#2hollis fluff

[boy222god]

thinking about crush!2hollis sneaking glances at you while you both hang around mutual friend’s in your apartment. his eyes purposefully studying your facial features, making mental notes on how god himself took his sweet precious time sculpting your beauty out for all to see. his heart would pound when you two lock eyes here and there, within the pits of his stomach he could feel it tying itself into a knot yet he’s good at concealing and giving a smile before shifting his attention to whatever conversation is being conducted amongst everyone. however, he’ll go back to you, imagining what it would be like to hold you. to feel your warmth against his own. the way your lips would feel pressed against him and god did he love your lips— causing him to bite at the bottom of his before his eyes start up again with trailing down your body to study other parts of you. oh how he’s so into you~ like a little puppy dog

[guliexe]

━━━AFTER CLASS 18+

2Hollis x Female!Reader — University AU

.ᐟwarnings/tags: crushes to lovers, first date, university students, shy!reader, shy!hollis, he a softie in this one, texting, make out, dry humping, praising, he talks u through it, oral (f receiving), fluff, very cute and cheesy overall

♡ you go on a date with your crush and he invites you over for a movie. little did you know he'd have his face between your thighs by the end of the night

.ᐟw/c: 3.9k

You’d known of Hollis before you really knew him. He was friends with your friends—always in the background at study hangouts, parties you barely remembered, or sitting at the cafeteria with his hoodie pulled low and his earbuds in. He wasn’t loud. He wasn’t the kind of guy who tried to be the center of attention. But he had a quiet magnetism, the kind of presence you noticed even when he wasn’t saying much. You didn’t mean to develop a crush on him, it just happened. Fast. And, apparently, it wasn’t one-sided. You found out through one of your friends—some comment like “I swear Hollis only shows up when he knows you’re gonna be around.” You played it cool, laughed it off… but after that, it was impossible not to notice the way he looked at you. The way his knee would bump yours during group study sessions and he wouldn’t pull away. The way his voice got softer when he talked just to you. The subtle smiles. The little glances. Weeks passed like that. Close enough to feel the tension, never quite close enough to act on it.

The two of you were walking side by side, your shoulders brushing every so often, but neither of you pulled away. Hollis kept stealing glances at you as you walked, hands shoved in his hoodie pockets. He looked like he wanted to say something but didn’t know how to start. You noticed that, of course you did, but pretended not to, biting your lip and trying to keep your heart from racing. Finally, after what felt like forever, he cleared his throat and muttered, “Hey… um.” You looked up. “Yeah?” He stopped walking, eyes on the ground. “I was just thinking…” He scratched the back of his neck, avoiding your eyes. “If maybe you wanted to, like… go out sometime? Just you and me. Like—not for class. Or group stuff. Just us.” You blinked. Did he reallyjust say that? He glanced up, face a little pink, and rushed to add, “It’s okay if you don’t want to. I just—thought maybe. If you want.” Your stomach flipped. You were already smiling, trying to hide it behind your hand. “I—I do,” you said, quietly, “Want to. I mean.” He looked at you then, full smile creeping in slowly, like he couldn’t believe it worked “Cool,” he said, softly. “Okay. Cool.” Neither of you moved at first, just standing there, grinning like idiots. “So uh…” he rubbed the back of his neck again. “I know this ramen place downtown. Not too loud. Kinda cozy.” You nodded, cheeks warm. “Sounds perfect.”

Hollis

hey :)

still good for tonight?

♡

You

yes!! ^-^

i’ve been looking forward to it all day lol

♡

Hollis

same ngl

been kinda nervous tho

♡

You

omg me too

but like… in a good way :3

♡

Hollis

means it matters :)

i’ll come pick u up after class

is 7 okay?

♡

You

yup :)

i’m excited

and trying not to overthink my outfit lol

♡

Hollis

you’ll look good

you always do

♡

You

stop :(

you’re too sweet

♡

Hollis

nah just honest

see u soon :)

You were already outside your dorm by the time Hollis showed up. He spotted you and gave you that subtle, crooked smile that never failed to mess with your heart a little. “Hey,” he said. You smiled back, trying not to look like you’d been waiting for ten minutes just to calm your nerves. “Hi.” He looked at you for a second longer than normal, eyes flicking down then back up. “You look really pretty.” Your cheeks warmed instantly. “Thanks. You too.” That made him chuckle. “Didn’t know I could be pretty,” he said, bumping your arm lightly with his elbow. “You totally are,” you said before you could overthink it. But then you noticed that he was holding something behind his back. You blinked. “What’s that?” Hollis gave a small shrug, glancing off to the side like it was no big deal, like he hadn’t just pulled a small bouquet of flowers from behind his back. “They didn’t have anything crazy,” he said, holding them out to you without quite meeting your eyes. “But… I dunno. Thought you might like ��em.” Your heart fluttered so hard you almost forgot how to speak.

They were simple, white roses, a little uneven like he’d picked them out himself without asking for help. Which somehow made them perfect. “You got me flowers?” you asked softly, a little stunned, a little glowing. Hollis finally looked at you, a small smile tugging at the corner of his mouth. “Don’t make a big deal out of it.” You took them carefully, holding them like they were delicate. “I’m absolutely making a big deal out of it.” He laughed under his breath, cheeks a little pink now. “Yeah, okay. Just… figured if I was gonna take you out, I should at least show up like I mean it.” You looked up at him, already smiling way too hard. “You definitely meant it.” You held the bouquet close as you walked beside him, trying not to smile too obviously. Hollis kept his hands in his hoodie pocket, like he hadn’t just made your whole week with a simple gesture. Neither of you said much at first , the kind of quiet that wasn’t awkward, just full of things that didn’t need to be said out loud yet. Your shoulders brushed a few times. Neither of you moved away.

The ramen place was small and warm, all golden lighting and quiet chatter. You slid into a booth, knees brushing under the table as Hollis sat across from you. He grinned. “Didn’t think ramen could feel fancy till now. You laughed. “It’s the lighting. Makes everything feel like a movie.” He looked at you for a second too long. “Yeah. Something like that.” You ordered, talked about random stuff, classes, mutual friends, how boring classes have been. It wasn’t anything big, but the whole time, your legs kept brushing, your eyes kept meeting. He kept smiling, soft and small, like it was just for you. At one point, he leaned in a little and said, “You’re cute when you’re nervous, you know that?” You immediately looked down, flustered. “I’m not nervous.” “You so are,” he said, smiling. “It’s okay, I am too.” By the time you were finishing up, you didn’t really want the night to end yet. Hollis must’ve felt it too, because as you both stood up to leave, he hesitated. Then casually, “Wanna come over? I was gonna put on that movie you mentioned.” You looked up at him, heat creeping into your cheeks. “Yeah… I’d like that.” He smiled, soft but a little smug. “Cool.”

His place was simple, a little messy in the way uni apartments always were, but still felt like him—posters on the wall, shirt draped over a chair, half-empty mug on the desk. He threw his keys on the counter. “You can sit wherever,” he said, taking his shoes off. “Sorry it’s kinda a mess. I wasn’t expecting any company.” You sat down on the edge of his bed, hands on your sides. “It’s fine. Feels normal.” He smirked, walking over with the remote. “Guess I’ll take that as a compliment.” The movie started, something you’d mentioned once, a comfort film. The screen glowed dimly, painting his room in shifting light, just the two of you sitting side by side on his bed, the air between you warm and humming. Half an hour had passed, the movie flickered quietly in the background, but neither of you had really been watching it for the last ten minutes. You were sitting close, wrapped in the same blanket, your legs tucked under you, his stretched out in front, heads leaning on the headboard. His arm brushed yours every so often, not accidentally, not anymore, and every time it did, you swore your whole body buzzed.

