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IVE NEVER LAUGHED HARDER IN MY LIFE
#NOT THIS#the definition of ‘we’ve got preacher comics at home’#they better make some C of E jokes it’s the perfect tee-up#also this cover is SICK#eating with BOTH HANDS#john constantine#hellblazer#oxly hollers
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Date Night: WWE Edition
Featuring men that I simp for because yes.
Drew McIntyre
I feel like Drew would take you out for a nice dinner, I could see him eating Italian for a date
He’d wear a dark blue button up and black slacks, with black dress shoes to match
Drew with a manbun because y e s.
Overall, he’s lookin like a c h a d.
He’d try to be a gentleman in every way possible. The classic ‘Hold open the door’ and ‘Order the food for them’ type thing.
His charm really shines through when it’s just the two of you
Calling you pet names and seeing what makes you giggle (Or blush)
Holding your hand and giving it small squeezes every now and then
He tells you small stories about himself, cracking jokes and drawing you in more and more.
He’s hooked on every word you say. He finds your life amazing.
He’s making no efforts to hide his heart eyes. He’s going to spoil you on a date night, and he’ll absolutely adore you.
Roman Reigns
Well well well, what’s this? The tribal chief going soft on you? That means he’s falling BAD.
Romans date would take place in a penthouse.
He’d send Paul to go and pick you up, since he doesn’t want you going to his place in a dirty cab. You deserve better. So expect a Rolls Royce.
Roman wearing an all black look. Black button up tee, some black jeans, and a pair of black dress shoes. Basic, but still nice!
You can thank Jimmy and Jey for making dinner, and boy did Roman make sure that they didn’t fuck it up.
And they definitely followed through.
In the voice of Gordon Ramsay: Beautiful steak, perfect color, perfectly seasoned. Beautiful.
Roman wants you as part of the Bloodline, and he’ll persuade you in every way he can.
Rick Boogs
Boogs want to make sure that you have a good time, so his idea for a date is a carnival! Think Santa Monica pier type beat.
No, he doesn’t care if he’s already spent $20 on this fair game, he’s getting you that giant teddy bear like his life depends on it.
Sugar overload. He’s getting funnel cakes, cotton candy, ice cream, this man is going to consume every sugary item they have.
And of course he’s going to share it with you because yes he will.
Pulls the ‘Fake yawn as I put my arm over your shoulders’ move on the ferris wheel
Big stupid dumb grin on his face. It’s adorable.
He’d serenade you as you guys sat at the top of the wheel. Beautiful view requires a cheesy love song to go with it, right?
Speaking of cheesy: He loves terrible pick up lines that you both laugh at because of how ridiculous they are.
Boogs is an energetic sweetheart, and he’s all yours
Xavier Woods
ARCADE DATE, BAY-BEEEEEE
Xavier would take you to a dave and Busters type place. Food and games are his beat.
He’s great at games that require hand-eye coordination. After all, it’s kinda his job to be fast with his moves.
Makes gaming references and his eyes light up when you actually understand them
Enjoys seeing you have fun while you’re playing. Your smile makes him smile even harder.
Likes seeing how competitive you can be when playing against him.
Uses all the tickets he earns to get you something cool. Maybe a pack of LED lights or whatever the fuck they got at Dave and Busters.
Loves it when you joke around and just have no cares in the world. Free spirit is what he’s all about.
Cesaro
I think Cesaro would take you to a nice cafe to get some drinks.
Tea, coffee, maybe even an espresso. You want it, he’ll provide.
Don’t forget the pastries :D
Great with small talk. He’ll spill to you if you’ll allow him to. And he loves hearing you talk about anything. Whether it’s your life, your interests, your taste in music, whatever it is, he’ll find intriguing.
Calls you pet names in any of the 5 languages he speaks.
He likes seeing you at peace. If you’re stressed, he’d do anything to make it melt away. You deserve to have peace of mind.
He’s just a big ol’ softie for you!
John Morrison
Welcome to Casa El Jomo (That’s French for front door (No it’s not))
John took the liberty of ordering take out for the both of you
Get comfy, because you two are having a night in!
Wraps you up in blankets, and makes sure that you’re nice and warm
(He may have turned up the AC just so he could do that)
Cuddles for days. He’s a great cuddler, I can feel it in my bones
He puts on a movie that the two of you agreed on, and there’s a comfortable silence between the two of you as you just enjoy your food.
If you start to fall asleep, expect him to hold you closer to him. He wants to make sure that you’re extra toasty.
He’s a soft dork that likes cuddles. It’s great!
Send stuff into my inbox if you want more!
#wwe#drew mcintyre#roman reigns#rick boogs#xavier woods#cesaro#john morrison#wwe imagine#wwe headcanons#headcanon
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DATING NCT A⇴Z HEADCANON ⇴ Ten
A ⇴ AFFECTION
Whenever he has the chance, he’ll have some sort of contact with you. Ten will take whatever he’s given, but if there’s room to pull you closer or squeeze you tighter, then he’ll accept it in a heartbeat and do it.
B ⇴ BEFORE DATING
A simple “hello” was all it took for you to feel very comfortable around him. The two of you first met a party, that neither of you really wanted to be at. You’d been on edge for the whole night, but around Ten, you soon found yourself feeling a lot more comfortable as if you’d known him for years.
C ⇴ CONFESSION
His confession was romantic, Ten took you out one evening for a walk down by the river. He had a lot of love to give and he was determined to show you just how much he loved being with you. When he pulled you down on a bench, you knew that something was going on, just by the look on his face. But you never quite imagined that you’d end up listening to Ten tell you how much he wanted to be with you.
D ⇴ DATES
Your dates were always special, you could never quite predict what Ten would arrange for the two of you. Some dates were very intimate, he wasn’t afraid to take you out for fancy dinners or to huge events, but other times the two of you could be found slumped on the sofa with each other and a half eaten pizza resting on your legs. You loved how comfortable the two of you were around each other, regardless of whatever it was that you were doing, just your company was enough to make it fun.
E ⇴ EXPERIENCE
You were the first experience Ten had of a relationship, he’d always just been a trainee, never a boyfriend before. He’d often turn to his members for advice and support to make sure that he was doing the right things with you. If he had an idea for a date, he’d run by at least three of the other members first to see if there were any things that they thought he should change or tweak. All he ever wanted to do was impress you, that was all that mattered to him, every moment with you had to be perfect.
F ⇴ FIGHTING
There were definitely times when things got a little heated between you both. For the best part, Ten was very empathetic and understanding of how you were feeling, but there were also times when he couldn’t help but get a little bit snappy and short tempered with you, most of time not realising he was doing it. If he believed he was right, he would definitely get a little argumentative with you. But it wouldn’t take the two of you long to realise that your arguments were pointless and work with each other again to resolve them and be able to move on from it all together.
G ⇴ GETTING TO KNOW HIS FAMILY
His family knew all there was to know about you before they even met you. Ten loved to tell them all about you, so when you got the chance to finally meet them, somehow it ended up feeling like you’d been a part of the family for years. And you didn’t have to get questioned much either, as Ten had already answered them.
H ⇴ HOME
The thought of moving in with you was definitely something that appealed to Ten. If he had the chance to be around you more often, he’d take it. Whilst the two of you were respectful in the dorm, a part of him always felt like it held you both back from truly being able to be a couple together in a home.
I ⇴ “I LOVE YOU”
Ten was the first to say “I love you” when his eyes fell on you at the airport after coming home from tour. He never expected you to be there, but seeing your face after so much time apart triggered a lot of emotions in him. As soon as his arms were around you he just couldn’t help but let it all out and tell you exactly how he felt about you.
J ⇴ JEALOUSY
He wasn’t someone who got jealous much, he knew that the boys loved to tease him just as much as he’d tease them, so he’d be pretty good at just biting his tongue and nodding his head whenever anyone did try to make him feel a little bit jealous. He was protective of you, but he also trusted his friends around you to be respectful, and he trusted you always to never let anyone overstep the mark around you, but if they did, he wouldn’t be afraid to let them know.
K ⇴ KIDS
Having children was something Ten saw in his future, he loved being around kids. It was something he surprisingly put a lot of planning into. He always imagined when the other members started to enlist that he’d consider settling down, whether it was in Korea, Thailand or somewhere else, he didn’t mind where he ended up having a family, just as long as he had one was all that mattered to him.
L ⇴ LAUGHTER
If there was one thing Ten loved to do, it was tease you. If you showed him any sign of weakness he’d hang onto it and tease you about it for a long time. His teasing behaviour would always put a smile on your face, and on his too. But if he took it too far, you’d definitely stand up for yourself and tease him back. The boys had given you plenty of hints as to where his weak spots were, so you always used that to your advantage when trying to get back at him for mocking you. No one loves a joke more than Ten, and that was definitely something that you learnt very quickly about him. He hated it whenever he wasn’t laughing.
M ⇴ MISSING
Being on the road was incredibly hard for him, it hurt his heart a lot. He’d often try and banter his way out of conversation around you, but the boys knew him better than that. Whenever a fan mentioned your name at a meet and greet or concert, he’d excuse himself for a minute and recompose himself. At that point, he just wouldn’t be able to get you out of his mind. He tended to try and switch off from you when he wasn’t able to talk to you because he knew that if he didn’t, he wouldn’t be able to think about anything else for the duration of the tour and that things would never go as well as he hoped them to.
N ⇴ NICKNAMES
It was a weird nickname you had, he’d always call you “eleven.” It started off as a joke, so that the two of you could be side, but over time it just began to stick to the point that if he didn’t call you by it things would be strange.
O ⇴ OBSESSION
He was obsessed with your height, Ten was used to being the smallest member, but having you around complimented his height a lot more which was something that he absolutely loved.
P ⇴ PDA
Being affectionate with you in public isn’t something that Ten is afraid of. If he wants to make a point that you’re with him, he’ll do it, but it definitely doesn’t happen often. He’ll love to tease you with affection in public, and whilst you often have to tell him to stop pushing the limits, he can’t help himself but to have fun.
Q ⇴ QUESTIONS
If he’s come up with a new choreography, he’ll love to get your opinion on it. Or if he’s stuck for a transition, he’ll ask you what you think and demonstrate. If you come up with a good idea though, prepare for him to take all the credit as he’s the dancer after all.
R ⇴ RANDOM FACTS
Whenever he had the chance, he loved to get his sister to make custom pieces for you. Ten loved having a sister as a designer anyway, but knowing that he could get her to create things that only you’d have to was an added bonus. He loved to sit with her and get creative, telling her all of the things that he knew you’d like. He put a lot of heart into them, so when he saw you liked them, it was always a huge relief.
S ⇴ SEX
As already mentioned, Ten has a lot of love to give, and he certainly makes sure to give it during intimacy. He prides himself on knowing your body to a tee, and never wants to leave you feeling disappointed. He’s prone to being a bit of a tease, but after some initial fun, he’ll be a lot more emotive and tend to take things a bit more seriously so that he can impress you and make you feel good and fulfil your needs.
T ⇴ TEXTS
He’s not someone who will text you often, he’d much prefer to be able to ring you and hear your voice. It’s always a great comfort for him to listen to the sound of your voice, regardless of where he is or what he’s doing.
U ⇴ UNIVERSE
Ten always imagined that he’d make a pretty good boyfriend one day, but for that, he needed a perfect girlfriend, and he had definitely found that in you. He was very much a better version of himself thanks to you
V ⇴ VACATION
Being a part of two groups meant holidays were limited, so instead, Ten would try and get you a ticket for as many work trips as possible. He loved having you there so that you could see all of the cool things he got up to, but also be there to entertain him whenever he had a day off and nothing to do except laze around.
W ⇴ WHINING
He’s not someone who tends to whine often, he knows at times you can be busy. But if you leave it long enough, he’ll make sure you know he’s not happy.
X ⇴ XXXXX
Very teasing when it comes to kisses, Ten loves to see how far he can push you before you either stop kissing him and grab him to warn him not to play any games. At other times though, he can also be very affectionate with his kisses. He’ll always make sure to kiss you, morning and night, and whenever he ends a call with you he’ll make sure to blow a kiss down the phone as he knows it puts a smile on your face.
Y ⇴ YOU
You were a partner in crime to him, someone who could match him.
Z ⇴ ZZZ
If you woke Ten up with a coffee, you were guaranteed to be his favourite person for the rest of the day. You never understood how someone could like coffee so much, but it was the perfect wake up call for him, especially when it came with you.
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Taste of Marigolds In Bloom
Herb of the Sun — Or Marigold was often used during the Middle Ages as a love charm. Carrying one of these brightly colored flowers was thought to bring love.
Though be warned for they are also poisonous.
Chapter I. You find a lost girl in Musutafu, unknowingly the experience ends up being a life changing encounter. Be it for better or for worse.
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All characters are 18+
Yandere!Mirio x Fem!Reader(AΩβ)
Y/N = Your Name
F/N = Your Full Name
E/C = Eye Color
H/C = Hair Color
Warnings: Yandere/Unhealthy Behavior + A large dose of sweetness in the beginning :)
Next Chapter Here❦
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Rounding the corner brings yet another flashing sign desperately trying to catch your attention. It’s noon and Musutafus streets are at their peak, narrow pavement overflowing with bodies. Winding your way through the mobs as you make your way to the small cafe.
You are meeting a friend in celebration.
With the perfect combination of brisk fall air and the sun warming your cheeks with kisses you ignore the tugging of your heart attempting to weigh you down.
You had done it.
Somehow you had qualified for the transfer over to U.A.
Though, it may not be the course you had dreamed of as a child — Being born quirkless had made that impossible — It’s a celebration none the less! One you were more than excited to share with your friends.
Even if deep down you know you don’t deserve the transfer.
You had hoped for the fresh air to be soothing before your meet up... But with the streets busier than ever the constant bumping of shoulders and bags is starting to take an edge on the nerves you’ve managed to keep under wraps.
Maybe it’s nothing, maybe it’s just your damned Omega instincts acting up, but the crowd just isn’t appealing anymore. A moment away from the constant onslaught is all you need.
Finding your way through the living maze to where you know Musutafus Park sits overlooking the city streets. The park is a well known treasure, covered in playgrounds and fountains it’s quite popular for tourist, it’s crown jewel however is the All Might statue centering it. Even local food stands patrol its borders for customers.
Just standing at the Parks sidewalk already leaves you with a calm.
That’s before you notice you are not the only one away from the packed crowd. Out of the corner of your eye you see the small figure, something you would have never payed attention too normally but something about the image just doesn’t sit right.
A young girl with silver waist length hair she stares unmoving at the edge of the amalgamation of people. You cannot help but notice the way her small hands clutch together, or the way her eyes follow each passerby, one by one. Almost as if looking for something — No, looking for someone.
Your blood freezes.
You’re probably wrong. Her family probably knows exactly where she is and they’re coming for her right now. Probably... You’ve already begun to make your way towards her.
You make sure to stop a few feet away before making yourself noticed.
“Hi.” Your voice is gentle, so much so it almost gets swept away in the noise of the city. And for a moment you think it had but her crimson strawberry eyes turn to you in acknowledgement before returning to the mob, refusing to look away. Your suspicions only grows at her behavior and you know you have to continue.
“My name is F/N. I go to U.A.”
At the mention of U.A. she turns to you fully... And you see the spark of hope in her eyes, though it only lasts a second before returning to one of caution. It’s strange for someone so young to have such a strong sense of perception. It has the alarm bells in your head growing louder.
