were quick to remove your face from his neck and sit up on your elbow, looking at him with an incredulous look. He looked away from the screen when he felt you move away, giving you an innocent smile once he noticed the look on your face, finding your dramatics cute. 

“What? You should be honored that I want to smell like you.” Garrett still had that faux innocent smile on his lips as he spoke sweetly. He gently pulled you back against him, this time you lay on your stomach with your feet in the air, his hand slipping under your shirt and resting on your back, callused fingers softly caressing your skin. 

“Stop trying to sweet-talk your way out of this graham” You narrowed your eyes at him as you poked his chest with an accusatory tone. A cute noise that he would never admit was him, left his lips at the feeling. He quickly dropped the remote and took your hand in his before you could poke him again. 

He caressed your hand with his fingers as he gave you a flirty smirk, his tone dropping to a seductive whisper that usually had you melting, “We both know you love it when I sweet-talk you.” 

You rolled your eyes playfully and let out a faux dramatic groan of disgust at your boyfriend's poor excuse at flirting. You rested your head down against his chest, hiding your smile from. Garrett laughed and held you closer, an identical smile gracing his lips. A louder laugh left his lips and filled his room at the feeling of you biting him, clearly flustered. 

JOHN LOGAN : 

“You okay, baby?” Logan’s voice was soft as it broke the silence of his room, as you hugged him from behind, smushing your face into his warm neck. He paused on retaping his hockey stick to relax back against your chest, the tension in his body after a long, shitty day disappeared. 

You took a deep breath against his neck, his cologne filling your nose, before you answered quietly with a small pout, “Yeah, just wanted to be close to you.” 

You were lying under Logan’s thick blankets in his bed, watching his back muscles and side profile as he sat on the edge of the bed. He was meticulously taping his stick. He was only an arm’s length away from you, but that was too far in your eyes; you missed the feeling of his body against yours. 

Logan internally awed at your words and your cute, sleepy tone. He always wanted to be close to you. He couldn’t remember the moment he realized he was wrapped around your finger. The boys liked to tease him that he was whipped the moment you introduced yourself to him. He knew it was true. The moment he saw your sweet smile, he was gone. 

Logan pulled away from your touch, making the corners of your lips curl into a sad pout as you sat back on your knees, watching as he got up from his bed. His sweatpants hung low on his hips as he walked over to his desk, setting down the tape and stick. But your pout quickly changed into a smile, a giggle escaping your lips when your boyfriend wasted no time to playfully tackle you back against his bed. 

Your head falls back on the soft pillows while Logan takes his favorite spot between your legs. This time, he was the one lowering his head, stuffing his face in your neck, and breathing in your familiar calming scent. You wrapped your arms around his shoulders to pull him closer if that was even possible, scrunching your nose cutely at the ticklish feeling of his scruff against your neck. 

One of your hands moved across his shoulder blade and to his nape and up, softly playing with his soft strands of hair. Logan hummed happily at the feeling before whispering against your pulse point—the feeling of his warm breath sending chills down your spine as you fluttered your eyes closed, “My precious girl.” 

DEAN DI LAURENTIS :

”What are you doing, you little minx?—hmm” Dean hummed with that cocky teasing smirk that everyone folded at, when he felt your sudden touch, how you pressed against him. Did you want more already? He dropped his phone on the bed; it was long forgotten as soon as he felt your touch. 

He had been scrolling mindlessly on his phone for the past 20 minutes while you lay there still at his side, the hot shower you shared not too long ago had you completely relaxed and ready for bed. You were ready for bed, your body begged you to fall asleep after the countless orgasms Dean had given you. 

But neither of you could fall asleep, you because you wanted Dean’s full attention, and Dean because he cared about you so much that he was still nervous about sleeping next to you. This wasn't a hookup; he wasn't used to this, but God did he want to be. 

You rolled your eyes at the ‘pet name’ your boyfriend loved to tease you with, and nuzzled your face against his warm neck; a few strands of his blonde hair tickled your nose. You rest your hand on his bare chest, moving it down to his abs as you sassily answer, “Is it a crime to wanna be close to my boyfriend?” 

Dean’s eyes softened at your words, and his smirk was quickly replaced with a smile, a smile you were finding yourself falling in love with. He still wasn't used to it, hearing you call him your boyfriend; he hoped he never got used to the strange fluttering in his stomach when you did. 

He brought his hand up to softly caress your cheek and jaw with the tips of his fingers as he whispered uncharacteristically soft, “No, I suppose it’s not.”  

