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Seeking comfort

Billy Hargrove x f!reader

𝔰𝔲𝔪𝔪𝔞𝔯𝔶: You're uncomfortable after a few guys catcall you. Seeing Billy still at his car, likely waiting for Max, you go to him for comfort.

𝔞/𝔫: based on a dream my best friend (@yourcatsmilk) had! To you, sas; hope you enjoy this ;) <3

𝔱𝔴'𝔰: sexual harassment

𝔴𝔬𝔯𝔡 𝔠𝔬𝔲𝔫𝔱: little over 2,186

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Leaving class you shoulder your backpack and start making your way through the crowded hallways. The last class was over, meaning the majority of the students would be going home now. Every once in a while Billy, your boyfriend, would give you a ride - but only if Max went home herself or visited someone. You've only ridden with him along with her once before and it was extremely awkward.

She didn't want to say anything so she stayed quiet the whole ride, which in turn agitated Billy.

You didn't want to interrupt whatever they had going on - after all you definitely didn't have the right to.

At the entrance stood a group of guys, the cooler crowd. They were all jocks, completely idiotic and blinded by their popularity among the other students. They saw themselves as something better which you found weird, after all the only thing they had was looks (though in your opinion they lacked that, too).

Pulling your skirt down as it had ridden up you quickened your pace - planning on slipping past the boys without disturbance.

But you've always been unlucky, haven't you?

One of them, Tommy, turned to you and with that turned all of the attention from the others to you, too. One of them whistled at you while the others made crude comments about your looks and the shirt that hugged your figure well.

You'd worn this outfit because you knew Billy loved it, otherwise you were pretty insecure about your looks.

"Damn, she's begging for it, isn't she?" Jason snickers and his friends all laugh. Tears well up in your eyes and you grip the straps of your backpack tightly, you hated that you were going to cry so quickly - usually you could hold your emotions really well but today was a bad day anyway.

Not only had you fucked up your math exam but your best friend ditched you for her boyfriend. The only thing you were excited for was seeing Billy after school and seeing him in your shared class. He seemed to be in a bad mood, laying his head on the table the whole class and not looking at you even once. Admittedly, it had hurt you a little and you'd wondered at first whether you had done something or so.

Walking past the boys one of them reached out, slapping your behind. You flinched and practically ran the last few steps out of the doors. When you were outside you quickly wiped your tears and shakily breathed in.

Looking around you see Billy, standing at his car while smoking. Since the beginning of your relationship you'd tried to get him to stop or at least lessen his habit of smoking, and so far it worked pretty well. Around you he usually completely ditched it, so it was clear he hadn't planned on taking you with him today.

You were kind of disappointed - today was that one day you really needed him and yet he's pissed off at whatever.

Someone behind you pushes you, since you were still standing in the middle of the way, and you stumble forward, barely saving yourself from falling onto the hard gravel below.

This is what catches Billy's attention; his eyes flicking up and meeting yours. You were about a hundred percent sure your eyes were still strikingly red from the earlier tears as well as sleep deprivation.

His face softens and he stumps out his cigarette, waving you over. His soft but small smile breaks your refusal to come over and you make your way towards him with quick steps, falling into his arms.

You didn't want to publicly cry but as soon as his scent surrounded you and the comforting warmth you broke down. His arms were wrapped around your waist, keeping you close. "What's up, baby?" His voice is softer than it sounded all day, meaning he'd probably calmed by now.

Shaking your head you reply, "Just wanna go home." Your voice is barely a whisper and your sobs make it crack halfway through your sentence. He rubs a hand up and down your back, "Alright, we can do that. Max can skate home."

At that you shake your head; you wouldn't want that for the girl. It was still a long distance from the school to their house and while she probably preferred making her way home alone, you didn't want anything to happen to her.

"No," you stutter out, "No, we'll wait. I can wait, it's okay." He looks skeptical but nods, sighing a little. "God, what even happened to you, honey?" Ignoring him you decide to tell him later, otherwise he'd probably start a fight as soon as he found out about what happened.

