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ctto-becauseimunoriginal · 4 years ago

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pairing: professor! juyeon x student! gn reader

word count: 1.6k

warnings: suggestive, food, one swear word

a/n: this is not proofread, wrote this while thinking of this juyeon

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you were always the student who only had eyes on your grades, no time for love, little time for friends, but more time to yourself and your books.

every morning you come to class not too early but also never late, different from your usual busy-taking-notes-during-class demeanor, you would always come into class with earphones in both ears, plopping down onto your seat and laying your head on its usual spot, onto your crossed arms on the table. trying to take in as much of sleep-mode of what’s possible before you start another pen-wrecking day. if a new student would see you act your part every morning, they would think you’re one of the rebellious kids, only coming to school to sleep. but, that quickly changes as your professor enters the classroom, your desk already cluttered with opened notebooks, a book, and pens you switch ever so often whenever one decides to die on you.

well, that was the case a week ago

now, you’re currently in the kitchen of the rented private beachside villa your class decided to spend the weekend in and taking out a bunch of beer bottles from the fridge. trying to fit as many beer necks as you can in between your fingers, walking out to the gazebo you probably look like edward scissorhands but beer bottles in place of the scissors. carefully placing them on the oversized dining table that seem to stretch for meters long, you arrange them in a way that you can fit more bottles onto the already crowded-with-food-that-would-last-you-two-months table. making a bee line back inside to the kitchen you grab more beer bottles and replay what you just did.

a month ago, your classmates decided it would be nice if the whole class could go on a vacation together, call it a team building program if anyone else from school asks, to which the whole class agreed to, surprisingly, you did too. not only did it shock you when you realized what you voluntarily just did without second-thoughts, it also shocked your professor, the one that handled your class, who you, as a smart but definitely not dense one, know has been eyeing you a lot lately. maybe it was because of the dark eye bags that gradually turns darker every week that passes.

so here you are, sitting under the gazebo chattering and talking to the other girls in your class that were also in charge of food duties along with you, as the others clutter themselves around the gazebo doing their duties, hanging through the ceiling several soft white lights, some boys and your professor trying to figure out how to start the karaoke machine, while others took the initiative to forget their duties and go straight towards the sea ever since they arrived.

***

maybe it was because you had far too much vodka-induced fruit punches for one sitting or maybe it’s that fighting the beer you downed earlier, but one thing is for sure, you were not feeling all too well.

maybe a cupcake will help.

slowly you took off the paper wrapper that held it together, and eyeing it with a sour expression, suddenly it doesn’t look all-too appetizing.

handing it over to the boy seated right beside you he gladly opened up accepting you offer, feeding him a mouthful of the cupcake. more like…

forced a whole cupcake in his mouth and down his throat.

you then stood up excusing yourself out of the dinner table and made a bee line towards the entrance to the kitchen, kind of like it’s an entry and/or exit way exclusive just for you.

going straight to the room that you’re staying in along with 5 other classmates from your class, you softly knocked on the wooden door to make your presence known just in case there were people having sexy time in there and definitely does not want uninvited guests over.

you slowly pushed the door open and peeking your head in first from the gap when you received no response. making another beeline towards your bed at the far corner of the room you reached for your bag and fished for your phone, expecting a missed call or two from no one in particular, just maybe a missed call or a single text.

your parents never really worried whenever you are out, instead, they’re thankful whenever you’re out, always complaining at how you’re always in your room and only bothering to come out when it’s time to eat or when you use the bathroom if it’s not to go to school.

your phone in hand, you see nothing but your lockscreen wallpaper with the time and date stamped on top along with the little icons at the bottom.

disappointed but not surprised

you threw it on your bed already feeling bored as the feeling of uneasiness from earlier subsided and eventually disappeared. crouching down at the foot of your bed, fingers raking through your hair to grab a fistful trying to make the gears work and think of something fun to past the time.

a sudden knock on the door disturbs your train of thought, still racking your head for what to answer to a knock, it caught you by surprise to see your prof’s head peek through the opened door before letting himself in and closing the door in the process.

tonight, your professor didn’t seem like a professor to you, he seemed more like a classmate. most probably because of how he dressed tonight, a tucked in simple white button up but ironically at least half of the buttons from the top are left unbuttoned, enough to show off his low-dangling necklace that sits perfectly in the center of his upper chest, of course that means his chest is almost fully revealed. your eyes trailed down to his sleeves, neatly rolled up unto his elbows giving a show of his veiny arms and stopping at his long fingers where several silver rings sat.

you thought it would stop there just because i said ‘stopping at his fingers’? oh, no

you took the initiative to scan your eyes further down past his suddenly fascinating black belt, his bulge his muscular thighs and long legs down to his drastically-different-accessory to his up-kept beach outfit, slides.

your professor didn’t graduate with a degree for nothing, he caught you eyeing him up and down with hazy hooded-eyes looking like you’re about to jump unto him, legs around his waist, arms around his neck, fingers laced in his hair and making out with him in the empty room. fall asleep on the floor with how fucked out hot you looked.

realizing that you were checking out your professor head to toe just now, you snapped back to reality and more importantly back on your feet standing straight to greet him properly. offering a hi, moreover hating how small and shy your hi sounded just now. hoping he’ll buy the ‘blushing because of alcohol’ act you bite the insides of your cheeks hoping he wont conclude you’re blushing because you were checking him out.

he returns a ‘hey’ back at you, but this time with a cheeky smile that definitely shows he knows something, and you also definitely know something. tension starting to rise in the air, you cleared your throat and decided to strike up a conversation, ignoring how you saw him by the corner of your eye checking you up and down the same way you did earlier.

“did you need something from here?” you start of slow, trying your best not to make your voice shake as you speak.

“nothing really, i was just checking up on you. you didn’t look all too well checking out that cupcake in your hand” he lets out a soft laugh reminiscing your face of disgust as you eyed the poor dessert.

“o-oh! don’t worry about that, i’m fine i was just a little oozy earlier” you stammered struggling to let the words out.

“must be the stench of alcohol in the air… are you sure you’re fine now? you were on the floor when i came in before you checked me out like i wasnt your professor” he takes steps towards you and takes a hold of your hands that you unconsciously balled into fists behind your back.

“n-no i’m fine, really” you tried to be assuring but the stuttering gave it all away.

“doesn’t seem like it though…” he trails off, coming closing to your face, his hot breath on your ear

“is there something i can help you with….?” guiding your hands and placing them flat on his hard chest as he placed his on your waist, surprisingly giving you butterflies at the feeling of someone touching you.

“tell me anything princess, i’d be glad to comply” his lips now latched on your neck giving pecks at first, then into wet open mouthed kisses, until it turned into sucking and biting, definitely leaving marks in the morning.

pulling you closer by the waist, your arms can’t help but circle around his neck, mouth agape open letting out a whimper you didn’t know you were holding in the whole time. you can feel his grip on your waist tighten momentarily before softening again.

you can feel one of his arm snake under your shirt, feeling your sides, and his other arm now turned to go under your shirt, gripping on your bare waist as he groans onto your neck and your continuous whimpers sound like music to his ears. his free arm wandering up against you again, this time you let out something like a shudder mixed with a whimper, legs almost going weak at the amount of attention you’re getting at the moment.

‘it’s been a while since I’ve done this, it wouldn’t hurt to do it again tonight’

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cadence-talle · 5 years ago

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like ask prompts?? ..... because if so I would like to ask for a kam prompt where they’re both strangers on an airplane and one of them falls asleep on the other and the other doesn’t want to wake him up because he looks so comfortable (and he’s hot)

lisTEN anon you can’t just SAY stuff like that-

Word count: 1,437

-/-

Tam hates airplanes.

They’re cramped and weird-smelling and the cushioned seats seem to be designed to make you as uncomfortable as possible. Airplanes are high up on his list of Terrible Things, only being beaten out by his parents, his sister’s cat, and people in general.

But unless he wants to drive three days cross-country, he doesn’t have much of a choice. At least the flight is only five hours.

He sinks down into his seat and leans his head against the cool glass of the tiny airplane window, watching little people in orange vests move back and forth. Someone sits in the seat next to him. Tam doesn’t look up.

“Hi,” a male voice says. “Are you heading to Oregon?”

“Yep,” Tam responds shortly, because obviously he is, he’s on a plane to Oregon. The guy shifts in his seat, presumably buckling his seatbelt.

“Cool. I like your hair, by the way. How’d you get it so silver?”

“I melted my father’s heirloom ring and dipped my bangs in it,” Tam says. If this guy is going to keep asking stupid questions, he’s going to give short answers.

The guy hums, murmuring something like okay, that’s a little edgy, and lapses into silence. Tam breathes a sigh of relief- he does not want to be talking to strangers right now- and pops in his earbuds. He might as well finish this audiobook.

Fifteen minutes and two chapters later, Tam turns away from the window. They’re still on the ground, not even close to the runway yet. He exhales and picks up his phone, tapping absentmindedly through the few texts he’s gotten before switching it to airplane mode. He turns towards the aisle and freezes.

The guy in the seat next to him, the guy who was just talking his ear off, is really freaking hot. Carefully tousled blond hair that looks like it contains even more product than Tam's, icy blue eyes. He's sketching something in a notebook right now, tongue sticking out at the corner of his mouth. Tam is ashamed at how adorable he finds it.

Mentally, he slaps himself, shaking his head slightly. Stop looking at him, focus on your book, he thinks. With much effort, he looks out the window again.

-/-

Half an hour later, they’re finally in the air, Tam’s finished his audiobook, and he hasn’t been able to get Annoying(ly Hot) Plane Guy out of his head. He taps his fingers against the armrest impatiently, wishing they were just in Oregon already. Suddenly, a warm weight settles on his shoulder.

Annoying(ly Hot) Plane Guy is leaning on him. Annoying(ly Hot) Plane Guy is sleeping. On Tam’s shoulder.

Tam is about to combust. From anger or awkwardness, he’s not sure.

Gently, he tries to push the guy off of him. Annoying(ly Hot) Plane Guy doesn’t wake up, instead snuggling his head closer to Tam’s neck. The movement causes the notebook in his lap to fall to the ground.

Accepting that this is, in fact, his life, Tam sighs and picks it up. It’s a simple sketchbook, wirebound, with the name Keefe Sencen written on the top in messy script. Absentmindedly, Tam flips it open. It’s probably snooping, but he doesn’t really care; the owner- Keefe, apparently- is literally sleeping on his shoulder.

The drawings are beautiful. Most of them are just sketches, black-and-white with the occasional watercolor. Some of them look so real they could leap off the page and Tam would barely be surprised.

Tam turns to the most recent page, stunned to see it filled with a simple pencil sketch of him. He’s staring out the window, bangs hanging over one eye, and he looks so incredibly calm Tam almost wants to laugh. He’s never that collected in real life.

Still, it feels a little weird to be looking at something so obviously private, so Tam closes the sketchbook and tucks it into the seatback pocket in front of Keefe.

After that, it’s kind of peaceful. Keefe snores away on his shoulder, Tam listens to music, and it’s fine.

Of course, then the universe decides to ruin everything again.

They hit a patch of turbulence just over Missouri, bouncing to and fro so wildly Tam can hear multiple people scream. The pilot comes over the speaker and announces that they will set down in the St Louis airport until things quiet down.

Keefe wakes up during their descent, startling awake with wide eyes. “What happened?” He asks. Tam raises an eyebrow.

“You fell asleep on my shoulder. Then we hit a storm. We’re stopping in St Louis.”

“Oh.” Keefe’s quiet for a second, cheeks flushing a light pink. “Uh, I’m sorry.”

“Don’t worry about it,” Tam says. “My name’s Tam, by the way.”

“Keefe,” Keefe says, and Tam has to remind himself not to sound like a total stalker by saying ‘I know.’

They end up walking side by side as they make their way out of the plane, silently looking around. Every airport looks the same to Tam, but the St Louis one seems to be… older than the one they left from back in New York.

The plane’s passengers are directed towards a terminal, informed that they’ll be there for at least three hours, and then left alone. Tam groans and sends his sister a quick text informing her of the delay. She sends back a frowny face emoji, and that’s that.

“Hey,” Keefe says, moving over to where Tam’s sitting. “Do you want to go get food or something? Looks like we’re gonna be here a while, and restaurants are probably crowded. Better to stick together.”

“Sure,” Tam responds, not commenting on the fact that that logic makes absolutely no sense. They consult a highly confusing map, finally decide to just go to McDonald’s, and head down the airport hallway. Halfway there, Keefe skids to a stop with a delighted gasp.

“What is that?”

The thing in question is a large, obnoxiously yellow vending machine. It’s emblazoned with the words Ted Drewes Frozen Custard and features a picture of an old man smiling and holding a cup of frozen custard practically upside down. It’s the most horrific thing Tam has ever seen.

“I need it,” Keefe says. “I need the frozen custard.”

“Why?” Tam asks. “It’s probably expired and gross, anyway.”

“But Ted Drewes, Tam! He’s so happy with his frozen custard!”

“That man looks like he’s already dead and just being used as a prop,” Tam observes. “You do not need the frozen custard. Let’s go.”

Keefe pouts, and Tam’s heart does something that would probably qualify it for the olympic gymnastics team. He rolls his eyes. “C’mon. I’ll buy you an ice cream at McDonald’s.”

-/-

Three hours, two McFlurries, and one race around the airport later, they’re boarding the plane again. This time, as soon as they both sit down, Keefe turns to Tam and says,

“Hi. Are you heading to Oregon?”

Tam snorts. “Idiot.”

Keefe gives him a thumbs-up and makes grabby hands at his earbuds. “Can I listen to your audiobook with you?”

Tam blinks. Normally, he’d say no to anyone besides Linh- he’d most definitely say no to a random stranger. Of course, these aren’t exactly normal circumstances.

“Sure,” he decides, handing Keefe the right earbud. The guy lights up like a goddamn christmas tree as Tam starts the chapter.

(Thirty seconds later, he pulls out the headphone to look at Tam incredulously. “What the heck are you reading?”

Tam’s too busy laughing to answer.)

-/-

“So, uh,” Keefe says when they’re standing next to the luggage pickup. Tam knows his sister is waiting somewhere outside the airport, but he figures she can wait a little longer. Keefe’s cheeks flush. “It was… nice? To meet you?”

“You too,” Tam offers a small smile. “I’ll- see you around, maybe.” He won’t, probably, but he doesn’t know what else to say. Keefe nods.

“Yeah. I should go, but- here.”

He shoves a piece of paper at Tam’s chest and turns away. Tam barely manages a ‘bye’ before he’s gone. He stands there for a moment until he remembers to look at the paper.

It’s another drawing of him- Tam honestly doesn’t know when Keefe had the time. He’s sitting on one of those seats at the airport gate, typing at his phone. There’s a tiny grin on his face, soft in the way he never lets himself be. Tam wonders how Keefe manages to capture it.

Under the drawing, there are words, and a phone number-

Call me. -K

It’s funny, Tam thinks. He doesn’t hate airplanes so much anymore.

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kookscrescent · 5 years ago

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Mile High (m) │ knj

➤ pairing│Namjoon x female reader ➤ summary│You’re a nervous flyer, but your boyfriend seems to find a way to help distract you from the fact that you are 35.000 feet in the air. ➤ rating│NC-17, mature, 18+ ➤ genre│smut, fluff, boyfriend au, idol au ➤ warnings│protected sex, bathroom sex on a private jet, a tiny bit of dirty talk, slight mentions of anxiety (nothing major i promise! - mainly the fear of flying), semi public sex, joining the mile high club ➤ word count│5.3k│semi edited ➤ release date│January 3rd 2020 ➤ disclaimer│This is all fiction! Nothing mentioned/written are facts and/or real! So please just keep that in mind when reading and enjoy! Thank you ♡

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A small but audible ding sounds throughout the cabin, indicating that it is okay for everyone to unbuckle their safety belts. Everyone around you does just that. The various clicking noises from the buckles flying through the air.

You make no move to undo yours.

The person beside you stirs, turning his body towards you. “It’s safe to unbuckle now,” Namjoon tells you quietly. His voice soothing to the nerves cursing through your body. “Are you still feeling nervous?” He goes on to ask you.

You nod. You face turning to him and being met with the gentlest of smiles. “That’s understandable. It’s your first time in a private jet… it’s smaller than a normal plane so its normal to be nervous.”

