✪ | trashy innocence

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Jet Fuel Can’t Melt Steel Beams || @Lyricalclxrity

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     “I think yer gonna be, though… I mean, not that I don’t think yer great already, but…” Honestly, who knew he was this awkward when he was alone? All he could really do was snuggle even closer to the other, if that was even possible at this point. “Sorry… M’still nervous…” He sighed a little. “I’m like… Head over heels fer ya… Been fer awhile…”

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“W-well, that’s...” Good grief, he doesn’t know what to do anymore. Except hide his face even more than before from embarrassment. “I-I’m just... I’m only...” Doesn’t know what to say, either, apparently. He’s mumbling--and then a little yawn escapes him. Oh. Looks like he might actually be getting tired, too. “...I-it’s... okay... and all... mmh...”

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Jet Fuel Can’t Melt Steel Beams || @Lyricalclxrity

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     “Ya huh…” He could keep arguing all night if he had to. “It is..! I can get a mirror. Yer so shy n cute… I think yer gonna be lots better than all the other dickheads I dated… Yer like, nice and sweet and cute… Yer not me, I guess…” Ah yes, four am, the perfect time to gush about the guy you confessed to two hours ago.

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“I-it’s not...” He couldn’t even protest or anything anymore, really. He didn’t know what to say, and his face was burning red at this point. Not like it wasn’t already, but still. All Finn could do was lower his head, trying to hide that said burning red face of his. Good grief. “I-I’m not that great or anything...”

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Jet Fuel Can’t Melt Steel Beams || @Lyricalclxrity

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     “Yes you are.” While he was still sleepy, he had plenty of energy to argue over this. He kissed around the others face before settling back in on resting against his forehead. “Yer so blushy and shy… Yer like… As red as my hair..!” He squeezed him in his arms, happy to be as physically close to him as he was.

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“N-not...” Finn could sit here and insist otherwise on the matter all night, really. Absolutely not, there was nothing cute about himself! This was a fact. He knew it for sure, after all, he was himself, and he knew himself best. ...Right? Sure. Yeah. Let’s go with that. “W-well, that’s... It’s not that red...” Oh, Finn, honey. You are that red. Honestly, maybe even redder than that. Relax.

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Jet Fuel Can’t Melt Steel Beams || @Lyricalclxrity

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     Maybe his face will be… scorching in the mornings, then. Ba dum tsh. Either way, Lack kept nuzzling into him and cuddling him like the end of the world was near. He was just so, so happy he could hardly contain himself.

     “You feel really hot… Are you okay..?” He lifted his head to see how much the poor boy was blushing. He couldn’t help but smile and press his forehead against the others. “Cute…” He mumbled softly.

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“I-I’m fine!” Was his insistent reply, though really, he was a mess. He was just going to deny his embarrassment to the ends of the earth, even despite the fact that it was so very obviously apparent he was. RIP Finn.

“I... I’m n...Not... cute,” He murmured softly, eyes darting all over the place as he shifted around a little bit, just to get more comfortable himself. “R-really...”

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Jet Fuel Can’t Melt Steel Beams || @Lyricalclxrity

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     “Heh, I know it’s a lot t’ask, but ya don’t gotta be shy.” He reached out, grabbing the other by the hands to pull him in the bed with him. A little pushy, but hey, he wanted to sleep. And what better way to sleep than with cuddling? Almost immediately, basically without even letting Finn settle, he coiled around him like a damn snake. Leg hitched over his hip, arms wrapped around him tightly… Yep, Lack was cozy. Finn’s comfort level was probably debatable, though.

     “Mm… If ya need water or the bathroom or anythin’, just lemme know…” After that, he yawned once more before burying his face into his hair.

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“W-well, I-- Ah!” He couldn’t even finish his sentence before he was pulled onto the bed. And he was pretty much immediately curled around, too. If his face wasn’t scorching before, it was now. What were you even supposed to do in a situation like this? Was he supposed to get a bit more comfortable by moving around? Stay completely still? Burst into song? That last one was a little joke he told himself, but still.

