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Accidentally My Ass - Part 2

Part two of Accidentally My Ass, requested by @kmomof4 looks at things from Killian’s point of view on their first date after the “Original Swan-Jones Merger” Thanks for the prompt mama!! Rated M. Part one of this story was inspired by this post and prompt from @xemmaloveskillianx This chapter is unbeta’d. Also on ao3 and ffnet  



Killian looked into the mirror again, straightened his tie, and checked the buttons on his jacket once more. His brother and friends always gave him shit about the amount of time he spent primping. It wasn’t that he was vain, but who didn’t want to look their best? Especially for a night out with Emma Swan. He looked himself up and down as the blonde goddess passed through his mind. “This is all wrong, mate,” he mumbled to himself, then proceeded to strip down to his boxer briefs and find a new ensemble for the evening. Good thing he’d given himself two hours when he’d started his preening. Looking at his phone he saw that he had exactly forty-five minutes left to finish and get to Emma’s doorstep.  

From the moment Killian had seen Emma Swan he’d wanted her body, from the moment he’d met her, he’d wanted more. He’d pled with Liam, to add a stipulation to the upcoming merger. He even enlisted his brother’s wife, Elsa, to convince Liam to implement this new stipulation… Killilan would be brought on to the merged team as part of the business contract for a time no less than six months.

Checking himself one last time, and deciding he now looked devilishly handsome, he grabbed his wallet and keys and headed out the door. He wondered what deliciousness she would be wearing tonight, thinking back on that sinful red dress.

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Things Felt But Unsaid

This is my little gift for @stoptryingtomakethingshappen for the Secret Santa event, hosted by @drarryexchange . It’s the first time I’ve written for the Drarry fandom and the first time I have written anything as fluffy as this, but I hope you’ll like it!


It wasn’t supposed to be like this.

This warmth, those arms around his body, that messy dark hair tickling his neck.

Why, Potter? thought Draco as he watched with foggy, still tired eyes, the peaceful form laid in his bed.

Certain rays of sun were decorating their faces through the curtains, leaving small dots of light across pillow-patterned cheeks and closed eyelids.

The whole thing felt like some sort of dream to Draco. Too surreal, too good to be true after so many years of anger and self-destruction.

He turned his head a little to have a better look of the man still asleep behind him. Barely resisted the urge to extend his hand, to touch with pale fingers the warm skin pressed so beautifully against his.

Years before, every time the image of the familiar boy - now man - entered his field of vision, all he used to feel was rage and disappointment. And hatred, so much hatred… Sometimes he couldn’t even think because of it.

Things changed to such an extent that the past now seemed like an alternative existence, not part of the same life, full of anguish.

After all of that…How could you chose me?’

Harry’s breathing was caressing Draco’s neck while his chest moved with every puff that escaped past his parted lips. He’s always been a late sleeper and secretly, of course, Draco liked this. It gave him time to think, to appreciate better just how lucky he ended up.

After his sixth year, the only ending he visioned for himself was the cold, empty space of an Askaban cell. Or being Voldemort’s lap dog for the rest of eternity.

Not this. Not this closeness. Not so much forgiveness.

And especially not so much love.

Despite his earlier - better - judgement, Draco’s hand found itself buried in dark hair, too tangled for its own good and not soft enough. However, Draco felt a strange sort of affection every time his fingers moved across Harry’s unkempt locks, and the last thing he wanted was to stop.

“Malfoy” a morning voice echoed suddenly.

Draco stopped his movement, focusing his attention instead on green eyes, now open, gazing back at him.

“Morning, princess,” he said, his tone full of fondness. “Slept well?”

Harry blinked twice, trying process everything at once.

“Draco” he called out once again, a bit confused still. “Why are you up so early?”

Draco smiled.

“Not everybody can sleep until noon with no remorse like you, Potter,” he said, no bite in his words. “Most people have responsibilities, you know? We don’t have the luxury of taking a nap whenever we  want just because we defeated a wizard years ago.”

As usual, when confronted this way, Harry rolled his eyes.