All your studies and practiced lines start racing through your head.
“Here! I have my I.D. with me!” Reaching for your bag you fumble to grab your student I.D., once in hand you make sure to hold it out for her to inspect. “You can call me Y/N, what’s your name?”
The girl gives a long moments pause, looking between you and your picture printed on the plastic carefully before whispering a response.
“Eri.”
“That’s a pretty name.” You smile. “Do you know where your parents are Eri?”
“I don’t... live with my parents.”
Well shit.
Your classes hadn’t prepared you for this. What do you even say to that? Luckily you don’t have to wrack your brain too much before the lost girl continues.
“I was with my friend before I-I got lost in the crowd.” The girls hands fidget together nervously, lip quivering. “It’s... it’s just that I know he must be so worried right now.”
Her eyes begin to well with tears.
“It’s gonna be okay!” The words slide off your tongue without thought.
It is?
“We can wait for your friend here, how does that sound?” Eri stares at you with big strawberry eyes and you can only pray you sound as confident as the actors in movies. Not even close. Ignoring the thrumming of your heart you give your best smile. The girl gives a shaky nod before reaching up a hand to messily wipe away the moisture from her eyes.
...
You haven’t even waited a full five minutes before you notice Eri staring at something that isn’t the crowd. Not thirty feet away is a concession stand covered in pictures of sweets.
“I’m kinda hungry...” You lie. “Do you want something from that stand over there?”
Eri’s crimson teardrop eyes shoot up at you beaming. “That s-sounds good.”
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At least some luck finds your favor.
You walk right up to the register without having to wait in a line. Asking Eri what she’d like her small finger points to cursive words of the chalkboard menu.
Caramel Apple.
The concession worker hands the ruby red fruit to Eri’s waiting hand. She stares at it with childlike wonder before saying her third quiet ‘Thank you.’ and you then proceed to give your third ‘No need to say thanks!’.
You both take a seat on the open bench besides the food stand. A good vantage point to watch the endlessly moving crowds of people... Subconsciously your teeth find themselves digging into the wall of your cheek. Staring at the horde, it becomes all too clear just how hopeless your efforts are.
Had you made the wrong choice? Yes. Every second that passes is further proof of your error. You should call the authorities now...
You are not a real hero.
A heavy sigh leaves you. Gentle breeze moves through your hair, using the hand currently not holding your own sticky apple to tuck H/C locks behind a ear. You have yet to even take a bite of the your waiting apple before the unexpected happens. Absentmindedly looking over Eri’s head of silver strands you see a figure most definitely sprinting towards the two of you. And you think your heart just about stops in surprise.
“Eri!”
The young girls head swivels to the direction of the mans cry. Noticing how she visibly lights up your shoulders lose a bit of the suddenly built-up tension.
“Mirio!” Eri leaps from the bench abandoning your side to meet the person you can only assume to be Mirio. Unconsciously you stand as well, finding yourself puzzled by the sudden urge to stay by her side.
The man stops his marathon to get down on one knee, arms outspread to meet Eri. She runs holding her caramelized apple high above her head flying into the embrace, making sure not to get the sweet stuck in his sunshine blond hair.
You hadn’t even noticed how your feet moved on their own and now your standing just out of reach, just incase...
“I’m so sorry! I’m so sorry Eri! I looked everywhere!” The man sobs into the hug. You watch Eri’s small hand reach up and pat his shoulder in consolation. The blond pulls away from the hug to properly look at Eri. “Are you okay? Are you hurt?”
“I’m okay! Y/N helped me.”
At her words Mirios soft blue eyes fall to the next closet person.
You.
You take this as your cue to further approach, taking a step towards the two you notice it. The aroma of sandalwood and seashore reaches your nose, tied together by a sharp hint of lemongrass. The natural scent radiates off the blond man, but it doesn’t assault your senses, most likely with the help of blockers. You’re painfully familiar with suppressants and blockers, taking your own prescription that dulls your own scent and helps with heats. These days it’s uncommon to meet someone that doesn’t use some form of blocker, even patches or daily gummies are enough to take the edge away from hormones.
Even you have to admit it’s a rather comforting scent for an Alpha of his stature. One would have to be blind to not see he’s built like a brick house, well-defined muscles barely hide under the thin material of a white tee. And when he stands... It’s clear he towers over you.
A little unnerved by the size difference but you still want to be there for Eri, incase she needs you. Just as you open your mouth to speak your words fall silent. The blond having leaned forward, bowing his head towards you.
“Thank you so much for looking after Eri! I take full responsibility for not keeping a better eye on her in the crowd.” Mirio says this with while facing the concrete below, and you stare blankly for probably a little too long.
Oh.
“It was no trouble for me, really!” Unsure how to accept the show of gratitude you try to wriggle your way out. “It’s just, I go to U.A. and all... But I think it’s something anyone would have done.”
Mirio straightens his back at that, mouth forming an ‘o’ shape in surprise before turning to a hopeful smile, palm wiping away the moisture of his eyes. “You go to U.A?”
“Yes, but it’s nothing fancy-“ Your hand rubs the back of your neck sheepishly and your eyes are suddenly trained to the ground. Already feeling shame heat your skin at the prospect of admitting the course you somehow managed to snag in Japan’s most prestigious Hero School. “-I’m in the business course... I’m actually quirkless.”
You end your statement with a fake laugh, like it’s some kind of joke.
The joke must’ve landed flat because there’s only silence and you swear you hear your pulse quicken. Afraid to look up from the hole your eyes currently burn into the leather of your shoe. Afraid to see judgment. Steeling yourself for the worst you look up...
Deep pools of blue stare back at you, overflowing with warmth and wonderment — It almost takes you aback. Something swims just under the surface of those ocean eyes though you’re to dazed to notice. Mirio breaks the spell you’ve fallen under with a heartfelt grin.
“I think that’s something really special Y/N.” Those words just about short circuit the wiring of your brain. “That, there’s so many hero’s with quirks it’s easy to just let someone else step in and take care of the situation.”
“So I can’t thank you enough for taking care of Eri. For being the one to step in and save her.” His large hand pats the top the girls head, ruffling the silver locks playfully, the corners of her mouth upturning to a shy smile. “And for fixing my mistake.”
You’re completely at a loss, for words, for thoughts. It’s like this man just read your emotions and there’s nothing you can say.
So you don’t.
Instead a tear rolls down your cheek and your vision begins to blur at the corners. Promises of an oncoming flood.
Mirios smile falls.
You barely notice him take the first step towards you, a whimper threatening to escape your throat in anticipation of contact, but it never comes. The Alpha having stopped just out your reach, large hand twitching at his side. He doesn’t touch you. Instead the smell of tidal waves and wood flares to life. A soothing gesture usually done between courting mates, bonded pairs or the pacifying of a child. All of which you are none. Regardless you respond to it without thought, finding yourself calmed by the sea you’re able to take a breath. After realizing what he’d done you waste no time in hiding the evidence of the tear by smearing it under your thumb. Crushing it.
“I’m sorry. I didn’t mean to upset you.” His voice sounds genuinely pained and you wonder... Had he used his scent subconsciously or consciously?
“No, I’m sorry.” You’re embarrassed at your own weakness. What a terrible display. “I should get going.”
“Are you okay?” Eri’s small voice breaks your thoughts, still holding the uneaten ruby apple in one hand.
“I’m fine don’t worry. I’m sorry Eri, I forgot I’m meeting a friend today, but I’m so glad I got to meet you.” You say crouching to her level, saying your next words in a quieter childish tone. “Just make sure Mirio doesn’t lose you again!”
It’s meant as a tease but there’s some concern bled into the jab and the young girl nods her head in all seriousness.
“Bye Y/N!” Eri, the shy girl, gifts you a smile before grabbing Mirios hand, her digits dwarfed by his own. “Thank you for the apple!”
Standing you notice Mirio hasn’t moved an inch away from you. You may have only just met but the Alpha appears to be lost in thought. Soft features resting frozen, thick brows knitted together in concentration, as if... Noticing your eyes on him he drops the look in one smooth motion, giving you just about the brightest smile you’ve ever seen.
“We’re not gonna make the same mistake, right Eri?” The blond gives a reassuring squeeze to the girls hand and she returns the gesture by tightening her grip. Mirio shoots a goofy thumbs-up in your direction before turning away, Eri following at the hip.
His last words are spoken with his back to you. “Thanks again Y/N. I hope we see each other again at U.A.”
Wait does that mean...
Mirio attends the same school as you?
“Y-yeah!” The reply barely leaves your tongue. The whole situation may have scrambled your brain but you can’t help the warm smile that stretches over your features.
Watching the two disappear into the dying crowd you feel your phone vibrate in your back pocket. Grabbing the device you lightly tap the home button to see...
Nine unread texts and three missed calls?
How had you not noticed your phone going off like crazy? Your friend is going to kill you.
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And you had missed it.
Missed the way ocean blue eyes sought you out one last time before getting lost in the sea of strangers.
#mirio x reader#yandere mirio#yandere bnha#bnha mirio#sorry its uhhhhhhh slow#there will be more in the next chapter pls forgive me it's my first aob////#let me know what u guys think or if u have any questions#mywriting
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Mostly for myself b/c I want to make sure I don’t lose this somehow, but here’s the literal two hour conversation that @i-miss-balthazar and I spent talking about Benny/Balthazar:
i-miss-balthazar You were the Kat from my quiz??? I had no idea you shipped those pairings! And also Madison helping Sam in purgatory would’ve been way more fitting!
diaryofageekgirl Yeah I do! I have plans to do a rewrite of seasons 8 & 9, but it'll be forever before I get to them -_- And I love Madison a whole lot and would have loved to see her in Purgatory!
^What I meant by the season rewrites is I would include those ships in them lol
i-miss-balthazar You would :0
I need to read it
Please tag me, I’m BEGGING
diaryofageekgirl When I get to writing it I will!
i-miss-balthazar Do you have any Benny/Balthazar head canons???
diaryofageekgirl I could also write you a Benny/Balthazar one shot.......on a completely unrelated note, when's your birthday? 👀
i-miss-balthazar April 28th and that would make my entire year oh my goodness there isn’t enough Benny/Balthazar content out there
diaryofageekgirl 👌
i-miss-balthazar I didn’t mean to ship them so much it kinda just happened
Maybe I just want them to feel loved 😂
diaryofageekgirl I see Benny as someone who's very openly affectionate, and Balthazar as being someone who craves affection but sort of hides behind a sarcastic front? So Benny just s l o w l y wears him down into accepting all this love and adoration and Bal pretending to hate it but is secretly melting
oh mood
i-miss-balthazar Oh my goodness my HEART 🥺 that’s the sweetest headcanon ever and I totally see it. Benny would give the best hugs, I think.Balthazar’s 100% a little spoon xD
diaryofageekgirl He's got big strong arms - great for hugging & being the big spoon 😉
i-miss-balthazar For some reason I feel like Benny is taller than he actually is? Like I looked it up and Ty Olsson is only 5’10, but I always thought he was like 6’3 😂
Have you ever written about them before that I could read???
diaryofageekgirl WAit, he's 5'10???????
i-miss-balthazar Almost 5’11 I forgot about the decimal
diaryofageekgirl No, I haven't written anything for them yet. I'm working on my finale fix-it right now, then depending on how long that takes I might be going straight into femslash february after that. But after that I will at some point
aaaaaaand I just came up with another timestamp for the mer!verse
selkie!benny & merrow!balthazar
i-miss-balthazar Y e s
I had to look up what those are but wow am I glad I did
It’s perfect
i-miss-balthazar I like the idea of Balthazar playing cool in public but when it’s just the two of them he’s an absolute suck for attention, like a cat 😂
In public: sarcasm is my main form of communication In private: please hold me 🥺
diaryofageekgirl Oh for sure, just like, flat up against Benny's back, arms over his shoulders like "pay attention to me" 😩
i-miss-balthazar What about pet names for each other???
diaryofageekgirl I mean, just imagine Benny's deep Cajun voice calling Bal "mon amour". OR "MON ANGE"
and bal would call him something totally sappy in enochian but then tell him it means "pain in the ass" or smth
i-miss-balthazar Balthazar stealing Benny’s tee shirts even though they’re way to big for him because they remind him of Benny
diaryofageekgirl yessssssss
i-miss-balthazar Benny has nightmares about pirating/purgatory so Balthazar visits his dreams to calm him down and make him happy again because he can’t stand seeing Benny upset
diaryofageekgirl They're a nightmare in the kitchen bc Benny worked as a chef for years and is very particular about how certain dishes are made but Bal just keeps Adding More Alcohol
i-miss-balthazar Benny: no, you need to boil the alcohol out to use this Balthazar: that takes away all the fun!
diaryofageekgirl Benny: If you put too much alcohol in it won't set properly! Balthazar: That sounds like a You problem
i-miss-balthazar An iss-YOU not an iss-ME!! *pours more in*
diaryofageekgirl 🤣🤣🤣
i-miss-balthazar Benny’s not a morning person, and because Balthazar doesn’t need sleep he’s a morning person by default. So Benny’s always tired and grumbly in the mornings while Balthazar’s carrying on as usual so Benny will just catch him by the waist as he’s walking by to pull him into a hug and rest his chin on his angel’s shoulder because he’s still tired and just wants snuggles
diaryofageekgirl And Bal tries to keep doing whatever he was doing before and Benny just reaches out behind him and forces him to set whatever it is down and physically puts Bal's arms around him 🥰
i-miss-balthazar Midnight sailing date 🥰
diaryofageekgirl Midnight sailing date out over bioluminescent algae bloom: https://www.australiangeographic.com.au/wp-content/uploads/2020/04/11.jpg
i-miss-balthazar It kinda looks like angel grace if you squint
diaryofageekgirl That's exactly what I thought! (Benny def brings them there bc it makes him think of Balthazar's grace)
i-miss-balthazar Since Balthazar’s an angel and doesn’t technically need his blood do you think Benny could use him as a food source so he wouldn’t have to worry about robbing blood banks/eating people
diaryofageekgirl yessssssss that's exactly what I think!!! And Benny's unsure about it at first, kinda scared to bite him bc he's so used to his bite killing or turning people but Bal convinces him and it's so much better than blood bags
i-miss-balthazar Plot twist Balthazar’s blood alcohol content gets Benny drunk😂
diaryofageekgirl there's a blood of Christ joke in there somewhere but I can't think of it 🤔
i-miss-balthazar And the wine is my blood -last supper or something I haven’t been to church in awhile 😂
diaryofageekgirl Do you think he'd ever get a bit of grace along with the blood?
i-miss-balthazar In theory, I could see it happening. what would that taste/feel like I wonder
diaryofageekgirl I imagine it would be a moment of absolute euphoria
i-miss-balthazar Benny’s grip on Balthazar would tighten sharply, and Balthazar would let out a soft gasp of surprise and delight at the sudden possessiveness because secretly he loves it when Benny gets like that
diaryofageekgirl 😍😍😍 And Benny gets all blushy and apologetic about it later and Balthazar is just like "Don't you dare apologize for that. In fact, do it more often."
i-miss-balthazar My goodness I need more Benny/Balthazar content they’re just so perfect and I love them
diaryofageekgirl You could always write some 👀👀👀 Be the change you want to see in the world 👀👀👀
i-miss-balthazar Mmm soft movie nights where they’re bundled in a soft blanket and Balthazar’s in Benny’s lap so Benny can idly play with his hair while they watch the show. Neither of them particularly care about the movies they just like the cuddles
diaryofageekgirl (If you did I would be so down to read it)
i-miss-balthazar I might have to. However I promised myself I’d finish writing the next chapter in my main wip before I started another project so I may need some time.
diaryofageekgirl that's fair. Let me know if you do end up writing something for them
i-miss-balthazar Absolutely!!!!
