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STAYING THE NIGHT PROMPTS

❝  don’t be ridiculous,  there’s enough room on this bed for both of us. ❞ 

❝  please stay.  i don’t think i can be alone tonight.  ❞

❝  i’m staying,  okay?  you don’t have to be alone tonight. ❞

❝  you shouldn’t be alone right now.  i’ll take the couch,  it’ll be fine.  ❞

❝  will you sleep with me?  i know how that sounds i just mean—  i feel safe when you’re there.  ❞

❝  i’ll be here the whole night okay?  nothing will get to you while i’m here.  ❞

❝  wait— have you been here all night?  ❞

❝  i thought you went home after i went to bed.  you didn’t have to do that— you could’ve at least joined me in bed that couch is shit for sleeping on.  ❞

❝  can i stay with you tonight?  i don’t wanna go home yet.  ❞

❝  it’s late,  you might as well just stay here.  ❞

❝  can you just…stay here?  and hold me.  ❞

❝  i know this might sound weird but,  do you wanna stay over?  i guess ‘sleepover’ sounds kind of childish but.  i think it’d be nice.  ❞

❝  i’m not expecting anything,  i just,  thought it’d be nice to keep you company tonight. ❞

❝  i don’t have nightmares when you’re there.  ❞

❝  i get you’re doing the whole protective thing— and i appreciate it.  i do,  but there’s no reason for you to stay awake all night.  might as well come to bed.  ❞

❝  thank you for staying.  it just gets so lonely at night sometimes.  ❞

❝  i don’t want you to be alone tonight and honestly,  i don’t really wanna be alone either.  ❞

❝  do you wanna stay with me tonight?  ❞

❝  stay,  please.  ❞

❝  i’ll stay.  ❞

❝  i’m staying.  ❞

❝  i’m staying.  end of discussion.  you gotta learn to let people take care of you.  ❞

❝  i’m not ready to say goodbye yet.  ❞

❝  i don’t wanna have to say goodnight.  ❞

❝  honestly i can’t sleep,  so if you wanna stay up with me?  ❞

❝  i don’t sleep a lot either these days.  we can be insomniacs together.  ❞

❝  well,  i can think of some ways to wear you out.  ❞

❝  if you can’t sleep,  there are other things we could do.  ❞

❝  i’d rather fuck than stare at the ceiling counting sheep to be honest.  ❞

❝  it doesn’t have to mean anything,  i just don’t wanna feel lonely tonight.  and i want to feel good for once.  ❞

❝  please don’t go—  i need.  i need someone—  i need you.  ❞

❝  the night doesn’t have to end here,  you know.  ❞

❝  i like it when you’re here.  so stay.  please?  ❞

❝  you’re just as lonely as i am.  might as well be lonely together.  ❞

❝  you can stay but i’m not letting you sleep on that couch.  ❞

❝  chivalry is overrated,  get in my bed.  ❞

❝  you’re clearly exhausted.  you can go in the morning.  ❞

❝  you don’t have to pretend to be fine,  if you need me to stay i will.  ❞

❝  when i said i wanted everyone to leave me alone i didn’t mean you.  i can’t handle everyone else right now but you…you’re different.  ❞

❝  you need someone right now.  and i’m the one that’s here.  let me be what you need.  ❞

SCENARIOS

[ GUARDED ]  sender insists on staying the night to keep watch over receiver who has been in some kind of danger. 

[ GUARDING ]  receiver insists on staying the night to keep watch over sender who has been in some kind of danger. 

[ UNEXPECTED ]  one muse stays the night to keep an eye on the other after something traumatic and they end up having comfort sex.

[ CONSOLE ]  sender asks receiver to stay the night because they don’t want to be alone and they end up cuddling.  

[ CONSOLED ]  receiver asks sender to stay the night because they don’t want to be alone and they end up cuddling. 

[ ACCIDENT ]  sender winds up staying at receiver’s house all night because receiver fell asleep against them/in their lap and they didn’t have the heart to wake them. 

[ UNPLANNED ]  receiver winds up staying at sender’s house all night because sender fell asleep against them/in their lap and they didn’t have the heart to wake them. 

[ STAY ]  sender is carrying receiver to bed because they fell asleep somewhere else but when they start to walk away,  receiver grabs their hand so sender joins them in bed. 

[ STAYING ]  receiver is carrying sender to bed because they fell asleep somewhere else but when they start to walk away,  sender grabs their hand so receiver joins them in bed. 

[ APPROACHED ]  sender is staying with receiver for safety and asks if they can sleep in their bed with them. 

[ APPROACH ]  receiver is staying with sender for safety and asks if they can sleep in their bed with them. 

[ SHARE ]  sender is unexpectedly staying with receiver overnight,  receiver insisted sender sleep on the bed while they take the floor but sender winds up insisting they join them in bed. 

[ SHARED ]  receiver is unexpectedly staying with sender overnight,  sender insisted receiver sleep on the bed while they take the floor but receiver winds up insisting they join them in bed. 

[ FOUND ]  sender is staying with receiver who had them take the bed while receiver takes the couch.  in the middle of the night,  sender goes out to join receiver on the couch because they don’t want to sleep alone. 

[ FIND ]  receiver is staying with sender who had them take the bed while sender takes the couch.  in the middle of the night,  receiver goes out to join sender on the couch because they don’t want to sleep alone. 

