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[ririchurl]

Happy Valentine's Day! ₊˚⊹♡

Thank you @shadowofyouu for hosting the Redacted Valenswap event! The lucky person that I got was @theratisbackanditsinyourkitchen and I decided to write a fic with Freelancer and Gavin for them :D

Tags: Pre-Relationship, There Was Only One Bed, But with a Ririchurl Twist, Domestic Fluff, Light Angst, But Only if You Squint

Words: 2,835

Summary: After meeting the incubus, the freelancer experienced changes in their life. Most of it were living up to the new normal of being an Empowered, while others, not so much. And the unexpected one (more surprising than finding out magic existed and you're one of those who have it) was that the demon has become attached to the single bed in their apartment.

This has also been posted on AO3 (link right here)

“Welcome home, deviant,” the incubus greeted from somewhere in the apartment. Judging based on the sound of his voice and the consistent days they’ve come home to find him in one room, they guessed that he’s lying on their bed doing gods know what. They’re not worried about him going through their belongings; he has already seen them in their rawest form (i.e., picking their nose and flicking the booger, not taking a bath/wearing the same clothes for days, or having a mental breakdown because of the mountain-high load of schoolwork) and didn’t shame them for having an Indiana Jones shrine next to their shelf filled with various manga and comic books or the Erwin Smith dakimakura (body pillow) with one-side showing his uncensored 2-D genital, that they sleep with.

The freelancer went straight to the kitchen and pulled out a tupperware containing yesterday night’s leftover (pork cutlet with curry) then heated it up in the microwave.

“Can you heat another portion for me?” the voice from their bedroom asked.

“Nope, do it yourself, lazy ass!” they replied but the freelancer still moved to take out another container and set it down on the counter.

“But you love this ass!” the incubus yelled. The freelancer snorted from where they watched the tupperware turn round and round inside the microwave.

For a while, the only things they could hear were the hummings of the microwave in the kitchen and from the incubus in their bedroom. The sounds were perfect for shutting down their brain which was very much needed with the day they had. They promised to be responsible and not cram their schoolwork but if they had to use their brain for anything more complex, they would explode. Like brain explosion that will cause their body to explode which would then blow up the apartment causing a chain reaction of the whole block exploding to the entire country and then the whole world which inevitably destroys the whole universe and its neighbors.

A perfectly timed beeping that signaled the end of the reheating process of their food snapped them out of the thoughtless daydream. Perhaps their microwave had a hidden feature they didn't know about, like a wake-up alarm. But when they opened the tiny door, the container was no longer there. They were sure they took out the second one and placed it–

“Oh my, you're really out of it today, huh?”

To their right, Gavin was leaning on the counter with the hand of the arm resting on the surface holding a familiar container while the other was twirling a fork. His tail was swaying side to side like a cat when they were in a playful mood. Or possibly irritated. To be completely honest, they don't know much about felines aside from the small and short experiences with strays amicable enough to accept affection from strangers as well as those who didn’t hesitate in using their claws. Perhaps, like their microwave, the incubus has another ability they have yet to learn about. Shapeshifting aside since they knew that already. He’s definitely capable of more than they’ve seen him do, like telepathy, because his eyes were exhibiting feline features when they could've sworn it was human-like a minute ago.

Their eyes narrowed as they attempted to get clues by reading his body language. The incubus simply smiled a smile that reminded them of the Cheshire Cat from the animated movie of Alice in Wonderland in 1951.

“I suppose Elemental Command is as mentally taxing as expected.” They think they hear a silent ‘Like I told you so’ at the end there. Gavin didn't need to say it because his (still feline-like) eyes conveyed it with enough amused affection for them to know.

They held off the urge to throw the spoon they held at the incubus. They were at fault with this one considering that Gavin gave them fair warning that the “introductory” or 101 classes weren’t “going to be a breeze”. And at the time, they didn't hold back from smacking him with a pillow for using their own words against them. For heaven's sake, how were they supposed to know that even basic classes weren't Latent-friendly?

“I only meant to tease, my dear deviant,” the incubus purred.

The freelancer didn't shrug off the hand that gently massaged their shoulder nor did they put up much of a fight when Gavin tugged and led them to the bedroom, their dinner still in hand. He ignored their grumbling about getting crumbs on the bed as he easily maneuvered them so that they were sitting on the space between his legs.

“There's a perfectly functional dining table out there and yet you choose to have us squeezed together on this tiny bed.”