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Joe Mazzello - NSFW Alphabet
a/n: I'm dedicating it to @starfleet-wannabe💓 babes, you make my days better!!! ily!!!(also I promise you that those imagines abt Joe x Reader will see the light once...I promise you, Erin)
I can't insert the "Keep reading" link from the tumblr mobile app, cause I'm really dumb, so if you don't want to read it - just scroll down k thx
this was requested many times and I'm sorry, my dudes....this is really bad....
warnings: obviously smut lmao, typos (sorry I've read it too many times just to check on errors and I can't look at this text right now, and there are obviously still bunch of mistakes, sorry, fellas)
Joe if you ever see this I'm sorry I hope it never happens
A = Aftercare (What they’re like after sex)
Joe is the softest human being ever (well, mostly). It doesn't matter whether the sex was romantic and tender or rough and passionate, the aftercare is always the same: he helps clean you up and then make you both tea, while you lie in bed, talking and just spending time with each other.
B = Body Part (Their favorite body part of their partners)
As it was considered on this website, Joe is an ass man. You can count the times his hands were off your bum; he always keeps his hand on your lower back, and then, if he's in the mood (and he's always in the mood) he starts caressing your butt through your clothes, grabbing and tapping it when he can. It's not like the ass is the only thing he admires - Joe loves all of you, every part of your body and soul. But your ass is just so squishy and soft, and he can't get enough of it.
C = Cum (Anything to do with cum basically)
If the sex is unprotected, he cums on your ass. Period.
D = Dirty Secret
Joe doesn't have dirty secrets. If he wants to try something, he'll tell you about it; there isn't something you two can't discuss.
E = Experience (How experienced are they?)
Joe is very experienced. He knows exactly what to do to make you scream his name in the bedroom.
F = Favourite Position
Doggy (unbelievable, right?). He also loves reverse cowgirl for obvious reasons. But it doesn't mean that you don't change positions while having sex. He loves seeing you on top, riding both of you into orgasm; he enjoys missionary and every other sex position, simply because he gets to try them all with you.
G = Goofy (Are they more serious in the moment, or are they humorous, etc.)
Come on, it's Joe we're talking about here. Sex is sometimes filled with him telling you stupid jokes, and always it turns out to be just like he's having a stand up show, while you lie down naked under him. He may crack up some dad jokes during the most tense moments, like when you're on top of him, and you're gasping and moaning, "I'm cumming", he'd say breathlessly, "Hi, cumming, I'm Joe", and you'll just burst into crazy laugh, even though the joke is stupid and not funny.
H = Hair (How well groomed are they, does the carpet match the drapes, etc.)
He doesn't like to be completely bare down there, so he just keeps it trimmed.
I = Intimacy (How are they during the moment, romantic aspect)
Joe is very romantic (we been knew). He just loves you so much that, even if the sex rough, he still wants and needs you to feel loved and comfortable. The man is so in love with you that he can't stop kissing and touching you, whispering how much he adores you.
J = Jack Off (Masturbation headcanon)
It's a must, if he's away filming. You two like to get yourselves off while talking on the phone, breathing and moaning messily while telling each other the filthiest things. Joe is actually an expert in dirty talk.
K = Kink (One or more of their kinks)
Joe's got hella lots of kinks. He's most preferable ones are:
Daddy kink. Do you really think this man doesn't like to be called daddy? If you do, you're wrong. Seeing you twirling in ecstasy when "daddy" is the only thing you can weakly whimper makes him bust a nut right then and there.
Edging. He's an asshole sometimes, alright? Joe enjoys it when you desperately beg him to fuck you. He loves when you're being restrained all day, and you walk around frustrated and horny. Not to mention that the thought of fucking you hard later turns him on immediately. (You love all of it too, even though you don't admit it sometimes; you're also fond of the idea teasing Joe like this later).
Slight voyeurism, but he likes to watch himself fuck you. He's bought a huge mirror for the bedroom, so that you two could have sex in front of it. He loves to pound into you from behind, holding your hair, slapping your ass and saying the dirtiest shit, like, "Watch yourself being wrecked by my cock" or "Look how pretty you look, look at your pretty tits boucing like this cause I'm fucking you so hard"
Dirty talk (it's considered as a kink, right?). Come on, Joe is a master at this. He'd spill the filth at random places; like you two are doing grocery shopping and he comes to you holding a watermelon, leans in and whispers in your ear, "I wish I could bend you over this shopping cart and fuck you till you can't move". And you just stand there bewildered, while he continues his routine. Or when you're on some fancy event, he'd put his hand on your waist and say to you quietly, "You look so sexy like this with this red lipstick. Can't wait when these pretty lips are wrapped around my cock". And your eyes go wide as you choke on your drink, while everyone looks at you weirdly.
L = Location (Favourite places to do the do)
Um, anywhere? Joe's just turned on by you 24/7 (as well as you are by him), so he doesn't mind having sex with you in restrooms, closets, empty hallways, in his trailer, your childhood bedrooms... Once you were at the party and caught your friends having sex; no wonder that fifteen minutes later you and Joe were doing the same thing in the bathroom, of course, in front of the mirror. Sex in his car is a must too, especially when you're driving - he thinks you look really hot while doing so. One time you were almost caught doing it in the car by the police, and since then you can't stop giggling like two teenagers while remembering about it.
But Joe loves sex in your bedroom. He just feels like this is the most intimate place on the Earth, where you two can be sincere and sensitive.
M = Motivation (What turns them on, gets them going)
Anything. He's got the crazy sex energy, and literally anything can make him go. Once, when you were brushing your teeth, and wearing one of his old tee-shirts and baggy pajama pants, he decided it was a good idea to start teasing you, by leaving wet, mouth-opened kisses on your neck and by fingering you slowly. You evidently couldn't brush you teeth normally at that moment.
N = NO (Something they wouldn’t do, turn-offs)
Joe wouldn't do something that'll harm and hurt both of you.
O = Oral (Preference in giving or receiving, skill, etc.)
He's a pro in giving. You'll be screaming and grabbing his hair tightly, even though he barely touched you. And as you love giving too, he wouldn't ever be against it.
P = Pace (Are they fast and rough? Slow and sensual? etc.)
You can experience every pace during the time you have sex. He may start roughly, pounding into you harshly, and then go slower, stretching you gently and whispering sweet nothings against your skin.
Q = Quickie (Their opinions on quickies rather than proper sex, how often, etc.)
Joe loves quickies. Once when he was on set and had to leave for shooting in five minutes, he pinned you against the wall of his trailer and fucked the soul outta you. "It's just a preview of what you're getting at night", he winked at you while leaving and you just gasped. This man is something, y'all.
R = Risk (Are they game to experiment, do they take risks, etc.)
You both love taking risks. Joe enjoys having sex when the guests you invited to your party may come at any moment; he once decided to start fingering you while you were at dinner with your family. "Such a good girl, taking me so well", he whispered in your ear when you struggled not to moan loudly in front of your parents. "I'm gonna fuck you so good when we get into the car. I'm gonna reward you for being such a good girl and not cumming here".
S = Stamina (How many rounds can they go for, how long do they last)
If he and you are feeling alright, 2 and more rounds. But if one of you is not okay, and the sex is just full of love and reassurance, there'd be just one round.
T = Toy (Do they own toys? Do they use them? On a partner or themselves?)
You own toys. And Joe's using them on you. Especially when he's being a little shit - means when he's edging you.
U = Unfair (how much they like to tease)
Once you were having an unplanned and sloppy sex in the secluded bathroom at one after-party of the awards, and he pulled out right when you were about to cum. He initiated the sex and denied you both. That's how much of a "tease" he is.
V = Volume (How loud they are, what sounds they make)
He's loud when he's in the mood. He can moan loudly, and sometimes when you feel incredibly good he comes while screaming your name.
W = Wild Card (Get a random headcanon for the character of your choice)
Joe's got a breeding kink. (It's not really surprising, though, this man radiates dad energy). He gets hard just thinking about you being pregnant with his child. Man wants to have a family with you, and that's why he can barely keep it in his pants when you're around (always).
X = X-Ray (Let’s see what’s going on in those pants, picture or words)
His dick is a perfect size to make you scream. That's it.
Y = Yearning (How high is their sex drive?)
Joe's sex drive is immeasurable. You have no idea how this man can always be horny and ready to fuck.
Z = ZZZ (how quickly they fall asleep afterward)
He falls asleep as soon as you two cuddle; when you start breathing in unison, he nods off pretty quickly, still holding you tightly.
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can you do like maybe just maybe nsfw alphabet but with EDDIE BROCK k thnkx bysies!
!! Yes I can and I certainly have so here we go
Pairing: Eddie Brock x Fem!Reader, generally gender neutral except for B
Word count: 1691
Warnings: NSFW, DO NOT SCROLL IF YOU’RE IN A PUBLIC PLACE lmao
Tags: anon and my little venomfuckers
A- Aftercare
Considering that this man is literally a loveable mess, he’s sweet as FUCK when it comes to aftercare. He’ll make sure to clean you up, reluctantly hand over one of his sweaters, and spoon you till you both fall asleep. He likes being the little spoon, (although he will NEVER tell you that) but when he’s the big spoon he’s very protective. Usually spooning leads to second rounds if you’re the little spoon. Just think of the “how to spoon: dick hard on the butt, tiddy in my hand” video of Anakin Skywalker lmao
B- Body Part
Well, see, a bi man will be a bi man, and Eddie, loving women, will definitely love your breasts. He likes peppering kisses across them during and after sex, and leaving little suckle marks. He most certainly has an issue with leaving hickies everywhere boobs are concerned. That and your hands, your nails, and any other part of your body that you use to leave marks on him. He likes it when you drag your nails down his back and leave red streaks from pressing too hard, or when you dig your fingers into his hair while his lips graze your neck.
C- Cum
This man is definitely not clean. Depending on if you use birth control or not, he prefers being able to get messy with you than wear a condom. In all honesty, the thing that turns him on the most is probably seeing you dripping from his own seed.
D- Dirty Secret
Oh-hoho he would never be able to muster up the courage to tell you but this man loves it when you’re on top. Not just because he has a front row seat to your body on display, but he’s aroused by the idea of you being dominant. It’s always been a kink of his to be tied down, albeit he hasn’t experienced it often. Back when he was with Anne, they experimented drunkenly maybe once, but never after that.
E- Experience
He isn’t as experienced as you’d think. Obviously he’s had sex before, he’s not a damn virgin, but he’s not much of a fan of one-night stands; so he hasn’t gotten around enough to know all the tricks of the trade. That said, he enjoys learning what makes you tick, and what pleases you.
F- Favourite Position
Cowgirl or doggystyle, hands down. Eddie loves having you on top, obviously. Seeing your breasts bounce every time your bodies thrust together, oh lord it makes him harder. He also loves doggystyle because of how you crumple face first into the pillow and try to muffle your moans for the neighbours. His favourite part about doggystyle is the control he has of your hips, grasping them and leaving crescent dents where his nails dug into your flesh. He loves seeing your ass in the air, just for him.
G- Goofy
This man is a goof. That’s it. His best jokes are always told when he’s pounding you from behind, gripping you tight.
No but on a more professional note- during foreplay, he loves to make you laugh. Seeing you enjoy yourself is the best part of sex, for him. He cannot stand uncomfortable and quiet nights of sex and nothing else. If theres no comical connection, it’s a turn off.
H- Hair
He’s not hairless like a siamese cat, but he prefers to trim himself at least once a week. Don’t ask him to shave down there, though, because even for you, he wouldn’t suffer being itchy and uncomfortable.
I- Intimacy
This guy is a hopeless romantic. Eddie will definitely tell you sappy stories about how much he loves you and what he would do for you. Sex isn’t purely sex just for pleasure for him, its a bond, and a sensual act that he uses to show how much he cares for you (and who exactly you belong to, but that’s on his top nights.) After sex, if you’re not immediately knocked out, he likes having long conversations with you on existentialism. He also loves the sound of your voice, and when you go on passionate rants about your interests.
J- Jack Off
There’s nothing I could write here that would even possibly be safe for work haha nice
Ever since the two of you got together, he hasn’t had much need, nor opportunity to masturbate. When he does, it’s only because he’s pent-up and you’re gone.
He prefers to watch you please yourself, if anything. The sight of you, probably thinking about messing around with him, getting off by yourself? God damn
K- Kinks
It’s been mentioned before but Eddie is a sucker for being tied down, tied up, and just generally bound. Whether its you tying him down, or him tying you down, he’s game for it. The idea of being restrained and forced to watch, but not touch is what makes him tick.
Another thing is size. He likes his partners smaller than him, so it’s easy to throw them over his shoulder and lift into different positions with ease. Eddie likes the idea of having to bend to reach your lips, or you having to go on your tips of your toes to press kisses to his neck.
L- Location
Eddie prefers the bedroom. He likes secluded places and comfortable surfaces to have sex on, namely his bed or yours. That said, he definitely is turned on by the risk of being caught if you two decide to have a quickie in a public place.
M- Motivation
The thing that gets him going is the anticipation of what’s to come. He likes teasing and being teased. He especially likes it when you send him pictures of you in lingerie. Not naked, but in undergarments, because it’s similar to the idea of unwrapping a gift. Eddie likes to use his imagination as motivation. Usually he starts thinking of various fantasies or past sexual encounters with you and he’s ready for another round.
N- No
Anything that has to do with abuse or non-consent role-play is an instant turn off. He refuses to hit you in any way, and dislikes the idea of gagging and/or blindfolding either of you. He likes to see your eyes and hear your whimpers anyways :-)
O- Oral
Giving or receiving, he’s good either way. He prefers giving, though. The thought of your thighs wrapped around his head, hands grasping at his hair as your hips move against the movements of his mouth? God yes.
Although he prefers being generous and considerate, Eddie won’t refuse head.
P- Pace
Eddie likes to start off slow, enjoying the way his thrusts feel inside you. But when you both start to get undone, there’s no limit to how much he’ll speed up. He isn’t often rough and quick, but when he is, it makes the climax all that more blissful.
Q- Quickie
He will do quickies if he or you are in a hurry, but he prefers the full time allowance. When you’re doing quickies, he prefers to pin you up on the wall of wherever you both are, and push into you from underneath. Your legs around his waist, pulling him in, prompt him to go faster.
R- Risk
Risk-taking is thrilling and sometimes exciting, but when it comes to extreme risk, like doing it in a public washroom or something of sorts, count him out. Since sex is an intimate act for him, the idea of other people spying and/or watching you two going at it for their own pleasure is a no-no.
S- Stamina
Eddie can last a long time before climaxing. That said, once he does, it’s unlikely he’ll go past two rounds. Sex can be anywhere between five minutes to thirty minutes, if the foreplay is good and lasts long enough.