[ DISCOVERED ]  receiver wakes up in the morning to find sender asleep on their couch because sender was watching over them. 

[ HAVEN ]  receiver wakes up in the morning to find sender asleep on their couch because sender felt safer with them. 

[ WEARY ]  sender cries themselves to sleep in receiver’s arms. 

[ TIRED ]  receiver cries themselves to sleep in sender’s arms. 

[ PROPOSITION ]  one or both muse(s) are having trouble sleeping so they have sex to pass the time. 

[ PURPOSE ]  one muse can’t sleep so the other initiates sex to wear them out. 

[ TRAPPED ]  one muse ends up staying the night with the other due to a storm. 

[ KEEP ]  sender fell asleep on receiver and when receiver tries to get up,  sender whines so they stay put.  

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becky should’ve known it was a bad idea. that one or two times asking him to put it into his schedule was one or two times too many. she shouldn’t have asked. regardless of how much he said he wanted to do this, she should’ve known this would be the outcome. she leads him through groups of concerned coworkers and people that pay them no mind, away from any sort of music or talking or laughing. leads him through doors to cool night air where it can be just them. where she can feel the squeeze on her fingers and the anxiety stemming from there. ❛︎ 𝐛𝐚𝐛𝐲 ... ❜︎ looks at him with eyes full of concern, squeezes his hand, ❛︎ 𝐢𝐭’𝐬 𝐨𝐤𝐚𝐲, 𝐥𝐞𝐭’𝐬 𝐣𝐮𝐬𝐭 𝐠𝐨 𝐡𝐨𝐦𝐞 ―︎ 𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐲 𝐭𝐨 𝐡𝐞𝐚𝐝 𝐨𝐮𝐭, 𝐚𝐧𝐲𝐰𝐚𝐲. ❜︎ becky tries her best to justify it, tries to make it so he won’t feel guilty for feeling the way he does. / @br4wl , here

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call it youngest daughter syndrome: becky hates being ignored. hates the silent treatment, hates the eye rolls and walking away from her. she can’t stand any of it. can certainly dish it out, but taking it is impossible. she’s well aware, however, of cody’s tendency to do all of her pet peeves when she’s upset with him. it’s like clock work, happens more often than she’d like to admit, and, more regularly than not. ❛ 𝐚 𝐬𝐡𝐫𝐮𝐠 𝐢𝐬 𝐧𝐨𝐭 𝐚 𝐜𝐨𝐧𝐯𝐞𝐫𝐬𝐚𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧 ! ❜ she can feel any semblance of keeping her composure slipping away, can feel her anger from a fight that she doesn’t know who started bowling over ―︎ it’s the farthest thing from ideal. ❛ 𝐬𝐨𝐦𝐞 𝐚𝐜𝐤𝐧𝐨𝐰𝐥𝐞𝐝𝐠𝐞𝐦𝐞𝐧𝐭 𝐚𝐬 𝐭𝐨 𝐰𝐡𝐲 𝐢'𝐦 𝐮𝐩𝐬𝐞𝐭 𝐰𝐨𝐮𝐥𝐝 𝐛𝐞 𝐧𝐢𝐜𝐞 ❜︎

"I expect more from you than the polite appearance of cooperation." — aew / wwe @biiigtime

“ i am doing more than that ” it’s like they’ve been through an argument just like this more times than cody can even remember now and yet he still doesn’t seem to learn. always walks into the same brick wall making the same old mistakes that only end up upsetting becky or worse — making her angry which boils down into possibly the worst silent treatment possible. “ i don’t know what else you expect me to do ” as always cody just takes offence rather than actually trying to figure out what she means or listens to her feelings

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me & my headache will be here today

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❛︎ 𝐢 𝐰𝐨𝐮𝐥𝐝𝐧'𝐭 𝐡𝐚𝐯𝐞 𝐬𝐚𝐢𝐝 𝐢𝐭 𝐢𝐟 𝐢 𝐝𝐢𝐝𝐧'𝐭 𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐤 𝐢𝐭 𝐰𝐚𝐬 𝐭𝐫𝐮𝐞, ❜︎ now feels like everything is on defense. like everything she’s said needs to be proved both true and positive … really, can’t remember a negative thing she’s said about him since they met. weird, not like her, but true. a hand snakes itself up, thumb lands on his cheek, remaining fingers rest on the back of his neck. ❛︎ 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐡𝐚𝐯𝐞 𝐦𝐲 𝐚𝐭𝐭𝐞𝐧𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧 𝐧𝐨𝐰, ❜︎ points out the obvious, but … maybe he needs that. needs to know that she’s here with him, even if she’s not with him. her reputation as his precedes her, just a bit. she doesn’t mind until she’s asked, doesn’t mind being approached by fewer people, or when he has his arm around her so everyone assumes what isn’t true. she doesn’t mind the assumptions. doesn’t mind it when they aren’t putting it on each other. she can be his girl, without being his girlfriend. can be his without a heart by her name or his name on a necklace. it’s the best of both worlds.