The soft pats on their head and humming of faux concern aggravated them even more and it's likely that the incubus intended to do anything but calm them.

“Now, now. It's been a long day for us–”

“Us?! You didn't even–”

“–so just sit still, enjoy your dinner, and savor the comforting presence of your favorite demon.”

Once again, their grumbling was ignored when Gavin shifted his focus on the container of food in his hand. They felt his tail wrapping and then unwrapping around their left calf, caressing the exposed skin, and doing it all over again. By the time both of them finished eating, their displeasure for the day had subsided and they were fully lying on Gavin’s chest while opting to play with his fingers rather than tuning in along to an episode of FRIENDS that their companion played on their laptop, in favor of shutting down their brain and allowing it to rest.

—

Damien looked at them with the most judgment they had ever seen him direct towards them. Between the embarrassment of having their friend see magazines of naked women and men & anger towards the only possible perpetrator for this crime, the freelancer was scrambling around their bed to clean everything out.

—

“Dude, get off, you're gonna get sick too,” the freelancer groaned as they tried to fight off the incubus-shaped octopus that was wrapping his clingy arms and legs around their sweaty, fever-hot, aching body.

“We don't succumb to the same diseases as humans do, my dear freelancer,” the incubus huffed from where his face hid on their shoulder.

At any other time or day, they would have appreciated the feeling of someone not wanting to part from them or to be away for too long. But that wasn't going to be today. The fever and headache were killing them but they couldn’t even fall asleep without crying out of frustration and pain which would bring even more pain to their head. A painful cycle.

“You’re going to be alright.. I’ll reheat the soup and get something for the pain,” Gavin kissed the tears away before unwrapping himself from their body to do just as what he’d told them.

More tears flowed. But it wasn't entirely because of the pain.

—

“Seriously?”

“Yes, ‘seriously’.”

Gavin exaggeratedly tilted his head to the side and glared at them with betrayal in his eyes. To which the freelancer gave an annoying taunt with their face. They dodged his hand that tried to pinch their side before holding it with their own to guide him inside the store.

Within the five minutes that they were inside the store, the freelancer showed no signs of entertaining the grumbles and complaints that left Gavin’s mouth, he was too stubborn to stop. Or maybe they mistake that stubbornness for his sentimentality. Just how much does he like that damn bed?, they thought.

The idea of buying a new bed came to them during one of their university-sucks-and-i-don’t-want-to-exist-for-at-least-five-minutes cuddle sessions. Gavin may annoy them with his teasing but they really appreciate the efforts he's made in comforting, distracting, and helping them. Which was why they wanted to buy him a gift, hence the bed shopping.

Okay, so what if they had been itching to replace that twin bed? They thought the incubus would appreciate the thought and agree with the idea of getting a much comfier mattress and bigger bed. Now they're stuck with Pouty McGrouchy.

“What's wrong with the one we have now?”

“What happened to saving up for something important?”

“Just man up and tell me that you're sick of sleeping next to me. You don't need to buy another one to tell me you need space. I can take it, freelancer. I’m not as fragile as you think!”

They knew that he didn't mean anything by the words that were spewing out of his mouth but they needed to stop him from actually starting to believe that nonsense. And also for the sake of their own sanity.

With the incubus’ face held between their hands, the freelancer stared dead straight into his eyes as they spoke, “Imagine the things we can do with a bigger bed.” Then turned around and left the demon to process their words.

A minute later, hurried footsteps could be heard from behind them. They felt his breath touch their ear before the weight of his arm was on their shoulder.

“You really know how to make an incubus blush.. How about we go back to your place and I’ll demonstrate with you some of my ideas.”

—

The freelancer stared.

And stared..

And stared…

“You know, it’s a bit hypocritical of you to nag me about making a mess while you’re over here treating our bed like your closet,” Gavin complained. From where he laid on his side, he turned over to his stomach and then started playing with the clothes near him. Even with his tail invincible to their eyes, it was easy for them to imagine it swaying and twitching.

A quick look at the incubus’ face reminded them of his ability to “read” emotions, if the smirk on his lips and quirked eyebrow were anything to go by.

“I don’t need to be a demon to see your amusement, deviant,” he crawled closer to the edge of the bed until he was sitting in front of them (and on top of their clothes), “I also don’t have to be a telepath to know you’re comparing me to animals, again.” he added with a pinch on the exposed skin of their stomach.