T- Toys
The both of you don’t own many toys. He’s not exactly a fan, because he feels that genuine sex is better than silicon sex, but the few times he’d seen you getting off my yourself with a vibrator made him change his mind a little. Sometimes, when he’s going down on you, he’ll break out the vibrator along with his mouth and watch you go crazy for it.
W- Wild Card
He loves seeing you dressed up. Anything that’s tight around your ass, or that shows your cleavage will make it hard for him to keep his hands off you.
When it comes to being dressed up in lingerie, he prefers black or red. Those colours are undeniably sexy, for some subconscious reason. Eddie adores seeing you in slightly see-through lace, and gets handsy when you start to strip for him. That man will not deny a good striptease.
X- X-ray
Let’s see inside his pants, shall we?
Some would argue he’s the perfect size. 7 inches hard, thick enough to fill you up but not thick enough to hurt.
If he really wanted to, he could potentially get Venom to give him a size upgrade :-D
Y- Yearning
When Eddie really wants you, he’ll let you know. A hand on your thigh when you’re both eating out and you aren’t being innocent, a kiss to your jawline when you bring him meals at work and are dressed up and showing off while pretending like you’re in casual clothes, a long, passionate embrace when you leave in the mornings to go to your job- they’re all little signs that it’s going to get extremely heated later.
Z- Zzz
It doesn’t take the two of you long to fall asleep after sex. Sometimes if he’s still hard and you’re still awake, he’ll pull your back into his chest and lazily fuck you from behind. Usually you both fall asleep spooning, but on some occasions you’ve found your front glued to Eddie thanks to his arms pinning you in place at your waist, your faces only inches apart. Sleeping alongside him is more often than not a tangle of limbs and skin on skin. He prefers sleeping naked, because the skin contact helps comfort him, but otherwise he sleeps in a pair of boxers and a loose tee-shirt.
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Here Now
Summary: When things boil down, is it really worth throwing away all those years?
Pairings: Tom x Reader
A/N: Part 2 is here! I'm honestly super excited to see what you guys think about this part. The result of the last part honestly shocked me, I wasn't expecting many responses but you guys blew me out of the water. So I started the second part shortly after publishing the first, and here it is.
It had been four months, four long months for Tom. (Y/N) stayed strong and true to her word, staying out of the brunette brits life. He hadn't seen her since that day when he came home to find her packing up her things. However, just because he hadn't seen her didn't mean he hadn't heard about her. Harrison brought her up all the time, it had seemed that his best mate had become her replacement for Tom. Because every time he turned around it was,
“Nope, can't hang out today, (Y/N) and I have plans.”
or,
“You’ll never guess what (Y/N) just said,” sometimes he’d catch Haz laughing at his phone and instantly knew that it was the blondes new BFF.
All of this and his realization that he royally screwed up made him feel terrible. But knowing (Y/N) didn't want to see him, he dove into his relationship with Chrissy, into his work, anything to keep him busy. Anything to keep his mind off of her. And it worked, for the most part, though after a while he had to stop sleeping. Because he still dreamt of her, from the time he laid down and closed his eyes, just long enough to fall asleep. She still managed to seep into his mind. Consuming his every last thought with how he could have done things differently. So he stopped sleeping, only doing so when he was so exhausted he barely lasted long enough to hit the pillow.
He was never at home anymore, so Harrison didn't notice and Chrisy only cared enough to know if he was willing to get ‘it’ up at night. So for a while it worked, it worked well, the pain never subsided but he was content with having to endure it because he deserved it. He should have picked differently. It worked right up until Harrisons birthday came around. Of course, he had to go, they were best mates after all. But of course so was Haz and (Y/N). His plan worked so well until he had to see her.
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It's amazing how different someone can look when you haven't seen them in a while, especially if you used to see them every day. She definitely looked different standing to the side, Jacobs' arm draped over her shoulders in a friendly manner. The very image made Tom feel worse, that used to be his job at social events. She never really liked unwanted attention, but she did like dressing up. This was very evident by the high heels and short black dress she was wearing. She honestly looked great, standing with their shared friends, laughing and joking along with the rest of them. It felt like he was outside, looking in on this perfect image. He missed so her much, the pain was unending. This sent him on a quest to find the only thing that could help him, alcohol.
Later on when most of the crowd had left, except for the close friend group, and Chrissy. Tom had invited an hour into drinking, needing a different distraction for tonight. The friends were all sat, comfortably in the living room, for the most part. (Y/N), who helped Haz set up the party, was trying to clean up some of the mess left in the living room. This only lead to her getting pulled down into the small space between said birthday boy and Jacob, making the girl giggle. Which only resulted in Tom snarling lightly into his drink and pull Chrissy into his side more.
“We should play a game,” Harrison suggested, taking a sip of his drink.
“Like what?” Zendaya asked from her spot on one of the many chairs, interest peaked.
“Quarters?” was his quick and questioning response. The only objections he got were from (Y/N) and Jacob about how they sucked at it, but they agreed to suffer cause it was his birthday after all.
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“I can't believe you!” came a shrill shriek from the kitchen.
The group had taken a break ten minutes ago a few of them claiming they were starting to not feel sick. Tom had gone to the kitchen, Chrissy trailing behind him like a lost puppy, nobody had heard a peep from her all night. She was too busy sucking and kissing on Tom’s neck to speak. So the loud shriek came completely unexpected to everyone else sitting only feet away from the open kitchen. Everyone got up and walked around to counter to find, Tom bent over holding his stomach, puke and the smell of it all over Chrissy’s black high heels.
(Y/N), as if only running off of instincts, immediately jumped into action.
“Harrison, Jacob, take him into the bathroom, sit him down next to the toilet and get out a few rags.” Both the boys nodded, following orders without objections. “Daya, if you could go into Toms room and grab a change of clothes for him. Sweats and a tee would be best,” the tall girl also nodded, adding on a short ‘of course’ before doing as she was asked.”Ok and Chrissy-”
“Nope, not happening, he ruined my heels. So whatever you wanted me to do its not happening.” The girl in front of (Y/N) had a very spoiled bitch looked about her. Long blonde hair, down and curled, the only thing covering up her self as she was wearing a very revealing dress. No doubt to try and get Tom’s attention. It was unsettling to admit, but she was actually pretty the whole outfit worked for her. Well, everything except the pile of Toms leftovers around her feet.
“Look just peel off the heel, leave them in the throw-up and you can go. You're obviously not gonna be any help.” (Y/N) was short and to the point, way to busy trying to get into the bathroom to help tom to worry about ‘little miss princess’s temper tantrum. Though apparently being blunt wasn't clear enough for her, as she continued to go off.
“You're kidding, right? I'm not leaving till I know Tom is gonna buy me a new pair of heels to replace these.” (Y/N) rolled her eyes and turned away from her and walking into the bathroom. Harrison handed one of the rags out to her, which she gladly took, getting out some medicine for Tom and dampening the rag slightly. Moving to kneel down next to the sick boy, but stopped when the blonde also stepped into the bathroom, yelling still.
“He’s buying me a new pair of heels!” (Y/N) rolled her eyes, placing both the rag and medicine down on the counter before stepping over and dragging Chrissy out of the room.
“Damn it, Chrissy! Can’t you tell that he doesn't feel good?” (Y/N) asked, voice slightly raised gesturing back toward the boy knelt next to the toilet. “All your doing is starting stupid problems because you're not getting any attention. News flash sweetheart the world doesn't revolve around you and nobody in this house cares about your fucking shoes. So get the hell out of here and go home before I have to make you leave,” By now (Y/N) was almost chest to chest with the attention seeker, eyes glaring daggers at her. And Chrissy obeyed, scurrying down the hall and out the door.
With the nuisance out of the way, (Y/N) made her way back into the bathroom and cleaned up tom, having Harrison and Jacob get him changed and then had both boys then help carry him to his bed. After this and cleaning up the aftermath of everything, the house was left with only Harrison, (Y/N), and Tom.
“Are you sure you don't want to take my bed? I can sleep in here, but he doesn't really need a babysitter.” (Y/N) smiled softly, looking over at the boy on the bed fast asleep, and spoke quietly without moving her gaze.
“No,” her voice gentle, as if giving the word a different meaning. “No, I want to make sure he's gonna be ok,” Harrison glanced between her and his best lad, and he knew, he wasn't going to change her mind. So with a small knowing smile, he simply nodded and closed the door, plummeting the room in darkness. The only light coming in from the bedrooms windows, moonlight lit the room in a dreamy glow, casting what seemed to be the perfect effect. Tom looked beautiful, she missed him, deeply. The (e/c) eyed girl wiped away a stray tear and walked over to Toms sleek dresser. Then for the first time in four months, she stripped herself of her burdens, black skintight dress pooling around her feet. And put on the closest thing to her savior himself, Toms shirt filled her with butterflies. It slid over her comfortably, like hugging an old friend. It smelt of home and surrounded her with happy memories. She pulled her hair out of the small bun that had formed while she was kneeling in front of Tom in the bathroom. Letting her hair fall wildly around her, moving over to the sleeping boy carefully, shoes long forgotten in the sick scuffle only hours before. She pulled his comforter back over him where it belonged and moved to walk away when a hand found her wrist.
“Please stay,” The voice groggy and cautious. (Y/N) turned back to look at the boy a little surprised he had woken up. “With me please,” Even in the dark room, she could still make out his features perfectly, her eyes carefully trailing over the worried lines, dark circles, and new, slightly quivering lip. She knew what he was referring to, stay with him, not only in his room. In his bed and in his life forever again. Like how its supposed to be. She smiled sadly.
“If I do, will you sleep?” She gently reached out and cupped one cheek lightly, Tom leaned in almost instantly. He left one chaste kiss to her palm and nodded quickly, pulling her down gently onto the bed with him, under the covers. He didn't trust himself to speak knowing that all that would come out would be lost in sobs. She knew, she knows him better than anyone, of course, she knew. So she laid down, letting toms arms snake around her as he placed his head on her stomach carefully. This was a comfortable and familiar position for both of them, used whenever Tom was stressed, or vice-versa. And of course, she quickly found her fingers running through his brown curls.
(Y/N) held tom as he cried into her, holding her tightly. No words were spoken, none needed to be. This is what they needed, she laid there and kept him grounded, she was there, she wasn't leaving again. His best friend was there to stay.
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S(w)inging in the Rain | SR
Summary: Steve has developed a crush on his running partner, Reader. He knows that she has a boyfriend, so he doesn’t make a move. What happens when one morning they are running in the rain and Reader’s makeup washes off, revealing a black eye?
A/N: *shrugs*
Warning: Some mentions of domestic abuse
Word Count: 1680
Steven Grant Rogers was always a man of principals. Always opening doors for ladies. Always greeting someone new with a firm handshake. Always remembering his manners.
Which is why it wasn’t a surprise for him to respect [Y/N]’s relationship, even though he was on the verge of believing he was in love with her.
They had met roughly a year ago, while on their morning runs. Steve was usually out running the National Mall strip (A/N: for those of you who don’t know, this is where all of the museums are located in Washington DC - it’s not an actual mall) before the sun even came up. He had stopped for just a moment to grab a sip of his water when she ran passed. What caught his eye in particular was the way her [Y/S/C] skin looked in the rising morning light.
It took Steve about 3 more days of not-so-creepily stalking her for him to approach her. He introduced himself and had inquired about her running routine. [Y/N] was more than happy to explain how she had just moved to DC, and she was looking for a new running partner - which Steve eagerly offered to do.
[Y/N] had nearly laughed herself hoarse, “I’m sorry! I don’t mean to be rude! It’s just... I’ve seen you on your run Steve, there’s no way I could keep up with you. And there’s no way that I could ask you to slow your run either.”
Steve had come up with the perfect compromise, he would run 4 laps before slowing down to join her on his 5th lap around.
For a year they stuck to their compromise, using every 5th lap to learn more about each other. [Y/N] learned more about life in 1930-1940’s. Steve learned that [Y/N] was a defense attorney in a firm downtown, that she moved to DC from [Y/H/T], and that she was in a committed relationship with her boyfriend.
Steve had to constantly remind himself of that fact, [Y/N] had a boyfriend. He had to respect that. But even as he reminded himself, Steve couldn’t help but fall deeper and deeper in love with her every time they went out for a run.
He loved how [Y/N]’s [Y/E/C] eyes would scan the skies after the sun came up. He loved how on Friday’s she opted out of her usual ‘splash of milk and two sugar’ coffee for tea. He loved how after their runs she would pull her hair out of the hair band in a violent shake.
Steve shook his head, letting a groan passed his lips. No! She had a boyfriend!
“What’s going on over there, punk?” His best friend’s voice sounded from across the table.
Steve looked up at his friend, giving him a sad smile.
“He’s probably thinking about [Y/N].” Sam answered for him.
Bucky’s eyes knitted in confusion, “is that the girl you guys run with?”
Steve responded with a nod.
“Wasn’t she the one who convinced you to watch that musical?” Bucky asked.
“Yeah Singing in the Rain.” Steve smiled at the mention of [Y/N]’s favorite musical.
“Yeah. That one with a boyfriend.” Sam added on, Steve’s eyes narrowing at his other friend. Sam could only shrug, “What? It’s true. I don’t know why she’s with him though. Her boyfriend is kind of a dick.”
Just before either men could respond, Steve’s phone gave out a chime.
A smile graced his lips when he read the name, speak of the devil…
From: [Y/N]
To: Steve
Hey Star-Spangled Man!
Hope your mission went well!
You better not be hurt! (WHAT WOULD I DO WITHOUT MY RUNNING PARTNER!)
Anyway, just letting you know that I am not going to be running tomorrow.
I’ll see you on Friday.
Steve’s smile dropped. That wasn’t right… [Y/N] went running every day. Without question. She’d run if she was sick. If she couldn’t run in the morning, she’d run in the evening. She always ran.
Steve shot back a text before he could overthink it.
From: Steve
To: [Y/N]
Hey doll!
Hope you’re okay… it’s not like you to miss out on a run.
See you Friday.
Steve frowned in confusion. Thinking back to Sam’s comment, he chimed in, “what do you mean her boyfriend is kind of a dick?”
Sam snapped his eyes back to Cap, “you don’t see it? [Y/N]’s boyfriend is always giving you the stink eye. He always has an attitude. And he’s kind of controlling.”
Steve tried to think back to all of his encounters with her boyfriend.
“Hey Steve! This is my boyfriend, Tyler. Tyler this is Steve, my running partner. Remember? The one I was telling you about?” [Y/N] smiled.
Her boyfriend stood beside her assessing Steve. Steve was standing there with his hand held out, ever the gentleman.
Taking Steve’s hand, Tyler looked him directly in the eye. It’s was a battle of wills, and Steve was not going to back down.
“Captain.” Was all Tyler said before breaking eye contact.
He leaned down and whispered something in [Y/N]’s ear, thanks to the Super Soldier Serum Steve could hear him growl, “I don’t like him.”
Friday couldn’t come fast enough for Captain America. Steve was practically bouncing on the balls of his feet in anticipation.
Looking at the rolling gray clouds, Steve couldn’t help but frown.
“Rain or shine. We run, Rogers!” Someone interrupted.
The first thing his eyes were drawn to was the NASA ball cap (A/N: shout out to Chris’ nerdy obsession). Then it was drawn to her tee shirt, right in the middle was a graphic of Steve’s shield.
“Nice shirt!” Steve joked.
The two of them briefly caught up while they stretched. But as Steve began his 4 laps without her, he couldn’t shake the feel that something was off with [Y/N]. When she had jogged up to him earlier she averted her eyes from him. When she spoke it was quieter than usual.
