𝐬𝐡𝐚𝐩𝐞 𝐦𝐢𝐧𝐝𝐬

temp hiatus while i test out a new fc on a private account!

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had a dream i changed josiah's fc and now i am actually considering that change as well as a few others to fit said change. stay tuned.

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lyricsrise     /     soul :

        Being in the car elevated the moment.  Delaney took time between kisses and touches to appreciate the fact that they were even attempting to make love in such a public setting.  When they first met Josiah was tightly coiled in a shell.  There were aspects of the teacher that demanded attention, comfort, and reassurance.  Not only did Delaney give those willingly but he gave them happily.  He did everything he could think of to make sure his heart was on his sleeve and that his thoughts weren’t hidden.  Which also went both ways.  The few times he’d been upset in the teacher’s presence were also explained with as much of a clear head as he could manage.  Only fair.  With the good came the bad.  DJ learned it was the only way to maintain healthy communication. A fact he silently thanked his sisters for every day.

          With each passing moment Josiah climbed out of this shell to show the world what a beautiful soul was hidden behind those high walls.  “ I missed you, “ he whispers with his lips still touching Josiah’s skin.  Gasps choke out when fingers find his length.  “ I missed you. “  Leaning forward, his forehead pressed against the other’s cheek for a second of respite before seeking the kiss yet again.  Hips roll into the touch.  Any noises he hears from beyond the vehicle easily blend in with the pants, moans, and the various metal scraping sounds coming from the seat.  Josiah became his sole focus and the musician concentrated on all the cues he’d learned along their journey.

     Reluctantly, Delaney removes his hands from his lover’s body so that he can push himself up by using the door and the center console.  His head bounces lightly off the ceiling and the shock has him throwing his head back to laugh.  At least there was a light padding to protect him.  At the same time, Josiah moves beneath him  to push his pants down.  His muscles are burning by the time he lowers himself back down onto the teacher’s lap.  Foreheads press together.  A contented sigh escaped his lips.  What started as a playful tease was turning into something intensely emotional.  Blue eyes stare directly into his soul and while Delaney usually left his on display for Josiah to consume this was something else entirely.  “ I’ll never get enough of you.  Fuck. “

          With a lick of his lips the guitarist is shifting again.  This time so his hips could find their way toward his lover’s length.  Delaney sets his fingers on top of the hand Josiah has on his hip.  His gaze remains focused on those beautiful blue eyes even when he gasps at the pressure pushing into him, stretching him full.  Inch by blissful inch the witch lowers.  His grip tightens until his hand can move from the center console onto Josiah’s shoulder.

          𝐓𝐇𝐄𝐑𝐄 𝐈𝐒 𝐀 𝐋𝐀𝐔𝐆𝐇 𝐓𝐇𝐀𝐓 𝐁𝐔𝐁𝐁𝐋𝐄𝐒 𝐅𝐑𝐎𝐌 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐓𝐄𝐀𝐂𝐇𝐄𝐑'𝐒   lungs when he realizes that in their efforts to make this work in the car,  delaney found his head colliding with the ceiling.     ❛   i'm so sorry.   ❜     but the apology is still filled with  AMUSEMENT,  because it hadn't taken long for the two of them to get comfortable enough with each other that minor moments like that only worked to remind them that even the imperfections within their relationship were absolutely perfect.  josiah remembers one time in particular where a shift in position had left both of them  toppling off  the edge of the mattress,  and the memory brings another little snicker out of him.  they'd recovered so easily,  laughing it off but not bothering to climb their way back into bed until they'd both finished and had time to cuddle up in the blankets they'd dragged along with them. right there on the floor.  and josiah would have stayed there forever if he could.

          but just like it always did,  the mood shifts right back into gear as delaney is lowering himself back into josiah's lap    —    and the teacher's hands immediately come up to help ease him back down.  it only takes one more second before josiah can feel the intense emotions  FLOODING  his system again.  with their foreheads pressed together,  eyes focused on nothing but each other.  the fingers that were gripping delaney's hip shift enough so that he can attempt to lace them through the other male's,  and when he feel the musician beginning to sink down on his length,  the fingertips pressed into delaney's hair attempt to bring them closer together.

          not once did he break eye contact.  gasps and moans work their way out of his mouth the lower that delaney gets,  but he can't and  WON'T  break that gaze.  not until the other is sitting entirely in his lap.  the warmth that's squeezing around the teacher's arousal is heaven,  and finally josiah tilts his head and sits up far enough to once again restore the contact between their lips.  the kiss is  DEEP.  more passionate than ever as his hips roll up into the other male.  broken up with whimpers of pleasure and needy moans as he shifts his upper body to lean even further into delaney.  though,  pressing him back against the steering wheel only led to a loud  BEEP  coming from the car that has josiah jumping out of his skin for a split moment before lips are pulling into a smile against the other pair.     ❛   we are really working this whole  inconspicuous  thing,  aren't we?   ❜     a little more laughter and josiah is moving again,  reaching down between the seat and the door all over again to finally just lay the seat back a little bit.