Nervous is a bit of an understatement. You are a nervous flyer in general. Every time you have to get on a plane your entire body stiffens, your toes and fingers begin to tingle and your breathing becomes erratic. More often than not, you need a person with you to help you calm down or else you are sure to have a panic attack.

And the fact that your boyfriend has just dragged you on to a small private jet just doubles all of those feelings. It would have been fine if it was just you and Namjoon traveling alone, but it’s not. You are joined by the rest of the group, and you don’t want to cause any trouble for them or be a burden by showing your anxiety about flying. You know your anxiety is “mild” compared to what some people experience and go through, so you did the best you could to try and push it aside. That led to you not saying anything in fear that your breathing would go haywire and instead you tried to keep busy by eating.

Namjoon of course noticed that you weren’t being your usual self. Normally, you are so talkative that he sometimes has to shut you up by dragging you away from a conversation or else you could go on for days. So seeing you act differently made him stay close to you. He questioned why you were acting differently and for that you are thankful, because you honestly don’t think you would have been able to give him an answer without shedding a few tears.

“I’m sorry,” you whisper feeling like you need to apologize.

Namjoon frowns, “You don’t ever have to be sorry for fearing something!” His voice has dropped an octave. It’s his serious voice. “The mere fact that you are facing one of your fears is admirable!” He tells you and softly brushes a piece of hair away from your forehead.

“Thank you,” you murmur and he presses a quick kiss to your lips.

Feeling like Namjoon has giving you some strength with his words, you reach and unbuckle the safety belt.

“There…” you say mostly to yourself but Hoseok, who is sitting directly opposite you, hears you as well and he offers you a smile.

“Nervous flyer?” He asks.

“Yeah…”

“Don’t worry, the flight will be over before you even know it.” Hoseok tries to ease your nerves, but you know it’s easier said than done. You still have 10 and a half hours left before you land in New York and there really isn’t much for you to do to distract yourself when you are 35.000 feet in the air.

You could try watching a movie like Jimin and Jin are doing, or you could pull out your book from your bag and make an attempt at reading a few chapters, but you know none of that will work. It usually never does.

You could always try to sleep the hours off… but that will result in the hell of jet lag when you eventually land.

You could ask Namjoon to listen to some music with you? At the idea you glance next to you, seeing him pull out his small notebook and pen and his headphones – he’s going to work on writing lyrics.

Your stomach sinks but you can’t help but admire him. No matter where he is or what he is doing, he finds the time to work.

Heavily you sigh and slump back into the comfortable seat. You really don’t want to disturb him when he is writing, knowing that once he gets in the zone, he like to stay in it until he himself pulls out of it.

Guess you will just have to settle on staring into the air for now. You can do that for a bit, and it will give you some time to try and calm your nerves as well.

Closing your eyes you try to relax. You try to think of a happy memory and instantly you land on the first time you and Namjoon met. Two years ago, to be exact, you met him by accident at a small bookstore in Seoul. You were on the haunt for a novel to read but the one you really wanted was up to high on a shelf you couldn’t reach.

Enter Namjoon coming to your rescue. He had noticed you from a distance, struggling to reach the book by yourself and decided to help you. He had been so quiet walking up to you that you hadn’t heard him and didn’t even notice him until he was right behind you reaching past you to get the book.

Startled, you had turned around coming face to face with his collarbones. He handed you the book with the most handsome smile you have ever seen on a person and instantly your hands started shaking as you took the book from his grasp.

At the time you didn’t recognize him and he later told you that that was the reason why he didn’t venture far away after giving you the book. He had been curious and wanted to get to know you more, but he had been too nervous to ask you out after just having met you. He was afraid of coming off as a creep.

After that he had quietly retreated to his seat but you would be lying if you said that you hadn’t been stealing a couple glances his way and one time your eyes even met and you had been so embarrassed and went to hide on the other side of the store.

But after a while Namjoon had found you again, sitting against one of the shelves with the book open in your hands. He had finally gathered courage to ask you out, and that is exactly what he did.

You smile at the memory. Clearly remembering being sceptic when he had asked you out for a coffee. You weren’t really into the whole idol scene and you still didn’t recognize him, so to you it all seemed a little… weird? You have never been one to get asked out by guys you’ve just met before, but despite everything your parents have told you about strangers, you eventually accepted his invitation for coffee.

And now two years later, here- *thud*!

You are immediately brought back to the present time in the small cabin when the plane abruptly lowers. Your heart instantly starts to beat faster and your hands grip onto the seat for dear life.

Namjoon senses your change in posture and drops the pen in his hand and turns to you. Grabbing your hand in his, he tries to calm you down. “It’s just a little turbulence.” He continuously strokes the skin on your hand with his thumb – creating a little comfort in your body knowing that he understands. Slowly you start to relax again.

“I know, I know… I just,” breathing deeply you try to find words to justify how you are feeling, but truth is you know that it’s just turbulence, but your mind immediately goes into panic mode. “I need to find a way to distract myself.”

Namjoon switches his hold on your hand to interlacing your fingers. “What about watching a movie?” He suggests.

You smile, “That usually never works. I can never seem to focus enough on the movie to actually distract myself.” You tell him, the corners of your lips turning down to a frown. “Same goes for reading a book.”

“Why didn’t you tell me? We can talk and listen to some music together.”

“I didn’t want to interrupt you when you were writing.”

“Screw that!” He says and makes a show of closing his notebook. “I don’t have a deadline and I already have more than enough songs and melodies written for the next three albums. You are not feeling well so I would rather use my time trying to get you mind off all your worries.”

You can’t help but shy away from his eyes. The way he looks at you so adoringly when saying this has your stomach whirling with butterflies of the good kind. How you ever came to deserve being with someone as perfect as Namjoon is beyond you.

“No Joon, it’s fine… really, I don’t wa-“

“I’ve got it.” He suddenly lowers his voice so only you can hear him – even though everyone else is too occupied doing their own thing or sleeping.

“Go to the bathroom and wait for me there,” he whispers, his eyes gleaming with mischief. “I’ll knock six times so you will know its me.”

“What? Why?” You question.

“Just go.”

He makes a maneuver to pull your hand up and your body automatically follows. Standing from your seat you, you step past Namjoon and scurry down the narrow pathway between the seats and the rest of the boys. No one seems to take any care in it, probably thinking that you are just going to use the restroom. To say that you are confused is an understatement.

When you get to the bathroom, you double check that it is vacant before going inside. You gasp as the door closes behind you. This has got to be the most spacious and luxurious airplane bathroom you have ever seen! You could fit like ten people in here!

Wow!

“There’s a shower?!” You gasp with no one to answer you.

In awe, amazed at today’s technology as you step further inside the bathroom, trying to understand the concept of putting such a bathroom in a small jet. Either you are really stupid, or your brain is too wrapped around your anxiety and is drained from energy because you can’t seem to wrap your brain around this. You would be afraid to even sit on the toilet!

Footsteps emerge from the other side of the door shortly after and you wait. Someone begins knocking.

*knock* *knock* *knock* *knock* *knock*

You wait for the sixth knock before opening the door…

… *knock*

Namjoon slips through the open door, carefully making sure to lock it behind him. You stare at him in confusion, your brows knit together.

“Well?” you ask him expectantly.

“I know how to make you think of something else.”

“Okay… how?” You aren’t really sure what being in the bathroom has to do with that.

After a few moments of silence he answers you with a sly smile on his lips, “Let’s have sex.”

“W-What?” you stutter.

“Let’s have sex.” He repeats and steps closer to you.

“We’re on a plane Namjoon!” You whisper harshly, afraid that someone will walk by the door and hear you.

“So? Lots of people have sex on planes,” he tells you with no care. “It will help you take your mind off of things for a while.”

“Yes but… but the guys are right outside that door!” you sharply point to the closed door. Surely they would be able to hear every single sound you were to make in here. Right? “They’ll hear us!”

“So what? Do you honestly think they haven’t already heard us at the dorm?”

“Oh my god,” you murmur in embarrassment.

Namjoon takes two steps and your chests come in contact. He gently backs you up against the sink and rests his hands on your hips. “Have you never been the slightest bit curious to what it’s like having sex on a plane, huh?” he places a kiss just below your ear, his soft lips tickling your skin. Your hands find his wrists for support. “I can help you baby – another kiss – let me help you forget.” His voice has turned to a hoarse whisper, his words rolling through your body like an electric current.

“But they’ll he-“

He shushes you with a kiss to your lips. He lingers there for a moment letting you feel him before he pulls away. “Stop thinking about them,” he whispers, “right now it’s just you and I… okay?”

Even though he has worked himself into a hot mess, Namjoon waits for your confirmation to proceed, and only when you nod and a softly whispered yes follows, does he reconnect your lips.

Barely grazing your lips, he gently lures you in and as your lips become one all your previous worries seem to fade to the back of your mind. Moving together in sync, you move your hands from his wrists to the back of his neck where you bury your fingers in his soft locks.

He has been growing out his hair lately, and you must say that you agree with the decision!

Gradually, your kiss grows heavier. Every breath gets mingled and Namjoon’s hands travel from your hips and down your thighs. Carefully, he lifts you and sets you down on the counter space behind you.

At this angle you can fully bring him to you, your chests smushing together and you wrap your legs around his narrow waist.

His hands never rest – this time cupping both sides of your jaw to tilt your head to the side. The kiss gets heavier. You tongue is battling with his for dominance but in the end, you just give up and let him win. You like it when he takes the lead anyways.

Parting from your lips, he showers you in wet pecks down the side of your left cheek, across your jaw and down your neck, till he reaches your collarbone. There he gently bites the skin and the slight sting it leaves behind is quickly soothed by his tongue.

Moving his lips up again, he settles on a spot just below your jaw. Your sweet spot. Namjoon knows fully well that this spot makes you see stars, and of course he doesn’t waste any time in making your head spin by sucking on the tender skin there.

You gasp. The grip you have on his hair tightening and you crane your neck to allow him better access.

All your previous thoughts and worries are flying out of the door one by one with each suck and kiss to your neck. After two years of being in a relationship, Namjoon knows your body in and out – sometimes you even wonder if he knows your body better than you do. The possibility is there!

You are so distracted by your own thoughts, that you don’t even register Namjoon undoing the string on your sweatpants until his hand is already down the front of your pants – his fingers skimming over the front of your panties.

You already know where he is headed with this, “Namjoon we don’t have time for that,” you gaspingly tell him.

But he just ignores you. His fingers continuing to skim over your soaked panties… once, twice… before he pushes them aside to allow his fingers to feel your wetness. Doing your best, you attempt to hold back the groan that is threatening to leave you throat.

Despite everything you are still well aware that more than a handful of people are on the other side of the door, and they will most likely be able to hear you moaning if you don’t hold back.

He rises from the spot on your neck, your eyes connecting and exchanging a heated look before he slots his lips over yours in a lazy kiss. Two of his fingers have found their way through your soaked slit and down to your equally if not even more soaked entrance. Automatically, you are clenching around nothing but air, waiting for them moment when his fingers enter you.

You were so against the idea of having sex in an airplane bathroom only minutes ago, but with each kiss, each touch and each breath, you are becoming more and more desperate.

“Namjoon,” you whine, breaking your kiss as a rushed breath fills the room when he finally enters you with two of his fingers.

He gives you no time to adjust to the intrusion. His fingers quickly working up a rhythm that leaves you short for breath. Clinging on to him, your hands fisting in his hair and his t shirt, you bite down on his shoulder when he brings his thumb into the mix. He works it over your clit in soft circles and he slows down the pace of his fingers to match.

He slants his other hand over your clothed breast, squeezing and massaging – a pleasure added to the already burning euphoria rushing through your body. You groan, “Please,” you whisper without really knowing what you want.

You lock eyes, “What is it baby?” he breaths, planting a kiss on the corner of your lips. Down south his fingers never seize – working you softly and slowly.

“You!” your entire body is heavy with the desire for him to do something, anything! “Just…You!”

He responds, not with words, but by looking deep into your eyes while he begins scissoring his fingers inside of you. With every push he can feel you clenching around his digits, your body craving his touch. Curling his fingers upward, he hit a tender spot that has you seeing white and the moan that escapes is inevitable.

“God, I love the sounds you make, but you have to keep it to a minimum baby.”

“I’m – ugh fuuck – I’m not going to last much longer!” you desperately mumble, trying to hold on to him as the pleasure fills you from head to toe.

The tension is building in your stomach, and your hips carelessly buck against his hand trying to create more friction to set off your orgasm. And just as the tension is about to snap, Namjoon pulls away from you completely. You whine, closing your eyes and aimlessly trying to pull him back to you.

“Why?!”

He chuckles as he battles with your fumbling hands, trying to undo his pants. “Don’t you want the real deal baby?” you nod before he is even done asking the question and no sooner do you hear the faint sound of his pants pooling around his ankles.

“Hop down and turn around,” he instructs, reaching for the condom that lays next to the sink. You hadn’t even noticed it laying there until now.

With shaky legs, you hop off the counter and automatically your sweatpants slide down your legs and you kick them off when they reach your feet. Hooking your thumbs in the side of your panties, you slide them off as well.

Behind you, you hear the familiar sound of foil ripping and Namjoon seethes himself with the latex, “Don’t wanna make a mess,” he says and steps up behind you, his hands grabbing your ass to pull you against him.

You can feel his hard erection pressing against you, the latex somewhat of a disappointment, but he is right – now is not the time to make a mess.

“Please,” you whimper, your eyes connecting in the mirror in front of you.

“Please what? What do you want?”

“You. Please, just… I need you.”

Namjoon’s eyes drop to where he is fisting himself, giving his cock a few pumps before he lightly shifts and pushes the head inside of your waiting entrance. Already, you are tensing around him, making it harder for him to push inside fully, but with two sharp thrusts, he seethes himself fully.

Both of you groan in unison when he hits home, and Namjoon has to calm himself with a deep breath and concentrate hard on not coming on the spot. You are clenching and unclenching around his cock like crazy. You didn’t know the extent of your desperation and need, but your body is clearly speaking for itself.

Slowly, he starts a rhythm. A rhythm that stretches you out so perfectly and each subsequent stroke is making your eyes roll to the back of your head. You whimper his name a little too loud and you bite your lip. But the shame that was starting to fill your body quickly washes away with the look of pure lust and love Namjoon sends you through the mirror.

Namjoon pulls you flush against his chest. One of his arms reaching around your shoulder to your chest to keep you upright. With the same hand he grabs your breast, while the other sneaks down your body to the place where you are connected. His nimble fingers quickly find your clit, drawing quick circles over it.

You can already feel the telltales of your orgasm. “Are you gonna cum around my cock?” Namjoon whispers against your ear, his hot breath sending tingles down your spine.

“Yeah!” You erratically nod and drop your head back against his shoulder.

“Good girl,” he praises.

He speeds up. His hips snapping against your ass and the sound of skin on skin filling the bathroom. His fingers speed up too, matching the rhythm of his cock pounding in and out of your heat. He is drawing whimper after whimper from your lips and they gradually become louder as he keeps going.

Needing you to keep quiet, he moves his hand from your breast to cover your mouth. With the immense pleasure cursing through your body, your legs feel like jelly and you desperately try to hold on to anything in reach to not fall.

With one final punching thrust, your muffled whimpers turn to moans and you crash into euphoria. You are shaking wildly in Namjoon’s arms as he rides you through the waves, his cock nor his fingers on your clit seizing their movements.

Gasping for air, you slump forward onto the cold counter space, as Namjoon chases after his own orgasm – his cock continuously pounding you. Every muscle inside of you is vibrating, clenching and unclenching from the aftershock of your orgasm.

“Fuuuuck,” you hear him hiss before his head drops to your shoulder and his warm seeds fills up the condom. “Shit!”Namjoon rests his forehead on your back as he comes down, trying to catch his breath.

Eventually, he pulls away and slips from your heat. Instantly you miss the fell of him inside of you, the stretch and the way he fills you up.

You close your eyes as you bask in the post orgasm feelings. Every inch of you feels warm, your eyelids heavy and your heart full. If you had been in a bed right now, you would have turned around and cuddled all night long.

Faintly, you hear Namjoon throwing away the condom and pulling on his pants, “Are you okay?” he gently asks you when you make no move to move from your position.

With your eyes still closed, you nod, “Yeah…”

Namjoon can’t help but laugh at your fucked-out state. With your pants and underwear around your ankles and the lazy smile on your lips. You look too adorable for him to handle!

