i was telling my friend about the time i saw shatner at wizard world comic con last year and he told us how he used to prank DeForest Kelley on the set of one of the star trek movies. every day, Kelley would make a bagel and he’d put the bagel in the toaster and then leave it, and so Shatner would go and eat it before it finished toasting, and when De came back he’d be like “um… I thought I made a bagel” and Shatner would say “um no, I don’t think you did?” and he would do this multiple times in a row to make him think he was losing his memory.
based on this post where lardo and shitty are accidentally pregnant
She was five weeks in and nothing was showing, but she’d been puking almost everyday and had refused Bitty’s pumpkin pie yesterday. Lardo hadn’t told her mom yet, and Shitty refuses to tell anything to his father, but she knows that his mother knew. Jack had called her immediately after Shitty freaked and told him a week ago, before freaking out himself and telling Bitty, who had broken into their apartment in order to make sure she was okay.
“I’m okay, people should stop asking me if I was okay, I’m pregnant, not sick.” She complained to Jack, who only answered by giving a silent nod.
“Shitty’s freaking out,” Jack said instead.
“I know.” She groaned and put her face in her hands. A moment of silence passed between the two before she lifted her head again. “I don’t want to chain him down like this or jerk him around emotionally. I know he wants me to keep it.”
“He wants whatever you want,” Jack said.
She knew that, but she could also read Shitty well enough to know that he was ecstatic and wanted nothing more than to have her keep it. And the scary thing was, she could also feel herself being as excited as he is.
“How are the two of us even remotely qualified to be parents? He’s just starting his job, and I have my job.” And Lardo wasn’t sure that her bosses would let her take a maternity leave. And even more terrifyingly, she just realized that she wasn’t on the life track that she had envisioned for herself with this job. Sports management paid a lot, and Lardo knew she was on the fast track to a good promotion, but now this forced her to look at her life, and she wasn’t sure she wanted to spend it all on picking up after athletes. But she wasn’t sure if she could provide proper care if she didn’t have this high paying position. And it was a downward spiraling mess of disaster.
It was as if Jack could read her mind, or at least the mood in her mind, because he puts a hand on her shoulder and leaned back on the sofa that they were sitting at.
“Maybe you’re thinking too much,” he said. “Just concentrate on whether or not you want to keep it, and trust in your friends to help you no matter which choice it is. We’re a team.”
She sniffed, and suddenly Jack found himself with an armful of Lardo. She let her tears and snot stain his sweater, and he held her through her trembling. When the two of them extricated themselves from their situation, Jack extended a fist, and Lardo bumped it.
Warnings: smut, oral (female receiving) fingering, this is PWP
Prompt: Sam meets up with the reader at a bar, and neither of them want to go home alone. Both their jobs require them to move around a lot, and sometimes, they get a little antsy and crave the affection of another person. That leads them to Sam’s motel room for one night of pure fun.
You didn’t want, or even need a partner to settle down with. You had grown used to being alone and working alone and doing just about everything alone. But, a girl gets antsy from time to time.
Title: Heartbeat Pt. III Pairing: Josh Dun/Reader, Tyler Joseph/Reader Rating: Very mature. Warnings: Daddy kink, roughness, name-calling, drama, fluff. All kinds of chaos. A/N: This stupid chapter is 8.3k words, and I’m so worn out because this has been driving me bonkers. I hope you’re ready for some drama, because this is where things start to get real. Let me know what you think, because this one was obviously very difficult to write.
Your phone buzzed next to you on your bedside table. Groaning, you rolled over in your bed and unplugged your phone. Your phone read 8:30am which made you whimper in exhaustion. Below the time was a text from your only babysitting client at the time, Ms. Irwin. You had only acquired the job because your mom had been childhood friends with her, but she was a kind woman nonetheless.
Ms. Irwin was probably the sweetest woman to have ever walked the earth, despite the hardships she had overcame such as her husband leaving her with three kids a couple years ago. But what puzzled you to no extent was the fact that such a kind woman could have the literal spawn on satan as her eldest child.
