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celestialspecial · 1 year

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I Still Do

Thank you for 700 followers!!!! You guys rock- thank you for making me realize how much I love writing and being so loving and supportive of my work.

*places a kiss on each of your foreheads*

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The book lay heavily in your hands. Thick cardstock and glossy full color pages bursting to life with each page turned.

You’d sprung for the fancy package, because why not? A matte black hard cover with gold embossing delicately scribbled across the front in some fancy schmancy font that one would usually associate with wedding invitations.

Those days had passed and they’d been fun enough. The planning, the excitement but while your friends had ooed and awwed over floral arrangements and cake choices you instead looked forward to other things.

A future with the man of your dreams. While you did find yourself giggling and joking with them about the trials and tribulations of marriage, it felt different. It felt right.

A lightness and a rightness in saying ‘yes’ to him.

That had been years ago and while, yes, there were some rough days. Some highs and lows. It still felt easy. Even those winding roads and unexpected things felt easy to navigate by his side.

Lately work had been consuming Billy’s every waking moment. Days chock full of meeting after meeting. Paperwork, spreadsheets, traveling, the whole gamut.

Even now as you peered around the corner into your bedroom he sat on the edge of the bed, laptop opened and furious typing filled the room.

His eyes roamed over the screen and a small wrinkle formed between his brows as he scowled at what was before him. You stood there peeking in on him, the book now behind your back, as you watched him.

His eyes never left the screen as he continued typing but his voice rang out, startling you a bit.

“Are you gonna stand there and hide or are you gonna come and save me from writing out another god forsaken email?”

You couldn’t help the chuckle that rushed past your lips.

“I’m out of view! How the heck did you see me?” His eyes still remained on the laptop but you noticed the way the corner of his mouth quirked up.

“I can hear you.”

“I was being quiet.”

“Quiet as a bulldozer.” You made a huff in faux anger as you walked over to the edge where he sat.

“That’s what I get for marrying a marine I guess.”

At that Billy’s eyes did leave the email he was angrily pounding out to look up at you. Hand reaching out and softly running the back along your jaw.

The sensation tickled and sparked something in the pit of your stomach. His dark eyes darted to the side then back to you.

“What’s behind your back.”

“Put away the laptop and I might show you.”

You’d never seen a work device shut and tossed aside so quickly. He grinned up at you, patting the bed next to him, smoothing a few wrinkles out of the duvet cover.

Coaxing yourself onto the mattress and pulling one leg to cross the other you quickly pulled the book around, holding it tight to your chest. Only the blank back cover showing.

He raised a brow, curiously inspecting the mysterious item. Waiting for you to proceed.

“I hate to the be the person on the receiving end of what sounded like a scathing email you were typing out.”

“Some people don’t understand gentle nudges.”

“You’ve been working really hard recently.” At that his interest in the book cooled as he looked briefly away, running his fingers through the dark locks on his head.

His hair had grown out longer, and his usual scruff was slowly morphing into a full beard. He’d barely had any time to eat let alone go to the barber.

It was unlike him. You joked that he was vain, but was there really anything wrong with wanting to keep up one’s appearance? Especially when one was the CEO of a booming corporation.

“I have, but I promise I’m going to start delegating more. It’s just these new recruits are all green and I can’t afford to have any mistakes. And I-“ he paused taking in your sympathetic face.

“And I don’t want to talk about. I’m here with you right now.” The grin returned to his face as a finger reached out and he tapped against the back of the book. “And I want to know what this is.”

Your grin turned feline, allowing the top of the book to drop down so he could grasp one end.

Billy’s eyes ran over the front cover, zipping back and forth before darting up to yours. His lips had parted ever so slightly and you could practically hear the gears turning in his head.

“Is this…what I think it is?”

“Well if you already know I guess you don’t have to look at it then.” You moved to take the book back but his grip held firm, tightening against the spine.

He pulled it another inch closer to him.

“You’re gonna be in big trouble if you don’t let me look.”

“Why do I feel like I’m already in big trouble?”

His tongue darted out to wet his lips, and you could see his resolve starting to melt away. A hungry look began to grow in his eyes, fixated on the cover.

It was too good and part of you wanted to drag it out longer but your poor husband. He was practically aching to look, so you let your hand drop and he immediately pulled the book into his lap and flipped open to the first page.

Then the second. The third. The fourth. With each page turning you could watch the lust seem to grow brighter and brighter in his eyes.

His breathing turned shallow and the tips of his ears had begun to turn the slightest shade of pink. After a long drawn out moment he spoke,

“When did you have this done?”

“Wouldn’t you like to know?” His hand shot out and grabbed ahold of your wrist. Tight and unyielding, until his thumb began to brush over your own heated skin.

“I think…you’d better tell me.”

He flipped to another page, then another.

“This one….this…God-“ he cut off, fingers drifting over the paper before him, twitching as they held the page between his thumb and forefinger.

Of course he’d focused in on that one. Not that you weren’t watching him now slowly losing it as he took in photo after photo of you.

A girlfriend had mentioned getting boudoir photos done before her wedding and there sparked an idea in your head.

Sure you two weren’t newly married, the honeymoon phase gone years ago. And yet the flame burned just as bright between the two of you.

There wasn’t a freckle, divet, or curve on you he hadn’t seen. Not a crease or mole he couldn’t place and yet as he devoured the photos from your own boudoir shoot it was as if it was all brand new.

The traditional lingerie shots had been fun, Lacey numbers that had way too many straps but looked gorgeous on camera.

A few of you surrounded by books, a white button up haphazardly falling off your shoulder as you held a book in your hands, a steamy romance novel. Eyeglasses dangling from your mouth.

The one he stopped on had been you, on your bed, Billy’s suit jacket draped over your shoulders. Covering enough, a satin thong sat on your thighs and you had one of his work ties pulled between your legs.

Your face, one of ecstasy, and you remember taking the shot and half telling the photographer not to leave it in. It had felt so raw and your cheeks turned pink when you’d seen it on their camera.

You remembered the thoughts you’d had to conjure up to make that face. Billy’s face pressed between your thighs, his moans drowning out your cries.

Billy beside you now, seemed to be humming with energy. He wasn’t physically shaking but you could see him nearly hanging on as his eyes scanned over each and every page.

After he’d consumed the entire book, and gone back about three times, he landed again on the tie picture.

Before you could ask if he liked it, a thought that felt silly and yet you’d never given a gift like this before. He was up and at the dresser, rifling through one of the drawers until he came away with a dark navy tie in hand.

“Was this it?” He asked, holding the swath of fabric. How he’d examined the image with the accuracy and precision only a marine could, of course he knew exactly which tie you’d used.

Your mouth barely open as you nodded. Not a split second and he was before you, knees bumping against yours as he held the item of clothing out, draping it around your neck and leaning in.

Fingers grasped your chin holding it in place as he lowered his eyes to meet yours.

“Recreate it.”

“W-what?” You couldn’t help the stammer that had escaped you.

“This picture. I want to see what it looked like, in real life.” You laughed at that.

“Billy-“ but you could tell from the way he was looking at you, a hunger so divine and untainted that you felt a shiver slither its way up your back. Heat pooling between your legs as his grip tightened ever so slightly on your chin.

Realizing you were the instigator of this situation your hands pulled the loose t shirt you were wearing off, tossing it to the side. Followed by your pajama shorts and socks.

You turned away from him to unclasp your bralette, “I’m gonna need your suit-“ but as you looked back around he was standing there holding one of his dark suit jackets out to you.

One hand over your chest and sticking your tongue out at him before pulling it over your shoulders. Glancing at the lining you realized this was the very same jacket from the photo.

“How did you..”

“It’s one of my custom tailored pieces.” You were still facing away from him but you felt his hot breath by your ear as his hand slid down the back of the fine material, giving your rear a squeeze in the process.

You squeaked at that before realizing. The underwear. You didn’t have them anymore. The dryer decided to eat them, tearing the satin fabric and creating quiet a mess to clean from the filter for you.

“I don’t have the thong anymore.”

His hands roamed over your back and along your waist, kneading at your sides as he let his head rest in the crook of your shoulder.

“That’s ok, do it without them.” You felt the heat bristling under your skin. Pinpricks of pleasure running just under the surface. You wanted to say something but couldn’t find the words.

Instead you pushed away from him, letting his jacket cover your butt as you squatted down enough to get your much less sexy underwear off.

In your last attempt at a playful jest you tossed them over your shoulder at Billy who caught them effortlessly. A shit eating grin plastered across his face.

Letting one of the leg holes swing around his index finger playfully.

“Encore!” You shook your head at that before resuming your place on the bed as you had been on the photo shoot.

You could feel his gaze resting heavily on you. Every part of you.

Removing the tie from around your neck, wrapping slightly around your knuckles once then on the other hand letting the silky fabric come to rest between your legs.

The cool touch of the fabric grazing against the sensitive spot between your legs made you shudder softly.

“How’s this?” You asked, begging for the silence to be broken as you watched Billy, his whole attention focused on you.

“And make the face.” He said. A little to casually for your liking. Because of course, he wanted to see the whole scene played out.

You tried imagining the scenario again but being out on the spot, it felt so inorganic, so forced. He could tell.

“What if I helped you out?” The saliva in your mouth had fully dried up at this point. Help? “Close your eyes.”

You couldn’t stifle the halfhearted giggle you made as you said his name.

“Close.”

You did as he said. Eyelids drifting shut, licking your lips in anticipation. Not quite sure what his intention was.

You felt the warmth of his hand closing over your ankle, rubbing soft circles on your skin.

“Do you remember when we went to the beach up in Michigan?”

You nodded, licking your lips nervously.

“The way the breeze was..warm and inviting. And we had a cabin with our own private beach?” His hand moved up your leg to rest on the inside of your knee that was planted on the mattress.

“And when we got tired there was a patio with a hot tub overlooking the water as the sun set.” You could feel where this was going.

“And I seem to recall a few days where we didn’t even leave the bed.” He ran a finger up and down your thigh, depthless eyes looking up at you. Oh he was wicked.

“The way the sheets would get all tangled up and I could smell the fresh air in your hair. Feel the heat on your skin where the sun kissed you a little too much. How your lips tasted-“

The need swirling around in your stomach and that desperate desire to feel him inside you started to fire within every nerve.

“How did my lips taste, Billy?”

“Which ones?” His hand didn’t rise higher to where you needed him, but you were dying for contact, friction, anything.

Two could play at this game. Pulling the tie up tighter between your legs, not even feeling guilty for the gasp that left your lips at the soft drag of it against your body.

Billy’s eyes watched with rapt attention. You could feel the tell tale signs of pleasure building with each glide of his tie, certain you’d need to toss the thing aside before you soaked through it.

“And when we did finally leave the bed it was only so I could bury myself so deep into you on the beach that not even the waves and wind could drown out your screams.”

Your mouth opened in a silent moan, begging for release.

“That’s it, that’s my girl.” You didn’t need him to say it outright to know your face matched the picture. The same feelings coursing through you now were the ones you’d envisioned when taking the shot.

“Why don’t you make a mess on my tie, sweetheart?” The words had you grinding onto the fabric, but that wasn’t what you wanted.

It took more willpower than you’d care to admit to toss the tie aside, grabbing Billy by the shoulders and pulling him onto you as you both dropped onto the duvet and pillows.

Your mouths collide in a kiss only described as feral. Desperate to touch and taste each and every part of each others mouth. His tongue sliding against your own and you hear him groan loudly.

His hands brushing your hair away from your face, pieces caught up in the crossfire of your kiss. His palms coaxing the jacket open and running along your breasts.

Chest heaving you arch up into him to show your displeasure at his continued teasing. You can feel the hardness pressing into your thigh and you line up to grind against him fully.

The hiss he makes thrills you and is only amplified when you feel him grab a fistful of your hair, tugging your head back to expose your neck to him.

He licks a line up the column of your neck before pressing a scalding kiss to your jaw before working his way back down.

“Torturing me with those photos.” He murmured as his lips continued to lavish along your collar bones then along the swell of your breasts.

His body settling into the cradle of your thighs and you pushed up again dying to feel his cock, hot and pulsing against you.

“Someone is eager.” He huffed out, a smile playing across his face as his mouth continued its devilish work sucking on one of your nipples. The other under the palm of his hand.

“Billy, I swear to god…please.” A weak plea answered with a roll of his hips against you and you felt dizzy with desire.

Your mind felt fuzzy and in that haziness you managed to free one of your arms, letting it drift between your bodies. Pressing firmly to where his pants had become unbearably tight.

The sound he made as you stroked the front of his pants sent electricity shooting up your spine. All these clothes needed off. Now.

Any other day Billy would be even more tortuous, drawing out your pleasure but tonight after viewing that picture book he seemed in just as much a rush as you.

Fumbling over remaining clothing, ripping open buttons, unzipping and sliding out of his suit jacket eventually he was just as bare as you.

Capturing your lips in another toe curling kiss. His scent filling your nostrils and your own hands tangled up in his hair and the sheets.

“Please please-“ you could feel him pressed against your thigh, the silky hardness so close to where you needed him.

You feel his hand caress the side of your face once more, turning your face so your eyes meet his fully. His expression is enough to undo you. Passion mixed with awe, tenderness and thrill.

And people say married life is boring.

No words need exchanged as you feel him slide home, stretching you slowly. You swear you can feel each ridge and vein on him. Forcing air into your lungs as you feel him fill you up completely.

“How’s my girl?” He asked placing a gently kiss on your temple. His body hovering just above yours.

“Good.” You say rather breathless. Mind unable to focus on anything beyond him within you. How his body seemed to melt into yours perfectly.

His hips slotted against yours and then a gentle rocking. Your eyes squeezed shut, relishing the push and pull, hips rising up to meet each arc and rock.

It’s delicious, but not enough. Faster, deeper. Your ankles cross behind his lower back, pulling him even closer to you as he grinds into you.

Billy grunts as he begins to pick up the pace. Your body feels heated, his hot breath next to your ear, then a few open mouthed kisses to your pulse point on your neck.

Filling you up deeper and deeper. Your moans match alongside the noises he’s making. You can tell he’s close the louder he gets.

Your mouths move against one another, desperate longing. He rocks faster and faster. Claiming your mouth and body all at once.

Your orgasm snuck up on you, slowly swirling through your entire essence then you lost it all at once.

Sweating, breathless, holding onto Billy for dear life as you said his name over and over. His hips continued their relentless sway carrying you through your bliss.

Then it was his turn to join you. Pushing off from the bed, holding you tight against his chest as he emptied himself into you. A loud groan followed by expletives and final few thrusts.

Both of you toppling off to the side, panting heavily. You moved to wipe a few pieces of sweat soaked hair from his forehead, then placing a kiss to the now clear spot.

You found yourself mesmerized by his dark lashes, watching them flutter as he took in a full breath. Cheeks no longer ruddy and red but fading to a softer pink.

The two of you laid there in silence, coming down from the post climax high. Basking in the afterglow, the only sound your breathing coming back to center.

After a moment Billy turned to you, his fingers brushing up the length of your arm.

“Thank you.”

“I’d say I got a little something out of it too.” You chuckled, running the back of your buckles over his cheek. He laughed in response.

“I meant for the book, but yes also this.” You snuggled closer to him, just enjoying being in his arms. Yes, married life was bliss.

The next morning you rolled over still groggy from sleep, a satisfied ache between your legs. Billy’s side of the bed was empty but you could hear him moving about getting ready for work.

Sounds of the coffee pot being turned on and that delicious aroma wafted in from the kitchen. A moment later you saw him standing in the doorway, anvil mug in hand as he took a sip of the fresh brew.

“I’m heading out. Coffees on. I promise not to be too late tonight” he grinned as you sleepily nodded, bed head and all. He lowered the mug and with a wave turned on his heel, the front door closing behind him.

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stardustbarbarians · 2 months

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Enchanted

A Daniel Wagner / Samuel Kiszka fic

Summary: Sometimes it takes some meddling to see what is right in front of you.

Tags: fluff, love spell au, very light angst, low-key funny

Words: 10.8 k

Author's Note: Happy (late) Valentine's Day!! I literally got the idea for this one the day of the holiday and proceeded to write this, thinking it would be at max like 2,000 words. So, yeah, this one kinda got away from me. Anyway, this is dedicated to @ofthecaravel for being more enthusiastic about this idea than I was (she also made the cover pic so everyone say thank you, Karou). Title taken from Enchanted by Taylor Swift. Please enjoy!! <3

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When Danny had the idea to go to the art fair near his house, he hadn’t thought he’d be walking away with an honest to god love potion. I mean, those aren’t real, right?? It’s all just made up for awful rom-coms and Disney movies. So, when that witchy woman had stopped him and gave it to him for free, he thought nothing of it.

He had been weaving through the various booths, eyes catching on all the colorful and sometimes gaudy wares these artists were trying to pedal. Some of them were honestly good, others were just clearly trying to make a quick buck. Danny bought a few things; a few jewelry pieces he thought were cute and a fresh squeezed lemonade.