becky chooses not to think about the girls that he may or may not sleep with when she’s not there ―︎ has it in her mind that cody could have any of those girls, but chooses to spend almost all his nights with her. he chooses to sleep with her, to hold her afterwards, to walk her to class, and other couple things. she can go have something surface level with someone else ―︎ then go feel a little less dirty around cody. can get a cheap fuck with someone else that makes her feel a little less serious, then go feel more like herself than she has in a long time with someone she actually cares about. she can pretend he’s not with someone else when she is, then go see him like he’s the only person in the world. it’s a give and take, and a confusing one at that.

she knows she’s got him when he looks at her like that. when he bites his lip and gets a little closer, ❛︎ 𝐦𝐡𝐦, ❜︎ both affirms that she doesn’t want to hear about it and that, really, she should only hear her name out of his mouth, ❛︎ 𝐠𝐨𝐨𝐝, 𝐭𝐡𝐚𝐭’𝐬 𝐚𝐥𝐥 𝐢 𝐰𝐚𝐧𝐧𝐚 𝐡𝐞𝐚𝐫. ❜︎ eyes flicker down, runs her thumb over his bottom lip, eyes back up to his. decidedly, anyone who’s not them doesn’t matter right now.

becky leans her head to the side, leaves her neck more open to everything he wants. soft exhales into his ear, a kiss where she can get one. not surprised by what he’s doing in the slightest, they’re not official, but they’re possessive. possessive to the core. ❛︎ 𝐮𝐡 𝐡𝐮𝐡, ❜︎ struggles to get more words out, but tries, ❛︎ 𝐡𝐞’𝐬 𝐧𝐨𝐭―︎ 𝐰𝐚𝐬𝐧’𝐭 𝐠𝐨𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐭𝐨 𝐝𝐨 𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐰𝐢𝐭𝐡 𝐚𝐧𝐲𝐨𝐧𝐞 𝐛𝐮𝐭 𝐲𝐨𝐮 ❜︎

“ not a bad thing, huh? you didn’t seem so certain about that ” he doesn’t know why it hurt his feelings whenever he was the one that willingly acted that way , perhaps it was just the realisation of it all , knowing that he wasn’t all that subtle and only seemed to look like a dick while doing it. now it’s just a constant fear of seeming like he’s tripping up on himself , making those complicated feelings so easy to read. regardless. he’s quiet whenever he speaks , refraining from killing the mood too much or starting some sort of fight. he just wants to be with her, kiss her, touch her, have her attention over anyone else’s “ good ” the kiss is sweet. makes him smile to himself as he presses his lips to her neck in return “ i just. wanted you to pay attention to me , not trying to be a tough guy ” they make fun of people like that — the last thing he wants to do is act like someone he hates

cody cares so much more than he lets on, he claims not to care that she’s sleeping with anyone else, let alone just talking to them. he hates the thought of it, it makes him jealous wishing that he was in their position instead. went from not caring to thinking about her whenever he’s alone, hoping that she’s not out a party without him. yet it’s a spiral. one that he falls into and panics whenever he realises that there’s feelings involved, the exact ones that he claimed to not care about whenever they met. claimed that relationships were dumb. claimed that he couldn’t have a girlfriend and be committed. now he was the one burying his feelings in other people trying his best to convince her that he didn’t care. he thought that it would all scare becky away and he’d lose her for good. that and what they had was good. anyone would be insane to throw this away. they were friends, good friends at that. friends that had sex no feelings attached every night, ones that constantly woke up in the mornings together and walked to class.

“ yeah you don’t wanna hear about it? ” knowing that maybe she’d be jealous too gives him slight hope that he’s not the insane person here, maybe it’s not all one sided. “ you won’t, baby. all you’ll hear from my mouth is your name ” the kisses make him melt into her touch, biting his lip with that familiar smirk on it simply from knowing that he is on her mind and not some random guy from the party inside. it’s him.

it doesn’t take long to convince cody either , he’s easy when it comes to becky. slowly he begins to return the kisses, teeth nipping the skin on her neck, tongue running over a fresh mark. he’ll leave her covered in marks every chance that he gets — anything to leave a reminder to others that she’s his ; always will be “ see, hm? this is much better than what he’d give you ”

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wraps herself around him, drags fingertips over the skin of his chest, doesn’t dig in. becky’s trying her best to, for once, tread lightly. doesn’t like the way he seems to hesitate, but … brushes that aside for now. doesn’t think about it, or tries not to. buries her cheek a little further into his chest despite her efforts. ❛︎ 𝐨𝐤𝐚𝐲, ❜︎ and she’ll pretend that it doesn’t bother her; that the green eyed monster won’t come back to bite her in the ass later. she’ll pretend she’s not at least a little upset that renee is ( for all intents and purposes ) easier to settle down with, and if moxley wanted her instead, becky wouldn’t be surprised. a little crushed ? sure, but she’d understand. she thinks about asking more questions, inquisitive mind something she never really grew out of, but it would feel misplaced here ―︎ unnecessary, and selfishly, becky doesn’t want to ruin whatever moment might happen next. ❛︎ 𝐜𝐚𝐧 𝐰𝐞 𝐬𝐭𝐚𝐲 𝐥𝐢𝐤𝐞 𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐟𝐨𝐫 𝐚 𝐦𝐢𝐧𝐮𝐭𝐞 ? ❜ where she doesn’t have to think about labels or what they really are, why she feels this turning in her stomach now they’ve brought up the subject of exes, or why she can’t seem to be perfect for him, ❛︎ 𝐣𝐮𝐬𝐭 𝐟𝐨𝐫 𝐚 𝐥𝐢𝐭𝐭𝐥𝐞 𝐰𝐡𝐢𝐥𝐞, 𝐩𝐫𝐨𝐦𝐢𝐬𝐞 ❜︎

