sweetsweetsky92

[youngdutchishot]

I like it when a friend gives you a nickname then someone else tries to use that and they're all "hey wtf only I call them that you bitch" but you're also warmed by them doing that.. anyways I think Dutch would get severely pissed when people try to call Hosea old girl-

[villainmorals]

✧ | RAFAYEL QI X F!READER. FRENCH BOYS!

summary. when your paintings were featured in the same gallery walk as rafayel’s, he can’t help but commission you with an oddly cheeky request — ❛ paint me like one of your french boys. ❜

warnings. nsfw, mdni, artist!reader, body appreciation, reader paints rafayel in the nude, terms of endearment, oral sex (male receiving), tit sucking, p in v, cowgirl, unprotected but he pulls out, mentions of a ‘next time’

wc. 3.6k

note. i’m a raf girlie and this is me paying my dues to every single rafayel fan out there. i hope you give this a chance even if you aren’t a raf fan bc i’m honestly rly proud of this! see you at the bottom < 3 < 3 < 3

click here for: portrait inspo! it’s ai which is very unfortunate but i couldn’t find any good inspo pics :(

❛ Paint me like one of your French boys. ❜

You feel like you’ve read the line enough to have it engraved into your skull by now. You were still having trouble assessing whether or not the words were actually printed on the page or if you’d somehow misread them a million times over.

After all, who in their right mind would add that at the end of a memo for an art commission? Rafayel Qi, you learned. That’s exactly who.

Rafayel has heard of you in passing, of your astounding professionalism and the unique ways in which you depict your subjects. He didn’t know you personally though. In fact, he’s only ever seen you at the art exhibitions that your promoters put on for you.

And even then, you never truly gave him the time of day. Why should you? In the grand scheme of things, he’s a stranger.

Rafayel has never been the biggest fan of the unknown, which was why it surprised him that he was such a big fan of yours.

Call him crazy, but he wanted to get to know you. He’d even reached out to your studio a few times on the basis of collaborating on an art piece together, but when he was met with the generic excuse of your busy schedule preventing you from meeting with him, he was left to resort to the extreme.

He was quite familiar with the art style that you possess. He thought that your knack for figure painting made you interesting, made you admirable. Paying homage to the Renaissance period was a lost art in and of itself, and you managed to do so with nearly every single piece you created.

Now, here’s why he would absolutely understand if you called him crazy…

He would even understand if you called him self-concerned, if you called him vain—if you called him anything your heart desires, because all adjectives of the like are spectacular words to describe him… especially after he sent you that forsaken commission.

A commission that piqued your interest enough for you to accept, but a forsaken commission nonetheless. He knew that it made him look like an arrogant fool, because all things considered, who commissions a nude portrait of themself?

He tried not to dwell on it, because that was exactly how he ended up here, in your presence. Sure, he was posing nude in front of the most beautiful woman he’d ever laid eyes on, but at least you were here…

“Soooo… how’s it going?” he asks, desperately trying to fill the silence between you two that only the sound of your paintbrush scraping against the canvas interrupted.

You peek your head out from behind the canvas, catching another glimpse of him sitting on the grand throne that he had custom made just for this moment.

(He was paying good money for this, alright? If he was going to have a painting of his naked body lying around, he wanted it to depict him in his godliest form.)

“Pretty good,” you shortly answer, sweeping your tongue over your bottom lip as you paint the shadow of a particularly sharp line on his abdomen. Seriously, he was absolutely jacked. At least you had that to keep you from growing bored.

Rafayel smiles as you keep your answers to his questions brief. That’s about the third ‘pretty good’ he’s gotten out of you in the last hour, and don’t even get him started on the sheer number of ‘alright’s you’ve given him.

So, he presses on.

“Not much of a talker, are ya?” he asks, absentmindedly tilting his head to the side as he speaks, only for you to quickly lean around the canvas to look at him. “Uh oh. Am I in trouble?” he asks with just about the cheekiest grin you’ve ever seen.

You sigh. “Yes. You should really stop talking.”

Rafayel raises an eyebrow at you, his smirk still tugging on his lips. “Should I? Here I was, thinking that you were enjoying this dazzling conversation of ours.”

That earns an eye roll from you, which is about the most expression he’s gotten out of you thus far. “You’re too expressive when you speak, Rafayel. You’re a horrible subject.”

He huffs at that, knitting his eyebrows together. “Am not. You mean to tell me that this body of mine makes for a horrible subject? Tsk tsk.”

“That body of yours?” you echo with a small breath of laughter. “Please. Am I supposed to be fawning?”

Rafayel gives you a sulky expression. “Puh-lease,” he mimics you, “I have abs, okay? I’m not saying you have to do anything with that information, but if you were to fawn, I wouldn’t be surprised.”

“You think quite highly of yourself,” you say, tucking behind the canvas as you stroke the paintbrush over the area that you were currently working on.

He rolls his eyes at that. “Jeez, woman. Sue a guy for being confident.”

When he’s met with your silence and the sound of your paintbrush splashing in a nearby cup of misty water, he sighs. “I’m just joking with you. I’ll—”

“Even when I give you the silent treatment,” you lean out from behind the canvas to look at him, “you still won’t stop your yapping.”

Rafayel furrows his brows, cocking his head to the side as he gives you a deadpan expression. “Lady, please. I was about to tell you that I was going to shut up from now on, but come to think of it, I don’t wanna.”

You found it ironic that your own inability to shut up is what led you to this position. You bite your tongue, shifting to sit behind the canvas again, but his voice is what reminds you that he’s still there.

“Anywho,” he continues. “You’re a hard woman to track down. What made you accept my commission?”

“Good pay,” you deadpan, though a smile curves on your lips. “And the final line of the memo you sent me.”

Rafayel is doing his best to keep his stoic demeanor, but once he finds out that his risky behavior has paid off, he’s internally celebrating. Very much so.

“Tell me,” you continue, peeking at him. “Are you even French?”

He shakes his head, the soft strands of blue hair that hang just above his eyes moving just the same. “No,” he admits. “But my tiny fib got you here, didn’t it?”

You press your lips into a line as his movement ruins the stillness of his pose, but you try not to scold him for it. “Sure it did,” you answer. “Some nerve you have.”

“The nerve,” he echoes through a soft chuckle.

However, the nerves that he’s truly concerned about right now are the ones in his cock that are very quickly waking up. He does his best to not shift around in his seat, but once you disappear behind the canvas again, he does just that.

He really hadn’t thought this through. How embarrassing. Not only is he erect, but he’s erect from purely talking to you. What a mess he is.

The bright side is that there’s a thin layer of silk fabric draped over the lower half of his body, but with the rapid swelling of his erection, he’s realizing that it’ll do very little to help him out.

“Uh…” he clears his throat. His ears are as red as a fire truck, he’s sure of it. “Can we take a quick break?”

You don’t look at him from behind the canvas as you answer. “I’d prefer it if you gave me a bit longer. I’m almost done with this section, I don’t want to disturb the pose just yet.”

He curses himself for hiring such a professional. “Alright,” he murmurs.

You continue working for a few seconds before you speak up this time. “What made you seek me out, Raf? I mean, you’re a pretty good painter yourself.”

Raf. He didn’t think that he’d done enough to earn that level of familiarity to get you to give him a nickname, but he’ll gladly take what he can get.

“I dunno,” he lies. “I guess I just wanted to be the muse for once,” he adds. That time, however, he was being truthful.

He’s always wanted to be the subject, the one in front of the easel, the one who is paid attention to. Call him an attention whore if you must, because he’ll gladly claim that title.

Especially if it’s attention coming from you. He’ll pull out all of the stops to get it, just like he has today.

“That’s almost poetic,” you joke.

“Almost?” he repeats. “Alright, you’ve really hurt my feelings now.���

You shortly hum. “If that’ll get you to stop talking and sit still then I’m glad.”

He huffs quietly, sitting still and silent for a grand total of two minutes. He tried to keep it up, but the silence was gnawing at him.

“What are you currently working on?” he eventually asks.

To answer his question, you’d have to blatantly say that you’re painting his crotch… so instead, you stand up to turn the easel around entirely.

Rafayel takes a moment to gaze at the canvas, his eyes blown wide in wonder. You really were talented, and you’ve managed to make him look absolutely unreal in a way that he believes only you can.

His eyes settle on the section you painted last, judging by how most of the wet paint conjugated in that area. He swallows the growing lump in his throat, studying the way you even painted the faint outline of his length beneath the silk cloth.

“You’re finished with it?” he asks, raising his eyes to meet yours. “That part, I mean.”

You nod, turning the easel around to face you again. “Yeah,” you answer.

Rafayel clears his throat as he glances down at his crotch, which was sporting a full erection beneath the silky fabric. That had changed since you began to paint him, which wasn’t exactly your fault, but he curses his horny brain for what he says next.

“You got it a little wrong,” he tells you.

Your eyebrows raise as you drop your gaze down to the part of the canvas he’s currently correcting. “What? No, I…” you say as you peek at him from behind the canvas.

He shifts a bit under your gaze, watching quite intensely as you eye compare your painting to how he looks right now.

“Hm. I guess I did get it a little wrong, yeah,” you murmur, more so to yourself than to him.

Rafayel nearly smiles at your tone of indifference. “I hear that visual learning is the most efficient,” he suggests, cocking a brow at you. “Gets you well acquainted with the… material.”

“And by visual learning do you mean physical learning?” you counter.

…So yeah, physical learning definitely sounded more appealing to the both of you, which is exactly how you wound up kneeling in front of him with his cock in your mouth.

Your tongue flattens on the underside of his shaft as you sink lower, prompting him to collect a bit of your hair in one of his hands. “Gods, woman, are you trying to kill me?” he huffs, a sly grin on his face as he keeps his eyes closed.

Unsurprisingly, he can’t bear the thought of seeing your beautiful face be made of a mess of. He knows he shouldn’t feel this way, that he’s the reason you’re in this position, but he still does.

His large hand on the back of your head guides your movements as you suck him off, his head tilted back as you use your tongue on him. His stomach muscles are taut, and you’re finding yourself fawning over him after all, because his abs truly are that magnificent.

“Holy shiiiiit,” he pants, finally cracking his eyes open to look down at you. He really shouldn’t have done that, because now he feels like he’s about to cum in your mouth. “Fuck, ‘m sorry, pretty,” he stammers, closing his eyes again. “Can’t… can’t help it. Feels too good.”

You don’t think he has anything to be sorry about, and if anything, you should be assuring him of the opposite. It was one thing to stare at him from afar, but it was another to look at him from this angle—with his eyes screwed shut while his forehead glistens with sweat especially.

He almost feels embarrassed for how loud he’s moaning, his thick thigh tensing as you rest your hand on it to brace yourself. You’re making him feel like a virgin with the way you take him in, the sensation of your tongue making him feel fuzzy.

“Just like—shit—just like that, cutie, yeah,” he babbles, hardly sure of what he’s saying anymore. All he knows is that if he opens his eyes and sees your gorgeous mouth stuffed with his cock, he’s going to cum.

You pat his hand on the back of your head as a means of getting him to guide your movements to his liking, noticing the way he so clearly hesitates with you. You can’t blame him. He doesn’t know you well enough to know that you actually like this sort of thing.

But with the way your mouth feels around his cock, he’s in absolutely no rush to deny you or himself this wish. He pushes your head a bit faster now, listening to the lewd sounds of your spit sloshing around with every thrust he gives you.

“Too fucking good,” he rasps through a moan. He’s almost too lost in you, his lips permanently parting as he lets his vocal cords roll out the most filthy words you’ve ever heard. “Mm-hmm, use that—fuck—pretty mouth of yours, gorgeous.”

As if the sight of him reacting so visually to your mouth wasn’t enough, the words he gives you are more than enough to have your heat pooling between your thighs. You’re both a mess here.

He flings his head back, his eyes shutting even tighter as your nose brushes against the tufts of dark blue hair at the base of his cock. It was safe to say that the curtains certainly matched the drapes…

You gag as he pushes you a bit too far on his length, his eyes snapping open almost immediately. “Oh, honey, ‘m sorry,” he huffs out, releasing your hair to let you off of him.

You shake your head as you cough, pulling your mouth off of him for a brief moment. A thick string of saliva still connects your bottom lip to the base of his shaft, and that alone has his cock twitching right in front of you.

“You’re so pretty,” he breathes as he shakes his head, almost dumbfounded by the sight in front of him. He may be out of breath, but he’s still very in tune with his abundant attraction for you. “Come up here, gimme a kiss.”

Rafayel is pulling you and you’re complying, and his lips are slotting against yours within seconds. He holds your jaw in his hand, his other moving to the small of your back to pull you closer until you’re kneeling between his spread thighs.

The kiss is sloppy, the saliva on your face immediately transferring onto his skin, though he doesn’t seem to mind. Not one bit. Instead, he’s slipping his tongue into your mouth, gathering more of your taste on his tongue.

“Don’t think I’m well acquainted enough,” you murmur against his lips, planting your hands on the back of the throne while you shift to straddle his lap. “Do you?”

He shakes his head without thinking. “Nuh-uh. Think you need a little more,” he replies, running his hands along your thighs until they slip beneath your dress.

One of his hands cup your mound while the other rests on your hip, and he nearly moans at the feeling of the sopping wet fabric clothing the needy area between your legs.

“This all for me?” he asks with a lopsided grin, his eyes hooded as he looks at you. You nod your head, a soft whine leaving you as he pulls the fabric to the side, running two fingers along your slick pussy. “Mm, I wanna taste her.”

You shake your head, your hand reaching to stroke his throbbing cock, brushing your thumb along the tip as a spurt of pre-cum leaks from it. Denying head isn’t exactly your go-to, but you can’t help it. You want to feel him inside of you.

He follows your hand down to his shaft before he raises his eyes to meet yours again, giving you the sweetest smile imaginable. “Alright, silly girl. Pussy’s all mine next time though, promise?”

“Promise,” you whisper with a smile.

Rafayel seems pleased with that, so he gives your thighs a light squeeze as he shifts to stand up, only for you to gently nudge him back down.

He raises a brow at you, a smirk quickly growing on his face. “Oh? Pretty baby wants to ride me, is that it?”

His pet names for you nearly make you buckle, and you’re not sure how considering you’re already sitting down, but it almost happened, you’re positive.

“Yeah,” you answer, slowly rubbing the head of his cock along your folds. “Look me in the eyes this time?” you tease.

He’s too drunk on the feeling of your pussy teasing his tip to realize that you’re joking with him. “Huh? Oh right, yeah, cutie, whatever you want.”

If you thought he was whiny there, it was no match for the man he became once the head of his cock pushed into your hole.

“Holy shit, woman, you really are trying to kill me,” he moans, resting his head back. “I was only joking before.”

You chuckle as you slowly lower yourself on his length, feeling the way his girth stretches you out, earning a whine from your lips in return. He smiles at you, cupping your cheek with his hand.

“You feel so good, pretty,” he whispers, his other hand resting on your hip as you begin to bounce on his cock. Up and down, up and down. “Shiiiiit, baby. Fuck me like that, yeah, just like that.”

A smile stretches across your lips as you watch his expression go from one of eagerness to one of absolute bliss, his eyes half-lidded as he watches you.

“Gods,” he breathes as his cock slides between your walls. “Pussy’s so tight—fuck,” he gasps out as he grips onto your hips, slowing your movements. “Gonna want more if you keep doing me like that.”

And by more, he means he’s going to start fucking up into you. He really didn’t want to, not with how pretty you looked riding him on your own, tits bouncing in his face and all.

You whine as he slows you down, and you come to a complete stop for a moment as you sit in his lap, cockwarming him. “Is that not the point?”

Rafayel raises a brow at you, a lazy grin on his lips. “Pfft. Alright, woman, you asked for it.”

You really did ask for it, though when he grasped onto your hips to make you slightly hover over him, you’re quickly realizing that his words were anything but empty.

His cock rams into you before you can even register that he’s moving beneath you, his thrusts hard and fast. You moan nearly every time the tip of his shaft reaches the back of your walls. Without much thought, you lean forward, resting your head on his shoulder as he continues to fuck into you.

“Ah-ah,” he playfully scolds, leaning forward to nip at the neckline of your dress. “Pull ‘em out for me, cutie.”

You do it without hesitation, shrugging the straps of your dress off your shoulders just enough for your tits to be revealed to him. He moans at the sight, leaning in to press a kiss on your perked nipple.

“Such pretty tits, honey,” he murmurs against your skin as he sucks your nipple into his mouth, the pace of his cock pushing into you not letting up whatsoever.

It’s your turn to moan embarrassingly loud now, your eyes squeezing shut as you feel heat pool in your lower stomach. He’s far too preoccupied with sucking on your tits to notice, but once he does, he nips at the sensitive skin of your breast.

“I thought we were looking each other in the eyes this time,” he says, leaning up to press a kiss on your cheek. And when you open your eyes, he smiles. “Thaaat’s more like it, pretty.”

You return the smile, but not for long. Another moan rips through you, your forehead moving to rest on his, though you keep your eyes open.

“I… ‘m gonna cum,” you choke out, earning a chaste kiss from him.

He nods. “Let me have it, baby. Need you.”

And it’s not like you had a choice in the matter. You’re shaking in his lap as your orgasm washes over you, another airy moan leaving your swollen lips as you find your release on his cock.

“So perfect, so beautiful,” he coos, leaning forward to kiss you again, slowing the pace of his hips down as he fucks you through your high. “Mhm, so sweet for me too.”

A soft whine leaves his lips as he pulls out of you. You watch as his hand strokes along his cock, a guttural sound leaving his mouth as he paints his own stomach with thick, white ropes of cum.

He pants as he keeps his eyes on yours, leaning forward to press another kiss to your cheek. You lean into his touch while your other hand threads into his hair.

“Well, won’t you look at that. Guess you’re your own muse after all,” you joke, giving him a suggestive wink. “Y’know, since you painted your own—”

“Mhm, I got the joke, gorgeous,” he deadpans, leaning in to press a kiss on your lips. “You’re just hilarious, aren’t you?”

“…Yeah, I think I’m pretty funny.”

note. helloooooo! i really enjoyed writing this lol, i like the lightheartedness of it all. i might write a pt2 for the hell of it buuuuut i hope you enjoyed reading <3 all interactions are greatly appreciated :)))

[lumosinlove]

Write Me In

Part Five

~

His office felt weird. New York felt weird. Even being with Cassie felt weird. Leo was so groggy in his real life that sometimes, when he was washing his face or sitting in a meeting or grabbing a bagel for lunch, he wondered if he had just been sleeping that whole time with Finn and Logan. He wouldn’t put it past himself to dream up something like that. Leave it to him to think making dinner for two of the biggest names in the music industry was a daydream. And the kissing, of course, but he spent far more time thinking about salt water in Finn’s hair and the way Logan looked walking around the markets. It was all smeared gold in his mind. And then there were the dirty dreams which he kept accidentally thinking about in meetings.

The article was going to lead this month’s issue, which meant it would come out right as Finn and Logan started up their tour again. A crew was being sent out to Nice for the cover shoot and Leo had been so jealous when he found out that he’d had to excuse himself from the meeting for a moment. He missed them. He probably scrolled through their messages too much.

The thread started when Leo had settled into a cab and opened the app to text them that he’d landed, only to find an incoming FaceTime call interrupting him. Leo had saved their numbers under their initials—as if that would really fool anyone. So, when Finn’s first FaceTime had popped up, he’d been more than surprised to find difficult little rock star calling him instead, complete with a photo that Finn seemed to have taken himself—him and Logan basking in the sun, hair wet from the ocean and cheeks smushed together.

Leo had answered with, “and what’s Logan saved under then?”

Finn had just grinned and ran off screen—presumably to grab Logan’s phone because a second later, Leo got a text of !! from grumpy<3

Leo figured that was subtle enough to keep. He’d pushed his headphones into his ears and let Finn’s voice fill his head as the city rose up and greeted him in its sunset.

Somehow, without so much as a ripple, talking to them had started feeling like talking to old friends. Once a day. Twice a day. Photographs of their lunches and messy work spaces in between. When Leo received his fist voice memo, he’d had to lock himself in the bathroom at work and breathe a few times before hitting play.

“Hi, Le,” Finn’s voice said. “Okay—we’re writing today. Lo, hello, say hi.”

“Hi, hey,” Logan said, then let out a wicked cough. “Sorry, Finn made me do one of those ginger shots and I’m in hell.”

Leo covered his laugh with his hand.

“Shut up, it’s good for you,” Finn replied. “Okay, anyway. So, this is called—oh, I’m gonna be on the piano. But this is—and I’m gonna try to play it straight through.”

“Stop interrupting yourself,” Logan said, then it sounded like he got closer to Finn’s phone. “It’s called Neon Signs and it’s off of the new album, and we know your editor wanted you to hear one more song for the piece so—ouais. Go, Finn.”

“I was going to say I’m on the piano and on the album it’s also piano. So. There.” He laughed and played a few chords. “Okay. It’s about one of the times when we almost got together, but we didn’t. We were at a bar that we weren’t old enough for.”

“And Finn got us stuck outside because they wouldn’t let us back in,” Logan said.

“Fool them once, and all that,” Finn cut in.

“It was freezing.” Logan’s voice, then a pause. “And I kissed him.”

“Again,” Finn said, laughing. “Anyway, spoilers. Here we go.”

There were a few seconds of dead air. Just Finn breathing. Leo pressed his headphones against his ears and kicked up his volume in time to hear Logan whisper something in French and Finn hush him.

I wanted you to meet me outside.

We’re not old enough to drink, no, not quite.

And leaving this bar means risking getting stuck out in the cold.

But I said ‘follow me’ you said ‘all right.’

Pulling up your hood against the frost bite.

And now that we’re here, there are too many things I want you to know.

But somehow I can tell tonight is not when you’ll be told

That just the look of you beneath that neon sign

Sure is something to behold…

It’s soft and blue…

Like me and you…

Maybe I’ll do this forever,

Only kiss me when it’s snowing.

Cause at least it isn’t never,

Though I can’t see where we’re going.

If only that light from that neon sign

Made you see me

Just as brightly

Oh God

Where’s my,

Neon,

Bar sign?

One that you can read.

Put it over me.

Bathe me in signals and the arrows pointing where I want to lead.