“Danny?” a woman had spoken up, catching the drummer’s attention. He tensed up at being called out, hoping he wouldn’t be recognized but knowing it was always a possibility every time he left his house.

Schooling his features to be warm and inviting, Daniel turned on his heel to face the woman. She was what Danny could only describe as a “contemporary witch”, complete with long, black hair and a revealing yet classy black dress and a wide-brimmed black hat. Danny had to suppress his scoff at how on the nose she looked, glancing around her clearly witch-themed, yet populated, booth. But, it clearly worked to help sell her goods, so who was he to judge.

“Hey!” he responded, abandoning his wandering and making his way over to her. She smiled widely at him, her eyes lighting up as he approached.

“Oh, my god. My friends are never gonna believe me,” she rushed, her tattooed hands fluttering to her chest.

“How about we get a picture to prove it to them?” he offered, having gone through this enough times over the years to know that that was what most people were after when they spotted him.

She nodded, searching frantically for her phone. When she pulled it out from behind the register, Daniel noticed two things. One; her hands were shaking. Two; her lock screen was a picture of him and Sam posed together. It was a picture of them on stage, embracing and beaming at one another and - wow, is that really what he looks like when he smiles at Sam?

They took their picture, her asking for a hug from him which he happily gave her.

“So, what brings you over this way?” the woman - ironically named Greta - asked, leaning against the table she had set her register up on. Danny worried for a second as her long hair passed over a candle, only for him to realize it wasn’t real.

“Had a free afternoon to myself, thought I’d check the art fair out,” he answered honestly, a shrug of his shoulders tacked on at the end.

She nodded acceptingly. “Find anything interesting?”

Danny held up his fingers, wiggling them to show off the rings he purchased as well as shook his cup of lemonade in front of her, smiling. She laughed, her head tipping back a bit to show off a moth tattoo that rested under her clavicles.

“That’s all, huh? You must be pretty picky.” She looked him up and down, her eyes feeling strangely like they were able to see past his physical form. Danny blamed that on the witch-themed booth she ran.

Danny shrugged again. He didn’t think he was, but then again maybe he was.

“Here,” she blurted out, jumping up from her perch to brush past him to go deeper into her booth. Daniel watched as she stopped in front of a display of bowls that held vials of various shapes and sizes. Each one was sorted by color, some of them even seeming to glow which made Daniel do a double take. There was probably just a light fixed at the base of the bowl to give them that effect.

“On the house,” Greta chirped before tossing something at Daniel. He instinctively caught it, letting out a breath of relief that he had. When he got a proper look at it, Danny realized that she had thrown him a vial of baby pink liquid that had been sealed in a teardrop shaped glass vial. The top was a gradient into Barbie pink and formed to a point, sharp enough to probably kill a man. Daniel turned it over in his hand, the liquid sparkling in the light of the sun streaming in through an opening in the tent he was in.

“What is this?” he dumbly asked, already knowing what the hell it was.

“A love potion,” Greta flippantly answered. When Danny snapped his head up to look at the woman, he saw the mischievous glint in her eye that never reached her soft smile.

Daniel coughed on his own spit as he swallowed wrong. He covered it up by taking a few sips of his lemonade. He had no idea how to react to that.

“Uhh… that’s really kind of you, but I can’t take this.”

“Nonsense. I insist,” she pressed, waving off his concerns with a wave of her hand.

Daniel looked back and forth between the woman and the vial in his hand, weighing the pros and cons. Then he realized how ridiculous he was being. It was a kind gesture and love potions weren’t real.

He tucked the vial into his pocket of his jean jacket and smiled. “Thanks!”

“My pleasure,” she answered, that devilish gleam back in her eye as well as that feeling that she was seeing through him rather than at him, “and trust me, you will be thanking me later.”

That made Daniel chuckle a bit nervously. She was starting to creep him out a bit; time to make a quick exit.

“Right, well. Maybe I’ll see you at one of our upcoming shows!” Danny politely suggested, already backing out the way he had come in.

“Of course! Talk to you later!” Greta’s last sentence sent a shiver up Danny’s spine. It felt like a promise rather than a send off.

With one last quick smile, Danny got his ass out of there and trotted down the booths to get away. He definitely wanted to toss that so-called “love potion” away now. There was no telling what was actually in it. He’d just throw it into the next trash can he saw.

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Daniel did not toss it away. Instead, he forgot about it completely and left it in his jacket pocket. It stayed there for a month, silently waiting for the next time someone would wear that jacket and find it.

“Hey, Dan!” Danny was in his kitchen taking some ibuprofen for the headache he was fighting when he heard Sam call out for him.

With a big gulp and a gag he didn’t even try to suppress as he felt the pills catch on the side of his throat, Danny responded with a shout of his own. “Yeah?!”

“Can I borrow a jacket?! It’s cold as balls out and I don’t have one!”

Setting his empty glass of water in the sink, Daniel ran a hand through his curls. Sam had stopped over at Danny’s before the band’s scheduled studio time so the two of them could carpool.

“Yeah!” he shouted back. He went through a mental checklist to make sure he had everything he needed before he left, adding Sam to the bottom of that list.

“What the fuck is this in your pocket?!” Sam called out again, breaking through Danny’s concentration.

“I don’t know! I’m not over there!”

It was quiet again for a moment, Danny quickly going through his checklist again as he passed by his laundry room to grab some socks from the pile.

“Can I drink it?!”

Daniel, starting to get a little frustrated by Sam’s antics already, huffed out in exasperation.

“Go ahead!” he screamed harsher than he had meant to. But, really, how the hell was Daniel meant to know what the fuck Sam was talking about. It probably was a shot of fireball or something he never drank. And if Sam wanted to be tipsy while they recorded… Well, it wouldn’t be the first time.

“It tastes like bubblegum!” Sam excitedly exclaimed, his voice louder as Danny was just around the corner from where he was stationed by the front door.

“That’s great, buddy,” Daniel dismissed, walking past him briefly as he went to grab his sticks from the living room. Doing the pat down on his pockets to make sure he had his keys and wallet, Daniel finally rounded the corner to his front door only to see Sam sprawled out on the ground.

“Sam?” Danny cautiously asked, hoping Sam was just being theatrical over how long Danny was taking to leave.

But then he didn’t answer. Or move, for that matter.

“Sammy?!” Daniel was distraught now, tossing his sticks to the side as he kneeled down next to Sam to shake him.

He still wasn’t stirring, but at least his chest was moving. Daniel frantically searched for a pulse, lifting up his hand to check his wrist. That was when he spotted the nearly empty teardrop shaped vial in Sam’s hand and Danny’s heart sank even further.

“No no no no-” Danny chanted under his breath, pressing his fingers into Sam’s wrist. His heart rate slowed a bit when he was able to feel Sam’s pulse in his fingertips. He sighed deeply, feeling his shoulders sag in relief.

“C’mon, Sammy,” Danny implored, grabbing his friend by the shoulders and began to shake him. It wasn’t hard, but it was enough to make his head loll around his shoulders.

When that didn’t work, Danny bit his lip as his brow knit together. He had an idea, but he’d feel awful for going through with it. With another sigh, Daniel resigned himself to it.

“I’m sorry, Sam,” he murmured, pulling his right hand off the bassist’s shoulder. He reared it back and smacked it smartly against his friend’s cheek. Cringing at how loud the slap resounded in the echo-y chamber of his vestibule, Daniel smoothed his hand back over the pink mark blossoming on Sam’s face.

It worked, to Danny’s utter relief.

Sam’s eyes fluttered open as Daniel caressed his fingers across the angry outline of his hand, groaning as he lifted his hand to his forehead.

“What the hell happened?” Sam grumbled out, sitting up on his own. Danny sat back onto his heels, raking his eyes over Sam to check for any signs of danger.

“You drank the vial in my jacket and passed out, I guess,” Daniel tried to explain, the concern leaking through his tone. Sam still had yet to look at Danny, his eyes having shut once more as he sat fully upright.

Huffing out a laugh, Sam looked at the vial in his hand, a drop of that baby pink liquid slipping out of the opening and splattering onto the floor. He turned it over in his fingers a few times before he spoke again. “Hell of a rush.”

Daniel couldn’t help but snort, his worries easing significantly at the joke. Sam was going to be ok. Maybe a little groggy, but ok. That Greta girl should count herself lucky nothing worse had happened to Sam or else he’d bring down hell around her ears for hurting his best friend.

“Alright, Sam. Let’s get you up or else we’ll be late for studio time,” Danny grunted out as he hauled Sam up to his feet by his arm.

“Right, right,” Sam quietly answered, his hair flying out around him as he shook his head to presumably clear it.

And that was when Sam looked at Danny for the first time since he fell.

“I’m so fucking in love with you.”

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“Hey, guys, we might want to reschedule.”

“Yeah? And why is that?” Jake was the first one to look over at Daniel. And when he did, Danny watched as his entire body went rigid as his eyes flew wide open.

“Something wrong- oh my god.” That was Josh, this time. And just like Jake, Josh’s eyes got comically wide as he took in the sight of Danny and Sam.

And Daniel really couldn’t blame them. He’d have the same reaction if he saw his little brother clinging onto his best friend as if his life depended on it.

Sam had long since jumped into Danny’s arms, his arms and legs wrapped around Daniel as if he were a monkey and Daniel his favorite tree. He had refused to get down, Danny having tried to fight him in the parking lot before entering the studio to get him to walk on his own, but Sam was having none of it. Even on the drive over, Sam had tried to climb into Danny’s lap a few times all while gushing about how pretty he thought Danny was. He finally got Sam to stay in his seat after promising to hold his hand as he drove. But as soon as they stepped out of the car, it was no holds barred.

“What the hell is he doing?” Jake asked, his eyes still locked onto his baby brother’s strange behavior.

“I’m holding the love of my life!” Sam answered for Daniel. And if Daniel’s face wasn’t burning before, he was certain it was set ablaze by that. And the worst part was Daniel could tell Sam was using a genuine tone.

He watched the twins look between the two rhythm section members, their lips pursing as they took in the sight. Daniel wanted to hide his face in his hands, but they were currently holding his obnoxious best friend so he couldn’t.

“Oooooooooo-k. Umm, what the fuck is going on?” Josh had abandoned his station at his microphone, setting the equipment down on a chair to his left before he joined Jake at his side.

Danny sighed, his eyes closing in shame. He wanted to look everywhere else but at the twins and their calculating and bewildered gazes.

“You wouldn't believe me if I told you.” Daniel let out a squeak after he spoke, Sam surprising him with kisses he placed on the side of Danny’s neck where his head was nuzzled. He tried to pull away, but Sam just chased after him with his lips.

“Try us,” Josh answered, his arms crossing over his chest as his hip popped out. Jake was idly fiddling with his guitar, probably not even aware that he was playing at all, but his eyes never left Danny.

With a deep sigh, Daniel launched into the story of Greta and her stupid fucking love potion. While he was explaining, he knew his story sounded made up. I mean, for god’s sake, the titular character shared the name of their band. It just sounded like he was caught in a lie. The only thing he knew would work in his favor was the potion vial that he had the foresight of bringing with him.

It was a fight, but Daniel was able to wrangle Sam off of him and set his feet on the floor. However, the man still refused to let go of him completely. So Daniel had to live with Sam resting his head on his shoulder and wrapping his arms around Danny’s torso. With his hands finally free, Daniel was able to fish that vial out of his pocket and toss it over to the twins.

Josh caught it, Jake watching it sail over towards his twin with his eyes. Daniel watched as they inspected it, the baby pink liquid still shimmering in the light. He pointedly ignored Sam and his embarrassing antics. Or, at least he tried to. It was very hard when he kept peppering kisses all over Danny’s cheek and neck as he spoke sweet nothings into his ear. Danny felt shivers dance their way across his skin, his veins warming at all the contact and compliments. But he refused to indulge in them. Sam was not himself right now and he would be damned if he was going to take advantage of him. But, they still felt nice.

After a few seconds of turning over the evil liquid, Josh tossed it back over to Daniel.

“Alright,” Jake started, pulling the cord out of his guitar, “we believe you.”

“Really?” Danny was truly bewildered. He thought the twins were going to think it was some kind of stupid prank they were trying to pull on them. He was actually relieved they did.

“Yeah. We’ve never seen Sam act this way before. Plus he’s a dog shit actor,” Josh answered, a laugh escaping his lips after the last sentence. Danny had to agree; he’d seen the movies Josh had made where Sam was the lead. There weren’t that many.

“Oh, thank god. Because I need help.” Daniel’s tone was desperate, his hands trying to pull Sam’s off his waist. But every time he tried, Sam would just slide them back into place. He eventually gave up, huffing in resignation as Sam giggled in his ear. “Yeah, I’m gonna be honest with you on this one. I don’t know where we’ll even start,” Jake bluntly pointed out, placing his guitar on its stand.

“What if you two try to contact the people who organized the fair and see if you can find the woman who sold me the…” God help him, “...the potion.”

“Yeah, alright. What are you going to do?” Josh was already pulling out his phone, not looking at Danny as he spoke.

“I’m going to see if maybe she posted that picture and contact her that way,” Daniel explained, having to shove Sam’s hips away from his own in order to get his phone from his back pocket.

“Sounds like a plan. But how about we don’t do this here,” Jake posited, his eyes sliding over to where their producer and mixer were watching raptly as Sammy placed yet another series of kisses onto Danny.

They all agreed. They wanted to spare both men as much embarrassment as possible and also minimize the possibility of this leaking and sending the wrong message to their fan base.

Daniel offered up his house considering it was the closest.

“And I’ll drive lovebug here, too.” Danny hooked his thumb towards where Sammy’s face was pressed into the side of Danny’s, a dopey smile on his face as he nuzzled deeper into Danny.

“I don’t think you have a choice,” Josh so helpfully pointed out, trying poorly to suppress a laugh.

“Yeah, ha ha. Let’s go,” Daniel sharply ordered, trying once more to rip Sam’s arms off of him and failing.

“No, no, wait. Let us get one video for blackmail,” Jake quickly requested, already having his phone out and pointed at the two.

Danny, knowing that there was no way they’d relent, groaned and let Jake record his misery.

“Alright, Sammy. Tell us how you feel about Daniel,” Jake prompted, the laugh in his voice barely contained. The youngest perked up at the question, his smile getting brighter.

“Well, where do I even begin! There’s so much I feel about him,” Sam cooed, resting his chin against Danny’s shoulder as he spoke. Danny felt Sam’s hair slip off his own shoulder as Sam tilted his head to get a better look at Danny.

“Why don’t you start with the physical,” Josh, that bastard, piped up. Danny shot him a glare, Josh only responding with an “innocent” smile.

“Oh! That’s easy! He’s got these beautiful dark eyes that you can easily get lost in. They’re this gorgeous shade of amber brown that have this nice green in them that remind me of moss in the forest. Oh! And when they catch the light just right they’re so bright and I get butterflies. And speaking of butterflies, when he smiles at me I can’t help but feel like I’m going to pass out from how beautifully warm and overwhelming it is-”

“Alright,” Danny squeaked out, his voice cracking as his face began to heat up, “that’s enough.”

“No, no, we’re just getting to the good part. Sam, what else about Danny do you like?” Danny bared his teeth at Jake. He knew it was ineffective, what, with his face burning as bright as a stop light.

“Oh, his arms are really nice. I love it when he picks me up because then I can feel them flexing and it makes me all dizzy.” Sam’s voice was dripping in honey. It was so sweet it made Danny’s stomach ache.

“Really? And what about his freckles?”

“One of his best features, definitely. They get all dark and prominent in the summer when he gets more sun. He’s got 137 of them!”

“Alright that’s-”

“And what about Danny’s personality?”

“He’s the sweetest guy ever! I swear, he’s so sweet he gives me cavities. Like this one time, I was feeling really down in the dumps and then Danny went out of his way to get me a case of my favorite beer and made me laugh so hard I nearly pissed myself. He just knows me sooooo well. And also he takes care of Rose the best and he is always so gentle and loving with her… what isn’t there to love?”

“Ok, show’s over. We’re done here,” Daniel firmly decided, reaching out to yank Jake’s phone away from him and end the recording, holding it out of Jake’s reach as he tried to grab it back from him.

Danny tossed it back at him when he was done, watching the guitarist nearly fumble the device to the ground. He shot Danny a confused look at his shift in mood, but he didn’t respond. He simply held onto Sam’s arms as he turned the two of them around and made for the door.

As they walked to the car, Daniel pointedly did not think about the fact that Sam apparently just seemed to know how many freckles Danny had off the top of his head. Or how that made his heart flutter within his chest.

+++

The car ride back was considerably less dangerous than the drive over; Sam hadn’t tried to climb into Danny’s lap since he preemptively laced their fingers together. However, Sammy hadn’t stopped talking. And it wasn’t his usual babbling, no. It was much worse.

“I love you.”