“Come on you,” he coos.

You protest when he gently peels you back to stand up. “You can’t stay in here forever,” he tells you and end up laughing when you pout.

He presses a kiss to your pouting lips before helping you clean up and get dressed. The hole time you pout. In this moment you are feeling so at ease and so relaxed that you don’t want to go back out there in case any previous feelings come back.

Running his thumb over the frown between your brows, Namjoon pulls you in for a hug.

“You smell like sex,” you say, your comment muffled against his shirt.

His chest shakes with laughter, “Yeah, well so do you,” releasing you, he reaches past you, “here, use this.”

“What is it?” you ask, taking the small perfume like bottle from him.

“It’s air freshener.”

“You’re kidding!” you deadpan. “You want me to spray air freshener on myself?”

“And on me.”

“Ew!”

“Oh come on,” he takes the bottle from your hands and sprays himself three times. “It’s either this or go back out there smelling like sex.”

Reluctantly, you take the bottle and give yourself a few sprays. It doesn’t smell bad – it leaves a sort of fresh and foresty smell lingering behind. But now you just smell like you’ve been in the woods camping for a week.

It’s better than smelling like sex, you guess.

“Ready to go out?” he asks.

“In a second,” you reply and turn to the mirror. The reflection that greets you is somewhat of a mess. Smoothing your hands down your hair you try to tame the stray pieces. Fortunately, you opted to not wear any makeup this morning, so you don’t have to worry about your mascara sitting halfway down your face or your foundation being smudge.

“Now I’m ready,” you say when you realize that this is as good as it’s going to get at this point.

With a bowed head you follow Namjoon back to your seats. No one looks up in curiosity when you both sit back down, everyone still occupied with their own things or sleeping. Maybe no one noticed you were both gone.

You sneak a look around the cabin, Jin is still watching a movie but Jimin alongside with Yoongi has fallen asleep. Jimin’s headphones are still in his ears and his feet are tugged under neat him. Jungkook is also asleep, stretched out on the seat in front of Jin. You can lightly hear him snoring. Cute.

Your eyes lock with Hoseok when you turn back. You don’t know why, but your cheeks instantly heat up. Maybe it’s because he is the only one that is not wearing any headphones? There could be a good chance that he heard what went down in the bathroom just seconds ago.

“Are you feeling any better?” he surprises you by asking.

“I-I am, thank you.”

“Good,” his innocent smile makes you feel a little more at ease. Without any further words he returns to the writing in the notebook in front of him.

Leaning back in your seat, you feel more relaxed than when you first sat down. Namjoon was right. The sex really did help you take your mind off of things and has helped you feel more comfortable.

Next to you, Namjoon offers you a bottle of water which you gladly accept and chuck about half of it before setting it down.

“Thirsty?” Namjoon quirks amused.

“Shut up,” you lightly push his shoulder with yours and hide your face behind your hair.

“Do you want to listen to some music?” he asks.

Shaking your head, you decline his offer, “No, it’s okay.”

“Are you sure?”

“Positive,” you nod with a smile. “I’m gonna try and read my book.”

Namjoon accepts your explanation and takes the headphones for himself. Within seconds he begins jotting down lyrics on the white paper in front of him.

You pull your book from you bag. It’s a book you’ve only just started reading, and you don’t know how far you will get on this flight, but you might as well give it a try now that your body and mind seems to not focus so much on being 35.000 feet in the air.

You are only a few sentences into the book when Jungkook stirs awake on the other side of the aisle. His sleepy figure sitting up and rubbing his eyes from sleep. He looks around, almost confused, before he stands and walks the path to the bathroom.

With wide eyes, your stomach drops. What is you left something behind in there? Did you remember to put on your panties?! Yes, yes! You remembered! Thank god! Shit! What did Namjoon do with the condom? No, he would obviously have thrown that in the bin!

You tell yourself that there is no need to worry so much and you focus back on your book, turning a page and starting on a new chapter.

Minutes later Jungkook comes trudging back, his face a little paler than before. He comes to a stop in the middle of the aisle, right next to Namjoon’s seat.

Jungkook looks at Namjoon waiting for him to look back up at him and when he eventually does Jungkook speaks, “The next time you have sex in the bathroom remember to throw away the used condom properly.”

Red! Your entire face goes as red as a tomato! Namjoon didn’t throw away the condom?!

“Sorry,” Namjoon mumbles slightly embarrassed. “Did you…?”

“No I did not!” Jungkook shrieks in disgust, and on a laugh Namjoon leaves his seat to go take care of the situation in the bathroom.

You are left behind, mortified and you wish there was some way for you to hide, but for now you can only settle on hiding behind your hair. You don’t dare look around you, but you can feel both Jungkook and Hoseok’s eyes on you as you continue to remain silent.

“Decided to join the mile high club huh?” It’s Hoseok’s bemused voice that fills the silence just as Namjoon returns.

“I…”

“Stop embarrassing her Hoseok,” Namjoon tells him trying to sound stern, but you still catch the slight smirk in his voice. “It was my idea.”

You turn to the comfort of your boyfriend. Burying your face in his shoulder as you let your face cool down. You can feel his shoulder shaking with laughter.

“You are enjoying this, aren’t you?!” you ask pulling away.

He tries, but fails to not laugh, “A little bit.”

“You’re mean,” you pout with your arms crossed over your chest.

“It’s not that big of a deal babe,” he assures you. He pulls your arms from your chest to hug you closer to him. Your pout remains on your lips as you continue to sulk in embarrassment. “Everyone has sex.”

“Who is having sex?” Everyone turns to Jin who has finished his movie and is now joining your conversation.

“Joon and ____ had sex in the bathroom and forgot to throw away the condom.” Hoseok tells him.

“Ew!” Jin comments with a scrunched nose.

“And Jungkook found it.”

“Ew!” Jin repeats.

“Guys…” you whine. You don’t know whether to cry or laugh at this.

Namjoon repeats his previous words, “It’s no big deal ____.”

Obviously, you know that, but it’s still embarrassing to have one of his members – one of your friends – find the condom you used and call you out for it in front of everyone!

“Yeah, it’s no big deal,” Jungkook agrees from his seat. “Everyone has sex. Just, please for the love of god, remember to throw away your condoms if you ever wanna do it again! That is not a sight I ever wanna se again!” He shudders at the memory.

“Okay fine!” you grunt. “Can we please talk about something else now?!” you beg them.

They all agree to let it go and a silence settles over the cabin. Lazily, you open your book once again and try to zone in on the words on the page. It works for a little while, until Hoseoks voice rings through the cabin making everyone but you laugh.

“So, who else have joined the mile high club?”

“You are really not going to let this go, are you?” you ask with a groan.

“Nope,” Jin pops.

This flight suddenly got very long for an entirely different reason.

Thank you for reading! Remember, every reblog and comment truly motivates creators to keep on creating!

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haikyuu-scenarios-box · 6 years ago

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Yes or Yes - Akaashi Keiji x GenderNeutral!Reader

A/N: I saw @imaginethathaikyuu post the other day and I felt inspired since I’ve barely written anything for Akaashi :^(( i got carried away tho lmao my bad Word count: 1,037

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‘Liberos can’t be switched in or out when a player’s about to serve,’ Kaori pointed out, ‘when they do get switched out, they’ll have to remain off court for a point.’ The scratching of [y/n]’s pen along their notepad intensified with every word.

‘You don’t have to write all this down,’ Kaori giggled, a warm smile on her lips.

‘I need to be a good manager after you and Shirofuku-san graduate!’ they exclaimed with determination, ‘Managers are the backbone of a team.’

‘What about the ace?!’ Bokuto abruptly stopped serving, having overheard the conversation. ‘The entire team relies on the ace!’

‘You told me not to toss to you earlier though,’ Akaashi stoically commented.

‘Don’t say that,’ they warned, ‘you’ll put him back in his emo mode.’ [Y/n] had been a manager-in-training for months now, yet they continued to fail to get even a smirk out of Akaashi.

Bokuto childishly huffed in response, turning his face away from [y/n]. ‘Don’t look so dejected,’ Yukie said, picking up a bottle of pocari sweat and a towel, ‘come get hydrated, it’s time for a break.’

[Y/n] constantly tried to ensure that they were always the one who gave Akaashi those items - they wouldn’t even wait for the team members to approach them. Instead, [y/n] was the one who’d go up to Akaashi first. What they didn’t realise was how teenagers like them, who believed that were being subtle, were usually not subtle at all.

'Thank you, [y/n]-san,’ Akaashi politely said. Whenever his fingers fleetingly brushed against theirs as they handed him the bottle and towel, the emotions within their chest would slowly begin to resemble the colours of a kaleidoscope; changing and joyful.

Everyone in the team noticed the special fondness [y/n] held towards Akaashi (well, except for Bokuto). Kaori and Yukie advised everyone to avoid the topic when [y/n] was around, fearful that they’d abandon the club out of embarrassment and intimidation.

In [y/n]’s daydreams of Akaashi, it wasn’t unusual for them to picture themselves calling each other by their first names. After all, they yearned for their relationship to somehow grow close enough to do so.

‘It’s no problem, Keiji.’

Kaori’s and Yukie’s fear might as well have become a reality - [y/n] was on the verge of quitting the volleyball club on the spot.

No one acknowledged anything. No one said anything. No one made a single sound.

When Akaashi’s brows raised themselves slightly, the blood flowing within [y/n]’s body grew warmer upon realisation. 'I’m so sorry!’ their loud apology rang against the gym walls, ‘I’m so so so s-sorry!’ they repeatedly bowed, petrified at the idea of ever looking in his direction ever again.

Even Bokuto rarely referred to Akaashi by his first name.

‘It’s alright,’ Akaashi reassured.

‘Akaashi!’ Bokuto excitedly yelled out, ‘I didn’t know you and [y/n]-chan were close!’

‘W-we’re not!’ they cried out, turning towards Akaashi once more and continuing their string of profuse apologies.

‘[Y/n]-san, since you’ll be becoming our manager, we will all eventually be on first name basis,’ Akaashi said in a logical, calm manner.

Although it was rather apparent that Akaashi wasn’t bothered by [y/n]’s blunder, they were eager for practise to end. That afternoon, their only desire was to dash home and sulk in private.

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[Y/n] used to be thankful that their seat was situated beside their crush’s. They never failed to use it to their advantage, initiating a conversation on every possible occasion.

Kaori and Yukie kept trying to calm [y/n]’s hyperactive mind while they packed up yesterday, but they’d already made their decision - they’ll avoid Akaashi as much as they could until they graduate.

That morning, [y/n] intentionally entered the classroom right before the teacher did, just so that they could eliminate any possibility of a conversation taking place. Yet, Akaashi’s presence to their left was overwhelming - the sound of chalk scraping against the board was akin to white noise.

As [y/n] copied down the kanji into their notebook, an epiphany slammed itself against their skull, prompting their finger joints to freeze.

They’d already embarrassed themselves in front of Akaashi to an unimaginable extent. There was no dignity left to lose.

The clock indicated that class would be ending in three minutes. [Y/n] turned to a blank page, quietly and carefully ripping out a piece of paper. They wrote their proposal:

Will you go on a date with me? Circle:

Yes or

They paused, the tip of their pencil suddenly stationary.

Will you go on a date with me? Circle:

Yes or Yes

Well, Akaashi could simply write in ‘no’ and circle that instead, but technically, that would be a word independent of their question. So technically, it wouldn’t be a rejection.

Folding the piece of paper in half, [y/n] extended their arm below their desk, slowly pointing it in Akaashi’s direction. He took notice, grabbing the paper from their hands.

When Akaashi was about to open the note, they went back to facing the front of the class. However, that didn’t prevent them from discreetly gazing at Akaashi.

A smile.

Ever since their crush on him flourished, they made it their mission to get a smile out of him - or any indication that he could potentially develop the same feelings - and they finally succeeded.

Unfortunately for [y/n], their enthusiasm was crushed the moment Akaashi placed the note into his pocket, his smile vanishing. It was all according to plan, though - give him the note and if he reacts negatively, make a run for it once the bell rang.

When [y/n]’s ears were greeted with bell’s obnoxious ringing, they hurriedly scoped up their books within their arms, prepared to sprint out the door.

‘It’s not a question if the two options are the same, [y/n]-san.’

They sheepishly chuckled in response, holding their books tightly against their chest. ‘I-I figured that it’d be a smart move, Akaashi-kun.’

‘I thought you called me by my first name,’ Akaashi pointed out, leading their composure to fully abandon them. [Y/n]’s cheeks were painted with ruby, their head lowering to avoid Akaashi’s face.

‘[Y/n]-san,’ Akaashi assertively called out their name, causing them to redirect their gaze towards him. ‘Do you want to have lunch together this weekend?’

#akaashi keiji #scenario #writing #akaashi keiji x reader #haikyuu x reader #haikyuu fanfiction #haikyuu scenarios #haikyuu fandom #gender neutral reader

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casselafrommanila · 5 years ago

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How to Use Google Docs as a “Private” Journal

Have you ever been stuck in the dilemma between analog and digital journaling?

If so, you’re definitely not alone in this!

Everytime I try to start a consistent writing habit, may it be “morning pages” or just HII(T) writing session, I always end up asking myself, do I want to physically write out my thoughts for its personal touch or do I want to be efficient with my time and type it out?

There are pros and cons in each method that you may have already considered as a writer.

I love writing on a notebook because:

It’s private. Unless someone comes to my house and finds it lying around, I know for sure that I am the only one who can read it.

It’s going to last for a long time. Technology has proven its reliability for a while now, but what’s more reliable than having it physically with you?

There’s a personal touch to writing it out. Nothing is more personal and authentic than your own handwriting.

I love digital journaling because:

I can access it anywhere and anytime, as long as there’s WiFi/data. Even if not, it can be saved locally and then synced into cloud once WiFi is available.

It’s convenient. I only need to bring one device as opposed to having notebooks.

Typing is faster than writing.

The cons will be depending on what you use your journal for. Some use bullet journals which also track their calendar events, routine, and todo list. I personally only use my journal for my ideas, thoughts, diary, and moods.

My main issue with writing journals on Tumblr or WordPress, or even Blogger for a short while, was how painstakingly complicated it is to get to the actual page where I could write. Before I get to “Write a Blog Post,” I already had to go through ads or load up pictures that I’m not interested in at the moment. When I get to the actual page of writing posts, there are too many distractions that defeat my purpose of journaling for reflection and disconnection.

And that’s how I came up with my idea to “make” my own “private” journal/diary using... Google Docs!

Step 1: (optional) Make a separate email address that will exclusively be for your journals.

I like to keep a separate email address because each Google Drive account gives 15 GB of free storage. You also might not want your diary contents to be mixed up with school and work files the same way you’ll use separate binders or notebooks for each purpose.

Step 2a: Write the complete date (and time, if you want) as the document title.

This will help when you’re trying to arrange your entries by “oldest to newest” regardless of if you made small edits on certain entries.

Step 2b: (optional) Change your font to Courier New and your font size to 12 to give your document a “typewritten” feel.

Step 3: On the “View” toolbar, switch to Full Screen mode.

Step 4: On your Google Chrome browser, click the Options (3 vertical dots) where you’ll find Zoom. Make it fit-to-screen.

And voila!

This is how your screen will look like. Sure, it took a few steps to get there, but it’s free and it’s so much better than the paid options out there.

This set up reminded me of FocusWriter.co. I used their services for a while because I fell in love with its aesthetic, but I felt unsecured by where my entries are being stored and how I would be able to access them in the long run.

I called this Google Docs set up a “private” journal because while no one will see your Drive unlike on Tumblr or WordPress, I don’t really consider anything on the cloud as private.

I hope you find this mini tutorial helpful. It is my ideal case scenario at the moment. In the future, I would love to be able to type on an e-ink screen, and have a more portable laptop, maybe even a “laptop” that has journaling as its main (and maybe, only) function. Yay monotasking!

