You missed touya, and you know that without a doubt in your heart, but should you still be hooked up on him? It's been eight years since the tragic fire in which he died. *There will be 3 parts. word count 0.5k*
He was the best you ever had. No one, nothing can compete.
Can all good things last? Not at all. The universe tends to make that quite clear. As much as it might seem that everything is going well, sometimes unexpected truths come to light, and you wish they hadn’t. It would have been better if things had stayed as they once were.
Despite the challenges in your relationship with Touya, neither of you gave up on each other. You were there for him, and he was there for you. In the first grade, when he had just moved to town, he was timid and reserved. You approached him, and you soon became the best of friends.
Junior high was particularly hard for him. He became overly obsessed with being the best, striving to score top marks in academics and training. Praise from his father meant everything to Touya. Unfortunately, for every accomplishment he achieved, his father would simply tell him to do better. This expectation drove Touya to become even more determined.
Shouto, the youngest of the Todoroki siblings, was born, and from that moment, his father Enji focused all his attention on him. Shouto Todoroki was unique, born with a dual quirk that granted him both fire and ice abilities. Enji had aimed for this throughout his entire marriage to Rei. As a result, Touya was largely overlooked; his father stopped training him and ceased to acknowledge his existence. I recall how many nights Touya would sneak into my room and cry while I held him close, whispering that everything would be alright.
"I don't understand. I did everything I could," he said before breaking into sobs.
You ran your fingers through his red locks, gently shushing him. White roots peeked through the strands, and you smiled softly.
"It's okay, Touya. I'm here for you," you whispered, trying to calm him.
He sniffled as he let out a shaky breath. "I know, and I don't want to lose you too," he said, looking up at you through his eyelashes.
You shook your head. "Never think that would ever be a possibility." You drew your hands out of his hair and wrapped your arms around him, resting your cheek on his head.
“You're the best thing that's ever happened to me.”
He wiggled out of your embrace. “Don’t say stuff like that,” he mumbled, avoiding your gaze and hiding his blushing cheeks from view.
You chuckled and leaned closer, running your index finger down the slope of his nose.
“You're so pretty,” you murmured.
He shuddered as he felt your breath against his ear, his tips reddening along with his cheeks.
Feeling apologetic, you pulled away.
“You should go back home. Your mom's probably looking for you,” you said.
"I don't want to go home," he remarked with annoyance.
You sighed, "Okay... do you want to sleep over?" you asked.
He nodded, looking at you with pleading eyes.
Naturally, you couldn't say no, especially when he stared at you with such imploring eyes.
"On my bed?"
He nodded eagerly. "Cuddle with me," he said nonchalantly.
You sighed. "Of course."
You motioned for him to come closer. He crawled over to you as you lay on your back, resting his head on your chest. You began threading your fingers through his hair. Like every other night, he had come over to cry to you.
You couldn't help but feel special; you were the only one who had ever seen him cry. At school, he acted tough and rude, but behind closed doors, with just the two of you, he was vulnerable and honest. He could be himself with you. He came to you when he needed advice, help, and reassurance. He asked for guidance with relationships, even though it hurt to watch him fall for someone else. Ultimately, you were the one he wanted to be held by. That mattered more to you than anything else. It meant everything to you.
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You really should start doing your laundry.'' He said, flicking his middle finger at your forehead.
Curling his arm back around your waist.
Your room had a basket full of dirty clothes that you still hadn't had time to wash, or maybe you were just feeling too lazy. He didn’t have the right to boss you around, even if what he said was true; after all, it is your room.
You glared at him and tried to free yourself from his embrace.
Touya's grip on you was relentless; his solo training made you feel like a feather in comparison.
He wore a shit-eating grin.
The best idea pops into your brain.
''Love it when you're all clingy,'' you said in a sultry whisper.
His eyes widened instantly, and touya pushed you away from him, facing in the opposite direction.
A smirk makes its way to your lips.
"Why all of a sudden don't you want to touch me'' you pout.
His hands twitched, and you knew he had tolerated enough of your teasing.
With swiftness, he pushed you down the bed as he straddled the sides of your hips. He leaned over until both noses lightly touched.
You swallowed the lump that formed at the proximity you both certainly had.
One of his hands rested gently on the side of your cheek while the other lay flat against the side of your head, helping him maintain his balance above you.
You both inhaled each other's breath, and his mouth was slightly open. You could smell the faint scent of mint.
His thumb moved in a circular motion on your cheek, creating an electrifying sensation that made you shudder; his palm felt warm against your skin.
His cerulean eyes locked onto yours with such intensity that you felt as if you might melt at any moment.
One second, he had you straddled. Next, he hopped off the bed. Once again, looking away from you.
You hold yourself up on your elbows. His back faced you. Silently, you get off the bed and saunter over to him. You wrap your arms around his waist. He was taller than you, so you were on your tiptoes.
He flinched at the sudden feel of arms, rotating his body, so he'd now be facing you.
touyas pov
Her head now rested on the center above my chest. She wore a relaxed expression, a small smile engraved on her plump lips.
I couldn't resist the urge to dip my head down to kiss the crown of her head. To my surprise, her hands reached to cup the sides of my cheeks. She leaned in until our lips ghosted over one another, just one inch closer, and her lips would be on mine.
I leaned further, and our lips made contact. Unlike my lips, which were a bit dry, her lips were soft. They molded perfectly with my own.
We moved in sync, I had the sudden urge to pick her up and lay her on her back on the pink, soft sheets of her bed.
Eventually, we pulled away to catch our breath.
Her eyes sparkled as she looked up at me. She didn't look at me with pity like others did; no, she looked at me adoringly.
She gave me a reason to be here and stay by her side. Even though I no longer served the purpose my father wanted, I had her; she needed me just as I needed her.
At least, that's what I told myself.
But everything changed when that tragic fire occurred, and all good things came to an end.
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Eight years later
You are now 23, having celebrated your birthday a month ago. This means Touya just turned 24 a week ago. Naturally, you celebrated his birthday as well. You visited his cemetery and left him his favorite flowers.
Cornflowers
I'm sure he only took a liking to him because you always complimented him on his eyes and compared them to his own.
You stared down at the photograph they had of Touya.
He had a smile on his face, but you knew it wasn't his real smile. It wasn't the same smile he shared with you.
With your index finger, you traced the photo, focusing on the words engraved on the stone.
Beloved son
Brother
Friend
Suddenly, you felt a surge of rage and hate—directed at none other than Endeavor. If he hadn't been such a terrible father, Touya might still be here with you.
You balled your hands into fists, your nails digging deep into your palms.
If only you had done more to help. Maybe you could have reminded him that you were there for him. But you were both just kids; you thought he would be with you forever. You never considered the possibility of losing him. It should have been his father who suffered, not him.
If only he didn't continue training to prove to his father that he was stronger than Shouto.
All this happened when Rei went into an institution. Endeavor locked her up in there.
She couldn't take any more of that bastard's face, so she threw hot boiling water on shouto's left side of Shouto's face.
You don't blame her, I hated him merely because of how he treated touya. But imagine being treated like shit by him every fucken second of the day. I'd go crazy.
Leaves crumbled underfoot, pulling you out of your trance as you quickly glanced behind you.
There was nobody in sight—probably just a cat.
You turned back around and pulled an envelope from your bag. You weren't sure why you continued to write to him every birthday. It wasn't as if he would magically rise from the dead to read each letter. Still, you were puzzled about why, every time you left a note, it was gone by the next day. Maybe the sexton threw them away.
Before placing the envelope on the stone, you kissed it, leaving a mark from your red lipstick in the shape of your lips on the white paper.
"Touya, it's been eight years, and nothing crazy has happened in my life—neither at work nor in my love life," you sighed as you finished your sentence.
I wish you were here.
You muttered to yourself.
The life you lead is dull, lacking excitement, and filled with the same monotonous routine.
You work at a diner on the outskirts of Tokyo, which is far from ideal. Shady individuals come in and discuss business, but you know better than to get involved.
Capturing villains was a hero's job, but yours was simply being a waitress.
As you inserted the key into your car's handle, you twisted the knob and pulled on the handle to open the door, then removed the key shortly after.
Running your hands through your hair, you felt a wave of frustration.
Life seemed so unfair.
You didn’t even know why you moved back to Japan, especially since you had no one here for support.
You should have just stayed in California, where at least you had some friends.
Japan felt incredibly lonely.
Starting the engine of your car, you reversed out of the parking lot and began your drive home.
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Please join us for dinner; it would be lovely to catch up on a few things.
Though your mind was vehemently protesting, urging you to decline, your fingers seemed to have a will of their own as they typed "sure" on your phone's keyboard, the words appearing like an inevitable surrender. Moments later, the chat buzzed with her response.
"All right, tonight at 7 PM. Can’t wait to see you there, sissy!"
A soft smile crept across your face. It was a familiar endearment, one she always used when you visited their home, wrapping you in a sense of warmth and nostalgia.
You two would play together, but not long after, Touya would barge in and drag you back to his room. He got annoyed when you gave anyone else attention, even if it was his sister.
She would always yell, "Meanie!"
And he would shout back, "Find your own friends to play with! I found her, so she's mine!"
You pressed the power button off on your phone and tossed it onto your bed as you flopped down, staring blankly at the white ceiling above you.
Many of your friends back in California had told you that you were too stuck in the past and urged you to move on countless times.
Their words hurt you back then, but you started to find meaning in them after you moved back to Japan.
Maybe I could find a man who can help ease the pain and possibly help me forget about Touya, even if just for a night.
What are you kidding? Touya would be beyond furious!
But he's not here,
he's gone
You have to move on
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You clocked in for your dinner shift at 3 PM. You greeted the cook, who smiled warmly at you, and you mirrored her expression.
The rest of the day was filled with taking people’s orders, serving coffee, and cleaning the tables and floors—the usual tasks.
As it began to get dark outside, you knew you would finally be able to go home at last.
"Hey, you pretty!"
You mentally rolled your eyes. Customers like him were the ones you disliked the most.
But you had to treat every customer well nonetheless.
Turning around, you forced a smile at the man. He wore a hat, a coat, and black gloves. If you didn’t know any better, you might have thought he was a normal person, but you could tell he was definitely a villain.
He was sitting with a group of others: a girl with blonde hair and pigtails, another man with shaggy blue hair who seemed to have a hand on his face, and a man with black hair and purple scars on his jaw and what appeared to be staples on his skin. And those striking bright blue eyes...
You approached the four with a warm smile, ready to take their orders. "Hello! How can I assist you today?"
The man in the coat, exuding a calm demeanor, replied, "I’d like a coffee, please."
You jotted it down in your small, well-worn notebook, the pages slightly yellowed from countless orders taken.
Next, the one with shaggy blue hair, his face partially obscured by a peculiar hand-shaped mask, spoke in a raspy voice, "I’d like some pancakes and a shake." You quickly scribbled his request, the pen dancing across the page.
Turning to the cheerful girl beside him, you noticed her infectious energy. "And for you?" you asked, intrigued.
With bright eyes sparkling, she exclaimed, "Eee! I’d like happy face pancakes with extra chocolate chips!" Her excitement was palpable, almost reminiscent of a child’s innocent joy.
You noted her order, feeling a sense of whimsy as you did.
Finally, your gaze shifted to the last member of their group—a young man with striking black hair. When you asked, "And for you?" he looked up, and your breath caught for a moment. His deep, intense gaze seemed to pierce through to your very soul.
With a voice that resonated low and deep, he simply mumbled, "Nothing." The air grew heavier with his presence, leaving you momentarily speechless as you processed the stark contrast between his silence and the lively chatter of his friends.
"Well then, I'll be back with the drinks," you replied, regaining your composure. As you made your way back to the kitchen area, your mind was a flurry of thoughts while you prepared the beverages, placing an order with the cook.
You couldn't shake the image of his eyes—they were hauntingly familiar, reminding you so much of Touya’s. A shiver ran down your spine as you pondered the unsettling similarities.
There was no denying it; that guy was definitely up to no good. Anyone with a modicum of sense could spot a villain from a mile away.
"We're totally going to dine and dash, right Dabi?" Toga said with a mischievous sparkle in her eyes.
"Why would you say that out loud? Are you being serious?" he replied, exhaling an exasperated sigh, his frustration evident in the way he ran a hand through his hair.
He shook his head at her, a mix of disbelief and amusement crossing his features.
"Oops, sorry!" she giggled, the sound light and playful, as if she couldn't help but revel in the thrill of her reckless words.
Dabi rolled his eyes, unable to suppress a slight grin despite himself.
"The waitress is quite a beauty, isn’t she?" Mr. Compass mused, his voice low and casual, as if speaking to no one in particular yet drawing attention nonetheless.
"She really is stunning," Toga replied with a bright smile, her eyes sparkling with admiration. Dabi rolled his eyes, trying to maintain his disinterest, but if he were honest, she had captivated him from the moment they stepped into the diner. There was something about the way she moved, her laughter light and melodic, that made it hard to look away.
"What do you think, Dabi? Do you find her pretty?" Toga asked, a teasing lilt in her voice.
"She’s okay," he grunted, attempting to downplay his interest, though the truth lingered just beneath the surface.
She returned, balancing a few plates expertly on her arms, and set them down gently on the table with a satisfied smile. "Here you go," she said, her voice infused with a cheerful, customer-service charm.
Shigaraki wasted no time, his fork diving into the towering stack of pancakes as he savored each indulgent bite, stuffing spoonfuls into his mouth with a ravenous delight. Meanwhile, Toga was nearly overcome with joy at the sight of her plate; the fluffy pancakes piled high, adorned with a generous drizzle of chocolate chips and a cloud of whipped cream. She squealed with excitement and eagerly pulled her plate closer, her eyes gleaming with delight.
Across the table, Mr. Compress sipped thoughtfully from his steaming cup of coffee, watching the scene unfold with a bemused expression as he glanced at the waitress, appreciating the effort in her service.
Dabi stole a glance at her name tag, his curiosity getting the better of him as he accidentally uttered her name aloud. She turned to face him, surprise flickering across her features. Instantly, he veiled his expression, crafting a façade of disinterest.
"Yes?" she inquired, a hint of curiosity in her voice.
"Nothing," he murmured, shrugging nonchalantly.
"Okay, well, enjoy," she replied with a faint smile before moving on to take orders from other customers.
Her name lingered on his tongue, smooth and easy to say. Why? Because it was the same name as—
"Dabi!" Toga interrupted, her voice cutting through his thoughts and snapping his attention back.
"What?" he said, irritation edging his tone.
"Try some!" she urged, an innocent pout forming on her lips.
"No," he replied flatly, attempting to resist her charm.
"Please, come on, pretty please try some," she pleaded, her big eyes sparkling with enthusiasm.
"okay fine".
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Something came up at the last minute, I won't be able to make it
It was a lie, but still, you weren't ready to face him. You'd probably lose it if you saw him face-to-face.
That's fine, we can postpone it, no biggie! Have a nice day, sissy :)
All right, no questions asked; thank the gods.
You were uncertain about the lie you were about to concoct.
You no longer wanted anything to do with Touya or any aspect of his life.
Last night, you spent hours questioning yourself. Finally, you made a decision.
To move on
Leave the past in the past.
Start fresh
It was as simple as that—nothing more, nothing less.
You started to seek out better job opportunities. By "better," you meant jobs that weren't as questionable as the diner. Although it had fewer customers, you felt uncomfortable with the way they stared at you and made crude comments about your body.
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"Have a nice day!" you said with a grin.
"Oh, hello sissy! I didn’t know you worked at this bakery."
You looked up from the cashier, and Fuyumi stood in front of you with a wide smile.
"I started about a week ago," you replied, still smiling.
"I don’t get why you won’t go to college. My dad’s paying for mine, and I’m sure he’d be glad to pay for yours since you’re like family to us."
The thought of Endeavor paying for your college tuition made you feel nauseous. While it was nice of Fuyumi to suggest it, you never wanted to depend on that monster.
"It’s all right, I prefer to pay for my own tuition. Thanks for the offer, though," you said, waving your hand dismissively.
She pouted and looked at you with puppy eyes.
"I'd love for us to attend the same college. We haven't seen each other in a long time," she said, her voice filled with pleading.
This reminded you of Touya; he would give you that same look when he wanted to persuade you to do something.
You let out a sigh. "Okay, fine."
Fuyumi began to jump up and down, squealing with excitement. "I can't wait to introduce you to my friends!"
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The alarm on your phone rang, pulling you out of sleep.
You stirred awake, yawning as you stretched your limbs. Rubbing the sleep from your eyes, you sat up, supporting yourself with your hands.
