#agaypanic

In all honesty, you didn’t mind having Greg and Rowley around. But you wouldn’t tell Rodrick; the last thing you wanted was for him to get pouty.

You managed to reach your and Rodrick’s go-to gas station with relative ease. Rodrick and Greg occasionally bickered, while you and Rowley tried to rein in your respective Heffley boy.

“Okay, okay, okay!” You pushed your boyfriend, who was getting into a silly slap fight with his brother, who had made the mistake of playing with one of Rodrick’s spare drums that was rolling around in the back. “Both of you behave, or you won’t get any candy.” It was an empty threat, but the boys took it as seriously as the plague.

Greg and Rowley bounded towards the gas station before you even set a foot on the ground. You snorted at their enthusiasm, watching them race inside as you waited for your boyfriend to lock up the van.

“What’s so funny?” Rodrick asked as he pocketed his key and grabbed your hand, gently tugging you to the shop.

“Your brother.”

The boys were easy to spot in the candy aisle thanks to Rowley’s bright ginger hair. They seemed to be in a serious debate about what to get, but you didn’t catch much of it as Rodrick was quickly leading you to the slushie machine.

“What flavor do you want?” Your boyfriend asked, finally releasing your hand to grab two large cups as he waited for your answer. After doing a quick scan of the options, you settled for cherry. After filling and lidding your cup, Rodrick handed you your drink to pour himself some blue raspberry.

On the way to the cashier, you stepped away to grab a chocolate bar. After paying for your things, Rodrick was quick to get out. “We’ll be outside, dweebs!” He shouted to the boys as he practically dragged you out of the store.

You couldn’t help but glance back inside before looking at Rodrick in slight bewilderment. “They have money, right?”

“I dunno.”

“Rodrick.”

“Ugh, who cares?” It was only then that you had realized where Rodrick was guiding you, around to the side of the gas station. “Greg takes forever picking stuff out, but who knows how long we have?”

You quickly changed your tune, now more than happy to have abandoned the boys, when Rodrick pushed you against the brick wall and leaned down to kiss you. His free hand held your face, keeping you close to him so he could slip his tongue in your mouth. You indulged him for a few seconds before pulling your head back.

“Needy much?” You teased, taking a long sip of your slushie.

“Uh, yeah. Duh.” After some shared laughs, you focused on your drinks and catching up. Although you definitely weren’t opposed to pausing every so often to kiss Rodrick. But it quickly spiraled into heavy making out, setting your drinks on a nearby box to run your hands all over each other. It had been quite a while since you and Rodrick had enough alone time to maul each other, so you took advantage of every moment.

“Yuck!”

You whipped around towards the source of the noise to see Greg and Rowley, who were wearing disgusted and bashful expressions respectively. Your cheeks were red hot as you pushed Rodrick off of you, who seemed more annoyed to be interrupted than anything else.

“Rodrick, why was your tongue in her mouth?” 

“Go to the van!” Rodrick shouted, taking a few quick steps forward to scare off the boys. The middle schoolers were gone in a second, trying not to drop their things as they ran. “Idiots.” Rodrick came back to you, grabbing your face to pull you in for a deep kiss for a few seconds before you got ready to leave.

Greg and Rowley were obediently waiting by the van and jumped in as soon as it was unlocked. As you all settled, you decided to go back to the Heffley house.

“Hey, Y/n?” You looked back at Rowley, who was looking back at you with curiosity. 

“Yeah, Rowley?”

“How is your tongue purple if you’re drinking a red slushie?”

Confused, you turned back around and stuck out your tongue. In the rearview mirror, you saw a purple tongue. Knowing how this came to be, you raised a brow at Rodrick. You caught the corner of his lip twitch up before he poked out his tongue just enough to show you a similar shade of purple.

“We were sharing drinks.” You finally answered the young redhead.

“And spit.”

“Shut up, Greg!”

***

You sighed for what felt like the thousandth time, staring a hole into the homework that sat on your desk. Rodrick had come over to hang out, mainly because the rest of your family was out of the house, but you wanted to finish your homework before goofing off with him. But for some reason, this math worksheet was kicking your ass.

“Babe, just take a break,” Rodrick said, sitting up on your bed.

You shook your head, rubbing your eyes. “Just one more problem.”

“You said that four problems ago.” Suddenly, Rodrick was standing next to you, looking down on you. “Don’t you want a break?”

With the way you were acting, you should’ve said yes. But instead, you shook your head. What you wanted was completely different.