You smiled sleepily at his soft touch, your legs tangling together under the soft sheets, while he slipped his hand under his shirt that you were wearing and held your waist, pulling you flush against him. You placed a feather-light kiss on his neck before you mumbled tiredly, “Dream of me, okay?” 

A big dimpled grin spreads across his face, biting his bottom lip to stop himself from chuckling, not wanting to disrupt you from falling asleep anymore. You always kept him on his toes, never knowing what to expect from you. Yeah, he was head over heels in love with you. 

He moved his hand from your waist to softly pat your head affectionately before he started to play with your hair, kissing the top of your head and whispering—his big smile evident in his tone “trust me, I will” 

JOHN TUCKER : 

“Oh—uh, are you okay?” Tucker shyly stammered, an unexpected and awkward chuckle as he felt his face and neck go hot at your unexpected touch. His fingers paused on switching to the next page of his book, a recipe book from his mom, he wanted to make your favorite for dinner tomorrow. But that was the last thing on his mind now. 

You mistook his shyness and surprise as him being uncomfortable,  which was so far from the truth—he wasn't used to you initiating the physical contact, it was always him—only when you gave him that soft look of permission. He didn't know the full story, just what you told him. You called it the cliff notes—you weren’t ready to talk about it, and that’s okay. He would happily wait until you were. 

You trusted him enough with the Cliff Notes, and that was everything to him. You were everything….

You quickly let go of his arm that you were holding and retracted your face from his neck, feeling embarrassed, you mumbled, “Sorry, I just wanted to be close to you.” 

He internally cursed himself out for sounding so awkward, he immediately found himself missing your touch and the warmth that always came with it. 

“Wait, no, come here,” Tucker rushed out, his voice soft and gentle as he carefully set the book on his bedside table before looking back at you. His touch was gentle, like always, as he pulled you back into his arms. He shifted to lie on his side as he held you flush against his chest. 

The movement was sudden, and if it were anyone else, you would have pushed them away, but you found yourself just as quickly relaxing in his arms. The arms you have grown to feel safe in, to admire, to grip onto when things get too much. 

He tangled his legs with yours, both of you over the blankets on his bed. His eyes were soft as he looked into yours, hoping that you couldn’t tell how fast his heartbeat was going from having you so close. He softly caressed your arm as he muttered deeply, “And please don't ever apologize for that.”

“I—I like when you touch me, like a lot,” he trailed off into a more confident tone as he softly bumped his nose against yours. He couldn't help but smile at the cute nose crunch you did at the feeling, or how your eyes softened as his words really sank in. 

“Okay,” you whispered with a small smile after a few moments of silence. You fluttered your eyes closed as you snuggled your face into his clavicle, his scent calming you even more. You didn't hesitate this time, slipping your hand under his shirt and softly scratching at his back, just like how he did to you when you’d get overwhelmed. 

“I guess I could get used to this,” he let out a pleased hum at the soothing feeling, his own eyes closing. You missed the teasing, lovesick smile on his lips, and pulled away to look at him with a raised eyebrow and a playful pout, repeating his words slowly, “You guess?”

Tucker laughed and leaned down to place a lingering soft kiss on your forehead. “Oh, definitely, I’m sure of it.” 

BEAU MAXWELL : 

“Oh, now you miss me?” Beau didn't flinch even though he was surprised at the feeling of you suddenly pressing your body against his side. He was so into the show playing on your dorm tv to notice you were moving closer to him. 

You had spent the last two hours trying to ignore your needy boyfriend as you finished up your assignments, and now that you were done, all he wanted to do was finish up the show. He was teasing you, testing you, and you knew it. You scoffed dramatically and poked his side with a roll of your eyes. You muttered in that bratty tone that he loved, “shut up.” 

Beau grinned as he felt you melt into him. He slipped his arm around your waist to pull you flush against him, your own arm draping across his chest to softly hold his nape, fingers threaded into his curls while your leg draped over his midsection. 

You tried to keep your hands to yourself as the two of you tried to watch the show, well, Beau was watching, and you were watching him. The longer you watched him, the harder it got for you to hold back. He looked so good, his arm behind his head—biceps flexed, freckles decorating the slope of his nose so prettily, his lips you wanted to taste were formed into a concentrated pout as he tried to keep up with the show. 

“Beau baby, please,” you finally cracked as you nuzzled your face into his neck, rubbing your nose against his warm skin, your soft lips brushing against his skin.  He tried not to crack himself, but he was putty in your hands the moment you teasingly nipped at his earlobe. 