“If I’m not wrong, Malfoy, you - as in, the responsible one out of the two of us, according to your words - are also still on bed. So, instead of throwing around baseless accusations, why don’t you keep messing with my hair since you like it and start telling me about what you seemed to be so conflicted about.”

Draco would’ve done anything to wipe the smirk out of his face. He should’ve known better than to bring up any sort of competition whenever it involved Harry. That bastard always had some sort of witty answer up his sleeve, no matter the time of the day of night.

“You know what, Potter?” he said. “I think I liked you better asleep. Why don’t you go back to it?”

Harry eyes sparkled at that. Draco didn’t apreciate that look.

“Neah,” said Harry in mocking laziness, perfectly aware of how much Draco hated when he did that. “I think getting on your nerves for a bit longer will be more entertaining.”

“Oh, shut it already,” said Draco, rolling over, having his back facing Harry once again.

Harry only laughed at how silly Draco was behaving.

“I see someone woke up quite cranky today,” he said.

“I’m not ‘cranky’. I’m just tired of you,” remarked Draco.

“Please, you’ll never get tired of me,” laughed Harry, poking Draco in the ribs to play around some more.

“Yes, I am. Now, if you’ll excuse me, I’d like to make me some breakfast. I can’t stand being hungry,” he said, rolling out of bed.

Harry raised his hand, gently touching Draco’s arm.

“You mean making us breakfast, right? he grinned, trying to make his voice sound sweet.

“As if you still deserve something after the trick you pulled last night. I won’t be able to sit for a whole week thanks to your lack of patience.” he mumbled hoping to come out as angry, but failing miserably. He couldn’t fool Harry so easily.

Of course, he still freed his arm and moved towards the door, his stepping as lazy as possible.

“Like you didn’t enjoy it,” Harry said, a bit frustrated by Draco’s pride and stubbornness.

The blond ignored him and left the room, leaving Harry behind without a care.

“Cranky indeed,” said Harry to himself, throwing the covers away from his body, with a trace of regret of abandoning the warmth of the bed. He searched in a hurry for a pair of trousers and a clean shirt before following Draco in the kitchen, a discreet smell already filling his senses.

Once entering the room, his eyes fell immediately on the shirtless form standing in front of the fridge, wand in hand, a frown painted on his features. It seemed like he was in the middle of warming up a piece of bread - “Again?” Harry noted, not knowing how to react anymore to Draco’s wierd antics. But no matter how hard he tried, Draco simply refused to touch anything that had to do with technology.

“I might hurt myself, Potter!” he shouted once, after a whole hour of washing the clothes - the muggle way. It had been a disaster, without any exaggerations. After ruining two perfect sweaters and a pair of boxers Harry gave up, leaving Draco to do things as he pleased.

Even if it wasn’t extremely practical.

“How much longer or you going to incendio that poor bread?” Harry asked, getting closer to the blond and observing his every move.

“Don’t disturb my concentration. I don’t want to burn it too much and deal with ashes.”

“Draco… That’s why we have the toaster,” sighed Harry.

“I’m not going to touch that machine. Ever. End of story,” said Draco, finally lowering his wand, deciding that it was enough. “Besides, it’s a good exercise of control.”

Harry decided not to comment. Instead, he positioned himself behind Draco and embraced him from behind, resting his chin on his shoulder.

“You are out of hope, you know?” said Harry, leaving a small kiss on Draco’s naked skin.

“And you are sweaty and in desperate need of a shower. You stink. But do you see me complaining?” said Draco as he placed the now slightly burned slice of bread on a plate, not impressed by Harry’s antics.

The other boy flinched at the words of the blond.

“For real?” he asked ashamed, lowering his arms.

“Yes, Potter. Now go throw some water and soap on yourself and come back looking acceptable for once. I’ll also dress accordingly to a kitchen when you are done and then we’ll finally eat as two normal human beings.”

“Fine,” he accepted the first part without a second thought. “But, for the record, I don’t mind seeing you shirtless at all times”.

“Noted. Now go. I’ll finish with the rest of the toast and deal with the eggs while you’re in there.”

Harry did as told and, with one last look at Draco, he left the room, almost running all the way to the shower. He turned on the water and walked inside after leaving his clothes nest to the sink, and allowed the cold liquid to touch furiously his heated skin.