“I know.”

“I love you.”

“I know.” The shock of it had worn off at the thirtieth time Sammy had confessed it to Danny, that first time making the drummer jump out of his skin. Now it was just getting annoying, like the beep of a smoke detector.

“You’re really hot,” Sam giggled, leaning his head across the consul and bumping it into Danny’s shoulder.

Danny just groaned, throwing his head into the headrest behind him and asking god what he did wrong to deserve this cruel and unusual punishment. It was one thing to toy with his destiny, it was another entirely to play around with his emotions.

“I hope we fucking crash,” he whined, the light turning green and taking his foot off the brake.

“I hope we fuck.”

Daniel felt his foot involuntarily slam down on the gas, forcing the both of them to jerk back in their seats as the engine loudly revved like an animal letting out a warning growl. Danny whipped his head over to Sam briefly, taking in his lashes batting flirtatiously and his wolfish grin. The driver felt his heart pounding in his chest, ripping his eyes away from his distracting passenger and forcing himself to look at the road.

“What?” he croaked out, not really wanting to hear it again but also wanting to know if he heard Sam right.

“You heard me,” was all Sam spoke in response, a dangerously flirtatious edge to his words that made Danny’s heart lurch in his chest.

“Just… Just keep those thoughts to yourself, ok?”

“Ok!” Sam cheerfully agreed, settling back down onto Danny’s shoulder. That was another thing about this that was driving Daniel slowly insane: Sam did almost everything Danny asked of him.

He was so, utterly fucked.

+++

“Ok, so Greta must be a popular name among artists or something because the fair organizer said there were about thirty booths registered under that name,” Jake explained after hanging up the phone. He tapped his pen on the pad of paper he’d been writing on idly, turned towards Danny’s spot on his couch. Sammy had tackled him onto it, curling up right against his chest like an oversized dog and refused to move.

“Did she give you the list of businesses, too?” Danny asked, having to crane his neck to look over at Jake.

“Yeah, and I was able to cross off a few of them already,” Jake answered, swiping away at his phone again.

“Nice work,” Danny praised, his eyes darting back to his phone. He and Josh had taken on scrolling through Danny’s instagram mentions in order to try and find the famed Greta. And, Jesus, people really loved tagging him in shit. They had been at it for hours and were still only finding posts from about two weeks ago.

“Is this her?” Josh hoisted his phone up into Danny’s field of view. Danny squinted as he analyzed the woman’s face.

“No,” he groaned, his frustration mounting as they had zero luck.

It wasn’t that he didn’t like Sam like this, it was just… It was too much. Yeah, maybe Danny had been dreaming about this exact scenario for years, but this wasn’t how he wanted to get it. He’d felt guilt slam into him with every touch Sam bestowed upon him as he remembered that Sam wasn’t in control of his actions. It was that stupid fucking potion that was making Sam all cuddly and cute; the normal Sam would never do that. The normal Sam wouldn’t repeatedly confess his love for Danny in a myriad of ways, or kiss his neck and cheeks, or cling to him every second of the day. No matter how badly Danny wanted it to be true, Sam just wasn’t in love with Danny like the drummer was in love with the bassist.

And that was the time that Sam decided to stir just enough to burrow deeper into his embrace with Daniel, grumbling something under his breath that was reminiscent of a cat purring. And just like it never happened, Sam fell back asleep again. Danny watched for a bit too long as Sam’s chest rose and fell with each even breath he took, his face held in a content smile as he dreamed away.

“Man, I haven’t seen him curled up with someone like that since we were kids,” Josh commented, taking a break from his endless scrolling to crack his neck and stretch. He had watched the whole thing, Sam’s stirring and Daniel’s flush creeping onto his face as he gazed down at the cozy bass player.

“What do you mean?” Danny had moved his own phone out of the way to properly look at Josh. The man had taken to sitting on the floor with his back against the couch that Sam and Danny were laying on.

“The last time he looked that content while sleeping was probably when he was about eight-ish; that was when he stopped taking naps with mom,” the singer explained, his eyes cast upwards as if searching the farthest reaches of his mind.

“What, are you calling me his mother?” Daniel felt his face pinch into one of disgust as he remembered what Sam had sprung on him during the ride over.

“No, what he’s saying is Sam has always liked to cuddle, but only feels comfortable doing it with certain people,” Jake clarified, not even bothering to look up from his notepad.

“Yeah, he’s never done that with us. And, now that I think about it, he’s never done that with his girlfriends, either. At least, from what I’ve seen, anyway,” Josh added, rambling just a tad at the end. He even brought his hand up to his chin as he thought, his fingers stroking the hair on it absently.

Daniel had no idea what to do with that particular bit of information, so he elected to shove it into his mental box labeled “The Sam Incident” to be ignored until further notice. It was starting to become alarmingly full.

He went back to his scrolling, his eyes beginning to burn with how long he’d been staring at the screen. He wasn’t aware that he’d taken to running his fingers through Sam’s hair and absently playing with it as he focused on finding the proverbial needle in a haystack.

Right when he was about to take a break and grab something to eat, he spotted her.

“AHA!” he exclaimed, bolting upright and rudely jolting Sam out of his peaceful slumber. The bassist even grumbled, rubbing at his eyes and shooting a grumpy look at his personal pillow for the violent awakening. Danny felt the sympathy ache in his chest for Sam, rubbing a soothing and apologetic hand over Sam’s arm. Though, with how frizzy and staticky his hair looked, Daniel had to bite his lip to keep from laughing at Sam.

“You found her?” the twins asked simultaneously, Danny feeling briefly like he was in The Shining as they both gave him the same expression as he looked between them.

Daniel nodded his head, turning his phone around to show the others. Sam took the opportunity to sleepily and unceremoniously flop himself down against the drummer’s chest face first, wrapping his arms around his waist. Danny instinctively placed his hand onto his back to steady him, rubbing it as Sam mumbled something into his chest that Danny could not understand.

“Well, what are we waiting for?” Jake, ever the impatient one, urged Daniel. He pushed away from the table he was stationed at, making his way over to lean over the back of the couch to watch the drummer’s screen.

danielrwagner: Hey, so uhhh

danielrwagner: This is going to be a strange question but

danielrwagner: Are you the woman who gave me a vial at an art show a month or so back?

Daniel had set his phone down onto the couch, figuring he’d have to wait a while for a response - if he ever got one, that is. What he didn’t expect was for his phone to buzz almost immediately afterwards.

StarshineGreta: Hi Danny!

StarshineGreta: Yes, that was me

StarshineGreta: Why did someone drink it?

danielrwagner: Yeah

StarshineGreta: Who was it?

Daniel swallowed nervously, glancing down at Sammy who was still wedged into his chest and showing no signs that he was moving anytime soon.

danielrwagner: …Sam

Call from StarshineGreta

“Guys, what should I do?” Daniel panicked, his heart rate kicking up in speed inside his chest as his ringtone started to cheerfully chirp in his hand. He frantically looked back and forth between the twins, looking for their help.

“Answer it!” Josh screeched, his thunderous voice that Daniel normally heard echoing through stadium speakers just as loud and commanding in his living room.

With a nervous bite of his lip, Danny did as he was told.

“Hey, Greta. Just so you know, you're on speaker with… with the whole band,” Daniel greeted, making sure to give her the courtesy of knowing that everyone could hear her. But, it seemed that she didn’t even register what he had said. Instead, she launched right into it.

“Alright, how long ago did he drink it and what are his symptoms?” Her voice was nearly clinical if it weren’t for the clear enthusiasm dripping off her words.

“He drank it at about ten this morning-”

“And he’s acting like a lovesick puppy and won’t leave Daniel alone,” Josh interjected, leaning over so that he was closer to the phone to be heard. Though that wasn’t really necessary since the man had shouted, anyway.

“Yeah, Sam won’t stop touching and cuddling him and if he tells him to quit it he gets all mopey and sad,” Jake added, flashing Danny a grin that Daniel merely glared at. She really didn’t need to know all that.

The beat of silence that followed made Danny’s nerves spike into the stratosphere. What he didn’t know was that Greta had merely muted her own mic so that she could laugh as boisterously as she wanted to without being heard.

“Interesting. And how much did he drink?”

“Pretty much the whole thing. There’s about an eighth or so left in the bottle, I’d guess,” Daniel informed, feeling as if the vial in his pocket got heavier as he thought about it.

“Wow. Ok, wow. No wonder he’s so clingy,” Greta replied, her surprise seeping into her tone.

“I wouldn’t call him that-”

“Dan. Try standing up.”

Giving Jake a disgruntled look, Daniel tried exactly as suggested. As he did, Sam’s arms tightened around Sam and pulled him back down towards him. “Nooooooooo,” he had whined out in protest, his brow knitting together in a grumpy frown once more as he looked up at Danny through his lashes.

“No,” he said again, this time more firm and accented by Sam’s grip readjusting around Danny’s ribs to pull himself even tighter against Danny’s chest.

When Daniel looked over at the younger twin, he was met with a small yet smug smile of victory.

“Shut up,” he lamely shot back, wanting to cross his arms over his chest but being prevented by a certain bass player. Instead, he just settled his free arm back onto Sam’s back right below where his hair stopped in the middle of his spine.

“Is it a problem that he drank so much?” Josh asked, completely ignoring the exchange that happened between Jake and Daniel.

“Not really, no. The effects will just be stronger than if he had just drank the recommended amount,” Greta explained.

“Will it last longer?” Daniel quickly interjected, the horrifying thought of having to deal with Sam acting like this for a month causing panic to lance through his heart.

“I don’t think so. Maybe a few extra hours, but it should be worn off by tomorrow evening.”

“And how come your potion actually works? Like, why isn’t yours bullshit like the other ‘love potions’ out there?” Jake so delicately questioned.

“Normally, most of mine are but… well…” Daniel did not like how her tone shifted from confident to apprehensive, “I won’t sugar coat it. The potions I make are meant to amplify what emotions are already inside someone. They can’t manufacture love or hate or happiness if they don’t already exist in the person who drank it.”

After she finished her explanation, the room went silent. Daniel felt as if his mind was beginning to overheat inside his skull as he tried to process the information she had just dropped onto them.

“I don’t get it,” Daniel croaked out, feeling as if his mind was halting all function as he stared blankly down at his phone.

“Do you have that potion on you?” Greta’s voice wasn’t scheming, per say, but it was clear she had a plan.

Daniel dug into his front pocket, fishing out the aforementioned vial. He held it up into the air, looking at it and wondering how something so unassuming could flip his world on its axis.

Before the drummer could even respond to Greta, Jake had swiped it out of his hand so quickly Danny could only blink dumbly at the man.

“Josh!” he called before tossing it towards the man.

“Wait-” was all Daniel could get out before the singer had uncapped the vial and tossed it back like it was a shot.

“Ooh, bubblegum flavored,” Josh cooed after he swallowed, flipping the vial in his hand after he replaced the cap.

Daniel just sat frozen in place. Great, now he was going to have to deal with two Kiszkas attached to his hip at all times and he wasn’t going to be able to do anything-

“How ya feeling, Josh?” Jake had asked in a voice reminiscent of a gameshow host from the 70s.

“Honestly, Jake, I feel no different. Daniel, I love you, man, but not like that,” Josh answered, pointing at his little brother curled up into Danny’s chest like an overgrown cat to prove his point.

“So, that means…” Jake prompted, holding out his hand as if to cue Daniel to understand. It didn’t work.

“I still don’t get it. And now I’ll have two of you on top of me-”

“Oh my god,” Josh impatiently groaned, tossing his head back in frustration as he scrubbed a hand down his face.

“Jesus, you’re dumb, Dan,” Jake added, exasperation of his own causing him to pinch the bridge of his nose as he shook his head.

“I’m sure he’ll figure it out eventually,” Greta optimistically offered, her voice cutting through the groaning from the twins.

“But, wait, what should I do? Is there anything I can do to help Sam? Or, like, cure him?” Danny inquired, electing to ignore the twins and their antics.

“You’re just going to have to wait it out,” Greta answered, her voice not even remotely sympathetic to Danny’s plight.

“Thanks for the insight, Greta.” Jake leaned in towards the phone again, giving it a two fingered salute.

“Yeah, and thank you for the free blackmail!” Josh was smiling as he waved at the phone, his tone chipper and not at all matching the devious words he spoke.

“Any time, boys!”

And with that, the call had ended.

“Well, we best get going,” Josh sighed as he got to his feet, stretching his arms over his head.

“Yep. Seems like you and Sam need some time to yourselves.” Jake had playfully nudged his baby brother on the shoulder with his hand, Sam only responding with a half-hearted grunt of annoyance at being jostled.

“Wait, hold on-”

“Goodbye, lovebirds!”

With a slam of the door that carried with it a sense of finality, Daniel was left alone with a love-drugged Sam. In his house. Alone.

“I thought they’d never leave,” Sam yawned, mimicking his older brother from earlier as he stretched his arms above his head, his face pinching together as he did so. Daniel pointedly did not look at the sliver of tan skin the bassist exposed above his waistband as he stretched, a playful teasing of his happy trail poking out briefly.

“Uh, what?”

“The twins! I thought they wouldn’t take the hint,” Sam playfully implied, his hands tracing up from their perch on Daniel’s stomach to his pecs. And that was when he realized that Sammy was straddling his hips and looming above him with a look in his eye and a smirk on his lips that was anything but innocent.

Danny was stuck in his position on the couch, feeling like those butterflies they displayed in glass with those pins that pierced through their wings stabbing through his own limbs. He felt frozen, caught between his own animalistic desire and his morality; the angel and devil on his shoulders waging a war.

“Are you hungry?” Daniel squeaked out, his voice breaking as he shoved Sam off of him and bolted off the couch. He felt like his face was on fire as the rest of his skin prickled with its own heat. He stood himself on the opposite side of the room, all but pressing his back to the wall. He didn’t care what that witch or the twins said; Sammy would never do that.

He’s not himself.

Once Sam recovered from Danny tossing him into the couch, Sam turned those sultry eyes back onto the drummer. “Yeah. For you.”

Daniel gulped. Sam’s voice had purred out of his lips, matching the very clear bedroom eyes he was shooting Daniel. And Danny was not liking how his body was reacting to that.

“I’ll order sushi,” Daniel quickly stated before bolting out of the room and away from Sam as fast as he could.

+++

Dinner was an ordeal. Daniel had to essentially manipulate Sammy into eating, which made him feel like garbage. But, he tried to reassure himself by saying it was for Sam’s own good. And if Danny had to use his powers of suggestion over Sam to do it, then it was just a means to an end. To be fair, it wasn’t like he was forcing Sam to do something like make out with Danny or anything like that. It was just getting him to eat his goddamn sushi.

It also didn’t help that Sam had scooched his chair right up beside Danny’s and would move closer to him each time Danny had tried to move away. And then Sam had tried to feed Danny his food. Which was… an experience.

“C’moooooooooon Danny! It’ll be cute like Lady and the Tramp!” Sam whined, waving his chopsticks in the air.

Daniel, knowing his willpower against Sam was weakening, relented. He huffed out a “fine” and half-heartedly opened his mouth. Sam squealed excitedly before gently picking up a roll with his chopsticks and placing it between Danny’s lips. Daniel figured the pain of Sam’s nagging was worth the pleasure of seeing his brilliantly excited smile as Daniel chewed his sushi.

“Ok, ok, now me!” Sam exclaimed, setting down his chopsticks before opening his mouth wide and sticking out his tongue like he was about to get his tonsils checked.

With an exasperated yet fond sigh, Daniel selected a sushi roll and brought it up to Sam, cupping a hand underneath it to catch it if it fell. As he placed the sushi on Sam’s tongue, Daniel made the mistake of looking his friend in the eyes. When he did, his breath hitched inside his throat. Daniel could feel as the air around them crackled with a charged energy that sparked to life as their gazes met. And Daniel felt himself unable to tear his eyes away from Sam as he slowly pulled his chopsticks away.

When Sam slipped the food into his mouth and began to chew, that was when Daniel was able to look away.

That was a few hours ago. The two of them were once again cuddled up on Danny’s couch, Sam trying his absolute best to get every part of his body touching every part of Daniel’s. They had thrown on a crime procedural show; Bones or Law & Order, Daniel didn’t know. He was far too distracted by how Sam kept attempting to get Danny to kiss him or let him blow him or an assortment of other things that made his face glow bright red.

He’s not in his right mind, Daniel had to keep reminding himself. And he would not break to love-drugged Sam no matter how many times he would flash Danny those puppy eyes that would normally make him fold like a house of cards under a slight breeze.

“Daaaaaaaanyyyyyyyyyy,” Sam sang, wiggling himself onto Danny’s lap in order to plant himself right in front of Daniel’s field of view. He would no longer be ignored, despite the fact that Sam had always had Danny’s full attention; he just was acting as though he hadn’t.

“Sam, I’m trying to watch this,” Daniel weakly protested. He had no idea what the plot of the episode was, much less the actual name of the show.