“Oh,” Leo said softly to himself—reacting to the lyrics, but also to Finn’s piano. It was a meandering, sad tune. As if even the music wasn’t sure what its next note would be. The song took them out of winter next and through to summer. Into humidity, and strings lights and patios and dorm rooms, sweltering with the door closed and no AC. A goodbye—was this them going to college? And it was Logan singing. Fall and desperate for something to last. Finn fumbled a little on the piano, cursed softly, and despite the next sad lyric, Leo could hear Logan smiling. Instead walked into my own past. You’re sitting on the bed and I’ve never felt less or more alone.

Leo listened to it four times. It was hypnotizing. Yes, he knew the story. He’d been given the precious task of telling the story—but they were telling it, too.

Meanwhile, the article was going through drafts and drafts. He’d fought hard to keep the section about Logan’s market in. His editor hadn’t seen the relevance, and maybe Leo’s relevance wasn’t entirely music-based, but those markets were in the songs. Maybe not in so many words, but Logan was as gentle as his voice could be when he was there. He stood still in that space, listening to the rhythm and thrum of the people around him.

Sending cover shoot to you without me :/ Leo typed out.

Finn replied almost instantly: I’ll refuse to pose until you arrive.

Then Logan: I will lock them out.

Ha, Leo wrote.

No Ha. It’s my house.

I’m at the office—in the final meeting for the article. He thought for a second, then smiled as he typed out. Everyone’s so happy for you.

You are coming to our first show, Logan typed out, and then a few seconds later, ? accompanied it, as if Finn had forced it out of him.

I’m coming to a show. Not sure when yet, Leo said. I’m on another project and have to finish it up before—

His eye caught on his phone’s clock. Jesus. He’d been in here for ten minutes texting like a teenager between classes. Before what? Before I can come back to you. Before I can come home, before I can come back because I miss you.

The thrill that came from being able to know he missed them because he knew them was strong.

—before I can make it, he finished. Have to go back to meeting now

Finn sent him five rows or pink hearts, Logan said, we miss you, and Leo sat back down in his meeting with a smile on his face that earned him weird looks. Cassie stared at him until someone asked her a question.

~

“Okay, so you’re gonna spill all your beans now.” Cassie jabbed him gently with her fork at lunch. “Like. Right now.”

“I don’t have beans.” Leo tilted his bowl to her. “This is my mama’s chicken salad recipe. Want some?”

Cassie groaned. “Just tell me why you’re grinning at your phone like an idiot every chance you get!”

“I’m not.”

“You are, you are.”

“I’m not, I’m not.”

“Yes, yeah, yeah, yeah.” Cassie grabbed onto his arm. “Tell me.”

“I’m excited for them,” Leo said. “That’s all. I’ve always looked up to them, and this is a big deal.

“So we are talking about Finn and Logan?”

Leo froze, caught. “Oh.”

It wasn’t his fault. They filled every little space of his mind. And if there was somewhere they couldn’t reach, they pressed up against that part, all warm and insistent.

Cassie threw her head back and squealed. “Leo. Tell me, tell me—”

“Oh-ho my God, they kissed me.”

Cassie stared at him, voice cutting off. Leo slapped his hands over his own mouth.

“You don’t know that,” Leo said quickly, just as Cassie made a soft, breathy sort of screeching sound.

“Wh-at?” she set her fork down with exaggerated precision. “What did you just say?”

Leo glanced around the courtyard they were in, but they were alone. In the shade, sun dappling down on them, and alone.

“They?” Cassie’s hand on his sleeve twisted the fabric. “They kissed you?”

He hadn’t meant to say a word, but the knowledge was like a fire inside of him. Being wanted like this. Being wanted by them.

Cassie started laughing, surprised and delighted. “Leo.”

“Yeah, they—apparently, um.” Leo shook his head. He didn’t even know how to say this. “They’ve been tracking my career since I just had the blog, and we were out by the fire pit and we almost—but we didn’t. And then we talked and I told them about Jack—sort of.”

Cassie’s blue eyes went wide at that, but she stayed quiet.

“And they sort of got why I was saying no.”

“You said no?”

“At first, at first.” Leo pushed his lunch away and dropped his voice. “Okay, okay, okay, sworn to secrecy.”

She squealed again through a shut mouth and hit him repeatedly in the arm.

“So, Nice,” Leo said. “Logan’s house.”

“Yeah, fuck you, by the way, meant nicely but with jealousy.”

“Yeah, yeah, yeah, I know. But, so that night happened where they made the move a bit—”

“What does that even mean?”

“Mm, hard to explain. They were actually—” Leo’s laugh interrupted his words. “They were so bad at it.”

“Finn O’Hara is bad at making the moves?”

“Only when he means it, apparently.”

Cassie’s waved him on. “Okay, more, I need more.”

“So, we talked it out at the markets.”

“Ah. That’s why you like those sections so much. It’s all coming together.”

“Shut up.”

“And they kissed you there?”

“No,” Leo said. “Logan kissed me, just once, and um…” Leo bit back a grin. “And then later, Finn. Mostly because—I mean we said we’d take it slow and Logan was just keeping that promise, but I may have lost some resolve with Finn because—fuck, because.”

“He’s Finn O’Hara,” Cassie said. “I think ‘fuck, because’ is a fine reason.”

“And that’s when he said they want me to come back once I’m off their project. I mean, I know I have the follow up piece but…then I’ll be done.”

Cassie had her chin in her palm, the way she sometimes did when she was thinking. “Holy shit.”

“Yeah.”

“Wow.”

“Yeah.”

She sat up straight. “Both…of them?”

Leo opened his mouth, closed it, opened it again. “Honestly, I haven’t been even…feeling strange about that. Is that weird?”

“No,” Cassie said, shaking her head. “I mean, not if it’s working. You’re not, like…jealous?”

“No,” Leo answered. It was the truth. “I know I probably should be.”

“They are basically high school sweethearts,” Cassie said. “Like, this article, the way you describe them…That’s soulmate shit right there. I don’t mean you don’t fit with them, I’m just…”

“I know where you’re coming from, but…” Leo sighed, smiling. “And I went there, too, but it’s just not like that. I like the way they are together. The way they treat each other. I like it as much as I like the way the are with me.”

“Holy shit,” Cassie said, then laughed. “Oh man.” She pushed her lunch aside in favor of pulling her laptop out of her bag. “Holy shit, holy shit, which show do you want? Which show, Le, I want to book that all out right fucking now.”

“It’s one night.”

“Yeah, well, it’s gonna be a hell of a night.”

Leo reached forward and grasped her hand. “Don’t even joke about that with me, I’m a wreck.”

“Yeah, well, you need all the help you can get. You were there for, what, three weeks, and you just kissed?”

“I am—”

“No, I commend you, cowboy, you just have eons more willpower than I do.” She raised her eyebrows at him. “Now, which show?”

Leo had been thinking about it. Of course he’d been thinking about it. He pictured them in different cities. Walking different streets. But, in the end, there was no question. Leo wanted to be where they had figured everything out. Maybe they’d figure out each other, too.

“Italy,” Leo said. “I want Italy.”

~

He was nervous to see them, that was for sure. Cassie always followed through on her work quickly, but Leo felt like he had blinked through being home before he was staring down at an empty suitcase again. Italy. Milan. It would be warm. He’d be there for a week. Something casual for the shows. Something nice for press events. Something comfortable for…mornings? He stared in his underwear drawer for too long. When was the last time he’d had to care what he looked like in his underwear, much less what his underwear looked like. That turned into staring at his t-shirts for too long, only to pick up his Heartthrob O’Hara t-shirtand fold it into his suitcase. Then he sat on the edge of his bed and googled Logan Tremblay t-shirt. They weren’t that good. Grainy photos just plastered on fabric. He typed in Night Swimming lyric t-shirt. There were hundreds, but Leo had fun scrolling. He’d probably added too many things to his cart when he finally found what he was looking for. The shirt was white with four words in forest green on it.

OH MY

GREEN EYES

Leo bit back a smile and ordered it to be delivered tomorrow.

The next night, he was cooking dinner and squinting at his iPad, when the recipe webpage disappeared in favor of an incoming call.

“Milan?” Logan asked when Leo answered.

“Yep,” Leo said. He leaned his elbows on the counter. “Is that okay?”

“That’s longer,” Logan said.

“I know,” Leo sighed. “But it’s when I’m in between projects and can write your follow up.”

Finn mirrored his position, squeezing into the frame beside Logan. “Why don’t you come here right now? I’ll write you a note, get you out of school. Photoshoot tomorrow, you can watch us kiss on camera.” Finn snuck a hand out to grab Logan’s chin when he wasn’t looking and turned his face to kiss him, even if Logan was smiling too much to make it last.

Leo leaned forward. “I…As tempting as that is...”

“I liked it when we were your job,” Finn shot back. “You were around all the time.”

“Oh yeah? Not me,” Leo said. Finn blinked, and Leo fought a smile because he’d got him. “Kissing subjects is…”

“Fun?” Finn said. “A right we may exclusively reserve?”

Logan looked over at him with a smile and Leo was tempted to take a screenshot. He didn’t know how that would go over. He’d never taken a photograph of them himself. He knew that spooked some celebrities. In the beginning, he’d thought he’d die if he offended them. He still felt like that a bit.

“Shut up,” Logan said to Finn. “We don’t want to be Leo’s subjects.”

“I was kidding.”

“Listen,” Leo said. “It’s a right you can reserve, I’d just prefer you do it as you and not as Night Swimming.”

“Deal,” Finn said. He put his palm over the camera briefly, as if they had shaken on it. “What are you doing?”

“I’m cooking dinner.” Leo said, mimicking Finn’s sing-song—and then realized he’d basically just sung in front of Finn and tried to forget about it. “What are you doing?”

“Waiting for you to come back,” Logan said.

Leo arched a brow. “To cook you dinner?”

“Non,” Logan laughed. He rested his chin on a palm, and Leo got basically an entire screen full of those green eyes looking over—him, he realized. Logan’s gaze darted over his face like he could do it for hours. “Other things.”

Heat washed over him, and Leo bit his lip. “Hmm…Play me more songs?”

“Can do, Sunshine,” Finn said.

They kept him company while he finished cleaning up, taking him through the packet they’d been sent concerning their photoshoot tomorrow.

“We’re doing it down by the sea,” Finn said. He was lounging on the couch, Logan at his feet holding a cup of tea. “And some house shots.” He tapped the leather couch. “Probably right here. Or the kitchen…Well, if it’s the kitchen, I know what I’ll be thinking about.”

Leo laughed as he shut his dishwasher. “Yeah, that kitchen gets a lot of action when I’m there.”

“Not when I’m there,” Logan said.

“Don’t worry, baby,” Finn said, running his fingers through Logan’s hair. “We’ve got a pretty good track record in Italy, don’t we?”

~

Leo didn’t sleep much that night. He usually didn’t before a flight. Something about the anticipation. Not that this was bad anticipation. He let himself drift and think, rather than fall and worry. Still awake, but lighter. The story was out of his hands now, gone to turn into paper and ink. He would write his follow up, but then…

Just three people, Finn had said. Just three people.

On his nightstand, his phone lit up his dark ceiling. Leo turned his head. There weren’t many people who could get through his Do Not Disturb. Part of him got nervous, wondering if something was wrong, and he propped himself up on an elbow quickly, pulling the phone off its charger.

you’re awake

Three words, soft as a whisper. From Logan. Just Logan.

A moment later came the ?

Leo rolled onto his back, grinning.

are you spying on me somehow?

Finn said you have trouble sleeping, came the reply.

I do sometimes, Leo sent. And then, do you not like question marks or something?

I just thought I was right

Leo laughed out loud, all to himself.

well, I am awake.

are you okay? Logan asked.

Yeah. Just thinking.

A bit of a pause, just long enough to make Leo bite his lip.

about what?

Leo typed his reply out slowly, carefully. Savoring getting to say these words. Getting more than one kiss from you.

An immediate reply. maybe I won’t ruin it this time

Leo smiled. I think the last thing you did was ruin it.

:)

God. Smiley faces from Logan Tremblay.

go to sleep so you get here faster, Logan wrote. or just get here now.

Job—remember?

:(

Leo laughed again. I do have a surprise for you when I get there.

what is it? Logan asked immediately.

“Classic,” Leo whispered to himself, but just sent a smiley in return. Then, after a moment’s thought—

goodnight, green eyes

~

The article, when it came out, was hot as lightning. The photographs were gorgeous. Natural. They turned into each other like puzzle pieces, dressed in the muted, gentle browns of the house, and then the bright jewels of green and blue. But it was the opening show that came after it that caused the storm.

Leo didn’t get a single bit of work done—but neither did Cassie, so it was fine. He had never watched a grainy live stream closer and made Cassie go out and get him lunch so he didn’t have to get up. He brought his phone to the bathroom with him. He’d never refreshed Twitter so many times to find new photographs and videos. Finn, getting a pride flag thrown up to him at one point. The moments when they shared the microphone now sometimes ended in a kiss. A kiss. Leo was laughing and choked up all at once. Logan’s hat said rouge.

“Is there a reason you didn’t choose that show?” Cassie asked.

He’d thought about it. Being there. He could have gotten out of work—not in a I’m sort of kind of dating them and suddenly I miss them every second please let me go way but in a…this is important for the follow up way. But. He hadn’t. Somehow, he couldn’t bring himself to.

“This is a long time coming for them,” Leo said carefully, and found it true. “This is something they thought they’d never have. It’s theirs. And I wanted them to have it more than anything.”

Cassie’s eyes softened. She’d wrapped her arms around him and squeezed. “They better know how lucky they are if they’re getting you.”

Leo smiled and tilted their heads together, turning back to the show.

“Well, fuck,” Finn’s voice echoed through the stadium as he sat down at the piano. “You guys know what song’s coming by now, I guess.”

Rooftop, Leo thought, and shushed Cassie so harshly that she rolled her eyes and knocked him lightly on the shoulder.

Logan was still on stage, though, and getting up from behind his set. Leo’s heart leapt right into his throat.

“Something’s happening,” Leo said. “Something’s happening.”

“You shush,” Cassie said.

“Or at least you thought you did,” Finn said, then leaned back and laughed, the microphone barely catching it over the answering cheers. Logan crossed the stage, taking his time. Finn made room for him on the piano bench seat and Logan slotted perfectly against his side.

“No, look,” Finn played a few chords. “Rooftop has a special place in my heart, but it’s no part of tonight. Tonight…” He looked at Logan. “Tonight how about a little duet, Tremblay?”

Leo knew these chords. He loved these chords. And now, he could think of the lyrics that were about to come. They were probably some of the first words written about both of them letting themselves have each other…It was perfect. The crowd knew the song, too, and they were manic when Logan started playing the piano’s lower register, almost like a bass to Finn’s higher, softer melody.

A crew member brought out a second microphone and fixed it over the piano. Logan thanked him with a nod, and leaned in.

“You should have seen Finn trying to teach me piano,” his voice echoed.

Leo leaned closer to the screen. “Oh my God.”

Cassie sorted. “You’re so smitten.”

“They’re playing Keep.” 

“Yes, I know, I am a fan, too!”

I see you in the morning staring out over the waves.

I find I don’t need my instincts, never thought I’d see the day.

I could just roll over, yeah, I could close my eyes,

Cause I don’t have to grasp at glimpses, no, I’ve got my whole life.

I’ll tell anyone who asks, 

“Harmony, harmony,” Cassie said, imitating Leo’s accent.

Leo wrapped an arm around her shoulders and put his palm over her mouth. But she was right. The harmony, Logan joining in on the chorus, was exquisite.

I’ll show anyone who wants to see.

Like sea glass, or pebbles found on the beach.

Oh God, look at what I get to keep.

I’ll hold it as long as my breath lasts.

I’ll say it in all the languages they speak.

Like histories or songs sung while out at sea,

Hey Sunshine, what do you say you keep me?

Cassie made a strangled noise before Leo could. She pulled Leo’s hand away from her mouth.

“Sunshine? He just—They just changed the lyrics,” Cassie said. She got her arms around Leo’s waist and shrieked, making everyone in the office look at them. “He changed the lyrics.”

Leo was going to melt into his keyboard. Or cry? No. He was going to love them.

“I see you in the kitchen just before we go to sleep—” Finn gave his head a little, sharp shake, smiling, and when he looked up, Leo saw that he was crying, unable to sing through it. The crowd filled in. I find I don’t need my instincts, you are mine to keep.

Leo touched his lips lightly. Leo wouldn’t forget that sound, the stadium singing for them like that, even through a video. Not ever. He wouldn’t forget the feeling of knowing how much Finn and Logan deserved it. And how much he wanted them to have this. And how sweet is was when Logan played the last note, Finn wrapping an arm around him and pressing a lingering kiss to his temple, and Logan catching Finn’s tears with a gentle hand.

Finn found one of the stadium cameras, touched a hand to his mouth, and held it out.

Oh God, Leo was going to really love them.

~

Leo could feel the change in the air the moment he stepped of his airplane. Humid, but light. He rolled up the sleeves of his button-down and put his sunglasses on as he stepped into the warm afternoon. He was a little groggy from his flight, but not too bad. He was hungry, though, and in desperate need of a coffee—which he was most certainly in the right place for.

“Mr. Knut?”

Leo turned, pulling his suitcase up to his side. A man was standing there, sleek in a light gray suit and a driver’s cap. He had a neatly tripped gray beard, kind eyes, and a light British accent.

“Yes?” Leo said. “Oh, are you—”

“Mr. Tremblay’s driver, yes. Ralph, it’s a pleasure.” Ralph motioned towards his suitcase. “Might I take care of that for you, sir, on the way to the car?”

“Oh, no, that’s all right,” Leo said. “But thank you. It’s nice enough of him to send you to get me. Very kind.”

“Yes, he was very keen. This way, sir.”

Leo followed him the short distance to the car park, remarking on the weather just because he wasn’t used to being called sir. Ralph was kind about it, offering small talk right back. The car was shiny and black, the windows so dark and opaque that Leo guessed that was why Logan used it. He stored his suitcase and laptop bag and stuttered around Ralph opening his door for him.

“Oh, wow—thanks so much.”

“Of course, sir.”

Leo slid into the smooth, leather seat. The whole car smelled new. There was a water bottle waiting for him in the door side pocket, nestled into a tortoise shell cup holder. Leo took his sunglasses off just as the door shut—

And then someone was grabbing onto his shirt and tugging. An insistent, warm mouth covered his, swallowing Leo’s sound of surprise.

Logan. The warm, pine scent of him. The feeling of canvas when Leo made to touch his hair. The weight of him swinging a leg over Leo’s lap. Callouses on his hands where they smoothed up Leo’s neck.

“Hello,” Leo gasped. “Fuck.”

“Hi.” Logan barely said the word before he was kissing him again. Leo had to let his head rest back against the seat he was so dizzy with it. His mouth probably tasted sour, he was probably sweaty, maybe he even smelled from the plane, but Logan didn’t seem to care.

“Where’s—”

“Sound check,” Logan gasped, and then he had Leo’s bottom lip gently between his teeth, pulling and letting go. “He’ll be at the hotel by the time we get there.”

“You don’t need—your sound checked?”

“I need this.”

From his place on Leo’s lap, Logan put a hand on the ceiling. For a moment, Leo wondered what the hell he was in for in the back of this car, but Logan’s fingers found a button that he pushed and up a partition between them and Ralph began to rise.

“Hotel, sir?” Ralph asked as the sheet rose.

“Merci,” Logan confirmed, and then the partition cut them off in a muffled, tinted-window bubble of their own making and Logan’s hungry green eyes were all Leo was left with.

Their breathing sounded loud to Leo’s ears. He got his first good look at Logan. White t-shirt, black cotton shorts. Green hat, backwards. Tan, gorgeous, just like Leo remembered him, but even more real. A small scratch on his cheek from somewhere. He’d cut himself shaving on his chin, a little red dot. Leo reached up and took off his hat, letting his bangs fall forward in their gentle waves. They were pretty light from all the sunshine.

“Can he…” Leo whispered. “Can Ralph hear us?”

Slowly, Logan shook his head.

Leo reached up and tucked his fingers through Logan’s hair. He could have lived off of the way Logan’s eyes slipped closed. “How long is the drive?”

“Thirty minutes.”

“Hm.”

Logan’s smile looked like one of his soft, lulling songs. “What does that mean?”

Leo didn’t answer. He’d been taken by surprise, but that was fading now. All it left behind was want and relief. For now, he was done with the distance and the florescent lights of his office. He was back in Logan’s arms.

Thirty minutes felt like five. Logan’s soft sounds filled him right up as Leo kissed his neck—that was when Ralph’s gentle knock from the driver’s seat came. Leo broke off, startled. His mouth felt puffy—and good. Logan’s warm weight felt like the only thing holding him together.

“Ouais,” Logan called. “One moment.”

As Logan leaned their foreheads together, the world filtered back in. Leo became aware of the sound of a crowd outside, and had to laugh.

“Are we about to be photographed?”

“Probably a little,” Logan said. “It’s okay. You wouldn’t believe how many times Finn and I have had this happen.”

“What, got a little heavy in the car?”

Logan grinned, ducking to kiss Leo again. “Mhm.”

“That’s…” Really hot.

Logan slid off his lap, back to his side. They both spent a moment trying to pull themselves together. Logan would have to get out first, which made Leo feel a little better.

“They’ll bring your bags to the room,” Logan said. He slipped on a pair of sunglasses. “Ready?”

Hands banged against the windows, making Leo jump. There were some chants of Finn’s name, along with Logan’s, and Leo realized they didn’t know who was in the car. “I—yeah.” The room. “I think so.”

Logan considered him for a moment, then took off his own hat and placed it, bill forward, on Leo’s head.

“Oh,” Leo said. “Do I look—”

“You look how I want you to look. Merde, I want Finn to see you.” Logan grinned. “But it may be a bit much for a photo.”

Leo reached up and touched the hat. It was green and had said the word LOVE on it. That was a story Leo wanted to write. Logan could say a lot with his hats. There were whole twitter accounts dedicated to the way he hinted at future songs or albums with what was on his hat.

LOVE. Leo was wearing the word love.

“I know I shouldn’t hold your hand quite yet,” Logan began, trailing off.

Leo laughed. “That would spark some wild rumors.”

Logan looked at him over the rim of his glasses, the shadow making his green eyes bright. “Stay close to me, okay?” He popped the car door and the sound of the crowd doubled, frenzied, screaming, yearning. “Stay close.”

Leo could hear his own heartbeat. He could feel it in his throat. He did want to hold Logan’s hand. “I will.”

And Leo experienced the cameras and fans from an entirely different view. He’d followed Finn and Logan around. He’d never walked with them, not like this. Not side by side in a way that signaled to everyone he was with them.