Rodrick noticed the pleading look in your eyes and had to stop himself from laughing. “Do you want me to help you?” You nodded. “Say it.”

“Yes.”

Any other person would immediately say no. But you knew that Rodrick wasn’t offering to help you with the math. 

Rodrick grabbed your wrist, helping you get up. He scooted the chair back a little before sitting down and unbuckling his studded belt. Your mouth watered as you watched your boyfriend pull his half-erect cock out of his jeans and boxers.

“Come on, baby.” He said, one hand stroking himself while the other went under your skirt, cupping your aching pussy through your panties and making you mewl. “Aw, you’re soaking. Needy thing.” 

Rodrick moved you to stand in front of him. He tucked the hem of your skirt into the waistband and moved the seat of your underwear to the side before guiding you to sit on his dick. You let out a whiny moan when Rodrick bottomed out, filling you to the brim. You leaned against his chest, trying to adjust to his size while he stroked your hair.

“You’re just useless without my dick in you, huh? Isn’t that right, pretty girl?” He hooked your legs over his spread ones to put your stuffed pussy on full display. Rodrick looked at the sight from over your shoulder. “What a pretty pussy. Look, baby. Look at how my fat dick is stretching your little cunt.”

You shuddered at his words, incredibly aroused by the way he talked to you. If you had told yourself a year ago that not only would you be dating Rodrick, but you’d also love the way he degraded you during sex, she would’ve thought you were fucking crazy.

“Okay, you know the rules.” Rodrick brought you out of your thoughts by grabbing your chin and making you look at the neglected paper you had been working on. “Finish your homework, and you can get fucked like the dirty girl you are. You only have one problem left, right?” You nodded, but that wasn’t good enough for Rodrick. His hands went down to your hips and pulled you even further down on his cock, making you squeal. “I thought you were a good girl.”

“I am.” You whined, gripping his wrist. “I am, I am.”

“Then answer me. You only have one problem left, right?”

“Yes!” Pleased, Rodrick let go of his iron grip on your hips, making you both relieved and disappointed. His hands settled on your inner thighs while you grabbed your pencil and started to read over the problem again.

But he just felt so good. You tried to discreetly grind on him, but a hard slap to your thigh deterred you from any further action.

Rodrick must have sensed that you were still having problems. “I thought my dick was supposed to help you, baby.” He cooed, fingers ghosting over your clit. “But you’re just getting dumber and dumber, aren’t you?”

“Uh-huh.” You gripped your pencil as Rodrick pinched your clit, making you jolt. 

It felt like a million years before you finally finished the math problem. With every second that passed, you just became more and more needy and cockdrunk. It didn’t help that Rodrick would play with your clit every time you actually started to concentrate.

You set the pencil down on your desk. “Done?” Rodrick asked.

“Uh-huh.”

He looked over your shoulder, smiling when he saw that the paper was completely filled out. He, of course, didn’t know whether or not you were actually correct, but the fact that you finished the problem was its own accomplishment. “Looks like my girl deserves a reward, huh?”

You furiously nodded, and Rodrick grabbed your chin to smash his lips against yours. It was a sloppy battle of tongues and teeth. Not wanting to ruin your work, Rodrick moved the worksheet to the side before standing up, bringing you with him, still impaled on his cock. He broke the kiss and had you bend over the desk, staring out the window that was right in front of you.

He slowly started to pull out, spreading your cheeks so he could see how soaked his dick was in your juices. He stopped when just the tip was in, smirking at the sound of you whining about feeling empty before slamming back into your greedy cunt. Rodrick kept up a brutal pace, balls slapping your clit with every thrust.

Your eyes rolled back as Rodrick grabbed you by the hair, pulling you up so you were arching your back and looking out into the neighbor. “Imagine your family saw you like this.” He grunted in your ear. “What would they think? Seeing their precious daughter being a dirty, cockdrunk whore for me right now.” You whined loudly, incredibly grateful that the house was empty. “If only everyone knew that the golden girl gets dumb from me dicking her down.”

Rodrick reached around to start rubbing at your clit, making your legs tremble. Thank god the desk and Rodrick’s grip on your hair were holding you up. “Roddy!” You whined, screwing your eyes shut. “Roddy, I’m gonna come. Can I come?”

“Beg.” Your boyfriend responded sharply, keeping up his relentless pace.

“Please, please, please. I’ve been such a good girl for you.” You whimpered at the feeling of Rodrick continuously brushing against your G-spot. “I’m your dirty little girl. I wanna come so bad, please!”

