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Ich hätte gerne eine Frau

Pairing: Till Lindemann / Richard Kruspe Warnings: cross-dressing, Dicke Titten - AU Word Count: 7.577 Summary: Everyone knows that Till wants to fall in love again. Richard is already in love with him, but there’s a small problem. Till only likes women. Paul has a 'brilliant' idea. Author's Note: Since a lot of people like this on AO3, I thought I could post it here. I hope you like it! <3 Link (if posted on AO3): https://archiveofourown.org/works/40752312

♪

“What got you in such a bad mood tonight?” Schneider asks, from where he sits on the large couch. Till is sitting next to him, looking like he’d rather be anywhere than here. Till shrugs and almost seems to pout.

“He’s still angry that he couldn’t find a girl yesterday at the party,” Paul answers easily for Till and he snickers. Till’s pout grows bigger and Richard has to hastily look away. That mouth should be forbidden, really.

“Really? Man I mean with the way you always drool on their chests, I’m not surprised,” Schneider answers and this time he’s laughing too. Even Olli on the couch next to them snorts into his beer, only Flake shakes his head at those big kids.

“Maybe next time try not to touch them without asking,” Flake says, voice flat.

“Not my fault. I can’t see them and I miss some nice breasts,” Till says and Richard sighs quietly, before he gets up from his seat next to Paul. He’d need another beer for this conversation.

Richard knows that everyone’s eyes are probably following him, besides Till’s. It’s not exactly a secret that Richard has been crushing on Till for years, but he’d never acted on it and why would he anyway?

The earth is round. Water is wet. Till loves women.

“You okay?” Paul whispers, when Richard comes back. Richard nods shortly, he doesn’t really want to talk about it while Till is still sitting in his living room.

“What about Richard, he’s also still single. Maybe you could all annoy him,” Till says then and he actually looks over. Richard stares into his gray and dull eyes. He misses the sparkle in those eyes sometimes. But Till is still the most perfect individual in his eyes.

Richard sighs again. It’s hopeless.

“I’m single because I wanna be single,” Richard stays stiffly and everyone around him starts to laugh. Richard is glad that at least Till can’t see how badly he’s blushing by now. He hates it to be in the spotlight like this.

“Sure tell yourself that,” Schneider feixes and Richard kicks him against his shin. Schneider swears at that and even manages to spill some beer on himself. Richard smiles all sweetly at him.

“Do I have to remind you that just yesterday I managed to get two numbers from two girls?” Richard asks and Schneider rolls his eyes. Olli’s smile is soft, while Flake’s smile turns a bit sad. He had seen how Richard had thrown the numbers away.

“But don’t you wanna be in love?” Till asks then and he sounds as if it’s hurting him that Richard is still alone. Richard almost shrugs his shoulders, but he knows Till can’t really see that, so he thinks about an answer that’s not too obvious.

Damn these old men and their need to talk about their feelings all the time.

“I do, but maybe… I��m waiting for someone special,” Richard answers and he can feel himself smile against his will. He knows that he found his special someone already, even though nothing would come out of it, he’s glad that Till is in his life.

That he’s allowed to call him his best friend.

“You were always a hopeless romantic,” Till laughs then and the other guys join in with laughter. Now it’s Richard’s turn to pout at those stupid idiots.

There had been a time where Richard had thought he’d found the perfect relationship, but something had always been wrong and soon enough he had been alone again.

Richard is a perfectionist, he’s a workaholic, he never does as he’s told. Yeah he’s probably a handful. He remembers his last girlfriend who had been jealous of his damn guitar, just because he couldn’t go anywhere without her.

And then there were those thoughts about his best friend. Richard doesn’t even remember when it had first started. It seems like he's been crushing on him for more than twenty years. Too late to do anything about it anyway.

“Hey Till, you know I’ve got a cousin that would be perfect for you,” Paul says then and Richard looks back down to his beer. It’s already getting late and he’s got work tomorrow, he actually hoped the guys would leave soon.

“Really? What does she look like?” Till asks and Flake rolls his eyes again. Sometimes Richard wonders if they’d get stuck like this.

“Blonde long hair, nice lips. Big eyes. Huge boobs,” Paul says and Richard frowns at him, when Paul is looking so weirdly at him. Till actually slaps his thigh at that and it reminds Richard of the old days, when they still had tried to become famous with their stupid band. Back then Till had always slapped his thigh and knees so badly.

He smiles at the memory.

“Sounds perfect to me. I wanna meet her,” Till says and Richard gets up to start with the dishes. He tries to tune out the conversation as best as he can. No need for him to be sad over another relationship that would Till start. It always went like this.

He needed to stop to pine after Till each time the man was single. He knows he’s just embarrassing himself at this point.

“Sure thing, I’ll see when she’s got time,” Paul answers and then Schneider yawns so loudly that they all start to laugh again. Maybe Richard should take their beers away.

“Okay time for bed, you want me to bring you home?” Schneider asks towards Till, who nods. It’s always easier for Schneider to take Till with him since they live right next to each other. Olli and Flake get up as well.

“Aren’t you coming, Paulchen?” Schneider asks, when Paul stays on his seat.

“Nah I wanna stay with my guitar husband for a little while longer,” Paul says and Richard can’t help but grin. It’s an old joke between them and everyone always groans at that. Paul is happily married, but he loves to rile the guys up with it every damn time.

