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mattsdae · 10 months

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help wanted

tags: joe young x masc reader , curruption , phone sex , mutual masturbation ig , reader is a perv , probably ooc , but also probably not bc i studied up on everyone elses fics , humiliation , lots of degradation BUT it’s just guys being guys lol , some praise , brief mention of pillow humping , homophobic language , so many ellipsis i think my period button is broken , he also stutters a lot which is usually cringe when overdone but he’s also a pathetic mess who can’t finish his sentences

synopsis: joe often finds himself confused on set and asks you for help. in a time of need, you’re the only person he can think of to call.

word count: ~2k

a/n: part 2 and 3 are out now! check it out pt. 2 here! pt. 3 here!

just a quick warning: i am very underqualified for this fic (considering i never watched orgazmo) BUT i do have an intense corruption kink that makes me want to ruin joe young. also, reader has a dick. there isn’t nearly enough gay shit in this fandom, so i’m taking it upon myself. it’s also can’t imagine any trey parker character being straight.

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“you got morning wood and thought to call me?” it was 6 in the morning, a time you haven’t woken up at since elementary school. you didn’t answer at first, but decided to after he left a voicemail consisting of ‘i need your help’ and ‘call back please’. now, you were pissed off because instead of being injured or in need of actually important advice, he needed someone to ask about boners.

“i don’t know what to do..” joe mumbled, his voice dripping with shame. you shrugged, leaning up in your bed as he waited for an answer.

“just jack off or something; you’ll be fine.” you weren’t sure why he called you of all people. you weren’t exactly close with him. he would come up to you and ask questions about the script, usually too nervous to ask female co-stars, but the conversation never lasted more than a few seconds. they always went the same.

what does head mean?

a blowjob.

what’s that?

when a girl sucks your dick.

oh lord-

followed by him walking away briskly. once he asked what squirting was, but you never answered because you were too busy laughing. he always had this shaky, scared tone when he asked, which only made his cluelessness funnier. for a while, you thought it was a bit. from his incompetence during sex to his talks about ‘our lord and savior’, it was all too perfect.

“is that..” he trailed off. that was one of the first terms he asked you, which started your facination. it’s not like you were into him, you weren’t a fag, but it was a little cute. the questions annoyed the hell out of you, but you loved the look on his face when he would connect the dots and realize what he accidentally said. the innocent, almost shameful look on his face quickly melting to shock and pure embarassment hearing such dirty words leave your mouth (and so casually).

“guess.” after he asked enough questions to annoy you, you started asking him to guess what it meant, which completely changed the game. it was amazing. he’d blush, stuttering over his words as he tried to explain what he thought it might mean without saying anything too sinful. it wasn’t annoying to you anymore. you almost looked forward to when he’d ask his stupid little questions.

“oh, um.. is it when you.. touch yourself?” he whispered the last part.

“precisely,” you chuckle over the line. he cleared his throat, some static covering it as he adjusted himself as well. you leaned back fully, head resting on your pillow as you waited for him to end the call and run off.

“h-how..?” he stuttered. for a moment, you felt a little confused. you never met someone who didn’t jack off every so often. after the initial confusion wore off, you started to wish you could see him.

“you’ve never masturbated?” a grin spread on your face as he let out a shaky breath. he didn’t respond, most likely shaking his head in refusal. “what? you want me to talk you through it?”

it wasn’t a serious offer, just a little more teasing, but you heard something over the phone that resembled a moan. he was ashamed, sure, but he couldn’t deny himself forever. that was only confirmed as you heard a ‘mhm’ sound, barely loud enough to hear.

“what was that?” it was a little mean, making him repeat himself even though he was so clearly humiliated by this whole interaction, but you couldn’t help yourself. “gotta say it a little louder, i can’t hear you.”

“please.” maybe you were a fag because the pathetic whimper he let out turned you on. a lot. he still said it just above a whisper, but it worked.

“you really want this? i’m sure you could figure it out, you’re a big boy.” another jab at him, which only made him huff. you desperately wanted to see him, but it would probably kill you. the idea of his red cheeks, trembling fingers, not to mention his hard cock.

“i need..” a desperate whine and some more shuffling sounded off, which only made you more excited. “please?”

“tell me what you’re doing. i hear a lot of movement over there.” your hand made their way to your crotch, rubbing over your sweatpants without second thought. “you humping your pillow or something?”

another whimper. you chuckled, crackling over the line.

“you would be the type. think about what those girls do during our shoots. the way they touch you..” he huffed again, more shuffling. “go ahead and get comfortable.”

“o-okay.” the phone made a knocking noise as he put it down, making quick work of removing his pants. “what next?”

“good job,” you laughed. “how about this. i’ll tell you what i’m doing and you mimick me.”

“like simon says?”

“exactly.” you sighed, gripping yourself a little harder. “go ahead and feel yourself. don’t go under your boxers, just touch yourself over it.”

“okay,” he mumbled. you bit your lip as a moan played over the phone.

“move your hand up and down, squeeze a little bit too. do it nice and slow for me, alright?” his moans became muffled, his hand physically holding them back. even with the barrier, you could clearly hear his whimpers as he touched himself through the material. “you sure you’ve never done this before? it sounds like you know yourself really well.”

“n-no, never.” the words barely made past his lips as he let out another moan.

“tell me how it feels. make sure it’s detailed,” you asked. another small whimper.

“c-can’t..”

“come on, you can do it,” a grin on your face spread as you said it. you couldn’t get enough of him. “just tell me if it feels good.”

“it feels really good.” he sighed, making you grip yourself harder. each noise he made went straight to your groin. “i-i feel like this is a sin…”

you nearly moaned out loud at the statement. his voice was still shaky and nervous, but you didn’t think he’d ever be able to be normal during sex. he’d always be a trembling, embarassed mess in front of whoever decided to sleep with him.

“it’s not a sin, man. i’m just helping you out, ya know?” you’re voice was breathy, rubbing your thumb over your clothed tip. another whimper from over the phone.

“are you sure?”

“i’ve never been more sure of anything.” maybe it was wrong to lie, especially since he was clearly devoted to his religion, but once again, you couldn’t help yourself. his little huffs and whines did more for you than any girl ever has. “you like it, right? how could it be a sin if you enjoy it so much?”

“o-oh, okay,” he responded. you bit your lip, stifling a whimper as you let yourself go. his blindly trusting behavior nearly sent you over the edge.

“go ahead and take your boxers off for me,” you pulled your cock out at the same time he did, hearing a small gasp on the other side of the phone. you chuckled. “you gotta wait until i tell you, baby.”

“sorry.” the pet name seemingly went over his head as he apologized, whimpering from the loss of contact. you chuckle.

“good boy,” you drawled. “should i make you wait a little longer for not listening?”

“no, no, no! please,” he begged. you let out a deep laugh, one that came from your chest. it was almost endearing how horny he was. you knew he never had sex and now you knew he also never touched himself, so finally having a hand around his dick must feel amazing. you still enjoyed teasing him for it.

“fuck, you really want this, huh?” he hummed in agreement. “go ahead, man. you earned it.”

you take hold of your cock as he does. he let’s out a string of moans and sobs as he thrusts into his own hand. you touched yourself with long, languid tugs. you almost basked in noises coming from his mouth. filthy cries escaping as he committed sin after sin, squirming in the pleasure. it was a pathetic display that you couldn’t get enough of. his noises got louder and shorter, a staccato to each whimper exposing how close he was.

“slow down a little, i wanna cum at the same time. you think you can hold off for a little longer, baby?” he was so far gone, he couldn’t even comprehend your digs. any other time, he’d be beet red and trying to escape, but now he soaked in every little comment. he nods nonetheless, whining as he slowed nearly to a stop.

“where are you going?” he asked. his voice dripped with pure sex, but his question was so innocent. at first, you didn’t get it. just before you asked what he meant, it clicked. he didn’t know what cum meant. he thought you meant you were going somewhere. you laughed, covering your mouth to muffle it, but he could still hear it. “why are you laughing?”

“that’s that what i meant, sweetheart!” an exaggerated sweet comment that only made him more confused. you wished you could see his sweet little face, trying to read what you meant by your words but failing miserably. “do you remember what orgasm means?”

the strangled whimper confirmed everything you needed to know. first of all, he did understand what orgasm meant, but he also made it known that he liked you talking this way, just as much as you did. a subtle ‘yes’ came in, quiet enough that you almost had to genuinely ask him to speak up.

“i’m guessing you don’t know what it feels like though, right?” you smirked, knowing the answer was no.

“well..” you stopping moving your hand, pausing in confusion. “i had a dream once..”

“you had a wet dream?!” you grinned. he hummed, agreeing but still shy about saying it. “you’re fucking amazing, dude. wow!”

“i dunno what that means.” he must’ve stopped touching himself as well, considering how even his tone was now (at least as even as he could possibly get it).

“so you came in your pants? from a dream?” he didn’t reply, which only confirmed your suspicion. “what was it about?”

“w-what?” you grabbed yourself again.

“tell me about your dream. you remember it right?” you slid your thumb over your tip, collecting some of your precum for lube. after a while without a response, only whimpers playing over the line. “come on, at least tell me who it was about.”

“umm..” he still didn’t give a proper answer.

“was it a girl you filmed with?”

“no.”

“your ex?”

“n-no..”

“dave?!”

“no no!” you thought for a while, trying to figure out who else it could have been.

“don’t tell me it was maxxx-“

“it was you!” he blurts it out. the line crackled as the words lingered in the air. you were shellshocked by the confession. “i-i thought about you showing me what all those weird words meant. like, doing it to me..”

your jaw dropped, staring at the ceiling as you listened to his little fantasy, a fantasy you also dreamed about every so often. the silence was long enough for him to say your name, trying to catch your attention.

“what was i doing?” you finally asked. he whimpered.

“don’t make me say it…”

“i’m just curious! do you think you can touch yourself while telling me?” it was perverted and down right gross what you were making him do, but you couldn’t stop yourself. with quick tugs, you listen to his story. he moaned as he grabbed himself again.

“ah.. i went up to you and- and asked what something meant.. i-it was all gibberish and-“ you accidentally cut him off with a moan, now thrusting into your hand. “you.. you showed me. you touched me and kissed me. it felt really good..”

“you’re so dirty, joe.” you pant. he whimpers and starts going faster, just like you are, which only made his story more interesting to listen to. “keep going, i’m close.”

“you got on your knees-“ a pulse of heat ran down your body, another moan coming from your chest. “and you.. kissed it..”

“you dreamt about me giving you head?” you laughed, an airy laugh that were laced with moans. he whimpers again.

“you- you made me beg..” the noises that came from you were pornographic. your cock coating in precum as he told you about his perverted little dream.

“tell me how you begged.” you huffed. he sobs, obviously close to orgasm himself. nonetheless, he obliges.

“i said.. i said please a lot. you were rubbing my thigh and i thought i was gonna cry.”

just like that, you came. a girly moan escaped your lips as ropes of cum covered your chest and stomach. your hips jumped, thrusting into your fist and fucking your own hand. by the time you calmed down, he also came, letting out slobbery ‘thank you’s as he came on himself as well.

“good boy, such a good boy. you feel better now?”

“yes! yes!” he sobbed, still getting over his orgasm. he panted, pathetic little cries threatening to make you hard again. you smiled.

“you did so good for me, huh? my filthy boy..” you trailed off as his noises subsided. it was quiet for a while, the only sound coming from his side of the call being little gasps and pants.

“was that.. gay?” joe whispered. it was. it was really fucking gay. it was probably the most gay thing you’ve ever done, but you decided to spare his feelings.

“nah, man. just friends helping out friends.”

#ahhhh #i’m honestly thinking ab making this a series bc i love him sm #joe young x reader #trey parker x reader

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summercourtship · 3 months

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Kyra, I stayed up all night reading your new chapter, i am not even joking when i say that when i saw that it ended i LITERALLY GASPED OUT LOUD!!! The smut was TOP TIER! omg so hot! so many stuff happening!!! Edward smoking was so sexy! also him being like: “You were led astray, I see.” GOT ME BLUSHING FOR NO REASON????!!! Jonathan being a sneaky little bastard as always! it was so funny seeing him try to comfort the reader but also having no clue in what he was doing, like sir you are a psychiatrist! I imagine him reading a book like: “ how to comfort women for dummies”, another thing was him letting his facade slip for a second when he said: “You’re still my assistant, aren’t you? Or are you too busy for that?” I GUESS SOMEONE IS FEELING A BIT NEGLECTED HUH?! AND TO TOP IT ALL BRUCE WAYNE KNOWS SOMETHING IS HAPPENING!!!! THE JIG IS UP PEOPLE!!!!

But being real rn, you have no reason for being nervous, this chapter was AMAZING! Also if you don’t mind me asking, I would love to know what was your inspiration for starting this fic! I saw you were thinking of doing a BTS video i I love that!!!

THANK YOU! There is so much stuff happening and it'll probably stay like that until the end because there's only four chapters left and a lot of stuff to get through!!

Edward smoking: yes. I particularly enjoyed writing the detail of him offering the reader a drag and being disappointed when she refused because he's definitely the type to romanticize his lips touching the same things hers do (little does he know at that moment that she was planning on Fucking Him in like fifteen minutes.) And with him saying "you were led astray", I love him idolizing her so much because he's gonna get so hurt when he finds out she is just a normal person (who is in way over her head)

Jonathan: I think he knows how to comfort someone, but he doesn't want to actually comfort the reader. Because, again, he's feeling neglected and he's trying ten thousand different methods of coping and none of them are working. But it will come to a head, and soon.

Since she confronted the Batman on the roof, Bruce has been aware that the reader isn't telling him everything. Like, she isn't good at lying. But the burner phone going off and her lying about it is definitely ringing more bells in his head and he is realizing he needs to keep a closer eye on her. Wonder how he's gonna do that. :)

Thank you again for your kind words- I'm always scared whenever I update that this will be the chapter you all decide it's actually horrible and I wasted your time lol.

I don't remember exactly what my inspiration for this fic was, although I remember bits and pieces. It was originally just going to be a Bruce Wayne fic and I started writing it after I saw the Batman in March 2022. The first scene in the fic is the only thing I salvaged from that first version of the fic.

And then, months later, I decided to write a fic with Jonathan as a love interest along with Bruce bc I really like love triangles in reader insert fics lol, especially between heroes and villains. It's about the DYNAMICS.

Normally when I come up with my longer fics, it's because I write the fic I want to read- I couldn't find many Jonathan Crane multi-chapter fics and I wanted to fix that.

Edward was always going to be in the fic, but he only became a love interest later when I decided that I can be as self-indulgent in my fic as I want to be lol. He was always gonna be interested in the reader tho, the reader just didn't always reciprocate.

And as a fun little fact: the title for the fic was originally going to be "Stay and Burn" which is taken from the song Deus in Absentia by Ghost (my love). Then I decided to expand on it and make it my own. I like the dichotomy between fire and water, the implication that you made one reckless decision only to be blindsided by a different danger... idk.

Finally, YES when I'm done with this I do want to make a sort of BTS video where I just ramble about writing it. I've been wanting to make videos anyway for my art/shop, so why not add my writing as a topic as well?

#ask #anon #stbotdi

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hey-its-cweepy · 1 year

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Random oc things no one asked for:

•Cweepy's ink being colorful is a rare genetic mutation, its supposed to be black lol- Cweepy's also a part of the small wrist gang and her hands easily slip out of things

•Cho-Hee still sometimes has nightmares about the dog attack and will be noticeably nervous around dog/wolf-like characters (YES IK WOLVES AND DOGS ARE DIFFERENT but they're similar in some aspects). I also originally wrote him to be more violent and vengeful, but I decided I didnt like that version too well and just made him more soft and squish

•Dallas would rather die than share his more personal interests, which include dressing in women's clothes. In fact, if you look close enough, you'll see him scratch at his uniform and seem to be almost in discomfort

•Salvatore has issues with leaving Vin by himself due to ✨abuse✨

•Vinny is also scared of the dark due to said ✨abuse✨ they both had a shitty home life tbh-

•Momo subconsciously hums to herself while doing things, he also sleeps with a whale shark plushie in their room (they're her favorite animal!)

•Dell has the ability to "possess" android/robot students if they're strong enough, but they don't know that yet (and even if they did, they IN CANON wouldn't). Dell also has notes made of every student they've ever interacted with, every word they've ever said to them and every interest they have

•Faust's dragon form is actually more similar to a wyvern, but I just say dragon bcs its easier lol- He also has a big sweet tooth

•Hextian showers every day so the strong stench doesnt bother other students, if he skipped a day, everyone would definitely notice. You'll sometimes hear him talk about how "The filth follows him" and how he cant help it/its not his fault, but he'll never really provide context for it

•Despite Benibara's grudge with beast-people, complete animals are fine, in fact, she prefers them.

•Kenzo is a fake name, no one knows his real one. He also made his mechanical parts himself!

•Venus used to be chubby as a kid, she's also far sighted

•As much as Marinus would fist-fight his mom, he wouldn't do it to his dad bcs he knows he's gonna be turned past-tense if he did. Marinus is capable of holding a human shape by himself, but prefers potions since they can make it last longer

•Kumo can also purr, meow, trill and chirp (Amos and Kendall can too). Kumo has canonically fought against Marinus, stood a fighting chance, but the fight was stopped by staff

•Some of Aotome's features include things like being able to use her eyes as projectors, turning her arms into weapons, a removable face and head (do you really want to know whats under there?), among other things. Despite her cold nature, she also has a soft spot for children and animals and wouldnt ever lift a hand at them

•Banji will absolutely bite you if you touch his tail.

•Kamïk's girlfriend goes to RSA (Her name is Yoliztli)! They occasionally sneak to each other's schools to visit each other!

•Clover holding her tail when she's scared/sad has been with her ever since childhood, she still does it to this day! Clover also likes people brushing her tail and scratching her ears but would only ever trust Avery and Jolie with it

•Avery doesnt like reading because she prefers to write her own books. Sometimes she might write a character based on students she enjoys

•Jolie sometimes bullies/teases Clover for not being able to handle horror media despite having canonically beat people's asses before. Jolie being an ass is 50/50 depending on if Avery or Clover is present

•Roan doesnt currently remember how they got to twist, but anytime they try to their head and hands start to hurt. Roan also hates his birthday since he got the "This is for Christmas AND your birthday! :D" treatment

•The Accident™️ that traumatized Pepper was genuinely not their fault, but they refuse to believe it. They spend a good chunk of the time in their dorm room unless its absolutely essential to go in-person

•Wolfo taught himself how to cook since he was young bcs no one else would. He prefers people dont do things for him because he feels like he has to return the favor

•Creek's first doll came from Wolfo! He got it for her on one of her earliest birthdays! She's also on the very skinny side but usually wears long sleeves to cover it up (she's lowkey a big fan of wearing frilly stuff though!)

•Coffee, tea or warm drinks in general make Poppet sleepy- Poppet's also a late bloomer! Thats why their horns are very tiny compared to their siblings (Wolfo and Creek)

•Amos' parents are the type to lie to him for his money (they left when he was around 7-8 years old). He looks NOTHING like his parents so his mom would regularly dye his hair to convince his dad to stay, HOWEVER, his hair had a negative reaction to it (His hair is much better now though!).

•Despite Enid looking intimidating so some, she also has a soft spot for kids, animals and shy students, she's basically like a mom friend and always comes prepared with snacks and other things in her bag. She'd also 100% fall for a squeaky toy/ball/frisbee (the Festus twins would too)

•Lorien will sometimes make their own clothes if they see clothes they'd like but are WAY too big to fit them. He's also extremely terrified of cats (including cat people/cat-beast people)

•Jessica has body issues which is why she pays attention to other people's physical appearance the most. She's also the type that considers "traditionally feminine things" (dresses, makeup, jewelery, etc) to be something thats weak

•It is very difficult to make Oceana mad, purely because she can't hold a grudge for more than a day (forgets all about what happened by tomorrow, unless its something more serious). She's also accidently broken countless things due to her giant size, so preferebly DONT trust her with sentimental items that are fragile

•Yoliztli and Kamïk are freaking giants together- but she's still just a smidge shorter than him. Out of both of them, SHE mostly buys things for them

•Jaiden was once shamed of his fear of the dark by someone so bad he just burst into tears at that very minute. He's also allergic to polyester and wears cotton clothes

•Mindel doesnt trust anyone else to make his coffee since he likes it in a very specific way, he doesn't even trust Jaiden with it. He also has asthma

•Frey mostly prefers to plant plants that produce fruits/vegetables over flowers (they still enjoy them though!) Frey also has 23 plants total, all with their own names!

