#this was funnier before I decided I was too lazy to draw a hand

[reborrowing]

GT July - Sour

a secret, sacred rule of borrowing is that you never give anything back ever, even if you were wrong about what was in that candy pouch

[rviner]

"That was not what I said. I asked you the question." Loki wears a soft grin as he watches Esje, his gaze lingering on her mischievous smile and his ears tuning to the note of it in her laughter. He notices how her humor mingles within the seriousness of her ambition. In many ways, he wishes he held the answers she seeks, but all he can do is chuckle gently at her words. "Nobody wakes up as a warrior." he begins, his tone carrying a hint of vulnerability reserved solely for her. To the outside world, he always remains a Jansen wolf, born into a lineage of brutes that suggests every battle comes easy. "We've endured years of training, Esje. But one day, and suddenly, all of the earlier lessons become clearer and make more sense. This part is the worst. None of it seems useful, none of it seems important. It all seems boring and slow. But, then you progress and the foundations laid become second nature." his grin widens, a fleeting smirk masking the depth of his words. "You should learn the sword and axe first, I agree. They are the staple of a warrior, especially when you are given your own."

Feigning offense at her accusation, Loki scoffs lightly. "I am happy for you." his reply is sincere, though the sharp glint in his eyes betrays a different sentiment. But Esje's laughter breaks through his bitterness, drawing him away from his intense brooding and bringing a quick laugh out from him. "Please, don not tempt fate by suggesting my brothers as your tutors next." he playfully warns, pressing a finger to his lips as if disallowing the Gods from even hearing her words. And as Esje laughs, Loki can't control his own laughter in response. "You are not funnier than I am, you are simply laughing at yourself." he mentions in full amusement to the moment, gesturing to her floppy laughter and deciding that tiredness has certainly swept over her. "We should go, this is not an important trick to learn now." Loki says fairly as he stows his blade, his steps lazy as he approaches her. With a gentle touch, he takes the sword from her hand, mindful of the danger her laughter poses. "Let me take this before you laugh so much you injure somebody. Which will be me." he's still laughing to her, a tender kiss dropped to her forehead before his hand sweeps against her jaw and rests gently at the back of her neck. "Can you even walk!?" Loki teases as he guides her so they can leave. "Or do you consider yourself too funny to walk now?"

wishing to tease him, esje wears a broad grin as she raises her brows and darts her eyes to the doors. "if you wish to leave, so be it." she challenges with a subtle nod of her head but her chuckle betrays her swiftly. she even giggles to his statement with childish humor. "well, i know how to hunt and to use a bow for it. we all learn to do that as children, loki." she rolls her eyes teasingly, able to be serious at his suggestion. esje ponders it with a moment of deep thought, mind rushing with the consideration. "i think i would choose to focus on the bow and arrow. but then, i will still need to learn with a sword and axe so...it makes more sense to focus there?" she thinks aloud, shrugging with a helpless sigh. "i wish i could snap my fingers and be a warrior. it seems it was that way for everybody else." she huffs. "why does everything require so much thought, loki? it is exhausting."

her gaze narrows when she hears the familiar bitterness in loki's words. "he is a good teacher, loki. you should be happy for me." esje states with a rather proud tone, brows raising again to highlight his statement. "i would even rather be taught by thorin and vidar than not at all." she barks out a laugh then. "imagine. i'd probably learn far more because i would wish so intently to kill them." esje snorts in her laughter, a hand coming to her mouth as it does nothing to help the accusations of giggling from loki. "i am...not giggling too much. i was simply funny, i cannot help that." she returns, lost in amusement now as she tries another attempt at the trick. she readies her stance, only to burst out into more laughter and the raise of the sword is lowered again. "you are being serious and now that's what makes me laugh, because you never are." she waves her free hand. "okay, let me breathe and then i try." esje composes herself, straightening her spine with a deep breath only for the exhale to be a snicker. "you look so grumpy at me just because i laugh!? do you not like it when someone else is funnier than you?"

[runner5ive]

The Warmth of the Fire

I enjoyed drawing the last camping picture with the fun lighting so much I wanted to draw another one. But trying to explain what was happening in this picture wasn’t working as bullet points so I wrote a mini fic ? Literally took me like an hour and it probably sucks but here we go. Read it below the cut before I decide I hate it and delete this post: 

Almost everyone had fallen into a hushed silence.  Framed by the gentle glow of the fire and oblivious to the watchful eyes of their friends, Sam and Five were the only ones who still conversed gently between themselves with hushed tones and lazy gestures. Uninterested by the gossip around them, they sat facing each other on the log they’d claimed as a seat, so close their knees pressed together. Leaning into each other’s space. Sam said something so soft that no one but Five could hear. It must have been funny, or perhaps charming, because Five let out a breathy laugh, their nose scrunching with amusement which prized a grin from Sam in return. When Five signed their reply, they kept their hands close to their chest, private and reserved only for Sam. Slow and deliberate gestures drew a long, lingering smirk on that boy’s lips.

The entirety of Abel must have known of Five and Sam’s affections for each other at this point. Most of New Canton, too. It wasn’t exactly a secret that Sam favoured that runner more than the rest, even through his denials. The pair were plenty affectionate; yet, no matter how much their friends asked and watched, there had never once been an announcement of a relationship. Until, perhaps, now? Their friends could only gaze on in hope.

From where she watched, Jody found herself wishing she was that little bit better at sign language. Whatever declaration of love she was certain was passing between the two, she was frustrated she couldn’t read it. But their body language filled in the gaps for her. When Five’s too long fringe fell in their face, it was Sam who reached up, fingers lingering deliberately on warm skin as he moved their hair from their eyes. When he let his hand fall away, it rested on the log between them, barely a breath away from where Five’s hand dropped to moments later. 

Watching them by that fire, everyone was certain of one thing: Five and Sam were going to kiss. Finally. You could almost see the effort it took to hold themselves back. They were so fixated on each other, so drawn in on what the other was saying, they were practically leaning into the space where their words settled. All it would take was one of them to take the plunge, to lean forward just a few inches more and close the space between them. Where this burst of bravery had emerged from was a mystery. Perhaps it was the booze, clouding their mind and giving them that much-needed boost of courage. Maybe it was just time. They’d both lived in denial for so long that it had to give way eventually. It was just a matter of how many more moments they could fight off their urges. Surely they had fought against them enough. This was the end of the world, after all. The apocalypse. Happiness was a rarity so when it presented itself - well, those two deserved happiness more than most. Watching them there, unaware of the world beyond their little bubble, it seemed certain that their strength would finally fail and they’d lean into their attraction. Not a quip or a joke was made by any of the onlookers; Five and Sam had resisted for so long, it was only fair that they were allowed this moment of perceived privacy, unaware that all their friends were eagerly staring like hungry dogs.