“Watch me instead,” Sam whined, his shoulders slouching as he theatrically threw his head back in frustration, “you’ve been ignoring me all day.”

“That’s not true-”

“It’s like you don’t love me.” And that was what finally caused Daniel to break his facade. He looked Sam right in the eyes, taking in the pout of his lips and the dejected nature of his eyes. Daniel isn’t ashamed to admit that he felt his chest ache at the sight. There was genuine heartbreak in Sammy’s eyes that did nothing to quell the guilt that had been thrumming through Daniel’s veins all day.

Sam could not have been further from the truth, really. Daniel did love Sam. Like, embarrassingly so. He felt it swelling in his chest every second that he spent with Sam, even when he wasn’t with him. Actually, that was when he felt it the most, when Sam wasn’t with him. Those were the moments when he found himself wishing for the man to be near, feeling his heart long for his calming and wonderful presence.

But, he knew Sam didn’t feel that way about Daniel. Danny knew Sam the best out of everyone on earth; he’d be able to tell who Sam was in love with. It wasn’t Daniel.

“That-That’s not…” Danny didn’t know how to answer that. He really didn’t. He had no idea if Sam would remember anything from this after the potion wore off. He really did not want to risk the most precious thing in his life.

Instead, Daniel just gently lowered Sam’s head down into the crook of his neck, wrapping his arms around Sam in order to pull him as tightly against his chest as he could. If he couldn’t say it, he’d show it.

Sam calmed down after that, apparently perfectly content to just exist inside of Danny’s personal space. It wasn’t long after that Daniel felt drowsiness creep up on him. Despite not doing much moving around considering the human ball and chain known as Samuel Kiszka was attached to him all day prevented that, he was still exhausted. Emotionally, that is. Who knew having the love of your life falsely confessing his love for you would be so draining? Danny sure didn’t.

“Alright,” Danny yawned, reaching for the remote to turn off the tv, “time for bed.”

“Carry me,” Sam murmured, already half asleep against Danny.

“Sam…” Daniel protested with a sigh, knowing that he was going to anyway but hoping Sam would change his mind.

“Please, baby,” the bassist whined, moving his head so that one eye poked out from his curtain of hair to give Danny that wretched Puppy Look.

Like the whipped man that he was, Danny just sighed as his shoulders sagged in defeat. After shuffling around Sam’s limbs to better fit around Danny as he stood, Daniel walked the two of them up to his bedroom. Danny decidedly did not think about what this would look like to an outsider.

“When did you get so heavy,” Danny grunted halfway up the stairs.

“It’s not nice to comment on a lady’s weight,” Sam shot back, his face still completely nuzzled into Danny’s neck. The breath of his words made Daniel have to suppress a shiver.

“Oh, I didn’t know I was talking to a lady.”

Sam giggled, the vibrant and gorgeous sound making Danny’s heart soar.

Jesus, he was so doomed.

+++

It had taken some master level bargaining on Daniel’s part, but he was able to convince Sam to leave him alone long enough so that they could each finish their nighttime routines. Daniel had just loaned Sam a pair of his sleep shorts and a shirt to use as pajamas; the shorts were just a bit too big on Sam and caused the waistband to sit dangerously low on his hips. Daniel found himself having to force his eyes to focus on anything other than that sliver of skin on Sam’s abdomen, which was an incredibly hard task.

Daniel was far from surprised when Sam had climbed into the bed next to him and proceeded to wrap all of his limbs around Danny. It was like the man had managed to find the exact places where he would fit perfectly against Danny like he was meant to be there. Frankly, it was driving Daniel mad.

“Don’t I get a kiss goodnight?” Sam hummed directly into the drummer’s ear, able to feel the vibrations in his best friend’s chest that was pressed into his side.

The question made Danny sigh. He knew what would happen if he said no.

“You’re going to keep going until I snap or give in, won’t you?” Daniel addressed the ceiling, unsure if he was speaking to Sam or god at this point.

“Yep,” Sam replied, popping the P in the word. Daniel could hear the mischievous smile in his words.

Now, it was just a matter of weighing Daniel’s conscience against his desire to get some goddamn rest. And, well, he’d be lying if he said he didn’t want to kiss Sam. But, once again, not like this. But… well, it wasn’t like they hadn’t kissed before. It happened a few years ago when they were both drunk; the both of them had laughed it off afterwards, but neither of them spoke of it again. Danny was sure that if he had explained to Sam that he was only doing it to get him to relent so that he could sleep, Sam would understand. Hell, this would be far from the first time Danny had done something Sam had asked of him to get him to shut up so he could sleep.

“Fine,” Daniel had begrudgingly agreed, the word sighed out. But, before he could tell Sam that he was only going to get a quick peck and nothing else, Sam had pounced.

Danny’s cries of protest had been drowned out by the press of Sam’s unfairly soft lips, his facial hair not an unpleasant bristle against his skin. But, no matter how good it felt, Danny couldn’t allow this to continue. There was just one small problem: Sam had managed to snake his hands from where they had wrapped around Danny’s torso to his head. He felt those lithe fingers weave their way into his curls, locking him in place like a boa constrictor did with their prey. No matter how… how hot that was, Daniel was the one in his right mind. He was the one responsible for his own action, so that meant he had to… to… oh, dear lord, Sam’s tongue was soft; feeling like the finest velvet money could buy. It beckoned Daniel’s own tongue, gently pleading with it to slip inside Sam’s mouth. And, truly, who was Danny to argue? And, god forgive him, Sam’s mouth was so warm and inviting, it should be a sin.

Daniel blames his fixation on Sam’s mouth for the reason he failed to notice just how long their kiss had lasted. What finally broke him out of his trance was when Sam’s thigh slipped its way between Daniel’s own, brushing against his interested dick and pulling a surprised yelp from his lips.

Fighting against Sam’s, admittedly strong, grip on his hair, Daniel pulled away from Sam. He made sure to physically push away Sam’s thigh from its spot between Danny’s legs, knowing that should have been his first act. He was out of breath; another indicator for just how he had failed to be responsible. And looking into Sam’s confused and hurt eyes did nothing to help the guilt mushrooming within his chest.

“You’ll thank me later,” Daniel explained, even sounding out of breath as he tried to put as much distance between himself and Sam as the love-drugged man would allow. Or you’ll hate me later.

“But what about here and now?” Sam whined, closing the precious distance Danny had built up.

“You got what you wanted-” and fucking then some, “-just go to sleep.”

“Daaaaaaaan-”

“Go to sleep, Sam.” Daniel snapped, immediately regretting his tone as soon as he saw the genuine hurt in those amber eyes.

With a scowl, Sam settled down into the sheets. What hurt the most, though, was when Sam had retracted all of his limbs from where they intertwined with Daniel’s, flipping on his side to face away from his best friend. Despite having wished for it all day, Danny had no idea it would hurt so fucking much.

Even though he wanted to so fucking badly, Daniel did not reconcile the situation. It was for the best, he had to tell himself. This way, Daniel would be able to actually sleep and Sam wouldn’t be as weirded out towards Danny when he inevitably snapped out of this spell.

It was for the best.

Then why does it feel so wrong?

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Daniel had gotten no sleep.

Despite how much he tried, it seemed that every time he closed his eyes he was met by the image of Sammy’s disappointed face. He knew, deep down, that it was the right thing for him to do, to push Sam away like that. But that really was a thin comfort when the hurt in Sam’s eyes before he disentangled himself from Danny was still playing on loop in his head. Isn’t that what he had been trying to avoid this whole time? Hurting Sam? And, somehow, he had managed to do just that. It was frustrating and exhausting and Danny just wanted to get some fucking sleep.

Through the night, however, Sam had managed to intertwine himself once more with Danny. It felt like a hollow victory. And when he eventually, slowly, woke up, Sam had seemed to be completely over their spat from the night prior.

He had simply stretched his arms over his head, his hair a mess of tangles and static, and asked Daniel about breakfast. How Danny had wished that he could just brush off what happened the night prior.

The rest of the day had happened much like the day before; Sam refusing to let Danny stray too far from his touch. It had been inconvenient as Danny tried to go about his day with another person attached to him at the hip. However, he was able to adapt by lunch time. Sammy was still whispering things in his ear that made his blood simmer in his veins and did nothing to suppress his guilt at what images and scenarios his brain supplied him with.

Daniel had resigned himself to the fact that his day now would revolve around Sam entirely. He had wanted to go to the grocery store to restock his fridge that was becoming barren, but he knew there was the possibility that someone would recognize the two of them and their… compromising position.

So, instead of going out and being productive like he had wanted to, he sequestered the two of them to his house. They settled on a Harry Potter marathon, Daniel once again unable to focus on the screen whatsoever with Sam pawing at him continuously. Daniel had ordered food and plopped the two of them on the couch.

By the fourth movie, Sam had fallen asleep in Danny’s lap. Daniel, now with those doe eyes off of him, felt that he was finally able to end his guise of watching the screen. It had reached the late afternoon, that golden light sun streaming in through the windows of his living room and highlighting the lazy dust mites floating in the air. Most devastatingly, however, was how that sun had focused on Sammy’s profile. The man looked angelic, ethereal in a way that should not be feasible for a mortal. His hair glowed a golden hue, making it look like a halo was crowned onto his head. It made Danny’s heart ache within his chest.

Daniel had been so distracted by how gorgeous his best friend looked that he failed to really notice that Sammy was beginning to wake up.

“Daniel?” Sam’s voice was gravelly again. Danny felt his eyes focus on Sam’s, snapping him back into his own mind.

“Sam?”

“Wh… What happened?” Sam had lifted himself off of Danny’s chest, sliding a hand from where it rested on the small of Danny’s back to grab at his head. He blinked rapidly, sweeping his eyes around the room as if it was foreign to him with a grimace on his face.

“How much do you remember?”

There was a pause before Sam responded, his eyes sliding their focus in on Danny’s. “Remember? Dan, I’m not missing any time.”

And if that didn’t make Daniel’s blood run cold.

“So… So…” Danny couldn’t spit it out. No matter how much he wanted to, he just couldn’t say that Sam knew everything. That would make it real.

“So… what happened?” Sam prompted again, seeming to be more lucid with each passing second.

Danny involuntarily gulped, feeling a cold sweat breaking out across his skin. Why was he so nervous? It wasn’t that hard to say what happened; he already told the twins. So why the hell was it so difficult to look Sam in the eye.

“You… You remember that vial from my jacket that you drank?”

“Mhm, tasted like bubblegum.”

“...Yeah. Well, that uhh…”

Oh, for fucks sake! Just say it!

“It was a love potion,” Daniel rushed out, the words all mushing together to sound like one long word.

Another beat of silence passed between the two, Sam staring down at Daniel from his perch in his lap and Daniel looking everywhere he could that wasn’t Sam’s eyes. He really wished Sam would move, it would at least help the raging blush on his cheeks. At least slightly.

“Oh, sick!!”

Finally, Daniel looked Sam in the eye. Of all the ways he had forecasted that Sam would react to that information, enthusiasm and whimsy was not even on the list. He had expected Sam to get awkward, to politely remove himself from Danny’s touch and make an exit as quickly as possible. He had far from expected Sam to link his hands behind Danny’s neck and eagerly inquire about the potion.

“Dude, that’s so cool! You know what this means, don’t you??”

“...No?”

“Magic is real! And we just proved it!!” Sam’s smile was huge, bright enough to outshine the sun.

“Sam-”

“So, like, how does it actually work? Like, I remember that conversation we had with the witch about it only affecting those who already are in love, or whatever, but did she say the actual mechanics of how it worked? Like, is there a special ingredient that it needs to work?” Sam reminded Danny of a puppy in that moment. His eyes were bright and full of enthusiasm, his entire body buzzing with an energy that made it impossible for him to sit still.

This time, it was Daniel who failed to give a timely response. His mind was too busy reeling over what Sam had glossed over during his rambling to properly process the man’s question. Realizing that the reason Sam was looking at him so expectantly was due to him waiting on the drummer, Danny shook his head to force it to work.

“H-Hold on,” he began, taking a hand that had rested on Sam’s waist and bringing it up to his forehead, “you… you remember that conversation?? You were asleep!!”

Danny hadn’t meant for his voice to come out like a screech, however he was just so damn confused that he really couldn’t focus the brain power on proper speech etiquette.

“What?” Now it was Sam’s turn to knit his brow in confusion. “Oh, yeah! No, I was just faking it. It’s an old trick I pull out sometimes to get out of work; I started doing it so that Jake, Josh, and Ronnie were stuck doing chores instead of me.”

Daniel felt like he was losing his mind. How was Sam so goddamn chipper about this??

“Ok. Ok. Oh my god.” Daniel forced himself to take a breath. It felt as if his entire world was crumbling beneath his feet and his brain was struggling to keep up with the rapidly shifting terrain.

“So, you remember that whole conversation.” It wasn’t a question, though Danny had intended it to be.

“Yep!” Danny felt a piece of his soul die at the chipper tone Sam used. He elected to ignore it.

“And… that means you understand how it actually works…”

“Apparently better than you did, Danny Boy,” Sam snarked, a playful grin that bordered on flirtatious spreading across his lips.

Danny could only stare incredulously at Sam.

“And you’re ok with it??”

“...Yeah,” Sam answered slowly, “I already knew I was in love with you.”

And that, right there, was how Daniel Wagner died. In retrospect, he had a good go of it. He was able to follow his dreams, be a rockstar. If he had to pick one, he’d say his one regret in life was ever befriending Samuel fucking Kiszka. It would have saved his life, after all.

“Danny?”

Sammy’s voice snapped him out of his cardiac arrest, pulling him back to the present.

“Y-You… You…” Once again, Daniel felt like his brain was melting out of his head and pouring out of his ears. This can’t be real. Like, it just can’t. “You already… me??”

“Yeah…” Sammy was looking at him strangely, as if Danny were the one acting weird.

“You realize what you just told me, right??”

“I don’t understand why you’re acting so surprised. You already knew this.”

Danny tried to follow Sam’s logic in his head, he really did. He was still under the spell. He had to be. It was the only way Sam’s behavior made any sense to him.

“Sam… you were drugged, ok? I don’t know exactly how, but those… your… actions were not your own,” Danny tried to explain, careful and gentle as possible.

Then, it was as if a lightbulb went off inside Sam’s head. Daniel felt relief hit him; finally Sam got it. They could move past this and save their friendship.

“Daniel, look at me,” Sammy slid his hands from behind Daniel’s neck to rest them on the sides of his face, positioning it so that Danny had to look at him, “I am not under any spell right now. I am in my sane mind, do you get me?”

Danny opened his mouth to speak, but Sam cut him off before he had the ability to protest.

“I am so fucking in love with you. Like, so fucking in love it’s probably illegal. And that was why the potion worked. Because I am in love with you. If I wasn’t, it wouldn’t have worked at all… do you understand what I am telling you in very clear, not-able-to-be-misinterpreted words?” Sam had said every sentence slowly and with a gravity to it that left no room for debate. They were spoken as fact; as law. Just how energy cannot be created nor destroyed, Sam Kiszka was in love with Daniel Wagner.

Yet Daniel still had a hard time grasping the concept.

“But… all that… that cuddling and-and kissing and all that… you’ve never acted that way before,” Daniel reasoned, believing this to be the work of the potion and hard evidence to support that belief.

Sam just laughed, the noise warming up the ice that had frozen in Danny’s veins.

“I always wanna kiss you, Daniel. The only reason I hadn’t yet was because I didn’t think you wanted me that way. And before you try and say it was the potion forcing me, it just never occurred to me to not act upon my feelings.”

Danny was still apprehensive, unable to fully grapple with the concept that Sam wanted to kiss him at all times. But, he was beginning to see what everyone had been telling him the past 24 hours.

“...Prove it.”

With nothing but a quick “ok” spoken under his breath, Sam wasted no time launching forward and locking his lips with Danny’s. His hands slid from Danny’s cheeks to the back of his head, manipulating it so that Sam could tip it back and deepen the kiss. Once again, Danny felt dizzy. But, unlike the other kiss the two of them shared last night, this one was quick and urgent. Sam had something to prove and he was not about to let Daniel walk away from this without getting his point through Danny’s thick skull.

It was Sam who eventually pulled away, having to gasp for air.

“Holy shit,” Danny panted, his head feeling woozy as he took in the sight of his best friend looking absolutely ruined, yet giddy just from his lips.

“Yeah,” Sam breathed in response, his smile turning dopey as he laughed.

“You… You love me…”

Danny watched in real time the excitement and shock that flooded Sam’s eyes.

“Oh, thank fucking god,” Sam quickly uttered, throwing his head back, “YOU FINALLY GET IT!” Sam had taken to shaking Danny by the shoulders.

“That’s actually great news because I’m also in love with you,” Daniel admitted, a giddiness of his own flooding his veins at finally being able to say those words out loud to Sam.

