#OC: Georgia

[random-writerings]

OC Halloween Challenge - Day One: Godly Parent

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Georgia // Hermes // Travellers, Speed, Messages

[seigephoenix]

Kinktober 2024: Knifeplay

A bit on the darker side of things this time. So if you have any issue with cutting or the like, please skip this Kinktober piece. Also I'm back on the plot bullshit train again. Plot left me alone for one Kinktober it seems.

As with my last Fallout 4 Kinktober. Georgia's story diverges from canon in that Nate survived. This delves into their past relationship.

Content Warning: knife play, cutting, descriptions of cutting skin, p in v, mentions of emotional abuse Length: 3.5k

Georgia kicked the barrel as she stormed into the settlement.  Another shitty encounter at Nuka World as she tried to negotiate a treaty with Nate’s stupid raiders.  She didn’t want all out war, no one wanted that.  It ended with casualties on both sides.  Nate’s words still stung and she fought the urge to pull her gun on him.  You don’t have the balls to go to war Georgia.  You didn’t back then and you certainly don’t now.  What do you know about fucking war?  Nothing.  Whatever she thought was still left of the old Nate was long gone.  He was a raider, plain and simple, and she’d have to make a decision about him soon.  She tossed her pack into the corner as she strode into her home, wishing she could just punch something.  Her anger rose high and was almost buzzing in her ears.  She still let her ex husband get to her, and she shouldn’t.  The words cut too deeply for her to ignore.  Georgia collapsed onto the couch, throwing her arm over her eyes as she thought back to her confrontation with Nate.  Nothing ever went right when it was between them it seemed.

“What’s the matter Georgia?  You too scared to come at us with your precious little Minutemen?  Yeah, I know you’re the one running that place.”  Nate sneered as Georgia stood in front of his “throne” in Nuka World.  Georgia clenched her fists as she watched him and the mocking way he saluted her.

“Nate, we don’t have to end this in violence.  Just stay the hell away from my settlements.  Hit up the Gunners, hit up the raiders, but leave my people alone,” she demanded as she pointed at him.  She noted the raiders that began to converge on their position.  “And tell your lackeys to back off or I’ll put a bullet in their brains.  You know I can do it without fucking looking too!”  Nate’s eyes narrowed but he waved the others off.

“Boss, who is this chick to you?  Normally you’d gut someone for talking like this.”  The man she’d heard Nate call Gage spoke to Nate from his side and Georgia’s lip curled in a sneer.

“This is my wife,” he said with a flourish of his hand.  “Not that I had much of a choice in marrying her.  My parents heavily hinted I’d be disinherited if I didn’t.  Signed up for the military and took off first chance I could though.  Could you imagine coming home to that every day?” Nate’s cruel laughter tore at her but she clenched her jaw and refused to retort.  He wanted a confrontation, he always did, and she never gave it to him.  She’d heard worse growing up and worse still from the other students at C.I.T.  The hillbilly, the hick, cold hearted bitch, etc.  The list went on and on with what she’d heard.

“Ex-wife,” she spat in return.  “No documents remain that back up our marriage so as far as I’m concerned, we are no longer married.”  Nate’s eyebrows shot up.  “Keep your men away from my settlements.  Otherwise you’ll find out just how much I know about fucking war.”  Georgia stood her ground when he ambled down the steps to where she stood.

“You’re soft.”

“And you didn’t wait a nanosecond to up and abandon your family.  Left Shaun in the hands of the bastard that kidnapped him.  Left me for dead!  I tore apart the fucking Commonwealth to find my son!  You just sat here on your ass getting piss drunk on shitty beer and telling yourself you can make something of yourself because of how much you fucking hate looking in the mirror!”  Georgia yelled in his face.

“Tore apart the Commonwealth?” Nate asked quietly and Georgia scoffed.

“I for sure wasn’t looking for you.  I wanted to find my son and find him I did.”  Georgia sneered at him as Nate gaped at her.  “It took half a year but I found Shaun.  I found my son.”

“Where is he?” Nate asked with a note of desperation in his voice.  Georgia leaned in until their noses were scant inches from each other.

“Fuck off.”  She spun on her heel and marched out.  Nate yelled for a raider to grab her but she put two bullets into the two that reached for her, dropping them where they stood.  She looked over her shoulder and pointed the gun at Nate, pulling the trigger.  A thin line of blood dripped down Nate’s face as he gaped at her.  “Come at me or mine and I’ll put the bullet in your skull next Nate.  Seems I’m not as soft as you think I am.”  She turned and stormed out of Nuka World leaving her ex-husband staring at her back in disbelief.

“Yo peaches.”  Georgia groaned as she heard Hancock’s voice above her.  “Another shitty encounter with the Nuka World raiders?” She nodded without moving her arm.  “He got under your skin again?  What’s eatin’ you?  There’s more than just him this time isn’t there?”

“Ugh, yes.  It isn’t anything I haven’t heard before but.” Georgia sat up startling Hancock to his feet.  “It’s a fucking big ass wound in me.  My Mama was the prettiest girl in the county growing up.  Won all sorts of pageants.  She went on to the big one when she was twenty.  Then she got pregnant with my brother and all those dreams burned to ash.” Georgia sighed and set her feet on the floor.  “She married my dad and had my brother.  He was a boy so they put pressure on him to succeed.  Daddy…  Daddy was from a less than scrupulous family.”  Georgia rubbed her eye as she brought up old memories.  Hancock skirted the couch and sat next to her as he listened.  He sensed she needed to get this off her chest so they could start healing the wound in her soul.  Though he kind of wanted to punch the people that put it there or stab if Georgia would let him.

“Daddy ran a chem manufacturing business.”  That got Hancock’s attention.  “When I was born, Mama decided that I was going to be the child beauty queen that she wasn’t.  Except, I turned out more like my Daddy than her.”  Hancock watched her hands move as that southern drawl got thicker as she spoke of her family.  He knew that meant she was getting more emotional.  Peaches rarely let the accent out unless she was around others, she was getting angry or worked up emotionally.  “In other words, I ain’t the prettiest girl at the party.  Which Mama hated.  She hated that all her dreams were dashed when my nose wasn’t perfect and my eyes spaced too far apart.  I got the blonde hair she wanted to badly, but it was straight as a pin.”  She chuckled as the memories of her mother came back.  “Daddy wouldn’t let me get plastic surgery so Mama had to watch her dreams go up in flames a second time.  So I tried to make myself useful.”

“Useful?   You’re smart as anyone I know peaches.”  Georgia scoffed and clasped her hands between her knees.

“My brother was smarter than any of those scientists down in the Institute.  Vault-Tec snapped him up right out of university and he moved out west.  Mama and Daddy stayed long enough to see me into college, then they shoved right off with him.  Leaving me in yankee territory and no support system.  Met Nate as I walked out of the registrar’s office.  He treated me to coffee and didn’t see me as a hillbilly bitch who probably fucked her way into the college.”  Hancock tightened his hand on the side of the couch as she spoke of her past.  She’d never opened up like this before, he wondered what happened to get her to crack.  “Nate introduced me to his family.  Remember I told you I didn’t want to divorce him because I’d lose his family.  Nate said the only reason he married me was because of his father.  He’d be disinherited.” Georgia shook her head.  “Had I known, I’d have never put in the patent on that machine.”