The pops and crackles from the fire easily disguised the silence of their audience. Suspense bubbled in the stomach of every watcher, afraid that any noise may interrupt this soft moment between the pair. Maxine shared a glance with Jody, mischief gleaming in her eyes, before slowly and quietly rising from her seat. She leant to grab another beer from the bucket in the centre of their circle and when she sat down she was just that bit closer to Sam and Five. Close enough to hear Sam’s hushed, warm voice over spitting of the flames:

“--hope you brought some tissues to this lip-sync battle, you fucking loser. I'm the best lip-syncer Abel's ever known. The only running you’ll be doing is running to Janine in tears after I annihilate you. You fucking wimp." 

---

Alternate title: ‘When everyone thinks Five and Sam are about to finally make their relationship public but they’re just trash talking each other before they have the sickest lip-sync battle in Abel’s history’. 

Jody and Maxine would riot. 

I’m sorry guys I find myself funnier than I actually am. Once again it was better in my head :’)

[star-spangled-eyes]

The Royal Romance Deleted Scenes, Alternate Endings & Additions...Book 2, Ch. 10

These “deleted scenes”, alternate endings and additions are from The Royal Romance – a story written and owned by Pixelberry Studios. All main story character names and fictional places are owned and created by Pixelberry Studios. Some content belongs to Pixelberry, whereas the rest is created and written by this author.

Master List of Chapters

Book/Chapter: The Royal Romance, Book 2: Chapter 10 - Tea Time in Paris (Alternate Ending) “There Will Be No Camping in a Limo”

Content Type: Alternate Ending

Pairing: Drake Walker x MC (Bragnae Bennett -- *pronounced Brawn-yah)

A/N: I fell in love with this series immediately, and I always envisioned more depth and experiences with the characters to make it more realistic. I had a lot of fun writing these “moments” that we didn’t get to see in the books, especially when giving Drake and the MC a lot more time together to show just how much they care about each other. These are NOT the full chapters from the book itself, rather they add to or expand upon certain moments in the story. I do apologize that they are scattered across the series, but I am working to fill in the moments in each chapter. I hope you enjoy what I’ve decided to add to this already amazing series, and stay tuned for more posts!

***These chapters set the foundation for my fanfic series The Royal Couple. 

Warnings for deleted scenes, alternate endings and additions: Adult content, suggestive and strong language, sex, violence

Warnings for this chapter: NSFW, Adult content, suggestive and strong language, sexual activity

Word Count for this chapter: 3239

Setting for this chapter: Bragnae and her friends are camping in France after the tea party. Everyone has retired to their tents, but Bragnae doesn’t want the night to end, so she sneaks over to Drake’s tent to surprise him.

Permatags: @burnsoslow @cora-nova @dcbbw

Drake stood there in his boxers with a shocked look on his face as Bragnae peeled back the tent flap and crawled in. Bragnae looked up at him standing still as if he were rooted to the ground. The soft glow of a dim lantern filled the tent space, which made Drake look both mysterious and exposed.

“Oh…I’m glad I didn’t knock,” Bragnae said flirtatiously. Damn, he is gorgeous.

Drake’s face remained contorted with surprise. “Bennett… what’re you doing here?”

“What does it look like? I’m…” Go on, just say it. “Here to seduce you.” Bragnae looked up at him through her eyelashes with a slight smile appearing on her face.

“What?” Drake asked not totally believing what he heard. He slowly dropped to the ground to turn off the lantern before sliding into his sleeping bag.

Bragnae’s shoulders dropped as she sighed. “Well, isn’t this at least a little romantic?” She smiled at Drake as she crawled over to him.

Still unable to process what was unfolding in front of him, Drake stared back at her. Bragnae let out a quiet laugh.

“Well, can I join you?” Bragnae asked looking at him expectantly.

Drake looked at her for a moment more, and then scooted himself over against the closed side of the sleeping bag giving her space to slide in. Bragnae took off her shoes quickly, and hopped in the sleeping bag pulling the zipper up enclosing them up to their waists. She tucked her arm against his bare chest, and nuzzled her face sweetly into his neck. Drake wrapped his arms around her letting out a deep breath. Bragnae felt his body relax.

Mmmm, he’s so warm, and he smells so good!

“If feels good to be out here with you,” Drake said softly.

Bragnae drew lazy circles on Drake’s chest as she spoke. “I’m glad you’re enjoying yourself. I wasn’t sure.”

“What do you mean?”

“You’ve been pretty bossy with everyone since we got out here,” Bragnae answered.

Drake pulled back slightly. “Bossy? I’m just trying to keep everyone safe!”

“Yeah… by giving everyone tons of orders,” Bragnae retorted giving him a smirk as she looked up at him.

Drake looked down at her and sighed. “I guess my dad always ran a tight ship when we went camping. Maybe too much of that rubbed off on me…” Drake said with a look of regret. “Sorry. I hope I didn’t ruin the trip.”

What? Oh no, I made him feel bad. Bragnae lifted her head to look at him. “You didn’t ruin anything, Drake. To be honest, it’s cute.”

“Really?” Drake asked with a confused look on his face.

“Yeah. In a very Drake sort of way. It’s adorable that you take it so seriously,” she said as she nuzzled her face into his neck once more.

Drake allowed a small smile to appear. “I aim to please. Is there anything I can do to make your camping experience more enjoyable, Ms. Bennett?”

Why yes, there is, Mr. Walker. “There is one thing… You can kiss me,” Bragnae suggested.

“Bennett…” Drake said with obvious conflict in his voice.

Bragnae turned her head so she was facing him. He raised his thumb to her lips tracing them lightly – entranced as he did it. She trembled ever so slightly looking into his eyes. Oh my God. Kiss me already.

“You know I want to,” he said with a look of restrained longing in his eyes.

”Then do it,” Bragnae encouraged.

She watched him clench his jaw as he thought about his next move. Bragnae held his gaze with the utmost intent hoping for his resolve to crumble. She needed his lips on hers immediately. Finally, his face softened.

“Aw, hell,” Drake said giving into her.