He stuck close to Logan’s back, as promised. He caught some curious looks, felt phone cameras trained on him. The sun was bright and he was very glad for Logan’s hat. He tried to take it in, if for nothing further than that this was the biggest crowd he’d ever followed a star through from this close, but it was over in a flash. They were in a cool hotel lobby, marble and stone, and a smiling woman, motioning them to the elevator. Logan’s two security guards got in with them.

The sudden silence was loud. Logan took his sunglasses off, casually folding them into his shirt and leaning back against the wall as they rose.

“Here we go, Tremz,” one of the guards said, fist bumping Logan as he passed him through the open doors. “See you tonight. Remind Finn the dinner res he asked for is at eight-thirty.”

“Thanks, Paul.” Logan looked back from the hallway. “Leo?”

“Sorry,” Leo said and strode forward. “Thanks—Thanks, Paul.”

Paul was a massive guy, but when he smiled he looked like a teddy bear. “You got it, man.”

There was only one door on this hallway, right in front of them with a large brass knocker, and no sooner had the elevator shut than did it swing open to reveal Finn—sweaty, in a soft looking gray t-shirt and running shorts, and grinning.

“Jesus,” Logan said. “You scared me.”

“I heard the ding,” Finn said cheerfully.

He was looking right at Leo. Leo drew Logan’s hat off, trying to catch his breath.

“There were crowds,” Logan said, as if explaining.

“Yeah,” Leo said. “Are you guys famous or something?”

Finn ignored the joke. He walked right up to Leo, wrapped him up in his arms, and held on tight. Leo had maybe been expecting a kiss—probably something a tad more obvious than Logan’s sneak-attack. But the hug was better. Finn was warm. He smelled like sweat and sunscreen from being on stage.

“Hi,” Finn whispered in his ear. He pulled back, holding Leo’s cheek briefly, then gently tweaked a curl of Leo’s blond hair. “Hi, Sunshine.”

Leo covered Finn’s hand, turning his mouth against it. “Hi.”

“Come here,” Finn said, laughing. “Come in.”

“Ouais.” Logan put a hand low on Leo’s back, guiding him through the suite door. “Where’s my surprise?”

“What surprise?” Finn asked as the door shut behind them. Sure enough, Leo’s bags were waiting there, neatly side-by-side near the small kitchen.

“Not till later,” Leo said.

Logan narrowed his eyes. “How later?”

“Tomorrow later.”

Logan huffed.

Finn came up behind him, pressing a small cup into his hand. Espresso.

“Oh, how did you know?” Leo sipped it down easily. Hot and slightly sweet with sugar.

“You’re in Italy,” Finn said. Next he was wrapping an arm around Leo’s waist. “You understand that if it’s a physical surprise, he’s going to dig through your luggage?”

Leo toyed with his delicate espresso cup.“Not if I say not to.”

Finn’s chin hooked over his shoulder. Leo could feel his laugh against his skin. His strong chest against his back. His hips— “You think he’ll listen to you?”

They both regarded Logan, who was still glaring at them—and glancing at Leo’s suitcase.

“I think he will.”

“Hm,” Finn said, and Leo felt a kiss land on his neck. “I think you’re right.” Another kiss to the exact same spot. Over a mark Logan had made? “I see someone has already gotten to you.”

“I was accosted in the car,” Leo said.

“Classic.”

Logan just rolled his eyes and began dragging Leo’s suitcase into another room.

By that night, the fans who didn’t read up on their music stories had already figured out who he was. Leo Knut—last seen on the road writing the coming out piece on Night Swimming. Sure enough, Twitter was full of wearing Lo’s hat wearing Lo’s hat???

“Ooh, you’re so undercover,” Finn commented when he glimpsed Leo’s phone once they were back in the car, speeding through the night on the way to dinner. “They don’t know what’s coming for them.”

Leo clicked his phone off even as Cassie texted nice hat. He looked at Logan, at a purplish bruise Leo had left on his neck. “No, they really don’t.”

Logan covered the mark with his palm and grinned out the window. Leo laughed, looking, too, then paused.

“Hey, are we leaving the city?”

“Yep,” Finn said.

“Where?” Logan asked.

Finn shrugged exaggeratedly. He’d changed into a dark blue button down, light slacks, and pretty brown leather shoes that Leo badly wanted a pair of. He’d pushed a dark green button down towards Logan, dark trousers, and white, pristine sneakers. He’d taken one look at Leo and told him he was perfect, but Leo had showered and changed anyway. Dusty red shirt. He’d followed Finn’s lead and left the collar loose.

Logan kicked at Finn from his seat across from the both of them. Finn just stuck his tongue out and took Leo’s hand across the console between them. Leo stared at it for a moment. Finn’s pale fingers that would be playing a guitar to thousands of people tomorrow were right there wrapped up in his own.

“Where?” Logan insisted.

“Jesus, Lo, can neither of us try and surprise you? I know you found all your presents as a kid, but you’re not finding the ones I give you.” Finn dropped a wink. “I’ll give it to you when I decide.”

Apparently where was a castle. Literally a castle. Soft lights flooded up the old stones to reveal turrets and archways. A man in a tuxedo was waiting for them at the entrance. They were given champagne in thin, airy glasses and leave to roam the lit gardens before their dinner was served. The air was mild, but the feeling of Finn and Logan at his shoulders was better. Finn had something to say about every flower, every piece of architecture, as if he had studied up for this night. They ate dinner under the stars, watching fireflies dart through the greenery.

It wasn’t until they had been served an array of desserts and left truly alone that Leo thought to bring up the article and how they were doing—it was different to ask without a screen between them.

“We’re so good,” Finn said. He looked at Logan, who nodded. Finn wrapped an arm around Logan’s chair, scooting it closer to his. Leo watched him lean into him. His brown eyes flickered to Leo even as his lips brushed Logan’s skin. “Lo?”

“Ouais, I…” Logan gave up on words and tucked his face into Finn’s neck, laughing.

Leo leaned back in his chair, glad the table let him stretch his still plane-cramped legs out under the table. “It’s so nice to see you up there. Really. I can’t wait for tomorrow. You just look so…free.”

“We feel free,” Finn said. “And it’s thanks to you.” He held out a hand across the linen tablecloth and, after a moment, Leo took it. “How are you, Le?”

Leo let out a slow breath, watching the way Finn’s thumb tracked across his knuckles. “I’m…” He laughed a little. “That’s quite a question. Really quite a question.”

Logan laughed, and when Leo realized he was laughing at him, he threw a sugar coated almond at him in a neat arc across the table—which lost all its effect when Logan caught it in his mouth.

“Non, seriously.” Logan leaned more into Finn’s side. “Leo?”

Leo looked around them. They both had a knack for finding these slices of paradise. Though, lately it had been feeling like any where they were was heaven, even his own kitchen.

“Being on tour with you was wonderful,” Leo answered. “And Nice was, of course, perfect. So beautiful…God, this is beautiful.”

“Why am I sensing a but?” Finn asked, brows drawn together. Logan looked downright nervous.

Leo shook his head, bringing his other hand to hold Finn’s as well. “No. Well, yes, but not like that.”

They both looked at him expectantly. Patiently.

“You’ve been sweet in waiting for me. And honest about wanting me.”

“We fumbled and recovered,” Finn said.

“We do want you,” Logan said earnestly.

“Well, I…I hope so,” Leo said softly. Finn’s hand tightened around his.

“Yeah?” Finn whispered.

Leo nodded. Logan couldn’t quite reach with the angle, but he reached for Leo, too, hand on Finn’s wrist.

“It’s been—what? A week and a half of video calls? You know all these glorious places are amazing, but when we’re just sitting around…I mean, when we’re just talking… Or you’re watching me wash dishes, do laundry. And I start to feel like…”

He felt the words well in his throat like tears as he looked between them. He understood Cassie’s hesitation. He understood his own hesitation. He’d been nervous that he’d come back and something would have changed. Like adrenaline leaving the system. But it hadn’t.

“I’ve never not known how to be without someone before,” Leo said. “But you make me feel like I don’t remember how to be alone.”

Finn’s smile was tearful and Leo realized he felt a little like that, too, even as Finn leaned forward and kissed him. It dissolved into a laugh, into kiss to his cheek. A piece of silverware clattered to the ground as Finn tugged Leo’s chair closer and hugged him as best he could.

“Rouge, you’re pulling the table cloth, the table—” Logan’s voice came, laughing. Leo heard his chair scoot back and then there was another pair of arms around Leo’s neck, Logan leaning over the back of his chair. He managed a sloppy kiss to Leo’s mouth, despite the angle.

Leo closed his eyes and held on. He waited for Finn to make him laugh. Or Logan to say something in French. But they stayed quiet, surprising him. He peeked one eye open, only to see that Finn, whose forehead was pressed against Leo’s temple, had his eyes closed, too. Leo didn’t dare move him to try and get at Logan, but the content sigh he felt against his neck was enough to go on for him. Wind whistled through the trees around them, bring the smell of some sweet flower. Leo closed his eyes again and leaned back into Logan’s shoulder and Finn’s arm. It was like a blanket, their quiet. They’d been more serene than he’d expected from the beginning—puzzles, dinner, reading, morning runs. This was something deeper. It was as if something unhappy had finally been able to settle for them, too. The questions were still there. How will this work? What will people think? But they were muted and far off.

They looked up at footsteps on the patio, only to find a surprised waiter holding a pitcher of water.

“Ah,” the waiter said. “Pardon me. Uh…”

“Hi,” Finn said, only lifting his head. “Yeah, we’ll take the check.”

~

They laughed about it on the car ride home, the waiter’s face. Speeding through dark hills, and then streets still filled with chatter and light. Leo watched out the window as they slowed in narrower streets. It gave him a glimpses of passing faces. Laughing, eating, kissing.

Finn’s hand pressed to his thigh. “Are you composing sentences right now? I think you are.”

Leo looked over at him. “Maybe. And you?”

“I’ve been watching you two write in your heads for the last ten minutes,” Logan said. He’d stretched his legs out so their feet slotted together in the car space between them.

“Well, no one got on my lap, I had to do something to pass the time,” Leo said, squeezing one of Logan’s ankles between his own.

Logan just looked at him with bright eyes. “I don’t want to have to stop.”

Leo let his head fall back against the seat and he put his hand over Finn’s. “You just deal with that every day?”

“All day,” Finn said. “You don’t even want to know the things he says to me before we go on stage.” Finn laughed and scooted over in his seat, pressing right up against Leo’s side. “Actually, you probably do.”

No one was waiting at the hotel this time. There were no bright flashes to catch what Leo was sure was an intense flush on his cheeks. They stayed close in the elevator, their security shaking their heads at how giddy they probably sounded—all that content silence had bubbled into talking over each other and far too loud laughter. Finn fumbled a little with the hotel key, but then they were inside the suite and met with a blast of AC. Finn went to turn it down, but Logan got his hands on Leo’s waist and pulled until Leo had him pinned right up against the side of the entrance hall.

“This is how I first met you,” Leo said, staring down at him. He traced a hand under Logan’s jaw and watched the way he bared his neck for more. “I was so surprised. And you were so beautiful. And also you literally did not stop making out with Finn which was, like, okay then.”

Finn’s laugh reached them. “I asked him that after you left. I was like, how long was he standing there actually? And he wouldn’t tell me.”

“What’d you want, Lo?” Leo whispered, leaning down to kiss him softly. “Me to walk in ready to go right then?”

“Non, I wanted to see if you thought I was hot,” Logan said, then laughed as Leo pulled back to follow Finn’s voice into the living room. He called after him, “And you do!”

Finn had his dress shirt half unbuttoned and his belt in one hand, frowning at something on his phone.

“You okay there difficult rock star?” Leo asked, trying not to stare at his pale chest against the blush color.

Finn looked up, all big brown eyes suddenly—how did he do that? Switch between unbearably hot to unbearably sweet in two seconds—and smiled. “Oh. This isn’t what it looks like.” He gestured to himself with his belt. “I just wanted to change. And yeah, just tomorrow’s call times.”

Call times. Show tomorrow. Leo took a breath. Right. What time was it? Midnight? One? Leo knew they should sleep. He’d seen them on the nights before shows many times now. Logan drank mint tea. Finn read. Unless they had friends at the shows, or family, they tried to get as much sleep as they could. Logan slept in as much as he could. Finn seemed incapable of sleeping in, but he went for a run and he ordered up a big breakfast. God, Leo wanted to make them breakfast again. He wanted the way they sat with him, looked at him, made him coffee.

Leo nodded. He emptied his pockets, setting his phone and wallet on a side table. “I hope it’s not too early? I know your routines the night before a show and this isn’t it. It’s early for me, technically. But it’s late for you.”

Leo’s eyes drew down Finn’s body again. The half-untucked shirt. He was pretty sure those socks he was wearing were the ones advertised on TV offering arch support. Why, why was that hot right now? It was. And maybe Leo wanted the way Finn looked right now to be exactly what it looked like. What then?

Finn was quiet, glancing at Logan as he came into the room and sat on the back of the couch to look at Leo. Finn drew in a slow breath, stretching his arms up and behind his head, so that when he spoke his voice came out tensed like his muscles—which Leo could see more of now, the sharp cut just above his waistline. “I mean, you could…” He grinned, dropping his arms and relaxing. “We could get you on the right time zone.”

Leo bit at the inside of his cheek. That wasn’t exactly the line he’d heard in Finn’s voice during all of his laundry-folding day dreams, but it was so very Finn that it was better.

“What did your team think when you said I’d be staying with you?” Leo glanced up around the room. “I mean, in the same…” Bedroom? “Suite.”

“They’re our team for a reason,” Finn said. “They know what’s their business, and what’s ours.”

Leo raised an eyebrow. “And my being a reporter isn’t their business? I bet at least a few people would disagree with that.”

“You’re not the kind of reporter they worry about,” Logan said. “Unless you suddenly revealed a long-range camera in your suitcase.” He tilted his head teasingly. “That’s not the surprise, is it?”

“No,” Leo laughed. “Definitely not the surprise.”

“And just to be clear,” Finn said. “Because looks like we’re not great on being clear—”

“Room, not suite,” Logan cut in.

“Jeez, way to grab my punchline and yank it out from beneath my feet.” Finn strode closer and put his hand on Logan’s shoulder. “But yes. We were hoping…I mean, there is another room. Two other, in fact, for you to choose from.” He tilted his head. “But I was hoping just your suitcase would be staying there.”

“We,” Logan said, rising from his seat.

“We were hoping.”

Logan stood in front of Leo. He held out his hands palm up, and Leo put his palms into them. Logan gave a gentle tug. When Leo hesitated, worrying the inside of his cheek, it took about half a second for concern to flicker over Logan’s face.

“Le?” he asked gently. “What…What did I do?”

“No, no, no,” Leo said. “Nothing. I want that. I really, really want that. I just…” Leo sighed, cursing himself. The nerves he’d felt while packing sprung back at him. Look at them. Look at them.

“It’s been a while for me,” Leo said softly. “I mean—I mean a while. And you two know each other—so well. I just don’t want…to, like, disappoint, or…”

“Non,” Logan said.

“You couldn’t,” Finn added. “Leo, you couldn’t disappoint us. Like, ever.”

Leo knew that. He did. He even believed it. It didn’t stop the idea that he would from making him want to crawl under the covers and hide.

“I’m looking at two people who know each other inside and out,” Leo said. “And I love that about you two. But—yeah. That’s all.”

Finn and Logan looked at each other. Leo didn’t mind the silent communication ability. He even liked it. It was sweet. In his dreams, he got that ability with them, too. One day.

Finn stepped forward. It wasn’t the stage walk. It was just him. Even in the button-down that Leo now knew to be the softest linen, it was just him. Not all the photos Leo had seen of fans catching him on the street—sunglasses, t-shirt, notebook or coffee…smiling, talking with them, and uncapping Sharpies with his teeth. Leo had looked at the photos from that particular day a lot. A lot. Summer in New York, headed to the recording studio, stooping so a girl could slip a necklace she had made him over his head.

“Okay.” Finn smiled softly. “There’s one thing we can do no matter what. It’s late. We can just get ready for bed and…and then whatever you want.”

Logan nodded. “Whatever you want.”

“We do know each other through and through,” Finn said. He tucked a stray curl behind Leo’s ear, but Leo felt it spring back into place. “Which is why we know how much we want you here.”

Leo shook his head, putting a hand against Finn’s chest. “You don’t have to convince me. I’m just…” Leo looked to Logan. “I…This is like a dream? A really good dream.”

“Leo.” Finn’s voice was overly serious, but Leo caught the spark in his eye. “Were we your celebrity crushes or something?” 

Leo’s laugh surprised him, head falling back. “Finn.”

“Aw,” Finn wrapped his arms around Leo’s waist. “I embarrassed him. Look, Lo, we were his celebrity crush.”

“First, I meant because you’re so sweet. And second, I’m pretty sure you could attempt world domination with the number of people who would name you if asked who their crush is,” Leo said.

“Maybe,” Finn replied. “But I only care about one.”

It was the little things, first. Logan left small pools of water all around the sink when he washed his face. He went to Leo’s luggage, and Leo only had time to call out a warning don’t before Logan was pulling out a t-shirt with a delighted laugh. Thankfully, it wasn’t his surprise one…But it was Finn’s.

Leo was brushing his teeth next to Finn O’Hara in Italy, and Logan Tremblay was holding up his HEARTTHROB O’HARA t-shirt with a grin on his face that said it all.

“That was also a surprise,” Leo said around his toothpaste. He groaned, and put a hand over Finn’s delighted eyes as passed him to go rinse his mouth.

When he leaned up from the faucet, Finn was there, rinsing beside him. Leo cleared his throat, laughing a little under the feeling of Finn’s gaze. He tried to escape, honestly he had no idea what to say, but two hands caught his hips and a hard, warm chest met Leo’s back.

They looked at each other in the mirror. The lights were soft and dim, bringing out each of Finn’s freckles. Leo put his hand over where Finn’s rested low on his stomach.

“I’m embarrassed,” Leo said, smiling down at the sink. “It’s stupid, right?”

With a slight pressure to his hip, Finn turned Leo around. Leo rested back against the counter’s edge, and Finn nudged his way to stand between his thighs. He carded Leo’s hair back from his face, the ends damp from washing his face.

“Nothing about you could ever be stupid,” Finn said.

Leo traced the N of his NASA t-shirt, then one of the trails on a shooting star. “You probably see people in that shirt all the time. Probably have signed that shirt a million times.” Leo closed his eyes. “Shit. I’d say I’m not some crazy fan, but younger me was definitely a crazy fan.” He looked up at Finn. “But you know all about crazy fans.”

Finn smiled a little. He barely had to tilt his chin forward at all to brush their mouths together. “I do know a little about that.”

“So maybe the shirt doesn’t even matter?” Leo asked hopefully. Finn’s brown eyes were staring at his mouth—that still had toothpaste on it maybe?

“Everything about you matters,” Finn said, and kissed him.

It brought back the rush of the ocean. The heat of the sun, sitting against those cliffs when Leo had been so confused, so in want. He knew how to hold himself together. God, if there was one thing he was so very good at in this world, it was holding himself together.

“Maybe I’m your crazy fan,” Finn whispered. “I’ve been stalking your writing for long enough.”

Leo laughed. “Mm, that’s true.” He reached up for Finn’s shoulders, pulling him closer.

He didn’t want to hold himself together anymore. He didn’t want to hold back. Nothing he knew even compared to this. Not the fame, not the novelty. This. Worn out t-shirts and getting to have a perfect fit in a legendary love like theirs. These were new muscles, letting himself go, and he’d been straining them with these two. They felt stronger now.

The band of his pajama pants was wet from being pressed back into Logan’s puddles. Finn tasted minty, and with him standing between Leo’s thighs like this, Leo got to tilt his head up into the kiss.

“How do I look?”

They broke apart to see Logan standing in the bathroom doorway. He wore a soft looking pair of gray boxers, and his chest and arms filled out Leo’s t-shirt in a way Leo had never, would never have even thought, to imagine.

While Leo sat there staring, Finn laughed. “That thing looks like it’s about to fall to pieces.”

He wasn’t wrong. There was a hole near the collar, the letters were faded at the edges. But it was so damn soft from years of being washed that Leo couldn’t bare to part with it. He reached up and pushed his fingers through Finn’s hair. That gorgeous red hair. Maybe there was so much more he couldn’t part with now.

“Ouais, me too,” Logan said. Leo didn’t know what he was talking about until he walked forward and reached up for Finn’s hair, completely messing it up. “Everyone’s obsessed with it, but how can you not be?”

Leo laughed as Finn squinted one eye shut but let them have their fun. It was soft and thick, the sorter strands at the sides feathering through Leo’s fingers like velvet.

Finn put a hand on Logan’s chest, tapping over the letters of Leo’s t-shirt. “I always guessed that was why everything they put my name in is red, too.”

“Marketing?” Leo said.

“Yeah.” Finn sighed, shrugged, then smiled. “Le, that shirt really is about to fall apart.”

“I…wear it a lot.”

“Oh yeah? All around the city with my name on your heart?”

Leo bit his lip. It was more than that. It was what he wore when he was sad, or had had a bad day. When he was sick, or exhausted, or angry.

And then, over the past month, that comfort had shifted to them. A bad day at work ended with four hour FaceTimes until Leo was too sleepy to talk anymore and Finn’s soft voice. Goodnight, Sunshine. And when he couldn’t sleep, somehow Logan always knew. The soft light of his phone lighting up his bedroom from his nightstand and never letting him feel alone or sinking or like he would never sleep again.

“Le?” Finn asked softly. His hair was a mess from their hands. His eyes were pure syrup again, asking, checking, worried—loving?

“Hi,” Leo said. “Sorry, hi.” He put a hand on Finn’s cheek and looked at Logan.

Logan tilted his head. “What are you writing right now, Soleil?”

Leo closed his eyes briefly at the nickname, leaning his head back to bask in it. “Dialogue, I guess.”

“Ouais,” Logan said, wrapping an arm around Leo’s waist. It completed the circle of the three of them. “Of?”

“How to ask you to take me to bed,” Leo whispered.

“Yes,” Finn breathed, and then Leo was being kissed.

He’d written a lot of words in his life. It was almost funny to be asked what he was writing right then. He wasn’t even sure this was something that could be written. What did kiss have on what Finn gave him? It was just what Leo remembered. The heated energy from that middle of the night kiss in Nice, only tripled.