When he questioned it during their lap together, she denied anything being wrong. They had just looped around their lap together, when the thunder rolled over the capital.
Steve was in the middle of one of his alone laps when the clouds opened up and began to pour, soaking him instantly.
He lapped [Y/N] two more times before slowing down for their second lap together.
“So… where’s Sam?” [Y/N] inquired.
Steve was occupied with how water was dripping off of the bill of her hat, “he’s on a mission with Stark.”
Although Steve considered her a very close friend, he tried to keep information about the Avengers as vague as possible.
“That’s cool. And how’s Bucky?”
Steve smiled lightly, [Y/N] had only met Bucky once, but she made it a habit of asking about Steve’s childhood friend.
“He’s good. Still adjusting, but doing a lot better. Thanks for asking.”
Silence fell over [Y/N].
“[Y/N]? Are you sure you’re okay?” Steve’s voice filled with concern.
When she didn’t respond, Steve looked over at her. His hand came down on her shoulder, stopping her.
From his angle he could see her tears mixing with the rain. Turning her slowly, his eyes honed in on the dark mark that graced her other eye. The rain had erased the makeup that was covering it up.
Anger began to bubbling in his stomach, “[Y/N]. Where did you get that black eye?”
When a sob escaped her lips, Steve pulled her against him. [Y/N] let the tears overflow onto his already soaked shirt.
Steve began whispering sweet nothings, trying to calm not only her but himself. “Shh.. doll. I got you. I’m not gonna let anyone hurt you anymore.”
The sound of pouring rain was the only thing they could hear until, “[Y/N]!” Someone shouted from across the field.
Even in his arms, Steve could feel [Y/N] tensing up. When she tried to step away, Steve’s arms wouldn’t budge.
“Steve… please.” His heart broke at the sound of her whimper.
Captain Rogers could hear the sound of [Y/N]’s boyfriend’s footsteps drawing closer.
“Steve, he’s going to get mad.”
Steve looked down at the scared woman in his arms, “you’re not going to go back to that monster.”
Pressing a soft kiss to her bruised eye, Steve released her.
“What the hell Rogers? What do you think you’re doing with my girlfriend?” Tyler roared, causing [Y/N] to flinch.
“Would man give his girlfriend a black eye?” Steve emanated pure rage.
Tyler took another step towards the pair, Steve subconsciously moved [Y/N] so she stood behind him.
Steve stole one last look at [Y/N], “it’s like that musical you love so much. I’m swinging in the rain.” He smiled cheekily.
But before she could respond Tyler descended on Steve. What [Y/N]’s dick of a boyfriend failed to remember is that Steve was faster and more trained. Ducking Tyler’s right hook, Steve angled his body and threw one solid jab right into Tyler’s jaw.
After Steve laid waste to Tyler with one punch, he turned his attention back to the woman that held his heart.
[Y/N] stood there in shock.
“What do we do now?” was the first thing out of her mouth.
Walking back over to her, Steve glanced back at the unconscious fool. “We leave him. He’s a piece of shit anyway!”
[Y/N] quickly smacked him on the chest, “language Steve!”
Picking her up by the waist Steve swinging her through the rain, “I told you doll, I wasn’t going to let anyone hurt you anymore.”
It took a minute of spinning for her to finally break out a giggle. Steve thought that right then and there that there was no sweeter sound.
As they walked away [Y/N] couldn’t help but add, “two schools of thought here Cap. 1. You threw a jab, there is no swinging in a jab. And 2. The musical is “Singing in the Rain” NOT Swinging in the Rain!”
Steve stroked her bruised eye carefully before kissing her cheek, “whatever you say, doll.”
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Welcome To New York
I Wanna Be Yours Series: Part III (Part I, Part II)
“Here we are in our New York apartment with a view…seems only right that we break it in. Don’t you think, Bill?” Richie suggested smoothly, and Bill nodded.
“I t-think the p-perfect way w-would to make our girl c-cum so many t-times that she can’t e-even remember her own n-name or ours. W-would you like t-that, Baby Girl?” Bill asked and Bev groaned in anticipation, she knew that they would make good on their promise.
“Fuck yes, let’s make this place really ours.” Her words were met with two wicked smiles from her boys.
Pairing: Billverie (BillxBevxRichie)
Rating: Explicit
A/N: HERE IT IS EVERYONE! Billverie is back! @billbenbev and I decided that we just loved these three too much, and that we needed to expand the “I Wanna Be Yours” universe! As of right now, we have eight other connected one-shots planned for this series, and hope to get one out every week!!! (I say hope because y’all know that I’m a mess, and this one alone took me a week and a half to finish…) Who knows where we will go from there! Thank you to everyone who has supported Billverie and sent questions and words of love in for the OT3, we can’t wait to see it grow! Make sure you check out Lua’s blog to see Mood Boards and other Billverie content, like the awesome header she made for this fic! ❤️❤️❤️
NSFW Under the Cut…
“What time did Stan say that we were leaving again?” Richie asked as he attempted to drag four duffel bags full of his things behind him.
“He s-said to be at h-his house at f-four thirty.” Bill answered, groaning as he looked at the pile of Richie’s things that he was somehow supposed to fit and secure in the back of his truck. It wasn’t much, just a beat up silver pickup truck that Richie had affectionately named ‘Silver Two’, but Bill, Bev, and Richie had all pooled their savings from working over the summer in order to afford it. It was the first piece of their new life together.
“Is that seriously all you are bringing, William?” Richie gawked, staring at Bill’s lone foot trunk and duffel from the army surplus store two towns over. Bill rolled his eyes in response. “Fine, fine. All you need are your flannels, jorts, and baseball tees. Got it.”
“W-would you shut the f-fuck up about the j-jorts? I threw t-them all a-away after y-you made it known h-how much you h-hated them.” Bill tossed over his shoulder as he attempted to heft his trunk onto the bed of the truck by himself.
“Jesus, Bill, let me help. You’re not actually Captain America.” Richie muttered, grabbing one end of the trunk, they lifted it easily and Bill hopped up to move it into the right position. When he had, Richie began handing him the other bags, they still had to drive over to Bev’s Aunt Clara’s apartment to pick her up and all of her things, then they were heading over to the Uris house where the parents were throwing a small send off party. Well, some of the parents.
It was really Maggie Tozier and Andrea Uris who had put the whole thing together. Mike’s grandparents and Ben’s mom would be joining as well. Bev’s aunt had to work, so she would be saying goodbye at the apartment. Bill’s parents wouldn’t be attending of course, Bill hadn’t spoken to them in months, not since he had moved in with the Toziers in February. Then there was Sonia Kaspbrak. She had downright refused, threatening Eddie once again that if he left to be with his sinning siren of a boyfriend, that he would never be welcomed home again. Eddie had simply packed his bags and left, knowing that he had more of a family with the Losers than he had ever had with her. When Andrea had heard of this, she set up the guest room for Eddie and told him that he had a new home in Derry.
Bill secured the bungee cords over their luggage and hopped down from the truck, lifting the tailgate and slamming it closed, before rounding the truck and joining Richie in the cab. They took one last look at Richie’s childhood home, Bill’s adopted home too, and waved, before backing out of the driveway and heading down the street in the direction of Bev’s apartment. Richie hummed along to the song that was playing through the speakers. He turned his head to the side and watched Bill carefully.
“Hey, I love you, Denbrough. You know that right?” Richie asked sweetly, scooting closer to Bill across the bench seat. Bill raised his eyebrows a little in surprise before he let out a small chuckle and smiled.
“Y-yeah, I know. I l-love you too, Tozier.” He returned, and threw his right arm over Richie’s shoulders as he drove, leaning in slightly when Richie pressed a sweet kiss to his cheek.
They made it to Bev’s in near record time, Richie snuggling himself into Bill’s side and singing along to the radio softly the whole time. Bil pulled ‘Silver Two’ up to the curb outside of the brick building and shut the engine off. Bev pulled the door open to the apartment before they could even knock.
“Well hot damn, two fine as hell gentleman callers standing at my chamber door. What ever is a lady to do?” She drawled in a fake southern accent, red lips curling into a sultry pout.
“Well my dear, I do declare, that you could invite said gentleman callers in.” Richie returned, matching her accent easily. He leaned forward and brushed a fallen curl out of her face.
“Seems most appropriate, Kind Sir.” She smirked, curtseying as Richie bowed and then walked into the apartment past her. She turned her attention to Bill who was rocking back and forth on his heels with his hands stuffed in his pockets, he looked down at her through the messy locks of hair that always fell in front of his face. “Hey, Bill.” Bev said sweetly, dropping the accent.
“Hi, Bevvy.” He said with a small smile, taking her outstretched hand and following her into the apartment. Bev and Clara’s apartment was eccentric to say the least. It was really more of a studio than a full on living space, but that fit both of them better anyway. There was only one bedroom, and then a loft where Bev’s bed and things were all set up, the rest of the space was just one common room. Bev had all of her things ready and sitting by the couch.
“Ah, Bill and Bev, there you are.” Clara said with a wave of her hand, the bracelets on her wrist clinking together. “I was starting to think that you two had run off into the sunset together and left me here with Richie.” She said with a smile, and Richie scoffed faux insulted.
“Pssssssh. As if. They both love me too much.” Richie replied easily, there was still the smallest amount of doubt about that statement that lived inside of him and most likely always would, but today was a good day and he didn’t want to spoil it by bringing that up.
“Mhmm, you must be fantastic in bed because your personality is meh.” Clara responded, flicking his ear as she walked past him.
“CLARA!” Bev shrieked, and her aunt let out a wicked laugh. Clara had been the first person outside of the Losers Club that they had told about their relationship. It wasn’t at all intentional.
Clara was supposed to be working a double shift, and the three of them were eager to be able to spend some quality time alone. It had been about two weeks since they had returned from the road trip and they hadn’t been able to be intimate since then. Clara’s second shift had been filled by someone else and she came home to see Richie laying on his back completely naked while he gave Bill a blow job and Bev blew him.
Clara had handled it in stride, leaving them to finish before coming back and sitting them all down for a conversation. She was incredibly supportive, and had even gone as far to buy them a wholesale box of condoms and a giant bottle of lube. The three of them had been beyond horrified, but her overall acceptance led to them having the courage to tell Maggie and Wentworth about their relationship. They were skeptical at first, having just warmed up to the idea of Richie and Bill dating each other, but they tried their hardest to be open minded and they truly loved Bev already.
“Sorry, sorry. I have to get the jokes out while you are still here, Marshmallow. I’m covering my sadness with humour.” Clara said pouting slightly, and Bev’s face dropped to match hers. They pulled each other into a tight hug, rocking back and forth slightly. “I’m so proud of you, Munchkin. So proud of you for getting out of this town and following your dreams. You’re going to do great, kid.”
“Thanks, Clara.” Bev said between small sobs, tears running freely down her face. She didn’t have to look to know that Clara wasn’t doing much better. “Fuck, we promised that we wouldn’t do this! You’re coming to visit in a few weeks, we shouldn’t be crying. This should be happy.”
“You’re right.” Clara said pulling back, wiping the tears off of Bev’s face before tending to her own. “You are going to be so amazing, and I’ll see you soon. And you will call every week, if you need anything I will drive the five hours to you.” Clara told her and Bev nodded, pulling her in for another hug.
“I love you, Clara. Thank you for everything.” Bev said genuinely. She meant it too, with all her heart. She didn’t know what she would have done if Clara hadn’t come back to Derry to raise her.
“I love you too, Beverly.” She said before turning on her heel and staring down her niece’s boyfriends. They may have been at least a foot taller than her, but that didn’t make her any less intimidating. “Now you two knuckleheads. You take care of my girl, in that big city. Or I’ll kill you.” She warned and both boys gulped and nodded. “And take care of yourselves and each other too. I am so glad that you three found each other in this way.” She pulled the two boys into a hug and then motioned for Bev to join. They held on for a few minutes before they pulled back. Richie and Bill grabbed Bev’s things and made their way down the stairs and to the truck, leaving Bev alone to have a few more precious moments of farewells with her aunt.
“Bev p-packed lighter t-than you and she’s a g-girl, Richie!” Bill said exasperated, as he shifted Richie’s things around again to make room for Bev’s trunk and suitcases. It was proving to be far more difficult than he had planned.
“It takes a lot of work to look this good, William! Do you want me to age quickly and with a lack of grace? I think not.” Richie punctuated this sentiment by sticking his tongue out at Bill.
“I s-swear to God, if a-all that is in h-here is c-comic books and v-video games, I’m g-going to hurt y-you.” Bill groaned and hopped down from the truck. Richie pouted his lips, unable to argue further, and Bill rolled his eyes before pressing a soft kiss to Richie’s lips.
“Damn, look at those two hot guys kissing. What does a girl have to do to be lucky enough to be in a relationship with both of them? Oh, wait. I already am.” Bev laughed to herself and the boys both rolled their eyes affectionately at her antics.
“Come on, Marshmallow. Get in the truck. Stan probably already has his panties in a wad, and we don’t want to be late for that show.” Richie said as he open the door and motioned for her to climb in. She smacked a sloppy kiss onto his cheek as she climbed in and Richie slid in after her. “Hi ho Silver Two, away!!!” He screamed, tapping his hand on the door. Bill looked over at him with a scowl, but started the truck nonetheless and pulled off down the road.
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“Could you be any less punctual? I’d expect this from the two of them but you, William, really?” Stan asked when they pulled into his driveway, there was a smirk threatening to peak through his stormy expression, and Richie jumped out of the truck and pulled him into a smothering hug.
“Staniel, my love, so glad to see you.” Richie said cheerfully as Bev and Bill moved to join them. “Is everyone else inside? You managed to get Mike’s car all packed up?”
“Yes, they are inside. Where you should have been…” He paused to glance down at his watch to get an accurate number. “Sixteen minutes ago.” He finished, prying Richie’s octopus like limbs off of him.
“I’m s-sorry, Stan. I had to r-re-re-arrange everything in the t-truck like twelve times.” Bill explained as they walked towards Stan’s front door. “Someone p-packed far too m-much.”
“I wonder who that was…” Stan snarked half heartedly as they reached everyone else. Eddie wore a similar expression to the one his boyfriend had been when they had pulled up.
“Do any of you own a watch?” He asked, blinking his eyes incredulously. Richie went to scoop him up in his arms, but Eddie stepped back with a warning glance. “I think that it is time that we discuss some boundaries since we will be living together.”
“O-or we c-could enjoy this l-lovely get together, and n-not start with the d-dramatics?” Bill suggested, and Eddie let out a huff of frustration. He wouldn’t dare challenge Bill’s words. Richie and Bev left them alone to go mingle and find Maggie and Wentworth. “T-thanks, Eds. We can t-talk about s-specifics when w-we get there.”
“Promise?” Eddie asked, holding up his pinky finger towards Bill and Bill let out a small laugh, before raising his pinky to hook with Eddie’s.
“Promise.” Bill replied with a smile. He slung his arm over Eddie’s shoulder and pulled him along with him as he went to find something sweet to eat. Maggie and Andrea had made quite a spread, everything displayed in plastic containers that they could snap the lid on and send off with the kids to take with them.
Bill couldn’t help but wonder if his parents even cared that he was heading so far away. If life had been more simple, less plagued with the Denbrough trauma, maybe they would be here.
