dancing with mysta and luca. ( + mysta drabble bc i’m biased )
luca — in the rain, both of you get sick after but lucas silly antics will always win your heart over, again and again— you can’t fall in love harder than this. his speaker is malfunctioning after a few minutes from the penetration from the rain, but he still sings a long without a tune, swaying you to the beat of his heart.
mysta — ballroom dancing. may seem out of character but he’s a sucker for that cheesy romance, and while he steps in your feet and feels shy, he gets the hang of it. he’ll wanna give up due to embarrassment, but don’t let him. be a patient teacher and be gentle with his heart.
“cmon! i’ll teach you.”
“i’m no good, it’s okay..” he tried shaking you off, but you had a tight gorilla-grip pussy hold on him. “i’ll probably step on your feet anywyas.” mysta only chuckles, turning down your invitation. you huff. “that’s why i’m teaching you! get up, stupid.”
you set his hands with yours, as your hand settles on his waist, taking the lead. you look down and nudge his feet into placement, let him follow with a stumble as you drag him back a step with your conjoined hands.
you set him into a repeating rhythm, stepping in a square pattern to a waltz melody you hummed. back one, to the left, to the front, and to the right, making a square. his chest pulled up to yours, you watched as his eyelashes fluttered looking down at his feet, awkward laughs and nervous stumbles hinted his embarrassment.
“..this is stupid.” he mutters. you laugh, and press your chest to his and lean on him.
“i don’t think it’s stupid. and you’ve been unconsciously waltzing with me without looking down.”
“wait, wha—?!”
you feel a sharp pain in your foot.
you laugh, and you spin his stupid clown feet into a kiss, giggling lips against his.
