#him&me

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love your hands on me🖤

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An au that I intended to work on!~ Also, I open an ask box, ask what you want to know about the au and I will answer with cute fluffy arts or short comics. 

I didn’t name the au cause i didn’t know what to call it and “Him&me” is the first thing I thought of, so yeah.

Also, I’m bad at writing. yeah. hahaha ha ha. So warning. 

Him & Me 

-A BillDip au

Intro:

He was a product of an abusive relationship. He knew that much. He stopped trusting. 

Cause in his eyes, the world will just send another guardian who liked to beat him up with a bat.  The boy looked up to his messy house, bit down on his lip. Another fake friend who will turn their back on him for their own convenience. He only had his sister who he depressingly clung onto. He missed her. He wished she were here. But he couldn't burden her, he was afraid. It was a battle between him and the world.

The battle raged on for each day. The morning alarm, the crowded stress, the giggle, and laughter, the eyes of the outsider. He managed to move forward. He liked to recycle his sister's words. they calmed him down. They were soothing. " Just let tomorrow has its chance. It won't be too late." Today was like any other. He was crying. He couldn't hold himself. He cried so hard. He hated that he was crying. "Boy shouldn't cry." He flashed-back at every abusive word people had told him, and he just cried. May be they were right. May be he was supposed to be defeat and just laid there for the world to talk him. He heard his sister soft voice. But the tears, they wouldn't stop. He felt the stream running down his face. Each droplets falling down his hands.  He wouldn't let tomorrow has its chance, today was the last chance. He wanted to give up and just like that, he blacked out. . . . He couldn't make out what was happening. Was he sleeping, or did he do it and this was what happened next? A soft voice whispered to him, asking him if he was okay. A hand shoving the cup of hot liquid to him. A hand patting his head while he was drinking. It was sweet. A hand putting something in his pocket And a hand soothing him until the tears stopped. . . . When he woke up he couldn't remember what happened yesterday. The boy found out his place was trashed. Did someone rob his place or was he the one trashing it? He found a piece of paper in his pocket There was phone number written on it. He threw it in the trashcan. He continued with his life, not caring how awful his place was.

To be continued.

I got the idea based on the prompt I found randomly, I don't know why and how the au popped up. Such mystery. But it is here now!!~ hahaha.

[thesearchforsomethingmore]

We were like broken mirrors, we only reflected what we chose was worthy. But we knew that the world wouldn’t consider us beautiful anymore, so we quieted down the fires still raging in our hearts. And we fought a constant battle against each other to overcome this madness. And the warfare in our hearts tricked us into believing we were our real enemies. So we picked up our weapons and did what we were taught best, without a second thought, without the smallest doubt. Sadly, when I look back to us now, all I can remember is a myriad of reflections, yours and mine, all mingled up together. And when I look back now, I can still feel the heat of everyone who didn’t love us. What were we even expecting anyways? This world never respects anything that’s broken.

- We healed past heartaches with our own.

[innamorarsipergioco]

DAY04.

Hai presente quando conosci una persona da poco tempo e pensi che sia quella giusta per te? Quando senti quei brividi mentre ti bacia e ti prende la mano? Quando desideri di vederlo e di sentirlo ogni secondo? Quando vorresti stare ore e ore abbracciato a lui? Quando ti guarda sorridi e lui ricambia con un bacio.. Quei momenti mi fanno amare la vita,mi fanno amare l'adolescenza,i piccoli gesti,ogni fottuto istante che lui è con me!.Sto bene con lui,sto bene vicino a lui e voglio restarci con lui. -