Shadows moved across his face, catching in his lashes, across the curve of his jaw. He looked peaceful. But there was a weight in the air now, heavy and sweet, the space between you was shrinking by the second. Your hands were close on the blanket. So close they were almost touching. You felt him glance at you, but you didn’t look over, not at first. You hesitated. When you finally did, his gaze was already on you. Not intense or overwhelming. Just warm and curious and full of something you hadn’t quite seen in his eyes before. His fingers brushed yours. Softly. Once. And then again. You didn’t move away, you let your hand turn, let your fingers link with his slowly. He held on gently, like he was trying not to startle you, waiting to see if you’d pull back but you didn’t. Your eyes met again, and this time, neither of you looked away. He leaned in just a little. Not enough to kiss you, just enough for you to feel his breath. “Can I kiss you?” he asked, voice low, soft, careful. Your chest tightened. You nodded, too shy to say it out loud, but then you whispered, “Yeah.” He smiled—not with his mouth, but in the way his eyes softened, in the way his hand squeezed yours just a little tighter. Then he leaned in the rest of the way. His lips met yours slowly, carefully, savoring it, like he knew how long you’d both been waiting. It wasn’t rushed nor messy.

His hand cradled your jaw gently like he didn’t want to rush anything. But the way you leaned into him, the way your breath hitched when his thumb brushed your cheek, it shifted the air between you. The kisses deepened. You were tangled in each other, the movie long forgotten, the only sound now the rustle of the blanket and the quiet sounds your tongues made. And when his hand slid up to your waist, lingering just enough to ask permission, you didn’t stop him. His lips pressed harder. Your fingers curled into the fabric of his hoodie as he tilted his head, deepening the kiss until you couldn’t breathe properly. His hands moved to your hips, gripping gently, guiding you without rushing. Then he pulled back just a little, his voice low against your mouth,“C’mere.” You barely had time to breathe before he shifted, guiding you onto his lap, your thighs straddling him, his hands stayed on your waist, holding you steady like you were something fragile. You kissed again—hungrier now. Your hips moved without thinking, and he gasped softly when you ground down against him. That was all it took for the tension to snap.

Mouth open, warm, tongue sliding against yours. His lips trailed to your jaw, down your neck, and when he found the spot just below your ear, he bit gently, then sucked. You gasped softly, clinging tighter as his mouth moved lower, leaving hot, open-mouthed kisses that made your skin burn. You felt the way he hardened beneath you, the friction making your whole body ache in a way you didn’t expect to feel so soon, but it felt right. You rolled your hips again, and he groaned against your neck. “God… baby,” he whispered. His voice was strained, like he was trying to hold himself back. He pulled back slightly, breathing hard, hands still firm on your hips. “Can I—” he swallowed, eyes meeting yours. “Is it okay if I take these off?” he asked, fingers gently hooking the waistband of your shorts. Your heart thundered in your chest, but you nodded, voice caught in your throat. “Yeah. Please.” His breath hitched at that, eyes dark with something deeper than just desire. He leaned in to kiss you, as his hands slid under the hem of your shorts, dragging them down slowly. His hands paused, eyes flicking up to meet yours again. “Hey…” he murmured, voice soft but serious, one hand brushing your thigh gently. “We don’t have to do anything you don’t want.” You bit your lip, cheeks flushed. Your heart thudded so hard you swore he could hear it.

You nodded, too shy to speak, but needing him to know you were okay. “Okay,” you whispered. He kissed you again—slow, comforting, with so much tenderness it made your chest ache. And when you moved your hips against him again, slower this time, you felt the way his breath caught. You reached for the hem of his shirt, hands shaking a little, and tugged gently. He didn’t make you ask. He pulled away just enough to lift it over his head, tossing it aside before his hands came right back to you, one gripping your waist, the other finding yours and lacing your fingers together. His skin was warm under your hands, his body firm and lean, and the way you moved against him made everything more intense. He exhaled sharply, head falling back for just a second as he murmured, “You’re drivin’ me crazy, baby.” With one hand still holding yours tightly, he slid the other down, pushing his sweats just low enough so you could feel the thick pressure of his bulge through his boxers, hot and firm against you. You gasped at the contact, and couldn’t help the soft moan that slipped from your lips as your hips rolled forward again, this time grinding your clit directly on him. His grip on your hand tightened as he groaned, low and strained, his free hand moving to your back to hold you closer. “Just like that,” he whispered in your ear, his voice thick with heat. “You feel s’good, baby… don’t stop.”

You buried your face in his neck, overwhelmed by the closeness, by the way your bodies moved together like they were made for eachother. Every time your hips rocked forward, you felt a little more undone—his quiet gasps, your soft whines, the way he held you like he never wanted to let go. His hand never left yours, fingers laced tight, but the other started to roam. He brushed a few strands of hair behind your ear, then let his fingertips trail along your jaw, your cheek, down your neck. His touch was so gentle, it made you shiver. “You’re so beautiful,” he murmured, kissing the corner of your mouth, then your cheek, then your neck. His hand slid into your hair, thumb stroking behind your ear as he pulled you into another kiss, deep and messy. Your hips kept moving without thinking, grinding down on the thick, hard shape of him beneath his boxers. You could feel him twitch against you, the friction making your thighs tremble. You whimpered into his mouth, and he swallowed the sound with a soft groan.

His fingers drifted lower, trailing down your neck to the hem of your shirt. He slipped beneath it slowly, brushing across your stomach first, his palm warm and soft. He paused there, eyes searching your face for any hesitation. When you gave a small nod and leaned into him, he smiled just a little. His hand moved higher, under your bra, gently cupping your breast. You sighed, hips stuttering as his thumb brushed over your nipple in slow circles. He groaned again, head falling to your shoulder. “Y’feel so fuckin’ good,” he murmured, voice rough, lips grazing your neck. He kissed you there again, open-mouthed and wet, sucking another hickey just beneath your collarbone as he gave your breast a firmer squeeze. His fingers slid down slowly, brushing the waistband of your underwear, and then paused. He looked at you, really looked at you. “Can I…” he began, then caught himself, swallowing hard. “Can I taste you?” he asked, voice barely above a whisper. It was breathless. He wasn’t sure if it was okay to even ask.

You felt your breath catch. Heat bloomed in your cheeks. You opened your mouth but couldn’t quite find your voice. He was already shaking his head softly, fingers brushing your hip. “It’s okay,” he said gently. “You don’t have to say yes. I just… I want to. If you’d let me.” He looked so sincere, so patient—like he’d wait forever if you asked him to. “I’ve never… done that before,” you murmured, voice small. It felt like a confession, even though you weren’t ashamed, just nervous and new to this. Hollis’s expression softened instantly. He sat up a little, brushing your hair from your face, kissing your temple softly. “Hey,” he said. “That’s okay. I know.” You met his eyes. He was calm. “I just wanna take care of you,” he whispered. “You don’t have to do anything. Just let me make you feel good.” Your lips parted, and for a second all you could do was stare at him—this boy who looked at you like you were something precious. Slowly, you nodded. “Okay.” He gave you a kiss and helped you shift off his lap, easing you gently onto your back. His fingers trailed down your thighs, and when he leaned in to kiss your stomach, just above the hem of your underwear, you felt your whole body tense and melt at the same time. He glanced up again. “Still okay?” You nodded. “Yes.” It came out a little shaky. A little breathless. He smiled like he was proud of you for saying it.

His fingers curled under the waistband of your underwear, slow, careful. He slid them down your thighs and when he looked back up, his breath hitched. His eyes softened, darkened—your pussy glistening softly under the dim light. “God,” he breathed. “You’re… you’re beautiful.” You turned your face slightly, overwhelmed by how gentle he was being, how intense his gaze was, and yet still so sweet. He shifted lower, eyes never leaving your body as he settled between your thighs. One hand slid up your side, the other drifting down, fingertips brushing so delicately over your folds it made you flinch. He kept his touch feather-light at first—just tracing, exploring, learning how your body responded to his touch. He leaned in and kissed your inner thigh slowly, then again higher, closer. And then, when you were already breathing harder, already shifting under him, his fingers slipped just slightly lower, more firm now. You gasped softly, hips twitching. “That’s it,baby” he said gently, voice thick with awe. “Just relax f’me, hm?” He moved with patience, with care—rubbing slow circles with the pad of his finger, making you ache without overwhelming you. The slick sound of his touch, the way your body responded to it, it seemed to undo him. “Already so wet f’me,” he whispered, almost to himself.