it’s   not   enough   to   eliminate   the   thought   completely.   not   enough   to   convince   him   fully   that   seth,   regardless   of   his   absence   and   mox’   presence,   no   longer   has   a   chance   with   her.   but   …   it   is   enough   for   now.   it   is   enough   for   the   moment   –   not   trying   to   cause   a   scene,   not   when   jealousy   has   turned   him   bitter   and   ugly   once   too   often   before.   even   jon   moxley   learns   from   past   mistakes   …   sometimes.   ❛   alright.   ❜   he   lets   it   go,   one   hand   coming   up   to   brush   over   the   stubble   on   his   head   (   he   needs   to   shave   soon   )   and   holds   her   just   a   little   bit   closer   at   the   proposed   question.   closer   because   shit–    hasn’t   he   just   felt   the   same   insecurity   ?   hasn’t   he   just   been   through   the   same   ?   ❛   uhm   …   ❜   hums   dumbly   but,   if   at   the   wrong   moment   so,   likes   the   feeling   of   her   head   leaned   up   against   his   vibrating   chest.   ❛   not   beyond   her   being   my   kid’s   mom.   ❜

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“Please don’t expect me to always be good and kind and loving. There are times when I will be cold and thoughtless and hard to understand.”

— Sylvia Plath

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it’s this kind of kiss that makes it so hard to forget him. they kiss like this and, all of a sudden, she remembers why she keeps coming back for more, and why she wishes they never quit this in the first place. more importantly, she remembers why no one compares to him. ❛ 𝐢 𝐤𝐧𝐨𝐰, ❜ but she’s not thinking about her friends. how could they even be a thought in her mind when she’s got him right in front of her ? nudges his knee over with her’s to stand between his legs. closer to him, something she’s wanted to do since she got here. since she saw him tonight, and since she saw him last. ❛︎ 𝐰𝐡𝐨'𝐬 𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐬 ? ❜︎ points over his shoulder to some bottle - blonde with her mouth hanging open in shock, but doesn’t turn her gaze away from his eyes. decides against causing a bigger scene than she already has.

cody knows she’s in the bar right now despite trying his very best to keep his eyes on his supposed date. he noticed becky the second he walked in here and like clockwork it was nothing but her on his mind all over again. he missed her — missed her in every single way possible and couldn’t stop thinking about how badly he wanted to kiss her all while he was sitting here trying to entertain someone else. the conversation was dry and boring, felt like a chore to even sit through which felt a little mean to think, but he was just being honest. nobody compared to becky. it took one second of her hand being on his thigh for cody to turn around, feed into her attention and that kiss. he was practically melting against her, lifting his hand up towards her cheek to pull her in closer and made no attempt at toning it down regardless to the amount of people that were around them “ your friends are going to kill you y’know ”

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she wouldn’t have heard it if they weren’t so close. if they didn’t insist on being one or two inches from each every time they possibly could. ❛︎ 𝐫𝐢𝐠𝐡𝐭, 𝐛𝐞𝐜𝐚𝐮𝐬𝐞 𝐭𝐡𝐚𝐭 𝐬𝐨𝐮𝐧𝐝𝐬 𝐥𝐢𝐤𝐞 𝐬𝐨𝐦𝐞𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐭𝐡𝐚𝐭 𝐰𝐨𝐮𝐥𝐝 𝐠𝐨 𝐨𝐯𝐞𝐫 𝐬𝐨 𝐰𝐞𝐥𝐥 ❜ she really shouldn’t be judging. shouldn’t be tempting fate like this. shouldn’t be all but shoving him into someone else’s arms. she’d be miserable if she heard about it. be just as angry as he is now, just as jealous, and just as possessive. it makes her feel horrible. like the biggest idiot on the planet because she can’t just leave it alone. she has to pick and pick and pick until it all unravels.

❛︎ 𝐮𝐡 𝐡𝐮𝐡 ? ❜︎ looks for something other than that, something else besides words lacking any real substance behind them. ❛︎ 𝐢𝐭’𝐬 𝐧𝐨𝐭 ... 𝐢𝐭’𝐬 𝐧𝐨𝐭 𝐚 𝐛𝐚𝐝 𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐠, ❜︎ fun and games until someone gets hurt, right ? fun and games until he’s sighing into her shoulder instead of kissing it. she squeezes his arm, kisses the spot below his ear. cares about his feelings a little too much. specifically, how she may have hurt them. ❛ 𝐢 𝐣𝐮𝐬𝐭 𝐦𝐞𝐚𝐧, 𝐢’𝐦 𝐧𝐨𝐭 𝐜𝐨𝐦𝐩𝐥𝐚𝐢𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠 ❜ ︎

he says he doesn’t care, but the tone says otherwise. she doesn’t want him not to care, that was the point of all this, wasn’t it ? and while she knows she shouldn’t care about any other girl … she does. realizes that, now, she’s going to have to keep a closer eye on everyone around her. everyone is now someone he might want instead of her. she tries to keep her cool, takes a deep breath that she wants to keep subtle, ͏b͏i͏t͏e͏s her lip. hard. ❛︎ 𝐢’𝐥𝐥 𝐤𝐞𝐞𝐩 𝐢𝐭 𝐭𝐨 𝐦𝐲𝐬𝐞𝐥𝐟, 𝐲𝐞𝐚𝐡 ? 𝐰𝐨𝐧’𝐭 𝐡𝐚𝐯𝐞 𝐭𝐨 𝐰𝐨𝐫𝐫𝐲 𝐚𝐛𝐨𝐮𝐭 𝐢𝐭 ❜︎ more to save herself from unwanted feelings than him, as much as she cared about his. ❛︎ 𝐜𝐚𝐧 𝐟𝐮𝐜𝐤 𝐚𝐧𝐲𝐨𝐧𝐞 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐰𝐚𝐧𝐭, 𝐛𝐮𝐭 𝐢 𝐝𝐨𝐧’𝐭 𝐰𝐚𝐧𝐭 𝐭𝐨 𝐡𝐞𝐚𝐫 𝐚𝐛𝐨𝐮𝐭 𝐢𝐭 ❜︎

❛︎ 𝐦𝐡𝐦, 𝐢'𝐦 𝐬𝐮𝐫𝐞, ❜︎ but he’s not even a thought in her mind anymore. chest to chest, with his hands hot on her skin. it’s more than she can ask for, right now, to have his hands on her and not someone else’s ―︎ someone she wouldn’t want more than him. presses kisses under his ear, against his jaw, maybe to try and convince him he doesn’t need anyone else.

“ maybe you should ” it’s spoken under a mumble, voice low like he doesn’t want her to hear. he hates that he feels like the only one that’s jealous here, makes it feel like he’s the type of guy he always makes fun of and laughs at. all caught up over a girl and for what? nothings ever going to come of it. he made it clear and she made it clear. getting jealous won’t fix a thing. “ whatever ”

now he’s avoiding eye contact, looking away with a sigh suddenly wishing that he never approached her inside. he knows that he should’ve just let her be to do whatever she wanted — even if it wasn’t him. it even felt embarrassing to hear how he acted, probably looking like a total jerk to both her and whoever she was with, grade a asshole. “ uh - huh ” cody feels too buried in his own embarrassment to even come up with some sort of snarky response. she’s got him, and she’s got him bad.

“ you think i don’t know that? i don’t care who you fuck when i’m not here ” all of this is starting to get a little too real for him. he doesn’t know why he cares so much and he hates that it bothers him to see her with someone else whenever he used to be so persistent that he never wanted this “ no. i don’t. unless you want me to start flirting with girls infront of you and keeping you updated on who i’m fucking ? i’d keep it to yourself ” cody never tells her anything like that — she doesn’t need to know who he’s with ( who he’s using to get over her ) but now? he’s got no problem playing games in return. seems better than sitting here in self pity over being a jealous friend

“ i’m sure he’ll be fine ” he speaks against her neck, the slightest tinge of aggressiveness to his tone because why does she care so much about how this other guy feels? it only makes him feel more possessive, hands slipping beneath her shirt as she sinks further down into his lap, gentle tugs between the two of them until their bodies are pressed together. his lips don’t leave her neck, kissing and biting until he’s certain there’s a mark left behind

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just slammed a monster, took a quiz i did not study for, chugged some water, took some dayquil, and now i’m going to work. all this to say — i should be on tonight :)

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I thought we were going to be individuals this year. I wanted to, Clare, but my ma wouldn’t let me. Derry Girls, s01e01

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❛︎ 𝐝𝐨 𝐰𝐡𝐚𝐭 ? 𝐩𝐨𝐢𝐧𝐭 𝐨𝐮𝐭 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐨𝐛𝐯𝐢𝐨𝐮𝐬 ? ❜︎ becky doesn’t like fights, either. refuses to fall into the same trap everyone and their mother seemed to fall into: taking things too seriously. she can feel that seriousness nipping at her heels, threatening to pull her under and make her … feel something. something other than simple lust. the spark of something special that she’s always sorta felt around him. since the first night. she wants him, she doesn’t want a boyfriend. it was as simple as that ! she could reason it to herself, she could delude herself to that. ❛︎ 𝐧𝐨, 𝐧𝐨, 𝐢’𝐥𝐥 𝐝𝐞𝐟𝐢𝐧𝐢𝐭𝐞𝐥𝐲 𝐚𝐬𝐤 𝐞𝐯𝐞𝐫𝐲 𝐭𝐢𝐦𝐞 𝐢 𝐰𝐚𝐧𝐭 𝐭𝐨 𝐟𝐮𝐜𝐤 𝐬𝐨𝐦𝐞𝐨𝐧𝐞 𝐞𝐥𝐬𝐞 ... 𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐢𝐬 𝐠𝐨𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐠𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐭, 𝐦𝐢𝐧𝐝 𝐢𝐟 𝐢 𝐜𝐚𝐥𝐥 𝐦𝐲 𝐟𝐫𝐢𝐞𝐧𝐝 𝐜𝐨𝐝𝐲 𝐭𝐨 𝐠𝐢𝐯𝐞 𝐮𝐬 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐠𝐨 𝐚𝐡𝐞𝐚𝐝 ? ❜︎ in reality, she’d feel the same way if he talked to someone else. right now, it’s easy to tease him. easy to act like she wouldn’t do the same damn thing.