—

The upgrade from a twin bed to a double bed was an expensive choice, but a good one nonetheless. They have so much room now! They no longer live in fear of hitting their head and limbs on the walls or falling down to the floor when they move around while sleeping. They also got an upgrade with their pillows. Luckily, they found the kind with the quality they prefer: soft but not too much that your head would sink easily and firm but it’s not like you’re sleeping on a rock.

But it’s not entirely good.. There was still the case with their the incubus.

Despite having more space on the bed, he still kept close to them. Sometimes, he acted like a baby sloth with his mother while during other times, he simply sat or laid next to them without invading their space. He still had the habit of hoarding items and leaving them on their bed. And they would take him sulking for a whole evening because they cleaned up his mess over the embarrassment of having Damien (further) think that they normally sleep in such a cluttered room.

They wouldn’t be so invested in understanding the incubus’ behavior if he acted the same in other places. And towards other people..

The freelancer looked down at the incubus shaped cat curled between their legs and using their thigh as a pillow. This was one of the moments they wished they could read other people’s emotions or in this case other beings’ emotions. Assuming things never ended well for anyone, and acting dense doesn’t do anyone good either.

They could always just stop being a coward and ask him directly, they thought to themself.

It took two episodes of a Minecraft gameplay for them to gather the courage to speak. But mostly create a script and play out scenarios of how the conversation might go in their mind.

“Don’t go falling asleep on me now.. I’ll start thinking you’re only here for my bed if you do,” they joked. Or at least they tried to sound like they were. Fuck, was their voice shaking? Maybe Gavin was really sleeping and didn’t hear what they said.

But hearing and feeling him laugh confirmed that the incubus was indeed still awake and heard them. He turned to lie on his back, which made things worse for their heart because now he was looking at them. When they saw the smile on his face, it felt like there was a hand squeezing their hand and another one tickling their intestines. Fuck, if I fart right now, I might actually die.

It was unfair. How much more beautiful Gavin looks when he gets to be soft like this. How different the smile on his face right now. How he’s looking at them, seeing the mess that they are, and still choosing to be there with them.

Maybe this was one of those “guessing and getting the right answer” situations.

What was the worst thing that could happen?

What was the best thing that could happen?

The answers that immediately filled their mind amplified the little courage that they had to the point they wouldn’t be surprised if they were vibrating in excitement. And as if using this moment to further prove to them of him having abilities unknown to them, in a blink of his eyes, Gavin’s pupils changed to look like a feline’s. Their smile was growing impossibly wider.

And then they were leaning down.

Gavin rose up to meet them halfway. His feline eyes staring right back at them. Their attention was stolen when they saw his tail slowly waving from side to side from the corner of their eyes.

A gentle bump on their nose brought them back to the demon in front of them. Sitting very closely. It was taking a lot of power to stop them from running away and their heart beating like crazy was not helping. Despite causing their heart to beat even faster, staring back at Gavin reminded them why they were doing this.

To find the answer to the question that has been itching their brain ever since the incubus stayed around more often and they learned more about each other, enough to consider the other being as a friend.

“As much as I hate to admit this, a bigger bed was a good idea,” Gavin said with a pout. When he looked down, the freelancer followed his gaze and saw his hand inching towards their own but showing no signs of holding it. His hand was playing around by acting like it was walking with two fingers acting as legs or drawing random shapes. And watching it for a while calmed them down without fear creeping up on them. At this point, they were itching to hold Gavin and kiss him.

When they looked back up, he was watching them. His mouth was just about to open when they held his face. It was exhilarating to see the shock in his face and to feel him shudder when their thumb caressed his ears with their other fingers reaching to the back of his head. The sensation of his tail wrapping and unwrapping around their left wrist only spurred them to keep doing it.

“Stop teasing, deviant,” the incubus sighed as he grew even more pliable under their touch. They stopped moving their thumbs once their face was only less than a millimeter away from Gavin’s.

The freelancer used their nose to slightly nudge at the other being’s nose before speaking, “I’m going to kiss you now..” He nudged their nose back before giving a short nod.

They had kissed him before so they knew how his lips felt, but that didn’t stop the satisfaction of feeling it touch their lips again. Actually, this might be better than the first time. Gavin held onto their shirt to pull them closer and then tilted his head. Yeah, this was definitely better than their first.

They have kissed other people before so they knew that the action itself wasn’t the only thing they liked. Kissing Gavin was really nice. Like, “they want to keep kissing him for hours” kind of nice. Kissing him was also different. It was different in a way that it felt like both of them were telling each other something without using any words. Or maybe because words weren’t enough for what they were feeling.