On the other side of the house, Draco was preparing everything just as he promised, but no matter what his hands were doing or what words left his mouth with every textbook incantation, his thoughts were far from those actions.

He was taking in the last words words exchanged, replaying them over and over again, as well as the feeling of having Harry’s front pressed to his back. The dialogue, no matter how embarrassing and awkward it had been, was just another proof of their closeness, of how much they have evolved over the years to finally reach the point of talking about anything without fearing a thing from the other. That domesticity brought a soft smile to Draco’s face.

They were far from perfect. Both made mistakes that couldn’t ever be erased, but they learned. They have grown up together, step by step, curse after curse and now, with each caress of the other’s skin.

The sound of the shower stopping could be heard even from where Draco was standing, but somehow, in the hurricane that had taken over his mind, it ended up being missed. He heard, however, Harry’s steps as he got back, hair still dump and clothes fitting him a bit awkwardly.

“Good, you’re done,” said Draco, turning around as soon as Harry came back. “You can start eating if you want, I’ll be back in a second.”

Five minutes later they were both seated on each side of the table, eating in silence. Harry was enjoying a glass of orange juice while Draco was more than pleased with his water, taking a mouthful every few bites.

It was peaceful. Calming. Familiar. Precious.

“Harry, could you please give me the salt from over there?”

“Sure, but don’t you think it’s salty enough?”

“It needs a little bit more.”

It wasn’t supposed to be like this.

It wasn’t what he expected, but it was better that everything Draco believed he deserved.

He might never be able to say out lout exactly what he felt. He might never leave his insecurities in the open so easily. But, with Harry, he wanted to at least try.

He was stubborn. Full of pride. A coward in every sense of the word.

It wasn’t like him to be so open.

One day, Harry, I will tell you everything I can’t say right now. I don’t know why you chose me, but I swear, on Merlin’s beard, that I’ll prove to you that giving me this wasn’t a mistake.

And it will never be.

A Matter Of Difference - Part 1

Characters: Fili x Reader.

Summary: The course of true love never did run smooth but after saving the line of Durin have you secured your happy ending?

Word Count: 1242 words.

A/N: So there I was cracking through my Supernatural, Star Trek and Marvel fics when there was a metaphorical knock on the door and an unexpected muse entered my brain and refused to leave.  I have never written LoTR/Hobbit fic before and had no real intention of doing so but the muse wants what the muse wants and this is the result so I HOPE you enjoy my creative tangent. Feedback, as always, is very welcomed.

Originally posted by lehnshark

From the moment you had agreed to the wizards offer of employment there hadn’t been a day where you hadn’t cursed your decision at least once. As a Ranger you were used to the rigors of traveling but having thirteen dwarves to contend with, not to mention a Hobbit unused to such conditions and you found your nerves fraying.  Sitting huddled in a freezing cold cave as you waited out the raging storm you took the opportunity to once more watch your companions. Thorin was stood at the mouth of the cave, the wind whipping through his hair as he looked majestically off into the middle distance.  The corners of your mouth twitched up as you imagined him singing some dramatic music in his head as he stood there.  Your gaze then turned to Ori who was busying himself scribbling in that notebook of his. The young dwarf was quiet and shy and as such you hadn’t had much dealing with him.  All in all you preferred to keep yourself to yourself, best not to get to attached because you never knew when things would head south. At least that had been your plan, unfortunately for you some of your company had not taken the many hints you had thrown down.  “Do you think we will be here long?” The all to familiar voice of Thorins youngest nephew met your ears as you felt him sit on the floor next to you, a little too close.

“I have no idea.  That decision is your Uncles, not mine.” Turning your head away from him you hoped he would give up and bother someone else.  

“As a Ranger though you must have an idea how long this storm will take to pass.”  He insisted with a bright smile and you sighed as the realization that you were stuck in this cave and had no escape from this conversation.

“I would say it makes sense to set up camp for the night.  That storm isn’t going to abate any time soon but as I said, it’s your Uncles decision.”  