“So fucking needy.” Rodrick groaned, speeding up the pace on your clit. “Since you wanna come so bad, do it now. All over my cock.”

The coil in your tummy snapped, and you let out a high-pitched scream at the feeling of your intense release. Your entire body shook as you covered Rodrick’s dick in your cum, which just made it easier for him to piston in and out of you. He fucked you roughly through your high, making you whimper and squirm as he chased his own.

“Fuck, gonna-” Rodrick cut himself off with a groan, spilling into you while his pace stuttered to a stop. 

Slowly, he leaned on top of your worn-out body, both of you hissing at the feeling of him going deeper in you. You were quiet for a few minutes, trying to collect yourselves.

When Rodrick recovered, he left a couple kisses on your shoulder. “You okay?” 

You looked back at him, a lazy grin overtaking your features. “Never been better.”

***

Sometimes, Emmett was scared to be with you. He didn’t want to hurt you, and he didn’t want to accidentally lose his resolve around you. But when you looked at him, eyes full of want and wandering hands somehow warming his stone-cold body, he could never refuse you.

“God, you feel so good, babe.” Emmett groaned as he stared up at your naked form bouncing on his cock. Although he liked to be in control, he’d occasionally let you take the lead. If he was feeling generous, he’d even let you tie him up like he was now. 

Emmett thrusted up into you, and your hips stuttered. “So big, Emmett.” You sighed, splaying your hands out on his broad chest to keep yourself steady as you kept riding him. “Makes me feel- ah! So full.”

Your boyfriend kept fucking into you, but it wasn’t enough for him. There was only so much he could do without his hands. 

“Wanna touch you.” He complained, tugging at his restraints half-heartedly, knowing they’d snap if he actually used force.

“Where, Em?” You asked teasingly. One of your warm hands left his chilled chest to grope your breast. “Here?” Or…” Slowly, your hand trailed down your stomach, inching closer to where you and Emmett met. Two fingers ghosted your clit, and you clenched around Emmett’s hard cock at the sensation. “Maybe here?”

While you continued riding and teasing yourself, Emmett’s eyes were glued to you. You looked so damn perfect, he wanted to be the one touching you and making you whine the way you were now. 

Sensing he was getting frustrated, you leaned close to Emmett. “Do you wish you could touch me, honey? Fuck me and tease me until I’m creaming all over your cock?” Emmett let out a moan so guttural it sounded like a growl. You smiled, knowing you were about to get what you were really wanting. “Is that what you want, Emmett?”

He answered by ripping the rope that was holding him to shreds, freeing his wrists so he could finally get his hands on you. Emmett grabbed your hips and flipped you so you were the one underneath him before thrusting in and out of you like a jackhammer.

Emmett half expected you to start yowling in pain from the force of his thrusts and his iron grip. But instead, you let out an endless string of moans and locked your legs around his vast body so he wouldn’t get away. 

“So -ah, so fucking, fuck, good!” You were quickly losing your sense, becoming overwhelmed by Emmett stretching your cunt and practically slamming into your cervix. It just hurt so good.

“You’re so tight.” He hissed, fangs coming out in the midst of his heavy lust. “And so wet for me.” He dipped his head down to rest in the crook of your neck. His lips ghosted over your pulse point, your pumping blood spurring him on. Very lightly, Emmett dragged his pointed teeth over your skin. Not enough to make you bleed, but enough to send a shiver down your spine. “And you smell…” He took a deep breath, sighing as he reluctantly pulled away from you and sped up his thrusts. “Fucking delicious.”

Feeling close, you reached down to rub your clit, but your hand was quickly smacked out of the way. Emmett wanted to be the one to make you come. 

He rubbed your clit in a fast circular motion, his other hand holding your hip with enough force to not end up breaking it. You’d likely have a bruise that he would surely baby you over.

It wasn’t long before your orgasm hit, and Emmett grinned down devilishly at you as your eyes rolled back. “That’s right, babe. Cream all over my cock.” 

You did just as he said, orgasm prolonging as Emmett continued his ministrations to reach his own peak. Soon enough, he was painting your walls with his cum, fucking it deeper and deeper into you. As you both came down from your highs, Emmett slowed his thrusts. But he didn’t stop them. Instead, he decided to keep fucking you at a snail’s pace until you were ready to get absolutely wrecked again.

“That was…” You took a deep breath to collect yourself, letting out an airy laugh. “Wow.”

Emmett smirked, leaning down to kiss you deeply. “If you thought that was good, wait until you become a vampire. We wouldn’t leave my room for a week.”

