never judge a book by its cover [p]

[fancypost borderwidth=0px; width:500px;][justify]^{so... if you just happened to stumble across this - welcome? i don't know. anyway, this is where i'll be storing stories... you know, to boost my muse up, at least a little. plus, it'll be fun. d: oh, and please don't post on here! thank you. <3}

^{none of these prompts are mine - i did not make/create them. 'copyright' to the rightful owners. <3 obviously music prompts are everyone's 'ideas'. i don't know.}

^{don't judge me. fuencest is my guilty pleasure, okay? it's not like it'd ever happen. say it's gross. say i'm gross and disturbed. whatever. f-ck you. d:}

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Imagine your OTP sleeping in separate beds but they get cold so they snuggle.
Pairing: Fuencest - More like a brotherly love, though.
Short but sweet. <3

The tour had just ended, and they were all happy to finally sleep in bigger, more comfortable beds. They all decided they'd go to a hotel, because why not?
Vic shivered as the coldness hit his face like a ton of bricks. It was late November, leaves falling from trees, turning all sorts of different colors. He had a smile plastered across his face, despite the cold weather. He let out a huff of air, following closely behind the other three. He had a duffel bag slung over his shoulder as he walked at a steady pace, chuckling lightly when Jaime and Mike started racing to the doors of the hotel. Tony looked back at the tiny Mexican, stopping for a moment so he could catch up. Once he did, he draped his arm across his shoulders, walking side-by-side. "They're such idiots." "And we aren't?" They both laughed a little, Vic yawning as they reached the doors. The other two had stood by the doors, opening them both for the small man and 'their turtle', bowing as if they were royals. "Prince Tony. Princess Vic." "Ugh, why am I always the girl?" Vic complained, playfully pouting as he stepped inside. "Because you're the closest to being a girl in our little four-man band," Jaime replied, making the oldest roll his eyes.

After getting their cards, they all went up to their rooms. It was around six o'clock, and they hadn't eaten dinner, so they decided they'd eat dinner, then watch a movie, or something. Jaime and Tony were sharing a room, and Vic and Mike were sharing a room. Tony tried persuading them to let him room with Vic, because everyone knew he had this cute little crush on him, even though he denied it, but Mike just gave him a look saying 'hell to the no, bruh.'

After eating their dinner, it was already eight o'clock, because Vic had eaten so slowly, and they ended up chatting so much their brains started hurting. Vic decided he was tired, so he told the guys he was crashing early. They whined and complained, told him he was a party-pooper, but they understood and let him go off. The concert they'd just performed made him exhausted - It was probably one of their best ever shows. He, as was the rest of the band, was pretty proud. They even did an interview, which was pretty fun. It just made it funner that it was a BryanStarz interview - Their fourth one. That kid was weird, but funny.

Vic plopped down on the bed furthest away from the door once he got in, eyelids heavy and dropping on their own. He groaned, and scooted up so he could curl up, a small smile etching across his face. He still had skinny jeans and his hoodie on, which made him groan again. He rolled off the bed, kneeling down in front of his duffel bag. a tired-looking Mike came in after a few seconds of Vic rummaging around in his bag, pulling out a pair of sweatpants, and a plain black t-shirt. it was a pretty darn cold in here, for being a hotel. Or maybe that was just him. He shrugged it off, and stripped himself of his skinny jeans, hoodie and Sleeping With Sirens tank top. What a wonderful choice of clothing, right?

He slipped the sweatpants on, as well as his shirt, then stuffed the clothes he'd worn previously in his bag. He gave a smile over to Mike, who was lying down on his bed, just looking over at him. Was he staring at him the whole time? Vic shrugged the thought away when Mike smiled back, lying down himself. He yawned, cuddling into the blankets. He wrapped himself up, then groaned once more when realizing the light was still on. "Mikey, will you turn the lights off? Please?" He heard a muffled groan, then light footsteps, and the lights were off. He smiled warmly, humming out a 'thank you'.

It was ten o'clock, and Vic hadn't been able to get to sleep. He was just cold, even with being wrapped up in a nice, warm blanket. He playfully whimpered, burying his face in a pillow and let out a muffled groan. He heard a silent sigh, then more light footsteps, and tensed a little when feeling a body next to his. He lifted his head a little to see a very tired Mike, who'd slipped under the covers. The younger wrapped his arms around Vic and pulled him close, catching the older off guard. But Vic cuddled up to Mike anyway, smiling softly. The warmth radiated off of Mike, and he finally felt like he could actually go to sleep.

