#THIS TOOK ME SO LONG TO ANSWER goddddd
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ive known for a long time i’m not getting what I want out of people it took me a long time to figure out i don't know what i want so you'll ask why and there will be no answer then you'll ask for how long and there will be no answer then you'll ask what can i do and there'll be no answer and eventually you will shut up you have no right to be depressed you haven't tried hard enough to like it haven’t seen enough of this world yet but it it hurts it hurts it hurts it hurts well stop your whining try again no one wants to cause you pain they're just trying to let some air in but you hold your breath you hold your breath you hold it hold my breath i hold my breath i hold it i get signs from the cops saying stay the fuck down i get signs from the audience saying stay the fuck down i get signs from goddddd saying stay the fuck down ive got a right to be depressed ive given every inch i had to fight it i have seen too much of this world yes but it hurts it hurts it hurts it hurts and i will never see the light that ive seen shining in your eyes you just want to see me naked so i’ll hold my breath i’ll hold my breath i’ll hold it hold my breath hold my breath i’ll hold it hold my breath i’ll Hold My Breath
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5 & 29 for the mlm ask 😏
5. What's your favorite thing about boys?
Goddddd so many things!! How hairy their tummies and legs get, how they don't shave cuz they're tired then they get all stubbly and handsome, how their voices can get all high when they're exciting vs how gravely they are when theyre sleepy, their HANDS good lord, and of course the classic trio of dick balls and taint/booty.
29. What's a compliment you'd love to receive from a boy?
I always like when they tell me I smell good 😵💫 or when they compliment or like my hair, cuz it is soft and nice I think. A more NSFW answer would be when they say my dick is big or pretty etc etc cuz I never expect it and it's always a bit of a shock tbh
Sorry this took so long to get to bb it got lost in the notifs!!! Thank u for asking
#can you tell the first half of the first question is about my crush#no? ok good moving on#these are fun if you're reading this scroll doe a sec on my blog and send me more maybe 👉🏼👈🏼
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if you're up for it, would talk about your thoughts on lila's character this season? i think she had some great moments but the more i think about it the more uncomfortable with the direction they took. it seems more people like her now but there's not much in depth discussion, so i was curious what you had to say as someone who also loved her since s2
good morning to you and the other anon who sent me this right before you did:
tua spoilers:
ohhhhhhhh myyyy goddddd I am so pissed off about lila’s wasted potential. last season people were soooo unkind and unsympathetic towards lila for her actions after being raised by the handler and damaged in the exact same way reginald had done to the hargreeves family. I think it might have been worse for lila actually, because she was all alone with no other siblings to lean on growing up, and was always driven by a sense of vengeance for her real parents, who she still remembers. this plus the fact that she’s remained under her mum’s control even as a 30+ year old adult unlike the hargreeveses who have at least had over a decade to step back and process what happened to them (pretty unsuccessfully sure, but time does heal SOME wounds). it really annoyed me that so many people refused to see that she was just like the umbrellas and just wrote her off as a lying manipulative bitch, but when has any fandom been fair on women characters of colour?? especially with tua, and especially since lila is also a major love interest.
but yeah anyways season 2 left lila in a really interesting emotional place, perfect for further character development that could have actually driven the entire story forward. because while the umbrellas squandered their last decade alone from each other, lila could have been recovering from that same kind of trauma but this time with support from diego and the others. I like the idea of the hargreeves siblings seeing someone who is them from ten years ago and knowing how to help them because they know where they themselves went wrong.
then season 3 decided to scrap that idea and instead give lila a very awkward speedrun through trauma recovery by making her pregnant thereby forcing her to confront her emotions about her abusive mother by dealing with the oh so humourous conundrum of becoming a mother herself. the lie with diego about stan went on for wayyyyy too long and it all just boiled down to boring and sexist romance tropes you’d only expect to find in fan fiction, with diego holding her back from doing anything. the whole thing is just sooooo lazily written to fast-track lila getting on the same emotional journey as the hargreeveses.
and then yeah, there’s the raw fish thing. I don’t think I saw lila drinking any alcohol but she was definitely looking for some at some point. so was she really pregnant anyway??? and then with the zap at the end with them losing their powers and diego and five and luther getting their whole bodies back does that mean lila still has her baby, if it did ever exist?????? they’ll probably just fall back on the “well. lila’s just a crazy lady!~” answer to everything (also i did NOT appreciate all the jokes about them in the asylum like my guy... it was the 60s they were put in there for being brown). fucking horrendous writing. ritu and david are soooo lucky their chemistry was electric enough to stop me from turning the show off.
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OH and along the shadow. and bullets
YEAAHAHAHA
my favorite lyric: okay a few songs here. IN THE WAY IT FELT !!! I CAN SEE IT WAS REAL !!! I WONT BE THE ONLY ONE CARRYING ALL THE BLAME !!! NO ONE COULDVE KNOWN !!! ALL OF OUR POCKETS HAD HOLES !!! SOBER UP AND YOU CAN SEE MORE THAN WHAT YOU WANTED !!!
AND WATCH IT GO STILL ECHOING INTO THE SPACE WE/YOU LEFT BETWEEN AND I REMEMBER WHEN YOU COULDNT STAND HOLDING ONTO ME SO LONG !!!!!!
BLINK IF YOU HEAR A SIGNAL !!! OUR HANDS DRIP WET WITH BLOOD FROM CLAPPING WHEN !!! YOU HEAR THE COMMAND !!! A SPARROW ATE OUR BREAD TRAILS !!! GO EAST ALONG THE SHADOWED MOUNTAIN SIDE !!! IF YOU WANT TO STAY ALIVE !!!
all of sore distress. JUST ALL OF SORE DISTRESS. HE TOOK MY PLACE AND NO ONE THERE COULD EVEN TELL !!!!!
my favorite song: the silver string or sore distress. other faves are racing towards a red light, along the shadow of man, drinking from the fountain. and second guesses and ideology is theft and count back from ten... okay so the entire album
the song that makes me cry: sore distress makes me want to scream and cry but not like cry in a sad way just in a OH MY GODDDDD way
the song that’s a fucking bop: DRINKING FROM THE FOUNTAIN !!!!
the song i most dislike/least love: um ... idk ... control and the urge to pray ??????????????? but like no not at all is the thing. actually i regret this answer cause im listening to it rn i regret this answer BUT IDK WHAT ELSE TO PUT HERE HELLO??? none of them FINAL ANSWER. too good of an album.
okayokaoykaoykaoykaoykaoykaoykayo bullets. uruukgkh
my favorite lyric: im just not gonna put an answer ehre.
my favorite song: if you dont know this about me .... its vampires ... i hope thats obvious. not as obvious anymore bc my song on my blog isnt vampires anymore and my url isnt vampires anymore... but like... shes my girl... my favorite mcr song of all time
the song that makes me cry: drowning lessons and demolition lovers
the song that’s a fucking bop: headfirst tbh
the song i most dislike/least love: skylines SORRY. i love her shes just my least favorite
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Hello I have to be up early for work (ew) but I am still riding the high of yesterday, like I'm not even kidding the ONLY reason I went to that con was to meet John deLancie and I DID. LIKE. I'M STILL REELING OVER THAT I CANT BELIEVE IT
He held a Q&A panel too and I was the THIRD person in line to ask a question and I ended up asking a rly good one that got him talkin for a couple minutes (the video I took of my question was like almost 6 minutes long) and he was just so fucking nice and respectable and fun and a REALLY COOL GUY and at one point we were making eye contact for a prolonged period of time and I was like ohhhh my goddddd bUT OTHERWISE IT WAS JUST A RLY GOOD EXPERIENCE 😭😭😭
He also talked about how he struggled growing up cuz he didn't learn how to read until he was 12 and how, while nowadays we have words like "dyslexic" to describe these things, back then he was used to being called slow or lazy, and even r***rded and that was rly interesting to hear since he's someone I think is SO amazingly talented, I never realized how much of a struggle he started off with and that just made me respect him even more 🥺
Also someone asked how he feels about being a celebrity and all the impact he's had on so many people and DEADASS all he said was "I cannot walk past a mirror in the house without stopping, and staring in awe" and everyone was fucking ROLLING IT WAS SUCH A Q ANSWER TBH AND IT WAS SO GOOOOOOOD
#SORRY I KNOW THIS IS THE MOST RAMBLY OF RAMBLE#but now that im awake and not dead tired and in pain i just NEEDED to get all that out#and thats probably not gonna be all!! im probably gonna post about this more later!!! cuz GOD#but yeah this was so amaaziiiiiing i LOOOOOOVED IT#im gonna be riding this high for a couple days for SURE#and if anything.. this kinda put me into a m o o d so i might be going back to rewatch some s.tar tr.ek soon ehehehehe#ruby rambles#💜: let me bring you down to earth#(<- for organization purposes)#long post
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hear me out, everyone's big on being man but i am very soft rn so i propose being super nice with being mean
like edging someone until they're sobbing and begging and writhing and can barely speak but being so soft and just petting their head and telling them "just a little more baby" "almost there honey" "You're so good, such a good boy for me aren't you" (I am deranged and silly)
-😶🌫️
SORRY THIS TOOK SO LONG TO ANSWER I DIDNT HAVE THE TIME TO GIVE A GOOD RESPONSE BUT REST ASSURED THIS STAYED IN .Y HEAD THE WHOLE TIME... goddddd i want to treat someone so gently i love when i get go be niceys.... i would pet your hair and kiss your face all over and i would be all gentle... light a candle and give you flowers and then after i get to draw a bath with a nice bath bomb and ill get you snacks and everything... ohh so good for me, so sweet, letting me do this. Sorry im normal <- wants to pamper someone
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SWTOR: Fallen Empire and Eternal Throne
send me a fandom and I’ll — meme
hooo man. why this. I talked so much already.
WHY IS STAR WARS SO BIG. WHO’S RESPONSIBLE?
Also warning for anyone who hasn’t played them, there’s probably spoilers below. Also I have really, really harsh opinions about the Emperor (mostly that he’s poorly written attempt at a villain by men who do not know what horror is).
SWTOR: KOTFE / KOTET
the character i least understand
LMAO VALKORIAN
the emperor’s new groove
this doesn’t really answer the question but I’ve been d y i n g to say this
Valkorian reeks of desperation and fear, under that veneer of godliness, and lies. Afraid of death. Afraid of losing the force. Weak, and pathetic, and fearful, and have never faced the horrors of just existing, and in his extra efforts to avoid this, he struggles for power and crushes everyone in their way.
and I don’t understand how I’m supposed to believe that this pathetic villain is supposed to be the Eldritch Horror that was Vitiate, lmao
he’s not the real Eldritch horror. He’s a … yet again, corrupt man with too much power. If I’m supposed to believe he is, supposedly, an eldritch horror of eternal life, like … sorry, but this is a far cry from KotOR II, in which we were actually given four actual eldritch horrors.
(“what do you mean four, izzy?” I mean Kreia is an Eldritch Horror, and so is the Exile, in addition to Darth Nihlus and Darth Sion. Horror is not a sadly predictable corrupted man, horror is the void of space meant to consume all life to feed an immense, unending, undying hunger. Horror is being forced to stay alive when all the agony and pain and suffering of a body torn asunder kept contained in a thin mortal coil surpasses all limitation on what life can feasibly endure. Horror is having your solid foundations and convictions and dignity stripped from you until all you are left with is hopelessness and no will to live. Horror is facing your convictions and realizing everything you are, everything you’ve done, everything you ever will be is meaningless, does not matter, and everything you touch will be swallowed by you.)
Maybe if his writing was actually nuanced I would be concerned or worried or even remotely scared of “The Emperor” but all I am is vaguely disgusted. Plus he’s a shitty Darth Nihlus rip off, tbh. Darth Nihlus deserved better 2kwhatever
Harsh, but alas. He’s just a sick sad man that is eventually put down like he deserves, and to be frank I don’t understand how the writers thought we should ever be scared of him
interactions i enjoyed the most
All of the companions together, in every iteration possible. If there was anything done right, it was the companions interacting with each other. Especially any/every scene with Koth, and Koth & Crew, in it.
Darth Marr and Master Shan. I’m so … jump down to ships that didn’t sail honestly.
the character who scares me the most
Vaylin. And she deserved so much better.