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lyricsrise     /     soul :

           “ Hey, Jamie, “ Delaney flagged down a young woman who was passing the table on the way to the kitchen.  Her smile was bright and radiant when she turned around, ready to listen to whatever the guitarist had to say.  “ Can you bring out that bottle of wine now? “  A wink is added in gratitude.  But, as soon as she’s gone it’s back to being a nervous mess.  He wanted for this moment to be utterly perfect, which had him wondering what kind of wreck he’d be if they ever made it to the marriage stage.

          “ Next tuesday. “  An awkward nod.  Thinking about leaving left him more anxious than it normally did.  Usually Delaney was nothing short of stoked to get back on the road.  Like whenever he stayed still for too long it felt like the walls were closing in on him.  Since Josiah came into his life that all changed.  Weird how a few months could change your outlook entirely.  Quiet nights at home were no longer seen as a waste of time.  He enjoyed them.  In fact, he looked forward to them.  “ Would you believe I’ve never made a list to pack with before?  Mentally I check off my music gear but that’s about it. “  

          A smile curls at one corner of Delaney’s lip. Heat rushes to his cheeks and to distract himself from it he brings a hand up to tuck a loose strand of hair behind his ear.  “ You do, too.  I mean you always look amazing but right now you look…like something out of my dreams.  Damn. “  How did he manage to get so lucky?  Sometimes he looked at Josiah and wondered if the fates threw them together.  The way they fit together was like they were made from the same cloth.

         “ You know what?  I can’t. “  Delaney finds himself pushing his chair back and standing up.  Jamie’s back with the bottle of chilled wine but the musician waves her away before she can ask if they need anything else.  Normally he wouldn’t but nerves have him choking.  “ I was trying to think of the right way to say this and I just… “  All the practice in the world wasn’t going to satisfy Delaney.  He needed to just get everything out there.  Shaking his head, the musician slides his hand into his pocket so he can fish out the set of keys.  He sits back down.  Lips part several times like he’s a fish out of water.  Eventually, all he does is open his palm.

          𝐍𝐄𝐗𝐓 𝐓𝐔𝐄𝐒𝐃𝐀𝐘.   two words that instantly work to against the teacher,  bringing a sense of disappointment straight into his gut.  though,  he puts on a smile for delaney anyway,  nodding his head and folding his hands together to at least  APPEAR  to be somewhat excited for him.  and while he is on some level,  the dread of having to let the other go after they'd managed to get so  CLOSE  weighs heavy on him.  enough that suddenly it's a lot easier for him to focus his attention on just about anything else.  his napkin,  the salt shaker,  even the edge of the table they currently sat at.  and it isn't until delaney speaks again that he can finally bring his gaze back up to the male across from him.

          he notices the way color shifts in delaney's face,  but it isn't much longer until he can feel his own doing the same.  on one hand,  it's good to know that the extra time spent on himself that ended up making him  LATE  to this date paid off,  but of course the musician had to add in the fact that he thought the teacher  always  looked amazing.  the heat formed in his cheeks,  and he was  SURE  they were a bright shade of red in a matter of seconds.  so much so that as he flashes his teeth in a smile,  he's forced to look back down at the table.

          but of course that wouldn't last long.  before he knows it,  delaney is suddenly jumping up from his seat,  speaking the words  i can't  and josiah feels the way his stomach begins to sink to the floor.  this is it.  this is the moment he's been dreading ever since their first date,  and with the tour coming up the teacher can't even find himself the least bit  SURPRISED.  delaney had so much more to worry about than some fourth grade teacher while he was out doing his thing    —    trying to live his life.  the blush that had been present in his cheeks just seconds before  DRAINS  out almost instantly,  and as wide eyes stare up at the other,  josiah can feel his heart beating hard enough that he's sure it's about to burst right through his throat.

          ❛   if you're going to say what i think you're going to say,  i don't think there's   ...   a  RIGHT  way to say it.  and maybe i should just   —   ❜     but no matter how much josiah wants to just get up and save himself from hearing the words,  he finds himself frozen in the spot.  breath is held firmly in his lungs to keep himself from allowing tears to spill in the other's presence.  that needed to be saved for when he was behind closed doors.  alone.  not in public,  and definitely not in front of the man he was  CERTAIN  was about to end things.  delaney's hand is extended to him,  and while josiah thinks that it's the other's way of trying to approach this  GENTLY,  it takes one shift of his gaze to realize that there's something shiny sitting in the palm of delaney's hand.     ❛   wh —   ❜     a key?     ❛   i don't   ...   understand.   ❜

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this website is literally anti-josiah and it can fight me any time, i’m ready. 

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lyricsrise     /     soul :

           “ Triple. Dog. Dare, “ Delaney finds himself with wide, surprised eyes.  Almost as if he was feigning offense.  He found it hard to believe that Josiah could get even more adorable but here they were with the teacher surpassing all expectations.  “ Now I really need to do something because I feel like you’re attacking my honor. “  A playful tease emphasized with a laugh.  There’s a fraction of time when all Delaney can do is stare.  Everything comes to a stop around him and it’s like the angels turned on a light right above his partner.  He was a romantic, that wasn’t a secret.  What he didn’t really advertise was the belief in love at first sight.  Well, second in this particular instance.  Electricity shot up his arm when their fingers touched that first time and it only felt like the charge had been building ever since.