#journaling #diary #cassela from manila #blog post #tutorial #Google Docs #minimal #retro #typewriter #digital age

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gothpanda · 5 years ago

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A Little Bit of Attitude Ch. 5: Put A Muzzle on That

WORD COUNT: 5.2K

A/N: sorry if snorting coke isn’t actually like what I described. I’m a saint & don’t know drugs

Warnings: Drug Use

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A full month had gone by since Nikki and Sammi’s phone call. Within those 4 weeks, Sammi paid no attention to her brother, Vince, or even sometimes Athena. The fall semester had already rolled around making it perfect for Sammi to concentrate on other things. She was able to focus on her education and her job. Sammi was starting her second year of college making it closer to her being an ‘adult’. Studying to become a Vet. automatically was draining for anyone. She was smart enough to handle the pressures of school. Her friends understood her goals and respected her decisions to not hang out as much during this semester. Fall always was the most challenging semester for Sammi. Mr. and Mrs. Bass did notice the change in their daughter after that dinner night. They quickly took note at Tommy not coming around as much when Sammi was home, but still asking for her during phone calls. They noticed Sammi only talking about her plans to move out this coming October. They also noticed Athena staying near them if both of their daughters were in the house together. It was strange to them but of course, neither one of their children explained to them what was going on.

After that night, Tommy got back to the apartment to see Vince ready to kill Nikki. He saw Vince yelling down at their bass player who was sitting down on the beaten-up sofa like a sad puppy. Mick stood between them as a precaution if a fight would start. Tommy could already tell Nikki took something when the bassist turned to him. Walking in further and finally being noticed by his bandmates, Mick explained everything. Tommy had never been mad at Nikki since knowing him. All the fucked up shit Nikki did was because Tommy was apart of it. This was something completely different. He got in Nikki’s face asking why but never got a proper answer. “Nikki you fucked up,” Mick told Nikki after Tommy went to call Sammi. She immediately would end the call. Tommy tried multiple times but would always get hung up on as soon as he spoke. Vince even tried hoping Sammi would give him a chance to explain but nothing. The Drummer and the singer were pissed at Nikki for the whole month.

On the second floor of the old fashioned college library, Britney unlocked the private study room with Sammi right behind her. Sammi switched on the light placing her backpack on the long wooden table. Taking out all their supplies for the afternoon, the girls soon got to work. The two girls worked in silence for a moment, Sammi looking at her notes and writing down anything important. In full concentration mode, Sammi was interrupted by a pen tapping on her textbook. Looking up, she saw Britney with a curious little smile on her face. “Can I help you? I don’t see your assignment done.” Sammi said peering over her friends' notebook. “I just remembered something and got curious,” Britney said flipping the pen between her fingers. “Well?” said Sammi. Britney pursed her lips thinking on how to ask Sammi. “Have you spoken to Tommy recently?” asked Britney leaning against the table. Sammi could only huff and scratch her head.

“No, I haven’t spoken to Tommy,” Sammi said going back to her work in front of her. Britney couldn’t help but note Sammi’s empty look after asking about her brother. Britney had an equally big heart like Sammi, that’s why they got along so fast when they first met. The difference between the two was Britney couldn’t be changed. Britney listened to what her friends had to say but would still follow what she thought was right. In this case, she didn’t agree with Sammi not talking to Tommy. She knew the whole conversation between her and Nikki was a negative one from the start. She may not know Nikki but she knows Tommy was a nice big brother to Sammi. She also could tell Vince was a good person to Sammi at least. “I can feel you staring,” Sammi mumbled burying her face deeper in her textbook. “I’m not staring, I’m just thinking,” Britney said still looking at Sammi. “Brit if you have something on your mind just say it,” Sammi said looking up at her best friend. “Okay… I’m only saying this because I love you, but I think you should talk to Tommy.” Brit said sealing her lips shut. “Why?” Sammi asked not wanting to be bothered about this topic. “Because Sam he’s your brother. You haven’t even talked to Athena! It’s important to forgive your close family. You never know what can happen.” said Britney with a soft smile. Sammi thought about her a moment knowing Tommy would try to talk to her. A month was most likely the longest they haven’t spoken. It was strange but she was still mad mainly at Nikki for making it worse. “Well even if I talk to Tommy, there’s still Nikki,” Sammi said trying to go back to her notes. “Just talk to him,” said Britney “Maybe he knows he fucked up. Pretty sure one of the guys scolded him.”. Sammi knew Britney was right. She couldn't avoid her brother forever. “You’re right. Pretty sure my parents would want us to speak again. They can definitely tell something's up,” Sammi mumbled. “Exactly! After this, you can go to their place to talk to Nikki.” Britney suggested with a smile on her face.

On the strip, Sammi turned onto Palm Avenue remembering the directions perfectly from last time. Sammi parked her impala across the street from the apartment buildings. Taking in a calming breath, Sammi turned off the ignition and got out of her car. Sammi slowly walked up the steps to the second floor and went to the door of the Motley House. Knocking on the door got Sammi nothing but listening to passing cars. Sammi banged harder on the door with her fist hoping to wake somebody up. Out of nowhere, she hears the window being opened with black scruffy hair poking out of it. “Who the fuck is it?” Nikki barks squinting at the bright sunny day. Sammi stared at Nikki with wide eyes and raised eyebrows confused. “Um. Hey, Nikki.” Sammi said walking in front of the window looking down at Nikki. Nikki’s eyes finally took focused enough to see Sammi. He was confused to see the small girl at his doorstep out of the blue. Nevertheless, Nikki cleared his throat and got out of the window. “Hey, Samantha,” said Nikki. Sammi was more confused by Nikki than before. “Why the hell did he just come out the window?” Sammi thought. “Is your door broken?” Sammi said pointing behind her while looking at Nikki with scrunched up brows. Nikki straightened up following Sammi’s hand then looked back at her. “We had to board it shut. The cops kept busting in on us during parties.” Nikki chuckled with a smirk. Blinking with shock, Sammi only nodded at Nikki. She tightened her lips together still looking at Nikki then at the road below her. “Not to sound more rude than usual but why’re at my place this early?” Nikki asked. “Dude, it's almost five in the afternoon,” Sammi said tilting her head to the side. “Oh… well, why are you here then? I thought you weren’t gonna be here anymore?” still confused Nikki leaned his back against the railing. “I wanted to talk,” Sammi said coldly crossing her arms. “Well start talking then,” Nikki said mimicking Sammi’s mannerisms. “Not here. Since I’m guessing you’ve just woken up, how about we go eat at the diner, like last time. I’ll pay.” said Sammi. Nikki thought for a moment before shrugging his shoulders and agreeing. Sammi smiled for a second at Nikki's cooperativeness. “It’s going to take me a while to get decent. Crawl into the window and make yourself at home.” Nikki said gesturing to the window like a grand door.

Slowly stepping into the window, Sammi fully walked into the apartment with Nikki behind her. Nothing had majorly changed from the last time she was here. Except for maybe a few new stains on the carpet and the sofa was now somewhat fixed. The guys' equipment wasn’t in the living room anymore making the area actually spacious. Sammi slowly sat in the middle of the beaten sofa following Nikki with her eyes. After closing the window, Nikki walked over to the fridge pulling out two bottles of Budweiser for him and his guest. He was able to open the bottle with his teeth passing it to Sammi. With hesitance, Sammi took the bottle and brought it to her lips to take a drink. “I’ll try not to take life but no promises,” Nikki said walking over to his door. He gave a wink to Sammi and disappeared soon after. The sound of the water running from the bathroom echoed throughout the apartment. “I hope I’m not an idiot for trying to talk to him.” Sammi thought as she continued to sip her beer. “He doesn’t seem to be high. Definitely did something last night that’s for sure.” Sammi got up from her spot trying to find a trash can in the little kitchen. With no luck, Sammi only left the empty bottle on the counter near the sink. Soon she heard voices coming from the outside growing near to the window. Peeking out the kitchen just a tad, Sammi heard the high pitched voice of Beth. “Why the hell do you still live in this shithole?” Beth said once she regained her balance. Sammi rolled her eyes hiding against the thin wall dividing them. She knew Nikki was going to take awhile making her dreading seeing Vince. Vince closed the window and turned to Beth who looked annoyed as always. “Babe it’s so I can be with the guys and practice. It’s perfect for me.” Vince said walking over to Beth and kissing her neck. She soon pushed him off of her continuing to rant about the disgusting apartment.

Sammi took a deep breath and stepped out of the kitchen quietly walking into the close living room. Vince’s eyes were fast and made direct eye contact with Sammi the closer she got. He tuned out everything Beth was saying as his dimpled smile grew. Beth took note and turned around to see the shorter redhead. Vince pushed past Beth walking over to Sammi in a quick motion. He wrapped his arms around her waist and shoulder in a tight but soft grip. “Sunny, I missed you,” mumbled Vince. He buried his head into her neck and hair and not caring if Sammi didn’t reciprocate the hug. Luckily she did, wrapping her arms around his neck slightly tugging Vince down to her height. They both swayed side to side continuing to be held for what seemed like forever. Sammi was able to smell the cologne Vince had on. She could feel the smile coming from the Blonde on her neck. “Ahem,” said Beth behind her boyfriend. Vince let go of Sammi turning around to see Beth with arms crossed and scowling at the ‘couple’. Sammi soon let go of Vince and stepped back keeping distance between everyone. “What the fuck are you doing, Vince?!” Beth yelled pushing Vince slightly on his shoulders. Sammi turned to the door hoping Nikki would get out soon from his room. “Babe it’s nothing.” Vince tried to say before Beth continued to push him. “It’s Sammi! I told you she’s Tommy’s sister!” Beth rolled her eyes and gritted her teeth. “Bull. Shit! I don’t care if she’s your stupid drummer’s sister, you’re fucking her! I fucking knew it!” Beth screamed looking back to Sammi marching over to her. Sammi froze still in her spot wide eyes looking up at the taller woman. “Listen here, bitch. Stay the fuck away from Vince!” Vince pulled Beth by the arm trying to keep Sammi safe. Beth only yanked out of Vince’s grip and got closer to Sammi. “He doesn’t want some pathetic little girl! He just wanted to get into your pants!” Beth shouted in Sammi’s face jabbing her finger against her chest. “I-I-I didn’t have sex with Vince! I haven’t even se-se-seen him in like a month! I swear!” Sammi stammered looking at Vince for help. “Don’t look at him! Look at me!” Beth yelled.

Nikki swung the door open fully dressed, hearing the yelling from the living. He quickly stepped out seeing Beth yell down to Samantha. “Woah! Woah! Woah! Fucking cool it blondie!” Nikki said stepping in between the two girls. Nikki was able to step back wrapping his left arm around Sammi in the back of him. “What the fuck is going on?” Nikki asked looking at his singer and his ‘girlfriend’. “That slut fucked Vince!” Beth screamed trying to hit Sammi with her small fist, Nikki still protecting her. “Back the fuck up! Vince, you need to put a fucking muzzle on that bitch!” Nikki said keeping Beth at arms distance. Vince quickly got a hold of Beth trying to calm her down. “Shut up, asshole!” yelled Beth. “Look Sammi didn’t fuck Vince!” Nikki said wrapping both his arms around the back of Sammi. “Then why is she here? Her brother isn’t!” Beth asked yanking away from Vince’s grip again. “We were going on a date! She just came to get me so we could go to the diner!” Nikki said. Vince looked at Nikki with raised eyebrows then tried to see Sammi. “Yeah, I came for Nikki!” Sammi said over Nikki’s shoulder. Beth looked at Vince then back at Nikki. “Whatever,” Beth said stomping on her heels to Vince’s bedroom. With the door slammed, Nikki let go of Sammi slowly. She still stayed close to the bassist but moved away from the door. Vince could only stare at Sammi hoping the two were lying. “Hey, Sam I’m sorry about all of that,” Vince whispered to Sammi. He tried hugging her but Sammi stepped back from him. She only looked up at him and gave the tiniest smile. “Come on Nikki, I’m getting pretty hungry,” Sammi said walking over to the window. “Wait, what?” Vince asked scrunching his eyebrows together. Sammi turned back to face Vince. “Yeah. We weren’t lying. I came for Nikki.” Sammi said looking at her watch. Nikki patted Vince on the shoulder walking past him putting on his army green jacket “After you, princess.” Nikki said gesturing toward the window. Sammi waved goodbye at Vince before crawling out of the small window space. “What the fuck?” Vince mumbled to himself looking out the other window seeing Sammi and Nikki walking down the street together. Nikki putting his arm around Sammi before they disappeared in the distance from the apartment. “You gotta be fucking kidding me.”

The diner was pretty busy for a Friday afternoon but nevertheless, the waitress still gave Nikki the booth he always sits by. “Do you know this is where I met your brother?” Nikki asked taking a sip from his tiny bottle of Jack Daniels. “Yeah, he wouldn't shut up about it. For a second Athena and I thought it was his way of saying he liked guys.” Sammi smiled looking down at the menu. Nikki chuckled looking at Sammi with a coy smile. He was able to see how engrossed Samantha can get just from reading the menu. With the minimal interaction they’ve had, Nikki already knew quite a bit about Sammi from the stories and could piece them together. “So what can I get for you two?” the older waitress asked pulling out her little notepad. “Can I have the Belgium waffle with a side of hashbrowns please?” Sammi asking politely looking up the waitress. “And your usual Nikki?” the waitress asked after writing down Sammi’s order. “Yeah, the pancakes,” Nikki said passing the menus. As the waitress left, an awkward silence soon ascended on the two. Nikki bounced his leg just looking at Sammi who was beginning to mess with her nails. “Okay, I’m just gonna say it. Why the fuck were you mean to me when you called?” Sammi blurted out looking at Nikki with some form of desperation. Nikki huffed and took another swing at his whiskey avoiding Sammi’s gaze “In all honesty, I had just rubbed coke on my gums when I was talking to you.” Nikki said slowly making eye contact with the redhead across from him. “And I’m sorry. I really got my ass chewed when the guys found out. Vince was gonna kill me before Tommy had the chance. Even Mick said I fucked up.” Sammi smiled at the thought of the guys defending her from Nikki. "I actually did want to apologize for the shit that went down the Starwood," Nikki said. “Do you have to get high all the time? Genuine question.” Sammi said noticing the waitress bringing them their food. Nikki only shrugged his shoulders cutting up a piece of pancake. “I mean I’ve been doing it since I was 10,” Nikki said taking a bite of his food. Sammi looked up with wide eyes. “How the hell do you get drugs that young?” Sammi asked drinking her water. “My mom. She won the mother of the year award that year.” Nikki said with no emotion in his voice. Sammi looked at him with some compassion. “I’m guessing she’s not around?” Sammi asked. Nikki shook his head, “Hasn’t been around since I was a teenager,”. “I’m sorry,” said Sammi. “Don’t be. It's normal for me. Not everyone is as lucky as you and T-Bone.” Nikki said looking down at his food. They continued to eat in silence before Nikki remembered something important. “Hey, so you haven’t spoken to Tommy at all?” Sammi shook her head taking the last bite of her waffle. “I think you should… we’re gonna be gone for a while,” said Nikki. “Why?” Sammi said confused again. “We got a record deal. We’re gonna go on tour as the opening act for a band for four months.” Nikki said smiling at himself. Sammi quickly smiled happily. “Oh my god, Nikki that’s great!" Sammi said smiling up at Nikki. Nikki only nodded with a smirk plastered on his face. "I have to talk to Tommy now," Sammi said running her hand through her hair. “Let’s go then!” Nikki said enthusiastically.

As the two walked closer to the apartment complex, they could see people begin to head to the Motley house from a distance. Nikki and Sammi passed the growing crowd of people making out or smoking a certain leaf. So many people were outside waiting in line trying to crawl through the tiny window space. It was like waiting outside of a club on the strip. The Motley house had turned into a cramped club anyone could get into from the short time they've moved in. The bassist pushed everyone out of the way cutting in line and helping Sammi enter the apartment. “Damn you guys are gonna get kicked out of this place one day,” Sammi said chuckling at Nikki almost tripping. “Not if we leave this dump before they kick us out,” Nikki said smiling down at Sammi. Sammi scanned the room in search of her tall lanky brother. “I think your brother in his room, let me go get him,” said Nikki walking over to the bedrooms. Sammi spotted Mick in the corner surprised to see her back. He walked over to her with a beer in his hand and one for the young girl. “So Vince wasn’t lying when he said Nikki went on a date with you,” Mick said handing the beer over. Sammi could only roll her eyes playfully clanking the neck of beers together. “We didn’t go on a date. We just went to the diner and talked.” Sammi said taking a sip out of her beer. Mick nodded looking over to see if Vince was around. “Well, at least it made you come back. Vince and Tommy hated Nikki for a month. I think Vince more than Tommy.” Sammi squinted at Mick trying to comprehend the last bit. Out of nowhere, Sammi felt two skinny arms wrap around her and the weight someone's body against her. “Sammi! I’m so fucking sorry! I promise I’ll be a better brother!” Tommy said muffled as he buried his face into Sammi’s long hair. Sammi peeled Tommy off of her smiling up at him. “Dude we need to talk,” Sammi said sipping her beer. “Yeah! Let's talk outside so I can take a smoke!” Tommy said smiling.