Ashton Irwin, also known as Hades by yourself and your best friend (Y/BFF/N), was probably the rude human being you have encountered. Despite his stunning looks and musical talent, he was probably the one person you admittedly hated. Although he was a kind child when the two of you where in lower school, right when he hit his teens he pushed you away and never explained his reasons for doing so.
Now, in high school, he never even spared you a glance. It wasn’t as if you were still mad at him, he had pushed you away so long ago but he only angered you when you were babysitting his two younger siblings, Lauren and Harry. It seemed funny how Ms. Irwin always had you babysit even though Ashton was right upstairs in his room playing on his drums, but you both knew he wasn’t capable of taking care of two young children.
From: Ms. Irwin-8:30am
Hey (Y/n), I’m so sorry to be an inconvenience to you but I was wondering if you can possibly watch the kids starting from 11am today to 7pm tomorrow? Sorry my boss just told me I have to come for a conference this weekend.
You groaned and sat up, running your hand through your hair before responding.
To: Ms. Irwin-8:34am
I’d be happy to (: I’ll see you at 11.
Since you had already woken up you knew attempting to go back to sleep was going to be useless. Hesitantly, you placed your bare feet on the cold wooden floor and quickly scampered to the bathroom to brush your teeth and you went to your kitchen to eat something for breakfast.
Time seemed to fly by and before you knew it you were approaching the front door of the Irwin household with your small overnight bag by your side.
You knocked once and the door flew open seconds later. Instead of the bright and smiling face of Ms. Irwin, you were greeted by the irritated look on Ashton’s face. “Hey Ash,” you smiled, despite the uncomfortable look on his face.
He closed the door behind you, “Don’t call me that,” he mumbled before walking past you to climb up his stairs and probably sulk in his room.
“(Y/n)!” Lauren yelled before wrapping her arms around your legs, followed by Harry.
“Hey guys! Are you excited about this weekend?” you asked, ruffling Harry’s hair.
They nodded in unison and you detached yourself from them to find Ms. Irwin who was in the kitchen making them their lunch. “Hi Ms. Irwin, how are you?” you asked, leaning against the counter.
She jumped in surprise, “Oh hi dear! I’m great, how are you?”
“I’m okay,” you responded.
“Thank you so much for coming on short notice. I really appreciate it.”
You smiled, grabbing the plates from her that held the peanut butter and jelly sandwiches she had made for them. “Of course, anytime. And don’t you have a plane to catch?” I asked.
Her eyes widened, “You’re right!” she rushed to grab her bags, “Again, thank you and I hope Ashton isn’t too much of a bother. He probably won’t leave his room anyways. Text me if there’s an emergency!” she yelled before running out to her car.
You let out a long breath before turning back to the two kids standing behind me. “So, what do you two wanna do?”
“That movie was so good!” Lauren yelled from the backseat of your car. The three of you had just went to the theater to see Moana and the kids were ecstatic about it.
You nodded and smiled, “Yeah it was great! What do you guys say? Ice cream when we get home?” They all nodded in excitement at your offer and practically bounced in their chairs until you arrived home.
Once you parked your car in the driveway they ran out of the car towards the house and flung themselves on the couch, awaiting their ice cream. You smiled at their excitement and went into the kitchen and pulled out the chocolate ice cream.
You groaned when you realized the bowls where just about five centimeters from your reach even while you were on your toes. Suddenly, a body was pressed flush against yours. “You’re too damn short,” a voice said gruffly from behind you. You turned your head slightly to see Ashton’s bare, broad chest.
Before you knew it he had pulled down three bowls and placed them in front of you. “Thank you,” you whispered for no apparent reason, just because of the close proximity.
His body lingered behind you for only a couple of seconds before he disappeared. You felt your face heat up but you quickly dismissed any thoughts of Ashton before scooping ice cream into the bowls.
“Who wants ice cream?” you asked, walking into the living room but you stopped in your tracks when the two toddlers were passed out on the couch. A soft smile spread across your face at the two softly sleeping. You set the bowls on the coffee table and picked up Harry to bring him to his room.
