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writetomyheart2024-05-05 11:00 pm
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This was meant to devolve into smut but I ran out of time to polish it up.
Taiga X Hokuto; Pg; ~200 words
He kind of wished the couch would just swallow him. The only consolation was that Hokuto looked just as uncomfortable.
Taiga sighed and reached for the bottle on the table, taking a swig directly from the bottle seeing as his duplicitous bandmates had neglected to leave them with any glasses - probably intentionally.
For a few moments the overwhelming smoke of neat bourbon overtook his senses, chased by the burn in the back of his throat. He slammed the bottle back down with a hacking cough, already regretting his decision as warmth spread out through his chest.
His attention was called back to their predicament by Hokuto clearing his throat, but when he turned to look over at him, Hokuto just raised an eyebrow.
"Should we just do it?" Hokuto asked, voice quiet, somewhere between resigned and exasperated. Taiga couldn't quite believe his ears and it must have shown in his expression because Hokuto frowned and clarified. "Talk. That's what they said right, they're not letting us out of here until we talk it out..."
Taiga felt the heat flushing his face and pouted, unwilling to admit even to himself that he'd been almost hopeful. "Well you didn't word it very well." He huffed. "They did also suggest we could fuck it out..."
"Isn't that how we ended up here?" Hokuto offered awkwardly and Taiga hid his surprise at Hokuto's directness by reaching for the bottle again. Hokuto hummed, smile chagrined. "Maybe that's how we ended up here."
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Taiga X Hokuto; Pg; ~200 words
He kind of wished the couch would just swallow him. The only consolation was that Hokuto looked just as uncomfortable.
Taiga sighed and reached for the bottle on the table, taking a swig directly from the bottle seeing as his duplicitous bandmates had neglected to leave them with any glasses - probably intentionally.
For a few moments the overwhelming smoke of neat bourbon overtook his senses, chased by the burn in the back of his throat. He slammed the bottle back down with a hacking cough, already regretting his decision as warmth spread out through his chest.
His attention was called back to their predicament by Hokuto clearing his throat, but when he turned to look over at him, Hokuto just raised an eyebrow.
"Should we just do it?" Hokuto asked, voice quiet, somewhere between resigned and exasperated. Taiga couldn't quite believe his ears and it must have shown in his expression because Hokuto frowned and clarified. "Talk. That's what they said right, they're not letting us out of here until we talk it out..."
Taiga felt the heat flushing his face and pouted, unwilling to admit even to himself that he'd been almost hopeful. "Well you didn't word it very well." He huffed. "They did also suggest we could fuck it out..."
"Isn't that how we ended up here?" Hokuto offered awkwardly and Taiga hid his surprise at Hokuto's directness by reaching for the bottle again. Hokuto hummed, smile chagrined. "Maybe that's how we ended up here."
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Ohh I hadn't seen this fic earlier! Anyway, I'm lucky I did now because its' GOOD! 🤩 I want to read more of it SO BAD. I mean...
"They did also suggest we could fuck it out..."
"Isn't that how we ended up here?"
You should see my face when I read their words. It must have been something like this: "👀👀👀😌😌😌" I want to know both, what happened before this moment, and also what will happen next!
Thank you for writing and sharing! ❤️