“Hey.” Logan’s voice was low. Leo felt fingers tighten in his hair and he gasped, breaking Finn’s kiss long enough to be pulled to another mouth. The ocean and the shade. The shade and the ocean. Finn’s laugh echoed against the bathroom tiles. He was watching them. He had a hand on Leo’s back, and probably Logan’s, and let them kiss.

No, Leo couldn’t have written this down. Logan, pulling him towards the bedroom. Finn flicking off the bathroom light and leaving them in the yellow-pink glow of a reading lamp and the moon.

“I’d raise the sun if I could,” he said. He caught Leo up around the waist again. “Just because it’s dark in here doesn’t mean I want it to be.”

“Finn.” It sounded pleading, but Leo hadn’t meant it that way. Not stop. Not more. Just… “Have some compassion for how full my heart can be right now, O’Hara.”

And then Leo took that famous NASA t-shirt right off of him. The stars and the comet trails, they were still there. Finn’s torso was its own sky map and Leo, wondering what Finn liked, bent to kiss a trail of his own along one thin collarbone.

What words existed for the feeling of Finn chest rising and falling against his mouth.

What words could Leo have used to describe the smile Logan gave him as he let Leo pull his t-shirt off of him next? All Leo could comprehend was the sheer strength of his arms and the dark trail of hair that led down into his boxers.

There were no hesitations, like Leo had thought there would be. The pauses were woven in, just turns and folds and lifts like pages. Yes? This? Grins and breaths and—Logan’s sounds. Logan. Logan knew what he wanted. Finn knew what Logan wanted. Leo, very quickly, knew what Logan wanted and shared a slightly dazed grin with Finn about it. He got to watch Finn’s practiced fingers, and see how much Finn enjoyed giving Logan everything he could possibly desire. It was as sweet as it was unbearably hot. Finn looked so pale against Logan’s tanned skin. Marble. That was a word Leo had used before, but it applied. Jesus Christ, it applied.

What did grip have on the way Logan clutched at Leo’s shoulders when they were at last as close as anything could be, his thighs shaking against Leo’s. Bliss, certainly, was nothing compared to the look on Logan’s face when Finn’s hand pressed over the strong curve of his adam’s apple and asked him how he liked it, told him they looked gorgeous. Throbbing held nothing to the way Leo’s heart pounded, and more than nothing to how close those words brought him to the edge. Rhythm. That’s what Logan had. Leo set his hands against the small of his back—two dimples there, made for Leo’s thumbs—and held on.

“Mm—” Logan’s breath came out short and he froze, mouth open against Leo’s neck. His back was slick with sweat now. Finn sat back on his heels just beside them, working himself slowly.

“What you waiting for, baby?” Finn breathed. He’d not been moving much, but there was a sheen over his nose and temples, too. Just from watching. Now, he shifted behind Leo and wrapped his arms around his waist, nuzzling under his jaw.

Leo reached between them and Logan muffled his sound in Leo’s neck. Logan hadn’t been warm from the second he met him, but oh, he was warm now. Burning in Leo’s hands, against Leo’s body.

“I just want it to last,” Logan said shakily, but he was moving again, like he couldn’t help it. “You’re leaving in two days.” Logan wrapped his arms fully around Leo’s shoulders. “Don’t.”

“Don’t even know how—” Leo’s eyes slipped shut and he tried to breathe through the mix of white hot pleasure and blue tenderness pulsing through him. “How to think about leaving.” He smoothed his hands up Logan’s back, feeling the way it flexed as Logan moved against him.

“Ouais,” Logan said, a smile slipping across his face. He pulled back, his breathing jumping as their hips shifted. He kissed Leo hard, then cursed softly and let his head fall back. “Fuck…Leo…”

With his hair falling back and out of his eyes like that, Leo’s language left him entirely. He’d seen him like this on stage, lost in the music. He’d watched from the VIP booth, from the wings. Logan was closer to him than Finn was, always staying in one place. He’d seen the lights catch his every angle as he threw his head back, sweat dampening his dark hair, and played with everything he had. Tonight, Leo felt like theirs in that same way.

The sheets were kicked towards the end of the bed, or pooled on the floor. Leo’s head was on Finn’s chest, Logan’s forehead pressed to the top of his spine. Leo couldn’t stop touching them. He trailed his fingertips down Finn’s chest and watched goosebumps follow in their wake. Logan had a thigh thrown over his hip and Leo stroked the unbearably soft skin behind his knee. He dipped his thumb in the divot below Finn’s bottom lip.

Finn smiled sleepily, his eyes closed. His eyelashes were dark just now. In certain lights they tinged lighter, like his hair. “You’re ticklish.”

“You’re soft,” Leo replied.

“Is he asleep?” Finn whispered.

“Non,” came Logan’s voice, though he sounded part of the way there.

“I’m not kidding.” Leo reached back to hold Logan’s hip. “I’m getting up if I start keeping you awake with my tossing around.”

That was a lie. There was nothing that could haul Leo out of where he was right now.

“Nu-uh.” Finn kissed Leo’s temple. “No tossing. Not with the weighted blanket I have.”

“You travel with a weighted blanket?” Leo asked skeptically.

Finn reached out and picked up Logan’s hand, kissing his knuckles. “Sure do.”

“Oh,” Leo laughed.

“One-hundred percent effective, I promise.”

When Finn turned the lights off, it sent the room into near complete darkness and so Leo could do nothing but feel, in every nerve, and expanse of exposed skin, the way Logan nudged his nose into the soft hair at his nape, and the way Finn rolled onto his side to hold them both.

“Show tomorrow,” Finn whispered. “You ready?”

Leo smiled. “Do I have to be ready? I think that’s supposed my question to you two.”

“You have to be ready,” Finn placed a kiss to his neck. “It’s a Leo show.”

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Drunk Confessions pt. 6

Felix x Female reader

Word count: 1.4K

Synopsis: Felix breaks the golden rule when drunk. Stay away from your phone.

A/N: 18+ ONLY! I promised you guys I'd finish this series and by god I mean to! I'm in a slightly better head space so I'm gonna try and do some writing and see where we get! Thanks for waiting so patiently and showing my old work plenty of love while I've been off. Warnings below the cut!

Warnings: 18+ ONLY MDNI! strong language/cursing, drinking/getting drunk. That's it coming back a little tame. If I did happen to miss something let me know and I'll add it asap!

When you woke up you did what you did every morning. Out of habit, the first thing you did was check your phone. This morning when you checked you had 5 missed texts, one missed call, and a voice memo, all from your best friend, Felix. You read through the texts that got progressively harder to read the drunker he’d gotten into the night. It made you laugh. You were glad he’d been out having a good time with the guys. He didn’t get to do that often with how hard they all worked. Last night they had decided to go out drinking and ended up staying out and clubbing all night.  

The voice memo was clearly from when they’d already gotten home because the first thing you could hear was all the rest of the guys goofing off in the background playing video games. 

“y/n... hey... uhhh... GOD will you guys shut up I’m trying to talk in here! Uh y/n! You’re asleep already. I bet you look like an angel you always look like an angel when you’re sleeping.” 

Sure you thought to yourself, face down in a pillow, drooling like an angel. 

“You’re so beautiful and funny and sweet oh my gosh you’re so sweet and you cook good food for me and the guys and your hair smells like coconuts and the beach and it reminds me of home and I remember the first time I laid eyes on you at work and...” Just then you heard Chan’s voice come over the speaker. 

“Felix what are you doing bro?” 

“I’m sending y/n a voice memo. Chan says hi, anyway, I can’t tell you that you make my heart feel funny when I think about you...” 

“Uhhh Felix I don’t think you want to...” Felix gave Chan a stupid look. 

“Chan it’s not polite to interrupt.” Chan laughed. 

“You’re right mate, continue.” Chan walked back out and Felix tried to pull himself together a bit, unsuccessfully. 

“Look y/n... I love you. I am in love with you. I’m so completely and utterly over the moon in love with you. From the moment I met you. It was love at first sight for me, I didn’t even know your name but you were glowing and laughing and I felt my heart jump for the first time and it has every time I’ve seen you since. I hope one day I can tell you, that I can kiss you, marry you. I see all that with you I just don’t want to ruin what we have. We’re so close and you’re my best friend and I couldn’t bare losing you and honestly I’m afraid of what your answer would be. I know you care for me, love me even, but I just don’t know if you’re in love with me. God I’m rambling at this point, you’d think I was a drunken fool... well I am.” Just then you could hear Chan walk in again. 

“Seriously mate I don’t think you want to send that...” 

“I’m not Chan I’m gonna dele-” The message cut off and you could only imagine the absolute chaos that ensued after Felix accidentally hit send. He looked away from the phone for 2 seconds and unintentionally let up off the mic button which then sent the voice memo. Straight to you. Your heart was ready to burst. He was in love with you?! That had to have been the sweetest confession you’d ever heard. You were glad Felix’s silly drunk self sent you the voice memo before he realized what he was doing. You were getting ready to dial Felix’s number but before you could his contact photo popped up showing he was calling you. You answered immediately. 

“Y/n?! Hey...” 

“Hiya Lixie! You're up awfully early considering...” Your smile was in your voice and Felix couldn’t help but smile too until he remembered why he was calling. 

“Uh yea... y/n... I sent a voice memo last night do me a favor... just delete it. Don’t listen to it just... please just delete it.” You could hear the worry in his voice. 

“Felix? I... I already heard it.” The wind was knocked from him, you could hear it over the phone as he let out a big breath. 

“Y-you already listened to it?!” 

 “Well yeah Lixie you know the first thing I do is...” Click. Did he just? Hang up on you? You looked at the phone and saw your home screen. You sighed and called him back. No answer. You called again. No answer. You called again. Straight to voicemail. So dramatic. You called Chan and a grumbly hungover voice answered. 

“Mhello?” 

“Chan it’s y/n. Is Felix home?” Chan wasn’t sure. 

“Hold on. LIX!!!” You could hear him shout back. 

“WHAT??!” Chan breathed deeply into the phone. 

“Myea he’s here.”  

“Good I’m on my way, keep him there and do NOT tell him I’m coming.” 

“Y/n I...”  

“Chan.” He groaned out tired. 

“Finnnneee!” You smiled. 

“Thanks Channie! See you soon!” 

“Mhmm see you soon.” You quickly washed up and got dressed before heading over to the guys’ place. You knocked on the door and were met by the same groggy Chan you’d spoken to on the phone. 

“Is Felix still here? You didn’t tell him did you?” Chan rubbed his eyes and shook his head no. 

“No I didn’t, he’s in the living room with Hyunjin and Changbin watching something on tv.” Chan moved out of the way letting you in and yawning as he shut the door behind you. You came around the corner into the living room and Felix saw you. You’d have thought he’d seen a ghost how big his eyes got. 

“Lix-” He got up and dashed out of the living room heading to his own room, shutting and locking the door. The guys looked at you and you rolled your eyes exasperated. 

“What was that all about?” Hyunjin finally asked. 

“Lix sent me a voice memo last night...” Chan started laughing. 

“Oh god I forgot.” You glared at Chan. 

“Don’t laugh, he’s embarrassed and won’t talk to me because of it.” Chan stopped laughing and wiped his eyes.  

“It’ll be okay as soon as you tell him.” You stood there with your arms crossed. 

“What do you mean? Tell him what?” 

“Well, you love him too, don’t you?” You stood there speechless for a second. 

“What did you think it wasn’t obvious? You both are so ridiculous. If he hadn’t accidentally sent that to you who knows how long this would have gone on.” You stood there a moment and then just shook your head. You made your way towards Felix’s room to try and get him to talk to you. You tapped at the door. 

“Lixie? Please talk to me.” 

“No Felix here!” He called through the door. Then a thought hit you. What if he wasn’t just embarrassed? Was he avoiding you because he regretted sending it? You don’t think your heart could take it if it wasn’t true. If he didn’t really love you. 

“Are you ashamed that you sent it? Did you... did you not mean it?” He could hear the pain and worry in your voice. 

“If you didn’t mean it it’s... it’s okay. I’ll just... I’ll just go.” You should have thought this plan through better before dashing over. Felix quickly opened his door. 

“Wait!” You stopped and turned back. 

“I’m not ashamed and I did mean it.” You let out a little sigh of relief. 

“Felix I came over here to tell you that I love you too.” Felix stood there stunned. 

“What?” 

“I love you too Lixie. I always have. How could I not fall in love with the most beautiful and kindest man I've ever met?” Tears were welling up in your eyes and Felix grabbed your hand.  

“I meant every word I said on that voice memo last night. I’m madly in love with you y/n...” Before he could go on you leaned in and pressed your lips against his. One of his hands came up and cupped your cheek and he kissed you back sweetly. 

“Told you.” You and Felix jumped at Chan’s voice. 

“Jesus! Announce yourself when you enter a room.” You scolded Chan as Felix blushed and rubbed the back of his neck. 

“I entered the hallway to go to the bathroom I didn’t realize that warranted an announcement. My apologies.” Chan said sarcastically before heading into the bathroom.

"Behold bathroom I have arrived! Fear me!" He shut the door as he continued announcing himself boisterously leaving you and Felix alone again. You both stood there awkwardly for a second before Felix cleared his throat. 

“Uh, why don’t we go and have some breakfast and talk a bit.” The smile spread across your face again. 

“I’d like that Lixie, I’d like that a lot.” 

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a kiss beneath the mistletoe

hiiii @bulle-blackhole!! here’s your gift for the @onepiece-blorboexchange! i wanted to get this out for you before or on christmas, but things have been crazy for me this month and things obviously didn’t go as planned, so please excuse the lateness lol.

i couldn’t help but combine two of your requested scenarios since i thought they’d fit so nicely together. i hope you enjoy!!

prompt: first kiss under the mistletoe with smoker + softly touching your cheek with his hand as you look at each other softly.

word count: 1.3k

contents: gn!reader, fluff, “humor” as a result of my sleep deprived brain, christmas party/ball, unnecessarily detailed descriptions of muscles, some brief descriptions of anxiety, can be read as either canon universe or modern au

You tugged insistently at the collar of your formal attire, feeling slightly suffocated by both the fabric and the atmosphere around you. You had yet to enter the main room, simply standing off to the side, and still the small niggling fear inside you lingered. 

What was there to be afraid of? Oh, only making a fool out of yourself in front of your long-time crush and the entirety of the organization he works for, no biggie. 

When Smoker invited you to this Christmas party, you agreed before your brain could catch up to your mouth. With the way he said it– all low and personal like it was just for you– it made you jump at the chance. But now, all you wanted to do was go home. 

You watched in awe as Smoker’s fellow officers twirl about the dance floor in a suspiciously rehearsed waltz that you clearly hadn’t gotten the memo about. Honestly though, how would soldiers in the navy have the time to learn dances like that? It was clearly a waste of time and resources. 

Mustering your courage, you stepped further towards the end of the hallway and glanced into the room to get a closer look at the dancers– the women in their glimmering gowns and the men in their sharp suits. With each downbeat of the music, you felt your eyes flitting to a new location, searching among the crowd for the man who was able to get you to come in the first place. 

He spotted you first. 

He called your name as he approached you, but you barely registered it because of course he wouldn’t even wear a shirt to a formal ball. 

His bare chest was, like always, exposed and put on full display on center stage, framed by the curtains of his naval jacket. You couldn’t help but glance at his defined abdominals, admiring the view. You wondered just how much training earned him such rippling muscles. Seriously, those things could replace any household cheese grater. 

“I’m glad you came,” he said, breaking you out of your reverie. “You look…” He trailed off, gesturing at your outfit as he sought for the right words. A faint blush was overtaking his face. It looked foreign on him.  

You ran a hand through your hair as you looked down at your feet. “I didn’t really have anything that was on par with the dress code, but…”

He cleared his throat. “You look amazing.” He adjusted his cigar, fiddling it between his lips. “‘M not very good with this whole thing.” 

“What?” You teased. “Words? Speaking?” 

Smoker rolled his eyes at you. “Compliments. It’s easy with a crew of soldiers. Just tell ‘em they suck or they don’t suck too bad.”

You stifled a laugh at his frankly abysmal show of praise. 

“But with you, I never know what to say. What you want to hear.”

You reached up to place your hand on his shoulder, something you wouldn’t have even thought to do any other time. He initially flinched at your touch, tensing in a way only someone hardened from battle can do, but as soon as it happened, it was done; his shoulders relaxed and accepted the sensation. 

“Anything you have to say, I would be happy to hear, Smoker.”

He smiled, a soft, subtle thing that was just barely an uptick of his lips. If you didn’t know the man so well, you might not have caught it. His hand reached to the back of his neck in an awkward show of embarrassment. “And I you,” he responded in a reverent whisper, eyes glowing from the candle-lit chandeliers of the ballroom. 

You couldn’t help but think back to the very first time you met Smoker, when he had first been stationed in your hometown. He was gruff and rude in his brief interactions with both his subordinates and the locals, but there was something caring and kind within him that you wanted to find, to excavate and keep all to yourself. 

And in that moment, as the music crescendoed in the background and his calloused hand caressed your cheek, you felt as though you had achieved that. 

From behind you, lazy footsteps clicked against the marble floor until you felt a rather large back collide with your own. It jolted you forward towards Smoker, just narrowly missing his cigar from burning the skin on your face. He caught you in his arms, glaring at the figure behind you. 

“Oh~” Admiral Kizaru drawled as he turned around to see the two of you. “I didn’t mean to interrupt.” He glanced up above your heads before smirking. “Have fun you two~”

You took a moment to readjust yourself and your outfit. “How do you deal with him? He’s so…”

“Infuriating?”

You huffed. “Yes.”

Smoker breathed out something between a chuckle and a sigh. “Sadly, you get used to it. Believe it or not, they get worse.”

You stewed in your thoughts, unconsciously mumbling your words of distaste for the laidback admiral aloud as Smoker followed Kizaru’s previous gaze up above his head. His eyes widened. “Oh,” he whispered. 

“What?” you asked. 

His face was red. If you didn’t know any better, you’d have thought steam was puffing out of his ears. (It was just the smoke pluming out from his lips. The lips you would actively avoid looking at or thinking about in just a few short moments.) He wordlessly pointed up and as you followed it up, up, up, you felt a cross between hope and dread lodge itself deep in your throat. Mistletoe.

“Oh indeed,” you said. 

He let silence settle between you for a while before he cleared his throat. “Did you want anything to drink? I can go get some champagne or something–”

Of course. The attraction between you two was obvious to anyone with working eyes and ears, yet every time there was an opportunity, you would both shy away from it, casting aside any feelings that had bubbled to the surface, allowing them to settle like flat soda. This game of emotional cat and mouse had been going on for months and frankly, you were sick of it. 

You grabbed onto his arm before he could walk away. “I’m not thirsty.”

“Well, do you want me to get you something to eat instead?”

“No, I want you to kiss me, damnit!”

You were tempted to slap your hand over your mouth, but you refused to. You meant what you said. It wasn’t a mistake. 

“You do?” Smoker asked, unsure yet hopeful. 

“Yes. Plus,” you pointed up at the mistletoe “it’s the rules.” 

He shook his head, laughing softly. “Of course. The mistletoe holds the highest jurisdiction.” His hands made their way to the back of your head, cradling it like you were something precious, rare, and valuable. Though to him, those were all objective truths. 

You took the cigar from his lips with one hand while the other rested atop his forearm, drawing him in closer. “And you are a man of the law.”

“I must uphold justice,” his breath ghosted across your lips, just mere inches away. 

“Please do.”

The violins swelled as his lips finally met your own. Each and every note the dancers out in the ballroom waltzed to sounded fuzzy and unfocused as your senses were overloaded with the feeling of Smoker’s lips– rough, unpracticed, and slightly chapped– against your own and the lingering taste of his cigar on his tongue as you eagerly accepted it into your mouth. 

When you reluctantly pulled away from each other, he touched his forehead to yours as he stroked his thumb across your jaw tenderly. 

“I lied,” you admitted. “I am very thirsty. I would love some champagne.”

He groaned as you let out a melodic giggle. 

You received a light flick to the forehead before he wandered off to get you that drink. You chased after him with a smile on your face and a laughter-filled apology on your lips. 

[omniblades-and-stars]

Aumellio/Korak 37 because I am desperate to learn about the vibe between these two

I am repenting for my recent crimes by bringing you this which may be the only piece of anything I've ever written that actually counts as domestic fluff I think.

Aumellio made Korak laugh and brought him out of his shell a little bit. I hope that shows here.

From this ask meme here.

Favorite Song

A folksy tune floated into kitchen from the open bathroom door. It was followed shortly by Aumellio belting the lyrics as though he were onstage giving a world-class performance before an audience of adoring fans, and as though he could hold a tune in a bucket. Aumellio's one adoring fan smiled and adjusted his headlamp before examining the pipes underneath the kitchen sink to find out why there was water pooled on the floor when he woke up that morning.

Korak tapped his feet together as he fiddled with this fastening andthat fitting. He had turned his translator off, as he frequently did when Aumellio didn't realize he had an audience in a different room who was listening to him make a fool of himself, because Korak enjoyed hearing his turian partner's mother tongue in these little moments. It was so different from his own, but comforting in a way. Besides, he already knew all of the words to the song because it was Aumellio's favorite.

Korak heard the sound of the shower turning off as he tapped the u-bend with his pipe wrench, only for it to come clean out of the fastener. After wiping flecks of water from his eyes, he sighed and activated his translator again so he could understand if Aumellio started talking.

The connecting pipe was cut to short, so when there was a but too much water blasting into it all at once, it popped slightly out of the connection, allowing water to spray out of it.

He should have known better than to run the dishwasher and the washing machine at the same time. The runoff all dumped into the outgoingpipes for the sink, which was not up to code, thank you very much.

But such was life when you lived by simple means. Still, this apartment was better than the last one. At least there weren't bugs or holes in the wall from shotgun slugs. And it was far and away better than any place he'd lived on Omega, for the simple fact that it was not Omega.

A box in an alley was an improvement over that.

"You know, it'll get stuck like that if you don't stop making that face," Aumellio teased at just about the time he gently nudged Korak's leg with his two-toed foot.

Korak lifted his head with a smile, "'Fraid this is how I always look."

"Like you're planning to go back in time to kick the ass of whatever poor sod it was who worked on the plumbing here last?" Aumellio teased. His feet soon disappeared from view, and Korak heard a series of cabinets being opened while his boyfriend looked for some food. "Kor, I seem to remember that we agreed you were going to call the property management people and have them come fix it."

"And wait all day to be able to use our kitchen water again?" Korak asked, incensed. He felt around blindly in his canvas tool bag, pulling out a spare piece of PVC pipe he could graft to the pre-existing one. "Besides, I'll d-"

"Do it right. I know. But if they find out we were messing with theguts of their apartment, we might not get our deposit back."