❛ 𝐝𝐨𝐧’𝐭 𝐥𝐢𝐞 𝐭𝐨 𝐦𝐞, 𝐜𝐨𝐝𝐲 𝐫𝐡𝐨𝐝𝐞𝐬, ❜︎ stern voice with a joking tone that feels misplaced in all this. feels like maybe she should respect the severity of it all, but … can’t make herself do it. seriousness makes it real. and real is not something she’s interested in. ❛ 𝐲𝐨𝐮𝐫 𝐭𝐨𝐮𝐠𝐡 𝐠𝐮𝐲 𝐚𝐜𝐭, 𝐩𝐮𝐭 𝐲𝐨𝐮𝐫 𝐚𝐫𝐦 𝐚𝐫𝐨𝐮𝐧𝐝 𝐦𝐞 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐚𝐜𝐭 𝐚𝐥𝐥 ‘ 𝐭𝐨𝐮𝐜𝐡 𝐡𝐞𝐫 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐝𝐢𝐞, ’ 𝐢𝐭’𝐬 𝐰𝐡𝐚𝐭 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐝𝐨 𝐰𝐡𝐞𝐧 𝐲𝐨𝐮’𝐫𝐞 𝐣𝐞𝐚𝐥𝐨𝐮𝐬, 𝐨𝐫 𝐚𝐧𝐠𝐫𝐲, 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐬𝐨𝐦𝐞𝐭𝐢𝐦𝐞𝐬 𝐰𝐡𝐞𝐧 𝐲𝐨𝐮’𝐫𝐞 𝐭𝐮𝐫𝐧𝐞𝐝 𝐨𝐧 ❜ it’s slightly embarrassing to know him so well. better than anyone, she’d like to think ( she’d like to assume ) but friends knew each other, right ? this well ?

❛︎ 𝐧𝐨, 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐜𝐚𝐧’𝐭 ❜ ︎becky ignores the fact that it, once again, feels like he’s giving her permission to do something. permission to fuck someone else, no less. ❛︎ 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐰𝐚𝐧𝐧𝐚 𝐡𝐞𝐚𝐫 𝐚𝐛𝐨𝐮𝐭 𝐢𝐭 𝐰𝐡𝐞𝐧 𝐢 𝐝𝐨 ? ❜ she’ll probably take him up on it, not with the guy from tonight, but … someone else. anyone else who wasn’t him. someone who wasn’t worming their way into her heart and staying there. ❛ 𝐝𝐨𝐧'𝐭 𝐦𝐚𝐤𝐞 𝐢𝐭 𝐚 𝐜𝐨𝐦𝐩𝐞𝐭𝐢𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧, ❜ traces her fingers up from his arm to his neck, rest her hands there. uses this light grip to tug him in a little closer, so she’ll be able to feel his breathing on her neck when he stops. so her chest can touch his. so she can be a little further down on his lap. and maybe just so she can be a little closer to him. ❛︎ 𝐭𝐡𝐚𝐭’𝐬 𝐧𝐨𝐭 𝐯𝐞𝐫𝐲 𝐟𝐚𝐢𝐫 𝐭𝐨 𝐡𝐢𝐦, 𝐡𝐮𝐡 ? ❜︎

“ don’t do that ” cody hates whenever things begin to even get close to arguing, that’s part of the reason why he tries to avoid relationships at all costs — confrontation, fights, attitude — it’s all exhausting. “ you don’t need permission ” if anything it’s a reality check to cody, and not a nice one, reminds him that there’s a reason she feels this way and it’s because it’s a constant wheel of mixed signals. they belong to each other and then they don’t. he’s certain he doesn’t want to settle down and have a girlfriend yet knowing she’s sleeping with someone else drives him insane. he wants her attention all the time, hates whenever someone else makes a move on her, can’t even think straight when she’s not with him. at the end of it all cody can’t even tell if she feels the same way and he’s sure as hell not going to ask. that feels far too close to feelings.

“ no im not ” definitely was. judging her hard for even looking at someone else that wasn’t him. she doesn’t know it yet but whenever he speaks to other people it’s to try and get her off his mind. he’s so down right obsessed with this girl and fails to express it properly. he doesn’t really care about other girls anymore, talking to them doesn’t feel the same way that it used to. he should feel bad but he doesn’t. he’s only there to get a kick of attention and validation, forget about his feelings for a little while. “ tough guy act? ” he scoffs at that. despite knowing she’s right. part of cody really wouldn’t mind her getting all touchy and jealous — but god. there’s no other way to say it without being an even bigger hypocrite.