“I would fucking hope so, you dense idiot.” There was no malice in Sam’s words. Quite the opposite, really. He had leaned back down onto Danny’s chest, burying his face into Danny’s neck as they embraced.

“Wait… when did you-”

“Truthfully? When we graduated.”

Daniel started to process what that meant. Since we graduated…

“YOU MEAN WE ACTUALLY COULD’VE FUCKED THIS WHOLE TIME??”

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abiiors · 10 months

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I’ve got a matty request if that’s okay? Just seen the video of matty singing about you with Carly at Finsbury Park and my heart is so full!! Could I request a fic where y/n comes to sing it on stage with matty and he’s all soft and cuddly and so in awe of her in front of everyone? No worries not, just love your writing and wanted to ask!!

something very small and mediocre at best but i'm trying haha. thanks to @toomuchracket for the name idea (you'll see which one 🤭)

god can you imagineeeee??? i had to look up the setlist of the show once again but i think it happens after they’ve performed the sound. you’ve been wired and you’re ready, waiting backstage, pacing nervously. five more minutes till you’re supposed to go on. a stage tech has already told you that and given you a little reassuring smile but it barely helps. there are fifty thousand people. fifty thousand. how are you even supposed to comprehend that number? let alone go out and perform in front of them all? so you just watch him on stage in his element. he’s dancing and singing and just being a star really. matty with a side of truman. your heart thumps in tandem with the beats of the sound, right in your fucking throat.

the song ends, cheers go up, matty does something cutesy before his voice crackles in your ear. “ready?”

you nod to yourself, throat dry, before realising he can’t see you. “yeah,” it’s barely a squeak. “yep.”

there’s a very brief pause before he goes back to chatting with the crowd, being perfect as always. the people cheer along—it’s louder than anything you’ve ever heard before. matty knows you well though, because seconds later his voice is back in your ear.

“you’re nervous,” he says. “it’s okay. so am i.”

that makes you giggle a little. it’s matty fucking healy, this is what he does every night. yet you know he’s not lying when he says he’s nervous. the little tells are there; how he swallows roughly, and fidgets with the mic wire more than usual. on stage, jamie starts a melody on the piano. this is your cue, you realise. you’re supposed to walk on stage as soon as adam starts strumming the guitar. your body stays frozen on the side of the stage, and matty extends a hand, smiling as if it’s only you in here and no one else.

you walk forward, only looking at matty and his outstretched hand, as adam starts strumming his guitar—a sweet acoustic tune. the cameras focus on you and matty, then zoom in a little to only show your face on the big screens—you in your flowy blue dress, complementing matty’s cream suit perfectly. a cheer goes up and stops abruptly as you look at the crowd for the first time. why did they stop all of a sudden? the reason becomes clear pretty quickly however. it’s not you, it’s the name that appears on the screen right below your face.

your first name that everyone’s familiar with. and then healy.

a collective gasp runs through the crowd before a cheer goes up so loud that you instinctively cover your ears despite having the noise-cancelling earplugs in. matty laughs and mouths something that vaguely looks like “the cat’s out of the bag” before he brings the mic up to his mouth and starts singing.

“you are mine, i’ve been drowning in you.” it’s a beautiful acoustic rendition of then because she goes. really the most perfect song he could have chosen. and as soon as his arms are around you, you forget the crowd, the cameras. you forget the loud cheers and the thousands of voices singing along. all that stays is his voice and his arms and his smile. and the way he looks at you—eyes soft, almost pools of honey in the golden light that falls on him. it’s easier to sing this way when you’re just looking at him.

it’s easier to the say “i love you” over and over again just to him. the easiest thing in the whole world.

but matty knows how nerve wracking it is. and as your voice mix with each other, creating the perfect harmony, you sway in each other’s arms lightly, feeling each and every word of the song. you use your unoccupied hand to hold his, just something to ground you a bit more. and of course, he wastes no time bringing your hand up to his lips to press a kiss right above the ring you’ve chosen to wear so proudly today. a loud chorus of awwws goes up, making matty’s cheeks tinge pink. utterly adorable and heartwarming.

and simply perfect.

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sharkksee · 6 months

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DISASTROUS DATE !!

⸻ Tim Drake , 1572 words.

The movie plays, the dark light of the screen playing on their faces as attentive eyes take in the scenes. You could hear the speakers increasing the sounds, the murmurs subsided and the cell phone screens went off.

Tim's index finger tapped anxiously on the bucket of popcorn, which they had already been emptying less than halfway through the movie.

Tim had been preparing this abruptly, feeling the necessary opportunity to be able to go out with you, as an apology since he had to miss the multiple outings that you were trying to have with him. His mission as Red Robin had taken up a lot of his free time to be able to have a normal life with you.

After playing for about half an hour, the movie was already getting boring. It was too horrible in every way and the plot was too cheap, Tim could guess the ending without having seen the title.

It was almost a bad joke. He had to plan everything, including tickets, your schedules, his schedules, asking Bruce for some time off, and working overtime on his missions to leave the rest less.

He did everything to be able to spend time with you, and in the end he feels like he ruined it.

Tim feels like he's been ruining every minute that's passed, and he thinks. Why didn't you do more research on the film? Oh, right, because he was spending constant hours without sleep doing his irritable hero job of taking on pesky villains and taking care of the city that was dying to pieces.

You're stared at the screen, attentive to the boring scenes of the movie on the big screen. For him, you are the most beautiful person in life.

“Hm…. Are you enjoying it?” He asked in a whisper. Tim felt guilty ruining the date with this movie. He could feel that he must be ruining the date.

You listen to Tim, and turns your head. Picking up a couple of popcorn and putting them in your mouth.

“I like it, and you?” It could be a white lie, but you didn't want him to worry.

“Hmmm.” He looked back at you as you ate your popcorn. He tapped his index finger on the table again as the movie dragged on. “This is soooo boring.” He muttered and looked over at you again. “You sure you're enjoying this?” He asked, still feeling a little guilt for dragging you into it.

“Well… the truth is that I'm dying of boredom.” You laugh, and continues eating the popcorn to kill time.

“Yeah, me too.” He said with a sigh. Tim knew he had failed at making this date special for you. They were just sitting here like two bored kids on a Sunday afternoon. His eyes looked back at the screen, waiting for something exciting to happen.

“Don't worry, don't worry. The good thing about this is that I'm with you.” You say and lean forward to kiss him on the cheek, which makes Tim tense.

“Do you want to leave? I mean… we could always go somewhere else.” He suggested, feeling bad about ruining your night. The flickering lights of the theater seemed to mock them, their desperate attempt to find something entertaining in this god-awful movie.

Tim hated disappointing people, especially you. You were the only bright light in his life, surrounded by darkness and chaos. And here he was, ruining even this little moment they had together. But then you speak, and your words light up the room for him. It's not how he imagined it would be; you weren't angry or disappointed. You even laughed about it.

“Yeah, let's just go somewhere else.” You answer to him, and he's feeling relieved. At least this date isn't completely ruined yet.

Tim stands up, offering his hand to you. He wants to make sure that everything is still fine between them. Even though he knows it's silly, he feels like he needs to prove himself somehow. To show that despite all his flaws, he can still make things fun and exciting for you.

He leads you out of the dark theater into the bright neon lights of Gotham's streets. The city never sleeps, but tonight it seems even more alive than usual. Couples walk past them, some laughing, others holding hands tightly. Tim feels a pang of jealousy deep inside him. Why couldn't he just be like they with you? He's like a ridiculous child.

Just as Tim had those thoughts, you takes his hand and looks down, looking at their intertwined hands, enjoying the touch. You looks at Tim and smiles warmly.

Tim's mind starts working fast like a complex machine. There's an idea brewing inside him, and he knows that if it works out, it might just save the date. It's risky, but hey, when you're on a mission to impress your girlfriend, how can you afford to take risks?

He sees the smile on your face, and it's like a ray of sunshine breaking through the dark clouds in his mind. It feels as if everything is suddenly okay again. Just seeing you happy makes all the stress and guilt go away for a moment.

His thoughts are interrupted when you squeeze his hand gently. You look up at him with those beautiful eyes, full of understanding and affection. He tightens your hand lightly, not wanting to scare you with how much this small gesture means to him. But he knows that, even though he tries to hide it, you can see the love and affection in his eyes. “Let's just walk around, maybe we'll find something fun to do.” Tim says, trying to sound casual but failing miserably.

They walk down streets filled with neon lights and loud music. There are people everywhere, laughing, talking, enjoying themselves. It's almost overwhelming after being stuck inside the dark theater for so long. The smell of hot dogs and cotton candy mixes with the exhaust fumes from passing cars. It's chaotic yet somehow comforting, like being part of a bustling ecosystem.

He feels guilty for bringing you here; this isn't how he imagined their date would go. They were supposed to have dinner at some fancy restaurant or something romantic like watching stars in Central Park. But they never seemed to have time for those things anymore.

“Maybe we could get some ice cream?” Tim suggests, feeling silly even asking such a simple question.

“I like the idea.” You nod with a smile as looks at Tim. “I love ice cream.”

He feels a sense of relief wash over him as you agree to his suggestion. It's not much, but it's something. Something that might just make this date worthwhile after all. They walk hand in hand towards the nearest ice cream parlor, both trying to ignore the cold wind that's picking up outside. He knows that this is his chance to make things right. To show you that he cares about more than just being a hero. That he can be a good boyfriend too.

They find an ice cream parlor not far from where they are, and Tim leads the way inside. The place is filled in the smell with freshly made waffle cones, vanilla and chocolate, and there are people of all ages enjoying their treats. It feels like a small oasis in the middle of the chaotic city.

As they wait in line, Tim takes the opportunity to wrap his arm around your waist, pulling you closer to him. You don't resist, and for a moment, everything else fades away. It's just the two of them, standing in line for ice cream on a Friday night. And it feels perfect.

Finally, it's their turn at the counter. Tim orders two scoops of your favorite flavor - chocolate chip cookie dough. As he hands you the cup, he leans in close and whispers in your ear. “You know what I love about this moment?” You shake your head, confused. “The anticipation,” he says, winking at you.

“Anticipation?” You repeat, chuckling softly.

“Yes!” he exclaims. “The anticipation of digging into this delicious ice cream.” And with that, he takes a bite of his ice cream as he hands you yours.

She lets out a laugh at Tim's actions, grabbing her ice cream as she smiles at her boyfriend. “You're silly.” She says teasingly as she began to eat her own ice cream.

“And you're beautiful,” he replies, taking a bite of his own ice cream. He watches as you savor each spoonful, enjoying the simple pleasure of this moment together. It may not be the most exciting date they've ever had, but it's something that neither of them will ever forget.

He watches as you eat your ice cream, enjoying the sight of your lips wrapped around the spoon. It's such a simple thing, but it fills him with joy. You look so happy, and he feels like everything is going to be okay. At least for tonight. He loved that smile and didn't want to see you cry over the ice cream, even when you dropped yours because of a stray dog.

As they walk back through the streets of Gotham, hand in hand, Tim knows that no matter what challenges lie ahead, he will always do everything in his power to make sure that you are safe, loved, and happy. And even if things don't always go according to plan, at least they can find comfort in each other's arms. Because in the end, that's all that really matters. Because with you, even the most ordinary moments can become extraordinary.

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theyhavetakenovermylife · 4 months

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That one ask you received unlocked something in me for…. pls I need 2003 or bayverse calling reader babygirl….. (maybe reader a bit of a tomboy / go more for a androgynous look and deadass never had anyone making that sort move w them) resulting into reader being utterly flustered with flirting / teasing / whatever, bring on the big guns (pls for the love of GOD)

Babygirl (Fluff)

2003!Michelangelo x reader

A/N: Tomorrow I will call my gay friend Babygirl instead of “Goth mami big titty girlfriend” and watch the horror on her face.

I’ve decided to make this with 2003 Mikey, because I thought he needed a little more love on my blog🧡

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Warning: Spelling, and the nickname “Babygirl” mentioned too many times for it to be legal.

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Date nights had become commonplace between you and Michelangelo, in the few weeks you had been together. Even before the two of you started dating, you would often spend your evenings together, watching whatever movie you found interesting that evening. Tonight was no different. The two of you were cuddled up on the couch in the lair, watching a movie on one of the many TV screens. Mikey’s arm was lazily wrapped over your shoulder, with you leaning against his side, munching on a pizza slice you had taken from the still warm pizza box on the coffee table.

Mikey looked from the movie to you, watching you as you ate, your legs tucked up under you, your attention locked onto the plot of the movie. A smile spread on Mikey’s face. You were adorable. Not that he would say it out loud. You hated it when he called you that. You had made that very clear to him back when you were just friends, giving him a furious lecture on why you were absolutely not adorable. But Mikey could not help but disagree. In his eyes you were the cutest. The most adorable bring he had ever seen. And that was a lot to say when Klunk was sleeping on the other side of the couch. But as Mikey watched you, he could not stop a mischievous idea that popped into his head. Mikey couldn't resist the opportunity to playfully rile you up. He never really had. It was one of the small joys in life that brought him just a little extra light during the day. Especially when you started lecturing him. He loved it!

Mikey turned to you with a grin, leaning close to your face, before he whispered into your ear; "Hey, Babygirl, pass me another slice of pizza, won't ya?"

Your eyes widened as you stopped chewing, and you shot him a glare, seeing the big mischievous smile on his face. "Mikey, we need to talk about this 'Babygirl' thing. I'm not a fan, you know".

The orange masked turtle just chuckled, clearly unfazed by your response. "Aw, come on, babe, it's just a little nickname. Can't a turtle show his girlfriend some love?"

You rolled your eyes, trying to keep a straight face. Why did he have to be such a charmer? Cursed be him and his ability to make you smile so easily. "Mikey, seriously, I'm your girlfriend and not your baby girl. I'm your equal in this relationship".

But Mikey, being the playful prankster that he was, couldn't resist the temptation to tease you further. Yet, he just rested his head against your shoulder, smiling sweetly at you. “If you say so, my beautiful girlfriend”, he said with an exaggerated sigh, meaning his head further to the side, as if he was taking in your beauty. “But for real though, will you pass me a slice?”

You snorted a laugh before grabbing a slice for your boyfriend. “Anything for you, prince charming”, you teased, tossing him the slice.

But if you thought that was the last you would hear of that god forsaken nickname, you were wrong. Throughout the night, Mikey continued to drop the endearing nickname, each time accompanied by a sly grin. Whether it was asking for more pizza, commenting on the movie, or simply stealing a glance, he managed to slip "Babygirl" into every conversation.

You, on the other hand, found yourself torn between annoyance and amusement. Despite your protests, there was a small part of you that couldn't deny the charm in Mikey's teasing. The more he used the nickname, the more it began to grow on you, even if you didn't want to admit it. You’d continuously tell him to knock it off, and playfully punch him when he didn’t.

As the night progressed and you and Mikey retreated to his bedroom, the teasing reached its peak. Mikey, with a mischievous glint in his eye, wrapped his arms around you, smiling down at you. "Hey, Babygirl, how about a kiss for your favorite turtle?"

You couldn't help but burst into a hearty laughter, holding onto his sides as you leaned back. Mikey's relentless teasing had finally cracked through your resistance. "Fine, Mikey, you win. Just this once!"

And with that, you planted a playful kiss on Mikey's lips, causing him to grin triumphantly, pulling you even closer to him.

“I knew you would like it in the end, Babygirl”, he grinned.

“Michelangelo!”

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lookismfanfics · 5 months

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Idk if your requests are open but if so honestly I'm dying for any sort of Sinu and/or Vasco content you'd be willing to give

𝐃𝐢𝐦𝐩𝐥𝐞𝐬

Notes: I might have slipped fem-coded or fem pronouns into this. Sorry! Self conscious themes. Also, it’s just a little drabble :,)

Sinu x Reader

Genre: Fluff

“I don’t have dimples!” Sinu complains, poking the sides of his cheek roughly. He preens in the mirror for a bit, plucking at the side of his mouth with a frown. His hands brush stray strands of hair out of his eye every couple seconds.

You lounge on the sofa nearby, eyes glued to your phone. His grumbling rings in the back of your ears, and you shake your head.

“What’s that got to do with anything?” You ask. Sinu turns from the mirror, making a show of dramatically slouching towards you and flopping on the sofa. He pouts his lips and nuzzles into your stomach.

“Dimples are really in nowadays. Y’know… with those young kids and stuff-!” His voice is muffled in your shirt and tinted with some unfamiliar accent.

You resist rolling your eyes for the time being. Stroking his freshly-washed hair, you lean to press a kiss on his head. You sigh, “You kinda are a young kid, Sinu. You’re like— eighteen? Nineteen?”

He lets out a strangled groan and looks up at you. His dark eye sparkles. You catch sight of the goofy smile that spreads across his face. “Nah. I’m getting old.”

You roll your eyes and return your gaze to your phone. Sinu buries his face into your stomach once again. You stay that way for a while.