             “ I’m going to peel every last thread of fabric off that fantastic body, “ he whispers into the small space between them.  Rather than trying, though, Delaney’s fingers slide under all the layers to find the first but of Josiah’s skin.  Nails slowly drag along the other man’s sides in an upward motion.  “ Maybe we should push the movie back until tomorrow.  If you put up a fight about this hoodie it might take a long, long time to do what you want. “  He returns the kiss a little more aggressively.  Teeth softly nip at the teacher’s bottom lip while his hands and nails continue to explore every inch of skin he can reach.  “ Think I’ll have more luck getting these pants off? “  Delaney’s fingers tug on the waistband of Josiah’s pants.

            As he looks at the expression on his lover’s face, Delaney stops fidgeting with the button that separates him from his prize.  “ You are home, “ he says softly.  “ And you’re the reason I come back.  Don’t ever forget it. “  The statement tempers his movements.  They go from frantic and needy to slow and exploratory.  Staying in would be about reminding Josiah how loved he was and that no matter how much of the world was between them Delaney would always find his way back.

          𝐀𝐓 𝐅𝐈𝐑𝐒𝐓 𝐉𝐎𝐒𝐈𝐀𝐇 𝐈𝐒 𝐄𝐍𝐓𝐈𝐑𝐄𝐋𝐘 𝐇𝐎𝐍𝐄𝐃 𝐈𝐍 𝐎𝐍 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐏𝐇𝐘𝐒𝐈𝐂𝐀𝐋   aspect of this particular interaction    —    doing everything he can to just  push out  the reminder that separation was coming.  that it was right around the corner by letting himself get lost in delaney.  but he can't help it when the mention of making sure the musician comes home  SLIPS  from his lips and all too quickly he can feel himself starting to settle back into the mindset that delaney was  leaving.  it's bittersweet.  sweet because josiah knows how much the other  LOVES  his job.  loves his music and the band and his fans.  bitter because    —    well,  that was pretty obvious.  josiah really hated that he couldn't at least go with him.  but he did his best not to vocalize that too much.  at the risk of sounding too  CLINGY.  

          luckily for him,  delaney wasn't like jason.  or anyone else for that matter.  most of the people he encountered in his life would end up  FRUSTRATED  with little remarks such as that because they  knew  how he was.  what was truly odd to him was that the musician did too.  on more than one occasion,  the teacher had seen his own walls crumbling down and ended up professing every little detail about how much he  MISSED  the other.  delaney had witnessed it all and never at any point did he tell josiah to suck it up.  not once did he scowl or roll his eyes   ( as far as he knew ).  but even now as the other speaks reassurances to him,  josiah finds it surprising.  and very,  very  comforting.

          ❛   and if,  for any reason,  you ever don't come back   ...   don't be fooled to think that i won't  scour the earth  to find you.   ❜     the promise rings true,  though it is said as a means to  LIGHTEN  the mood.  still the teacher finds himself tightening arms around his partner,  holding him a little closer as if he were ready to walk out that door right this second.     ❛   but about the pants   ...   ❜     in an attempt to shift the subject back to where it had been minutes before,  josiah lowers himself just enough to wrap his arms under delaney's thighs,  lifting him up into the air so that he could carry the other male back into the bedroom he'd just emerged from.  and in a matter of seconds,  the teacher is dropping both of them against the bed,  a smile finally curled back on his lips as he gazes down at delaney.     ❛   you know,  every time i look at you   ...   everything else just fades away.  you're everything to me.  you know that,  right?   ❜

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lyricsrise     /     soul :

           Of the two of them Josiah definitely had more self control.  He was the more thoughtful one.  The planner.  Delaney, on the other hand, liked to put one foot in front of the other and deal with the consequences later.  That’s why he fully expected to be told to wait.  Part of his mind was already mentally preparing itself to reel it back in until they could get somewhere more private but that also didn’t mean he was going to stop.  Not just yet.  Not with the other responding in ways the musician hadn’t been expecting.  His smile stretches.  Each roll of hips is greeted with gentle pressure from Delaney’s palm and the fire spreads along his abdomen.  Nerves tingle between his legs until his toes start to curl inside his Doc Martens.

           “ That’s it, baby, “ Delaney leans in again to pepper more kisses along Josiah’s neck.  Several nips are laid in a line against the scruff of the other man’s jaw.  “ I want to make you feel good. “  Which is exactly why he tried to take it slow whenever possible.  Even after the time they’d already spent together there were new things to learn.  New buttons to push.  New spots to tease.  The musician wanted to get to a point where he knew Josiah’s body better than even the teacher did.  Seeing the way his face contorts when he’s being pleasured is one of the most beautiful things Delaney ever bore witness to and he honestly couldn’t get enough.

