rosesandrorys‌:

“i’m always suspicious beau, that’s basically a cornerstone of my personality.” it was true too, rory never really shared much about her life to anyone. perhaps it was a defense mechanism, but rory didn’t really care to psychoanalyze it too much. she could feel the liquid pooling in her belly now, and she was sure the warmth of it would soon spread to the rest of her body. “i’m allowed to do whatever i want.” she said wryly, and part of the sentence rang true. her boss was an old man that hardly ever scolded her, and when he did she could get out of anything with a sweet smile and a tight dress. sweet talking people in power was definitely a strong suit. “besides, when has anyone ever been able to tell me no?”

 “Huh, yeah. I guess you’ve got me there.” Beau chuckled, having to agree with her statement. There was always a sense of suspicion and mystery when it came to Rory. It was one of the many things that made her so interesting. He wondered if that was something she made happen or it was just they way she was. As she went on, he nodded and raised his hands up in mock surrender. “Alright, alright. You do whatever the hell you want. Got it.” He teased, flashing an amused grin. “That’s a good point though. You do seem to always get your way with people. It’s like your super power.” He noted, resting his face in his hands as he looked at her. “Sometimes I wonder how you do it.” 

mcgnoliias‌:

          MAGNOLIA WAS COMFORTABLE WITH HER AND BEAU’S DYNAMIC. it was familiar to her; things just always seemed to escalate in a fun way, without much thought from either of them. and regardless, magnolia had a sixth sense for when men were interested in her. a third eye, even. the tone of beau’s texts had told her everything she needed to know. ❝ well, ❞ magnolia flashed him a warm grin, before stepping into the place, ❝ how have things been for you ? ❞ immediately, her eyes flickered around the room. partly to try and spot her necklace, but mostly because being back in his place brought back vivid memories of the last time she was here. she took a couple steps into the room before letting her eyes turn back to meet beau’s for a moment. ❝ ‘s a little cleaner than the last time i was here. ❞ the brunette offered him a playful smile, eyes sparkling for a moment with mischief — before she turns back around to her search. 

 Beau hadn’t realized that his back and forth texts with Magnolia had any sort of undertone. Or maybe he did but was so used to that kind of banter with her that he hadn’t thought twice about it? Either way, he felt a slight pang of regret for it for both potentially risking slipping up in the serious relationship he had with someone else, and wasting her time. He was sure he hadn’t come all this way just to search for her necklace, nor had she come just to stare at his freckled face. There was obviously more to it, as there usually was, but he hoped he could drive off any mischief by acting oblivious. “Good. Things have been good.” ‘I’ve got a boyfriend now that makes me really happy and might not be too happy with me if I slip up with you,’ he wanted to add. Instead, he simply kept things vague and proceed with a, “How about you?” Leaning against the wall, he let out a light laugh as she continued. “Yeah, well, I might have tidied up a bit.” He teased. “I figured it would make things a bit easier—to find your necklace I mean.”

ofleoo‌:

a wide smile formed on his lips in between the kiss as his nose nuzzled gently up against beau’s. his heart felt like it had skipped a beat for a moment. those three words lifted so much weight off his chest finally. he didn’t think it was a really big deal but now he understood why people did make it such a big deal in the long run. the man in front of him was someone that he had considered to be his best friend even though he hasn’t been apart of his life for a long time. he was almost giddy is what it felt like now at the feeling of saying those words. his fingers were tingling as he felt the man’s jawline resting as what almost seemed like it was a perfect fit to be there. like they had belonged together. “i’m sorry…. i know i need to tell you more things….. but i’m just not there yet.” he breathed out nervously still not daring to pull away from the man just quite yet. his warmth felt so good to embrace at the moment. he had almost forgotten that they were in public for a moment until it had finally hit him that they were and pulled away but only for an inch, his hand was . “and when i am ready…… then…. we’ll have that conversation. but just not right now.” 