Your head tipped back, thighs trembling slightly as he worked you open. Rubbing your entrance slightly, coaxing you to let him in. When he slid one finger inside, you let out a shaky moan, your hand flying to the sheets to grab on. “Is this okay?” he asked, lips brushing your thigh. “Y-Yeah,” you breathed. He kissed your hip, grinning, then pressing in a little deeper, curling slightly. He slid in a second finger slowly, watching your face, watching how your lips parted and your legs twitched open just a little more. “You’re takin’ me so well, baby,” he murmured. “So warm.” And then, when you were already flushed, already whimpering, he leaned down, kissed just above where his fingers moved, and finally, his mouth found you. The warmth of his tongue was a shock. You gasped, hips jerking up, but his free hand came to rest on your stomach gently, grounding you. “I got you,” he whispered. His fingers kept moving inside you, slow and careful, while his mouth worked around them—his tongue circling, flicking, mouth sucking. The sound of your own soft moans filled the room. You could barely think. Could barely breathe. It was too much and not enough at the same time. All you could do was feel—his mouth sucking on you, his fingers stretching you with aching sweetness, the wet sounds of his lips and tongue only making it worse.

Your legs trembled around his shoulders. Whimpering and gripping on his hair tightly. And when he moaned into you, low, needy, like he couldn’t help himself, you swore it vibrated through your entire core. “So fuckin’ good,” he groaned, pausing only to kiss your inner thigh, then diving back in. “Can’t believe i have you like this.” You were unraveling beneath him, piece by piece. Your hips rocked against his hand, desperate and needy, and he just tightened his grip on your thigh, holding you steady. You whimpered, fingers threading through his hair without even thinking. The pressure was building, coiling low in your belly, sharp and aching and perfect. You tried to speak—his name, a warning, anything—but it came out as a high pitched whine. He felt it. He knew. His mouth didn’t slow, didn’t falter, just worked you through it, his fingers slipping in deeper, curling again, perfectly in time with his tongue. And then you shattered. Your back arched, thighs clamping around his shoulders as the climax crashed over you. A cry left your throat, soft, helpless, and overwhelmed. Your whole body pulsed, heat flooding through you in waves as your walls clenched tight around his fingers. He didn’t stop, just softened his movements, easing you through every aftershock, kissing your thigh as you came down. You were still catching your breath, legs trembling, chest rising and falling like you’d just run a mile.

Hollis stayed between your thighs, his fingers softly leaving your hole making you whine from the loss. He kissed the inside of your knee, then your thigh, then rested his cheek there for a second, arms wrapped around your legs like he never wanted to leave. You looked down, dazed, flushed, and completely undone. He was a mess in the best way—his lips and chin shiny with spit and cum, his hair a little wild, eyes bright and soft. And when he looked up at you from where he was resting, he grinned. Big and boyish and stupidly in love. Then he said it. So casually, so him, like it was the most natural thing in the world. “So… will you be my girlfriend?” Your brain short-circuited. “What?” you blurted, voice cracking with disbelief. His smile grew, eyes squinting from how hard he was grinning now. “I mean…” he shrugged slightly, still sprawled between your legs like this was the most logical time and place to bring it up. “I just made you cum, I figure I should at least make it official.” You covered your face with both hands immediately, a helpless little laugh escaping you. Your face was on fire. “You’re so silly” you said, muffled behind your palms. “Maybe,” he said, tilting his head against your thigh, still smiling up at you, “but you like me.” You peeked between your fingers at him, still breathless, still glowing in the aftermath of everything he’d just done to you. His eyes were so soft it made your heart ache. “I do like you, a lot,” you said quietly, cheeks still burning. Then, after a beat, “Yes. I’ll be your girlfriend.” His grin turned into something more tender, more disbelieving. “Yeah?” You nodded, still shy, still hiding your face a little. “Of course I will, idiot.” He laughed, coming to hover over you and give you a soft kiss. Then he looked at you again, smirking now. “Cool,” he said. “Guess that means I get to keep doing this.”

You

still blushing btw ><

can’t believe u said that while ur face was between my thighs

♡

Hollis

i was being romantic :[

also u taste insane just so u know

♡

You

HOLLIS

stop omg i’m literally giggling like crazy

♡

Hollis

cute

come back so i can kiss u again :3

and maybe say even dumber things between ur thighs

♡

You

stoppp itt omg

but like… maybe

miss u already :(

♡

Hollis

miss u too bby :)

already counting down till next time ^-^

read pt.2 here

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BACKSEAT, I ATE IT IN MY GOLD TEETH !

✦what? -- headcanons

✦summary -- 2hollis x reader // hcs of him cus i LOVEE that man 😓

✦tw -- fluff, cursing, crack ig lololo im feeling silly, errors cus i'm not english, i think it's all? Lmk if i missed something!

⋆.˚✮🎧✮˚.⋆ FIRST OF ALL!! i really reallyyy think he would fall for someone he knew for a while. like, doesnt have to be his whole life, but not someone he doesnt know really well

⋆.˚✮🎧✮˚.⋆ needs to trust youuu!!!!

⋆.˚✮🎧✮˚.⋆ he would value more actions than words in the beggining. like, he needs to make sure you like him, ykwim?

⋆.˚✮🎧✮˚.⋆ lowkey oblivious 😕😕

⋆.˚✮🎧✮˚.⋆ anyways!

⋆.˚✮🎧✮˚.⋆ at first flirts with you for a joke, but when you do it back he's all giggling kicking his feet blushing

⋆.˚✮🎧✮˚.⋆ kinda dry texts you but needs time to warm up!!

⋆.˚✮🎧✮˚.⋆ in general time is very important to him

⋆.˚✮🎧✮˚.⋆ after some time of you two knowing each other he would open up

⋆.˚✮🎧✮˚.⋆ a little, but still

⋆.˚✮🎧✮˚.⋆ always laughs at your jokes. always.

⋆.˚✮🎧✮˚.⋆ he just doesnt want you to feel left out!

⋆.˚✮🎧✮˚.⋆ stays up late on ft with you

⋆.˚✮🎧✮˚.⋆ lets you braid his hair ❤️❤️

⋆.˚✮🎧✮˚.⋆ realizes he has a crush on you after some time

⋆.˚✮🎧✮˚.⋆ idk i feel like him getting crushes is pretty rare so he was suprised??

⋆.˚✮🎧✮˚.⋆ after this he doesnt really change

⋆.˚✮🎧✮˚.⋆ but the little thingsss

⋆.˚✮🎧✮˚.⋆ helps you get ready to go out

⋆.˚✮🎧✮˚.⋆ watched a bunch of makeup tutorial videos to impress you :((

⋆.˚✮🎧✮˚.⋆ you're the first one to hear his new songs!!

⋆.˚✮🎧✮˚.⋆ wants to hang out with you all the time

⋆.˚✮🎧✮˚.⋆ you need to go shopping cause you ran out of milk? sure, he's driving to you to go with you. you're getting your hair done? he's on his way. you're going out with your friends? he can tag along, he won't disturb ya'll!!

⋆.˚✮🎧✮˚.⋆ listens closely. knows everything

⋆.˚✮🎧✮˚.⋆ asked you out after he made sure you like him back!!

⋆.˚✮🎧✮˚.⋆ it was like after his show when you were backstage

⋆.˚✮🎧✮˚.⋆ ok now ur dating yipiee!!!!!

⋆.˚✮🎧✮˚.⋆ literally never leaves you alone

⋆.˚✮🎧✮˚.⋆ i think he isnt really jealous?? he trust you alot

⋆.˚✮🎧✮˚.⋆ would never NEVERR cheat

⋆.˚✮🎧✮˚.⋆ doesnt even look at others

⋆.˚✮🎧✮˚.⋆ makes u something to drink and gives you sweets when you're on your period :((

⋆.˚✮🎧✮˚.⋆ loooves cudling

⋆.˚✮🎧✮˚.⋆ likes being the small spoon the most

⋆.˚✮🎧✮˚.⋆ like hug him and tell him how you love him its all he needs

⋆.˚✮🎧✮˚.⋆ if you don't like someone he doesn't as well!!