          “ A few legal fees would be worth feeling you right now. “   To his surprise the driver’s seat is slid back.  Since the car had been off long enough the lights flickered off and Josiah was right, darkness settled around them.  Without needing to be told twice the guitarist slips off his boots.  His jeans follow.  Since he hadn’t been wearing anything else there wasn’t another layer to worry about.  He swings himself over the center console and sits himself in Josiah’s lap.  As promised.  “ I need you, too. “  Lips crash together.  One hand slides between their bodies to continue the tease.  Each kiss fuels the fire coiling in his gut but time slows.  Nimble fingers start getting impatient and struggle with the button of his lover’s pants.  This was more than just the need for satisfaction.  It was a need for connection; to become one in the stillness of the car.  “ Please. “  

          𝐖𝐈𝐓𝐇 𝐄𝐕𝐄𝐑𝐘 𝐀𝐃𝐃𝐈𝐓𝐈𝐎𝐍𝐀𝐋 𝐓𝐎𝐔𝐂𝐇 𝐆𝐈𝐕𝐄𝐍 𝐁𝐘 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐌𝐔𝐒𝐈𝐂𝐈𝐀𝐍,   josiah can feel himself getting more and more  worked up.  breaths shift into small pants    —    NEEDY  ones as his own fingers come to grip and tug at delaney in any possible way he could.  and in a way that he'd only ever shown for this man.  he'd always tried to suppress any signs of neediness.  be it casual day-to-day type,  or in the bedroom.   ...   or  CAR,  in this particular situation.  but not with delaney.  if only because this had been the only man in the world to  EVER  make him feel just as needed and wanted as he felt about the other.  and maybe that's why he was becoming more prone to moments like this.  where he could comfortably throw inhibitions  to the wind  and just let himself exist in a moment.  embrace everything it could offer.  delaney was already  PULLING  that out of him.  and the more he felt it,  the more he craved it.  and the more he craved delaney.

          josiah's lips pull into a smile and there's a breathy chuckle that follow's the other's declaration that any legal fees would be  WORTH  it.  and that only pushes the teacher  further.  and as soon as delaney is in his lap,  hands are coming to  SOOTHE  their way up his thighs    —    one continues it's way up his shirt,  gripping his side while the other  DIVERTS  off track and his grip comes to wrap gently around the musician's length.  his lips move against the other set,  pouring every ounce of  PASSION  that he had between their mouths all the way up until he can feel the way the button on his jeans is being unhooked.  the kiss is broken at that point    —    but for a purpose that was  well worth  the sudden loss of contact.

          ❛  lift up   ...   ❜     the words are whispered before his own hips come to rise,  and hands abandon their previous positions in favor of making sure his pants were quickly undone and pushed down to his knees.  then he was sitting back against the seat,  hands dragging delaney back along with him.     ❛  c'mere.  ❜     he kept one hand on his arousal,  stroking it slowly while the other hand hooked itself around the back of delaney's head.  fingers push underneath the bun,  threading through the strands quickly so he could pull their foreheads together.  he wanted their gazes locked on each other.  wanted to be looking into delaney's eyes,  peering into his  SOUL  while the two of them made love.  it didn't matter that they were technically in public.  i didn't matter if anyone else was around because all that existed right now was  THEM.  and suddenly josiah works to guide delaney's hips,  carefully  encouraging  him towards his length.

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lyricsrise     /     soul :

          “ You say that like it’s a bad thing, “ Delaney leans over the center console to lightly nip at Josiah’s ear.  Several kisses are placed along the neck.  If he had a better angle he would’ve continued down the line to worship the beautiful line of the teacher’s shoulder.  At the same time, hands changed positions.  One was swapped for the other to make it easier with the new angle.  “ You’re great at multitasking and I haven’t seen you in several whole hours.  Long, lonely, hours… “  He uses his palm to gently apply pressure to Josiah’s groin in order to emphasize that fact.

           When the car shuts off the guitarist doesn’t let up.  That rabid kiss at the stoplight sparked a hunger that was demanding satisfaction.  Love for the man in the driver’s seat is a counterbalance, reminding Delaney to wait until they can be in the seclusion of his home  where they could do whatever for as long as they wanted.  Still, the tease is fun.  “ Are we on a time crunch?  Or can this surprise wait fifteen minutes? “  Not nearly enough time to remind Josiah how loved he was.  But, they were also in a very public parking spot on a very public street.

            Delaney had the self control to wait and he most certainly would if that’s what the teacher wanted to do.  Seeing how much the teacher could squirm was always very satisfying, though.  He liked to see Josiah loosen up and set those inhibitions to the wind.  Far too often it looked like the other had a weight on his shoulders.  Like Atlas.  As much as he wanted to help with whatever that was he also didn’t want to pry where he wasn’t welcome.  So, he was patiently waiting for Josiah to open that line of communication.  In the meantime, Delaney could do whatever he could think of to remind the other that he wasn’t alone and that he was not only desired but very, very loved.  One day those words would even pass Delaney’s lips.  “ Because I was very serious about crawling into your lap. “

          𝐓𝐇𝐈𝐍𝐆𝐒 𝐁𝐄𝐓𝐖𝐄𝐄𝐍 𝐉𝐎𝐒𝐈𝐀𝐇 𝐀𝐍𝐃 𝐃𝐄𝐋𝐀𝐍𝐄𝐘 𝐇𝐀𝐃 𝐒𝐄𝐓 𝐎𝐅𝐅 𝐐𝐔𝐈𝐂𝐊𝐋𝐘   and passionately.  they wasted no time in getting to know each other in  every way  imaginable.  learning each other's minds,  their hobbies,  things they shared in common and areas they differed in.  but they also took extra care to learn  ALL ABOUT  each other's bodies.  so it's no surprise when every little thing that delaney did works to  provoke  the desire inside of the teacher.  he knew which buttons to push,  and the nip at his ear    —    the kissing along his neck    —    it's all building up that heat even further.  but the moment the hand comes to move against his growing arousal has the teacher inhaling a  shaky  breath.  good thing he actually  IS  decent at multitasking,  because that particular moment could have ended with him rear ending another car in the middle of trying to park if he wasn't. 

