second hand smoke and the glass on the street
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III pouts again. “Why are you so weird lately? Weirder than normal,”
II simply stares out at the city outline. What comes out of his mouth next is more so him thinking out loud- but he also doesn’t stop himself. “You don’t call me pretty,” he says, quietly.
III, instead of asking have you lost your mind?! Or, what’s wrong with you, why would you say that? No, instead he stares back at him. “Do… Do you want me to call you pretty?”
II doesn’t answer that. “You never took me on a date. You take the other two. Not me,”
Again, III just stares. “…. Do you want me to take you on a date?”
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III would love the hell out of II. So would Vessel and IV, but II has to let them.Series
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A little-known fact that Vessel loves to exploit (fucker) is that II can’t hold his wine. Red wine, specifically.
Beer?
Sure, no problem.
Whiskey?
Any day.
White wine?
Iffy…
But red wine?
Nope.
No.
Goes right to his fucking head.
And Vessel loves it.
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On movie night, Vessel shows II how much he really fucking loves him. And how much he loves his red wine stained lips.
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II begins dozing on his bed, giant headphones on, when III pokes his head in, simply staring at II until the drummer shivers under the feeling of being watched and he jerks awake, staring quizically at III. The bassist has an odd pout on his pretty face, eyes downcast, and II’s sleepy eyes focus on him immediately and he sits up, worried something is wrong with his boy.
“Hey- what’s up? What’s wrong, baby?” II asks, but III just sighs, still leaning on the doorframe.
“Nothin’…” he muffles into the wood.
II raises a brow. That’s convincing.
“Come on, cherub. What’s on your mind?” II asks softly, his hand going to III’s chin to tilt his head back. The red hair slips off his hair and his blue, curious eyes are wide, staring at II intently.
“I wanna… feel pretty,” III says softly.
II frowns. “You are pretty.”
III sighs and shakes his head. “ ‘m not pretty like Vess or IVy. They’re beautiful. You’re beautiful. I’m not,”
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III is experiencing insecurities and II is determined to fix it, and remind him just how perfect he is.Series
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“Ya know what you should do tonight? You should fuck me in my sleep,”
III says it so casually while sitting on the floor playing with Scruff, that IV spews tea out of his mouth on the counter and has to spend a full minute gagging to clear his throat.
“Come again?!” The guitarist croaks, turning to face III who is on the floor looking sweetly at him, the damn, angry cat in his lap.
With a tilt of his head, the red hair spills off his shoulders and he grins at him fully. “Fuck me in my sleep!”
IV just blinks at him. And no, IV didn’t mishear him.
III has asked IV to do it for him.In fact, he asked it so damn casually, in comparison to the tea that came out of IV’s nose as he was leaning against the counter and heard it.
“Jesus Christ- fuck, my nose- can you- one more time- what did you just say?! Repeat that,” IV says, relatively calmly and quietly for someone who potentially just lost the use of his nostrils by inhaling the scalding tea II had made him.
III is sitting on the ground, long legs sprawled out as he smiles up way too damn innocently for someone who just asked such a thing.
He pouts now.
“Fuck me. In my sleep. Please,”
Jesus.
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II and IV have a night to themselves with Vessel and III on a road trip. IV makes soup, II puts on 'Jaws', and II falls asleep. IV is all to eager to remind his little love just how lovely he thinks he is.
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