The Lee siblings stepped out of the apartment, walking over to the end of the outside hallway. Tommy sat on the cold concrete pulling out a cigarette with Sammi following his actions. He took one puff before turning to his sister. “I’m not high I swear,” Tommy said with his hands in the air. Sammi giggled playing with the purple lighter Tommy had. “Well, that’s good. Maybe we can start apologizing to each other.” Sammi said. Tommy scrunched his eyebrows together putting out his cigarette. “Why do you have to apologize? I’m the one that fucked up.” Tommy said moving a piece of hair behind his ear. “I’m sorry that I was too harsh about you doing coke. I shouldn’t have ratted on you and Athena,” said Sammi. She flinched when she felt the flame touch her thumb. “Well, I’m sorry I didn’t tell you about me doing coke. I should’ve told you before the show.” Tommy said flipping a cigarette between her fingers like a drumstick. “Apology accepted. Next time tell me before you do it.” “I will. Or I’ll try at least,” said Tommy. “Also congrats on the record deal,” Sammi said. Tommy's smile grew looking down at his youngest sister. "I can't believe I'm actually gonna be a rockstar, Sam!" Tommy said taking the last puff of his cigarette. Sammi soon got up from the floor dusting off the dirt on her jeans. “Come on, let's get back to the party,” Sammi said extending her hand for Tommy. Tommy took gleefully and tugged Sammi back to his apartment.

Soon after three beers, Sammi went over to the fridge in hopes to find another beer. It was refreshing for Sammi to have some fun and relax for a moment. She remembered it's okay to be young and free. Sammi noticed the half-empty bottle of Jack in the fridge before the beers in the back. She grabbed the bottle closing the fridge and took a swing. The classic whiskey burn hit the back of Sammi’s throat making her wince just a little. Wiping away some of the drips of whiskey off her chin, Sammi turned around seeing Vince making his way towards her. Sammi leaned against the sink looking at the ground. “Hey, Sam.” Vince looked at Sammi licking his lips. Sammi averted her eyes from Vince's gaze looking around to see a certain stuck up blonde. “Beth isn’t here,” Vince said grazing his hand on top of Sammi’s. He lingered a bit before getting the bottle of Jack to take a sip. “Come on, Can we just talk?” Sammi met Vince’s eyes and could only shake her head. “I’ve been talking to everybody. I’m okay.” Sammi said yanking the bottle out of Vince’s hand. “Sunny come on.” Vince stepped closer to Sammi putting both his arms against the sinking in closing the girl in. Sammi turned her head away from Vince. She felt his whiskey breathe on her skin making her face him. They were close but still at a distance. “Fine,” Sammi said grabbing Vince’s hand and taking him to the hall bathroom.

Vince closed the door behind him as Sammi sat on the bathroom counter. Vince made himself comfortable sitting right next to Sammi leaning his back against the cracked mirror. The bathroom was a small dim area that barely had anything. “And I thought the living room alone was bad. Pretty sure that’s dried cum in the corner.” Sammi said sipping on the whiskey. “Pretty sure that’s your brother’s dried cum,” Vince said chuckling looking over. He reached out and moved a piece of Sammi’s hair tucking it behind her eye. “There. Getting a better look at your pretty face,” said Vince with a lopsided grin. Sammi took a swing from the bottle, taking bigger sips than the first time. She felt her cheeks flush not knowing if it was from the whiskey or Vince. “So what did you want to talk about?” Sammi said moving to face Vince getting dizzy soon after. “I wanted to say sorry about Beth, but I mainly just wanted to see what was up with you. I did mean it when I said I missed you.” Vince said sitting up straight. There was hardly any distance between them as they sat on the counter. Sammi tucked her left leg in and rest her right leg on top of Vince’s legs, she placed the bottle of whiskey in the small gap between them. Vince placed one hand on Sammi’s leg, keeping it low. “You don’t have to apologize for your girlfriend. You’re the one that wants to keep that.” Sammi said looking at Vince with hazy eyes. Vince could only chuckle with dryness while beginning to draw little patterns on Sammi’s calf. “I’m only keeping that for the car. She’s rich and shows it off,” said Vince. Sammi only rolled her eyes taking another sip of Jack. “Hey, I have a cool car! I'm not rich. But I think I'll get there after I graduate.” Sammi said pouting down at the bottlecap. Vince giggled at Sammi's little pout. He got the bottle and took another sip for himself. “That reminds me, Tommy told me you’re studying to be a vet. Good to know you’re still helping animals.” Vince said searching his pocket. He pulled out a baggie with almost no weed and a couple of small papers. "Yeah... helping animals all the time." Sammi slurred.

Sammi’s attention quickly gravitated to the leaves moving closer to Vince. Vince noticed and smirked as he began rolling the small blunt. “Nikki told me you guys got a record deal. He also said you all will be gone for four months.” Sammi said looking up at Vince with big eyes. “Yeah, we’re gonna hit the road next week. It’s going to be one hell of a ride.” Vince said licking the paper to seal the blunt. He brought it to his lips to light it and began taking a hit. “Wanna shotgun?” Vince asked ready to take another hit. Sammi only nodded getting closer to Vince’s face. He took in a puff of smoke, holding it in his lungs as he cupped his left hand to make a tunnel. Vince brought his hand between his and Sammi’s lips beginning to let go of the smoke. Sammi took in the smoke slowly, holding it in her lungs for a while before exhaling. Sammi smiled relaxing seeing the smoke through the air. She soon took note at Vince gazing down at her. He tried to look away but could only focus on her pouty lips. "What would he do if I got closer to him?" Sammi thought slowly moving towards Vince's face. Vince stayed in his spot, feeling his face warm up as Sammi grew closer to him. Their noses brushed against each other stay still afraid to make the final step. Sammi could feel Vince’s lips even without touching his against hers. Suddenly loud bangs came from outside the door, hearing a muffled yell.

Nikki swung the restroom door open fast having Sammi and Vince jump up away from each other. Sammi quickly jumped off the sink keeping a distance from Vince. Nikki ignored the couple as he rushed over the bathtub. In a small crevice between the tub and the wall, Nikki pulled a baggie filled to the seal of white powder. He kissed it as if he found a treasure chest of gold smiling to himself. Soon Nikki realized both Sammi and Vince staring at him like little high schoolers. “What? Never seen a man love some coke before?” Nikki jokingly said walking over to Vince. Tommy soon stumbled into the restroom, closing the door behind him with a smile on his face. Even though the twins saw Vince and Sammi in the bathroom together, they could not bother to ask them any questions, as they only focused on the baggie Nikki was spilling on the counter. Tommy looked at Sammi stare at the white powder seeing her eyes follow Nikki’s hands. “Sammi it’s okay, nothing bad is gonna happen from me snorting this,” Tommy said wrapping his arm around Sammi’s shoulders. “Vince, you want some, Man?” Nikki asked passing the rolled-up dollar bill. Vince took the bill from Nikki’s hand lowering himself to the counter. He snorted up three out of the ten lines Nikki cut up feeling the sting go up to his nose. Vince shut his eyes tight, wiping his nose clean as he leaned back to the mirror. After Tommy and Nikki took their lines, only one thick line of coke was left.

Sammi stared at it long before turning to Nikki. “Can I snort the last line?” Sammi asked with hazy eyes. The three guys could only look at each other trying to find an answer. Nikki passed the bill to Sammi but was snatched up by Vince. “Sam you’re not snorting coke,” Vince said walking up to her in the cramped space. “Why not? You guys said it was ‘part of your life’ from now on.” said Sammi trying to the bill from Vince. He only extended his hand in the back of him hoping Tommy would take it. "Yeah, our life. Not the future Dr. Samantha Bass's life," said Vince. “Dude if she wants a hit, let her have it,” Nikki said grabbing the bill and passing it to Sammi. “All you have to do is put this up to your nose, close your other nostril, and snort it fast. I’ll make you another line” Nikki said smirking down at Samantha. “Vince just gave me weed and now Nikki is giving me coke… How fitting.” Sammi thought slowly taking the rolled-up bill. “Vince it’s okay. If shit gets weird I trust you.” Sammi said to the blonde before lowering herself to the counter. After snorting the first line, Sammi could taste the smell of gasoline then felt nothing. Her throat when numb making it easier for the second to go up to her nose. She felt the immediate high when she came back for air looking at the three guys in front of her. Nikki smirked at her, he enjoyed the look of Sammi’s innocence drifting away. Tommy was laughing with his sister, giving her high fives and making another line for himself. Vince just wanted to protect her. “You feeling okay, Sammi?” Vince said wrapping his arm Sammi’s waist. Sammi leaned on Vince for support and rested her head on his shoulder. “Yeah, I feel great.” Sammi slurred with a grin plastered on her face. “Come on, I’m gonna get you something to drink,” Vince said exiting the restroom with Sammi.

Sammi felt like she was on top of the world. She took a swing from her beer as she rested her back against Vince’s chest, swaying her hips to the beat of the music. Everything around her was going 100 mph. Sammi only felt Vince around her and everything going to black.

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bts-b18 · 6 years ago

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Crossing The Line - Chapter 2

Crossing The Line

A Taekook& Yoonmin Story.

Genere: highschool!au, Fluff, Angst, Smut

Summary: Former volleyball player and now trainer of the schools volleayball team Taehyung feels drawn to freshman and trouble maker Jungkook. What will happen when such different characters collide? Can Taehyung get past the wall of agression and hate Jungkook has build around his heart for all the years?

Yoongi and Jimin are stepbrothers. Jimin however developed feelings which are stronger than brotherly love. Can he keep this a secret?

Warning: step-sibling incest, violence

Part: 01 | 02 | 03 | 04

02 - Trouble

The following days Namjoon tried again and again to convince Jungkook to join the volleyball team, despise Taehyung telling him that having a troublemaker on the team would affect the discipline. Namjoon even managed to get Jungkooks number, constantly texting him to join the volleyball club.

All those efforts to convince him made the younger guy despise the idea of going to play even more, since it meant giving in to the constant nagging. And loosing was something Jeon Jungkook did not do!

One fated day, Jungkook forgot to switch his phone to silent mode, which normally would have been no problem, but this time he was in class and everybody was supposed to work silently for themselves. The ringtone cut through the silence like a blade. Being used to checking his messages instantly Jungkook didn’t even think twice when he grabbed the phone, unlocking it directly. However, he didn’t take the teacher Ms. Kim into account who snatched the phone out of his hands before he had a chance to even look at the message.

“Texting in class again, are we Mister Jeon?”, she hissed.

“Yah! This is private!”, Jungkook yelled jumping up from his chair.

“I don’t think so. You write messages in my class? They become part of my class; hence they are not private anymore.”, she stated like it made complete sense.

“Maybe this will teach you to not text in my class ever again.”, she continued while looking at the phone. A grin way to evil for the petit teacher with short hair, appeared on her face. On the screen were a dozen unanswered messages from Namjoon telling Jungkook to join the team.

“So, you want to join the volleyball team Mr. Jeon?”, she mused now looking at him.

“No way! Some senior student kept bugging me for days already, but I told him I have no interest in doing so.”, Jungkook replied hastily. Maybe too hastily since the grin on Ms. Kim spread even wider.

“I see. So that’s how it is. Well Mr. Jeon then you will join the volleyball team starting today.”, she decided handing the cellphone back to Jungkook.

“And why would I do that?”, he shot back way louder than it was appropriate while talking to a teacher.

“Because as far as I am concerned, your grades are not so great this year, right? And you can’t afford failing another class? For example, my class?”, Ms. Kim suggested while her face made entirely sure that Jungkook could grasp the situation he was in right now.

“That’s not fair!”, Jungkook exclaimed feeling betrayed.

“Live is not fair Mr. Jeon. The faster you learn that, the better. And now everyone please return to your exercise.”

And with that the discussion was over.

Somehow Namjoon must have heard about the class incident, since he was waiting for Jungkook as he finished his last term before the lunch break. He was standing there smiling from ear to ear, waving happily at an annoyed looking Jungkook. Knowing that he had no other choice he followed Namjoon to the practice hall where everyone was gathered already, passing the ball between them.

“Attention please!”, Namjoon called cheerfully.

“We have a new team member called Jeon Jungkook starting today!”

Surprised everyone turned around.

“Why are you here?”, Taehyung asked all his confusion showing on his face.

Jungkook didn’t answer. What should he say? Admit that his teacher outplayed him? Hell no! Especially not to glasses guy!

“What’s going on?” Taehyung tried again, this time looking at Namjoon for help. When Namjoon didn’t reply, Taehyung forcefully pushed him to the side getting slowly annoyed. He wanted to talk without being overheard.

Seokjin took this opportunity to step in front of Jungkook, crossing his arms: “Nobody wants you here loser boy! You should leave already.”

“You don’t even know how to serve, idiot!”, Seokjin taunted again.

Being annoyed already Jungkook jumped at the opportunity to fight instantly.

“This is none of your fucking business, dumbass! You know how to fight with your broad shoulders, huh?!”, the raven-haired boy shot back loosening his shoulders as if ready to throw a punch.

Before any of the two could lunge at the other Vic came forward.

“You can’t do that!”, she exclaimed worried, pointing her notebook pen at Seokjin.

Hearing Victoria, Taehyung and Namjoon had quickly come back to the little group gathered around Jungkook. Looking at the younger boy’s mocking expression Taehyung realized what he had been up too: The school rules clearly stated that those who started a fight among the team would be expelled from the club immediately. And It was obvious that Jungkook was not here on his free will.

Taking a quick glance at his best friend Taehyung knew that he was thinking the same thing.

“All right Jungkook, if you are able to catch one ball out of three serves you can leave. Agreed?”, Namjoon grinned.

Great Namjoon, Taehyung thought shaking his head in disbelieve. Why was the blond guy so obsessed with getting the trouble maker on this team?

“One ball? Fine I can do that. No problem!”, Jungkook grinned.

“I will teach you a lesson! Just wait, you will be so dead!”, Seokjin jumped forward.

“No, I will save his ball.”, Jungkook announced pointing directly at a wide-eyed Taehyung.

Recovering from the shock quite fast he looked at Jungkook with contemp.

“And what if you lose?”

“Whatever you want.”, replied Jungkook quickly.

Hearing that, Taehyungs mouth corner shortly twitched upward into a grin.

A shudder went down Jungkooks spine. Unsure of himself for the first time, the younger smiled sheepishly.

“Ready?” Taehyung asked, getting into position at the other side of the field.

Jungkook just gave a thumbs up jumping on his spot. Seokjin handed Taehyung one of the volleyballs, making a small bow. Like the first time Taehyung played the ball perfectly leaving Jungkook barley any time to react. However, the young male was quick; realizing in which corner Taehyung would hit the ball. Missing the ball just by a few steps he failed the first chance.

“Wow he is good.” “Guessing the trainers moves so easy.” The team members whispered among themselves.

Taehyung served the second ball a lot faster and this time Jungkook even touched it, but still failed to grab it. He was pretty sure, that he would be able to get the last one.

Later the brown-haired trainer couldn’t understand what had gotten into him in this moment, but he took the last ball from Seokjin staring at Jungkook. He was aware that Jungkook had a good perception and was able to adjust to different playstyles quickly. There was a high chance that he would be able to catch the last ball. He could let Jungkook get the ball and he could rid himself of the troublemaker. But, something inside him did want the younger to stay on the team.

He took a few steps back, handing his glasses to Namjoon. He took a deep breath, punched the ball in the air and jumped. It was as if he was flying, hands falling back as he winded up to hit the ball hard. Jungkooks eyes were following him, wide in amazement. Jungkook tried to jump but had no real chance of catching that jump-serve. He was sliding along the floor in vain. Taehyung had landed lightly but was limping, Jungkook noticed. Why did the elder jump when it caused him pain?

Namjoon rushed forward supporting his friend, who had a hard time standing straight.