          a hand comes up,  curling around the bicep of the arm that's currently placed so  TEASINGLY  in his lap.  and really,  he probably could have resisted his urges.  josiah probably could have told delaney to hold out just a little bit longer.  it would be a quick trip.  walk here,  look at this,  okay we can go now.  but the thing is,  delaney is doing  EVERYTHING  in a way that only works to make the teacher crave him.  to make the teacher just as impatient.  and even a little  needy.  the sound of his voice,  the way he's looking at him   …   it all has josiah's hips  ROLLING  up into his touch    —    causing his breath to once again get caught in his lungs before the hand on the other's arm is working to pull delaney  OVER  the center console.

          ❛  you're lucky it's dark enough that we  MIGHT  get away with this.  but if we get arrested for public indecency,   YOU'RE  paying my legal fees.  ❜     a joke.  one that's followed up with a small chuckle as josiah's free hand slips between the seat and the door,  sliding himself back so that delaney would have enough room to fit comfortably on his lap.  but he doesn't wait for the other to get settled before josiah's lips are back against his.  kissing in a way that  BREATHES  desperation for him and him alone.     ❛  i need you.  ❜

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lyricsrise     /     soul :

            There was still a few days before Delaney had to meet the rest of the band for their newest tour but he liked to slow roll his packing since there was a lot to take into consideration.  They’d do laundry along the way so it wasn’t like he had to shoved everything he needed into several suitcases.  But, it was a long time since he’d be seeing his home again.  Delaney liked to take his time just to make sure nothing was missed.  Since Josiah entered his life it was also a way to not overwhelm the other.  The idea of leaving for long periods of time was introduced slowly.  He didn’t know if it helped but he hoped it did.

            “ Thank you.  I get enough shit for all the space my hair products take up.  Even though there’s a tease in Delaney’s tone there’s also a bit of truth to it.  He learned from his sisters that it was very important to take good care of his long hair so every time he went out on the road there was always a significant amount of his allotted space dedicated to hair products.  Clothes could be washed anyhow and anywhere ( as far as he was concerned ) but he couldn’t just use plain hotel shampoo for those silky soft tresses.

            Tucking a flyaway strand behind his ear, the guitarist finally emerges from the bedroom in a black Bon Jovi shirt, dark jeans, and his hair loosely tied back into a bun.  He stopped in the doorway at the sight of Josiah in one of his many hoodies.  Truth be told, he’d started making a habit of bringing as many back as he could from tour just so the other had more options.  If he wanted.  The taller man was radiant despite the sad aura starting to settle on those athletically fragile shoulders.  “ Peel it off you?  That sounds like a dare. “  There’d always be a later movie.  Smirking, Delaney starts stalking forward.  “ I’d like to see you stop me. “

          𝐈𝐓'𝐒 𝐀𝐋𝐖𝐀𝐘𝐒 𝐒𝐀𝐈𝐃 𝐓𝐇𝐀𝐓 𝐄𝐕𝐄𝐑𝐘𝐎𝐍𝐄 𝐇𝐀𝐒 𝐓𝐇𝐀𝐓 𝐎𝐍𝐄 𝐌𝐎𝐌𝐄𝐍𝐓   where they know for a  fact  that they're in love with someone.  for josiah,  he relives that moment every single time delaney comes into his view.  even when it's only been a few minutes since he's seen to the other,  and when the only thing separating them is one room.  so when delaney stepped through that doorway,  josiah can  PHYSICALLY  feel the impact it has on him.  it makes him smile,  it forced him to draw in a deep breath,  and instantly he can feel himself starting to melt.  and had it not been for delaney coming to him,  it would have only taken another second or two before the teacher would have been moving towards him.

          ❛  is that what it sounded like?  cause it was more of a   ...   oh,  what do the kids call it?  a  TRIPLE DOG  dare.  that's it.  ❜     working with eight and nine year olds 5 days a week left josiah using their silly little lingo more often than he probably  SHOULD,  but it's  embedded  in his brain at this point.  sometimes he felt like they were more influential over him than he was for them.     ❛  and i'd like to see you try it.  no,  really.  i  DESPERATELY  want to see you peel this sweatshirt off me.  maybe the rest of my clothes too.  ❜     a smirk travels across his lips as well and josiah's arms come to wrap around delaney's neck,  body instantly pushing against his.

          ❛  at the very least i need to give you something to remember me by while you're out  TRAVELING  the world and taking it over and rocking people's faces off   ...   make sure you have a reason to come home to me.  ❜     he leans in,  pressing a very light and  soft  kiss against delaney's lips that only holds on for a few seconds before his hands are shifting to stroke through the roots of the other's hair.     ❛  that is,  as long as you don't mind pushing the movie back a few hours.  i know how much you've been wanting to see this one.  ❜

[shapingminds-blog]

lyricsrise     /     soul :

         Several more attempts were made to practice his key-giving speech but the entire problem was Delaney never thought much about anything before he jumped in.  He liked to go where life took him.  When it took him to get an extra key made for his house he didn’t think twice.  Seeing the keychain in a bookstore was also a spontaneous decision.  The pieces all fall into place and Delaney went with the flow.  Now that he was actually in the restaurant, however, the anxiety was starting to get to him.  Doubt, rare as it was, bubbled in the pit of his gut.  He’d never been in a serious relationship before let alone asked someone to move in with him.