⋆.˚✮🎧✮˚.⋆ loves play fighting

⋆.˚✮🎧✮˚.⋆ oki so dates!!

⋆.˚✮🎧✮˚.⋆ literally everyday

⋆.˚✮🎧✮˚.⋆ most of them are at home, you just watch something and cuddle

⋆.˚✮🎧✮˚.⋆ orr..

⋆.˚✮🎧✮˚.⋆ heh.

⋆.˚✮🎧✮˚.⋆ 😈😈😈

⋆.˚✮🎧✮˚.⋆ you two play minecraft at 2 am

⋆.˚✮🎧✮˚.⋆ anyways!

⋆.˚✮🎧✮˚.⋆ loves your voice. like yeah, tell him how much you hate someone or how much you love this band, just talk okie?? he wants to listen

⋆.˚✮🎧✮˚.⋆ loves getting cheekbone and forehead kisses

⋆.˚✮🎧✮˚.⋆ if you are taller than him he'll give you shoulder kisses!!!!

⋆.˚✮🎧✮˚.⋆ idk i need want him 🥲🥲

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Something About Hollis

Check out part 2

Summary: While in New York for a Miu Miu campaign, rising artist Y/N shares a spontaneous beat on her Instagram story catching the attention of underground favorite 2Hollis. What starts as a simple DM turns into an unexpected late-night call.

A/N: Short 2Hollis one-shot. Not sure if I’m gonna turn it into a full fic or a series yet.

You’ve been a music artist on the scene for about two years now, blowing up thanks to TikTok. You’ve been making music for as long as you can remember, starting with the basics like piano and guitar. But when you discovered the underground scene, you wanted your music to be more creative, more experimental. You had some monthly listeners, but you really blew up about a year ago after that feature with Jane Remover.

Jane found you and your music really interesting. Your lyrics were meaningful, and your art felt genuinely beautiful. She discovered you by chance, stumbling across one of your TikToks and reached out wanting to collaborate. It changed everything for you: more recognition, more listeners, and now a solid fanbase.

Recently, you opened for one of Charli XCX’s concerts, and that’s when everything really changed. You had to get a real manager because so many companies and artists wanted to collaborate with you. It was overwhelming at first. You still played in underground clubs sometimes, even for free it was a strategic move, keeping your roots while navigating the industry.

One day, while you're in New York City for a Miu Miu shoot for their latest campaign, you post a messy beat on your Instagram story, just something to entertain your fans while you wait for the makeup artist to finish. Out of curiosity, you start checking the replies for feedback. That’s when you notice a DM from a verified account: “this goes stupid. u tryna build on it?” You check the @ it’s from 2Hollis. You pause, squint at the name, and realize you’ve seen it before in some TikTok comment section.

Isn’t that the guy all the girls have been talking about lately? Something like, “my white tiger” type shit? you think to yourself.

You turn to the makeup artist.

“Do you know 2Hollis?” you ask.

She pauses, brush in hand, then raises her eyebrows.

“Obviously. Who doesn’t? He’s like, TikTok’s favorite sadboy.”

You hum, glancing back at the DM. You didn’t expect him to reach out.

You tap out a reply without overthinking it: “yeah sure. u got something in mind?”

You lock your phone and lean back in the chair as the makeup artist starts on your eyeliner. But your mind’s somewhere else now half curious, half suspicious. You’ve seen artists reach out before just to ride a wave. But something about the way he worded it felt casual, unbothered. Like he wasn’t chasing anything.

A few minutes later, your phone buzzes again.

“i got this loop i’ve been sitting on. think you’d sound crazy on it. can i send?”

You unlock your phone again, typing back: “send it.”

Not even thirty seconds later, there’s a Dropbox link sitting in your inbox. You throw your AirPods in and press play, eyes half-lidded as the track builds. It’s glitchy, dark, and oddly soft around the edges like it's falling apart on purpose. The drums stutter in weird places, the synths warped just enough to feel like a memory.

Huh. He’s good.

You listen to it again. And again. By the third play, you’ve already opened your voice notes app and started humming something over the chorus.

You don’t even bother being formal. You shoot him a voice memo: “okay wait. this is actually sick. let me sketch something out tonight.”

You expect him to leave you on seen or at least take a while to respond. Instead, it’s instant: “bet. i’m around if you wanna hop on a call.”

Call? You stare at your phone like it’s got a second head. No one calls anymore. Especially not for music stuff not unless they’re old school or serious.

You stare at the message, thumb hovering over your screen. A call? In the middle of a Miu Miu campaign shoot? Not happening.

“i’m not available right now but tonight if that’s okay w you,” you reply.

“yeah cool. i’ll be around.”

You put your phone face-down on the vanity and exhale. The makeup artist’s almost done now, dusting shimmer along your cheekbones like she’s painting armor. But your head’s buzzing not with fashion, not with flashing cameras, but with that loop. 

Later that night, when the shoot's wrapped and your heels are finally off, you're sitting cross-legged on the hotel bed with your laptop open and mic set up beside you. You press record and start sketching layering in harmonies, mumbling half-finished lyrics that don’t make sense yet but feel right.

There’s something easy about the track. Like it’s pulling something out of you you didn’t realize was there.

At 11:12 PM, you send him a rough snippet. Nothing too polished just enough to show you’re taking it seriously.

Not even five minutes later, your phone rings.

You hesitate for a second, then swipe to answer.

“Yo,” his voice comes through, low and a little grainy. Background noise filters in too, someone laughing, the faint hum of music, the unmistakable sound of a lighter flicking.

“Hey,” you say, settling back into your pillows.“Didn’t expect you to actually call this fast.”

“Didn’t expect you to actually send something this good,” he shoots back, smooth but not in a fake way. “You sound fire on it already.”

You hear another voice in the background deeper, louder.

“Tell her it’s the loop of the year!” someone yells, clearly not knowing or caring that you’re on the line.

Hollis sighs. “Ignore him. That’s Roman. He thinks everything I make is ‘loop of the year.’”

You smirk. “Right. You got a whole committee back there or something?”

Another voice chimes in, this one cooler, more deadpan. “Nah, just a couple of degenerates with good ears. You’re talking to Conceal, by the way.”

“Hi… Conceal,” you say, unsure if you're supposed to know him.

Hollis cuts back in. “Anyway. I meant to say  I’ve actually been keeping an eye on your stuff for a while.”

That catches you off guard. “Really?”

“Yeah,” he says, like it’s obvious. “Think the first thing I heard was that Jane track. Someone had posted a clip of it on Twitter. Then I checked your page and you were just… making weird, beautiful shit. Real different. It stuck with me.”

You pause, fingers brushing over the edge of your laptop. There’s a lot of fake praise in the industry. Hollow compliments dressed in lowercase cool. But he doesn’t sound like he’s selling you anything.

“I figured you probably had no idea who I was,” he adds, and there’s a little laugh in his voice now. “Which, honestly, kinda made me want to reach out more.”

“I’d heard of you,” you admit. “TikTok girls were thirsting over you.”

You hear Roman immediately burst out laughing in the background. “Let’s goooo! She clocked you, bro.”

Hollis groans. “Please. Don’t feed into that.”

“You are kind of infamous,” you tease, letting the corner of your mouth curve into a smirk. “Some of those edits are crazy. Like…”

“Jesus Christ,” Hollis mutters. “I swear I just breathe and someone turns it into a fan cam.”

“Sounds exhausting,” you say, not entirely sarcastic.

“It is,” he replies. Then softer, “But the music’s what matters. Everything else is noise.”

There’s a small silence between you, like a low tide pulling back.

You glance at the track still open on your laptop. “Well, for what it’s worth… I get it. That loop? It’s not just cool. It feels like something. Like you meant it.”