•Sylvester's more chill about his snek form and doesn't really care what others think. He takes a lot of inspo from his older cousin! His cousins designs are upcoming, but they're based on Arbok and Ekans! (Although it'd take a lot of convincing for Arbok OC cousin to join HSA since he's a dropout looking after his MUCH younger brother (Ekans OC))

•Mao is sometimes so quiet they unintentionally sneak up on other students. Mao would be terrified of Santa if its not properly explained-

•Cherokee does have more destructive magic within them, but prefers to not use it since he hates hurting people, also cause he just likes magicians lol

•Shiloh's parents are divorced, he lives with his dad and his girlfriend (dad's girlfriend doesnt like him though and considers him "weird" and even threatened to get rid of some of his stuff). Both of them get very annoyed/mad when Shiloh happens to bring animal friends to their house.

•Midge got shamed out of his monster form since he was bullied in school for it and even his parents think its hideous (neither parents are monsters... I think that says enough-)

•Kendall absolutely loves attention and praise! Also, just cause they prefer to work on cute projects, doesnt mean he cant do others too! Its just preference-

•"Speckles" loves to knot things for people she enjoys! Her ears and tail are also very sensitive, she prefers you not touch them (unless she really trusts you!)

#the chaos gang's all here!#twisted wonderland #twist #twist oc #twisted wonderland oc #twst oc #twisted oc #twst

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thrndlngs · 3 years

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accidentally deleted this so, anon this one’s 4 u !!

holding hands with mha boys includes,

ft. deku, bakugou, iida, kaminari, kirishima and todoroki!

IZUKU MIDORIYA,

doesn’t like holding hands at first bc of the scars that decorate them. he thinks ur gonna like ??? have a reaction to the texture of the scars so he just opts out completely.

so for awhile it’s just holding pinkies for you to hold until one day the two of you are in the mall and you have no choice but to grab his hand so you don’t lose him.

he freaks out for a minute but the second your fingers trace the scar that is sprawled across his palm, he knows that you don’t see him differently.

so after that little incident - the two of you settle for interlocked fingers from then. sometimes when the two of you are alone, you’ll trace his scars and even pepper little kisses on them to remind that he’s still beautiful.

and it’s shit like that that keeps him going.

so he’s for sure a waffles kinda holder, likes to trace his fingers against ur knuckles.

sometimes u have to pull on his hands to get his attention when he’s going on those rambles when math formulas start form so he doesn’t overload both you and himself.

bonus: the first time he says i love u, he traces it on the inside of ur hand. <3

KATSUKI BAKUGOU,

hates the idea of holding hands at first.

walks close to you with his hands in his pockets while you just kind of fiddle with your fingers.

he thinks it’s normal until kirishima pointed it out the time the three of you went down to the beach. and that’s when everything takes a turn.

at first - when the two of you are like sunbathing or smthn he’ll just randomly grab it but like… firmly and not let go. his hands are sweaty and he’s cursing to himself how this is stupid and you’re like trying to not laugh in his face.

he’s just awkward with it for a while until one day you decide to take action and stop the walk home from patrol with the infamous question, “pancake or waffle?”

and our fiery pomeranian goes, “what the fuck are you talking about now?”

and ur like “here let me show you.” so you interlace your fingers with his and go, “waffles,” and then with your other hand you show him pancakes and man.

this boy is red and immediately starts grumbling like an old man but settles with pancakes.

so he’s a pancakes kind of guy just because he’s able to get a firm grip on your hand.

TENYA IIDA,

is a gentleman. ok downright GENTLEMAN.

will always ask if it’s okay to hold ur hand.

will also hold your hand in crowded places without second thought so the two of you don’t get separated but apologizes for three hours after.

bakugou’s hands are hot because you know … quirk reasons but iida’s are just sweaty because you make him nervous. but a good nervous. he just doesn’t want to overstep because he wants to take things at your pace. some people are comfortable with PDA and touchy affection and some are not, if you’re cool with it, cool and if you’re not, that’s cool too!!!

but i do think that once things start working out the two of you are like the pancake holding couple just bc like bakugou, he wants a firm grip in case smthn happens and he likes to think it makes you feel ‘secure’.

DENKI KAMINARI,

okay so from the jump i think the two are you are VERY comfortable with each other. either you’re a carbon copy of his personality or the exact opposite, either way you guys fit each other.

when the two of you are holding hands, he likes to drum his fingers against your knuckles to the beat of whatever tune he’s got stuck in his head.

actually i’d like to think that kaminari is actually very active in the sense that he’s got all these thoughts, jokes or just things he either wants to express or say so whenever he finds you and tries to get your attention by grabbing your hands, he tends to shock you a bit. you know, like when you touch metal at a store? like that.

sometimes he likes to be an ass and give you a little shock when you’re daydreamin’ on one of your night strolls.

definitely the type of couple to listen to music and dance around to the music the two of you are listening to.

i don’t think there’s anything special about the way you two hold hands - if you look past the little shocks he gives off, i think you two just kinda go with the flow.

like one day it’s a pancake hold, one day it’s an elbow and the other is just finger interlocking.

but he DEFINITELY loves holding ur hand.

EIJIRO KIRISHIMA

much like iida, he’s a bit of a gentleman. will definitely ask the first time if you’re cool with holding hands and then after that, it kind of takes off.

i think that, he’s a bit more forward in PDA so he’ll usually be the one to initiate the hand holding just because he gives me that vibe but not in the bad way u feel?

but if ur not cool with it, that’s fine, he’s cool with walking shoulder to shoulder with you.

i don’t think that there’s ever been a situation where he’s used his quirk on accident while the two of you were holding hands and he REFUSES to acknowledge the idea of using it. despite your curiosity.

though he’ll keep a couple of bandaids in his pocket just in case one day he does and the thought of it makes him sick so when those thoughts are heavy (usually on the days after patrol or after he’s heard some people talking shit) he’ll switch to walking with hands stuffed in his pockets.

and you’re all like “???” and he’s like, “are you scared that i’ll accidently active my quirk while we’re holding hands?”

and i think it’s that moment there that’ll be the turning point for y’all cause now YOU are going to try initiate the hand holding so you can show him that you’re not bothered by it.

y’all are definitely the couple to hold hands and then you kinda like wrap the other one around his arm and lean in, ugh so fucking CUTE.

will always opt out of holding your hand and instead wrapping an arm around you when it’s cold or crowded.

TODOROKI SHOTO,

chile… if you don’t initiate the handholding, have fun sticking your hands in your pockets. LMFAOJHFK

no seriously i don’t think he’s like clueless but.. he won’t really pick up on the cues u know. i’m not saying you have to walk him through it but it’s gonna take him a little while.

and even if you tell him like, “hey shoto you can like grab my hand whenever you want i don’t care.” he’s still gonna be hesitant and just.. stare at your hand.

majority of the time i think he’ll grab your hand out of instinct ie: during fights he’ll pull you behind him or if you guys need to like take off for whatever reason

and you bring it up because ??? why the fuck can he hold your hand for that but can’t hold your hand for like mundane shit u know??

once all the shit blows over, i think he catches on quickly. depending on the weather or where you’re walking he’ll alternate sides and grips.

ice side, is usually a pancake hold. i think that it being the side he’s more experienced in he’s more comfortable with you on that side. but of course, on the night that it’s really cold, you go to the other side and he’s gonna have a looser grip because u know

he’s really good at picking up on your moods so depending on it he’ll offer a quick little hand holding session, bringing your knuckles to his lips and offering endless rubbing against said knuckles in order to ease your mind

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yandere-sins · 3 years

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Hey there^^ Haven't done a request for quite a while but I'm pretty stuck myself and I could really use something to lift my mood, too, and your writing always does that :) So, I thought of Satan or Lucifer with prompt 3 and 34, maybe? If it's not too much it'd be nice if the reader could be rather anxious (my anxiety is really acting up these days .-.) but that's not that important

Have a nice day and stay healthy ^^

Blue

Hi Blue! Thank you for requesting ^-^ I decided to do some Satan bc I have another Lucifer request and this way we can have some variety :D Please enjoy! ^-^

Pills - “Be a good girl and sit still. You don’t want me to be unhappy right?”

Stickers - “One more time. I’m giving you one more chance to stop fucking resisting.

»»———————— ♡ ————————««

“Be a good girl and sit still. You don’t want me to be unhappy, right?”

His demand sounded reasonable, and his voice was calm. Still, the hand clutching your thigh was too rough with your skin, the fingers digging into it painfully. Immediately, you stopped bopping your foot, a nervous habit you hadn’t even noticed you started.

How long had you been sitting in his lap for now? An hour? Two? It felt like the whole morning and was probably more like the entire day, but through the partially hidden window in Satan’s room, you couldn’t make out the time of day, even if the Devildom had varying daytime-lightning outside. But this way, you could only count the pages Satan had already read as any indications of time, even though it wasn’t a reliable source.

Clenching your fists on top of your legs, you wondered what else there was you could do. Perhaps it was one thing to read the day away, but it was an entirely different one when you were just the lapdog to someone doing it. Even if you showed interest in books, Satan preferred to keep you close to him, and unfortunately, his favorite reading chair didn’t allow two people to read comfortably. That, and the constant fear you might actually find something useful to slip out of his grip, made him decide that you could read only with him or not at all.

It was just a problem that the language of the book he was reading wasn’t one you could understand.

All you were reduced to was a stiff, anxious, warm body sitting on top of him, hoping that soon Satan would decide to do anything else. You couldn’t live with his suggestions of taking baths together or being left alone for hours to no end while he took care of daily business, but this was the third day in a row where things were simply... too calm.

You had been quick to cease bringing up arguments. Satan had scared you once when he grew angry before your life took this turn by his side. Still, it was nothing compared to the violent and oppressive force he used on you now when you acted ‘unsuitable’, as he called it. Part of you wanted nothing more than to scratch his face, bite and kick, but when you brought up the courage to stand up for yourself and your rights, his exuding magic alone made you crumble to your knees in primal, inferior fear, knowing all the bad things he would do to you if you pushed it any more than you already had.

Wherever he took the patience from, it was wearing thin regardless of its masses.

That, and that alone, was the reason you even listened to what he said.

Looking down at yourself, you might not have been able to see any bruises left on you, but you felt them in every flinching of your muscles. The soreness, the pain - they never disappeared, and Satan wasn’t going to help you forget by applying magic to heal them.

Instead, he caressed your thigh with his hand, fingers circling over your skin menacingly. Perhaps from an outside view, it looked almost sweet, but you felt nothing short of a warning from his touch. Every touch was calculated. A game. Maybe he truly wanted to help you calm, but you wouldn’t have put it past Satan to actually try and provoke you to do something stupid. It was his way of forgiving the bad things he did to you, much like an eye for an eye. He disapproved of many things, but he couldn’t quite justify his actions if you didn’t act up. Satan swore up and down that he preferred cats over dogs, but god beware you’d behave like one. Unknown sadistic tendencies seemed to ride him when it came to you, and from what you understood, you were his place of comfort and peace when you were in his arms and his punchbag if you made his days worse than they needed to be.

But arguably, you were just his; all he needed, either way.

Worse thoughts crossed your mind than this. Ideas of how similar he was to Lucifer when it came to oppressing, but you would have taken the eldest brother’s help without even a moment of hesitation. At the same time, you wanted nothing more than to get away from Satan.

Encountering a sudden change of mood was what you feared the most. It happened too often. Satan wasn’t that hard to please, but he unexpectedly and sharply changed moods for no apparent reasons, just like a teenager.

What if he read a passage in his book he disliked? What if your foot began to bop again? What if your breathing was too loud? What if he decided you were too heavy... When would it stop? When would the worries finally go away?

He loved you. He told you he loved you, so why were you a prisoner in his room? Why did he refuse to let you go? See other people? Sleep in your own bed for a change? And why was he enraged every time such a wish crossed your mind?

The book in his hand lowered as you sunk deeper and deeper into your panicked thoughts, wondering what you should do from now on to stay on his good side and maybe regain your privileges. So many emotions fogged your senses; you didn’t even hear him take a deep breath as his eyes narrowed while they focused on your leg, nervously bopping up and down again.

However, you did notice the sudden jerk as he threw you off his lap, pain shooting through your body as you scrapped your knees on the floor. You hit the stacks of books Satan threw you into, hardcovers falling down on you, making you yelp as they felt like bombs raining down onto your body.

“What’s the matter this time?” he asked, standing up and closing the book. It took a lot of courage to look up at him, Satan’s pretty face and perfect posture as intimidating as the waspish shine in his deep green eyes. You perceived it as cold and belittling as he looked down on you, standing over your legs.

“I want to go home--” you whispered, close to tears as you averted your eyes from his, unable to look at him when he glared back at you so resentfully.

“[Name],” he called out to you in the most condescending way you could imagine someone speaking your name. However, you no longer could bear looking him in the eyes, and so, you let your head hang low, expecting the worst but hoping it was over soon.

“How long will you keep complaining. I was so good to you the last few days, wasn’t I? It’s all because you said you were unhappy with me, so I bettered myself, yet, you behave just the same. When will you realize this is home?”

Hearing this from him, you felt your heart break. Hearing that this dangerous, painful situation should be a norm and comfort for you made you want to throw up. But at the same time, it rose your spirits, and before you knew it, you were back on your wobbling feet, the pain being suppressed by adrenaline as you grabbed Satan by the collar. In retrospect, you realized you had been just like a frightened animal and snapped as he came too close for comfort.

“THIS ISN’T MY HOME! YOU ARE KEEPING ME HERE AGAINST MY WILL! WAKE UP, SATAN!” you screamed at him as loud as you could. Perhaps you wished for a stunned realization overcoming him, or maybe that someone else could hear you outside this little, private room. But it wasn’t like anyone came running to help anyway.

Instant regret flooded your mind as you felt his hands grip your wrists, the book he had held onto falling to the ground with a loud thud. A zip of magic sparked from where he grabbed you, burning through your body like venom. It was no question who was the stronger animal in this struggle, your body falling back and down into the pile of books with just one step Satan took forward. But with your hands still anchored in his clothes, you pulled him with you, and on top, giving him a chance to pin you down on the uncomfortable bed of books.

Though it felt like your bones were breaking under the pressure and awkward position, your will hadn’t been affected as much yet, your body instinctively pushing against him, even though it was futile.

“One more time. I’m giving you one more chance to stop fucking resisting.” The words escaped him through clenched teeth, a hostile fire flickering in his eyes that you were forced to stare into. You knew you had it coming for you. His rage. His anger. There was no way out now, and once again, you had made the situation worse for you than needed. Finally, as you felt your ragged breath fill your lungs unreliably, you calmed down, tears shooting to your eyes while the sobs escaped from your mouth.

For a minute or two Satan merely let you bawl it out, the streams of tears falling down your cheeks and onto the books beneath you, but it was of no concern to either of you. At least now, he didn’t tell you to cease your sadness too, and you realized all he wanted was for you to stop attacking him, even if it was unfair when he apparently was allowed to.

Instead, you found yourself being scooped into his arms, face pressed into his shoulder as you hugged him instinctively. His hold was right out of a book about how to console crying children, his hands perfectly falling to your head and back, calmingly rubbing over the hurt part of your body.

“Please...” you sobbed into his shirt.

“I love you. I will always love you, even if you do this to me,” he assured you. You didn’t want it. Not his love, not being held by him like this, not him playing the victim in this scenario. As if it was your fault he had to do these terrible things.

“Just... please...”

“Forever. We will stay together.”

His words did nothing to help you, even more crying ensuring as they laid down heavily on your mind.

“You’re all I have. All that only belongs to me,” Satan whispered while you shook your head softly, rubbing in the wet stains into his clothes and wishing it was all just a nightmare that you could wake up from.

“That’s why, from now on, I will be the only one for you as well.”

But you never woke up from it.

[You can find the prompt list here]

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lessonsdrowning · 2 years

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sam hcs but theyre self-indulgent:

hands are constantly cold. he can put gloves on and his hands will still be cold

he throws books across the room when hes overwhelmed with reading lore

he cries right after because his feelings are too much and it overwhelms him more

cant look at the time before falling asleep or he'll oversleep his alarm

but he'll jolt awake if dean goes to wake him up. neither of them know how he does it (deans too scared to ask)

the veins in his hands/arms/chest are visible in bright lights and it makes people think hes sick

also his eyebags!! people either think its makeup or from a fight

FRECKLES!!!!!

greasy hair from messing with it too much but still plays with it

naturally curly hair but he doesnt know how to care for it (plus the hair care stuff is expensive and they cant aford that)

he sometimes bites his nails too far and hurts himself

also chips his nail polish from nail biting and end up picking it all off

when hes on his own he listens to music while he sleeps because he cant handle the silence

wears eyeliner but when he takes it off it doesnt fully come off

been wearing multiple layers of clothes since he was young bc he felt like the more layers = the more safe

wears a medallion and never takes it off

constant leg bouncing that gets on everyones nerves but he needs to bounce his leg

SCOLIOSIS!! like the way he sits and the hunts!! his back HURTS!!

bandom. specifically 2000s emo bandom

but also listens to the most embarrassing pop music that he'll never let anyone listen to

long socks because the pressure is comforting and he just doesnt like his pants touching his legs

constant knuckle cracking. every 5 minutes he cracks his knuckles. he does it more when hes nervous

also twisting his fingers together when hes nervous!! all funky directions but he needs something to do with his hands he needs that distraction

after the cage he sometimes forgets who he is/who other ppl are/where he is/what hes doing but he refuses to ask dean for the answers because he doesnt want to worry dean

favorite sleep shirt is filled w/ holes but he still wears it bc its comforting and he refuses to get rid of it

[w*nc*st*es DNI]

#very self indulgent and i could do more #but i have 2 do dishes rn and its getting late </3 #but uhmm yeah <3 #sam winchester #sam #sam winchester hcs #sam hcs #supernatural #supernatural hcs #spn #spn hcs #gt.txt

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eeunoia · 3 years

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TXT Mini Series

Tomorrow x Together (teaser)

pairings: txt members x reader

summary: five boys, five stories.

a/n: this will be my first mini series for TXT! Yehey! I’m really happy and excited. I hope you guys will support this and my upcoming works for them. I actually got the ideas from their songs and tried to give a good teaser but then i think i failed at some point hehe. The lines at the beginnings were lyrics ksksks Also, I used didn’t put Kai’s surname in the pic, it’s bc his name is too long:( Anyway, enjoy and have a nice day! 🌸 (tag-list is open!)

soobin

“my heart sank into a maze of memories.”

— do you have someone you value the most? someone you feel like you can never lose in your life.

— well, for soobin, yes. you are the most important person in his life. he can never look forward for tomorrow without you.

— just like any other stories, yours and soobin’s didn’t started in a good way. he was the type of person who don’t express himself much. always, quiet and just preferred to be left alone.

— but that just made you grow more interested and curious of him. that’s why despite his rude remarks, you stepped in and finally earn his attention

— from being the person he hates the most to the person he cherishes more than himself. it was the glow up you never expected to get.

— you two became close as your relationship grew stronger and your feelings became deeper. and soon. you’ve became inseparable.

— “Don’t go breaking my heart.” soobin whispered over at you, lips softly touching your ears. a smile grew over your face as you slowly face him.

— “I will never do that.” with a soft caring touch, you cupped his face.

— soobin was contented as long as you’re beside him, assuring him that everything will be okay. he was so sure that you two will be together forever.

— and that’s why when he lose you, he was broken and his heart sank into a maze of the memories of the two of you.

yeonjun

“Run away with me.”

— nothing’s more hurtful than to not be with someone you truly loves. and for yeonjun, he will do anything just to be with you.

— ever since, your mother wasn’t really fond of your relationship with him. she wanted somebody else for you and since you’re madly in love with yeonjun, she cannot do anything about it.

— it came to the point that she started interfering between you. started to forbid you from seeing him, always telling you bad things about him like as if she really wanted you to call it off.

— the situation was clearly giving you a hard time because it’s like you are required to choose between two important things over your life--family over yeonjun.

— you love your family but you can’t afford losing yeonjun as well and so you had decided to go with him.

— yeonjun starred at you while you’re quietly sitting at the passenger seat of his car. a small smile spreads to his face, happy that despite of all the chaos, you are there with him.