 Beau knew Leo had gone through a number of hardships throughout his life. Or at least, bits and pieces of it as the male had never gone into the full details of them. Which was fine and completely understandable. There were some things just better left buried and unsaid. It wasn’t the most healthy motto to live by, but it was a way to cope nevertheless. Fingers brushing back some loose strands of his boyfriend’s hair, he shook his head. “No, don’t apologize, Leo. It’s alright. Really.” He said. “You don’t have to tell me anything you don’t feel comfortable talking about yet. I understand that opening up isn’t an easy thing to do, so I won’t pressure you.” He insisted, still not really cognizant of their surrounds until his boyfriend pulled away slightly. “That’s fine. It really is. We don’t have to think about anything else apart from this moment.” He replied, offering a reassuring smile. “I just want us to enjoy the night. Have some fun, you know?” 

rosesandrorys‌:

turns out, tequila did help. the sour taste in her mouth was all but gone. sure, every time she ran into beau something bad, of their own making, happened but she could resist the temptation, right? “we can redo it.” she said, not even asking as she poured four more shots. “two each?” she couldn’t help the corner of her mouth turning up, but later she would swear up and down that she was thinking zero mischievous thoughts. “i’m doing….well, as good as i always am. what about you then?” and that wasn’t a lie. how bad could a person be on this beautiful island anyway? raising up a shot, rory winked and with a quick “salud”, sank the shot.

 “Redo it?” Beau repeated, brows furrowed in intrigue as she continued. This would surely be the start of their very own self made disaster. And yet, he was too interested to steer away from it. “Alright then. Two each.” He agreed with a little tap to the counter. The swimmer never turned down alcohol, ever. Especially, not tequila. “Hmm, you hesitated there for a second. Sounds suspicious.” He teased with an accusatory finger. “I’m doing good. Just urging to get a little buzzed as you might have guessed.” He answered. He then proceed to take another shot glass into his hands when she did, chiming out a “salud” in near unison before downing two more shots in a row as they had agreed. Clearing his throat once the burning liquid made its way down his throat, he looked to her curiously. “Are you usually aloud to drink on the job like that?” 

miguel bernadeau. that's all.

ofleoo‌:

there was a part of leo that froze but he found himself sinking into beau’s warmth more than usual. letting his eyes rest shut when he felt beau running his fingers through his own hair he had almost forgotten where they were as his arms wrapped around the other man’s waist. damn, this was so peaceful to him. he felt his cheeks grow red at beau’s own response and he looked up at the male studying his gaze carefully, his fingers gently brushing over the man’s beautifully buzzed head and resting on the side, rubbing soft small circles on his temples. “i know you mean it.” he said gently as he gently leaned into beau and kissed him on the lips. the same lips that always seemed to make him feel like he belonged somewhere no matter what shit it was he was going through at the moment. “i know i haven’t been telling you a lot of stuff.” he muttered in between the kiss as he finally breathed out wondering if he had been holding that breath the entire time. his palms were sweaty too and he was pretty certain that beau could feel it against his temples. why did the other male still make him feel so nervous when he felt completely comfortable around him half the time? 

 Beau swore he had never felt more happy or at ease than that very moment. Those powerful three words that were previously too scary to hear or say now made him feel as if everything was right in the world. Like everything was going to fall into place from now on just because Leo cared about him and so forth. He smiled as his boyfriend’s little touches of affection, completely incognizant of their setting or the many people around them. “Just checking.” He hummed against the man’s lips, pulling him a little closer to his body. When he continued on, he pulled away slightly to look upon him once more as if needing to read his expression. “It’s alright. I get it.” He said. Beau knew Leo had his reasons for not always being completely open with him. Hell, he knew better than anyone how hard that could be. There were still a lot of things he had yet to detail as well. Thus, he would’ve been quite the hypocrite to be bothered by it. “You don’t have to apologize about that—or feel like you owe me any explanations. I’ll still be here if or when you’re ready to talk.” 

rosesandrorys‌:

ah, fuck. and there was the drop of the anvil, the perfect cap off to her recent bender. “oh. it’s you.” her hungover brain had made her lips looser than usual, and she couldn’t help the tone of her voice dropping just a bit. “long time no see.” she said the words as she reached for the tequila, knowing that she was going to have to pour a shot for herself too to get through this conversation. beau was trouble to the highest degree, and that was the problem. as all of her life decisions had shown thus far, rory loved trouble. but here she was, trying to reform, though her actions would say otherwise. filling up four shots of tequila quickly, she pushed three towards him and picked up the last for herself. “cheers.” that couldn’t have sounded more strained, but she was hoping over the music he wouldn’t hear. maybe the burn of tequila would clear her head.