***

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“You’re doing surveillance, Chase.” Davenport corrected. “You guys need to keep a close eye on this girl and make sure that nothing happens to her until we find out who’s been sending the threats.”

Chase scoffed. “Glorified babysitting, then.” He closed the manila folder and tossed it on the small table in front of him. 

“Oh, come on, Chase. It can’t be that bad.” Bree said, still looking at the girl’s profile. However, she was more focused on the pictures than the words. “Ooh! That top’s cute. I wonder if we’re the same size…”

“The top’s not the only cute thing.” Leo pointed out, looking over Bree’s shoulder. “I don’t know about you, Chase, but I consider being around a total babe a good thing.”

Adam laughed. “Chase wouldn’t know anything about that. He’s too nerdy. ‘Oh, hi, I’m Chase. I can’t talk to girls, I’mtoo busy… doing… nerd stuff.’” Adam’s half-hearted impression of his brother got some eye-rolls and light laughs from the group. “Even if he tried, she wouldn’t go for him. She’d rather be with a real man.” The eldest Davenport smirked while flexing his arms. Chase scowled.

“Not that it matters, but she would totally choose me over you.”

“Well, it’s a good thing you guys are supposed to watch her, not flirt with her,” Davenport interjected, settling the argument. 

But just because the Lab Rats couldn’t flirt with you didn’t mean that you couldn’t flirt with any of them. The second you were introduced, you had your sights on Chase. He was so assertive, or at least he tried to be. His siblings didn’t seem to like listening to him much, but that didn’t stop him from putting on an authoritative persona.

“Chase Davenport.” He had said while firmly shaking your hand. “Mission leader. We’ll do our best to keep you safe and comfortable, Miss L/n.”

You grinned, inching closer to the man as you scanned him over. Decent build, handsome face, looks good in spandex, all good qualities to look for in a man.

“Oh, I’m sure I’ll be very comfortable, Mr. Davenport.”

Chase let out a laugh of surprise, but tried to seem polite. He could already sense that this was going to be a long mission.

***

And a long mission it was indeed. Three weeks and there were no leads, suspects, or anything else that could put an end to the threatening messages you were receiving. And if it was having any sort of negative effect on you, which it seriously should, you certainly didn’t show it. You were too busy going out shopping with friends and going to clubs. All the things you were advised not to do.

For some reason, Chase was the only one who could see the problem with this. Then again, he was usually the only one to take his job seriously.

“You need to relax!” You giggled, nearly shouting over the club beats in poor Chase’s supersonic ear. He had been protesting your actions all day, but it seemed to only encourage you. “Come dance with us!”

“No thanks.” He sneered, looking past you to see his siblings scattered in the crowd. He couldn’t believe how irresponsible they were being. “You all may have forgotten, but you’re supposed to be supervised at all times.”

You huffed, pouting at the man staring down at you. But an idea sprung to mind and you soon smirked, deciding to gulp down the rest of your drink before responding. 

“You can keep a better eye on me on the dance floor.”

Chase took a deep breath, unsure of how to respond. He had a job to do, he was supposed to be the responsible one.

But he would be lying if he said that the way you were looking up at him right now didn’t make the crotch of his pants feel a bit tighter. 

You soon decided that you didn’t want to wait for an answer. In an act of tipsy bravery, you intertwined your fingers with Chase’s and pulled him away from the table where he stationed himself. With every step, Chase yelled at himself that this was a bad idea. He should pull back, drag you all the way home, and lock you in your room so you couldn’t get into any more trouble. Letting you convince him to let you go out tonight was the dumbest decision he’s made in a while.

But then you started swaying your hips, pulling Chase’s front to your back and guiding his hands to your hips. This shouldn’t be happening, but deep down, Chase doesn’t want it to stop.

“Is this okay?” You asked loudly over the music, looking over your shoulder at him. You leaned close to his face, blinking seductively. “Mr. Davenport?”

“Yeah.” Chase choked out, gripping your hips to guide your movements. You grinned, turning forward to continue dancing.

“Hey, so I actually can’t study after school because I have something to do. But don’t worry, I’m just gonna do the assignment by myself.”

Still refusing to look at you, Blake turned around and all but sprinted away. You watched him leave in confusion, trying to come up with an explanation for whatever his problem was. “Okay…?” When he was out of sight, you turned back to your lunch.

You did your best to shake off the interaction and continue eating, but you were once again interrupted.