— he slowly reached out and held unto your hand. it caught your attention as you turn towards him, showing off a small smile.

— “Are you scared?” he asked softly. you pursed your lips as you held unto his hand as well after giving him a nod.

— he let out a small chuckle, “It’s okay, don’t be afraid.”

— your eyes never left his as you nodded afterwards entrusting everything to him. you are indeed afraid but knowing that yeonjun was there for you, makes you feel at ease.

beomgyu

“I don’t wanna be just friends.”

— having both of your parents close to each other, beomgyu and you grew up together. you had known him ever since you were born.

— he was your best-friend and also your greatest enemy. always there for you no matter what. eventually, the comfort you felt whenever you’re with him slowly turned into something deeper.

— you started developing feelings for him and without you knowing, it was the same for him.

— you were a bit worried because beomgyu was very good-looking that made most of the girls in your school to like him. he was basically very popular but it seems like he don’t care so much about it

— being close to beomgyu also means that you’re always with him as well, so not just once had you witnessed him turning down every single girls who confessed to him

— you gulped as you carefully watch the newly rejected one walk sadly away from where you were sitting. you felt bad for her but also delighted because beomgyu didn’t return her feelings

— your eyes soon darted over to the boy beside you who was quietly reading his book like as if nobody just confessed their feelings at him.

— “Why you kept on rejecting them? S-She’s beautiful.” you said trying to start a conversation. he lets out a small sigh before he looks up at you.

— you felt your breath hitched a bit as your eyes met his. they always look blank and cold whenever his talking to other people but when it’s you, it’s warm and expressive.

— “With my two eyes, I can only see you.” you blinked twice completely surprise at what you just heard. you tried searching for a slight hint of chance that he was just kidding but none.

— his face was dead serious that it actually made you feel nervous and shake a bit. you were a dumbfounded by the sudden indirect confession.

— “I don’t want to be just friends, y/n.”

taehyun

“Melt the cold me.”

— taehyun was known for being an introvert. he preferred to be by himself all the time and really don’t mind being alone.

— he was always quiet and refused to talk to other people. he was always cold to everyone, thinking they’re not really worthy of his attention.

— you on the other hand, was the complete opposite of him. you just recently moved into their town and so everything was new to you.

— you felt really excited even if it was all new for you. as you enter your new school, your eyes was filled with amusement because it was really beautiful.

— eyes darted at you as you enter the classroom. smiling, not even slightly bothered by their stares, you roam your eyes around. trying to see the faces of the students that you will be with for a whole school year.

— “hi, i’m y/n. please take good care of me!” your soft but energetic voice reached taehyun’s ears. he wasn’t paying much attention. not really interested.

— he raised his head and met your eyes. both of you kept your stares with each other, didn’t really catch what the teacher was saying.

— you were captivated by his beautiful eyes, it did look cold for some reason but something about it attracts you. with a small wave at him you even smiled.

— taehyun was already used with the attention from the opposite sex so it wasn’t really a big deal for him. he kept his straight face then starred back down over his textbook.

— you pouted but smile right after, he was cute for you. luckily, he still don’t have a desk-mate so you were told to sit beside him.

— and just then you learned that taehyun was originally a quiet and cold guy. it didn’t stop you tho, to try to get closer to him as to leads to the journey of you melting the cold in him.

heuning kai

“If we are together no matter where we are I still feel summer.”

— for heuning kai, summer was his comfort weather. whenever he’s sad or scared, he always thinks about anything that reminds him of that weather and he will be okay.

— he grew up in a place where he can fully enjoy the summer. house at the country side, away from all the pollution of the city. he thought it was really relaxing.

— the place was perfect for every summer activities that’s why he really likes it there.

— but then when his parents announced that they had to move over to the city because of his Dad, he became so sad but he knew he have no choice.

— kai was uncomfortable by moving into a new place, he wasn’t used to all the noise and pollution of the city. he wasn’t enjoying it.

— not to be exaggerated but the sudden change of environment was making heuning kai feel sick because he wasn’t used to it.

— he thought he could never enjoy there until he encountered you.

— the moment he first saw you, he was amused at how beautiful you are. you were always smiling brightly that kinds of reminds him of the bright sun every summer. you were always kind that makes you seem very warm.

— he was obviously having a hard time but you were there to help him every time. he clearly enjoyed your company since you were so nice to him.

— it was just a matter of time when you two slowly became so close to each other. heuning kai didn’t even notice how he was slowly adapting to his new home.

— you were the one who managed to show him that the place were not so bad at all. it was you who made him appreciate these new things.

— kai slowly found something that comforts him in that new place, you became his summer.

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zedwards · 3 years

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MOVIE DATES WITH STRAY KIDS

stray kids x reader

genre: fluff

word count: 1.8k

warnings: intended for male reader, but can be read as gender neutral; my first fic 👉👈 im nervous; lowercase aesthetic; does “bastard” count as a swear word..?

i hope you enjoy this little gift :)

bang chan

he likes romantic comedies

tbh being chan’s s/o would feel like a romcom of its own

since he doesn’t like crowds, your movie dates together usually wouldn’t involve actually going to the movies

instead you’d probably both opt to stay in for the night and watch a movie on the couch

under multiple blankets

in each other’s arms

hugs and cuddles

with the occasional kiss on the top of your head

it’s so soft

it’s chan :)))

he does the little claps at the end of the movie

because happy endings ^–^

y’know those awkward scenes where the main couple meets for the first time?

he likes to point out which character you were most similar to when the two of you first met

“i didn’t know you were in this movie!”

“you look so different! i could hardly recognize you!”

he’s such a dork

all your movie nights would end in one of three ways:

1.) you falling asleep in his arms

2.) him falling asleep holding you close (yeah not really, this man doesn’t sleep that much T_T)

or 3.) you both make it through the movie, and one of you says something like

“this is nice...i wish we could just stay like this”

and so you both (in theory) fall asleep right where you are

either way, chan is the best boyfriend and neither of you know what you did to deserve each other

lee know

he’d get you to go see a horror movie

even if you protest, he’d manage to convince you somehow

pokes fun at you every time you get scared

during a suspenseful part in the movie, he’d suddenly put his hands on your shoulders and shake you (lightly) out of nowhere, just to startle you

and he’d have to stifle his giggles because your reaction is just too priceless

absolutely relishes in how you never let go of his arm

like ever

seriously, his arm might as well be an extension of your body at this point

he may act like he’s annoyed

but he loves it

cuz he knows it’s because you feel safe with him

and if you hide your face in the crook of his neck

he’d get this look on his face...

something between an evil smirk and an amused grin

why? because his plan is working

plot twist: the whole reason he chose to see a horror movie with you was so that you would cling to him

surprise!! >:]

but even if you catch on, he’ll never admit it

tsundere

“did you even see any of the movie?”

you just kinda grumble in response, still latched onto his arm

“i can’t believe it... i so generously paid for your ticket, only for you to hide your face the whole ti- OW!”

you jab him in the side with your elbow give him a “love tap” :)

but it’ll take more than that to get him to stop teasing you about it

he’s a cocky bastard but you love him to death for it

seo changbin

superhero movie!!!

like something from the mcu

seeing him get so excited/invested in the movie??

wholesome

but he might get a little too excited

in other words, going to the movies with changbin is an...interactive experience

meaning that he talks at the movie

not to the movie, but at the movie

like...he talks at the characters on screen

as if they can hear him

honestly it’s kinda cute

but occasionally you have to remind him to keep his voice down

“HE TRIED TO TELL YOU NOT TO TOUCH THE STONE”

“shhhh alright calm down a bit-”

“...AND NOW YOU DEAD”

“changbin i love you but please don’t get us kicked out of the theater”

10/10 would have his arm around you throughout the movie

even if his arm goes numb, he’d refuse to let anything stop him

“changbin, you don’t have t-”

“CUDDLES.”

lowkey feels like a pillow

bc he beefy

on very rare occasions he might fall asleep during the movie

if he does end up dozing off and you catch him in the act, he’d deny it profusely

he likes to spontaneously slip his hand into yours :)

and lace your fingers together :))

you’re holding hands now :)))

his presence is just so warm and fuzzy and you make each other so happy

hwang hyunjin

THIS MAN

the funnest(?) most fun bf in existence

he’s definitely the type to try and smuggle outside food into the theater

he insists that he’s inconspicuous about it

and he tries to be

but he’s not :)

“uh... hyunjin, why are you wearing two hoodies?”

“i uh... i’m... cold?”

“so you’re sticking bags of microwaveable popcorn in between your sweatshirts...to keep warm?”

*visibly sweating* “i can explain...”

ok ok

so y’all seeing a comedy

why?

because HIS LAUGH OMG

it’s so bubbly and contagious

so naturally, you’d both be laughing up a storm at the back of the theater

and sometimes it’s because of the movie

but most of the time it’s because of the side comments the two of you keep making to each other

and it doesn’t help that he keeps making these ridiculous observations about the characters in the movie

“what’s up with that guy?”

“what about him?”

“why is he built like a refrigerator?”

about halfway through the movie, you both reach that delirious state where literally anything and everything becomes funny

even if it’s not supposed to be funny

...especially if it’s not supposed to be funny

the two of you? lowkey hyenas

long story short, you’re both asked to leave the theater not even two hours into the film :)

han jisung

action!! movie!!

finishes the popcorn within the first ten minutes of the film

that is, if he doesn’t scarf it all down during the previews

he talks through the entIRE THING

he’s always got something to say

it’s like watching the director’s commentary version of a movie

but instead of the director talking about the film-making process

it’s jisung muttering nonsense in your ear

sometimes pertaining to the movie

and other times...

“hey did i ever tell you about the time i saw a seagull eating garbage?”

...yeah, other times it’s...not

either way, you don’t mind

because you aren’t really paying much attention to the movie anyways

you’re too busy admiring your boyfriend

how could you not?

the way he’s on the edge of his seat, giving the movie his full attention...

the light from the screen flickering dimly on his face, highlighting his gentle features...

you’re the luckiest person in the world, no doubt

his eyes light up whenever something particularly cool/badass happens in the movie

but he also gets startled by the explosions every now and then

when that happens, you just look at each other for a moment

and then burst into a fit of giggles

“stoooppp!! it was loud, ok??”

you just hum in response and rest your head on his shoulder

y’know that thing he does where like...

he’s giggling, but he has something he wants to say, so he keeps trying to talk?

but his words keep getting cut off by his own laughter?

yeah... that’s what he’s doing

he’s adorable

lee felix

animated movie

a firm believer that you’re never too old to enjoy cartoons

he never lost that child-like energy/enthusiasm, which is part of what makes him such a gem

so of course, when the new disney movie came out, he knew he had to go see it with you

he would definitely load up on snacks from concessions

if you don’t stop him, he’s gonna be buying two giant things of popcorn and at least five different kinds of candy

and when he walks back to you after paying, he’d just smile brightly from behind the mountain of junk food in his hands like

“snacks :D!!!!!”

seriously though, try to keep track of how much popcorn he eats

bc he might overeat and get a stomachache :((

obviously he can take care of him self, cuz he’s an adult

but like

he loves when you look out for him

because he knows just how much you care about him

sunshine boy :((

y’all already know how much of a cuddle bug this man is

so of course that means lots of cute, affectionate gestures during the movie

skinship

holding hands

you resting your head on his shoulder

and him resting his head on top of your head

and most importantly SNUGGLES

snuggles are a must

for him, movie dates are just an excuse to be extra touchy with you

even though he never needs an excuse to get cuddles whenever he wants

because c’mon

it’s felix

what are you gonna do, say no?

kim seungmin

murder mystery film

tends not to talk all that much during movies

he’d just be so completely engrossed in the movie that he’d forget about his surroundings

but that’s not to say he won’t hold your hand or drape his arm over your shoulders

every now and then you can catch him leaning forward in his seat

with his mouth slightly ajar

it’s so endearing

but if for whatever reason you want to get his attention...

heh...

yeah, good luck with that

you’d have to maybe give his hand a lil squeeze to get his attention

and at first he’d just turn his head in your direction, keeping his eyes glued to the movie

but if you gave his hand another squeeze, he’d snap out of it

“psst...seungmin”

“mm.”

“hey, seungmin?”

“huh? yeah?”

“i love you”

if that doesn’t make his heart SWELL—

his dazed expression would quickly shift into one of pure elation and fondness

he might not respond verbally

but he’d gently bring your hand up to his lips

press a soft kiss atop your knuckles

and then lower your hand again without letting go, turning his attention back to the movie

but that bright smile of his would never falter for even a moment

he loves you too

so so much :)

yang jeongin

another one for romantic comedies

he likes it when there’s a little less “rom” and slightly more “com”

and so do you

because it means you get to hear his laugh more

oh god...

his laugh

the little giggles in between the short gasps for air...

so cute

“no. i’m not cute.”

he is very cute

probably won’t initiate any skinship

but if you do, he will absolutely go along with it

sometimes he’ll nod off in the middle of a movie

and then wake up during the credits, completely disoriented

“where am i”

“you fell asleep”

“huh??”

“you drooled a little on my shoulder, you goof”

unlike hyunjin, he’s really good at sneaking food into the theaters

like really really good

almost to the point that it’s scary

usually people try to sneak in popcorn or candy or maybe soda

well not jeongin

“hey, you want some?”

“what the- HOW DID YOU GET A BUCKET OF FRIED CHICKEN IN HERE”

“:]”

he’s not telling

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extremelyblackandwhite · 3 years

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innocence - 25

PAIRING: bodyguard!bucky barnes x innocent actress!reader

WARNINGS: smut (18+)

A/N: me to me “you shall not write smut. BEHAVE” also me “mILE HIGH CLUB”. 2021 barely started and i already need jesus. also rip me attempting to post this before christmas but hey i refuse to let christmas end bc christmas is my only hope and love and it’s over.

NEXT CHAPTER

Bucky was the first one up as the clock struck 5AM. He was anxious for the flight, for everything really. Y/N had assured him she had bought first class tickets so he’d be comfortable with the long trip but he was still reticent about flying. As an Avenger he used to do national missions, preferring not to fly as it brought him some memories he didn’t like to relieve. Sam had suggested he took some sleeping pills while the flight was going but Bucky refused not to be there to support Y/N who’d been getting called by her team 24/7 about her “mishap” as her manager like to refer to. As if a 20-something dating was something weird. Bucky knew Steve did way worse things than that but of course, she had stepped off the line, off the good girl, virgin ‘til marriage, girl next door yet just gorgeously unattainable and if Y/N hadn’t told him to stay out of it, he would’ve threatened everyone.

Anyway, other than flying he kept wondering about her family. Y/N had a big family, at least more family than he had and he wasn’t entirely sure how they would react to him. Bucky knew he wasn’t the type of man you’d like your daughter to bring in. Who’d want to say that their daughter was dating an assassin? No one. He had wanted to say no, he wanted her to have a nice holiday but looking at her there was no denying her.

Y/N woke up half an hour later, extending her arm towards Bucky’s side only to feel the cold of the sheets on her side. She rose her torso, rubbing the sleep off her eyes before the blurry room became clear. He was sat on the big armchair, staring at the flight tickets.

- Someone’s an early bird. - she leaned on the bed, hands under her chin as he gave her his charming smile. - Excited?

- Nervous. - he rose from his chair to kiss her forehead. - Do you need anything, princess?

- Just need to get dressed. - she lazily got up from her bed. - You’re gonna love it, Buck. There’s snow on the ground, we can get spiced mulled tea and go see the decorations at the West End.

- I’m sure I will. Now get dressed unless you plan on going to the airport in your underwear.

- I don’t see you complaining. - she flirted, hips moving side to side as she opened his wardrobe to grab her burgundy long sleeve dress and pair of black flats. Bucky tried his best not to ogle at her and her figure in a matching black set of star motif bra and panties with garters to see through black stockings. Sometimes he had to slap himself to convince himself the woman standing in front of him actually liked him. - You’re okay with going, right?

- Of course, princess. Whatever makes you happy.

- Okay but what makes you happy? We don’t need to go if you don’t feel comfortable.

- Just regular meeting the parents nerves. - he pulled her hair away from her face to kiss her forehead.

- Based on the photos Rebecca has, I would say you’ve met enough parents not to be nervous anymore.

- Come here, you little minx. - he wrapped his arms around her waist pulling her in close to him. - I will have you know that I never met any of the girls’ parents. It was not a good thing for a lady to be seen alone with a man in my time, so we had to keep it a secret.

- Mhm, were you destroying ladies’ reputations in your day, Mr. Barnes? Is that it?

- Not my fault they couldn’t resist me. - he leaned down to kiss her but she turned her face away, naughty smile on her lips. - Don’t do that to me, princess. It’ll break my tiny heart.

- Stop playing Romeo and grab your bags before we’re late. - she swung her hips side to side to grab her own cary on, a small matte black suitcase with her initials on the bottom left in a small size.

Bucky followed her into the airport. He couldn’t seriously remember the last time he had been in an airport, maybe during his youth but right now everything seemed so different yet he didn’t feel scared. He looked to his right and there she was, holding his hand as the other pulled her trolley, dark sunglasses on to hide who she was but still sporting that smile that was truly hers, something he could pick out of a crowd. He never really liked the word or feeling of possession, neither did she, but they didn’t really mind the feeling that a ship’s rope held both their hands together in a nautical strong knot. It was that sort of feeling that disconnected them both from what surrounded them, the sound of echoed and at the same time murmured silence. Y/N didn’t mind, Bucky didn’t mind. The flashlights went by dim and the announcements went mute for both of them.

Y/N however did not like airports. For her, airports signified goodbyes, harmful and painful goodbyes those were you wave goodbye to your loved ones and walk into security checks with tears lodged in her throat, telling herself to put herself together as she approached the beginning of that line. It represented waving goodbye to her comforts to travel somewhere she was not happy, not that her life in the US after she left the UK didn’t made her happy, it did but it was a faux happiness. It was locked inside a bought apartment with people who didn’t or refused to understand her, with friends she loved and cared for but didn’t really check on her them too lost on their own lives, it was yearning for a love that took years to come and everyone told her it would come but never did. It was an odd feeling being at the airport but being with Bucky twisted that. It was no longer leaving loved ones, it was departing with them, it was leaving all the mess that haunted her behind yet she couldn’t help feeling like something lingered in the wind, some cut throating emotions and actions which would return to her.

She decided not to dwell on it, smiling at Bucky as he picked some snacks to bring inside the plane besides her telling him they probably would have the peanut M&Ms rather than his beloved chocolate only ones. She watched him as someone watched something that reminded them of a childhood memory or something that touched them, with a tinge of sadness, almost knowing it would never happen again. She felt tied to him but she felt at any time this knot could worn out and she feared he would leave. Things fade, nothing lasts forever and she wondered when he would realise that he was dating a ticking time bomb controlled by others. She had control over her own heart but her face, her reputation, that would never be hers to control.

- Y/N? - he laid his hand on top of her shoulder. - Are you okay, princess?

- Yeah, just thinking. - she handed the lady the tickets, holding Bucky’s hand as he led her inside the airplane.

Y/N was lucky to be used to first class, she spent in life in it but for Bucky it was a jarring new experience. His parents used to be well off, better than most however they were never well enough to afford flying anywhere. The closest he’d been to flying was in military helicopters but all his experience to commercial flying had been watching on magazines but even this looked so different. It looked like a perfect first class bedroom in a five star hotel with individual little places for each passenger and some for couples which he guessed was one for the two of them. As they approached their cabin, a polished dressed lady signalled them inside their own seats. She looked at Bucky who had star filled eyes as he noticed all the comfort of his seat.

- Is this how you travel? - he sat down by the window, looking at the small bottles of water, juices and fun sized treats. - Now I know why you travel so much. It’s like a damn hotel room here.

- Peanut M&M’s. - she grabbed one of the snacks from his side. - I believe you’ll be donating those to me.

- That’s a travesty, princess. I cannot believe you prefer those with peanuts

- Peanuts are great.

- Unless you’re allergic to them.

- You’re not allergic to peanuts. Steve would’ve told me if you were and I saw you eat a peanut energy bar yesterday. - she crossed her arms.

- First, I hate peanuts so it’s almost as if I were allergic to them. Second, KIND bars don’t count, you know how good they are, they add that little caramel drizzle.