Things were different from the days prior. You were no longer working in that shady diner, and soon you would be starting at the same university as Fuyumi. It seemed like things were starting to look up. Were you happy? The truth was a little. Yes, I was happy, but I still felt a sense of guilt that made it hard to fully embrace that happiness.
I didn't have to work today, which was fine with me. However, I felt that if I had worked, I would have had something to occupy my mind instead of drowning in my thoughts.
Getting up, I made my way into the kitchen of my apartment. I shared this place with a roommate I found on Craigslist. Sometimes, you have to do what you can to get by. I pulled out some bread and popped it into the toaster, then pressed down the lever and watched as it descended, a red light shimmering from inside the metal casing.
Today felt gloomier than usual, but I couldn’t help it; maybe it was just my outlook on the day.
I walked back to my room and changed into a fresh outfit: dark blue jeans, a t-shirt, and some sneakers. After grabbing my phone, I headed back to the kitchen. I placed my phone on the counter and took a plate. On the plate, I put two pieces of bread and then opened the fridge to get some avocado sauce, which I spread on my toast.
I sat down at the table and took a bite of my toast. I absolutely loved avocado toast; it was my favorite thing to make for myself in the mornings.
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"Do they hurt?" you asked, feeling nauseous at the scarring on his arms. You knew they hurt. Looking at them gave you chills down your spine. It wasn't exactly just the scarring; it was the fact that he'd never let one fully heal till he was already ripping a new one. It hurt just watching him hurt himself this way.
"Yeah, they used to hurt, but now I don't feel the pain as much," he said, rubbing cream on the burns that scarred his arm.
"Maybe you should take it easy, Touya. These scars could affect you in the long run," I said matter-of-factly.
He pretended not to hear me and continued applying the cream along his arm.
"There's this dance..." he began after a moment of silence.
You could tell he was trying to distract you from the pain and the scarring he was enduring.
You tilted your head upon hearing him. "A dance...?" you asked.
"Yeah, I was wondering— I don't know, maybe it's stupid, but—" he fell silent for a moment.
"But? What is it, Touya?" I asked, now interested in what he had to say.
"I don't know; it just seems stupid," he said, shaking his head at himself.
"What is it, Touya? Just say it!" I shook him a little, eager for more.
He sighed. "Do you want to go with me?" His voice lowered on the last part.
"Of course I do!" I jumped up from the bed, squealing with excitement.
He looked up at me with a smile—the cheesy little smile I've come to love over time.
He chuckled. "For a moment, I thought you'd say no."
"Why on earth would I say no, Touya?" I replied. Never in a million years would I ever say no to him of all people. I was beyond happy that he had asked me and not someone else.
"I don't know. I just thought maybe you would want to go with someone else," he said.
"Someone else? Like who?" I asked.
"Like Mikashi," he said quietly, looking down at his phone as if he didn’t want to face me. Mikashi had been my crush once upon a time, but it wasn’t like I really liked him anymore. To be honest, I thought I never really did. It had just been a fleeting crush that I had told Touya about a few years ago. Nothing serious.
"Touya," I said, "I haven't liked him since the fourth grade."
He looked back up at me, surprised. "Really?" He didn’t seem to believe me.
"Yes, he's just so... I don’t know. I realized there was someone else worth liking," I said honestly.
"Who's that someone else?" he asked, his penetrating gaze locked onto my brown eyes. The intensity of his stare sent a rush of nerves through me, fluttering like butterflies in my stomach. I realized that the next words I spoke could alter the course of our friendship forever.
I swallowed hard, feeling the weight of the moment.
"I... I don't know; he's sitting right in front of me," I replied, making a concerted effort to keep my voice steady, despite the quiver of anxiety creeping in.
“Oh yeah?” he pressed.
“Yeah,” I said, trying my absolute best to seem confident, although I felt my knees shaking a bit. I was beyond nervous; he was the only one to have that effect on me.
He got out of bed and took a step closer to me. So close that I could feel his scent enveloping my senses. My heart raced, and I felt a warmth spreading across my face.
He reached a hand toward my face and gently cupped my right cheek, his thumb rubbing circles on my skin. I felt a jolt of electricity where he touched me. His eyes were lowered, gazing into mine as if I were the only thing that mattered, and it had a profound effect on me.
"I like you too, doll," he said. My face flushed at the nickname he called me.
He leaned his head down, pressing his lips against mine. I melted into him, his hands wrapped around my waist. My hand found its way onto the nape of his neck.
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You checked your mail for your check from your last job at the diner. They were still going to pay you for last month. You grab a few envelopes that were in the mailbox and close it, making your way back into the apartment.
You would need to go to the bank to cash it and put the money into your bank account. You had things you had to pay off. That being your half of the rent and your phone, etc.
You grabbed your keys, went back outside, and walked over to your car. You unlocked it and got inside. After inserting the key, you turned on the engine, pulled out of the parking spot, and drove to the nearest bank. Since you lived in the city, it was likely going to be packed on the way there.
You pushed the glass doors of the bank, the cool air inside mixing with the warm sunlight that spilled in from outside. The lively chatter of customers and the rhythmic tapping of fingers on keyboards created a backdrop of noise that echoed throughout the spacious lobby. Before you, the line snaked along the polished marble floor, stretching far enough to give the impression that it could go on indefinitely.
Checking your phone, you noticed a handful of messages from Fuyumi displayed on the screen, her name lighting up with each notification. You were fully aware that she had been trying to reach you for several days now, her texts overflowing with warmth and concern. Yet, if you were honest with yourself, you weren't quite ready to engage. What you truly desired at this moment was a sense of calm—an opportunity to sort through your thoughts without the weight of obligations or conversations pulling at you. Fuyumi meant a lot to you; she was a wonderful friend and a source of support, but today you needed space.
With a resigned sigh, you powered down your phone and slipped it into your bag.
“Excuse me, are you in line?” a woman in her late forties inquired, her voice polite but carrying a hint of urgency in her tone.
“Yes,” you replied, offering a small nod.
“Okay, thank you,” she said, taking her place behind you. You resumed your focus on the bustling scene around you.
There was a loud clash, and I looked toward the source of the sound. The glass windows of the bank were shattered, and there were people dressed in all black. The people around me screamed. Everything happened so fast that I felt frozen in place. People pushed past me, trying to run.
"get down," a voice said loud and demanding.
I didn't want anything to happen to me, and i obliged, lowering myself onto the floor. Same for the rest of us.
"Get to the vault," I heard the guy with black hair say to the other two. They gave a firm nod, quickly making their way to the back of the vault. The workers were pushed down to the ground. And as for the security of the bank, they were knocked out on the floor. The other people were too scared to try anything, fearing for their lives at the hands of these criminals.
The other one, in a very tight black suit that covered his face, walked around the people on the floor, making sure they didn't try anything.
He came to my row and stopped in front of me.
"Aren't you just beautiful?" he mused.
His voice carried a tone I had never heard before.
"I almost want to take you for myself," he laughed to himself as if it were a funny joke.
He's so sick, you thought to yourself.
"Leave the poor girl alone, twice," said the one with black hair.
"Dabi's right. Leave the poor girl alone," another guy added. He didn't seem human; his body was made up of purple-black mist, and his eyes glowed.
"We’ve got everything; let’s go," another man said as he walked into the bank as if nothing had happened. You didn’t see the other two come out of the vault. What did he mean by "they're done"?
"Can I keep this one?" Twice asked, indicating me on the floor.
The man who walked in looked at me, his eyes widening in surprise. I realized, with a shock, that they were the group of villains from the diner.
"You!" I gasped, unable to contain my surprise as I said it out loud.
He didn’t respond; instead, he turned and walked out.
"Grab the girl and let’s go," I heard him say as he left.
"No! Get away!" I said, starting to kick and punch wildly as he grabbed me. Twice, putting something to my mouth, and I breathed it in. A huge wave of drowsiness took over my senses. Everything turned black.
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I stirred awake, blinking my eyes slowly open. A massive pain throbbed in my head, pulsing with almost every breath I took. I scanned the room around me, realizing I wasn't at home. Then it hit me, and I jumped up in panic. I realized my hands were restrained, and I was sitting on the floor. My bum hurt from the flat surface.
They had taken me, and now I was in some kind of room. It was very dark, and I couldn't make out much of anything.
They have taken you, and you're not sure where you are right now. I'm scared of what they will do to me.
What could they want with me? Why did they take me?
They had no absolute reason for them to kidnap me. I think they took me because I recognized them from the diner, but that didn’t mean I knew them well enough to go to the police station to report them.
It’s not like they’re undercover and don’t want anyone finding out their identities; they do all their jobs without hiding who they are, and everyone knows what they look like. I felt there was no reason whatsoever for them to have taken me at all.
It just didnt make any sense to me.
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I heard a door creak open, and light spilled out from it. Someone stepped inside and flipped the switch. The brightness was overwhelming; my eyes hurt from the sudden glare, and I hissed in response.
"Hello," a voice said.
As my eyes adjusted to the light, I recognized the man with black hair from the diner and the bank. He seemed to be holding a tray of food.
I furrowed my brow at him, not saying anything in reply.
They had taken me unwillingly, and they didn’t deserve to hear any words from me. They also didn’t benefit from me either.
"I brought you food," he said matter-of-factly. He looked at me and then strode towards me, stopping when he stood in front of me.
He squatted down, holding the tray in front of both of us.
"I'll feed you," he said.
I scoffed.
"How about you just let me leave instead?"
"I can't. That's not something I can do for you, doll," he smirked, the staples on his face slightly stretching along the skin.
Oh, how I wanted to punch that annoying smirk off his face.
“Oh, but you most certainly can; you just don’t want to,” I said, narrowing my eyes at him, as if trying to gauge the truth behind his casual demeanor.
“True, but maybe I just don’t want to,” he replied with a nonchalant shrug, his tone revealing a hint of playful defiance.
These people are utterly depraved; they believe they can imprison someone against their will as if it were their right.
He scooped a spoonful of steaming soup and brought it up to my lips, urging, “Open your mouth.”
I firmly shook my head, refusing to comply.
“Come on,” he insisted with exasperation, “stop acting like a spoiled child.”
I whipped my head to the side, feeling a surge of defiance. He seized my face by the cheeks, his grip firm and insistent, compelling me to meet his gaze.
“Eat,” he commanded, his voice low and demanding—a tone that sent chills racing down my spine. His cerulean eyes pierced into mine, and in that moment, they held an intensity that was impossible to ignore. Those eyes bore an unsettling resemblance to Touya's, and without thinking, I gasped, “Touya.”
The name escaped my lips before I could stop myself, and his expression flickered. For just a brief instant, his confidence waned, and his grip on my face softened, revealing a trace of vulnerability.
I seized the moment to pull my head away from his grasp, my heart pounding with a mix of anger and fear. “You can’t force me to eat,” I declared, my voice steady even as the tension crackled between us.
"You don't want to eat? That's fine by me," he said curtly, rising from his seat with the tray in hand. With a sudden burst of frustration, he stormed out of the room, the door slamming shut behind him with a deafening thud.
I was left in the silence once more.
The tantalizing aroma of the food lingered in the air, causing my stomach to grumble hungrily, a stark reminder of the meal I was yearning for.
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How long has it been? I haven’t got a clue; the hours seem to stretch endlessly. All I know is that my stomach is churning, a tight knot of hunger that becomes more insistent with each passing moment. My mouth is parched, the dryness unbearable, as if all the moisture has been sucked away, leaving a bitter taste behind. Since he left the room, no one has entered, and the silence feels almost oppressive, wrapping around me like a heavy blanket. Every creak of the building echoes loudly, amplifying my sense of isolation. Time feels suspended, a lingering torment that makes every second feel like an eternity.
I ended up peeing myself.
Feeling incredibly uncomfortable with the stiff, dried urine stains on my jeans, mixed with the lingering, pungent aroma that clings to the fabric. It’s embarrassing and makes me acutely aware of my surroundings, as I’m worried others can smell the odor too. The rough texture of the fabric against my skin only adds to my discomfort, intensifying my urge to change as soon as possible.
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Classes had went by pretty fast and soon it was lunch. George had asked for me to eat lunch with him and his friends and I was in no position to say no. So I accepted, he had told me to meet him by the locker room close to the cafeteria building.
So that was where I was currently heading to right now.
My eyes searched through the crowd. In search for a shoulder lengthen brunette.
He pretty much stood out. It was easy to spot him once I neared the locker room building.
His face lit up once again when he noticed me walking towards him.
His smiles really was pretty.
I smile back.
"Alright, let's get head to the cafeteria" he says.
He both begin to walk side by side up to the Lunch area. We entered the cafeteria, as I followed him to a table. There were two boys already sat in the seats.
One in particular caught my eye the second I laid eyes on him.
He had black hair with blond streaks, the blonde contrasting on his inky black hair.
His hairstyle was unlike what I have ever seen before. Though I still thought it looked pretty cool.
George takes a seat, patting the empty seat beside him for me to sit down.
I seat myself beside him, and look at both boys on the other side.
The boy beside the black haired guy had blonde short hair. He looked sweet, and kind.
I flashed them both a smile.
The black haired and blonde flashed me a smile of their own.
"Guys this is y/n she's new" George said. Motioning towards me.
"Hi, y/n I'm bill" bill says.
That smile of his brighter then the sun itself.
"Hello, bill it's nice too meet you too" I say, delivering the same smile as his.
"And I'm gustav" the blonde boy said. He gives a grin.
"Nice to meet you both" I say
"Tells us more about yourself" bill says.
He sounded eager to know.
I rub my forearm, there wasn't much interesting about me.
"Um, well my mom and I moved here from California" I start off saying.
Bill's mouth dropped, his beautiful brown eyes widening. They seemed oddly familiar as if I'd seen them before. But I couldn't quite put my finger on it.
"You mean you come from the United states!"
I nod my head once
"Why did you move here to Germany?" Gustav asks.
"My mom got a great job offer here, she just couldn't turn it down, so she decided we live here" I say.
I did miss my old home, my old friends, everything.
"How do you know German?" George beside me asks.
I turn to face him.
"My mom's German, she spoke to me in her language growing up"
George nods slowly in understanding.
"That's cool!" Bill exclaimed.
I look over at him flashing him a smile.
"Oh, toms coming" George said.
I look toward the direction he was looking at.
I had wished I never did, because what, who I saw wasn't someone I wanted to see at all.
He walks towards us, with a girl next to him. His arm tossed over her shoulder as they stalked closer to our table.
He pulls open a chair and sits down on it, the girl accompanying him sits on his lap, facing him.
I glare at him from across the table.
It was that jerk from earlier today.
He places his hands on the girls waist. She leans close to his ear and whispers something to him.
I roll my eyes away from the pair.
I cross my arms over my chest, deciding to ignore the elephant in the room.
Bill clears his throat, gaining "toms" attention.
He moves his head to the side to look at the black haired boy.
His eyes find mine for a moment. He looked away quickly before I can even react.
"What?" He asks the dark haired boy
"I'd appreciate it if your temporary thing leaves for a moment I need to talk to you about something" bill said.
Toms brows furrowed for a moment before his eyes caught mine once again.
"What about her, can she leave too" he motions towards me with his chin.
I glare at him.
The corners of his lips tug up slightly. I knew he was just trying to upset me. Wanting to get under my skin, and not gunna lie it was working.
So I looked away from him and back at bill.
"Tom, would you please" bill said.
Tom sighs out through his nose.
He looks right back at the girl in his lap, and mouths something to her. I couldn't hear anything from my spot.
She gets up from his lap and walks away.
"There, you happy" Tom said annoyed.
Bill flashes a smile at him, "thanks, bro"
Tom rolls his eyes.
"Alright, so I wanted to tell you-"
"Shouldn't she leave too" Tom points at you with a finger.
"She could stay" George said
"But why? you made that girl leave what makes her any different"
"Tom, do you even know that "girls" name?" Bill asks.
Tom shrugs, swiping his tongue over his lip ring.
My eyes caught sight of the silver piercing. It was captivating and my attention was pulled away from it when bill continued talking.
"Her names Jaime, I bet you didn't even ask for her name" bill said rolling his eyes at the dreaded haired boy.
"I'm not interested in asking her name, that shits useless" Tom said, sliding a bit further down his chair. He was now in a slouched position.
Bill let's out a sigh, seeming to give up.
"Anyway, this is y/n, she's new at this school" gustav said, motioning towards you.
Tom looks back at me with an unreadable expression on his face.
"Hi, y/n, im "moron" he said, making his tone similar to a females voice.
I clench my jaw. He was mocking me.
The boys around us gave him a look.
They don't know I had already came across this jerk in the hallway.