“Wait.  A patent?” Hancock asked and Georgia gave him a sardonic smile from where she sat.

“A manufacturing machine that streamlined the production in cars.  It saved on parts and the people getting injured.  Filed the patent and that’s when Nate formally asked me out.  If I hadn’t been so naïve I’d have seen it for what it was, but I was desperately searching for family.”  Georgia sighed.  “They treated me proper and were a blessing to me.  I was real family to them, but it meant being chained to Nate.”

“You also said he started off nice enough until he went to war.”

“That’s what I thought.  He’s told me differently.  Way to shatter everything I had held onto.”  She leaned her head back on a heavy sigh.  “What’d you drop by for Hancock?  Is Shaun bothering you again?”

“Naw, the kid’s fine.  I don’t mind him hanging around so long as he doesn’t get in the way.”  Georgia gave him a skeptical look.  He put his hand on his chest in mock outrage.  “I promise.  If the kid gets in my way, I’ll shoo him away.  But I did come here for a reason.”  He snaked his arm around her waist and pulled until she was plastered against him.  “You said you wanted to try something new right?”

“Wait, now?  I dunno, I’m not in the best mindset.” His fingers flexed against her side and she shuddered.  He was right there.  She did want to get lost but she wanted to make sure all she thought about was Hancock.

“This’ll help clear those dark thoughts from your mind.  Trust me peaches.” He brushed his hand against her cheek, tucking a few strands of hair behind her ear.

“What if Shaun comes in?” Hancock chuckled when his fingers trailed down from her cheeks over her chin, down until he spread his fingers between her breasts.

“He’s spending the night with Duncan.  MacCready made sure to flip me off when I dropped him off.”  Georgia let out a bark of laughter and he smiled down at her.

“I bet he did,” she said with a grin.

“We’ll go slow peaches.  Come on.”  He grabbed her hand as he headed towards her bedroom.  “Now go on and strip for me.”

“What?  Not gonna cut off my clothes?” Georgia grinned but her breath hitched when Hancock pushed her against the wall, his hand grasping her throat and tilting her face up to his.

“You said you like this vault suit.  If that’s changed, I’d love to cut it off and expose that pretty ass.”  Georgia’s breath stuttered out when his thumb pulled at her bottom lip before sliding down her throat to the zipper on her suit.

“Not.  Not my suit, but anything else is okay.”  He flashed her a wolfish grin before tugging the zipper down until he eased a hand inside to cup her breast.  He felt her moan against his shoulder as her hands clawed at his coat.

“Take it off peaches.”  She pulled and tugged until her vault suit puddled beside them.  Hancock groaned when his hand circled her throat again, he could feel how fast her heart raced against his palm.  “Good girl.”  He felt her swallow and knew she was soaking those cute panties of hers.  Instead, he ran the flat side of the blade against her thigh relishing the tremor in her.

Georgia gasped as the cool metal dragged against her heated skin.  She craved more, craved his touch.  Heat pooled between her legs as he pushed the end of the knife up against her clit, teasing the sensitive nub through the cloth as his teeth closed over the sensitive skin of her ear.  She just wanted more.  “What’s your safe word tonight?” Hancock asked when he eased the blade between her skin and the cotton of her underwear.  With a quick flick of his wrist, the cloth fell away from her hip.

“Fuck.”  He chuckled as he leaned in, keeping her throat firmly in his grasp.  Just enough to keep her still but she could still breathe easily.

“Now that’s not a proper safe word.  You’ll be screaming that at me later.”  He leaned in to bite her earlobe chuckling at her keening whine.  “How about stop.  Just say stop and I’ll end everything tonight.”

“Fine.  Fine.”  Georgia called out desperately as the spine of the knife dragged over the curve of her hip.  Following the small dip before falling away just over her desperate mound.  “Hancock,” she whined when he lifted the knife away from her skin.

“We’re going to try something a little different, a little bit more.  You good to go?” Georgia nodded and Hancock pressed down on her shirt with the knife.  She was stunned when the tip easily sliced the cotton in two.  She trembled under his touch when the tip grazed her skin, leaving a long thing trail of reddened skin behind in its wake.  Georgia swallowed as his hand tightened on her throat when the shirt parted easily, showing off mark left behind.

Hancock leaned in and his tongue trailed up over the mark.  Georgia’s head fell back against the wall at the burn left behind.  Her thighs clenched hard, arousal dripping from her with every inch he licked.  He pulled away ignoring her needy whimper before moving her to the bed.  “Now, lay down.  Ass up.”  Georgia nodded and eased out of the tatters of her shirt before stretching out on her stomach.

“Good girl,” he whispered leaning over her.  He eased himself onto the bed, straddling her thighs with one hand planted squarely on her lower back.  “Remember you just have to say stop.”  Georgia nodded and hissed when the tip scraped against her ass cheek.  Her fingers clawed the blanket at the euphoria burst between her legs.  The burning melted into pleasure-pain and she’d never be able to think clearly anymore.  Hancock eased the blade under the other side of her panties, twisting until the fabric fell away from the metal.  His fingers pulled until his hand squeezed the globe of her ass, hard.  Georgia whimpered desperately when his thumb pushed against her dripping folds.  “Not yet peaches,” he murmured despite her pleading.  “We’re not done yet.”

Georgia wanted to look over her shoulder but he wouldn’t let her.  A hiss escaped her when the blade slid up her back, just next to her spine.  Fire followed along with a flood of exhilaration.  Georgia moaned in desperate need as he eased the knife down the same path on the other side.  “Just seeing these on you makes me want to fuck you peaches.  Those are my marks on you.”  Her needy core clenched hard at his words, she wanted his cock inside of her.  “Now.  How fond are you of this bra o’yours?” Hancock hooked his finger in one of the straps, tugging lightly.

“Not.  Not at all.” She managed and groaned when the knife easily sliced the cotton away from her.  “Fuck Hancock.”  He leaned down over her, letting his cock rub against her ass.  She rocked her hips back against it, wanting to feel him in her.  Wanting him to fuck her until she couldn’t remember her fucking name.

“See?  Told you that’d be a bad safe word,” he whispered in her teeth before nipping sharply at it.  Georgia let out a keening cry when he pressed the edge of the blade against her shoulder.  “You ready for a little more?”

“Yes.  Yes please.” Georgia groaned when the edge of the knife cut a little more deeply.  The pain was sharp and burning, but his lips followed.  She felt like she was floating and all she could think about was Hancock.  His fingers were steady as they guided the knife down her back.  She felt the way the knife moved.  “What are you spelling?” Georgia asked in a haze.

“Making sure everyone knows you’re mine.”  His voice was hoarse and right there.  She rocked her hips against his.  “My initials are carved into your skin.”  His hand slid underneath her to cup her jaw, tilting her head back to the point of burning pain.  “You’re mine.”  She whimpered and agreed.  His teeth tugged on her bottom lip, teasing her until her fingers twisted in the sheets.  He leaned back and eased the flat of the blade over the reddened and raised marks on her back.  Georgia hissed but he felt her trembling.  She was getting off on this and he’d pay a million caps to see her like this again.