After tucking both of them in you started walking down the hall to get to the stairs but you stopped in your tracks when you heard All Time Low blasting loudly from Ashton’s room.
You approached his door and opened it slightly, “Ashton can you please turn down your music? The kids are sleep-oh my god what are you doing!” you screeched when you saw Ashton laying naked on his bed, slowing pumping his length.
His face morphed into his signature angry expression and he pulled on his boxers before slamming the door in your face. You stood in front of his door, shell shocked for minutes until you finally processed what had actually happened and you ran downstairs to grab your bag and you shut the door to the guestroom down stairs.
Trying to get what you saw out of your head, you pulled out the book you brought with you and started to read. As you flipped through the pages you couldn’t seem to focus on what the story was telling you but rather on how hot Ashton looked, panting and grabbing his thick length in his hand.
A hard knock on your door interrupted your thoughts and you stood up from your bed, expecting one of the kids to be asking for the ice cream you promised them earlier.
But instead of the faces of one of the kids, when you opened the door you were faced with Ashton, and he looked more pissed then ever.
“Hey Ashton, I’m really sorry, I should’ve knocked-” your sentence was cut short yet again when Ashton flipped the two of you around and pushed you up against the door.
You gasped when you felt his hot lips press hard kisses down the base of your throat. “Do you know what I was thinking about when I was jerking off?” he asked as he brought his face up to yours.
“What?” you asked.
His breath fanned against your face in uneven pants. “You,” he said before pressing his lips against yours.
It took you less than a minute to respond and you started moving your lips in sync with his. “Fuck I need you so bad,” he mumbled against your lips. All you could do was whimper in desperation.
“Where did this come from?” you panted, tangling your hands in his sandy curls.
He groaned when you tugged at his hair, “Fuck, I’ve liked you since we were crib mates.” With that his pressed his lips feverishly to yours again. You moaned when he shoved his tongue in your mouth.
His fingers slowly crept from your hips to your butt. He squeezed it lightly and pulled your body closer to his hips. He ground his rock hard erection against your clothed heat. “Fuck,” he drawled out. “I want to taste you so bad princess,” he mumbled against your lips.
He didn’t give you time to respond before he swiftly picked you up and sat down on the bed. With you straddling him, you pushed his chest back so you were on top of him. You tugged at his shirt, indicating you wanted it removed and he soon lifted it over his head. As he removed his shirt, you pulled yours over your head as well and you reached to unclasp your bra.
As soon as you had no clothes remaining on your top half, Ashton flipped you over so he hovered over you. “What do you want baby girl?” he asked, latching himself to one of your breasts. His tongue flicked over the sensitive bud and he grazed his teeth over it causing you to tug at his hair.
“Anything, Ash. Please, I’m so wet.”
A whimper escaped his lips as he left a trail of kisses down in between the valley of your breasts and he stopped right at the band of your sweatpants. He looked up at you for approval you merely nodded in response to his silent question.
Quickly, he pulled down your pants and continued kissing up your thighs from your knees. He kept stopping right where you needed him most so eventually you sighed in frustration, “Ash, please don’t tease-oh motherfucking shit!” you yelled wen he licked a long strip up your clothed heat.
He pulled down your underwear and left a kiss on your clit. “I love it when you call me that,” he mumbled before completely diving in.
His lips wrapped around your clit, sucking harshly causing your back to arch. When he added two fingers you almost lost it, “A-Ash, I c-can’t hold on much longer,” you whimpered, pulling his head closer.
He hummed against you sending vibrations that sent you over the edge. You let out a long moan as the knot inside of you exploded and you chanted his name repeatedly.
When he finally came up for air you pulled towards you and attached your lips to his. A hint of you could be tasted on his tongue which only made you more excited.
You dropped one of your hands down and slid it beneath his boxers. Grabbing his length, you slowly pumped it and with your thumb, you spread his precum around his tip.
