#𝖙𝖔 𝖉𝖚𝖘𝖙 𝖞𝖔𝖚 𝖜𝖎𝖑𝖑 𝖗𝖊𝖙𝖚𝖗𝖓 › hamish mueller.

[revclations]

open to: @lvciddreamt

featuring: hamish mueller, twenty-nine, queer, record store employee, he/him.

plot: after a night of smoking, effy accidentally finds hamish's dirty little secret, a collection of her panties that he'd been stealing for weeks.

the last thing that he should have been doing after having his filthy little secret discovered was thinking about how hot effy looked standing there with her hands on her hips, her expression stern and unimpressed. still, hamish was nothing if not a patron of bad decisions. he wasn't sure what to say so he sat there like a startled animal, barely listening to her as his brain insisted on switching over to obsessing over the strange eroticism of being exposed for being a bit of a creep. well, a bit was an understatement, but he had to try to maintain some self-respect. "it's not... i know i shouldn't have taken them." was all he managed to say in defence of himself, but what else was there to say? there was no understandable reason that he'd taken her underwear, and rummaged through her drawers or laundry basket when she wasn't in the room to steal away the prettiest pairs, what could he possibly say that would make him appear less horrible in her eyes? "i'm sorry." he mumbled pitifully before slowly moving to swing his legs over the bed so he could make an attempt to stand up. obsessed with her was another understatement, though fighting that was impossible. he'd been in love with her since they'd met, though never in a million years had he ever thought it'd be possible someone like her could be into someone like him. it was part of the reason he'd become so desperate to have this part of her, it was the closest he could get to having her as he wanted. "i don't know why i did it, effy i just— i don't know, once i started i couldn't stop."