“Hey, Baby.” Bev said, sliding up next to him and pulling his hand into her own. “What’s going on in that beautiful mind of yours?” She asked sweetly, and Bill felt his walls breaking down.
“C-can we go s-somewhere else?” He asked softly, and Bev nodded, pulling him along with her until they were in the Uris’ sitting room. Bill sat down and Bev made herself comfortable in his lap, she looked up at him with her caring blue eyes, and Bill felt the tears he had been trying so hard to will away fill his eyes.
“Oh, Billy.” She cooed, and wrapped her arms around him in a comforting hug. Bill buried his face in her hair, it smelled like coconut and it calmed him. She had been using the same brand of shampoo since they were in middle school, and it made him feel at home and grounded. Bev and Richie, and the other Losers, were his home now. He knew that he should accept that but he still hurt.
“W-why don’t they l-love me, Bev?” He choked out. Finally voicing what was swirling around in his brain. Bev pulled back slightly, bracing his face with her delicate hands.
“I don’t know, Bill. I wish I did, I wish I had the words to explain why people do terrible things. I’ve tried to understand for so long.” Bev trailed off slightly, trying to wipe some of her own tears away. “But, what I know is that those people don’t matter. You can choose your family, choose your own path.”
“I k-know.” He sighed, that was an easy concept to accept in theory, but when your own flesh and blood doesn’t want you…it burns. Bev frowned slightly and Bill felt like he needed to rush to clarify. “I j-just…I wish t-things were different. It’s not t-that you a-and Richie d-don’t show me e-enough love.”
“Of course not, Bill. I know what you mean.” She said pulling him into another hug and rocking him back and forth in a soothing motion. “It’s normal for you to crave their attention and love, that doesn’t mean that you’re broken and can’t accept our love. I understand.”
“T-thanks, Ginger Babe.” He sniffled, and Bev smiled at him brightly with the mention of his nickname for her. She brushed some of Bill’s hair out of his face in another soothing manner.
“One last thing before we join the party again…you’re our glue, Denbrough. I need you to know that. With the Losers Club. With our trio, we wouldn’t work without you. Without your kind heart and courageous soul. You make us all better.” She told him sincerely, and Bill could feel the warmth spreading through his chest.
He pressed his lips against Bev’s and she returned the kiss quickly, pouring her love and trust for him into the kiss. They pulled apart and rested their foreheads together.
“Well damn, now I know why you were missing from the party. Getting all warm and cozy in the Uris house and you didn’t bother to invite me!” Richie joked as he entered the room and sat down next to Bill. He picked up on Bill’s red rimmed eyes quickly and shot Bev a look to make sure that they were okay, she nodded at him subtly. “So, Stan wants us to leave in about fifteen. The moms are stocking our vehicles with food right now and then we are going to do our last hugs and goodbyes. Mom and Dad want to talk to you, Bill.” Richie told him and Bill seemed to straighten up a bit, nodding.
“Okay. W-we should go t-then and not keep t-them waiting.” Bill said, lifting Bev off of his lap easily and setting her back on her feet. Richie tilted Bill’s head back towards him and pressed a quick kiss to his lips. “W-what was that for?” Bill asked, quirking his eyebrow in confusion.
“Because I love you more than words, William.” Richie told him in a gentle voice that made butterflies erupt in Bill’s stomach. He then followed that sweet gesture up by slapping Bill’s ass and running out of the room before Bill could get back at him.
Bill found Maggie and Wentworth easily when he returned to the main room. He could tell that they had been waiting for him, and it made his nerves act up even more. They had done so much for him, and it worried him now that they wanted to talk to him alone like this. They waved him over, and he stuffed his hands into his pockets as he walked over to them.
“M-mr. and Mrs. Tozier.” He greeted them politely when he reached them, head still ducked a little.
“Bill, how many times do we have to tell you that it’s Maggie and Wentworth. You’re part of the family.” Maggie told him sincerely, resting her hand on his shoulder and Bill flushed a little. He nodded in understanding and she hummed in response.
“We want to make sure that you have everything you need for New York.” Wentworth cut in, and Bill lifted his eyes to meet his, asking for clarification. “You didn’t come to us with a whole lot, and you know as well as we do that Richie is taking way too much with him…”
“HEY! THERE IS NO SUCH THING AS BEING TOO PREPARED DADDY-O!” Richie called from where he was apparently eavesdropping a few feet away. All three of them whipped their heads towards him in slight disbelief that he would interrupt a private moment like that.
“Richard, you are not too old…Just butt out, Kid.” That seemed to be enough to deter Richie from listening in on their conversation or interrupting again. Wentworth took a deep breath to calm his nerves and to focus back on his conversation with Bill. “Like I was saying, Bill, Maggie and I want to send you off to school with a little something that will help you with your writing.” Maggie pulled a wrapped box off of a table behind her and held it out for Bill.
“W-what? No, you d-didn’t have to get m-me anything. You t-took me in…” He trailed off as Maggie gave him another warm smile and pressed the box into his hands. It was a bit heavy and he frowned at that. He set it down and worked on tearing the paper off. He felt tears well up in his eyes when he saw what it was. The words Apple PowerBook 540C were shocking to him. “Oh my God.” He breathed out.
“It’s a portable computer. You can type all of your stories out on it and then save them on disks. The gentleman at the store assured me that this would be perfect for you.” Maggie explained, and Bill set the box down carefully, pulling her into a hug as a few tears slipped down his face.
“T-thank you.” He breathed out and she held his shaking form tighter until he pulled back to give Wentworth a hug as well. “You g-guys are s-so amazing. I d-don’t know what I d-did to deserve y-you.” He told them, still in disbelief.
“You’re our son now, William. You don’t have to do anything to deserve what you need.” Wentworth told him, and Maggie nodded in agreement. Bill ducked his head again and scuffed the toe of his shoe across the carpet, his thoughts of his birth parents from earlier flooding his mind, and he realized how right Bev had been. Biology wasn’t what was important, it is actions that matter more. He took a deep breath.
“Uhm, I’ve w-wanted to ask y-you this f-for a l-little bit…” He started, and Maggie looked at him a little concerned, so he just steeled his nerves and continued. “W-would it be o-okay if I c-called you Mom a-and Dad?” He asked, his stutter increasing with his nerves in this stressful admission.
“Oh Bill, of course!” Maggie clapped her hands over her mouth, tears of happiness making their way into her eyes. “I would love that, I really would.” She told him before pulling him into another hug. Wentworth patted him on the back, a look of pride in his own eyes.
“Well, Son, it looks like everyone else is packing up and saying their goodbyes, so let’s get you and this computer out into the truck.” He told him and Bill nodded, lifting the box and holding it to his chest. Richie was waiting for them by the front door.
“Damn, Billy. What do you have there?” Richie asked, eyes widening as he read the words on the box. “You bought him a computer? You wouldn’t even buy me a new walkman!” Richie squawked, and Bill rolled his eyes. He knew that Richie didn’t actually begrudge him, they both loved each other too much for that.
“Uh huh, and what exactly happened to your last walkman, Richard?” Wentworth asked and Richie’s snappy reply died in his throat.
“Alright, Father. I can not fight you on that point.” Richie conceded. “I’ll just have to borrow Bill’s.” He said.
“So t-that mine c-could meet a s-similar fate?” Bill asked with a raise of his eyebrows and Richie stuck his tongue out at him. Bill secured his new computer in the cab of his truck, helping Bev to climb up into the truck as well since she was holding a container of dozens of cookies, before he turned back to the Toziers.
“I guess it is time to say goodbye…” Richie started, and Bill could see that his cocky exterior was starting to melt away. He was going to miss his parents more than he could say. They hadn’t always understood him, but they had supported him. “Mom.” He croaked before pulling her into a hug. She held him close, and stroked up and down his back like she had when he was a child, though he was much taller now.
“T-thanks for e-ev-verything, Dad.” Bill said before holding his hand out for a shake like the men in his family had always done, but this was met with a slight eye roll as Wentworth pulled him into another hug. When they pulled back Richie shot him a look of question that also held pride and love, before they swapped parents for hugs. “I l-love you, Mom. T-thank you.” Bill told Maggie as she hugged him, with just the same warmth as she had hugged Richie with.
“I love you too, Bill. I love both of you boys so much.” She said pulling them both into a group hug. Wentworth let out a slight chuckle at the sight and quickly snapped a picture with his camera.
“Okay, okay. Time for you two to go.” He told them and they all nodded, pulling away from Maggie. “Now this isn’t forever, we will be coming down to the city in three weeks to see Bill’s first game, and you will be back here for Thanksgiving.” He told them, and they all knew that it was true, but that this was still a major step.
“You’re right.” Richie said with a smile, and they all headed over to the truck. Richie and Bill slid into their seats and buckled up.
“Bye, Bev. I wish you all of the luck, Sweetheart. You take care of our boys, they need a strong woman to guide them, and you my dear fit the bill.” Maggie said through the open window, and Bev smiled back at her in thanks. “You have a safe drive, and one of you call me when you get settled in tomorrow night. Let me know that you are safe and alive.”
“Of c-course, Mom.” Bill told her, liking the way that it rolled off of his tongue and the feeling of having parents who cared about him again. He backed carefully out of the driveway, waving at everyone one last time before they were on their way.
Bill followed Mike’s car, careful not to lose sight of it, as they headed out of Derry and towards their future.
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“LAND! SOLID LAND!” Richie cried as he flung himself out of the truck and onto the pavement of the sidewalk outside of their apartment building. It was late, just after midnight, but they still had to get all of their things up to their apartment before they could park the vehicles in the garage and actually get some rest.
“Bev, b-baby it’s time to w-wake up. We’re h-here.” Bill said gently, trying to coax her out of her sleep. She had curled up between the two of them and fallen asleep with her head against Bill’s shoulder sometime while they were driving through Connecticut. Her eyes started fluttering open and she groaned as she came back to the world of the living. “T-there’s my s-sweet Ginger Babe.” Bill said with a smile, looking down at her fondly.
“Mmmm, Billy, What time is it?” She groaned, blinking a few times, before letting out a small yawn. Bill tucked a piece of her hair behind her ear.
“Just after m-midnight.” Bill told her and she nodded. She diverted her attention to where Richie was talking to Stan and Eddie in front of the truck. Mike, Vic, and Ben were already working on unloading what they could from Mike’s SUV.
“We should get to it then, get all of our things upstairs before we all collapse from sleep exhaustion.” Bev suggested, shooting Bill a wink. He nodded and they both slid out of the truck.
As a team they decided that Richie would stay down on the street to police the area and make sure that no one took their things or vehicles while they were upstairs. It was Stan’s idea and honestly the rest of them agreed. Sleep deprived Richie was even raunchier and more aggressively inappropriate than regular Richie. So they all decided for their sanity and the swiftness of their mission that the rest of them would just ferry all of the luggage upstairs.
They were split into two apartments right across the hall from each other on the top floor of the apartment building. The couples had been assigned to the two bedroom apartment while Mike, Ben, and Vic got the three bedroom apartment, glad to each have their own room and space.
“Holy shit.” Bev gasped as she opened the door to their apartment. It was even better than they could have imagined, and it was theirs. It was all brick interiors, with a staircase that led up to a balcony with rooftop access. The bedrooms were on opposite sides of the apartment, and they both had their own bathrooms. There was a decent sized kitchen and eating area, that already had a table. It might be a tight fit with all eight of them, but Losers Club dinners were a must. There was also a big comfy couch and two chairs set up, they just needed to add a television. It had all the essentials, they just had to add the love, and there was no shortage of that with them.
“It’s perfect.” Eddie said from his spot beside her, and the two of them looked at each other and shared a smile.
“Alright, as happy as I love seeing you both, and you know that it truly thaws my cold heart, can we get everything inside the apartment so that we can sleep? Please?” Stan asked, cutting in as he set a few of his and Eddie’s bags on the floor.
“I a-agree with, Stan. B-bed sounds g-good.” Bill said with a yawn, and both Eddie and Bev melted a little at the sight of how cute it was. They nodded and quickly dropped off their loads before heading back down to the vehicles.
It was one thirty when all eight of them had finally managed to get all of their possessions into the building and Mike and Bill went to park their vehicles in their assigned spots under the building.
Bev and Richie made the bed while they waited for Bill, piling pillows and soft quilts and blankets on top of it just the way they liked. They had just finished when Bill walked into their bedroom and closed the door behind him.
“Come to bed, Baby.” Richie cooed, and Bill nearly flung himself into his arms. Richie held him close to his chest while Bev headed into the bathroom to change. She took her time brushing her teeth and washing her face. Enjoying the feeling of doing it in HER space for once. She slipped a nightie over her head and walked back into the bedroom.
“Aww.” She let out as she took in the sight in front of her. Bill and Richie were curled around each other, fast asleep in their bed. Bev wished that she had her camera readily available to capture the moment, but settled for the mental memory instead. She set the alarm clock for all three of them, they all had orientations in the morning that they had to be at no matter how late they had gotten to bed.
She pulled back the sheet to slide in, and pulled the blankets back over the boys and herself before snuggling right up to them. Richie threw his arm around her in his sleep and she smiled doing the same to him as Bill laid sandwiched in between them.
-*-
Bev took a look at the building in front of her. Parsons School of Design. She couldn’t believe it, fashion was her dream, it had been for so long and now she was so close. She walked towards the door, and was jared when a much larger body ran into hers.
“Ah fuck.” She let out as she landed against the pavement, the skin on the palms of her hands were scraped and she felt discombobulated.
“Oh my God, I am so sorry!” A voice was telling her, she looked up to see a man around her age, with slicked back brown hair and clothes that screamed that they were designer. He reached a hand down to help pull her to her feet, and Bev gratefully accepted.
“It’s totally fine, I should have been watching where I was going.” Bev nodded to him slightly, trying to smooth out her outfit and accessing the damage.
“Well, I should have been more focused on walking then staring at this pretty redhead that was in front of me.” The guy said with a smirk, and Bev quirked an eyebrow at him. Was this dude seriously hitting on her right now? “I’m Tom, Tom Rogan.” He said, holding his hand out for her to shake.
“Beverly Marsh.” She supplied, shaking his hand. She could see that more people were heading inside the school now. “Well I should get going, I have orientation. It was nice meeting you.”
“Oh, you go here too. Awesome. Maybe we can sit together.” Tom suggested, already moving towards the steps of the building. Bev nodded and followed him into the building. She figured that there was no harm in sitting next to him for a little bit.
-*-
“Billlllllllllllllllll.” Richie groaned as they walked quickly across the NYU campus towards the building that was housing the beginning program for the welcome weekend orientation. They had gotten a bit of a late start, well in terms of Stan’s predetermined schedule, and now the seven of them were rushing to get to their seats and packets before the auditorium got too packed.
“Richie, you a-are not d-dying.” Bill told him again, as he grabbed his hand and pulled him along. Richie groaned again, but didn’t say anything more, trying to conserve his energy to actually breathe. He really needed to lay off the cigarettes.
“Oof, we are here!” Mike announced, a signature smile spreading across his face. “And we got some exercise in. Doesn’t that feel great, boys?” He asked and received groans from Richie and Vic.
“Yeah, we are definitely getting you two on workout regimes. You could always come on runs with Eddie and I in the mornings.” Ben said, patting Vic on his back from where he was hunched over and gasping for breath. “You’re a dance major…isn’t physical endurance a big part of that?” He asked and Vic flipped him off before righting himself and looking far more composed than he had seconds before.