“Alright, I’ll see you idiots next week,” Flake says and with another wave he’s already out of the door. Olli shakes his head, smiling, but he offers at least a short handshake before he follows Flake into the night.

“It was nice, I’ve missed you,” Till says when he slowly comes over and hugs Richard. They meet up weekly at Richard’s or Till’s place but last week Richard had been too sick to come. Richard smiles and he feels how his cheeks heat up.

“Me too,” Richard whispers back. Till even leans over and tries to kiss Richard’s cheek. He almost catches his mouth in a kiss, but Richard turns away, so he wouldn’t make a mistake. The kiss on the cheek is appreciated anyway.

“See you next Saturday,” Till says and then he briefly hugs Paul and even runs his fingers through Paul’s hair, while Paul whines at that. Richard shakes his head and then hugs Schneider.

It’s quiet when they are both gone and Richard wonders what exactly Paul wants from him now that everyone is gone. He lets Paul figure out how to start the conversation and continues with his dishes.

Luckily he’s got an open kitchen towards the living room. He always likes to cook for his friends and he’s glad he’s able to talk to them while cooking. It comes in favor in moments like this as well.

“So I have a great idea,” Paul says and he sits down at the bar in front of Richard’s kitchen.

“You know everytime you say something like this, somebody gets hurt. And it’s almost all the damn time that I’m the one who gets hurt. So no, thank you,” Richard says and he rinses another beer glass.

“Are you still mad that I burned your hair one time, like twenty years ago?” Paul whines and Richards snorts.

“It was twice and yes! My hair was fabolous back then and you ruined a wonderful night for me,” Richard snickers and Paul laughs as well.

“You’re an idiot,” Paul mutters then and Richard shrugs. That’s not exactly news.

They sit together in dead silence before Paul sighs loudly. Once. And then again.

“Okay fine! Tell me your brilliant idea then,” Richard says and throws his towel onto the bar next to him. Paul’s smile turns almost dangerous and Richard knows he has already made a mistake.

“Well as you heard I want Till to meet my cousin,” Paul says and Richard nods.

“Yeah, thanks again for that. I didn’t need to hear that Till would get fucked next week,” Richard says and Paul snickers. He’s not even ashamed, even though he knows about Richard’s crush.

Richard isn’t sure if he should be offended.

“I don’t have a cousin. At least not a female one,” Paul says and Richard isn’t sure if he understands.

“So?”

“So we’ll make you into my cousin! You can go on a date with Till and finally stop crying about your undying love for him. Win win!” Paul seems rather excited and Richard rubs over on ear, he isn’t sure he heard that right.

“What?”

“Don’t play stupid! You understood me,” Paul says and there’s that damn whine again.

“I’m pretty sure that you saw my dick before, Landers, there’s no way I’m going to pass as a female in Till’s eyes. You know that I support any woman but I don’t wanna be a woman,” Richard says and Paul nods.

“Yeah and I admit it’s a nice dick.”

“Not my point, but thanks,” Richard answers and Paul laughs loudly.

“Come on. You know that I can get you a nice wig from my hairdressing salon. And we can surely get you a nice dress or something. You could at least get a nice evening and a kiss or something,” Paul explains and Richard can feel himself agreeing already.

Even though it’s a stupid idea.

“He’d laugh at me,” Richard whispers.

“No he would never. Just try it, maybe it’ll get you over him or maybe you can make him finally fall in love with you,” Paul says and for some stupid reason Richard agrees.

Paul holds out his hand and Richard takes it.

He knows he’s fucked.

But what does it matter at this point?

♪

“This will never work out,” Richard says six days later, when Paul had already closed his hairdressing salon and looks for a suitable wig.

Sometimes Richard remembers all their dreams. They had wanted to become a famous band but somehow that didn’t really work out. Now he’s cooking in the restaurant of this small town while his friends all got normal jobs as well. He has to admit he likes this life as well.

“Shut up. I’m doing you a huge favor here,” Paul says and he walks over with a long blond wig. It does look very nice and also very expensive.

“I knew I shouldn’t have listened to you,” Richard says, but he stays in the damn seat, while Paul tries the wig out. It’s way too long and Paul shakes his head, walking back to the back of the shop.

“Hey, I mean at least he won’t really see you,” Schneider says to his right. Richard rolls his eyes at the damn joke, because that was just tasteless. Schneider holds up another makeup brush. .

“Why would I even need make-up?” Richard complains, but he knows that Paul and Schneider won’t make him look ugly. They both can do their jobs, otherwise they would be jobless by now.

“It’s not like you wear nail polish every day already, so shut up and look towards me,” Schneider says and Richard obeys. He can feel Flake and Olli staring at him, but thankfully they both stay quiet. Olli had already shown him the white and long dress that he’d bought out of his own designer shop.

Richard has to admit that the dress looks beautiful, but he’s not sure if he can actually pull it off. Flake the idiot even bought him heels out of his shoe shop down the street. Richard is scared to walk in them.

“I mean it’s your own fault for trusting an idea from Paul,” Flake speaks up now and Richard chuckles, when he hears Paul’s scandalized yelling from the back. There is a loud bang and then even more swearing.

“Flake, don’t be mean!” Paul yells back.