The knife pulled away as her back curved into her ass and he leaned back to admire his work.  He teased her with the flat of the blade before flipping it.  The knife cut quickly and cleanly right across the globes of her ass.  Georgia hissed out whimpering when the burning ebbed into a dull throbbing.  A throbbing that matched her clit’s aching rhythm.  Hancock eased his thumb over the shallow cut, relishing the wanton sound that came from her lips.

“Hancock, please.  Please fuck me,” she whined and reached back for him.

“One more thing peaches.  Then I’ll fuck you until all you remember is my name.”  Hancock saw her fingers twisting harder in the sheet and elation swelled inside.  He eased her onto her back, pausing to just look at her.  All those gorgeous blonde waves fell out of the sensible bun, spreading out around her like a halo, but he knew his peaches was far from heavenly.  She’d give the devil a run for his money.  Her breasts moved with each rapid breath she took.  Lips swollen from how much she’d been biting them and eyes glazed over focusing only on him.  He set the flat of the blade on top of her breast, easily sliding it over her skin admiring the freckles dotting her shoulders.  His eyes were engrossed with how her nipples pebbled as the flat of the blade ran over them.  Hancock twisted and her lips parted on a breathy moan when the edge sliced into the underside of her breast.  He couldn’t help but smirk as she responded to his touch.  He eased himself between her legs, pushing his knee against that greedy cunt of hers. 

“Well look at that.  You’re soaking my knee there, peaches.”  Her legs trembled at his voice, yet her hips still rocked against him desperately seeking the friction she needed.  Hancock set the knife aside before running his hands under her thighs, until he forced her legs wide for him.  “You ready for me to fuck you like you deserve?”

“Please.  Please.”  Anything else was beyond her.  Hancock freed his cock, letting it slap against her mound, teasing her until she whined for him to stop playing with her.  Her head fell back when his cock eased inside, agonizingly slow.  Georgia grabbed his forearms, almost clawing at him.  He rocked against her at a slow pace.  She rolled her hips against his seeking the contact she so desperately wanted.

“Use your words there Georgia.”  He hissed when her walls clamped down on his cock when he said her name.

“Please fuck me.  Hard.  Fast.  Just make me forget my own name Hancock.  Please,” she begged and he flashed a wicked grin before he gave her what she wanted.  He set a brutal pace, slamming his hips against hers as her moans filled the room.  He grabbed her hips, holding her in place as he gave her what she wanted.  He angled his hips to hit her clit with every thrust.  Her back bowed, fingers digging into his arms, and her lips parted on a soft scream.

Georgia couldn’t stop the scream as the orgasm crashed through her.  No slow glide but harsh crash.  As a tsunami hit the beach.  Georgia whined when she felt his cock twitching inside of her.  He kept his weight on his arms as he leaned over her, keeping them pressed tightly together as her body still trembled beneath him.

“Hmm.” Hancock eased his mouth over her temple in a comforting gesture.  He reached for the stimpak on the table and gave her a dose to help heal the knife wounds.  Hancock slid to the side and ran a hand over the front of her body.  “You feelin’ okay?”

“A little sore,” she admitted while turning to face him.  “Probably going to soak it off later.”  Hancock grasped her chin to tilt her face.

“Honest?”

“Honest.  That was incredible Hancock.  Thank you.” Georgia admitted with a soft smile.  He nodded and pulled off his coat.  Georgia’s fingers closed into her fist at the sudden loss of him.  She turned over to face away, she couldn’t watch him leave.  Surprise flitted through her when he curled around her back, draping one arm over her waist.  “Hancock?”

“Go to sleep peaches.  I’ll be here to chase any nightmares away,” he said smiling against her shoulder as she thanked him.

[brainrottr]

BRAINROT.. like, ACTUAL brainrot. an original creepypasta story comingggg nevvvverrr?? maybe?? idk, I have other projects to focus on hence my main ig account handles at the end, but here’s my staple 💌

[katemartinismywife]

i'm here - g.a

☺︎ georgia amoore ☺︎

She's down. Georgia immediately stood up when Jordyn took too long to get up. "Georgia she's okay" Gabby tried pulling her to sit back down, but Georgia had already hopped over the fence and onto the field.

Coach Chugger saw Georgia stopping her from running onto the field. "Let them get her off Georgia. You can go with her, but stay here" He warned her running off to Jordyn.

"I can't feel my leg.. I can't-" Jordyn cried holding on as Coach Kopp carried her off the field and into the locker room. Georgia followed them walking right on his heels.

"Where's Georgia?" Jordyn cried gripping the table and wincing as the pain started to kick in. "I'm right here love, you're gonna be okay" Georgia wiped Jordyn's tears and kissed her hands.

"I can't be hurt Georgia... season just started"

"I know baby"

"Jordyn they are going to take you to the hospital okay"

"Can you come with me please?" Jordyn sloppily let out choking on her tears. "Of course baby, I'm not going anywhere" Georgia pushed her body into Jordyn's hugging her upper half. Their bodies shook as Jordyn let her tears out.

"Let it out love" Georgia quickly wiped her tears making sure there was someone who was strong in the moment. Georgia was so scared for Jordyn. This was supposed to be her year, but here she is senior year crying in the training room.

The ride in the ambulance was quiet. Jordyn was all cried out and just looked out the back windows of the ambulance every so often squeezing Georgia's hand.

The doctors got her a room set up and began diagnosing her injury. "Bad news and good news" The doctor walked in placing her clipboard onto her bed. "Bad news is you tore your meniscus and acl. You will be out for the rest of the season" Georgia looked over at her girlfriend who was holding back tears.

"Good news is you will hopefully be back before the next season, but only if you do your rehab"

Jordyn could no longer hold back her tears and let them all slip. Georgia thanked the doctor and began comforting her girlfriend. "I worked so hard for nothing"

"It wasn't for nothing baby..look at me" Georgia sat on the spinning stool and reached for her girlfriend's hand. "You are Jordyn Moore, the soccer phenomenon. This is just a big bump in the road and you will get through this. You are not alone. I will be with you for however long you need me to be." Georgia wiped Jordyn's tears.

"Stop crying love..I'm right here"

"I'm here baby"

[pmpknsoup]

i forgot i can post my ocs whenever i want omg

[thegeorgiatennantblog]

Oh my god I love this!

(for reference: Anna's baking post)

[askgermanyhetalia]

[I'm currently in Georgia, so have some facts about German-Georgian relations]

German-Georgian relations refer to diplomatic, economic and cultural ties between Germany and Georgia, which have been developing for several centuries. Germany declared the independence of the Georgian Democratic Republic after World War I and was one of the first countries to recognize the newly formed state in 1918, making it a protectorate of the German Empire. Bilateral relations were interrupted due to the forced annexation of Georgia to the Soviet Union in 1922, but were restored on April 13, 1992 after the collapse of the USSR. Georgia has an embassy in Berlin, and Germany has an embassy in Tbilisi.