But, woo. Talk about presence, and the way they animated her stalking her prey? She was terrifying in the way that someone who can and will hurt you is fucking terrifying.
the character who is mostly like me
I want to say Theron, if only bc I am also a mess, need a vacation, don’t get enough sleep, and sometimes makes very little sense when I’m trying to process too much too quickly all at once.
hottest looks character
VAYLIN AND ARCANN
HONESTLY
Wow. Wowowow.
one thing i dislike about my fave character
Why the hell can’t I take Theron with me into the Star Fortresses. And why can’t I get +500 influence with him whenever I do the bonus quest? Why is it only the companion I take with me, when he’s there also witnessing this at the same time ??
wrt his character, I kind of dislike … how everyone whitewashes him. wtf, fandom. his parents are BOTH NONWHITE. WHY WOULD YOU MAKE HIM WHITE? FOR THE LOVE OF
I know that’s not what this question is asking but HONESTLY
one thing i like about my hated character
I like the eventual reveal that Valkorian is in fact a whiny pissant who’s afraid of death. That was vindicating, I felt vindicated.
a quote or scene that haunts me
Getting stabbed through the gut by a lightsaber really sucked. But, Rhendr being Rhendr was just like “Not … the first time this has happened.”
a death that left me indifferent
The Torian/Vette death was so shoehorned and senseless. I didn’t really feel anything except, lmao, that I expected it to be written as poorly as it was — and tbh it felt like such a betrayal to Vaylin’s character, moreso than the other two. Vette, the escape artist, somehow captured?
Torian, who has a literal jetpack, somehow captured?
Why these two, specifically? What purpose does it even serve?
And then Vaylin. They, the writers, were clearly so desperate to make Vaylin unlikable and unsymapthetic they wrote her senselessly killing one of the companions, purely to make it easier on the PC to kill her bc they couldn’t be bothered to write a way for us to save her like we could/can/do save Arcann.
Like … you cannot tell me that this wasn’t misogynistic. Writers chose to write it this way. They chose to write a broken abused child as being irredeemable when her brother, who actually committed genocide and equal if not worse heinous crimes against the galaxy, receives a redemption arc.
Like, repeated themes of people showing the ugly sides of mental illness being murdered, especially if they’re women, is a thing. That’s an actual thing. It’s not a unique or even interesting development. It’s been repeated ad nauseum and it’s, quite frankly, poor writing. =/
at that point of the story, I just stopped giving a shit, and just wanted to finish the story for the sake of finishing it — and then never touching it again.
a character i wish died but didn’t
No one ??? Oh you know what, Broonmark. My completionist ass had to save him, but I really wanted him dead. That was my own damn fault though.
my ship that never sailed
LANA and THERON
I just feel like, take out the PC/Outlander, and they still would have succeeded between the two of them. I feel this often about Bioware stories, actually (this is like … a repeated theme where the story, if you removed the PC, could still go on fine without them) but the galaxy could have survived without the PC with just the two of them.
They work really well together. They know each other. They support each other. Their flaws and their strengths balance the other’s. They just work, and I have no idea if the fandom ever considered it or not but, you know.
Not to say that I don’t ship other’s OCs and Theron (bc some people I follow I’m constantly like WOW @ their ocs lmao) but you know. This is the ship that didn’t sail.
Also … Darth Marr and Satele Shan.
I know, I know. BUT LISTEN. LISTEN. The way Darth Marr talks about Satele is just. My heart? Aches?
Honestly, the line: “But only one, in all the galaxy, was my equal.” The way it was delivered by Darth Marr about Satele Shan was just … there was a lot of emotion, and implications, in that one line. Whether intentional, or even returned, or not, it’s still there.
“We met on this world. We argued, explored… and found an understanding.”
Greater ships have sailed on less, tbph.
#silenthouse#long post for ts#I HOPE YOU'RE HAPPY#THIS TOOK ME SO LONG TO ANSWER goddddd#memes#meme: send me a fandom#D tag#Izzy talks swtor#swtor spoilers#kotfe spoilers#kotet spoilers#i guess ???#I am SO scathing holy shit#v: star wars
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Ok what I wouldn’t give to smoke with the Bucciarati gang and have them take turns pulling me into their laps and shotgunning smoke into my mouth while we’re all giggly and high
Oh goddddd anon!! That would be so fucking amazing 😭 I can picture the whole Bucci gang + you all chilling at Giorno's villa (Everybody Lives AU hehe). Everyone has made themselves comfortable on the lavish couches and chairs in the extravagantly decorated room. Joints/blunts are making their way around the circle of gang members, everyone talking and laughing. There’s some smooching and everything is so nice and fun!!
Alsoooo I apologize for how long it took me to answer this!
𝘊𝘰𝘯𝘵𝘦𝘯𝘵 𝘞𝘢𝘳𝘯𝘪𝘯𝘨𝘴: Recreational marijuana usage, kissing. That’s pretty much it!
Mista
Mista is the one with the bright idea to shotgun you. He pulls you from your chair next to him and into his lap after you take a hit that makes you cough particularly hard. "Here, babe. Maybe this will be easier on you," he flirts, brown eyes shining mischievously. He takes a big hit from the blunt, the paper crackling as it burns. Chest puffed out, he grabs your chin and passes the smoke from to you, letting his lips linger on yours after he is done. Boldly, he leans in again, this time giving you a light, yet heated kiss. He can’t help but smile at the fact that he just kissed you. The thought sends him into a giggle fit, making you laugh as well. This captures the attention of everyone around the circle. Their conversations falter and a hush settles over them as they watch the two of you.
Abbacchio
"That looked fun," Abbacchio states, breaking the silence. "You want another hit, right?" he inquires, trying to entice you. He doesn’t have to work so hard to persuade you, because in a few moments, you're being lifted off of Mista's knees and onto Abbacchio's instead. You make yourself comfortable and lean your head against his strong chest while he takes a hit. He gives you a look that asks if you’re ready, his lungs full of smoke. You excitedly press your lips to his, and you breathe him in. Abbacchio is not shy about kissing you afterward and keeps you in his lap for several minutes, pressing wet kisses to your lips. A sliver of tongue makes its way past your lips, making you hum happily.
Bucciarati
All the while, Bucciarati looks on with interest. He has a pretty good view since he’s seated directly next to Abbacchio. The men make eye contact, sharing a silent conversation before Abbacchio passes you on. Bucciarati’s eager hands wrap around your waist, blue eyes glistening. “Are you starting to feel it yet?” he asks conversationally. He idly strokes your thigh with his thumb as he holds you in his lap. You feign thinking to yourself before responding, “Not yet. I think I need some more.” He is more than happy to provide for you. Bucciarati nearly faces the thick joint in his hand before turning to you. Your heart races as he leans in, shotgunning you for your third time. The action is almost passionate, Bruno’s lips caressing yours softly. The smoke that passes between you is smooth and goes right to your head, making you feel like you’re “going up”. He playfully nibbles your bottom lip and gives your rump a squeeze before letting you go on.
Fugo
Once Bucciarati is finished kissing you a bit more, it is now time for Fugo to have you. He scoffs as if he is annoyed, but once you straddle his thighs on the chair, he seems much more happy to have you there. “You still aren’t stoned yet?” he asks you, raising an eyebrow as he takes a hit off of the joint. You giggle and tell him that you could go for more, to which he just rolls his violet eyes. “Fine. But you have to thank me nicely after this.” He takes a long hit off of the rapidly disappearing joint between his fingers. Grabbing your chin firmly, he brings your face to his. Fugo passes the smoke on to you, still cradling your face while he does so. After you exhale your hit, you make sure to give him a very nice “thank you” kiss.
Narancia
Narancia is really shy when you’re finished with Fugo and come sauntering over and onto his lap. He’s blushing up a storm as soon as you settle yourself on his thighs. “Well? Would you mind sharing a hit with me, Nara?” you plead sweetly, stroking his chest flirtatiously. When he looks at you, you can see from his glassy eyes that he’s already stoned out of his mind. “Y-Yes, of course I will!” he answers, seeming to gain a bit of confidence. He hits the blunt with quite a bit of force to make sure he has enough smoke for you--so much that he might have hit it a little too hard. He begins to cough, all of the smoke whooshing out of his lungs and going to waste. All is well, though. You still press some sweet kisses to Narancia’s face for his troubles.
Giorno
Ah, yes, we save the best for last! By the time Giorno has his hands wrapped around your waist, you feel higher than a kite. But you aren’t ready for the party to stop, especially with the hungry way that the Don is looking at you. “Are you enjoying yourself, amore?” he whispers next to your ear, a thin wisp of weed smoke still lingering on his lips. You nod, squeezing your legs around his waist. “Why don’t we try that blunt again?” Giggling, you agree, sitting back enough for the Don to take a hit. His drag is smooth, the ember glowing brightly before Giorno finally pulls away. When he parts his lips to shotgun you, you swear that you could see fangs in his mouth, glinting in the low light. You gasp, but he captures your lips already, passing along the smoke. You clench his black jacket, melting into his touch, his lips taking you higher than the weed could.
#no trish bc she's probably off being a popstar and all <3#vampire!don!giorno bc i said so#team bucciarati#knife asks#not sfw#jjba#cw marijuana#team bucciarati x reader#golden wind
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Imagine Harry learning to play the guitar after the war and Draco finds out when they start dating and is obv a slut for it. Anyway what I'm here to beg for is sexy-guitar-player-Harry smut please and thank
first of all nonners I’m so sorry this took me lit rally 59 years to answer!!!! when I saw it in my inbox last week I was abt to answer n be like yes. this. And then realized it needed to be written and got sidetracked w the first himbo harry installment but here it is now and let me just SAY this trope is my new FAVORITE thing in the world oh my goddddd when I tell u the way I’ve been yelling to glows and cielia abt it 👁👄👁
highly recommend listening to wonderwall when it comes up to Complete the Experience. hope u enjoy ❤️
“I’m sorry, he what?”
“Yeah, he’s really good,” said Weasley. He nodded towards the acoustic guitar hanging on the wall; Draco had taken notice of it the first time he’d seen Harry’s flat but never paid it much mind after that, taking it for decoration, or perhaps an unused gift. “He’ll play if you ask him. He doesn’t like showing off.”
“Which is silly,” Granger said, rolling her eyes. “I’ve told him, just because he’s good at it doesn’t make it showing off. I wish he’d play for people more often.”
“He has literally never mentioned this to me.” He felt utterly stunned and completely cheated. He tried to picture it and couldn’t. “How long’s he been playing?”
“Picked it up after the war. It was kind of funny, actually --” Weasley started saying, but Harry came back into the room -- still pulling his shirt on -- and he broke off, giving Draco a significant look that told him to bring it up.
“Harry,” said Draco imperiously, to which he received two raised eyebrows as Harry fell into his favourite armchair and pushed a hand through his still-damp curls. Draco matched his expression and glanced at the guitar. Harry followed his gaze, looking genuinely confused.
“What, what is it?”
“When were you going to tell me you play?”
“What, guitar?”
“Yes, guitar.”
He shrugged and grabbed for one of the beers on the table, wandlessly magicking the cap off. “I dunno. When it came up, I guess.”
“The way your friends tell it you’re quite good.”
Harry gave Weasley and then Granger a sour look; both of them gave it right back to him, which was, admittedly, amusing.
“I can play all right,” he said vaguely, and took a swig of his drink. It did make some sort of sense, now Draco thought about it -- the tips of Harry’s fingers were far, far too calloused to have been just from casual Quidditch and Auror training.
“You know, Harry, it actually comes off as more pretentious when you act like this,” said Granger. Weasley snorted. Harry glared at her. “Just play for him, won’t you? And us too -- it’s been ages.”
“Yeah, what’s that Muggle song you play sometimes that I like?” said Weasley.
“I dunno, I’ve played a lot of Muggle songs.”
“He means Wonderwall, Harry,” said Granger, grinning. Harry finally smiled too, and although their little Muggle joke was lost on Weasley and himself he was glad to see that it had apparently been the prodding Harry needed to give in. He set his beer back down and went to get the guitar; something about the way he threw the thin and fraying strap over his head, the way his hands went effortlessly to their places, was unexpectedly attractive. The left one curled easily around the neck of the instrument, heavily-roughened fingers finding their odd positions on the strings, something Draco had always thought looked very painful.
He plucked a few chords and then began fiddling with the knobs at the head of the guitar, tuning it in what was clearly the Muggle fashion, which against his will left Draco completely fascinated. Having no musical inclination himself, he could make nothing of the process except that Harry apparently heard the discordant notes in there well enough to be able to fix them, and finally when he brought his thumb down across all six strings it sounded as sweet and clear as if it had been done by magic.