“Well what will you do know, huh?”, Taehyung mused Jungkook, trying to sound lightly. But his pained face betrayed him.

“AISH!”, Jungkook yelled hitting the floor.

He knew that he had lost. And oh, he hated losing so much! He pushed himself up and glared at Taehyung. Fine if he had to, he would join the damn team: Showing everyone how good Jeon Jungkook could be! They would see what he was really made of.

Not being very gentle, Namjoon pushed Taehyung down on the wooden bench. They were in the changing room, while the other team members where still practicing. Stretching out his leg, Namjoon placed a heat-pack on Taehyungs injured knee.

“Why the hell did you do that you idiot? You know you shouldn’t put that much pressure on your knee!”, he scolded the other male.

“I don’t know.. I just wanted to jump..”, Taehyung replied while his face was still full of pain.

“Are you sure you want to bring him on the team?” he continued after a short silence.

At that Namjoon furrowed his brows. “Well the thing is Tae, we don’t really have a choice right now. We need a spiker badly and that boy has some real potential!”

“But what good will he do with that attitude?”

“We will just do it like before, all right? I will handle the attitude and you the training okay?” Namjoon beamed, having found a solution he was happy with. Taehyung however didn’t seem convinced.

Instead of replying anything, he just sighed in defeat. This caused Namjoons smile to spread even further, making his cute dimples show.

Yoongi and Jimin had waited outside of the sport complex after Jungkook had texted them about what had happened. They were now walking down the path that lead to the school’s main cafeteria, trying to get Jungkook to tell them what exactly had happened.

The youngest had quickly summed up what had happened, leaving out the small part were Taehyung had beaten him in the little volleyball game.

“So, you will really join the volleyball team?”, Jimin inquired.

“Yea well, they pressure me with my grades so what much can I do?” Jungkook shrugged.

“Your right..” Yoongi trailed off. He was turning a small package of cookies around in his hands. Now he looked at Jimin who was walking at the other side of Jungkook.

“Here, you take this to eat until we have lunch. You haven’t eating anything today yet.” he offered to his younger step-brother.

Jimin just raised an eyebrow at him. Not making any attempt of taking the package out of Yoongi’s hands.

“Are you my mum now?” he scoffed.

Yoongi, being too taken aback by his step-brothers reaction, was still holding out the little package. What was going on with Jimin? Why was his little brother being so defensive and mean to him lately? Had he done something wrong?

Being annoyed by the two brother’s awkwardness, Jungkook yanked the package out of Yoongi’s hands. “Yah! And what about me?”, he yelled.

Before Yoongi could reply, someone step in front of the two guys, blocking their way.

Looking straight Jungkook came face to face with a guy. He had a round face, brown hair and a broad smile on his features.

“Hey! Do you remember me still, hyung?” the boy now beamed barley able to contain his excitement.

“Should I remember you?” Jungkook asked crossing his arms.

“But of couuuurse huyng!! I’m Hoseok! You saved me from those bad guys..” he whined.

“And you also got kicked out because of me.” Hoseok added, now looking at his feet.

“Well yea. No problem. So, can you excuse us now? I had a long day and want to get something to eat..” Jungkook sighed not having the patience to deal with an excited middle-school boy. He started walking past the younger boy.

“Can I come with you and pay the meal? To make up for the help?”, Hoseok called after him.

“If you stop bothering me after that...” Jungkook muttered without looking back.

“Yeees! Thanks’ Hyung!!!” the younger exclaimed.

It was evening and everyone was at the volleyball field again, practicing hard for their afterschool club activities. Taehyung was standing at the side observing the younger boys. He had wondered already where Jungkook was. Even though the raven-haired boy was a trouble maker. he didn’t seem like someone who would not keep his word.

As if to confirm that something was up, Victoria tugged at his sleeve.

“Tae, I can’t find Jungkook anywhere. I already checked his classroom and called his phone. He is not answering. What should we do? He still needs so much practice.” She sounded worried.

That boy was his responsibility now Taehyung decided. He needed to find him and get him to train. Also, he couldn’t shake the feeling that something was wrong.

“You will be overseeing training here Vic. I will go and find Jungkook.”

Taehyung had managed to get ahold of Jimin, before he had left school and was now questioning him on the whereabouts of his friend.

“Where is he?” Taehyung demanded to know.

“Somewhere, were a good student like you won’t have the guts to go!” Jimin taunted.

Just as Taehyung was about to say something Yoongi stepped in front of his younger brother protectively. “Is there any problem here?” he asked in in a calm tone but with eyes cold as ice.

“No thank you, Hyung.”, Jimin snarled.

“Come with me glasses boy.” He added pushing past his bewildered looking brother.

Jimin felt a pang of guild as he saw the hurt flashing through Yoongi’s eyes. But he continued walking past him anyway.

Taehyung looked between the two brothers, trying to make sense of their behavior. He felt like saying something reassuring, seeing Yoongi’s sad face but didn’t know what. So, he remained silent and hurried after Jimin.

Jimin had led him into a shady looking district quite a few blogs away from the school. Taehyung had asked him a few times, where he would take him but just got an unfriendly “follow me and be quite” as an answer.

When Jimin finally stopped, they were standing in front of an dark alley. Trashcans and stacks of boxed indicated, that they were behind some kind of club or a bar.

“This is as far as I go. If you want to find him, go find him yourself now.” Jimin stated pointing at the building. With that he turned around and left, leaving Taehyung standing there unsure of what to do.

There where barley any streetlights in the ally but he could make out some men sitting on the floor seeming dead drunk. One of them was standing under the single streetlight the ally had to offer, holding a syringe. Something inside Taehyung told to him to run as fast as he could but he still needed to find Jungkook.

Carefully he made one step forward, trying not to make himself known to the other men. At the same moment the backdoor of the building flew open revealing Jungkook, dressed in the attire of a bartender. He was carrying two huge bags of trash, as he was walking down the stairs leading down into the allay.

“Hey! What are you doing?”, Jungkook yelled, as his eyes fell on the men in front of him.

But the men just shrugged, paying more attention to his syringe than to the young boy.

“You can’t take drugs here!” Jungkook repeated, as he tossed the bags of trash he was carrying to the side.

“None of your fucking business!” the male now hissed turning around to face Jungkook.

Feeling frustrated at the lack of respect Jungkook kicked at the closest trashcan. It fell over with a loud bang that was way too loud in the narrow allay.

That, seemed to have caught the attention of the two other guys who had been lingering on the opposite side of the ally. They were righting themselves, stepping closer from each side surrounding Jungkook.

“Please leave here!”, Jungkook said calm. He had noticed the other two guys and knew that he probably had no chance fighting three grown up man at the same time. But something inside of him didn’t care. Something inside of him wanted to fight.

The other guy seemed way to pissed at this point to just leave, as he hurled forward throwing a punch at Jungkooks shoulder. The younger boy however was faster, avoiding the punch by leaning to the right. That made the man even more furious. His face was a grimace of rage as he threw himself at Jungkook slamming the raven-haired boy into the nearest wall.

Gasping for air, Jungkook tried to push the male off him. His lungs were burning.

“Jungkook!”, Taehyung screamed.

He had been watching until that moment, too shocked by the events unfolding in front of him.

He ran forward just knowing that he had to help the younger boy, throwing any caution to the wind.

He was no fighter and he knew that, but he couldn’t bear hearing the younger boy groan in pain as the man landed a successful punch at Jungkooks stomach.

The man turned around as he heard Taehyung running up to him, temporarily letting his grip on Jungkook loosen. Jungkook however used the diversion to break free. He grabbed some boxes, lying nearby and threw them at the other man in the allay, who had started to advance onto Jungkook as well.

“What are you doing here you idiot? Leave!” Jungkook exclaimed, his eyes flickering to look at Taehyung briefly.

That little shift in Jungkooks awareness was punished directly by one of the men, as he hit him square in the face, making the boy sink to his knees clenching his yaw in pain. Taehyung tried to pull the guy of Jungkook before he could attack again. Stumbling backwards the man looked at Taehyung, surprised.

Taehyung rushed forward grabbing Jungkooks hand. He pulled the younger boy up ignoring his pained whine. Jungkook looked up at him with wide eyes. Fury and pain were battling inside them.

“Let’s run!”, Taehyung pleaded.

But before they could make one step, one of the guys was at them again this time kicking at Jungkooks hip. The black-haired boy managed to doge that attack by pressing himself back at the wall. Taehyung pushed himself in front of Jungkook trying to shield the younger with his own body.

Without being able to do anything Jungkook saw another kick coming, this time aiming at Taehyungs left knee. Taehyungs scream echoed through the night. He went down holding his knee, face a grimace of pure agony. Seeing that they landed a successful blow, the other two men rushed forward ready to help their mate finish the two boys.

Without thinking Jungkook grabbed Taehyung around his waist so that his own back was shielding Taehyungs. He groaned as he felt the fists crashing down on his back. It was so painful that he felt like he would lose consciousness soon but refused to let go of his protecting grip on Taehyung.

“Hey! What is going on here?!” Jungkook barley heard the male voice ringing down the alley.

“Stop this at once or I will call the police!” the voice came again this time sounding with more urgency.

Jungkook noticed that the strikes had stopped. He raised his head, feeling faint.

Out of the corner of his eye he saw that the three attackers were retreating down the alley, disappearing in the darkness. He let go of Taehyung slowly. When he tried straightening up, Jungkook realized that maybe that had not been such a good idea. He felt darkness rushing on to him. The last thing he felt, where strong arms catching him before everything went pitch black.

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imnotinclinedtomaturity · 7 years ago

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Love Yourself (Chapter 19 )

title: Love Yourself summary: A lot of things about Dan’s life are pretty great. He gets to make the music he wants, he’s got a great fanbase, and his manager is his best friend. A few things about his life suck a bit more. He’s currently lacking inspiration, he’s rather lonely, and he’s stuck in a rut. Dan’s been going to the same coffee shop for years. It’s quiet, it’s quaint, it’s near his home. Most importantly: none of the employees give a shit that’s he a world-famous singer. Things change when he meets the new barista. chapter words: 8k story words: 148.2k (so far) chapter: 19/? rating: m warnings: language, alcohol, sex mentions, some bi/homophobia, eventual explicit smut genre: singer!dan, coffee shop au, barista!phil, slow burn [[ao3]] [[first chapter]] [[previous chapter]]

a/n: i’m too tired to write a proper author’s note because @auroraphilealis just got another 2k out of me at one in the damn morning when i have work tomorrow but i love her for it <3

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As it turned out, Dan was too busy on Sunday and Monday to hang out with Phil again. If it weren’t for the fact that Dan and Phil were almost constantly texting, Phil would have been worried that the near-kiss had messed things up between them. But Dan hadn’t brought it up, and his messages still had the same hint of flirtation, so Dan and Phil must be fine.

Their meeting with the producers at the BBC on Tuesday went fantastic — everyone loved the ideas that he and Dan presented, and the producers were confident that the plan for the show was a good balance between segments that would be interesting for Phil’s regular audience, and pieces that would draw in new listeners.

By the end of the meeting, they’d picked a date for the show — the day before Dan left for Germany. It would be a Thursday, which was different than Phil’s normal slot, but the producers thought it would be an ideal night for the special and that, with adequate promotion, Phil’s regular audience would still tune in.

As they left the building and made their way to the tube stop, Phil could barely contain his excitement, and judging by the way Dan wouldn’t stop talking about the meeting, Dan must be excited too.

They were hovering in the grimey entrance to the tube, both refusing to turn down their own corridor to wait for their train, because they were too busy talking.

“I think they really, really liked it,” Dan gushed.

Phil smiled, shuffling forward a small step to be just a little bit more into Dan’s space. “Of course they did. It’s exactly what they wanted!” he replied.

“It’ll be fun, I think,” Dan continued quickly, practically bouncing on his toes in excitement as he stared out at the people rushing around them. “I’ve never gotten to interact with fans like that before.” Through thick eyelashes, Dan finally turned and properly looked up at Phil. “Plus, I can’t wait to see how you are on the radio.”

“It’s really not that big of a deal,” Phil said bashfully, ducking his face away in embarrassment.

Dan shook his head with a soft smile. “I’m sure you’re wonderful at it.” His eyes drifted away to the screen flashing the current train schedules. “My train’s gonna be here in just a few minutes,” he frowned.

Phil followed Dan’s gaze. “Mine too.” Even to his own ears, the remorse was obvious in his voice. “I’ll see you soon?”

“Of course,” Dan promised. “When are you working this week?”

“The usual shifts.” Phil drifted a little closer. He wanted to do something — anything — to tell Dan goodbye properly. His hands were itching to reach out and hug Dan, his lips desperate to press against Dan’s temple. They were in public though, in the middle of the busy London underground, and that wasn’t an option.

“Good,” Dan replied.

He must have been wanting to touch Phil just as badly, though, because his hand swung out, deliberately brushing against Phil’s. Their fingers touched just the briefest of minutes as Dan stared into Phil’s eyes. “I’ll see you soon, Phil,” he promised.

Unfortunately, both Dan’s and Phil’s lives were both growing more and more hectic by the day. With the added responsibility of planning the radio special, and doing all the necessary work to promote it, neither Dan nor Phil really had any free time left. Dan was in full musician mode (or at least, that’s how he described it to Phil), and spent almost all of his time either holed up in his music room at home, or at the studio across town working on his mysterious concept album that he’d yet to tell Phil the fucking concept of. Phil, for his part, was doing his best to stay on top of his youtube channel, his normal radio shows, his liveshows, and his hours at Beans and Grind. Finding time to plan the radio show together was hard enough, let alone finding time to hang out.

Still, though, they both made as much time for each other as they could, in whatever capacity they could manage. Whenever Dan was working from his music room in his flat, he’d always text Phil and see if he was available to skype and be co-productive from the comfort of their own homes.

The first time it had happened was two days after their meeting at the BBC.

Phil was filming a how to video for his channel when his phone dinged loudly, completely ruining a decent take of his current line. Disgruntled, Phil switched it onto silent and slid it across his dresser, forcing himself to maintain his cheery persona as he re-said the line for the millionth time.

Nearly two hours later, Phil pressed the stop button the camera and picked up his phone. There were dozens of notifications that he’d missed while filming, but one in particular stood out.

Dan [6:14PM]: come be productive on skype with me

It was a cute little order — one that Phil was happy to comply with, and he felt his stomach flip over just thinking about it

But when Phil glanced at the clock and saw that it was nearing eight already, his heart sunk. Dan had messaged him ages ago, and Phil had missed it. Phil hoped that Dan still had his phone with him, that he was still doing whatever it was he’d been doing, and was still willing to skype Phil.

Phil [7:52PM]: I just finished a video! I’m free now :)

Much to his dismay, however, Dan didn’t respond — not then, and not any time that night. It wasn’t until the next morning that Phil got a new message from him.

Dan [9:02AM]: sorry i got wrapped up in what i was working on and didn’t see your message. next time? xx

The loss of a chance to spend any kind of time with Dan left Phil determined to never miss another message from Dan — or chance to see him — ever again.

So Phil made it so that his phone made a unique noise whenever Dan texted or called, and Phil started always, always dropping whatever he was doing to answer when he heard that noise. Maybe Phil was clingy or pathetic or — according to PJ — whipped, but he didn’t care. The new method meant that he got to have many, many co-productive skype calls with Dan.

During most of their calls, Phil worked on editing his videos or planning a different radio show, while Dan worked on his new music. Phil noticed that sometimes Dan played his guitar, sometimes his piano, and sometimes he just stared intensely at a small notebook in his lap, occasionally scribbling something down.

Although Dan never called attention to it, Phil noticed that sometimes there were large periods of times where Dan would mute his microphone so Phil couldn’t hear whatever Dan was working on. A few times, Phil thought about asking why, but he was terrified that Dan would realize that Phil had caught on, and would instead start hanging up during those moments rather than muting himself — or worse yet, canceling their skype call time all together — so Phil just pretended not to notice.

Outside of their co-productive skype calls, Phil only got to see Dan at Beans and Grind. Those visits were never long — or private — enough for Phil to feel satisfied. And from the way Dan lingered at Phil’s side when he said his goodbyes, Phil guessed the visits weren’t enough for Dan either.

On one such occasion, Dan fiddled with his coffee cup, sliding it back and forth between his hands. It had been empty for almost half an hour — and for almost all of that time, Dan had been saying he needed to leave. His jacket was still slung over the nearby stool, though, and he wasn’t making any moves to pull it on.

