OH MY FUCKING GOD

ONE HUNDRED CHAPTERS

WE HIT 100 CHAPTER

ONE

FUCKING

HUNDRED

CHAPTER

OF

THIS

SHIT

IM SORRY LMAO

I WANTED CHAPTER 100 TO BE A FLUFF CHAPTER

SO I GUESS IN SHOWING MERCY ON YOU GUYS RIGHT NOW

this is also for you poor unfortunate souls reading my High School AU, to make up for that hella angsty chapter

WE DO HAVE SOME GOOD NEWS IG

QUINN'S GETTING A NEW OUTFIT, NOTHING MUCH HE JUST HAS A SWEATER NOW INSTEAD OF A HOODIE

AND WHO CARES IF ITS A GIRLS SWEATER, QUINN WILL WEAR WHATEVER THE FUCK HE WANTS

But he still has his black skinny jeans, black high too converse, and eyeliner (he's still his lil emo self)

TRIGGER WARNING : talks about cutting/suicide

Deceit POV
"New outfit?"  I asked, looking up from feeding Kaa and Noodle.  Quinn slowly made his way out of the bathroom, now wearing a sweater. 

It was the next day, morning sunlight filtering in from the windows. It was a cloudy day, but nothing else.

I was just in a pair of black sweat pants,
no shirt. Not that Quinn was complaining about my lack of a shirt. I didn't like it since it shows off all the scars on my forearms, but Quinn didn't care that there were there.

I liked the sweater. It made him look adorable but in a sort of angsty way. He wasn't wearing any pants, just a pair of black boxers he stole from me.  Along with a pair of mismatched socks, one was grey with black polka dots and the other was white with little cartoonish grey cats on it.

"I wanted a change,"  He answered with a shrug.  "Trying to move on from that point in my life."

"That's good, I'm proud of you."  I told him.  He walked over and stood next to me.  I snaked one arm around his waist and pressed a kiss to his forehead.

"Love you," He mumbled, standing on his tip toes to press his face against my neck. One of his hands trailed up and down the scales that went down my left side.

"Love you too," I whispered, leaning into his touch. "How are you feeling?"

"My chest hurts still but at least I can walk now," Quinn answered.

"Just don't overexert yourself," I told him.

"Considering I can only stand up for like five minutes before the pain gets unbearable," Quinn laughed. "I don't think there's any way I could."

"Well then," I said with a smirk, sweeping him off his feet into my arms. "You better sit back down."

Quinn squeaked in surprise but otherwise didn't argue against being held.  I sat down on the bed, keeping him in my arms.

"Lazy day?"  I asked, pressing kisses on his neck. 

"Please, that sounds amazing,"  Answered Quinn with a small laugh.  I nodded and then continued to suck hickeys into his neck.

Quinn let out a small hum of pleasure when I found his sweet spot.  I ran my hands over his chest and hips, making sure not to get anywhere close to the wound.

I kept doing that until I was satisfied with the four, blatantly obvious, hickeys now on Quinn's neck. 

"What if someone sees those,"  He complained, brushing his fingers over it. 

"Good,"  I laughed.  "Cause all this is mine."  I teased, running my hands across his sensitive thighs.  He shuddered. 

"Dee..."  He whined.  "I don't wanna do anything.  My chest hurts to much."

"We won't do anything you don't want to do,"  i told him gently, pressing a kiss to his cheek.  "I'll stop now."

"Thanks,"  He mumbled, giving me a quick kiss. 

"Want me to go get you some painkillers?"  I asked.  "And maybe some breakfast."

"Yeah, that'd be great,"  He answered.  I gently moved him off my lap, laying him down in the bed. 

I pulled on a black and yellow Nirvana shirt quickly and headed out of the room.  I think this is the most undressed I've ever been around anyone other than Quinn.  I'm usually  wearing my regular outfit. 

I headed downstairs and into the kitchen.  And of course, Roman and Remus were there arguing. 

"Why can't you help me rescue Evan?!"  Remus yelled. 

"I already apologized for what I said, isn't that good enough?!"  Roman yelled back. 

"I lost my fucking boyfriend so you could get yours back,"  Remus said, glaring at Roman.  "Now you can help me get mine back."

"Can't it just wait?"  Roman asked.  "I want to spend time with Virgil."

"Evan can't wait!"  Remus screamed, looking reading to bash someone's head in.  "Corruption could be doing anything to him!"

"Than go save him!"

"I can't do it alone and you know that!"

"Deceit,"  Roman said, both of them turning to me.  "Who do you think is right here?"

"I'm not getting involved,"  I grumbled.  "It's too early for this shit."

"Why can't you be the brave prince you claim to be and help me save Evan?!"  Remus screamed. 

They continued to argue, but I ignored them.  As I said; it's too early for this shit. 

I walked around the kitchen, making a breakfast for Quinn and I.  I made buttered toast for myself and oatmeal for Quinn.  I brewed myself some coffee, and him some tea. 

Edging around the screaming fight between Roman and Remus, I made my way back to the stairs with the food. 

It's hard to ever believe those to were inseparable when they were younger.  They sure do hate each other these days.

I headed down the hallway to our bedroom, trying my best not to drop anything. I opened the door to a now sleeping Quinn.

He looked adorable, curled up and asleep. I sat the food down on the bed side table and room my shirt off again.

Quinn stirred and looked up at me through his eyelashes. I couldn't be more in love with him. He yawned and sat criss cross facing me.

"Falling asleep on me?" I said in a joking manor.

"I just closed my eyes for second," Quinn mumbled.

"And then you fell asleep," I finished for him. Quinn gave me a look that was a mix of amusement and done™.

"F you," He grumbled. "I'm tired."

"I'd gladly fuck you baby, but your a little fragile at the moment." I teased with a smirk. Quinn blushed a bright red.

"Shut up..." He mumbled, trying to hide his blushing cheeks behind his hands. The sweater sleeves were draped over his hands so that only his fingers were visible.

Adorable.

"Just gimmie my food and let me eat already," He said, obviously trying to change the subject. I sighed but handed him his bowl of oatmeal and cup of tea.

I sat down next to him on the bed and started munching on my toast. I reached over and grabbed the remote for the tv.

"What do you want to watch?" I asked, turning the tv on.

"Buzzfeed Unsolved?" Quinn suggested with a shrug.

"Oh fuck yes," I laughed, getting it started on the tv.

"I want some toast," Quinn said, stealing one of my slices of toast.

"Excuse you," I said in a sarcastic tone. "Why must you always steal my stuff?"

"I'm hungry. I want toast. You love me, so you're gonna share your food with me." Quinn said, taking a bite of the toast.

"I guess I do," I sighed, kissing him. I could taste tea on his lips.

"You taste like coffee," Quinn laughed. "Why do you like it black and unsweetened? It needs sugar and whipped cream or something."

"Coffee doesn't need all that stuff in it," I argued. "It's better than that pure sugar, dirty leaf water you're drinking."

Quinn burst into laughter at that. But he started wheezing, probably from the stress being out on his sternum from laughing.

"I told you not to overexert yourself," I chastised him, taking the mug out of his hand and pushing him down into the bed.

"You made me laugh," Quinn accused me with a smirk. "Can we cuddle?"

"Of course," I told him, moving all he food onto the bedside table.

I laid on my back, letting Quinn snuggle up against my chest. I put an arm around him, pressing a kiss to the top of his head.

"Love you," Quinn mumbled.

"Love you too," I responded. With that, we fell into a comfortable silence while watching Buzzfeed Unsolved.

I hope things stay happy like this.