"Hello, moron, nice too meet you" I try forcing a sweet tone.
Tom squints his eyes at me.
There was so much tension and I was sure the boys could sense it.
Bill let's out a nervous chuckle, his laugh lightening the mood.
"Now that you've introduced yourselves, Tom I need to tell you something" bill said.
"What is it?"
"We're going to be touring next month"
Toms jaw dropped.
I cocked my head to the side, I was genuinely confused.
George leans over to me, cupping his hand to the side of his mouth.
"We have a band" he whispered
I turn my body to look directly at him.
My eyes were wide open.
"A band- like" I stuttered over my words. I felt my cheeks burn with embarrassment.
"Yea like a band band" George says.
He smiles down at me, his smile easing me.
"You should come over after school, we'll show you how we play" George suggested.
I hummed thinking about it, I would have to send a text to my mom about me not coming home till a little later.
"Sure" I flash him a smile.
"Yessss" he draws out with excitement.
"Guys, she's coming over after school to watch us play" he said out loud.
The boys heads shot my direction each one with a different expression. Bill was obviously excited with his big bright smile. Gustav was a bit more neutral. And as for Tom, he had on a deep scowl.
" a private concert for some girl we don't even know" Tom said. With distaste in his tone.
I roll my eyes at him, just who did he think he was.
"There's nothing wrong with that" George says.
"Whatever, I'll see you guys after school" Tom got up from his seat, and retrieving from the table.
"He's for sure finding his next 'girl'." Bill said, in an annoyed tone.
I giggle at that.
George nudges my shoulder gaining my attention, "trust me, we play pretty good"
"I'll take your word" I smile up at him.
He nods at me.
Two more classes left and school would finally be over, I would be lying if I said I wasn't excited.
I was giddy with excitement the whole two periods.
I was really late for my first day of school. Classes had started at 8:40 and it was already 9.
Great way to start the first day of school.
I had forgotten to set my alarm last night before I went to bed.
I woke up on my own, only to find out I was an hour late.
Because my mom had to head to work this morning I had to walk to school, it took me half an hour.
Nonetheless I arrived late but there.
I head into the office and I'm met with a lady at the desk.
She calls me over.
I walk up to her desk
"Hello, what can I help you with?" She questions, the glasses she wore slid down a bit on the slope of her nose.
"I'm new here, I start today" I say.
She gives a firm nod. "Go into this door, and on the right there's a door the counselor there should help you"
"Okay, thank you"
She clicks a button from her place behind the desk. I hear the doors click open.
I push open the double doors, and walk up to the dark green door on my right.
I open the door, and step in. The heavy door behind me slams shut.
I look to the right and see another desk.
But there wasn't anyone there.
I look around, the room was empty.
I sat on one of the chairs that were lined up against the wall.
A few minutes pass by as I sit there.
Finally the door opens and a women stand before me, she looked to be in her mid 20's.
"Hi, did you need help?" She asks.
"Yeah, um the lady from the front said to come to you"
"Are you a new student?" She ask, walking around he desk to sit herself down.
"Yeah" I get up from the chair walking up to the desk.
"What's your name, sweetie?" She looked up from her computer.
"Y/N"
"Last name?" She begins typing in my first name into her keyboard.
"L/N"
"Okay, I'ma have you speak to your counselor, she'll arrange your classes" she gets up from the swivel chair.
Walking around it, and over to another door, I follow close behind her.
We walk down a hallway, then stop behind a particular door. She knocks three times, until the door is pulled open from the inside.
We're met with a lady. She smiled at the woman beside me, then she smiles at me.
"This is a new student, she needs to get her classes set up" The woman beside me said.
"Of course come in, honey" she motions me inside.
I step into her room, the woman from before excuses herself and leaves the room.
"Take a seat" the lady tells me.
I sit down Infront of her.
"Alright, what elective would you like?" She asks.
While she typed into her keyboard.
(Guys wtv elective u guys chose)
"Since that elective is full during the day, I will schedule it for you for your first period" she says.
I nod, "that's fine"
"Okay, let me get your schedule printed out"
After my schedule is printed she walks out the door with me and back to the room where the women from before was.
"You'll have someone to give you a tour" she said as we walked to the room.
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"This is the quad, and over there is where the lunch area is" he points towards the area.
I nod my head as I look around.
"Changing room for P.E is over here"
He continues.
After he gives the quick tour, he walks me to my first period.
I was nervous, so much so I felt my heart beating hard in my ears.
He knocks on the door, I could hear talking from outside the door.
The door to the classroom Is pulled open revealing a teacher.
"Hello" she tells the boy who had given me the tour
"Hi, Mrs Anderson, she's a new student" he says.
She smiles at me, "welcome, what's your name?" She asks
"I'm Y/N nice to meet you MS."
"same here, come in" she says enthusiastic.
The boy passes me the schedule back than leaving.
I enter the classroom.
She tells me too sit at a table, near the door. There's three people sat at that table. I sit at the empty seat beside a boy.
He turns to me, flashing me a smile.
"You're new here?" He asks. An accent heavy on his tongue.
I nod, "yeah, I just started today"
"What school did you come from?"
"I did homeschool" I say.
"Did you like it?" He questions.
I hum as I thought, "Well, kinda I mean I had to much time on my hands"
"That would be cool" he raises his brows amused.
"I guess, it does get boring" I reply.
"What lunch do you have?" He catechizes.
"I have second lunch" I say looking down at my paper.
"I have second lunch too, you should hang with me and my friends" he says.
I smile at that, "sure"
"I'm George by the way" George says.
"I'm Y/N"
"Nice to meet you Y/N" he grins at me.
I realized I liked his smile, and his eyes.
"Nice to meet you too"
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I was running late to my 4th period, and soon the bell had rang.
I let out a frustrated groan as I walked down by the buildings in search for the F-Buildig. Which was all the way to the other side of campus.
The halls were now empty, the students were now in there classes.
Soon enough I found the f-building. I walk down the halls. My eyes scanning each door number; my schedule said I had F-4. My guess was that it was down the hall.
I walk faster, pacing my steps. I wasn't paying attention; looking at the door numbers when my body collided with a firm chest.
I fall onto my but; I let out an 'ow'.
"Watch where you're going" a voice above me said. The voice belonged to a male. And in the way he said them he didn't sound happy.
I look up, and I'm met with brown eyes. Those brown eyes glared down at me.
I almost had forgotten what had happened, but reality struck me when he said "would you please fucken move"
I pushed myself up from the ground, dusting off my skirt.
"Oh, I'm sorry you were the one who crashed into me" I said. Being sure to sound rude.
He was rude so what was the point in apologizing to this douche.
He scoffed, his perfect brows furrowing as he stared me down.
"Just stay out of my way" he walks past me, making sure to hit his shoulder roughly on mines.
I whipped my body around, cursing him out.
"You moron!" I yell out.
My words echoed in the empty halls.
He simply continued walking, completely ignoring me.
I let out a frustrated groan. I sigh out; attempting to calm my anger.
God, he was just such a fucken dick
I sling the strap of my backpack higher on my shoulder.
I continue to walk down the hall in search for my classroom.
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WARNING!!! There will include: angst, fluff, smut, love triangle
Summary: You love bill and there’s no doubt in your heart, unbeknownst to you he feels the same way. You both have to overcome challenging events that leads the both of you to grow apart, what happens when his twin brother feels for you? Will you be able to crush his heart? What will you do to prevent hurting them both?
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I wake up by the lousy alarm ringing on repeat, I was a heavy sleeper.
There was this one time I slept through my entire alarm I had set It to ring for an hour, and the next hour after that.
So, yes, I'm kinda psyched I woke up with my alarm.
Though unlike other times I woke up with someone in my bed.
My back was pressed to a body behind me, with strong arms wrapped around my middle.
I'm confused for a moment, until I remember a fragment of yesterday's events.
I groan out, slapping my hand on my forehead.
Tom behind me begins to stir awake, and I tense.
I'm sober now, and not to mention hung over, I really need a aspirin right about now.
"Guten morgen, meine Engel" he rasps out.
I wiggle out of his hold, sitting upright and leaning over to the side to shut off the alarm, that was obnoxiously ringing.
"Morgen" I simply say.
I was too hungover to complain about it.
I rub the sleep off my eyes with my palms. A yawn escapes me while doing so.
I turn back to look at him, "wow, you look so angelic in the morning" he saids teasingly.
I flash a fake smile, "and you look like a puffed up pufferfish" I make sure to give a sassy tone.
"She's cranky in the mornings" he states with a hand over his mouth as he let out a yawn.
Ew, why is he talking to me in second person? Well, whatever.
"He's annoying in the mornings"
He rolls his eyes at me.
I turn back around, reaching for my phone on the nightstand.
I go through any new messages from yesterday or today. Some from yesterday were from the museum in New York, some from friends.
Bill to be precise, he must've sent it last night. I click open the message.
(Bill💙)
1:32 am.
Bill:Where did you run off too?
1:55 am.
Bill:Gustav said you were with Tom?
2:30am.
Bill:Get home safe❤️
Tom peers over my shoulder, I quickly turn my phone away from him.
"Stop being nosy" I move away.
He had a shit eating grin.
"Gustav said you were with Tom" he mocked.
I roll my eyes "stop being immature."
He says something after that, but I ignore him. He absolutely hates when I ignore him.
Instead I respond to bill.
(Bill💙)
10:15 am.
You: Tom drived me home
I texted. Not a minute after he texted back.
10:15 am.
Bill: that's good
I get a call and it's from bill, on instinct I answer.
"Hey" I speak into the line.
Tom immediately mouths, "who is it?"
"I take it Tom's there with you?" Bill asks.
"Yes, unfortunately, the child's with me" I sigh out.
Bill laughs, and I couldn't help but laugh too. My mood lightens when bill laughs.
Tom only scowled at me.
(TOM'S POV)
"So, how did it go with that girl last night?" She asks bill.
Oh,no she was only making shit worse for herself by asking that question.
She didn't have the phone on speaker, so I wasn't able to hear what bill replied but by the looks of it, she didn't like he answer.
"Are you guys official?"
I was cringing. She was just so stubborn sometimes.
I shook my head at her disapprovingly.
Again the answer she was met with wasn't one she liked.
"Congrats"
It was obvious that was faked.
"Well,uh I've gotta go, I'm supposed to be picking up my sister from the airport, she staying with me for a few days" she than saids goodbye, and hangs up the phone.
She sighs out. I get up from the bed and walk up to her, enveloping my arms around her form.
I wanted her to feel better, it pained me that she was sad.
I also hated bill for hurting her like this and for him not even noticing it.
She looks up at me with a smile that didn't reach her eyes.
"He's happy"
"No, he's not-" she shushes me.
"Tom, I need to be honest"
I stay silent for her to continue.
"I like bill, but your making it hard for me"
I'm stunned, confused and a bit of amused. (Why did that rhyme 😭)
"Your being all nice and sweet, and I hate it-its confusing me" she lets out a frustrated sigh.
I smile down at her, she looks up at me for a few moments before smiling back at me.
"You're such an ass" she states. She had on a huge grin.
"I'm such an ass" I repeat.
She playfully punches my shoulder.
"Shut up"
I bring up my thumb and index finger pinching them together, I act as if I were zipping my mouth shut.
And locking it, throwing the imaginary key away.
She giggles at me.
She then wiggles out of my hold, walking over her closet and picking out some clothing.
She begins stripping off her clothes. I clear my throat to get her attention.
"Turn around perv" she said. Her round cheeks flushed a crimson red.
I chuckle as I turn around.
When she finished she called out "done".
I turn around, flashing her a smirk.
I put on my shoes while she runs around the room to gather her things.
I'm sat on her bed when she finally finished.
"Ima head out, lock the doors before leaving, okay?"
I gave her a firm nod.
"got it," I gave her a thumbs up.
Before she leaves, i clear my throat causing her to freeze. She turns around.
"what is it?"
I tap on my cheek with my index finger. She rolls her eyes.
Begrudgingly she walks over to my spot on the bed. I can't help but grin as she stalks closer.
She leans down to peck my cheek.
"be safe" I call out before she's out the door.
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WARNING!!! There will include: angst, fluff, smut, love triangle
Summary: You love bill and there’s no doubt in your heart, unbeknownst to you he feels the same way. You both have to overcome challenging events that leads the both of you to grow apart, what happens when his twin brother feels for you? Will you be able to crush his heart? What will you do to prevent hurting them both?
You stumbled to the front door of your apartment, clumsily pulling out your keys from your bag.
Tom stood beside you, with his arms crossed over his chest.
He stepped forward taking the keys from you, gently pushing you aside to insert the key into the knob.
"You don't know which one it is" you say.
Just when that was said the door had clicked open with the key he had inserted.
"What did you say?" He had a teasing smirk.
"Oh shut up" was your remark.
He pushed the door open; stepping back to let you in. You step forward, though you tripped on your heel, Tom was quick to catch you before you collided to the ground.
"Thanks" you mumbled.
"No problem"
You step into your home, he hands the keys to you, you take them placing them on the table by the front door.
He leans on the frame, with his arms crossed.
"Well, uh drive home safe" I say awkwardly. He nods his head at my words.
"Will do" he turns around to leave but before he can leave, I call out his name. He freezes the second my voice hits his ears.
He turns his body to face me.
"Can you, um," I clear my throat "stay tonight?" I ask weakly.
The second those words left my mouth I instantly regretted saying them.
The corners of his lips tug upwards.
That stupid smirk of his appearing on his features.
"I'll have to check my agenda, there's probably a girl I have to come home to, I'm not sure" there's a teasing tone in his voice.
I roll my eyes at him.
"You know what, pretend I never asked"
I was about to close the door, but he prevented me.
His eyes widened at my words.
"I was just kidding" he quickly said.
I cross my arms over my chest.
"No, you probably do have to get home to someone."
He shakes his head, "there's no one else, I promise."
I eyed for a few minutes more before moving aside to let him in.
He hurries in, closing shut the door behind him.
I walk to my room, Tom followed close behind.
I push open my door walking over to my bed. I sit down on the edge; I work on taking off the heels I had I on.
Tom was kneeled near the bed, playing with my dog cookie.
(SHE LOOKS LIKE THIS BTW)
(She's a miniature pinscher)
I smiled at their interaction. She began growling up at him. He chuckled, growling back at her.
I thought it was weird. Him growling at a dog.
I stand up from the bed, grabbing a large comfy sweater from the closet and a pair of sport shorts.
I look back at Tom, who was already staring up at me from his spot on the floor.
"Do you mind?" I speak.
He smirks, "nothing I haven't seen before."
"Tom, I'm serious stop being a weirdo."
He sighs at me, finally turning around.
I quickly pull the shirt I was wearing over my head, dropping it somewhere near my feet. I pull down the mini Demin skirt I was wearing, stepping out of it.
I grab the sweater, putting it over my head, along with the sport shorts.
"Okay, done" I call out.
He turns around, eyeing me up and down.
I try and ignore him, so I walk over to the basin in the corner of the room. I put the dirty clothes in there, walking over to the bed.
I pull my covers up, sliding in them.
"Hey, what about me?" Tom says.
He stands up, walking over to the bed.
"Sleep on the floor" I say, letting out a yawn.
He yanks the covers off my body, pushing me further into the center of the bed.
"Tom, what're you doing?"
He quickly kicks off his shoes, sliding into the bed with me.
"I am not sleeping on the floor like some dog."
"Okay, fine, but you're sleeping on your side."
"Fine"
I grab a spare pillow and place it between us.
I know this may seem childish, but I just didn't trust him with me being drunk.
I cover myself with the blanket, snuggling my head into my pillow.
My eyes flutter close, they felt heavy as leather.
From behind me I feel the pillow being pulled away and my eyes shot open.
Tom's body scoots closer to me, I feel his chest press into my back.
"Tom, I said to stay on your side, pervert."
He throws a heavy arm around my middle, bringing me closer to him.
"I won't do anything, I swear" he mumbles by my ear.
I squeeze my eyes shut, that familiar chill running down my spine.
I let out a sigh through my mouth.
"Fine but don't you dare put your leg over mine-"
I was cut off by him throwing his leg over mine. At this point he was using me as a life-sized body pillow.
I let out a frustrated groan.
God, I was literally dealing with a big child right now.
"I feel comfortable" he rasped out.
I turn my body around, now our chests were pressed against each other.
I crane my neck up to look at his face.
He resembled so much like bill (no dur their literally twins😭) it hurt all over again, but he wasn't bill. And somehow that felt so much worse.
He was already peering down at me; his eyes wore slits.
He had a slight smile.
He looked happy, though I felt the complete opposite.