My personal design for 1p! and 2p! Georgia(old sketches and new)

[house-of-mirrors]

YES

>:)

Watch out Judgements here I come

[omkdear]

Welp, been working on this for weeks now and finally going to post so I can move on without the other five iterations I've also drawn/painted of the concept. Just trying to get more art and fanfic posted before the show drops since I've only been working on almost a decade now lol Special shout out to @happyhappysparkle and @gwilin-stay-winnin who beta'ed my writing and gave me input for my art and have supported me through finding my writer and artists voice again <3 Please do not repost without my explicit permission, ty!

[keeperesque]

dad fucked up & swapped our genders but its ok we swapped back

idea courtesy of @nokmietarchive

[seigephoenix]

Kinktober 2024: Drunk/High Sex

So it's high sex instead. Same difference though.

Ship: Hancock x Sole Survivor (Georgia) Content Warning: fingering, dubcon (only because drugs are involved), p in v, rough sex, biting, mentions of cheating (past), toxic marriage (past) Length: 3.2k

Georgia collapsed onto the couch in her home, breathing in while letting the stress finally melt away from that disastrous meeting.  She curled her arms around the pillow and tried to block out the entire thing from her head.  She just wanted to forget, but Nate’s words in her mind made that impossible.  They were both so nasty to each other, she kept thinking about their first meeting.  Things had been so good between them before Nate had to go to war.  Georgia knew that he’d changed, everyone was changed when they came back.  She hadn’t quite understood until she was in the thick of things here in the Commonwealth.  She fully understood what kind of things Nate had faced back then, and why he’d pulled away from her.

“Mama?” Georgia looked up as the synth Shaun came through the door and knelt beside her.  He wasn’t her Shaun, but she couldn’t just leave him down in the Institution either.  Her Shaun had tried to leave him as penance for everything he’d done.  Nothing would erase what happened, what the Institute had done, but this Shaun was blameless in it all.  Georgia had never been able to punish a child like that, and so he came to live with her.  She’d grown to be so fond of him already, he was a bright boy.  To everyone else, he was her son.  Georgia would take the secret with her to the grave.  Father had assured her in a holotape left behind that Shaun would grow as a normal child and grow into a man eventually.  Georgia wished things were different, but wishing never did anything.

“Yes baby?” She reached out and ran a hand over his bangs, smiling as they bounced right back.  His hair was the same shade as her own, but his eyes were all Nate.

“Are you alright?”  Georgia’s breath caught as her emotions threatened to spill over but she bit it back.

“Yeah, just had a rough day.  That’s all.  I promise,” she said with a reassuring smile but her son wasn’t buying it at all.

“Do you want me to get Hancock or Mr. Garvey?”  Georgia chuckled and shook her head.  She promised Shaun she’d be okay as soon as she could get some sleep.  “If, you’re sure?” Georgia nodded and ruffled his hair.

“Such wise words from a pipsqueak.”

“Hey!  I’m almost as tall as you now!” Shaun protested as Georgia chuckled.  He stood and looked down at her.  “I asked if I could stay with Duncan, his Dad said okay.  Is it okay with you?”  Georgia snickered at the thought of MacCready having to monitor a sleepover with his son and hers.  Just the thought was enough to amuse her as she knew he’d be either a good influence or a terrible one.

“That’s fine with me.  MacCready won’t let anything happen to you boys.  Don’t torment the poor man, alright?” Shaun agreed and with a salute he ran off towards MacCready’s small home in the settlement.  Georgia turned her face back into the pillow and sighed heavily.  She heard the door open and didn’t bother looking up.

“I’m not going to check on any settlements today.  I just want to be alone,” she said to whoever was standing beside the couch.  “If you are here to kill me, get in fucking line.”

“Well now, that is a mighty tempting offer there darlin’, but I’m not here to kill you.”  Georgia turned her head to the side and huffed as she saw Hancock standing there.  “If looks could kill, I’d be a dead man right now.”  She shifted until she was sitting and he wasted no time taking up that space.

“I’m not going to be good company right now Hancock.  Please.”  Georgia sighed as he blew out the cigarette smoke, she watched it dissipate in the evening air of her home.  “I had a shit day.  Week actually,” Georgia said as she pressed the heel of her hand against her eye as if that would erase the toxic shit Nate had said to her.  She liked to think her parting words had left him speechless before she’d come back to the Commonwealth from Nuka-World.  If your raiders think of touching my settlements, I’ll tear your whole operation apart.  Georgia looked over at Hancock when he offered her the bottle.  She accepted and brushed her thumb over the label.

“Daytripper?  Tryin’ to say something Hancock?” Georgia asked as she looked at him.  She was no stranger to chems, hell her family business back in the day was all about less than legal distribution.  She’d helped manufacture more than a few of these types of drugs, though her father was more particular towards Jet.  Hallucinogens were common enough in the college dorm she’d stayed in.  All those overworked and overburdened students expected to take over their family’s businesses loved to take them and get lost in their own minds.  “You know I don’t use chems, it’s been a sticking point between us.”  Georgia handed him the jar back but she was sorely tempted.  It would be nice to let go and not worry about Nate, the Commonwealth, or anything else for just a night.

“Why not?  You got enough burdens, might be nice to let loose for a night.  I’ll keep an eye on you too, being the upstanding citizen that I am.”  Georgia scoffed as she accepted the bottle from him again.  “What your husband said back there…”

“Ex-husband.  Nate and I aren’t married anymore.  Any document supporting it has long since eroded away from radiation damage or time.  Just like our fucking marriage.”  Georgia didn’t hide the bitterness from Hancock.  He needed to know how she truly felt about her ex-husband.  Once there’d been gentle and sweet love between them, and Georgia would admit to herself she missed that time in her life.  A life she’d felt accepted and loved for who she was and not what she could do for people.  She missed her in laws fiercely, Nate’s parents had been fucking amazing to her.

“Still, there’s a lot to untangle there ain’t it?” Georgia sighed and tapped out two of the pills.  She eyed them carefully before popping them in and swallowing before she could think better of it.  If she remembered right, it would take around half an hour for the pills to kick in and she’d be as high as a fucking kite.

“Too much.  I’m not in the mood to go picking around my inner feelings right now anyway.  It’s bad enough what happened with the Institute, but now I gotta find out my ex-husband is alive?  That he just up and fucking abandoned me and our son.”  Georgia clenched her jaw against the bile that rose up in the back of her throat.  Hancock took a long drag of his cigarette as she struggled to find the words to explain just how much rage she had locked up inside of her.  “I did it all.  I gave birth to Shaun by myself while he was off fucking one of the barracks bunnies.  Took him home only to have Nate immediately go to a gentleman’s club with his friends.  While I’m there, taking care of a newborn and still fucking bleeding.  His parents bought us a house in the suburbs because that’s what you fucking did.  White picket fence, popped out babies, and had your robot butler make dinner for your family.  You ignored all the blisters, wounds, and toxic piled up between you.”  Georgia leaned her head back against the couch.  “Divorce wasn’t unheard of, but I had too much riding on my marriage to Nate.”