He shivered, “As hot as you are doing this, can you please save this for next time because I’m literally about to burst and I really want to be inside of you when I do so.”
You didn’t stop pumping him which caused him to growl and grab both of your hands in one of his and he held them above your head. “Fuck you’re such a bad girl,” he groaned, pulling down his boxers with his other hand.
Out of anticipation, you rubbed your thighs together to try and create friction but he placed a hand in between them and spread them so wide you already knew walking would be an issue in the morning.
You felt his pulsing tip at your entrance and your mouth opened wide when he pushed his length all the way in. “Oh my-holy shit Ash,” you moaned, struggling against his grip because you ached to touch him.
“You’re so tight, princess,” he let out shakily.
You begged him to move and when he finally brought his length out and snapped his hips back into yours you could’ve sworn you saw stars. “Ashton, you’re so thick-fuck!” you arched your chest into his when he hit your g-spot.
He finally released your hands from his and brought his hand down to rub your clit. Instantly you brought your nails to his back and slowly dragged them down his soft skin. “Faster,” you moaned and tugged his lips down to yours.
He obeyed your wish and started snapping his hips harder and faster against yours. When he hit you g-spot again you clenched around him and he let out a strangled moan. “Fuck princess, please do that again.”
You clenched around him and without warning, he shot his load into you, making you cum around him as well. “(Y/n)!” he chanted as his thrusts got sloppy as he milked out both of your orgasms.
Once the two of you had come down from your highs he turned and slowly pulled out and leaned on his side to face you. “I meant what I said.”
“And what was that?” you asked with a raised eyebrow.
“That I actually have really like you since we were crib buddies,” he laughed lightly. “I just didn’t know how to talk to a girl I really like and I didn’t wanna fuck it up.”
You smiled and pressed your lips to his. “I like you too.”
A wide smile spread across his face as he pulled you closer so that your head was resting on his chest. He turned off the bedside table lamp next to him and he left a kiss on your forehead. “Goodnight princess.”
Notes: angst, mentions of abuse, swearing, flirting, fluff, Bucky is a hopeless romantic.
A/N: Second date with heartfelt conversations.
“So, you didn’t tell her where you’re taking her? Or should I say, how?” Steve snickers and rolls his eyes when he sees Bucky’s mischievous grin.
“How I’m taking her? Really, the mouth on you, Rogers..” Bucky grins triumphantly when Steve’s cheeks turn pink and he rolls his eyes again.
“You know what I mean, jerk”
“Yeah, yeah, punk” Bucky snickers. “No, I haven’t told her that I’m picking her up on my motorcycle. But I told her to not bother with her hair and I texted her earlier to wear pants, just in case she was planning to wear a skirt or somethin’”
Steve snorts when Bucky makes a disappointed sigh.
“What?” he chuckles and takes a sip of his own drink, “I like her in skirts”
A/N: Hello! Lovely Wonderful People! My second request finished! Yay! You guys have been so incredibly sweet, you make me so happy! Thank you so much for all your support and kind words, they mean the world to me :) To the Anon who requested this, I hope you like it! If you would like me to rewrite please let me know, so that I can do that for you! Thank you to everyone who takes the time to read this! And as always I wish you all the happiest of days, and I’m sending big hugs your way for all your kindness! Enjoy!
Request: Prompt number 2 for alex x reader?
Prompt: “After everything you did, you’re asking ME to apologize to you for snapping at you ONCE?”
Warning: There are a few curse words and a jerk Alexander! (Please let me know if the curse words bother you Anon! So that I can change it.)
You had been with your boyfriend Alexander for two years. Within these two years you had gotten to know him pretty well. You had both moved in together after a year, and you were both very happy.
But, still like every couple you had your bad days, and you seemed to be having a lot of those days….
It all started when you both had decided to move to another apartment. It was a mutual decision, but Alex had seemed to forget that and pinned the choice on you.
“Why do we have to move? We could just stay here. Never mind, we can’t. You didn’t renew the lease because you wanted to move.”