"He doesn't deserve you."
Those words angered me, I mean how can he say that?
"It's the other way around" I say.
He shakes his head against the pillow. Bringing his hand to rest on the side of my cheek.
"Anyone would be lucky to have you."
My breath hitches at his words, and I feel my heart pounding in my ears.
He starts closing the space between our faces.
I squeeze my eyes shut.
oh no, not this again!
I feel his lips make contact on my cheek.
I'm flabbergasted, he didn't do it.
"Not yet I want to take things slow" he mumbles.
Tom wanting to take things slow? Almost seemed unbelievable really.
I was beyond glad he didn't do it.
I snuggle up against him.
No, it wasn't bill, but I can pretend it is.
His arms wrap tightly around me. I imagine bill's warm embrace.
The only thing keeping me from completely thinking it was him was his smell.
Bill smelt better.
The alcohol I had drank began to ware off leaving me feeling drowsy.
Previous I part 5 I *My wattpad user is 6arelyhuman_ if u want the outfits visuals u should read it there*
WARNING!!! There will include: angst, fluff, smut, love triangle
Summary: You love bill and there’s no doubt in your heart, unbeknownst to you he feels the same way. You both have to overcome challenging events that leads the both of you to grow apart, what happens when his twin brother feels for you? Will you be able to crush his heart? What will you do to prevent hurting them both?
On the way there the boys were all conversing except for bill, who was glued to his phone; he wasn't necessarily using it but checking it every ten seconds. Which if I was being honest did annoy me.
When I did try and include him in the conversation, he only hummed while still looking at the phone.
"Who's the lucky girl?", "Or guy?" George hastily adds.
Tom was driving, Gustav was in the passenger seat and as for me and George we were in the backseat with Bill.
Bill turns the phone away from George, bills cheeks flush red.
"No one"
Yup, there's that high pitched tone in his voice he does when he's lying. Bill was always bad at lying.
"Clearly their something if they have you checking your phone every five minutes" George retorts.
Bill let's out a puff of air finally relenting.
"Fine, yeah, she's a girl I bumped into at the store, and we exchanged numbers" he saids scratching the back of his neck nervously.
Every second that went by along with every word that left his lips, felt like a sharp knife stabbing deeper and deeper into my heart. I feel heat behind my eyes, I look out the window to avoid them from seeing me.
I blink my tears away. I didn't want the mascara to smudge, I wipe beneath my eyes Incase any black smudged.
I disassociated myself.
George shook me back when we got to the club, saying 'we're here'.
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The line to enter was fairly long, there would also be times when fans recognized us and stopped for a picture.
Tom wasted no time in chatting with some bimbo in the line.
Gustav and I were talking about Hamburg.
George was beside bill, talking about the girl bill was talking too.
I heard bill behind me say "I invited her, she said she'll be here in 15"
I stopped mid sentence, Gustav asked if I was okay.
"Are you okay?" He had a worried expression.
"Mhm" I lie, not giving a verbal response.
"You sure?" He had a skeptical look.
"Yeah, I'm fine really" I try and assure him.
He stares at me for a few seconds long before finally leaving it when I flash him a smile.
The line had now moved up, we were now next, each of us showed our IDs, before everything the bouncer gave us a nod waving his hand dismissively. We weren't the required age but since his daughter was a fan of the band he's given us that privilege.
He nodded firmly for us to enter, the five of us stalk in.
We open a metal door revealing a bar and blasting music with neon lights.
"Let's get drinks!" Bill yelled over the loud music.
The five of us walk up to the bar. We sit on some vacant stools.
"I'm gonna get shit faced" George saids.
You weren't going to judge him for that, he had recently broken up with his girlfriend of three years, she had said she couldn't do the long distance with him being away on tour for months.
He really did love her so you did infact understand his heartbreak.
"Don't get too drunk last time you woke up at some random ass place you didn't know" I say.
"Yeah, take her word for it" Tom agreed with me.
"at least I don't wake up with two random girls I don't even fucken know in my bed" George saids.
"At least I know how to keep a girl satisfied" Tom retorts his signature smirk making itself known on his face.
It started getting more heated up, when Tom mentioned Georges Ex, Cassie.
George had stood up with fisted hands, Tom did too.
Bill and I had to push them away from each other.
I was angry at both of them for their childish behavior. Gustav calmed down George whilst I had to calm Tom.
I knew Tom would still be upset; he had a tendency of holding grudges.
"Guys let's not cause a scene" I say looking around to find a few people staring at us. The bartender looks at us warily. I knew she had been close to call the security, I wave my hand dismissively at her.
"Everythings fine"
She nods, returning back to making drinks.
"George was the one who started it" Tom points an accusing finger at George. I roll my eyes at him.
"No I fucken didn't"
"Guys come on, let's not fight over something as dumb as this" Gustav saids.
Gustav was kind of the mediator in our group. Bill was also sometimes, but if it involved him, he was always right. He was just petty like that.
"Ima go dance" Tom said, walking away from the bar, and to the dance floor.
" I need a drink" I say, letting out a sigh.
"Me too" Gustav saids.
"Me three" bill also adds
"I'll also have one" George buts in.
I motion for the bartender to come over, "hello, what can I do for you guys" she asks with a smile, if I said she was beautiful that would an understatement, she was gorgeous.
Light blue eyes that seemed to shine under the neon lights of the club.
Dirty blonde hair that sat just beneath her shoulder.
"I'll have a tequila" bill orders.
"I'll have one of those too" I say
Gustav and George ordered a beer. The bartender whisked away to prepare the drinks.
In the corner of my eye I see bill pulling out his phone. He lets out a gasp that has the G's and I heads turning to look at bill.
"She's here" he whisper yells.
I was curious and sad to see how she looked. It already hurt a hell lot that he was talking to some one he may potentially start dating.
Suddenly the seat I was sat on felt uncomfortable, I couldn't help but fidget with my hands.
I didn't know what happened next but bill got up and made his way out the bar.
"Where'd he go?" I ask Gustav.
"He went to meet her upfront"
'oh' I say.
Oh was nothing compared to what I really wanted to say. I wanted to cry, or yell. I felt frustrated at myself, and mad at bill.
Even though it wasn't exactly his fault.
The bartender slides the alcohol to us, without second thought I down the liquid.
And another, along with a few more that accompanied those.
"Woah, your gunna make them run out of supplies, tone it down a little" Gustav saids.
I roll my eyes at him. "Gosh, gustavi your no fun" I whine out.
He chuckles at me, I pout at him.
"Stop being mean" I slurred.
Yes, I was drunk. It takes me about four drinks tops to get drunk.
"I'm not mean I'm nice" he answered with a playful tone.
I wave my hand dismissively.
"Not even"
I was about to raise my hand once again to ask for more drinks but mid way Gustav pulled my hand down.
"No more" he states firmly. More like demands.
"Fine, no more" I emphasized 'NO'.
He smiled at my comprehension.
" Guys, do you think that bartender would give me her number if I asked?" George asked.
With all due respect it seemed she wasn't interested in George but in Tom, but don't tell him it'll crush him and his heart of gold.
"Sure man, go ahead" Gustav saids shrugging his shoulders.
I wasn't going to comment on anything, so I just nod my head at Gustav's words.
The bartender comes back with two Bacardi's, not a third one sadly.
They count down to down their shots, "you guys are such a buzz kill"
"We're only looking out for you, mini bill"
I roll my eyes at the nickname. They always called me that when we all met back in middle school. Apparently I'm sassy like bill, which I wholeheartedly doubt.
I blow a strand of hair from my face, over and over to pass time.
I look back at the dance floor.
" Guys I'ma go dance" I was letting them know just Incase.
The song playing
They nodded at me, with that I got up and made my way to the dance floor. I managed to find a not so crowded area on the dance floor and began to dance, I started off by swaying my hips, my fingers running up and down the length of my body.
My eyes closed while I danced to the song that had just came up.
I began to feel lonely so I look around for someone to dance with.
Though I really didn't have to look long, a male came up to me, and said over the loud blasting music.
"wanna dance, sweetheart?"
I nod my head.
I press my body on his, I feel his hands grip either side of my hips, I don't mind though. There was so much going on this just couldn't add up. Maybe I'll have him for a night. Who knows? I mean he's not quite bad looking either...
He closes any space between us, leaving us both pressed together if that's even possible.
We were both dancing for a few minutes, when I feel his lips latch onto the side of my neck, leaving open mouthed kisses, I move my head more to the side to give him access.
He starts sucking on the sensitive skin there. I know it'll bruise, though I don't mind.
His hands slide down lower and grope my ass.
I'm about to tell him something about it, when I feel his body being roughly pushed off me.
The guy yelled out 'what the fuck, man!"
I flicker my eyes to him on the ground then over to the man standing before him, Tom was fuming, both of his hands fisted in a tight clench.
"Don't fucking touch her" he grits out at the man on the ground.
The man on the floor raised his hands up in surrender. "She wanted it man, I was giving her what she wanted".
I roll my eyes at him. Wow, such a wuss
Tom turned to you with an angry expression.
"What the fuck? You were gunna asleep with this piece of shit?!" Tom yelled at me.
I shrugged. "I don't know, I was considering it, but, uh, on second thought I think I'll pass"
Tom's face got even more angrier, if that's even possible.
I'm sure that vein on his forehead would pop any second now.
He roughly grabs your forearm, dragging you out of the dance floor.
I would have been scared if someone else were doing this to me but then again it's Tom.
"Ouch, that hurts Tom"
He stayed dead silent, his hold seemed to tighten around my arm.
Yeah, okay so now I was scared.
I began to struggle out of his hold on me.
"Let go of me, you're acting like a prick"!
My complaints went ignored. I couldn't even see his face, just the back of his head.
I looked around anxiously, occasionally stumbling on my heels.
My arm went limp when I saw Bill and some girl at the bar area. She was giggling, and Bill had on a huge smile. I scowl at them. And with the alcohol In my system I was by far worse.
I turn back to Tom. He's still dragging me.
"Tom, take me home, please" Tears were threatening to fall out from my eyes.
He halts his steps before turning around and looking down at me.
His mouth slightly dropped when he saw my red rimmed eyes and puffy nose.
"I don't wanna be here anymore" I let out weakly.
He looked around, his eyes landed on what I also had seen.
He lets out a quiet 'oh'
He swiftly picks me up bridle style, I yelp out.
"Those heels look uncomfortable, plus you hate heels" was his excuse.
"Yeah, I hate heels" I admite.
I lay my head on his chest. I close my eyes, but with every step he took my body would shake in his arms.
When we got outside, he walked to the parking lot over to his car.
He opened the passenger door, and sat me down.
"He looks happy" I say out loud.
Tom freezes, glancing at me. He was in the midst of putting on my seatbelt.
"I mean, if you think so" he shrugged. " He seems bored if you ask me" he says.
"No, he doesn't" I slur.
He was just saying that to make me feel better.
"Whatever you say" He clicks on my seatbelt.
Silence
"The other you is so much better" I sigh out.
Tom squints at me. He raises an eyebrow confused.
I continue, "you know, when he got rejected on that audition, I wanted to beat up those judges"
Tom couldn't help but laugh at you, you always made a fool of yourself when you were drunk.
"Yeah,me too"
My head perked up. "Really?" I ask.
"Yeah, I wanted to egg their cars and pop their tires, but looking back on that now I would have gone to jail."
I giggled at him. "You're so stupid Tom."
He chuckles at me.
"Sure, I am".
"Do you really think he likes her?" I ask weakly, voice above a whisper.
Tom looks at me then down at my lap. He looks at my eyes, then ruffles my hair. Flashing me a smile. An actual smile, not a smirk of his, or a slight smile but a genuine smile. It's contagious so I feel myself also smiling.
"Give that little head of yours a break, yeah?" He taps his index finger on my forehead. I scowl at him.
He pulls his upper body out of the car, closing the passenger door. He walks over to the other side, he opens the door of the driver's side. Stepping into the car. He sits himself down, clicking on his seatbelt.
Before he presses the on button on the car, he looks at me and saids, "I will show you I'm better than the other me"
I feel a pit in my stomach the second those words process in my head.
He looks ahead, driving out of the parking lot and to my apartment complex.
previous I Pt 4I My wattpad user is 6arelyhuman_ if u want the outfits visuals u should read it there.
WARNING!!! There will include: angst, fluff, smut, love triangle
Summary: You love bill and there's no doubt in your heart, unbeknownst to you he feels the same way. You both have to overcome challenging events that leads the both of you to grow apart, what happens when his twin brother feels for you? Will you be able to crush his heart? What will you do to prevent hurting them both?
I flick on the lights to my apartment, kicking shut the door behind me. I throw my purse onto the couch, pulling out my phone before doing so. I slip the device into my back pocket.
I go into the kitchen; making a B-line to the closet where i keep all my snacks, sweets, pure junk. I grab some goldfish and a blue Gatorade, shutting the door with my shoulder. I make my way to a room i had converted into my art studio. I place the snacks on a table in the art room.
I leave the room and go into my bedroom, i grab a pair of baggy painted jeans, and a red t-shirt from the drawers. I throw the outfit on. I hear a familiar sound of jingles, i turn around and find my small dog running up to me, i kneel down to get to her level. She jumps up on my lap, almost immediately going in to lick my face, i pull her off and get back up.
I point a finger at her, "sit" I command. She obeys, quickly sitting on the floor.
"Good girl" I reward her with a good scratch to her ear.
I stand up straight, walking out my bedroom and back to the art room, my dog tailing close behind.
I tie my hair up with an elastic, then swiftly pulling out my phone from my pocket. I connect to my Bluetooth speaker putting some music on.
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I spend the whole morning till afternoon working on the last canvas for the art museum. I smile to myself at the image before me. I always had this sense of accomplishment every time i completed a canvas. I stand back to take a good look at it. Drumming the back of the brush against my shoulder as i analyzed every detail, squinting at each and every little strokes.
I finally let out a breath when i deemed it was okay. I place all the painting material into its place, letting the canvas dry, as i cautiously secure the other drawings into a box with Styrofoam to ensure it wouldn't damage.
This was the first project. My beginning career to art. I wasn't going to lie i was in fact nervous, but if there one thing i learned with all my years with the boys was to always just for it.
I click off the music. Grabbing the snacks from the table and walking to the living room to watch something whilst i waited for the fresh painting to dry. I was clicking through some streaming app, when my phone chimes.
I reach for the device beside me; I scan the lock screen.
Just now
BILLY: George und Gustav Sind Hier
I stare at the screen for a moment, before i quickly type a reply.
' I'll be there in 15'
Not a second later he replies with a thumbs up. I hop off the couch; sprinting towards the art room, i grab the boxed canvas', and make it out my apartment. I was going to mail this before going to the twins' apartment.
(AFTER MAILING THE PAINTINGS)
I open the front door to their apartment; I hear my name being called the second i step foot inside their apartment. I close the door shut behind me, i brighten almost instantly when i see my two favorite blonde and brunette. George comes up to me wrapping his arms around me in hug. He let's go, pushing me away, " woah, woah, im not trying to get stained". I chuckle at him. "it's dried, Georgie" I try and speak.
He shakes his head, "Du Bist Immer Noch Ein chaos"(you are still a mess) He licks his finger, bringing it up to my face. I scrunch up my face, "ew, no stop". I slap his hand away.
He snickered, "you got it all over your face".
"I do?" He nods. "Wo?" (Where) I ask.
"I got it" He rubs some area on my cheek with his finger and i wore an expression of disgust.
"George, that's so gross."
He scoffed at that, "what's gross is the fact that your covered in paint".
I roll my eyes at him.
We both walk into the living room, where all the boys are hanging out at.
Gustav gets up and greets me, I jump into his arms.
"Gus, I missed you!"
"I did too" he said his arms still around my form.
"How was Hamburg?"
"Sehr gut!" (Very good), "my mom asked for you."
I smile at the mention of his mother. "Oh my God, Gustav give her my number" My smile was so wide the side of my cheeks hurt, but that was the least on my mind at the moment.
"I will" he said.
I look over at the twins who were to consumed in their devices, I look back at the two G's.
"We should do something!" I say with excitement, I was beyond happy they were here.
"We totally should" George quips a beautiful smile on his smooth face. Though Gustav seemed to contemplate it.
"Let's go out clubbing" George suggests. My smile falters at this, what I had in mind was to hang with them at home and catch up.
The twins' heads perked up at this obviously this piqued their interest.
I consider it for a moment before agreeing.
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"We haven't gone out in so long" Bill draws out while going through his closet. I'm sat on the edge of his bed, Gustav on the floor beside my legs.