It wasn’t long before Thorin seemed to agree with your assessment and told you all to set up camp.  There was some dry branches towards the back of the cave which Bombur and Nori used to set up a fire as the rest of you began to unpack various useful items and prepare for supper.  That was the first night you joined the dwarves around the fire instead of sitting in the shadows.  You couldn’t say why you broke routine but a few hours later your found yourself laughing heartily at Kili and Bofur’s jokes and listening intently to the tale the hobbit was spinning.  So caught up in your companions words you did not notice the pair of brilliant blue eyes which never left you.

He often found his eyes drifting to you but as he saw your face light up when you laughed his heart stuttered and it seemed as if the fluttering in his stomach would lead to whatever was flying around in there bursting out. The firelit flickered across your face and although he had never had the courage to approach you, had never uttered more than three words to you, he longed to sit in your company, to be the one to make you laugh instead of his brother.  Feeling his Uncles glare upon him Fili tore his eyes from you reluctantly to meet Thorins before looking down at his feet.  He needed to stop himself before these feelings took hold.  There was no way a beautiful ranger like you would even look twice at a dwarf such as him.  

As the days and weeks passed and the days became shorter and the chill in the air became cooler you found yourself thinking of this company almost as family.  A fondness for the loud, brash, often ridiculous males had taken hold against your better instincts.  A strange friendship had struck up between yourself and the King Under The Mountain as he appreciated he could indeed rely on you, that this job had become about more than just the pay.  

You had been sitting with Thorin and Balin discussing the next leg of the journey when you felt a wave of tiredness sweep over you. Bidding your companions good night you headed to your bedroll.  The past few days you had discovered that no matter where you placed your mat you were always flanked by Bilbo and Fili.  Not that you minded, neither snored particularly loudly, but you did find it quite odd that the dwarf who couldn’t even meet your eye chose to sleep next to you.  Laying down you pulled your blanket up to your chin.  Turning onto your side you curl your knees up in an attempt to fight the cold that was creeping in.  Your eyes fell on the dwarf asleep next to you and for the first time you really looked at him.  The way his blonde mane fell around him in an unruly fashion made your lips twitch into a soft smile.  He looked so peaceful, very unlike the nervous, self-doubting expressions you had become used to seeing on his face.  His sleeping form had a sense of confidence, a regal air that his Uncle also had.  The way his soft lips parted slightly and the braids of his moustache rose and fell with his breath made your heart beat a little bit faster.  Aware that you had been staring, you close your eyes and tried to push the image of the golden haired prince from your mind.  

The young princes had been up to their usual light hearted tomfoolery which had caused much amusement amongst the company until their beloved leader had arrived back from wherever he had been brooding.  “ENOUGH!” He bellowed causing the pair currently wrestling on the floor to jump to their feet looking rather sheepish.  “I expect such behavior from Kili but you Fili, you are heir to the throne.  Such behavior is not becoming of the future king.”  Fili’s shoulders slumped as he mumbled an apology in unison with his brother and a quiet settled around the fire.  Getting to your feet you looked calmly across the circle at Thorin.  

“You are too harsh on him.”  The words have the dwarf’s icy blue eyes meeting yours, a flicker of surprise before the steal returned.  “Fili is all too aware of the pressure of the crown and he carries that responsibility admirably.  Perhaps you could learn a little from your nephews and perhaps crack a smile every now and then.  A little levity, merriment, it prevents you being crushed under the weight of duty.” You stared right back at him unwavering and you felt the eyes of several of your company on you and their king. You prepared yourself for his wrath, you could tell your words had struck a chord.

“[y/n] will take first watch tonight.” Was all he said gruffly before stalking off again.  A collective sigh of relief sounded in the clearing and you puffed out your cheeks as you let out a deep breath.  That possibly was not the best course of action.  Your eyes met Fili’s and you smiled sadly at him.  His eyes twinkled as he mouthed ‘thank you’ and you could feel your cheeks heat.  Turning away you busied yourself with your pack thinking yourself lucky to get away with only having night watch.


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Six Weeks

Sixth installment in the Bard series. (One, two, three, four, five, seven, eight, nine, ten, eleven, twelve, thirteen, fourteen, fifteen, sixteen, seventeen, eighteen, nineteen, twenty, twenty-one, twenty-two, twenty-three, twenty-four, twenty-five, twenty-six, twenty-seven, twenty-eight, twenty-nine.)