“I’m not being mean, I’m being honest.”

Richard focuses back on Schneider and closes his eyes. He’s not sure why he needs eyeshadow but at least it’s a pretty black one. Richard loves only three colors: red, black and white and he’s glad his look will fulfill that.

“God, he looks stunning already. How are you doing this?” Paul asks, when he comes back into the room and looks at Richard, who actually feels a bit ridiculous being stared at by his friends.

“It’s my job. Also I feel like black always looks good on him.”, Schneider says and Richard sighs a bit. He feels already exhausted and the worst part is still to come.

“Lipstick?” Schneider asks and Richard shrugs. It wouldn’t be his first time wearing some. He actually really likes to wear makeup, but he’d never done it like this.

“Go for it,” Olli says and then Richard has to pout a bit, so Schneider can put it on.

“All done.”, Schneider announces a few minutes later, when he’s satisfied with his own work. Richard finally turns around and looks back to the huge mirror he's sitting in front of.

To his own surprise he does look rather good. He can’t help but smile the tiniest bit.

“Hey, don’t fall in love with yourself!” Paul laughs, when he sees how Richard looks. Richard gives him the finger and leans closer to the mirror. Schneider really knows how to do this. Richard would need to ask him sometime about a few tricks.

Secretly. Without Paul hearing.

“Now let’s get you into the dress,” Paul says and he’s already holding it up again. Richard rolls his eyes, but he takes the dress and then goes to the back of the shop, where he can change without everyone cheering on him.

It doesn’t take long for him to change into the dress, but he isn’t sure if he feels comfortable. Yes the dress looks good, but Richard is nervous as fuck by now and he hates to feel nervous. He even sees the garter belts Paul had laid out for him. He swears but pulls it on anyway.

Never does something good happen to him when he’s this nervous, but he would try.

He even shaved his legs, armpits and chest for this. Paul had messaged him that earlier. To ‘save the deal’. Richard normally shaves his chest and armpits anyway but it had felt new to shave his legs.

What exactly did they all think Till would do to his legs?

“Richard, I wanna go home. Come out now,” Flake says and Richard chuckles. He knows they all have families to go home to. He wishes he’d share that with his friends.

Richard looks at a mirror and smiles shyly at his reflection. He has to admit that he actually likes what he sees. Yes, he loves to be a man and he likes his boys, but… but he likes this side about himself as well. Is that wrong?

Richard shakes his head.

“How do I look?” Richard asks, when he steps back into the room with the others. He’d meant to ask it as a joke, but he hears his own insecurity in his voice and against his will he can feel himself tearing up.

Why does he feel so pretty in this? And why does he feel stupid at the same time?

“Stunning,” Paul says and to Richard’s relief, Paul doesn’t seem to make a joke about it. He’s smiling his soft smile and even holds his thumbs up. Richard chuckles a bit wetly and Paul hastily holds his arms out for a hug.

“Thank you,” Richard whispers and Paul nods against his shoulder.

“Now lets finish this up, so you can finally go and meet your prince,” Paul says softly and Richard breaks the hug. The other three look very happy to see Richard like this as well.

Paul holds a new wig up and this time the hair is a bit shorter. The wig looks good and even though Richard is still not sure about all of this, he nods again and Paul helps him with a hairnet. After that it only takes a short moment and then he’s wearing the wig.

Richard can’t help his tiny smile again.

“Damn, now I kinda wanna marry you,” Schneider jokes from his seat next to Richard. He knows that he’s not serious, but Richard can’t help but feel a bit flustered at those words. He has to say he likes what he sees in the mirror.

Paul brushes his hair for a short moment and then smiles at Richard.

“Thank you,” Richard whispers.

“Oh we need something for his chest. I bought straw,” Schneider says and he picks up his bag from the floor. Richard’s eyes widen at that.

“Straw?” Richard asks, a bit bewildered.

“I didn’t have anything else at home,” Schneider says and with that he gets up and takes a step forwards to Richard. Before he can even say anything Schneider already puts the straw into his dress. It does fill out his lack of boobs, even though Richard does have a nice chest already.

“See looks good,” Schneider says and Richard sighs. It’s a lost cause anyways.

“Then let’s go! I’ll drive you to Till. And don’t forget your heels,” Paul says and he’s already grabbing his keys. The other three guys are all clapping and celebrating loudly now. Richard’s cheeks heat up. They are so embarrassing.

“Go get your tiger!” Olli.

“Be careful, Richard.” Flake.

“I’d totally fuck him like this.” Schneider.

He hates his friends. And he loves them.

♪

“Okay, here we go. I’ll bring you to the door,” Paul announces as if Richard doesn’t know Till’s house. He’s been there more often than in his own home. Richard hastily pulls his cigarettes out.

He’d actually need like twenty to calm his damn mind.

“Paul… I can’t talk! He will know it’s me, when I’m starting to talk!” Richard says then, just when he takes the first drag of his cigarette. What the fuck were they even thinking? This plan was so dumb.

“I already told Till that my cousin was shy. You don’t really have to speak. And we both know as soon as Till is on you, you really turn shy,” Paul grins at him and Richard slaps him on the arm.

“You’re an asshole,” Richard announces and then he stomps out his cigarette. He wants to get over this. It would end in a disaster anyway, but maybe his feelings would finally go away after this.