“I-I, um... I-I’m fine... for now...” Came Finn’s reply sheepishly, as he lay there, baffled by the situation. He’d get used to it eventually. Just, you know. Not right now.

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Jet Fuel Can’t Melt Steel Beams || @Lyricalclxrity

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     He turned back around to see the other just standing there awkwardly. He smiled again, letting out a lighthearted laugh. “It’s okay. There’s a first time for everything, right?” He ruffled his hair a bit before going over to his bed to practically fall face-first into it. Now you could really see how tired he was. He rolled around until he was in the right position, sprawled out all over one side. 

     “If you need–” A yawn. “–Shorts or anything, they’re in the second drawer. Help yourself, babe..~” Oh, and that’s another thing; pet names. Lack loved them. I hope Finn enjoys being called babe a lot.

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“W-well... yeah,” The boy murmured, still far too flustered and unsure. Help this boy. Just, help him. He stood there , still, watching the other as he got comfortable on the bed. Was Finn supposed to go over there too? That was what was said before, right? Oh, grief. Help him, really. 

“I-I’m fine, tha...nks...” He kind of trailed off, because--’babe?’ That was--that was absolutely new. Now his face was a burning red. At this point, Finn just basically waddles over to the edge of the bed, looking around sheepishly.

“...Um...”

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Jet Fuel Can’t Melt Steel Beams || @Lyricalclxrity

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     He opened up the front door to his house, switching on the first hallway light he got to. “Well, this is it.” It was surprisingly nice, actually. Not extraordinary, but it wasn’t inexpensive, either. He slipped his shoes off and dumped his bag at the door, guiding the other up the stairs into his room. There were pictures of him and Basalyo as children on the wall; how cute. Though, there was only a couple of his mother. “I have spare pajamas if you need some,” He giggled for a bit, then continued. “My shirts are probably dresses on you…”

     His room had a king-sized bed, a tv, hardwood flooring and various other things showcasing his hobbies. It was surprisingly clean. Right away, he stripped his shirt and pants off. He was just left in his striped boxers now. He yawned and stretched, clearly ready for bed. “Make yerself at home.” He turned back at him with a grin.

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“A-ah, this is... nice,” Finn took his time in glancing around, examining his new surroundings with interest. It was a little more extraordinary compared to his own residence, that was something he couldn’t help but notice. He did notice the bit about the pictures, as well, but... still, he thought it was best not to ask. Wait to be told about things, instead, if there were things to tell. He figured it would be the same thing about himself. There would probably be questions at some point, right? After all, most people live with their parents, not their uncle... or at least, he thought so, anyways. “O-oh, uh... I-I think I’ll be okay,” Because they probably would be dresses on him. He didn’t typically wear actual pajamas anyways. He normally just lounged around at night in a t-shirt and boxers.

Though... now, in the room, Finn was just standing there. Flustered by this whole situation, really. He wasn’t used to being in someone else’s house like this, so ‘making himself at home’ wouldn’t be all too easy. “Uhh...” Awkwardly, he fumbled out of his hoodie at least, before he continued to stand there with it perched in his arms. “...S-sorry, I... I’m not really used to b-being in someone else’s place like this,” The younger admitted, with a light sigh. “I-I, uh. Uh. Y-yeah.”

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Jet Fuel Can’t Melt Steel Beams || @Lyricalclxrity

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     He waited patiently for the boy to get a response from his uncle. At his smile and confirmation, he couldn’t help the heat on his cheeks from rising once more. “Well, no ones at the house since my dad is on a business trip, so we have that to ourselves.”

     “You’re really quick with texting, damn…” He pulled out his own phone from his back pocket, sliding it to the password screen to type in the password. Compared to Finn, he was ungodly slow. “I’m not quick at typing… Hn…” He turned his phone back off and stuck it in his pocket again.

