“you needed me,” he replied softly as he closed his hand       around hers tighter and used the grip to pull her into his       side for a hug that was surprisingly natural and caring.       “are you okay, wanda..?”

Last text sent from my muse to yours: i need you to get this box down–

[ sms ] i think you had the munchies but i can’t actually be sure.

    “kisses,” he replied easily, flicking his hazel eyes up to his friend      with as much innocent someone in his position could muster.     “never been kissed before, kris?” he teased lightly, cheek rubbing      gently over the skin. “and i’m not a kid.” he kind of was.

[ sms; kris ] i don’t remember this[ sms; kris ] but he probably fuckin’ was t b h[ sms; kris ] oH MY FUCKING GOD I TOOK A PICTURE OF HIM--

        billy choked, head lifting slightly as he tried desperately        to alleviate the pressure on his throat without using his        powers to send sehun into the opposite wall. blunt nails        scraped uselessly over the skin on the tops of his hands        as he struggled and it took everything he had to rasp out        “s-sehun... let...me...go...”

"what are you even wearing?" billy peaked out through his fingers, fighting a smile through his feigned indignance. honestly, who taught teddy how to dress?