“But a pretty one,” Paul answers and then he kneels down to help Richard into the heels. Richard blushes badly.

Luckily the walk to Till’s door is very short, but Richard manages just fine. Luckily the heels are rather sturdy and not super high. He’d worn boots that were more tricky to walk in sometimes.

“Hey Till!” Paul yells, when the door opens.

Richard’s heart stops when he sees Till. He looks damn good in his white shirt and the damn Lederhosen. He’s not sure he can pull this off. He knows Till can still see a tiny bit and surely he would recognise his best friend?

“Hello my dear. Aren’t you a lovely sight?” Till says, when he seems to spot someone next to Paul. Paul chuckles loudly into Richard’s ear.

Richard can’t help the quiet giggle.

“Hi,” Richard whispers. His voice is lighter and even a bit higher than usual. He’d kill Paul later for being able to witness this. Paul’s smile turns almost mad, but he does turn around and walks back to the car.

“I wish you so much fun. Till uses condoms please,” Paul yells and with that he’s done. Richard is still standing outside the door and isn’t sure what he should do now. Till is smiling though.

“I must say your cousin can be really rude sometimes. Leaves a Lady standing outside like this. Please come inside, I managed to make us something to eat,” Till says and he steps back into his house, but he even holds the door open.

Richard hastily walks inside and looks around. It looks like always, but it seems like Till did clean a bit up. That’s a cute touch.

“Please sit down,” Till says and he even pulls the chair back so Richard can sit down on it. The table is fully laid with Till’s best dishes. Richard can already smell the nice food. When they were younger he had always tried to teach Till a few things.

“Thank you,” Richard whispers.

He does want Till to have a nice evening now. Till had told him all week how excited he’d been for this day, because it’s been so long since anyone would even agree to a simple date with him.

Richard knows that Till craves affection, even though he would never say it out loud or well at least not sober.

So Richard would behave and be the best date he could be for Till. Because that’s what his best friend deserves. Richard coughs slightly, he’d need to talk a lot higher than usual. He puts one leg over the other and sighs.

He has no idea how a lady behaves. And isn’t that though alone sexist? A girl could walk and talk how she wanted!

But Till knows his voice, so he should cover that up.

Till brings some food over to the table. It’s a simple pasta dish, but Richard knows that it’s Till’s favorite.

“Oh that looks so good, thank you,” Richard says and he hopes Till doesn’t recognize his voice. He seems safe for now, because Till doesn’t give him any weird stares or anything.

“I hope you’ll like it,” Till says.

After that it’s a bit quiet. They both eat in silence, while Richard tries to calm his racing heart down. He has no idea how to behave or what to do. His own last date has been years ago.

“So uhm Paul didn’t tell me a lot about you Ricarda,” Till starts and it’s already awkward.

Richard would murder Paul for that name.

“Oh uhm, there’s not much to tell. I’m… living a boring life to be honest,” Richard says quietly.

“I bet that’s not true. A beautiful woman like you has probably lots of adventures,” Till says and Richard giggles again. He isn’t sure what is going on with him today. He never giggled like that before!

“Wouldn’t you like to know?” Richard asks then and he leans a bit more over the table. Till uses that and puts his hand over Richard’s. He carefully strokes over his hand and Richard shudders under the touch.

“You have wonderful hands. So soft,” Till whispers and then he fully takes Richard’s hand in his own. Richard stops breathing, when Till lifts their hands and presses a short kiss to the back of Richard’s hand.

“Oh uh thank you,” Richard whispers back. Voice still so high. He’d pin it on the butterflies in his stomach later.

“So please tell me about yourself,” Till says again and Richard sighs. The next hour they talk about everything and nothing. Richard has to be super careful, so he doesn’t spill too much but there are things he never talked about with Till before and he focuses on that, even though of course he also mentions music a lot. Sue him.

“And I enjoy rainy days actually. They make me feel safe when I’m home alone. I like hearing the rain on my windows, it calms me down and I could read books all day,” Richard admits and normally he’d be embarrassed, but if Till doesn’t know it’s him he can talk about the real him.

Or at least about the part he never told anyone about.

“Yeah I share that. I write the best poems, when I’m alone and it’s raining all day,” Till admits and Richard looks up. He hadn’t known that Till was still writing poetry. He had told them all he had stopped after the band broke up.

Richard had never understood how he could so easily stop doing what he always loved. Richard and Paul often sat together to play some stupid old tunes and he knows Schneider even taught his kids to play the drums.

“You write poems?”

“Yeah, I uh… a few. Not so many anymore, but I do have a few,” Till admits and he seems a bit embarrassed. Richard wishes he could kiss him right. He always loved it whenever Till turned shy and he often did that about things he loved.

“Can you show me something?” Richard asks. He knows he won’t tell the guys about this. Till obviously didn’t want them to know, but Richard can’t help it. He’d always loved the way Till could tell stories with beautiful words that nobody else seemed to know.

“Yeah,” Till whispers and he gets up.

It doesn’t take him long to find his laptop and Till comes back to the table. Richard had already taken their empty plates and put them back into the kitchen. Till smiles all cutely at him when he realizes and expresses his thanks.

Till opens a few folders and Richards sits next to him now. He wishes he could take Till’s hand in his own hand again.