Bard x Reader.

Warnings: Possible abuse. Possible emetephobia (there’s no actual action, barely a few mentions). Anxiety, maybe.

Word count: 2,334



The invite, while not entirely out of the blue, was no less disconcerting when it arrived, not with the usual post, but with a knock on the door and handed over by a harried-looking servant at sunset one evening last week. Its envelope, royal red and trimmed with gold, gave you no doubt as to whom it was from; your very blood vibrated with ire seeing that blasted stationery and you wanted nothing more than to chuck it, unopened, into the fireplace. Were it not for the dread you felt over potential repercussion, you would have.

As it was, the visit to come surely would not prove any more pleasant.

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Girl of His Dreams?

Summary: The reader had a drunken one night stand after going to the bar with her friends, but then she realises she slept with the last person she ever wanted to see.
Pairing: SamxReader
Words: 2484
Warnings: Language, vague smut
AN: HERE IT IS! This is the FINAL part of my Sam’s Sixty June Jobs series. I have really enjoyed writing Rockstar!Sam, and it has been nice to break into an AU. But all things must come to an end, and I hope you enjoy this one!
Constructive Criticism Welcome!!!

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“Why did you leave me?” you asked, voice barely a whisper.

His hands stopped moving and you saw his eyes look up as he nodded slowly.

“From the beginning, then. Yeah, ok…”


Sam didn’t move from his bed. He kept his head buried in his pillow, the image of her horrified, disbelieving expression seared in his mind. He’d seen that face only twice before; when she’d learnt that her grandmother had died, and when she’d found out her aunt and uncle were getting a divorce. It was a look he never wanted to be the cause of; and yet, two days ago, he had done just that.

“Are you going to sulk in here until the day we leave?” Dean groaned, leaning against the doorframe of his brother’s bedroom. Sam’s only response was a half-hearted grunt. Dean rolled his eyes, pushing off from the door and approaching his not-so-little brother, “I’m telling you, man. You did the right thing. She’d only have been miserable when you left.”

He turned to face Dean, scowling. “She’s miserable now, Dean, and I did that to her,” he slumped back down into his pillow, sighing. “I’ve made the worst mistake of my life” he whined, clamping his eyes shut stop himself crying, he refused to cry in front of his brother; “I’ve made the worst mistake of my life, and it’s your fault.” The older Winchester flinched slightly at his words, but gritted his teeth and persevered.

“Look, Sammy, we’ve been over this. Why make her last year at school more stressful than it needs to be? She doesn’t need a long distance thing; she needs her grades; especially if she wants to do that writing thing at college. So get off your ass, and let’s go get drunk. I got a couple of bottles of the good stuff in the car, and I won’t even tell Dad you’re drinking.”

Sam sat up properly this time, rage burning in his eyes as he glowered at Dean. “I promised her, Dean. I told her we’d work things out. I don’t know what possessed me to listen to you. And it’s Sam, now just leave me alone.”

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English Love Affair - Prologue

Story Summary: Camila Cabello is a young photographer and journalist who runs a successful magazine with her best friend Dinah Jane Hansen. When Camila is assigned to do an article about Coachella and ends up having a weekend fling with the English rocker Lauren Jauregui, she’s completely assured that she’ll never see the girl again. That is, until she has to write about her.

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What happens when Sheldon chases Amy

Sheldon Cooper was not superstitious, he did not believe in reading signs, he did not believe that the universe left cosmic clues as to ones fate. Sheldon Cooper knew lots about the stars and nothing he had read said the stars had the power to change someone’s destiny.

When he left his apartment he was in a hurry, he slung his satchel over his shoulder and headed out the door. The he remembered that he had left his tablet inside, if Amy chose to terminate their agreement than he would need it. When he went to retrieve it he discovered that the door was locked, when he patted his pockets for his keys he discovered them all to be empty. He knew where his keys were they were in the bowl next to the door and lost to him right now. Penny was in Vegas with Leonard so he could not even borrow her set. He was locked out until further notice.

