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gotcha @socialcasualty ! → holden + hugo .

✩ ↷ ヽ ❝ you’re late. ❞

the words come off of holden’s tongue in a demanding, fierce tone. he does not hesitate to pierce his eyes straight through hugo, who is sat in front of him on the couch of his way too spacious penthouse. holden, who had already done his bedtime routine, stood before hugo in only a robe with a glass of wine swirling in his left hand. what he hates more than people not being punctual is hugo not being punctual. why ? because it left a million opportunities for hugo to be spending time with other people and doing things that did not pertain to holden himself. but was there any real reason for holden to give one about whatever the hell hugo was up to ?

well, it was complicated. holden was a complex personality. he was selfish, needy, yet could not stand the thought of someone clinging to him and asking him for more than he wants to give. what did this mean ? it meant that hugo was to be where holden wanted him but holden did not have to follow any order hugo gave — still, holden was more reluctant to give into hugo’s demands than anyone else.

and, yes, that included travis’s father, who he was still copulating with.

nobody was worth holden’s time. nobody was worth him losing sleep over. nobody was worth him wasting his wine over. yet, here he was, fire burning in the pit of his stomach and all because hugo had decided he would do whatever he wanted ( as he had the right to, even if holden disagreed ) . he can’t stand the sight of hugo, who he feels takes almost everything as a fucking joke, sitting before him on his couch that he definitely didn’t deserve to be on after showing up late. funny thing was, he wasn’t even really late to anything specific , just to when holden had asked him to come over. holden didn’t need a reason to invite hugo over, nor a reason to demand a certain time from him. yet, if hugo was going to do as he pleased, holden would make him pay for it if it was on his time.

and if any other soul had shown up late to the time holden had set aside for them, he’d threaten to call the cops on them for trespassing. hugo, on the other end, got the pass, as holden allowed him to come inside anyway. holden had no idea why he had a … soft spot for hugo, but he did, and it felt disgusting to want to give himself to someone in a way that did not benefit him financially. this thought only adds fuel to his already bolstering fire, and he tips his wine glass in hugo’s direction as if he is going to spill it on him.

❝ am i joke to you ? ❞ he accuses. ❝ or did you remember that if you stood me up, i’d find you and cut your fingertips off ? ❞ he then takes a step closer as his wine gets closer to the rim of the glass. was he going to dump it on hugo ? absolutely not, and hugo probably knew this, as holden was never one to waste any expensive wine, but he liked the idea of potentially scaring the other anyway. ❝ i had something important to discuss with you before i went to bed, and, on top of that, i wanted you to lie with me, but it looks like only one of these things is going to happen tonight. ❞

with his free hand, holden pushes the collar of his robe to expose his skin. he then eyes hugo and says, ❝ so which one are we doing ? choose wisely, hugo. ❞

.・。.・゜✭・.・✫・゜・。. it was safe to say he’d be late. hugo glanced down to his gold rolex, checking the time and silently doing the math in his head. even if he left then, and drove as fast as he could, the man still wouldn't make it to holden’s house in time. not that they conjunctly picked out a time that worked for the both of them exactly, and more of hugo being arguably informed of when he was supposed to show up. and in his defense, he did warn he would be an hour or two late because of work.

he had heard his uncles say when he was a kid — you don’t really shit where you eat. and that meant the casino wasn’t exactly just around the residential area, was it ?? most people that called holden a neighbor needed to put some space between the neatly and false manufactured lifestyle they put up in those streets and the crazy environment they went to satisfy their gambling desires in hopes of feeling at least a little powerful. additionally, hugo wasn’t much of a caring guy, yes, but not when it came to his job. he never did business too close to home, and as a smart kid, he learned his lessons, eating and shitting in two distinct places.

he was aware of the significant level of hypocrisy that flew around his thoughts, as he found himself getting into his bmw ( an hour late to meeting holden ) and making his way to the path he knew by heart, towards the house that usually gave him an overwhelming amount of mixed feelings, to meet the other and do the only business he dared to do close to home. initially, he had tried to convince himself it was more of a business transaction, whatever he had with holden ;;;; he doesn’t know what to think of it now, but he knows that’s not just it. his head usually hurt whenever he tried to get too philosophical over it, and after a day like he had, a headache was the last thing he wanted.

being let in wouldn’t mean anything, and hugo knew holden enough to know what he was about to go through. half of him could grimace at the different possibilities, but the other half didn’t really mind, aware that there wasn’t much he could do to change the two’s situation. he was at work, wasn’t he ?? and even if he wasn’t, even if he had been under somebody else’s sheets, he wasn’t really in the wrong — at least, definitely not worse than fucking holden whilst his husband slept in a different room. so the tallest of the two watched the other move, sitting on the couch and casually descarting his phone and wallet to the little table just an arms reach from where he sat. brown hues noticed the gown, holden’s legs, and the tipping of the purple liquid on his glass as he got closer and talked and talked and talked.

the man only observed, making a point of not replying and tugging on his tie instead, nonchalantly removing the item that ended up abandoned on the other side of the couch. his eyes never left holden’s, and he couldn’t help but think about how attractive he looked from that angle, the emotions in his eyes being one of the favorite things of his day. his lips showed a smile.