He leaned in and Bragnae felt his soft, but determined lips touch hers. His hand moved to entangle itself in her hair as she fell deeper into his kiss. Such… a… good… kisser. Bragnae pulled away for a brief moment only to grab his lower lip with her teeth. Drake let out a low moan as his body tensed gripping Bragnae harder than before. His hand slid down to the hem of her short dress, and lifted it slightly running his fingers against her bare skin. Bragnae’s breathing hastened as she felt Drake grab her hips suddenly, and pull her close to him. He held her there firmly as he grinded himself against her. Bragnae gasped as a delightful shiver went down her spin.

Oh, he’s hard. Like really hard. He feels so good. Please don’t stop. I want this so bad.

She moaned into his mouth as they continued to passionately kiss each other. She felt his grip on her waist disappear as he started to slide his hand up her body bringing the dress along with it. It’s really going to happen. We’re going to do this. Yes, Drake. Don’t stop. Bragnae leaned into his body relishing in his touch that was rising slowly towards her breasts. Drake’s hand stopped suddenly as the sound of a cooler opening and then crashing to the ground outside the tent alerted them.

Oh, what now? This always happens! Why can’t we just have uninterrupted moments together?

“Bear! Bear!” She heard Hana scream.

Drake and Bragnae looked at each other, and continued to listen as they held their breaths.

“Hana, it’s just me! I was looking for a snack!” Maxwell loudly whispered.

As Hana and Maxwell laughed together outside, Bragnae couldn’t help herself from letting out a breathy giggle. It was Maxwell! He is like a bear always scavenging for food. Oh my God! She could no longer hold in her laughter as her volume slowly increased. Drake noticed she was about to blow their cover, so he quickly slapped his hand across her mouth pleading with her to stay quiet.

“Bennett, shhhhh!” Drake said pinning her to the ground with his body still covering her mouth. His face just inches from hers.

Bragnae continued to laugh, not only from her friends’ misunderstanding but because her laugh was now forbidden making everything that much funnier. Despite himself, Drake smiled as he begged her to stop laughing again. Wanting to encourage the moment to last a little longer, Bragnae stuck her tongue out to lick Drake’s hand causing him yank it away. She smiled silently watching him scrunch up his nose and purse his lips together not wanting to make a noise. He shook his head as he smiled down at her.

“Next time we go camping, how about we do it without the rest of them?” He asked.

I wish they weren’t here right now. “Count me in.”

“We should probably get some sleep,” he suggested.

With Drake still laying on top of her, she didn’t want another moment like this to be ruined by the seemingly endless disruptions that constantly surrounded them.

“Okay, but before we do, can I make one request?” She asked sweetly.

“Depends,” he answered, raising an eyebrow and looking at her skeptically.

“Can I have just two more kisses from you?” Bragnae asked, giving him her best puppy-dog eyes.

“No,” he answered quickly.

Damn. He’s so frustrating. Just kiss me! You know you want to.

“How about one kiss, then?” She negotiated.

“No.” His resolve was immovable.

Alright… I guess I’m going to have to bump this up a notch. “Please, Drake?” She begged him as she pouted her lips.

She watched him hesitate before speaking. “… No. It’s time to go to sleep.” His words spoke with conviction, but his face said otherwise.

Knowing he was on the verge of breaking, Bragnae danced her fingers up Drake’s chest eventually reaching his mouth. She delicately placed her fingers on his lips pulling down on them lightly. “Please, Drake. I need your lips on me, now.” She allowed her serious tone to express her intention while she kept her eyes on his lips.

She dropped her hand from his mouth to run it over his chest. When she looked at him again, he leaned in to kiss her briefly. Before she knew it, he had planted a kiss on her lips and pulled away just as quickly.

What the hell? I’m going to need more than that. Bragnae’s mouth gaped open as she began to protest the kiss. “No! I want a long kiss,” she shouted in a whisper.

“Well, you weren’t specific. You get what you get,” Drake smirked as he shifted to lean on his elbow away from her.

“Drake,” she said with a seductive and serious look. “I want another kiss, and make it a good one this time.”

“What, that wasn’t good?” He asked, purposefully drawing out the conversation.

“It was nice, for a very brief moment, but I need a good one. Then, I promise I’ll go to sleep.”

Drake’s smirk faded away as a more calculating look crossed over his face. His gaze shifted between her eyes and lips making Bragnae squirm inside.

Come on. I know I convinced you. Give in to me.

Drake’s hand slid down to the hem of her dress once more hoisting it with determination above her waist, so that just the thin layers of their underwear separated them. The sudden force behind his actions made Bragnae gasp in both surprise and pleasure. He then took her left hand and pinned it above her head while also keeping her body still with his. Waiting a few tortuous seconds, Drake finally leaned in to kiss her. And he meant it. The kiss awakened Bragnae as she felt a warm excitement building inside her.

Ohhhh, God yes!

Drake kissed her lighter and lighter with each one as he pulled away making her want more.

“You’re teasing me, Drake,” she said, playfully narrowing her eyes at him.

He grinned and leaned in to whisper in her ear. “Be careful what you wish for.”

Oh, you want to taunt me? It’s on. Before Drake could pull back, Bragnae lifted her hips to his as she pressed into him. He left out a breathy moan into her neck. His breath was warm on her skin, but managed to still send a shiver throughout her body.

“Two can play at that game,” she whispered back to him.

Bragnae felt Drake lift himself away from her, but the sleeping bag restricted his movement. She raised her hips to meet his again feeling him slowly harden. His breathing increased as he whipped his head up to look at her. She broke her right hand free, and gripped Drake’s hair in the back holding his face firmly in front of hers. She continued to move her hips rhythmically against his. He closed his eyes and moaned quietly as he tightened his grip on her wrist still pinned above her head.

Outside their tent, Maxwell and Hana were chatting. Luckily, their tents were on the other side of the camp out of earshot of hushed tones. Hearing their friends talk in the distance, there was an unspoken agreement between Drake and Bragnae to stay as quiet as possible. It was a challenge that seemed to only make them even more irresistible to each other. They continued to stare into each other’s eyes both of them trapped by one another – unable and not wanting to be released. Bragnae rolled her hips again causing Drake’s breath to hitch. Suddenly, he slammed her body into the ground pressing into her with purpose.