“ do whatever you want, i can’t control you ” it’s his own way of saying yes. hands slip back down to her waist, not shy of the way that he touches her so intimately. “ you can fuck whoever you want but when i’m here? i want your attention ” cody treads carefully, bordering between being obsessed and being a friend. he wants her too badly. if he’s not here and he can’t see it with his own eyes? so be it. that’s enough for him to push it away and act like it’s not actually happening “ if you really wanna flirt with him over me then that’s fine ” he kisses her jaw as he speaks, anything to ease the meaning of it all — make it feel better

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@br4wl said: ❝ i don’t like the way they keep staring at you. ❞

“  𝐬𝐨  𝐝𝐨𝐧'𝐭  𝐥𝐨𝐨𝐤  ”   seems  obvious  enough  to  becky,  who  hasn’t  looked  anyone’s  way  but  moxley’s  since  they  got  here.    hasn't  looked  away  from  him  long  enough  to  notice  anyone  looking  at  her,    innocently  or  otherwise.    but    ...    she  recognizes  that  tone  in  his  voice,    recognizes  the  gruff  annoyance  of  it  and  the  way  his  eyes  now  scan  over  the  crowd  of  people  near  them,  the  way  his  jaw  clenches  and  how  the  grip  he  has  on  her  hip   tightens  every  time  someone  new  looks  their  way.    she'd  be  lying  if  she  said  she  didn't  like  it.    how  he  wants  her,    even  when  he  has  her.    doesn't  want  to share  her,    even  when  she  won't  make  him.    it  feels  good  to  feel  needed.    it  feels  even  better  to  play  the  game.    the  one  no  one  really  loses.    smiles,    slightly,    not  enough  to  give  her  thought  process  away,    holds  onto  his  arm,    more  gentle  than  she  usually  does,    “  𝐮𝐧𝐥𝐞𝐬𝐬  𝐲𝐨𝐮'𝐫𝐞  𝐬𝐨  𝐣𝐞𝐚𝐥𝐨𝐮𝐬  𝐲𝐨𝐮  𝐜𝐚𝐧'𝐭  ”

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she's  not  thinking  about  anyone  else  at  this  party,    they  haven't  mattered  since  she  found  her  target  and  used  him.    feels  like  a  puppet  master,    but    ...    hasn't  felt  guilty  for  using  someone  once.    he'll  find  someone  else  to  sleep  with,    and  becky  will  be  right  here.    where  she  always  is.    catering  to  cody  and  their  strange  little  friendship  while  shoving  any  feelings  to  the  side.    feelings  don't  matter,    feelings  only  get  you  hurt,    and  they'd  both  been  very  clear  about  that  in  their  first  meeting.    so  why  did  it  feel  so  different,    now  ?    

“  𝐰𝐞𝐥𝐥  𝐭𝐡𝐚𝐧𝐤  𝐠𝐨𝐝  𝐢  𝐡𝐚𝐯𝐞  𝐲𝐨𝐮𝐫  𝐩𝐞𝐫𝐦𝐢𝐬𝐬𝐢𝐨𝐧,  𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐧  ”     she  responds  almost  immediately.   snappy.    becky’s  not  angry,    or  she’s  not  trying  to  be,   but  she  notes  the  ridiculousness  of  it  all.    she’s  not  his,    then  she  is.    he’s  not  hers,    then  he  is.   of  course,    it  can’t  be  easy.    maybe  she  shouldn’t  have  done  this,    tried  to  make  him  jealous  and,   in  turn,    treaded  across  the  line  of  what  ‘  casual  ’  really  means  too  recklessly. and  they’re  not  even  technically  casual. they’re  friends. friends  who  have  really,   really  good  sex  ―︎   often. should  it  be  so  easy  to  make  him  jealous  ?   should  it  be  so  easy  to  want  to  make  him  jealous  ?   his  hand  on  her  skin  is  another  issue.    another  thing  that  keeps  her  up  at  night. no  one  touches  her  like  that,   even  when  they’re  quick  fucks  to  pretend  she  doesn’t  care  about  him.      “  𝐲𝐨𝐮'𝐫𝐞  𝐣𝐮𝐝𝐠𝐢𝐧𝐠  𝐦𝐞,  ”    laughs  while  she  says  it,  eyes  still  focused  on  his  arm,  until  he  guides  her  face  to  look  at  his.    it’s  easier  to  make  eye  contact  with  him,    now,    when  she  can  say  he  made  her  do  it. despite  how  gentle,  maybe  comforting,    his  grip  is,    she  can  still  say  she  didn’t  want  to.    “  𝐣𝐮𝐝𝐠𝐢𝐧𝐠  𝐦𝐞  𝐟𝐨𝐫  𝐟𝐥𝐢𝐫𝐭𝐢𝐧𝐠  𝐢𝐬  𝐚𝐰𝐟𝐮𝐥𝐥𝐲  𝐛𝐨𝐥𝐝,    𝐣𝐮𝐬𝐭  𝐬𝐚𝐲𝐢𝐧𝐠 ”    not  that  she  was  hurt  by  him  speaking  with  other  people,    that  would  be  completely  and  utterly  hypocritical  of  her,    but  she  does  notice  it.    does  complain  to  her  friends  about  it,    does  think  about  it  when  she's  not  supposed  to.    “  𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐬  𝐦𝐞𝐚𝐧  𝐢  𝐠𝐞𝐭  𝐭𝐨  𝐚𝐜𝐭  𝐚𝐥𝐥  𝐭𝐨𝐮𝐜𝐡𝐲  𝐧𝐞𝐱𝐭  𝐭𝐢𝐦𝐞  𝐲𝐨𝐮  𝐭𝐚𝐥𝐤  𝐭𝐨  𝐬𝐨𝐦𝐞𝐨𝐧𝐞  𝐞𝐥𝐬𝐞  ?    𝐭𝐡𝐚𝐭'𝐬  𝐦𝐲  𝐯𝐞𝐫𝐬𝐢𝐨𝐧  𝐨𝐟  𝐲𝐨𝐮𝐫  𝐭𝐨𝐮𝐠𝐡  𝐠𝐮𝐲  𝐚𝐜𝐭  ”     it's  emotional  whiplash,    to  talk  about  someone  else,    even  hypothetical  someone  elses,    while  sitting  in  his  lap,    fingers  touching  skin.    something  becky's  never  minded,    up  to  this  point.    it'd  always  been  a  simple  part  of  their  dynamic,    a  staple  part  of  their  dynamic,    so  why  does  it  bother  her  now  ?    why  does  it  feel  so    ...    different,    when  it  should  feel  so  familiar  ?