     “We could go back– I don’t mind. I.. I only have one bed, though. My dad doesn’t let me in his room.” He cleared his throat nervously, cheeks heating up again. “Hope ya don’t mind…”

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“O-Oh,” Well, that was a bit of a surprise. But there was nothing wrong with that, right? Actually, if anything, that was a good thing, considering Finn wasn’t too good with handling people. And it was three in the morning, to boot; not a good time to possibly meet a parent for the first time, huh.

“W-Well, I kinda... type a lot on my phone, s-so,” He explained, rubbing the back of his neck with a sheepish expression. He spent so many hours either on his phone or his laptop, so. Just writing, or surfing the internet in general, really. Instead of sleeping, half the time. Whoops.

“Ah...?” Once again, the boy was caught by surprise, and a rush of heat ran to his cheeks. Oh. Well, then. But... y’know, he did want to know what it was like to be all cuddling up to someone, so. “...I-I, um. I-I don’t mind.”

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Jet Fuel Can’t Melt Steel Beams || @Lyricalclxrity

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     “…I like it. It’s perfect.” Lack smiled wide, leaning down once more to press another kiss to his head. “Is–Is it okay that you get home so late? You won’t get like, yelled at or anything, right? You could just stay the night at my place. …I-If you want to, i mean…” It was evident that Lack was very eager to spend time with the other, even now, at three o'clock in the morning. 

     “We can still go do stuff, though, if you wanna. The night is ours for the takin’.” Lack said that, but he was honestly SO sleepy. Leave him be long enough and he could fall asleep standing up right there. What he could really go for right now was cuddling. That was his shit.

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“R-really?” Well, he was glad it wasn’t a disappointing half of a heart. It looked messy, but if it was acceptable, that was good. A flustered expression made itself apparent on his face, but at the mention of home, it shifted into a thoughtful one. “W-well, um...” Finn took a moment to think, recalling what he’d said to his uncle before. “I-I told my uncle I’d just be out for a-a couple hours, I... I-I’d have to ask him, but... I-I have my phone, so! I-I could... try that.” Because he knew plenty well that, while he might not get yelled at, his uncle would be extremely worried if he didn’t show up, without warning. But he knew he’d at least be able to get a response--his uncle had said he’d stay up until Finn got home, after all.

Immediately, he pulled his phone out of his pockets, and was quick to send a message. He spent a lot of time on his phone on occasions, so he wound up being quick when utilizing it. It took a few minutes for a response to be returned, but a small smile spread its way onto his features once he read it.

“...H-He said sure. I-I could... stay, so... I-I’ve actually never stayed over a-at another person’s place before, h-haha... B-but, you seem kinda tired, s-so! Umm.”

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Jet Fuel Can’t Melt Steel Beams || @Lyricalclxrity

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     “Y-Yeah–Right, Right.” He slipped the paint can out of the others hands, lifting it up to paint half a heart around their initials. This was so mushy for him; anyone else that knew him would probably think this absurd for him. But, at heart, Lack was a true romantic. Even if he wasn’t that good at expressing it most of the time. But, if there was one thing he was good at, it was being clingy and cuddly. God, he’s like a damn puppy. 

     “That good?” He asked, handing the can back to him, still smiling and embarrassed. “I-I hope this isn’t… Too dorky or anythin’…”

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The younger boy watched carefully as half a heart was painted around the letters, feeling his face flush up all over again. There wasn’t anything wrong with this, it was just... so strange of a feeling, to be doing something like this. He never expected he would be. At the rate things were going, he kind of just expected to be alone for who knows how long, but... seems like that wasn’t the reality anymore. Which, definitely was a good thing. Absolutely.

“Y-yeah, it’s fine!” Finn insisted, taking the can as heat rushed to his face, and moving to finish the other half. His side looked to be a bit messy, but hey, he wasn’t used to spray painting yet! Cut him some slack. “...I-I messed up a little... s-shit.”