“Hey, Y/n!” Reese’s demeanor seemed to be the complete opposite of Blake’s. His pearly whites nearly blinded you with how wide his smile was. He settled into the seat next to yours.

“Hey, Reese.” You replied, visibly suspicious of his behavior. “You’re awfully cheery.”

Reese shrugged innocently. “Just a nice day, that’s all. You should be enjoying it.”

You let out a light laugh. “Yeah, well, I was, until Blake came up to me and started acting… weird.”

Suddenly, Reese seemed very interested in the conversation, turning his whole body to face you.

“Weird how?”

“I dunno, it was like he did a whole one-eighty on me. We were getting lunch and talking about homework, and he seemed happy when I offered to help him. But just now, he came over looking like he saw a ghost and called off the study session.”

“Huh.” Reese didn’t look too surprised hearing about the switch up. If anything, you could’ve sworn he smirked. “Yeah, weird.”

“What’s that look?” You asked urgently, pointing at the face in question. He tried to turn away, but you were too quick, yanking Reese towards you by the collar of his shirt. “Reese, what did you do?”

“Nothing!” He said it too defensively for you to believe him.

You narrowed your eyes. “You taught me how to throw a punch, Reese. Don’t make me do it.”

Reese’s eyes widened at the thought, raising his hands in surrender. “Geez! Fine.” He wriggled out of your grip, putting some distance between you in case you were serious about your threats. “I may have… suggested that Blake find someone else to study with.”

You stared at him for a moment. “Suggested? Or threatened?”

He scoffed in offense. “Since when do I threaten people?”

“Why would you do that?” You asked, beyond confused. “What could you possibly have to gain from that?”

Reese was silent, looking away in shame. He never thought that you would be upset about his driving guys away. After all, what did they have that he didn’t?

But seeing the disappointment on your face made him start to feel remorseful.

“Well?” You looked at him expectantly. “I want an answer, Reese.”

It took him a while to give one. “I guess…” He sighed, unable to find a good excuse for his actions. Now he had to resort to the truth. “I didn’t want to see other guys around you because… I like you.”

You couldn’t help but laugh. Only Reese would have that line of thinking. “So, instead of just telling me you liked me, you decided it was easier to just beat every guy who has some kind of interest in me?” Reese hummed lowly in thought, before giving you an approving nod. “Reese, you’re ridiculous! You know you could’ve just asked me out, right?”

“I could’ve?”

***

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“Hello, Mary!” You said with a polite smile. Being married to the best doctor in Forks, who worked long hours, had made you acquainted with almost everyone on the staff. “Do you know if Carlisle is busy right now?”

“He’s with a patient, but I’ll page him so he knows to come down when he’s done.” She responded with a sweet tone. You thanked her and sat in the small waiting room, grabbing a magazine off the table to flip through as you waited for your husband or one of your kids to come.

From the corner of your eye, you saw someone approaching you. Thinking it was one of your children or Carlisle, you glanced up. But it was just a stranger, so you stuck your nose back in the magazine.

“Hey.” The man said, sitting in the seat next to you. You subtly shifted away from him. “I don’t think I’ve seen you around before. Are you new to town?”

You were a bit surprised that he didn’t know you or recognized you, at the very least. Even though you usually stayed at home, you were well-known around the hospital and the high school. Besides, your family was a bit of a hot topic, being so pale and mysterious and keeping to yourselves. And this was a small town where everyone knew everyone.

“Nope.” You responded, trying to be polite while also conveying that you weren’t interested in talking much. “I’ve lived here for a few years.”

“Then why haven’t I seen you around?” He leaned forward, a curious smirk on his face. You did your best to hide your grimace.

“I guess we’ve never been in the same place at the same time.”

“Well, that’s a shame. Maybe we should do something to fix that.” You wanted to roll your eyes at his forwardness. To him, you were a complete stranger sitting in a hospital. For all he knew, you could be waiting to see a family member on their deathbed, and he wants to flirt. “Do you wanna maybe go get a drink?”

“I’m fine.” You replied with indifference.

“Aw, don’t be like that. I bet I could show you a good time.”

You laughed, shutting the magazine and dropping it onto the table. You could sense someone coming down the hall, and you knew exactly who it was. And you knew he was making his steps a little heavier than usual to make his presence known. 

“Believe me, I’m not interested.” By the time you were standing and looking down on the stranger, Carlisle had reached the waiting room, his gaze fixated on the two of you. You turned your head and smiled brightly. “Darling! There you are!”

You strode over to your husband and kissed him on the cheek, the faintest lip print being left on his pale cheek. You could feel the jealousy radiating off of him, but the slight snarl on his lips turned into a loving smile.