You didn’t remind him that just two months before he was ranting about how much he hated the apartment and wanted to move. You didn’t take it personally, you knew when he was stressing about work that he brought that stress home. Instead, you just take a deep breath, and said ‘I’m sorry babe, but this will better for us.’
Then came the packing. To say Alex hated packing was understatement. He complained the entire time…
“Why do we have so much stuff?!” He says throwing a dvd into the box he was packing.
“It just seems like a lot right now, babe,” you say from your spot on the floor, taping up a box.
“Do we really need so many decorations? We should just leave them here, or give them away.”
You look up and frown at him.
“No, Alex, they pull the room together, and make the house feel homey,” you say smiling, trying to deflect him from his bad mood.
It didn’t work, he just scoffed and rolled his eyes.
“What does that even mean?” he says picking up a snow globe from the shelf.
“It means, by placing these decorations around your house it makes the atmosphere more comfortable.”
He scoffs once more, before beginning to pack again. You got another box so that you could pack up the rest of the living room.
It’s only minutes later when you hear him curse.
“Dammit!” He yells as he kicks the box he was packing and clutched his hand around his index finger.
“What happened?” you ask as you walk over to him.
“The stupid box, fucking cut my finger.”
“Here let me see it.”
You take him to the bathroom to clean his cut, and bandage it up.
“I hate moving, stupid box,” he mumbles.
“I know babe, but once we get settled, everything will be better,” you smile at him.
He just gives you a nod and a tight lipped smile.
You internally sigh, why is he being such a jerk right now?
“You know what honey, why don’t you try and get some rest, I’ll finish packing,” you say thinking it’ll be easier to just let him rest.
“You’re not coming to bed?” he asks annoyed.
You can’t believe that he’s the one annoyed, when you’ve had to put up with his crap attitude all day. You take a deep breath and remind yourself that he’s just frustrated and to keep your cool.
“I’ll come to bed when I finish packing up the living room okay, baby,” you say kissing him on the cheek.
He huffs before mumbling a ‘fine’ and going to the room.
You sigh once more and slightly groan. He was being such a brat, you were getting so frustrated, but he worked hard and so you tried your best to be understanding.
From the living room to the kitchen to the bathroom and bedroom, you packed the apartment yourself. You were irked and tired, but you pushed through. You finally had all the boxes packed and ready to go. You even got through a day of Alex complaining about all the boxes without exploding at him. Then, the moving day came…
You were lucky enough to know three strong guys, who were kind enough to offer their help. The lovely Schuyler sisters said they would take a half day at work to help and you couldn’t be more thankful. Honestly, with Herc and Laf around you were sure loading and unloading would be a breeze.
You were telling the boys which boxes you wanted to take over first, while Alex stood in the kitchen, yelling at someone on his phone.
“Has he been as much of pain at home, as he’s been at work?” John quietly asks you.
“You have no idea,” you say rolling your eyes, as he chuckles.
“Don’t worry once this case is done with, he’ll be better,” he says pulling you into his side, giving your forehead a peck.
You smile at him and nod. John had always been so sweet, all the boys were sweet, but John always had a way of making you feel better in situations like this. You hoped he was right, the sooner his attitude changed the better.
As you and the boys haul boxes to the moving truck and your car, Alex finally decides to help with the last few. When you got to your new place, you went up to receive boxes.
Once the truck was unloaded, you let the boys look around the apartment. It was bigger than your last apartment and had an extra room you were going to make into an office for Alex.
“This place looks really nice,” Herc says coming to stand next to you in the living room.
“Oui, I think this was a good choice,” Laf says smiling.
“This is great, I think we need a party to really break it in,” John jokes, you playfully slap his arm.
“Can we get going, I’ve got work to do and want to finish this as early as possible,” Alexander says clearly irritated.
His friends frowned at him, while you quietly sighed.
“Of course, babe,” you tell him kissing his cheek. “Come on boys, we’ve got work to do.”
You make it back to your new apartment in record time, and bring the last box into the apartment. Well, more accurately, Herc brought in the last box.