“Louise is probably waiting for me,” Dan grumbled for the sixth time.

“It’s fine,” Phil also said for the sixth time. This time, however, he reached out and grabbed Dan’s mug as it swooshed towards Dan’s other hand. “You should go, we can find time to do something this weekend,” he added in an attempt to push Dan to get out of here before Phil changed his mind.

“Yeah, definitely.” Dan nodded eagerly, seemingly placated by the offer. His hands slid further across the bar and knocked into Phil’s. For a moment, they both lingered there, lightly brushing their fingers together for a few minutes before Dan finally pulled away with a sigh.

“See you soon, Philly,” Dan promised, a wide grin and two big dimples shining on his face as he turned and walked away.

They tried to find time to watch more Buffy together as well (or, really, just properly see each other), but life just kept getting in the way. They’d made plans for Dan to come over again the weekend after their BBC meeting, but Dan ended up having to cancel last minute because Darcy and Louise had gotten sick and apparently Louise’s boyfriend was out of town. Dan, being the complete softy that he was, had dropped everything so that he could play nurse for them.

The weekend after that, Dan was stuck in the studio rehearsing for the concert that was less than a week away. He texted Phil during every break, and even sent Phil a sneaky studio tour video (which just so happened to include a snippet of him rehearsing), but Phil couldn’t help but be a little disappointed that the constant rehearsals meant no time with Dan.

It wasn’t until the night before their radio show that Phil finally got to see Dan somewhere other than a grainy skype screen or at the coffee shop. On Wednesday evening, Dan texted Phil to inform him — not ask, inform — that he was on his way over to Phil’s flat right now because he’d just finished packing for Germany.

The text message completely made up for Phil’s dull and boring day so far, and even if Phil had been planning to do something tonight, he would have happily dropped it to spend the evening with Dan. He was glad Dan had decided to come over whether Phil liked it or not — because Phil definitely liked it.

His flat was a mess, though, and Phil wasn’t quite comfortable enough with Dan to let him see the state he lived in sometimes. Phil barely managed to collect the dishes that had been scattered around his lounge, bedroom, and office and pile them into the dishwasher before the doorbell buzzed, however, announcing Dan’s arrival. Phil knew it would have to be enough.

Phil rinsed his hands off, frantically rubbing them dry on his jeans as he raced to the door. Not bothering to ring down to make sure it was Dan, Phil jammed the door open button and opened his front door, too impatient to see Dan to wait for him to knock.

Perhaps Dan was impatient too, because he came out of the stairwell a few minutes later, not the lift. Dan’s pace as he crossed the hallway to Phil was quick — maybe a little too quick to be really considered a walk — and he practically launched himself the last few steps, throwing his arms around Phil’s neck and burying his head in Phil’s shoulder.

“Oof,” Phil grunted, briefly steadying himself on the doorframe before wrapping his hands around Dan’s waist and pulling him in closer. The light, cottony scent that was just so Dan overwhelmed Phil. He was just so, so happy to have Dan — actual real life Dan — in his arms. Smiling, Phil pressed a small, chaste kiss to Dan’s shoulder, unable to stop himself from showing just a bit more affection.

After holding Dan tightly for a moment, Phil unwound his arms and tried to step back, only for Dan to tighten his grip and make a small noise of protest.

Phil chuckled and wove his arms back around Dan with a smile. “Missed you too,” Phil said, his lips accidentally brushing against Dan’s ear. Phil shuffled backwards, not letting go of Dan, and pulled him into the flat with him. Dan giggled, but let himself be pulled along.

As it turned out, two intertwined six-foot tall giants didn’t make for the most graceful walking; Dan accidentally stepped on Phil’s toes, and Phil accidentally smacked Dan into the doorframe before they’d even made it three steps. But neither of them minded, and they ended up laughing into each other’s shoulders, the sound muffled but somehow still loud and happy enough that Phil worried his neighbors might pop their heads into the hallway.

It wasn’t until they were all the way into Phil’s flat and Phil had managed to kick the front door shut that Dan relinquished his grip on Phil.

“Hi Phiw,” Dan said warmly, smiling up at Phil through his eyelashes, his dimple prominent on his cheek.

“Hi Dan.” Phil grinned back, his hands naturally rising to the buttons of Dan’s coat — well, more a jacket, really. The frigid chills of winter seemed to have mostly passed. Unwilling to let Dan out of his embrace just yet, Phil took his time on the buttons of Dan’s coat, pushing each one through its hole as slowly as possible.

“Want something to drink?” Phil offered as he hung Dan’s coat on the hook.

“Hot chocolate?” Dan suggested, a childlike excitement seeping into his voice.

Phil nodded. “Okay. Go settle on the sofa and I’ll put the kettle on,” Phil instructed, content to finally have someone that shared his love for sweet drinks and easy nights in.

As Phil turned into the kitchen, though, he heard Dan’s light footsteps puttering behind him rather than turning into the lounge. Phil glanced behind him and saw that Dan had followed him.

While Phil was filling the kettle, the cabinet next to him swung open, Dan’s delicate hands reaching in and rummaging through its contents.

“Jesus,” Dan mumbled. “You’ve got a lot of mugs, Phil.”

Phil’s eyes flickered to the dishwasher sheepishly, where he knew there were at least another five or six mugs hiding. “Sorry, I like mugs a lot…” he shrugged, a little embarrassed, as he set the kettle on the counter and turned it on.

Dan leaned back, poking his head around the door so he could see Phil. “I love it,” he said with a sincere, fond smile. “I used to drink almost everything from a mug.”

“Used to?” Phil questioned, tipping his head to the side.

Dan’s face clouded for a moment — with what, Phil couldn’t quite tell — before fading back to normal. “Long story.”

Eager to hear each and every one of Dan’s stories, Phil started to assure Dan that had he had plenty of time, but Dan cut him off before he could saying, adding on, “I don’t wanna get into it right now.”

With a note of finality, Dan turned away from Phil, and pulled out two mugs — a lion shaped mug that Phil had received from a viewer years ago, and a corgi print one that was actually a sample for some new merch — and sat them down next to the kettle.

Dan waited in the kitchen with Phil while the kettle heated up, asking Phil if he’d seen any cute dogs or met any weird people since they’d hung out last. Phil was having trouble concentrating on his answers, though, because Dan was hovering so, so close to him. Phil had a feeling nothing he was saying made any sense, but Dan didn’t call him out for it. Phil was glad, because he was still adamant that everything between them was to happen on Dan’s terms, and it was taking all of Phil’s energy to resist the urge to wrap his arm around Dan’s waist, to pull him into his arms, to press a kiss to his temple.

To say fuck the kettle and fuck Dan instead.

Fucking hell, Phil needed to keep it in his pants. He shook his head a little, trying to force that thought away and focus on the moment at hand.

Once the kettle finally finished boiling, and the hot chocolate was made, Dan picked up the corgi mug with both hands, wrapping his long fingers around it. That left Phil to pick up the lion one, and he was secretly pleased when he realized that Dan had probably intentionally picked out which mugs he wanted for each of them.

Dan followed Phil into the lounge, his mug cradled close to his chest, but when Phil turned around to sit down, he found that Dan had stopped to hover by the coffee table.

“Sit down, silly.” Phil laughed, nodding to the sofa behind him. Dan simply nodded, but didn’t move to take Phil’s invitation. Confused, and not sure what Dan was doing, Phil sat down, hoping that Dan would follow.

Dan didn’t sit immediately; he waited until Phil was situated before crawling onto the sofa as well and immediately settling against Phil’s side. Dan rested his cheek on Phil’s shoulders and let his knees tip into Phil’s lap and — Oh.

That’s what Dan wanted — to curl up next to Phil — and that’s why he’d been waiting.

A light blush rose to Phil’s cheeks as the realization dawned on him, and this time, he didn’t hesitate to loop his arm around Dan’s shoulders. If Dan was cuddling into him, that was permission enough for Phil.

The entire premise of Dan coming over had been to watch more Buffy, but the remote was lying on the opposite armrest, well out of both of their reaches, and neither of them were making any move to get it.

Not then — and not for the next hour, either.

The tv just wasn’t necessary, or even wanted. They were content to just be in each other’s presence and be able to talk — talk about their lives, what they’d been watching on netflix recently, and the trivial mediocrities of life. It didn’t feel pointless or boring, and the conversation never stalled. Phil savored having Dan with him in his flat, in his arms, again, and Dan seemed equally happy to just enjoy the moment without any distractions.

“What are you planning to do in Germany?” Phil asked as he absent-mindedly trailed his fingers up and down Dan’s arm.

“Hopefully raise a lot of money for mental health services for youths,” Dan chuckled, his laughter interrupted by a small shiver shaking his body when Phil’s fingers drifted to his inner forearm.

“Well, yeah, but that’s work stuff.” Phil rolled his eyes and grabbed Dan’s bicep, jokingly shaking Dan a bit. “I meant with your sister, like what are you guys planning to do?”

“Oh!” Dan sounded surprised by Phil’s question. “Sorry, Louise and I have been going over every fucking detail of this trip, but we haven’t talked at all about what I’m doing for fun, so I just…”

“Went straight to work stuff?” Phil supplied when Dan trailed off.

“Yeah, exactly.” Dan tipped his head back on Phil’s shoulder and smiled widely at Phil. Staring up at him with beautiful, chocolate eyes, Dan looked absolutely beautiful and Phil couldn’t help getting lost for a moment.

“Have you thought about it, though? The fun stuff, I mean,” Phil said, shaking his head, trying to get Dan to focus on the personal bits of his upcoming trip, not just work.

Dan settled his cheek back onto Phil’s shoulder. “Obviously!” Dan replied, rolling his eyes. “There’s a really cool, super old beer hall I went to last time I was there that I want to take Addie to.”

“Hofbräuhaus?” Phil suggested, the name jumping into his mind from his drunken exploits in Germany.

Unexpectedly, Dan excitedly shot up, nearly knocking his head into Phil’s chin. “Yeah! Do you know it?” he asked, turning to face Phil properly.

“I went there with PJ!” Phil replied, grinning wide. He couldn’t believe he and Dan had been to the same place, even if it wasn’t at the same time. Somehow, that made him feel just a little bit more connected to Dan.

Dan tapped his hands eagerly on Phil’s thigh. “That’s so cool! When did you go to Munich?”

Without thinking, Phil reached out with his spare hand to still Dan’s hands on his thighs. “Gosh, it must have been… the summer after we graduated uni? I think?”

Dan flipped his hand over, threading his fingers betweens Phil’s.

“Did you go to that church with all the big figurines that dance and stuff?” Dan asked.

Phil smiled, and nodded his head. “Rathaus-Glockenspiel! That was so cool! I didn’t expect them to be so big.”

They seemed to talk about Munich for forever after that, excitedly exchanging stories of mischief they’d gotten up to and great food they’d eaten. The conversation spiraled from there, and Phil learned all about what Dan did on tour when he wasn’t performing. As it turned out, Dan had the same go go go mentality that Phil’d had when he’d done his own mini tour. They’d even prioritized a lot of the same sights and experiences.

The more Phil got to know Dan, the more amazing Phil thought Dan was purely from just how similar they were.

It wasn’t until Phil got up to go to the bathroom that they started actually doing anything with their evening. When he came back from the loo (with a glass of ribena for them each), Dan was sitting upright in the middle of the sofa, remote in hand and Buffy queued up on the tele. His prim posture didn’t last long, though; as soon as Phil sat down, Dan curled back into him.

Phil chuckled quietly when he realized that Dan’s head was conveniently low enough for Phil to comfortably rest his hand in his curls and, sure enough, Dan let out a soft sigh when Phil’s fingers tangled in his hair. With a small smile, Phil twirled the locks between his fingers, letting his eyes fixate on the soft boy in his arms rather than the pretty girl on the screen.

It was a good thing Phil had seen the entire series a dozen times, because he wasn’t paying a damn bit of attention to the show tonight. How could he when he had a gorgeous, soft boy in his arms?

They made it through three and a half episodes before Phil realized that Dan’s eyes were growing heavy. With all that they both had on their plates right now — especially Dan — Phil could hardly blame him. After a certain level of tired, sleep won out over just about anything.

Phil gently tugged at the locks that were still knotted around his fingers. “You’re free to spend the night here again,” he said, blushing as he realized how it sounded, and hastening to add, “but I won’t be offended if you want to call an uber and sleep in your own bed.”

Dan’s head nudged at Phil’s chest once, twice, before slipping down a few centimeters to rest more on his stomach. “Here’s good. I’ll just wake back up if I go home.”

A rush of affection hit Phil. He’d adored the fact that Dan had slept over last time, but it hadn’t exactly been a conscious decision on Dan’s part. But tonight — tonight Dan was deciding to stay at Phil’s, and the intimacy, the domesticity of that, warmed Phil from the inside out.

“Okay.” Phil pulled his hand away from Dan’s hair, pushing lightly on his shoulders. “You can take the bed and I’ll sleep here. Budge up so I can get you settled.”

“Noooo,” Dan whined petulantly, and stubbornly pushed his head into Phil’s lap. Phil bit back a laugh; Dan could be such a child sometimes and it was endearing in the silliest of ways. “I slept in some this morning so I’m okay for a few more episodes.”

Phil leaned forward and peeked at Dan’s face. His eyelids were heavy, and he was clearly fighting to keep his eyes open at all. Like hell would Dan make it through a few more episodes — Phil would be luckily if Dan stayed awake for ten more minutes.

And truthfully, Phil was feeling fairly tired himself. If he was going to watch (or sleep through) a few more episode, he didn’t want to be wedged upright against the back of the sofa.

Phil bumped his leg up slightly, lightly pushing at Dan’s cheek. “Can we move positions at least? That’s great that you got to sleep in, but I didn’t,” he teased.

Wordlessly, Dan rolled off Phil’s lap, hauling himself into a standing position. “Lay,” he ordered. Dan looked sleepy, his face soft and his hair a tangled mess. His clothes were rumpled from being curled up, and his cheek had a faint imprint of the stitching on Phil’s jumper.

Unsure of what Dan exactly wanted, Phil obediently laid down. By this point, Phil had known Dan long enough that he was accustomed to his slightly bossy tendencies and found them cute rather than annoying. He tried his best to only take up half of the length of the sofa, but he tall and lanky, and wasn’t particularly successful. Dan seemed to have a different idea, though. He pushed and pulled at Phil, manhandling him until his back was pressed all the way against the back of sofa, and he was stretched out from armrest to armrest.

With a final adjustment, Dan shoved Phil’s arm to the side and crawled back onto the cushions, before finally joining Phil on the sofa. Wordlessly, he laid down with his back pressed against Phil’s stomach, and pulled Phil’s arm around his body.

This. This was magical, Phil thought. Their bodies, pressed almost entirely together as they squeezed together on the narrow sofa. Phil could lay like this for the rest of his life and be satisfied.

Phil reached passed Dan to grab the remote off the coffee table and resumed the episode.

It wasn’t long before he felt Dan’s breathing slow, and Phil knew that his eyes had to have drifted closed again by now. It was getting late — or at least, it felt late because he’d had a long day and he finally felt relaxed — and Phil felt himself nodding off, too.

Phil was startled out of his half-sleep by a sudden hand on his chest pressing him backwards. His eyes flew open, immediately meeting Dan’s warm brown ones just centimeters from his face.

“On your back,” Dan mumbled.

Phil’s brow furrowed as he tried to blink his brain back into proper consciousness.

“Really, Dan, I don’t mind if you go to bed,” Phil protested quietly, all while rolling onto his back like Dan instructed, once again giving into his bossy tendencies.

“Shhhh,” Dan reprimanded as he settled back down and his head found a comfortable place on Phil’s chest. “I’m still listening to Buffy.”

Phil couldn’t contain the laugh that bubbled out of his mouth, his chest rumbling and jostling Dan’s head. “Are you now?” he teased.

“Yes. I’m just resting my eyes.” Dan’s hand clumsily found Phil’s mouth, clasping lightly in an attempt to stop him from talking. “Now be quiet, I think David Borateezey is saying something important.”

Phil pressed a small kiss against Dan’s palm. “Whatever you say, darling” Phil mumbled. His words were barely audible to his own ears, but Phil couldn’t be arsed to care at the moment.

With the warm weight of Dan’s head on his chest, Phil drifted back to sleep.