"I'll tell you later." He nods hesitantly and then you feel him look up. You turn around too, when he stiffens and grunts.

Approaching you two is Max, skateboard under her arm. You smile at her, hoping you don't look too disheveled. She sends you a concerned glance, looking at Billy afterward. You shake your head, indicating it wasn't Billy's fault and she nods, slightly relieved.

She would never admit it, but since you came into Billy's life he's gotten a lot calmer. Apart from that she enjoyed your presence, since you didn't pry or interfere with stuff that didn't (and shouldn't) matter to you. So, she liked you a lot and if Billy ended up hurting you, she'd have an honest talk with him.

"You're late again-" Billy started and Max interrupted him, "-I'm skating home. I know." you giggled a little at her attitude and Billy didn't have it in him to retort anything to Max.

He opened the passenger door for you and waited for you to get in, closing the door behind you afterwards. Getting in himself, he started the car, loud punk music immediately invading your ears. Max just sighed annoyed and Billy turned to her for a second, "I'm letting you off at home. I'm staying at (y/n)'s today." Max nodded, acknowledging it without another word. It was usually calmer at home without him anyway.

He laid a hand on your thigh, moving his thumb in soothing motions.

After Max gets out, saying a quick goodbye to you, Billy tells you he'd get a few of his things quickly.

You nod and he leans in, giving you a quick kiss to your cheek before leaving to get his things.

Meanwhile you lean more into the comfortable leather seat and close your eyes, the fatigue taking over you.

When Billy comes back - Duffel bag slung over his shoulder - he sees you sleeping, head resting against the seat in a comfortable way. He smiles a little, if your day was half as bad as he expected, you deserve some rest.

He turns his music off, driving the way in silence. Since it was only spring it got dark early, meaning the sky wasn't as bright anymore and the sun started to set when you arrived at your home.

When he parks his car a bit down the street he turns to you - caressing your cheek with one hand to try and wake you up.

He watches as you whine in your sleep, grabbing his hand and pulling it close. He smiles, endeared, "C'mon, sweetheart. We gotta get going." His voice is soft and soothing, something no one but you would ever get to hear.

You grumble at the disturbance but wake up, looking at him with a glare, "I hate you." He's used to this by now, after sleeping you were usually quite grumpy.

Chuckling he gets out of the car, getting his bag, and opening the door for you, too. You get out and search your pockets for the keys opening the front door for you two. Your parents weren't home as they still worked, so you two were going to be alone for at least the next two hours.

Walking up the stairs you enter your room, falling down on your bed with a sigh. You hear him close the door and drop his bag on the floor before laying down next to you, hovering over you.

"So? You wanna tell me what happened at school today, darling?" you absolutely lived for the pet names he called you, also meaning there was no way of resisting him when he did. You grunt and take his hand to play with his fingers while trying to fight the tears that were already building back up.

"Just… thought you were angry with me." It's not the reason you'd cried but it did contribute to making this day absolutely horrible. He looks a little surprised, intertwining his fingers with yours. "Why?"

You turn your head to him and can't help but coo at the sight. His head was titled, making his hair hang to the side and he had his big puppy eyes that made you melt all the time. Reaching out, you push one of his curls out of his face.

It had taken a long time for him to get this comfortable with you. At first, he was more of an asshole than anything, constantly ditching you or making harsh comments about whatever you did.

That led to a serious talk in which you explained you wouldn't stay with him if he didn't at least try. He was a damaged soul, growing up with only negativity surrounding him and without his mom for support. It was to be expected that after opening up to you he told you he still felt like you could leave him at any point. Constantly reassuring him was a little tiring but for him you would do everything.

He needed some time to think after that, calling you up some days later and apologizing before taking you out on a date.

Since then, he's only gotten better, although there sometimes still were outbursts of anger. So, you could be proud of yourself for helping him become the person he now was.

"I dunno. You ignored me in class, so I just thought-," he grunts, "Oh, you've got it all wrong. I really didn't sleep last night and as soon as I sat down I fell asleep." That made sense, he often had nights in which he couldn't find rest - you've spent enough of those with him to know how exhausting it was.