Beau moves his hand from under his head and swiftly pauses the show, tossing the remote somewhere on your fluffy carpet. You couldn’t help but giggle when Beau quickly turned his body towards you so could lie on you between your legs, stuffing his face in your neck. 

And in turn, you wrap your legs and arms around him to pull him closer to you if that was even possible, both of you hum happily at the change of position, and both tired of the stubborn and teasing act the two of you had been going on for the past couple of hours. A pleased sigh leaves your lips at the feeling of his lips on you. 

Beau stopped placing soft kisses along your neck, chuckling as he mused teasingly in your ear, tone more flirty than anything, “My needy girl.” 

ALLIE HAYES : 

“Ahh, what are yo—“ Allie cut herself off as she broke out into a fit of her sweet giggles—that immediately brought a smile to your lips—when she felt the ticklish feeling of your soft breaths against her neck. Her brown strands of hair cover your face. 

“Stop moving,” you whined playfully as you held back your own laughter, moving closer to your girlfriend who was moving away from her touch, the blanket draped over the two of you shifting with her. The two of you were lying comfortably in her bed, the romcom was long forgotten. 

“I can’t help it, it tickles.” Allie laughs, giving you a big triumphant grin as she finally detangled herself from your hold, laughing as you dramatically flopped your arms back on the bed. Allie wanted to kiss that cute, dramatic pout off your lips. God, you were so cute. 

“Just say you don't want to cuddle me,” you huffed dramatically as you moved to lie on your back, looking up at Allie, who was now sitting up on her elbow, watching you so fondly. Your hair was sprawled across her pillow, you smelled like her body wash and shampoo, wearing her clothes. 

You were perfect. 

“Wow, and people say I’m dramatic,” Allie teased you with a shake of her head as she adjusted her position so she could lie back on her side facing you. She watched as your eyes dropped to her chest, biting your bottom lip as you shamelessly admired how good she looked in her cami.  

She pushed her hair out of her face before patting her chest with a flirty smile, batting her eyelashes as she cooed, “Come here then, cuddle bug.”

She tilted her head back as she laughed, finding it cute how fast you were to cuddle back into her side. You hummed happily as you placed soft kisses along her neck, your hand moving to her hip and slipping under her cami to touch her warm skin. 

She placed a soft kiss on the top of your head as your legs tangled together, smiling softly, and as she felt you yawn against her neck skin. You placed another soft kiss on her neck. Allie felt herself go warm at the soft, sleepy words you whispered in her ear, “Love you.” 

HANNAH WELLS : 

“Tired, baby?” Hannah hummed quietly as she felt you nuzzle your nose against her neck, your body pressed against her side. She stopped typing on her laptop as she rested her head against yours, a big grin on her face at your touchiness. 

The two of you were sitting cozy on the couch, Allie was out for the night, leaving the two of you with some much-needed alone time. Hannah promised that she was all yours as soon as she finished up some assignments, so you focused on the trashy reality TV show that was on TV. But the longer you sat there next to her, admiring her side profile and how cute she was when she focused, the harder it got to keep your hands to yourself. 

You shook your head no, placing a featherlight kiss on a freckle on her neck that always made her breath hitch. Your words came out muffled against her neck as you answered her, “uh-uh, just missed you.” 

Hannah blushed and lifted her head, placing a soft kiss on your head, breathing in the scent of your shampoo. She wanted nothing more than to shower you in her attention and vice versa, but both of you understood that this was important, especially with her busy schedule. She looked back at her laptop, her voice soft as she promised, “After this page, I’m all yours.” 

You were more than willing to wait for her. You draped your arm across her stomach, your fingers dipping under her shirt to caress her skin with your fingertips. You fluttered your eyes closed, melting against her side as you listened to the satisfying sound of her typing. You whispered sweetly, “Mmkay, I’m just gonna stay here.” 

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This continued into college, where the two of you were stuck to each other like glue. You were at every hockey game with his name on your back and you took celebratory shots with him at every party. Until, for the first time in your life, you went somewhere without him. You'd gotten a once in a lifetime scholarship to study abroad and despite all of the excuses you came up with, Garrett refused to let you miss out on spending a year in Italy. And you loved him for it, really, but you missed him just as much.

It was terrifying at first, being on your own and having to watch your own drink out at bars instead of having a built-in bodyguard to do it for you. But you were determined to make the best of it and you did. Not only did you ace every single one of your classes, you walked miles and miles everyday making sure you didn't miss a single sight or miss the hole-in-the-wall cafe that delivered the best cappuccino you'd ever had.