Because they really were trying to tell him something that they still weren’t ready to say. And as the only one who understood them as well as they understood themself, they knew that he would get the message.

[ririchurl]

Waiting for James' Audio Where Both He and His Partner are Together, Alive, and Happy | Days 238&239:

"Hey! I saw this painting and thought you'd like it! Because, you know, of the baking. Which you do. And this painting of a cat baking reminded me of you–" He bumped his head against the pillar and let the weight of the gift pull his hand back down to the side. "Ugh.. That's not it.."

Pathetically, he stared at his sneakers as if they'd magically give him the confidence he needed to just be honest and converse like a normal person. Or as normal as one could be, he thought.

Was giving gifts for no particular reason or occasion considered to be normal? Was their relationship even in the premise of "hey, I thought of you, so I got you this" kind of gift giving? But they were friends now, weren't they? Fuck, did he read into their interactions and inaccurately assumed that they were?

Thump!

Yes, they are friends. No doubt about that. They said it themself: that they were glad to have a friend like him. That's the very reason why he's putting more effort into having them notice and see him in a different light—to be someone who's more than a friend to them.

His eyes drifted to the painting in his hand. As adorable and hilarious as it was, there was no way that they were going to look at it and immediately think that it was a romantic gesture. None of his attempts were. If they didn't take the hint after receiving flowers everyday for a whole week, how would this one be any different?

"James?" His heart stilled for a moment before rampaging in his chest.

Not wanting them to see his face, he simply waved in greeting. He wasn't sure if he should be relieved or nervous to hear them walk closer until he could feel them standing next to him and their sandals came into view.

Neither of them spoke. He focused on the sounds of the footsteps and conversations of people passing by. It helped in distracting him and helping his heart slow back down to normal functioning.

And for a little bit, he could pretend that he was alone. As if the person who has created a home in his mind wasn't standing right next to him. As if the weight of their head that found his shoulder as a perfect resting place, wasn't there. As if he couldn't feel their pinkie linked with his own.

The softness of their skin reminded him of a conversation they had about sweaty hands and literal cold feet. And in his distracted state where he seemed to have forgotten the difference between reality and his mind, his hand moved away from their pinkie—only to come back and properly holding their hand. The action made him open his eyes as if it wasn't his hand.

And they still haven't pulled away..

If the sensation of his heart pounding in his chest didn't wake him up fully, he would've thought that his mind was playing tricks when he felt them brushing the back of his hand with their thumb. That and the sight of it was in clear view for his eyes to see.

He gently squeezed their hands as if it would help summoning any hidden courage inside him. And with them holding on tighter, it did.

James took a step back to face them properly this time. But their hands remained attached to each other.

"I was going to drop by the bakery today because I wanted to give you something," he said with a soft voice—he was afraid that anything louder would pop whatever bubble they were in.

Their gaze shifted downwards to where his other hand moved to hand them the covered painting and their eyes widened as if it was they didn't notice him holding it. Were they that focused on him that they didn't see it? The thought of the answer to that question made his face heat up.

They huffed in what he could only assume was amusement, if the grin on their face was anything to go by. Now, it was his turn to be surprised. Because when their free hand reached inside their tote bag and brought out a very familiar book cover.

" I guess we were both thinking of each other, huh?"

[ririchurl]

Tattoo artist AU + Flower store AU where Angel is the tattoo artist and David is the florist.

It's both adorable and hot as fuck when David sees Angel's tattoos. Because in all the times he's seen them outside, they're wearing a jacket or cardigan. He walks in their shop for a lunch date and they're just there in a tank top, looking fine as fuck. Then they'd steal David's line in the pool audio: I know I'm pretty but the food'll get cold if you just keep staring.

Also, florist David makes total sense if you remember the audio they were fixing up the backyard of their house. But it's adorably funny that he sticks to the style he has in canon, leather jacket and everything.

Their first meeting would be the same as canon but the stalker allegation is slightly true. They're at a garden that works as a sightseeing area and selling plants. Angel sees that David analyzes every item before putting it in his cart, even asking the staff assigned to that area about the proper way of taking care of it. So they just sort of stand somewhere near while listening to their conversations like the weirdo that they are instead of asking him or a staff.

The place they live in have a balcony and they wanted to use the place for a mini garden. But they couldn't just pick a plant and put it there. Hence, their reason for going to that garden.

The frequency of David's visit to their house makes you think they're dating. Especially with how he moves there like he's been living with them. He uses the excuse of making sure the plants they got were alive and well.