After a while, they both fell asleep, snuggled up to each other, smiling subconsciously. What? They were close brothers, okay? Could they not snuggle up to each other to keep each other warm? Jeez.

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Imagine Person A of your OTP finding out Person B self harms. Where and how they find out is up to you.
Pairing: Mike Fuentes/Oli Sykes - Because I need it. *^*

TRIGGER WARNING

Why it started, he had no idea. He'd already been so skinny and lanky before, but he was gradually losing more and more weight. Oliver forgot why and when it started, but it'd just become a bad habit of his. Not eating, and shoving his fingers down his throat - most of the time - when he did eat more than he thought he should have. Maybe it was because he thought of himself as disgusting, and that he deserved it. He deserved to grow restless, and more exhausted than he should be after every show. The guys had noticed, and had grown to worry about him, but he just pushed them away, saying he was perfectly fine.

But Mike - He knew there was something up. And he was determined to figure out what was wrong with his beautiful boyfriend.

"Oliver? Dammit, where are you, you sexy beast?" He chuckled lightly, peeking around the corner and into their bedroom. His lips curled into a smirk when he heard the shower running, and slowly made his way over to the bathroom. His eyes widened when hearing the sound - That godawful sound. He quickly opened the door, thank the heavens that it was unlocked, and rushed over to Oliver's side. His smirk was replaced with a worried, concerned, and sad expression. He didn't know what to do, so he just rubbed his back, and frowned deeply when seeing his love about to shove his fingers down his throat. "Oli, stop it! What are you doing?!" Mike slapped his hand away from his mouth, and Oliver started sobbing so hard it hurt. "I-I'm s-s-so... s-sorry..."

Mike wrapped his arms around Oliver, flushing the toilet. "Ssh, it's okay. It's okay. Oliver, please talk to me. Why?" The slightly taller male only shook is head, slowly wrapping his shaky arms around Mike's neck. "I'm disgusting, Mikey. You deserve s-so much better." If anyone thought that it was impossible for Mike to frown any deeper, they were wrong. The older put his hands on the other's shoulders, pulling away. He took one hand and lifted Oliver's head up by his chin, very gently. "Oliver, you are beautiful. If anything, I don't even deserve you. You have the most beautiful personality, the most beautiful eyes, the most beautiful smile - It's just a plus that you're so smexy." He winked, trying to brighten the mood a little. He successfully earned a light laugh from his boyfriend, and he wrapped him in another warm, not-too-tight hug. He was afraid that he'd break the sickly-skinny man.

"Let's watch a movie, yeah?" Oliver sniffled, shrugging his shoulders and muttering an 'okay' under his breath. Mike grabbed some mouthwash and handed it to Oliver. After the slightly younger finished swishing the minty liquid, and spit it out, they were walking hand-in-hand to their bed. Oliver lied down on the bed while Mike put in a movie, obviously Harry Potter. Oliver didn't mind - It was a pretty good series. "You should call the guys and see if they want to come over." Mike smiled up at him, nodding his head. He walked over to him, and plopped down next to him. He wrapped his arms around him after grabbing the remote, placing a kiss on his forehead. "Anything for you, my love." Oliver chuckled lightly, snuggling up to Mike. He rested his head on his chest, and listened to his heart beat at its steady pace as Mike called the guys up. Damn, they'd have to move if the guys came over.

"Oli? Anyone there?" Mike chuckled, waving his hand in front of his boyfriend's face. Oliver flinched a little, letting out a huff of a laugh. "Yeah, sorry. So are they comin', then?" "Yup. Guess we're moving to the living room." "Ugh, but I don't want to move." "Then I'll just carry you, princess."

Oliver rolled his eyes, yelping when Mike picked him up bridal style. He carried him down tot he living room after turning their bedroom's t.v. off, and carefully put him on the love seat. He sat down at one end, and let Oliver snuggle into him, wrapping his arms around him. It took about ten minutes for all three of the other guys to get there, and they all ended up chatting and having a pillow fight instead of watching a movie. And it made Oliver feel so much better.

Yay, for happy endings!