“Let’s hope she is not so mad at me that she won’t at least drive me home and unlock my door for me.” Sheldon sighs as he heads down the four flights of stairs. Thinking how the only other key to get him inside was in Amy’s purse.

He boarded the bus taking him to Amy’s apartment in Glendale, the bus was quiet this time of night and he was lost in thought. Ruminating on his relationship with Amy, how much it had changed in the five years since he first met her. He had never meant for any of this to happen, had never wanted to met her. What would his life be like I he never had? What if he had stood his ground refused to go to that coffee shop that fateful day?

He tries to picture it but he can’t, as much as he had fought it Amy coming into his life when she did had been the best thing to ever happen to him. Life before her had been like living a half life, he worked, he read, he played video games all with the same mechanical enjoyment. His friends used to accuse him of being a robot, not a real boy, and until he met her that was true.

Amy made him feel, she gave him the emotions that he had always thought were lost to him. Sometimes it overwhelmed him the depth of emotion she wrought out of him. Ones he had never felt before and had no scope of comparison to process them with. Love, god how he had wrestled with that one at first trying to give it any other diagnosis other than he was turning into a hippy. That was the only other conclusion however to just how crazy he felt about her, how one little smile from her could make his day, how one little text could light his face up in a smile. Sheldon had probably smiled more with her in those five years then he had the rest of his life previously.

Lust was the other big one, before her he had never lusted after anything. At first he thought she was giving him a heart attack, that the sight of her was triggering some sort of cardiac event. Thrown by how hard his heart pounded when she was near, how all the blood seemed to rush from his head rendering him speechless. Then when he realized where the blood was rushing too he knew it was not a medical emergency.

Yet he had not acted on it, he knew she wanted him too but he held back. It scared him to think about there bodies naked together in the heat of passion. Sheldon could barely stand to see himself naked, it felt so dirty, and he hated things that were dirty. He could not deny that he had thought about it though most recently two nights ago when he had proposed their make out. When she had pressed his lips against his and parted them her breath sweet from the violet gum she liked to chew after dinner. French kissing had always disgusted him, why would you allow someones salvia to invade your mouth. What was enticing about another tongue being placed in your mouth. Yet he knew she wanted to try so he had been willing to give it a go, to put his fears aside for her for their five year anniversary.

After that kiss he knew what was so alluring about the practice, he always enjoyed kissing her but this? The way her mouth fit around his her soft tongue flitting against his. His hand placed on her thigh suddenly itching to go under her skirt to feel her soft skin underneath. How he felt like laying her down and pressing her to the couch so she could feel what she was doing to him. It was erotic and terrifying at the same time. He knew if he did not think of something else anything else there was a very real chance that he would not be able to stop himself. Then she had stopped the kiss and looked up at him with those emerald eyes of hers. Willing him to sweep her off her feet and he had panicked, had blown it.

“Are any one those things me?” she had asked

Of course they were, did she have any idea how much of his mind she occupied? There was not a decision he made where he did not consider her opinion. He might ultimately reject her opinion but he considered it. What did she want him to say, that he was thinking about how much he liked the way her tongue felt in his mouth. How he had to think about the Flash to keep himself in check so he did not pin her down on the couch and have his way with her. It would be there first time and she deserved better than for her virginity to be taken on a couch like a teenager in a basement.

Their first time, he knew the ay was coming and he was preparing for it mentally. He wanted everything to be perfect for her first impressions are everything. He had heard enough tawdry sex talk to know that a woman expected a lot out of a man and he wanted to be able to give it to her. If it were to come back to him that she told the girls that their first time together was just okay, he would be humiliated. Also he would prefer if the engagement ring in his pocket was on her finger beforehand.

He feels the bus come to a stop and looks out the window and realizes that he has missed his stop. That he had been so lost in thought he forgot to get off the bus. Amy’s place is about two mile back the other way. Not much but at midnight the task seemed daunting however he leaves the bus and trudges on towards Amy’s apartment. The streets are thankfully quiet and the night is clear. Though walking alone at this time of night still makes him nervous and he sings a little song under his breath to distract himself from his nerves, one his mother used to sing to him when he was sad.