Bragnae quivered as she took in a sharp breath. She shifted beneath him to allow Drake to rub his steel-hard erection between her legs in just the right spot. As he continued to grind into her over and over, she gripped his hair even tighter pulling him closer to her. They look into each other’s eyes letting out restrained moans as their mouths touched, but never fully connected into a kiss. The passion and forbidden pleasure was building inside of Bragnae with each slow thrust Drake drove into her hips. With restricted movement dictated by the sleeping bag, his pace was slow, but deliberate. Even through the thin layers of fabric that prevented them from becoming one, the pleasure only continued to increase. The imminent threat of being caught coupled with the fiery desire between them turned Bragnae on more than ever before.

In the distance, Bragnae heard Maxwell and Hana say goodnight to each other. The sound of crickets and leaves rustling outside the tent filled their ears as they continued to exhale short intense breaths. Bragnae bit gently down on Drake’s lower lip, which made him increase his speed moving against her. She felt her body tense as the warmth inside her climbed almost reaching its boiling point. Drake reached over to the zipper of the sleeping bag and opened it a bit more as his speed picked up yet again. This sent her over the edge. Drake quickly kissed her to help muffle her sounds of pleasure. Despite her best efforts, she let out an audible moan as he continued to cover her mouth with his. As the height of her orgasm subsided, Bragnae pulled away from his mouth gasping for air. He kept grinding himself into her faster and faster. Bragnae felt the unrelenting pleasure lingering still as he moved above her.

Bragnae involuntarily tugged on Drake’s hair as she submitted herself to another amazing and blissful moment keeping her vocals in check. Drake inhaled a sharp breath through his teeth as he succumbed to undeniable satisfaction. Drake buried his face into Bragnae’s neck as he breathed heavily enjoying his moment. Bragnae gently stroked the back of his head as they rested in this position. He slowly released his grip on her wrist, and raised up to look her in the eyes. Drake flashed a grin before kissing her again. She wrapped her arms around his back holding him as he placed sweet kisses on her lips. Just then, Drake rolled over on his back bringing Bragnae with him. She slid down his body slightly to rest her head on his chest. He wrapped his arms around her as they both laid in silence catching their breaths.

Oh God. That was incredible. And hot. Very hot. He is amazing.

After a few moments, Drake placed a kiss on top of Bragnae’s head.

“Goodnight, Bragnae.”

Bragnae kissed his chest gently. “Goodnight, Drake.”

Soon, they drifted off to sleep in each other’s arms.

A few hours later, Drake woke up still in the same position he fell asleep in. He glanced to the side of the tent trying to assess the time. Oh good, the sun isn’t up yet. He shifted his gaze to Bragnae sleeping on top on him. I wish we could just stay here. I don’t want to wake her. She looks so peaceful. He lifted his wrist adorned with a watch to his face to check the time. 4:30 a.m. … She should probably go. But I don’t want her to. Ugh. That was incredible. That kiss really got away from me, but I don’t care. It was amazing, and I’d do that again anytime, anywhere. Well, I’d rather be inside her, but this was nice too. Oh God, I hope no one heard us. I think we were quiet enough. I think.

Drake debated back and forth weather or not he thought their friends suspected anything. I made her come twice. Drake smiled to himself. She’s so hot when she moans like that. I want to make her do that every day. It’s the sweetest sound I’ve ever heard. Drake’s thoughts were interrupted by the sound of an owl hooting outside. He knew he had to wake her up, so she could go back to her own tent before the others woke up. He ran his hand through her hair softly until she stirred awake. Bragnae looked up at him and smiled. He returned her smile and offered his wrist to her without saying a word. She grabbed his arm gently and pulled it closer to her face to see the time, and sighed. She then turned his wrist over and placed a sweet kiss on his skin. Drake watched as Bragnae slowly sat up unzipping the sleeping bag that had cocooned them. He put a hand on her back causing her to turn around slowly to face him. She crawled towards Drake and kissed his lips. Before he could lose himself in her kiss, she pulled away and smiled.

Bragnae grabbed her shoes and made her way to the flap of the tent, and unzipped it quietly and slowly. Drake watched her peek her head out ever so slightly, and turn back to him. She smiled once more, as Drake grinned and lifted his hand briefly in an attempt to wave goodbye. She crawled out of the tent as Drake heard her step lightly across the camp to her own. He listened intently for the zipper of her tent. Once he heard it, he felt a sense of relief.

Knowing she was back in her tent and hearing nothing else stirring outside, Drake was happy. Extremely happy. It was a hot night, and Bragnae was safe in her tent for the next couple of hours until they all had to head back to the train. Drake rolled over bringing the covers up over his shoulders falling into a deep, satisfied sleep.

A few hours later, everyone was awake and packing up the campsite. Bragnae and Hana were rolling up their tents, while Maxwell stood near the cliff taking in the view. Gabriel packed up the blankets and the refreshments Hana packed, as Drake finished packing up his own tent.

“Well, how did everyone sleep?” Maxwell asked.

“My back hurts a little this morning,” Gabriel admitted.

Drake scoffed playfully. “Not used to nature’s comforts are you? A lifetime of fancy beds will certainly spoil your back, Your Majesty.”

Gabriel laughed, and shoved Drake’s shoulder.

“I slept way better knowing there weren’t any bears attacking our camp,” Hana said, sharing a look with Maxwell causing them both to laugh out loud.

Yeah, us too.

“How about you, Lady Bragnae? How did you sleep?” Gabriel asked her.

She slept very well, Gabriel. Why, you ask? Because I made her come. Twice.

“I slept great! Can’t complain,” she replied.

She slept great. No complaints. Good.

“I think I slept with a rock in my back all night,” Maxwell said, grimacing while reaching one hand to his back to rub a sore spot. “How about you, Drake?”

Me? Oh, it was the best night of my life to date. I could have done without your fucking interruptions, though. “It was the best night of sleep I’ve had in a long time.”

Drake watched Bragnae for a reaction. Her back was turned towards him as she finished packing her tent back in its bag. He saw her hesitate and spin around subtly. Her eyes met his in a knowing look. She tried desperately to hide her smile.

“Of course it was! You’re camping, and you’re in your element,” Gabriel explained.

Drake grabbed more equipment and walked near Bragnae on the way to the car. He lowered his voice so only she could hear him. “Yeah, something like that.” He offered her a cool smile as she blushed slightly.

After the campsite was packed up and stowed in the limousine, they all piled in and head back to the train.