“Course he likes Wonderwall,” Harry said to Granger even as he began playing, fingers shifting and moving and contorting to create the notes while he strummed softly, effortlessly, and the music crawled over Draco’s skin and inside of him. “I remember Dudley listening to it, like, what … summer before sixth year? On the radio constantly.”
“Sounds about right,” said Granger.
Draco had stopped paying attention to what they were saying, though. Either because the music itself had something haunting about its melody or because it was Harry playing it, or perhaps a combination of both, Draco felt a pit of emotion form in his chest to round off the edges of his growing arousal.
And then he started singing, and Draco swallowed very hard. Granger dropped a head onto Weasley’s shoulder and watched with a tender expression, Weasley similarly enamored. Harry had his eyes on his hands for the most part, closing them a few times throughout, looking as comfortable now as he did on a broomstick.
Only three months of official dating had not prepared Draco for the flood of emotions he now felt, yet the most pressing matter had become the semi trapped uncomfortably in his trousers. He wanted those talented fingers in his mouth, to feel the callouses on his tongue and taste Harry on them; he wanted to feel them on the sensitive skin of his inner thighs and hip bones, to have them buried so deeply in his arse that he forgot where he ended and Harry began.
Of course, he had to keep this to himself for the next hour, until he was able to get Granger and Weasley out of the flat. And once he did, he didn’t bother dragging Harry to his bedroom -- Draco pushed him up against the front door that had just closed behind his friends and hauled him into a kiss that he felt Harry grinning into.
“I thought you seemed tetchy,” he muttered, hands dropping to Draco’s hips. “Oasis really does it for you, huh?”
“What the hell is oasis?”
“The band who does the song.”
“Yeah, I don’t think it’s the band who does it for me.” He kissed Harry again, maybe a little too hungrily, and dug a fist into his side when he started laughing. “Shut up, why the hell didn’t you ever tell me you played?”
Harry pulled his head back, looking at Draco with an arched brow and an infuriating smirk.
“What do you mean, ever? We’ve only been together three months, it didn’t come up.”
“God,” Draco muttered, and now he reached down and pressed his palm against Harry’s cock, pleased to feel how hard he was in spite of his ruthless teasing. “You’re so annoying.”
“Well if I’d known how randy it would make you I might’ve played for you a long time ago.”
Having had quite enough of Harry’s particularly sarcastic brand of wit, he ignored this last and reached for one of his hands, removing it from his own hip and bringing it to his lips. It was extremely satisfying to watch the smirk disappear from Harry’s face when he sucked one of his fingers into his mouth.
“Bit fetish-y, isn’t this?” Harry said breathily, eyes wide as he watched, looking half amused and half awed. In retaliation, Draco took another finger into his mouth and slid his tongue between them, tasting soap and salt, feeling the callouses on the tips of his fingers and letting that sensation grip his insides like an iron fist. “Jesus Christ,” Harry groaned; his free hand went to Draco’s jaw, holding him steady, and with a truly outstanding audacity began fucking Draco’s mouth with his fingers.
They dipped bluntly past his uvula, scraping the back of his throat so he gagged around their intrusion. Saliva built with an excessive speed that had it drooling out of the corners of his lips and coating Harry’s knuckles. Draco closed his eyes and let it happen, opening his throat against the relentless assault and curling his hands in Harry’s shirt just to steady himself.
They were gone too soon and Harry’s mouth replaced them, much gentler but still with a tangible sense of urgency about it.
When he broke away, he said against Draco’s lips, “Like my fingers, do you?”
Draco merely nodded, feeling their wetness against his cheek.
“Then turn around,” said Harry, “and I’ll fuck you with them.”
Draco let out a soft, embarrassing whimper and let Harry spin them around and press him against the door, cheek-first. He undid his flies himself and Harry tugged them down his legs and off his feet, allowing Draco to spread them slightly. Harry’s fingers were there immediately, sliding slick between his cheeks and over his hole. The memory of Harry’s hands on the guitar was still so fresh, his fingers changing chords effortlessly, sacrificing them to blisters and callouses and roughened skin for the music they created, and Draco closed his eyes against a fresh wave of arousal and another pang of emotion.
“You really are incredible,” said Draco, biting back a moan as two of those dexterous fingers slipped inside of him. Harry fucked him with them slowly, carefully, seeking out his prostate and angling for it each time once he’d found it. Draco turned his face to press his forehead against the door, eyes still closed, nails scraping wood. “And I like that song.”
“It’s a good one,” Harry agreed. His hot breath caressed the back of Draco’s neck, fingers pumping, his other hand back at Draco’s waist. “I have a million more I’d love to show you.”
Draco didn’t bother trying to find his voice again: instead he pushed back against Harry’s driving fingers, everything that wasn’t the relentless stabbing against his prostate driven from his mind. His neglected cock slapped against the door with every thrust, the red and irritated head dripping pre-come against the wood. Only half conscious of the decision to do so, he wrapped his hand around it and pulled and squeezed and zeroed in on the bursts of pleasure radiating outwards from inside his body until it all spilled over and he came in great pulses, gasping for breath while Harry kept at it.
The fingers slowed as he reached his peak and began coming down but they didn’t stop, nor was his prostate given much of a break. Harry reinforced his grip on Draco’s waist and kept pumping, a steadier rhythm that nevertheless rubbed and prodded at that little bundle, making his nerves tingle and fizzle and scream out their overstimulation.
“Harry,” he said weakly, knees buckling. “Please …”
It could have been comical the way Harry followed his movement as he slid down the door to the ground, except it wasn’t. It was infuriating, actually, and felt at once like more than he could possibly handle and exactly what he needed. His forehead and his hands went back to the wood, bracing himself as Harry, kneeling behind him, continued fucking his beautiful, merciless fingers and stimulating Draco’s overworked prostate.
He pushed a third one in alongside the other two and Draco was shocked to feel a hot tear leak out of the corner of his eye. Harry crooked them expertly, with all the confidence and surety of someone who had done this a million times, could do it in their sleep, as if it was not the guitar strings but Draco’s body he was strumming now, an instrument fine-tuned to his own particular cadence and rhythm, which he and no one else could play quite right.
Lips parted, hot breath echoing off the door and back into his face, Draco allowed himself to be taken apart with the same ferocious intensity he’d seen Harry use on the guitar. Each stroke brought him back to full hardness, each stab against his prostate made his nerves sing a tormented chorus, drowning out the pain of the wooden floor against his bare knees.
“Shit,” Draco choked out, “I’m gonna come again …”
“Well that’s the idea,” said Harry. His voice was full of that same witty and well-meaning sarcasm Draco liked so much, even when it made him feel like punching him. Snatches of the song came back to him, Harry’s voice when he sang it, the expert shifting of his fingers where they pressed and plucked at the strings like he was making love to them. It was all so very much.
He came a second time without even bothering to touch his cock, because he just didn’t fucking need it. His body thrummed and vibrated like a snapped rubber band while Harry coaxed him along his high and back down again. When he finally pulled his fingers out he leant forward over Draco’s back and kissed the side of his neck, then the corner of his jaw.
“You know you make much lovelier sounds than the guitar, just so we’re clear,” he said, and Draco, with what strength he had left, shoved Harry and watched him fall sideways laughing.
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Okay so I know requests are closed so feel free to delete but I have to get this off my chest
I just read your svt sandwich headcanon again and gyuhao just 🧍🏻 the whole ✨soft artistic boys✨ thing and also the fucking size kink and “ganging up” (wtf) took me out and now I have a gyuhao brainrot 😵💫 and I was just wondering if you’d mind ever elaborating on your thoughts about them? Absolutely no pressure though!! 💕 As I said, I know requests are technically closed so 👉🏻👈🏻
oh my GODDDDD okay yes my requests are closed but i am ALWAYS DOWN FOR ASKS ABOUT MY THOUGHTS bc i don't know if you've noticed by. everything i've ever written LMFAO but i get carried away really easily and i am famously long winded so answering asks provides a good excuse to CUT THAT SHIT OUT and still be posting!!!! my asks are always open!
now that that's out of the way, GRRRAHHHHHHHH GYUHAOOOODFJKSDKFJJSDKLF they are sooOOOOOOO oh my god okay like actually i imagine they would want someone kinda similar in vibe to their existing relationship with each other so someone a little gentler, a little more artistic and whimsical and thoughtful. like hao would be so happy to have someone who actually gets up early enough to join him for his tea ceremonies in the morning (we both know mingyu is sleeping in). OMG guided meditations 😭 u n mingyu trying really hard to not make each other laugh with almost silent sniffles and vague coughing while minghao is literally in another universe KJHFKDJSHFJKS
and okay. listen. i know not everyone is of average height like i (174cm) but let's all be honest. you don't even have to be smaller than them for them to gang up on you LMAO you could literally be taller than them both and if you showed even a whisper of weakness your back is against the wall and they are all up in your shit AND YOU KNOW IM NOT LYING!!!!! YOU KNOW IT!!!!!!!!!
oops we got raunchy here's a break
god sorry but like can you even imagine. minghao is this slender lean strong boy (dancing the way he does requires so much leg and core strength i am actually so scared of him) and mingyu is built like a fucking brickhouse and the way the two of them would LITERALLY sandwich you is 🥵🥵🥵 mingyu behind u. holding ur thighs apart. his big ol wolfy teeth digging into your neck and shoulder. like surely he would eventually drop a thigh to tug at your nipples and feel all up your body, admiring every detail in your skin and squeezing all your curves. and HAO fuck hao would just. his super sexy hands GODDD he would have his fingers like BURIED in you or wrapped around your member like DEALERS CHOICE LADS!!! THEY BOTH BI IT COULD BE EITHER!!!!! but he's working you into a fucking tizzy and he's all up in your face asking if you like being handled like this, mingyu's grip on your thigh tightening and your other leg like DESPERATELY trying to gain leverage by hiking up on hao's hip but he just. grabs it with his free hand and pushes it aside and your mouth drops open and and he laps into you in a way that leaves you breathless.
mingyu gets all whiney. he's like "why do they get all the attention :(" and hao's fingers are still steadily getting you closer when he tugs gyu over your shoulder and catches him in a liplock too. you can feel mingyu's grip on you falter. you feel the way his hard on flinches against your back, and he starts grinding into you in hopes for something to fix the PROBLEM in his pants. god and the way that's just the beginning. like you haven't even made it to bed yet and you're already not sure your legs can support yourself if they tried. GAHHHH
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HOLY FUCKING SHIT ADELE IM LIKE CRYING. Like oh my god I looked forward for so long to this reunion and you went above my expectations and then PH MY GPS LIKE I CANNOT GET OVER THIS CRUSHING WEIGHT I FEEL. The two star crossed lovers meeting again but their reunion is nothing like the myths or the legends. Just oh my god okay I don’t even know where to begin I was literally yelling the entire time I was reading this new chapter! (1/4)
The parable of the cave. CHOSO god I love him so much 🥰🥰 but okay the whole dream Sequence- geto being the moon and sukuna being the sun- god your mind!!!! At first I know for a fact 💯 that toji is suppose to be the 4th son coming to bring it all down. Or at least I thought so until we get to part 8. And god the way you write angst literally leaves me with a pit in my chest and the urge to yell at both of these characters. (2/4)
God this chapter left me spiraling. I love the way you portray the readers / tojis relationship. It feels as if it was doomed for the start- with toji thinking too big for the dreams he had had reader not thinking big enough. In a way there’s a balance but right now toji is not himself and cannot be the balance that the reader needs. Again you blew me away I can’t believe the odyssey is almost over 😔 Like this chapter left me speechless I feel as though my brain is scrambling to make sense of all the things toji has been though, the unresolved anguish the reader feels about him and the impending doom that is this new captain! I’m most definitely gonna do a little rereading to look over what I missed cause I could not put my phone down. -🥸
[SOBBING AND CRYING] THANK U 😭 i am not exaggerating when i say i am always looking forward to ur hot takes whenever i update and u never disappoint 😭 i was looking forward to writing this reunion from the moment mahito was like Hey in part 2 and GODDDDD i wish i cld keep writing it there was so much stuff i wanted to add that didn’t make it in (read: toji and mc go ‘hunting for boars’ one night, mc and toji staring longingly at each other as they walk on the beach, mc and toji at the old woman’s stall, etc. etc. etc) but i am obsessed with the vibes of their tragic past and their sort of doomed romance and whatever so what can u do (unsolicited odyssey music: the song i played 500 times (no joke) to manifest the flashbacks)
(also CHOSO....i mf love interlude 3 but let me tell u it took me like 10 years to write it because i wrote it, hated it, went on hiatus, and then rewrote completely differently later KSGJSG....but the line in part 8 when u go onto the ship that was like ‘even sound doesn’t echo off the walls’ or whatever was a line from my shitty version of interlude 3 RIP)
as for ur delightful guesswork i cannot confirm or deny anything in the spirit of leaving u all on ur toes but i really like the big brain activity going on here !!!!! we will eventually find out the answers to most of those things tho so sit tight 😌 (i decided not to publish that ask because some of it is pretty darn close so don’t tell SKGJSGS but also i feel that some of it is quite obvious RIP)
and god i know....i am genuinely distraught that there r only 2 big parts left...granted they will both be long as fuck but STILL i have no idea what I'm going to do with myself when it’s all done 😭 this and this r the themes for part 9 tho and let me tell u it will genuinely crush my soul to have to write down what is going to be written every day i ask my brain why we r about to do what i have planned <//3
but anyway thank u for letting me ramble and THANK U SO MUCH FOR ALL UR INPUT AND BIG BRAIN THEORIES 😭 i've been rereading these all weekend it makes my heart SO HAPPY I HOPE U HAVE THE BEST DAY EVER
#[sobs and cries and throws up]#I LOVE UUUUUU#THESE R SO NICE IM CRYING IN THE CLUB#THANK U SO MUCH#IT'S THE SHIT LIKE THIS THAT KEEPS ME UPDATING THIS BEHEMOTH#<3#CRYING THANK U#letters to adele#the odyssey!#LRE anon#still on desktop so there is No Emoji [sobs]
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“Wow Missy...I saw your new insta post. Did you just take it? So hot.”