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Imagine Person A wears contact lenses but whenever they expire, settles back down to wearing eyeglasses. Used to seeing Person A with contacts, Person B finds it extremely cute when Person A wears glasses. Person B persuades Person A to ditch the contact lenses, claiming the latter is “cuter” with glasses on and that “their real eye color is prettier than the artificial.”
Pairing: Perrentes <3

F-ck. All of his contact lenses expired, and he couldn't find his glasses. Everything was blurred, which made him frown, and his eyes started to hurt a little. Tony groaned, giving up and just plopped down on the bed. He closed his eyes, then covered his face with his hands. He hated having to wear glasses. He thought they made him look weird, and they even felt weird, just sitting on the bridge of his nose. He didn't have have 'glasses' glasses. They obviously were prescription, but they were those thick-rimmed hipster glasses. Wearing actual-looking glasses would be really weird for him, and he refused to get a pair. So he stuck with his hipster glasses, because they fit better and didn't look as weird, to him.

"Hey, Tone. You okay?" Mike's soft voice made him smile, and he uncovered his face. He playfully pouted when not being able to clearly see the other's face, letting out a huff of air. "Aw, poor baby can't find his glasses, which are in the drawer of the nightstand right beside him." Tony chuckled lightly, then realization hit him and he face-palmed. He grumbled something under his breath, rolling over onto his side so he could pull out the drawer. He hated wearing glasses so much, it's not even funny.

The younger pulled out his glasses, then positioned them on his face, and closed the drawer. A frown was plastered on his face as he sat up, crossing his legs so he'd be sitting Indian style. He kept his head down, pushing the glasses up when they slipped down a little. He flinched when feeling someone gently lifted his head up and smiled when seeing Mike's beautiful face. "You know, I think you should just wear these stupid hipster glasses all the time. They make you look so cute, even though you already are." Mike pinched the tip of his nose, making them both chuckle a little. Tony just groaned, hiding his face. "I look stupid." Mike frowned, and lifted his head up again, then kissed his forehead. "No you don't, so don't say that. You're the cutest person to ever live on this planet, my little turtle."

Tony giggled at the nickname, then covered his mouth after. Mike chuckled lightly, taking his hand away from his mouth and intertwining their fingers. With his other hand, he brushed a few strands of hair away from the other's eyes, humming a little before pulling Tony down to lay on top of him. "Me and the guys are going to a bar in about forty-five minutes, and you're coming," he whispered into the younger's ear, smirk evident in his voice. Tony playfully whined, letting himself rest on top of him. Their arms were sprawled out, hands locked together, legs tangled. "Why can't we just stay here and watch a movie and cuddle and sh-t?" "Because I wanna show off my adorable boyfriend, that's why." Tony huffed, closing his eyes. He turned his head so he'd be more comfortable, playfully pouting. "But there's nothing to -" "Shut up, Tone. You're gorgeous, okay? Especially with those stupidly adorable hipster glasses on."

After forty-five minutes had passed, the guys came over to pick them up. They all got into Jaime's car, Jaime obviously driving, Vic in the passenger's seat, and Tony and Mike snuggling together in the back. Vic's right hand held Jaime's left, their fingers intertwined. They all had smiles on their faces as they chatted, laughing and giggling and chuckling. Vic turned on the radio, and they all immediately started singing along. Tony looked down, pushing the glasses on his face up, blushing lightly. He really hated wearing glasses.

"Tony, stop thinking so lowly of yourself. I, for one, love it when you wear glasses. You should just ditch those contact lenses," Mike mumbled, giving a warm smile to the younger, pulling him closer. Tony just groaned, closing his eyes. "Whatever," he grumbled, yawning silently.

It took about twenty minutes to get there, and tony had fallen asleep. His snores were silent, and Mike and the other two didn't want to wake him up - But they didn't want to leave him out int he car alone to just wake up and freak the f-ck out. So they decided to just wake him up. Mike shook him a bit, muttering his name over and over until his eyes fluttered open. Tony smiled, rubbing at his eyes, then fixed his glasses on his face. "Did you even get any sleep last night?" "No..." "Tony, why?" Mike stretched the 'y', pulling him out of the car. Tony playfully pouted and shrugged, looking down shyly as they walked into the bar. Music was blasting, people were dancing, and everyone was just having a good time, except for a few people who sat at the bar, sulking or whatever. Poor dudes. And dudettes.