          His heart practically jumped out of his chest when the ‘ hey! ‘ hit his ears.  Fingers tighten against the keys pressed to his palm.  Despite all his nerves the sight of the other man has his shoulders relaxing ever so slightly.  “ God, you look good, “ he says without a second thought.  “ No. “  Long strands tickle at his neck when he shakes his head.  One of the reasons he’d chosen this particular Italian restaurant was because one of his sister’s friends was the manager and they made sure no one bothered him when he was in.  Tucked away in one of the back corners they were left to their own devices.  A small bubble of several tables separated them from everyone else.

          That didn’t stop him from awkwardly returning the kiss.  At any other moment he would’ve given back in earnest but the damn speeches were still going through his head.  Making the question perfect was important to him.  Hands go to his hips then his arms cross over his chest.  Several seconds later Delaney slips the keys into his front pocket and sits down in the chair he’d been standing next to.  “ What?  Stressed? “  A hand waves off the idea.  “ Pfft.  I…no.  Our dumbass drummer called a few times about the tour bus but that’s it.  Thinking about all the shit I have to pack.  Nothing out of the ordinary.  How are you?  Want something to drink? “

          𝐉𝐎𝐒𝐈𝐀𝐇 𝐖𝐀𝐒𝐍'𝐓 𝐄𝐗𝐀𝐂𝐓𝐋𝐘 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐁𝐄𝐒𝐓 𝐀𝐓 𝐑𝐄𝐀𝐃𝐈𝐍𝐆 𝐏𝐄𝐎𝐏𝐋𝐄.   never had been,  for the most part,  but there were  always  some signs that he could pick up.  mostly the ones that all but lit up in his face like a neon sign saying  SOMETHING'S OFF HERE.  and the way that delaney was acting right now felt  very much  exactly like that.  from the way the kiss was returned in an awkward manner all the way until the other male was throwing out the  pfft  and almost stuttering over his words after he was questioned about whether or not everything was alright.  it all seemed very   ...   DIFFERENT  to josiah.  and not so much in a good way.  and although everything inside of him wants to ask again    —    wants to  MAKE SURE  that there's nothing on his mind that josiah  needs  to know about,  he knows he can't push it.  he has to take the other's word for it.

          the teacher puts a smile on his face and moves to slip into his own chair,  hand coming up to loosen his tie just a little bit before his hand is sliding its way down the length of the fabric.     ❛  when do you leave again?  you know if you need any help getting things together   ...   or making a list of things you need so you don't forget anything,  i'm willing to help.  ❜     shoulders shrug,  and while the last thing he really wants to think about is delaney leaving,  he'll take any excuse to spend a little more time with him before he's gone.  

          ❛  i think i'll just have some water.  i'd say tea,  but drowning myself in more caffeine is probably the  WORST  idea considering how much coffee i've had today.  i'm surprised i'm not vibrating and bouncing off the walls right now,  honestly.  ❜     there's a small laugh and josiah is leaning his forearms against the table,  body angling closer in the guitarist's direction.     ❛  you look amazing,  by the way.  impending packing and tour stress looks good on you.  as does that outfit.  ❜     flirty.  josiah hadn't been able to  HELP  it when it came to the other male.  from the moment they sat down together in that coffee shop,  letting themselves fall into such natural and comfortable conversation,  the teacher had found himself  drawn  to delaney.  and whether or not he tried,  a flirty remark or two was always made.

[wolfisheart]

                                       𝐢𝐧𝐝𝐢𝐞 𝐟𝐚𝐧𝐝𝐨𝐦𝐥𝐞𝐬𝐬 𝐰𝐞𝐫𝐞𝐰𝐨𝐥𝐟

[littlemusings]

[photo credit]

[lyricsrise-blog]

@shapingminds

[shapingminds-blog]

lyricsrise     /     delaney :

          More often than not it felt like Josiah was too good for him.  The man in the driver’s seat was wholesome.  So wholesome, in fact, that he taught a bunch of fourth graders.  As much as Delaney poked at the profession he had an immense amount of respect for it as well as the man who chose to dedicate his life to teaching others.  Didn’t mean he couldn’t crack a joke every now and then.  Life was too short to be serious about everything.

            Eyes widen when the car is thrown in park.  Whatever question the guitarist might’ve had was promptly sealed with a kiss.  Literally.  It’s over far too quickly for his liking.  He can’t grab Josiah’s neck or even fondle anything before the teacher’s belt is clicking back into place.  Short as it was, Delaney’s heart felt like it was going to burst.  Heat seeped into his bloodstream and kicked everything into overdrive.  With just that little taste he already knew he wanted more.  He wanted to get Josiah naked and worship a body that had clearly been through far too much.  