Josie McFarland could not believe how amazing her friend looked tonight, sitting at the bar next to her. A casual evening out for drinks with some girls from work and Melissa might as well have been a goddess. Effortlessly glam with hair done up, makeup casually flawless, and filling this evening’s little black dress to bursting, she had already drawn the eyes of most guys in the place. Always a self-assured girl with regards to her looks, Melissa’s confidence had recently blossomed, and Josie had to admit it was a thing to behold...
“ooooo thank youuuuu,” Melissa cooed, smiling beatifically at her friend of several years, “I had to post it <giggle!>. I felt cute.”
“It has like a thousand likes already, after just an hour,” Josie said, feeling a strange thrill shiver through her. Expecting the other girls soon, Josie genuinely liked having Melissa to herself for a little bit. She always felt the two of them had a special connection. “I’m still, like, surprised you made your account public. Remember? Last time you did this?”
“MmmHmm…” Melissa purred, mischievous eyes glittering over her cocktail glass as she sipped at her straw. She didn’t want to ruin her lipstick, in case she wanted to send him pictures, later.
“Didn’t things start...y’know?” Josie continued, obviously hinting at an unspoken secret, voice dropping closer to a covert whisper, “Happening? Why you had to shut it down?”
“Haha yeah…” Melissa replied, putting her glass onto the cardboard coaster. She’d ordered a Bahama Mama, her new favorite.
”Aren't you worried? Won’t it...happen again?” Josie asked, tucking a wave of her long, dark brown hair behind one ear. Younger than Melissa by four years at 22, and always considered “the baby” of the group, Josie nonetheless felt concern for her friend. Concern, but also a newly-budded sense of excitement. “Y’know, if you start getting too...popular?”
“Yeah maybe....” Melissa answered, thoughtfully stirring her drink with her straw, “but I’m not worried.” She paused, again in thought. “I’m not going to shut it down this time.”
Josie felt another flash of thrill run through her. ”Omigod...for real?” Her own drink, a pink something-or-other, sat forgotten on the bar, ice just beginning to melt. She loved talking to Melissa about this, she’d found.
“Yeah I decided...at least for now,” Melissa continued, “I’m gonna...flex a little, and see what happens...” She smiled, unconsciously straightening in her seat and again drawing some furtive stares, this time from down the bar. “...maybe fill out a bit more.”
“Oh, shit, Missy…if you get more and more clout...” Josie gaped, unable herself to keep from marveling at her friend’s prodigious chest, much of which was on display above her plunging neckline, “haven’t you already been, like-?” She didn’t quite know the words to use, voice trailing off. She was picturing it - with her figure, what Melissa could do. Every new follower is like another little bit more Melissssy. A hundred. A thousand. A hundred thousand. “You’re already getting so tall…”
“I know, right? <giggle!>”
Josie couldn’t keep the awe from her voice, and spoke softly. “I hope you get ten million followers.”
“Omigod imagine?” Meliss laughed, heartily, hand covering a snort, “haha I’d be…”
Josie waited for her friend to finish, waiting on bated breath to hear it.
“...huge.”
“Yeah…” Josie smiled, wistfully. Looking at her friend, she laughed at herself. Josie knew she was attractive - pretty, even. Nicely curvy. When she dressed up a bit, like tonight, guys looked at her, she got attention. Being around Melissa, though, had a way of making other women, women like Josie, feel like little girls; it was just a natural thing. But she reminded herself, sitting right here at the bar, how only an hour ago she was admiring her own newly-blossoming figure in the mirror. What would The Melissssy Effect do to them all this time? Now that things were...like this, in the office, out in the world? It made her weirdly giddy, imagining the possibilities.
“But, that’s not the kind of success I want, just more of...whatever,” Melissa began anew, after another sip of her drink, “Likes. Followers. Clout. Success because of...all this.” At that, she straightened her posture once again, hands running slowly down the sides of her long, curvy torso. “I want more than success because of the bod, the boobs, the hair. What I want, what I really want…” she explained, but trailing off, wistfully looking down into her drink for the right words.
“I know what you want,” Josie said, her own eyes flashing now, “You want to be the boss.”
“YES haha!” Melissa beamed, catching herself laughing too loudly and biting her lower lip as she felt more eyes from the bar drawn her way. She reached out, resting her hand, for a moment, on her friend’s arm. She took a breath, a long slow one. ”No, for real,” she eventually continued, after settling herself, going back to idly stirring her drink, “I want to be the best Office Manager I can be. I want to be able to take care of everything, be in total control.” Melissa bit her lower lip, picturing it. “I want to be soooo successful, make the office, all of us, grow and grow and grow into new, powerful women. Make us all successful. And have him…”
Melissa lost herself in thought again.
On the edge of her seat, Josie urged her friend on. ”And have him..?” she prompted, hearing the eagerness in her own voice.
”...accept it, I guess,” Melissa answered, finally. “Accept it all, and be happy.”
“Happy that...you’re in charge?”
“mmhm…” Melissa agreed, “I want him to be happy and accept that he’s surrounded by us, by girls, by smart, successful females who can take care of things.” Aside the bar, Melissa re-crossed her long, shapely, well-muscled legs, idly aware of how many eyes just a simple movement like that can draw. “I want to show him that women can do everything, and do it better than he ever could,” she continued, “I want us all to be in charge, and him to…”
Josie, aware that she was weirdly, physically excited, struggled to bridle the emotions making her words quiver. “You want him to..submit,” she said, finishing her friend’s thought.
Melissa’s eyes glittered, in realization, hearing that word. “Well, yes, I guess…” Melissa agreed, smiling more broadly, as if aware of it for the first time. She played with the word, the thought, over again, in her head - you want him to submit.
She looked at her friend. “Can I tell you something?” Melissa asked, “I...I’ve always felt like I can talk to you. Like, differently than I can with Amelia or Randi or everyone else. You get part of me that the others don’t quite yet. You understand, I think, how I’m beginning to feel about him.”
“That you want to…that you want us all to...” Josie began, unable to believe that she was about to actually say the word, “...dominate him?”
“Yessss…” Melissa said, voice dropping, “But, Josie, omigod. It’s not just that. I want him to...to need us. Need me.” With the thought, Melissa felt herself shudder. “Like, to need me so bad he can’t imagine doing it without me.”
“D-doing what?” Josie asked, unsure of what kind of territory she and Melissa were exploring here, “Working? Running the office?” To Josie, the rest of the bar had disappeared; it was just she and Melissa.
“No, I mean like, anything,” Melissa answered, with striking confidence, “I dunno but I want him to feel like he can’t live without me. Can’t operate. Can’t function. Can’t walk or eat or breathe without me.”
Oh goddddd, Josiie trembled, drawing a sharp, deep breath as a bizarre, vivid image, as if from nowhere, flashed through her head. Something small, something pink and naked and helpless. Something curled up into itself, fetal.
“Omigod Missy that’s so hot.”
She was imagining an embryo.
Now it was Melissa’s turn to take a breath, inhale, shudder. “I know, right?” she said, looking into her friend’s eyes, knowing they were thinking the same thing, “And...and I think I can do it, get him there, be that for him. And I want you girls all to help…”
“Jesus Miss, yessss….please…”
“I don’t know what it is but I just want to…”
“What? What Missy?”
“I want to be like his...his…” Melissa began, but was then immediately stopped.
“Oh, there’s everybody!” she called out, suddenly sitting up straight, looking over Josie’s shoulder, “Hi girls!!”
In a moment, the two were circled by a coven of young women, co-workers and conspirators, all of them now smiling and laughing.
Josie’s heart was still racing.
“Okay girls,” Melissa finally said, giving her friend a covert little wink, “let’s plan…”
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Inspired by @aewriting's fic because oh my goddddd
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Michael knew a lot of things. He was smart and aware and was sufficiently sure that his species better than the entirety of the human race so there was no point in giving a shit.
Yet, for the life of him, he couldn't stop grinning as he looked at the assigned rooming system for their class trip.
Michael," Max hissed as he leaned over, his own copy of the syllabus and rooming system in his hand, "We need to request to room together instead."
"What, why?" Michael said, struggling to tear his eyes off the 4D - Michael Guerin, Alex Manes written on his paper. The idea of watching him get ready in the morning and seeing how long it took him to put on his makeup had Michael squirming for some reason.
"Because," Max said, eyes wide like he should've pieces it together, "What if something happens?"
Michael frowned. "Are you still having issues?"
"Yes!" Max insisted, "So we need to both request room changes."
"Well, what the hell am I supposed to say for why I want a room change?" Michael scoffed. He didn't say that he really, really didn't want a room change. Alex was easily the most interesting human being he'd ever seen. If Michael was going to have a human friend, he'd be it. This felt like a good excuse to get to know him.
Max scanned the page to see who Michael was rooming with.
"Easy, it's Alex. Say you're not comfortable rooming with someone who's, you know," Max said, shrugging to fill in the blank. Michael's eyebrows raised.
"Oh, fuck off, I'm not pretending to be a homophobe so you can get off in the shower to the idea of Liz Ortecho's shampoo without worrying someone might see a power outage," Michael told him, shaking his head, "You can go a weekend controlling yourself. And, if not, Iz can work her magic."
"You're a terrible brother."
"Love you too."
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By the time they were loading onto the bus, Michael's excitement had bled into nerves.
Sure, he was better than humans, but humans were also notorious for thinking they were hot shit. Would Alex be a shitty roommate? It was only a couple days, but that was still hours where they'd be alone in the same room together. Would they bond? Would he piss Alex off? Would they get in a fight?
They'd both been in a lot of fights.
While everyone else packed towards the back of the bus, Alex sat up from behind the teachers. He'd already put his headphones on from what Michael sound see, ignoring every glare Mr. Rowe gave him for it as he tried to give them a big, preparatory speech. Subsequently, Michael didn't hear much of it either.
Most of the ride was like that, actually. It was a long 3 hours, but his eyes kept drifting to the only boy who sat alone with his eyes closed. He was bold and didn't give a shit which Michael was envious of. As much as he tried, he always cared a little bit, at the very least what Isobel and Max thought of him. But Alex didn't. And, to make matters more distracting, the sun seemed to hit his face in just the perfect way that it seemed he was torn out of a goddamn magazine. Another thing to be envious of.
"Will you stop staring at him?" Isobel scolded from beside him, "People are already going to be asking you if you're sleeping with him after you're alone with him every night, are you really trying to make the rumors worse?"
"Would it mean I get to punch someone in the face?" Michael asked. Max scoffed from where he was leaning over the seat behind them to join the conversation.
"If you do that, you're going to be in a lot of trouble."
"I'm already always in a lot of trouble, might as well have a good reason," Michael suggested, shrugging his shoulders. He smiled as his siblings shook their heads.