“Uhm here,” Till says and opens a document awkwardly. Richard smiles and then starts to read. The poems still have the same pain like his old song texts always had. It’s about so much hurt and love, that Richard feels like he stops breathing.

“Oh, they’re beautiful,” Richard whispers and he even strokes over the screen. The last one is called “Diamant” and Richard has to say it’s his favorite.

“They’re sad,” Till answers and Richard sighs.

“Many things are sad and beautiful at the same time,” Richard says and Till nods. Richard is sure they both could be found under that definition. He knows Till is always sad and a bit broken, but that doesn’t matter. He’s still beautiful and Richard would do anything to make him feel better.

Till deserves happiness.

Richard tries to swallow his own feelings down. He wants Till to have a wonderful date no matter what would happen between them. He knows that Till often believes that he doesn’t deserve anything good.

“Who’s your Princess of Darkness?” Richard asks then, when he sees that folder on Till’s Desktop. Till hastily closes the laptop and grins a bit embarrassed at him. Maybe it only contains porn videos.

“And old crush. Nothing to worry about,” Till says and Richard’s heart squeezes painfully in his chest. So Till does have someone that he really likes. Richard is kinda hurt, that he never knew that. They thought they were best friends.

“All good,” Richard says, but he can’t help but wonder. And worry.

“I’m glad that you’re here though, that is what matters right now. I could never resist such a beautiful woman. And since I’m almost blind I want you to know that I’m not talking about your looks, I mean this,” Till says and he pokes into Richard’s chest. Richard chuckles. Old Pervert.

“My chest?”

“Your heart!” Till says and they both start to laugh. Richard almost leans over and just kisses him. Even now he feels comfortable around Till. Sure he’s nervous but there is the same trust he always has in the man.

“You’re adorable,” Richard whispers and then Till actually leans closer. Richard can already feel his breath on his face and he smiles.

“Would I… uh can I kiss you?”

Richard smiles wider when he sees how nervous Till seems now. Richard finds it endearing, even though he knows that there’s another side to him as well. He shudders under Till’s gaze, he’d love those eyes no matter what.

“Please,” Richard whispers back, this is everything he’d ever wanted.

Till finally closes the gap between them and kisses him. Richard gasps quietly into the kiss, already opening his mouth for Till. He’s desperate, so what? Till doesn’t seem shy now either and he groans against Richard’s lips.

The kiss is as good as Richard always imagined it, but he may be a bit biased. Till’s tongue finds his own and Richard is glad that they’re still sitting otherwise he’d probably make a fool out of himself.

“Fuck,” Till mutters, when he breaks the kiss. Richard agrees.

“Do you want to take this to the bedroom?” Richard asks then because now he really has a goal. He would make Till happy whatever the cost may be. Richard’s heart would be broken either way, because he doesn’t want to pretend for the rest of his days to be something he’s not.

“You’re perfect huh?” Till laughs, but he’s getting up and takes Richard’s hand in his own. Richard hastily follows him. He has no idea how he would pull this off, but he’s always been good at faking basically anything.

“Sit down,” Richard whispers, when they’re in front of Till’s bed and Till kisses him again. Richard chuckles, when he sees that Till had cleaned here as well. There’s not even any dust anywhere.

Cheeky Bastard. Not that Richard minds. He had known that Till had this as his goal of the night.

“Bossy,” Till whispers, but he does as he’s told. Richard shudders, but he sits quietly on Till’s lap and kisses him quiet. This feels better than any of the countless dreams he’s ever had. Richard carefully wiggles a bit on his lap.

“Are you trying to kill me?” Till asks, laughing. Richard carefully opens the white shirt and carefully kisses Till’s neck.

This time Till seems to get on with the idea, because he puts his hand on Richard’s ass and squeezes him closer against himself. Richard gasps, he has to be really careful so Till doesn’t feel that he has something between his legs.

Something that feels rather interested in the turns of the night by now.

Richard is a bit surprised that Till is not really going for his chest, but he can’t help but relax a bit. He probably would know in an instant that his chest was fake. It had already been a close call when he’d touched it earlier, but there he hadn’t squeezed it or anything.

“I really wanna blow you,” Richard whispers against Till’s skin and he can feel how Till shudders at that. Richard had never done this before, but he knows that this will be his only chance.

Till groans, but he helps Richard to get his shirt out of the way. Richard hastily gets up from his lap again and he nearly adjusts himself in his underwear, until he remembers. Instead he kneels between Till’s knees.

Richard looks up at Till and for a moment they are just looking at each other.

Till blinks.

“I don’t think anyone would look hotter than you on your knees,” Till says and Richard looks down to the ground. He’s not sure what to do with words like this, when Till doesn’t even know who he is.

Till throws his shirt away now and Richard groans. Damn he’s sure Till could fill the dress out without any of the straw in it. He strokes carefully over the hot skin, while Till clearly enjoys the attention.

“Now be good for me,” Richard says and he opens Till’s trousers. It’s obvious that his hands are shaking, but Richard wants this so bad.

“I’ll do anything for you,” Till promises and that feels like too much. Richard wishes that Till would mean that promise. That they could do this more often, that he could be Till’s until they stopped breathing one day.

Richard giggles a bit when Till tries to get out his pants. He has no idea how they actually manage to pull it even down, because Till wiggles so much, but he’s laughing as well. Richard is glad that the atmosphere is still so casual.