Korak laughed, a deep rumbling sound, "If you were seeing what I am down here, you'd know that they wouldn't notice even if I just slapped it back together with tape." A ridiculous notion, a man had to take pride in his work. And whoever had done this seemed entirely devoid of it. Korak scooched out from under the sink just enough to catch Aumellio leaning against the kitchen table, watching him while eating from an overfilled bowl of cereal. "Do me a favor and get the heat gun from the chest in the closet?"

Aumellio took a big bite of the colorful cereal, a mischievous glint gathered in his eyes that matched the forest green shade of his family tattoos. After taking his dearest sweet time to savor it, he finally answered, "Oh, I would love to, but you forgot the secret turian sleeper agent activation phrase." Aumellio tilted his spoon back and forth like a metronome as though enough time had passed for him to grow impatient.

Korak heaved a great, dramatic sigh, "Mel, do me a favor and get the heat gun from the tool chest in the closet? Please?"

"Ah hah! You do have manners!" Aumellio exclaimed and set his bowl aside on the table. He stretched his arms high above his head, yawning greatly as he did so. "I needed to finish getting ready for work anyways," he said sleepily. "I'll return shortly with your heat gun. Don't get into trouble while I'm gone."

"Only so much trouble I can cause with my head stuck under a sink." Korak shook his head before lining the spare bit of pipe up next to the old one and marking where he needed to cut it. "If you don't hurry, your cereal's going to go soggy!" he hollered playfully from within his miniature little cavern.

"Maybe I like it like that!" came Mel's response from somewhere in the back of the apartment. Korak knew that for a lie. No one liked soggy cereal.

While he waited, Korak cut the pipe down to size. It was an easy enough thing to do with the right tool, which he had. He probably could have gotten the heat gun for himself, he realized about the time he heard Aumellio humming in the hall closet. Eh, worth waiting for the turian to take his sweet time finding it, even though his tools were very well organized. Of course, Aumellio hardly knew a wrench from a hammer, but a heat gun wasn't exactly one of the universe's grand mysteries.

"Your knight in shining business casual returns from his noble quest," Aumellio crowed and crouched to hand the sort-of gun-shaped tool to Korak. He clapped his hands on his knees, "Welp, I'm off to work. Try not to be too imposing at the hardware store ... I assume you’ll be going and I'll return home to a fully functioning kitchen with a lifetime guarantee on it."

"I keep telling you, my face just looks like this. I didn't scare that kid on purpose." Aumellio began to rise before Korak tugged on his hand. "I think you're forgetting something, Mel."

"Oh right, where are my manners?" Aumellio smiled and leaned down awkwardly to plant a kiss on Korak's lips. The headlamp bumped into the hard plates making up his forehead with a muted clink.

Korak chuckled again with a shake of his head. "Not that I'm complaining, but I really meant your breakfast," he said and tilted his head toward the table where Aumellio's bowl sat cold and abandoned.

Aumellio huffed a laugh and managed to pull himself back up to standing with help from the counter tops. "I'll eat and run!"

Before Korak could advise against Aumellio trying to eat a bowl of cereal while commuting to work, the turian was off to the races and out of the door.

Korak was quite convinced he would get a pleading text message in just a few moments, begging him to please bring a clean shirt down to the office.

Ah well. Korak shrugged, in the meantime he might as well finish fixing the sink well enough that they could at least run water through it. He hummed a tune and tapped his toes together while he worked.

It was his favorite song, too, after all.

[stargazeraldroth]

Okay okay okay, so- Hear me out. I’ve got an AU (…AM? Alternate Multiverse?) idea that could go the way or horror, humor, or both, spawned by your mention of the evil team in your Pokémon AU. I’m never gonna do anything with this, but it made me laugh and I wanted to share it and see where you’d go with it (your AUs/AMs are fun sue me!!!).

So. Consider this, if you will- Dream and Blue decide to try and be a lil silly with Ink for whatever reason. Payback for a prank? April Fool’s? The reason isn’t important, what’s important is that they decide “go big or go home” and enlist a few AUs to pretend to worship Ink as a god in some weird, Ink-oriented cult. Why a cult? Who knows, maybe they got drunk and ran with it. Maybe they were feeling chaotic. The idea is that Ink will go to these AUs, find the “fake cult,” and try to figure out what the hell happened, this isn’t in the script??? Before Dream and Blue eventually reveal their Dastardly Prank (and they intend to reveal it, they abide by the confuse don’t abuse rule!) and have a good laugh together!

Except there’s one teeny tiny… Itsy bitsy little problem with that.

Somehow, someway, the AUs didn’t get the memo that the cult was meant to be pretend, and now there’s a real, actual Ink Cult spanning the goddamn multiverse that’s rapidly growing. There are rituals and prayers going around, they’ve heard whispers about sacrifices (of what, they aren’t sure- art supplies???), someone started a goddamn holiday, it’s all a mess, really.

Depending on how you take it, you could go a humorous route and have Blue and Dream frantically trying to hide this from Ink while fixing the entire mess, or at least mitigating it somewhat (stop trying to sacrifice actual people- they don’t care that it’s willing, use cupcakes or paints or something!!!), to varying degrees of success… Or you could go a more horror oriented route of Dream and Blue frantically trying to keep their friend out of the grasp of his rapidly growing worshippers, all while wondering how everything went so damn wrong and stars, they’re so sorry, Ink-

Anyways yeah, Accidental Cult AU/AM go brrr.

Ah, splendid. I just call all of my alternate multiverses AUs, it helps me with consistency and everyone knows what it means. I don't know which idea I like better, the funnier one or the more horror-oriented one. So! I'm going to address both of them separately!

Also I'm glad to hear you find my AUs fun to read about, making AUs is one of my biggest hobbies rn-

~Funny Version~

For once, Ink's not the one who caused the problem. This is already going wonderfully, my baby's innocent

The idea of the cults trying to sacrifice actual people to Ink is hilarious. I can picture Dream and Blue trying to discourage it by saying that Ink doesn't condone this kind of behavior, which is true, but with varying degrees of effectiveness. Ink will, however, accept food and art supplies any day of the week

They have to enlist CORE's help in tracking the cults' activities, much to CORE's displeasure. How did they let the situation get so out of hand? They're sorry, CORE! They didn't think this would happen!

I can't tell what would be funnier: Ink being painfully oblivious of their involvement (how did the AUs even find out about him? He keeps himself well-hidden, he thinks!) or Ink being entirely aware, but pretending to be dumb. He wants to see if they can handle it on their own, first

Just the image of Dream and Blue trying to keep the cults hidden from Ink is golden. Especially if they eventually cave and tell Ink about it, expecting him to freak out... only for him to either wonder how they did it or him laugh and tell them he already knew about them

Imagine the cults have like, shrines dedicated to Ink. Little Ink statues

What if, in this version, the cults aren't even all that dangerous? Their rituals are more along the lines of "We must pray to the Protector and give him offerings, so that he may ward the Destroyer off from our world!" Just silly things like that

~Horror Version~

Dream and Blue's efforts to stop the cults from using live sacrifices are less successful here

You mentioned they're trying to keep Ink away from the cults, so let's take a look at what might happen if they were to get him

They wouldn't do anything bad to him, of course, but it's a very... odd situation. Ink's being surrounded by these cloaked figures showering him with praises and worship. And when he tries to leave, they won't let him, so he kinda... has to resort to extremes

Maybe the cults start treating Dream and Blue as Ink's messengers or heralds, of sorts. Not just to "deliver his words", but to also relay the cults' prayers and wishes

Alternatively, maybe some cults start going even more rogue and scheme ways to capture Ink and use him to change things about their world. Surely, if anyone would have the power to change things, it would be their lord? They didn't get the memo that Ink doesn't create or control AUs, only protects them (like half of the fandom)

Maybe a cult tries to force Ink out of "hiding" and answering their summons by capturing Dream or Blue and preparing to sacrifice them

I wonder how they might react to PJ and Gradient...? Being the children of Ink, surely they'd be respected. But being Error's children, too... maybe some groups don't take too kindly to their existences

[mercuryonparklane]

hello i love tayliz so much do u have a link to all of liz's unreleased songs? I love her music so much :D

Sorry, it's taken so long to respond.

There are some clips that she has posted on her Instagram of newer songs, but I am not sure if you mean those or the songs that were released in the year or so after she left Taylor's band.

This youtube channel posted the songs that were released in 2012/13 (they weren't necessarily "official" releases because she never put out an actual album or ep with these songs):

Here are some clips from songs that I think were possibly going to be on an ep or album that never happened:

"It's Been Real"

I’ll miss your face

But you’re in my heart

Forever and always

Yeah, baby, it’s been real

"What You Do To Me"

I’m losing all my cool

Not getting any sleep

And if you want to know

What’s gotten into me

It’s what you do to me

It’s what you do to me

"Cheap Champagne"

I don’t want to know who they’re talking about

Don’t say you’re sorry

Don’t call tomorrow

Don’t you know that’s why they made

Cigarettes and cheap champagne

Don’t get it twisted

Not gonna miss you

All intents to forget you, babe

Cigarettes and cheap champagne

All intents to forget you, babe

Cigarettes and cheap champagne

There was a clip of a song called "Good About Her" that has seemingly been taken down, but here is a comparison I made between the lyrics in the clip and some of Taylor's lyrics:

http://staging.spiritmusicgroup.com/Songs?Artist=Liz%20Huett

"Good About Her"

“Soft-spoken, sweet thing

She moves like a dream

I bet you love the respect

That you get

Don’t you?”

Feels a little “Begin Again” to me.

“She keeps it so cool

She plays by the rules”

“cardigan” voice memo:

“I knew you laughing like a damn fool,

Breaking every damn rule..”

“What a boring masterpiece”

“All Too Well”:

“But maybe this thing was a masterpiece

‘Til you tore it all up”

“Missing me,

Aren’t you?”

“betty”:

“I’m only seventeen, I don’t know anything

But I know I miss you”

“Oh, it’s almost laughable

You say you’re compatible

But she’s nothing like me

What’s so good about her?

What’s so good about her, baby?

What’s good about her?

Good about her?”

Maybe another reference to “Begin Again”??

“That time when we parked

Outside of the bar

Couldn’t wait ‘til we got home

All our clothes came off

Does she make you swear?...”

“cardigan”:

“To kiss in cars and downtown bars

Was all we needed”

“betty”:

“Standing in your cardigan

Kissin’ in my car again

Stopped at a streetlight

You know I miss you”

There was a duet on a song call "The One" she did with one of the members from A Rocket To The Moon (she also did background vocals on a ARTTM song) that he has since deleted from his soundcloud and I have no idea if she co-wrote it, but here are the lyrics, which I posted here before he took it down:

“The One”

Put on a love song

Turn it up real loud

Listen on the drive home

Take the long way through town

As you start to cry and you wonder why

You ever put it on

That love song

Pour a little whiskey

Take a seat at the bar

Wonder if you miss me

I wonder where you are

I play that memory in my mind

Of when you were mine

And pour a little whiskey

I can tell the world I still love you

And give it one more try

If you want to

But maybe me and you

Are trying to turn the moon into the sun

And I’m not the one

Like a bad dream

It happens every night

When the one thing

You want isn’t right

Every little thing I try to do

Always comes back to me and you

Like a bad dream

I can tell the world I still love you

And give it one more try

If you want to

But maybe me and you

Are trying to turn the moon into the sun

And I’m not the one

The one that you were meant to find

I’m not the one

We have tried a thousand times

But it always comes undone

So, I can tell the world that I love you

Give this one more try

If you want to

But maybe me and you

Are trying to turn the moon into the sun

And I’m not the one

I’m not the one

She co-wrote the following songs that were given to other artists:

"Dammit"

Here's a post I made about this song:

"Not Going Anywhere"

No matter the actual nature of Tayliz's relationship (friends or more) this is the one song I am 100% convinced she wrote about Taylor.

"Put My Heart Down"

There are some interesting lyric parallels to Taylor's music in this one to songs like The Story Of Us, Better Man (particularly the "put my heart down and walk away just like it was a loaded gun" line in comparison to "push my love away like it was some kind of loaded gun" - keep in mind that she did sing background vocals on Taylor's Version of Better Man and very likely sang on the demo - it sounds a lot like her - and may not have realized Taylor would ever release the song, since she wrote Put My Heart Down after Red was released), I Almost Do, etc.:

I never pictured us ever fighting this much Thought we were figured out but it's so messy now Your words they cut so deep and I think that you should leave I'll have to live without what I can't live without It already hurts So before it gets worst just

Put my heart down, put my heart down Put my heart down, put my heart down And walk away Just like it was A loaded gun Put my heart down, put my heart down Put my heart down, put my heart down And walk away This kind of love Is dangerous

So pack up all your things and just leave some air to breathe A million toxic tears falling like rain 'round here This is the final hour The end of our story tonight And I don't wanna fight

So put my heart down, put my heart down Put my heart down, put my heart down And walk away Just like it was A loaded gun Put my heart down, put my heart down Put my heart down, put my heart down And walk away This kind of love Is dangerous

Oh, it already hurts So before it gets worse I know it ain't easy But if you really loved me

Just put my heart down, put my heart down And walk away, yeah

Just put my heart down, put my heart down Put my heart down, put my heart down And walk away Just like it was A loaded gun Put my heart down, put my heart down Put my heart down, put my heart down And walk away This kind of love Is dangerous

"Don't Let It Hurt You"

"Say The Word"

That's all I can remember at the moment. There are a couple other songs she co-wrote for artists that never really went anywhere, but I can't find them right now.

I can try to make a post with some of the song clips she shared on Instagram later, but for now this is a fairly comprehensive list of songs that are out there that are not on her current profiles as "official" releases.

[natty1730]

Chapter 2: The Girl From Ipanema

“Margarita.”From the bottom of the steps, her father called her, "Yes, father?" Y/n answered as she hurriedly descended the wide stairway. "I have found you a fantastic piano teacher, but she won't have a permanent opening until next week," I said. The young woman looked at her father while smiling politely. "Yes, sir." "I also want to talk to you about a tiny issue. You have several piercings, as I have seen. If you remove them all during piano lessons, I will let you have your piercings. Additionally, you must dye your blue hair back to its natural color. Is that clear? He questioned with a stern look in his eyes. "Good. Your meal is currently being served in the dining room. Since your textbooks will be coming today, please prepare for tomorrow's first day of class. Her father walked out of the room and into his study. God, he's so stern. She pondered as she walked to the kitchen.

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Why do I feel so anxious? It's only for school. It won't harm me, I promise. As she walked to her new school, Daisy had a thought. Except for the fact that her father has become even more strict, the previous several days have blended into one. As Daisy came across a small alleyway, she thought, "Shit, I need to calm down." Lau, against the wall, put out of her Sashal a pack of cigarettes, and she smoked it a few times and then put it on the floor and up it out. She got out of the small alleyway and started to walk to school. Daisy entered the building and went directly to the principal's office to collect her timetable. When she opened the door, she saw a young man seated at the desk. "Privet, ya novyy student," Daisy commented as she regarded the boy. Do you speak Russian fluently, too? I must say that your father was correct when he claimed you were intelligent. He started with a heavy accent before standing up and giving her a paper. You can find all the information you require in this paper. Your lunch code, timetable, and other factors. You should have no trouble finding your classes because the school isn't that big. As he made an effort to exit, he said. After accepting the memo, Daisy hurriedly muttered her thanks. Okay, let's see here... the first class is history and doesn't start until 20 minutes, so I have time to chill in the bathroom and walk around the school.' Daisy thought as she walked into the nearest restroom. When she entered the bathroom, there were girls near the sink and putting on lipstick. One of the girls had pink hair, and the other was blonde and Brunette. The girls give Daisy a side-eye. They thought ‘they had never seen her before, she was probably new, she was different than everyone, this new girl had caramel skin, and everyone in this school had pale skin color and blue hair. “You must be new here,” the girl with Pink hair said. “Yes, I’m new here. I just moved here,” Daisy said, “Well, we welcome you, I’m Diana, and this is Catalina and Sasha.” Daisy shakes Diana’s hand. “I’ m Margarita, but you guys can call me Daisy.” She said, “Nice to meet you, Daisy, "What class do you have first?" Diana asked. "I have a history with Mr. Volkov." Diana gasped and led her out of the bathroom. "No way I have him too! Though he hates like everyone in the class, except for Dee." She said, walking with Daisy to go to history presumably.

Who's Dee?" Daisy asked Diana, noticing how Diana blushed a bit at the name. "He's just this cool guy. But don't let him fool you. He is a complete dick. He's hot but a dick." The bell chimed as they stood in front of the class. "Hey, just so you know, I can't sit with you because someone else is already sitting with me. The only open seat is with Dee, so could you try to get in a good word for me?" Diana asked hopefully with a little sparkle in her eyes. "Yeah, don't worry, I will," Daisy said. She cleared his throat to get his attention, and the teacher looked up from his grading assignments. "Kto ty?" The teacher asked with suspicion in his voice. "Margarita novyy student, ya takzhe mogu govorit' po-angliyski." Daisy responded, quite proud of her Russian. "Ah, yes, very well. Take a seat next to Dee. Dee, please raise your hand!" The teacher yelled out. Daisy turned and saw the boy with fluffy hair and eyeliner raise his hand. "Thanks." She told the teacher as she walked over to the desk and sat. Dee was completely ignoring her, just staring out the window. She cleared her throat to get his attention, which did not work. "Vy govorite po-angliyski?" Daisy asked Dee. He glanced at her and rolled his eyes before returning to the window. "Yes, I do. Fluent." He spoke before ignoring her once again. "Well, my name is Daisy, and I suppose yours is Dee?” Dee thought in his mind that she was that bad-looker. She wasn’t ugly as he thought. She was different from anyone he’s met in school. She wore this hippie grunge aesthetic clothing and had piercings, and her hair was fairy-like, with her natural hair color mixed with aqua blue color. She had tan skin like his uncle Ches but was more of a Carmel color. Her eyes were the most beautiful things that he ever saw. He could get lost in the dark pools of her eyes, so he returned from his headspace and replied to her, " Yeah." Before Daisy could utter anything else, the teacher began to talk and prepare for today's lecture. “Shit, I forgot to bring a pencil,” Daisy mumbled. A pencil slid on the desk in front of her. "Just use mine. I already know all the material." Dee said, still looking out the window. Daisy was surprised but still thankful nonetheless. "Thanks, Dee," Daisy whispered before she used the pencil to take notes.

“Thanks again for letting me use your pencil ." Daisy tried to hand Dee the pencil, but he refused. "Just use that one for now. I have an extra at home," Dee said before picking his backpack up and walking out of the classroom. "Daisy! Did you talk to him for me ?" Diana asked before picking her bag from the floor and walking to the new girl. "No, sorry, he barely even talked to me. I'll get in a good word. Eventually, I promise." Daisy said, leaving the class with Diana. "Yeah, don't worry about it. He's a pretty cold person.

What class do you have next?" She asked before grabbing the schedule from Daisy's hands. "Oh, dammit, we have different classes. I have chemistry, and you have English. Don't worry; I'll show you where your class is, though!" Diana said in seemingly one breath. The two walked in a comfortable silence, except for Diana waving to certain people she saw walk past her every so often, and some people looked at Daisy, and so guys catcalled her. Diana stopped in front of the class and motioned for Daisy to enter. "We don't have any more classes together, and I'm pretty sure, so I'll see you after school!" Diana waved and left Daisy, walking towards her group of friends.'Ouch. I should have known we wouldn't be friends right away, though.' She thought, walking to her teacher's desk. The teacher looked up at her and smiled. "So you must be Margarita, the new student! The principal told me everything, so there is no need to worry. You can take a seat in the back." She said, motioning towards the empty desk in the back row. This was how the entire day went. Just Daisy was talking with teachers and sitting at new desks. That was until she walked home after school and stopped in that same alleyway for a quick smoke.

You look young to be smoking something like that!" A boy said from behind Daisy, causing her to jump and drop her cigarette. She turned to see a youngish boy with red hair and a black shirt. "Jesus, don't you know, never scare a lady, especially in an alleyway?!" Dash yelled, picking up her cigarette and clutching her rapidly beating heart. "Sorry! My brother and I usually cut through here as a shortcut, but he's doing something important at school, so he sent me home instead." The redhead said, clutching onto his backpack. "My name is Heavy!" He said, watching Daisy take a hit from her cigarette. "Yeah, I'm Daisy. I just moved here." They both stared at each other briefly until Heavy blushed and broke the silence. "Can I walk home with you? I have nothing else to do except wait for Dee." Daisy coughed uncontrollably at the smoke she inhaled when she heard that name. "Dee? As in blonde hair in a ponytail, eyeliner, and piercings?" Heavy smiled even brighter and laughed. "Yes, that's him! You know him?" Daisy threw her cigarette, stomped on it to put it out, and walked out of the alleyway with Heavy. "Yeah, sort of. I sit next to him in history." Heavy oohed as he walked down the sidewalk with Daisy.

"Heavy, can I ask you a question?" She asked, looking at the boy and noting a significant size difference. He looked at her and nodded."So then you're fifteen like Dee, right?" She glanced at Heavy and shook her head. "Oh well, I'm thirteen. Why do you smoke?" Heavy asked, still smiling. "Why do you ask a lot of questions?" "Fair point. While they were walking, they heard footsteps behind them, and it was Dee. “Oh hey, Dee, I was waiting for you at our shortcut when I ran into Daisy.” Dee looks at Heavy with embarrassment and annoyance. “Hi, Dee,” said Daisy with a smile. Dee blushed so hard when she smiled that he turned red like a cherry. Heavy walked next to Dee and whispered, "Your girlfriend, really pretty, Dee.” Dee turned even more red than ever and said, “She is not my girlfriend!!” Daisy and Heavy both laughed . Dee pulled Heavy from his Backpack and dragged him. “Come on Heavy we should go Dad is going to get worried about and Mom is going to be pissed if we’re not at home on time.” Dee let go of Heavy and then started to walk home “Bye it was nice to meet you Daisy. I hope I’ll see you again. Bye” yelled Heavy. “Bye Dee, Bye Heavy it was nice meeting you too.” said Daisy as she waved her hand goodbye. As Daisy walked home, she looked at the scenery of the street and how different it was from Brazil. She missed the smell of the fresh fruit for the fruit cart and the smell of the salty ocean. She missed the hustle and bustle of the streets of the city. Now here in Russia was the sound of silence and the smell of frost and cigarette smoke in the air. When she arrived at the apartment at the doorstep. Her Father opened the door and welcomed her. “So, I made dinner for use would you like some?,""Sure” Daisy said The both set up the table for dinner and her father came back from the kitchen with their food. “So how was school? Did you make any friends?” he said in a happy tone in his voice, obviously Daisy thought he was faking to be kind to her because he was just a responsible to him. Daisy was looking at her dad with a fake cheery tone. “Yay, I made a friend. Her name is Diana and she has Pink hair, well I think she is some sort of popular girl in school.”she chuckled a little bit. “Really, I remember when I was in high school there was a popular kids a school and they were kinda jerks.” he chuckled as well

“Well she’s not like that, like she is popular but not in the mean way.” Daisy. As they talked and ate their food, her father brought up her mom and how she was this free spirit and wild and how her father and mom met each other. “You look so much like your mother.”he said and one tear slipped out of his eye. Daisy tears spill from her eyes too, “I know, I miss your mom too.” Her father said as he hugged her with a warm embrace. “Well look at the time, we should be heading to bed , you have school in the morning. She walked up the stairs to her new bedroom and getting ready for bed. Y/n plopped back onto her bed and started at the ceiling for a while, before plugging her headphones into her phone and shuffling her playlist. Daisy wiped away some of her tears before they fell, and turned onto her side.