[mysunfreckle]

Bahorel’s Laughing Mistress

Modern AU, Courfeyrac, Bahorel, Feuilly and the laughing mistress, 1.7k

I’m not sure if this counts for Feuilly Week, I’ll leave that up to the mod, but I really wanted to introduce my take on the laughing mistress and Feuilly is really important for that!

“So what do you think?” Bahorel asks.

Courfeyrac swipes back and forth between the two pictures. Each shows a pair of incredibly loud trousers. “The second one,” he says decidedly. “Definitely.” He bites the inside of his cheek. “But the first one would go really well with your red shoes,” he ponders.

“Yeah, that’s what I thought,” Bahorel grins. “So I bought them both.”

“What did you ask me for then?” Courfeyrac huffs, waving the phone at Bahorel in pretended annoyance. His thumb slips and the next picture slides into view. Courfeyrac stares at it. It’s a selfie of Bahorel and a girl with a ponytail that seems to be trying to bite his ear. Something like that happening is not in itself particularly unusual, but Bahorel keeping a picture like this on his phone is.

“What?” Bahorel asks.

Courfeyrac turns the screen towards him. “Who is that?” he asks, brown eyes fixed on Bahorel with intense suspicion.

A smirk twitches across Bahorel’s face. “Looks like me,” he says.

Courfeyrac narrows his eyes at him. “Bahorel,” he says, puffing up with indignation. “Are you seeing someone and hiding it from us?”

“What do you mean hiding?” Bahorel grins.

Courfeyrac lets out an affronted gasp and scowls at Bahorel’s shit-eating grin. “I don’t believe you.”

With a smirk Bahorel takes back his phone and texts Grantaire: “Do I have a girlfriend?”

“You told Grantaire before me?” Courfeyrac cries, actually offended now.

Bahorel’s phone pings.

R: Yeah you fucking do and you’re both banned from my car

Courfeyrac makes a series of noises that kind of remind Bahorel of an offended hen. This is even funnier than he thought it would be. Definitely worth being secretive over. “Still not convinced?” he quips and he sends another message.

Baz: ?

Feuilly: ?

Baz: Do I have a girlfriend?

Instead of an answer Feuilly sends back a picture. Courfeyrac snatched the phone from Bahorel’s hand to look at it. It’s a rather crooked selfie, showing both Feuilly and the mystery girl sprawled out on Bahorel’s couch. It’s definitely the same girl. Same high ponytail, suntanned skin, bright eyes and blonde hair. Except there is a blue streak in it now.

“That’s new,” Bahorel says helpfully. “She won a bet.”

“Don’t you mean lost?” Courfeyrac frowns.

“No,” Bahorel grins.

Courfeyrac looks from the picture to Bahorel and back again. The look on his face is hovering between excited friend and wounded princess. “I wouldn’t have told the others if you wouldn’t have wanted me to,” he grumbles softly after a conflicted silence. “I can keep a secret you know, when I try.”

The grin on Bahorel’s face was already fond, it softens a little more now. He holds out his hand for his phone.

Courfeyrac gives it to him.

“Her name’s Risa,” he says, pulling up another chat.

“Your girlfriend doesn’t have a name in your phone,” Courfeyrac says disapprovingly, looking at the screen past his hands.

“She named her own contact, don’t look at me,” Bahorel grins and he sends a couple of messages until there is a reply.

Baz: ?

Baz: Risa

Baz: !

Baz: Risa

😜❤: No 💋

Baz: Habibi ❤

😜❤: No 💋💋💋

Baz: Courf wants to say hi.

😜❤: Hi courf  😄

Baz: BETRAYAL

😜❤: Courf sounds a lot like baz

Courfeyrac beams at Bahorel, who leans back with a grin and surrenders his phone. Courfeyrac excitedly types back:

Baz: Hi! This is Courf!

😜❤: Hi 😉 Baz behaving himself?

Baz: No, he never told me about you!

😜❤: Scandalous. I know who you are tho 😊

Baz: Well that’s something

Bahorel watches Courf type away and smiles. He didn’t tell Courfeyrac about Risa because he knew it would be funny, but also because he wanted to be sure first. She had met Feuilly pretty much right away, of course, and not telling Grantaire hadn’t been an option, but he had liked keeping this to himself for a while. He hadn’t dated anyone seriously in a long time. Serious wasn’t really his thing. Bahorel could practically hear Feuilly argue with him in his head as soon as he thought that. He was serious. He was serious about lots of things. He just wanted them to also be fun. Risa was fun.

Beside him Courfeyrac snorts and Bahorel glances at the screen.

Baz: Why are you banned from R’s car?

😜❤: Cause I stole his keys

Baz: Why??

Baz: Did you take the car?

😜❤: No! We just needed to borrow it for a sec

😜❤: Or 10 minutes

😜❤: R can’t take a joke

😜❤: You know his car has a name

Baz: It’s his baby

😜❤: He’s the baby

😜❤: We both kept our clothes on

Baz: Omg 😂

😜❤: 😜

😜❤: Commercial breaks over

😜❤: Feu says hi!

Baz: Hi Feuilly! And bye Risa!

😜❤: Bye courf 😄

Courfeyrac hands the phone back to Bahorel and he’s pleased to see his friend’s face is it’s usually sunny shade again.

“She sounds fun!” Courfeyrac beams.

“I know,” Bahorel smirks. “That's why I asked her out.”

“Where’d you meet her?” he asks eagerly.

“Gym,” he replies.

“I knew it!” Courfeyrac grins. “So that’s how Grantaire knows her.”

“Hm,” Bahorel chuckles.

“I’m still hurt though,” Courfeyrac warns. “Hurt and appalled at your secrecy.”

“Damn,” Bahorel says, rubbing the back of his neck. “I’m guessing you’re going to be even more upset about the baby then, hm?”

There’s a single heartbeat of shocked silence before Courfeyrac gives him a shove and Bahorel’s laugh rumbles loudly through Courfeyrac’s apartment.

.

By the time Bahorel is allowed to leave, Courfeyrac has managed to drag most of the information there is to give about him and Risa out of him. Bahorel swings by his favourite bakery on his way home, but it’s the only thing he stops for. Home has a lot to offer today.

He smirks when he finds Feuilly and Risa still on the couch when he comes home. They are dozing in front of the TV. Feuilly’s feet are resting on a crate and Risa is sprawled out across the couch with her legs resting across his lap. She’s tall and broad enough to take up nearly all of the couch that way. “Well, you’ve clearly had a productive afternoon,” Bahorel teases.