For a second, you think he won’t respond. Then: “I did.”

In the background, Conceal says, way too casually, “This whole phone call feels like a slow-burn A24 scene.”

You laugh out loud, sharp and real. “Okay, who are you guys?”

“Artists,” Roman replies. “Annoying ones. But artists.”

You lean back into your pillows again, voice softer now. “Cool. Well… I’m glad you reached out.”

“Me too,” Hollis says. Then: “You free tomorrow?”

“No,” you say, stretching your legs out on the bed. “I’m kind of busy with that whole Fashion Week stuff.”

“Ohhh, Fashion Week,” Roman says, dragging it out like a tease. “She’s fancy.”

“So you also a model?” Hollis asks, voice curious but not mocking.

You roll your eyes, even though no one can see it. “Not exactly. Brands just like putting me in weird clothes and calling it a vision.”

“Sounds like modeling,” Conceal mutters.

You shrug. “I guess. I just show up, wear the fits, smile like I know what I’m doing, and pray I don’t trip on the runway.”

“That’s real artistry,” Roman deadpans.

You laugh. “Yeah, I’m basically couture’s clown.”

“Nah,” Hollis says, and his tone shifts just slightly. “You’re kind of everywhere right now. Music, fashion, all of it. But it doesn’t feel… fake. You still sound like yourself.”

That hits unexpectedly deep. You blink, caught off guard by how sincere it sounds.

“Thanks,” you say, quieter. “I try.”

There’s a pause, like the air just got a little thicker.

“Alright,” Hollis says, breaking it gently, “then we’ll figure it out. When you’re done being New York’s most stylish menace, pull up to the studio. No pressure.”

You smile to yourself, biting your lip a little. “Yeah. I’ll let you know when I’m free.”

“Cool,” he says. “Sleep well, superstar.”

The call ends, but your phone stays in your hand a moment longer.

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i painted 2hollis!! 💫

🧚‍♀️ i actually cannot believe i made this— this is literally the dreamiest piece of art i’ve ever created 😭🩷

🙏 i’m seeing him in concert in september so let’s say a special prayer in hopes that i’ll get to give him one of my prints 🙏🙏

🐁 i’ve learned so much from taking pizzabacon ‘s portrait painting course over the past week, and i’ve only gotten through the first 2 modules! 🙀 so more fun paintings to come soon 💕

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2hollis as your boyfriend

Note: This is simply an assumption based off of my own understanding of his zodiac sign. DO NOT take this literally. Anyways enjoy <2

1. Getting into the relationship

Slow and steady burn:

Don’t expect him to be overly head over heels in love and crazed. he isn’t the type to rush into anything without taking his time and time is so important to him

For Hollis, it’s knowing the connection is there generally and no mask is covering up who YOU really are

Friends to lovers pathway here but strangers to friends to lovers is there too

To further deepen his curiosity about if he’s into you fully or not, there has to be consistency along with knowing you too have an interest in him since he probably won’t go for someone who only shows surface-level interest or flirts for fun

Earning his trust:

Hollis doesn’t trust easily. he has to know he won’t be posing any risks to himself since being exposed sucks

Would test the waters here and there to secretly watch how you handle things it’s the small stuff that matters and determines how much trust he gives

impressing him:

Feel like he’s into those who are driven by passion so if you have projects, goals, or anything in a creative sense that you put your all into, he’s interested in you

If you’re an artist in the sense of making music like him, there’s an appreciation for how you work and perceive your work to reach perfection. something you two could bond about

Bonus points: sharing a similar career brings you two closer since you’re well aware of how he grinds and the overall functions of music/the music career

Catching his full attention:

Just be yourself, show that you’re full of confidence and have lots of patience towards him since during this stage, he might seem reserved but again he’s trying to get a feel if things are right

Dropping hints?

Flirt but subtle flirting

Teasing, giving compliments, wanting to spend time with you

Again with the slow build but do believe the tension is there and grows more the more he falls for you

If you happen to notice, it’s best to remain from being too pushy so show the same energy back— maintain a balance that’s still at his pace because it’s his way or the highway

Getting together:

After running all his little tests to determine you’re what he wants, this is the time frame where he starts to find any tiny excuse to get you two alone

Texts and/or calls more

Wanting to meet up trying/never missing events that involve you because he wants to make it clear that he cares about you

Letting up more or being clear that he’s fully into you and that he’s serious about wanting to see where things go between you both

Most likely would ask you out during an outing together and he’s sweet about it. def all in for you

2. Already in the relationship

Supportive:

Ensures that any shared goals or personal goals are aligned in a way quite

Literally the kind of boyfriend that helps you with emotional support to help with mapping out things you value the most. he’s just a 100% fanboy/supporter of you

His way of showing love is through actions so trust that you’ll actually see he supports and loves you often in those manners rather than verbal but verbal isn’t entirely cut out

Ambitious but romantic:

Will always focus on his music/career but that doesn’t mean he’ll miss out on time with you so easily date nights are a thing and he makes sure that nothing interrupts you two from enjoying each other’s company

Majority of the dates are something fun, something you both can enjoy and sometimes those dates aren’t always outside. some are at his or your house (shared when the time is right)

During the relationship, understand that he isn’t showcasing it every single moment. Hollis is the kind of person that will post you to let people know you’re still together but he has no desire to let the media/public see everything about you both

Knowing you respect that and even the same gives him ease of mind and makes him warm knowing that such intimate moments are strictly shared between you two and anyone close to you both (close friends and family) who happen to witness it

Challenges?

No couple can avoid it so don’t expect rainbow and sunshine

There will be times when he gets caught up in his work and you might feel you’re competing for his attention during those times, but once you have a sit down about it and explain how you’ve been feeling, he’ll take a step away to re-focus and enjoy the moments in life where work isn’t consuming him

Stubborn as fuck… do not assume this man will change his ways so easily

Your reasonings and perspective have to be logical enough to prove right and maybe then he’ll compromise to agree with you but again, it’s not easy

Isn't into drama/gossip if it doesn't concern him

Occasional struggle with speaking on emotions but gets there eventually

Sweet stuff:

The kind of boyfriend to celebrate your wins. big, small, medium— he’s celebrating it

Pushes you to be your best self and loves when you push him to do the same (although he does that perfectly fine)

Witnessing his goofy side (obviously) that the public doesn’t get to see. This could be a range of cracking jokes, sharing whatever appears on his fyp/timeline, dancing around to songs, even creating silly little songs for you.

An overall ball of sunshine

LOVES gift giving but not so often that you know you’re getting it subtle about it and the gifts are always something you’ve been eyeing because let’s be real— he’s the kind of boyfriend that peeps what you like and makes a mental note about it to get it for you

Entirely loyal to you and protective

Note pt2: First official post. Part 2 of him being your boyfriend coming soon but intimate ver.

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A/N: someone requested this i hope it’s good enough for you ^-^ just wanted to post something short until i start working on my hamzah fic again.

A = Aftercare (what they’re like after sex)

Hollis is incredibly tender after sex—like, brushing hair out of your face, kissing your shoulder, whispering sweet nothings into your neck type of tender. He’ll run his fingers along your back while your heartbeat slows, murmuring things like, “You did so good for me, angel” If you’re too tired to move, he’ll get a towel and clean you up himself, then wrap you in his arms and hold you till you fall asleep.

B = Body part (their favorite body part of theirs and also their partner’s)

He’s lowkey obsessed with his hands—long fingers, good control, and he knows how to use them. He loves the way you react when he wraps them around your throat, slides them between your thighs or when he puts his fingers in your mouth. On you? Your thighs, for sure. Whether they’re wrapped around his waist or trembling after he’s made you cum on his tongue, he can’t get enough. He’ll tease you about them, too—gripping them possessively and whispering, “All mine, yeah?”

C = Cum (anything to do with cum, basically)

Hollis likes making a mess. Not in a careless way, but in a claiming way. He loves finishing on your stomach or chest and watching it drip, the sight making him smirk like he’s proud of what he’s done to you. He also loves it when you suck his cum off of his fingers. If he finishes inside, he won’t pull out right away, he’ll stay there, kissing you slowly, grinding just a little, just enough to make you whimper.