Oh the miscommunication + angst potential of this!

[ririchurl]

Redactober 2024 - Day 20: James

within a dream

Prompt: just a dream

Tags: Canon Divergence, Alternate Universe - Imperium, Implied/Referenced Torture, Non-Graphic Violence, Hate Speech, Non-Consensual Use of Telepathy, Mental Anguish, Angst, Hurt/Comfort, Light Fluff, Unreliable Narrator

Full story is published on AO3, link here!

Save his file. Close the remaining windows. Shut off the computer.

The usual sight of an empty office greeted him when he finally removed his face from the monitor, excluding him from the count. James doesn’t hold any ill feelings toward his colleagues who don’t have an unhealthy work-life balance; he has responsibilities that aren’t limited to their department and current projects. Tasks that cannot be deferred and duties that aren’t as simple as keeping the company alive or bringing home the bacon.

He cleared his desk from his definition of organized mess, which resulted from the accumulation of manila folders and papers compiled in them. A glance to his right told him the time, 2:48 AM. It’s earlier than the time he got off from work yesterday, but still, it’s been hours since his schedule ended when he should’ve been lying comfortably at home.

His walk to the basement parking and drive to the house was as eventful as one could expect it to be at that hour.

With tired hands, he reached into his pocket for the keys to open the front door and sluggishly dragged his feet across the foyer, then up the stairs to the bedroom. He would have fallen over onto the bed if he wasn’t bothered by how disgusting he felt in his suit. Begrudgingly, he stripped off his clothes and made a beeline for the bathroom to take a quick but thorough wash.

From where he stood by the doorway between the bedroom and bathroom, he frowned at the pile of clothes he left on the floor. He was in the middle of contemplating whether or not it was worth it to use any more of his (nearly depleted) energy to bring them to the laundry room. When James saw movement on the bed from the corner of his eyes, he immediately knew the answer to his question.

Unlike his original plan of tumbling down like the AT-AT Walker from Star Wars once he got close enough to the bed, he was careful when he started putting his weight on the mattress with slow movements that rivaled Flash from Zootopia.

The feeling of the thick, soft blanket and warmth from another human being was heavenly. Even more pleasant when said human turned around and wrapped their arm around him with practiced motion. On days like this when his energy has nearly been depleted and he begins to question the purpose and worth of everything, James finds the silence when he’s tucked beneath their chin, their body and arms that shield him from the world, and grounded by tangled legs.

He freed his hand from where it was stuck between his and their bodies to rest it comfortably on their back. His fingers absentmindedly drew on the skin of their nape, relishing the goosebumps that grew despite them being deep asleep. After leaving a kiss on their forehead, it didn’t take much time until James fell to slumber.

“..up, kiddo.”

“..far from making progre..”

“Wake up!”

[ririchurl]

Waiting for James' HBW/HBS Audio Where Both He and His Partner are Together, Alive, and Happy, Day 141: It's here. After over a year since the last James audio, he's back (not counting the project meridian audios). Well, in AU form but we'll take it!! Not only are we getting a new James audio in a few hours, we have him and his partner together, alive and happy. That's assuming those three aspects because there's no way we have an audio of thirty minutes only to have them still separated by distance + this is an AU! The last 141 days have been fun and I hope the people that came across my posts enjoyed it as much as I did, no matter how random the headcanons got. To commemorate the end of this day count, I offer more headcanons and fic ideas I hope to put out in the future!

Office AU (Miscommunication troupe with a dash of telenovela kind of drama from the entry I posted yesterday)

This is just for laughs but I couldn't stop thinking about scenes with the overly used events in the telenovelas I've watched. Things like: 1. At the part where James and his partner are the happiest, it gets revealed that James is arranged to be married to someone with an ego bigger than earth, 2. The person James is arranged to be married to knows very suspicious people with guns, 3. James' partner gets kidnapped by that person, 4. At some point at a later part of the story, James gets into an accident and loses his memories, 5. James has elitist parents/relatives who also know suspicious people with guns

College AU (set in the universe of my fic: "grape-flavored stranger")

Sort of a spoiler for the next chapter (and overall fic) but I wanted to go on a lighter miscommunication troupe. It's mostly because the listener (but would be reader) aka James's partner is stubborn and a tad cynical; the reason for that is a secret! I really find James adorable in this fic because he genuinely likes them and would show it in the sweetest way.

Despite being the way James is, he's actually insecure and needs affirmation. A part of his character we saw a glimpse of in the audio of him leaving for project meridian. I cried when I wrote the scene for this.