“What do you mean?  You can take care of yourself just fine,” Hancock said and Georgia gave a bitter laugh.

“Here?  Yeah, I can.  Back then?  Divorced women were considered lower than low.  Spoiled goods.  My family didn’t want nothing to do with me as soon as I went off to C.I.T.  They had my precious brother to take care o’them.  Nate’s parents…  The world didn’t deserve such good people in it.  Genuinely good.”  Georgia scrubbed a hand over her face and felt the drug starting to kick in.  “You think I’m a decent person?” Hancock nodded and put out his cigarette before tossing the butt in the trash.  “They were fucking saints compared to me.  I couldn’t divorce Nate.  I didn’t want to lose them if I’m honest.  So, we lived together and had Shaun.  God, it was a fucking mistake.  I love my son; I mean look at what I did to find him.”  Hancock let out a dark chuckle at the reminder of how she tore the Commonwealth to shreds finding her son.  “He’s the only good thing to come out of that marriage,” she said.

Georgia glanced towards him when his fingers tucked some of her hair behind her ear.  “I told you, I’m not good company tonight.”  Her eyes moved back to that same spot on the floor she’d been staring at since she sat up.  “I never am when it comes to my ex.”  She took a deep breath before letting it out and hoping the drug would kick in faster.  She just wanted to forget all about that jackass.  To her surprise, Hancock’s fingers grasped her chin, turning her face towards him.

“Never worry about sharing your burdens with me peaches,” he murmured leaning in and nibbling at the outer shell of her ear.  Georgia’s lips parted on a quiet sigh when his hand brushed across the front of her vault suit.  She whined when his fingers tugged at the zipper, slowly revealing her skin inch by slow inch.  “Not wearing anything underneath?”  Hancock eased the suit from her shoulders, pulling until it piled at her waist.

Georgia groaned as the chem began to work its magic.  All the anger melted away under a euphoric cloud and all she wanted was to be fucked until she couldn’t remember her own name.  “Oh, I plan on it peaches.”  Georgia groaned as she realized she’d said it out loud.  She whined when he stood only to tug his own coat off, tossing it over the small table she kept by the door.  His hands returned to her hips, pulling, and tugging until her vault suit was tossed next to his coat.  Her hands reached for him but he knocked them away.

“Hey,” she whined when he stroked the inside of her thighs, pushing her legs wider until he could settle between them.  “Hancock.”  He shuddered and merely stroked his thumbs just on the sides of her panties.

“You know I love it when you say my name like that.  Like molasses dripping off a candy.”  She groaned when his thumb pushed under the fabric, tormenting her with whisper soft caresses.  “The way your voice goes soft when I touch you right here.”  He pushed against her clit and a soft moan filled the room.  Hancock leaned in and his teeth tugged at her nipple through the sheer fabric covering it. 

“I haven’t showered yet.  Don’t.” Georgia tried to push his head away.  Heat burst low in her belly when he gathered her wrists together, holding them in one of his hands.

“Do I look like a man that cares?”  Georgia stared down at him before heat flushed her face and she turned away from those heated eyes of his.  “Just relax.  Let me take care of whatever you need,” he murmured against her stomach when he moved down to the sensitive skin.  His teeth nipped her trembling stomach, leaving behind a mark.  He smirked when she whined at him.

That sound she made had him hard, it was so needy.  This was not a woman who left herself vulnerable or admitted to needing anything.  She was only this soft when you broke through that tough as steel exterior.  He’d never get tired of hearing her voice crack when he brought her to an orgasm.  It was as euphoric as that first huff of Jet to him.  Hancock grinned against her stomach while his free hand cupped her.  He wanted to groan; her panties were soaked.  He could feel just how badly she wanted him.  Hancock wanted to smash her ex’s head against a wall for doing this to her.

“Hancock,” she murmured as he pulled her underwear off, lifting her hips to help him just a bit.  He let go of her hands to lift her leg over his shoulder.  His teeth left a mark on that smooth skin, something only he’d see.  A reminder that he was here with her, and he’d never make her feel shitty about herself.  Georgia’s head fell back and he knew the drug had kicked in for her.  She’d lost that reserve that she always kept up.  As if she was worried, he’d say something to her.  Always eager to please him, but now it was his turn.  He was going to have her screaming his name, and then he’d fuck her until her legs didn’t work properly.

Hancock leaned in until she reached out to stop him.  “Not tonight.”  He knocked her hands away and his tongue flattened against her clit.  He groaned at how her thighs squeezed his head.  Her head fell back and that wealth of blonde hair came tumbling out of its sensible bun.  He’d been amazed the first time he’d seen her hair; she kept it long despite everything.  The golden locks spilled over her shoulders, curling around her nipples through the bra.  Her face was flushed, eyes glazed over, and that blonde hair framing her face.  It painted the picture of one of those ancient goddesses he’d read about on old terminals.  She was a goddess and he was going to worship her.

“Hancock.  Wait.” Georgia whined as his tongue dipped inside her while his thumb massaged her clit.  She didn’t know if it was the rough texture of his thumb or the way he didn’t let her think, but she found herself curling around his head.  “I’m.”  She couldn’t even get out the word before the tension snapped.  Her back bowed and she dug her fingers into his shoulders.

“There we go peaches.  Come all over my fingers.”  Hancock chuckled as her body tightened even more when he slid two fingers inside to ease her through the climax while his tongue brought her up over that peak.  Her legs went limp around him and he leaned back.  His cock strained against his pants at the sight of her.  Hancock grinned and rose to his feet, sitting down beside her on the couch.  He was happy that she came and her mind was too blissed out to think about anything else, combined with the daytripper she was going to sleep well that night.

To his shock, she turned to face him before climbing onto his lap.  “Whoa,” he said before grabbing her hips.  Georgia glared at him before grinding her hips down on his cock.  His head fell back and he bit off a curse.  “Fuck.”

“We’re not done Hancock,” she said while her fingers fumbled with the front of his pants.  She had his cock free and her fingers closed around the base before stroking him.  “Not by a long shot.”  She flashed him a wicked grin and any resistance melted away.

“Then do what you want to me peaches,” he whispered in her ear.  He hissed when her body sank down on his cock.  Her arms draped over his shoulders as her hips slowly rolled against his.  She hooked her feet over his thighs as she kept a leisurely pace.  Frustration began to gnaw at his insides, she wasn’t going fast enough for him.  His fingers tangled in that long, luscious hair of hers and pulled her head back.  His teeth latched onto the sensitive skin and he felt her squeeze his cock in response.

Georgia didn’t think of anything except him.  Her mind was full of how she felt, how his cock felt inside her, and the orgasm that was slowly flaming back to life inside her body.  His teeth tightened that little coil of heat and she moaned his name.  The pleasure was hazy hot, like a July evening, and she wanted more.  She squirmed on his lap, trying to find the friction she wanted.