"Sometimes I still think you're a hormonal teenager" I tell bill, a smirk teasing it's way on my lips.
He turns around and flicks me off, my eyes catching a glimpse of his silver rings engraved around his finger, and black and white nail polish on his medium lengths' fingernail.
"You act like some 80-year-old lady."
I gasp feigning offensiveness.
"What's wrong with old ladies" I say.
"Everything" His response was curt.
"Bill's such a hater and he doesn't even know it" Gustav said, as he chuckles at the black-haired man.
"I'm no hater" Bill defends.
I roll my eyes at him.
"Suree"
The door opens, revealing George. He was wearing a simple black tee. It fit tight around his biceps. And black jeans, they were baggy, but not as baggy as Tom's.
"Guys hurry up, you've been in here for ages."
"We're waiting on bill" Gustav and I both say in unison.
"Perfection shouldn't be rushed."
Bill voices.
"The only thing you should perfect is your ability to be on time" George retorts. A smirk itching it's way on his mouth.
Bill glared at George, George who slips out the room seemingly afraid of bill.
Gustav and I pass time going through our phones, even texting each other on our cellphones and sending memes to each other.
Occasionally we'd both laugh, causing bill to side glance us.
Finally, Bill called out he was 'done', I've never in my life been so glade to hear that word.
Before I left out the room though, bill stopped me by placing a hand on my shoulder. I feel electric where his hand is placed.
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"You're not going out with those shoes."
"Huh? What's wrong with my shoes?" I look down to my feet. I was wearing some black converse.
"We're going to a nightclub, not some backyard party" He retorts.
I frown. "Well, I don't have anything else to wear" I say.
Bill hums in thought, then perks up. "I know" he runs back into his walk-in closet, coming back out with some black heels. (Whatever heels u guys wanna imagine)
"You left these here" he said, giving them to me. I take the heel, seating myself on the bed to get the pair on.
" Thanks, bill you're a life saver."
"So, I've been told" he had a cocky smile. I giggle at his sense of humor.
"Now come on, the guys will be pissed off if we take longer" Bill said rushing me out.
previous I Pt 3 I *My wattpad user is 6arelyhuman_ if u want the outfits visuals u should read it there*
WARNING!!! There will include: angst, fluff, smut, love triangle
Summary: You love bill and there's no doubt in your heart, unbeknownst to you he feels the same way. You both have to overcome challenging events that leads the both of you to grow apart, what happens when his twin brother feels for you? Will you be able to crush his heart? What will you do to prevent hurting them both?
You were laid down on the couch of Bills and Tom's apartment, using bills lap as a pillow. Watching some Sci-Fi movie you both wanted to watch but never had the time to. You hear a door open and close from the hallway, you already knew just who it was.
Tom walks into the living room, momentarily blocking both bills and yours view on the TV screen to get to the other side of the couch. He places his laptop on top of the surface of the coffee table, he picks up your legs from their spot on the end of the couch; seating himself down then placing your legs over his lap.
You glance at him then back at the TV's screen. He reaches forward for his laptop, placing the device on top of your legs. You don't mind though, relishing in the heat it emitted.
You and Bill would sometimes laugh at something in the movie, Tom on the other hand was too busy going through Emails. Even when they were on break, he just couldn't help but be a workaholic.
You laugh to yourself, earning both the boys attention. Tom gave you a questioning look, bill on the other hand said "what?"
You gesture to Tom, " He's going through Emails and shit when we're supposed to be on break" I emphasize break.
Bill laughs, "that's just Tom"
"Oh, I'm sorry, I don't want us behind on anything" He sounded annoyed.
I swallow. The bite in his tone, was enough to make me worry. Bill looked at Tom then at me.
He points behind him with his thumb. "I'll leave you two alone" He gently lifts up my head, getting up from the couch, I scoot down further until my back hits the armrest. Bill kisses my forehead, then leaving the living room and into his room. I turn my attention back to Tom, who had shut his laptop and placed it back on the coffee table. My eyes meet his own, his eyes resembled bill and I just can't help but be lost in them. I finally come back to my senses.
I'm unsure of what I want to say. It would be easier if I said everything I felt. But in the long shot that can ruin everything. I know I had to try and chose my words carefully. And naturally I say, "Tom, are you okay?"
He purses his lips before opening his mouth to reply. "I've been better"
I frown at his reply, "what is it?"
He stays quiet.
I scoot closer to him, placing my hand on his shoulder. I feel him tense under my touch. I pull my hand away from him, leaving them to rest at my sides.
"Why have you been ignoring me?"
I'm caught off guard by the question and straightforwardness of it. He's looking right at me desperately.
"Did I ruin something with my confession?"
All of a sudden it's hard for me to swallow down the lump that forms in my throat. "No" I force out. "Alright, so everythings just completely fine then" The words sound hurt and I mentally curse myself out. "Yes" I squeak out.
He let out a puff of air from his mouth, seeming to be fed up. "God, how can you be so fucking naive Y/N!" His hands flew to the air. I grew nervous and began to rub my hands on the fabric of my jeans.
"I'm sorry, Tom"
His head shot my direction.
"I just need time to figure things out"
He seemed to calm down a bit, letting out a sigh through his nose.
"I'm sorry for not acting indifferent" I apologize.
"It's alright" He said after a few moments more. I give him a smile one he returns with a slight smirk.
"I should get going home" I say pushing myself up form the couch. Tom stands up from his place on the couch. " It's late, you should stay over"
There wasn't any room to argue that fact so I accept. Luckily there was some of my clothes from when I've slept over, Bill had washed them and folded them into the drawers in the guest room.
I took a quick shower in the bathroom of the hallway. As I walked down the hall with a towel at hand, I pass by Bill's room. I stop behind the door, trying to hear what was going on at the other side. There was not a single sound, I could only imagine he had went to bed. I walk to the guest room down the hallway, closing the door behind me. I put in my dirty clothes into the basin located near the closet. Dragging my feet over to the bed in the center, i pull the corner of the covers up, sliding in them. I nuzzle my head into the clean linen. Soon enough I fell asleep.
My phone's alarm rings, the loud noise waking me from my slumber. I rub the sleep off my eyes, turning over, and reaching for my phone on the nightstand.
Swiping up to turn off the alarm.
A yawn escapes my mouth. I hop off the bed, dragging my feet to the door, I turn the cold knob pulling the door open, and making my way into the kitchen.
I walk over to the window by the sink opening the blinds for the morning light. I grab a cup from one of the cupboards, and serve myself some water from the fridge. I chugged down the liquid, letting out a content sigh as I feel the fresh liquid go down my throat. I place the empty cup on top of the counter with a thud. A familiar black haired boy waltz into the kitchen, puffy eyes and messy bed hair, I couldn't help but snort. He flicks me off. I only make heart hands back at him.
"I see sleeping beauty has now awoken" I tease, with a smirk playing at my lips.
"Yea, and sleeping beauties gunna make a coffee then head back to bed"
I giggle at him. Bill was such a grump in the mornings completely different than his bright self. All he needed was a boost of his caffeine and everythings fine again. He heats the water in his electrical water heater. The sound begins to get louder as the minutes progress. He leans back against the counter with his arms crossed over his torso, and I look into the cabinets in search for the bread loaf.
"Third one" His voice sounds so much deeper in the mornings, I feel a chill run down my spine. "Thanks bill" I mumble.
Moving over to the third cabinet. I pull out the loaf, placing it on the counter. I turn around and go to the fridge pulling out the butter and butter knife from the drawers. I take out two slices of bread, plopping them into the toaster. I pull down the leverage and the breads descend.
"Did you talk to him?" Bill saids after a pause of silence. "Yea" I let out, "I basically told him I needed time" He only hums in thought.
"Tom's impatient" Bill saids in a tone of scolding. " I know" I say. "I'll have an answer for him before tour" I assure him. Though I wasn't sure myself.
"I'll take your word for that" I nod.
Bill takes out a mug, *cough cough* his favorite mug. It was black and had white letters around it. It read "I ❤️ mom's" the love was a red heart. George had gifted it to bill as a joke but turns out bill loves the damn thing. He pours the steaming water into the mug mixing in the instant coffee powder into the water. He blows into the cup, attempting to cool it down. The bread springs up, I grab a small plate, putting the slices on the plate. I open the butter, slicing the mass with the butter knife and spreading it onto the toasted bread. I put the butter back into the fridge and take my plate and seat myself at one of the stools.
I take a bite into my toast, satisfied with how it turned out. Tom stumbles into the kitchen, his cornrows messily placed around his shoulder. Wearing nothing but a pair of black briefs.
Weird but accurate to say Tom was so tom.
"Guten morgen" Bill greets Tom.
"Morgen" Tom groggily saids.
Tom was such a mess in the mornings, much more worse than bill. Tom drags his feet over to me, taking a toast from my plate, and biting into it.
"Hey! That's mine!!". "Oops"
I playfully punched his arm. "Your so annoying"
I roll my eyes at him whilst he chewed on my food.
"Good to know I'm annoying" He saids with his mouth full. A smile spreading across his face. "Not in a good way you prick" i sigh out through my nose, "and stop talking with your mouth full,pig"
"What are you my mom?"
"Simone would love me to be" I smirk up at him. He scoffs at me.
"Leave Tom alone" Bill scolds me.
"What? He ate my toast!!!"
"Yeah, only because you ignored me" Tom retorts.
"I'm talking to right now you illiterate bastard" I argue back.
"Okay both of you stop acting like some children" Bill saids, he was beginning to get mad himself, really don't test billy in the mornings.
I roll my eyes away from Tom. I wasn't actually mad, but I could tell Tom was fuming. He had a way of taking things to the ass. He plops down on the chair beside me, I could feel him burning holes into the side on my skull.
I shift in my seat finishing of my toast. I hop off the stool, picking up the plate and leaving it in the sink.
"I gotta head out" I say,to no one in particular.
Tom asks "where you going?"
"I need to finish off a canvas and mail it to the art museum in Italy" Tom's face sours, ever since I had began my art career, he's always been unappreciative of that. "Hope everything goes well"
"Thanks bill" I beam at him.
I go into the living room to get my purse I had left on the couch last night, then my phone from the guest room. I'm on my way out when I hear one of the boys call out 'forgetting something!' Bill said. I stop in my tracks, confused for a moment until finally I remembered, I walk back into the kitchen. Bill meets me halfway to him, he embraces me, I inhale his scent. I always loved how that cologne went so well with him. He dips his head down to kiss the crown of my head.
I look up at him flashing him a cheeky grin. "Bye, bill, I'll text you later on" "alright"
I hear someone clear their throat, I look to the side and see Tom with an eyebrow raised. I pull away from hug, walking over to where Tom's seated. I lean forward to give him a side hug, he snaked his arms around my waist, pulling me down on top of him. I yelp out at the uncalled for actions. He chuckles, and I can feel the vibrations by my ear, I shudder. I try to pull away but the arms around my waist waist tighten. I pull my head back to look at him in the face.
"Tom, I need to go"
He leans in, I squeeze my eyes shut, scared to open them.i feel his lips make contact with my cheek. I peak one eye open only to find Tom smirking down at me.
"Be safe" he said. I nod "I will, one last tour remember?"
'Yea' he saids below a whisper.
His grip loosens, so I stand up from his lap. I grab my things walking out the kitchen and to the front door before I do leave I hear the boys call out.
Be safe!
Text me!
I yell back an 'ok' to let them know I heard them.
A/N: Bill K. likes you he just doesn't want to admit it, that is until he watches as you make out with some guy. It sparks jealousy in him.
There's this undeniable tension between the two of you, that the band can even sense. It's almost clear to any person.
The teasing, the playful bickering between you two.
It was safe two tell you both were each other's ride or die. (other than tom ofc)
He had to come in terms with his feelings, not exactly how he had wanted to. But seeing you clinging onto some random guy's arm, had his blood boiling. It shouldn't have been that guy, but him. Your giggles echoing through the living room. That sweet, beautiful smile gracefully on your face. He loved that smile, he just hated that it wasn't directed towards him.
He sat across from you on the other side of the couch, sitting next to tom. Tom had some bimbo on his lap, running his hand dangerously up her thigh while he whispered what he can guess were sultry words, and arousing promising's.
His attention turned towards you again, the lip gloss you wore glistering in the dim lit room. Those long lashes of yours fluttering up at the man beside you.
Bill sipped on his cup, cringing as the liquid of beer burned its way down his throat.
It was a small amount of people, inviting only a few people, more of a kick back.
Gustav and George were playing beer pong in the kitchen with a couple of people. He was also invited, though he chose to stay here.
The man he learnt his name to be Ryan snakes his arms around your middle, pulling your body onto his lap.
Bill was feeling uneasy watching these events unfold before his eyes. You lean up to kiss Ryan, the kiss turns messy by the second.
You then pull back from the kiss, leaning up to his ear, whispering something to him. Bill watches the man nod, a smirk forming on his lips, that were now smeared with your lip gloss.
You stand up from his lap, grabbing the man's hand and pulling him up from the couch. You both leave the living room, making your way upstairs, the guy stumbled on the steps as he walked up with you. Bill's eyes never left your form as you disappeared upstairs.
Tom turns to him, the girl from earlier wasn't on his lap anymore.
"where'd she go?'' He questions, cocking a brow up in questioning.
Bill looks back towards the direction of the stairs and motions to it with his chin. "She went upstairs.'' He couldn't help but feel his words were bitter. They sounded heavy on his tongue.
He turns his head back to his brother beside him. Tom squints his eyes at his twin brother.
"what?" Bill knew that look tom was giving him; it was the same look he gave him when he was lying about eating his chips.
''And you let her go up there, drunk as fuck with some random ass dude she just met.'' Tom said amusingly. His face between shocked and angry.
His words felt like a harsh slap on the face, he wasn't wrong, she did have a little too much to drink tonight. But it also wasn't his place to stop you from hanging out with that guy.
He shrugs, ''not my problem'' He tried saying nonchalantly.
Tom looks back at bill incredulously. It was apparent he didn't take his words seriously. He could almost see through his brother. The way his brows seemed to furrow with irritation. But he didn't dare to pry more, knowing how bill could get sometimes.
"Alright man" he sighs out. "If you say so, but i bet he's probably balls deep in her right now, and you're still here sitting like a little bitch."
Bill snapped, standing up from the couch and looking down at his brother, who cooly sat with his legs wide open seeming unbothered by his brother's murderous stare.
"Be pissed all you want; you know it's true" Tom said.
"Why won't you stay out of it, it's none of your fucken business" Bill bites back.
Tom raises his hands up in surrender, "Just trying to help you out, bro, no need for you to get heated."
Bill glares at his brother, before letting out a sigh. "You really think I should go in there?" he asked very quietly. Tom almost couldn't hear him.
"well, obviously not right now" he says matter of fact. "but you can when she's out."
"I don't think I can wait, just even thinking about that fucken guy and her right now pisses me off" Bill says.
"So, don't think about it, I mean it shouldn't piss you off if you don't think about it, right?" Tom says.
Bill couldn't help but let out a snort. "God, you can be really stupid sometimes" Bill says, letting out a laugh.
"What can I say, I'm charming" he smiles up at his brother.
"why won't you just chill with another girl, That red head has been staring at you from across the room for a while now" Tom says.
Bill turns looks towards the direction of the girl tom had just described. She was indeed staring at him. Her skirt short enough to tease him. The top she wore exposed a good amount of her cleavage. She wasn't so bad, but she also wasn't you.
"i don't know, tom" Bill says unsure.
"c'mon, man" Tom gets up from the couch placing his hand on bills shoulder, "just go up to her and tell her she's good looking"
Bill raises his brow up in question, "that seems like a douche thing to say."
"doesn't matter, they'd fucken fuck you, their whores they'll take anything" Tom said, pushing his brother towards her direction.
Bill stumbles forward, cursing underneath his breath. The girl licks her lips as bill approaches her. She twirls a red strand around her manicured fingers.
Before bill can even say anything to the girl she says "hey handsome" A smirk on her glossed lips. Though when he saw hers, he couldn't help but think of your plumped glossed lips. So much fuller.
He gives her a fake smile.
He wanted to compliment her and maybe get her and him to talk a little more, but before he could she presses against him. She whispers against her ear "wanna take this upstairs" she says in a sultry voice.
Bill swallows. Of course, he knew what she meant. And usually he'd feel excited, but he felt the opposite.
He nods, not trusting his voice at the moment.
She grabs his hand, pulling Bill along as they make their way upstairs.
The girl stumbles forward, colliding with someone unexpectedly. Bill, curious and concerned, steps aside to see who it was. You find yourself sprawled on the floor, momentarily dazed.
