The rain pelted against the tour bus window, the wind made a whistling sound as lightning illuminated the sky, soon followed by an aggressive rumble of thunder. You sat on the couch between Vessel and II, IV sat in front of the three of you on the beanbag chair while the four of you watched a movie. II held the bowl of popcorn you all were sharing, throwing a few pieces up into the air and skillfully catching them each time in his mouth and earned a giggle from you each time. Since you were beside him getting a few pieces were easy to you where as Vessel had to reach over to reach the bowl, and it was humorous when he’d let out an annoyed growl when II would move the bowl out of reach with a shit eating smirk on his face. IV would reach up and behind him to grab some pieces, or because he was positioned perfectly in front of you while sitting on the beanbag chair, he would lean his head back with his mouth open and wait patiently for you to pop some pieces of the buttery snack in there. The only one missing was III.
“Where’s III at?” IV asked with a mouth full of popcorn, finally allowing his eyes to scan around the small living room area of the tour bus for the bassist.
“I thought it was relatively more quiet,” II spoke as he tossed another piece of popcorn into his mouth. You elbowed him in the side slightly.
“Don’t be a dick,” You said with a giggle. You turned your attention towards IV. “He’s in his bunk reading.”
“Did I hear that right?” Vessel questioned next, playfully patting his ear with the palm of his head. “I could have sworn you said III was back in his bunk reading.”
You rolled your eyes before. “You heard correctly.”
“Wasn’t aware he could do that,” IV laughed before giving a shocked ‘ouch’ when he felt your foot jab him in the lower part of his back. He looked leaned his head back to look up at you. “Oh, come on love, it was funny.”
“What’s he even reading anyways?” Vessel asked while leaned over some, staring down the small hallway of the bus that held your bunks.
“Oh he borrowed one of mine,” You informed before getting a handful of the popcorn.
The other men were silent for a bit, six pair of eyes on you. You had momentarily turned your attention back to the movie, not wanting to miss stuff in it since you had never watched it before. But the burning gazes caused you to turn your attention back to the men you called your friends. You raised an eyebrow warily. “What?”
“He’s reading one of your books, Y/N?” Vessel questioned, an eyebrow of his own raised. You nodded your head. “One of your innocent books I presume.”
II gave a chuckle from beside you. “What innocent books, Vess? I’ve read over their shoulder before. Those books are anything but innocent.” He remarked, turning his clear blue eyes on you. The pointed look you gave him only made the drummer laugh a little more. “What? Love, you know I’m right. Praise kink, degradation, chains and whips, a lot of dark themes, throw in some demon fucking, there was that one with the minotaur from that book you bought off of TikTok with that had a daddy kink thing going on—“
You quickly covered his mouth with your hand. Your eyes wide. “Stop, stop, stop, stop!”
“A minotaur with a daddy kink fetish?” Vessel questioned, a brows furrowed together.
“Demon fucking?” IV asked now, pausing the movie with the remote.
“Throw in some men in mask and you got the cherry on the cake.” II quickly inserted after prying hour hand from his mouth, laughing at your failed attempt at beating him. He held your wrist in his hand and pulled you to him, wrapping his strong arms around you. “They seem to love those kinds.”
“Please stop..” You pleaded against his chest, voice muffled from where your face was hidden. You felt II kiss the top of your head before letting you go. You sighed before settling back into the couch, wrapping yourself tighter with the blanket with a heavy blush on your face forming. “And it isn’t any of those.”
“There’s more—ow!” IV exclaimed as he felt you kick him in the back again. Whatever joke he was about to begin lost now. “I was joking!”
“Knock it off,” Vessel spoke next, his attention on the guitarist. His tone was stern and IV rolled his eyes before slumping down in the beanbag, crossing his arms over his chest like a child have a temper tantrum. Vessel shook his head before turning his attention back on you, his voice soft like his smile. “Now, what book did you let III read?”
A tiny smile graced your face. For some the smile would seem nothing but innocent, but to Vessel he knew different. The tiny mischievous twinkle in your eye and how a faint lift of a smirk in the corner of your lips was hidden beneath your sweet, tiny smile, Vessel knew your cunning side was in full force.
“Well—”
Before you could finish your sentence the all too familiar voice of III, albeit laced with shock, rang out from his closed bunk in the hallway.
“HE SHOVED IT FUCKING WHERE!?”
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