"Lift your head up, princes - Your crown is falling." Tony blushed, leaning into Mike and holding his hand tightly. Vic and Jaime went off to dance after getting a drink, leaving Mike and Tony to sit at the bar. Tony huffed, yawning silently. "Aw, you're so cute when you yawn, especially with glasses on." Tony just rolled his eyes and shook his head, propping his elbow up on the counter, and resting his chin in the palm of his hand for neck support. Mike got up from his position on the stool next to him, and hugged him from behind. "You really are, you know. And I love you so so so so much." He kissed his cheek, then rested his head on top fo Tony's. Tony sighed, pushing the glasses up his nose once more. "Fine. I'll ditch the contact lenses, but only be-" "Thank the heavens! Finally! Your 'real eye color' is way prettier than the 'artificial' one!" Mike cheered out in victory, doing a little victory dance. Tony laughed a little at him, shaking his head. "Doofus. My doofus."

And they ended up dancing, Mike getting drunk off his ass and getting all sexual. Tony, of course, had to drive them home, and, you probably know what happened next. *wink wink*

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Imagine person A of your OTP standing out in the rain crying and person B walks up to them and asks them what’s wrong and holds their umbrella over A’s head.
Pairing: Frikey (Frank Iero/Mikey Way)

*Frankie's POV*

The rain pelted down like millions of tiny bullets, and my mind wondered off to Mikey. Where was he? He said he'd be back ten minutes ago; said he was just going to get some fresh air. And now it was raining like a b-tch, and Mikey was nowhere to be seen. I slipped out of bed, wiping at my tired eyes as I pulled on a sweatshirt and some sweatpants. I slipped on a pair of Vans, then grabbed my umbrella. We were staying in a hotel, since tomorrow night would be the final night of this tour. And Mikey hadn't stepped foot inside once since we got here. I was starting to worry about him, so I decided I'd go out and look for him. If I didn't, God knows what could happen to him. F-ck, God knows what could have happened to him.

I shuddered at the thought, and my pace started getting faster and faster with each step I took until I was in a jog. I jogged out the door, making sure I had the card in hand. I jogged to the elevator, pushing the button that had the arrow pointing down. I waited anxiously for it to open, and rushed inside once it did. I gripped the closed umbrella tightly, taking a deep breath. Gerard and the others were probably sleeping, by now. It was, like, midnight. Holy sh-t, it was midnight, and Mikey was out there in the dark, all by himself. He was most likely soaking wet and shivering from the cold. He's probably at some bus stop or something, just to have some shelter. I shouldn't have let him go out there, not by himself. He's been acting a little weird lately, and now my thoughts on something wrong going on were confirmed.

I finally made it to the bottom floor and rushed out of the elevator, and before I knew it, I was out in the rain. I quickly opened the umbrella and put it over my head, sniffling silently. I squinted my eyes and looked around as I walked at a fast pace, hoping sooner rather than later I'd find Mikey. My hands were shaking by now, and I felt sick to my stomach. Please tell me he's okay. Please.

I'd been walking for probably a full fifteen minutes before I spotted him at a park, sitting on a bench with his head in his hands. Oh no. He was crying, wasn't he? I rushed over to him, immediately sitting down and putting the umbrella over his head. I didn't want to get to close to him, because he probably needed his space, which made me vulnerable to the rain. I didn't care - He was f-cking soaked. "Mikey, what's wrong? Why are you out here in the rain all alone?" I was being as gentle as I could. He only shook his head, taking his hands from his face and loosely folding them in his lap. When he looked over to me, I could have just died then and there. His beautiful face was tear stained, his eyes red and blotchy and bloodshot. His skin tone went paler, which was saying something, and I couldn't help but wrap my free arm around him. I pulled him closer to me, awkwardly hugging him. "I'm sorry," he muttered, nuzzling his face into the crook of my neck. The umbrella was shielding us both, now, and I hadn't noticed that I was crying until the umbrella went back over my head; and his, obviously.

"Ssh, it's okay. I can't help you if you don't tell me what's wrong." I sniffled, and he pulled back, looking into my eyes. I gave him a sad, sympathetic smile, but he only looked down and fiddled his thumbs. "I don't want you to hate me," he responded, making me frown. "Why would I ever-" I was cut off by soft lips against mine, and my eyes immediately fluttered shut. Mikey was kissing me. Michael f-cking Way was kissing me. I kissed him back just as he was about to pull away, putting my free hand on the back of his neck to pull him in closer. Eventually, we both pulled back to catch our breaths, and he looked at me in shock. "You..." "I love Mikey. I always have," I whispered to him, and pulled him in for another kiss.

Wow, this was so cheesy.