“We did it, guys!” you say smiling at the group. “Now, we just have to unpack everything.”
“Do you think you can take care of this on your own, I have to work,” Alex says cutting into the happy atmosphere.
“Babe, why don’t we all get something to eat, and the”-
“DAMMIT! CAN YOU JUST LET ME WORK!”
The boys all look shocked at his outburst, but for you it’s the final straw. You had put up with him being an ass for weeks and now he’s yelling at you? You felt all the anger you had held back bubble up inside you.
“YOU KNOW WHAT ALEXANDER, GO! GO WORK, I CAN DO THIS ON MY OWN LIKE I HAVE BEEN FOR WEEKS!”
He looks taken aback for a moment before, glaring at you and turning to leave.
“UGH!” you scream into the room turning away from the boys.
They flinch as it echoes off the walls. John steps towards you, and places his hand on your shoulder. You turn to look at him, tears brimming in your eyes.
“Hey,” he says pulling you in for a hug. “I know he’s being a huge ass right now, but it’s because Jefferson has been hassling him.”
“He shouldn’t be taking that out on you, though,” Herc says, and you give him a small smile. He was always so protective.
“Maybe, we could talk to him” Laf says trying to find a solution.
You shake your head, stepping away from John.
“No, just let him cool down, it’ll be okay.”
They all nod at you, and you all decide what to get for lunch.
You were in a better mood, when the Schuylers showed up about an hour later.
“Hey sweetie, how’s it going?” Eliza greets as she pulls you into a hug.
“Its going pretty well, the boys have been a big help,” you say as hug you Peggy and Angelica.
“Where’s Alexander?” Angelica asked.
“Oh, he had to work.”
“He should’ve taken the day off,” she says frowning.
You just shrug and change the subject to unpacking. With your friends help you were able to get everything unpacked and put away. Having all of them around lifted your mood, but Alexander never left your mind. As they left for the night, you thanked them all profusely for their help and the food they generously bought for you.
“Let us know if you need anything,” Eliza tells you as she hugs you goodbye.
“Yeah, also let us know when we can have a movie night,” Peggy says smiling as she hugs you.
“Yes, and tell Alex that I think he’s a jerk for not being here to help,” she says as she hugs you goodbye.
“I’ll try to mention it,” you joke.
You hug each of the boys, and as John pulls you into a hug, he tells you to let him know when Alex got home and that everything was okay. You nodded, as you saw them all out. As you close you breath out a sigh, as you think about how long Alex might take to get home.
That was two hours ago and you were still waiting for him to get home. You had tried calling him several times and he didn’t answer. At this point you were more frustrated than worried.
A few minutes later there was a knock at the door, you went open it and there he was. He walked in past you and stood in the living room.
“Look, we were both frustrated earlier and I’m not mad at you anymore, babe,” he says his hands in pockets, his eyebrows raised.
He wasn’t mad anymore? Was he joking? You thought.
“Okay, I’m glad you’re not angry anymore,” you say, with your eyebrow raised.
“Is that all you have to say?”
“What do you want me to say, Alexander?”
“An apology would be nice,” he says indignantly.
You scoff, as your mouth falls open. He couldn’t be serious, but as you look back at him you could see he was.
“After everything you did, you’re asking ME to apologize to you for snapping at you ONCE?”
You couldn’t believe him, after having to put up with him the past few weeks? What the Hell?! He rolls his eyes and crosses his arms over his chest.
“I’m giving you a chance to work this out and apologize, I know I yelled too, but you were a little much.”
“I swear, Alexander,” you say rubbing your hands over your face trying your best not to yell. “Do you know what you’ve put me through, these past few weeks?” You say looking at him, he just stares back.
“All you’ve done is complained, I would got to work, come home and pack, wake up and I would pack. I mean, I even looked for this apartment on my own because you were too ‘busy’.”
It felt so good to finally get all this frustration off your chest, but under all the frustration was hurt. He hadn’t been very sweet to you lately, and it made you feel alone, and pushed aside.