- I guess we’re gonna have more than my nephews and nieces for a picky eater this Christmas. - she laughed, picking the remote to shuffle through whatever the company offered. Bucky leaned on her shoulder, leaving a kiss on it right before he did. - Thank you for coming with me.

- That’s not a problem, princess. Besides, who would guard you if I were not to come?

- Is this overtime then, Mr. Barnes? - she looked down at him, his childish yet charming smile whenever he meant to tease her which he so easily could do both meanings of the word. - We should prepare for take off.

It couldn’t be too different from take off in the quinjet. Bucky had done it once after the train incident but it always brought him back to it. He wasn’t like this and it pained him that the slightest of turbulences in any travels now made him feel like a kid. He didn’t use to be like this, he was fearless, going on the Cyclone time and time again and now ... now he was a shell of a man afraid of take off. He shouldn’t be afraid, it was not his role, right? He knew things were different then and were different now but he always wanted to be strong, strong for her as if any insecurity would throw her away. He knew it didn’t, Bucky knew Y/N was there to stick around and didn’t care about what the war and HYDRA had done to him but he cared. Bucky wanted to be her hero, her safe harbour and with this ...

His mind shattered into snowflakes as she held his hand, the captain’s voice muffled as the plane gathered speech. Y/N never hand cold hands or a cold touch, she was just warm, a little ray of sunshine burning his icy exterior and forcing him to see the beauty of winter. Bucky clearly mostly got distracted by her own beauty but her holding his hand, the rings on her fingers which she had gathered from little shops along the street against his hand, made him want to remove the dagger he had stuck on himself so he could feel pain forevermore.

The plane move upwards, both of them being pulled against their seats by the laws of physics on an endless climb and he still had his eyes closed, finding comfort in the darkness.

- Buck. - her finger caressed his jaw. - Look out the window.

Bucky peaked open one of his eyes, looking out the window near him to see a full blue sky, completely different from the dark skies of the winter filled New York they had just left.

- We fly above the clouds. Isn’t it beautiful? - she leaned against his shoulder.

- You see this everytime?

- Unless I’m flying at night, yeah. Sunsets and risings are particularly stunning.

- Now what?

- Now we wait for round 6 to 7 hours. We can put a movie on, maybe. Whatever you’d like.

Bucky took to shuffling through the movie catalogue himself. Some of the movies he’d never heard about and some he’d heard from Sam or from Steve’s list of movies he had to watch yet he never did. Capitan America himself stuck to the old classics, the movies they used to sneak through the backdoor of the theatre. He himself liked the classics too and Y/N, as a film/acting major herself, also had a soft spot for them. Bucky’s favourite was the Wizard of Oz, despite later knowing how controversial filming had been, yet he couldn’t help but always remember the wonder on his sister’s face and his own wonder as he watched the vivid colours. He could still feel it now, however the movie ended and soon the food came in and he found himself bored. There wasn’t much he could do on a plane and he found himself jealous of the 5 year old running up and down the cabin, despite most of Y/N’s laughter.

He covered himself in the company’s blanket and snuggled against the pillow and still he couldn’t sleep. Y/N on the other hand had fallen asleep the moment she pulled the leg rest, wrapped around in her blanket, face facing his which gave Bucky the excuse to look at her while she slept. Bucky always found it wildly amusing how she slept, lips slightly puckered, eyes fluttering until she fell in deep and hands fisting the blanket up to her chin. Eventually, Bucky got frustrated, moving around in his seat to find a comfortable position. How come he couldn’t find a comfortable position on a first class seat?

- Buck ... - she groaned, opening her eyes. - Stop moving around.

- I’m sorry, princess. I’m just ... so bored. How do you do this?

- I sleep. - she placed the blanket on her lap. - Why don’t you get something else to eat?

- How many hours left?

- You don’t wanna know. - she rubbed the sleep of her eyes, Bucky still laid against his seat, blanket on his lap, head against the head rest. Y/N started thinking about how to entertain him until her gaze fell onto his lap. Looking around the cabin was quiet, no cabin crew or passengers on their feet, just a calm cabin.

She moved closer to him, head against her shoulder, facade of a glistening angel on a renaissance painting. Her fingers traced the soft finish of his blanket, the embodied company name until her fingers were under the soft fabric. She slide her hand under his shirt, feeling his warm skin as her hand travelled downwards towards the Hugo Boss boxers he wore, fingers hooking on the waistband. Bucky swallowed dry, wondering if he had finally gone to sleep and this was finally a good dream or if his sweet, innocent girlfriend was actually about to do what his mind was rushing to as her fingers wrapped around his softened member. He grunted, looking at her like she was a fever dream, hips mindlessly thrusting into her soft warm hand. He would say there was no better feeling, had it not been for the fact he had been inside of her.

Y/N bite her lip, insecurely swiping her thumb over the tip, his pre cum dripping onto it. She didn’t know what she was doing, mostly going by the erotica she had read and seen before, guiding herself by his low sounds, mumbled by his own hand which laid against his own mouth. She looked up at him, cerulean eyes looking at the ceiling as if all his strength would break loose were he to look at her and she thought that was the most gorgeous he’d look. She straight herself up, pushing his hand away from his mouth to start kissing him, something which would look rather innocent to anyone who passed by. Her kiss was warm, hot and sinful, much more different than the shy ones she would lay on him each morning yet he guessed it matched with her movements, fast and tighter against his cock. He tried to remain still, allow her to do what she wanted to do but his body had a different idea, hips thrusting and gyrating against her hand like some idiot teenager as her mouth lowered to kiss his pulse point. His breathe quickened, coming into staccatto as her movement quickened. The environment was blurry and all he could think about and hear were her movements and his body shuddering until he was spurting thick ropes of white liquid onto her hand and his breathe came out knocked as if he had finished a race.

She cleaned her palm with a tissue, bringing her fingers up to her cherry tinted lips from her chapstick, disappearing within the plumpness of them. He swore he could cum again just from that sight. As he tried to regain his breathe from the latter event, she gave him a shy smile, pushing her blanket up to her chin. Whatever she did to him, whatever release she had given him had made him comfortable enough on that cloud nine that sent him into sleeping, only awaking once the plane wheels hit British soil.

It was dark, around 9PM the captain had said and Bucky himself thought the trip was over until both of them disembarked onto the airport which was a completely different world. Had it not been by Y/N’s unwillingness to spend more time in an airport, he would’ve possibly stood behind taking pictures yet once she spotted a man with a sheet with her name written in, she had his hand on hers and dragged him up to it.

Bucky had been in London, he remembered it from the war and some buildings were the same yet everything was brighter. His eyes shone against the decorations, wondering how bigger they could get and Y/N took great pleasure in seeing him so happy. All she wanted was to make him happy, all she wanted was to see him happy. The taxi driver stopped in front of her childhood home which gladly always seemed to look the same with christmas lights and garlands. Both of them step out the car and the nerves finally hit Bucky. How do you meet someone’s parents? How do you meet the person who just gave you a handjob’s parents and make a good impression? How could he make a good impression? He was a hundred year old never aging man with a metal arm dating the little rose that everyone put on an altar. He didn’t belong. Maybe he could stop her, maybe he could convince her not to ring the bell except she was already ringing the bell and the door was opening up.

A short woman in a white jumper and jeans opened the door. She had Y/N’s eyes, the same eyes Bucky would recognise anywhere and based by the tight hug she gave Y/N, he would guess she was his mother.

- Mum, this is Bucky. - she held Bucky’s hand. What should he do? Should he wave?

- Oh my, you’re tall. I thought that with a nickname like that you’d be small. Oh, here I am again rambling. We are so happy here, you know, you’re the first man Y/N brings home.

- Mum!

- What? It’s true. You’re my oldest child and only now have you brought a man. Aunt Petunia is really proud of you.

- Mum!

- Come in, Bucky. Can I call you Bucky? Come meet the family.

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shumaiseyeliner · 3 years

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“Hmmmm...can you do Nagito, Shuichi, Mikan, and Makoto with a s/o with an abusive household?”

a/n: i added hajime bc I felt like writing for him 🤧 I hope that’s okay !

warnings: yandere, unhealthy relationships, unhealthy mindsets, unhealthy behavior, kidnapping

Komaeda Nagito

☘︎︎ not going to lie, he’ll probably freak out once he finds out that his darling is living in an abusive home. I feel like Nagito worships his darling so much that he forgets that they’re not invincible, so this kind of causes him to snap a little. Nagito most definitely has a breakdown and kidnaps his darling after finding out. I’m not saying he has a savior complex, but Nagito is adamant about saving his darling from their abuse, he feels like he must protect them, so seeing them be hurt, physically or emotionally, would affect Nagito in a very dangerous way. His darling is like God to him, truly, so this does cause him to go into a manic episode, but once he knows his darling is safe away from their abuse he’ll be fine.

Saihara Shuichi

☘︎︎ he’s shocked, scared, and angry at the same time. I’m sure I’ve touched on this before, but Shuichi isn’t a completely harmless yandere to have. He’s completely capable of ruining someone’s life if he feels like it’s necessary. So, once he realizes that his darling is in an abusive situation he’s immediately working on getting them out of it. Shuichi fully intends on obliterating the life of whoever’s causing his darling pain, and much like with Komaeda it doesn’t matter whether they’re going through emotional or physical abuse, because at the end of the day his darling is still suffering. Shuichi is just doing his best to make sure that his darling isn’t going to be suffering any longer than they have to, he cares about them too much to let that happen.

Tsumiki Mikan

☘︎︎ she’s utterly devastated when she finds out that her darling is being abused. Mikan is extremely devoted to her darling, and I’m guessing that she’s seen people suffer from abuse before so she’ll notice the signs almost immediately. She doesn’t tend to pry into her darling's business too much unless she’s jealous, but Mikan can be extremely observant. She’s terrified for her darlings safety after finding out, so much like Komaeda I think she’d be one to kidnap her darling as well, but Mikan is just so very nervous about how her darling was going to react. She’s tending to any bruises (if they have any, that is) her darling has and looking over their entire body to make sure that they’re okay. Mikan is just convinced that she’s the safer option.

Naegi Makoto

☘︎︎ he’s scared when he finds out that his darling is in an abusive situation. Makoto is absolutely a harmless yandere, but I feel like he’d be kind of lost after finding out his darling was being abused. He thinks about kidnapping them, but Makoto has a serious fear of his darling potentially hating him, so his next option is to get them out of the situation the harder way. What I mean is that he tries to get the people abusing his darling taken care of with the help of Kirigiri. All Makoto wants is for his darling to be safe, so as long as he knows they can get out of their situation he’d be satisfied. He’d ask his darling if they wanted to stay with him, too, and if they refused he’d pressure them into it. He doesn’t feel bad... it’s for their wellbeing!

Hinata Hajime

☘︎︎ might act a little violently when he finds out that his darling is being abused, seriously he’s angry. Hajime can be a bit difficult when it comes to how he feels about his darling, but at the end of the day he’s still very much infatuated with them and he deals with all threats the same way, by getting rid of them. Hajime doesn’t kill anyone, of course, but he’s studious. He’s intelligent for the most part and knows how to get rid of anyone he sees as a threat without getting in trouble. They won’t die, but he, much like Saihara, works on ruining their lives. Whoever’s abusing his darling is automatically on Hajime’s list of people he hates, so he isn’t planning on giving them any mercy. He’d most likely kidnap his darling as well if things weren’t going his way.

#yandere komaeda nagito #yandere saihara shuichi #yandere tsumiki mikan #yandere naegi makoto #yandere hinata hajime #yandere danganronpa #yandere sdr2 #yandere drv3 #yandere headcanons #yandere imagines #yandere #shumaiwrites

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watchmegetobsessed · 3 years

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Forgiving - Tom Holland

alright so this was vaguely based on a dream i had? idk how to feel about it, but i felt the need to write it bc it’s been on my mind for two days so here we are.

summary: You and Tom like to experiment sexually. After having your first ever threesome with him and an unknown guy you realize it was not what you wanted but you’re afraid to come clear to Tom.

word count: 2.3k

warning: slightly sexual? kinda NSFW, not too detailed threesome, some emotional stuff going on i reall don’t know

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Sex has always been about experiments for you. Ever since the beginning, your curiosity has been driving you along to try more things, find what you like, expand your boundaries. It has been all about being pleasured and to pleasure. Through the years you can easily say you’ve tried more than the average, explored unknown territories from time to time, mapped your own body, figured out what works best for you. It was all just about satisfaction, not too much about the emotions, until you met Tom.

The shy smiles he sent you at the pub that night, keeping his gaze fixed on your while his friends were trying to catch his attention, he surely caught your eye. He luckily worked up the courage to talk to you, ending up talking with you for hours before it was closing hours. The two of you exchanged numbers without hesitation and the rest is history. It’s been almost an entire year and you are confident to say you are completely and utterly in love with him. You found the person who doesn’t just clicks with you on the field of humor, interests and passions… but he shares your curiosity about undiscovered levels of sex.

You still remember the open and honest conversation you had with him just two months into the relationship. You felt nervous to bring it up, a little scared about his reaction, but he seemed just as excited as you, interested to try out things you’ve already did. It took the two of you some time to catch up with each other and get to the part where new things were unexplored by the both of you.

Experiencing these things with Tom made it all way more intense than before. The trust and love you’ve been feeling since the beginning turned it into something so much more intimate and memorable. See him grow, delving into sides of himself he hasn’t connected with and just be there for him, with him, makes you feel fulfilled. It surely brings you another level of satisfaction you haven’t been able to experience with anyone else.

You don’t think anything into it when the idea of having a threesome comes up. It has surely been a thought you played with, but didn’t feel ready yet. However, when it just casually comes up between the two of you one evening, you are surprised to see how interested Tom has been too.

“Definitely thought about it,” he hums to himself, glancing up at you from his phone while you lie next to him, tugged under the covers comfortably.

“In which setup?” you question, your teeth sinking into your bottom lip.

“Both,” he confidently answers. “But I have to admit, I thought more about the two women one man version,” he smirks and you smile back at him.

“Yeah? Had anyone in mind for the third party?”

“Not specifically, no,” he truthfully admit and you believe him. An agreement has been made in the beginning to be open and honest about anything regarding your experiments and you trust Tom with keeping his word as you do the same.

“How about you, Darling?”

“I have a few celebrities in mind, but that doesn’t count,” you smirk at him coyly before bringing back the seriousness into the conversation. “Would you want to give it a try?”

Tom thinks about it, clearly chewing his answer before he nods shortly, his eyes returning to yours.

“I think yes. But only with a person we would never ever meet again.”

“I agree,” you smile at him.

Somehow, in the upcoming weeks, the situation progresses fairly and quite steadily. Following a few more discussions you end up choosing to have another man participate in your intimate session and the two of you reach out to a professional party, wanting to make sure you don’t just fetch someone up from the street. You choose a guy based on three photos and a short description. His name is Lucas and he seems like a genuinely nice guy, it all seems like it’s going to go smoothly, he is even up for signing and NDA, something you both agreed would be essential in your current situation.

You don’t feel particularly nervous that evening you and Tom head to the hotel where you booked a room for the occasion. It was evident you wouldn’t let the third party into your bedroom, so Tom was quick to look for a room.

Holding hands, you arrive and check in, Lucas texts you that he’ll be arriving in ten when you walk into the elegant looking room. The bed is huge, could easily fit three people and you bet Tom paid extra attention to this detail.

“Hey,” Tom catches your attention when there’s still a few minutes until Lucas arrives. His hand slides into yours, squeezing it gently. “Whenever you want it to stop, just tell me, alright?” he softly tells you and it warms your heart to know that he just wants to make sure you’re comfortable with whatever happens.

“Same goes for you,” you smile at him. Leaning down he kisses you lovingly, murmuring a quiet I love you before letting go of you.

All your past experiences in sex couldn’t prepare you to what a threesome would bring to you.

It all starts just fine. Lucas is just as likable as you thought, completely open to anything you had in mind. Tom has one rule that he makes clear in the beginning: Lucas can’t kiss you, that’s just for him. And that’s a rule you easily agree with.

After a short round of do’s and don’ts you finally get down to business. Right from the beginning there’s a slightly numbing feeling in the back of your mind that you just can’t put anywhere and you are not even paying enough attention to it to figure it out. One thing follows the other and you are so focused on what’s in front of you that you are too overwhelmed to analyze your own feelings that keep just piling inside you, pushed down inside your guts until they finally erupt.

It’s happens when Lucas is inside you for the first time. Immediately, you think it must just be the unfamiliarity that you are too used to Tom, so you keep going, focusing on your boyfriend who is kissing you in the meanwhile, ushering his hand to his erection. You’re eager to please him first and utmost, but each time Lucas slides inside you, it’s like something breaks in you.

You don’t want him to be inside you. You don’t want anyone else either, just Tom. It doesn’t feel right, you want to stop it, but then you get scared, because it seems like Tom is enjoying himself and you don’t want to ruin the experience for him. So swallowing your tears you keep going until your body refuses to continue. As you get off of Lucas, you try your best to make it look like you just want a change, your hands eagerly pull Tom with you, urging him to take Lucas’ place and when you finally feel him inside you, you still can’t enjoy it the way you’d want. Clinging onto him, you are breathlessly praying to forget what it feels like to be touched by someone else than him, but the foreign, burning feeling of Lucas’ touch still stains your skin and you wish you could just shed it, get rid of it. Burn it.

Drained. That’s how you feel when the night eventually ends. Lucas doesn’t stay any longer, he thank you both that you chose him and wishes you a great rest of the night before he takes off. Lying in bed, you are still fighting your tears back, feeling nothing like yourself. You hear Tom making his way back to the bed, but before he could see the torn expression on your face, you quickly jump out of bed and lock yourself up in the bathroom. With no clothes on, you don’t waste any time to stand under the hot water, hoping it would wash away this restless feeling. Sitting down in the walk-in shower you take some time to figure out what you really feel.

You remember clearly the lustful look in Tom’s eyes, the way he seemed to be enjoying it fully. And you just now realize that’s what hurt more. That it didn’t affect him the way it affected you. Feeling another man do things only Tom does to you made you want to scream, it simply didn’t feel right and you wanted it to end. While it seemed like he didn’t. Like he didn’t mind seeing you with another man and it makes you question if he loves you the same way you love him.

Didn’t he feel jealous? Did he like seeing you like that? Didn’t he want it to stop? The questions flood your mind entirely, making it impossible for you to think about anything else.

Time is completely forgotten as you remain seated on the ground, the water flowing down your face, mixing with your salty tears. You didn’t even realize the bathroom door opens and Tom walks in.

“Y/N?” he calls out and your eyes snap up at him, meeting his gaze that’s filled with despair and confusion. “Baby, what’s wrong?” he asks, immediately getting inside the spacious shower, kneeling down, his arms going to wrap around you, but you move away and he freezes as a sob erupts from you. “Fuck, baby, please talk to me! What’s wrong?” he begs, desperate to figure out what’s gotten you so shaken up, but you don’t feel like you are able to talk. You just cry and cry and he stay right there until you feel like there are no more tears to shed.

“I fucking hated it,” you breathe out eventually, not even daring to look him in the eyes. “I fucking hated that he wasn’t you. I didn’t want anyone else, just you.”

“Why didn’t you tell?” he asks and you can tell he is getting mad now and he has every right. He told you to speak up if something doesn’t sit right with you, yet you chose to keep your mouth shut about it. You sniff before daring to look into his eyes again, feeling smaller than ever, like you were nothing in that moment.

“Because you liked it. I didn’t want to ruin it for you,” you admit truthfully and Tom exhales sharply through his nose. It feels like eternity until he finally speaks up.

“I didn’t,” he simply says and your mouth falls open.

“What?”

“I didn’t like it.”

“Really? But you looked like… I thought—“

“Darling, you always seem to forget that I’m an actor. I pretend for a living,” he states matter-of-factly.

“How would you pretend to have a fucking erection?” you snap, letting your arms to fall from around your knees. Tom lets out a soft chuckle.

“My imagination was proved to be stronger than I expected. I wished he was gone the whole time. Fucking hated seeing someone else touch you like I do.”

“So then why didn’t you speak up?” you ask the same question he prompted just a few seconds ago.

“Because I thought you were enjoying it.”

His eyes are soft on you and most importantly: forgiving.

“We were proper idiots,” you breathe out, hands reaching out for him as you finally let him scoop you into his arms, your head lying on his naked chest.

“Seems like we both broke out rule,” he mumbles, his hands continuously brushing up and down your bare back and arms.