“Hello, dear.” His arm was wound firmly around your waist, the tips of his fingers skimming your hip. The hold felt possessive, like he needed to make it clear to this mystery man and anyone who passed by you that they had no chance. It was amusing to you that even after a few centuries of marriage, Carlisle still felt jealous when someone tried to win you over, even when you were blatantly uninterested. 

Speaking of the stranger, Carlisle gave him a glaring glance, and he knew it was time for him to leave. When he was out the door, Carlisle softened. 

“What are you doing down here?”

“Alice told me about the van.” You said, pursing your lips. “I had a bit of a feeling that Rosalie would come here to have a word or two with Edward about the whole thing.”

“You, my little angel, are very smart.” Carlisle smiled down at you before nodding towards the other side of the room, where two of your children were quietly hissing arguments to each other. “And they are right on time.”

He nodded. You could ask Reese to run naked through every street in town while professing his love for you, and he’d probably say yes. The boy was utterly whipped.

After some final kisses, you finally went inside. Reese stood at your closed door for a few seconds, mentally preparing himself to leave and go back to the annoying chaos of his own house. But eventually, he turned around and went down your walkway.

“Man, I love that girl.” He mumbled before stopping dead in his tracks. He didn’t even think it; the words just tumbled out of his mouth. Reese was shocked at the statement, but soon shook himself out of his thoughts and kept walking.

But as he kept going, he kept thinking. Which wasn’t always a good thing to come from Reese. But instead of the usual thoughts of evil schemes and how to torment his brothers, he was thinking about you and what he just said to himself.

Love? He loved you? How could he be so sure? Reese had never been in this situation before; he had never gotten far enough with a girl for it to happen. But then suddenly, Reese recalled something his father had said to him many years ago, back when he had his first major crush on a girl. 

“All I know is your mother must carry some internal antidote, because through some fluke, I was lucky enough to get her.”

It was meant to be a warning for Reese and his brothers. Unless by some incredibly rare, once-in-a-blue-moon miracle, every relationship that they tried to pursue would end up crashing and burning because the Wilkerson boys were obsessive and insatiable.

As much as he wanted you to have nothing in common with his mother, Reese started to wonder if you also had that antidote. 

***

Reese’s discovery was at the front of his mind for the next few days. He quickly realized that, yes, he did love you. He also realized that the thought of telling you so made him scared shitless. Reese was so used to being the tough guy, the brooding bully that everyone feared. How would you react to him being soft?

“You okay?” You had been poking Reese’s shoulder, trying to get his attention. The question took him out of his thoughts, forcing him to look at you.

He stared at you for a moment, lips parted but nothing coming out. Then he cleared his throat. “Yeah, I’m fine.”

It was one of those days when you didn’t have school, but your parents were working, so you jumped on the opportunity to have Reese over. You were both settled down on the couch, watching some random movie after finishing the lunch your boyfriend graciously made for you. Perks of dating a culinary prodigy.

You noticed that there was something off about Reese lately. Well, he was more off than he usually was. But you’ve learned not to push him, and that if he really needed to get something off his chest, he’d do it when he was ready.

What you didn’t know was that he was psyching himself up to tell you the thing on his mind. Part of him wished that he had something prepared, but knowing him, he’d probably forget what he had in mind and fumble through his words. So Reese took a deep breath and bit the bullet.

“Not to be lame or anything, but I think I love you.”

Reese immediately cringed at his words. You’re so stupid, he told himself. Reese couldn’t decide what was worse: the obvious nervous quiver in his voice or the fact that he said he thought he loved you when, after the past week of contemplation, he knew that he did.

It felt like forever before he decided to glance to the side and gauge your reaction. To his surprise, instead of looking disgusted or weirded out, you were smiling at him. That small smile he loved so much, because it was always used for him.

You patted Reese’s thigh, holding back a giggle when he jumped at the unexpected contact. He was clearly still picking apart his confession in his head. 

“I love you too, you goof.”

It sounded so natural and casual coming from you. Like you had already known for a long time, instead of dealing with these sudden new intense feelings like Reese had. He let out a breath he didn’t realize he was holding in.

“Is there anything else?” You looked at him curiously, and it was clear you had whatever antidote Hal had been babbling about. In an instant, Reese was calmer than he had been all week, and he nodded at you. Deciding he was telling the truth, you went back to watching the movie.

But Reese looked at you for a little longer, wondering how he got so lucky.

***

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