“Move, bitch! Don’t you see I’m walking here?” the fiery redhead snaps, her voice sharp and impatient.
Bill quickly crouches down in front of you, his brow furrowed with worry as he extends a hand. “Are you okay?” he asks, his voice softening, genuine concern evident in his eyes.
“Yes, I’m fine,” you reply tersely, pushing his hand away with more force than intended. Frustration spills out of you. “Now go back to your hoe,” you say, brushing past him with determination as you storm down the staircase, your heart racing.
Bill hesitates for a moment, glancing back at the redhead, who is now glaring at him with annoyance. Ignoring her calls and the tension in the air, he turns and follows you, wanting to ensure you’re truly okay.
You rushed to the front of the house, the cool evening air suddenly feeling stifling as nausea overwhelmed you. As you bent over, retching uncontrollably onto the dewy grass, Bill sprinted towards you, concern etched on his face. He quickly tucked your hair behind your ears, trying to keep it out of the way as he knelt beside you, his voice a mix of worry and care. "Hey, just breathe," he urged gently, assessing the situation while the distant sounds of a party faded into the background.
You wiped your mouth with the sleeve of your shirt, the fabric rough against your lips, leaving a faint trace of the last meal you had.
“Are you okay?” he asked, his brow furrowed with concern, eyes scanning your face for any sign of distress.
You nodded, trying to muster a reassuring smile, though the weight of the moment lingered in the air between you.
“Those fiery red locks really caught my eye,” you said, recalling the striking woman from earlier.
“Yeah, Tom thought I should get laid tonight,” Bill replied with a wry grin, his eyes flickering with a mix of humor and resignation.
You chuckled at the absurdity of it, shaking your head. “Tom will always be Tom, won't he?” you remarked.
“Honestly, I really didn’t want to,” Bill admitted, his tone unexpectedly serious.
“Really?” you questioned, piqued by his honesty.
“No,” he reiterated, shaking his head slowly as if the thought alone was tiresome.
“Oh,” was all you managed, feeling a wave of relief wash over you. It was good to know he didn't want to sleep with her,
“You did me a favor running into her, though,” Bill continued, his expression shifting as a memory surfaced.
“Man, she’s a straight-up bitch,” you said, bitterness creeping into your voice as you recalled her snide comments when she bumped into you earlier.
“She honestly is,” Bill agreed, nodding emphatically as he shared your disdain for the woman who had easily left a bad taste in your mouth.
"So you and Ryan…" Bill began, a mischievous glint in his eye.
"Who?" I replied, genuinely puzzled, trying to recall the events of before.
"The guy you were with," he said, a knowing grin spreading across his face.
"That was his name?" I frowned, struggling to piece the night together through the fog of my drunken state from prior.
"Yeah," he chuckled, clearly amused by my confusion. "You must have really been out of it."
"Oh," I murmured, a hint of embarrassment creeping in, "to be honest, I don't know what that was about."
"What do you mean?" Bill pressed, his brows furrowed in concern.
"I just got really drunk," I confessed, feeling the weight of my honesty.
"I guess I just got carried away, I didn't sleep with him i snapped out of it before things escalated," I admitted, shaking my head as I recalled the blurry moments that led me to that situation.
Bill let out a sigh of relief, his shoulders dropping as if a heavy weight had been lifted. "Good thing you didn’t," he said aloud, the hint of a smile breaking across his face.
You turned to him, curiosity piqued. "Why?" you asked, your brow furrowing slightly.
His gaze met yours, and you could see a mixture of vulnerability and sincerity in his eyes. "Because I like you," he admitted, his voice steady but quiet, as he confessed his feelings with an openness that surprised you both.
You looked into his deep brown eyes, feeling as though you could easily get lost in their warmth and depth. "I do too," you confess, your voice barely above a whisper, filled with a mixture of vulnerability and hope.
"You do?" he asks, a smile spreading across his face, amusement dancing in his eyes as he realizes that you share his feelings.
"Of course, Bill. I've liked you ever since your first gig,” you reply, your heart racing as you recall the way he captivated the crowd that night. “I realized I wanted to see your smile for the rest of my life,” you add, your honesty punctuated by the truth that has been simmering within you for so long.
He steps closer, his presence enveloping you, and gently reaches out to cup your cheek. “I love you,” he says, his voice a soft whisper, carrying warmth that feels like a cozy fire on a cold winter day. The words wrap around you, igniting a sense of safety and happiness in your chest.
“I love you too, Bill,” you reply without a moment’s hesitation, your heart swelling with a joy you never thought possible.
He leans in, and the moment his lips brush against yours, a spark ignites, overwhelming you with an intensity so profound that the chaos of the world around you fades into oblivion. Your lips move in perfect harmony, melding together as if they were crafted for this very moment. His strong hands find their way to your waist, drawing you closer, while your fingers gently cradle the nape of his neck, feeling the warmth of his skin beneath your touch.
"Get a room, you two," Tom quipped, his voice teasing but laced with a hint of exasperation.
You pull away from each other, feeling a mix of embarrassment and lingering warmth from the moment. As you turn to face Tom, you see him standing on the front porch, his arms crossed over his chest, and a bemused smile playing at the corners of his lips.
You roll your eyes at him, trying to suppress a smile.
Bill chuckles, “I was just telling her how much I love her,” he announces with a huge, genuine smile, glancing over at his brother Tom, who raises an eyebrow in mock disbelief.
"fucking finally, it was painful watching you two pin over eachother"
A/N: FYI, I posted this story in Wattpad, therefor I don't want to hear I'm copying from someone or they're copying from me. I can assure you I'm the same person. With that being said enjoy (Billy willy has my heart) Pt 2I Pt 3I My wattpad user is 6arelyhuman_ if u want the outfits visuals u should read it there.
WARNING!!! There will include: angst, fluff, smut, love triangle (it's a bill ff so don't worry)
Summary: You love bill and there's no doubt in your heart, unbeknownst to you he feels the same way. You both have to overcome challenging events that leads the both of you to grow apart, what happens when his twin brother feels for you? Will you be able to crush his heart? What will you do to prevent hurting them both?
''If we could go back in time, what timeline would you go back to?'' I ask after a long moment of silence.
A stray thought that had crossed my mind, he hums in thought. Seemingly really thinking about it. He shifts his position on the grass. I also reposition myself differently, rolling over to my side to look at his side profile. He glances at me, then back at the sky.
''I would go back to before we got well known.''
I open my mouth to say something, but before I can he interrupts me.
'' Don't get me wrong, I'm happy with my life and how it turned out, It's everything I wanted and more.'' He lets out a sigh through his nose.
''Like if I actually would have gone to college, and I don't know? Lived life as an average man''
You nodded slowly. You knew where he was coming from because you had also thought of the same thing before.
''Tom wouldn't be a cocky womanizer,'' I say, electing a laugh from Bill beside me.
''Yeah, I think it's gotten to his head.''
''You think?'' I say sarcastically. We both look at each other for a moment and burst into laughter.
Our laughter dies down, and we're left in comfortable silence. I glance up at the night sky, gazing at the stars that twinkle. Some were bigger than others, some even looked about the size of a speck of dust.
A sudden memory came to mind when we were little, the four boys and I would climb onto the roof of the twins' house and watch the night sky. We'd scream out 'Look a shooting star' as a bright star shot through the dark abyss. Simone would even prepare snacks for us to eat while we were up there.
The boys and I would make a wish, Tom always blurted out his, ''I want to date a hot model!''
I would playfully punch his shoulder as we all laughed at him. My wish was to always have the five of us stick together, no matter what.
''Remember Ria?'' Bill said, bringing back me from my thoughts. I roll my eyes at the name.
Bill dated her for a year. She was such a slut, she slept with Tom, knowing they were brothers. Bill was upset with his brother's poor decision. They didn't talk for months. They finally got over their differences so Bill forgave Tom.
''Yea,'' I say bitterly.
''Sometimes I wonder if she would have still dated me if I wasn't famous.'' He said honestly.
''probably not'' I say. In my opinion, she was only with Bill because he was a successful band leader.
And just wanted him for his fame, I wouldn't be surprised if she never loved him.
''I thought so too.'' He saids lowly.
It honestly breaks my heart. How sad and vulnerable he sounded saying this.
I reach for his hand interlocking my fingers with his. He rubs his thumb in a circular motion on my hand.
''she missed out on a whole lot'' I say causing him to smile.
''Really?'' he asks.
''Im sure'' I respond.
This seemed to make him feel better.
''You're a great friend'' He said, flashing me the brightest smile. I wince at the word 'friend', before quickly masking it with a smile of my own.
''I try to be'' I manage to say.
''Have you given Tom an answer''
" Have you given tom an answer?"
God, why did he have to ruin such a great moment. I let out a sigh, " No, i've been avoiding him". Now saying those words out loud made me feel shitty. Bill frowned at me, clearly disappointed in my actions. " that's not how you should handle it" He said in a disapproving tone, shaking his head at me. " I know, I know I just" , My hands fly up to my face. I drag them down my face, leaving them to cover over my mouth.
" I just don't want to hurt him with my answer" My words sounded muffled, though bill still managed to hear my words.
"I'm pretty sure it hurts him more that you're ignoring him" He saids, stating the obvious.
"I know and i feel like an ass hole" i groan out.
"well, do you?" He asks, It takes me moment to process his question.
"Do i what?"
" Like him" He states simply, as if it was the most simplistic thing in the world.
"I" The words caught in my throat. He pokes my cheek with his index finger.
"Is that a blush i see?" He teases.
My heart breaks, he thought i liked tom, it wasn't like that at all, I only saw him as one of my best friends. Don't get me wrong i love him, but it was different than what i felt for bill.
I sit up, rubbing my hands on the fabric of my jeans, something i did when i was nervous, bill sat up also.
"I don't know Bill" I say below a whisper. He frowns at me.
" what is it, you can tell me" He throws an arm around my shoulder, bringing me close to his side. He places his chin on top of my head. I breath in his scent, breathing in what smelt like cologne and a hint of cigarettes.He was smoking again. I frown at the discovery. He had promised he would quit that habit, he only did so when he was stressed.
"The only right way to handle this situation is to tell the truth."
I deflate, of course he was right, but i was scared, this could potentially ruin my friendship with both of them. And I honestly don't think i could ever handle something like that. They both mean so much to me.
"come on" He nudged me in his arms.
HIS ARMS
I felt so safe in his arms, his embrace was warm, the soothing strokes of his hand running through the locks of my hair could be enough to lull me to sleep.
I let out a puff of air, forcing myself to muster up some courage.
"I'm still trying to figure out things out"
It wasn't entirely the truth but somewhat close.
I needed to figure out confessing my feelings to bill, or if i wanted to have tom hate me by doing so. It was the same outcome, one i so badly wanted to avoid. He hums in understanding.
"Got it, just don't avoid him, instead tell him those exact same words"
God, bill always knew what to say or do to make me feel better. I nod.
I let out a quick 'ok'
"alright, i think we should get going, It's far too dark to be laying here in the park" He looks around. I laugh at him, he gives a frown in response.
"yeah, we may even get mugged."
His eyes widened. He was so paranoid.
I pat his shoulder, "Relax, the only thing they'll be getting is a card, and i sure as hell am not giving them my pin" He laughs at my humor. As we walk to his car in the parks parking lot he tells me about a few demos he's unsure of releasing. The ride to his apartment complex in LA was spent blasting music at full volume.
You've consistently maintained an optimistic perspective in life or at least you tried to. Waking up with a smile each morning as you splashed water onto your face to rouse you up from your groggy state in the sunrise. Whenever you felt sorrowful you'd think about something to put your spirits back up, many people had told you life isn't just all rainbows and you comprehended that yet you always chose to dismiss it until you fell for so and so, who to your demise didn't love you back as you thought he did, he just had something to sell he was beautiful and pure beauty. Staggered yourself that you even had the chance to be with him even if it meant for a month. You surrounded yourself in thinking about him and only him no man else, neither yourself besides of course when you'd dress up all nice nevertheless it was for him, somehow you don't regret even a bit of it at all. In the one-month relationship you had with him, you learned many things that he hadn't told anyone before, things he kept to himself only, you were starting to feel special until he pushed you away and started to distance himself far and far. You didn't see this coming at all you spent your days thinking of a reason why he just all of a sudden started to avoid you, you loved him and you thought he loved you too, or rather so you thought until you were in your professor's class taking psychology class feeling your phone buzzing in your pocket you sneakingly grabbed your phone out.
we need to break up.
Solely like that, you felt your world pulverize finding it difficult to breathe properly, your sight was beginning to obscure as you felt a lump form in your throat.
What did you do wrong?
Did he not love you?
That can't be it at all You believed as you remembered numerous nights he whispered he loved you quietly into your ear as you fell into a slumber, and regardless this just didn't make sense at all not even one bit.
you gripped your phone with such strength you heard the screen crack, though you didn't care to hurt and were heartbroken to disquiet.
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Not even a month departed you caught him with some different lassie as he held her close to him.
Was it that she wasn't as appealing as her, that girl was bewitching She radiated pure beauty. Her smile was bright, her features graceful. He looked happy next to this woman. She then giggled at something he whispered into her ear, even her laughter sounded perfect.
He wore a grin as he drew away from her ear and then made contact towards your direction feeling like a dear in headlights you froze on the spot.
he didn't break contact as he leaned down to kiss the woman in his arms not breaking his eyes from you. it hurt all over again, all the healing you passed for weeks, feeling your heart bleed out from the tender wound.
your soul only came back into your body feeling your phone vibrate in your hand. You were the first to break contact turning around and pulling the strings of your tote bag over your shoulder as you began to walk away from the cafeteria. You arrived at the bathroom, strutting over to the sink and wiping the mascara smudges around your eyes. You looked horrible hadn't even realized you had been crying perhaps that's why he was enjoying himself to have seen you cry in front of him must have made him feel satisfactory.
She lay in his bed, as drool came out of her mouth and rolled onto his silk pillows, He couldn't help but wear a disgusted expression on his face. He reached over to his bedside table grasping a cloth as he wiped the drool off her face.
If it was you instead, he wouldn't have felt disgusted at all he'd probably think it was cute that you were cute while sleeping.
He found himself smiling, his face dropped in an instant as he saw the woman on his bed slur awake. She stared up at him with a smile.
''good morning handsome'' she cooed
He didn't reply to her simply hopping off the bed as he went over to his closet to put on some clothes.
He was 20 minutes late. Usually being this late he would've stayed home, but today he didn't want to be with her alone.
You picked at your food, moving the macaroni around not ever eating a spoonful.
''Not feeling hungry?''
You looked up to your demis- surprise, you saw him
Looking back down at the food that looks plain and stale you grabbed the tray and walked past him and over to the waste bin. Not glancing back at him as you exited the cafeteria.
Your arm was abruptly grabbed and yanked against a firm body, wiggling out of whoever held you but to no avail, you craned your neck up to get a visual, and your eyes widened.
''It's not very nice to ignore someone, angel''
You then began to wiggle out but with much strength, this time his hold was firm holding you flush against him.
''let go'' you snarled
''getting balsy on me huh, angel.''
''No, you just won't let me go, you prick.''
The vocabulary you were using on him made him feel angry. Just who did you think you were speaking to him like that, remembering all the honey-sweet ways you'd talk to him? However, this didn't compare at all, not a bit.
His grasp on your arm tightened enough for you to let out a shriek of pain.
He smirked, lowering his mouth to your earhole.
''forget who are you talking to, princess?''
He saw you still, not moving a muscle, you mumbled a sorry.
''what? I didn't quite hear you.''
He heard you inhale through your mouth with gritted teeth.
''sorry''
A grin made its way to his face. This is how he liked you When you were obedient to him.
A/N: This has been in my drafts for the longest time. Just thought i should post it. Not-proofread
about. Vicious kicked you out you have nowhere else to go, but you find a green haired man who's willing to help you. Spike spiegel
It was evident to you that you weren't his first, not in anything. He loved someone else first and had his intimate moments with someone else. While he was your first in everything. In love, lovemaking, these warm sensations he had you feeling. He made you feel treasured and made you feel as if you were the one for him.
Though you nonetheless couldn't get over the reality that he already had his first. And you were simply his second. Spike had told you continuous times that Julia was dead to him, quite literally. It was already hard for him that he'd carried on and found love again. You knew that every second of the day he thought about her or maybe saw her in you at times. And you knew when he'd look at you with eyes saddened as he thought of what you already knew.
Julia
She was his first, they ran off together so that they'd be able to be together but she never met up with him as he initially planned with her. Though vicious still slaughtered her for her betrayal. Since then, he hated women. Women with an attitude to be exact, women like Julia.