“I’m sorry. I should have told you. I just wanted you to enjoy it, I love knowing that I get to give you all these new feelings.”

“I’m sorry too, baby. I was afraid you’d think of me different if I didn’t go through with it.”

Lifting your head up you look into his eyes as you cup his face in your palms, your thumbs gently caressing his cheeks.

“I could never see you differently, Tom. I just want you to be happy and satisfied with me.”

“I am. Always.”

Pulling him down your lips meet his and you are finally able to kiss him without feeling any guilt. He kisses you back passionately, as if he is trying to strengthen the words he just spoke.

“I have a new rule,” he says out of breath when he pulls back.

“What is it?”

“From now on, sex is just about us. No third party.”

“Tattoo this on me, I don’t want to live by any other rules,” you blurt out making him laugh and you smile seeing him with that wide grin.

“Alright. Come on, I think we both need to sleep it off,” he tells you as he helps you up from the floor.

Though you’d love to replace your bruised feelings about sex with some new experiences with the only man you love, for now you still just want to lie in bed with his arms around you and that’s exactly what happens.

Not bearing to stay in the hotel room any longer, the two of you quickly pack everything up and go straight home. Stripping from all your clothes you’re quick to climb under the covers and make yourself comfortable in the safety of your own bed that still only holds the sweet mixture of your and Tom’s scent. He wraps his arms tight around you as you nuzzle against his side, a hand lying flat on his chest, feeling his steady heartbeat under your palm.

“I love you,” you whisper quietly, pressing a kiss to his abdomen as he squeezes you gently.

“I love you too,” he mumbles, already half asleep, but you know his words hold the truth.

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alloftheimaginesblog · 4 years

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You’re Safe Now (Bellamy Blake x Reader)

Plot: Bellamy ventures into Mount Weather to save his friends and the girl he loves.

Character: Bellamy Blake x Female!Reader

Warnings: Mentions of blood, torture, violence. Takes place Season 2 episode 11 and onwards though changes events to suit (I’m re-watching The 100 bc I stopped at Season 4 the first time I watched it so I’m in a Bellamy mood!)

When Bellamy goes into Mount Weather, nothing could’ve prepared him for the horrors that lay ahead. Lincoln could only prepare him for the start of the journey but not the cages, not the blood transfusions, not the bone marrow torture; not any of it.

Thank god that Maya was on their side. He wouldn’t have escaped his cage without her help. He searches the cages before he leaves, it’s just Grounders in them. Bellamy demands Maya to list the names of those who are here that are his friends. He cuts her short when she says your name fifth.

“I don’t know where they keep your friends,” Maya says quietly, “I’ve checked all of these cages, over and over. They’re keeping them somewhere else.”

“Why?” Bellamy’s tone is angrier than he intended, “Where is (y/n)?”

“We haven’t seen her in four days,” Maya tells him, “Monty and Harper are missing too.” Anger surges through him burning red hot in his veins. He clenches his fists and breathes hard as he glares at the cages surrounding him. He just needs you to be okay. He needs to save you. He cannot lose you.

“Why have they separated us from the Grounders?” He asks through clenched teeth.

“There was a breach and I got caught in it, they did it on purpose because they knew that Jasper would volunteer his blood to save me. The blood of your people, the Sky People, works ten times better than that of the Grounders. They figured out that bone marrow from you allows us to walk on the ground.”

It’s a harsh realisation that hits him in the stomach causing him to take a sharp intake of breath, “They’re experimenting on us,” Bellamy realises, voice nothing more than a whisper, “They’re killing us to save themselves.” He turns to Maya who looks terrified, “We have to hurry.”

His footsteps are heavy as they go through the corridors. Maya’s a nervous wreck beside him and he knows it but he doesn’t care. He needs to find his friends, he needs to find you. Maya tells him in a hushed whisper all that she knows about the transfusions and about his friends and tells him that they need Grounder blood but more importantly Sky People blood in order to live on the ground. Bellamy was going to kill them. He was going to kill every single one of them who hurt you. He almost can’t think straight, the anger is almost too much for him to cope with.

Maya grabs his arm, she notices that he’s almost tipping himself over the edge, “We’ll get your friends out of here.” She looks sad, he notices as he allows himself to breathe deeply and calm down. She’s worried about her fate, he realises. She’s helping them escape but she can’t come with them... what will happen to her? He pushes that out of his mind, not wanting to think about it before nodding and carrying on. She glances at him out of the corner of his eye hoping that he knows what he’s doing to pull this off.

The light burns your eyes as they flash the torch on your face, “This one will have to do,” the doctor, Doctor Tsing, says.

“Looks weak,” Cage Wallace, the new President of Mount Weather, comments.

“She’ll have to do for now, your father released the others but soon we’ll have the rest of the 47 to choose from.”

“She’ll die?” Cage studies your face as you glare at him, Tsing nods and Cage shrugs, “So be it.”

Rough hands of the guards drag you out of the cage, pulling you legs first. You’re almost too weak to fight back but you try. It’s a weak attempt, one that fails very easily, as you try and kick at the guards. Your foot collides with the chin of one but the other grabs your ankles and shoves you to the ground. Your body hits the cold floor as the guards grab you and force you upwards.

Cage’s lips twist into a cruel smile as you’re brought to your feet, “I’m surprised you’ve got any fight left in you.” Your weakness didn’t stop you from being angry. They were hurting your friends, they were going to kill them after they killed you.

“Go to hell.” Your voice is a hoarse croak.

Cage grins, “Oh no, we’re going someplace better... We’re going to the ground.” He nods to the guards and they shove you forwards, towards the patient bed in the centre of the room.

You struggle feebly but the guards are too strong. They force you to lie on the bed and they strap you in, strapping you in so tightly that it even hurts to breathe. Cage and Tsing talk in the corner, you can hear them but you don’t listen. You try to control your breathing as you stare up at the concrete ceiling. Death looms over you and you know it as you clench your jaw and your fists. There’s nothing to be done now, you’re trapped and you’ll be dead in a few minutes. They knew it too, they’d taken too much from you in such a short space of time, you’d die within minutes of the procedure. They were taking your bone marrow, apparently it allowed them to walk on the ground without taking damage for the radiation. You’d tried to tell them before how the ground wasn’t that special but that was a lie. How you yearned to touch the grass, feel cool water on your skin, feel the breeze through your hair one last time... how you yearned to feel his touch one last time.

You hear the drill as they test it out and squeeze your eyes shut. Forcing yourself to drone it all out, you begin to think of your friends. You were hoping that by now they’d managed to come up with a plan to escape, even if it meant leaving you. You think of Jasper and Monty and Miller and Harper... and it isn’t long before Bellamy Blake comes into your head.

Oh, Bellamy.

Tears want to desperately fall from your eyes, burning and nipping, but you keep them shut and force yourself to stop. You wish that you could see him one last time, tell him how you truly feel. You’ve imagined that moment over and over again in your head over the last few weeks. He already knows, you know that, but he needs to hear it. You need him to hear it. The last two months, you’d spent the majority of them curled up with him, making love under the stars, talking quietly in the dark, sharing secrets you’d never told anyone... You’d spent the last two months falling in love with him so hard.

The sound of the drill began to get closer to you. This was it. You open your eyes, letting the tears fall, as you stare at the ceiling imagining space. You try so hard to picture the view from the windows, the glow of the stars, the colours...

“May we meet again,” you whisper before the drill makes contact with your skin and you begin to scream.

It’s a bloodcurdling, horrid scream that he hears and he immediately knows that it’s you. The vents are tight but he can make it but he has to move fast. Bellamy’s heart is racing, hearing your screams and the voices grow louder. He feels sick as he hears them torture you, he wants to kill them for harming you; he wants to kill them all.

“Her pulse is getting weaker, she’s dying.”

Bellamy Blake is scared as he wills himself to move faster. He sees the grate of the vent up ahead, he’s so close. Your screams fade to nothing and he clenches his jaw. Only a few more feet. He sees you through the grate and bile rises in his throat. He can’t. He can’t look at you. He refuses to look at you because he’d really lose it then.

“We’re losing her.”

“Like hell you are,” Bellamy grunts as he blasts the grate open and throws himself out into the room. The element of surprise allows him to shoot the two guards with quick ease but his gun jams when he goes to blast Cage’s head off.

They begin to fight as Tsing keeps working to extract the last of your bone marrow. Your head lulls to the side, eyes struggling to stay open as you sway on the edge of unconsciousness. You can’t figure out what’s happening as all you can focus on is trying to fight to stay awake. There’s no pain anymore, in fact, you feel numb all over. It’s cold... it’s death, you realise.

Bellamy manages to slam the butt of his gun into the side of Cage’s head, knocking him to the floor. He wasn’t dead but for now, unconscious was good enough. He had to be fast. He moves to Tsing next, unable to look at you, as she takes the syringe out of your hip.

“Let her go,” Bellamy warns her, secretly reaching his arm behind his back to find the knife in the waistband of his pants.

“I take it this one’s special to you,” she smiles sadistically, “It had to be done.”

She turns away from Bellamy, reaching for the gun on the table but Bellamy’s faster. He’s already plunged the knife into her shoulder before she can grab it. Your vision’s clouding over, unable to do anything or see anything. Bellamy needs to get you out now.

Tsing yells out, grabbing the gun and aiming for him but Bellamy has the upper hand. She’s wounded which makes her sloppy so he easily overpowers her and takes the gun before shooting. The gunshot makes your ears ring, making you gasp a deep breath of air. It pulls you back to consciousness for a couple of seconds as Bellamy pockets the gun and the knife once more before rushing to you.

You barely feel his hands as he presses down on your hip to stop the bleeding, covering it with something and he checks you over. His face comes into your line of vision as he pulls you up, drapes something around you to hide your body from others, and lifts you up. He looks down at you, talking but you’re slipping away from him. It’s almost like you’re underwater, you know he’s talking but you can’t tell what the words are.

As darkness seeps into you vision, you manage to catch a glimpse of his eyes and whisper a tiny, “Bellamy...” before falling deep into the darkness.

The sounds of muffled voices talking, no wait, shouting is what woke you up. Your eyes fluttered open groggily as you tried to move but the pain was too much. Every part of your body ached, it felt like you’d been trampled on by one hundred horses.

“It’s been thirty eight hours!” You knew that voice. Who was that?

“She’ll come round when she’s ready.” You knew that voice too.

“I just need to know she’s okay.”

“Bellamy-”

Bellamy.

You groan softly, stopping whoever it was from talking, “She’s waking up!”

Someone rushed to you, you knew it was Bellamy from his scent - gunpowder and pine, “Bellamy,” you whisper, opening your eyes. It took a moment before they adjusted and you could see his face clearly, “Bellamy.” You want to so desperately cry and he knows that.

“You’re okay, you’re safe now.” His hands caress your cheeks, “Here,” he whispers, grabbing a cup from the table and helping you drink it, “It’s water, drink.” You drink it all quickly, water had never felt so good. He fills another and you finish it, too.

“Let me check her over,” it’s Abby, you realise. She walks to you, “How are you feeling?”

“Like shit.”

Bellamy chuckles from beside you. He holds your hand as Abby checks you over. She checks your pulse, your heart, your pupils and your pain levels. She explains that you’d lost a lot of blood and a lot of fluids and that it’ll take a few days for you to feel better again, “It was touch and go for a day,” she says, “but we managed to get you stable last night.”

“What- What happened?” You look to Bellamy who glances at Abby, “How long have I been out?”

“Thirty eight hours, your body had a lot of trauma, it needed time to heal and recover... I’ll give you a while to talk,” she says before leaving the tent.

“I’ve been out for over two days?” Bellamy smiles before you look around, realising you’re back at camp, and ask, “We’re safe? I was... They were...” You look down, “They were killing me.”

Bellamy takes your hands, forcing you to look at him, “I got you out, you remember?” You nod slowly, trying to piece together the hazy details, “I got you out. You were so close to dying.” His voice was tight, like he was just barely holding it together, “I managed to get you out of the mountain in time. Abby treated you in camp while I dealt with the mountain.”

“Dealt with?”

Bellamy looks down, “There was no other way. They were going to kill us all.” He tells you what he and Clarke did, how they had to irradiate the mountain, killing every single person who wasn’t Grounder or Sky Person, “It was the only way. We had to kill hundreds of innocent people.”

You swallow, digesting the information, he looks up at you and you give him a small smile, “You’re forgiven.” It’s what he needs. He needs that forgiveness, he needs your forgiveness. He helped slaughter a bunch of innocent people and he’ll carry that guilt forever but you make it a little easier.

Abby comes back a minute later, requesting that Bellamy go help with a situation at the gate. He looks to you and you nod, “I’ll be okay.” He leaves reluctantly.

Abby gets you something to eat and replenishes your water as she helps you sit up, “You’ll start to feel better soon.”

After devouring the soup and crackers, you ask, “Where’s Clarke?” It’s a touchy subject and as soon as you ask it, you want to take it back. Abby clears her throat and looks to her hands.

It’s a minute before she talks again, “She’s- She left. She’s gone.” You want to ask why but it’s a fresh wound so you stop yourself from saying anything else about it. She helps you to lay back down, “I’ll be back in a while to check on you. Do you need anything else?”

“Bellamy,” you say quietly, “I just need Bellamy.”

You didn’t mean to fall asleep and you didn’t realise you’d fallen asleep until you woke up. Bellamy is in the chair next to your bed, reading something. You roll over and he looks at you as a smile grows on his face, “Hey, sleepy head.” Octavia had known weeks before he did, she would constantly tease him about you... how right she was when she said he loved you. He did love you, he does love you.

“How long?”

“Three hours.” He leans forwards, “You must’ve been exhausted.”

“How long have you been sitting there?”

“Three hours.”

You feel your cheeks burning, “You waited that whole time?”

Bellamy smiles at you, “I waited here thirty eight hours for you to wake up, what’s three more?” He helps you to sit up, “I needed to know that you were okay.” He scoots his chair closer to the edge of the bed, you’re only inches apart from.

You reached for him, he caught your hands easily and let you tug him to sit on the bed beside you, “I was so scared,” you tell him quietly, “I thought I was going to die.”

Bellamy could tell that you were close to crying so he gently cradled you to his chest, shushing you and telling you that you were okay. He wasn’t sure of the full extent of your torture there but he knew it was horrible. It angered him that you and so many of his friends went through that and some even died but they’d gotten you out safe. He had saved you.

“Clarke’s gone,” he murmurs, “She couldn’t deal with having to face everyone when they know that we killed all those innocent people. She did it to save us all, I did it save us all. I don’t know where she is; she doesn’t want to be found.”

“How are you?” You ask him, pulling away so that you can look at him but still holding onto him, “How are you coping?” It wasn’t just Clarke’s hand on that lever, Bellamy helped kill them too.

He could never lie to you. He shrugs, “Not slept, I’ve been staying at your side so I’ve not really faced anyone. I’ve been too worried about you to care about what the others think, honestly but... Jasper’s a mess, Monty says that he’s just been drinking non-stop.”

“Maya,” you realise. Bellamy’s head falls, “Jasper will be okay. We all will be.” You hope that’s true.

Silence falls for a minute before you say his name, “Thank you... for saving me.”

Bellamy rolls his eyes, the slightest smile on his face, “Haven’t you realised that I will always look out for you? I will always protect you.” He’s serious, he would do anything to protect you and keep you safe even if it meant getting himself killed, “You don’t realise how badly I need you to be okay.” It’s a confession that shocks you but he keeps going, needing you to hear it; needing you to believe him, “I heard you screaming when they were torturing you and it broke my heart. The whole time I was in there, my priority was you and that’s selfish that I wanted to save you first than all of our friends as well but I need you to always be safe.”

“Bell...”

“I know,” he pulls away, thinking that you’re rejecting him, “I shouldn’t have said anything.”

You grab his wrist, “When I was lying there, waiting to die, do you know what I thought of? I thought of you, Bellamy. I thought of all the things I wanted to say to you if I survived, I thought of all those nights we had together, I thought of your smile, your messy hair in the mornings, the way you moan my name... I thought of what I need to tell you.”

“Tell me what?” His voice shakes. He knows, he knows exactly what you needed to tell him but he he wants to hear you say it; he needs to hear you say it.

“I love you,” you whisper as he edges closer to you, “I am in love with you, Bellamy.”

It’s rare for Bellamy to be so open but with you, it’s always been different. He can’t stop the smile that spreads on his face. He can’t help his racing heart and the butterflies in his stomach. He feels stupid but he’s happy. For the first time in a long time, he’s happy, “I love you.”

He kisses you. It’s not like all those other times when you were rushing to take the others clothes off. It’s soft and delicate and he’s savouring every single second of this new type of intimacy. His hands cup your face as you grab onto his shirt to pull him closer. Bellamy is the one person who sends you into a flurry of emotions; your weakness.

Far too soon, he pulls away. Smiling, you press your forehead against his, closing your eyes and enjoying the happy moment together; it wasn’t often a happy moment came along. You stay like that for a long time, breathing and just enjoying the love before he clears his throat, “You should rest.” He goes to move away, unsure now of what to do.

Once more, you grab him but this time you scoot to the left and open the blanket up for him, “You should rest.”

“I need to be on watch-”

“Bellamy,” you say, “You’ve not slept in days, you’re exhausted. Come to bed.” He relents, kicking off his boots and throwing his jacket into the chair at the side of the bed. He crawls in beside you, the warmth of your body soothing his aching muscles.

He lies on his side, arm draped over your body as he presses his lips to your temple, “Thank you,” he whispers, already feeling sleep take over, “for loving me.” You’re taken aback by it but you slide closer to him, pulling his arm over you tighter.

The light snores signalled that he was already asleep. You smile, closing your eyes, “I love you, Bellamy Blake. You’re safe now.” It’s only minutes later when you fall asleep in his warm embrace.

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hstyleshoney · 4 years

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Stay With Me - part two

AU friends with benefits but things get complicated, like they always do

word count: around 8.5 K // angst, alcohol consumption, language, hints of sexual content

A/N: Wooow, I’m honestly soooo overwhelmed from the response on part one!! like thank you all so much!!!! I’m very nervous to post part 2 because I struggled with this part a lot more and I’ve edited over and over and I just don’t know.. I’m terrible at endings so I hope no one gets disappointed!! You’ve all been so nice so I really hope and want you enjoy part two as well! Happy reading! And pls do let me know what you thought about it bc I’m even more nervous this time around. Please be nice hehe

Enjoy! <3

PART 1 ♡

She never replied to Harry’s messages and nothing else really happened after that. The next few weeks went by in a bit of a haze and she didn’t see Harry except for one time when she stopped by Tom’s place with Louisa to pick up Lou’s purse that she had accidentally left there. They didn’t speak. She could barely look at him where he sat in the red armchair but when their eyes met for just a split second the evening of him kissing Cleo came flashing back to her. It was uncomfortable for everyone there and they didn't stay longer than necessary.

Then they were all just busy with exams and final projects and before anyone knew it was Christmas. She was going back home to Norwich and Harry was heading back home to Manchester. It was a nice pause from all the drama. Most of her Christmas break was spent playing cluedo with her brothers, helping her mother out in the kitchen and running away from her younger cousins. It was nice. It was fun. It was relaxing.

She didn’t think about Harry.

Not until she was on the coach back to London and she realized how badly she wanted to tell him about her neighbour's new puppy and how badly she wanted to tell him about the shitty movie she had watched with her dad because she knew he’d probably enjoy it.

And she realized that she did in fact miss him.

Then she got annoyed again. Because everything was fine between them and he just had to go on a date. A date with stupid Cleo who was so stupidly perfect and nice it was impossible to hate her.

Louisa kept trying to persuade her to talk to him because; “he’ll never know how you feel unless you say anything.”

But what was the point of telling him about her feelings when he had Cleo? If everyone else could see she was head over heels in love with him then why couldn't he see it himself? Why couldn’t he see the mess she turned into any time he was around? She refused to talk to him. She had made a mess of herself enough as it was already.

Besides, she hadn’t heard from him either so he had clearly made his choice and she wasn’t it.

Once back in London and back in her house with Lou, Beth and Aliyah she kind of forgot about him again. The girls all told her about their breaks and it was familiar and so calming. She felt just as much at home with them as she did going home to her actual family.

And no one asked about Harry so that was just a bonus.