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Hey you guys thank you for supporting me with my fanfic and I just wanted to let you know that most of my titles are going to be base on songs from my playlist and all so I am going to give you images of what most of Daisy’s outfits just in case you guys need a reference . Also if you’re willing to give me ideas for upcoming chapters, but your ideas in the comments section. Thank you

[the-firebird69]

It's all goes too I'm on a roll and I'm getting things done I don't want people to know the image pay attention we have a lot of problems and they're developing cuz he's idiots are coming over if they really fixing them in the long run if we attend to them correctly and I'm putting a list together of things I need and yes all the time and I'd like to have all that stuff and he's talking to the door and his kids and we're going to get going on I'll tell you what though these people have murder on their tongues and lips and mouths and everything for my son and I'm getting in there and he wants me to and we have more neighborhoods going in we have only 10 and we enclose them and we renovated but we have like 40 already they're pretty big twice the size of his neighborhood is pretty big in Florida and we have underground but we need a lot more that's like one 100th of the state no it's like 1,300 it's not really that big so that laughed at this morning and people are angry and he said we have to be intermittent too and can't be all bunched up I said that in the meeting so we are doing that too well it's nice to have some centers and it's not really just all us it's just that we're there more so we're going on it now. A lot of people who are listening and they're saying they need me intact so I can think correctly they don't need cortisol flying through me testosterone not to mention me getting critically injured by some fool who thinks of my brain can shut down and it'll be fine now we need that guy gone and we're going to make him gone right now and then she start piles of massive rocketgen engines that are much bigger than the ones that he had before and they know what he's talking about they're going after him so he had a whole bunch of stuff happened this morning but I'm speaking to an issue and it's about these morlock being crazy, and how we have to take over here in an organized fashion that's real and I'm going to call it that we have to start today doing it for real and we have to put a schedule together now be nice and he says we have to have a general schedule and it will schedule our areas out cuz we'll probably have to have areas like Miami is cut up a little bit and I'm actually seeing this when that happens the neighborhoods compete like Ireland versus China and it was in Boston we were doing that and he's smart okay he knows how it works and that we're not going to be orwellian so it's moving out right now and he wants a meeting set today if we have a schedule already that's great and we'll we'll talk about breaking up the areas as to what areas I'm in as a majority and what areas have been in as majority and I'm going to do that and sending out a memo requesting it everyone do it to Thor and Freya I'm doing that right now

Gu Oya

He's complaining like almost all the time I have to Michael manager I'm on my bicycle getting rained on I have this terrible terrifying Stalin guy yelling at me I've got a lot of pressure and he needs some way to vent it and nobody is letting him vent at all and that seems weird retards and they don't let him have any money and if you still alive it for me right now because I'm in dire need and he realized it it's a health issue it looks like Tommy F has a plan to move me so good and he's a theatrical guy Tommy f and it looks like it wasn't real or something which was stupid but he's also trying to grab my husband to grab me people should make a note of that that last part is very important so he wants to print and Iagree

Hera

Olympus we're printing now

[gfmima]

category : 米哈游 原神 work title : obsessive behavior, possessive tendencies

“you called for me, sir?”

dottore looks up from the web of experiment-related notes on top of his desk and finds you standing by the doorway of his office, looking nervous. if he stared at you for a moment longer, he’d point out that you resemble a scared little lamb. it was possibly the very first time he encounters the sight of you so high-strung.

it excited him.

“i did,” he affirms with a devilish grin. without another word, he raises his hand then beckons you inside the room, and to sit on the stool in front of him.

you were first recruited as another lackey for the harbingers to do their bidding. the other harbingers were utterly lost on what it was about you specifically that drew him to you. you hadn’t done anything special to stand out from the rest and yet you somehow became the object of his obsession.

the harbingers were having their annual meeting to discuss important matters such as the latest orders from the tsaritsa when you entered in the middle of their conference to deliver the reports detailing the month’s expenses to the man sitting next to him.

it was nothing out of the ordinary for a subordinate to bring off their duties not a second later. however, the rather mundane act seems to be enough for you to be the apple of his eye. by the next day, you were briefed of your transfer to his division and given the title of his personal assistant.

from then onward, his fixation on you persists. whether it is romantic or not didn’t matter — it was evident he was deeply infatuated with you and that should’ve been a glaring forewarning to any fool who took an interest in you. it didn’t didn’t need to be announced, it was obvious to anyone with working eyes that you were his and his alone.

the many disappearances of fatui underlings and the recent increase of his test subjects weren’t a timely coincidence after all. to his great frustration, there was a pest who didn’t get the memo and managed to pathetically worm his way in your life — something dottore keenly disapproved and detested.

“it’s mandatory for those involved with the fatui to remain a strictly professional relationship,” he informs, eerily polite. it was a blatant lie, but you didn’t need to know that. if it were any other individual sitting across him and below his concentrated gaze, they would’ve shivered at the gesture or started praying to their pathetic archon that he spared their life.

you didn’t.

you merely look back at him unafraid. and perhaps that was one of the reasons why he was drawn to you.

“is it, sir? i’ve read our policies and the mighty tsaritsa never mentions such a rule.”

his jaw clenches. you were a mouthy little minx, aren’t you? he internally sneers, his eyes narrow at you, guess he has to fix that later.

“it’s a new policy.” his tone was firm. it stresses this was the end of the matter. you either take what he says to heart and comply or you face the consequences of your disobedience. “understood?”

“yes, sir,” you gulp and it creates a small smile to emerge on his lips.

“good girl.”

having a harbinger for a lover was an affair you didn’t intend to happen. it was too outlandish. you envisioned yourself to settle down with an honest man and live a modest life in the countryside and yet here you were, happily dating the most affluent, and cunning, harbinger.

whenever your family sent you letters, they consistently ask you about him and if he was treating you right. as usual, they were bewildered to read how different he was from the murmurs in town. pantalone was a sweet, gentle lover — he cares for you like you were his most prized possession. it was made obvious when he spoils you with everything your heart desires.

he didn’t ask for anything, only for you to follow his request of seeking his permission anytime you wish to meet with your friends or relatives, remembering the very early curfew he gave you, and cutting off those he disapproved. although it highlighted his possessiveness and overprotectiveness, bordering on sheer paranoia, you didn’t see anything wrong with it. you were fully understanding of his strange requests since you knew you were both taking a huge risk of having a relationship.

regardless of what others try to say, he had adversaries who were ready to attack him the second he showed any sign of weakness.

hence, you found yourself in a big dilemma when you chose to disregard his rules and went out with your friends, whom he made clear he disliked, without telling him. he told you one of them harbored feelings for you and it left him feeling annoyed to know you were around someone who wanted to pursue you. you were his; majority should know that by now and find another poor soul to pester.

one thing you were frequently told by those around you was how unsettling your lover could be at times and you weren’t able to see what they saw until tonight.

“where were you this afternoon?” pantalone lazily swirls the wine glass in his hand before taking a long, agonizing sip of his drink. you stay seated across him visibly impassive while you feasted on the meal prepared for the evening.

“what do you mean? i was at home the whole day.”

the air went still.

you were naive enough to reckon that everything was going to be all right until you were harshly faced with the reality of your actions when you heard the noise of a chair screeching and footsteps approaching you.

you feel him tuck your hair back. he must’ve been leaning or kneeling down because you suddenly felt his breath against your neck. “i asked you a question, little one. i expect some respect from you to tell me the truth.” his voice wavered on threatening. it was chilling to find the man you normally run to for solace become the reason why you’d come to him for comfort.

“i-i, um… i went out with my friends,” you manage to stutter out and he went quiet again, “i’m sorry that i… that i-i didn’t tell you. i didn’t know it was going to be a big deal!”

he simply scoffs at you and your eyes soon water at what he might say next. you were close to the verge of crying.

“when you agreed to be mine,” pantalone starts, “you made a promise that you trust me and do what i say. i told you not to leave without telling me and what did you do?” he pauses, waiting for you to respond. it was condescending to have him gaze at you like a disappointed parent whose child was in trouble.

“i-i left without telling you,” you sniffle. his demeanor swiftly changes when you started to cry. he removes his hand from your face and pets your head, calming you down.

“i’m sorry, little one…” he murmurs, “i must’ve really scared you there, didn’t i? but you do understand why i was mad at you, right? there are people out there who want to take you away from me and i won’t let that happen… not if i can help it.”

[storiesforallfandoms]

irrelevant ~ corpse husband

word count: 2157

request?: no

description: he tries to push himself when he messes up his voice, so she takes it upon herself to try and get him to take a break

pairing: corpse husband x female!reader

warnings: swearing

masterlist (one, two)

The worst mistake one can make is playing a voice memo from Corpse when they have both headphones in and their music turned up. You’d think I would have learned that by now with how long I had known Corpse, but yet again I was a fool.

I was walking to Corpse’s place when I got the message. Me, being naïve, gladly played the message, only to be met with Corpse screaming in my ears. I was sure I got some strange looks as I frantically yanked my headphones out and nearly threw my phone in shock.

Once I recovered from the heart attack that was caused by the scream, I sent Corpse a text in response.

“wtf was that?!”

“scream”

“i know it was scream. why scream?”

“been working on a song all day. so much screaming”

I cringed to myself. I knew all that screaming wasn’t good on his voice and throat, and I knew he was going to push himself to go ahead with his stream that night.

I let myself into his apartment when I arrived and called, “Hey you! I’m here!”

There was no response. That wasn’t unusual as Corpse often didn’t raise his voice because it hurt his throat too much, but I still had a sneaky suspicion that his silence had to do with the screaming he had been doing all day.

His bedroom was empty, so I that meant he was in his streaming room. I normally wouldn’t just walk in and interrupt his streaming or editing, but I wasn’t about to let Corpse push himself past his limits. I knocked lightly before opening the door. Corpse was sat at his computer, the only light coming from the screen in front of him. He turned in his chair and smiled at me, the screen light silhouetting his frame.

‘hey. Sorry, I didn’t hear you come in.”

I winced. His voice sounded worse than I expected. “Babe...”

He waved away my concern. “I’m fine. It’s fine.”

“It’s not fine. You can barley speak. You must be in a lot of pain.”

He went to wave away my comment again, but started to cough and winced. I sighed and walked into the room, extending a hand to him. Reluctantly, he took it and allowed me to pull him out of the room. I led him to his room and basically forced him to lay down. I knew it was useless, but I still went to get him a glass of water to try and help with his throat.

I laid down next to him and ran my hands through his mess of curls. He leaned into my touch, a small, content smile on his face.

“I don’t think you should stream tonight,” I told him. “You should rest your voice.”

He hummed in response, his smile dissolving into a worried frown. “I have to.”

“You don’t have to. You’re allowed to take a break when you need to.”

He shook his head. “I told Rae - ”

“Rae will understand. All your friends will understand.”

Corpse sighed. He had no other argument, but I knew he’d still try. Before he could say anything, though, I wrapped my arms around him and pulled him to me, resting his head on my chest. He placed on arm over my stomach, instantly relaxing into my embrace. I started running my fingers through his hair again, trying to ease him into a peaceful sleep, or even just a brief few minutes of rest. I knew him enough to know that playing with his hair would get him to fall asleep, especially when he was already tired, and I could tell by his eyes that he was definitely tired.

And of course, I was right. It wasn’t too long until Corpse drifted off to sleep. I kept playing with his dark, curly locks for a while, content to be laid there with him. But soon enough, I knew I would have to get up and go talk to Rae about him not playing with them tonight. I knew I’d likely feel bad when Corpse woke up and realized what I did, but I also knew he wouldn’t do it otherwise. He could be mad at me if he wanted, but I didn’t want him to be in pain.

I managed to wiggle out from under him and gently place him on the bed. I couldn’t help but stand there and look at him for a little while longer. He looked so peaceful, so beautiful.

God, I am so in love with this man.

I smiled to myself before turning and walking back to his streaming room. He had left his Discord open and I could already see he had been messaging Rae. She was asking him if he’d be okay to play with them still, and he was assuring her that he would be there because he had planned a stream of his own for that night. I sat down in his computer chair and put his headphones on before clicking the call button next to Rae’s name.

It didn’t ring for too long before Rae’s cheery voice answered. “Corpse!”

“Not Corpse,” I said.

“(Y/N)! Even better!” I chuckled at her enthusiasm. “To what do I owe the pleasure?”

“I’m calling to let you know that Corpse won’t be playing with you tonight.”

“Oh no,” she said, her voice immediately turning to concern. "Is he okay?”

“His voice isn’t all that good right now. He doesn’t want to admit it, but I know he’s in pain. I practically had to force him to go lie down and rest. He’s still trying to play with you guys tonight, but I wanted to call to ask you to tell him to go rest if he does try to join the game.”

“Oh my God, of course! I kind of had a feeling he wasn’t as up to streaming tonight as he was saying he was. I had a group call with him and Sykkuno earlier and he didn’t sound well at all.”

“Yeah, you know Corpse. All work and no rest.”

“Thanks for looking out for him, (Y/N). I hope you know all of us appreciate him having you when we can’t be there for him.”

I smiled. “You guys don’t have to thank me. I just love him too much to see him hurting. Whatever I can do the help I’ll do it.”

We said our goodbyes and ended the call. Next, I went to Corpse’s Twitter, which he always left open, and decided to tell everyone that he would not be streaming that night so that no one was waiting around for a stream that wouldn’t be happening.

Once I was finished, I shut down his computer and made my way back to his room. Since I had been gone, Corpse had rolled onto his stomach and stretched out to basically take up the whole bed. I giggled as I tried to get into what little space was left without waking him. Unfortunately, my mission did not go as planned as the minute my back hit the bed, Corpse’s eyes fluttered open.

“Hello sleeping beauty,” I said, softly. “How do you feel?”

“Somehow, even more tired than before,” he said. His voice still sounded rough, but it sounded more like his just waking up voice and not like he had hurt it earlier. That was a good sign.

“Maybe you need more sleep then.”

“I need a few months worth of sleep,” he said, a small smile tugging at the corners of his lips. I couldn’t help but smile back at him. “What time is it, anyways?”

I checked my phone. “It’s seven.”

Corpse’s eyes widened and he quickly sprung up to a sitting position. “Shit! Rae’s lobby starts at seven!”

I reached a hand out to stop him before he got out of bed. “I was already talking to Rae. I told her you weren’t feeling well, and she understands. I think she already has someone else lined up.”

“You did what?!”

The angry tone in his voice made me flinch. “I...I called Rae?”

“Why did you do that? I told you I had to be in that lobby!”

“Corpse, you were recording a song all day that required you to scream. Your voice is not good, your throat is obviously in pain. Even Rae said you didn’t seem yourself when she was talking to you earlier! Missing one lobby and one stream isn’t going to be the end of the world.”

“Ah fuck, my stream! If I don’t have a lobby - ”

“I took care of that too.”

He looked at me in shock. “You...how...?”

I suddenly felt very guilty for all I had done without talking to him first. “I...I tweeted...”

I trailed off, but Corpse knew where I was going with it. He pulled his phone from his pocket and went onto Twitter to see the tweet I had posted. He groaned and tossed his phone on the bed, running his hands through his hair.

“I was fine to stream, (Y/N)!” he snapped.

The raising of his tone cut deep. He had never raised his voice at me before. It was kind of scary, but at the same time it made me angry. I was just trying to look out for him, and this was how he was reacting?

“You are not fine to stream!” I snapped back. “I’m sorry I didn’t talk to you before I called Rae or before I posted the tweet, but I know how you are, Corpse. I know that you would’ve worked all day on that song, screaming and fucking up your throat, and then you would’ve went and streamed for like two hours and hurt yourself more, and then you’d be out of commission and feeling like shit for days. I’m sorry but I don’t want you to hurt yourself. I don’t want you to push yourself past your limits and run yourself down. I’m sorry that I care so much about you that I wanted to make sure you actually rested for once!”

Tears were welling up in my eyes. I had to look away to stop Corpse from seeing me cry. Part of me wanted to leave and to just let him do whatever he wanted, but at the same time I didn’t want to get up from his bed. I just wanted to sit there and let the emotions pass before I said or did anything else.

The bed dipped next to me and I felt his arms wrap around me. He rested his chin on top of my head and I leaned into his chest instinctively.

“I’m sorry I raised my voice at you,” he said. “I know you meant well with what you did.”

“I’m sorry I didn’t talk to you about it first,” I responded.

Corpse shook his head. “You shouldn’t be sorry. You’re trying to look out for me. I know if I had joined that lobby then everyone would’ve tried to get me to leave, too. I just...I don’t want everyone to forget about me if I’m not posting content.”

I raised my head to look at him. “What do you mean?”

He didn’t respond at first. He looked away, trying not to meet my eye. I cupped his face with both of my hands and forced him to look down at me. “Corpse, you know your fans aren’t going to go away if you take some time away, right? They’re still going to be there for you.”

“But will they? If I’m not giving them constant content, will they not just grow bored of me and look for another creator who can actually meet their needs?”

I wiggled out of his arms to reach for his phone that he had discarded onto the bed. I opened the thread of replies on the tweet I had posted and showed it to him.

“You see these?” I asked as I scrolled through the comments. “All these messages are in support of you taking time off to rest. Everyone here wants you to take care of yourself, not for you to be posting content until you’re burnt out. They care so much about you. They’re not going anywhere, they’ll be here when you’re ready to post again.”

Corpse buried his head in my hair, holding me close to his chest again. I heard him sniffle, so I knew he was crying. I decided not to push it and wrapped my arms around his middle.

“I don’t deserve someone as amazing as you,” he said, placing a kiss on the top of my head.

“I think you deserve the world,” I responded. I lifted my head so I could kiss his nose. “Now, wanna lay down and watch Death Note again?”

He smiled and kissed my lips before responding, “You already know the answer to that.”

[cherrycheridarling]

lockscreen | t.h.

tom holland x famous!reader

warnings: none just fluff

summary: tom goes on jimmy fallon for a game of 'show me your phone'. being the oblivious child he is, tom forgets about his lockscreen.

wc: 1.4k

"Welcome back! We're here again with the star of the Spider-Man series, Tom Holland!" Jimmy's announcement drew cheers from the audience. "Tonight, we are going to be playing a game called 'Show Me Your Phone'."

Jimmy went on to explain the game to the crowd as Tom sat across from him patiently waiting. Jimmy pressed on the button first and ended up showing the world that his last photo was a selfie taken minutes ago in the washroom. That gained a lot of laughs. Then it was Tom's turn.

"I'm terrified. I don't even know what's on my phone." Tom shook his hands before firmly pushing the button. It landed on the iMessage icon. "Oh? My last text message convo?" he began to unlock his phone. Eyes skimming over his lockscreen.

"Yup, and once it's locked in, you can't touch it." Jimmy reminded him of the rules as Tom quickly skimmed through his last conversation.

Tom ran a hand down his face before chuckling, "Oh, geez. Alright, some context, I needed help picking a tie for tonight and my mate, Harrison, is nowhere near helpful."

He placed his phone in front of the camera as the conversation appeared for the audience to read.

Tom: haz what tie? red or blue?

Harrison: youre ugly either way

Tom: you look like dolores umbridge. pick a tie ffs

Harrison: mm my babe umbridge. jokes. i'd say purple

Tom: you're gross and no help at all

Harrison: have fun babe the bed is waiting for you

Tom: don't make me puke before i go on the show

Harrison: puke on me daddy

The crowd bursted out into laughter along with Jimmy as Tom covered his beet red face in embarrassment. "He is going to kill me for showing that." Tom was laughing as he spoke.

"That's hilarious! Okay, my turn." Jimmy ended up sharing a voice memo of him reminding himself to do chores around the house.

Tom wiped his hands on his pants before pushing the large button again. It landed on the lock icon. "What does that mean?"

"You have to share your lockscreen."

Tom's posture visibly stiffened at the information given. He wished he had gotten some warning before coming on the show. A caution sign telling him to erase everything on the iPhone.

His lockscreen was a memory. A keepsake. You. A piece of his heart. A reminder of happiness and the loving moments you shared with one another. It was taken a little over a year ago at Zendaya's house for a get-together with a few close friends.

You were propped up on the kitchen island, a wide smile on your face. Tom standing in between your legs with his back to your chest. Your arms wrapped around his shoulders as he tilted his head and placed a kiss on your cheek. Jacob Batalon had captured the moment. A heartwarming interaction that you had both done an outstanding job at keeping under wraps.

You had been dating for nearly two years. How you had managed to keep it hidden for such an extended amount of time was a wonder to everyone who knew, including yourselves. It wasn't that you were both set on no one ever finding out, you just never saw the need to. It was your relationship, only meant to be shared between the two of you.

Tom hoped you wouldn't be mad if the world found out, but he enjoyed the privacy and the feeling of having something that was only his. Something he didn't have to share with the globe. Tom debated on his options. Showing the picture and making headlines for the next week or refusing to do so and ruining the game while making everyone suspicious of him.

The former won.

"Okay, um." Tom nervously let out a laugh, "Surprise?"

With shaking hands, he placed his locked phone on the stand and avoided looking into the crowd as reactions varied throughout the studio. Gasps, cheers, 'aww's, even some screams. Both of his hands shielded his expression from the cameras as he allowed the audience to examine the photo.