He scrolls on Newtube himself, eyes scouring the screen filled with attractive people. A diverse collection of strangers and videos wind up on his jumbled feed. That doesn’t matter though. He watches the things with the highest views. The videos everyone is fawning over. (He gets distracted by a couple cute dog videos which he sends to you. But anyway-)

Dimples. He sees a lot of them. The comments that flash on his screen ringing words of “he’s so hot” and “she’s gorgeous” only solidify his argument.

He should get dimples. Probably. You’re bound to love him.

Actually, Sinu isn’t self-conscious by default. He’s been told he’s good looking. He thanks the people showering him with compliments and winks. Ever since he lost his eye, though, he senses his handsomeness meter has depleted. He needs some redeeming trait. Something that calls attention away from his eye… just a little. Of course you’ve never even hinted that you find him imperfections unattractive. Sinu’s just… not the best at reading the room sometimes.

“That’s freaking expensive!” Sinu hollers, staring down at his phone in horror. A plastic surgery add flashes on the screen. Dimple surgery. He blinks in awe.

“What’s ‘freaking expensive’?” You ask, crawling onto the couch beside your boyfriend. Sinu hides his phone screen from you. He aggressively wraps his arm around your shoulders as a distraction. You don’t buy it.

“Ah… just stuff,” Sinu sighs. “I didn’t know you were here.”

His attempts to dance around the subject began to tire you out. You cupped his face and stroked your thumb across his cheeks. “C’mon Sinu. What is it?

He turns his phone screen towards you and flashes a sheepish grin. “Dimple surgery…?”

You stare at his screen for a while before signing. You lay down on his chest and wrap your arms under his. He places a hand against the small of your back.

“You know Sinu I don’t think you need it.”

You look up at him genuinely. His reply is only a soft smile. You close your eyes. The thought of Sinu changing at all is… bizarre— and anyways, you thought his smile was attractive enough on its own.

“You’ve never been trendy anyways…” you mumble.

Sinu laughs. “Cuz I’m a trendsetter.”

“Oh god…”

Needless to say… he didn’t really care for getting dimples anymore.

#sinu han #lookism #lookism webtoon #lookism manhwa #lookism spoilers #lookism x reader #big deal #Sinu x reader #Sinu han x reader #Lookism sinu x reader #Sinu x fem!reader #Sinu x male!reader #Sinu x gn reader #Lookismfanfics

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cvrnelians · 10 months

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unfollowed - chapter three

Kendall has been building up the courage to talk to you for a while now. When he finds your Twitter account, he sees this as the perfect opportunity to get to know you anonymously, without any preconceived notions.

He didn’t mean for it to go this far. He’s planning on telling you the truth eventually, he really is! One day. When it’s the right time.

Ideally, before you figure out he’s not Greg.

chapter one // chapter two

Loathe as you were to admit it, talking with Kendall felt kind of like a tennis match. Either that or a solid game of ping pong. Awkward as he was, conversations with your new internet friend flowed surprisingly well. He was just so funny. Unintentionally funny at times, but funny all the same.

Hey, have you ever been to Dundee?

You had woken up to a message from Kendall nearly every day since you first started communicating. That just so happened to be this morning’s message.

As in Dundee, Scotland?

You know where it is???? I wasn’t expecting you to know where it is.

Honestly no. I had to look it up. I’m not proud of that.

Wait, are you saying you think I’m stupid?

NO! No. Absolutely not. Not at all. You’re veeery smart. Very smart.

And I don’t speak to women like that, like ever. Not cool.

“Ohhhhh, okay,” you laughed to yourself, leaning back into your pillows and turning on the tv. You sighed as the image of Roman Roy smugly talking to (or rather, talking at) a group of reporters flashed onto the screen. Kendall Roy stood next to him, floating around like a storm cloud. Skulking. Nothing out of the ordinary there.

Kendall practically had to shove his brother into the car to get him to stop talking. He looked like he had hit his limit with whatever Roman had been up to that day. It was actually kind of comical, just how fed up he looked. At that moment, you almost liked him.

Almost.

“No more news,” you mumbled to yourself, switching to another streaming platform. You shifted your focus from the annoying men on tv to the annoying man in your phone.

I didn’t mean to imply that. It’s just that whenever I mention it, no one seems to know where it is. But I’d say it’s safe to assume you haven’t been to Dundee.

No, Kendall. No, I have not.

Aw, would you look at that? We’re on a first name basis now 🙂🎉

You smiled at your phone like an idiot.

I think we’re far past that, but don’t let it get to your head.

By the way, you have no room to talk when it comes to making assumptions about people. Just fyi.

I thought you said you didn’t talk to women like that.

I DON’T!!!

I’m not even being rude!!!

God, you’re such a smartass.

You enjoyed talking to him. You really did.

That was the thing, though. You were talking, but you weren’t really talking. It was all virtual. You had known this man for several weeks now, but still had yet to hear his voice or see his face. Twitter was the one and only platform you used to communicate. You didn’t even have his phone number.

But hey, I was wondering…

Would you like to maybe go someday?

Not sure, I don’t know much about it. I’d have to look into it.

Wait, do you mean with YOU?

Unless you know some other handsome guy who could show you around Dundee.

Um, what?

It was just so absurd. Maybe he was being hyperbolic? He had to have been. Or maybe he was just trying to show off how worldly he was. Kendall had a tendency to do that. He could be so flippant about things that were unattainable for the average person—traveling all around the world, buying the most expensive headphones known to man. You got the impression that he was either very well-off or at least trying to appear that way.

What do you think?

Ummmmmm…I’ve known you for approximately 12 minutes now.

Ummmmmm…You’ve known me for a number of weeks now, actually.

I’m just saying. It’s nice. I think you might like it.

Ummmmmm...I can’t tell if you’re joking or if I’m going to have to block you.

He responded within seconds.

NO. DON’T. I was just kidding.

You got up to shower and brush your teeth, leaving your phone on the nightstand. When you got back, you were amused to find that he had double texted you. Or multi-texted, rather…if that was even a word. Either or, he was backpedaling big time.

KIDDING!

Sort of. Mostly!!

I was only partially serious.

I can leave you alone if you want me to.

Omg, it’s fine. Geez lol. Calm down over there. We can do a rain check on Dundee. Y’know, for when we actually know what the other person looks like.

You’re curious about that, aren’t you? You’ve mentioned it a couple of times now.

That you had. Kendall had been very cagey about showing you a photo of himself. He attributed this to being insecure about his appearance. You had tried to reassure him that you didn’t care how he looked, but he would always come back with a “if you don't care, why are you asking to see what I look like in the first place???”

When you said that you didn’t really care what he looked like, it wasn’t that you weren’t curious about how he looked at all. What you didn’t care about was whether he was attractive to you or not. It wasn’t like you were using Twitter as a dating app. Besides, you could barely call him a friend. He was more of a friendly acquaintance than anything. You barely knew who he was, what his life was like.

The extent of which you knew about Kendall’s life:

He worked “in the corporate sector,” whatever that meant.

He traveled a lot for work.

He was big on trends—fashion, music, and otherwise.

He didn’t like to talk about his family.

He seemed to really like talking to you.

I don’t really have any other internet friends. It’s just odd. We’ve been talking for weeks but we’ve never even actually spoken to one another.

Aren’t you curious, too?

Uh oh. I didn’t think people your age still spoke to each other anymore.

You were suddenly hit with a reminder that Kendall was quite a bit older than you, at least a decade or more. In the back of your mind, you were suspicious of his motivations—mostly, his maturity level. You were a fully grown adult, but you were surprised that you even connected with him in the first place. He always seemed to know just what to say, just the right questions to ask. Sometimes he would suggest that you make certain plans that you had already made. It was like he had taken a peek inside your diary, or that long lost planner of yours.

Your planner. Oh, how you missed it.

You had been searching high and low for that thing for weeks now. It had been so oddly satisfying, scribbling important dates and times onto those pages. You were a visual learner. Writing things down that you needed to know helped you recall the details easier. The book sometimes got annoying to haul around with you, but you just couldn’t catch onto an electronic calendar.

You didn’t hate it or anything. You just liked to doodle.

It helped to purge some anxious energy. And lately, you really could’ve used an outlet to purge some anxious energy.

You were starting to give up hope that it would ever be found. You would probably just have to buy a new one.

Uh oh. I forgot that you’re ancient compared to me.

OUCH.

Rude.

Only kidding, Kenny. 40 isn’t old at all (are you 40?). You started the joke, though, so I felt like I had to follow through with it.

Kenny? I’m Kenny to you now?

My best friend calls me that.

Well, he’s got competition now, I guess.

I’ll have to tell him that. I’m gonna tell him that. Do you care if I tell him that?

You chuckled.

You didn’t answer my question, though. How old are you, exactly? You only gave me a general estimate. You never give me an actual answer when I ask.

You could see the little text bubble indicating that he was typing. It popped up, then disappeared; popped up, then disappeared. This went on for several minutes.

Please tell me you’re not actually like sixty or something. Have you been lying to me about your age?

Would you stop talking to me if I told you I was 40?

Um, no? Why would I do that? You already told me you were in your late thirties, early forties.

It’s just a pretty big age gap, is all.

So what? It’s not like we’re getting married or something.

We’re friends.

There was another long pause in between messages.

Yeah. Friends.

I’d like to give you my number, if you ever want to talk.

*Actually* talk, like you said.

I think I’d like that.

“Yeah,” you mumbled to yourself. “I think I would, too.”

Around forty five minutes later, you called.

His voice was deeper than you thought it would be.

It wasn't in a bad way.

📱

“Oh my god. Hold on. Is that Kendall Roy next to you?” you asked, your voice rising an octave. “You met him? You met him? Is that why you’re always talking about him like he’s god’s gift to humanity?”

There were many times throughout Kendall’s life in which he felt a pit in his stomach, but he had never felt quite like this.

This was just…weird.

“Um,” Kendall stammered, nearly dropping his phone. “Well, I uh—”

He had gone back and forth about it many times, whether or not to reveal his identity to you. He knew he would have to bite the bullet at some point, but he had not prepared for this. Texting you a photo of himself with Greg looming in the background was probably not his best idea.

He figured you would catch onto who he was once you saw the photo. It shouldn’t have been that hard to piece together, given all the things you’d talked about. He had brought up the Roys with you multiple times now. And well...fuck. His name was Kendall.

He wanted to tell you the truth. He really did. He just wasn’t sure how to broach the subject, or if this was even the right way to do it. Stalling was certainly a viable option. He could always send you the photo, pretend it was a joke, and ask you to wait a little longer before he showed you who he was. He seriously considered it.

“I can’t believe you didn’t tell me!” you exclaimed. “Wow. Kenny, either you are very, very tall or he is very, very short. Or maybe both? You’re absolutely towering over him in this photo.”

Ouch.

“You don’t look 40, though. It’s kind of creepy. Not that you look bad or anything! You look…nice.”

You were rambling. Nervous. Why were you nervous?

And then, he got it.

Awkward as he was, Greg was actually kind of photogenic. Kendall could tell by your tone that you were pleasantly surprised; at this, he was instantly annoyed. He thought he looked nice in that photo. Not Greg.

What, you liked guys like Greg? Greg?

“What kind of skincare routine are you doing?” you asked. "This is wild."

In the next ten seconds, Kendall did something he never thought he would do.

“Um…yeah. I uh…I get that all the time. I don’t use anything special. It’s just...genetics.”

Oh, fuck me.

#kendall roy x reader #kendall roy #succession

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Besties 8 (Story)

This was originally written as a continuation of a story by @wittlesissyb4by called Besties. Check out all their fantastic stories on Tumblr and SubscribeStar.

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"Ain't happening, piglet!" I scoffed, as I pressed the vibrator against the super sensitive head of his pathetic clitty. His eyes shot back in his skull, groaning and wailing in a combination of ecstasy and torment, wrestling with the restraints as sweat dripped down his flushed face. "But don't stress, Brandi, darling, we're just revving up!"

Preparing to step up his torment, I dipped my hand back into the bedside secret stash. "Well, well, well..." I whispered, charging the air with delicious dread. "Seems Mommy likes it when Daddy plays dirty, huh?" I plucked out the bondage tape, holding it in one hand while maintaining the vibrator's relentless assault. I tore a couple of strips and got to work, wrapping them secure tightly around his twitching, helpless sissy twig and the relentless vibrator.

I took a hot minute to soak in the pathetic sight of him. He was twitching all over, that sissy dick bouncing up and down as if begging for attention. The sheer desperation in his whimpers was just golden. "Aw, what's the matter, Brandon?" I spit out, smirking at his sissy ass. "Lost control, huh? Ugh, such a weakling."

Back at it with the toy, pressing it against his stiff cock. "So, are you picturing Heather and Conner together now, huh?" I could see a look of dread and excitement in that sorry excuse for a man's eyes. "Unlike your sorry ass, Conner's showing Heather what a real fuck feels like!" His humiliation grew as I laughed at him. "That's why you're stuck here in diapers and he gets to fuck your girlfriend!"

I wagged my finger in his face, watching him moan deeper. “I swear, Brandi, if you dare to spill even a smidge of pre-cum, I'll fucking lose it on you." I put on my best bitchy face, smirking down at him. "You better behave if you ever want a chance to make ‘cummies’ again," I chuckled, mocking him with air quotes. "Got it, princess?"

As Brandi there squirmed like a worm on a hook, I made myself comfy on the bed, resting my head on his pathetic chest. While he moaned and groaned in his pleasure/pain bubble, I geared up for some reading. "Heather's message time, sissy boy," I reminded him, winking.

"Damn, Heathers been a busy bee," I couldn't help but gawk at the flood of texts on my screen. Poor Brandi choked on his gag, wishing he was in Conor’s shows. The level of details in the texts I’m sure pinched him a little more. Boy, I was having a ball.

“Let’s see what Mommy says,” I winked and cleared my throat, doing my best impression of Heather. “‘Connor just loves how I’m a little cum slut for him. And the kinky shit he enjoys, oh my God girl! Like when I swallow his dick all the way to his balls," I paused, hooking Brandi with a wicked grin. “Apparently they’re trying new things tooâ€¦” I stopped for a minute to build the anticipation in Brandi’s eyes "...anal. She says he drools over her tight ass, he just can’t get enough of it.” I tried to get as dirty as possible, wanting to tear apart Brandi’s heart and still swell his cock in it’s cage. “She wants you to know that while she would never, EVER, lower herself to let you fuck her ass, 'Daddy Conner can plow her backdoor anytime he pleases'!" I sniggered, empathy or pity miles away from my mind. Brandon's humiliation thrilled me no end as Heather's texts added fuel to the fire.

"Got it, Brandi? This is what your sweet innocent girlfriend does with real studs." I flaunted the phone in my hands, detailing the fun sissy Brandi was losing out on. "She says she loves to be on her knees, worshiping his massive cocks. Her lips explore every inch, she says she would even rim his ass if he wanted. She says he's the alpha male, that she loves when he puts her on her knees, grabs her by the hair, and forces her to deep throat his massive cock. It turns her on so much when such a strong man is making her plead for him to jizz all over her face and tits.”

There I was, staring down at Brandon’s gross, ugly, sissy face. He had a disgusting mix of enjoyment tangled up with a last ditch effort to hold on to his long-lost manhood. "Seriously Brandi,” I rolled my eyes. You really thought you ever deserved Heather? Pathetic." This just about did it. I could see him getting as rigid as might be possible, his hands clawing white-knuckled at the bedspread. Poor sissy bitch was going to cum hearing about his girlfriend fucking another guy!

"Aww, relax, Brandi," I added in the very same sweet voice, holding his gaze like he was on a leash. "Guess what? Your sexy ass girlfriend has gotten lucky. She’s on to bigger and better things! Now she’s Conner's fucktoy.” I laughed; No shit sissy, how great is that? A serious improvement from the nightmare of your worthless ass humping on top of her for 30 seconds before spooging your sissy goo on her belly. She gets off every single time with him, can you believe that? Heather told me that you had never given her a single orgasm.” I leaned in, licking a tear from his cheek, loving how destroyed he looked. “She had nothing but lousy, fake moans for you every single time! You can't hold a candle to a real man like Conner, can you?" My lips curled in a wild smirk, and I could sense his orgasm coming quickly. "Heather owns you, but guess what? Conner fucking owns her. Guess that means you’re both his bitches!”

God, the loser was quaking like a leaf and his pitiful excuse for a dick was throbbing pathetically. "Got a problem, sissy Brandi?" I teased. The poor thing nearly creamed his Pampers hearing about how Heather had turned him into a cuck. I pressed up against him, my chest smothering his face while my hand held that buzzing toy against his sad little sissy clit.

He was like a puppet on my string, his body jerked on the brink of the sissygasm. The loser's eyes were bugging out of his skull - a hilarious sight as he suffered. "Come on, what’s the issue sissy?" I taunted, close enough to feel his pathetic panting against my skin. My own arousal was spiking as I got more wicked by the second. Licking his ear, my other hand sneaked into my panties, feeling extra naughty. Humiliating Brandon was pure ecstasy, sending thrilling shivers straight down to my swollen clit. I wanted to overpower him completely, make him crumble entirely.