On Friday the whole gang decided to meet up down at their favorite pub and once again she spent hours in front of her mirror preparing to see Harry again and trying to think of what to say if he was to come up to her. She was nervous. Almost as nervous as she was on her first day of uni and Louisa spent 30 minutes trying to calm her down.

It didn’t work.

The pub was packed when they arrived and they all ran into people they knew from their courses and caught up swiftly with everyone as they made their way through, trying to find the boys. Jax was the first one to spot them and leapt up to give them all a hug, spilling beer all over the floor as he moved.

Harry wasn’t with them though.

Not yet.

Him and Isaac were on their way Tom told them and her stomach was in knots as she sat there. She was waiting for him and she hated it. It frustrated her that he still had that effect on her despite everything that had happened the past few weeks. She knew the rest of them could see how much she was fidgeting in her seat but no one mentioned anything or asked her about it and for that she was thankful. It was embarrassing how everyone else seemed to know how she felt; everyone except Harry that is.

After a while the nerves got the better of her and she excused herself from the table. She wasn’t sure where she was going or what she was going to do; she just knew she couldn’t sit around waiting for Harry to show up.

So she walked over to the bar and sat down on her own for a while to collect her thoughts.

Around her the pub was loud. Everyone was laughing and having a good time catching up with their friends, sharing stories from their time off. The spirits were high but she was as low as ever. Having learned her lesson from the last time she drank while upset she decided to just order a coke and sipped at it slowly as she watched the people around the bar.

Time passed and slowly she felt a little bit better; almost ready to face the boy with curly hair who made her heart beat twice as fast. But someone approached her at the bar before she had the chance to move.

“What’s a pretty little lady like you doing all alone on a night like this?”

It was a guy. He winked at her as looked up at him and she had to stop herself from wrinkling her nose in disgust.

“What do you mean?”

“I mean, you’re way too gorgeous to be sitting all alone,” he said and leant against the countertop with a small smirk. “Someone ought to keep you company.”

“I’m good thanks,” she replied and gave him a sarcastic smile.

“Aw, c’mon,” the guy continued. He was dressed in a white t-shirt that was way too tight for him and some gray jeans equally as tight; not a look she’d rate very high. He also smelled too much of what she guessed was his aftershave and he obviously had a few too many beers because even though he was standing a few feet away from her she could tell his breath stank from it. “I promise I’m great company. Let me buy you a drink.”

“I’m sure you are,” she told him and rolled her eyes at him. “But I’m fine on my own.”

“Sassy, I like it,” he said as he took a step closer to her. She frowned at him as he did. “If you let me buy you a drink I can assure you you’re gonna have the night of your life.”

“Like I said, I’m not interested.”

“C’mooon, it’ll be fun! Just one drink and I can show you-”

“She’s not interested.”

A warm, strong hand was suddenly on her waist and her whole body froze at his familiar touch.

The guy took a slight step back as he saw Harry behind her. He was standing close to her. His chest pressed into her side. It was almost too close and she was too scared to turn around and look at him. But she knew it was him. She’d never mistake that voice or that touch.

“And who are you?” the guy asked and crossed his arms across his chest and she was sure his t-shirt was about to burst at the seams from how tight it looked.

“Doesn’t matter,” Harry replied firmly, his fingers digging into her waist slightly as he spoke. “She’s not interested, so back off.”

“Look, I dunno who you think you are-”

“Mate, just fuck off,” Harry interrupted him, already fed up. His voice was loud across the bar and it captured the interest of a few bystanders who turned their heads to look at the three of them. She blushed as they did but Harry didn't move. He stayed close to her, hand firm on her waist. The guy in front of her muttered something under his breath before finally leaving.

Then it was just the two of them. “You okay?”

“You didn’t have to do that.”

“It looked like he was bothering you so... “ Harry said awkwardly and moved so he was standing in the same spot the guy was in just moments ago. She still couldn’t find it in her to look at him and kept her gaze on the drink in front of her. For some reason she was annoyed and it was hard to pinpoint exactly what was triggering her but one thing was certain; her emotions were running wild. She hadn’t seen him for weeks and then there he was. Just like that.

“Yeah, well, I can take care of myself.”

“I know you can,” he replied quickly and tilted his head to get a better look of her. “I just wanted to help. I care about you.”

“You care about me?” she scoffed. “Sure.”

“What’s that supposed to mean?”

“Nothing.”

“Hey,” he said and reached out to touch her arm. “Can you look at me?”

And she couldn’t. She really couldn’t. It was just too much. It felt like her head was about to explode from everything she was feeling. She was happy to be near him again. She was upset. She was angry. She was nervous.

And mostly she was so aware of his hand on her arm. It was burning almost.

“Why?” was all she managed to say.

“Because I’d quite like to look at you when I’m talking to you” he revealed and gently squeezed her arm. “You’ve been avoiding me. Why?”

It was at that moment something inside her shifted. She turned to look at him and pushed his hand off her simultaneously. Harry frowned.

“Are you being serious?” she hissed. She felt dizzy for a moment and all she wanted to do was to scream out in frustration. How could he be so dumb? How did everyone else figure out why she was upset besides him?

“I- yeah. Are you mad at me?”

She had to close her eyes for a second and took a deep breath to stop herself from losing it completely. All she wanted to do was to tell him that she was in fact mad. Fuming even. But there were people around the bar, around them, still watching and she did not want to give them more of a show than they already had. Harry kept his eyes on her though and didn't seem to care that they were in the middle of a full packed pub and she couldn't help but notice how tired he looked. He had dark circles under his eyes and his curls were dull and fell flat around his face and he also had a stubble longer than she had ever seen him with before.

And if she hadn't been so annoyed with him she would’ve worried something had happened and she certainly never would’ve said what she said next.

“Fuck you Harry.”

She didn’t stay around long enough though to find out how he reacted. Instead she turned her back to him and jumped off the barstol and marched right out of the pub without looking back. It was unclear exactly what had made her speak to him like that. It wasn’t like her to tell people to fuck themselves. Especially Harry.

It was far from what she had rehearsed in her mirror before they went out.

And it wasn’t until a strong hand grabbed her and she was face to face with him again that she realized he had followed her.

“What the fuck was that?”

She pulled her hand out of his grip and crossed her arms over her chest. It was colder outside than she remembered and in her hurry to leave the pub her coat and scarf was left behind. She felt stupid standing there infront of him only in her blouse and ripped jeans, but she couldn’t really think straight and all she wanted to do was to get away from him; which was a first.

Harry on the other hand didn’t look like he was freezing one bit in his much thicker jumper. Instead he looked quite irritated with her as well; which was also a first.

“What?” she snapped and Harry exhaled deeply.

“What’s going on with you?” He asked and she had to stop herself from rolling her eyes. The logical part of her knew she was being dramatic but something inside her had sparked. Something she wasn’t used to feeling when it came to Harry but it was too late to stop it all from coming out now. The way he was acting so inconsiderate about everything that was going on, like he had no idea as to why she could possibly be upset with him, stirred an anger in her that she had held back for too long now. How could he not know by now?

“What’s wrong with me?” she snickered. “No Harry, what’s wrong with you?”

Harry’s eyes widened and he faltered slightly as he stood before her. It just made her blood boil even more; because he really had no idea why she was upset with him. A part of her wanted to march off again but another part of her remembered Louisa's words to just tell him how she felt.

So she stayed.

“Are you mad at me?” Harry asked again. This time he was more hesitant as he spoke, almost as if he didn't want to find out the answer. And now she didn't even try to stop herself and rolled her eyes at him. What a stupid question. He looked at her with careful eyes and had this been any other time she would’ve swooned over how perfectly the green in his eyes matched his lilac jumper. But now she was just too worked up to care. She didn’t even pay attention to the people going in and out of the pub who looked over at the two of them with curious eyes.

“Yes!” She practically screamed at him.

It wasn’t like her to behave like this; to argue and shout at someone. She felt stupid almost for how good it felt to finally say it outloud and to admit it not only to herself but to Harry as well. She was in fact, underneath all of the sadness, actually angry and it was nice to finally have an outlet for all her feelings. It had all been locked up inside her for too long now. Harry looked at her with narrowed eyes.

Perhaps she was being unreasonable; having an argument with him in the middle of the street, in front of a pub of all places, but she couldn’t help it. She’d most likely regret it in the morning, because she was usually avoided conflicts as much as she could since it gave her a lot of anxiety just thinking about it, but at that moment it felt too good to stop. It was liberating.

“Is this about Cleo?”

Her heart almost stopped beating then; hearing the name leave his lips made her completely lose her train of thought and suddenly, in just seconds, the sadness in her chest was so present again and the anger faltered for just a moment. It hurt to hear her name. Cleo. The girl who was everything she wasn’t. It took everything in her to stop herself from falling apart right there and then. Especially with the way he looked at her. His eyes pierced right through her soul.

But she couldn’t turn back now, so she took a breath to gather herself again.

“Yeah, it is,” she admitted.

Harry breathed in deeply and his jaw tightened as he looked up at the dark sky, collecting his own thoughts.

“Why didn’t you say anything?”

She laughed and dragged a hand through her hair in frustration.

“What was I supposed to say Harry? Tell you to not go on a date!?”

“If that’s how you felt, then yeah, you should’ve,” he responded and his voice matched hers. Harsh and taut. It was obvious her attitude had sparked something in him as well now. “Instead of biting my head off.”

“Oh, well at least I’m not the one who literally jumped from one girl’s bed to another!” It was a low shot and she knew it. A small part of her regretted it straight away but an even bigger part of her felt relieved. Relieved to finally be able to put into words everything she had felt for weeks.

“Wow, really?” Harry replied and scowled. She nodded. “You told me it was okay.”

“Yeah well,” she started and had to take her eyes off him for a second. It was overwhelming confessing to him how she actually felt about him dating someone else. Overwhelming to see him so tense and worked up. Overwhelming having an actual argument with him. Everything she felt was overwhelming; but there really was no going back now. “I guess I lied.”

“You lied?”

“Yeah.”

“You should’ve told me that and I wouldn’t ha-”

“You wouldn’t what?” she cut him off. “You left me behind like I meant nothing Harry! How do you think that makes me feel? You obviously didn’t feel the same way about it so what was I supposed to do? You wanted to go on a date and I had no right to stop you, that’s fine, whatever, it is what it is. But you didn’t have to be a dick about it.”

“When was I a fucking dick about it?”

“You literally forgot I existed after you met her.”

“I never forgot about you. I’ve tried to talk you. You’re the one who didn’t want to see me when I came over!”

She raised her hand and pointed directly at him, ready to give him another piece of her mind. Her body was shaking with emotions while her chest tightened and cheeks flushed red in anger. Her tears were dangerously close to falling at any second and she opened her mouth to speak.

Only to have nothing come out; because he was right.

He had tried.

And she didn’t know how to respond to that.

She was at a loss for words and slowly the feeling of shame and regret washed over her. She felt stupid and the way Harry looked at her now made her want to disappear. Harry dating Cleo had affected her in more ways than she ever thought it would. It hurt. It hurt so much.

It did however not give her the right to behave like this and tell him to go fuck himself. They were always just friends.They were never even close to being exclusive. She had no excuses. He didn’t owe her anything. She was never his type. She always knew that. Harry was never truly hers.

And she was lucky, because in the very same moment her tears rolled down her cheeks the door to the pub opened.

It was Louisa; who very hesitantly stepped outside to join them, and as Harry looked over at their new company she used those few seconds to quickly wipe away the small tears before he could see she was crying.

“Is everything alright out here?” Louisa wondered and looked between the two of them slowly; as if she knew exactly what was happening.

“Actually-”

“Yeah, everything is fine!” She interrupted him quickly once more before he got the chance to say anything about it and flashed Louisa a fake smile which she knew Louisa saw right through. Harry turned his attention back to her, jaw clenched shut with a look in his eyes she couldn’t really figure out. “I’m just heading home. I don’t feel too well.”

“You left your coat,” Louisa said and gestured to the beige coat in her arms.

“Oh, did I? Silly me.” She tried to laugh it off but more tears were dangerously close to falling and all she wanted to do was to get away from Harry before they did.

“Do you want me to come with you?” Louisa asked and looked at her knowingly. All she could do was nod because she didn’t trust her own voice to carry her anymore. She was too close to breaking.

And just like that Louisa linked her arms beneath hers, whispered a soft goodbye to Harry and they were on their way back home. She on the other hand didn’t say a single thing as they left and kept her eyes on the ground. She didn’t dare to look at him and her tears spilled over the second her back was turned to him and she leaned into Louisa. Her body felt so heavy and with every step she took she worried she might just fall over from how much her heart ached.

It took them a little awhile to get home but once they did Louisa made her a cup of tea and they sat down together in the living room. She felt empty. Everything she had felt earlier; the nervousness, the anger, the frustration, the sadness... it was all gone now. There was just nothing.

Louisa tried to talk to her a few times, but quickly figured that it was better to just leave her be for the time being. They sat together though and watched whatever random show it was that was on the television in stillness. She couldn’t take anything in. Nothing was registering in her head. Her mind was blank, with one exception. Harry.

She had never intended to get in a fight with him. She couldn’t stop replaying the fight in her head. Everything she had told him was how she felt, there was no denying that, but she wished she could’ve said it a bit nicer and not been so hostile towards him. Because it didn’t help the situation. Nothing was going to get better by shouting at each other. It was just so pointless the whole thing. She had exploded and she wasn’t proud of it. It was far from how she had imagined seeing Harry again would go.

Sure there wasn’t a version in her head that ended up with him wanting her again but never did she think she’d end up storming off the way she had. She had at least hoped that she would be able to be in the same room as him again after tonight but now she wasn’t so sure she ever would be.

She was incredibly grateful Louisa had come out when she did and stopped the argument before it turned uglier. She never would’ve made it home without her help.

But there was one thing that did in fact alarm her about Louisa's disruption and that was the fact that Louisa was ready to leave the second she stepped outside.

Which could only mean one thing - they had all witnessed the fight from the inside.

The fact that all their friends had seen and knew that something had happened between the two of them was more embarrassing to her than all the strangers that had seen and passed them on the street. Their friends had all seen her lose control over her emotions and it made her incredibly uncomfortable knowing they had. She didn’t know how she would ever be able to face them all again without wanting to sink through the floor.

It didn’t take very long until she had to see two of them though. Beth and Aliyah came home barely an hour after her and Louisa. They didn’t say anything about the argument at first. They just got themselves a cup of tea and joined them on the sofa.

It was Beth who eventually broke the silence when the end credits of the show they were watching came on.

“How are you?” she asked.

She didn’t reply at first. There were no words good enough to describe how she was feeling and she wasn’t even sure exactly what she was feeling; so she stayed silent and kept her eyes on the television.

“You can talk to us, you know that right?” Louisa said softly. “We’re here for you.”

“Yeah, Harry is the one being a twat,” Aliyah chimed in.

“Aliyah” Beth groaned.

“What? It’s true!”

It was exactly at that moment she broke her silence and let out a laugh. A laugh that little by little turned into a sob. Her three friends were all quick to her side and embraced her in the best way they could.

And then she told them everything.

About how Harry had first ended up in her bed, how she first thought she had her feelings under control, how he always left jumpers out for her to wear in the morning, how much it hurt her when he told her about the date with Cleo, how much she had missed him during Christmas, how he had stepped in during her encounter with the guy at the bar, how she had told him to go fuck himself and everything else that was said between them before Louisa exited the pub.

“One thing I don’t understand is how Harry missed all of this,” Beth said when she was finished and handed her a new fresh tissue to wipe her tears away. “He’s always so observant about everything that's going on around him and considerate, like I just don’t get it. We all thought he liked you.”

“He’s a fuckboy in disguise, that’s why,” Aliyah fumed and got another dirty look from Beth. “Ugh, c’mon, he is. It’s a shitty thing to do to.”

“He did look quite miserable when he came back inside.”

“Has he even apologized?”

“I don’t blame him,” she spoke quietly and interrupted her two friends. “Cleo is gorgeous.”

“So are you.”

“Not like her,” she sighed and looked down at her hands.

After Harry had stayed over at her place for the first time she couldn’t believe a guy like him even wanted to be with a girl like her. She thought he was just being friendly before that because they were in the same group of friends. But every time she woke up next to him it became more and more real to her. Every time they went home together kept her daydreaming about a future she knew would never exist. She got addicted to his touch and a losing game of love.

Now she couldn’t help but feel like a fool for ever thinking he could be hers. She hurt herself more than anything for putting herself in that situation to begin with. Maybe if she had just stopped thinking about what it would’ve been like to introduce Harry to her mother she could’ve saved herself from this heartbreak.

Or maybe if she had listened to Louisa in the first place none of this would’ve happened and Harry would’ve just been a simple one-night stand. But she got lost in him as soon as she saw him even though she was nothing more than a friend to him.

She was simply put defenceless against him.

“Stop it. Anyone would be lucky to be with you. You’re amazing.”

“Yeah, there’s plenty of fish in the sea.”

Aliyah gasped.

“You should get back on Tinder!” she exclaimed excitedly with wide eyes. “Go on a date with some hottie and forget all about stupid Harold.”

“I don’t know if I’m really ready for that yet,” she replied sadly.

“That’s okay,” Louisa smiled. “There's no rush. You’ve got all the time in the world to meet someone.”

She tried to give her a weak smile in return but it was near impossible. She felt completely drained after the evening she’d had.

And yet when she crawled into bed later on she was wide awake. With every breath she took she felt her anxiety grow. She couldn’t relax. It was impossible to think about something else. Her mind kept wandering to Harry no matter how much she tried to stop it. Did he ever think of her? Had he ever imagined it was her when he was laying next to Cleo? Did he miss her? Or was she just someone to keep him company during the cold dark nights?

The girls had all told her the aching in her chest would get better but she didn’t want to wait for things to change. She wanted things to be like how they used to. She wanted her sheets to smell like him again. She wanted to feel him run his fingers down her back and have him curled up next to her. If anyone told her she could get anything she wanted in the world; her only answer would be him.

And then there was a soft gentle knock on her door that brought her back from the dark hole she was making for herself. Aliyah peaked in carefully.

“You asleep?”

“No. ”

“Can I come in?”

“Mhm” She nodded and Aliyah stepped in and closed the door behind her before coming over to her bed and sat down.

“Look, I kinda just wanted to apologize if I sounded harsh earlier. I didn’t mean to. It’s just…” Aliyah fidgeted with the ends of her sleeves and sighed. “I hate seeing my friends upset, you know? Especially over some stupid boy. I just want you to be happy because you deserve it more than most people I know and I’m sorry if I pushed the Tinder thing. I know I can come off as quite unsympathetic sometimes but I didn’t mean to make you uncomfortable or anything. I understand that it might be a bit too early. I’m sorry.”

“I don’t think you’re unsympathetic Aliyah,” she told her and for the first time that evening she managed to crack a small genuine smile. “I’m really glad I have you in my life. I don’t know what I’d do without you and I wish I could just put myself out there... I just don’t know how to.”

“You’ll figure it out eventually.”

“What if I don’t want to figure it out?”

“Well,” Aliyah started and scooted over to lay next to her. “No matter what happens or what you decide, you’ll always have us.”

Aliyah stayed in her room for the rest of the night and they talked about everything that didn’t involve Harry.

And with the help of her friend her mind got a small distraction and she eventually dozed off into a dreamworld where Harry had never gone on a date and still made her breakfast in the morning.

A week later she got tired of being so exhausted from going to sleep with such a heavy heart and decided it was time to stop feeling so sorry for herself. She had spent most of her week at home studying, throwing herself into her books more than ever before. She only left her house to go to her lectures and decided to not join the others down at the pub for quiz night.

She didn’t want to risk running into Harry.

However when her roommates came back home they told her Harry hadn’t showed up either and she could only think of one reason he hadn’t; he was with Cleo.

So with the help from her friends she set up a new profile on Tinder and started swiping. If he could move on then so could she. They spent the whole night reading and going through different guys profiles, swiping left and right. When her phone notified her later that she had a new message she threw her phone at Aliyah in panic who took over and stepped in without hesitation.

And that was how she ended up on a date.

His name was James.

She nearly had a nervous breakdown while she waited for him to show up; only for him to walk in looking like a model fresh off the runway. Her jaw almost dropped and she was a sweaty mess when he approached her and kissed her on her cheek. He was handsome. Almost too handsome; and he knew it.

But he was nice.