“ can i have a drink, baby?— the usual, please. ”

hugo spread out his legs and leaned his arms on the cushions next to him, getting comfortable on the couch while he waited for his request to be answered, visibly exposing himself to holden. getting to watch the other’s expressions would always get his blood going the right way, and after a considerable beat and silence between the two of them, one he judged enough of a discomfort for holden to think he was being ignored, he sweetly ennounciated, a humorous laugh making his defined chest vibrate under his white button up,

“ did i not tell you i’d be here, even if i was late? i’m here, aren’t i, holden ?? night’s young. we have plenty of time to do whatever you want. ”

#i love them can u tell #☆ﾟ*・ﾟ interactions { hugo }#☆ﾟ*・ﾟ love has no middle term ; either it destroys or it saves { hugo / holden }

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#facts .#☆ﾟ*・ﾟ musings { ace }

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I'm also curious! Am I gonna love it, hate it? Either way, it's an adventure.

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#will leave this here for tonight . love him .#☆ﾟ*・ﾟ visage { milo }

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.・。.・゜✭・.・✫・゜・。. milo squeezed his own hand in an attempt to ground himself. he could feel his nails painfully against his palm, and he wondered if he would hurt himself. upon a sharp pain, he stretched out his fingers again, forcing himself to take slow, steady and deep breaths. his parents for sure knew how to push him over the edge — and sometimes, like then, their passive aggressive comments would get under his skin, doing the complete opposite than they intended to. they would point out his tics in order for him to stop them, as if he had any choice in the matter, and being aware of them, and that he was ticking in front of the two figures he knew to be the most judgemental ones out there, got him nervous, which consequently, led to him ticking even more. his breathing gave him a little bit more control of his heart beats, the familiar feeling on the tip of his stomach now gone as he began to relax. his eyes still blinked, nose wrinkling, as he normally ticked, but some of the vocal tics, both little noises and his whistles, were starting to lessen their frequency. milo relaxed, grateful he wasn’t going to have a ticking attack, and opened his eyes and got out of bed, looking around for his phone and placing him carefully on his pocket, allowing his feet to take him where his heart wanted to be.

he didn’t have any more chores to do, having finished baking everything on his list for tomorrow, and without letting his parents know the details, milo let out quietly as he found them sitting in the living room, “ i’m going out — i’ll be back before eleven. ” without waiting to see their reaction or response, the boy left the house, silently cursing himself for having whistled in the middle of his sentence. it was only seven, though, so that gave him a significant time to see camden, and hopefully hearing about his day would make the frustration he felt sitting on his chest disappear. he usually didn’t mind his condition, and most of often than not, he would feel grateful he wouldn’t tic as often and as frequently as some other people he had met ;;; online of course, when would his parents ever allow him to meet anyone else with tourette’s? ;;; before. still, it was days like these that he wondered, would his parents be a little less disappointed if he was a little less… ticky? milo sighed, knocked twice on the door, thankful they lived so close to each other, but also a little nervous with the regret of not having texted before coming. in midst of thoughts, hoping he wouldn’t be a bother, he jumped, slightly startled at cam opening the door so quick, “ o-oh my god, ” he let out, eyes opening and closing repetitively in a tic, hand meeting his heart as he felt it race, both at the scare and at the sight of the man in front of him. “ you scared me, cammy. ”

#☆ﾟ*・ﾟ interactions { milo }#☆ﾟ*・ i was meant to be yours ; we were meant to be one { milo / cam }

decimcl:

✩ ↷ ヽ the way taewoo spoke in that moment completely threw ronan off . he was expecting some kind of lecture — why didn’t you tell anyone that you were home ? — but taewoo had another expression on his face . growing up with him allowed ronan to see through many of his emotions and expressions, this being one of them . he sits with his upper body cranked around for a moment staring at him . to be honest, that weird feeling in his stomach would never not surface whenever he saw taewoo in a mood that was not happy go lucky . not to say taewoo had no reason to be upset, but he was awfully good at making it look like he had it all going for him . but both ronan and ash knew better … that was not the truth and never would be, even in an almost perfect world . and just as he thinks this, ronan also feels a bit of guilt ping him for not telling taewoo and ash he had arrived home when he did . he assumed they were asleep or were at least laying down, but perhaps he should have thought more about them and checked . it was a weird feeling — sadness — only this sadness was shown evident on both ronan and taewoo’s faces . ronan could mask his emotions no matter how deep rooted they were nowadays, but there were times where they could not help but show . the same could be said for taewoo — ronan knows this — and it seemed as if tonight was one of those nights where the other could not help but wear his heart on his sleeve . ronan reaches slowly to place his arm on the back of the couch as he looks taewoo in the eyes the best he can from across the room . words sit desperately on his tongue but they refuse to come out — why ?

ronan then realizes that the sadness taewoo feels is what makes him feel sad as well . he cared about him and more than he might like to ever admit . some might think that ronan was less in touch with taewoo and ash since going away for eight years, but ronan would secretly argue that he was more in tune with them than ever . they were the only ones who stuck by his side no matter what he had done or said, so ronan would do anything to repay that . most times he did not seem to have this attitude, but it was true that he would do anything for the both of them . taewoo himself seemed to be the one who held all three of them together, which was perhaps one of the many reasons why seeing the man himself in a weak spot gave ronan that almost nauseous feeling in his stomach . suddenly, without much thought, ronan reaches out an arm as if he is calling taewoo over with no words . that urge to hold him, love him, and be completely there for him has now fully arisen and he hopes that taewoo will take what ronan is suddenly very desperate to give him . ronan’s own lips quiver in anguish to speak, but he is afraid of saying something and fucking the situation up . would taewoo forgive him for not having the right words to say right now ? so, instead of trying to be comforting and say what he thinks the other might want to hear, he settles for a soft, yet almost demanding, ❝ come here, will you ? ❞

.・。.・゜✭・.・✫・゜・。. for a couple of seconds, ronan’s sharp gaze on him makes taewoo freeze. he stands there, the only thought passing through his mind being about how his feet feel slightly tingly, and his far away critical sense forces his brain to debate whether or not he should worry about that. he firmly pushes his toes towards the floor, one feet after the other, the momentary pain almost making him grimace, but his expression remained stuck to something that could resemble apathy — the other knew better, though, aware of woo’s tear stained cheeks, and all the years they spent beside each other. ronan knew taewoo, he knew that indifference was something he practically was incapable of feeling, especially when it came to things that mattered to him. woo also happened to know ronan, like the back of his hand, as he proudly mentioned countless times before. he wondered if the other had something in his mind that prevented him from going to sleep, or if he just wanted to have a little bit of alone time in front of the television. knowing him, it was probably the latter, given there wasn’t plenty of alone time when you had ash and woo as your friends, boyfriends, significant others... partners... or whatever it was that they were. that, of course, if taewoo could call them anything of the sort, given how much of a mess he always seemed to bring into the other two’s lives.

moving for the first time in what felt like forever, the man shook his head slightly, as if he demanded those intrusive and self deprecating thoughts to disappear, go away. he did hate when ash or ronan saw him like that, not carrying his usual and familiar energy and spirit. he hated worrying them, but there wasn’t much to be done then. ronan had seem him looking like a fucking deer in the headlights, bottle of water in hand. woo bit his lower lip, feeling a little anxious at the question echoing in his mind. why hadn’t the other let them know he was home ? his eyes fell on ronan’s arm, stretched out to him in an inviting way. taewoo instantly feel his heart miss a beat, the synergy between them making him want to move across the living room and touch him. before his brain could tell his legs to move, however, his ears heard his voice, demanding yet soft, and woo found himself instantly complying, tingly feet taking him to ronan, again, one after the other. he placed the water bottle on the coffee table before taking his hand in his, thumb caressing his skin as he sat down. there was no space left between them, as taewoo allowed himself to act on his instincts and sat as closer as he could to ronan, reaching up a little to peck his lips as if he needed the affection. the man was a boy at heart, and there really wasn’t a day when he didn’t need the affection. then, however, feeling sad and hopeless, he found himself desperately craving for ronan’s touch. ash was probably sound asleep on his room, and he wouldn’t wake him up only to bother him with his own needy feelings. now, ronan was there — still up. how selfish would he be to ask for a little attention and company? ;;; contraring his thoughts and his own sad complexion, though, woo asked, “ is everything okay? you were late coming home. ”

#☆ﾟ*・ﾟ come out of hiding ; i’m right here beside you { taewoo / ronan }#☆ﾟ*・ﾟ interactions { taewoo }#seems weird to write taewoo in anything but a crackhead mood