Then finally Till pulls his underwear down and Richard groans. Till’s dick is already hard, Richard licks his lips. He really has just an idea, what to do now, but he couldn’t just chicken out now.

“FIrst time?” Till whispers, when Richard doesn’t move.

“Yeah. You must think I’m nuts,” Richard whispers, but Till shakes his head and then pulls him up for another kiss. He kisses him so softly this time, Richard is sure his heart almost jumps out of his chest.

“You don’t have to,” Till says and Richard puts his hand against Till’s cheek and strokes him there carefully. Richard knows Till is often enough just all talk. This is almost cute though.

“I want to. I’m just scared it won’t be good for you,” Richard admits, but Till carefully kisses along his neck. Richard leans closer and arches his back. Fuck he hopes he’s covered in Till’s marks tomorrow, so he could always remember this night.

“It will be good for me alone because it’s you,” Till says and Richard kisses his cheek. Who knew that Till could be such a romantic. Not that he knows this character that Richard plays, but it’s cute either way.

Richard kneels down again and this time he carefully takes Till’s cock in his own hand. It’s almost burning hot and so hard, Richard gasps.

“Fuck yeah,” Till groans above him.

Richard carefully strokes over the full length and he has to say that he really likes this feeling. He’d always wanted to know how this would feel and he’s not disappointed. Till sighs all happily, when Richard carefully rubs over the red tip.

Just when he sees that Till is closing his eyes, Richard leans forward and takes the tip into his mouth. Till almost falls off the bed, he’s that surprised, but Richard holds his hips down. Fuck he never had more power than this.

“You taste so good,” Richard whines and then he licks over the whole length, before h e dares to put more into his mouth. He carefully sucks on Till’s cock and moans around it, because fuck that is actually pretty hot.

Just as he thinks, he does know what to do, he actually chokes on Till’s dick.

Till laughs a bit and Richard pulls away to catch his breath.

“You’re doing really good,” Till says and he strokes Richard's long hair. Richard really hopes the wig will stay on otherwise he’d be fucked. And not in the fun way he wants to be fucked.

He kisses Till’s hip a few times, before he tries again. This time it works better and he can carefully swallow around Till’s cock. He doesn’t even dare to put him fully inside his mouth, instead he helps with his hand.

Richard’s own cock is aching badly by now and he wishes he could touch himself. He kinda wants to come just from sucking Till’s cock but he’s sure that won’t happen. If he could at least hump against something…

Just then he carefully licks over Till’s tip again.

“Richard,” Till moans softly and Richard’s heart flutters. He can’t believe this is happening, this is what he had always dreamed about and -

Wait.

Richard?

Richard hastily sits up again and wipes over his mouth. This couldn’t be true. He looks into Till’s eyes, he sees the smirk on his face.

“Uh uhm…,” Richard doesn’t even know what to say and isn’t that a first for him.

“Don’t get mad, ok sweetheart?” Till says and he sits up. Richard looks away, while Till pulls up his underwear again. He’s still hard and Richard can’t help but lick over his lips. It’s too bad he couldn’t finish his job. That isn’t the problem though.

Then Richard frowns, Till knows, he feels used.

“How long?”

“What?”

“How long did you know it was me?!” Richard can’t help but yell. He hastily takes the wig off and throws it to the ground. He can see that Till is a bit surprised at his reaction, but Richard had never been more embarrassed.

“Since… since Paul called me last Saturday after he told you his plan,” Till admits and Richard gets up. He walks around the small coffee table and shakes his head. This isn’t true. He’s just dreaming all of this, no way would his friends do that to him.

“And for what… to m-make fun of me and my feelings?” Richard asks and he has to turn around. He can’t help it and he feels himself tearing up. God why had he told Paul about his feelings for Till.

“No, what? Richard, please come here again,” Till begs, but Richard can’t do anything but start to shake. They all had known how much in love he’s been with Till and they had done all of this stuff to embarrass him?

“I can’t do this,” Richard says and then he wants to leave. Even almost blind Till is still fast and he’s out of his seat in a second, only to hold Richard on his elbow.

“Richard, wait. I can explain!”

“Yeah how?”

Richard knows his voice is cold, but he’d never felt more betrayed in his life. He had thought Paul was his friend. He had thought Till was his best friend. Why would they hurt him like this on purpose?

He’d never been more embarrassed, he feels exposed and shamed.

“Paul knew that I was in love with you and he wanted… he said that you liked me too,” Till says and he looks down at his hands. Richard feels like someone knocked his breath out of him.

Because what?

“You’re… joking.”

“I’m not. I was annoying them all with my talks about you. I’ve been crazy about you for years and I never knew… you had your wife and when you didn’t… you said you waited for someone special,” Till explains carefully. He sounds a bit broken.

Richard likes to fix things. Something as special as Till doesn’t deserve to be hurt and broken.

“I found my special someone already, I just thought he wouldn’t like me. All he did was talk about boobs,” Richard says quietly. He’s still standing in the middle of the room. This time Till looks up again.

“Yeah, eh sorry. I mean I like them a lot, and especially yours, but that was mostly so you wouldn’t find out. Schneider said my longing was so obvious,” Till admits and Richard carefully walks back to the bed.

“Why didn’t you tell me?”