He was actually very nice, and polite. They had lots of things in common and there was never an awkward moment of silence between them. They talked all night about everything from what their favorite film was to silly stories about their childhood. She told him about how her brothers used to cover her in bubble wrap and use her as a human punch bag and how they were always punished for the mischief she got up to because their parents thought she was just too innocent and pure. Perks of being the youngest child and only girl she used to call it. She made him laugh and she felt proud. Confident even. He also made her laugh. He made her blush and he made her feel comfortable. The date was nice and it was exactly what she needed after everything that had happened.

There was absolutely nothing wrong with James. He didn’t have a single flaw.

... he just wasn’t Harry.

No matter how badly she wanted to like James her heart wouldn’t let her.

On the bus back home she felt guilty because James was such a nice guy and she had spent their whole date thinking about someone else. Harry was still so present in her heart and mind. She had compared the two of them all night. She couldn’t help herself. James didn’t have a single tattoo. He had shorter hair. It wasn’t curly. Not even wavy. He had a beard. Bright blue eyes. A different parfyme. A different accent. He didn’t wear any rings.

And all of it just made her realize how badly she wished it had been Harry. It was frustrating how easy he had just replaced her with Cleo while she couldn’t even go on one date with a perfectly good boy like James without thinking about his pretty curls and beautiful green eyes.

She was completely head over heels for Harry.

She sighed and leaned her head against the window of the bus and watched the small drops of water run down the glass. There was a light drizzle outside and it matched her mood quite nicely she thought and chuckled. Her life was just a big stupid cliche. If only she hadn’t been so scared from the start. If only she hadn’t suppressed her feelings for him for so long. If only she could’ve admitted how she felt earlier. Then maybe none of this would've happened. Maybe she would’ve had a chance.

She missed him.

That was the worst part. She missed being close to him; missed feeling his skin on hers.

But most of all she missed just talking to him.

Now they hadn’t spoken in months, except for the fight and she didn’t want to count that because it made her sick just thinking about it. The fight had made things worse and it was so stupid. If it wasn’t for the fight and the fact that she had a habit of avoiding her problems when it became too much they could’ve talked things through and at least had a chance to keep their original friendship. It would’ve hurt seeing him with Cleo but she was starting to feel like it was a lot worse not having him in her life at all.

And maybe it was the three pints of beer she had consumed during her date or the fact that James had made her feel a bit confident or maybe it was just the simple fact that she missed Harry that made her decide to go face her problems.

So instead of getting off the bus at her usual stop she waited three more before getting off.

And she ended up outside Harry’s building.

It wasn’t until after she had knocked on his door that she realized what a terrible idea this probably was. She didn’t even know if he was home. What if Cleo was there? What was she even supposed to say? She had no idea. Harry might not even want to see her.

Her head was spinning but it was nothing compared to how she felt when the door opened and Harry was standing in front of her.

“Hi” she breathed out. Harry’s eyes widened in surprise as he saw her.

“Hey?” he replied and she felt a little bit awkward standing there as he stared at her with a puzzled look across his face.

“Um, is this a bad time?” She felt light-headed and her heart was beating so hard inside her chest it almost hurt. She was scared; because if he shut her out now she might just pass out on the floor right in front of him.

“No, no of course not,” he answered quickly and ran a hand through his hair in an attempt to flatten the wild curls on his head. He stepped a little to the side. “Do you wanna come inside?”

“Sure,” she nodded in relief. A tiny bit of hope sparked in her as he invited her inside; hope of what exactly she didn’t know but at least he hadn’t slammed the door in her face and that was always something. She followed him and felt her knees weaken as his familiar scent washed over her.

Isaac sat on the sofa and looked over at her in surprise as they passed. She nodded a shy ‘hello’ towards him and he greeted her back with a small wave. It wasn’t as hard as she had imagined it to be to see Isaac again after everything and it made her somewhat relaxed for what was to come.

Harry led her to his bedroom to get some privacy and she just couldn’t stop looking at him. She had spent all night wishing James was Harry and now here she was; standing right infront of him. He looked just as perfect as he always did. It took all of her willpower to stop herself from throwing herself over him. She wanted to feel his arms around her more than anything but she couldn’t and she had to stop imaging it because she was only making it harder for herself.

“What are you doing here?” He was the first one to break the silence. Her first instinct was to make up some story about how she was just randomly in the neighbourhood and lie about her reasons for knocking on his door so late. But lying wouldn’t make anything better and she had, for probably the first time ever, pushed herself to go face her troubles instead of going the other way.

She had simply come too far to lie now.

“I eh... ” she swallowed the big lump in her throat and took another deep breath, trying to calm herself down. “I came to apologize for how I behaved the other weekend.”

“You don’t have to apologize,” Harry said softly.

“I want to,” she insisted. They were both still standing, neither of them taking their eyes off the other. It was awkward and she had no idea what to say next. She hadn’t really thought it through. All she knew was that she didn’t want this to end in tears. She didn’t want to shout and storm off. She wanted closure.

Harry nodded slowly and waited for her to continue. He had the yellow jumper on. The one she had borrowed so many times before. It made her heart skip a beat. “It was unnecessary of me. It was just hard to come to terms with everything I suppose. I don’t know... It felt like you kinda just forgot about me.”

“I didn’t,” Harry assured her and took a step forward to come closer to her but stopped himself before he could reach her, uncertainty written all across his face. “I could never forget about you. I’m really sorry I made you feel like I did.”

“Do you like her?”

“What?”

“Cleo. Do you like her?”

Harry didn’t say anything. He just looked at her, taking in every inch of her and she felt her blood rush to her cheeks. Time was frozen and it was so quiet between the two of them. She could hear cars passing by on the street below them and how the light drizzle had shifted and was now pouring down. It was hard to breathe with him right there because she couldn't figure out whether he was happy to see her again or not.

And when Harry still didn’t say anything the panic inside her started rising and she felt like the biggest idiot in London for even asking such a thing. “I mean,” she started and had to clear her throat before continuing. Her voice was shaky as she spoke and she didn’t know where to look; because looking at Harry just wasn’t an option anymore. He made her too anxious. What a stupid idea. “I totally understand if you do. She’s obviously so beautiful and you two look really good together and like I always knew you didn’t like me in that way and that’s okay, because I’m not like Cleo. I know that she’s prettier than me. I just miss you, and us. I don’t know. This is weird I shouldn’t have come I’m sorry I should g-”

She never got the chance to finish her nervous rambling.

Because within a matter of seconds Harry had moved from where he was standing, cupped her face and pressed his lips to hers. It all happened so fast her mind didn’t get the chance to understand what had happened at first. She just stood there in shock.

But as she realized Harry was indeed kissing her she melted right into him. His lips were warm and rough against hers. Everything else faded away the second their lips met. She didn’t have time to think about whether she should even be kissing him or not. It just felt so familiar she could cry. Her hands quickly found his hips and pulled him even closer, wanting him as close to her as physically possible. Kissing Harry again was so arousing and she needed it. She needed all of it.

It started out as a small and innocent kiss but when neither of them made an attempt to pull away from each other it deepened. His lips moved with hers with eagerness and she couldn’t get enough. She wanted all of him and despite having kissed him many times before it was like nothing she had ever experienced. She had spent weeks dreaming about kissing him again but it was nothing compared to the real thing; to actually be kissing him again.

Harry pulled back for a second to breath but she pulled him back in just as fast. He laughed lightly as she did but she didn’t care if she came off as desperate. She was. She couldn’t get enough of him. Lust had taken over her completely.

Harry’s fingers slipped through her hair and he deepened the kiss further, and her stomach fluttered when he swiped his tongue across her lower lip. She inhaled sharply as their tongues met. Her whole body was on fire. Harry groaned into her mouth and moved his hand down to her hips. He had a tight grip on her as he pushed her backwards towards his bed.

She fell back and landed on the bed with a gasp. Harry stood before her breathing heavily. His lips damp and begging to be kissed again. She reached out to pull him down to join her, already missing his touch, but he stopped her.

“Are you okay with this?” he panted and looked down at her with concerned eyes. The tension around the room was high and hot. She couldn’t really think. She could hardly breathe. Everything felt like a dream. It was hard to grasp what was actually going on and how they had gotten to this point, but she was okay.

“Yeah,” she whispered and extended her hand towards him. Both of them were breathing heavily while staring at each other. Nothing else mattered in that moment. She forgot about everything that had happened as she tugged at his arm, wanting him to join her. “I just want you to stay with me” she whispered and it was the most vulnerable she had ever felt.

His body was warm on top of hers as he joined her on the bed. He gently brushed a strand of hair away from her face and leaned down and placed a light kiss on her cheek. Then her other cheek. A kiss on her forehead. On her nose. Her jaw. Her neck.

Before he reached her lips he pushed himself up and looked down at her.

“You’re so beautiful,” he breathed.

Then he reconnected their lips.

She sighed happily into him and let her hands explore his body. He kissed her gently and slowly, but she didn’t want him to be gentle, not now; not after missing his touch for so long. She rolled her hips against his and he groaned again. She felt high. Every touch from him gave her goosebumps. It had been too long.

Her fingers finally found their way in under his jumper and Harry’s kisses became more urgent and hot. His skin was so smooth under her fingertips and it was almost intimidating touching him again, yet it felt so right.

It was Harry’s top that came off first.

Then hers.

And then they were naked; moving together like it was the most natural thing in the world.

Skin to skin. Pressed tightly together. His hair tickled the side of her face as he moved over her and she left kisses anywhere she could reach. Desperate to feel all of him. A low moan came from him as she raised her hips to meet his.

And when her body later exploded in pleasure he held her close while she buried her face into his neck to muffle her cries.

They laid in silence after that. She rested her head on his bare chest as he stroked her back lightly. He pressed a lingering kiss on the top of her head and she didn’t really know what to say next. She had gone there hoping that they could move past everything and at least be friends. She never expected them to sleep together and now she didn't really know what to think of it.

Regret was slowly building up inside her because what if it didn’t mean anything to him? What if he still wanted Cleo? Maybe he still just saw her as a friend and just slept with her because he felt sorry for her.

But laying in Harry’s arms again felt like a dream and if it was the last time she got to do so she didn’t want to ruin it. She didn’t want to risk them arguing again; didn’t want him to tell her it was all a mistake. Not yet.

Instead she kept quiet, despite being even more confused about their situation than before. She was just too scared of what his answer to everything might be.

So she laid awake all night trying to come up with what to say to him once they woke up the next day and had yet another sleepless night, even with Harry right next to her.

Harry was gone when she woke up and her heart sunk a little when she noticed. She had managed to eventually get a few hours of sleep but she felt far from well rested, and it was disheartening to wake up and not find Harry next to her. She’s not sure what she expected. She had woken up alone in his bed many times before. Harry was an early riser and she just wasn’t. But now it just made the regret in her grow. She should’ve just gone home. It felt more and more like a mistake for every minute she stayed in his bed, and it was hard to find the motivation to get up and face reality.

His yellow jumper was folded and sat neatly at the end of the bed, almost like it was waiting for her. She couldn’t stop staring at it. She wanted to put it on more than anything and feel the soft fabric on her skin again; relish in his scent. It was so tempting, but she couldn’t. It didn’t feel appropriate.

She forced herself out of his bed and took a deep breath, trying to remember what her mom had taught her about mindfulness. She really should’ve read more of the books she had been given.

Her own clothes felt cold and stiff when she put them on. The warmth of the yellow jumper taunted her from it was sat and she tried to ignore the thought of just putting it on for a second.

Just breathe.

Harry was sat on the sofa when she found the courage to leave the safety of his bedroom. The flat was quiet and if she hadn’t seen him as soon as she stepped out she would’ve worried she was all alone. She tried to see if Isaac was anywhere near but couldn’t see him. It was just Harry, and he was too invested in the book he had in his lap to notice that she was approaching him.

It wasn’t until she sat down in the armchair opposite him that he realized she had actually gotten up and joined him.

“Oh, good morning,” Harry said and sat up a little straighter as soon as he saw her. He brushed off a few crumbs that was stuck on the front of his hoodie from breakfast in an attempt to look more presentable and put his book away.

A heavy silence settled over them almost straight away.

“Morning,” she replied quietly; wanting the awkwardness between the two of them to fade away. She nervously tucked a strand of her hair behind her ear and tried to ignore the nausea that clawed at her throat.

“Did you sleep well?” Harry asked and shifted uncomfortably in his seat. He couldn’t really look at her as he spoke and it didn’t help her feel better about the situation.

“Not really,” she admitted. Harry frowned a little and her stomach was in knots as they just sat there. It was their first morning together that was so awkward, not even their first morning together had been this uncomfortable. It didn’t feel right.

“Can I get you anything? Tea?”

“No, thank you.”

They both knew they needed to talk. The tension in the room said it all. It was obvious. She just didn’t know where to start and she was still too afraid to learn about the reasons he kissed her. He could’ve just kissed her because he wanted their old arrangement again. Friends with benefits. Maybe that was all she was to him.

Her heart wouldn’t be able to take it.

Then out of nowhere she remembered Cleo. Harry was with Cleo. She had forgotten all about the stunning girl with perfekt skin as Harry kissed her last night. It made her feel sick now, sick and dirty. She also felt a little angry again because it wasn’t fair of Harry to kiss her and sleep with her when he had Cleo. “You never answered my question last night,” she said flatly.

“Huh?”

“You never answered my question,” she said again and this time she looked right into his eyes as she spoke. The confident that made her come over in first place sparked a little inside her again. She didn’t want Harry to be with her if he had someone else. It wasn’t the type of relationship she wanted with him.“Do you like Cleo?”

Harry looked up and met her eyes after that and she held her breath waiting for his answer. She didn’t know what she would to do if he said yes.

Harry took a deep breath and licked his lips.

“No. I don’t.” His eyes never left hers. “I haven’t seen her since before Christmas.”

“Oh.”

She could feel her heart in her throat. He hadn’t seen Cleo since before Christmas. That meant he wasn’t seeing her when they fought which also meant this mess could’ve been sorted weeks ago if she hadn’t lost her control. How fucking stupid. “Why didn’t you say anything earlier?”

“I didn’t think you wanted to talk to me. You seemed like you wanted some space, wasn't gonna force you to.” Harry was calm as he explained. His voice was still a little raspy from sleep and he looked so warm and soft were he sat opposite her in his hoodie and matching sweatpants. Her head was spinning.

There were so many things she wanted to bring up and now when she kew that he wasn’t with Cleo anymore everything changed. Harry didn’t have anyone and he had kissed her last night; he had done more things than just kiss her and it was scary to think that maybe he had just done it because he was lonely and wanted some company. Maybe he had just been with her because he wanted to continue their friends with benefits thing until he found a new Cleo.

Maybe he would leave her again.

And it was scary to think about losing him to someone else. She couldn’t go through that again.“I heard you went on a date yesterday,” Harry acknowledged and cleared his throat to get her attention. It snapped her out of her thoughts. “How was it?”

“It was good,” she confessed.

Harry’s jaw tightened and he nodded slowly, a sour expression on his face, and she was a little taken aback by it. Was he jealous? It was something she had never thought about before; Harry being jealous about her dating someone else.

She couldn’t help but feel a little pleased at how he reacted hearing about her date as he took a deep long breath through his nose. It was about time he got to hear about her dates rather than the other way around. But she also decided to not leave out the most important thing. “He wasn’t for me though.”

“Yeah?”

“Yeah,” she confirmed and watched as Harry struggled to hold back a smile. It made her heart flutter and for once she didn’t feel so insecure about the situation she was in. “So, how come you broke things off with Cleo?”

She was still nervous though. The knots in her stomach were still there, along with a bunch of butterflies, and her fingers ached to reach out and touch him. It was close to impossible to not think ahead at this point but she tried her best, because she didn’t want to be left disappointed.

“She wasn’t for me,” he said. His eyes twinkled as he spoke and she noticed him shift in his seat again. This time she was the one who could’t hold back her smile.

Silence fell between them again but it was nowhere near as tense and uncomfortable as before. She knew her cheeks were flushed; she felt hot and light-headed. All she really wanted to do was scream out that she wanted him to be hers. She was tired of dancing around the subject and she wanted, needed, to know if he wanted her too. “I never should’ve dated Cleo,” Harry said and swallowed hard. She sat on the edge of her seat. “It was stupid, and the fact that you thought I forgot about you kills me. I could never forget about you. You’re too special to be forgotten"

“Why?”

“Why what?”

“Why was it stupid to date Cleo?”

“Doesn’t really seem fair to her when I’m in love with someone else.”

“Who?”

She had to ask. Her whole body trembled in anticipation and she was terrified despite having no real reason to be anymore. At least she hoped she didn’t. She didn’t want to be wrong.

“It’s you.”

And that was all it took for her to literally jump to her feet and throw herself over him. She accidentally knocked her nose into his going in for a kiss and it was sloppy and it was clumsy but she didn’t care. Not even a little. Neither did Harry.

Because at that moment nothing else mattered. Harry was in love with her. He wasn’t with Cleo; she wasn’t for him. He had told her so himself.

He was hers.

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skipppppy · 2 years

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🤥 💤 ☀️ 🎭

Okie these ones look fun! Answers are under the cut to spare the tl from my ramblings

(From this ask game)

🤥- Are they good liars? Do they have tells to show that they’re lying?

Aria’s lying skills were never particularly good at the start of the show, but after being sent to the Fright Zone she was forced to get good at it for her own safety. She mostly lied to keep other people out of hot water with Hordak (mostly Catra), and she would occasionally botch production files to tamper with the Horde’s resources. I can’t imagine her having any specific tells, but her ears flicker when she’s nervous, so it wouldn’t be too hard to make a conclusion from there.

(Fun fact! Aria actually knew that Scorpia ran away to join the rebellion in Season 4, and lied to cover for her. Unfortunately, Scorpia was the only one who knew what had REALLY happened to Entrapta, and she didn’t tell Aria because she was scared she’d go running to Hordak and Catra would get hurt because of it. However, by keeping her in the dark and leaving (while being the only witness), she essentially gave Catra the perfect opportunity to pin the blame on Aria, which inevitably led to her bearing the brunt of Hordak’s rage. So yeah. She wasn’t exactly Scorpia’s biggest fan after she found out about THAT)

💤- Do they fall asleep easily? What helps them sleep?

Between raising 4 younger brothers, being a royal advisor/lab assistant to Entrapta, and co-running the Horde under the constant threat of torture, it’s safe to say that Aria’s sleep schedule is NONEXISTENT. Like it got to the point where it was a threat to her physical health. In the Fright Zone she was routinely going for days without sleeping because she was so busy balancing paperwork and helping Hordak. Like it got to the point where people would find her slumped over in the most random places bc she would just…pass out from exhaustion. Double Trouble had to carry her unconscious body to bed MULTIPLE times

Even when she DOES have the time to sleep, it can take her hours because she’s so stressed out that her mind refuses to settle down. It wasn’t until Horde Prime intervened that she actually managed to get some rest; for the first few weeks on his Flagship he basically dumped like 15 weighted blankets on top of her and went “you have 30 years of sleep deprivation to catch up on will you PLEASE get some sleep” and then she finally did!

(Also I know it’s cliche but the only thing that actually helps Aria get to sleep? Snuggling. She’s a poor, touch starved little baby bird and she needs to be held so she can relax properly!!)

☀️- Are they a morning person? What’s the first thing they do in the morning?

Yes! On the occasions that Aria gets time to herself and isn’t passed out from exhaustion, she actually loves getting up at sunrise. She’s definitely an early bird, more so out of habit than anything else. Her morning routine probably consists of hot tea and reading a few chapters of her favourite book in her garden…or while snuggling in bed if Horde Prime is with her 😳

🎭- Do they act differently around certain people? What’s different between the way they act around friends, family, strangers, etc?

ABSOLUTELY. Aria is notoriously good at pushing her feelings down, especially in front of people she doesn’t know very well. Around strangers/acquaintances she’s perfectly cordial, but she restrains the whole “nurturing” aspect of her personality so she doesn’t come across as overbearing. When she’s with close friends and family, she plays the whole “mom friend” act as much as she possibly can. Even with people she considers herself close to, she still prefers not to show her vulnerabilities; she’s been mistreated one too many times by those she trusted. She definitely prefers to be the one who others come to for support, as a small part of herself still thinks that people will be less likely to hurt her if she’s useful to them.