“You are my sunshine, my only sunshine, you make me happy, when skies are gray, you’ll never know dear, how much I love you, so please don’t take my sunshine away.”

Amy was his sunshine and there was a good chance she was being taken away from him. Sheldon thinks about the time Amy asked him to go for a walk and he accused her of only thinking about sex. When really it had been him, the last time they had gone on a walk she had grabbed his hand and he looked down to glare at her and she beamed up at him. She had looked so beautiful staring up at him the light from the streetlight shining through her hair giving her a halo she looked like an angel. It took his breath away and all he had wanted to do was to grab her and kiss her, instead he had said “didn’t you get your fill of this at the movies.”

How many times had he insulted her, hurt her, just to cover up how he was feeling at the time. Too many times he thinks able to remember every single thing he has ever said to her. Able to perfectly recall every time her face fell in that wounded expression. All she is done is given him happiness and it seems all he has done is given her pain. Maybe he should let her be, he does not deserve to have her, she is a saint and he is fatally flawed.

Amy is young and beautiful, she could find someone else, who would give her all the things she want without a fight. She had caught Stuart’s before and… The thought of it fills him with rage, remembering looking through her peephole as he wrapped his arms around his woman. Suddenly an image pops in his head of Stuart over there now. Swooping in and comforting her like the lecherous little weasel that he is. Sitting on her couch in his spot with his arms wrapped around her. Amy looking up at him and Stuart leaning down to kiss her lips. Suddenly he feels like he might vomit, he knows it is not true but he cant shake the image now. It felt so real.

“I am coming Amy.” He says out loud as he breaks into run. Sheldon can count on one hand the times he has ran previously. When he had called a bully an ignoramus and been chased through the halls, when he jogged with Penny that one time, when he had stolen the Indiana Jones movie, and now. Sheldon raced through the streets of Glendale his satchel beating uncomfortably against his side his brown shoes slipping against the pavement. Finally he reaches her apartment and gratefully punches up on the elevator. When he reaches her door he presses his ear against it searching for sound and he finds it silent. So he pounds on the door in his set of three his breath still labored from his run. She opens the door, she is still dressed even though it is past midnight and she looks like she has been crying. Sheldon’s gut twists knowing he is the source of her tears. Amy stares at him like she can’t quite believe that he is here but makes no move to invite him in.

“Amy I have been thinking a lot about relationships and how difficult they can be.” Sheldon starts desperate to finish the sentence that has been haunting him all night long.

“Sheldon I have too…” she interrupts and he presses his fingers her lips to stop her ,she needs to hear him out.

“Please Amy let me finish you know how I feel about closure.”

“ I know how abruptly I ended things must have been difficult for you Sheldon. Come in and sit down and lets talk.” She says standing to the side and letting him in. Sheldon walks to his spot on the couch and sits down and looks around.

“Stuart isn’t here is he?” he asks.

“Why would Stuart be here Sheldon” Amy asks him and he shakes his head.

“No reason, now as I was saying before I was rudely interrupted… twice.”

“Sheldon.” Amy says annoyed.

“Relationships are difficult, I had to witness my parents marriage implode around me. Cower in the corner as they screamed at each other. I promised myself then I would never alłow myself to to be in that situation. That I would never tie myself to someone who only caused me pain. Then I’ve have had to watch as Leonard and Penny struggle to make their ill conceived romance work. Had to listen rolling my eyes in to other room as Leonard cried himself to sleep listening to Enya. I never understood how he could let one woman effect him so greatly. I likened him to a junkie who kept going back to his fix even though he knew it was killing him.” Sheldon pauses.

“Sheldon what is your point.” Amy sighs

“My point is that relationships are difficult, but I like being in one with you.” He tells her looking into her eye and she feels her resolve starting to fall away.

“I like being in one with you too Sheldon but…” And he cuts her off again.

“I know how difficult I can be and you have been so understanding and patient. Amy I love you, and I think we are stronger than those two pairs. Please Amy don’t give up on me now, I know I can be difficult, that this relationship is difficult, but it is worth the struggle.” He says and he looks like he is about to cry and it breaks her heart she can’t keep him waiting anymore.