“Let’s go ahead and head in.” Eddie said, ending the conversation before it turned into an argument and ending his boyfriend’s fidgeting beside him. They all nodded and followed him into the lobby, separating only to find the tables that housed their packets by alphabetical order, then joining back up as they found seats together in the semi crowded auditorium. They had only been sitting a few minutes, before Bill noticed that Richie was worrying at his lip and bouncing his leg.
“Babe, a-are you okay?” He asked, and Richie snapped out of his own thoughts, turning towards his boyfriend with a pouty look on his face.
“I miss Bev.” He let out, and Bill cocked his head to the side a bit at that admission. “I know, I know, that sounds stupid because we just saw her this morning, but…she won’t be going through this whole experience with us. She’s going to have her own experience. What if she realizes that we aren’t worth her time while she’s meeting all of those fancy designers…?” Richie frowned further at that thought.
“It’s g-going to be okay, Rich. Even h-here at NYU w-we will have d-different experiences. W-we won’t a-all be together.” Bill explained and Richie’s lip began to quiver at the thought. “No no no, t-that’s not w-what I meant, Richie.” He tried to sooth. But got an elbow in the ribs from Stan telling him to hush so that he could pay attention. Richie didn’t look like his mood was improving, so Bill’ grabbed his hand and rubbed circles over it with his thumb.
They had made it about an hour through the three hour presentation when Richie began squirming in his seat again, and Bill looked over at him with furrowed eyebrows. They had turned the lights down so that the main focus would be on the speaker on the stage, but Bill could see the unfortunately familiar look of sadness written across Richie’s features. He gulped and turned to Stan.
“Richie and I h-have to step o-out for a m-minute.” He whispered, and Stan looked at him concerned, before Bill shook his head. “Everything is f-fine, just t-take notes for m-me?” He asked and Stan nodded in affirmation that he would, Bill grabbed Richie’s hand, pulling him up as they both crouched and tried to exit the auditorium without disrupting too many people.
They made it out into the lobby but there were still too many people, so he kept tugging him down a long hallway until he found a men’s restroom. He checked under the stalls to make sure they were alone before turning on his heel to find Richie slumped over, leaning against the sinks.
“Okay, t-talk to me, Baby.” Bill said, smoothing his hands over his jeans as he approached Richie. Richie didn’t answer him, just stayed in the same position. “Richie, I c-can’t fix it if I d-don’t know what’s g-going on.” He tried again, and Richie finally lifted his head to look at him.
“Everything is moving so fast. My head is spinning.” Richie muttered, and Bill had to grab him before he slid down onto the questionable tiled floor. “What if everything changes? What if you and Bev get tired of me? You end up together, or you meet people in your majors and decide that you like them more? I’m an anxious mess because Bev is fifteen minutes away starting her life, why would you want to be with someone like that?” He finished, his eyes glazing over with tears.
“Hey, I’m n-not going to p-pretend to know w-what the future will h-hold, but I can t-tell you that we w-will always be t-together. I will n-never stop l-loving you or Bev. I’m in t-this for the l-long haul. You c-can ask Bev but I’m s-sure that she w-will say the s-same.” Bill told him, and Richie nodded but Bill could tell that his words hadn’t fully hit him yet. “Richie, Baby, w-what can I do t-to make you f-feel better?” Bill asked, resting his hands on Richie’s hips. Richie glazed over eyes suddenly had a wicked glint in them.
“Mmmm, you really want to know?” Richie asked with surprising clarity in his voice, and Bill groaned slightly.
“Richie, are you f-fuh-fucking serious right now? A m-minute ago you w-were in a d-depressive episode and n-now you’re horny?” Bill scoffed, stepping back to cross his arms over his chest and look at Richie.
“I’m sorry? You know that I can’t help it. Plus you telling me that you’ll always love me, that’s super sexy.” Richie reasoned and Bill rolled his eyes again.
“Confession of l-love equals h-hookup in b-bathroom? You d-do realize that w-we are m-missing the orientation p-presentation right now, right?” Bill asked and Richie had the decency to at least look somewhat ashamed.
“You’re really hot when you’re tired of my bullshit.” Richie muttered, leaning forward until he was in Bill’s space. Bill pinched the bridge of his nose trying to regain his composure.
“B-big stall, let’s g-go.” He instructed and Richie nearly squealed with excitement. Bill locked the stall door behind him and pushed Richie up against the tiled wall. “You are g-going to be s-super quiet? Understand?” He asked, and Richie nodded, miming that he was zipping his lips.
Bill sighed once more before dropping to his knees in front of Richie. Richie gasped at the implication, and tilted his head back so that it was resting against the wall. Bill undid the button of Richie’s ripped jeans and slid them down his legs just to mid thigh, he pushed Richie’s undershirt up his stomach and motioned for Richie to keep it up. Richie did as he was instructed to do and moved his neon printed hawaiian shirt out of the was as well.
Richie’s groin was still clothed in his gray boxer briefs and Richie groaned out a little in frustration. Bill pressed his index finger over his lips, warning Richie to be quiet, before he began mouthing the tip of Richie’s cock through the thin material. He pulled back after a moment and hummed in satisfaction at the wet spot that had formed where the tip of Richie’s swollen cock was poking through the briefs. Richie moaned at the loss of sensation.
Bill hooked his fingers in the elastic of the waistband and pulled it down slowly, until it joined Richie’s jeans. Richie’s cock sprang free, in all of its rock hard glory. Richie sighed in relief, but it got tangled with a choked out moan when Bill grasped the based of his cock in his hand, squeezing as he stroked up and down a few times.
“Fuck, Bill. Do it, Baby. Please.” Richie cried out, and Bill dropped his hand from Richie’s dick, warning him to be more quiet. “I’m sorry, I’m sorry, I’ll be quiet.” Richie whisper promised, and Bill grasped his cock again.
He let his breath ghost over the sensitive slit, and let let his tongue dip in, ever so slightly, collecting a pearly drop of precum on his tongue. He moaned quietly at the taste, and slid his lips down, only around the head and hollowed his cheeks out. Richie writhed at the sensation, biting his fist to keep him from making noise.
Bill let his tongue toy with the sensitive ridge under the head of Richie’s cock before sliding his mouth all the way down Richie’s shaft, until he could feel him pushing down his throat. He swallowed around Richie’s cock before pulling back and sliding down again. He repeated the motion over and over again, hollowing out his cheeks as he went, to make it tighter and more pleasurable for Richie. He reached his hand up to cup Richie’s balls, rolling them gently between his fingers.
He could feel how close Richie was getting now. Richie’s had one hand in a fist that he was biting, and his other hand was wound in Bill’s hair, urging him to take him deeper and faster. He let Richie slide further down his throat and stayed there, pressing his finger against Richie’s perineum, and then Richie was cumming in thick long ropes down Bill’s throat. Bill waited until he had swallowed all of Richie’s cum before he pulled off, and stood up. He felt slightly light headed and his neck felt stiff.
Richie pulled his boxers and jeans back up, as Bill moved his head back and forth, trying to pop his neck to get some relief. He stepped out of the stall and began washing his hands. Richie joined him as he cupped his hand and brought some of the water to his mouth, swishing it around before spitting it out. He repeated the action once more and checked his appearance in the mirror to make sure that he didn’t look obviously disheveled. When he deemed himself acceptable, he met Richie at the door and they headed back down the hallways through the lobby and into the auditorium.
“Are you fucking serious, Bill?” Stan asked in disgust when they had returned to their seats. He dug through his bag for something before offering a small metal container to Bill. “Oh my God, here take a mint. If you think that you’re getting my notes because you had to go get your boyfriend off you’ve got another thing coming. Absolutely ridiculous.”
When the presentation was over they were all split into tour groups based on the field of study that they would be entering. Richie was grateful that he got to spend the rest of the day in a group with Vic, happy to not be all by himself, but he couldn’t wait to be home with his loves again.
-*-
“BEV! You’re back! Thank God!” Richie screamed as she walked through the door of the apartment, he flung himself over the couch and ran to her grabbing her in his arms and swinging her through the air. She let out a little giggle, and smiled up at him when he put her back down.
“Glad to see me?” She asked him, and he nodded enthusiastically. She turned to Bill who shook his head and she knew there was more to this story. “Richie, you couldn’t have possibly missed me. We were apart for like six hours.” She told him as she moved towards their room so that she could kick off her heels and take off her bra. Bill and Richie followed her, closing their door behind them.
“Marshmallow, I missed you, give me snuggles.” Richie said with a pout as he flopped himself on their bed. Bev let out a snort as she turned to Bill again.
“Has he been like this all day long?” Bev asked, slipping her shirt over her head. She unclasped her bra and sighed in relief.
“Y-you have no i-idea, Babe.” Bill sighed, pushing a stray piece of hair out of her face, and letting his hand grace her shoulder. “Richie m-missed you so much t-that he c-co-omplained the entire w-walk to campus, then f-freaked out during the p-presentation so that I would t-take him out of the a-au-uditorium, and then w-when I tried to get h-him to talk to me in the b-bathroom, he propositioned m-me and wouldn’t s-st-top pouting until I buh-blew him, all in the n-name of r-relieving his sadness.”
There was a silent pause for about ten seconds before Bev let out a howl of laughter and collapsed against Bill’s chest, laughing so hard that she couldn’t support herself. Bill helped Bev to the bed so that she could roll around on the mattress in hysterics. Bill couldn’t help laughing a bit at her reaction, it was a little ridiculous but charming in a way that only Bev could be. Richie sat on the bed pouting at his partners with his arms crossed as they laughed at him.
“Nice guys, I was really upset and you are laughing at me. Like it’s so absurd to be worried about our status now that our surroundings have changed!” He huffed and Bev stopped laughing at once.
“Richie, you have nothing to worry about. We are all still together, just because I’m going to a school a few miles down the road doesn’t change anything. Stop worrying so much.” Bev told him, running a hand through his unruly curls.
“But I can’t stop worrying because I loooooooooooove you. I love both of you and I want us to be together always.” Richie said, a tad petulant not unlike a child.
“Please, Rich. If anything you two will get tired of me.” Bev confessed, ducking her head slightly. Bill and Richie sucked in breathes at that admission, they thought that they had done a good job at making sure that Bev knew how they felt about her.
“Bev, w-we are never g-going to get tired of y-you.” Bill assured her, sitting down on the bed next to her. Richie nodded in agreement, but Bev still looked unsure. Richie and Bill looked at each other, they knew exactly how to make their girl feel loved.
“You don’t believe us when we tell you, Baby, so how about you let us show you? I mean, here we are in our New York apartment with a view…seems only right that we break it in. Don’t you think, Bill?“ Richie suggested smoothly, and Bill nodded.
“I t-think the p-perfect way w-would to make our girl c-cum so many t-times that she can’t e-even remember her own n-name or ours. W-would you like t-that, Baby Girl?” Bill asked and Bev groaned in anticipation, she knew that they would make good on their promise.
“Fuck yes, let’s make this place really ours.” Her words were met with two wicked smiles from her boys.
“Okay, Baby Girl, lay back.” Richie instructed.
Bev did as she was told, resting her head on their plush stack of pillows. Richie smiled down at her, pressing a heated kiss to her lips. Bill ran his fingertips lightly down the valley between her breasts, watching as goosebumps rose on her skin.
Bev did as she was told, resting her head on their plush stack of pillows. Richie smiled down at her, pressing a heated kiss to her lips. Bill ran his fingertips lightly down the valley between her breasts, watching as goosebumps rose on her skin.
“You k-know, Bev. There’s b-been something I’ve w-wanted to try…” Bill started and Bev groaned pulling away from her kiss with Richie to pay attention to what Bill was saying. “I heard t-that if you d-do it just r-right, you can m-make a girl cum j-just from playing w-with her nipples.” He said, mouth curling into a smirk.
“Fuuuuuuck, Billy. Please. I want to try.” Bev moaned, and Bill chuckled slightly. He pulled a small bottle of lavender massage oil out of the pocket of his duffle bag. Richie busied himself by starting to kiss and suck on Bev’s neck, just the way she liked it. Bev tried to focus as she watched “You really had that waiting in there? Is there lube and condoms in there too?” Bev teased with a quirk of her eyebrow. Bill rolled his eyes, of course he had those on hand as well, but that was beside the point.
“Do you w-want to sit here and b-be snarky or h-have me play with y-your nips until y-you are screaming o-out and creaming your p-panties?” Bill asked, and Bev’s eyes went wide, face begging him to please her. “That’s w-what I thought.” He said smugly, pressing a kiss to her lips.
Bill pulled back and drizzled some of the oil on the fingertips of his right hand rubbing them together to warm the oil slightly, before spreading some to his left hand as well. Bev moaned deeply as Richie began sucking just above her pulse point, driving her wild. Bill gently cupped Bev’s right breast and began massaging it lightly. Kneading the mound in his hand. He did the same with his left, both hands working her at the same time. He began lightly running the fingers of his right hand around her breast, tracing her areola and the curve underneath, but never her nipple, building the sensations and pleasure until her right nipple was hard and peaked. Bev arched her back off the bed. She was held mostly in place by Richie, who was still assaulting her neck.
“Ugh, fuck, Bill, please.” Bev moaned, and Bill knew that he had her in the perfect spot. He let his thumb run across her nipple ever so slightly and she nearly howled from the feeling. Bill smirked before dropping his head down and taking her erect nipple in his mouth and began sucking on it. He paid special attention to Bev’s breathing judging how wound up she was. He pulled back slightly and blew a cool breath over her wet nipple. “Ohhhh, ohhhh fuuuuuck.” Bev bit out. Bill began to squeeze her nipple as he moved to the other side, once again taking her sensitive bud in his mouth and suckling on it.
Bev had tears in her eyes. She couldn’t believe how close she was to toppling over the edge, she just needed a little more. She closed her eyes, letting the pleasure wash over her, and then Richie’s lips were gone from her neck and she felt wet mouths on both of her nipples, sucking and grazing their teeth over her sensitive peaks. She felt as if her core was vibrating, her pelvic muscles tensing, and then she was cumming. She let out a long moan, and Bill and Richie pressed soft kisses to her boobs before pulling away from the sensitive flesh.
Richie pulled Bill in for a hot kiss, hovering above Bev’s heaving chest. She watched as Richie’s tongue slipped into Bill’s mouth, and Bill tilted his head giving him more leverage. They pulled back after another few moments, breathing hard in each other’s faces, eyes clouded with lust. Richie turned his head to look at Bev.
“That was one, Baby Girl. Are you ready for another?” He asked, already moving down her body to work open the zipper on her skirt. Bill busied himself by pulling his own shirt over his head, wiping the remnants of the massage oil on it.
“Yes, please, Richie.” Bev moaned out before pulling Bill half on top of her so that she could ravage his lips with her own. Richie pulled Bev’s skirt off and let his fingers trace the lacey edge of her panties, before tugging those down her legs as well. He dropped them to the floor and Bev spread her legs wide for him.
Richie pressed light kisses down the insides of her thighs, tickling her sensitive skin with his fresh stubble. He made his way to her sweet center, pressing a kiss to her clit, and watched as her hips lifted off the bed, trying to follow his mouth. Richie wasted no more time and latched his mouth onto her clit, sucking the sensitive button of nerves in his mouth and flicking over it mercilessly with his tongue. Bev broke her kiss with Bill to let out another high pitched moan, hips bucking as he overworked her.