A modest soft-spoken woman who knew what she had
But you, you couldn't help but compare yourself, over and over, as you looked at yourself in the mirror.
You had lived with Vicious before meeting Spike, Vicious took you under his wing and trained you making sure you were well-trained to be his bodyguard.
Ultimately he no longer needed you and threw you out with no remorse. You had nowhere to go, and with a bounty on your head, you were safe to say you were scared and afraid.
Until he found you
In TJ, Tijuana, you were in a bar-only place you were sure you'd be able to stay the night as long as you ordered some drinks.
He came in and ordered a whiskey.
Giving you a side glance, and back at the bartender. Downed his drink and left, or so you thought.
As you exited the bar, you felt a hand abruptly grab you and slap their hand with a white cloth over your mouth.
Muffling your screams, you inhaled and felt a burning sensation up your nostril, eye fluttering closed, with a sudden urge to feel drowsy.
Then blacked out
You awoke in what you assumed was a ship. You rubbed your eyes slowly, taking in your surroundings. You saw a man with a beard and what seemed to be a scar on his left eye.
He puffed out smoke, turning his head over to you.
'she's awake!' he called out.
A figure walked out from the door.
A dark green-haired man with brown eyes, tall and lean began walking over to me.
It was the exact man you had seen in the bar.
'look at you waking up this late.' he jested
'you? why am I here.'
He smirked as he nonchalantly sat next to you on the couch, spreading his arms on the headrest.
'Well, you're a bounty I happen to run across, didn't I?'
Your breath hitched, he knew.
But how?
Oh, you were no longer in vicious's protection.
'you're going to turn me in?' you squeak out helplessly.
'what else should I do with you, sweetheart?'
You knew you'd eventually run across a bounty hunter especially here in TJ, and could have gone anywhere instead, but you chose here.
You were no longer needed, your purpose was to serve vicious, and he no longer wanted you.
So why were you here even?
turn me in, do as you please' you say remotely.
Spike's eyes widened the moment those words came out of your mouth.
None of the bounties he's captured had willingly turned themselves in let alone let themselves be turned in.
He couldn't help but find suspicion in your words.
He eyed you for a minute.
'some depressing shit, sweetie don't you think?'
His eyes widened as he thought of an idea.
'hm... how bout this, you can help out here in the bebop ship.'
Why wasn't he just going to turn you in a minute ago, now he's decided to recruit you.
This can't be right, right?
'why would I.'
'Because you don't care about your life if you willingly let me turn you in. So I decided you'd be of use in the bebop spacecraft.'
Are you of use?
After what vicious had told you, you no longer thought you were of use at all.
Nonetheless, the spike was here recruiting you into his crew.
You nodded your head, not giving a verbal response to the man next to you.
His smiled widely
'I guess if you have a bounty, must mean you are good with guns?'
'I'm not as good with guns as I am with swords,' you say meekly
Vicious taught you how to use guns, although he mainly had you practicing with swords that were his style, so it was yours and you got accustomed to it.
'as long as you have good aim.'
You nodded
Spike stood up from the couch. He then waved his hand indicating you follow him.
Hesitantly you got up from the couch and followed him As you both entered, you noticed it was a bedroom.
'you get some sleep.'
''here?''
''Yeah, I don't mind sleeping on the couch.''
You shook your head no, you were fine with sleeping on the couch. it was no problem for you.
''It's fine, I'll sleep on the couch, This is your bed,'' you say
''It's alright, I don't sleep on it anyway, I usually sleep on the couch.''
You reluctantly obliged, although you weren't comfortable.
You stared blankly at the metal walls of the spacecraft. You couldn't sleep. Not after what your head had been spiraling about.
The same events of today playing over on repeat in your mind, vicious has always been cold. But never has he directed it to you, let alone in that form of way.
You were well aware your relationship with him wasn't at all normal. You don't think anything involving him is even considered ''normal''. He always had hate towards Spiegel, especially involving their history together, This might sound unbelievable, but they once were friends maybe even considered partners in crime, before a single woman shattered their companionship.
Inevitably falling for her, they both fell for her.
And that was the beginning of it all, although she chose to be with Spike, and it ticked vicious off. He took her for himself he married that woman, and she did so only to ensure her safety from the bounty hunters and his father. After the fall of the elders and vicious, Julia is on the verge of betraying him by asking Spike to rule the Syndicate with her, but he refuses. So she begrudgingly makes sure vicious doesn't die, She gives him treatment when he awakes he does so restained in a basement. Julia is there as well. When Vicious screams that his people will kill her, Julia reminds him that he is an Elder now, and no one is supposed to see him. She rules by his name.
Eventually, when the van's men were found vicious they betrayed the van and freed Vicious, and she went into hiding, fully knowing what'd he do if he found her.
After, he became ruler of the Red Dragon Syndicate once again. He began this unspoken mission to end Spike.
He found you not long after 'you were nothing when i found you' he'd say. In all honesty, you weren't, he found you, and he saved you from crude people who only wanted to harm you.
That's why it hurt a hell lot when he threw you out. His Alibi was that you only slowed him down. Or maybe he was just telling himself that. It felt unreal though, you cared for him. And these past few years of knowing him didn't lessen the ache.
He didn't once look back after turning his back on you and it hurt it did. Some part inside you that you almost always choose to ignore adored him. Like really really cared for him.
You were well aware of the whispers they had, mutterings about comparing you to the very woman who broke him, left him scars of untrusting issues. And you sure as hell didn't blame him what she did was fucked up in more ways than one. You never once met her and yet you hate her. Or maybe it's what vicious always told you his enemies were yours, That you'd carry many of his burdens. You promised to leave as many of them off his shoulders, a promise you solely made to yourself the day he took you in, saved you, and trained you. Made you in every form of way possible.
You were in love maybe?
You shook your head, snorting at the ridiculous thought.
What are you bluffing
He turned his back on you quite literally, it's best to forget
forget him
He'd despise you if he ever found out you were with his rival enemy. He would hate you more than he currently did if that was even possible.
That's it right he left you because he hated you, nothing more. Just that he despised you, he thought you weren't at all enough to protect. Watch his back be his guardian angel. That's exactly it, it had to be.
You tugged frustratingly at your hair strands. You wanted to show him that you are not at all weak.
'Take him down.' you thought.
'yes that's it.'
You sat upright on spikes bed. Whipping your head around the dark room.
Some part inside of you strongly disagreed, but your hurt was larger than anything, you wanted to hurt him as he did you, make him beg. Make him feel what he had made you feel.
That is exactly something he'd say
You laid back down.
You nuzzled your head deeper into the pillow.
Soon your eyelids became heavy as leather, and before you knew it, you blacked out.
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She quickly sat up, breathing ragged and labored as she stared wide-eyed in front of her. Her chest heaved, tears rolling down her cheeks.
Her body shuddered, and she took a shaky inhale, an attempt to calm herself down.
The same images of her, before vicious, had found her, Those people. Tied helplessly as they did whatever they wanted to her body, she thrashed and screamed for them to stop. She sobbed brokenly as they broke her. Her soul was far from her body. She could almost feel their hands on her as they did that day. Her hands scratched onto her skin, nails digging into her skin.
Dragging blood from it. Her hands found their way to her hair pulling on the strands, and sliding over her face.
She silently screamed into her palms.
I want to die
she thought
She always thought it, every time she was awake from that nightmare, that thought always crossed her mind.
Like a promising deal, just waiting to be shaken hands on.
She didn't sleep the rest of the night and sat in a seated position on the bed staring into the nothingness of the dark room a stray of light began to peak through the spacecraft's small window. She was tired her body begged for rest but her mind wanted the exact opposite, She wanted to stay awake she didn't want to relive the memory.
A faint knock on the door took her out of her current train of thoughts that flooded her ruptured brain.
The door slowly creaked out revealing a slight crack of light and a dark green-haired man.
'Mornin' He flashed you a blinding smile.
You looked up, greeted by his light brown colored irises.
His eyes widened.
'wow, you look like shit.' He stated, his eyebrows drawing up.
You looked back down at your palms somehow they seemed more interesting at the moment. Tracing the abuse you've given yourself all last night. The cool air stung the scratches.
'hey,' He called out softly. His footsteps got closer to the bed. He reached his hand out gently lifting your head to look at him.
'did you sleep?' Concern laced his every syllable.
She swallowed, he seemed genuinely worried for her, or was this some type of trick?
'did you?' He asked once again.
She shook her head against his hold, his face contorted to worrisome and surprise something between those two.
'What is it? Was my bed really that uncomfortable?'' He joked about the last part.
'no, I just couldn't sleep thats all.'
His bed was much comfier than anything else, you appreciate he had lent his bed for you tonight.
'then what is it.' He asked gently
She glanced away from him, unbeknownst to her she was frowning, lips heavily pulled down her eyebrows drawn down together.
'I ' she paused taking a long inhale of air 'get these bad dreams'
She heard him hum as if contemplating something.
'bad dreams?' She glanced over at him, he was already staring down at her with a small smile. She nodded.
He laid down on the bed, opening his arms for her to crawl in. ''C'mere, I'll let you have some rest since your bad dreams didn't let you.'
She just stared at him, Slowly she crawled over to him, and her head faced his chest. He brought the blanket up to her shoulders, warming her up from the morning's coldness.
He began to thread his fingers through her locks.
She hummed in appreciation. He lowly chuckled.
'jus' close your eyes and relax' He whispered lowly.
Her eyes fluttered close.
She let out even puffs of air, her chest raised and fell.
'I used to get really bad dreams like you'' He whispered lowly, he knew you were asleep but that's all he could give to comfort her even just a little.
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Strong arms held you close, pressed securely next to them. Your eyes fluttered open, slightly looking upwards. Observing his face as he rests. Light lines of a smile, no crease nor frown.
His dark green strands curtained over his eyes, giving you a sudden urge to brush them away.
You nuzzled further into his chest, letting out a calm sigh.
She heard a low groan from above her, and her eyes widened.
oh no did I wake him?
She stared wide-eyed as he stirred awake from his slumber. He let out an audible yawn.
''mornin'' his eyes flickered to the tiny window ''or evenin''
His arms retracted from around you, arms raising as he stretched. He let out a groan.
'Good morning' you mumbled, You wanted his arms around you again. But you couldn't bring yourself to tell him that.
Wait why would you even think that, you must be touched starved. You scold yourself.
You lifted yourself to the bed, swinging your feet over to the edge. You winced at the coldness of the floor. You looked back at him over your shoulder, only to find him also staring back at you. He wore a small smile.
'' I'm not trying to pressure you or anything but I'm here if you wanna talk about it''
You would love to talk about it and have him see what you've been through. Have him understand you. But you couldn't, the cause of everything was rooted in his nemesis. So you averted your gaze too afraid to continue staring back at those brown eyes of his, they wore sincerity.
'' I'', you shut your mouth again, not exactly sure how to respond, your mind currently debating on opening up. You did want to, you did. It was difficult to.
So you were stuck with shaking your head, not trusting in using your words, and afraid that your voice would crack.
''All right'' You heard him mutter from behind you.
You both stayed like that for a cool minute, silent. Not a kind of uncomfortable silence but one where you could tell the other was thinking something. Debating something. Waiting for the other one to muster up the courage to speak. Specifically, open up. He knew she had something to talk about, and he also knew that her keeping it bottled up only made shit worse for her.
Some part inside him wanted to help her, get her through whatever was keeping her up. Haunting her in even her dreams. Clear her from that burden. Clear her from all burdens possible.
He heard her let out a loud sigh through her nose.
''Have you ever loved a person'' He heard her say.
''Like really love them, I'm talking about giving up your own life for them'' She wasn't facing him but he could tell she was on the verge of crying judging by her voice, the crack between her sentences.
''yeah, I have'' He whispered.
'' Yet she was the same person to kill me''
She turned to him fully now. A questioning looks on her face, curious as to what he meant by that.
Could he mean Julia?
'' What happened?''
You watched him swallow before opening his mouth to speak, ''vicious happened,''
She stilled upon hearing that name. It did something to her, more when others said it.
Spike noticed her tension and change of behavior. He wasn't sure if he should implore her about it.
''She was more than upset I didn't come looking for her after all those years.''
All those years, what did he mean by that?
She tilted her head, a questioning expression on her features.
Spike didn't wanna open up, especially involving the women he used to love with all his might.
But he wanted you to open up, and the only way he found that you would, is if he did so first.
'' We were planning on running from the syndicate, to do so, I had to fake my death''
You heard about this from Vicious, How he wanted his revenge on Spike. He ordered Julia to go to the location where Spike was and she was to meet and kill Spike herself. Or they'd both be killed by the syndicate assassins. Julia didn't go through, instead, she ran away.
And for years, she was on the run.
'' We had agreed on meeting in a cemetery, running away to live our life together, Away from the organization.''
The room went silent once again, none of the parties opening their mouth to say more.
'' She never came.'' He said after a long silence.
You looked at the pained expression he wore, as he stared down at his lap. You crawled over to him, opening your arms for him to go into. And he did hesitantly but he did. He laid his head against your chest, his arms shakily wrapping themselves on your lower stomach.
You threaded your fingers threw his dark greenish locks.
Hoping to soothe him, wanting to soothe him from his pain. Because in some way you know exactly the ache he was going through.
His body would shake, and you knew he was crying. With the way, he clutched onto your shirt. Regardless of you continued, whispering 'everything was fine'.
When you thought his cries subsided, you placed both hands on his cheeks and pushed him back slightly, so you'd be eye to eye.
You wiped a stray tear making its way down his cheek.
It pained you, his vulnerability giving you a sense of guilt.
Should you clear it out with him? Tell him you once worked for his nemesis.
You were scared he'd hate you and turn his back on you just as vicious did.
'' Spike'' you whimpered out.
God, why was your voice already breaking? I'm so pathetic.
You thought.
His head shot up after hearing you call his name, concern painted on his features.
'' There's something I need to tell you.''
His brows furrowed, his brown eyes red and puffy.
'' I used to work under vicious.''
Pain shot through his eyes.
You worked for... vicious.
'' I wasn't in the syndicate, but he saved me and took me under his wing'' You couldn't help but cry.
He pushed himself away from you, getting off the bed. Backing away from you, all while wearing widened eyes.
You sobbed even more, seeing him alerted by your presence all of a sudden. You clutched at your shoulder, breathing heavily into the sheets as you pressed your head further into the mattress.
And it was like this for a while until your cries subsided a bit, he opened his mouth to say something.
''What happened?''
'' I was no longer of use to him'' you said words sounded muffled because your mouth pressed onto the bed.
You pushed your head up only to see Spike stepping closer to you once again. He reached his hand out to cup your left cheek. And you leaned further into his hold.
'' He saved you?'' He asked.
You nodded against his hand, '' I was being manhandled by some imbeciles and he saved me.''
He smiled down at you although it didn't reach his eyes.
''But he threw you out?''
'' He trained me for 3 years, and I followed his every command. He never once allowed me to join the syndicates.''
'' He said I was slowing him down, so he turned his back on me. Left me to fend for me.''
''why'd you come to TJ?''
''I had nowhere else to go.''
He scoffed, ''and so you went to the very place that crawled with bounty hunters, not to mention filled to the brim with tons of em'.''
'' I wasn't thinking, I just needed to clear my head at the time.''
''Vicious'' he said the name with distaste, the syllables gave him some bitterness.
''he saved you, he saved someone, without thinking a second about it?'' He has to admit it was surprising, that man wasn't known for anything like that, just for the cruel and gruesome actions he's done over the past years.
So, excuse him if it's something he's most.
caught off guard by.
'' It doesn't matter anyway; he threw me out.'' You said, voice daring to break again.
''Can I ask you something?"
He nodded.
''Why does he hate you, I know it isn't just mainly based on that woman.''
He let out a sigh through his nose, he didn't want to answer your question, but you seemed eager to know.
'' I subdued him.''
'' what?'' You questioned; your brows drew up.
''They wanted me to succeed as leader of the red dragon, a position that vicious coveted,'' He corrected.
It made sense now why vicious hated Spike, but deep down you felt bad for him. And you know you shouldn't vicious doesn't deserve your lament.
''I'm just happy he saved you''
That comment brought you back.
'' If he wouldn't have, you, i'' He let out a deep breath, ''would have never met you.''
You felt heat behind your eyes, as you stared at the man before you, pure sincerity etched on his beautiful features, and one would have never thought he'd be capable of ever loving a person as he did Julia.
You winced this could only end in two things.
And you didn't want the two things it'd end up hurting you both.