Childhood friends to lovers AU (but can still be in the canon line)

I've mentioned back then about James proposing to his partner when they were kids with a toy ring. Then when they got older, his partner was the one who proposed to James. Their engagement ring was designed to be like a vine wrapped around their finger with some of the leaves are replaced aquamarines cut like them. The main gem is an emerald.

TBH this one isn't limited to this category because I imagine James to be someone who's very affectionate. Part of the reason why his partner never assumed anything when James started getting bolder (he was too nervous to confess so he took the i'll-show-you-my-feelings route) which was just him going from holding hands most of the time to having an arm around their shoulder and taking advantage of their sitting arrangement by falling asleep on their shoulder or lap.

While their telepathic link is what grounds his partner, it's physical touch for James. They've created a signal to when they want James to go inside their head but can't outright say it: staring at him then winking with their left eye followed by the right one.

Not a recurring one nor do I use it often but I wanted to bring back the headcanon nicknames I made for James and his partner. James being 'chipmunk' and his partner as 'munchkin'. The nickname for James is because he used to stuff his cheeks full while eating (which his partner found extremely adorable hence the name). He only started calling them 'munchkin' when he started growing taller than them (as payback to the nickname he got from them). Regardless if you're family or a close friend, using the nicknames they made for each other is a big no-no!

Even with the end of this day count, I won't stop posting about my headcanons for this couple. I've made up so much with only two audios of James and his partner, imagining what I can do with a new one has me giddy! Also thanking the people who've been with me during this journey of waiting for a James audio <3

[ririchurl]

talking body

A David and Angel Oneshot

Summary: The fated first meeting but in an alternate universe. Also just Angel drooling for David.

On the 20th of August, an idea came to my mind. After four months of sitting in my google docs, I am pleased to announce that the band au is finally done and published on AO3. Link here! Any form of support and appreciation are welcome and valued greatly ( ◡̀_◡́)

Tags: Meet Cute, Band AU (Alternate Universe), No Powers AU Content: Implied Sexual Activities, Profanities, Slightly Aggressive speech, Alcoholic beverages (but no one gets drunk) Note: Inspired from the song 'Talking Body' by Tove Lo and tiktok video of Christian Locke playing it on his electric guitar. Also, I have no adequate knowledge about music, instruments, and bands so.. pardon for the headache I may cause for those who know and/or play instruments and/or in a band. All I got is the things I saw from Scott Pilgrim and internet stuff. Dividers: @cafekitsune

To say the sight before them is the most glorious thing they have laid their eyes on would be an understatement.

How could something, no, someone, drive their brain to create the most obscene thoughts while making them want to drop down on their knees and worship the person in front of them? If they weren’t already, figuratively.

Babe and Sweetheart had been inviting them for months to go and see their boyfriends’ band play, and it was about time Angel accepted the offer. Well, now that they had a very well-deserved break from work, they really could.

But what made their invitation sound suspiciously exciting was their frequent insinuation that Angel would definitely enjoy the show. They had a feeling the two were talking about a completely different show from the band's performance.

Though they were quick to realize that they should have asked for detailed directions on how to get to the venue, seeing that they have been struggling to find the bar or any sign that could lead them to it.

Angel’s excitement got the better of them because they declined Babe’s invitation to go together and simply took note of the name of the bar. So, the sight of them standing at the side of a busy sidewalk while hoping that Babe and Asher or Sweetheart and Milo weren’t too busy getting in each other’s pants to notice the calls and messages Angel sent, further proved the nagging voice in their head.

The scolding was cut short when they had the misfortune of bumping into the person in front of them.

“Ow- hey! Oh. Wow..” was all that came out of Angel’s mouth when they saw the person they bumped into. If they described how the man towered over them, even with the half a step distance the two have, Angel could’ve sworn he was like a walking building with how he blocked the light from the sun. It wasn’t an exaggeration, because he really did.

But it wasn’t just his height that made Angel’s jaw drop. The man was the definition and embodiment of 'Freaking hot as hell, like what the freak?! Is he real? How can he be real??'

He took a step to the side so that he was facing them. It was evident from the expression on his face that he was asking for an explanation, or maybe an apology. But Angel decided to feign innocence and replied with wide eyes, pouted lips, and a slow shake of their head, silently asking: What?

“Just watch where you’re going.” he grumbled, then walked away.

In their defense, Angel would if they knew where they were going. They definitely should have asked for directions.