“The eternal student can shut his face,” Risa informs him. “I have just had ten hours on a tour bus and Feu-” She gives Feuilly a tap with one of her feet. “-doesn’t have enough down time as it is!”

“Forgiveness,” Bahorel begs with a grin and he holds out the bag of pastries.

“Sugar,” Feuilly smiles drowsily and he makes a grab for the bag.

Bahorel hands it to him and makes eyes at Risa.

She pretends to take some time to make up her mind before she sits up so Bahorel can sit down on the other end of the couch. When he has, she lets her muscles relax again and flops back down, her head landing in his lap.

Bahorel smiles and pushes the blue lock of hair in front of her eyes. She blows at it and pulls a face at him.

“Courf changed the name of the group chat,” Feuilly informs Bahorel.

“To what?” he asks, too lazy to take out his own phone.

“Bahorelisasneak,” Feuilly chuckles.

“That’s fair,” Bahorel grins.

“Does that mean I’m finally going to be introduced?” Risa asks merrily.

“I don’t think you’ll be able to avoid it,” Bahorel chuckles. He makes eye contact with Feuilly, who looks up from where he’s fishing sticky baked goods from the paper bag. “I told Courf he could tell.”

Feuilly smiles approvingly at him. “About time,” he hums.

Risa looks up at Bahorel happily. “Well, my next tour leaves in two weeks,” she reminds him. “Until then I have time to meet all your friends.”

“Hey now,” Bahorel protests. “You’ve only just come back! The others can wait.”

Risa hums and holds out her hand to Feuilly, who puts a sugar powdered cookie in it. Bahorel nonchalantly stretches his arms out along the back of the couch, but before he can even make a grab for the cookie Risa has caught his wrist with her free hand and is wrestling it down.

“Nice try, thief!” she crows, stuffing the cookie into her mouth. As soon as she’s got both her arms free she pushes herself up and tries to wrap and arm around Bahorel’s neck, but he knows better than to let her put him in a headlock and fights back. It still delights him that he can actually fight back without fear of hurting her. He’s too used to inflicting accidental injuries.

“Nothing much on tv,” Feuilly says, completely unfazed by the small wrestling match taking place partly on his lap.

“There’s never anything on tv,” Risa points out, mouth full of crumbs and sugar. “That’s a given.” She releases Bahorel from her grip and he makes a show of kissing the powdered sugar off her fingers.

“We don’t need tv,” he says wisely. “That’s what treasured box sets are for.”

“Leverage or That’s 70’s Show?” Feuilly asks with a grin.

“Leverage,” Risa says decidedly and she rolls off both their laps and gets to her feet, drawing herself up to her full height.

Bahorel grins up at her. If he had been Grantaire, he would have quoted something about amazons.

“You guys decide which episode,” Risa says cheerfully, walking across the room to fetch the box set. “As long as Elliot’s in it I’m happy.”

“Oh I see how it is,” Bahorel says, trying for his best wounded expression.

“Hey,” Risa grins. “I’m a simple woman. I like my company charming and strong enough to knock out three people in under five seconds.”

She tosses the box set to Feuilly and Bahorel grabs for it as well, scooting over to catch it.

Risa jumps over the back of the couch and sits down on Bahorel’s other side with a bounce. She puts an arm around him. “Oh look, I found one.” She grins at Feuilly. “Or two.”

“Or three,” Bahorel chuckles and he pulls her closer.

Risa laughs and wraps her arms around his neck, in a non-strangely way this time.

Feuilly hides his grin and holds up a disc. "The Stork Job? Or do I need to go for a walk or something?"

Risa laughs again and this time so do Bahorel and Feuilly. Her laugh is infectious.

“Leverage first, walks later.”

[calumsbtich-blog]

The Purpose of Love // Chapter 4

Pairing: Singer!Y/N x Fuckboy!Calum

Other series: Paid to be Popular - Bittersweet Generation

Official summary: When Calum Hood needs to straighten up his reputation, there’s no other solution than to fake-date a powerful girl with a powerful voice.

Description of this chapter: Y/N and Calum have to go on a date to make their love more realistic. But what will happen at the end of the night?

ALL PARTS HERE

“You couldn’t have chosen a movie I would enjoy, too?”  You bickered at Calum as he was pushing you inside the movie theatre. The small purse around your shoulder kept banging against your hip as Calum rushed inside, away from the crowd outside. The heat warmed your cold feet as soon as you stepped inside the cinema.

“Well, no, because then I wouldn’t enjoy it, would I?” Calum responded back and gave you a small kick on the back of your knee as you looked up at the popcorn menus. Who the fuck would ever need four large popcorns.

“What do you wanna get?” You lowered your voice as soon as you saw a sibling pair walking past the two of you, giving you weird looks. You were only here because of one thing: everybody needed to believe that you and Calum were dating.

“Well, I don’t think you need any more popcorn…” Calum glanced up and down your body. “So I’m gonna get a large popcorn and a medium coke.”

“You just called me fat.” You acknowledged with pursed lips in a frown and crossed arms.

“Well, there’s no way to sugar code it, baby. Maybe you should get a Diet Coke or like a water.” He smirked and went up to the cashier outside of the actual cinema and bought two colas (one of them diet, that bastard) and a large popcorn for himself. As you went into the movie after Calum letting you pay for your own ticket, you were already thinking of a bunch great of comebacks, none of them usable anymore because the moment had passed.

You knew the movie was going to bore you half to death. So why not make it funnier by teasing Calum the entire time?

The theatre was almost empty, a couple sitting in the back, already making out before the commercials had started. Calum nodded towards two empty seats in the middle and you sat down with a sigh, putting your purse on the seat beside you. Calum dumped down in the seat on the other side of you, already popping several popcorns in his mouth at once.

“I hate you.” You said and found your phone, but Calum couldn’t even turn it on before Calum had knocked it to the floor.

“The movie’s starting so turn off your fucking phone and shut your pretty mouth.” You stared at the phone on the dirty floor in shock before picking it up and responding to Calum’s comment.

“Fuck you.”

“Is that all you got, baby girl?” He chuckled and winked at you with a cocky smirk, the same cocky smirk that always seemed to be plastered on his face. You could feel your face getting warmer as the lights dimmed and the movie began with what Calum would describe as an “epic beginning”. For you, it was a dumb and chaotic beginning.

