burnt espresso on your tongue
by effervescentlies
Summary:
There are a lot of things George hates about the new barista, Dream:
1. He sucks at brewing espresso.
2. He's, like, distractingly hot, in the way that makes George want to slam his head into the espresso machine.
3. He's got a thing for using pick-up lines on customers — and George.
The worst part is, the pick-up lines are starting to work. George wants to kiss him. He hates it.
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to live for the hope of it all
twostorms
In the space of only a few seconds while George holds an internal debate, Dream suddenly goes quiet after George hears the telltale sound of a phone vibrating on a desk. He hears Dream typing what sounds like a short message, but then after a few moments, he types some more.
George knows he shouldn’t ask.
“Who’re you talking to?”
or; George has always hated the idea that he needs to share Dream's attention.
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Truth or Dare
jealous!Georg Listing fluff fic ★
summary: you’re playing truth or dare with the rest of Tokio Hotel at Georg’s house, and something goes awry!
content warnings: kissing Tom (jk, ily Tom {but obviously Georg has to be jealous of something})
Bill clears his throat, “Okay, okay, truth or dare?”
You hum nervously as the rest of the band look at you with anticipation. “…Dare.” You finally answer. Gustav snickers and a cheeky smile creeps up Bill’s face.
“I dare you to… kiss Tom.” He says, giggling. You roll your eyes and look to Tom, who shrugs. Leaning forward, Georg glares at the two of you. Jealousy and envy bubbling up as he watches silently. Your lips meet Tom’s, and you have to admit, he’s a good kisser. It’s clear to you why he is able to make so many girls fawn over him after just one peck. Pulling away slowly, you chuckle too.
“Damn, Tom, I can see why you’re such the romancer.” You comment sarcastically. Tom playfully elbows his twin brother for even giving you a dare like that.
“Alright, alright, it’s your turn to dare someone,” Bill says to you. You nod.
“Okay, Georg, Truth or—“ You cut yourself off when you look over to where Georg was sitting, only to see he wasn’t there at all. “Georg?”
“He left.” Gustav says softly. “Huh… weird.” You mumble. Bill chuckles, “Very.”
“Just dare some one else.” Tom says. You agree reluctantly and ask Gustav instead.
“Gustav, truth or dare?” You ask.
“Truth.” He says.
Tom groans, “You can’t pick truth every time.”
“Yes I can.” Gustav hisses back. The two begin to bicker, but you don’t pay much mind to it. Now, Georg is at the forefront of your mind. Why’d he leave? In the beginning of the game, he was a bit skeptical, but you thought he’d begun to get into the rhythm of it, the fun of it.
Bill cuts off his twin and his bandmate’s childish arguing and insists that you just ask Gustav his truth.
“Okay… Is it true that you’re a virgin?” You ask. Gustav goes beet red and clenches his fists.
“I hate this game.” He says sheepishly. Gustav groans as he moves to leave, but not before he playfully pushes Tom’s arm and calls him a Schweinehund. Now it’s just you and the Kaulitz twins.
“Well then, I guess that’s that for truth or dare.” Bill sighs. The three of you part ways and you decide to find Georg.
Lo and behold, he was in his room with his bass tucked to his abdomen. He’s looking down at his bass guitar with a deep concentration, plucking one of the strings at times. You lean against the wall and softly knock on it. He flicks his head up to you and his expression hardens a bit.
“What’s up..?” You ask. He rolls his neck and continues to play his bass guitar silently. You walk forward slowly and sit on his bed beside him.
“Is Tom a good kisser?” He finally asks, not averting his gaze from his guitar still.
You hesitate to answer. What was he getting at? “He was… okay.” You say, deciding that was your safest answer.
He nods and after a moment, sets his guitar to his other side. His head hangs low and he sighs. “You like him?” He asks, now just barely looking at you. You shake your head and he furrows his brows. “Really?” He questions skeptically. You now nod. With a soft sigh you place your hand on top of his. Georg looks up at you with a softer, more confused expression. You give his hand a gentle squeeze and a he smiles softly.
“I.. have my eyes on.. a different band member..” You mutter with a smile. He chuckles in disbelief. You lean in slowly, pressing your lips to his and kissing him. His free hand comes up to gently cup your cheek. Running your fingers through his hair, he lets out a small groan. You pull away with a smile. His cheeks are flushed and he’s looking at you like you’re the heavens and the earth.
“I’m sorry for ruining the game…” He says with wide eyes.
“No, no, no,” You coo, “It would’ve been over within a few rounds anyway.” Rolling your eyes he chuckles.
He sheepishly asks, “So.. does this mean we’re…?”
“Dating?” You ask.
Georg nods, “Yes.”
“We are.” You answer surely as you lean in to kiss him again.
In the doorway to your back, the rest of the band silently cheer. Tom turns to his twin brother. “You did good.” He whispers.
“I knew it’d work.” Bill whispers back. They silently give each other a small fist-bump.
Gustav shakes his head, “I wouldn’t have agreed to this if I knew I’d get asked that kinda question.” He grumbles.
Tom and Bill silently chuckle as Bill silently ushers Gustav away from the door way. “Oh hush, virgin.” Tom says with a roll of his eyes.
deine, kirsche. ✮
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late spring
towerofthegods
It's not that Dream is jealous -- it's just that he's been thinking about it. George, and men, and kissing. It's just that he's been wondering what it might be like: to kiss a guy, to kiss a friend, to kiss George. He's been wondering and hoping, privately, that it might be something he's allowed to do, too.
or; it's the hours between night and morning, and Dream wants to know more.
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