“You want me to fuck you like you deserve, Georgia?”  That voice growled in her ear and she nodded, already losing her mind to the heat inside of her body.  “Fine.  Don’t come crying to me when you can’t walk tomorrow.”  She yelped when he stood, grasping her thighs and then slammed her back against the wall.  She hissed out at the flash of pain but her walls clenched hard around his cock.  “Like that do you?  My little hellcat.”  His hips slammed against hers, dragging against her clit with each brutal thrust.  Georgia’s cries bounced off the wall, but the blazing pleasure left nothing in her mind except chasing that orgasm again.  Her nails dragged over his shirt, digging into the skin of his back.

She crossed her ankles behind him, meeting him thrust for brutal thrust.  The scrape of the wall against her back heightened the pleasure and sensations running through her body.  Heat tightened between her legs into a frustrating level, she needed something.  Georgia buried her face against his shoulder as her body strained for release.  Hancock chuckled at how she silently begged him for more.  “You gonna come for me?  Like a good girl?”

“Want to.” She groaned as he adjusted the angle of his hips, hitting that spot inside her that had pleasure bursting low and hot between her legs.  Liquid fire.  She clenched her jaw and struggled to get just the right angle, and he adjusted his grip when she found it.  “Please.”

“Alright.  You let me do it for you then,” he said and brought them back to the couch.  Her back hit the cushions and he leaned down over her.  He reached between them and massaged her clit in time with his thrusts.  Her head snapped back at the violent crash of heat through her body.  She cried out his name with each wave of pleasure throbbing through her body, until his name was a song to her pleasure.

Hancock pulled out and spilled himself in the towel next to the couch, he wasn’t gonna let her deal with the aftermath of that.  Georgia was blissed out underneath him and he had to grin at it.  Soft, pliant, fucked out, and not thinking of a damn thing except him.  He could get used to seeing her like that, but she wasn’t going to like sleeping on that couch all night.  “Come on peaches, let’s get you into bed.”  Hancock chuckled as she sat up but was wobbly when she finally stood on her feet.  He easily scooped her up, ignoring the faint protests from her lips, and took her into her bedroom.  “Go sleep that daytripper off.”  He settled her on the bed and pulled the cover over her.

“Stay.” Georgia grabbed his arm and he was sorely tempted.  “Please.”

“For you?  Anything.”  He sighed and knew from the beginning he’d never tell her no.  Not when she asked in such a sweetened honeyed voice.  He eased into the bed behind her and she turned and curled up against his chest.  He wasn’t sure if the daytripper made her cuddlier or if it was the trauma from the day.  Either way, he’d keep her safe while she slept.  Nothing would hurt her as long as he was around.

[brainrottr]

Since jeff doesn’t have any eyelids does he wear a night mask to sleep or are they wide open at night

Jeff does have eyelids but they dont function as they should. The most he could do is squint LOL

[nastasya--filippovna]

took a day off from excruciating studies and did some quick studies of my ocs

I know they're awful and they look nothing like themselves but if you know how bad I am at digital art you'd say this was a real step up (I'm much much better at traditional art)

Sylvia (I used that picture of Billie Piper from city of tiny lights as a pose reference)

Raven

More Sylvia

And the one I'm really proud of (click for better quality and flip your phone around 😜)

[blackmetalsnake]

Agent Bishop and George for @omkdear 🍑

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[maccreadysbaby]

Project: Killcode

batfamily + oc insert

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wanna read more? here’s the table of contents!

want to read the first fic in the hundred days series so you understand what’s going on here? here it is!

aha…. ha… ha… they’re not okay

part thirty

❝ HYPOCRISY ❞

SUNDAY — JULY 29 — 5:11AM

WHEN BENTLEY OPENED HIS EYES ON SUNDAY MORNING, IT WAS REALLY BRIGHT IN HIS BEDROOM. And warm. And the ceiling was really… orange? And weeping willow-y? And his bed didn’t feel like a bed at all?

With a sudden gasp, he sat bolt upright, panic and adrenaline flooding his veins like gasoline and sending a wave of volatile dread seeping through his entire body. His eyes flicked to the golden sunrise, to the fountain, to the grass he was sitting on, to the trees above him, to the building he was supposed to be in, to the Chloe that was laying on the ground next to him.

There was no way he had…

Chloe startled awake at his outburst, her face twisting up in confusion, eyes flicking around just like his had before she shot directly onto her feet. “Oh shit!”

Bentley pushed himself off of the grass, his heartbeat pounding in his ears. “Oh my God.”

It wasn’t super late in the morning, at least, judging by the dim sunrise. He dug his phone out of his pocket in a panic and, squinting into it, he was extremely relieved to see that he had no texts. It was 5:13am.

Asten was so back at the dorm already.

How had they managed to fall asleep out there? He couldn’t even seem to fathom deciding to sleep on the ground when he wasn’t even supposed to be outside in the first place. All he’d been thinking about the previous night was Chloe and how stressed out her breakdown was making him. He never once thought about going to sleep. And yeah, he’d been pretty tired, but… sleeping there hadn’t even been an option in his mind, yet somehow, he… they…

“How the hell did we fall asleep?!” She half-shouted, whipping her phone out of her pocket and cringing at the screen. “My roommates all knew I was coming out here to meet you! They’re gonna think we slept together!”

Bentley ran an anxious hand through his hair, glancing at her in confusion. “…Didn’t we?”

Chloe looked at him with this absolutely gobsmacked, absolutely appalled look on her face, before she seemed to realize… something. “I’m not even going to begin to explain that to you.”

Bentley had no idea what she was talking about.

“God, I… I’m so sorry, Bentley, I didn’t mean…” Chloe scrolled through something on her phone, her cheeks flushing red, cringe deepening. “I’m so sorry!”

“It’s… okay,” He replied, though the fact that he was practically already vibrating from anxiety proved otherwise. He was so dead. Asten was literally going to murder him.

“It’s so not okay! Can you even imagine the rumors that’re going to spread if I don’t shut them up fast enough?!” She basically yelled, tugging at her sort of messed up ponytail. “No, no, no. This is so not how this was supposed to go.”

Did she mean that everyone would think they, like, kissed? Or something? What did that have to do with sleeping next to each other? 

When Bentley said nothing, but looked back down at his shoes, she continued: “Your roommates went to that party, right? There’s still a chance they’re not back yet — you should go, now. This is such a disaster…”

“Last time they came back before sunrise…” He trailed off.

“Shit. I’m so sorry, Bentley, I didn’t… and… God,” She ran a hand over her face. “Okay. It’s fine. It’s fine. It’s all going to be fine.”

Bentley didn’t say anything just kinda… stood, thinking about how much Asten was going to kill him.

“Hey,” Chloe’s hands were suddenly on his shoulders, and he locked eyes with her, brown on brown. “It’s gonna be fine, just go now before anyone sees. And… and don’t sleep with anyone till you’re married!”

Bentley didn’t say anything to that (because didn't they just sleep together?!), but he did get out of his own head enough to comprehend that he needed to go back to his dorm. Like, yesterday.

So, without a word, he turned, and he went.

He was about halfway there when he realized he didn’t have his keycard.

Which meant someone would have to let him in.

“Shit,” He groaned as he came out of the stairwell on their floor, the sixth floor. He took a quick glance both directions down the long, wainscoted hallway, and when it came back empty, he quietly moved toward their door and whipped his phone out of his pocket.