Richie didn’t let up, he kept up his brutal pace, balancing Bev just on the edge of painful and pleasurable. Her legs were shaking as they moved to close around his head. Bill pulled away from their kiss and moved down the bed, helping to hold her legs apart so Richie could continue. After another moment, Bev felt the spasms of orgasm take over her body for the second time, her pussy pulsing leaking more of her juices. Richie pulled off quickly, and then before she had even had time to breath, Bill was fucking into her pussy with his tongue.
Bev bucked her hips, as Bill lapped up all that her body would give him. He pulled back from her and blew a teasing breath over her clit, watching with fascination as it twitched in interest.
“That was two, Marshmallow, and Bill is about to pull out a third. How are you feeling, Darling?” Richie asked sweetly, checking in on their girl. Bev’s face and chest were flushed with arousal, her eyes clouded over with lust, giving into pleasure and how her body was aching for everything they would give her.
“You…you’re both…make me feel so good.” Bev gasped, trying to form words, but her brain couldn’t focus on anything but Bill’s tongue. “M-make me yours.” She cried out finally.
Bill let his tongue trace over her clit lightly. He stiffened his tongue and began to make determined movements. W. Bev’s hips twitched trying to get closer. I. Richie pressed a hot kiss to Bev’s mouth swallowing her moans. L. Bev’s brain started to connect what Bill was doing with his tongue, struggling to keep up. L. Bill traced another letter across her clit with the tip of his tongue. I. Bev could feel the coil tightening in her stomach again. A. Bill was tracing his name on her, staking his claim. M. The final letter marked Bev’s third orgasm, her swollen clit twitching as her muscles tightened again and again, contracting with release.
Bill immediately pulled back and plunged one finger into the hot heat of Beverly’s pussy, pumping in and out easily with how slick she was. He added another finger, and she squirmed with how oversensitive her body was.
“T-that was t-three. H-how are you d-doing, Babe. T-talk to me.” Bill let out, pumping hard and fast into her heat with his long fingers.
“Jesus fuck. Good. God, Bill.” Bev let out, and Bill nodded, thrusting a third finger in beside his other two and crooked his fingers, searching her inner walls for her spot. He knew that he had found it as soon as he saw her legs start to shake again, and he crooked his fingers once more and nailed the spot with pressure, pushing Bev over the edge and giving her her fourth orgasm of the evening. “Ahhhhhh. Holy.”
“What d-do you t-think, Rich?” Bill asked, pulling his fingers out of Bev and turning his attention to Richie. Richie hummed in response, to show that he was listening. “S-should we let h-her off the hook yet? She’s t-taken four so b-beautifully.” Richie seemed to think it over for a few seconds, watching Bev’s face before he shook his head.
“Nahhhhhhh. She can take more.” Richie let out, and Bill nodded in agreement. Bev moaned from her position on the bed at the thought of even more.
“H-hands and knees, Girlie.” Bill instructed, and Bev scrambled to do so. “Richie, y-you can go f-first.” Bill said, before obscenely licking Bev’s remaining juices from his fingers and pushing his pants and boxers down his legs, leaving him fully naked. Richie moved behind Bev, having already shed his clothing and slid a condom down his length while Bill was working on fingering her, and Bill positioned himself in front of Bev.
Bill pushed the tip of his cock against Bev’s lips, forcing it into her waiting mouth. As soon as she had taken him in, Richie was thrusting into her pussy from behind. Bev let out a scream like moan from the feeling as she tried to keep Bill in her mouth. Bill and Richie began to work in a coordinated rhythm, thrusting in at the same time on their respective ends of Bev so that they could share kisses.
Richie began thrusting harder and deeper in Bev, pulling her legs wider to get better access. The overstimulation of her body was becoming too much for Bev, she could feel every stroke as her body throbbed. Desperate for release and rest at the same time. Richie pumped in three more times before Bev’s whole body shook and she was cumming for the fifth time. Bill pulled out of her mouth and braced her so that she didn’t fall face first into the mattress.
“Y-you’re okay, Princess. We’ve g-got you.” Bill soothed her, as she buried her face in his shoulder. Richie pulled Bev up, and pressed sweet kisses to her face and neck. Bill laid down flat on the bed, sliding a condom down over his length before beginning to stroke his hard cock lazily as he watched Richie comfort Bev.
“Okay, Bev, you’re going to sit on Bill’s fat cock now, you’re going to make him feel really good, Baby Girl. You’ve done five already, I think you can handle a few more.” Bev’s eyes went wide at the suggestion.
“I don’t…I can’t…it’s too much.” Bev sobbed out, and Bill sat up immeadiatley looking worried that they had overdone it, asked too much of her body. He rubbed his thumb over her cheeks, looking into her pretty blue eyes.
“We c-can be d-done now, Baby.” Bill assured, always putting Bev’s needs and comfort above his, like he should. Bev shook her head slightly, and Bill cocked his eyebrow at her in confusion. “W-what’s your color, Princess?” He asked. Bev took a deep breath.
“Green. Lay back, Billy. I’m good, I want to make you feel good.” Bev said, and Bill still looked unsure, but did what she asked him to. Richie helped her get into position, lifting her up so that she could straddle Bill. He held his cock in position so that Bev could slide down on it with a loud moan. “Fuuuuuuuck, you’re so big, Bill.” She let out, and Bill smiled brightly up at her. Richie rolled his eyes slightly and Bill’s reaction, he didn’t need any more fuel to the ‘Big Bill’ debate.
Richie sat behind Bev, straddling Bill’s legs and placed his hands on her hips, helping her move up and down in rhythm as she rode him. Lifting her up so that she could drop back down on his thick cock. Bev could feel his pubic bone rub against her raw clit ever time she slid down, she ground into it with more determination, feeling like her body was on fire. The stimulation had her cumming again in no time, crying out as her body contracted and squeezed around Bill.
Richie kept one arm around her, forcing her to continue riding Bill. Bev did so easily, taking deep breaths as she braced herself with one hand holding Richie’s arm where it was supporting her, and the other resting on Bill’s chest.
Bill lifted one of his hands to lace his fingers with Bev’s, letting it stay rested on his chest. With his other hand he traced over her left nipple slightly, tweaking the bud between his index finger and thumb. Beverly moaned out at the feeling.
Richie pressed a kiss to her shoulder before he pulled back from her. His hands made their way to her ass, pulling her cheeks apart and watching Bill’s cock disappear into her pussy over and over again. Richie squeezed some lube onto his fingers, making sure that three of them were coated nicely. He began to circle her second hole with his lubed up index finger, and Bev let out a long whine. He eased his first finger in to the knuckle, careful to let her get used to the feeling of being plugged in both holes before he pulled his finger out slightly and thrusted back in with more ease.
Bev’s thighs were shaking again, her chest heaving in exhaustion, clinging to Bill like he was her only lifeline. Richie started thrusting his finger in a bit more freely, pushing deeper inside of her with his long fingers. Bev was overwhelmed by the feeling of being so full and her body released once again, cumming on Bill’s cock for the second time in ten minutes. Bev fell forward, truly exhausted, but still impaled on Bill’s cock with Richie’s finger in her ass.
Bill wound his arms around her, staying very still, and cradling her to his chest. He began running his fingers through her pretty red curls, whispering sweet nothings to her. Bev buried her face into the crook of Bill’s neck, enjoying the sweet intimacy of it, while he was still hard inside of her and Richie was thrusting two fingers in and out of her, preparing her ass to take his cock. On one thrust she scrunched up her face and whimpered from the sensitivity, Bill turned his head to look at her, making sure that she was okay.
“I’m okay, Billy…it’s a lot, but I’m okay…I promise.” She whispered, looking into his concerned blue eyes. “I would…I would tell you if it was too much.” She promised again and Bill nodded, pressing a sweet kiss to her lips.
Richie hummed in satisfaction at how stretched Bev was, and pulled back, coating his bare cock with a generous amount of lube. He moved back into position, running a soothing hand down Beverly’s spine.
“Are you ready to take me now, Bev?” He asked, and Bev nodded towards him before clinging tighter to Bill. Richie placed the head of his cock against her second hole, letting the head stretch the gaping muscle even more before he began to push in slowly. “Ah ahhh ahhhhh.” Bev cried into Bill’s neck. Her body overworked and tired.
“You’re o-okay, Princess. I’ve g-got you. You’re okay.” Bill told her over and over again, staying calm and still within her, letting Richie thrust in and out of her ass slowly and do most of the work. Bev pulled back slightly, resting her hands on Bill’s shoulders and trying to adjust her hips to be more comfortable. Bill rubbed his thumb gently over her nipple, her tits plump and swollen with her arousal. He dropped his thumb down between her legs, rubbing circles over her swollen clit. He eased her towards the edge again, and Bev barely felt herself tightening around Bill and Richie’s cocks while another orgasm burned through her body, her entire being shaking and muscles taught.
“Come on baby, we are so close, you can give us one more right?” Richie asked, pulling Bev up to hold her tight to his chest, helping her bounce up and down on their cocks. Bev nodded, silent tears rolling down her cheeks, overcome by the pleasure of being taken apart so many times by her boys.
Richie thrusted in and out of her a few more times before he was pumping his creamy load deep in her ass. He pulled out only as his aftershocks ceased, allowing Bill to begin thrusting up into her, far more gently now, constantly checking in for her comfort. Then Richie’s tongue was at her hole, licking his cum up as it began to drip out of her spent and gaping hole. Bev screamed out at the sensation, clenching around Bill and cumming for the ninth time. In the process of reaching her climax, she pulled Bill’s orgasm out of him as well. The two of them stayed still, trying to control their breathing as Bill released his full load into the condom.
Bill lifted Bev off of his softening cock and eased her onto her back. She laid boneless and open on the bed, and Richie stroked her forehead sweetly as Bill stepped into the bathroom to grab a washcloth and dispose of his condom. Her body was flushed and weak with the force of nine orgasms having pulsed through her body.
Bill returned, easing her thighs apart so that he could clean her up. Richie joined him, and they both pressed sweet kisses to her inner thighs, taking in the sight of her two gaping hole and swollen red clit. Richie couldn’t resist, he leaned forward and licked a stripe up her abused pussy and clit, causing Bev’s thighs to spasm. Bill leaned forward as well and blew a cool breath across her clit, the simple action causing her pussy to clench once more and release with her tenth orgasm of the night.
“If you try to do that again, I will kill you. That’s enough.” Bev mumbled, burying her face deeper in the pile of pillows. Richie chuckled a little, but lifted himself to lay beside her and hold her in his arms. Bill cleaned her up carefully, wary of how sore and sensitive she was. He tossed the rag on the floor and joined the two of them on her other side, pulling their blankets over them.
Bev sighed at the feeling of being held close and sandwiched between her boys. Bill and Richie pressed soft and sweet kisses to her neck, cheeks, and head.
“You did so good for us, Bevvy. Absolutely amazing. Look how strong and beautiful you are.” Richie whispered into her hair, in awe of how special their girl was. “We love you so much, Baby Girl. So so much.” Bill hummed in agreement before he tensed slightly.
“F-fuck. I forgot to c-call Mom and Dad.” He said, looking over at Richie who just rolled his eyes at him.
“We just made our Princess fall apart ten times and you are thinking of our parents…Jesus Christ, William. I am disappointed. Just call them in the morning.” Richie muttered and Bill went to snark but was cut off by Bev.
“If they are both of your parents now,” She started but paused to let out a yawn. “Does that mean that I just got fucked by brothers?” She asked, a bit deliriously with a smirk evident in her tone. Bill groaned at the thought, but Richie let out a snort.
“I think it’s best that we just go to sleep and don’t think about that too much.” He said, wrinkling his nose slightly. Bev and Bill nodded in agreement, letting their eyes close and drifted into sleep. Richie watched them for a few minutes, enjoying the peaceful looks on their faces before he laid back and let sleep take him as well.
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The Point in the Board! 🤯🤪😤
When you hear board meeting what would a person expect. The goods? The bads? And then with here... THE PAST VIOCING AT A BOARD!!
(b4 we go on to update you ive decided to change the labels to an oh so easier to remember one because of how much trouble its causing. The compony title shall now be In Humane Living!)
Being invited to a clients board meeting and increasingly encouraged because apparently im one of the better ones to “voice the opinions” of course i took them up on this being the fool to think that this would make maybe the smallest difference in hell. Hoping that the list of issues i had prepared would come to be of any use i took it all ready to say the huge problem which is at the moment these new F***** ALARMS!
Of course the board starts on a lovely chord. Hows the whos and whats new and this and that... All the nothings that are to be important in a real life. We spoke of (airy fairy voice) “dream boards, a bit else of (voice again) app to help the blind, maybe a bit of (voice for the last time) In Humane club activities. Anyway to follows is now the past voicing Issue.
I mentioned, after these bits the problems that alot of staff/clients are sharing at our block of flats. Such a stupidly obviose thing when it comes to this part of life it just amazes me how the compony even missed it.
SEXUAL PRIVACIES! An alarm so titly set up, as so made that the client cant unplug or stop it working ourself because of the fault awareness warning going down to the buzzer, would obviously be an alarm to set that a person cant have a wank without making a member of staff aware. And apparently that is the exactly what were meant to go and face. "Hey dude tonight just gonna eat dins, have my meds and then push out some sperm"
The joke they rely on us this, communicate something at that level of personalness to the staff with who are trained to in contrast to this should open themselves to that level of personalness.
The contradictions. Oh the contradictions! There’s that just mention, then there’s the fact that they say that they’re interested to hear our issues within Such a compony as In Humane Living but when you come to a board the negates can’t possibly be voiced. Now theres the stupid complaints member of staff, head office. Anytime that you e-mail him he won’t answer and so this at that point now has to go through the parent or guardian. Another would be that, In in contrast to us and what we should do, I never hear the staff being easyily enough able to talk about having a fine good masturbate every night. This also contracts the point of, if it’s such a easy subject that In Humane Living feeling we should voice so easily then why such the problem with me voicing these shared opinion of Prospect in front of the whole board and not being seen as right.
This evening I’ve arrived at such the end of my patience. I’ve said to mum it’s like being trapped within a dead end! They ask a person to come being he can “voice opinions well” but a compony won’t listen to these opinions. I spent around a hour traveling up to C....... just to be pushed down. Said David your not right when these staff wouldn’t have a hope in hell of knowing being that they don’t live, SLEEP in their own service.
It’s gives the show to us of that these board meetings are only done so make them in the compony look good. Oh we’re taking everyone availables opinion but ps the small print says quotes the fault of these things
1) you can’t share your voice unless it’s positive to a tee.
2) If ANY NEGATIVES AT ALL, these are to be voiced behind close doors or if not will humour and speak down to the voicer.
When it comes to it it is like this: the In Humane Living client board meeting is only for people who sit and breath in shit and are willing to live with it. I can’t do that though! I can’t hoover up the good angle of some and then not be aloud to voice shared bad angles of the other. This from what I hear is what they call the Freedom Of Speach and of it take the whole single body of David to make them aware of the fault that is the Alarm than that is what I’ll do!
(After chatting with the night staff it comes to me now that as “perfect” as these alarms are, apparently I’m not the only one to of hit high where these are!)
This is my bit for a long while, enjoy!!!
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