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Jet Fuel Can’t Melt Steel Beams || @Lyricalclxrity

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     Oh, yes he would. Lack was surprisingly very affectionate–When alone, at least. In public he only makes things known if he’s feeling a little protective or he’s extremely happy. He loved giving affection to those he was dating, especially when alone; it could honestly be considered some sort of body worship considering how much he just loves to look at his partner’s body. He’ll just trace his finger in each dip and crevice, over every scar and bump and just… Admire it. He loved bodies, that’s all there really was to it. There was no doubt he’d be the same way with Finn. “Kissing you and stuff… That’s okay, right?”

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“Y-yeah... that’s okay,” Finn’s voice was soft, as he was flustered, but he gave a gentle nod in response. It would take him some time to get used to the affection--he never really had friends, he’d never dated before, he never really got along with his parents once he hit a certain age. So up until recently, it was a pretty foreign thing for him to experience. And it wasn’t like he didn’t want affection, because he certainly did. Hell, he craved it, though he wouldn’t readily admit that. He could just keep that to himself for now. “A-ah! Um, t-the... the heart... Are we... uh...”

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Jet Fuel Can’t Melt Steel Beams || @Lyricalclxrity

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     “Yeah!! That’s perfect.” He leaned down and kissed his head. “I-If you want, you could draw half the heart and… I could draw the other half…” He looked away a bit bashfully. He was very intent on painting a heart around it. He felt so, so dorky about this, but he couldn’t help it. He was ecstatic. He couldn’t wait till they started hanging out in school, out of school… Going out together, and just generally being around each other. He could tell Finn would be different than the others he’s dated.

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“G-great-- ah...” A deep flush once again enveloped his cheeks at the kiss to his head. If this was going to be a thing, he’d have to get used to acts of affection. The only kind he was really used to was family-affection from his uncle, but that was a totally different ballgame. “O-oh, um. T-that sounds nice, so... y-yeah,” The younger boy was quick to nod in agreement, holding the spray can tightly in both hands. This was a really cute idea, oh no...

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Jet Fuel Can’t Melt Steel Beams || @Lyricalclxrity

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     “O-Of course–” He let go of him to shuffle back into the gap between the two signs, sticking his head out to wave him in. He had his feet against one side and he was resting his back against the other. In front of them were the initials “AL”, which would be confusing to most, since everyone generally calls him Lack. He never really told anyone his first name. Around the red paint were copies of the same initials, though scribbled out with other colors. Basically all of them were scribbled out, except maybe two or three. None of the others were in a heart, however.

     “You just get a good grip on the can, use your index finger and–” He quickly painted a smiley face higher up on the board. “–There ya go.” He offered the can out to the other with a smile. “If you need help, just say somethin’. It takes a little bit to press down.”

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The boy gave a light nod once he was beckoned back there, making his way over into the gap and taking a quick look at his new surroundings. It was a tad bit cramped, but it wasn’t unbearable. Especially considering how small Finn was. The different initials didn’t go past his notice, but he figured that was something he should wait to be told, not ask about. There were indeed plenty of things scribbled out, though.

“Ah--” Finn watched carefully, before taking the can into his hands with a mildly nervous expression. He was afraid he was going to wind up making a mess on accident, or something. But still, the nervous look on his face changed to that of determination as he took a firm grim on the can, pressing his finger down and--hey, it worked! There was a little splotch of paint from where he had tested it out, and now he felt more confident about the spray paint business. So, sheepishly, he looked at the initials in front of him, before lowering the can underneath them to slowly paint his own, ‘FW.’Now, he looked proud of himself. 

“...T-there we go. That’s fine, r-right?” 

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Jet Fuel Can’t Melt Steel Beams || @Lyricalclxrity

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     “O-Oh, that, uh…” He lifted his head a little, his eyes shifting to the side. “I put my initials there, and if you said yes you could… I dunno… Put yers under mine… In a heart… Or somethin’……” He covered his face with one hand, trying to hide his increasing embarrassment. “You don’t–You don’t have to… I do it for the important ones…” And, in the situation when they said no, he simply scribbled it out with another layer of spray paint, which was… Quite a lot, actually, if Finn were to look. 