D = Dirty secret (pretty self explanatory, a dirty secret of theirs)

He’s recorded you before. With your full consent, of course. But he keeps those videos saved in a locked folder on his phone, and when he’s away on tour or late at night in bed alone, he’ll watch them and stroke himself slowly to the sound of your voice. He loves seeing you fall apart for him on camera.

E = Experience (how experienced are they? do they know what they’re doing?)

Hollis knows what he’s doing most of the time but he’s not cocky about it, though. He’s attentive, skilled, and patient, always paying attention to what makes you arch or gasp or moan his name. He learns what you like fast and nothing turns him on more than figuring out exactly how to please you to the fullest.

F = Favorite position (this goes without saying)

He really enjoys missionary—but not the basic kind. The kind where your legs are over his shoulders, where he’s deep and slow, where he can kiss you and watch every expression flicker across your face, or watch the way his cock gets sucked by your pussy and how a bump appears on your abdomen everytime he thrusts in you. It’s intimate and filthy all at once. He likes being close enough to whisper things like, “Look at me, baby. Wanna see how good I make you feel.”

G = Goofy (are they more serious in the moment? are they humorous? etc.)

He’s mostly serious but he has his moments. He’s not full-on giggling in bed, but if something silly happens, he’ll chuckle low in his throat and press a kiss to your cheek.

H = Hair (how well groomed are they? does the carpet match the drapes? etc.)

He keeps things trimmed and neat. He doesn’t like letting it get wild down there—mostly because he knows you like going down on him, and he wants to make it as smooth and clean for you as possible.

I = Intimacy (how are they during the moment? the romantic aspect)

Sex with Hollis isn’t just about getting off, it’s about connection. He kisses slow, holds you close, and stays locked into your eyes like you’re the only thing in the world that matters. He’ll say the softest or dirtiest things right when you’re falling apart—“You feel s’good, baby… made for me, hm?” “That’s it, baby, cum on my cock”. He’s big on neck kisses mid-thrust, fingers laced with yours.

J = Jack off (masturbation headcanon)

He doesn’t do it too often. He’d rather wait for you, but when he does, it’s usually late at night, eyes closed and lips parted while he strokes himself slow to the thought of your voice, your face, the way you sound when you cum. He’s not messy about it, but if you’ve sent him something spicy? That video’s going on repeat. And he always finishes with a low groan, whispering your name under his breath like a prayer.

K = Kink (one or more of their kinks)

Praise. Hollis is so into making you feel good and telling you exactly how good you are. He’ll whisper something like, “Fuck, just like that, baby. You’re taking me so well” while he’s buried inside you. He’s definitely a soft dom that likes being in control, guiding your body, giving you what you beg for. Light bondage (wrists held down, not too harsh), lots of dirty talk, and a hint of possessiveness. If you want him to be more rough, he’ll definitely do it. (he loves it)

L = Location (favorite places to do the do)

He prefers the bed, somewhere comfortable where he can stretch out with you after and keep you close. But if the mood hits and privacy allows? A dressing room, his studio with the door locked, the backseat of his car on a late night drive—he’s not opposed. As long as he can have you clinging to him, flushed and breathless, he’s all good.

M = Motivation (what turns them on, gets them going)

Your voice does it for him every time. A soft gasp, a breathy moan when you make out on his lap, even the way you say his name when you’re needy—he’s instantly hard. The way you look at him when you’re turned on? That little dazed, desperate look in your eyes? He’s done for. And if you ask for it, like actually say “please”? He’ll mutter a low “fuck” and have his hands on you before you can even finish the word.

N = No (something they wouldn’t do, turn offs)

He’s not into extreme degradation. Teasing? Sure. A little overstimulation? Sure. But anything that genuinely hurts your feelings or crosses into cruel territory is a hard no. He doesn’t want to humiliate you, he wants to worship you and love you, make you feel so good that leaves your body shaking. If you ever seemed uncomfortable, he’d stop instantly. No questions.

O = Oral (preference in giving or receiving, skill, etc.)

He loves giving. Loves the way you grip the sheets, whimper, twitch under his tongue. He’ll take his time down there, slow licks, fingers curling inside you, humming just to feel the way you shake. And he makes it a goal to have you cumming on his tongue at least once every time. As for receiving? He loves it too. Head thrown back, thighs tense, whispering “You’re gonna make me cum, baby… fuck, just like that.”

P = Pace (are they fast and rough? slow and sensual? etc.)

Usually slow and deep. He likes to draw it out, build that tension until you’re begging. But if you’re both already worked up, he can go rough. Deep and fast thrusts, tight grip on you, head buried in your shoulder while he groans against your skin. Even when it’s rough tho, there’s always that little softness—like a hand on your cheek, a kiss to your neck, a whispered “You okay?” in between thrusts.

Q = Quickie (their opinions on quickies, how often, etc.)

He’s into them, especially when the tension’s been building all day—long touches, stolen glances etc. If you pull him into the bathroom during a party or crawl into his lap when he’s in the studio, he’s not saying no. He’ll press you against a wall or a counter, one hand over your mouth to muffle your moans while he kisses your neck and pounds into you.

R = Risk (are they game to experiment? do they take risks? etc.)

The idea of getting caught turns him on way more than he’ll admit. Sex in a semi-public space, a teasing hand under the table, a whispered threat of “Don’t make a sound, baby” in a not-so-private location. He’s also down to try new things with you, as long as there’s trust and it’s not something crazy weird.

S = Stamina (how many rounds can they go for? how long do they last?)

Two rounds for sure, i think. He’s not the fastest to cum, but once he does, give him a few minutes and he’s ready to go again, especially if you’re still needy and squirming. He’ll tease you for it, too. ”Come on, princess…just one more okay? I know you can take it” He’s got great control, he’ll take his time, edge you if he’s feeling playful, and make sure you’re completely satisfied before he even thinks about being done.

T = Toys (do they own toys? do they use them? on a partner or themselves?)

I don’t think he would own toys or use anything on you (except for ropes or something to tie you up with). He prefers doing everything to you with his own body, it feels more intimate that way.

U = Unfair (how much they like to tease)

Hollis is a huge tease. He’ll edge you with his fingers until your thighs are shaking, then pull away like it’s nothing. He gets this smug little smile when you whine—“What? I’m just taking my time. You want it that bad?” He loves having you desperate, soaking, begging. But the second you start to cry or say “please” in that broken voice, he’ll give in. And then he won’t stop until you’re limp and wrecked in his arms.

V = Volume (how loud they are, what sounds they make, etc.)

He’s vocal but not that much. Lots of low groans, breathy swearing, drawn-out moans when he’s close. He talks a lot during sex, soft praise, dirty whispers, little teases while he’s buried deep. “Fuck, so wet f’me” “You gonna cum again, baby? Yeah?” The louder you get, the more turned on he gets and he becomes more vocal.

W = Wild card (a random headcanon for the character)

He gets off on late-night sessions where you’re barely awake (with your consent always). Half-asleep in bed, soft and pliant, and he’s slow, careful, whispering, “Just relax, baby. Lemme take care of you.” He’ll hold your thighs open, fuck you deep and lazy while you cling to him in that hazy, sleepy state. Making you cum without even needing to move much at all.

X = X-ray (let’s see what’s going on under those clothes)

He’s big but not too big. The kind that stretches you just right, especially when he goes slow and deep like he loves to. Veiny, warm, and he knows exactly how to use his hips to make you feel every inch of him. Seeing you struggle to take it turns him on like nothing else.

Y = Yearning (how high is their sex drive?)

His sex drive is high, but not in a pushy way. It’s more like a slow burn that’s always there, ready to flare up the second you give him a green light. He’s constantly touching you, hands on your waist, fingers tracing your thighs, lips brushing your neck. If you so much as look at him a certain way, he’s already hard, ready to fuck you right then and there.