“I agree Sheldon, that is why I have chosen not to take the break. I feel I acted rashly out of wounded pride and after careful consideration I feel like my life needs you in it.” She tells him and his stomach does a flip.

“Amy, that makes me ..” he feels like she has brought him back to life.

“However I have made another decision about our relationship.” Amy pauses like she is thinking really hard about how to proceed.

“And that is…” Sheldon leads.

‘I am taking intimacy off the table, it was how we began and I feel that it is the only way we can continue.”

“What exactly are you proposing Amy?”

“No hand holding, no hugging, no kissing, I know you never liked any of it and I am not going to force you to do it anymore. I know that you don’t feel the same way about me as I do about you. I know you will never want me in the way that I want you.”

“You think I don’t feel the same way about you? That I don’t want you in that way?” Sheldon says quietly.

“I know you love me in your own way and I can get past all of that as long as I am not given any more false hopes” Amy says wanting so bad to grab his hand but she has taken that off the table.

“Amy I want you… in that way.”he says gulping and grabbing her hand.

“Sheldon, you don’t have to…” she says taking her hand away

“Amy listen please.” He says grabbing her hand. “I may not be the best about showing it, and I may have fought it in the past but I want the same things you do.”

“You do.” Amy says shyly

“Yes, Amy I am a man, I have urges just like any other man. I have been good at suppressing them because I wanted to wait for the right time.”

“That’s just it Sheldon its been five years! Will there ever be a right time?” Amy says getting up and walking into the kitchen. Sheldon gets up and follows her grabbing her and making her face him.

“Yes, there will be, I have been thinking about the right time for a long time.” he says gulping gently stoking her back.

“Sheldon, I wish I could believe you…” Amy starts but his cut off by Sheldon’s lips on hers he kisses her hungrily.Amy has never been kissed like this before and it takes her breath away. Sheldon presses her against the wall and pressing his body flush against hers. When he breaks away from her she stares at him with a starstruck expression on her face.

“That was nice.” He says smirking at her.

“Good.” She returns and he smiles.

“As I was saying, I have been thinking about the right time for a long time. I always envisioned that day would be after I had made you mine.”

“Sheldon I’ve always been yours.” Amy tells him but he sinks to one knee in front of her and grabs her hand.
“I meant mine, completely, when you are wearing this.” He says taking the ring out of his pocket and holding it out.”

“Yes.” Amy blurts out tears streaming from her eyes.

“I didn’t ask you yet.” He says miffed.

“Go ahead.” She breathes.

“Amy Farrah Fowler would you do me the honor of becoming my wife?”

“Yes” she squeals as he slides the ring on her finger. “ Sheldon I feel the need to confess something to you. I would not feel right proceeding forward if I didn’t.”

“I am listening.” he says nervously rising up.

“I have known about the ring for a while, since January actually. I didn’t mean to find it, you asked me to bring you something from your desk drawer.”

“My favorite dry erase marker on January 23rd, when I was stuck on the proton decay problem.”

“Yes, well I looked in the wrong drawer and saw this box and I opened it. Just like Pandora I was to curious about what it held. I must confess knowing about it has made me a little crazy these last few months.”

“So you have known that I had a ring for you since January?” Sheldon asks his voice emotionless and Amy can’t tell if he is mad or not.

“Please don’t be mad at me, Sheldon…”

“Mad, I am not mad…” He says getting up and gripping her ring and in his. “It just makes sense now, you must have been expecting with it being our five year anniversary that I was planning on popping the question then.”

“Yes, and then you didn’t and I felt rejected and my emotions kind of overtook me. I also thought you might be thinking about proposing over the Skype call and I didn’t want that either. I didn’t want you to ask me just to make me happy, and stop a fight.”

“I wasn’t going to ask you on the Skype call, I don’t know much about women but I know a video chat proposal would be inappropriate. I just wanted to tell you that I loved you and that I wanted to be with you.”

“I love you , too.”

“Amy is it okay if I stay the night here tonight? I locked my keys inside my apartment in my haste to get to you. “

“Of course, I will make up the couch for you.” Amy tells him and he looks into her eyes so intently it makes her feel weak in the knees.

“Actually, I thought we could try sharing the same bed tonight.”