He let his eyes drift back to the godlike, Michelangelo-sculpture-esque man that was Alex Manes.
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Mr. Rowe passed out each the key cards to everyone, giving a speech about being responsible. No parties, no drinking, no leaving past curfew, no this, no that.
Michael’s eyes followed the way Alex’s slender fingers grabbed the key card before slipping it into the back pocket of his tight jeans. He didn’t smile, he didn’t speak, and he simply embodied the vibes of every dull bad boy that popped up in shitty YA books. Except he wasn’t dull. That’s what made him interesting.
Alex must’ve felt him staring though because he looked over and Michael looked away so fast he almost hurt himself.
“You’re going to piss him off if you keep staring at him,” Isobel scolded, pinching his arm. He glared at her, rubbing the skin she’d attacked. “The last thing we need is you getting in a fight.”
“I’m not going to fight Alex,” he insisted, sneaking another look over at the boy he’d be spending the entire weekend with, “I promise.”
“Well, make sure you keep your phone on you so you can text me if things get weird,” Isobel said. Michael rolled his eyes.
“Okay, Mom.”
“Everyone has their keys? Okay, then we should be set for the night. Go find your rooms, get settled, and we’ll head down for dinner at 6:30, alright? Then back to your rooms for the night. Make sure you’re taking showers, we’re going to the Grand Canyon tomorrow and the last thing I need is anyone smelling like they haven’t bathed and they’re baking under direct sun,” Mr. Rowe preached, inciting a few whispered laughs and accusations about who he was talking about. Michael knew it probably wasn’t directly at him, but he shifted uncomfortably anyway. “Again, have your alarms set. I’ll knock on doors in the morning, but we’re all meeting down here at 7 in the morning and if I have to go hunt you down, we’ll have problems. Understood?”
“Yes, Sir.”
Eventually, they all started making their way towards their rooms. Isobel, Max, and Michael all opted for the stairs along with a few other students while the rest waited for the elevator. They made it to Michael’s room first and both Isobel and Max gave him wary looks.
“Jesus, you both seem to forget I have more control than you,” he said. They shared a look.
“Yeah, but only in one way. I just don’t want you to get in trouble,” Max said. Michael rolled his eyes.
“Stop parenting me.”
“Okay, fine,” Isobel said, holding up her hands in defense and subsequently becoming more parental. Michael rolled his eyes and turned to the door.
“I’ll see you at dinner,” he said, pushing into the room and closing it behind him.
He didn’t mean to slam it as loud as he did and he definitely didn’t mean to startle the boy who was already in the room. Alex had seemed to jump out of his skin and looked at Michael like he’d lost it. Michael gave an apologetic smile and tried not to think about the fact that this was the first time they’d ever been alone. Hell, this would be the first real conversation they’d had.
Actually, he couldn’t remember a time Alex Manes had ever spoke outside of throwing insults at jocks or when they were forced to debate designer babies in 10th grade. Alex had been the only one who was anti that didn’t play the God card. He’d gone on a long spiel about how it wasn’t a guarantee, about how parents paid all that money to have a child exactly how they wanted, but what happened if it didn’t work that way? Nature vs. nuture, he’d said. A baby could look the part, but if it didn’t act the part, they had parents accusing them of losing hundreds of thousands of dollars. That was the moment Michael knew he was more than a YA bad boy.
For a moment, he wondered if Alex thought he was the YA bad boy. They both fit different sides of the same profile. Alex was punk and hardened, Michael was thrown through the system and had a stint in juvie the summer before, and both of them had been in more fights than necessary. Oh, God, what if Alex thought he was bland?
“I felt each bed, I took the one that makes less noise,” Alex said simply, voice deeper than Michael remembered. Was it hot in here?
“Why? Don’t wanna wake me when you sneak out?” Michael asked, trying to act normal. He wasn’t well versed in making friends, but he knew staring at them like a deer in headlights was not the way to go about it.
“More like don’t wanna wake you when I stay up all night,” Alex responded, not offering a smile as he focused back on the bed. He had a duffel bag and he pulled out a long wire, kneeling on the bed and reaching over to plug it in the wall. His shirt slid up as he did so, revealing a small patch of tanned skin on his back that Michael found inexplicably interesting.
“Well, good news, I don’t really sleep either.”
“Seems like that’s why we got roomed together,” Alex said, dropping onto the bed after he plugged it into the wall and then plugged the other end into his phone, “Same answers on the questionnaire.”
“Seems like it,” Michael agreed. Alex paused for a moment, looking over at him with dark, curious eyes.
“And you don’t have a problem with this?”
“Are you gonna kill me in my sleep?”
“You just said you don’t sleep,” Alex said. Michael raised his eyebrow at the lack of an answer. It earned a small smile from Alex that made Michael’s heart skip a beat. “No, I’m not gonna kill you.”
“Then we’re all good.”
“And the rumors don’t bother you?” Alex prodded. Michael dropped his bag beside the other bed and laid down, grinning mindlessly as it groaned under his wait.
“The rumors about me don’t bother you?” Michael shot back. Alex eyed him for a moment. Michael fully expected him to elaborate on the rumors about himself to get his question across. It wasn’t uncommon for people to think Michael just didn’t get it. It didn’t matter how smart he was: you look homeless, people treat you like you’re helpless. But Alex didn’t fill in any blanks.
“As long as you don’t kill me in my sleep,” Alex said with a shrug, falling against the pillows and putting his attention onto his phone. Michael watched him for a few extra seconds before he shook his head, pulling out a book to pass the time.
He was definitely going to get a friend out of this. Who knew?
-
Michael was dead weight on the bed.
They’d had a full buffet for the students and Michael had eaten more than he’d eaten in a long time. As good as it was, he also felt like he was about to succumb to a food coma. So much for staying up all night.
He ended up waking up bright and early anyway, though. The birds started chirping before the sun rose and he rolled over in irritation. Alex was laying on the bed, curled up and asleep with his phone screen still on and shining towards the ceiling. Michael laid there for awhile, fading in and out of sleep until Alex’s alarm went off at 6.
Alex woke up with a pout and a sigh, stretching his limbs out and arching his back. Michael watched him mindlessly, watching his legs shake at the tense muscles before he slowly dragged himself up and Michael pretended to be asleep. The first step to making friends was decidedly not watching them while they slept.
Michael stayed in bed as Alex quietly grabbed his makeup bag and disappeared into the bathroom. Was it weird that Michael was a little sad he closed the door? Yes. Yes it was weird. What the fuck.
Around the time one of the teachers knocked on the door to tell them they should be awake, Alex reappeared all dolled up. His makeup was in full force, his hair done in a skillful way, and sporting black jeans and a black t-shirt. His cheeks seemed extra sparkly, though, and Michael nodded in approval.
“Nice face,” he said simply, grabbing a pair of jeans. Alex blew air from his nose in response.
“Okay.”
“Mhm.”
They both went down for breakfast and to gather to load the buses and head to the Grand Canyon. Alex, despite his friends, sat at the front of the bus by himself again. Liz and Maria sat towards the back and behind Kyle, leaving him alone. Michael felt bad.
“While you aren’t required to be on a strict buddy system with your roommate, I definitely suggest staying close by them because you will be needing to do check-ins together. We’re not trying to have anyone run off, alright? Understand?” Mr. Rowe announced.
“Yes, sir,” they all agreed and it seemed good enough for him, signalling for the bus driver to go ahead.
“So, did you cause a power outage in front of your roommate?” Michael asked Max.
“How would he have done that?” Isobel asked. Michael offered and filthy grin and moved his hand in an obscene gesture, his tongue poking in his cheek. She looked slightly horrified at the mental image and slapped his arm, instantly making him laugh. Max just sunk into the seat behind them with an embarrassed groan.
“Guess not,” Michael snorted.
“Well, what about you and Alex Manes? How’d that go? No fights? No gay awakening?” Isobel prodded. Michael rolled his eyes, his mood tampering at just how dull the night had been.
“Sorry to disappoint. I took a shower as soon as we got back from dinner and he took one after and I was asleep by the time he got out, so nothing special,” Michael said with a shrug. He was admittedly disappointed. What was the point of putting two troublemakers in the same room if they didn’t raise a little hell? Instead, he ate too much and fell asleep like an old man.
“Okay, well, do something because it’s only been one night and I’m already over Carly’s long discussion over Kyle Vlaneti’s cheekbones. Like, I get it, he’s hot, but there are much more important things to talk about,” she scoffed. Michael huffed a laugh.
“Sorry, I’ll do my best to do something more interesting.”
He wasn’t quite sure what that interesting thing would be, but he could definitely try.
-
That interesting thing happened when he and Alex were walking back after their routine check-in.
“This is so fucking lame,” Michael said, gesturing the canyon that failed to impress him no matter how many signs he read, “It’s a big hole in the ground.”
“I don’t know, I think it’s kind of nice,” Alex responded. Michael raised an eyebrow at him and they both came to a stop.
“Nice?” Michael repeated, “What’s nice about it?”
“Look, come see,” Alex ushered, grabbing his arm freely and pulling him to an area that was pretty empty. They were far away from the rest of the group by the time Alex let go of him and he honestly got a little worried as Alex stepped so close to the edge that his toes were hanging off.
“Dude, what the fuck are you doing?”
“Don’t you feel small?” he asked. Michael watched as he closed his eyes and tilted his head back. The sun seemed to find him and he was glowing. “Like nothing matters. Years of horrible things that built this country never stopped the natural flow of things enough to take this. No matter who we are, what we do, there’s always something… else.”
Michael licked his lips. Like what, he thought, aliens?
Alex breathed in deep.
“I could do anything. I could jump or I could kill someone or I could commit every atrocity, and the world would keep turning,” Alex whispered, “And some people do that. Because it doesn’t matter so they don’t care. But if we’re all horrible, every last one, who will notice the small things? Like… this. Us. I am nothing, but doesn’t that make us everything?”
“You lost me.”
Alex laughed softly and opened his eyes, turning towards Michael. Then he gestured for him to come closer. And, like all idiots with superiority complexes, Michael obeyed and let his toes hang off the edge without a thought.
“The only kind thing left is Mother Nature.”
“Mother Nature kills,” Michael pointed out. Alex rolled his eyes.
“Don’t be cynical, think about it. There’s nothing selfish in nature, not really. You take what you need.”
“Some species would disagree.”
“Just humans,” Alex sighed, “Fuck humans.”
Michael huffed a laugh and couldn’t help but admire him and agree. For a guy who wore all black and had punched a few jocks hard enough to raise talk of expulsion, he was apparently a lot more positive and logical than everyone else.
“Fuck humans,” Michael agreed, turning his face towards the canyon. He thought it looked a little better now. “Fuck humans!”
“Yes,” Alex laughed cupping his hands around his mouth to amiplify his voice, “Fuck humans!”
“Fuck humans!”
“Alright, boys,” Mr. Rowe sighed from somewhere behind them. Alex jumped at the sudden new voice and, on instinct, Michael grabbed his shirt and pulled him away from the edge just as he lost his footing.
They ended up a few steps away from the edge, Michael still holding onto him while he caught his breath from the short moment of fear. But through it all, Alex was smiling at him. Not just the normal, irritated smile, but a big one that rivaled the sun that shined just for him. And that smile was targeted at Michael specifically. Wasn’t that breathtaking?
“Alex, are you alright?” Mr. Rowe said, voice actually concerned as he jogged closer, “I didn’t mean to scare you.”
“Um, yeah,” Alex said, slowly taking a step out of Michael’s hold and that cold demeanor started to slip back up as he remembered they weren’t alone, “I’m good. Just made me jump.”
Mr. Rowe looked between them and nodded. “Right. Just be careful, we don’t need you falling off the side no matter how angsty you feel.”
Michael laughed, “Sure thing, we’ll be careful.”
“Yeah,” Mr. Rowe said, looking between them a couple more times, “And you two are good with sharing a room together?”
“Doesn’t bother me,” Michael said, looking over to Alex. His smile was fully gone now, the hardened face back in place, and he shrugged.
“Haven’t killed him yet.”
“Comforting, Mr. Manes, thank you,” Mr. Rowe sighed. He gave Michael a pat on the shoulder before turning and walking back to the group.
“Yet?” Michael asked once their teacher was out of ear shot. A secretive little smile slipped back onto his face.
“Never say never.”
-
“What are you doing?”
“Sitting with my class trip buddy.”