“I could ask you the same question. I was just… not sure I’d be the one you would want. You deserve someone better,” Till says. Richard sits back down next to him and carefully reaches out to take his hand again.

“I never wanted anyone else but you.”

Till’s smile at that is the most beautiful thing he has ever seen.

“I still don’t understand why I had to dress like this then,” Richard says and Till chuckles a bit.

“Paul said you’d never ask me out and since I didn’t either, he wanted to take things in his own hands. Guess he thought you’d only kiss me if you thought I wouldn’t recognize you,” Till says and Richards sighs.

He would kill Paul. And kiss him too maybe.

“I was scared and now I made an ass out of myself,” Richard says and Till shakes his head.

“No, you look gorgeous and I… I like you in every way, Reesh. You could never look bad for me. It was the best date I had in years,” Till answers easily and Richard blushes badly at that.

Fuck how would he ever get used to this.

“You’re being such a charmer.”

“Is it working?”

Richards nods and then he kisses Till again. He’s glad that they finally talked about this, even though he can’t believe that Till likes him back.

“Would you have recognized me even if Paul hadn’t told you?” Richard wants to know and he’s surprised that Till nods.

“Sure would. You do know that I’m not completely blind? And my favorite face in the world is something I’d always recognize. Even under all that beautiful makeup,” Till says and he presses another shy kiss to Richard’s cheek.

“So you like it?”

“It’s important that you like it. But yes I love how you look today. But I also love you in your ugly sweatpants, so I’m a bit biased. I don’t need any women’s tits, when I’ve got yours here,” Till laughs and he pokes into Richard’s chest again.

“Oh now that you mention it. The straw really itches like hell,” Richard says and he gets up again. He finally pulls the straw out of his dress and then throws it into the garbage can in Till’s kitchen. He then walks back, but stops at the doorway.

Till is still on the bed, still hard and Richard almost laughs.

“You want a show?” Richard asks and he wiggles his hips a bit. Till hastily nods and then Richard walks back over to him. He gets out of his shoes and throws them away. This time he sits fully on Till’s lap and can relax, he even wants Till to feel his hard dick.

“I want nothing more than everything of you,” Till says and Richard shudders in his arms. It’s something he can promise Till easily.

They kiss again and this time it feels even better, because they both know now. Richard’s dick presses against Till’s stomach this time and then Till’s hands finally find their way under his dress.

Richard’s breath hitches, when Till strokes over his cock.

“Now you’ll be a good girl for me, yeah?” Till whispers directly into his ear and Richard is sure that he will die right there in his lap. Till chuckles and then carefully kisses Richard’s neck.

It doesn’t take long before Richard starts to thrust up in Till’s fist. Till rubs his own cock against his ass and Richard wishes he could stay forever in this moment. Just then Till opens his legs a bit more and Richard sits a bit back. Till gets his cock out again and Richard grins.

“Make me come, will you?”

Till does exactly what Richard had wanted and he takes them both together in his strong hand. The moment they touch, Richard moans loudly and Till kisses him so hard that Richard is sure his lips will bruise as well.

Not that he will complain.

“You feel so damn good,” Till says and Richard can only nod at this point. He feels already too far gone. He’s still wearing the dress, his garter belt fully seen now that the dress is pulled up a bit, while his shoes are under the bed somewhere.

He’d never felt more sexy.

“I love you,” Richard whispers and that’s the moment Till comes over their stomachs. Richard groans at the feeling and it only takes a few more strokes until he’s coming as well.

Till falls back on the bed and RIchard giggles, when he falls on his broad chest. This has to be his favorite space in the world now.

“God I’ve been in love with you for such a long time,” Till mumbles against his skin and Richard smiles at that. He can’t believe that Till even likes him at all, but he’s glad they finally talked about it.

Just then Richard sits up again.

“Wait, am I your princess of Darkness?” Richards wants to know and Till laughs loudly at that. Richard pouts at him.

“Of course who else would it be?” Till says then and his smile turns so soft. Richard can’t help but smile as well.

“You are so adorable. So you wrote poems about me? Can I read them?” Richard asks and Till kisses him quiet, not that Richard really minds. He kisses him happily back. ANd then again just because he can.

“Sure if you want to,” Till whispers and then he lays back down. Richard cuddles against his chest and closes his eyes.

He’s never been happier.

“I love you,” Till hums and presses another kiss into his hair. Richard sighs happily.

“I love you too.”

“You’re thinking about reading the poems right now, am I right?” Till asks then and Richard is out of the bed before Till is even finished with his sentence. Till barks out a laugh at that.

He knew why he fell for that idiot so long ago.

Till takes his time, but he follows Richard back to the living room and sits down next to him. Richard holds his hand out and Till takes it, only to press another kiss to the back of his hand. Richard sighs happily.

“In exchange for that I wanna feel you in that dress again, since I feel like I consider myself an ass-man now and yours was just fantastic in that,” Till says and Richards snorts.

“You don’t even have to ask,” Richard answers.

It starts to rain.

Life is good sometimes.

#tillchard #tillchard fanfic #till lindemann / richard kruspe

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luminnara · 2 years

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The Lost Boys x Slasher!reader PART 2 (nsfw)

Part one!

(This is pretty gender neutral in terms of pronouns but does have feminine body descriptions so do with that what you will. I finished this at midnight and did not beta it lmao)

Warnings: violence, sex, blood, murder

A month.

