Prompt 8 for willex? It feels too perfect!
Heyyyy anon... yes I know it's been over 2 months. I am just as sad about that as you are, should this ever find you. I swear I haven't been ignoring you, school is just a pain. But anyways, have a lil something for your patience! (I live in shame okay)
Willie laughed, hand clasped in Alex's as they ran down the pier. Technically they didn't have to worry about that guy coming after them, he was a lifer after all. But it was kind of fun to pretend.
"Slow down," Alex gasped, tugging on his hand. But Willie could see the grin on his face when they turned. "What exactly was the point of that?" the drummer asked when they came to a stop.
Willie giggled and wiggled his eyebrows without speaking, twirling a stolen straw between his fingers. They'd been working on getting Alex up to date on queer culture lately, including a certain phrase they liked to live by.
Alex sighed, dropping his chin to his chest. "Right, sorry," he chuckled.
"Good boy," Willie teased, bumping his shoulder against Alex's. "You'll get it eventually."
Alex rolled his eyes. "How does repeatedly messing with a dude's smoothie count as a crime?" he questioned.
Willie shrugged. "I mean I stole his straw," they suggested. "It's the spirit of the thing, not the letter of the law."
"So you claim," Alex retorted playfully. "I feel like I should get a second opinion on that one."
Willie clapped his free hand to his chest in mock offense. "You don't trust me, hotdog?!"
"I do," Alex responded quietly.
Willie was pretty sure he just died again at the soft openness in his eyes. If their brain was a computer, there would be an entire folder just made up of the moments when Alex looked at him like that. Like he'd follow him to the edge of the world, and then over the cliff and into the abyss. Like it didn't matter how badly Willie screwed up, Alex would be right there as long as they wanted him. Like he loved him.
One of these days, Willie would be brave enough to say the words back out loud. As it was, he hadn't gotten up the nerve yet.
"Well then no second opinion required," he stated after a beat too long, backing away from the heavy feelings in his chest. Feelings had never been their area of expertise.
Alex laughed. Mission accomplished. "Hey, isn't checking your sources just part of being responsible?" he asked, humor filling his features and chasing away all that serious stuff.
"But what if it's coming from a really good first source," Willie shot back, poking him in the chest with the straw.
"I'm pretty sure you're not the primary source for homosexual illegal activity," Alex said. "Pretty sure being gay was a crime before you were born."
"See there was this whole thing with a ghost time machine..." Willie joked.
Alex started to laugh, then stopped. He gave Willie a worried glance. "You're messing with me, right?" he checked.
Willie stared back gravely. Held Alex's stare for a long moment. Then burst out into giggles. "Yeah, I'm totally kidding," they admitted.
"Rude!" Alex exclaimed, a relieved chuckle escaping his mouth with the word. "Geez, Willie!"
"Come on, time travel?" Willie teased. "That's not a thing."
"Well I didn't think ghosts were a thing either," Alex pointed out. "But ummm..." He swung his arm through a pair of stand-up binoculars beside him to make his point.
Willie nodded slowly, still giggling. "Fair point."
Alex shook his head in exasperation, though Willie could tell it wasn't real. "Kids these days," he huffed playfully, stealing the straw from Willie's fingers.
"I still resent the fact that you think that being a month older than me when we died means you're older than me," Willie teased, trying to grab the straw back.
"Not my fault I'm right," Alex responded, stepping back and holding the straw up over his head so Willie couldn't reach it.
"No fair, you're tall," Willie complained lightly, swatting at Alex's shoulder.
"Also not my fault," Alex laughed. "You going to blame me for the weather next?"
Willie moved closer, reaching for the sleeve of Alex's hoodie to pull his arm down. "Depends, are you gonna rain on my parade some more?" they said.
"Only when you're wrong," Alex answered, stepping back in an attempt to avoid Willie's grabbing.
"So never," Willie joked, catching the pink fabric and tugging.
Alex tried to pull away, backing up again, but this time he pulled Willie with him by accident. Willie stumbled, falling into Alex's chest and pushing him backwards until he hit the railing of the pier. Willie blinked, startled to realize that they were now pressed together, Alex's body trapped between the metal guard rail and Willie's weight.
It took a moment for them to dare look up and find Alex's eyes, now only inches away. The drummer was giving them that soft, open look again. Willie was suddenly grateful that not being able to breathe wasn't a massive problem anymore.
"On the topic of queer misdemeanors," Alex murmured, his lashes fluttering as his gaze flicked between Willie's eyes and his lips, "can I kiss you?"
Willie hummed something affirmative, they couldn't remember what after, and leaned in. Alex met them halfway, his hand coming up to cup their cheek as their lips brushed. Willie tilted his head, leaning into his palm as he found a better angle to try again. Alex's other arm curled around his shoulders as Willie's hands found purchase on the drummer's waist. Alex's lips were warm and dry and soft and Willie was pretty sure he was going to be addicted to them.
They parted after a long moment. Willie didn't go far, staying close enough to feel Alex's breath against their cheek. He wanted to say it. He wanted to say it so bad. But somehow, the words still refused to form on his tongue. Even with Alex so close, eyes half closed, soft smile on his face, the words wouldn't come. Willie wanted to run.
"When I said 'be gay, do crime', this isn't exactly what I meant," they said instead.
Alex's eyes opened all the way and he stared at them for a moment, before chuckling and dropping his head onto their shoulder. "I mean, it's gay and illegal, right?" the drummer protested weakly.
"No actually, the decriminalized gay marriage and stuff back in 2015," Willie pointed out, the knot inside his mouth relaxing.
Alex's head shot back up. "Wait seriously?" he asked.
"Oh yeah," Willie said, startled. "Supreme Court case and all that. Did you not..."
"I guess it never came up?" Alex offered, shrugging as his eyes dropped to Willie's crop top, glazing over a little as he processed the information. He blinked slowly, then sighed dramatically. "I guess I'll just have to be gay and legal then."
"Well, I did say it was more about the spirit of the thing," Willie reminded him, glancing at his lips again.
Alex breathed out a laugh, meeting their eyes. "Well in that case, I guess we have to."
Willie grinned as their lips met again, melting into Alex. Maybe he couldn't make himself say the words yet. But Alex knew. And that was enough.
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I keep thinking about the scene you get when you're able to leave the asylum after you get better, more specifically the version where you reach max innocence like shit lmao,,
(sorry if it's worded weird in advance djdb)
like. you can tell Harper has been trying so so hard to keep his dick in his pants until now, and now he finally has the chance he's been waiting for
since the treatment played out like he wanted, he's successfully turned you into an innocent little thing, oblivious to his intentions and making it easier for him to take advantage. I like to imagine that he's been fantasizing about it the whole time you've been in the asylum, finding it increasingly harder to stay patient but not enough to let it affect how he carries himself y'know?
well,, at least not in front of others, when he's alone though 👀,,,
the thought of him, horny beyond words, jerking off to your room's security cam while you and the rest of the patients are asleep. and if he can't access the cameras for whatever reason, he'd just masturbate to the countless photos of you he's taken during your little "therapy" sessions. he'd cum with a breathy moan, his semen coating the image of your face, wishing it was the real thing. and maybe he considers paying his favorite patient a special late night/early morning visit, but he manages to restrain himself, for now
so when he sees how successful your treatment has been, he's oh so delighted and oh so lustful, and he's been patient long enough
(screenshot of the scene is under the cut for those who may want it)
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