Michael grinned shameless as he got settled in the bus seat beside Alex in the far front. They were heading back to the hotel and Michael, still high on the moment he’d had with Alex on the cliff’s edge, wanted to be close to him again.
“Okay,” Alex agreed, eyeing him skeptically. Michael just gave that smile that he knew was charming. It was his specialty. Alex rolled his eyes and sat back into his seat, but the tiny smile tugging at his lips didn’t go unnoticed.
“So, whatcha listening to?” Michael prodded, leaning into his personal space to see what was on his phone. Alex elbowed him away gently, but he picked up the spare earbud to hand to Michael. He accepted it. “What is this?”
“Ska punk.”
“Huh?”
“Ska,” Alex said, grinning at Michael’s lack of understanding, “Like, No Doubt? Sublime?”
“You’re just trying to confuse me today, aren’t you?” he said. Alex rolled his eyes but turned up the music.
“It’s a mix between classic alt and ska which is basically, like, reggae influence,” Alex explained, “In my superior opinion, it’s the best genre.”
“Why?” Michael wondered. Alex raised an eyebrow and turned up the music a little more as if that would explain it.
“Because it’s a perfect mix between chill and ‘fuck the man’ music. Like, when I take over the world, I’m gonna do it with ska punk blaring all the time,” Alex explained. Michael sputtered a laugh, unable to find him uninteresting in the slightest.
“You plan to take over the world, huh?”
“So, here’s the plan, right,” Alex said, turning in his seat. He looked around as if someone might actually overhear and leaned a bit closer. Michael followed his lead, listening with pure interest. “I’m gonna write a musical, right, and it’s gonna take the world by storm. People are gonna love me and I’ll get the unbridled support by the world of theatre when I run for president at 30.”
“Oh, we’re jumping straight to president?”
“Hell yeah, I don’t waste time,” Alex said, waving a hand and looking deadly serious the entire time, “Anyway, I’ll be technically too young, but the overwhelming support will get me my win. Then, then, I’ll spend about two years in office learning all the government secrets and then I’m gonna whistleblow all of it before I go into hiding.”
Michael nodded, on board with every word.
“Liz and Maria are gonna stay in America to lead the true revolution while I go hide from American officials in Russia for a few years,” he explained.
“How are you gonna hide in Russia?”
“I figure I’ll seduce someone in power,” Alex said like it was easy. And, honestly, Michael believed him. “Anyway, then I’ll go to the Vatican‒wash, rinse, repeat, whistleblow that bitch. Then the Pope will probably try to have me assassinated on live TV, but it’s fine because I’ll survive.”
“Oh yeah?” Michael laughed. Alex eyed him, judging him until he feigned seriousness to match Alex’s. Still, he found it ungodly amusing that the guy who had just been saying how small and meaningless everyone was also had a plan to overthrow the government.
“Yeah, I’ll come back to America and I’ll be the face of the revolution. Enter ska punk to the masses. The chill vibes will give them no choice by to agree with my political ideology and feats,” Alex said, shrugging a shoulder and raising an eyebrow, “Easy.”
“Easy,” Michael agreed, not even caring that they were incredibly close at this point.
“Save the good people, destroy the bad. Eat the rich,” Alex said simply. Michael agreed without hesitation.
Sadly, before he could enjoy anymore of Alex’s existence, the bus came to a stop and Alex took his music back.
“See, I got you on board with just a little bit of No Doubt,” Alex said, sliding past Michael without a second thought and being the first one off the bus.
Michael knew for a fact that Alex was better than everyone.
-
The day was long and Michael could still feel a layer of sweat on his skin as he sat on the floor beside the hotel bed. Alex was taking a shower and he was recounting the day’s events. Screaming into a canyon with Alex, walking through a national park with Alex a few feet in front of him, deciding to sit beside Alex on the bus ride back and sharing his music, and rolling his eyes at all the questions Isobel was sending him to ask why he sat with Alex.
Michael: I’m making friends fuck off
Isobel: well are you abandoning me at dinner too???
Michael: no i’ll sit with you and max
Michael: maybe alex liz and maria can sit with us too
Isobel: two trios don’t make a happy family, Michael
Michael: fuuuuuck off
Isobel: 😘
Michael dropped his phone and tilted his head back, grinning to himself as he thought about how good it felt to scream with Alex. Maybe, if anyone was on par with his species, it was him. That would make sense, right? Alex seemed to get it.
The bathroom door opened and Alex Manes walked out in a cloud of steam and Michael’s brain stopped working. Things slowed down and Alex walked out in slow motion, shirtless with a pair of sweats low on his hips. He was pulling on a shirt as he did so and the glory of his bare chest was gone too soon, but it didn’t stop Michael from staring slack-jawed and stupid.
“What?” Alex asked, snapping him out of his haze. He was eyeing him like he was being really fucking weird. Which, he was being really fucking weird. But he couldn’t help it. Alex was... was...
“Sorry,” Michael said, scrambling out of bed so he could take his own shower. Alex nodded slowly, heading over to his side of the room. Michael couldn’t help but watch him as he put his dirty clothes in the duffel bag and then stretched. His skin was red-tinted from the hot water and Michael wanted to touch and see if he could feel the heat.
What the fuck was wrong with him?
It wasn’t until he was in his own shower, this one much colder than the one Alex apparently took, and seeking the scent of the other boy’s body wash that it dawned on him what might be wrong. He froze for a solid five minutes, staring blankly at the wall as he thought about things and Alex and the fact that he was seconds away from doing exactly what he’d mocked Max for.
Michael took a steadying breath and licked his lips. Out of morbid curiosity, he closed his eyes and took himself in his hand, picturing Alex Manes and the millisecond long glimpse of his bare chest and the way the sun hit his face and the way he smiled and the way he screamed and the way he lit up when he described his plans for world domination and the way his long fingers looked curled around his phone. He ended up biting down on his lip so hard that he drew blood, out of breath and more confused than ever.
Maybe that was a fluke or Alex was a weird exception. He was undeniably pretty and relatively feminine and clearly more interesting than the rest of the human race, so maybe that had something to do with it. Or maybe it was his own unconfirmed but also not denied sexuality that had Michael’s curiosity sparked. It was normal for teenagers to get a little confused, right? He’d always assumed his species was above that, but maybe he wasn’t. Maybe he was just confused. He knew he liked women, that was undeniable and he knew he wasn’t faking it.
But the more he thought that he was just a little confused by Alex in particular, the more he realized that maybe it wasn’t normal to let his eyes linger in the locker room. Maybe it wasn’t normal to work so hard at keeping his eyes straight in juvie. Maybe it wasn’t normal to not be grossed out when he found himself focusing on the guy in porn.
Or maybe it was normal. Maybe it was okay.
He left the shower feeling ungodly drained and overwhelmed by his own thoughts. He’d expected a lot of things from this trip, but jacking off to his class trip roommate wasn’t exactly on the syllabus. The biggest discovery this weekend was supposed to be the visual of the Grand Canyon.
He swallowed hard as he tried to remember how to act normal, but Alex looked over at him and raised an eyebrow. He couldn’t help but feel the urge to test his budding theory on his own sexuality. Would Alex welcome it if he tried? Would that fight everyone seemed to expect happen?
“Dude, what did you do to your face?” Alex scoffed, sitting up and taking a step too close. Every hair on Michael’s body stood up at his close proximity, stupid teenage hormones not knowing when enough was enough. “That’s gonna scab.”
“Sorry,” Michael said. Alex furrowed his eyebrows and then huffed a laugh.
“Why are you apologizing to me? It’s your mouth,” Alex said. But his eyes lingered on Michael’s cracked and swelling bottom lip and that seemed to confirm all of Michael’s brand new theories all on it’s own.
They stared for a moment, too close and too aware. Michael could see confusion sift through Alex’s eyes like he was trying to gauge if he was reading things correctly. Perhaps his own face betrayed that he absolutely was.
“We should probably go down for dinner,” Alex said softly, mechanically. Michael nodded in agreement.
“Yeah, let’s do that,” he said.
Twenty-four hours in and he was already questioning his entire self.
-
“Anything interesting yet?”
Michael snorted, eyes flicking over to Alex and the way he elongated his body in his chair. He was smiling fondly at Liz and Maria as they laughed about something over dinner. It was easy to see that he loved them and Michael’s stomach twisted with something he couldn’t quite pinpoint. He supposed it had to do with the only people who ever gave him any semblance of love were Isobel and Max. Maybe he was jealous Alex could give it so freely to his friends who weren’t his intergalactic buddies.
“Yeah, actually,” Max said, clearing his throat. Isobel and Michael both raised intrigued eyebrows, giving him their attention as they leaned forward. “I think I’m gonna ask out Liz.”
Isobel and Michael both groaned and fell back into their chairs. Max just laughed.
“I’m serious this time! I’m gonna do it!” Max insisted.
“C’mon, man, what’s the point? We’ve got a couple months left of the school year and then the summer and then she’s going off to get a fancy degree or seven,” Michael said. Isobel shoved his shoulder, but he didn’t waver. Max shook his head.
“Nah, you don’t get it. We,” he paused, sighing happily, “We had a moment.”
“A moment?” Isobel asked.
“Yeah, like… one of those moments that are totally worth risking it all for, you know what I mean?” Max clarified.
Unwillingly, Michael’s eyes drifted over to where Alex was already looking his way. He could feel the tips of his ears turning red as Alex didn’t look away like most people did when they got caught staring. Instead, Alex raised his hand to his face and ran his thumb over his bottom lip. Michael involuntarily copied and discovered he was bleeding again. Alex gave a cool smile and mouthed ‘fuck humans’ before turning back to Liz and Maria.
Chills covered his skin as he looked back to his own dinner companions.
“Yeah,” Michael agreed, “I know those moments.”
-
Night two alone with Alex Manes proved much more difficult than night one.
Tonight, Michael was aware of a deep seeded desire to touch him and listen to him speak. Tonight, he struggled to keep his eyes to himself as Alex traded his jeans for sweats in the middle of the room instead of going into the bathroom like the night before. Tonight, had to sit on his hands to keep from requesting permission to do something he shouldn’t‒like seeing if he was as good at getting another guy off as he was at getting himself off. It felt like the question for the ages. And to think he’d bothered questioning his alien origins when he could’ve been questioning what Alex’s mouth could do. How foolish of him to ignore that.
More importantly, how had he ever ignored Alex? He was smart and funny and gorgeous. How had he missed the attraction before? Maybe it had to do with Alex being smart and gorgeous. He was going to get out of here and do good shit. Michael still, even with that scholarship waiting for him, taunted him and reminded him he wasn’t going to do much.
“Are you okay? Did you get sun poisoned? You’ve been zoning out since we were on the bus,” Alex asked, “Got worse after your shower.”
Michael looked up at him from where he was seated on his bed and Alex was standing between the two. He was so fucking hot. Without thinking, Michael patted the bed beside him. Alex furrowed his eyebrows and didn’t move for a few seconds but slowly, slowly came to sit beside him.
“Jokes aside,” Michael started, mind still thinking of Max’s lack of hesitation when it came to Liz’s plans, “What do you actually want to do in the future?”
“Um,” Alex said, shifting slightly, “Getting the fuck out of Roswell is my only real goal. I hate it there.”
“Same,” Michael agreed.
“Yeah…” Alex said, “Guess that makes sense. We’re the two people with the most amount of fights in Roswell High history.”
Michael snorted, “You’re lucky. Your dad definitely used that fancy little title he’s got to keep you from being sent to juvie after you shattered Mason Glenn’s face.”
“Lucky,” Alex repeated, shaking his head, “I’m not lucky. Not with my dad.”
“Well, if it helps, I’m not lucky either,” Michael sighed, thinking about his shitty track record, “That fight I got into last year, almost deafened the guy in his left ear. Got me a couple months in juvie. Which, you know, maybe I am lucky. Most kids like me don’t get out that easy.”
“So the rumors are true then?” Alex asked. Michael huffed a laugh.
“Why are you so set on the rumors?” he wondered, turning to face him, “‘Cause it depends on which ones you’re talking about. I’m not sleeping with Iz if that’s the one you’re asking about.”
Despite his attempt at lightening the mood, Alex didn’t let him. His intense gaze wandered over Michael’s features and Michael clutched the sheets in his hand.
“The one where you live in your truck,” Alex stated bluntly.
“Okay, then is the one about you true?” Michael shot back, tilting his head, “Are you gay? Is that why you think about taking over the world? Is that why you like feeling small?”