You didn’t know where to start. As you took a slurp of your Diet Coke, you thought of the endless ways to annoy Calum. Turning on your phone and start texting some random douche. Or simply just singing small melodies throughout the movie. You decided to go the easy way and just randomly ramble about everything you could think of.

“I don’t get it. The guy just killed his mother, why the fuck would he stay there? He’s kinda cute when you really think about it… looks like that one guy from that really good show, oh shit what’s the name of the show? It was like on BBC or something and it was about some detective called Sherlock Holmes… I really can’t remember what show it was. It was a great show, though. Have you seen it? You should, Calum, you really should. It’s Benedict Cumberbatch playing a gay detective and he’s in love with his best friend, how cool is that-“

“Would you shut the fuck up?” Calum interrupted your rambling with a stern look, eyebrows furrowed and the heat in his cheeks flushing up. His jaw tensed as he saw you smirk with an open mouth, slightly licking your lip.

“What? You don’t know the show? We could watch it together sometime. But then again, I don’t hang out with fuckboys like you, Calum. I’m sorry.”

“I am not a fuckboy, Y/N!” Calum hissed through closed teeth and you widened your eyes with exaggeration.

“Really? I’ve read tons of papers and articles saying the exact opposite, Calum, I don’t think I can trust-“

“Just… just shut up and watch the movie.” Calum murmured and focused his eyes on the screen again. You watched as his fists unclenched before you began rambling again.

“Well, I’m sure you really wanna watch the movie. It’s so typical of yo- oh, look there’s the guy that reminded me of Sherlock! Oh, the show’s name was Sherlock, that’s so funny. I would have never guessed that. Now we can go home together and watch it, Calum-“

“Go home together?” Calum smirked and leant down in his seat. You both knew that suddenly the tables had turned. “Because you love being with me, don’t ya, babe?”

“Shut up, I hate y-“

“No, no, no, you don’t hate me.” He shook his head with a giggle before leaning towards you, his eyes glistering in the dark cinema. He let out a small whisper. “You love me.”

“Why the fuck would I? You are literally everything I disgust, Calum, I don’t know how-“

“Really? Cause you’re pretty attracted to me-“

“What the fuck!” You exclaimed, almost dropping your terrible Diet Coke as you tossed your arms in the air. “I am so not attracted to a-a-a pig like you!”

The couple in the back were suddenly shushing on you, which made you both look back at them only to give them a small sorry.

“You didn’t pull away.” Calum was now whispering because of the shushing. “When we kissed.”

“You mean when you kissed me.” You corrected him, trying to lower your voice but you were filled up with anger. Your body was boiling as you leant towards him, hissing the comments in his ear. He popped another popcorn of the half-empty popcorn bucket and looked at you with a cocked eyebrow.

“You didn’t pull back, baby girl. We kissed.”

“Okay, you gotta stop with the nicknames, it’s-“

“Why? You enjoy it, don’t you, babe?” And with that, the heat in your cheeks was exchanged with a blush as Calum smiled at you, the popcorn rolling around in his mouth. Your breathing had become heavy and slow as you watched Calum and he let his eyes gaze at you. He didn’t look at you, he checked you out. Goosebumps ran down your spine, as you suddenly just wanted to watch the movie. Without focusing on Calum, without trying to tease him. Cause yet again, he had won.

The movie ended and you threw your empty Diet Coke at Calum.

“Clean it up yourself, I didn’t get any popcorn, fattie.” You provoked and to your surprise, Calum picked up the empty plastic cup and threw it in the garbage with his coke and his popcorn bucket. You swung your purse across your shoulder again with a frown on your face and started walking out of the darker room without waiting for Calum.

“Y/N, there’s people out there…” Calum yelled as he tried to find his phone. You turned around to see him searching in the seats for it before he held it up in the air as an indication to that he had found it. He caught up with you.

“We’re dating, remember?” He barked and rolled his eyes at you, his jaw still tensed. Maybe, after all, you had gotten on his nerves. You shrug and started walking, only to be followed up by Calum again, this time he had interlocked his hand with yours.

You peered up at him and tried to get out of his hand but he only gripped tighter around your hand.

“We’re dating for God’s sake, Y/N, don’t be surprised. And don’t think I’m holding your hands just because I want to.”

“But you do want to?” You snickered as he walked with you outside to the popcorn machine, pulling you along the pretty carpet covering the entrance of the cinema.

“No. Wish I could avoid this.”

He almost dragged you outside to the crowd. Suddenly, ten flashing cameras went off and fans were screaming their lungs out. You didn’t expect that much fuss around Calum but it felt like at least ten thousand people were waiting for you when in reality it was only fifteen or less. The paparazzi were screaming things like ‘that’s your new girl, Calum!’ or ‘is she good?’. Calum tightened his hand around yours, but this time not in the same way. It was different, his rough skin warming up your cold fingers and his thumb slightly drawing lazy forms on the back of your hands. You swallowed a lump in your throat, wishing he wasn’t a cutie. Thank God, he was an asshole otherwise, you would have totally been in love with him already.

A car was already waiting outside, you had no idea how it had gotten there or when it had gotten there, but just outside the pavement a black, rather big car almost a van was waiting for the two of you. Calum banned the way and let you go inside the car first, actually opening the door for you. You stepped inside, breathing heavily as you took a seat. There were six seats in the car, two up front, two in the middle and two in the back. Calum stepped in and took the other seat in the middle before closing the door with a short “alright, see ya later” and shooting the window up.

“Was it a good movie?” You heard a voice in the back and turned around to see a familiar face of a guitarist before you glanced around the dark car and noticed that the seats weren’t empty but instead, three other band members were sitting on them.

Michael in front with the driver, Luke and Ashton in the back.

“Wouldn’t know, Y/N kept talking.” Calum barked with a smile and buckled up his seatbelt, you following his actions. Your eyes had automatically widened and Luke and Ashton immediately introduced themselves.

“Where we going?” Calum asked as the chauffeur, who didn’t say a single word, pressed on the speeder and drove away from the movie theatre.

“Some kind of hotel, somewhere,” Ashton mumbled with his phone in his head. You twisted your head to get a good view of the curly blonde drummer. He was always the one you liked the most.

“Don’t worry, Y/N, it’s just a smaller get-together. We’re paying for the stay. And you’re not the only girl there.” Michael ensured you from the front and you nodded calmly, even though you were going insane. No one told you about a fucking party.