The buzz they felt on their hand was their saving grace. So was the panting and strained voice at the other end of the call.

”Hey! Sorry, I was, uh, yeah! Realized you.. mmf- you, uh, didn’t know.. how to get- fuck right there..- and need directions?”

“Yeah.. sorry. I didn’t mean to bother your quality time with Asher.” Angel teased, with a hand partially covering their face that winced with embarrassment.

”Your presence is actually a welcome one with its effect on my baby.. Didn’t know you were an exhibitionist, babe; shit’s so tight! Ah- Hey! No kicking!”

Definitely not in a sexual way was Asher making Angel feel better, with his laughter being one of those kinds that would make anyone laugh along or smile at the sound of it. It was enough to calm their nerves and fear of getting lost in the crowd of bystanders on a Friday night.

However, it did not make them feel any better about having to go through that interaction. They had nothing against voyeurism, and it wasn’t anywhere near as mortifying as walking in your parents getting it down. But they didn’t see how hearing their best friend get railed by their boyfriend could bring them anything but amusement with a healthy dose of shame. 

But the world must be using its mystical force on them because they haven’t even taken more than twenty steps, not that they were counting, since Angel bumped into someone again. Before either of them could let out an apology, though another grumble would be expected from the stranger, Angel recognized him as the person from earlier, and the man seemed to remember them too.

"Why are you following me?"Angel straightened their back back and raised their chin to properly meet his gaze then replied, "I'm not. Why would I follow you?"

"It's none of your damn business why someone might follow me around." His eyes narrowed at them before he continued, "So, what do you want?"

"Your name and phone number, that's for sure." they immediately covered their mouth when their brain registered what they just said. His face was too distracting and the thought just slipped out!

For someone who made an impression of being a very serious person, Angel didn’t think the man would take them up on their request for his phone number. But there it was. His hand motioning them to do something.

A sharp pain came from their forehead when the man gave it a quick flick with his fingers. Angel hissed, aggressively soothed their forehead, and glared. They were indeed daydreaming.

Curse their lack of sense of danger. Curse his beautiful face.

They quickly ran to catch up to him, then slowed down once they were right next to him and matched his pace. Angel received an unexpectedly gentle body bump from the huge man, and was that a chuckle? Their ears might have been playing with them, but the idea of hearing him laugh and  seeing him smile gave them more motivation to continue the conversation and maybe add a little bit of teasing.

A huff from the man was heard as he approached the mic, still giving Asher a glare before accepting the guitar from him.

“Alright.. Tonight, we’re going with something different.” When the last syllable dropped from his mouth, the drummer landed a beat that continued into a groove.

The hot stranger from earlier—well, now that they knew his name, it was only right that they would be addressing him by it. David strummed his guitar and introduced himself as tonight’s lead guitarist, an implication that led Angel to believe that it’s not his usual position, which was supported by the flash of memory where Asher mentioned that he was the band’s lead guitarist.

He continued with the introductions by mentioning the remaining band members one by one and what instrument they were playing.

Every fiber of their being was screaming at them to pull him down by his shirt, to wrap their arms around his neck, or to hold onto his shoulder. To take any action just to have a taste of the man in front of them. To get any proof that he's real.

The fact that he’s accompanying Asher in singing wasn’t helping in getting them out of the trance he put them in. For a band that was well-balanced, all they could see and hear was him. His singing was similar to the bass guitar played by Milo, in the way that its presence may be subtle but one that was vital for their music.

For the second time on that day, David had them wishing this wasn’t a dream.

If it wasn't the unknown force of the world teasing them, then David must have an idea of their attraction towards him. Because why in the big blueberry that is called Earth, did they choose this as their starting song?

wanna read the rest? you can find the full work on AO3! here's link for the continuation (｡•̀ᴗ-)✧

[ririchurl]

feelings that fizzle like soda

An Asher & David Fic

Synopsis: Despite being a gossip collector (and distributor), Asher knew how to keep his secrets. But how long can he hide his feelings when the bubble starts growing and the inevitability of it from popping nears?

Contents: Friends to Lovers, Angst if you squint but it's really light-hearted stuff

A/N: I had an idea that wouldn't fit in the Asher and David fic that's in my drafts so why not turn it into a separate oneshot?

He was better off when he didn't acknowledged his feelings. But Amanda and Milo had to tease him about. They just had to put meaning behind everything he does with David. And somehow when the two of them do it, it doesn't mean anything.

Friends can hang an arm around each other's shoulder.