"Oh," he smiles a little and leans down to press short pecks to your face, making you laugh. "You know I could never be mad at you." You nod with a smile before it gets more quiet again, so you continue with your explanation. Now, this was the part you didn't want to tell him. Don't misunderstand, you trusted and loved him so obviously he's the first person you'd go to with something like this. But he was also the first person who would beat the absolute shit out of Tommy and his friends.

"It's just… Jason and his friends made some… gross comments about me. 'cuz of the skirt, you know?" you mumbled the last part but he heard it anyway. You could see the anger in his eyes, so you were quick to lean on your elbow, one hand on his jaw. "Don't get mad. They're not worth it. If they want to act like a bunch of ten year-olds, let them."

He frowns, "No one's messing with my girl, you know that." When he called you that it always made you swoon. It was still hard to believe but you were his just as he was yours.

"Hm, I know."

He lent in and gave you a slow kiss, your arms winding around his neck. When he pulled away he looked deep in your eyes, making you feel more vulnerable than anything.

"Did they do more?" You hesitated. It would definitely cause a fight if he knew about them actually touching you, but he would find out either way and you didn't want to protect them even more when they deserved a beating. Yes, you contradict yourself with that but going over all they did you changed your mind.

"When I walked past they, uh," he noticed you getting uncomfortable so he brushed his hand through your hair. "Don't stress yourself out about this. You know you're safe with me." You nod and quickly finish, "Slapped my butt?" it sounded questionable as it was awkward to admit.

The second you finished his eyes went dark and he clenched his fist. "Baby, I won't let them get away with this. How could they do that to you? To anyone?" he's angry, so you do the only thing you can think of that would soothe him now.

"Deal with them later. Stay with me now." you tug him on your chest and feel him relax again, exactly what you wanted. He huffs, "Just don't keep me from teaching them a lesson, cuz I will." you laugh at his determination, nodding again. "Yep, and I'll watch." Grinning, he leans in to peck you. He stays the night and it's spent with cuddling and joking around - a perfect safety blanket to forget what had happened.

From then on, he walks with you whenever he can, protecting you from whatever he saw dangerous. It was kind of funny, but a lot more attractive.

All in all, you were happy and safe - what could you want more?

─.•:｡✧ HYUNJIN !! ✧｡:•.─

no one talk to me rn, i just finished whc1. brb sobbing

Chifuyu

como seu namorado...

Chifuyu no começo era um pouco tímido,e expressava poucos de seus sentimentos por você;

Mas depois de alguns meses ele se tornou mais aberto,e hoje é o mais carinhoso possível;

Ele foi seu melhor amigo antes de começarem a namorar. Chifuyu prometeu que amizade entre vocês nunca mudaria,mas que como são namorados ela passou a se tornar mais especial;

Alguns amigos do Yu,ficaram surpresos quando descobriram que ele namora principalmente Takemitchy;

__Você está namorando com ela,Chifuyu-kun?__Chifuyu assente sorridente,e Takemitchy se vira para você indagando.__ Tem certeza que gosta dele? Não quer ir ao médico?

Toda a felicidade sumiu do rosto de Chifuyu sobrando somente a raiva. Takemitchy viu isso é saiu correndo.

A Toman está sempre em primeiro lugar para Chifuyu e você entende e compreende isso;

Chifuyu se preocupava com o futuro,principalmente porque ele já sabia o que aconteceria consigo,então ele tenta ajudar Takemitchy o máximo possível para todos serem salvos;

Chifuyu compra mangás para você quase todos os dias,pois ele adora ver sua reação e como você o abraça forte;

Ele é um bom ouvinte,e te escuta sempre seja nos dias bons,ou nos ruins - principalmente nos ruins,pois ele sabe o quão difícil é pra você se abrir.

As vezes,Chifuyu não diz nada,apenas te abraça.

Chifuyu se apaixonou primeiro;

E foi ele quem fez o pedido.

Cho guesung as a dad😭🫶

SCREAMING

If you were in aib, what would your specialty be?

Dying.

the number 9 

howl’s moving castle (2004) dir. hayao miyazaki 

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