Z = Zzz (how quickly they fall asleep afterwards)

Hollis doesn’t fall asleep right away. He’s too wrapped up in you—literally and emotionally. He’ll pull you close, trace circles on your skin, kiss the back of your neck, talk to you in that low, sleepy voice. Only after he’s sure you’re warm, clean, and safe in his arms does he finally drift off, still holding you like you’re the best thing that’s ever happened to him.

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wait do we want pt two of hollis ff cus im lowkey bored and could write somethinggg 😛😛

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Loop of the Year

This one-shot is part of a series. You don’t need to read the rest to enjoy it, but you can check it out here if you want.

A/N: Not proofread. Also, not sure about writing smut, it feels kind of off writing about a real person. But let me know what you think.

Word count : 3,020

Summary: After a viral collab and a magnetic onstage performance, you and rising artist 2Hollis find yourselves pulled into a whirlwind of attention, rumors, and undeniable chemistry. When the internet begins shipping you two, it’s all noise… until it's not. A chance run-in at a Rick Owens afterparty reignites the spark, leading to a night of unreleased tracks, honest conversations, and a kiss that changes everything.

You and Hollis finished the song, but neither of you really talked about the collab afterward. You’d been in the studio with him on and off for a few weeks, but your schedule stayed packed so you never had much time to hang out with him or his friends, even though you both clearly wanted to.

You kept in touch mostly through Instagram. He’d reply to your stories or like your posts, little things here and there.

Then he left for a European tour. When he came back, he hit you up saying he wanted to perform your collab live. At first, you were skeptical. But he reassured you the song was fire, and he was convinced it was going to blow up. You liked performing your music, but you didn’t really know Hollis’s fanbase or how they’d react to you.

A few days later, you found yourself backstage at a small but packed venue in Silver Lake, the kind of place where the crowd screams every lyric like a personal prayer. The setlist was taped to the floor. Your name was sharpied in next to his, halfway through the set.

You watched from the side as Hollis took the stage, energy magnetic, voice steady. He made it look effortless. The crowd knew every word, arms up, bodies swaying. You weren’t sure what you expected, but it wasn’t this kind of intensity.

When it was time, he looked toward you through the stage lights and nodded.

“Special guest tonight,” he said into the mic, half-smiling. “You’ve probably seen her face in a campaign. Maybe heard her voice on something weird and beautiful. Either way, she’s here. And this next one… this one’s ours.”

The cheers were louder than you expected.

You stepped onto the stage, heart thudding. The lights were blinding, the heat immediate. But the second the beat dropped, your nerves melted. The loop hit, the crowd moved, and you sank into the pocket of the song like you’d been performing it forever.

You and Hollis traded verses, chemistry sharp and easy. Every look, every movement between you felt amplified, caught in the flash of someone’s camera, the scream of a fan. When your hook came in, the crowd started singing with you—stumbling on the words, but trying. That was the part that got you.

By the time the track faded out, you were breathless and grinning. Hollis pulled you into a loose one-armed hug, mic still in hand.

“Give it up,” he said, voice echoing through the room, “for someone I’ve been waiting too damn long to do this with.”

After that night, videos from the concert went viral. The song wasn’t even out yet, and people were already begging you to drop it on Spotify. You saw some really sweet tweets people calling it a breath of fresh air, saying it felt like the collab of the year.

Of course, some of his fanbase and yours were annoying. Some claimed you were ruining his career; others said he was just riding the wave of your current hype. 

You were at the beach, hanging out with your manager, when she showed you some tweets people shipping you and Hollis, or posting wild theories about how you two were secretly dating. Some even said that was the only reason he’d done such a “trash collab” with you.

You rolled your eyes, half-laughing. “People are insane.”

Your manager handed you her phone. “Insane, but viral. Engagement’s through the roof.”

You scrolled through the tweets some funny, some mean, some weirdly invested. A clip of you and Hollis on stage had already hit a million views. The way he looked at you mid-verse? Yeah, people were running with it.

You tossed the phone onto your towel. “We were literally just performing.”

“Yeah,” she said, squinting at the sun. “But you looked good together. And in this industry, looking good together sells.”

You stared out at the waves, the weight of her words settling in your chest. You hadn’t talked to Hollis since the show. Not really. A couple likes. One “we did that” text. Nothing deep.

But that night on stage wasn’t the last time you and Hollis saw each other and you both knew it.

A new Rick Owens store had just opened in L.A., and both of you were on the guest list. An afterparty was being thrown at a bar not too far from the venue, packed with other artists and influencers.

You showed up with your manager, already a bit tipsy from the champagne flutes passed around at the event. The music was loud, the lighting moody, and everyone was dressed like they were trying not to look like they were trying.

You spotted Hollis across the room almost immediately. He looked good better than he should in that dim light, dressed down in all black, casually leaning against the bar beside Roman and another guy you didn’t recognize, who you later found out was Nate.

He hadn’t seen you yet. Or maybe he had and was just taking his time. Either way, you didn’t move toward him. You stayed where you were, finishing your drink, your manager deep in a conversation with someone from a label.

Eventually, your manager slipped away to say hi to someone from Vogue, and you wandered over to the bar, partly out of curiosity, partly because you were feeling just bold enough to.

Hollis noticed you this time. He turned before you even made it halfway, his eyes locking on you like he’d been expecting it.

He said something to Roman, who smirked and looked at you two like he already knew how the night was going to play out.

“You clean up nice,” Roman called over his drink, eyes dragging down your outfit and back up again. “Didn’t know Rick did angel-core.”

You raised a brow. “Didn’t know you spoke runway.”

“I don’t,” he grinned, licking the rim of his glass. “But I know pretty when I see it.”

Hollis chuckled, shaking his head. “Ignore him. He gets flirty when the lighting’s moody.”

“And the company’s good,” Roman added.

You slid in between the two of them at the bar, ordering something with ginger and lime, feeling the way both their eyes lingered a little too long but not long enough to call out.

“So,” Hollis said, tone casual but his gaze anything but, “you’re just gonna come in here and act like you didn’t blow the roof off last week?”

You laughed. “I think you were the one doing the heavy lifting.”

“Nah,” Roman cut in, sipping his drink. “It was the way you two were looking at each other on stage. Whole room felt it.”

You narrowed your eyes at him. “Were you taking notes?”

“Something like that,” he shrugged. “Just wondering if the chemistry’s part of the performance… or a preview.”

Hollis shot him a look, amused but pointed. Roman just raised both hands like don’t mind me.

You tried to keep a straight face, but your smile betrayed you. “Y’all always like this?”

“Only around people we like,” Hollis said, low.

You held his gaze. “Flattering.”

“True,” he said. “But also true.”

Your drink arrived, cold glass brushing your fingertips. You took a sip, letting the citrus bite pull you back to earth.

“So, what’s the plan?” you asked, glancing between them. “Just stand around here flirting with me all night?”

Roman leaned in slightly. “Is that a problem?”

You smirked. “Didn’t say it was.”

Hollis chuckled, eyes never fully leaving yours. “Well, if we’re not just here to flirt, what is the plan?”

You took another sip, letting the silence stretch just enough. “Actually,” you said, setting the glass down, “I’ve been working on something.”

That caught his attention. He tilted his head slightly. “Yeah?”

You nodded. “New project. Real different from what I’ve done before. Rough edges, still weird, but cleaner. Still figuring it out.”

Roman leaned on the bar, clearly eavesdropping. “When you say different, you mean like… industry-approved different or ‘my label hates this but I’m obsessed with it’ different?”

“The second one,” you said with a laugh. “Definitely the second one.”

Hollis’s grin widened. “Now I’m interested.”

“I’ve got some demos,” you offered, shrugging like it wasn’t a big deal. “Nothing finished, just sketches.”

Hollis didn’t miss a beat. “Then let’s bounce.”

You blinked, caught off guard by how simple he made it sound. “What, now?”

“Unless you’re scared I’ll hate it,” he said, teasing but not unkind.

You narrowed your eyes. “Bold of you to assume I care what you think.”