A/N: I originally had written this for myself as a way to comfort myself (Bill's my comfort person) bc i've went through SH, Depression ECT, so i wrote this in a from of way to comfort me while i was going through things at that time. He managed to make me feel better through his songs, and watching tokio hotel TV. They always make me crack up, and i adore bill and his personality <3 He means the absolute world to me.
CW; WARNING; Self Harm, mentions of suicide, blood. (if ur not comfortable with that pls don't read this.)
ミ★ 𝘭𝘦𝘵𝘴 𝘣𝘦𝘨𝘪𝘯 ★彡
You sat on the floor of your bathroom with a kitchen knife clutched in your hand.
The phone on the edge of the porcelain tub buzzed over and over. The sound resonates loudly with the material, and throughout the empty walls of the bathroom.
You ignored it. You had already said what you wanted to say. Your mind was set.
Your eyesight was blurry with the tears obscuring your view. Your body shook as you let out a sob.
The freshly made cuts stung, and they became itchy. You position the knife along your arm again, pressing down and cutting through the flesh again.
It hurt
But what hurt more was your heart.
Blood flowed down your arm, trickling onto your bathroom floor.
The phone rang.
Over and over again.
It only made you cry harder.
You grip the knife tighter, your knuckles turning white.
Your free hand goes up to grip your hair. Yanking violently on the strands.
I don't want to be here anymore.
You let go of your hair, holding your injured arm out on your lap. Knife on the other hand.
I don't wanna be here.
You repeated like a mantra in your head.
You hear your name being called, but you ignore it completely. You feel strange and out of it. You stare blankly at your arm.
The pants you wore; were now covered in crimson liquid.
The door to your bathroom is pushed open, you remain unmoving. Not even flinching at the abrupt sound. Or looking toward the direction of the door.
(First person)
''Y/N! Why aren't you answering my calls-''
I hear his breath hitch, and a silent gasp escaping his mouth. No doubt at the sight laid before him.
He runs over to my spot on the floor.
''what are you doing?''
He's now in front of me, I finally look up at him.
He looks scared?
Genuinely horrified and worried.
''why are you doing this to yourself?'' He gently reaches forward to grab my arm; he lets out a shaky gasp at the sight. I couldn't help but cry. I felt ashamed and embarrassed.
Bill quickly gets up, grabbing the hand towel from the sink. He comes back, placing it on my arm. Pressing the fabric onto the deep wounds. I let out another sob. Bill looks back up at my face, then at the knife I was currently holding in my other hand.
He slowly takes it from my hand. He places the knife behind him on the floor.
''Bill!'' I cry out.
''I'm here Y/N, im here.'' He said reassuringly. He guides my head to his chest, scooting closer to me. I was now in between his open legs.
He buries his head into the crook of my neck.
''I'm tired of all of it,'' Hot tears fell out of my eyes.
''It's okay, everything is okay now.'' He said. It sounded like he was saying it more to himself.
He rubs my back, comforting me.
''I don't want to be here anymore!'' I cried out.
''Don't say things like that you don't mean them.''
''But I do-'' I pull my head back to look him in the face.
He was crying, and I felt horrible about it.
"I'm here now, we'll get through this together okay?'' He asked pleadingly.
I nod my head profusely, ''okay.''
He uncovers my arm from the towel. The cuts had swollen up. And the towel was soaked in blood, my blood. He raises my arm to his face.
He presses soft, feather-light kisses to my wounds, I try to pull my arm away, but he holds on tighter. He softly kissed each one and then looked back up at me.
And I can see the sadness in his almond eyes.
''I love you, Y/n and i care''
''I love you too, bill'' My voice sounded hoarse.
He leans his forehead on mine and closes his eyes. He wraps his arms around me, hugging me tightly. I hug him back with my uninjured arm.
And I knew just then that he needed me just as I needed him.
He pulls away and stares at me. He wipes a tear that has rolled down my cheek with his thumb.
''I love you.'' He said again, this time with so much sureness.
I giggle at him. ''I love you too, Bill.''
He smiles at me. Even with tears streaming down his face, his smile still looked beautiful.
He cradles my head with his hands. He leaned his face close to mine, leaving an inch of distance between us. His warm breath fanned my face.
''I love you so fucken much.'' Bill sighs out.
I couldn't help but smile.
''I love you a whole lot too, Bill.''
He grins at me. He presses his lips onto mine softly. Our lips begin to move in sync. The kiss had so much emotion seeping out from it. I could taste his salty tears, and I'm sure he could taste mine too.
But at that moment, nothing else mattered. It was just him and I.
''Ich liebe dich'' He murmured on my lips. I wasn't sure what he said but on instinct, I said, ''Te amo mucho tambien''
He finally pulls away, letting go of his hold on my face.
I smile up at his face.
''I'm still mad at you, missy.'' he playfully crosses his arms over his chest. Giving a slight frown.
I playfully roll my eyes at him.
''You have every right to be'' I say.
This was him trying to be and i quote ''mad at me''. Honestly he did an awful job at doing so.
''I know i do'' He frowns deeper.
I wanted to pinch his cheeks, but I restrained myself from doing so. he didn't exactly like when I did that.
''I need to get those bandaged up,'' He points to my arm. I look at my arm and frown. I was beginning to bleed again.
'' There's a first-aid kit under the sink,'' I point to the sink.
He nods, quickly getting up and opening the cabinet under the sink.
He takes out the red box. kicking the cabinets shut, and walks over to me.
"Take a seat on the toilet'' He motions to the toilet; the lid is closed.
I tried to stand up on my own but my legs felt wobbly. Bill helps me seat myself on the toilet.
He opens the first-aid kit, and he takes out an antisceptic wipe from the box, wiping my cuts with it.
I take a sharp intake of air, earning Bill's attention. He looks at me, ''Are you okay?'' He asks worriedly.
''Yeah I'm fine it just stings a little''
He nods at me, cleaning the area much slower. After he throws the used antiseptic wipe into the trash bin.
Next, he pulls out a cream, he squeezes a bit out onto his index finger and rubs it onto the cuts.
The cream felt fresh on my wound. He drops the cream back into the first-aid, then takes out some appendages. He lifts my arm and begins to wrap the appendage around my arm. He secures it with a metal clip. He places the bandage roll back into the first-aid. He shuts the kit and puts it back under the sink.
I raise my arm in front of me examining it.
He did pretty well I thought
''Ever considered being a doctor?' I teasingly say.
His eyes slightly widen. He shakes his head at me. ''Uh, no thank you, I can't take the sight of blood, it freaks me out'' He looks down to the poodle of blood on the floor and shudders then looks at me.
''I'm sorry'' I gave him an apologetic smile.
"It's fine, I'd perform brain surgery for you if I had to''
I giggle at that, ''what about a heart surgery?''
He gasps,''that's too far, Y/N''
''Sorry.'' I laugh out, and he joins in too.
He kneels in front of me, holding both my hands in his.
I look at our hands, then back at his face.
''Don't ever do this again, Y/N. It scared the shit out of me'' His eyes looked into mine pleadingly.
''I won't, I promise,'' I assure him.
''And if you ever feel you want to,'' He gestures to my arm, ''Talk to me first, I want you to tell me what's wrong. I want to be there for you.''
I nod at him.
''Im here for you Y/N'' He repeats.
''Thanks, Bill'' I smile down at him. ''I'm here for you too.''
He smiles up at me. His smile filled my heart with warmth.
At that moment, I realized he was my person and I was his.
Readers at a battle with herself I guess being locked up really did a number on her. Angst I Eventual Smut I Slight Fluff if you squint hard enough !MDNI!
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How many days has it been?
She doesn't know, but she sure was hungry, and thirsty.
Her wrists were swollen, she'd tried countless times to free herself from the ropes retaining her.
After Bakugou had slapped her, he ordered his men to take her to the dungeon. He demanded she wouldn't eat or drink until he'd said so.
Her ass felt numb, she'd sat in this position since they first had tied her up.
They wouldn't even let her go to use the bathroom she's held it in for quite some time now.
There weren't even any windows to let her know when a day had ended or begun. Her throat felt dry and scratchy from all the screaming she's done. But it was useless they all followed his order and the man himself hadn't come down to see her, which must mean he may be angry but she could care less about what he felt.
Besides she couldn't even fully understand what the guards said, she only knew some basic words from their language. All she could do is sit there hearing them laugh and cackle about god knows what while she starves to death. All of this was the doing of the man she most certainly despised.
Maybe if she died she'd be freed from this torture. It'd be a way out. A way out to be freed.
Nonetheless, it seemed far too easy, Bakugou wouldn't let her off the hook like that though. He'd keep her tortured but breathing and heart beating.
One of the guards retreated leaving only one standing by her cell. The sword hanging off his waist.
Her head bobbed forward slightly now and then. Her eyes darted to the guard opening his metal flask, her mouth opened agape while she watched a few drops roll down his neck. His throat bobbed as he consumed the refreshing liquid. She wanted nothing more than to be that guard at this very moment. The man splashed water onto his palm running his hands through his locks.
Then they both locked eyes. Hers widened slightly.
He looked around the hallway peeking out from the wall. He then walked over to the tied-up girl. He kneeled before her, fetching his flask.
''wan' some'' He had a bit of an accent.
She eagerly nodded. The man brought the flask up to the girl's lips, tilting the flask just a little. She opened her mouth the clear flavorless liquid cascaded down into her mouth.
Her throat bobbed as she swallowed every ounce of water, a few drops rolling down her mouth. He retracted the flask scrolling on the lid.
She mouthed a 'thank you'. He smiled at the girl.
'' I'll bring you some bread later in the day''
''thank you'' she gave him a light smile.
''our king could be a bit cruel sometimes, but none of the villagers would've ever fought back as you did'' He smiled at the captured girl before him.
''some might say it's a dumb thing to do at the same time, I say it was brave.''
'' It may be brave on some terms even now, but I'm still here captive overall'' She tugged onto the ropes proving her point.
''in some way, it's considered heroism.''
Her face faltered a bit, '' you know what he'll do to you if he found out you gave me water let alone leave your station to speak to me''
The boy didn't seem to mind instead he gave the girl a grin. '' He's on an expedition acquiring more acres''
'' Along with the lives of innocents,'' She mumbled
''I'm sorry for what was brought upon your homeland''
'' It's fine, it's not your fault anyway, you people just take orders''
''We may not have a choice, but we still choose to take part'' He sat with his legs crossed in front of her.
''It's not like any of you had a say in the matter'' She said.
''We don't but regardless we choose to follow him''
She shook her head. ''because you're forced to''
'' He's our king we have to''
'' I know you do'' She mumbled, she looked down to the concrete ground.
''Hey,'' He said lifting her head softly with his thumb and pointer finger. Her eyes flickered into his green ones. He gave her a wide grin.
'' I'll get you out if it's the last thing I do''
She leaned forward into his touch '' Thank you'' She smiled up at him.
'' Now I have to go. The next guard taking this section will arrive shortly.''
She nodded.
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Two new guards stood outside her cell, crackling about something in their form of tongues. But she was no fool judging by the looks they gave her and the judgmental gaze they'd give her now and then, she knows it was about her.
At times they'd whistle at her, looking her up and down while licking their lips.
Moments like these she'd wish she were back to safety with Bakugou. At least by his side, She knew nobody would dare hurt her unless it were him. She felt somewhat secure around him but wary at the same time. She trusted him enough to know he wouldn't kill her but not enough to feel completely safe around him. From what she's seen so far, the impression he's given her. He was just some heartless bitch. Who gave zero fucks about anyone else but himself. As long as he took the triumph he's satisfied. Watching others fall gives him satisfaction.
Ironic isn't it? To prefer to knock whatever competition he may take as a threat. Even something as simple as giving him one wrong look, congratulations you've made it to his long list of to murder list. Or maybe how he'd phrase it is 'take 'em down and win'.
She despised him how many times does she even have to repeat the same word over and over in her damn head.
All the time
She thought
Maybe some sick part of her is getting accustomed to it and slowly fitting into his customs. Even thinking about it makes her want to vomit, but what exactly would she vomit on an empty stomach? Acid?
Sometimes she thinks her mind betrays her body, and her body feels wary around him but her mind finds some type of way to give her false reassurance, she's beginning to think her mind may start to be her worst enemy at some point. When she starts to hate him cause there sure is a big part of her that despises that man, but some nagging thought in her mind finds an excuse to give her false reassurance, She hates herself for that. To a full extent. It seems stupid to her when she really thinks about what he could've done instead of killing every soul she knew and keeping just her out of all her people alive.
Torture
She thought
Yes he loves to torture me even if it's done so by my mind
That is his expertise, I mean he's not king for nothing.
But he's a goddamn brute.
The guard's hoarse laugh shook her out of her trance and wandering mind. She eyed both the males who stood behind the cell bars.
She didn't even trust closing her eyes at any moment, wary of both those men, who stood outside those forsaken bars.
Not to mention she was very much starving to death.
Another guard came running down the hall. He jogged up to the two guards who stood by her cell. He began to tell them something in their language all she could do was try and decipher what she could with her limited knowledge of their language. So she studied their mannerism hoping to at least understand something by their body language. Still, she was utterly lost. Not a moment after one of the guards who stood by your cell unlocked your cell stepping in close to you.
He kneeled down untiying the ropes.
''Alright pretty girl our king wishes to see you''
In all honesty, you really think he was too enclosed in your personal space. He didn't have to be this close to you to untie those ropes. He pulled you up to your feet.
The guard who had come running down from the halls tied a new pair of ropes on her arms. He nudged her forward, The girl lost all her footing and fell face-first onto the concrete ground.
She heard laughter from above her. The guard lifted her back up to her feet. He pulled her along with him. She began limping on her leg.
She heard a 'tsk' from the man who gripped her arm.
Was it just her or all of Bakugou's guards were ruthless as fuck. Some bastards just like him she thought.
He abruptly stopped glancing down at her leg he let out a sigh.
Quickly picking her up he threw her over his shoulder.
She let out a yelp at his sudden motions.
Her body lightly jumped with every step he took. She grabbed onto him as if her life depended on it.
And it was like this the whole way.
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Her mouth watered at the sight before her eyes.
The table is full of varieties of dishes scattered all over the dining table.
''Sit'' A voice then said interrupting her silent appreciating moment.
Despite everything she happily obliged. She looked up at Bakugou who wore a prominent scowl.
He pointed a thick digit to the dish in front of her. ''Eat'' was all he said.
They didn't exchange words during the entire meal. The silence was bearable, she thought it was quite comforting.
But he couldn't say the same.
When she had finished her meal she glanced over to katsuki who was already staring back at her.
She cleared her throat after a moment ''Thank you, katsuki''
He gave her an empty hum.
She looked down at her hands placed on her lap, she picked at the skin around her fingernails.
She looked back up at the blonde man. ''I'm sorry katsuki''
She doesn't know why she's even apologizing to him, it should be the other way around. Maybe it was because he wasn't giving her as much attention as he originally does.
He scoffed crossing his arms over his chest. ''really?''
She nodded eagerly, though she didn't intend to, she just did. She hates herself even more for it. Why does she feel she must please him? Make him feel better?
''I shouldn't have scratched you''
He let out a deep sigh through his nose ''s fine''
She got up from her chair walking over to the man sitting across the table.
She doesn't know what she was doing her body walked on its own.
The same words repeated like a mantra over and over in her head.
Make him forgive you, show him just how sorry you are
He looked up at her from his place on the table.
She leaned down on him seating herself on his lap.
His vermillion eyes never left her own.
She lightly traced her index finger along the fading scars she gave him. Her eyes flickered over to his fading scar and back to his irises.
She ghosted her lips over the scratch.
''I'm sorry katsu'' She whispered lowly against his skin.
Stop
Some part of her brain screamed but the other found its way into her consciousness.
He let out a low growl, it reverberated against her chest, seeming as if both were pressed against each other.
The girl pecked the area. His predatorial eyes flickered to her lips and back to her eyes, He caught her lips in his own.
Both lips moved in sync.
His large hands were placed on both sides of her hips.
The kiss began to get messy by the second.
She grinded against him and in response, he groaned into her mouth. She let out a mewl, her lips swallowed down his noises as he did the same. Making it sound muffled.
Her hands pulled on the hairs on the nape of his neck.
He broke the kiss.
Both gasped out for air. His lips were red and glossy.
He then pushed her figure off his body, standing up from his spot on the chair in the dining room.
''let's go to bed'' He mumbled
Already exiting the dining room.
She watched his figure disappear into the door.
She stared at the door with widened eyes.
The girl was aroused but nonetheless, she obliged.
If there's one thing she's learned is she receives better when she's obedient towards Bakugou?