 “Yeah...it’s me. In the flesh.” Beau replied with a nod, noting the drop in her tone. This is awkward, he thought. Then again, how could it not be all considering. They were a mess of a pair, Rory and Beau. Anyone could see that. Wherever either of them went trouble was sure to follow. But together, they were pure disaster. The two were the worst of influences on each other, and yet, it was never long before their paths crossed. “It has been a while, hasn’t it?” But maybe not long enough as far as either of them were concerned. Once the shots were being pushed his way, he flashed the closest thing to a smile that he could muster before downing two shots in a row like his life depended on it. “Oh, I guess I should’ve said salud first, huh?” He laughed, trying to kill a bit of the tension present. “How’ve you been?” 

lxstgxd‌:

@ofbeauisms​

Leo looked into the bustling establishment and scowled. It was just his fucking luck that the place had been packed. Under normal circumstances, he would have just made himself dinner but his stove had been given him problems all week and he just wanted a nice hot meal. Like a predator looking for prey, he stalked through the rows of tables looking for some place open to sit. All he had to do, was get in and get out then he could go back home. Near the back, Leo found what to be the only fucking seat open in the whole place and he reached out for it only to hit the hand of another and not the chair he had been aiming for. “Excuse me,” Leo said trying to be civil,” I was gonna sit there.”

Beau had gone through a fairly exhausting day. Everything seemed to be going the opposite of how he was hoping it would, resulting in quite the ill mood from him thus far. It seemed that he just couldn’t catch a break, the moment he stepped into his favorite restaurant to find it packed to the brim. Letting out a sigh of frustration, he almost turned on his heel to find somewhere else to eat until, like a gift from the gods themselves, an open seat appeared in the corner of his eye. Without hesitation, he rushed towards the seat, hand reaching towards it only for it to meet someone else’s instead. “Yeah, well, that’s unfortunate for you because I’ve already called this spot, dude.” Beau replied, gripping the seat tightly with a hand and gesturing towards the male dismissively with the other. “You’ll have to scavenge for another. Good luck.” 

ofbeauti‌:

 “Well you took a sip first so I know it is not drugged.” Nodding with a silent laugh as she took the flask, the small sip causing a wrinkle in her nose. The alcohol a welcomed burn as it went down however it tasted as most did. “I don’t see what makes this gold.” Shaking her head with a laugh. “All magic, but I do know when you give them a little wink and a big smile it changes a lot.” 

 “Why would I bring a drugged flask?” Beau questioned her, a hint of genuine innocence in his tone for once. It had gone completely over his head that she might’ve thought him to be some creep, and maybe that was for the best. As she gave his drink of choice a try, he cocked his head expectantly. “It’s considered ‘gold’ because of the color and how it’s made.” He explained, quite surprised that she wasn’t all that impressed by it. Maybe she just had a more refined taste? While she went on, a light chuckle left his lips and he gave her a knowing nod. “Ah, I see. So you’re saying you know how to play up the charm on them, right? I’d take advantage of that all the time if I were you.” 

rosesandrorys‌:

–rory, admittedly, had been on a bit of a bender for the past week. old habits die hard, and for the LA native, it seemed they weren’t dying at all. but while she wasn’t good at keeping her nose out of certain products, what she was good at was faking it, and that’s what she’d done all week, right up until the moment that she’d been scheduled for the opening brunch shift. stumbling into work in five inch platforms with glitter spread across her cheekbones was obviously not a good look, but five minutes in the bathroom and a crisp white blouse could cover up most of her sins from the week previous. all of them, of course, but the killer comedown that she was now experiencing. thank god mimosas went down easy, and thank god her boss was too preoccupied with the pretty girls at the end of the bar to notice her tired eyes and lack of energy. “what can i get ya?” she asked the new tenant at the bar, body swiveling to face them first as sluggish eyes followed.