     “I-I dunno… It’s kinda a good luck thing fer me… Like… The paint will be there forever and so… Maybe that’ll happen… With who I’m datin’…..” His voice got quieter and quieter until he was practically mumbling by the time he finished talking. Who knew this would embarrass him this much!

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“O-oh... Oh...” Now, he was thoroughly flustered. That was a pretty cute gesture, actually. It was unexpected, certainly, but ... He couldn’t deny that he had kind of always wanted to do something along those lines. It was like in movies, where people would carve each other’s initials into a tree. Except, this wasn’t a tree, obviously. But it was still along the same lines as that, right?

“I-I can... I can do it...” Finn murmured, gaze shifting downwards slightly from embarrassment. “I-I mean-- You’ll have to help me, I-I’ve never spray painted before, b-but...” This obviously meant a lot to him, and so Finn didn’t want to object or make him feel like this was an unwanted gesture or anything of the sort. Because it wasn’t. It was unexpectedly sweet, really.

“S-so, um... Y-yeah...”

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Jet Fuel Can’t Melt Steel Beams || @Lyricalclxrity

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     “I, uh… I’ve never been on a real date. I’ve only really brought people here, so, uh… If you have any ideas… I-I’d be glad to hear ‘em.”

     His guys were generally all people he’s grown up with, so they’ve been together through thick and thin. And when their “boss” or another member likes someone, they accept it and move on, making sure no one picks on them too. “Yeah..! No one will mess with ya anymore, promise. It’ll be happy… Er, nice…” He was so jumbled up, he couldn’t even find the right words for his sentences. It was either that or maybe he just skipped english a little too much.

     “I’ll do my best–I really will, okay?” His own, still shaky hands rested on the others hips to pull him in a little closer. He had to work on controlling his strength, that’s for sure. He leaned in and rested his forehead against Finn’s, trying to calm his own nerves a little. “I’m happy…” He mumbled softly. The heat coming off his face could most likely be felt by the other as well. At least Finn wasn’t alone with being embarrassed. 

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“O-oh, um...” More surprise there. He debated on whether or not saying his, er. ‘Ideal date’ was a good idea or not, but... Finn thought it was a kind of ridiculous thing to think of, so he decided to push it to the back of his mind for now... Maybe some other time.

This certainly was a change of pace, but it sure was a welcome one. Things were finally starting to turn around for the boy, and he was glad. Or, well--saying ‘finally’ was a bit much, because things had gradually turned around ever since he moved away from home. But things were getting much better much faster now, it seemed. “Y-Yeah... it’ll be nice,” He reaffirmed, giving a gentle nod in response. This seemed so genuine, after all. 

“O-okay,” Was his response, although, a slight surprised noise came out as he was pulled closer. Almost like some kind of squeak, really. Not like he was going to protest or anything, he was just, well. Surprised. That was sudden, after all. “...S-same,” The boy muttered, a little bit of a smile creeping up. He could feel that heat, alright--though considering there was plenty of it coming from his own face, it was hard to discern the two. He stood there, eyes closed peacefully for a moment--until he remembered something, and they shot open again. “O-oh, right, uhm... I-I heard the spray paint can going b-before...?” He almost forgot about that. What was going on back there?

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Jet Fuel Can’t Melt Steel Beams || @Lyricalclxrity

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     “Yeah, I mean it. I’m sure.” He listened to the other babble on and felt a sudden wave of relief wash over him. “You mean it? You’ll date me?” His eyes lit up right away in excitement. “Shit i… I didn’t expect that..! Not that I’m not happy or anything, exactly the opposite, actually–D-Does this mean you’ll go on a date with me? Like, a real date, to the movies or something?” He was talking a mile a minute he was so excited. It took him a minute to realize he went and held the others hands during that excitement. 

     “I’ll make it up to you–I dunno how but… I will! I already told my guys about how I was feeling and they were chill about it. So, like… You don’t have to worry about me being a dick anymore, okay? I just… sorta did that because, uh… Well, I didn’t know how to come to terms with shit and, uh… Other reasons too.” He didn’t really wanna drop the bomb that he was still getting over his mother’s death from a few years prior. 