Really short, but I don't care, because it's adorable. :3

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just, you know... gonna put these here 'cause they're awesome and beautiful and adorable... found it 'em tumblr...

Walks into Future Daughter's room one day, her laptop open on her lap

Me: Hey, what are you doing?

Daughter: Nothing, reading slash..

Me: Slash?

Daughter: Yeah. It’s like Person ‘A’ and Person ‘B’ and they’re famous, and they’re…together…

Me: *Gasp* Ohmygod! Are you reading gay porn??

Daughter: *Looks taken back* Yes…?

Me: *Freaking* Omg!! *Cries* I’m so proud of you! Ohmygod! My own daughter into fanfiction! I raised you well!

Daughter: Mom?

Me: Do you need any more? I can get you some. There’s all kinds; Frerard, Frikey, Rikey, Waycest, Petrick, Pikey, Ryden, Brencer, Joncer, Gerbert…..

Daughter: Wha-?

Me:Omg! You’re such a perfect child!!! Please, let me know if you need more. *Starts closing door* You just stay in here for the rest of your life. Don’t worry about being all alone, Honey. You have your computer, you don’t need friends!

BUT FRIKEY!!!!!!!!!!!!!! *^*

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[fancypost borderwidth=0px; width:500px;][justify][font=arial][sup]Imagine your OTP having their first fight. Person B gets really mad and Person A runs out in tears. Person B chases after them until they finally find them crying. How do they comfort them?
Pairing: Derek Morgan/Spencer Reid totally not obsessed with this ship or Criminal Minds. Or Matthew Gray Gubler.

It was their first ever real fight. Sure, they'd had their fights before, but they were all playful. Reid was, honestly, terrified of Morgan when he was so angry. He'd only seen him this angry when something bad happened to him, or one of the other team members. Or when he thought he let someone/people down by not being able to stop and UnSub. The lithe young man tried to hold the tears in, biting on his lower lip to keep it from quivering as Morgan yelled at him, making dramatic hand gestures, throwing his arms this way and that. "Morgan, I didn't mean to." "You didn't mean to?! You were f.cking dry humping your ex last night! I'm glad I walked in before you two got in on! For f.ck's sake, Reid!" The fact he wasn't using his first name, or any of the nicknames the team made up for him - like Pretty Boy and Baby Boy, or Junior G-man - just made it worse.

"I was... I was drunk." Spencer's voice wavered, quiet and utterly small compared to Morgan's. "Well they say a person's true feelings come out when they're drunk, so I guess that means you still love him, don't you? Or are you just a f.cking wh.re?!" Morgan immediately stopped after that, and Reid's heart stopped for a few seconds. They both stared at each other, Derek's eyes wide, mouth agape. Reid looked completely broken and ill, like he was going to throw up. And Morgan knew he'd went way too far, no matter how angry he was; no matter that his boyfriend of three years had dry humped his ex. If this was to happen again throughout their relationship, if it even stayed together, Morgan didn't think he or Spencer could handle it.

"I guess I am, huh?" Morgan was caught by surprise at those words, full of venom, yet so broken and way too gentle at the same time. Reid shook his head when Morgan tried putting a hand on his shoulder, muttering his name. "Leave me alone! I don't ever want to see you again! I hate you!" The sudden outburst caught both of them by surprise, and Reid burst into tears. He had held it back for too long, and now it was coming out full-force. The younger fumbled to grab his phone from the coffee table, and Derek just stood their, dumbfounded, as his lover rushed out the door. Though he didn't slam it, and shut it rather carefully, like it'd break off of its hinges if anyone wasn't careful with it.

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Reid sniffled, silent sobs passing his lips as he jogged down the steps, dialing Garcia's number. She and the rest of the team were at work, he and Derek having taken the day off. He rushed out of the apartment, fast-walking down the sidewalk with one hand stuffed in a pocket of his skinny jeans. He gulped silently, hanging his head low as he put the phone up to his ear. His hair fell into his eyes, but he didn't bother in brushing the strands away. It was chilly outside, but Reid had been in such a hurry to get out of the apartment that he hadn't brought even a cardigan with him.

"The lovely goddess of hacking speaking."

The cheery, upbeat voice made a faint, shaky smile etch across the youngest's face, and he took in a sharp breath. "Reid? What's wrong, Baby Boy? Are you crying? What did my Chocolate God do?" Garcia has freaking powers; Reid swears she does. "C-Can you just ask someone to pick me up? Anyone, I... Just need to get away for a little bit." He could hear Garcia tapping a pen or pencil on her desk, humming. He could just see the concerned frown on her face, biting on her lower lip. He could also picture the cat ears placed on her head, which made him choke back a tiny giggle.