“Three shots of your finest gold tequila, por favor.” Beau answered in a chime, the blaring music in the background keeping him from recognizing the familiar voice right away. The man was in a particularly good mood tonight. So much so, that he’d arrived for some ‘celebratory’ drinks without having anything in particular to actually celebrate at all. Then again, the Spaniard never really did need much of a reason to drink the night away in the first place anyways. Things had been going well for him lately—maybe even a bit too well. Usually something made all of the good things goings for him come crashing down by now, and the moment he turned his head to face the bartender he knew things weren’t far from becoming complicated. “Oh, hey Rory.” He awkwardly greeted. “I...uh...wasn’t expecting to see you tonight.” 

ofleoo‌:

leo was worried that beau would be keeping an eye on him all night after everything that happened. there was a tired look in his eyes for once and it showed when he didn’t work. his brows furrowed at beau’s words as he looked at his boyfriend studying his gaze carefully. it was calm between them for a moment and he could feel beau’s warmth against is chest and that was a feeling that leo would never really forget about. it brought leo so much ease and comfort as he stood there with his boyfriend. god, boyfriend. what a word it took leo through a whirlwind even thinking about it. “i love you.” he said finally letting his eyes rest shut as he could almost feel what felt like his heart being ripped out of his chest. jesus, did he just say that to beau of all people? fucking shit yeah he did. sure he’s said it jokingly before but this was a point where he actually meant it and he buried his face into the man’s chest to avoid his gaze but also to feel his warmth one last time in case he decides to pull away. his own touch against beau’s forearm was gentle as he felt his arms wrap around the other male’s neck gently as he looked up at him. “i really do….. love you.” he says softly looking into beau’s eyes as he placed a hand on the side of beau’s cheek gently rubbing soft circles into the man’s cheekbone with his thumb.

Beau really did want Leo to think more highly of himself and wanted him to know how he viewed him through his eyes with what he had said. By doing so, he admittedly expected some sort of bashfulness or affection from the male as a result. They were the cute reactions Beau adored. What he wasn’t expecting, was the ‘I love you’ that left his lips instead. At first, he smiled, slipping out a cocky little “I know,” in response. But as the seconds passed, the seriousness of Leo’s words sunk in. “Oh...” The athlete initially trailed, completely caught off guard and unsure for what to say. This wasn’t the first time his boyfriend had told him that he loved him, but this was certainly the first time those three words had been uttered with such weight behind them. Honestly, if it had been anyone else saying such a thing to him he would’ve bolted by now, but he couldn’t do that to Leo. Still at a loss for words, but not wanting the other to think he was rejecting him, Beau pressed his lips to his boyfriend’s once more, fingers tangling in his hair. “I, uh, I love you too.” He admitted when he finally pulled away. “It feels weird saying it out loud, but...I mean it.” 

floagreste‌: 

“right?!” flo tilts his head, smiling. “he definitely has modeling potential. i might ask him to be the face of a campaign one day, but then he’ll get groupies and i’ll be all jealous.” florian brings his glass of champagne to his lips, taking a small sip. “oh please, don’t tell me you will say no if leo comes asking for a little slow dancing?” he teases, smirking. leo is not a topic they have openly talked about either. but florian has bumped with him enough times at home to write it off as a one night stand. and his suspicions were confirmed once he could see the way his brother looks at the other boy. “it might not be your style, but i can already see you doing it all if leo wants to. so i hope he does, ‘cause i’d love to actually see it.”

 “I bet he’d like that, and be pretty good at it too.” Beau mused, picturing the possibility in his head. “Even with all those potential groupies though, I highly doubt he’d have eyes for anyone but you, hermano. Your jealousy would be in vain.” He assured, giving his brother’s shoulder a light squeeze. Beau was nothing if not observant, and he could tell how crazy Arlo was about Florian just by the mere glimmer in his eyes when the latter was mentioned. He didn’t see those sentiments changing anytime soon. At the mention of Leo, he smiles fondly, a soft chuckle escaping him. “I guess you’ve got me there.” He admitted, before taking another swig of champagne. Then, he looks back at his brig brother, eyes narrowing in faux seriousness while he waved an accusatory finger at him. “But why do I get the feeling you’re going to start giving him ideas now, hmm?” 

ofleoo‌:

“but i do have fun with you. and i do have fun at work. i do not always work work work y’know.” he said in a matter of factly tone. this almost felt strange being here with a man that he could call his boyfriend. in all honesty: this was a new realm for him. he was trying to test the waters really being here at a public event together with him. but it was going fine. really. actually better than leo would have thought. even though for once in his life he’s completely comfortable around someone so he kind of knew that this would go well. although leo was a small town boy from the middle of nowhere Nebraska he could feel himself loving the Spaniard in front of him for a while and that really did terrify leo for a second. a deep breath escaped his lips as he laughed in between the kiss. this night could get a whole lot better maybe as his brown hues matched the other man’s. “do you think that we’ll really win those crowns?” he asked wondering if for a moment he could believe beau’s words even though beau never really let him down before. “you know wearing a crown isn’t going to suit me well. i always live in someone else’s shadows.” he said simply with a shrug as he muttered in between the kiss. although leo didn’t want to admit it he did…..