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✩ ↷ ヽ to say yosuke was dense would be an understatement . so, when dax had informed him that nara and parker had taken their leave on their own, he was the least bit bothered because he assumed they had just wanted some time alone with each other . what their true intentions were, he would never know nor suspect, so he sends dax a smile and shrugs his shoulders . ❝ hopefully they will come back soon ! ❞ he says out of pure absent mindedness of what the situation could have truly been . he then takes the soda — his favorite soda — from dax’s grasp and sends him a sweet and generous smile . he thought it was kind of funny how dax could be so quiet and reserved some times, yet he still showed up by his side with his favorite soda for yosuke to sip on while they spent time together . was dax being generous, or did he simply feel bad for nara and parker leaving him in the dust to spend time with him ? well, either way, the young boy was awfully thankful, and he made sure dax knew so with a heartfelt, ❝ thanks, dax ! you are the best ! ❞ and as he pops it open, he makes sure to add, ❝ sure, i wanted to walk the beach a bit more before going home anyway . ❞ a smile is still on his lips when he looks up at dax with a cheeky expression . ❝ plus, it’ll be fun to spend time without nara and parker constantly … like, soooo obviously flirting . ❞

as he says the last few words, his face contorts into a silly expression to emphasize his words . truth was, he wouldn’t mind a little bit of time with dax by himself . he really looked up to him even if dax might not have wanted that for him . so, to spend time alone felt like a true blessing for yosuke . yet, despite seeing dax in a bit of a spotlight, he could sometimes admit to feeling a little bit more in his chest . he simply put it to just loving dax and appreciating him as both a friend and a teacher, but he could not lie about sometimes wishing it could feel like more . yosuke was childish, still living in his kid years that he might not ever grow out of . dax, on the other hand, seemed so mature and so out there that yosuke sometimes wondered if there was any chance at all . they could be considered complete opposites, but it made yosuke love dax even more to know that dax would show subtle signs of sweetness around him . his silly face turns back into the beaming smile he is probably most known for and he takes a greedy sip of his soda . ❝ you wanna go walk now ? well, if you get thirsty, you can have some of my soda ! ❞ then, without warning, yosuke practically takes off running towards back towards the seaside from the edge of the pier . he calls out a cute and playful, ❝ hurry up, dax ! ❞

.・。.・゜✭・.・✫・゜・。. dax let out a smile upon watching the other’s expression — he’s been learning it is quite a difficult task to suppress his happiness whenever the other was around. it started out subtle, of course, so much so that it took him a while to actually figure it out. however, the second that he did, dakho couldn’t really think about anything else other than the rain of sunshine in front of him. sun was all he ever known, living in one of the most famous tropical areas of the world ;;;; but yosuke had been showing him a whole different light. and it was interesting, too, how he seemed to be the only person to not acknowledge it. to say the least, dax wasn’t really a smiling guy. and he knew yosuke knew so. he just doubted the other realized the change on his demeanor when he was there, like he was then, smiling about being gifted his favorite can of soda. dax bit his lower lip in order to not reply to yosuke’s previous remark — he could hope for anything but that nara and parker would be back. as a matter of fact, he truly wished they would get busy doing whatever the two love birds usually did somewhere very far from that end of the beach, and that they would take their sweet ass time. the man chuckled at the other’s excitement though, nodding in acknowledgment, “ don’t mention it… ” he replied, with a little wave of his hand. his chuckles turned into a laugh at the mention of their friends, rolling his eyes with a type of annoyance yosuke knew to be fake. he never hesitated to poke fun at nara and parker, but of course, deep down, he didn’t really mind the two’s dynamics. except, well, when he wanted to be alone with the other, “ right ?? ”

dax’s eyes gleamed at the playfulness evident in yosuke’s face, adoration clear in his own expression. he almost found himself muttering his thoughts out loud, how cute , and as he caught himself before it was too late, dakho cleared his throat, thankful he didn’t have to think about something to make conversation or kill the silence as he heard yosuke say his next words. without missing a beat, he watched as the other ran towards the ocean, probably determined to walk along the seaside. his lips curved in a smile at the sight, his hands finding nest on his front pockets, his heart thumping on his chest with the familiar feeling of fondness for the boy that skipped along the sand. upon being called, dax forced himself out of the trance yosuke sometimes got him in, his legs moving and taking him calmly to where the other was forced to wait for him. he kicked off his slippers, bending down to pick them up and sunked his toes in the sand, watching yosuke as he asked what he awkwardly and foolishly hoped to be a flattering question, “ want me to hold yours? ”