In terms of her truest, most authentic self, Horde Prime was the first and one of the only people to see her in that form. She finally allowed herself to be cared for when she was with him; all the “ugly” emotions she tried to repress were never hidden. He let her be angry, and tired, and bitter, she never had to make herself palatable out of fear that he’d abandon her. After he died, she realised just how tiring it was trying to make herself likeable, and she became more comfortable being that version of herself in front of others. That kind, nurturing side to her would never really return though. She did find love again, and she still cared deeply about those closest to her; but the doe eyed-disney princess-bake cookies for your best friends-esque persona died alongside Horde Prime.

#thank you for the ask!!! i love doing these 🥰🥰#spop oc #aria #she ra oc

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can we get a thing where the day before, steve and billy had an almost kiss and then billy ran away and avoids steve. the next day steve finds billy out in the quarry at night drunk off his ass and steve is like “stop avoiding me! you can’t hide who you are” and billy just keeps drinking and kinda crying and steve’s like “what? you wanna hit me to feel like a man? do it coward!” and then billy does and he hits steve but then he breaks down and steve gets up and tells him it’s okay and kisses him

Hi Billy would 150% do this bc he’s Dumb and Scared and Anxiety Ridden.

TW: internalized homophobia, swearing, light blood

Like……. The boy…………………………….. Is terrified.

The boy has fear in his bloodstream and he doesn’t know what to do about being in love bc he’s had crushes on boys, sure. Back in Cali he knew where to go and who to talk to. There was a lot less (metaphorical) broken glass to be wary of in Cali. he knew he wasn’t going to get tarred and feathered out in San Diego.

But like….. He’s falling in love.

And damn is it terrifying. It’s completely terrifying.

And some part of him feels like it’s not supposed to feel this way. He’s not supposed to get this much anxiety over having Emotions but there’s a hell of a lot of stuff that has led to him getting freaked the fuck out over this so…. Yeah. here he is.

He’s been hanging out with Steve for a couple of months now, laughing and enjoying himself and poking fun at the boy and it’s been a lot but it’s been fun as hell and maybe that’s the scariest part?? Is how fun it’s been.

Bc everything that’s fun has to stop. Life isn’t constant fun or constant pain, it’s mostly constant emptiness. That’s how Billy has seen it. Felt it. Constant emptiness with a swirl of pain folded in, sprinkled with some fun on top. Not a lot of promise, not a lot of hope, not a lot of excitement, just something There. Something to keep him bobbing above water.

But this has been fun. Running around at night on the streets is fun. Driving fast down the straightaways near the farmhouses on the outskirts of town is fun. Visiting 24 hr. diners with greasy food that gives him a stomach ache is fun. Blasting music as they race through the night or as they walk through the streets or as they sit in the woods and smoke like they’re not afraid of the dark, not when they have the flames of their lighters, is just so much fucking fun.

But the thing is, now he can’t look into Steve’s eyes without wanting to drown in them. He doesn’t wanna just barely bob above the water anymore, he wants to sink in. He always thought the sinking was the pain but hey, maybe now the water he’s treading is the fun. The excitement. The thrill he just has to succumb to. Maybe the pain is being pulled out of that. Away from that. Not being given that.

The thing is, he can’t let himself drown in it bc he needs to stay cautious. Alert. In a shit town like this, people are the scariest things. There are actual monsters that look like fucking eldritch horrors and people are still the scariest things of any small town in the Midwest. That’s how Billy sees it.

But…

But this new home Billy has, with Hop and El... is like… making him feel safe or some shit. Making him feel good. Feel comfortable. Feel at home.

And it makes him a little dumb.

Dumb enough to let himself make stupid decisions. To get drunk off the light of the evening as it hits Steve so prettily. As the smoke of the joint they’re sharing floats it’s way out of Steve’s pursed lips and into the air. Slips around the warm breeze like it’s a waltz but Billy’s barely paying attention to that bc the real art is Steve’s fucking mouth. His eyes as they flutter a bit in the orange setting sun. the dark fan of his eyelashes on his pale cheekbones. The way he leans back, tilts his head back, chuckles a little into the light of the setting sun like he always does bc weed makes him giggly and free.

And Billy just can’t fucking take it anymore.

“Do you think bugs get scared?” Steve asks.

It’s that chocolate hair. It’s gotta be. When it breaks loose from its hold and starts to fall into his face. When a soft, little strand gets caught at the corner of his mouth and he smiles. He always smiles when that happens. Licks at it a little sometimes when he’s really high out of his mind bc he thinks it’ll help dislodge it. It drives Billy out of his mind.

“Not scared… what’s the word….” Steve continues.

It’s his eyes. Those doe eyes. Fucking Bambi-like doe eyes. The boy could be a goddamn Disney character. It’s almost sickening. Billy’s so obsessed with those eyes he thinks he’s been poisoned. There has to be some kind of spell. There’s no way he’s lost his cool this hard just because of a normal boy with normal eyes. They’re different. Special. Some kind of fucking witchcraft.

“Like when you’re all worried and stressed…” Steve is still going on.

It’s everything. It’s his fucking hair and his eyes and his eyebrows and his nose and his chin and his cheekbones and his lips holy shit his lips. He didn’t want to get caught up in his lips like that but just... . just the sight of them. They look so soft and warm and inviting and pliable. So pink like there’s gloss on them or something. They always look like that. He’s always licking and biting at them for whatever reason. Billy’s pretty sure it’s to drive him nuts.

“Anxiety. Do you think bugs get anxiety?” Steve’s still talking.

It’s absolutely everything. It’s what his lips do that draws Billy in. It’s the little smile that curls across them, it’s the way they’re bitten when Steve is nervous, it’s the way they’re licked when Steve is thinking hard about something. It’s the things they say, like the jokes they make and the compliments they pay. It’s the things behind them and inside of Steve that really melt Billy and seriously, maybe that’s the scariest part. This isn’t just physical. It’s not just because Steve is pretty.

It’s because Steve is special. Every part of him is special. The way he talks and looks and acts and carries himself is so fucking special. AND pretty.

“Something interesting worth looking at, curly?” Steve’s voice is so far away it’s too far away.

He’s so goddamn pretty. So pretty it’s magnetic and Billy’s being pulled in, dragged in, pushed in, rushed in. So pretty it’s insane and honestly? Should be illegal but Billy’s not gonna sit here and complain. He’ll become a fugitive with this boy- the prettiest boy in Hawkins.

He’s being pulled in and his eyes are lidded bc he’s so fucking amazed and he’s sitting up and Steve is sitting up with his head turned to face him and Billy needs to touch. Needs it so much, so badly, especially now that they’re so close they’re sharing each other’s breath and-

“Uh… Billy?” Steve asks on a whisper on Billy’s tongue.

… Shit.

That’s what breaks him out of it.

His mouth is open slightly, waiting for something he can’t give himself now bc shit shit shit he’s too close. He’s so close Steve is breathing on his mouth right now, right onto his tongue he’s too close.

His breath is labored and in an instant, he’s pulling away. Leaning back so far and so suddenly that he nearly falls backwards and he can just vaguely make out Steve looking for all the world shocked out of his mind.

Billy scrambles.

He’s usually pretty graceful and sure of his movements but at this very moment he’s become a newborn colt. He’s all limbs and wobbly knees fueled by one viciously racing heart as he scrambles up and into his car, ignoring Steve all the way, not even registering until he’s halfway home that the boy was yelling about not having a ride back.

He walks into the house a storm of fear and… and anxiety. Right now Billy knows for fucking sure that bugs don’t get anxious bc he has all of the world’s anxiety in his chest and that is not overdramatic, thank you. he snaps at Hop and refuses to eat dinner and wraps himself in a blanket and just barely remembers to change out of his jeans before he’s rushing to the bathroom to shuck all of his clothes off and change bc damn he doesn’t want anything to ever remind him of this night or that moment where he… where he lost the only goddamn true friend he had in this shithole town goddamnit.

He’s pissed at himself.

And he can’t face Steve ever again.

So he avoids him. Fullheartedly avoids him. If he ever catches Steve’s eye, he’s out of the situation in an instant. He’s not sly about it, but he’s not sure how to be. He runs around any chance of seeing him until he finds himself at the liquor store on the edge of town that lets him buy alcohol even though he’s underage and (now) the son of the Chief. Buys as much alcohol as he can with the money he has and drives out to the quarry. He does it on habit, mostly. He feels idiotic, but he… he hasn’t been able to get his mind off that night and he… goes right out to where they were that night. Where they were when he nearly kissed…

He’s just feeling sadistic. He just wants to feel the memory of it burn in his chest right alongside the alcohol bc that’ll make him think he’s not insane for feeling so utterly fucking broken these past couple of days. So he sits and he drinks. Drinks himself dizzy- until the lines between what hurts and what doesn’t blur and he’s wobbling while sitting down and getting loose and isn’t this supposed to feel better why doesn’t this feel better and-

“Ha. Knew I’d find you.”

Billy’s chest jumps and halts. His joints go weak, even while he’s sitting. His legs have cold pinpricks in them.

Steve is here. He hears the footsteps come closer.

“If you wanna hide from me, you shouldn’t be so predictable.”

He’s probably talking about the fact that Billy is sitting exactly where they were that day.

Shit.

And Billy thinks maybe his heart has the right idea; beating so wildly it feels like it’s going to leave his chest. And then Billy is following his heart, scrambling to get up, walking away quickly, careful not to run bc his biggest fear is looking desperate and that includes being desperate to walk away and if there’s one thing Billy isn’t, it’s desperate.

“Billy?”

Billy’s walking quickly.

“Billy cut it out!”

Steve’s footsteps are getting faster. He’s jogging to catch up with him.

“You idiot, stop running away! What are you even running from?”

Billy’s shaking. His mind is running faster than he is, the words circling his mind because he doesn’t know. He knows he’s running from something, as slow as possible, really, but he doesn’t know. He doesn’t have answers for him, he doesn’t have answers for himself he just… he doesn’t know. But getting out of this situation feels like the best idea… at least like it’ll relieve some of the pressure building in chest and at this point that’s really all he wants he just wants out he wants away he want out out out out-

“Hargrove! You know, it’s a pretty dick move to almost kiss me and then run away-”

And that does it. That does Billy in immediately. He rounds on Steve, as quickly as he can in his drunken state, stumbling just a bit, world going even fuzzier than it was before, pain coming in quicker, filling every corner of him, mixing in with fear and… and…. And-

“Shut up.” He growls, teeth bared, feeling feral. Maybe he should have smoked instead of drank. But smoking isn’t what he wanted. He knows it’s not. He knows what he wanted was that familiar feeling of boiling over. What he’s feeling right now. In some odd way he wanted suffering. And he’s getting it. At the hands… no, at the tip of Steve Harrington’s tongue... he’s getting it.

He’s boiling with it. With suffering and something else… something that feels more dangerous, more poisonous, more angering.

“Or what?” Steve spits back, face blooming red with anger, even by the moonlight. Eyes harsh and hard, teeth clacking shut with aggression.

Billy’s boiling. Every inch of him on edge, hanging by a thread. He’s gonna…. he’s gonna-

He’s gonna fall over. The world is liquid beneath him. He’s stumbling.

“I didn’t kiss you.” Billy growls with as much anger as he can muster as he tries to find purchase on the ground again. He hears his own voice, miles and miles away from right now, hissing to “plant your feet”

“I know you didn’t, you asshole-”

“I’m not a fucking fairy.”

Billy spits it out. Spits some actual spit out too, afterwards. He feels a little sick.

He’s so wobbly, he doesn’t even see Steve. Not clearly. Doesn’t see the look of shock on Steve’s face.

Because Billy doesn’t know. He doesn’t know how Steve has been up every night of the week, staring into the darkness, tossing in his bed, wrestling with himself and his thoughts and the feeling of Billy’s breath on his lips. How close they were. How he didn’t even notice, not until it was too late and Billy was scrambling away and out of his fucking life…? For some reason? With no discernable reason bc they were alone and he didn’t say anything and...

He’s figured that he did something wrong. He scared the boy away. He somehow egged the boy on to do what he did… or nearly do what he did and that grossed Billy out and made him run. Made him so ashamed of Steve that he can’t even look at Steve without feeling grossed out again. He feels… he feels…

Ashamed. Like the fairy Billy swears he himself is not.

“Oh yeah?” Steve asks darkly. He feels dark. He feels angry. He’s not sure at who yet.

“Yeah.” Billy growls again, fists clenching tight. Steve’s eyes shift down to notice them.

“What? You gonna hit me?”

Billy’s growling heavily, mad at everything, shaking out of anger.

…. Yeah it’s out of anger. It has to be out of anger. He can’t fathom it being anything other than anger it’s anger.

“You wanna prove something?” Steve growls back, biting at the air, irritated to high hell, furious. Furious and frustrated. “What’s it gonna prove, huh? That you’re a man?”

Billy’s short fingernails are digging into the skin on his hands. His muscles are aching from how taut they are. He’s strung out.

He doesn’t have an answer. He doesn’t have any answers.

“You gonna hit me?” Steve’s voice is lower… more dangerous. It lights Billy’s blood on fire and suddenly he’s being shoved. Incited. Steve’s hands give Billy’s chest a quick push and it sends sparks through him in the wrong ways, the wrong wrong ways, the ways that don’t make him actually angry. The ways that make him want him to touch him more and maybe he is mad maybe he just wants it all over maybe…

“Well? You gonna hit me or what?”

… maybe Billy is gonna hit him. He’s getting shoved again.

“Hit me, you coward.” Steve says again, a weird lilt in his voice that sounds like a chuckle. Steve can’t help it. He’s over this he wants it done with he wants… he wants…. Hewantshewantshewants-

“Hit me!”

Billy sees red. His fist swings. His world is blurry. It’s blurry and red and angry and-

And….

He makes impact. Steve is stumbling. Billy’s sure bc he finally has his feet grounded. Steve’s face is turned away, hand at his face, hissing obscenities quietly and…

He pulls his hand away and it’s blood. Billy’s world is red and slowly turning blue. Slowly coming back to match the hue of the moon and the water and the clear sky as Steve looks down at his own blood on his hand.

Steve looks up at Billy.

Billy looks down at his own hand now. At his ring. At Steve’s ring, technically. Steve’s class ring that Billy “stole’” from the boy. As “collateral” Billy had said when he picked the ring up off of Steve’s dresser. Collateral for taking Billy’s favorite leather jacket for some stupid party he was going to that Billy wasn’t able to be at. Something about looking tough or cool. Billy had rolled his eyes.

Billy hadn’t been aware at the time of taking it, exactly what it meant to other people. How… domestic it was to give your ring to someone else… how…

How stupid.

Billy’s world is turning blurry again and for a second he’s not sure why. Without his consent he’s being pitched into a blue, blurry world and there’s Steve’s blood and it’s from Steve’s own ring but Billy’s doing and Billy’s going to hurl.

He stumbles backwards, watching Steve’s eyes soften and he wants to be mad at them. Mad that Steve is soft in this moment that’s supposed to be razor sharp. Supposed to be shattered and dangerous. Supposed to cut them on it’s jagged edges.

But then Steve shifts to something tinted blue. His eyebrows shift and he’s… he’s sad. It’s the only thing Billy has seen clearly since he’s been here. Steve is sad and it’s hurting Billy’s heart and he’s going to run again, he’d rather run than be here, he’s so mad he really is mad but it’s at himself and he’s mad at that too but he can’t help it he just hurt Steve and his mind rushes in circles, floods itself with the memory of Steve beaten and bloody, again by Billy’s hand.

Billy’s world is blurry and he thinks it might be from tears.

And now he’s thumbing at the ring, twisting it around his finger and feeling sick. And… and guilty. And like all the weight of every decision he’s ever made is on his shoulders and damn this alcohol! And his heart is racing again, desperate to jump into the quarry desperate to run back home desperate to steal away into the woods and find an otherworldly monster desperate for anything. Anything other than this, anything that will get him away from this boy that he bloodied and he hates these tears he hates them.

“Billy-”

Billy turns..

“Billy!”

Billy wants.

Wants to be out of here wants to get away wants to find something to ease every burning part of his body.

So he slides the ring off his finger and throws it on the ground and leans his body forward, goes to rush away, gets his feet stuck for a second in the twigs and leaves underneath him, and then he’s really stuck bc his arm is being held and he’s being pulled back and he wants out please please please-

“Billy stop-”

“Get off of me- get off.”

“Billy cut it out!” Steve insists, gripping Billy’s wrist tighter as the muscled boy thrashes harder. and then he’s being pulled back, stumbling again and Steve’s arms are around him and he’s crying and he doesn’t wanna be. He’s thrashing and he doesn’t really wanna be doing that either. What he wants is… his bed. He wants to lay in bed his head is throbbing and all he can think about is shame and-

“It’s okay.” It’s Steve’s voice. Hushing Billy quietly.

“I’m sorry.” It’s out of Billy’s mouth without thought. It falls out like teeth in a nightmare. Helpless and frightened and vulnerable.

“It’s okay, Billy, it’s okay-”

Billy’s shaking and something about Steve’s arms around him make his blood settle a bit and then he’s being spun around and his head is still so insanely foggy.

“I’m sorry… fuck-”

“Billy shut up.” Steve chastises, blood smeared on his lip and then Billy can’t see that anymore because he’s being kissed and he melts.

Absolutely melts. Grabs Steve like he’s keeping him afloat, like he’s the only thing he’s made purchase on all night and the kisses he returns are sloppy and near frantic but this is it this is what he wanted what he’s been thinking about what he’s been battling with and if it ends he’ll have to think about it again. He’ll have to re-evaluate everything again and he doesn’t want that so he keeps Steve attached to him as much as he can, grabs at Steve like he’s going to stop existing if he ever lets go, fists at Steve’s shirt and then his hair because he needs to keep constant awareness that this is real he can’t float back into his mind again he can’t.

But then the need to breathe wins out and Steve pulls away first because he’s the clear headed one here and Steve is staring at Billy, eyes soft again, blood nearly smeared gone, looking at Billy like he’s the one that’s bleeding like he’s the one that’s broken and it does something to Billy that doesn’t necessarily make him angry. Not even in the slightest.

“Are you okay?” Steve asks like Billy shouldn’t be the one asking that very same thing.

Billy grabs Steve enough that he hopes it hurts.

“You fucking moron, I punched you like a minute ago.” Billy slurs out, pulling Steve back in for a kiss. It’s semi-subconsciously.

Steve rolls his eyes and holds back.

“I’m just… worried. Because you’ve been an idiot all day and… I dunno. I don’t want you hating me.”

“Don’t hate you~” Billy slurs again, stumbling a bit and causing Steve to grab on tighter.

“Yeah, well, I was worried. After you… and I… I was worried you, like, hated me or something. Because of… us… liking each other? Maybe?”

“Sick.” Billy garbles and Steve feels his face flush immediately. He knew he was right he knew he hated him he knew-

“Sick?” Steve asks feebly, gripping tighter at the boy in his arms who’s still swaying.

“I’m sick.” Billy mumbles, looking at the ground. It fills Steve’s chest with heat. Billy’s chest feels the same way but-

“No! No no it’s… well I dunno, really. But I don’t think it’s sick. I don’t think you’re sick, Billy, I think we’re just… why can’t we just be happy, y��know?”

“I’m… I’m... “ Billy starts again, swaying and heat in his belly and chest and-

“You’re okay, Billy, this is alright. I think it’s a happy thing-!”

“I’m gonna be sick.” Billy mumbles out before puking. Loudly. All over the ground, getting some on Steve’s shoes but he can’t see bc he’s still wobbly and Steve is grossed the fuck out.

“Ah!” Steve calls, jumping his feet back a bit while still keeping a hand on Billy who is now doubled over, puking on the ground. “Oh my god, asshole! I hope you didn’t puke on my ring!”

And so Billy wanders over to a large tree to puke next to it and Steve looks down at the ground, thinking absently about how his ring is definitely down there and he would look for it but… uhm… ew.

So he doesn’t. But he does drive Billy back to his house so the boy can rinse his mouth out and shower and have a couple of cups of coffee to hopefully sober him up a little bit. He calls the cabin to let Hop know where his son is. (Hop sounds a little less than happy about it but Steve assures him he’s safe.) And he gets a bit of food in Billy’s belly along with a couple of glasses of water and then, by the end of the night, they’re snuggled up in bed with each other, comfortable and warm and… happy. Good god so happy.

So happy that it almost permeates Billy’s raging hangover the next morning.

Y’know… almost.

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