"What’s Our Song?” : Alfie/Raheem
(for @illuminatethesehcpelessplaces since I messed up the ask)

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"What’s Our Song?” : Alfie/Raheem
(for @illuminatethesehcpelessplaces since I messed up the ask)
Send me "what's our song?" and I'll pick lyrics from 3 different songs that I find fitting for our characters' interactions.
Or that I think would fit both our characters if they haven’t met or don’t know each other well.
STEVE ;;
Steve didn’t pay attention to the conversation, he just left for coffee, nodding. Anderson wasn’t very nice? Or maybe he just gave a horrible welcome. The boy felt like a fish out of water, with all those people working near him, talking to each other about their weekends. Were they interested in Steve’s weekend? Anyways, he got the coffee and a small packet of sugar. Knocking, he kicked the door gently. “Here’s your coffee. Didn’t add sugar so here’s this if you want any.”
Rubbing at the back of his neck, Anderson listened as Val explained the situation. “Alright, okay. I’ll get it figured out.”
As Steve re-entered the room, Anderson glanced up from the papers spread in front of him, glancing down and rifling through a few of them. “I’ve got it right here. Thank you, Valerie.”
He hung up the phone, holding out his hand to accept the coffee.
STEVE ;;
“Well, I was asked to be punctual.” He smiled a bit embarrassed. For a moment, he forgot why he wa even there. Anderson had a strong beauty. That kind that made the boy just get on his knees for him. “I do know your name, but thanks for introducing anyway.” Steve shook back and licked his lips. “Since it’s still early and we’re waiting for the high-schoolers to come … Do you want me to get you some coffee, sir?”
“Coffee would be great, yeah.” He left it at that, turning back to his desk to reclaim earlier seat.
He smacked a button on his phone, picking it up and putting it to his ear. “Hey, Val,” He began, making a little bit of a shooing motion at Steve to indicate he should get on with it. ”Did you talk to the new kid before you sent him up here?”
@goxinsane agreed to assist
“Can I call you an Uber or somethin’?” He offered, resting his hand on the back of the person sitting beside him. “You look like you’re ‘bout to upchuck, no offense.”
He wasn’t sure how many drinks they’d had, but it seemed to be their limit.
STEVE ;;
“S-sorry.” He immediately came in, trying not to peek any longer. “I just wanted to see if you were busy with someone. I guess knocking was more appropiate.” Tour group? Steve was more confused than his boss apparently. It took him a couple of seconds to actually understand why he was being treated like that. “No sir, I’m your new intern. First day, yes. Hi.” He approached the blonde, stretching his hand, hoping the other would shake it. “It’s Steve.”
“My new intern.” Anderson repeated. He glanced at the schedule on his desk before glancing at his watch.
“You’re over 15 minutes early.” He shook Steve’s hand, however, grip firm. “Anderson Connolly. Surely, you know that already.”
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@ddybcys agreed to assist
“Y’know, just ‘cause you see an open door don’t mean you have to peek on through it.” He stood from his desk, arms folded, looking at the person who was standing in the doorway of his office.
“You with that tour group or somethin’? Think you got a little lost in Fizzy Liftin’ testin’.”
does anyone wanna help me flesh out a new character lmao
rn all i know is that his name is anderson and he gives off some massive sugar daddy vibes
tag urself
Try to break my muse’s heart in a single sentence.
EASTON ;;
“If those guys come in here again, I swear I’m going to -” Easton said, frustration showing on his face as he picked some of the vinyl’s from the floor that the teenagers had left there. He’d never really had an appreciation for vinyl until he started working at the store but now he treated them like a parent would their child. “Just how can they just toss these around like they’re nothing? It’s bad enough they chipped the one Aretha Franklin and I don’t even know how they managed that one!” Looking back over his shoulder, Easton frowned a bit, clutching the record to his chest. “Sorry, I know you were saying something and I wasn’t listening. Can you repeat it? I promise this time I’m listening.”
“Double date. You, me, Max, Kaden. That’s what I was saying. Just say yes, East.”
Phine helped Easton to pick up the records, holding them out for his brother to take. “Just think, you’ll be able to leave Lock in charge of the store, and he’ll scare the teenagers off for the rest of their natural born lives.”
MATTEO ;;
“Are you kidding?” Matteo couldn’t help laughing at the cute boy’s apology. “I love them! Hi guys! Hi!” His sister had always said his patronus would be a dog; he certainly had the rambunctious friendliness of one.
Matteo struggled to pet all three dogs while still watching the boy who was hopelessly tugging on their leashes. “What are their names?” He asked, not wanting to let them go just yet.
“Oh, this is uh, Lock,” pointed to the one with purple collar, “Shock,” to the one with electric blue collar, “and Barrel,” to the one with a bright orange collar.
“They’re super friendly. People think pitbulls are big and scary though. But that’s not true, right, Barrel?” He pet the puppy as it neared him, always the first one back to Mikey’s side.
“Do you have dogs of your own?”
like for a starter from adrian mellon while i figure out my life and what’s up with my fuckin’ choices
MILES ;;
Miles didn’t know where Bash had disappeared to, a miracle no one asked for really - considering the two of them were usually always as close to glued together at the hip as they could be. He had eliminated the number one threat to both him and his sister, but that didn’t ease the slight tendency to worry about the boy. After all, since they’d become famous, there was no telling what the fuck their fans were capable of. After all, he’d seen the fanfics.
“Where is he?” Mumbled under breath as eyes searched for the mess of black hair he was most used to, searching the crowd as he moved through it.
Detangling himself from the fans that had spotted him in the grocery store, Bash escaped down one of the aisles, keeping his head down and walking quickly.
Where the hell did Miles go?
He was growing more panicked the longer they were apart, wanting to be back at the man’s side. He didn’t do well in public places as it was, let alone when on his own.
MALCOLM ;;
“Suit yourself.”
He had opened his mouth to try and be helpful for well, once in his life only to met with a brand of snark that current mood didn’t feel like accommodating. Instead, hand waved in front of him to dismiss the entire thing.
“But their about to turn the sprinklers on and I will be laughing from over there.” Gestured to the safety of the sidewalk, shrugging broad shoulders.
“Then I’ll finish reading from the privacy of my own damn home. Away from nuisances. Thanks.”
He stood, snapping the book shut.
@hcneydewed liked this and got JAX
“I’m not moving from this spot until you agree you’re coming to dinner with me. You’ve been working all day. It’s time to get out of the house and have some fun!”