           Clearing his throat, his left hand moves to rest on Josiah’s thigh.  It slid up, up, and up until it met the apex of the teacher’s thighs.  There, Delaney started massaging in slow circles.  “ If this surprise doesn’t involve a bed I’m gonna have to get creative, “ he purred with his eyes closed.  A gentle squeeze emphasizes what Josiah started, knowingly or not.  Teeth bite down on his own lip.  Delaney let’s his head roll to the side so he can get a good look at the older man.  “ So gentle, “ he says without realizing it.  “ Okay fine.  It’s a surprise.    Since I can’t use that as an excuse to distract myself from crawling in your lap and riding you how about we talk about how you’ve been?  How are the kids? “

          𝐍𝐄𝐕𝐄𝐑 𝐖𝐎𝐔𝐋𝐃 𝐇𝐄 𝐄𝐕𝐄𝐑 𝐑𝐄𝐆𝐑𝐄𝐓 𝐊𝐈𝐒𝐒𝐈𝐍𝐆   the male that was sitting in the car next to him.  under no circumstances because every time their lips met    —    no matter how short-lived it may be    —    josiah could  FEEL  the way it was like their beings morphed into one.  like it was tethering them further and further together,  and the more it happened,  the more josiah  WANTED  it.  however,  kissing delaney with that level of enthusiasm while josiah still had a car to operate  may not have been the best of ideas.  if only for the simple fact that he'd apparently sparked something inside of the musician.  something that could prove dangerous if josiah wasn't able to keep his mind on track.

          and that hand that was inching its way up his thigh was making that  VERY  difficult.  it didn't help that the next couple of sentences that came out of delaney's mouth only served to create a  HEAT  in his groin that had the teacher not only shifting in his seat,  but almost forgetting that he needed to  watch the road  rather than watch the male sitting next to him.     ❛  you keep talking like that and i'm going to completely  FORGET  where i'm taking you   ...   ❜     he takes a moment to pinch his eyebrows together,  thinking to himself quietly before he pulls in a quick breath and nods a couple times.   he almost forgot.

          ❛  the kids are great.  i was great,  but now i'm  turned on.  not the  MOST  ideal thing to be when one's driving,  thank you  SO  much.  ❜     he steals a quick glance in the other's direction,  smiling  at him to let him know there was no real heat or disappointment behind his words.     ❛  and you can tell me how you are while we're walking becaaaause   ...   ❜     he pulls the car to the side of the road and shifts it into park all over again,  this time actually shutting the car off as well.     ❛  we're almost there.  come on.  ❜

[shapingminds-blog]

lyricsrise     /     delaney:

♪♪  - @shapingminds ♪♪  - semi plotted starter

       The past eight months had been a whirlwind, to be utterly cliche about the experience.  A chance encounter brought someone special into Delaney’s life just like all those romance novels one of his sisters loved to read.  Josiah had been a teacher in a school he was visiting.  Pretty ordinary run in but memorable for the lack of reaction.  A lot of people fawned when they found out who he was.

         Fate threw them together yet again days later.  Delaney had tucked himself into the corner of a coffee shop so he could work on some art for his personal website.  Little did he realize that he’d that his small notebook full of lyric inspiration had slipped out of his messenger bag.  Again, Josiah approached him with a calm he didn’t come across much anymore.  It was refreshing.  It also allowed Delaney to fall into a comfortable conversation with the other.  Then a date, followed by another date, and another.  Bringing him to this very moment in time.

           Delaney’s nerves had the fingers of one hand tapping against a thigh.  Held tightly in his other hand was a keychain decorated with a metal book, a heart shaped key and, of course, a genuine key to his front door.  Now that he was thinking about it he had no idea why he invited Josiah to dinner to give him the damn thing.  It wasn’t like he was proposing marriage.  Just giving a key.  No big deal.  The tour would keep him on the road for over six months domestically.  Overseas was another matter entirely.

            “ Here, have my ke- no. “  Delaney shook his head.  The practice offer sounded table.  Clearing his throat he tried to lower his voice several octaves.  “ This is for the front door.  Use it whenever you’d like. “  He groaned before dramatically pressing his back against the wall of the restaurant where he was waiting for his partner to appear.  “ Just be cool, DJ.  Just be cool. “

          𝐉𝐎𝐒𝐈𝐀𝐇 𝐖𝐀𝐒 𝐍𝐄𝐕𝐄𝐑 𝐋𝐀𝐓𝐄 𝐓𝐎 𝐀𝐍𝐘𝐓𝐇𝐈𝐍𝐆.   in fact,  he was so punctual that being  on time  was considered being late.  tonight he was  LATE.  late enough that when he finally managed to park his car,  the teacher was practically  SPRINTING  his way towards the restaurant where he was supposed to meet delaney.  though,  before he stepped through the doors josiah did take a moment to pause.  all that running had  MESSED  his hair up,  and took a few extra seconds to put the loose strands back where they were supposed to be,  and  SMOOTHED  the front of his shirt back out.

          all that extra time it took to get ready and here he was messing it up all over again.  perfect.

          fingers push through his hair one last time before he's finally stepping inside,  gaze scanning the area before a smile  SPREADS  across his lips the moment that he sees delaney leaning up against a wall.  this was going to be one of the last dates they had before the other went on tour.  he'd wanted it to be  PERFECT    —   hence his unusual tardiness.  but he wouldn't let that ruin the evening.  the rest of it would be perfect.  he was  SURE  of it.  could feel it in his gut because every moment he spent with the other male so far had been  exactly  that.  no less than perfect.