Sometime later that night — how much later, Phil couldn’t be sure — Phil woke up to find the tv off and Dan cuddled even more securely into him. While they’d slept, Dan’s arm had moved from its place wedged between them to loop across Phil’s stomach, his hand lightly gripping the hem of Phil’s jeans.

In the morning, Phil’s body would surely resent the fact that he’d slept on the couch, and his legs would probably hate having been confined to tight skinny jeans all night, but Phil knew that nothing could make him regret a night of Dan sleeping on his chest.

And hopefully, this was the first of many nights just like this.

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“Ha! Victory is mine!” Phil exclaimed when Dan failed to name seven Canadian provinces in seven seconds. “As the winner of the Seven Second Challenge, I get to play you whatever I want, so here’s a nice throwback to two thousand — um… five?”

“Four,” Dan corrected, flashing Phil a quick smile that everyone watching the livestream of the radio show could probably tell was filled with fond.

“Okay, then, Mr. Music,” Phil rolled his eyes playfully. “Here’s a throwback to two thousand four,” Phil conceded with mock-annoyance and a pointed look at Dan. “Enjoy Helena by My Chemical Romance!”

“Phil!” Dan squealed as soon as Phil had turned off their microphones. “You can’t just spring Helena on people like that! People need warning!”

“Oops!” Phil shrugged and flashed the live camera a guilty look. He grabbed the whiteboard from the table on the other side of Dan and scrawled a message.

Dan’s making me feel bad for springing mcr on you guys :(

Dan took the board from Phil’s hands and erased his message with the stuffed lion on the desk. He scribbled a reply, his left-handedness causing the ink to smear a bit, while he talked to Phil, moving his lips as little as possible.

“How d’ya think the show’s going so far?” Dan mumbled.

Phil eyed Dan’s writing, reading the message just before he turned it around.

i’m still a 2000s emo on the inside let me live

Phil dramatically shook his head at the camera, taking the whiteboard from Dan to say something — although he wasn’t sure what — back to their audience.

“Good,” Phil murmured back. “Really good, actually.” He nodded discretely towards the laptop they had pulled up to twitter. “Internet seems happy and,” Phil glanced towards the producer observing them, “Matt looks pleased.”

Dan smiled wide, first at Phil, then at the camera. “I’m glad,” he said through his grin.

For the rest of the song, and the song after that, Phil continued exchanging whiteboard messages with Dan to entertain their video audience, occasionally referencing tweets from the #AmazingDan trending hashtag.

When the music ended, Phil tabbed over from twitter to his google doc of notes. They’d reached the part of the special he was most nervous about — the music segment. As much as Phil enjoyed music, he wasn’t particularly confident in his knowledge about the current scene (ironic, considering he was a bloody radio dj). He’d spent the majority of this week prepping questions for Dan, and researching artists and albums that might come up during their conversation so that he’d feel less unsure.

“Hi guys and welcome back to Internet Takeover with AmazingPhil! I’m here with the Dan Howell to talk about everything music, both his and his fellow artists’!”

“Yikes, I’m not an expert or anything, but I’ll do my best,” Dan chuckled in his signature self-deprecating fashion.

“I hate to break it to you, Howell, but you’re a professional musician. I think that makes you an expert.” Phil playfully shook his head at the camera in exasperation. Fleetingly, Phil wondered if calling Dan Howell on live radio had been too flirty.

“If you say so…” Dan laughed again. “So, Philly, hit me with your questions.”

Well, if Dan didn’t consider Philly too flirty, then Phil was probably safe with Howell.

Phil’s eyes flickered back to his computer screen, despite the fact that’d he’d already memorized all of the questions he had for Dan.

“So, Dan,” Phil noticed that his voice had switched into Interviewer Mode, and he wasn’t sure how to shake the professional edge to his tone. “Everyone’s very excited about the fact that you’re working on a new album. What can you tell us about it?”

“I don’t have a release date yet, but it’s coming along well. Cheeky spon, but anyone who is coming to my performance on Saturday night just might get to hear a sneaky preview.”

“Ooooh, lucky people! I wish I was going!” Phil said, playing up his jealousy for the camera. Realistically, whatever Dan felt ready to share with the public was probably something Phil had already heard — and Dan’s eyeroll and playful shake of his head only confirmed Phil’s suspicions.

“Rumor has it you’re doing a concept album this time. How has working on this album been different from your previous music?”

Dan’s head whipped around to face Phil, completely ignoring the camera. Phil glanced over, only to find a mixture of amusement and shock on Dan’s face.

Dan quickly composed himself and flashed Phil a smirk, a twinkle of mirth in his eyes.“Rumor has it, does it Phil?”

Phil’s brows furrowed as he tried to place what Dan meant. “Yeah…” he said uncertainly.

“Phiiwww, there’s no rumor about it!” Dan whined indignantly. “You heard that from me, you spoon.”

“Fu-udge,” Phil caught himself just in time. He had a perfect track record of not swearing on live radio — or any place his viewers could hear him — and he didn’t want to ruin it now. “I’m so sorry! I forgot that no one knows that yet!”

Phil’s cheeks were flushed red, and his eyes were wide. He truly did feel bad for spilling what was apparently still secret information about Dan’s album.

“It’s fine.” Dan shrugged. “I was going to talk about it when I introduced the new song in Germany, but…” Dan trailed off and eyed Phil contemplatively.

“But…?” Phil asked hopefully. If Dan was considering talking about it more on air, then he must not be too annoyed at Phil for bringing it up. But, more importantly, if Dan talked more about it right now, Phil might actually learn something new for fuck’s sake.

Dan’s eyes flickered to the camera and back to Phil. “But, now that you’ve brought it up anyway, I might as well talk about it now.”

Phil bounced excitedly on his toes, not even needing to exaggerate his emotions for the camera. He’d been dying to know more about Dan’s album for weeks, but the only thing he knew was that Dan was proud of it and hoped that Phil specifically would like it.

A fact that Dan had told him numerous times, and each time it just made Phil more and more and more curious as to what in the actual hell Dan was working on.

Doing his best to retain some inkling of his radio host persona, Phil turned to his microphone. “You heard it here first, guys! Dan Howell is making a concept album and the concept is…” He trailed off, making a drumroll noise with his mouth.

Dan bumped his hip against Phil’s playfully, giggling. “Enough of that, you dork.” Dan’s laughter died down as he turned to face Phil, completely disregarding the main instruction that Matt and Phil had given him: always talk to the camera!

“It’s a really special album to me.” Dan sounded far more sincere than he had just seconds ago. “I feel like it really reflects my life in the past few months and… well, I hope you - I mean—” His eyes flickered to the camera for a split second. “ —um, everyone, likes it.”

There it was again, the pointed comments about Phil specifically liking the album concept.

“I’m sure it will be great,” Phil assured him. If they weren’t on camera, Phil would have reached out to touch Dan, maybe rub his arm or squeeze his hand — anything to show Dan his support.

“The concept is about a process,” Dan continued. Even though he was staring intensely at Phil, his hands were fiddling with the hem of his shirt, giving away how nervous he was about sharing this. “It starts off being about not being happy, about hating what you have and wanting something different.”

Phil’s heart stopped, and hope swelled in his chest. But Dan was being so fucking vague, that Phil wasn’t willing to give into it yet.

“Something different,” Phil repeated, his voice carefully controlled and devoid of emotion.

Dan’s lips twitched into a hint of a small smile. “Yeah, something different.”

Phil’s heart was pounding against his ribcage as he waited with bated breath for Dan to continue.

Dan cleared his throat softly, his eyes searching Phil’s face for something. “It’s about wanting what you don’t have and fucking going for it.”

Phil’s heart may have been pounding before, but now it was completely stopped. Phil couldn’t be sure, not when Dan was speaking in these loose and vague terms, but he was almost certain that he knew what Dan was talking about —

Isabella.

And, well, Phil.

And if that was what Dan was saying, then going for it must mean —

Fuck.

Phil couldn’t think about that.

Not right now, not while they were on live radio, streaming their faces online to a massive audience. If Phil thought too hard about what going for it meant, about what Dan essentially making an album — or at least part of one — about him must mean, Phil wouldn’t be able to stop himself from swooping in and finally, finally, kissing Dan.

“I’m, um, happy for you,” Phil choked out after a few too many seconds of silence. “Going for it — that’s, um, that’s good.”

Dan’s eyebrows rose, his playful smile returning. “It’s good, is it Philly?”

“Y-yeah,” Phil stuttered, completely failing at managing to seem poised and not socially awkward on live radio, which had been his one goal for this special. He’d known he’d be an awkward mess if he did this with someone he didn’t know, but he hadn’t anticipated that Dan would make him this flustered on live air.

“I’m glad you feel that way.” Dan smiled sincerely and, out of sight of the camera, nudged Phil’s foot with his own. The little touch of their feet felt like a promise, a promise that they’d talk, that this meant something, that Phil wasn’t crazy for reading into what Dan had said.

Phil smiled back, shifting his foot so that the outsides of their feet were pressed together under the table.

The rest of the show, Phil was barely able to keep himself together. Dan’s announcement had completely wrecked Phil’s composure, had derailed all of the conversation points that Phil had meant to hit, had utterly fucked with Phil’s head — and heart, for that matter.

As much as Phil loved doing the radio shows, he needed this special to fucking end already. He needed a moment to process what Dan had said without thousands of eyes and ears trained on him. He needed a moment alone with Dan.

And, most importantly, he needed to figure out exactly what going for it meant.

What seemed like days, weeks, maybe even months later, they were finally saying their goodbyes to their listeners, and Phil was ready to rip his headphones off and pull Dan into the nearest conference room, supply closet, or loo stall he could find. He wasn’t picky at this point.

His plan was thwarted, though, when Matt motioned for them both to follow him because he apparently wanted to debrief. Whatever the fuck that meant.

They were led into one of the small meeting rooms just down the hall. Phil perched himself on the edge of the table and faced the wall of windows that looked into the hallway, trying his best to look like he was listening to Matt.

Dan was hovering far away, all the way at the other end of the table, and was eagerly nodding along with whatever Matt was saying.

Phil looked at Dan a little closer, though, and saw that his eyes looked glazed over, like he wasn’t really listening. This feeling, this energy — Dan had to feel it too.

Hell, Phil was surprised that Matt hadn’t caught on to it.

While Matt raved about how great the show had gone, and how grateful he was that Dan had let Phil be the person to break the story about his concept album on BBC Radio, all Phil could think about was that damn concept.

That damn concept and all of the implications that it might carry.

Nearly an eternity later, Matt said goodbye and gave them one last congratulations before he rushed out to another meeting, leaving Dan and Phil alone in the conference room. As the glass door swung shut, Phil’s eyes met Dan’s across the room.

There was a look in Dan’s eyes that Phil couldn’t place — a look that carried weight that Phil could barely fathom, that he didn’t know how to describe.

Phil pushed himself off the table.

Whatever this was going to be, it didn’t feel like a conversation he wanted to have sitting down.

But even though Phil had been desperate to be alone with Dan, desperate to ask Dan a millions of different questions, now that the moment had finally come, Phil couldn’t find the words. Instead, he stared and stared and stared, waiting and waiting and waiting.

Time dragged on as Phil stared at Dan and Dan stared back, this distance between them both massive and nothing at all.

Dan shifted back and forth on his feet, looking equally as lost for words as Phil was. Phil could feel the charged energy between them, waiting for someone to break it, for them to finally allow themselves to be. He was tempted to say fuck it, to cross the room and grab Dan’s face between his hands and forego words entirely. But that wasn’t how mature relationships started, and the whole point of waiting, of taking their time, had been maturity.

So Phil had waited. So Phil continued to wait.

“So…” Dan broke the silence, his tongue darting out to lick his lips.

“So…” Phil repeated. He shifted his weight to his other foot and shoved his hand into his pocket, twisting it around into an awkward position.

They were still just looking at each other, holding the other’s gaze with half a room between them.

Someone needed to just say it.

Phil took a deep breath, steeling himself to just do it. Phil didn’t look away from Dan’s warm, intense eyes when he finally spoke. “That’s some concept.”

“Mmmm,” Dan agreed noncommittally, a stoic tone to his voice. His eyes scanned over Phil’s face though, clearly looking for some sort of reaction from Phil.

It was now or never.

Phil took a small step towards Dan. His hands were shaking at his sides, so he clenched them into tight fists. “Especially the going for it part.”

“Yeah?” Dan’s lips were tilting up, betraying his calm facade. His voice was betraying him, too — there was an undercurrent of hope and anticipation in his tone that was a stark contradiction to the neutral look his face was so clearly trying to maintain. “What do you think of it?”

The hope and the happiness that had been thrumming just under Phil’s skin for an hour now finally broke free. No amount of anxiety could convince Phil that going for it didn’t mean exactly what he’d thought.

Phil couldn’t hold back his smile anymore. It spread across his face so widely that his cheeks were positively aching, but he didn’t care. “I fucking love it.”

“Yeah?” Dan asked quietly, his voice higher pitched this time. Hope was radiating from him, his eyes lighting up, and his dimple coming out.

Phil couldn’t believe it — Dan was writing a fucking album about him, and it had taken him this long to realize that yes, Phil absolutely loved it. That Phil was so unbelievably happy that Dan was going for it.

“Yeah,” Phil whispered, taking two large steps towards Dan, closing some of the absurd space that was currently between them. There wasn’t an audience of thousands of people now, and Phil really, really wanted to kiss Dan.

Dan mirrored Phil’s actions, moving closer and closer until their bodies, their faces, were just centimeters apart.

Phil wet his lips, his gaze flickering from Dan’s eyes to his chapped pink lips. When he looked back up, Dan’s eyes had fallen almost completely closed, his head already tipping slightly. Phil followed Dan’s lead, closing his eyes, and tipping his head to the right and —

“Fuck,” Dan exclaimed, stumbling back half a step from Phil and fishing his vibrating phone out of his pocket. “Sorry, Adaline’s travelling and…” His hands were noticeably shaking as he swiped and answered the call. “Hey Addie.”

Phil’s heart was still in his throat, and his body had gone numb with disappointment.

Dan was still so close that Phil could hear Adaline through the phone.

“Hey Dan, I’m at your apartment, but the doorman won’t let me in because apparently you don’t have me down as a permanent visitor, loser.”

“Shit, sorry,” Dan apologized, his eyes flicking up to Phil and giving Phil the sense that the apology was as much for him as it was for Adaline. A deep, disappointed frown was etched on Dan’s face. “The producer wanted to talk for a minute, but I’m leaving now,” he rushed to add. “I’ll be there in a few minutes.”

“Hurry up, my phone’s nearly dead and I forgot my charger at home.”

“Okay, okay, I’m coming sis.” Dan hung up, frowning apologetically at Phil. He tugged his lip into his mouth, his bite strong enough to turn his lip white. “I need to go,” Dan said with a disappointed sigh.”Besides,” he added, glancing anxiously over to the glass wall separating them from the public hallway, “We aren’t exactly alone here.”

As if on cue, the intern that worked on Phil’s show came out of loo and walked right past the doorway Matt had dragged them through.

“Shit, yeah,” Phil muttered, his eyes following the intern down the hall. He knew Dan wasn’t out, and didn’t want to be out — this was the wrong moment. When Phil finally got to kiss Dan, he wanted everything to be perfect. “You’re right,” he agreed.

He didn’t make any move to step back though.

“I really do need to go, though,” Dan murmured, not stepping back either. He almost sounded like he was apologizing again, or trying to tell Phil that this wasn’t a rejection.

Silence descended upon them and they stood, just a few centimeters apart, staring into each other’s eyes, stuck in the reverie of each other.

“That’s okay,” Phil managed eventually. He swallowed thickly as he tore his eyes away from Dan, knowing that unless he did, he was never going to be able to walk away from this moment. “I’ll see you when you’re back.” Phil managed eventually. “Monday right?”

“Yeah,” Dan nodded slowly. “I’ll text you as soon as I get back to my apartment.”

Offering Phil an awkward half smile filled with regret, Dan reached for Phil’s hand and gave it a soft squeeze. Reluctantly, he turned and ducked out the door.

Exhausted from such a rollercoaster of emotions, Phil slumped backwards against the table and dropped his face into his hands.

They’d been close. So, so, so close to finally going for it.

While Phil would wait for Dan as long as he had to, he’d been right there. Now, Monday seemed like an eternity away.

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