he almost feels bad for appearing as annoyed as he feels deep down, she’s not his like that, probably never will be so why is he so worked up over some flirting whenever he claimed he never wanted a relationship in the first place? relationships were always the last thing that he wanted. the idea of being tied down seemed stupid whenever you could do whatever you wanted without someone bothering you. yet now? he was the one getting mad over it and it was a horrible feeling to have in his stomach because he didn’t even know why he was so annoyed

“ you are allowed to talk to other people, forget about it ” he backtracks a little, jaw still clenched and he’s being a whole lot more quiet now, responding to her with nothing but a nod of his head all because he knows he’s in the wrong. a sigh leaves his lips as his hand makes gentle traces against her waist, distracting himself with the feel of her skin. cody knows that he’ll still use other people to distract himself from her and all those feelings shoved so deep down that he refuses to come to terms with them. and at the exact same time he’ll try to be extra good to becky just so he’ll be the best in her eyes. if anyone else can’t compare to him then he’ll take it, regardless of who either of them are talking to at some dumb party they always seem to end the night together in his room

“ oh my bad ” there’s some sarcasm to it — he doesn’t feel bad in the slightest. didn’t seem like a nice guy anyway. cody lifts a hand up towards her chin with a gentle grip, just enough to move her gaze onto his face. “ look at me, baby ” the pet names will never leave whether they’re friends or not. it just fits her. he likes the way it sounds and the way her face looks whenever he says it.

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send  in  one  of  these  for  my  muse’s  reaction  to  … @br4wl said: [ submission ]   your muse letting mine take the lead and submitting to them.

his  hands  and  her's  are  all  over  each  other.    stripped  down  to  their  underwear as they stumble through the house and into the bedroom,    until his knees hit the bed frame. becky makes her move, sits on his lap and teases. like  she’s  teased  him  all  day,    all  through  dinner,    the  whole  drive  home.    made  him  needy  with  no  way  to  get  over  it,    no time for him to rub one out or get anything from her. just  for  this.    just  for  right  now.    for needy moans and desperate hands. presses  hips  down  against  him  where  thin  material  is  not  enough  to  hide  himself  from  her. she  gets  tired  of  it,    tired  of  the  need  and  the  lack  of  friction    ―︎    never  satisfied   ―︎    wants  more.    pushes  him  back  to  the  bed,    grasps  wrists  and,    without  breaking  the  kiss,    guides  his  arms  up  over  his  head.     “  𝐭𝐞𝐥𝐥  𝐦𝐞  𝐰𝐡𝐚𝐭  𝐲𝐨𝐮  𝐰𝐚𝐧𝐭,  ”    voice  is  low,    sultry,    feels  sexy,     as  she  kisses  down  his  jaw,    neck,    chest,    “  𝐚𝐧𝐝  𝐡𝐨𝐰  𝐛𝐚𝐝𝐥𝐲  𝐲𝐨𝐮  𝐰𝐚𝐧𝐭  𝐢𝐭  ”

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she  is  trying,    desperately,    and  almost  pathetically,    to  not  let  it  affect  her.    to  enjoy  her  evening,    a  less  than  common  free  evening,    with  someone  she  adores.    instead,    she's  dealt  with  some  bimbo  who  can't  keep  her  eyes  to  herself.    if  becky  were  younger,   perhaps  a  little  less  worried  about  how  it  may  look  to  prying  eyes,    she'd  give  said  girl  a  piece  of  her  mind.    maybe  she's  not  too  far  removed  from  her  younger  self.    she's  considering  standing  up,  considering   that  is,    until  aj,    like  he  always  seems  to,    cuts  through  the  chaos  running  through  her.   

@lonewulfs said: ❝ you know i’m yours, right ? i only have eyes for you. ❞

“  𝐦𝐡𝐦,    𝐢  𝐤𝐧𝐨𝐰  ”    doesn't  change  the  fact  that  some  girl  has  been  looking  at  him  all  night.    doesn't  change  the  fact  that  becky's  blood  is  boiling  with  red   -  hot  jealousy  that  she  can't  get  rid  of.    doesn't  change  the  fact  that  her  evening  is  all  but  ruined  by  something    (    and  someone    )    she  can't  control.    “  𝐲𝐨𝐮  𝐰𝐚𝐧𝐧𝐚  𝐠𝐞𝐭  𝐨𝐮𝐭  𝐨𝐟  𝐡𝐞𝐫𝐞   ?    𝐜𝐨𝐮𝐥𝐝  𝐮𝐬𝐞  𝐬𝐨𝐦𝐞  𝐟𝐫𝐞𝐬𝐡  𝐚𝐢𝐫  ”    and  to  get  him  away  from  this  girl.