 “Alright, alright. Fair enough.” Beau replied, deciding to give Leo the benefit of the doubt here. He knew this sort of thing was out of the latter’s element. While he understood and respected the man’s work ethic and different way of going about his life, that didn’t mean that Beau didn’t worry about him sometimes. Especially after his accident. He truly cared about the male, more than he ever could have imagined. He couldn’t remember the last time he’d become this attached to anyone, or the last time he’d gone out of his way so much either. Leo was special in that sense, he supposed. He made him feel things he never thought possible. He made him want to be a better person. “I don’t know?” He shrugged. “Anything’s possible.” He mused, features forming into a frown as his boyfriend continued. “Why not? And says who?” He questioned, obviously strongly disagreeing with his words. It always bothered him when Leo seemed to talk himself down because in his eyes the man was perfect. Pulling away slightly, he looked into his eyes with sincerity. “You’re amazing, Leo. You’re smart, and kind, and fucking handsome as hell.” He began, brushing a thumb along his cheek. “People like you are too bright to be hidden in anyone’s shadow.” 

ofbeauti‌:

She tried not to laugh at his words, she didn’t know the difference between the alcohols. Gold vs Silver - who really cared as long as they got drunk at the end. “O-Oh,” Nodding with a smile before she stuck her hand out. “Alright well I’ll try it - give it here.” Stating as serious as she could. “Me of course - this face,” Doing a circle around her face, “Does wonders.”

 “Are you sure?” Beau questioned, a brow raising in surprise. And yet, he held his flask out towards her again in a polite offer. “What happened to ‘stranger danger,’ hmm?” He teased her with a little laugh, which picked up as she continued. “Ah, I see. So if I take you up to the bar with me and point at you like newfound gold, will they give me the goods?” He asked, playfulness in his tone. “Or is there more to your magic?” 

superpcsitions‌:

     “I CAN’T EVEN call what we had a prom, really, it was more of an end-of-year thing. i don’t even think i had a date but either way, i got drunk.” arlo shrugs his shoulders and offers beau a smile before his eyes graze around the rest of the room. “i only knew of proms because i’d heard of them in movies and such, and i found them romantic. speaking of–” arlo’s eyes seem to light up at the end of his sentence, and he turns on his heels to face beau completely. a hand moves to rest on his own waist and he cocks his head to the side, almost accusatory. “you’re looking handsome tonight, beau.” he smirks. “not that you have to look good for anyone but yourself, mon cherie, but are you here with someone else?”

 “Well it sounds like you spent the evening the right way; with drinks.” Beau teased, admittedly somewhat amused by his friend’s tale of nostalgia. Then, after nodding along as the other continued, he raised a brow at the way the male turned on his heel to face him. He assumed some sort of mischief was brewing in the other and braced for it expectantly. “Thank you, thank you. As I always do.” He playfully replied, chuckling at the question that followed. “Ah, I see. You were only buttering me up so I’d spill all my dirty little details for tonight, huh?” The Spaniard tantalized. “But if you must know, I am in fact here with someone.” He revealed in quite the nonchalant manner. “Leo’s my date tonight.” 

floagreste‌:

florian chuckles, loudly. his relationship with arlo is no secret to his brother, but florian still finds it unknown and new to openly talk about them. not that he minds. “arlo would make a very hot king,” he agrees, nodding his head. “have you seen him tonight? i don’t wanna brag but i styled him, not that he doesn’t look beautiful all the damn time. however…” florian takes a pause to take a sip of champagne before continuing. “i’m not into crowns and slow dances. so i’ll pass. it has to be you.” 

“I have actually.” Beau replies with a nod. He didn’t know much about fashion, but he could still agree that Florian had done a great job styling Arlo. “You’ve got him looking all dapper in that fuschia suit. Like...a magazine model and what not.” He adds, trying to act like he actually had some clue of what he was talking about. Then a laugh escapes him and he shakes his head. “Everyone’s into crowns, my dear brother.” He begins, pausing to take a sip of his drink. “But honestly, none of that is my style either. I mean, could you imagine me taking part in a cliché slow dance?” He scoffs at the thought. “No way.”