Friends can wear each other’s clothes. Even if it's just the one party wearing the other's.

Friends can hold hands when walking or sitting next to each other. Just moral support to ease the nerves!

But little by little, the line between platonic and romantic was blurring. Asher started to want things that someone shouldn't think of doing with their friend. The fear of crossing a boundary is the only thing preventing him from acting on these thoughts.

Because you wouldn't normally want to your best friend on the lips, right?

You don't get jealous when he talks about asking someone out or how their date went. You should be supportive, giving advice, or thinking of something that's not about sabotaging their growing relationship.

The battle between jealous and bottled up feelings is fierce. One that Asher was failing to cover up. On one hand, it wasn't David that noticed the uneasiness in him which is a great thing, really. Considering the growing feelings are directed at him. And on the other, he has yet to decide whether or not it's a good thing that Amanda and Milo were the pair that confronted him.

"Why not just tell the guy?"

Yeah, bad. Definitely bad.

Asher would've preferred if they teased him about it or invalidated his feelings. If they had, his feelings wouldn't go haywire like this. He kicked a rock off the pavement which did little to lower his frustration. Or was it anticipation? Hope?

To be honest, he'd thank both of them for not trampling over his feelings. There was the underlying fear of rejection from his loved ones once they knew about whatever he's going through. There's one other person he could talk to about this without fear of judgement but that person isn't supposed to know anything about his situation.

So, why the hell was David waiting him in his room, looking like he wants to throttle Asher?

Honestly this is a prank on me too. And my best attempt at one too. Happy April Fools, I guess? This might be advance for others but nevermind that LMAO

[ririchurl]

"Pays to be Alpha"

A David and Angel Oneshot

This is very impromptu and poorly edited. I just had to let out how crazy the thought of how rich David Shaw is for me. Tags: Domestic Fluff? Romance? Mention of Asher, Baaabe, Milo, and Christian

"Davey.. this is too much.." That was an understatement.

When they invited David to go out shopping with them because Christian and Milo were busy with their personal affairs, this was the last thing they expected from him.

For someone who values efficiency, he wasted a lot of time trying to get out of coming with them because he didn't like idea. The fight David put up earlier was futile seeing that was enjoying it as much as Angel was.

Despite what other people thought, David had a variety of clothing in his closet other than his work hoodies, pants, gym clothes, the leather jacket Asher gave him, and a few plain t-shirts. Though some of his outfits can be seen as simple, Angel knew that David liked dressing up.

It was during the slightly early weeks of dating him that they realized that, so Angel sent him a message with a hint of what they were going to wear on the date they were having on the very next day. Rather than a habit, it became an unverbalized agreement between the two of them to match clothes.

Before the shopping trio they formed with Christian and Milo, David was already there to help in giving insights about their outfits. It would've been helpful if he wasn't so in love with them and ended every comment with a 'You look great in everything.'

But this was still way too much. It was overboard. They might as well have bought the stores they went into!

David had already gone back to their car three times to load up the bags. Yes, some of them came from expensive brands, but in their defense, some of it was David's!

As impressive and adorable the sight of him having both of his arms covered by the multiple paper bags he was carrying, this was getting out of hand. Though Angel wasn't going to lie and say that they didn't appreciate the gesture or weren't enjoying themselves, because they sure as hell were having the time of their life.

Even with the advantage of their engagement and planning the double wedding, both of them still had work that separated them from their usual evening routine because of late night security jobs and overtimes at the office. The younger version of Angel would've felt guilty at the thought of spending so much money on clothes, but they had David now.

Well, it sounds wrong when they say that their fiancé was the one paying for their clothes. And that's definitely not why they're with David. He knows that. He was the one who reminded them of that.

"Cooking for us, planning for our future, buying you clothes or whatever you want and need are just my own ways of showing how much I love you and your importance in my life. And no, I'm not trying to make you stay by giving you these things. You've shown and told me about how you feel about me very clearly, and I don't doubt that."

"Spoiling with me with all those clothes, agreeing to eat here, and now PDA? Who are you and what did you do with my fiancé?" they laughed and slapped his shoulder when he pocked their sides.

He leaned down and whispered to their ear, "At least this way, I can manage the things you're buying. Unlike when you're out with Christian and Milo, or Asher and his mate." They scoffed, unable to hide their smile, "Manage? Uh huh. Suuuuure."

"What's that supposed to mean, menace?"

They pinched and wiggled his nose then left a peck on the tip of it before saying, "Sure means sure, big guy."