“Mmm,” I moaned as I played with my clit, taking my hand out of my panties, my fingers slick with my own arasal. I ran my wet fingers over Brandon’s face and through his hair. “That’s it Sissy!” I cooed. "Cum for me, Brandi-Baby, let it all go," My voice was sugar sweet as I coaxed it out of him. Hah! As if that pathetic fool could ever cum like a real man. He was so close to losing it, his pleasure-painted face teetering on the edge of orgasm. "Show me what a tough guy you are, cum for your sweet cuckysitter!” I taunted, the thought of him caving to my demands making me even hotter. Turns out, there's nothing quite as amazing as taking a cocky jerk and grinding him down into a subservient, simping, and squirming sissy

"Ugh, Brandon, you pathetic loser!" I sneered down at him, watching his spunk settle in his nappy - still trickling out from his puny pecker. "Really, Brandi? Getting your sick kicks from hearing stories about your gal getting down with a real man?" I hopped off his chest, plonking myself beside the shrunken sissy. I dipped a finger in his loser puddle, taunting him with the evidence. "Aw, look! You're just a sick, messed up little cucky, aren't ya, girlie?" My sadistic grin was unshakeable as I saw the panic flash of humiliation across his face. "Ahh, sweetie, you're going to have to be punished now," I chuckled, his dread washing over his face. "Should've listened to Ms. Lyndsey when she told you not to spunk everywhere, ya helpless slut!"

#humili sissi

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Sibling moments in the Bad Batch that live rent free in my head

S1E11 "Devil's Deal" and S1E12 "Rescue on Ryloth"

The batch are literally in Devil's Deal for 2 minutes so we be doing a joint watch babes. Special recognition to the introduction of the greatest hair in the GAR, Captain Howzer, and a lot of screen time for my favorite babes who I wish would stop committing war crimes for the Empire

Devil's Deal

Nothing says family bonding like black market weapon runs

"Tech won't let me train until I can recite all the ship's specifications from memory" IS THE MOST SIBLING THING TO EVER SIBLING LIKE NO YOU CAN'T PLAY WITH MY TOY UNTIL YOU CAN TELL ME EVERY FACT ABOUT IT GOOD LUCK IT'S GOING TO TAKE YOU YEARS

You can't tell me Omega doesn't know all the things she's showing Hera because she's 10000% sat in the copilot chair while Tech flew and asked "what's this? and what's this? and what's this?" repeatedly for days and it was probably the best days of Tech's life

"Did you know flying's about a feeling?" and Tech's immediately concerned "What feeling?" while giving concerned eyes at Hunter

Rescue on Ryloth angsty siblings 👏 angsty siblings 👏 angsty siblings 👏

Crosshair babe please stop hunting down children

Hunter's immediate appearance as soon as he hears sparks and a mini explosion happening

Gonky is the best side character of TBB

"You gave her our comm channel?" oh no big bro is exasperated

Hunter getting absolutely owned by the optimism and rose colored glasses of a pre-teen girl

His face is so "god dam it I'm really proud of you right now but I also wish you'd take a break for just one second"

Tech and Wrecker glance Tech and Wrecker glance

After Hera says "I don't have anyone else to ask", Echo mirrors Omega's same facial expressions and head movements behind her, the little empathetic babes

The grumbles after Omega points out Crosshair's there 😂😂

Here's why I'm putting that as a sibling moment - we've seen this squad face down entire cities worth of troopers at this point (Raxus was just 2 episodes ago, and we've seen them take on 3 ships worth of clones too) without even batting an eye. But one sighting of Crosshair and they're all grumbling and that's what throws them in the "we can't pull this off mentality" and I interpret that as coming from the continuing theme of the Batch being so proud of each other's skills and enhancements, they're so in awe of each other, and the only thing that could ever give them a challenge is one of them. He may be their enemy right now, but they still believe in Crosshair's skillset so much that just him makes them decide to abandon the mission

Wrecker's smile at Echo when Hunter drops down on the probe droid

Crosshair seeing a from-above POV scan of the Batch and knowing exactly where they would've been staking out

"She's trying to save her family, Hunter. I'd do the same for you" BOOM OMEGA COMING IN WITH THE FAMILY FEELS ARROW RIGHT IN THE CHEST

Oh no, this one really hurts after season 2

"We have a battalion of troopers right outside." immediately countered by Crosshair's "That's not enough!" emphasized so much he's jabbing his finger into Rampart's desk. They may be enemies but god these bros are all up in the proud feels

Shout out to Howzer for standing down immediately when Crosshair started glaring at him. Smart guy knows a battle he won't win

"Because he's my brother." this is such a cute Omega episode

Omega's coaching Hera about coming up with a plan is 100% Hunter teachings

"Wh-that was my plan!" sibling 101: never let them have credit

Wrecker and Echo glance Wrecker and Echo glance

the surprised "Really?"s when Hunter gives the ok on the plan like they can't believe their hairbrained scheme actually worked on big bro

Tech's fun smirk when Omega says "Do some damage Wrecker" and Wrecker starts laughing in the gunner seat

Crosshair figuring out the true plan like god dam it they were all so in synch I need a Bad Batch curing the clone wars show immediately I will literally fund it with the $10 in my bank account

The Hunter and Crosshair cut scene stares

Wrecker's high five with Omega on Ord Mantell 😂 he's so proud of his little war criminal sister

Nothing like sibling bonding via showing how to scramble a ship's signature

Tech and Wrecker's smiles at Omega they're so proud of her for making a friend

#divider by djarrex #the bad batch #star wars #tay rewatches the bad batch #tech #omega #crosshair #wrecker #hunter #echo #it makes me so happy when i get to write all 6 of them in here #even if toothpick is v in the clutches right now

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I wonder what henrys reaction would be to you watching a film he's in but you didn't know he was in it before you started watching.

Since you'd moved in with Henry there were some basic ground 'rules' or agreements put in place, mostly so that when you were both there and not off on filming schedules you didn't get under each others feet. Absence makes the heart grow fonder, but spending every free second with someone can drive a person insane. It was agreed that one night a week Henry had unlimited time to play games on his PC and you could watch whatever you wanted on TV, no matter how trashy, scary, or corny it was. Anything from 'reality' shows that were hyped for the cameras to old movies, after all thanks to Henry's Netflix contract he had unlimited worldwide access to their entire catalogue with no location restrictions.

Tonight was no different. In between jobs, the house was clean and tidy, Kal walked and now snoring in the hallway, Henry had pressed a kiss to the tip of your nose as you'd made your way into separate rooms, the whirr of Henry's PC starting up louder than the Dun Dun of Netflix loading. Scrolling through the titles that had been recommended based on your recent views, you spied an older movie from well over a decade ago, and upon checking the brief bio you saw it had the guy from the Marvel show you liked and also the other dude from the show where everyone was doing magic and it all seemed quite Russian.

An hour into the movie you were entranced, staring at the screen as the story about the fallen star had captured your attention completely, not even noticing the noises from the room next door had stopped until Henry had come sit next to you;

"What you watch... Oh, Stardust"

Henry would regularly trot back and forth from the kitchen to his gaming room to get drinks and snacks, but he never usually stopped to watch with you.

"Yeah, i've never seen it, but it was recommended to me"

"Never seen it?" he enquired; "Oh..."

An hour later the movie was starting to conclude its various plot lines, and in slower moments you would comment about how much the actors had gone onto bigger projects.

"Yeah, there's a few familiar faces in there" Henry agreed

"Charlie Cox has done Daredevil and loads on stage in the West End"

"Uh-huh"

"And right at the start Ben Barnes played Tristan's Dad, he's really done well with Shadow & Bone. And of course Claire Danes was amazing in Homeland"

"Right... anyone else?" he asked, but you shushed him where it was one of the final scenes, a young Sienna Miller as Victoria sitting in the crowd as her beau Humphrey smiled and winked. There was something... something familiar... you squinted at the screen before turning your head slowly, Henry grinning like an absolute fool from the other end of the sofa. Your eyes darted back and forth between him and Humphrey before you were back on Henry and he did the same wink and smile.

You stood quickly, the gasp that filled your lungs seemed to be endless;

"NO!"

Henry laughed; "Yes"

"YOU ARE NOT FUCKING HUMPHREY"

He reached out and grabbed you, pulling you onto his lap;

"Technically, you are fucking Humphrey"

You scrambled for the remote to rewind and pause it, looking back and forth between the screen and your boyfriend;

"You're Humphrey. Oh my god, i literally watched the whole movie and didn't even figure it out!"

"Well, it was a particularly awful wig and fake moustache"

"But... still... I thought i'd seen your entire back catalogue!"

"I guess not" he pressed a kiss to your nose before his hands started to wander beneath your t-shirt; "It was pre-Tudors, it was filmed close to two decades ago, i've changed a bit"

You smiled and ran your fingertips over the greying hairs on his temples and in his beard; "Yeah, you've gotten more handsome"

"Why thank you. But promise me one thing"

"Sure"

"Don't bother with Laguna, its the absolute worst. Its two hours of your life you'll never get back" he paused for a moment; "And probably the same for Hellraiser and Blood Creek"

You laughed;

"Too late, i've seen both of those"

Henry did a fake exagerated sigh; "Really?"

"Oh definitely, but they were pure gratuitious viewing, younger you was delicious"

"And now older me?"

"Is a whole damn meal" the credits started to roll and Henry stood with you in his arms; "Now take me to bed and let me enjoy that meal"

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munchymuchy · 4 months

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First Stinkface story-part 2

{This is part two of my first story, hope you enjoy it.}

Jason lay on his bed facing the ceiling "Did I really just do that? did I actually just do something like that???" Jason couldn't believe he had given in to his urges and it somehow worked out? Jason couldn't believe his dick was between the most famous cheeks in the world.

He started thinking to himself "Holy fuck... is he gonna tell anyone??" Jason sat up in a worry knowing that he could be most likely exposed. This worrying thinking was cut short when his phone got a notification. He quickly grabbed his phone and said he got a notification from Instagram..it was from Rikishi.

Jason gulped and opened it with the first message popping up saying:

Kish-Hey there bud! Had a great time yesterday, hope I didn't push you too hard lol.

Jason: Hi, look what happened yesterday was just a one time thing and was very professional on my part. Also i would like to keep this out the public eye. thanks

Jason put down his phone and shut his eyes thinking that was the end but that was a lie. His phone buzzed one time but he ignored it. It buzzed again and another time "God dammit what is it" Jason said getting annoyed by the notification. He picked up his phone and his eyes widened on what was on his screen.

Kish- Aw. Why so professional? Don't you miss this ass?

Right under that message were two pictures of him. One was him showing the side profile of his ass with clothes on, but that still made Jason's dick twitch a little. The other picture was Rikishi with no pants or underwear on but it still has a side profile. In the other picture, you could see those stretch marks and dimples that made you cum 4 times. Jason almost pulled his dick out but then a final message came up.

Kish- tell me doc? you do home calls?

Jason sat here staring at the message staring with his cock leaking precum and twitching. He typed yes but didn't send it at first out of hesitation until he remembered rikishi knows what he is. Jason sent the yes and rikishi sent his address.

[Time skip to when jason arrives at rikishi's house]

Jason stood at the door hearing what sounded like soft R&B music? Jason started to head back to his car thinking to himself "What am I doing? Am I crazy or something?" Just as he said that he heard the door click open behind him and a voice yelled out to him "Hey! Where do you think you're going?" Jason turned around to see Riksihi in the doorway wearing nothing on besides a robe. Without thinking Jason turned around and went into the house. The home was dimly lit with candles and the R&B music being louder in Jason's ears.

Jason felt two big arms wrap around his waist and then Rikishi leaned in and whispered in his ear "You ready for me to back.this.ass.up....again?" rikishi said licking the man's ear lobe in the process. Jason nodded his head and then Rikishi let him and started to put a chair in front of Jason. "Sit." and with that command, Jason sat in the chair quickly. Rikishi smirked at how obedient the man was, he also notices that the man's dicks was almost bursting out the seams of his pants. "looks like you're pretty excited there, here lemme help" Rikishi pulled the zipper from Jason's pants, and pulled it down exposing his leaking dick. His dick even popped above his boxer giving a clear view of everything.

"Whew, would you look at that you really excited to see me? Hope you're because i gonna milk every last drop of that cock" As he said that he turns around drops the robe revealing his bare ass to Jason. Without warning Jason lunges forward and puts his face between the cheeks and licks his hole. Rikishi was surprised by the sudden ass eating he was receiving from Jason but he didn't complain, having something warm and slimy at his hole felt amazing. All the stimulations to his ass caused a couple small farts to slip out. Jason didn't care about the rotten smells coming from the big ass he was making out with, he loved the smell and taste. Rikishi moaned as the boy was still going to town on his ass but suddenly stopped because he felt a short sharp pain in his gut.

This big man reached from behind and pushed Jason's head away by a few centimeters "Ooh man, you really wasted no time there boy" Rikishi said chuckling and looking back at Jason whose mouth was covered in saliva and crack sweat. "Now let's get started with this" With that rikishi lowered his cheeks to wrap around the man's rock-hard cock. Jason moaned at the feeling of his big Samoan again on his dick. The cheeks were warm and the stickyness from his spit started to make his dick wet. Rikishi started to go down with his cheeks still around the dick almost like he was twerking. Wet slapping filled the room and Jason felt like he was getting close so he started grasping at his ass cheeks until Rikishi stopped and clenched on it causing the man to yelp out.

"Hope you're ready for this gas son, it's gonna be a long one," Rikishi said feeling the sharp pain in his gut again and then letting a sputtering fart out vibrating on Jason's dick. The smell instantly caused Jason to cum quickly in Rikishi's crack, causing the large man to chuckle "That was quick, Hope you don't expect to stop were just getting started" Rikishi said looking back at the man and resuming back to the up and down motion.

*A minute later*

More farts and wet sounds filled the house. Jason's felt his vision getting blurry and his legs getting weak. "Fuuccck how many times have I cum? A-am I still alive? What day is it?" Jason asked in his mind as a 400-pound ass kept his dick warm and wet. Not only was there a bunch of cum stuffed in the wrestler's crack but it also dripped on the floor. Jason started to feel his eyes getting heavy, like he was gonna pass out until something was shoved into his mouth. It tasted tangy and almost bitter and the rotten cheese smell almost made his eyes pop out of his head.

It was one of Rikishi's thongs! kish chuckled at the man's reaction when he shoved his dirty and partially shitty thong into his mouth "Don't need you passing out on me just yet, you gonna miss the best part." Jason looked at him confused "What do you mean by bes-" Rikishi got up but still was bent over showing all the jizz that was trapped between his ass. Jason had no idea he could produce that much cum THAT many times, the way the cum dripped on the floor from the man's ass caused Jason's dick to stand up. "Holy shit, you got more in ya? Haha welp don't worry ill let you go you're way...after this!" He spread his asscheeks wide so Jason could get a clear view of how much he came. Rikishi grunted and pushed a 5-second bubbly fart spraying jizz on the man in the chair. Jason quivered feeling his already raw dick cum one last time before completely passing out.

*An hour passes*

Jason groggily opened his eyes thinking everything was a dream but to his shock, he wasn't dreaming. He tried springing up but he couldn't something on his back wasn't letting him. It took him a second to realize it was a hefty arm. He starts to process where he is and what's going on. He was on top of a sleeping rikishi in the bed. All Jason just sat there wondering "Wow...maybe this could..this could be a great thing."

#stinkface #rikishi #asseater #male farts #gassy #wwe rikishi

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lovesosweeet · 5 months

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better left unsaid // cth

chapter thirty eight

in which orion has leukemia, and calum doesn’t know.

calum hood x fem!oc

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november 12, 2018 cologne, germany calum

When I get to the venue for soundcheck, meeting up with the band for the first time today, Crystal is absolutely pissed. Michael groans when I walk in, and Crystal glares at him.

“You tell him right now or I’m doing it for you,” Crystal mutters. I’ve never seen her this mad, which makes me nervous.

Michael sighs and runs a hand over his face, but doesn’t say anything.

“Fine, Cal, I’ll tell you. Michael here is a fucking dick and—“

“I’ll tell him! Jesus, Crystal. Give me a second to breathe!”

I look between the two of them, not saying a word. Clearly something is going on and I don’t really care about it, so I’m just going to let them say whatever it is they have on deck for me.

“I drunk texted Orion last week,” Michael says.

That’s it? I raise my eyebrows at him. It’s not like they’re not allowed to talk to her. In fact, I think the whole band and a lot of our friends are still speaking to her, so I don’t know why Mike drunk texting her is a problem for Crystal.

Crystal rolls her eyes with exasperation. “Oh my god, you’re not going to fucking tell him. Give me your phone.”