"Hold on, Baby Boy, Mama's gonna come and get you. Stay right where you are, okay?" Reid nodded, then realized she couldn't see him, and muttered an 'okay' into the phone before they both hung up. Doing as he was told, Spencer stopped where he was, right at a bus stop. He sat on an empty bench, and put his head in his hands. Tears still fell from his eyes, even as he tried wiping them away. After a good twenty minutes, He saw Garcia's car pull up in front of him. She rolled down the window, giving him a sympathetic smile. He returned it with a small, sad smile, the tears still rolling down his cheeks. He had this urge to look back, in which he did, and stopped breathing for a moment when he saw Derek frantically looking around, holding one of his own jackets in his hands, wearing a different one. Reid gulped audibly as he rushed over tot he passenger's side, getting in as quickly as possible. He shut the door and buckled up, then looked over to Garcia with big doe eyes, and she drove off. When Reid looked out the back of the car, he could see Derek standing at the bench, looking as the car drove off. It broke his heart.

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They were at the bureau in no time, which calmed Reid down a little. His shoulders were tense as he wrapped his arms around himself, then brought his hands up to wipe at his eyes, only to go into fits of sobs. Garcia gasped silently, caught off guard, and quickly got out of the car. She went over to Reid's side and opened the door, helping him out of the car so he wouldn't stumble, or anything. She pulled him into a warm embrace, which Reid gladly excepted, and hugged her back. When he finally calmed down a little, she linked their arms and lead him inside the building.

After they stepped out of the elevator, JJ and Prentiss were already there. Reid's eyes shot open when he was enveloped in a big, group hug. "Oh, hon, what happened?" Reid's tenseness made them all pull away, and he shivered a little, rubbing at his arms. "Oh, you're really cold. Let's go get you some coffee and sit down so we can talk, okay?" "I'm not a baby, guys," Reid replied, though softly, a fake, sad smile on his face. Garcia hummed, snorting. "Well, you're our baby," she teased, and Spencer rolled his eyes as the three ladies shared a few laughs.

The lanky male jumped when hearing that deep voice, turning around when the looks on the girls' faces changed. He whimpered and backed away a little. "Reid - Pretty Boy, I-" "I said I didn't ever want to see you again, Morgan. Not when we don't have a case to work on." "Well, that's kind of hard, considering we work to-" "Then just leave me alone," Reid mumbled, finally rushing off, though only fast-walking. He headed towards a bathroom, bursting in to the nearest one. He leaned over a sink and propped his elbows up, putting his head in his hands once more as tears slipped again. He fought to keep the sobs in, flinching when hearing the door open. He stayed where he was, and only tensed when he felt strong arms wrap around his small waist. A warm breath tickled his neck, and a sob finally escaped his mouth.

"Pretty Boy, I love you, okay? You're so beautiful and smart, so kind to everyone. You're so fragile, and I shouldn't have called you... That," Morgan whispered to him, using his softest, calmest voice, even though it was laced with sadness and regret. Not able to fight it anymore, Spencer started sobbing, and Derek expertly turned the younger around. He wrapped his arms around him, Spencer wrapping his arms around the elder's neck as he sobbed into the crook of his neck. Derek could feel the warm tears fall down his neck and to his collarbone, and it made him want to cry. But he didn't, and held his Pretty Boy close to him, muttering soothing words into the younger's ear.

It was probably fifteen minutes until Reid's sobs finally ceased, and he unwrapped his arms from around Derek's neck. He gulped silently as he wiped at his eyes, his head hanging low. He let his hair fall into his eyes, though the stray strands were soon pushed away, a hand slipping under his chin to lift his head up. Before he could say anything, lips were pressed against his, and he instantly melted in Morgan's arms. "I'm so sorry, Derek. So, so sorry." Derek shook his head, pecking his lips, his forehead, his cheeks, and placing little kisses on his lover's neck. He kept one hand at the back of Reid's head, the other at the other side, arm wrapped around his lithe figure. "Ssh, it's okay Pretty Boy. Let's just forget about it, okay?" Reid gulped and nodded his head, then buried his face in the crook of the other man's neck. They stayed like that for a while before they finally walked out, hand-in-hand.

God, they sure hoped nothing like that would ever happen again.