          ❛  hey!  i am   ...   SO  sorry i'm late.  you haven't been waiting here long,  have you?  ❜     as soon as he gets close enough,  josiah is reaching a hand out to hook on the guitarist's waist and pressing a soft  KISS  to the corners of his lips.     ❛  everything okay?  you look a little    —    i don't know.  shaken?  stressed?  ❜     josiah's eyebrows pull up,  a soft look of concern settling over his features.  fearful thoughts that his late arrival began to settle in his stomach,  but that was nothing compared to the sudden  HORRIBLE  thought that this dinner was a set up to the ending of their relationship.  he hadn't toured yet since the two of them had started seeing each other.  maybe delaney was against long distance relationships.  or maybe he was just  TIRED  of josiah.  not like it'd be the first time someone was.

[inanotherunivrse]

in another universe I’m easier to love

[shapingminds-blog]

❝ Have you seen my hoodie? ❞                               ❝ Nooo. ❞                                        ❝ You’re wearing it, aren’t you? ❞

@lyricsrise     —     SENTENCE STARTERS     —     accepting !

          ❛  ...  𝐧𝐨𝐨𝐨𝐨𝐨𝐨𝐨𝐨.  ❜     the word was drawn out even longer the second time around as josiah worked to cross his arms across his chest and rotate his body in a way that delaney wouldn’t be able to see it  head on  once he came out of the room.  he had a habit of stealing the other’s clothes.  a habit he’d picked up  VERY  early on in their relationship.  who could blame him,  though?  not only did delaney seem to have the most unnaturally  comfortable  hoodies in his collection,  but stealing the clothing meant that when the other male left for tour,  there was always  SOMETHING  left behind for him to embrace.  it helped a lot.  the insane amount of attachment that the teacher had come to feel for the guitarist was   ...   well it was heartbreaking when the other left.  those times had become some of the loneliest and  MISERABLE  times in recent memory.  so if it took thinning out delaney’s closet a little bit to help him get any sort of  REAL  sleep while he was gone?  well,  so be it. 

          ❛  look at it this way,  that’s one less thing you have to shove in your suitcases.  i just saved you some space.  and weight.  you’re welcome.  ❜     a smile pulls across josiah’s lips as he finally turns back around to face the other    —    arms unwrap from his chest,  extending out to the side as he takes a moment to look down at the hoodie that he was supporting.     ❛  as the kids in my class would say :  finders keepers,  losers weepers.  it’s mine now,  you  CAN’T  have it back.  ❜     he finally looks up at the guitarist,  eyebrows lifting almost in defiance as he lets his arms slap against his side.     ❛  you’ll have to peel it off me.  and i just don’t see that happening.  ❜

[honeyboychangbin]

Sentence Starters

“I’ve never seen one of these completely to my taste so i decided to make my own!

ANGST

“I can’t do anything right.”

“Please don’t cry.”

“Why are you awake right now?”

“Why are you lying to me?”

“Wake up! Please wake up.”

“Forget it, you’re a fucking asshole.”

“Don’t you ever do that again!”

“Is that blood?” “…..No?”

“Please don’t lie to me again, I can’t take it.”

“Do you even still love me?”

“Nobody’s seen you in days.”

“Why are you awake?”

“I’m worried about you.”

“Can you shut up for once in your life?”

“Holding everything in doesn’t help, you know.”

“Are you hurt?” “No.” “Then why are there bruises all over your face?”

“If you don’t hug me right now I think I might fall apart.”

“Leave! Me! Alone!”

FLUFF

“Go with me?” “As long as you hold my hand.”

“Is there a reason you’re blushing like that?” 

“Have you seen my hoodie?” “Nooo.” “You’re wearing it, aren’t you?”

“Have you always been this beautiful?”

“OH you’re jealous!”

“Can we stay like this forever?”

“Please just kiss me already.”

“I think you might be my soulmate.”

“Sleep over? Please?”

“Are we on a date right now?”

“I think I’m in love with you.”

“He’s so pretty I think I’m gonna faint.”

“Are you flirting with me?” “You finally noticed?”

“Am I your lockscreen?” “You weren’t supposed to see that.”

“I missed you so much.”

“Do you think the moon is jealous of how pretty you are?”

“I’m here for you.”

“I wish we could live together already.”

MISC

“All I do is drink coffee and say bad words.”

“Quit touching me, your feet are cold!”

“I think I just ripped my pants.”

“Sharing is caring, now give me the hoodie!”

“Can I pet your dog?” “Do I know you?”

“Did you seriously just get your foot stuck in a toilet?” “Maybe.”

“If I die, I’m haunting you first.”

“But I’ve never told you that before.” 

“Stop being grumpy, it’s lame.”

“So, uh, I locked the keys in the car.”

“Is the cat in a onesie?” “Uh, no?

“Can we please stop running? I think I’m dying.”

“You come here often?” “Well, I work here. So I think I’d have to say ‘yes’.”

“Aren’t we supposed to be working?”

“Give me attention.”

“YOU SAID TO BE HONEST STOP HITTING ME!”

“Okay, so maybe I didn’t see that coming.”

“I’m too sober for this.” “You don’t even drink.” “Maybe I should start.”