When Michael doesn’t hand her his phone, she sticks her hand into his pocket to do it herself. She types in his passcode before handing the phone to me, his text thread with Orion lighting up the screen.

To: Orion Moss yknow what orion, fuck you i don’t give a fuck that it’s your birthday FUCJ YOU my band, my BEST FRIENDS, aren’t speaking because you couldn’t tell the truth thos is your fault calum won’t even LOOK at ash! howrdare you you had no right to come into our lives and fuck up the one thing that matters most to all of us and then just LEAVEW do you know how depressed cxalum is he doesn’t do anything except show up on stage and drink and whineand moanmb he’s a fucking qwreck and that’s on yuo you play this innocnt sweet act that you’re jsut being kind and whatever bllshit you tell yourself but you and i both know you’re actually a shitty person what kind of person doesn’t tell their partner they have CACNDR and then BROAKS UP WITH THEM over it fuck you. i hope it’s terminal. and i hpoe it sucks.

It makes my blood boil, the things he said to her. She didn’t reply, which doesn’t surprise me, but I know she read it. Orion checks every single notification she ever gets.

I lock Michael’s phone and hand it back to Crystal before I walk away, heading to the coffee pot in the corner of the room. I pour myself a cup of the hot liquid and take it with me to find Matt. I don’t want to talk about it. It’ll just piss me off more, and the last thing anyone on this tour wants is for me to have anger in my system when I’m already doing a shit job on stage each night.

“You’re not gonna say anything?” Michael calls out after me, and that’s what snaps my patience.

I spin back around, walking to him and Crystal. “I don’t think I need to say anything for you to know how I feel about the complete and utter bullshit you sent her.”

“I’m sorry, dude, I feel awful,” Mike says.

“Good. You should feel awful.”

Crystal is still seething. “The twat wasn’t going to say anything. The only reason I know is because Emelia called me earlier to make sure I knew about it.”

“What even is this band anymore, guys? Feels like I turn around and each time I do, one of you is stabbing me in the back.”

Michael steps toward me, and I hate how much emotion was just in my voice because he wants to hug me. I step back, not wanting to feel any more feelings, and I know I’ll get more upset if Michael hugs me.

“Cal, I’m sorry. I know she didn’t deserve that.”

I narrow my eyes at him. “Did you even apologize to her?”

“No, he was a fucking coward about it and didn’t say sorry and expected that it would all just blow over,” Crystal spits. I’m grateful that she is as pissed about this as she is, because I don’t have the energy to really get mad at him right now.

“Apologize to her. Now. Her life is hard enough right now without you telling her you hope she dies. It’s a low fucking blow, Mike.”

I walk away then, confident that Crystal will make sure he texts Orion, in search of Matt. I find him talking to the sound crew, who see me coming and end their conversation with him there.

“Hey, Cal. What’s up?”

“Make sure I’m not sitting next to any other members of my band on our flight home.”

Matt sighs. “Seriously? What happened this time?”

“None of them seem to respect me or Orion and what we’re dealing with right now, and I can’t sit next to them while we’re stuck in the air for eight hours.”

Right as I say it, Luke turns a corner and comes into view.

“Wait, what did I do?” He asks, looking hurt.

I roll my eyes. “Hopefully nothing.”

“There we go, you can sit next to Luke on the flight home,” Matt says, slapping me on my shoulder. He then points at Luke. “Don’t piss him off between now and then, please? We’re running out of band members.”

Matt walks away then and Luke looks to me, concerned.

“What’s going on?” He asks.

I sigh. “Just the shit with Ashton and then Mike decided to be an absolute ass and drunk text Orion some nasty shit on her birthday of all days. He didn’t even apologize to her!”

Luke raises his eyebrows. “What did he say, exactly?”

The thought of what he exactly said makes me angry again. “He told her he hopes she dies, basically.”

Luke opens his mouth in shock and shakes his head. “Fucking hell, man. I sent her a nice text and Venmoed her so she could have a drink on me on her birthday, for the record.”

I wish I could’ve sent her a nice text. I wish I could’ve taken her out to dinner and surprised her with all our friends waiting for us at her favorite dive bar afterwards. I wish we could’ve watched the sunset together. I wish I could’ve bought her flowers and the new pair of Converse she’s been eyeing for months. I wish I could’ve woken her up with breakfast in bed and we could’ve gone to the beach in the morning.

I don’t even realize I’ve gotten so zoned out that I’ve started crying until Luke starts hugging me.

“Have you thought about reaching out to her?” He asks.

Have I thought about it? It’s practically the only thing I think about. All I do is think about her and about us.

“I can’t, Luke. She’s stubborn. If we’re going to talk again, she’s gonna be the one to reach out.”

Luke sighs. “She’s not doing well, Cal. Em’s said she barely does anything all day and she spends most of her time ‘napping’ in her room, but when Em walked by the other day during her ‘nap time,’ she could hear her crying.”

My heart hurts hearing him say that. I can’t imagine how much pain she’s in. I hate that I can’t even check on her. I hate being apart, and I hate that she made me leave.

Emelia seems to be doing a great job of being there for her, which isn’t surprising. If she’s calling Crystal to make Mike apologize and she’s updating Luke like this, she has to be around her a lot. I’m glad she’s not alone. I wish I was the one with her, but Emelia is the best option if I can’t be there.

“She doesn’t want me there, so I’m not there. But if she called, you know I’d be on the first flight home.”

“And I’d book your ticket for you,” Luke says. “I want you guys to spend as much time together as you can. You’re so good for each other.”

I nod. “Thanks, but doesn’t seem like we’ll be booking that flight anytime soon.”

“I know, mate. I know,” he says sadly. “C’mon, let’s go get the others for soundcheck. I know you’re pissed at both of them, but we’re a band, after all.”

He doesn’t give me a chance to reply before he’s grabbing my arm and dragging me back to the room that Michael and Crystal were in earlier, but the closer we get to it, I realize that Michael and Ashton are arguing now because they’re both yelling at each other.

“Why the fuck do you think you’re better than me?! You’re the reason they broke up in the first place!” Michael yells. As we enter the room, I see that Ashton has Michael cornered and is looming very close to his face.

“I was respecting Orion’s wishes! You don’t know anything about respecting her, apparently!”

“Oh fuck off! She’s a big girl, she should’ve been able to fend for herself. She didn’t need you to play henchman!”

“She didn’t even want to tell me! She had to beg me to keep it a secret after I found out, and every time I spoke to her after that, I begged her to tell Calum.”

“YOU’RE THE REASON THE BAND IS FALLING APART!” Michael screams.

“Woah, chill out guys!” Luke says, walking over to the two incredibly angry men in the corner.

“You fucking told her to die! Is that not sinking in for you?! She’s ill and you told her you hope her cancer is terminal and that her death sucks. What the fuck, man!?”

“If she died, our lives could go back to normal!”

As the words leave Michael’s mouth, I see red. I walk over to him, shoving Ashton out of the way, and grab the collar of Mike’s shirt while I push him into the wall.

“Don’t you ever say shit like that about her again,” I say through gritted teeth. Just like when Ashton told me he knew about O’s cancer, I so badly want to punch Michael but know that I can’t. Orion would never forgive me. The last thing I need to do is give her a reason not to want me back in her life.

Michael looks like he thinks I’m going to punch him, and that’s satisfying enough, I decide.

I grunt and let go of his shirt, pacing backwards and out in the direction of the stage. Before I leave the room, I turn around to face the three men who are all quite angry. “I don’t know who the fuck any of you are anymore.”

I leave the room, but then quickly go back in. “Except for you Luke, you’re good.”

“Love you, Cal!” He calls after me.

I pull out my phone, deciding I can text Em, even if I can’t text Orion.

To: emelia bo delia hey em. shit’s really hitting the fan over here, but just wanted to say thanks for being such an amazing friend to o. i appreciate you so much and she’s so lucky to have you.

She texts back instantly.

From: emelia bo delia cal! i’m so happy to hear from you. you know i’d do anything for hertake it crys made michael apologize to you and you made him apologize to her? sending you so much love. i know this hasn’t been easy. i miss you guys

I want to reply, but I don’t. I feel like if I start telling her how much I miss Orion I won’t be able to stop, and it’s time for soundcheck now.

Soundcheck, the handful of hours backstage before the show, and the show itself are all incredibly tense. I still can’t make it through Ghost of You and Amnesia without crying, but thankfully, despite everything, Mike still covers for me and sings my parts when I can’t. None of us have any moments of banter or goofing off on stage, which is never how things go for us, but I’m certainly not in the mood to make things different.

After the show, normally we’d go out as a group for beer or something, but not tonight, and since the breakup, I’ve not hung out with the group on any of those outings. I have gone to small bars near our hotels and drank far too many pints of shitty beer alone before going to bed, but I don’t go out for fun. I go get drunk so I don’t have to think any more about Orion.

I didn’t even see Crystal in the VIP section tonight, so she must be pissed at Michael still. I guess we could start a club.

Once I’m out of my stage clothes, I throw on sweats and a beanie with my leather jacket, ready for another night to hang out at a bar by myself. It’s cold here, so I can't believe we still have fans camped outside of the venue. I nod and wave to them all, not planning on stopping but I can’t pretend they’re not there.

“Calum!”

Of all the people shouting my name, I don’t know how I’m able to distinguish a voice from the rest, but I do. It stops me in my tracks. I turn around, trying to find the familiar voice’s owner. It’s been at least a year since I’ve heard it, but I know who it is without a doubt. She’s easy to spot, wearing a bright red puffer jacket and towering a few inches above most other girls in the crowd. She looks so relieved when I stop to see her and she pushes her way out of the group, walking up to me and throwing her arms around my neck.

I hug Paula back. She’s one of the most neutral people that both Orion and I know. She’s not super close to either of us due to geography, but I have no doubt she’s finally heard the news. I wonder why she’s here. I don’t mind. It’s good to see a friendly face who hasn’t lied to me or pissed me off and won’t act like I should have my shit more together than I do in the wake of this all.

“It’s so good to see you up close,” Paula says, laughing slightly. “My seat was shit.”

We break our hug and I’m able to look at her again for the first time up close. She looks exactly the same, but her hair has a few more blonde streaks in it than it did two years ago.

“You should’ve told me you wanted to come. You know I’d have gotten you a pass to be… wherever you wanted.”

Paula smiles and rolls her eyes. “I know you do that for cute little American girls named Orion, but I wasn’t sure if you’d do it for me.”

I smile, something I don’t do much these days. “Of course, Pau. You’re the reason we’re together in the first place.”

After I say it, realization washes over both of us. Neither of us knows what to say next. We’ve both gone ashen. Paula is basically the reason Orion and I were ever together, but the truth is that we aren’t together anymore. I clear my throat.

“I’m about to go get plastered at some bar, wanna come?” The words sound worse after I say them out loud. What I’ve been doing for the last month hasn’t been healthy, but on the road, it’s the best way I can cope. I’m hoping things will change once I’m back in LA, but I don’t know how they will considering I’m going home to an empty apartment without Orion there. That might even be worse than being stuck with Ashton and constantly pretending everything is fine.

Paula laughs and nods. “Sure, let’s do that.”

We walk a few blocks and find a bar that looks like it’ll do the trick, taking a seat at the end of the bar in the darkest corner we can. We shed our coats and order beers, and it feels nice to be with a familiar face that isn’t causing drama or anything.

“How is everything?” I ask. “Still planning on the US for grad school?”

Paula smiles widely, looking a little surprised. “Yeah, I am. I’m surprised you remember.”

I frown in disappointment. “What? Why wouldn’t I remember? You were a huge part of the best summer of my life.”

“You just meet so many people and it’s been two years, I don’t know.”

I shrug. “You’ve been important to me and Orion for two years. I remember a lot of things about you.”

Paula nods and sips from her mug of beer. “You guys are important to me, too. But, anyway, yes, I’m still planning on the US for next year. I’m hoping do a graduate program in journalism at NYU.”

I’ve always admired Orion and her friends’ dedication to their educations. It’s a life I never really thought about, and truthfully, I don’t know what my life would look like without the band. I’d probably be working some dead end job in Sydney. I don’t know if I’d have gone to uni. Soccer could’ve possibly panned out, so maybe I’d be doing that.

Orion has known what she wanted to do since an incredibly young age and was already planning out her college majors when she was in middle school. She’s always known that she’d be in school for seven years after high school.

“Sounds very fancy. I’m sure you’ll get in and you’ll love New York. And, Lucia? Are you guys still together?”

Paula blushes and smiles at her beer before she sticks out her left hand, a sparkling ruby engagement ring adorning her ring finger. “Engaged!”

I look at it and almost start crying. It’s almost identical to what Orion’s dream ring looked like, except she wanted a green stone instead of a red one like Paula has. I suck up my emotions and smile. “Congrats. I’m happy for you guys.”

“Thank you, we’re really excited. She’s hoping to come with me and find a bar to work at while I’m in school, but that will depend on visas and stuff.”

I nod. “I get it. I know that stuff can be complicated. Orion would be helpful with that, you know? She knows a lot about the immigration system in the US.”

Paula nods. “I know, I’ve been meaning to ask her. Just… with everything going on, I haven’t been certain that it’s a good time.”

“Pau, if I know anything about her, it’s that she’d love to help you and take her mind off of things right now.”

She sips from her beer and I do the same.

“Our last conversation didn’t exactly go all that well, so I’ll have to rest the waters in a few days.”

I raise my eyebrows. “What happened?”

Paula rolls her eyes and chuckles under her breath. “She’s just being stubborn. We talked about you, mostly.”

I try not to choke on my beer. “Oh?”

She shakes her head. “I, like everyone else, disagree with what all she’s done to your guys’ relationship and I could see just how horribly she’s doing right now. The solution is so simple, but she refuses, and I think she’s just scared.”

I just nod and drink more beer. I don’t want to push her, because clearly Paula stood up for me, but I don’t want to say anything specific about Orion because I'm trying my best to make sure there is absolutely no reason that she could have not to get back together.

“Anyone who knows either of you knows that it would just take a quick phone call for you to be back by her side,” Paula says quietly.

She’s right. And everyone does know it. Surely, Orion knows it too.

“Why’d you come tonight?” I ask, shifting the subject.

“I don’t really know. I just felt like you could use a friend right now, and the flight to Dusseldorf ended up randomly being really cheap, so I went for it.”

“You came all the way here because you thought I might need a friend?”

Paula laughs. “Maybe I wanted to try to convince you that you should go to her when you get home, too. I think it’s what’s best for both of you.”

I sigh and look down to my half empty beer. I can’t pretend that I don’t want that, and I can’t pretend that I don’t think it’s what’s best for both of us, but I am almost positive that if Orion doesn’t ask me to come, she will turn me away.

“I don’t know, Pau. That morning, when she ended things, it was like someone else was inside her body speaking for her.”

“You’re both stubborn. I just thought you should know how I feel. I love both of you, but I love you best together. If me saying something puts you one step closer to repairing what’s broken, it’s worth it to me.”

I smile. “I love you, too, Pau. I appreciate you. You’re a good friend.”

Paula and I both have another couple of beers, catching up over what we’ve missed in each other’s lives. I fill her in on the drama within the band and she takes it as far as unfollowing Michael on Instagram and Twitter because she’s so mad about what he said. She shares that she still lives in the same apartment that Orion once lived in, but now it’s just her, Marta, and Lucia, and they use the extra two rooms as a closets and an office for Marta and her to do their schoolwork.

It’s nice to catch up with her, and after we are both warm and a little tipsy, I walk her back to her hotel and promise her tickets to the Madrid show next week. It’ll be the final show, so it’ll be special and even more special with some extra friends in the audience.

I walk back to our hotel after, actually stopping to say hi to a few fans. Paula put me in a better mood, and I’m not quite so sour right now. While today has overall been shitty, it ended on a pretty good note.

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@5SOSDeutschland: Calum spotted with a new girl in Cologne Image attached

@SOS5ever: Who’s that girl w Cal? Image attached

@5secsoffall: wow cal’s already seeing someone else and it’s not me :( Image attached

@CalPal: Replying to @5secsoffall: wtf he and orion JUST broke up??? @Ashton5SOS: Replying to @5secsoffall: that’s a mutual friend of both cal and orion. people can have friends and not be dating. @5secsoffall: Replying to @Ashton5SOS: omg ashton replied!! @CalPal: Replying to @Ashton5SOS: sad you have to even say that but thanks for clarifying!!!

@EmeliaBoDeliaSmelia: introducing my friend @PaulaPeriodista! my bestie’s roomie in spain and the best tour guide Image attached

@EmeliaBoDeliaSmelia: Replying to @EmeliaBoDeliaSmelia: since y’all jump to conclusions in a nanosecond thought i’d clear that one up real quick. @PaulaPeriodista: Replying to @EmeliaBoDeliaSmelia: LOL people really ignored the ENGAGEMENT RING on my hand and already have rumors going.