“Well, thanks. I’m only gonna stay at a hotel with three fucking strangers.” You murmured and looked out of your window, not bothering to chat with the boys. No matter how famous they were.  

But it actually scared the living shit out of you. Strangers.

You had no idea what these twenty-year-olds did in their spare time and you weren’t sure if you would want to know.

But you couldn’t avoid the party. And you couldn’t avoid them.

A/N: This turned out longer than intended… anyways please please PLEASE tell me your thoughts on this fanfic, because like… hearing your thoughts make me rly happy :DDD

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[ayuforreal]

Salty with a chance of sugar.

*chapter 47 from the book I can never complete.* Woke up and found myself hugging his arm like a koala. where did the pillow go. nevermind. instead of drawing myself back and totally waking him up,  i preferred watching him.  everything was so still at this moment. when awake i'm always too nervous to look closely at him at his face and observe..  even his little perfections seem big to me..his jawline. always a thing of fascination for me. and his lashes were so damn long. why would god give beautiful lashes to guys who are not even grateful for them. if god had given me a face like that i would have traveled the whole world just to flaunt my perfections to the petty earthling.. ehh that came out a bit dark although. thatswhy you're not gifted Naina eh. i dont really know how long it has been since i've been staring at me. i didnt mean to be this creepy but whatever. he was my boyfriend. and this thought made me so happy. every fucking time.. he will always be such a novelty for me.. suddenly he flinched his fingers and i within a millisecond i closed my eyes like abort mission abort mission naina!!!! boyfriend beauty appreciation time over !! abort right now !! i pretended to sleep as soon as i felt him moving.. he slowly freed my hand from his,a silent chuckle escaped from his mouth, which i could totally feel and then he stroked my hair away from the pillow. so i wouldnt get tangled in my own hair.. wow this much presence of mind at this time of morning? when i wake up in the morning, i mess up so hard that i can brush my teeth from the face wash and vice versa. but this guy.. something was really wrong with him.  when i finally heard the soft closure of the bathroom door i decided to open my eyes and sit up. phew did he know i was faking the sleep?? i hope not.. i sat there texting on my phone so that i look busy. and the bathroom door opened and Kv entered the room, shirtless his gaze set on the ground, humming something so softly and fidgeting or folding his tee shirt with his hands. i looked up at this really funny but cute scene and suddenly watched him half jumped. "uh oh Naina" his face alarmed. "i've seen them atleast 11 times by now KV.. stop being so prude ugh" i DUH-ED him and went back to my phone. "themm??? and you scared me..i thought you were asleep." he tried changing the subject now. "emm i was talking to your abs KV .." "so 11 times?? you counted ?" "haha well i didnt count of course but i can tell all those 11 times i saw you without a shirt." "ohhhhh same as yeah i passed medical school but naah i'm not a doctor.." he smirked. "oh stop it you..you want to be sarcastic in the morning? so be it." i pouted and folded my hands. "oh i'm sorry.. so whats for breakfast?" he asked. "ehhmm why arent we hurrying up KV? arent we late? whats the plan for today?" "ehhh today we're not going anywhere special because tomorrow we're going for paragliding plus trekking so i dont want us to be tired. so today , just here and there..and also" he sat beside me, finally putting on his shirt i have no idea why so soon but eh whatever like i ca re. "and also what ???" i raised my eyebrows permitting him to complete no matter how stupid his idea would be. "what if we don't  join them today? as in we can go with them but we have anyways plans tomorrow and the next day and the next day too so .. today's a free day.." "great idea.." i blushed lowering my head, rolling a small part of the quilt.. nervous what to say next. "so..what do you want to do today?" raising his eyebrows he held the other little end of the quilt. god why does he make everything so jittery for me. "i have no idea..you suggest something." and yes i was still nervous. "eh if you want we can bunk this plan.. just go with the rest if this is not okay for you" he stuttered.. wow was i making him uncomfortable. ugh naina.. if you weren't a human you'd be influenza virus.. stay with a person and make them awkward just like yourself. "no no i didnt mean that..i just don't know where to go.. i'm fine with that..and after all Divya is really really annoying so i wouldn't mind a day off from her endless bullshitt" i finally gave him a smile.  "wow so, you hate her more than you love me? thats cool too.." how can i forget KV was originally a sarcastic bitch.. "you know thats not true.." i rolled across the bed. "which one isnt ." "both arent true." i made a face. idk when and how it happened but our fingers invented some sort of game of their own.. tangling, untangling and fidgets. who knows. it was so candid that nobody noticed.   "that so broke my heart Naina.." "bitter truth is so much better than a sweet lie, KV" "that was pathetic Naina..i thought you were funny.." "i am funnyyyyyy!!! and its just 8 in the morning. what do you expect, i can't be Alan Davis at this hour." "whose alan davis naina?" "ugh. forget it KV. no one" "should i be worried ?" "yes  you should..alan davis is a 55 year old comedian whose in love with me.." "ohh thats great..you know comedians are the people who more likely get mentally ill.." "what?? "   "unusual personality structure, which also makes them funnier "  "how the fuck are you supposed to know that KV" "idk i just know that" "so you're saying if any comedian falls in love with Naina, he isnt mentally okay?" "yes" "i hate you" still laughing i snapped my hand back from his hand "isnt this so funnny KV? we trying to be like other couples, trying to talk all cutesy but we fail so hard, we end up being weird again." " do we even try ?" he laughed too.  "we're so salty. this is our thing maybe..we can never act sweet. like those couples we see all day. " i scorned. "huh wannabes" to which we laughed really hard. "also we aint exactly salty too. we're just weird." i concluded.  "okay lets try once again." i sat close to him staring right at him trying to come up with something funny.. "okay" he said. looking at me with his serious face. "so--" before i could come up with anything funny that i was thinking since the last 4 seconds, he interrupted me. " i have a plan for today." he whispered as he came closer to me. That was pretty close if you ask me. i bet my face was looking like a watermelon right now.  "we stay here for sometime. do nothing at all.. just stay here" he completed his sentence coming somewhat more closer. i know 'more closer' isnt a word but thats where he was.  now before he could complete, i jumped. "yes! i love such kind of days. no plans no nothing. lazy sleepy days where you sleep all day.. hey hey hey lets close the curtains!! "  i cheered up for no reason..  he laughed a bit loudly and softly touched his head with mine. a really cute gesture but i couldn't figure out why. all confused i sat there like a bear and he pushed me back in the bed, spooning me like a taco..