     “I’ll be good–I’ll be real good. If I’m not just like, hell I dunno, spray me with water or somethin’, okay? I wanna… I wanna do this right.”

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“Y-Yeah, I mean it!” Finn nodded, confirming what he said as he shuffled around sheepishly. “L-Like, a real date, to wherever! I-I’m not picky... I-I guess, I mean, I-I don’t know where people r-really like to go on dates, but...” He really didn’t have much of a clue, other than the typical stuff you’d see on movies or TV. There was one thing he’d like to do, but... maybe it was weird, or silly. Something like that. He’d just keep it to himself.

“O-oh...!” Well, that kinda surprised him. They were all okay with it? He must’ve gotten lucky and moved to an area where that didn’t kind of bother people as much. Or maybe all of them were just good enough friends to have it not be a big deal. Either way, he was relieved. Of course, this didn’t excuse any prior behavior, and he knew that, but he was still willing to give things a chance moving forward. So now, there was a slight smile creeping across his features. “M-mmhm.. W-well, things will be great from now on, r-right? So. T-that’s what matters most!” Look at this bean go.

“I-I’m not gonna spray you w-with water, or anything, that’s like... h-haha... B-but...” He paused, face flushing up a further bright red at this point. “W-well, I... t-think you’ll do a good job, so...”

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Jet Fuel Can’t Melt Steel Beams || @Lyricalclxrity

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     Upon the other making his way over, he leaned in slowly and pressed a kiss to the boys lips. Shakily, he moved his hands from behind his back, revealing a small bouquet of assorted flowers. “I, uh…” After he broke the kiss, he cleared his throat, cheeks clearly burning almost as bright as his hair. “…Here.” He was clearly embarrassed, practically shoving the flowers into the others hands with trembling hands. 

     With no doubt, he knew the other would be confused at least; or even angry. For months, Lack has put this kid through hell, and he kinda expected to at least get punched by him or something for this. “I– um…” He really didn’t know what to say without sounding like a complete douchebag. “I’m… I’m sorry… Mm… This is hard…” He scratched the back of his head to try and find words for what he wanted to say. “For everything, actually… God, I’m a fucking douche, ah…” He took a deep breath and closed his eyes; biting the bullet, so to speak. “I think I’m in love with you.”

     He kept his head hung low, fully expecting at least a slap from the smaller male. He put him through this hell for this? What was this, kindergarten? Harassing the person you like day in and day out isn’t how this shit works anymore, and Lack knew that now. It just took him a long ass time to sort it out himself.

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Finn was still absolutely baffled, but once he suddenly found himself being kissed, he was entirely, one hundred percent confused. His eyes were wide with surprise, and he didn’t know what to say, let alone do, whatsoever. And then there were suddenly flowers in his hands, too? Wait... was this--?

He stood there, shuffling about in place as he listened in carefully, a deep burning sensation filling up his face. This couldn’t be what it seemed like, right? But--no, but it was. This was definitely, without a doubt some sort of confession. Well, Finn could certainly say that he never saw this one coming, not from a million light years away. And once he heard the words ‘in love with you,’ everything was confirmed then. Oh, god, what was he to do in this situation? He’d been put through hell before, that was true--but at the same time, he’d seen good, too. Would it be wrong to give him a chance? God, Finn didn’t know. He didn’t want to just stay quite the entire time, though. Shit. What to do?

“I-I...” The younger boy stared down at the flowers in his hands, noticing he was shaking a little bit. Well, of course he was. He was nervous as hell. But... he had to do something, right? “...Y-you... mean it? I-I mean... me? O-of all people? I-I... I-I mean, I’m not... anything special, a-and that’s... Um... B-but I... I-I think that I... I-I mean, you did bad things, y-yeah, but you... also have done g-good things, so I... I-I think I... you know... w-we could... date... i-if you wanted? B-Because, y-you know, I... I-I wanna know you better, a-and um... things, so... I-I guess what I’m saying is... I-I don’t know, I just... ah...”