He tapped on one of his very first contacts. It rang… and it rang…

“Bentley?”

Bentley sighed heavily, running a hand over his face. “Hey, Bell… I need you to let me into the dorm without waking anybody up.”

He heard Bellamy exhale. “That won’t be hard. I’m the only one here.”

Bentley creased his brow as he walked up to their room. “What? I’m at the door.”

Hardly a half-second after he spoke, the call ended, the lock clicked, and the door opened. Bellamy was standing on the other side — his hair was sort of messed up, and his big brown eyes were dull and sleepy. He was wearing some blue pajamas that reminded Bentley of the sailboat ones he used to wear.

“Sorry, Bell, I didn’t mean to wake you up,” He cringed as he stepped through the door, kicking it closed behind him. 

“S’ okay. I don’t sleep much anyways,” Bellamy replied quietly, shoving his phone in the pocket of his pajama pants. Bentley glanced around the dorm, his gaze landing on all four of the bedroom doors that were just… sitting wide open.

“Where’s Varian? I thought he didn’t go to the party,”

Bellamy shrugged, walking over to the living area and plopping down on one of the couches. “I don’t know. Did you go to the party with them? I thought you were here all night…”

“I’m sorry, I would’ve stayed if I’d have known you’d be by yourself,” Bentley cringed (He was really good at this stuff, wasn’t he?) “But no, I didn’t go to the party — I had to talk to someone.”

Bellamy creased his brow at him. “All night?”

“I fell asleep on accident,” He replied, making his way over to the couch and plopping down next to him. “After I saw what happened to everyone last time they partied, I decided it wasn’t for me.”

Bellamy didn’t say anything, but just kinda looked down at his hands and fiddled with his pajama sleeves. Bentley could hear the little machines whirring beneath them.

“What’s wrong?” He questioned. Bellamy glanced back up at him, looking sort of surprised, but quickly looked back down.

“Nothing,” He muttered.

“Bell…”

“It’s okay, really. I don’t want you to feel bad…” He trailed off, and Bentley sat up a little straighter, turning toward him slightly.

“Feel bad for what?”

“I…” Bellamy started quietly, glancing at Bentley then down at his hands again, tugging at his own sleeves. “I… I had a nightmare and… when I woke up, nobody was here…”

Bentley internally threw himself off a cliff.

Of course Bellamy would. Why wouldn’t he? With Bentley’s relationship with luck, he was surprised his roommates didn’t just straight up die in the middle of the night.

Bentley exhaled heavily, watching as Bellamy continued to pick at his sleeves. “I’m really sorry, Bell. Was it bad?”

Bellamy just kinda looked down at his lap. “The dream wasn’t so bad, but then I got up and no one was here, and…”

There was a familiar little quiver to his voice that made Bentley feel even worse about leaving than he had about Chloe.

Bellamy sniffed lightly, turning away. “It was really scary…”

Bentley sighed lightly, lifting his right arm and draping it loosely round Bellamy’s shoulders. “I’m sorry. I shouldn’t have left.”

“It wasn’t your fault I had a bad dream,” He shrugged, wiping at his eyes without turning back around. “It just freaked me out, is all. I thought you were at the party and I didn’t want to bother you…”

“You can call me for anything, no matter what I’m doing. I’ll answer — I promise,” Bentley replied, squeezing his shoulder lightly. “I hate that you were by yourself.”

“It’s okay… it really wasn’t a big deal, just… sometimes I can’t tell if I’m awake or asleep, and it made me really scared…” Bellamy continued, and Bentley frowned.

“That’s how a lot of my nightmares are, too,” He replied quietly, with a soft sigh. 

Bellamy looked over at him. “I heard that you had one the other night. Was it bad?”

Images flashed through Bentley’s mind in quick succession — Varian bleeding out in Dick’s arms, Rockie getting shot right in front of him, Asten falling off the roof, Nico getting his head beaten in... “Yeah. It was bad.”

“I thought so. I heard you… screaming. But I didn’t know if I was actually awake so I… didn’t come out. I’m sorry…” Bellamy trailed off.

Bentley patted his shoulder. “It’s okay, Bell. I wouldn’t have, either.”

Bellamy sniffed again, glancing forward at the floor ahead of them with a few quick blinks, bringing a hand up to rub at his eyes. 

“Do you want me to do the frogs again? You seem tired,”

“No, that’s okay,” He replied with a small shrug. “I’m not that tired.”

Bentley watched him, observing quietly for a few minutes as his blinks got progressively longer. 

“Are you sure about that?” He asked with a soft smile, squeezing his shoulder lightly. “It’s okay to be tired. I’m tired and I just woke up.”

Bellamy smiled faintly in amusement, glancing over at him for just a split second.

Bentley sighed lightly. “It’s okay, you can go to sleep. I won’t go anywhere — I promise.”

"...are you sure?" Bellamy muttered.

"I'm sure. Unless you'd rather be alone,"

"No. No, being alone is..." Bellamy trailed off, picking at his sleeves. "Scary..."

A beat passed.

"My head hurts,"

Bentley rubbed his shoulder lightly. "Do you want some medicine?"

"No..." He muttered, fiddling with his fingers some more, like he was nervous about something. "Can I just..."

Bentley watched him carefully, but he never spoke again. He just sort of looked down at his lap. "Can you just what?"

Bellamy shrugged and looked away, abandoning his question entirely.

"You can ask. I can already tell you the answer is most likely yes," Bentley replied, earning a faint smile in response.

"I... was going to ask if I could..." Bellamy trailed off, continuing to pick at his sleeves. "If I could maybe..." His eyes flicked down to Bentley's shoulder, and suddenly, he seemed to understand.

"Oh, yeah," He replied immediately. "I'm not gonna say no to that."

“Are you sure?”

Bentley hummed. “Super sure.”

With that, Bellamy settled himself down on the couch and grabbed one of the blankets from the back of it, draping it over himself. Then, with an attentive glance to Bentley, subtly and tentatively moved until the side of his head came to rest on Bentley’s shoulder.

"Sorry if that’s… weird, I just…”

"It’s not weird," Bentley replied, smiling faintly as he adjusted his arm so it was comfortable for both of them. "I've probably spent more time in the last three years sleeping with someone else next to me than alone -- so I don't mind. It's actually nice."

“Oh… okay,”

A few moments of silence passed, and Bellamy settled in farther, adjusting his head against Bentleys shoulder with a quiet sigh. “Y’know, I… think you’re the best friend I’ve ever had.”

Bentley said nothing, only glanced at him. By the time he’d managed to work up a response, Bellamy’s eyes were comfortably closed, his breathing had evened out, and the machines on his arms slowed until he could barely hear them anymore.

If Bellamy kept talking like that, Bentley was gonna have to ask Bruce if they could take him home.

—

“-must’ve woken up and came in here,” Was the first thing Bentley’s ears registered when his senses started coming back to him. He was laying somewhere, but it wasn’t his bed. It was…

Oh yeah — the couch, in the living area. He wasn’t sitting up anymore; He seemed to be laying across it, and there was a blanket thrown over him that hadn’t been there before. Bellamy’s presence had all but vanished from his right.