He smirked. “You do.”

You paused, watching him. Then shrugged. “Fine. My place’s closer anyway.”

Roman raised his glass in mock salute. “Y’all have fun. I’ll tell Nate you eloped.”

You shook your head, setting your glass on the bar. “Thanks, Roman. Truly a man of grace.”

“Tell Hollis to behave,” he called after you both as you turned toward the exit.

“He won’t,” you shot back over your shoulder.

Hollis followed, a step behind, his hand grazing the small of your back

Twenty minutes later, you were back at your apartment. The city was quiet outside your windows, soft orange haze bleeding through your curtains. You kicked off your boots at the door, Hollis trailing behind you in that relaxed way he always had like he was already at home.

Your laptop was still on the coffee table, next to a pair of headphones and a half-used notebook.

“You want the aux or should I drive?” you asked, already crouching to plug in the cable.

“Play me what you hear,” Hollis said, sinking into your couch like he’d been there before.

You queued up a folder labeled “???” and hit play.

The first track that filled the room was haunting glitchy vocals, layered texturess. It didn’t ask to be liked. It just existed, unapologetic.

You watched him as he listened. Eyes closed. Head tilted slightly. No words, just focus.

When the song faded, he opened his eyes slowly. “Run that back.”

You did. Then another. Then another.

By the time the third track ended, he was sitting forward, elbows on knees.

“You’re doing something different here,” he said. “Like… no one’s in this lane. This is your own shit.”

That made you pause, heart skipping slightly.

You cleared your throat. “Thanks. That means a lot coming from you.”

He looked over at you, the space between you now feeling charged all over again.

“You know we should make more, right?” he asked. “Not just one track. I mean real shit. A full thing. You and me.”

You met his gaze, pulse humming beneath your skin. “I’ve thought about it.”

“Think harder,” he said, voice lower now. “Cause if you’re down, I’m in.”

The track still played softly in the background, the room dim except for the glow from your screen. You thought about what your manager said, about how the dating rumors were good for marketing, how looking good together sells.

But you didn’t want that. You didn’t want something real, something honest, to be reduced to optics. This connection between you and Hollis it wasn’t just about appearances.

“I’d love to,” you said, easing down beside him on the couch. “But I don’t want people thinking we’re dating.”

Hollis turned toward you slightly, his expression unreadable, one brow raised. “Is that a bad thing?”

You met his eyes, heart skipping for just a second. “It is if that’s the only reason people pay attention.”

He leaned back, letting out a low breath. “I’m not trying to make a PR move, if that’s what you’re worried about.”

You looked at him, studying his face in the soft light. “So why me, then? Why even reach out back then?”

He didn’t blink. “Because you’re good. Really good. I don’t work with people just because they look cool in a feed. You hear different. You feel different. That’s rare.”

Your breath caught in your throat not just at the words, but at how sincerely he said them. 

“And if I happen to like how you look at me when you’re singing…” he added, voice dropping slightly, “that’s just extra.”

You didn’t say anything. Just looked at him. Let the silence stretch, warm and charged.

He leaned in a little, close enough for you to feel the shift in his energy. “Unless you’re the one worried people will get the wrong idea.”

“I’m not worried,” you said, voice softer now.

“Good,” he murmured, eyes on your lips. “Because I don’t really care what they think.”

The air between you tightened. The music in the background faded into something slower, as if the universe was in on the moment.

Your legs were barely touching on the couch, but it felt electric. One small move, and you’d be in his space completely.

You didn’t move.

Neither did he.

“Tell me to stop,” he said low, eyes still locked on yours.

But you didn’t.

He leaned in, his hand gently cupping your jaw, thumb brushing just beneath your cheekbone. And then his lips were on yours.

It wasn’t soft.

It was all tension released at once, the kind that had been building since the studio, since that first message, since the way he looked at you on stage like you were the only thing that mattered in the room.

You kissed him back.

Harder than you meant to, but not more than you wanted to.

His hand slid to the back of your neck, pulling you closer. Your fingers tangled in the hem of his hoodie, anchoring yourself against the gravity of it all.

He pulled away just enough to breathe, his forehead resting against yours. His voice was rough, uneven. “Been wanting to do that since the first take.”

You let out a quiet laugh, dazed. “Took you long enough.”

His mouth brushed yours again—this time slower, more deliberate. “You kept disappearing.”

“You didn’t chase me.”

“I’m here now,” he murmured, kissing the corner of your mouth. “Aren’t I?”

Your hands slid under the edge of his hoodie, fingers meeting warm skin. He stilled for a second, then moved back in, his kiss deeper now, hungrier. His body angled toward yours as you both shifted, the couch suddenly too small for the space you needed.

Your knees bumped against his thigh, and you didn’t pull away. If anything, you leaned in more, your body reacting before your brain could catch up. His hands moved to your waist, slow and sure, like he was memorizing how you fit into his space.

“You sure about this?” he asked, voice low and thick with restraint, though his fingers didn’t stop tracing circles against your hip.

You nodded once, then leaned in until your lips brushed his again, barely there. “You asking ‘cause you care… or ‘cause you want me to say stop?”

His breath caught. “I’m asking,” he murmured, his mouth grazing your jaw, “so I can say I warned you.”

That made you smile smug, charged, your pulse in your ears. “Cute. You think I need a warning.”

He chuckled against your skin, and the sound of it went straight through you. His mouth found the spot beneath your ear again, soft this time, and you tipped your head instinctively.

Then you shifted, just enough to straddle his lap.

His hands stilled at your sides. “Oh,” he said, blinking up at you. “We’re doing this?”

You raised a brow, feigning innocence. “Thought you didn’t care what people think.”

“I don’t,” he said, voice dropping again, “but I care what you want.”

You bit your lip, considering it for a beat too long. “Right now?” Your hands slid up his chest. “I want you to stop being so sweet and kiss me like you mean it.”

He didn’t hesitate after that.

One arm locked around your waist, the other threading into your hair as he pulled you down, lips meeting yours with heat that said finally. Your hips shifted without thinking, just enough to feel the tension building between you. 

He pulled back slightly, breath ragged, eyes locked on yours. His thumbs rubbed small circles into your waist like he wasn’t quite ready to let go yet. Like he didn’t want to.

“You keep kissing me like that,” he said, voice rough, “and I’m gonna start writing songs about it.”

You laughed, cheeks flushed. “Pretty sure you already have.”

He smirked but didn’t deny it.

You rested your forehead against his, your voice softer now. “What are we doing, Hollis?”

He breathed in like he was trying to steady himself, like you asking made it real.

“Whatever this is,” he said slowly, “it’s good. I don’t wanna mess it up. And I don’t want it to be just… this.” He motioned vaguely between your bodies. “I want to keep building. With you. On and off the mic.”

You blinked. The heat in your chest shifted still burning, but different now. 

Then he added, eyes flicking up to yours again, cautious but hopeful: “I’ve been thinking about the next leg of my tour. And I know your schedule’s wild, but…” He exhaled. “Would you ever want to come with me? Not as, like, my plus-one or whatever. As an artist. We could perform the track. Maybe more. Bring something new to the set.”

Your heart skipped. You weren’t expecting that not tonight, not like this.

You searched his face, trying to read between the lines. But there wasn’t anything hidden there. Just honesty.

You tilted your head, smiling. “Is this your way of saying you want to spend more time with me?”

He grinned, a little crooked. “It’s my way of saying I don’t want to stop this”

Your fingers brushed against the back of his neck. “Lemme think about it.”

He raised an eyebrow. “That a maybe?”

“That’s a hell yeah, but I’m pretending to play hard to get.”

He laughed, pulling you back in by the waist. “I’ll take it.”

He kissed you again, all smile and promise, and in that moment, it felt less like a maybe and more like the start of everything.

[hollissrightbuttcheek]

Nah Hollis’s Coachella look is gonna drive me up a fucking wall.. the hair?? The makeup?? The outfit?? It’s over for me guys. I’ve actually reached a point of no return after today.

[ilove2holliss]

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