“I feel like you haven’t been happy, for the past month. Is there something you want to tell me?” You say as insecurities take over.
“What do you mean?” he asks confused, his defense finally down.
“Do you,” you take a breath, “do you not want to be with me anymore?”
His eyes grow wide, as he shakes his head and makes his way over to you.
“Baby, of course not,” he pulls you into his arms, holding you tight. “I’m sorry, I’m so sorry,” he says into your hair, as you rest your head on his shoulder. “I’ve been such a dick lately and you don’t deserve it, I’m sorry.”
He pulls away to look at your face, and brushes away the tears that had fallen down your cheeks. He gives you sweet, loving kisses all over your face. First your forehead, both cheeks your nose, chin, and finally your lips.
You sigh as you pull away resting your forehead against his.
“Maybe, next time work sucks, you could just talk to me about it, instead of taking all your frustration out on me.”
He pulls away to look you in the eyes, as he nods his agreement.
“I’m sorry,” he says solemnly. “Jefferson has been riding my ass with this case. He won’t fucking let me be, and I have to keep my cool at work because Washington has been keeping an eye on me. If I lose my temper at work, I could lose that promotion, and”-
“Hey,” you whisper as you caress his cheek. “Everything will be okay, I’m sorry Jefferson has been such a jerk, but just think of it as a challenge to over come.” He scoffs slightly, while shaking his head. “And as for Washington,” you say grabbing his attention again, “you know he loves you like a son. He just wants you to reach your full potential and maybe, that means watching your temper.”
He nods and gives you a smile, as he pulls you into his arms once more. Your head tucked under his chin, as he rubbed soothing circles on your back.
“What did I do to deserve you?” he says holding you tighter and moving to bury his face in your neck.
“I have no idea,” you reply, a smile on your lips as you play with his hair.
He chuckles into your neck before nuzzling you and making you giggle. He lifts his head to kiss your lips, sweet and slow.
You pull away and smile at each other, and without warning he lifts you into his arms.
“I think I have some making up to do, for my behavior these past few weeks. Let me show how much I cherish you, love.”
You giggle as he carries you to the bedroom. He may have been a major jerk, but he was your jerk and you loved him all the same, just as much as he loved you. That night, and the next weeks that came he showed just how much that was.
They come to the realisation a mere ten minutes after breaching Arkadia’s gates.
Or, that is, Clarke comes to the realisation first, and alerts him to it when she mutters a soft, “Fuck,” under her breath.
“What? What’s wrong?” he asks, hand going straight to his rifle as his eyes immediately scan their surroundings.
She presses a hand to his shoulder. “Nothing’s wrong,” she says in an easy voice that soothes away his worries, “It’s just that I realised I no longer have a room here.”
He blinks. “Oh.”
“Yeah,” she says, flashing him a wry smile. “I used to room with my mom but that was before… everything. And I would have asked Raven, but, well…”
Raven threatened them with bodily harm before they even set foot in the lab, saying that if anyone distracted her from her work, she’d do more than just string them to a tree.
Bellamy shifts his rifle again, scruffing his toe at the dirt. They’d stopped underneath one of awnings outside on their way to the apartments.
“Well, you can always stay with me,” he says, staring hard at the line he made in the ground. He can feel her eyes on him, and it makes his ears pink.
The silence draws on long enough that he’s just about to tell her to forget about it, when Clarke says, “Actually, that doesn’t seem like a bad idea.”
“Yeah?” he asks, glancing up at her from beneath his lashes to find her gnawing on her bottom lip.
She gently nudges him with her hip. “Yeah.”
“Alright then,” he says, trying to bite a back a pleased smile.
There’s the barest hint of a smirk tugging at her lips as he leads them to his quarters, so he glances sidelong at her and says, “It’s a good thing we sorted that out quickly. You’re in dire need of a bath.”
It gets the desired result when she shoves him into the wall, and he laughs. “Fuck off, Bellamy,” she says succinctly, but she’s doing a poor job of hiding her laughter too.