It was a dream, truly. But once the holidays started approaching, the homesickness hit hard. You were used to being away from your family for long periods of time and even your friends, but you couldn't stand the thought of missing Christmas with Garrett or worse, his birthday. He'd tried to buy you a plane ticket home for the holidays but you refused to accept it. He would never expect you to pay it back, but the guilt would eat at you until you did anyway.

It was on your weekly facetime before Christmas that you broke the news to him. “I'm sorry, Gare,” you sighed and picked at a loose thread on your Briar hoodie, “I'm just not gonna be able to swing it this year. But I'll mail your gift, okay? I expect a call when you get it.”

“I don’t care about a gift,” was his predictable response before he gave an understanding smile to the camera. You could see the disappointment in his eyes but he kept his voice light and shook his head, “it’s okay. It’s just one year, right? You deserve to enjoy every second of Venice.”

He was so understanding and supportive it made your heart ache. And rationally, you knew he was right; one year apart wouldn’t kill you. But it continued to eat at you until you decided it simply wouldn’t do. You had picked up a part time job at the local bar halfway through the semester and once classes ended for the semester, you worked every day and saved every penny. You worked a 12 hour shift Christmas Day just to afford the cheapest flight available on December 30th. It was a red eye with a horrific layover and wouldn’t get you to Briar until after 10 PM on the 31st, but you were determined to make it work. And more than that, you were determined to keep it a surprise.

Keeping a secret from Garrett was normally a monumental task, but truthfully, he’d been too distracted to notice when you stopped sharing your location. He insisted he was fine when Dean asked what drinks he wanted for his New Years/Birthday party and again when Tucker asked him what kind of cake he wanted, but all the guys could see through it. He wasn’t himself and wasn’t nearly excited enough about a party just for him full of hot girls and beer.

By the time the party came around, he wasn’t anymore chipper than he had been when you weren’t home for Christmas. He plastered a smile on his face though and thanked his friends for their efforts. It was a great party and Tuck had slaved all day in the kitchen over his cake, he didn’t want to be ungrateful and pout just because you had a very reasonable excuse not to be there. Logan and Dean had taken on the task of trying to set him up with one of the many girls throwing themselves at him, but he politely rejected each one.

“Alright, that’s enough. What gives? That chick was literally offering to get on her knees for you in the middle of the living room,” Dean scoffed and squinted his eyes at Garrett to try and read his mind somehow.

“Nothing, man, I’m just not in the mood. Look, I appreciate it, really, but I just-” Garrett was cut off by a knock on the door. He was lucky he was standing close enough to even hear it over the sound of the party filling the house. His brows furrowed when the knocking continued, no one usually knocked, they just let themselves in.

He shared a look with Logan before going to answer the door. His eyebrows scrunched in confusion when he saw you standing on his front stoop, a suitcase by your feet and a small helium balloon with the ‘New Year’ in ‘Happy New Year’ crossed out with Sharpie and ‘birthday’ written under it. You could see the gears turning in his head in real time as he tried to figure out if you were really here or if he was way drunker than he thought.

“Happy birthday,” you smiled brightly up at him and barely had time to react before he was leaning down and scooping you up into a tight hug. Your feet lifted off the ground slightly as your arms looped around his shoulders and his arms secured themselves around your back. “I missed you too, bub,” you chuckled and buried your face in his neck, feeling immediately at home when his woodsy cologne hit your nose.

His lips found the side of your head before he let you stand back on your own two feet. He pulled back slightly, but kept his hands braced on your waist. “What are you doing here? I thought…” his voice trailed off and he shook his head in disbelief.

You shrugged slightly and reached up to brush some of his messy curls back from his face. “Come on, you thought I was gonna miss the greatest party of the century?” You laughed, quoting Dean with air quotes. Garrett swallowed harshly around the lump in his throat as tears pricked at his eyes. You frowned up at him and rubbed his bicep soothingly, “hey, what’s wrong? Did I come at a bad time?”

He shook his head quickly and his bright smile finally appeared, unwavering as he cupped your face in his hands. “I just can’t believe you’re here. God, I’ve missed you so much and I-” he paused and his eyes flicked down to your lips, a movement you couldn’t miss if you tried. His voice was softer when he spoke again, “I wished for you. The guys made me blow out 22 candles and nearly caught the house on fire and I… I wished for you.”

It was your turn to get choked up and you leaned into his touch like second nature. How you thought you could survive being away from him this long? No clue. Your hands slid up to the back of his head, threading your fingers through his soft hair so you could pull him down and press your lips to his in a kiss that you felt like you’d waited your whole life for.