#i do!!!!

trick or treaters!!! hello!!! i wish i had full sized candy bars to offer but instead I have this: half a bonus scene I wrote (and haven't edited) for you bring me closer to god, aka when rookie year is on tour :)

also might finish this one day!

Gimme Gimme More

He steps to the edge of the stage, toes nearly broaching the lip, and looks down at the crowd. Oscar could touch him, if he wanted to. Has touched him, like this. Rather, he's been touched.

"We're not a cover band," Lando smiles, toying with the microphone cord – wrapping it around his finger like a teenage girl on the phone. "But I know what you like," His voice drops a little, not quite a croon, not quite a whine, but entirely enough to make the crowd still.

Lando falls to his knees, the motion practiced. Familiar. He wants the audience to guess why, wants them to see the innocent flutter of his lashes, wants them to see the way his hips bounce on his heels one too many times to be unintentional.

The girls in front of him, the girls directly to Oscar's side, stare up at Lando like he's their god – eyes sparkling, lips parted, hanging onto his every breath.

Oscar knows what comes next, sees Alex and George flashing each other the look they always do when Lando chooses to intro the song this way.

"And I want you to like me," He nearly begs, and Oscar hears the girls gasp; one of them brushes up against his shoulder. Lando pulls the mic away from his mouth for a moment, leaning forward the mere inches it takes to be face to face with the girls, cord-entangled hand reaching forward to gently tilt one of their chins up.