Alex didn’t react in any type of physical way, but Michael wouldn’t have been surprised if Alex had started a fight then. Most of Alex’s fights started with someone calling him gay. Granted, it was usually yelling slurs at him to do so and not asking, but still.
“Is that why you wanna get out of Roswell?” Alex asked, ignoring his accusation, “Because here everyone turns a blind eye to a homeless teenager? Because it’s easier to say you live in a truck than to say you’re homeless?”
“Is that why you want to get out of Roswell? Because here everyone turns a blind eye to bullying? Because it’s easier to say you’re just other than to admit they’re in the wrong?”
Alex stared at him and Michael stared right back, both of them unwavering and serious. It was totally different from on the bus or on the cliff or standing close after a shower. This felt real. This felt… more. If those were moments, what was this? Because whatever it was, it was suffocating.
Then Alex was leaning forward.
Despite Michael’s prior thoughts and interest and despite how badly he wanted to, he jumped off the bed before Alex could do anything. It didn’t make that intense gaze feel any less all encompassing.
“I-I’m gonna go brush my teeth,” Michael said, heading to the bathroom and locking the door behind him. He stared at himself in the mirror, eyes wide and cheeks flushed. He was going to be kissed and he fled. That was definitely a first.
Then again, he’d never been faced with a boy trying to kiss him. Not just a boy, but a hot boy who seemed just as aware of the fucked up reality as he was. Which, again, made no goddamn sense. How the hell was Alex so aware and still able to smile and make jokes? For Michael, he knew there was more. He knew he was better. But Alex… Alex didn’t know that. He just thought humans were as good as it got. And he was still calling Michael out, still trying to force him to say something. He wasn’t turning a blind eye.
Michael gulped and stared at his reflection. He really would’ve liked to go back to the fun revelations.
By the time he exited the bathroom, the light was out and Alex was curled up in bed with his back towards Michael.
-
“Uh oh.”
“What?” Michael asked. Isobel was eyeing him with that knowing gaze as he sat beside her at breakfast. Alex had already been in the bathroom when Michael woke up and, when he came out, he made no mention of the night before. He’d given his good morning and then left the room. He didn’t seem angry. So why did Michael feel so guilty?
“I know that face,” she said, “What happened?”
“Nothing happened,” Michael sighed, “I just think I pissed Alex off.”
“Why? What’d you do?” she wondered. Michael sighed, looking to where Alex was notably not looking at him. He couldn’t tell her Alex went in to kiss him and he chickened out.
“Nothing, we just… talked, I guess, I don’t know,” Michael said, shrugging his shoulders. Isobel looked at him oddly.
“You’re 17, Michael, why are you acting like an old man?” she asked. He scoffed, ready to argue, but even he couldn’t deny that it was particularly weird that they had a conversation like that. But, then again, it just brought him back to the conclusion that there was something about him. He wasn’t like the rest of the human race and he wasn’t like the limited knowledge he had of his own species. He was… other. In a good way.
His eyes drifted back to Alex for a moment. Could he be a teenager with him? Was he worthy of sloppy kisses and self-discovery with him? Could they be kids and not have every conversation be laced with the underlying truths of their reality?
“You ever wanna take over the world and bring all the alien-destroys-New-York movies to life?” Michael asked her instead. Isobel sighed and rolled her eyes.
“Anyway,” Isobel said, leaning closer, “Apparently, Kyle Valenti stole a few bottles of alcohol from the kitchen. We’re gonna have a party tonight in his room after curfew since it’s the last night away from home. You should come, everyone else is.”
“Wasn’t one of the rules no parties?” Michael asked, “And no drinking?”
“Again, old man, when did you become against breaking rules?”
Michael licked his lips and looked over at Alex again. True. Since when did he have shit holding him back from doing what he wanted?
“Okay,” he said, “I’ll break rules.”
-
Just like the day before, it was hard to find anything interesting in where they were.
In theory, he could appreciate a national park and a museum, but Michael didn’t really give a shit. He would’ve been much more interested if they went to the Houston Space Station like was originally debated. But that was too expensive and going to national parks just wasn’t.
Unlike the day before, though, everyone was buzzing when they got on the bus to go back to the hotel. Everyone was texting and whispering about this party they were planning. Michael was considering going if things went badly with Alex, but that’s it. Only if things went bad with Alex.
This was the last night they were here, this was his last real shot at getting him alone. He wanted to try.
Besides, if Max made a move on Liz before he made a move on Alex, well, then they were all fucked.
He watched him throughout dinner, trying to think of what exactly he wanted to say. Maybe he could just tell him he thought he was hot, keep it simple. Or he could explain that, thinking about it, he’d actually liked him for a lot longer than he realized because it suddenly made a lot of sense why he’d been watching him for two years. Maybe Alex would take his confusion about his sexuality as a good enough answer and they could make out to help solidify that this wasn’t a weird boy crush. Not that he thought it was. He was confused about what this meant, but there was no confusion about the way Alex made him feel like his skin was being lit on fucking fire and like his mind was melting.
When they got back to the room, Michael quickly went into the bathroom to brush his teeth and make sure he didn’t smell. Everyone was getting ready for Valenti’s party. Time to prepare for his own.
“Hey, Alex, can we talk?” Michael asked as he stepped out of the bathroom. Alex looked up from where his phone and eyed him, nodding slightly.
Michael stepped closer, trying to find at least one of the starters to the plethora of conversations he’d had in his mind. He should say he liked him. He should say he didn’t mean to pull away. He should say that he accidentally had a second sexual awakening to seeing him shirtless. He should say so, so many things.
And instead he said none. Instead, he lunged forward and kissed him.
It was a short, chaste kiss, but it was enough for pieces to fall into place. That was definitely how that was supposed to feel. It probably had to do with Alex being superior. Where was a pedestal when you needed one?
“Um,” Alex said, taking a shaky breath as the kiss ended. Michael blinked a few times and pulled away a little more. Had he misread something? Alex licked his lips, looking at him like he didn’t get it. “Are-are… Is this a set up?”
“Huh?” Michael asked, furrowing his eyebrows. How the hell did he come to that conclusion?
“Is this one of those things where you kiss me and then ask me out and then I agree and then you stand me up and make fun of me with your friends?” he asked, hesitant rather than angry. Michael’s eyes nearly bulged out of his head.
“What? No, oh my god, who did that?” Michael asked, voice soft. Alex shook his head dismissively, still eying him like he didn’t get it.
“You just kissed me.”
“Yeah,” Michael agreed, “I really wanna keep doing it too if you do.”
“There’s a party.”
“I’d rather we have our own.”
“You barely know me.”
“I know enough.”
“So you know I’m into guys and you’re questioning?”
“No,” Michael said, shrugging his shoulders, “I know you’re smart and beautiful and funny.”
Alex looked him up and down and that hesitance in his eyes slowly but surely bled into something else. His eyes darkened just a little and Michael’s stomach twisted. Alex slowly stepped back into his space, idle fingertips touching his elbows and slowly sliding up his arms and over his shoulders and over his neck and into his hair. He hadn’t even gotten another kiss and Michael felt like his brain had melted.
Alex cradled his head as he pulled him in for another kiss, this one packing much more of a purpose. He parted his lips and welcomed Alex’s tongue against his own. His hands reached for Alex’s hips, pulling him closer as he tilted his head to kiss him a little deeper. His tongue deliberately slid over his sore bottom lip, letting him know he was being careful not to kiss him too hard. Which would’ve been fine, but he didn’t actually care.
Michael pressed in harder and Alex smiled, tugging on his hair gently. Add that to the list of things to make his mind run wild.
They kissed for a while just standing there, both of them too hesitant to move in case they pushed a button that wasn’t willing to be pressed. But the kisses got more sloppy and the touches got more desperate, both of them swaying as they tried so hard to push in closer. Michael couldn’t remember a time he’d been so desperate to touch someone. Suddenly, there was no confusion at all about anything. It was just this, just them.
As Alex’s hands slid beneath his shirt, it reminded Michael of his little Grand Canyon speech. You take what you need, he’d said. Did this count? It felt like it counted. The more he kissed him, the more he realized he’d wanted to do this for a long time. He just… hadn’t let himself think that.
Michael pulled away to remove his shirt, diving back in for another kiss. Alex breathed a hot breath against his mouth as his hands raked over his bare chest, taking in every inch. No one had ever touched him like that. He wanted more.
“Wait,” Michael breathed. Alex snatched his hands away quickly, still breathing heavy as he pulled away to see what was wrong. Michael gave a reassuring smile. “Do you, uh, like, do you… know how to… like…”
Alex smiled at him in a way that could’ve been condescending, but distinctly wasn’t because it was him. He placed his hands on Michael’s chest again.
“Yeah,” he said, “Do you?”
Michael licked his lips and looked down between them. Alex was still fully clothed, but he really, really didn’t want him to be.
“Not, uh, not with a guy,” he admitted, swallowing as he met Alex’s eyes again. There was no judgement. “Kinda lost on how exactly that works.”
“Well, I can explain it to you,” Alex said, “If you want.”
Michael involuntarily moved forward, kissing him hotly. “I want.”
“Okay,” Alex breathed, smiling as he moved his hands up to fiddle with his hair. Michael felt like putty in his hands and he enjoyed every second of it. “But we don’t even have to go, like, that far. I don’t really have any… Like, I didn’t bring lube or anything, didn’t really anticipate this, so maybe we should just stick to the basics.”
“Basics?” Michael repeated. Alex nodded and gave him another kiss.
“If you want to,” Alex told him, “With me.”
“God, Alex,” Michael laughed, shaking his head, “I literally have never wanted anything more than you in my entire life. I feel like my heart is going to explode in my chest. I have never liked someone as much as I like you and it’s really made this weekend impossible to enjoy anything that wasn’t you.”
Alex stared at him for a moment before he softly nodded and pulled him back into a kiss, but this one was a little different. This one was slow and held every goddamn secret in the universe. Yes, they were small, but yes, they were everything.
“C’mon,” Alex said, grabbing his hands and tugging him towards the bed.
Michael followed him with a lifetime of anticipation.
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A knock sounded on the door to signify that they should be awake.
Michael groaned and went to reach for his phone, but paused when he realized he had the weight of another body on his back. Every moment of the night before all rushed into his mind and he smiled to himself, both excited that he’d been bold enough and disappointed that they probably wouldn’t get the chance to do anything like that again any time soon.
But, then again, he had a truck waiting for him.
“Alex,” Michael said, carefully turning so as not to crush him or throw him off, “We gotta get up. Bus loads in like an hour.”
Alex sighed and lifted his head, looking up at him. Even in his sleep-hazed state, he grinned.
“You’ve got sex hair,” he said. Michael snorted and ran in hands through Alex’s hair.
“Haha, I wonder why.”
“Yeah, me too,” Alex teased, pushing himself up to kiss him again. That one led to another and another and they only broke when more persistent knocking came.
“Michael!” Isobel said, “Open up! I need you or I’m gonna die!”
Michael sighed at her dramatics and looked to Alex with a pout.
“Get dressed, we’ll pretend nothing happened,” Alex said and Michael nodded easily. They both got up and Michael had to brace himself against the wall, feeling a little off-kilter. Alex gave him a filthy grin. “Sore?” he asked innocently, waving two fingers at him. Michael huffed and held up his middle finger.
Eventually, they pulled themselves together and answered Isobel who didn’t seem to notice anything as she headed straight for Michael’s bed.
“She’s the most annoying person I’ve ever met,” Isobel groaned, “I can’t wait to get home.”
Michael spared a glance at Alex who went into the bathroom to pack all of his shit.
“I don’t know, I think I could entertain this trip for another night or two.”
“Yeah, well your roommate isn’t annoying,” Isobel scoffed. Michael grinned to himself.
“Yeah, you got that right.”
The ride back to Roswell was more than agonizing. Alex sat at the front and Michael sat with Isobel, the only contact they had being over text. It wasn’t enough. They still hadn’t really talked about what happens next. God, he wanted to know. He wanted everything.
He could imagine it easily: the two biggest troublemakers at Roswell High hooking up. They’d be an unstoppable team. The idea made him grin.
When they got back to the school after the multiple hours of trip they endured, Michael went to his truck and waited. Everyone else had their parents pick them up or drove their own cars back home. Things would just go back to normal. It was just a normal class trip.
Except Alex Manes didn’t have anyone pick him up and he didn’t have a ride. Instead, he just walked up to Michael's truck once most everyone was gone and took a deep breath.