“You think he noticed you were gone?”

“I hope not. He was dead asleep when I left,”

It was Asten and Valor whispering — though Bentley probably wouldn’t have been able to tell in his half-awake state if it weren’t for their opposing accents.

“Are you gonna tell him?” Valor questioned.

“Unless he noticed I was gone, no. I’m not hungover anymore, so it shouldn’t matter,”

He wasn’t hungover, so it shouldn’t matter. It shouldn’t matter that literally yesterday Asten had given Bentley a speech about not keeping secrets, and then did something the same night that he planned on keeping secret. (What kind of world was Asten living in where he could just… be all hypocritical like that? Bentley wasn’t allowed but he was?)

Bentley fought the urge to huff dramatically and, instead, stayed eerily still on the couch, pretending to sleep. (He was pretty good at that.)

“You’re welcome, by the way, for being the puke dad again,” Came a third voice, with a distinct Russian lilt. 

“Yeah, yeah, thanks for waking up and coming to the hangover rescue. Where’s Koa and Rockie?” Valor questioned.

“Koa’s throwing up outside. I think Rockie’s out there with him,”

“Jesus, that kid gets sicker than anyone I’ve ever met in my entire life,” Valor sighed. 

“He also gets drunker than anyone else,”

“Because he's obsessed with beer pong. He played it at least thirty times last night,”

Bentley just listened as the voices moved about the dorm, a few doors opening and closing and sounds bouncing around. An unidentifiable amount of time later, the distinct sound of the dorm door opening and closing pierced the air — it must’ve been Koa and Rockie.

A few more voices came and went — small talk, mostly. Bentley didn’t listen because he was too busy being absolutely pissed that Asten had the audacity to be such an arrogant hypocrite after he made Bentley cry about it the day before. 

Eventually, the voices faded into the other rooms, and the dorm went quiet again.

Bentley, extraordinarily angry but not mean enough to disturb everyone’s sleep, forced himself back to bed on the couch.

He’d talk to Asten later.

Later came sooner than he wanted it to… but at the same time, took all too long to come around.

He shuffled back into his and Asten’s bedroom at nearly eleven in the morning. The dorm was practically dead — not a soul had come out into the living area since they’d all returned earlier. Part of him kind of wanted to cry (because he couldn’t be mad like a normal person.) and the other part of him wanted to, like, burn something down. 

For now, he decided to find somewhere in the middle to float.

He went into his and Asten’s room, kicking the door closed behind him and glancing at the top bunk. Asten was laying up there under his blankets, but his arms and phone were sticking out, and his screen was on, signaling that he was awake.

“Hey, B,” He greeted casually. “Why were you in the living room?”

Bentley breathed in and out, staving down some of the anger that threatened to make him, like, yell. “Bellamy had a nightmare. We were both in there, but he left,” He replied curtly.

He pulled his desk chair out and sat on it, then heard Asten shift, as though he were trying to look at him from his bed. He must’ve given up because his head never appeared from under the covers.  

“I didn’t hear you leave,”

Was he seriously trying to make Bentley think he was home all night?

Bentley shrugged with a short huff. “Not sure you could hear the door from Mason’s house, anyway.”

Asten’s head did pop out, then, and he sat up on the bed. “Did-“

“I’m not stupid, Asten. I was awake when you left, and I was awake when you were telling Valor you weren’t gonna tell me,” He huffed, crossing his arms over his chest. “What the hell?”

Asten didn’t say anything, but worked his way off the top bunk and sat on Bentley’s instead, crossing his arms. He looked tired, like he’d just woken up, but sort of offended at the same time. “Not everything I do is your business, B.”

Bentley narrowed his eyes at him, wanting nothing more than to set his hair on fire. “You lied to me.”

“I didn’t lie,” Asten scoffed.

“Well, you didn’t tell me the truth,” Bentley spat, leaning back in the chair. “There’s no gray area between an honest person and a liar.”

“What-“

“You just gave me an entire spiel over keeping secrets just to go and keep secrets. So what, you’re allowed to but I’m not? I’m supposed to let it slide when you do it, but you’re allowed to get upset at me? Sounds pretty hypocritical,” Bentley hissed. Asten’s eyes went cold again, his expression darkening.

“You have to tell me where you’re going because you’re an innocent little nepobaby who’s naivety will get you killed,” Asten spat back. “You don’t know half the shit that goes on in this world — I do.”

“… So, because you had a shitty life, the rules don’t apply?” Bentley asked, tapping his fingers on his arms. “You’re allowed to go do whatever you want and expect me to just sit here at your command like a dog?”

“I’m trying to protect you,” 

“Bullshit. That just sounds good. If you were actually trying to protect me, you wouldn’t leave the three youngest roommates in the dorm overnight just to go get drunk out of your mind,” Bentley was practically fuming at the ears, but he made doubly sure not to raise his voice too loud. “I wouldn’t even care about you going out and getting wasted if you’d just tell me first!” 

Asten rubbed his eyes with the heels of his hands. “Why’s it such a big deal all of a sudden?”

“It was a big deal to you yesterday,” Bentley replied. “But I guess that doesn’t matter, since you’re a hypocrite and all.”

Asten was glaring daggers. “Bentley.”

“Tell me I’m wrong,” He ordered, locking eyes with Asten and forcing them to stay there no matter how uncomfortable it was. “You said something. You did the opposite. Tell me you’re not a hypocrite.”

Asten was pissed — Bentley could tell. He had this cold sort of feeling that radiated from him when he was really mad; one that would make passersby afraid he was gonna punch them if they got too close. He opened his mouth to reply, but Bentley beat him to it.

“I may be younger than you, but you can’t walk all over me anymore. You helped train that into me,” Bentley muttered. “So if you’re allowed to go do whatever you want whenever you want without telling me, so am I.”

“Bentley-“

“And I’ll start by telling you, now that it’s convenient for me, that I snuck out of the dorm and stayed with a girl last night. All night,”

Asten’s horrendously-pissed-and-angry face cracked a little to reveal something like disbelief, and vaguely, shock. “Yeah, sure you did.”

“Unlike you, I’m not a liar. Ask Bellamy, he had to let me back in this morning. Or you can consult my call history and find where I asked him to let me in,” Bentley replied, pulling his phone out of his pocket and tossing it on the desk with a bam!  “Or maybe you can dwell on the fact that I was sleeping in the living room in different clothes than I went to bed in?”

Asten didn’t say anything, but his mouth was open, like he was debating on it.

Then he huffed deeply, like he was really irritated. “Who was it?”

“Not everything I do is your business,” Bentley mocked, rising from the desk chair and pushing it in, grabbing his phone and shoving it back in his pocket. “I’m done arguing with a wall.”

“Where are you going?” Asten asked as Bentley approached the door.

He swung it open, glancing back at Asten just long enough to say: “Maybe I’ll tell you when it’s convenient.”

Then he left their room, and he left their dorm, going nowhere in particular.

Everything in high school was bullshit.

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