take me to church

Skye looked up at him in curiosity, pressing a soft kiss to his jaw. “Like what?” she questions, hands slipping beneath his shirt.

Willow on the other hand, seemed to perk up at the idea of another tattoo. With her line of work, she had to be careful with what she put on her body, which was never fun for her considering her distinct love for tattoos, so whenever she had the chance to get a meaningful tattoo, she took it. “And when?”

Dustin shrugs. “I’m not the artist here, I just had the idea.” He looks down at Skye, kissing her again. “You can pick something. Or design it, if you want. But we got the first tattoos when we just started out, and barely knew anything about each other. Preston and I wouldn’t even touch each other back then.”

Preston hums, considering Dustin’s words. “You’re not wrong. We’ve certainly grown since then, in every way. I think tattoos would be a great idea.”

“And we can do it whenever. I just... fuck, I don’t know. You mentioned feelings, now i’m sentimental and shit.”

Her lips are on his in moments, her heart fluttering at his words. He’s right – it’s just who they are. They came into this world fucked up, but somehow, they made it out okay. They found the right people, people who love and accept them, and it’s turned into one of the most amazing things she has ever experienced.

She doesn’t plan on breaking away any time soon, but when she hears the pitter patter of paws against the hard wood floor, she breaks away with a grin and bends down to lift up Toulouse, giggling when he begins licking Dustin’s face. “We got you right, too,” she murmurs to the puppy.

Willow grins at that, looking at their wall and the photos of their many pets that it displayed —- Skye had gone through the house and completely redecorated it, giving it a much more lived in, comfortable feel while also giving it an aesthetically pleasing aspect, most rooms similar to ones you could find on Pinterest. Willow personally loved it, as she could see Skye’s artistic talent at every turn. “We got all of them right,” she countered while nodding towards the photos.

“Maybe we’ve gotten a lot of things right,” Preston says quietly, watching his lovers with a serene smile on his face. “Perhaps it all started upon meeting each other that we finally started getting things right.”

His words make Dustin think of incomplete hearts and soulmates. He never believed in that kind of thing, and still doesn’t know if he does. But when he thinks of them, when he looks at this home they’ve created, he thinks that maybe Preston is right. Maybe they’d only been surviving before they came into each others’ lives, and that’s when they started living. They were doing everything wrong in the beginning, and somehow ended up right.

“I want another tattoo,” he says suddenly. “Something that means more than the first ones did.”

Once upon a time, Willow would have been shocked by the hunger that shy, perfect Preston showed in the kiss, but now she knew better. Now she knew to fight back with all she had. All of the hunger and love and passion she could muster was thrown into the kiss, fingers in his hair. “Of course we know that,” she tells her girlfriend once she breaks away from Preston. “We would have to be blind not to know how lucky we are to have someone as amazing as you love us as much as you do.”

Skye can’t really help but smile at that, and she just knows that her cheeks are a bright red as she presses her face against the crook of Dustin’s neck, content with being wrapped up in his arms. The feeling of his fingers on her skin still sends chills up her spine, and she moved to kiss him once again. “You guys are some of the only things I’ve ever gotten right.”

Dustin snorts in amusement. “We’re Puckermans,” he reminds her, grinning at his other two lovers. “This is the only thing we’ve ever gotten right.” As self-deprecating and self-loathing as he can be, this is the only thing Dustin never doubts.

This: the feeling of Skye in his arms, the warmth in Preston’s smile, the look in Willow’s eyes.

This: the beating of his heart in tune with hers, the ease in which he can look them in the eyes and tell them everything he’s ever been afraid of saying out loud.

This: the feeling of broken pieces being put back together, scars healing, and the confidence that this feeling will never go away.

This is all he’s sure of. They’re the only thing he’s ever done right.

She let out a soft hum, fingers running up and down Dustin’s chest. “I just want you to know,” she tells Preston, one hand reaching out to him.

Willow, who had just walked into the house after returning from a photo shoot, quickly removed her jacket, heels, and threw down her keys, making her way to her lovers. She didn’t hesitate in pressing herself against Skye’s back, dropping a soft kiss to her neck before kissing Dustin, and then making her way over to Preston. “Know what?” she questioned, arms snaking around Preston’s neck.

Preston smiled at Willow’s arrival, his arms wrapping around her waist. “That she loves us,” he told her, pressing his lips against hers. He kissed her hungrily, passionately, putting as much love as he could into the gesture as he could. “Skye wants us to know that she loves us.”

“And we’re telling her that we love her, too,” Dustin added, his fingers rubbing soft circles into the skin of her waist. “A lot more than we ever say.”

( she looks up at him for a moment, silent, before she wraps her arms around his neck and pulls him into a deep kiss. ) I mean it, Dustin, I really love you.

As Dustin kissed her back, Preston’s brows furrowed. “Is something the matter, love?”

Dustin threw his boyfriend a look, then glanced back to the girl in his arms. “We really love you, too. And I mean that. We all do.”

———- You guys know I love you, right? More than anything in this world. I love you all so much.

#sCREAMS OUT OF MY OWN ASS #gOod SHIT THAT'S SOME GOOD SHIT #( * &&. — save #team underworld tbh

Of course we know that. You three are ridiculously sappy, and say it all the time.

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Don’t Mess With Team Underworld

Part 2 of Ricki’s birthday present! I hope you like it!

Kylie had learned that life in the Underworld was very different than her life in New Americana. For six months, she was destined to be subject to Hades’s wrath and demands. But it seemed that he was more afraid of her than she of he.

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@a_aron how much do you want to bet these two are drift compatible

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@adotburn @mc_tali @amypuckerup @samiactually @harrydrewhudson @alexpuckermonroe My problem is that his mom hates literally everyone. #loveyourself2k15

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@adotburn @mc_tali @samiactually @alexpuckermonroe @amypuckerup @harrydrewhudson As much as I hate to hear Harry's voice, I kind of need to hear this song #loveyourself2k15

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@mc_tali Some might consider that lucky.

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