“We should talk,” he said. Michael licked his lips and nodded towards his truck.
“Wanna go for a ride?” he asked. Alex grinned easily.
“Hell yeah I do.”
They definitely did a little more than talking.
Who knew the Grand Canyon could be so great?
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Hey, I love how you share moments from FairyTail Anime and. I always look forward to your posts and it feels like I'm watching the Anime again. Can you do the same for FairyTail manga?Manga panels with Natsu/Lucy/Nalu? And are you watching/reafing EdensZero? I'm glad to know you also support Shicca and Rebecca is your favourite character! Will you post anime moments from EdensZero too? And I saw you did 2 posts with manga describing how you feel about it, will you do it with the upcoming chapters too? Sorry for bothering you with my stupid questions😅
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after party
party died downstairs, if the small gathering of your sister in law and a couple of her coworkers could be tagged as one. cake leftovers carefully stored in the fridge as you took the remaining wine to the bedroom, akutagawa happily rested on your shared bed trying to recover from the mild exhaustion social interaction brought to him; he was so lucky.
an unknown feeling of wholeness made home in his chest since the day he met you and only grew bigger with time, as he watched you interact with gin and slowly befriend her, as he took in the effort you put in everyday to make sure he felt loved.
the curtains danced in the careless nocturnal breeze, akutagawa breathed in the fresh air and closed his eyes feeling too much like a content feline; he unbuttoned his shirt patiently waiting for you to finish your nightly routine. more often than not he allowed you to apply some products on his face, loving the softness of your fingerprints against his face and the small pecks you’d steal every time he’d close his eyes, as if he couldn’t see you coming from a mile away.
although he was surprised you didn’t asked tonight for this indulgence, akutagawa understood that maybe this was you giving him some space.
“baby?” you call from the end of your bed, the mattress slightly sinking under your bent knee. you are not moving to his side so akutagawa opens his eyes to see what is holding you back; an unsure expression taints your beautiful face. lover lip between your teeth and hesitating eyes. “do you like it?”
how dare you ask after all this time stealing his breath and speeding his heart if he liked it, you could present yourself wearing a sack of potatoes and he’d still feel weak in the knees; not that he didn’t appreciate the sight of you wearing nothing but a sensual mix of silk and lace. in fact he could already feel a very specific part of his anatomy already struggling.
he wanted nothing but to grab you and ravish you in the most animalistic way conceived by men, yet he decided to take his time. with a swift movement he sat on the edge of the bed, your body between his legs as his hands wandered over the exposed skin of your stomach; goosebumps erupted on his cold hands wake.
“do i like it?” akutagawa echoes the question, you nod to his mesmerized eyes as they devour the intricacies of the lace covering your bosom and leaves a featherlight kiss just in the border where the fabric frees the skin. he stands to his full height, gentle hands cup your cheeks. “i love it, princess”
you smile, satisfied and relieved, he knows he hasn’t loved you good enough if the ghost of doubt still lingers on your mind. the executive needs you to understand that you are his be all end all, his one and only, his biggest strength and secret weakness; never a man of many words he decides to take matters in his own hands.
akutagawa will let his body tell you what his mouth can’t elaborate.
he kisses you, gently, slowly letting all of his love to seep into the kiss. lips moving in the promise of future birthdays and loving nights just like this, his thumbs caress your cheeks with the tenderness he’ll put into your care; he intends to make love tonight.
but as your anxious hands unbutton his shirt and wander over his chiseled torso he realises you have another idea; akutagawa smiles into the kiss. “what is it babygirl?”
you breathe in his words, open mouths gasping for air and eager for more. “i need you”
with no room for replies you latch onto his mouth, your body pushing him to sit on the bed and before he realises you are sitting on his lap. your mouth is relentless, raw lust on every kiss as tongues meet in a sinful ritual; tonight you are different.
you hands wrapped around his neck as your whole body clings onto him, hips moving ever so slightly against the place that needs you the most. he groans into the kiss and he wants to be angry at you for making him this worked up so quickly with only a bit of making out.
you were one hell of a woman.
deft fingers make quick work of his shirt as it slides down his shoulders and is thrown to god knows where, akutagawa couldn care less, not when you are pressing hot open mouthed kisses along his neck, not when you purposefully mark his collarbones with love bites,
“mine” you speak to his skin and he is damn sure that every cell in his body responds to the silent command, darkened eyes meet their reflection in his. “you are mine”
he raises a brow, a smile playing on his lips. “is that so?”
“yes” with a swift movement you left him prisoner of your delicious body and the silk sheets, long locks cascading down your face, feminine hands placing masculine ones over his head rendering him defenseless. “you are mine, babyboy. tonight and always.”
he can’t think for a quick comeback, not when he has you like this, displaying all of your charms and biting his lip just enough for the pain to arouse him. you wanted to take control? he was fine with it, he’ll be your pretty little submissive baby. he’ll let you fuck yourself stupid with his cock and he’ll beg over and over again for the privilege of touching your skin.
“tonight and always, my queen”
there’s a shift on your demeanor, the seductress wavers for a split second until a bright smile breaks the expression. “don’t look at me like that, i’m trying to seduce you”
half a complaint half a laugh your words are sweet and airy, your forehead rests on his shoulder as the grip on his hands vanishes. he feels you giggling on his chest and he lets out a laugh of his.
“on my defense i was trying to make love until you went on full dominatrix mode”
you gasp and hit his chest, still giggling like an embarrassed schoolgirl. akutagawa laughs in an airy sound that comes from the genuine bliss in his soul from having you by his side, he kisses your temple; sex could be funny sometimes.
akutagawa moves you to the middle of the bed, laugh dies down little by little and you lay on top of him, the two of you quiet in a moment of contemplation. chest to chest, breathing the same air; another year within the other’s lives.
slowly move your leg against his, grey eyes looking at you as an answer from your unvoiced calling. “want to make love?”
he smiles and you know you are in serious trouble from all those times you’d seen that smile before. in a heartbeat he is on top of you, arms supporting his weight, his hair grazes your face when he leans in for a kiss.
“maybe later, right now i want to fuck my pretty little whore into the next week”
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OH MY GODDDDD I cannot get enough of this!!!!!!!!!!!!! You have blessed me yet again with a masterpiece and I love you dearly for this 😫😫😫😫😫💞💞💞💞💞💞 HDUFHFS I swear I will be reading this just nonstop cuz it makes my heart do fucking backflips!!!!!!!
#my mutuals are so cuuute#I AM FED!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!#this is so fucking good my words dont do justice#muffin I love u so much#erigawa#submission
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BTS # 18
A couple people actually asked this one, so! I guess people are interested, thank you! and obviously I’ll just answer it once, but I did get the other one!
18. What is a line/scene you’re really proud of? Give us the DVD commentary for that scene.
one of the first scenes that came to my mind was in Chapter 38; right after they celebrate Gwil’s birthday, Ben leaves to go home for the night, and Gwil asks if he can walk him.
and it’s like, they’re in this very weird space of they both have feelings for each other, they both know they have feelings for each other, but they haven’t really talked about it yet (obviously because they never talked about anything ever lol). and Gwil talks about his family, and asks Ben about his, and it feels like they could be about to slip back into their awkward “both of us have too much angst to function so let’s just shut down” mode, except Gwil brings up Christmas, and then! Ben invites Gwil to spend Christmas with him. which he said so casually, and Gwil accepts so casually, it wasn’t like a big moment of “oh my goddddd we’re going to spend the holidays togetherrrrr” it was just very soft, and sweet, and they were both smiley and happy.
AND THEN. they get to Ben’s flat, and they say goodnight. and how many times have these two said goodnight or goodbye without anything happening before? too many to count. and it could happen again! there’s so much tension really, and Ben’s got his key in the lock and he could just say bye, but then he turns around like, “Gwil? just a question, thanks. when we were in London together, we said goodnight and you waited outside my door, didn’t you?”
and Gwil’s like, oh my goddddd he knew he knew, I wasn’t subtle at all! and he’s just like, “oh yes, I uh, yes I think so, quite.” Like a little blushy, and then Ben teases him a bit! which Ben doesn’t always do with a lot of people, and certainly not with Gwil, so now we see that he’s a bit more comfortable with Gwil, because he’s like, “did you think we were going to have sex?”
and Gwil’s like OH NO UH NO OF COURSE NOT just a kiss, I just wanted a kiss (which he eventually got so good for him go Gwil).
BUT BEN! Ben who has always been shy; for so much of the story he’s only comfortable with Joe, and it took him awhile to warm up even to Rami who’s a sweetheart, and he’s consistently felt like every time he’s reached out to Gwil, he’s been rebuffed. they take two steps forward, a million back. and also up until this point, Ben hasn’t been very forward at all. he was too nervous to ask Gwil to dance. their first kiss, Gwil initiated it. them sleeping together, Gwil initiated it. that Ben, who is probably scared to death and it’s been so long since he’s felt comfortable putting himself out there and he still isn’t, not really; that Ben who is so in his head and quiet and scared and ashamed, he’s the one who comes at Gwil with a:
“Are you going to wait outside my door tonight as well, then?” he asks. “Or should I just kiss you now to save you the trouble?”
BECAUSE BEN WANTS TO KISS HIM. Ben wants to kiss Gwil, and he’s done hiding it, he’s done lying about it, he loves him, and he wants to be kissed by him every day for the rest of his life, and he doesn’t even know yet that that’s going to happen. he could kiss him and Gwil could still turn away and say he’s not ready, or he can’t, or he doesn’t want to, but Ben is just thinking, for right now, in this moment, I am going to say what I want, and it’s going to be great. imagine how much effort that would have taken him! to find that in himself.
and then! Gwil just sort of stands there like, uh...okay? AND BEN KISSES HIM! he doesn’t wait for Gwil to make a move, he makes the move. and this is not just a kiss. Ben doesn’t just give him a light peck and go home. he kisses him and then he kisses him, he grabs onto Gwil’s scarf and pulls him in and holds him close and he doesn’t want to let him go.
BUT IT GETS BETTER! because Ben pulls back, and normally, gosh, this Ben, he’d be like, “oh oh my god, I’m so sorry, that was so forward of me, uh that was terrible” and he’d be so regretful and worried and have to go into his apartment and pace around about how much he fucked up, that Ben is gone. at least for right now. this Ben flirts with Gwil, kisses him, and pulls back with a smile and a giggle like, yeah, I just kissed the fucking love of my life and it was amazing. and then he has the audacity to just be like, “okay bye goodnight! happy birthday, fyi, I am the gift! see ya!”
and Gwil’s just left standing there like...holy shit, ha. well, okay! literally speechless but also Ben gave him no time to talk, so then he just leaves.
what I actually find interesting now looking back at it are their reactions. because the next time we see them, Ben, Joe, and Rami are all hanging out together, Gwil’s not there. and Rami knows. and Ben knows Rami knows because Rami’s like, “oh, Gwil and I went to lunch, it was so lovely, do you two want to be alone wink wink” which means that Ben just made a move, a really big move for him, and then did nothing! he kept it all inside, he didn’t even tell Joe. and he would have been so excited and happy and like “I KISSED GWIL!” and then he and Joe went to work together the entire next day and Ben didn’t mention a thing, and Joe didn’t pick up on anything at all because as happy as he is, Ben also wants to keep it to himself. and then when Rami brings it up, Ben’s like “whatever it was just a kiss” BUT IT WASN’T! he was so lying! Ben’s just so used to everything he and Gwil do being this huge group gossip session that he wants to just keep it inside and not say a word (but also, if nothing happens between the two of them, Ben can just pretend he didn’t do anything at all and everything’s fine) while it’s all just bubbling up inside him. maybe because he’s still a bit in shock too, that he even did it! maybe he can’t believe it.
whereas Rami and Gwil go to lunch together and Gwil spills the beans iMMEDIATELY like, deep breath “oKAY!” and Rami just listens like oH MY GOD. like Rami was so in his glory just listening to this story and Gwil was just like “what does it mean, what do you think it means?” and they clearly make this plan where Gwil will show up late because he has to go get flowers and Rami just goes home to Ben and Joe like “oh I had a nice day I know nothing how are you?” and Ben and Joe are like yeah, we’re great, and Rami’s just like, excitedly wiggling wondering how he can bring this up and when Gwil will appear, and Ben’s like, unable to stop thinking about what he’s done and where is Gwil, oh my god he’s run off, and Joe is oblivious to the entire fucking thing.
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