"Oh, my god! W-what?!" Jimmy stammered, shocked what his eyes saw, "That's Y/N Y/L/N! A-are you two?" his eyes flicked from the phone to Tom.

Tom nodded slowly, "Yeah, yeah. It is and we are. Nearly two years steady." this intel drew more shocked reactions from the habitants of the studio.

"This is amazing! We love Y/N! But wow, how did no one know?!" Jimmy was still in disbelief.

Tom smiled at your name, "I may be loose-lipped with movie spoilers, but this is proof that I can keep secrets."

Jimmy's mouth was agape, "I have so many questions and you are so lucky that we are out of time."

Tom released a breath he didn't know he was holding as Jimmy said goodbye to the cameras and they stopped recording.

As Tom made his way backstage to head to his hotel, his heart began to beat out of his chest as he thought about your reaction.

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Lounging on his hotel comforter, Tom pulled out his phone once again and clicked on your contact. m'lady. Pressing the FaceTime icon.

Your bright smile lit up the screen, illuminating his mood like the sun on a stormy day.

"Hello, lover. To what do I owe the pleasure of this late night call?" you chuckled while sitting up against the headboard of your bed, Tessa laying beside you.

Tom couldn't suppress his grin at your presence even if it was through a screen, "Hi, darling. I didn't know if you would be awake. Isn't it nearly three in the morning there?"

You nodded and pushed your glasses up on your nose, "Had to run some lines with Tess before filming tomorrow. She's a great actress." you panned the camera over to the sleeping pup.

"Sometimes I think you're only with me for my dog." he joked with a light laugh.

"Shoot. I thought I had you fooled." you teased back, "Why did you call, bum?"

He scratched the back of neck and avoided looking at the screen. That was enough for you to know that something was up.

"What part of your movie did you spoil this time?" you chuckled.

Tom shook his head with a smile, brown curls flopping on his head, "Nothing about my film, love. More or less about us." he mumbled the last bit, but you heard it.

Your shoulders tensed involuntarily, "I'm gonna need more information than that."

"We were playing a game where you have to show certain things on your phone and I had to show my lockscreen and, well, you know what my lockscreen is." his nerves grew with every second that your face stayed expressionless.

"Okay. How did they react?" you stifled a yawn.

Tom's eyebrows furrowed at your response, "Y-you're not mad?"

You chuckled, "Do you want me to be mad?"

"No, no, no." he quickly protested, "I just didn't know if you were ready to tell the world about us and I'm sorry for not informing you before making that big of a step in our relationship."

You smiled at the caring boy in your life. His thoughtfulness overpowering any negative emotions that could've surfaced. You weren't mad at all. Two years was a long time to keep a relationship hidden especially when both of the parties are well known to the public.

"No need to apologize, mi amor. It was about time everyone found out. Long overdue if you ask me. I would've appreciated a heads up, but I'm not mad." you insisted, and it was true.

Tom visibly relaxed at your words, "The audience was shocked and some gushed and screamed. Can't wait to see the headlines and news articles tomorrow."

"I can see it now: 'Spider-Man Actor, Tom Holland and Actress, Y/N Y/L/N's Hidden Love'." you spoke in a mocking voice making your boyfriend laugh.

"Can't forget; 'All the evidence of their relationship that the public overlooked'." he joked in the same tone as you both laughed together joyously.

Your laughter died down while a peaceful smile lingered on your lips, "I'm glad you had fun tonight. I should get some rest. Need to be in hair and makeup at seven."

He nodded understandingly, "Have fun on set, darling. I'll talk to you later. Goodnight, sleep tight, sweet dreams."

"Goodnight, sleep tight, sweet dreams, lover." you gave a little wave before ending the call.

[utterlyhopeful-fics]

Bodies and Betrayals

A/N: I just started a new series called Badlands by Natalie Bennett and it helped inspire this smutty fic. There might be a part 2... 

MASTERLIST 

Angel Reyes x Reader; Ez Reyes x Reader

Word Count: 2700

Warnings: mention of death, language, smut, oral (f receiving), more smut, grief, reader trying to heal, (gif not mine!)

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Thunderous claps of lightening boomed in the distance but Y/N didn’t shy away from the desolate graveyard she currently found herself in. His newly minted tombstone held an array of flowers making her feel like he wasn’t quite gone…not just yet. Six feet under the tarnished ground laid an empty casket. His body had yet to be discovered, only large pools of blood inferencing Angel bled to death. She eyed the gray skies circling the bitter clouds as a chill ran through the wispy air. Her heel sunk another half inch into the damp grass.

Nobody prepares you for the loss of a spouse, a partner, your proverbial other half, but here Y/N was standing at a dead man’s grave wondering where it all went wrong. She aced the art of pretending mastering mere illusions for kicks. She became so good that after a while the lines blurred between truth and fiction. And sometimes, when she did an excellent job, she even fooled myself. Life was particularly fucked up most of time.

Guilt chewed away as she gnawed at the inside of her cheek holding back the forlorn tears. Angel was a ghost, a dead man who now resided in her mind alone. Bubbling rage simmered through every ounce of blood in her withered body unknowingly forcing her nails to dig into the palm of her hands. 

The pain was real, something tangible she could taste, feel. In this bitter moment, Y/N knew she would never forgive Angel Reyes for breaking her heart. Too many chances, too many betrayals led her to his exact place. Kneeling eye level with the tombstone, Y/N released her parting words rubbing the cold marble soothingly; “May you now dance in Hell, mi amor.”

Ezekiel watched the widow not daring to offer his comfort or condolences yet admired the wrathful woman who took Y/N’s place. She was fierce and furious, no more the quiet, docile girl he’d met decades ago. The cigarette between his chapped lips burned brightly with every inhale. The burn a welcoming distraction. From her rigid shoulders to her dusty black dress, Y/N appeared hauntingly ethereal. Forever the enchantress.

“How ya holdin’ up?”

“How the fuck do you think, Ezekiel?”

Poisonous venom laced her words at the deceitful question. Ez reached for her but Y/N was faster flinching from his touch. Come to think of it, he hadn’t seen her cry or scream or show any emotion besides unbridled madness since his brother’s passing.

“He was far from perfect but he didn’t deserve this. Why the hell did we have a funeral without a fucking body? I mean, who does that?”

Concern echoed his demeanor; “Y/N….”

“Seriously, I’m fine.”

“Bullshit.”

Her eyes gleamed up to his glassy caramel orbs finding a moment’s solace. Ezekiel was peace incarnate.

“Who found all the blood?”

His cheeks flared a vibrantly betraying hue. Unwillingness spread through his stiff limbs reluctant to make eye contact.

“I don’t know.”

“Yes, you fucking do.”

Nervously, Ez scratched the back of his head searching for the easiest letdown. But Y/N’s serene voice broke through the bubble.

“It was her, wasn’t it? Fucking what’s her name…?”

“Nails.”

“Class act that one. Gotta give it to you boys for hiding your secrets so damn well.”

“We’re not all like that.”

Her demeaning stare met his hopeful one; “Aren’t you though?”

A light patter sprinkled the ground signaling the storm fast approaching. Y/N couldn’t bring herself to care about anything but being in a overgrown cemetery.

“He stopped loving me a long time ago, Ez. I just didn’t get the memo.”

The truth lingered in the air like a suffocating force causing Ez to act rashly. His arms engulfed her sulky frame noticing how emaciated she was. Protruding cheekbones, slender neck, and how every bone that shouldn’t be visible now was. Her makeup smeared against his suit jacket but still no tears came. So, he held her closer. This time though, she didn’t pull away.

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The house remained in utter disarray not wanting to waste her depleting time on menial chores when she could instead wallow in self-pity. Unwashed clothes decorated the laundry room she hadn’t entered in weeks. Dust collected on every possible crevice as spoilt food wreaked havoc in the fridge. 

Hell, Y/N couldn’t even recall the last time she showered nonetheless done anything for herself. Even from the grave, Angel troubled her. His mere presence loitered in their once lively home. His kutte still hooked around a kitchen chair like he’d just come home, his favorite beer chilled and stock just like the good ole days.

“You look like shit.”

“I feel like it.”

“Maybe you outta try tiding up the place… get your mind off things.”

“What a grand idea, boy genius. I don’t feel like it.”

The whiplash radiating from Y/N was inevitable attacking his every word leaving him bewildered. We all mourn in different ways. Ezekiel just couldn’t figure out her method of madness quite yet.

“You’re not okay.”

“Thanks Captain Obvious.”

“I don’t wanna pry—”

“Then don’t.”

“It’s been three weeks and I still can’t piece together shit. You’re my best friend. We used to tell each other everything.”

“Yeah, past tense. We used to until you started covering up all your brother’s dirty laundry. I don’t trust you anymore.”

“Ahh, finally some fucking clarity.”

“Neither of you deserved me.”

Her poignant honesty hovered catching Ez off guard. Her scolding persisted; “You made a fool outta me. The Reyes brothers for the fucking win. I mean, I’m not perfect nor do I claim to be but all I asked for was the bare minimum and he couldn’t provide. Your friendship was the sacrificial token whether you knew it or not. You already choose sides, E. And I’m not really in a forgiving mood.”

“So, you’re gonna push everyone away and just be miserable, huh? Great plan, kiddo.”

“I wish…”

“What?”

Y/N bit her lip hoping to keep her unguarded emotions confined but slipped.

“Am I a monster for feeling relief? Angel died and I felt like I could finally breathe. How messed up is that?”

The broken, beautiful woman before him searched his shocked face questioning if she’d gone too far. But there was no turning back now…

“No. Your feelings are valid.”

“So many nights I prayed for him to come home to me fully knowing he was fucking some other bitch. I spent eleven years chained to a man who never once appreciated me.

“I didn’t realize—”

“No one did. Because I’m not a quitter. At every challenge, I faced it head-on begging for a solution but he would just push me away, a forgettable forethought. Then when Adelita happened…. I was fucking done. I asked for a divorce and he had the audacity to say ‘over my dead body’. And now I’m supposed to be grieving the loss of my husband when all I can think about is how damn horny I am. God! I haven’t had sex in almost a year and suddenly that’s more distressing than the rest of the shit going on in my life.”

“I didn’t realize Angel was that much of an asshole.”

A side-eye from Y/N unavoidably grabbed his attention.

“You know what I mean. I wish I would’ve known.”

“Me too.”

Stillness aerated the stagnant living room. Y/N chugged her wine polishing off the remainder of the bottle seeking another to fill its place. She mindlessly swayed to the kitchen forgoing the wine for vodka. The repulsive burn was a welcome distraction forcing another large gulp down her throat.  Ez sprang up heading to the kitchen.

“Whoa whoa, slow down champ.”

“Why?”

“Because I don’t feel like watching you get your stomach pumped tonight.”

Ezekiel claimed the bottle taking a swig of his own. His face cringed at the awfully bitter taste. Y/N meandered back to the couch plopping down, “You can’t babysit me forever, Ez.”

“Not babysitting if I’m not getting paid.”

Y/N threw a handful of stale popcorn at the handsome Reyes feigning shock. She didn’t recall making any pondering how long it’d been sitting abandoned.

“You’re an ass and I demand you take that back.”

“Make me.”

An unusual sensation overwhelmed Y/N as she catapulted atop Ez knowing exactly where to attack. Ez huffed as the wind got knocked from his lungs falling over. Y/N gazed down at him with innocent playfulness, a fleeting happiness. She continued tickling him as his hands gravitated to her hips pushing her further down on his lap.

“St—Stoppp!!”

Her breath danced along the ridge of his neck before flipping Y/N completely on her back. Her arms now pinned above her head at his mercy.

“Oh, how the tides have changed…”

Their breathing intermingled as her chest rose. Ez conveniently slotted himself between her thighs. Her legs locked around his hips keeping Ez in place. Both quiet embracing the calm before the storm. Her eyes blazed with unspoken passion; Ezekiel’s alit with burning lust. His grip tightened keeping her right where he wanted. With mere inches in between them, Y/N wordlessly begged. For what? That was to be determined.

“We can’t.”

Ez agreed; “We shouldn’t.”

Yet neither left their precarious situation. The tension mounted as Y/N wiggled underneath him. A groan riddled from Ez at the sudden movement. Her shameless eyes pleaded with his, Ez hovered bumping their noses. Y/N closed the gap locking her chapped lips to his. He kissed back like a man possessed grinding against Y/N. 

Teeth clashed and tongues danced as both fought for dominance. With her hands free, Y/N looped her fingers through his hair tugging harshly. Ezekiel playfully bit her bottom lip in response. Seconds morphed to minutes only intensifying the passing mischief.

Marisol raised him better than this, to covet his brother’s wife, his best friend but that didn’t stop him in the slightest. Some twisted root within Y/N ached for Ez while yearning for Angel and their love. Ezekiel’s attention was drawn to the clanging of his belt unbuckling shredding his last bit of resolve. 

Warm fingertips slipped beneath her baggy t-shit, Angel’s old shirt devouring the flesh underneath. He held her when her insecurities were as sharp as a knife and at every moment, they got sharper, he held Y/N even tighter.

She sunk deeper into the depths of her sorrow yet soared at the adrenaline rush. Y/N knew better but her body simply couldn’t resist the temptation, the craving of closeness. As long as it drowned her mounting doubts. Her dead husband painted her closed lids every blink. Her stomach revolted at every turn while a pleasant buzz radiated in her pelvis. Her pelvic muscles spasmed around nothing dying for Ezekiel to take her.  

Whether it was grief and lust pushing, Y/N didn’t care, desperately shoving his pants and boxers down with her feet until the offensive material clung to his ankles. Her hands made quick work of his shirt throwing it somewhere in the distance. She froze admiring Ez in all his naked glory. That damn smirk of his would be the death of her. Guaranteed.

Suddenly, her sweats were yanked off faster than wild fire leaving Y/N bare and vulnerable. Petite kisses trailed down her belly towards her aching core. Ezekiel’s movements were sporadic yet methodically maddening. Her legs spread on their own accord granting him access to her inner sanctuary.

“Please, E….”

This specific day Y/N wasn’t above begging wanting nothing more than to feel alive for a goddamn second. His hands gripped her outer thighs happily divulged into her flower. His tongue dipped between her folds nipping at her glistening bud. Y/N writhed as Ez devoured every last drop of her essence. Y/N spiraled unable to recall the last time she had a man between her thighs blissfully enjoying the ride. She spiraled further from reality losing herself in undeniable desire.

Her mind swarmed of memories of Angel forcing a lone tear to slid down her hollow cheek. Her legs quivered as his thumb pressed deeper on her clit stimulating an entirely different sensation. His tongue slid between her folds slurping at the excess nectar. She uncontrollably wiggled causing Ez’s hand to gravitate to her hips holding her firmly in place. A tiny tingle built in her belly growing fiercer with every passing lick. His ministrations continued not letting up until she exploded.

“Fuck, fuck, fuck. I’m gonna cu—cum.”

Her chest heaved as her moans quickened signaling a bittersweet end just on the horizon. Y/N’s hands found his interlocking the fingers glued to her hips. That radiant spark morphed into irresistible fireworks jolting her body awake for the first time in a long time. Auburn orbs locked with Y/N as her orgasm ascended to ungodly ecstasy. 

Her toes cringed as her body slowly came down from its high leaving an overwhelming silence. Guilt immediately crept into her senses blaring an alarm of betrayal. She refused for regret to take ahold basking in the selfish afterglow.

Easily snaking his way between her legs, Ezekiel’s cock prodded her swollen lips. Exactly where she craved him. Her legs instinctively locked around his ass trying anything to get Ez inside.

“Wait.”

He cupped her jaw drawing her attention. The intimacy intensified sucking the air from her lungs.

“What’s wrong, E?”

“Say it.”

“Say what?”

His stare was enough to eat her alive; “Just say it and I’m yours.”

His tip slid through her folds before halting all movement.

“I want you, Ezekiel Reyes.”

Ez bottomed out as she gladly accepted every thick inch he offered. Y/N huffed adjusting to Ez’s enormous size. It was fucking heavenly.

“Jesus, E. Warn a girl.”

“Shit, querida. You feel otherworldly.”

“Quit teasing and fucking move please.”

Without warning, his thrusts escalated plunging into her wet pussy hitting that spongy spot that made her eyes roll. Hands traveled down his protruding back muscles grabbing a globe of ass. Y/N desired Ez to consume every morsel of her soul, of her existence until there was nothing but the shell of the girl that used to be. Two bodies glistened in a thin layer of sweat moving seamlessly as one. Skin slapped sinking closer to eternal rapture. Grunts and moans filtered as neither kept quiet.

That minuscule spark grew within her again readying herself for a second euphoria. Ezekiel buried himself in the crook of her neck concentrating on her contracting walls. Her scent, her essence was driving him absolutely crazy. He pulled Y/N to his chest launching her forward. 

His back hit the couch sending Y/N atop his thick thighs. Both paused at the sudden switch of position. Ez was handing over the reins to do whatever she pleased. She excitedly accepted. At first, fer movements were slow, controlled. So right but so wrong. Her walls squeezed around his hardened cock eliciting a salacious mewl from the Mayan.

Once comfortable, Y/N rode like her life depended on it taking him all the way. She threw her head back in pleasure, Ezekiel lips latched to her right nipple sucking delightfully while palming the other. The rise and fall of her hips picked up speed.

“Y/N…”

Barely a whisper escaped; “Me too.”

Y/N screamed shattering to beautiful little pieces as she came with Ezekiel right on her heels. His arms wrapped around her as he erupted losing himself in her consuming heat. Warm spurts shot inside her womb mixing with her own juices. Y/N fell forward colliding with his chest both officially dead weight. With neither willing to move, they stayed in place soaking up the sheer exhilaration.

“Holy fuck.”

“Holy fuck is right.”

His fingers danced along her spine tickling the exposed skin. Soft kisses trailed down Ez’s neck trying to calm her pounding heart. Y/N’s hips swiveled in small circles sending tingles to her tender core. Ezekiel was already at half mast, she persisted. His lips found hers effortlessly locking the searing passion flaming dangerously. The night dragged on indulging in each other’s pleasure without a care in the world and Y/N couldn’t help but wonder…If you can love the wrong one so much, just imagine how much you can love the right one.  

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[ally-writes-many-things]

Kook Vs Pogue (Rafe Cameron) Part 1

Summary: You and Rafe were each other’s booty calls but after something happened, you had broke it off.

Words: 1.6k words

Prompts: 

Requested: Yes

Warnings or A/N: NSFW but I don’t go into detail when it comes to the nitty and gritty just the details when it comes to heated make out sessions. 

        You were walking out of school on your last day ever when you saw Rafe Cameron's brand-new car next to your old car. You also saw Rafe and his friends standing there, even from this far away, you could tell that they were making fun of your car. You rolled your eyes, sighed and walked towards your car. They would likely say the same thing they consistently stated, thinking it was an insult. You made it to your car and Rafe noticed. "Y/n-"       You rolled your eyes and stopped him before he could finish. "I absolutely don't care what you have to say Rafe, like I've said in the past. It might not be a fancy brand-new car that costed hundreds of thousands of dollars. All I care that it gets me from point A to point B,"       Rafe scoffed. "Come on Y/n, you know you care just a slight bit that I have a nice car and you don't,"       You opened your door to your car and flung your bags on the passenger's seat and looked at Rafe one more time. "No, I don't because I actually purchased this car with my own money and not with daddy's money. The question is though what would you do if Mr. Cameron lost of all his money and you had to move out of the mansion of yours and to a house in the Cut?" Rafe didn't answer.      "Thought so," -2 years later-       "Shut up, Cameron,"       Rafe laughed at you as you straddled him. "Come on Y/n. This is something that you would've never thought was gonna happen,"       He was telling the truth, you never in a thousand years thought that you'd be friends with Rafe, much less hooking up with him. It all started at a party a few months ago, you were looking for some fun that night and Rafe was there that night and things just happened. This was the third time you had done this, but you weren't exactly nervous about it but the more he talked the more unsettled you got. "Yeah I know,"        Rafe situated you better on his lap and looked at you, he could tell you were still somewhat nervous about it. He bought his face next to your ear and whispered in your ear. "If you want me to stop, tell me now,"        He gently kissed your ear, when you didn't answer. He kissed your neck. "Or now,"        The vibration his voice caused against your neck, felt so good that it made you rolled your eyes in pleasure.        You didn't answer again. He kissed your jawline and kept getting closer and closer to your lips and right before he kissed your lips, he stopped. "Or-"        You wrapped your arms around his neck and roughly placed your lips on his. He tired to kiss you gently, but that's not what you wanted, you wanted roughness. Your hands went up his neck and to his hair and pulled it. That got the point across to Rafe and he grabbed your hips and pulled you hard against him. He reached up your shirt and started going up your body but stopped right before your boobs, unsure if you were okay with it. You stopped kissing Rafe and pulled your shirt over your head. "You can do whatever,"       Rafe smirked and pulled his shirt over his head. Instantly after that he put lips on your chest and your hands went back into his hair and pulled it again. You two were both a moaning mess when you heard, your front door shut and footsteps coming towards your room. You pulled away from Rafe, and Rafe was about to say something but you quickly put your hand over his mouth. You were supposed to be home alone for a bit and that's why you invite Rafe over. No one knew you and Rafe were hooking up and you wanted to keep it that way. "Y/n? You home?"        It was your brother JJ at your door. "Yeah, I'm home. What do you need?"        "If I can hear you from down, the hall so can dad. So I'd be more quiet if I was you,"        Rafe chuckled and tried to talk against your hand. "Yeah, keep it quiet,"        You just held your hand harder against his mouth. "Okay,"        You didn't move until you heard his footsteps go down the hallway.        Once you didn't hear his footsteps anymore, you dropped your hand and before you could do or say anything. Rafe flips you on to the bed under him as he started kissing you all over your body. --        You woke up to the sound of your alarm going off, you sat up and looked at the spot Rafe was laying in when you went to sleep. He was gone. You would fall asleep before he left and he would always be gone by the time you woke up, which you were perfectly fine. You got out of bed and grabbed your country club work uniform and went into the bathroom and took a shower.        After the shower and getting dressed, you walked over to the mirror that is above your dresser in your bedroom and noticed a sticky note on the mirror;       "Had fun last night. Love the sounds that I can cause to come out of you,"        You shook your head and laughed. You put the sticky note in the dresser with the other notes he's left so far. --        It was a pretty busy day at the country club, and it was a lot of: "no sir," "yes ma'am," "I’m sorry, ma'am," "you're right, sir,"        You were about on the last nerve when you saw Rafe walking in with Topper and his other friends and sits down at the table you were serving. Rafe did it on purpose. He knew which tables were usually yours. You sighed and flipped to a new page in your memo pad and walked over to them.       "Hi, what can I get you to drink today?"       Topper and a girl named Lonnie looked at each other. "Excuse me, aren't you supposed to introduce yourself to us?"       "Topper, we've known each other since we were five, you know who I am,"       Topper tisked me. "tisk tisk tisk. What do you think Rafe, should I go and get a manager and tell her that one of their servers is being rude?"       You looked over at Rafe, secretly hoping he would tell Topper to shut up. Rafe sat up straight and nodded. "I think you might have too,"       You sighed and put on your fake smile. "Hi I'm Y/n, I'll be your server today. What can I get you to drink today?"       "That's better," -       You walked out of the kitchen, through the dinning hall and outside to the patio to where Rafe and co were. You sat them all down on the table and looked at the mall. "Are you ready to order?"       You saw Lonnie pick up her drink and stood up and then purposely bump into you and spilled her drink all over you. "Oops sorry but you were kind of in my way,"       You tried to breath in and out but you had enough of these entitled bitches thinking they could do whatever they want because their parents are rich. "You know-"       JJ stepped in front of you and stopped you talking. "I'll handle their order. It's time for you to clock out anyways,"       You nodded and said thank you. You took one last look at Rafe, who was looking everywhere but at you. -       You opened your locker and took out your bag. You grabbed one of your extra shirt you keep just for this reason. You took off your apron and threw it on your lock. You unbutton your shirt and threw on your extra shirt.       You get why Rafe didn't say anything but him not looking at you? I guess it's true. Kooks only look out for other Kooks, and you were a fool to believe otherwise. With a sigh, you threw your bag back into your locker and slammed your locker shut.       You sent a quick text to JJ, telling him to text you when he needed a ride home. You walked out of the locker room and you saw Rafe was leaning on the wall that was opposite of the locker room. You didn't really want to talk to him, but that won't stop him. "Y/n,"       You ignored him and walked past him. He grabbed your arm and made you stop walking, you turned halfway and looked at him. "What do you want, Rafe?"       That made him instantly dropped your arm and took a step back. You had talked to him with this much animosity since that fist night. You didn't mean for it to come out like that but you couldn't help it. You didn't care that he didn't stand up for you. You expected this as much but the fact he refused to look at you? Now that kinda made you upset.       "I just wanted to apologize with what just happened with Lonnie," You turned all the way around. "You're not the one who should be apologizing,"       "I'm not apologizing for Lonnie. I'm apologizing for not saying anything,"       You rolled your eyes. "You apologize would give it away. I don't care about that. What I care about was that you wouldn't even look at me during it," Rafe gave you a confused look. "Wouldn't that alwasy give it away too?"       "No. Yes. Maybe. I don't know. Maybe, we should just stop all together,"       "Is that what you want?"       "All I know is that Kooks will always look out for other Kooks and no one else and that's fine but I'm not gonna put myself in the situation where I know you'll chose a Kook over me, so yeah, I'm done with whatever this is,"       Rafe looked at you, away from you, licked his lips as he was accepting what you just did. He looked at you nodded and walked off.

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🌷 social media au where y/n posts an advertisement looking for a new place to stay that is closer to campus, causing seven upperclassmen to make it their mission to recruit her into their dormitories 🌷

A/N: THIS TOOK FOREVER AND I KINDA RUSHED IT AT THE END BUT HOPEFULLY IT MAKES SENSE?? anyway, yoongi didn’t do anything stupid (depending on your definition of stupid) so no need to worry about him being cringey,,, i spared you all from the secondhand embarrassment but i won’t be so kind next time!! anyway... enjoy || W.C. 3.8K

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By the time Seokjin’s phone begins to ring, Yoongi can already feel the dread settle deep inside his bones. The familiar coil of anxiety tightens around his throat like a vice, and Yoongi has to remember how to breathe to keep himself from fainting like a corseted Victorian lady. 

“Well, that must be her!” Seokjin chimes, promptly declining your call without a glance. Yoongi catches a glimpse of your contact photo anyway: it’s an unflattering angle of you from below your neck, giving the illusion of a multitude of chins. If it were any other time, Yoongi might have smiled like a lovesick fool. 

“Don’t you dare let her in here,” Yoongi seethes. He tries to sound menacing, but the effect is severely diminished by how badly his voice cracks. He tugs at Seokjin by the sleeve, but the older man refuses to budge. “Hyung, I’m serious. I know what you’re trying to do.”

“Are you done live-tweeting your confusion now? Finally got the memo? I always knew you were a smart boy,” Seokjin laughs, patting Yoongi on the shoulder with his tomato sauce-covered tongs. “Since we’re on the same page now, why don’t you change clothes while I finish cooking? I know your entire wardrobe is composed of the free t-shirts you got from job fairs, but it would do well to wear a clean, unstained shirt.”

Yoongi swipes at him, hissing like the catboy that he is. “You’re the one who wiped shit on me, asshole. And yes, I figured out what you are trying to do. You think you’re so slick, but I know that you’re just trying to embarrass me in front of Y/N!”

Seokjin shrugs. “It isn’t like I’m trying to be slick. I embarrass you all the time. Besides, I’m setting you up on a date with the love of your life! You should be thanking me, if I’m being honest.”

Yoongi stammers, his jaw dropping in shock. “Love of my–?”

Seokjin waves his tongs in his face, silencing him. “Oh, hush. Don’t even try to hide it, Yoongi. I figured out that you like Y/N. Your weird behavior finally makes sense! After years of you avoiding her, I always thought you were just bad at forming human connections, but turns out you’ve got a gigantic heart boner for my best friend!”

“Please don’t phrase it like that,” Yoongi groans, smashing his head against his kitchen counter. He hopes a few brain cells might have died, just so he can stop processing the words coming out of Seokjin’s mouth. “Actually, just please stop talking.”

Seokjin snorts in exasperation as if Yoongi was the dramatic one between them. “Point is, this is a favor that I’ve chosen to grant you from the goodness of my heart! As I said, I’m giving you the love life you deserve! So stop whining and get moving before Y/N gets up here.”

“There isn’t any goodness nor a heart inside of you. And more importantly, when was the last time you did anything for free, you capitalist bastard!”

Seokjin clicks his tongue, shaking his head. “That’s where you’re wrong, Yoongi-chi. You’ve already paid me for my services by offering me front row seats to watch you lose your fucking mind. And that, my friend, is priceless.”

“Aha! So you do admit that this is all just a ploy to humiliate me!” Yoongi shouts. He grabs a knife from his scabbard, pointing it threateningly at Seokjin. He doesn’t even flinch, instead gently guiding Yoongi by the wrist over to the chopping board where he had placed some garlic cloves beforehand. Without prompting, Yoongi’s hand begins to move, his culinary instincts taking over.

“Yes and no,” Seokjin admits as he grabs Yoongi’s cast iron pan from the top shelf (which he has never gotten to use since he bought it, ever since Seokjin had borrowed it once and placed it too high for him to retrieve.) “I’m honestly trying to help you out here, my dude. Besides, even if shit hits the fan, Y/N isn’t gonna think any less of you. She’s too much of an idiot to resent anyone.”

“Speaking from experience?” Yoongi huffs, eyeing him with intense vitriol. “Can’t say I understand how she’s gone this long without killing you.” The next time the two of them are alone together in the wilderness, he can’t promise that his hands won’t find their way around Seokjin’s throat, and it won’t be sexy.

“Hmm. Yeah, definitely,” he says, nodding absentmindedly. As he begins to season the steak, he hands the cast iron pan to Yoongi. “Start preheating this. We need it to be smoking hot before we can place the steak on there.”

“I know how to cook a steak, fucker. And who said you’re allowed to serve my Wagyu steak? I was saving that for a special occasion!”

Seokjin looks up from his ministrations long enough to raise a brow at him. “So going on your first ever date with Y/N isn’t considered a special occasion?”

Yoongi falters, eyes widening. “N-no, that’s not what I mean!” he defends hotly, but he quickly snaps out of it. “Wait, no! This is not a date! Not when both parties did not agree to any of this!”

Seokjin pauses from his cooking to place a perfectly manicured hand on his hip. “I mean, Y/N agreed to it, so are you going to reject her? Huh? Too good for her and my spaghetti?”

Yoongi scoffs, rolling his eyes. “No, she did not agree to this. She doesn’t even know you’re forcing her to eat lunch with me.”

“How can you say that with such certainty?” Seokjin challenges, puffing his cheeks. “You don’t even know what I told her!”

Except I do know what you said, Yoongi thinks darkly to himself. And more importantly, I know what she thinks you were implying. He is pretty sure that the words “crush on him during high school” have seared themselves underneath his eyelids forevermore.

But instead, he says, “Yeah, well. If what you told her is as vague as what you told me, I have a pretty good hunch that this is going to blow up into a huge misunderstanding.”

Like the absolute menace that he is, all Seokjin does is shrug nonchalantly. “Suppose you are right… Who cares? It’s not like the two of you are strangers, so I’m sure this is going to go great!”

“What the fuck? She is a stranger! I’ve literally only spoken two words to her in the past four years!” Yoongi seethes, his temple throbbing from an oncoming migraine. 

Seokjin ignores him, as per his want. “Grab that plate, will you? I gotta plate the pasta before Y/N starts calling again to let her into the building,” he says, nudging the tongs into Yoongi’s hands. Yoongi squawks, quickly turning the stove off to keep the food from burning. 

Seokjin tears off his (read: Yoongi’s) apron off, wiping his hands on his jeans with a quick smile. “Great! While you finish up here, I’ll distract Y/N for a bit in my room before I lead her in here, alright? You better hurry unless you want to keep her waiting!”

“Oh, like how you kept her waiting downstairs for the past–” Yoongi checks his wall clock, “–seven minutes?”

Seokjin cackles madly, rushing out the door. “Well, that’s where you and I differ, Yoongi-chi! I give no shits about how Y/N thinks about me, so good luck!” After sending Yoongi three flying kisses for good measure, Seokjin slams the door shut, leaving Yoongi to simmer in his bad life choices.

The worst choice that he’s ever made? Being friends with one (1) Kim Seokjin.

“God, just end me,” Yoongi mutters, placing his $80 steak on his pan. It sizzles deliciously, much like how his (nonexistent) love life is about to get burnt to a crisp.

x x x x x

“Took you long enough.” You watch as Seokjin taunts you with a funny little dance by the lobby of his dormitory, the building receptionist not even batting an eye at his eccentricity. That’s the sad side effect of living in close proximity with Seokjin: you start getting desensitized to most things, not even flinching at the sight of a man without a functioning central nervous system.

Seokjin slides his card to open the door, finally allowing you entry. “Sorry. Got busy preparing your lunch! Which by the way, you should be thanking me for.”

“The moment I thank you for anything is the day that you slip on your own cum and die,” you grouse, nudging past him to get on the elevator first. You punch the button for the 5th floor before rapidly trying to close the elevator door on him. Unfortunately, Seokjin makes it in time before his ass gets clamped by the two steel doors.

“Thinking about my cum? Oh my, Y/N… I know you’ve had a dry spell for too long, but I didn’t think you’d be that desperate for some of my butter,” Seokjin says, leaning closely to wink at you.

Against your will, your cheeks brighten furiously, weakly pushing Seokjin away from you. “You wish. At least I don’t spend my spare time loitering outside the campus gym to ogle all the sweaty hot people.”

“And the invitation to join me still stands by the way!” Seokjin singsongs, leaping out of the elevator once you reach his floor. You walk side by side until you reach his room, but you catch him shooting a furtive glance at his next-door neighbor.

“Is Yoongi joining us for lunch?” you ask, failing to keep your curiosity from showing in your voice. If Yoongi does end up joining you for lunch (which has never happened in the past four years, convincing you that he must have a personal grudge against you), then at least it can confirm to you straight away that whatever this “date” is just another prank by Seokjin. You don’t know if you should be disappointed or grateful if it is just a joke.

Seokjin beams in response, a mischievous twinkle in his eye. “You know what? He is going to join us, actually!” 

He had been in the midst of unlocking his dorm when he changes direction, leading you to Yoongi’s door instead. He rifles through his other keys, and you notice one of them looks similar to his own house key, except with a Hello Kitty sticker on it. He pulls that key out and promptly unlocks Yoongi’s door without missing a beat.

What kind of weirdo must Yoongi be to give Seokjin a spare key to his dorm? You’d rather shit out a cactus than let Seokjin have free entry to your home whenever he pleases.

You hesitate by Yoongi’s door, feeling nervous all of a sudden. “Um, Seokjin? Are you sure it’s okay for me to–?”

“HONEY I’M HOOOOME!” Seokjin’s loud guffaw cuts you off before you can finish your question. He bursts through the door and leaves you by the hallway, and you watch as he nearly tackles Yoongi to the ground.

Yoongi, despite looking like he’s half the size of Seokjin on a good day, manages to keep upright despite how his back is now bent parallel to the floor. “Get off me!” he yells, roughly pushing Seokjin off of him. 

Seokjin tumbles to the floor, but the shit-eating grin on his face hardly wavers. He points at you by the doorway, a cheeky grin on his lips. “Look, Yoongi-chi! I brought a guest!”

Yoongi spares you half a glance before returning his attention to whatever he was cooking. “I suppose you did.”

Okay, this date is definitely a joke. Why the hell did you even think for a second that Seokjin might have been into you?

“Um,” you stutter nervously. You grind your heel into the carpet self-consciously, your gaze downcast. “Hello, Yoongi. Sorry for the intrusion, by the way…”

“It’s fine,” Yoongi replies, albeit a little curtly. He clears his throat, his face still tilted away from you so you can’t tell if he’s genuinely annoyed or not. 

You point a glare at Seokjin, who looks shamelessly pleased with himself. After taking a deep breath, you take your first steps into Yoongi’s home before gently closing the door.

As you look around at your new surroundings, you notice that his home is a lot cleaner than you would have expected, though you’re not exactly sure what you should have expected in the first place. It’s minimalist, but not in a barren type of way; it’s seems like Yoongi is fond of simple designs more than anything. It’s certainly a nice change of pace compared to Seokjin’s abomination of a room, with his vaguely yellow-stained bedsheets. 

The smell of freshly cooked pasta and meat being grilled catches your senses immediately. You watch as Yoongi flips over a hefty piece of steak, the aroma causing your mouth to salivate instantly. 

“I… What is… Huh?” you start, not knowing what to ask. You catch Seokjin snickering quietly to himself, but promptly shuts up when you mime punching him in the dick.

“It’ll be finished in a second. Why don’t you sit down?” Yoongi announces quietly, his gaze still fixed away from you. Confused but left with no other choice, you tentatively make your way to his couch, unable to relax as your spine remains ramrod straight and your jaw stays clenched. 

You hear Seokjin shuffling behind you until he eventually makes his way to sit with you, plopping onto the couch as if it were his home. “Ah… I’m soooo hungry. Smells good, doesn’t it?” he asks you, his brow wiggling too much to be considered normal. Either that, or he was having a stroke.

“Yeah, it does,” you say, greatly uncomfortable. You peek at Yoongi once more, who is still dutifully attending to the steak. Making sure he isn’t looking, you twist Seokjin by the nipple, causing the elder to let out a high-pitched squeal. To an outsider, it might have almost sounded like he was being pleasured. 

“Ouch! What the fuck was that for?” Seokjin whines, rubbing his tenderized nipples. 

“You know what that was for,” you hiss, keeping your volume low. “What the hell are we doing here? Why are you making Yoongi cook for us?!”

“For us? It’s for you!” Seokjin snaps back. “Didn’t you say you would only come over if you got fed? Well, this is how you get fed!”

“I was under the assumption that you would be feeding me, not him!” you seethe. You check back on Yoongi, who still hasn’t looked your way once. “The poor boy… No wonder he doesn’t like me! He must think I’m as bad as you!”

Seokjin snorts. “Of course he likes you! This whole lunch date wouldn’t have even fucking happened if he wasn’t assdeep in lo–”

“Lunch is finished,” Yoongi interrupts loudly, his spatula rattling loudly against his pan. The sudden noise makes you jump away from Seokjin, who appears vaguely triumphant. 

“T-thanks,” you stutter, standing up and resisting the random urge to shake his hand. Everything about this situation is so tense and awkward that it feels like you’re being filmed for a prank Youtube video or something. Knowing Seokjin, the odds of that happening are great. 

“That’s my cue to leave then! Bye! You guys have fun!” Seokjin says, jumping to his feet. 

You vaguely hear Yoongi gasp quietly when you launch yourself at Seokjin, just narrowly keeping from escaping. “Oh no, you don’t! Who said you could leave? You’re not going anywhere!”

But like the slippery snake that he is, Seokjin manages to wriggle out of your arms and hop over Yoongi’s coffee table to get to the door. “Too bad! I have classes to get to, so I gotta blast! Use this time to get to know each other or whatever it is that kids do these days,” he says, winking salaciously. With one final sputter of (evil) laughter, Seokjin makes his exit, leaving you and Yoongi to fester in some good ol’ fashioned discomforting silence.

“Um,” you say, just as Yoongi opens his mouth to say something too.

“No, you go first–”

“You go ahead–”

The two of you pause mid-sentence, staring at each other. You grin sheepishly at him, motioning for him to speak first. 

He returns your smile half-heartedly. “So, um… I just wanted to say I’m sorry for letting Seokjin rope you into this. I tried stopping him, but… You know how he is.”

You laugh, sounding a little crazed even to your own ears. That’s the longest sentence you’ve ever heard him speak! 

“Yeah, believe me… I am intimately aware of how he is. Sometimes I wish I wasn’t,” you joke. 

Amazingly, your little quip makes his smile widen, his cheeks puffing up imperceptibly. “Glad we can agree that Seokjin has the amazing ability to ruin people’s lives. It’s almost welcoming to find solidarity in a shared experience.”

“Shared experience? Try shared trauma. That dude is a walking serotonin sucker,” you say dryly. 

You don’t think what you said was remotely funny enough to warrant a laugh, but it causes Yoongi to let out a loud snort regardless. But the amusement on his face is short-lived, his cheeks going red in embarrassment. He slaps a hand to his mouth, breaking eye contact once more. “Oh fuck, that was so unflattering,” he groans, clearly mortified.

His blush, multiplied by his shy demeanor, makes you want to coo at him, but you doubt he’d take that too kindly. So instead, you change the subject to save him. “So, uhh… The food? You don’t have to give me any, by the way. I wouldn’t want you to waste your lunch on me or anything.”

Yoongi snaps out of his previous embarrassment, returning to the more familiar stoic expression you’ve come to associate with Yoongi. “No, that’s fine. Seokjin–er, rather… I made enough for two people, so it would be a waste if you didn’t eat at least some of it. But I don’t care either way if you want it or not.”

For two people? you wonder. So Yoongi had known Seokjin wasn’t going to join for lunch?

“Oh, if it’s fine with you…” you trail off, meekly making your way towards him. The spaghetti and steak look absolutely delicious, though you don’t need to tell him that when your stomach speaks for you. “Oh shit, that’s so embarrassing,” you say, your cheeks heating up this time.

Yoongi chuckles, shaking his head. “Haven’t eaten breakfast yet, I assume? That’s pretty stupid if you ask me. Don’t you have class until 5? How the hell would you have survived until then?”

You choke in surprise. Where did all that sass suddenly come from? “Excuse me? I’m not stupid! I would’ve been fine with a sandwich from the cafeteria if you must know!” you say indignantly. You’re too busy being offended that you don’t fully comprehend his words, failing to notice how he had known you had class until 5 in the first place.

“Sure, whatever you say.” Rolling his eyes, Yoongi starts shifting through his cupboards and pulling out a pink tupperware. He begins to load them with food, nearly overflowing the containers with how much he tries to stuff in them.

“H-hey! What are you doing?”

“Packing your lunch. You have class in a bit, yeah? It’s almost 11:50 and it takes around 15 minutes to get to the main campus. You won’t have time to eat here and make it in time,” he says, pointing you with a look. “Wait. Did you have coffee this morning?”

“Yeah? So?” you ask, defensive. “Are you gonna call me stupid again for not having caffeine or something?”

“No,” he grunts. “If you’re caffeinated, then that means it should only take you 7 minutes to get to class.”

“That doesn’t even make sense!” you exclaim, but you can’t help letting out an incredulous laugh. “Wow. You’re kinda weird, did you know that?”

“You barely even know me, so how would you know?” he retorts. He finishes placing food into the tupperware and promptly clicks the lid in place. He offers it to you, smirking slightly.

You huff, but your ire is all for show. You aren’t actually annoyed by him–he’s just… different from what you expected. A little shy, a little rough around the edges… but you can tell he isn’t a bad guy. You understand why Seokjin loves to torment him; he seems like a fun person to tease. 

“That can be amended,” you respond, taking the tupperware from him. Your fingers graze the backs of his hand by accident, causing him to quickly retract his hand as though he’d been burned. You nearly drop the container in surprise, but luckily your reflexes save your precious food just in time. 

“Sorry. About… you know.” Yoongi gesticulates wildly, his gaze darting anywhere but at you. 

You smile secretly to yourself, amused. Ah. He’s like a human seesaw. Blushy one second and grumpy the next. “No worries, Yoongi. I’ll be sure to return this container soon, so don’t you worry.”

Yoongi shrugs. “Keep it if you want. I don’t care either way.”

Says the guy who has an entire cupboard full of color coordinating food containers. “Roger that, Yoongi.”

Yoongi walks you out the door, pausing outside the hallway with you. “Do you…” he hesitates, swallowing loudly enough for you to hear. “Do you… want me to walk you out?”

His sudden offer almost makes you want to laugh, but you have a feeling he wouldn’t find it amusing at all. Instead, you just shake your head with a smile. “Don’t worry. I won’t get lost. I think I remember where the door is.”

He pouts, his lips jutting out cutely. “Yeah, well. I was just trying to be nice, but you do you.”

You giggle lightly, patting him on the shoulder. “Don’t worry. You were more than nice,” you say, winking for added effect. It does more than you thought it would, causing Yoongi’s cheeks to bloom once more.

With one last wave, you make your way out of the dormitory, your heart a little lighter than before. 

“Huh. That was weird.” You glance at the pink little tupperware in your hands, its warmth keeping your hands safe from the winter chill. As you walk to class, your thoughts are filled with nothing but a shy boy with soft hands and even softer cheeks. Maybe Tuesday isn’t going to be so bad after all.