You’d been in Santa Carla for a month, and your life had already changed so much.

The night that you met the boys was also the night that you ditched your shitty motel room in favor of their sick ass cave. The crumbling hotel inside of it was beautiful, in its own way, and you felt like it was the perfect place for someone like you to hang out.

It was the perfect place for people like them, too.

They had answered all your questions, and then they had asked you theirs. They found that you’d been killing for a while, though not nearly as long as them, and you found that there were more than just serial killers that went bump in the night.

Four vampires. A month ago, you hadn’t even thought that vampires were real. In fact, you still weren’t entirely sure that they were; after they had cleaned up the corpse of your latest victim, you had made them show you their fangs again and again and again, much to their amusement.

Marko and Paul were more than happy to bare them at you, pretending to lunge for your throat and making you squeal with laughter. They loved that you weren’t scared, even though you were a human, and they were the apex predators of the boardwalk. You always just shrieked, ducked away, and then demanded that they do it again, grinning wildly whenever they snapped in your face.

Dwayne was so chill that he let you feel how sharp his fangs were. At first, he was confused—what the hell were you doing, sticking your fingers in his mouth??—but when all you did was run your thumb along his teeth, he realized that you were just curious. Handsy, but curious.

David would let you reach for him, let you think that maybe this time, he would be nice—and then he would always grab you and come within millimeters of your throat, far closer than Paul or Marko ever did. It gave you the impression that it was part play, part warning, but instead of scaring you off, it just made you want more.

“Go on, sweetheart.” David said one night as everyone lingered around the bikes. “Go find someone to play with.”

Hearing those words always put you in a good mood. You bounced over to him and stretched up to kiss his cheek before skipping away again, the boys all watching you hungrily as you went. Sometimes, they hunted on their own, individually or as a pack, and sometimes, they liked to work in tandem with you, letting you run off to find someone and then catching up to enjoy an easy snack.

You couldn’t help but feel like David almost treated you like a pet sometimes, with the way that he would let you off leash to go hunting for him. You knew he could easily find you again once you disappeared into the crowd, and you knew that he wouldn’t let anything bad happen to you. It was like he wanted to let you stretch your legs, encouraging you to go kill in case you got too bored or lost your edge.

You’d never lose your edge, though. Not after you’d spent so long sharpening it.

The boys watched from a rooftop as a man leered at you, and they knew that would be your choice. Marko groaned—he totally wasn’t his type—but Paul and Dwayne were already drooling, having developed some sort of accidental Pavlovian response to seeing assholes hitting on you.

“You’re insatiable,” David chuckled when he heard the way that Paul was licking his lips.

“Happens every time now,” Paul groaned, running his tongue over his fangs. “Makes my dick hard, too.”

Dwayne growled in agreement.

“Think the guts are gonna be in another heart this time?” Marko asked excitedly. “That’s always for me, you know.”

“Yeah, yeah, Marko, we know.” Paul rolled his eyes. “You won’t shut up about it. Stupid cutesy shit…”

“Jealous,” Marko hissed.

“Fuck off!”

“Boys,” David snapped before they could start fighting, “don’t you wanna watch?”

They immediately shut up and peered down at the alley. The guy was following you obediently, his hand already down his pants. Dwayne wrinkled his nose and growled, tensing to move. He hated watching guys act like that with you. He knew that they always got what they deserved, but seeing them always made him want to do the shredding before you even got a chance.

“Easy,” David murmured, holding up a hand. “We don’t intervene unless we have to.”

“I want to,” Dwayne grumbled.

“I know. Just be patient. You know it’s worth it.”

And it was. It was always worth it to wait and watch the way you started unbuttoning your shirt, only to turn around, pull out a knife, and go to town. Tonight started much the same—the man followed you into the shadows, fully expecting to get lucky, jeans already unbuttoned as he watched you start to take your shirt off. Usually, this was where the victim’s fun ended and yours began, never actually getting the chance to get topless.

This time, though, you actually did.

Paul thought he was going to pass out when all the blood in his body rushed straight to his boner.

“No fuckin’ way,” he said, mouth hanging open in shock.

They’d been good. He had been good. So patient. Hands mostly to himself. He had never spent so much time around somebody he liked without fucking them, but David had insisted that you come to them, so Paul had behaved. He had pictured you in his head several times while he fucked other people (or Marko’s mouth), but he had behaved.

And now, it seemed he was being rewarded for all his good behavior.

You knew the boys were watching, even though you didn’t know exactly where they were. They were somewhere just out of sight, waiting to pounce, and tonight, you wanted to give them a show. You didn’t care about the man in front of you as he reached for your tits. You only cared about the four vampires who you hoped liked them.

And they did. Marko was drooling buckets. David was grinning. Dwayne was growling deep in his chest, and Paul was about five seconds from jumping on you. They loved the sight of you shirtless, holding a knife behind your back as you batted your eyelashes and smiled so sweetly. The only way you could possibly look any better would be if you were covered in blood, and with any luck, that was coming soon.

“Fuck, I can’t take this!” Paul whined.

Before David could stop him, he was jumping down, Marko hot on his heels. The two blonds landed just behind your prey, and you immediately smiled at the sight of them and their wild, vamped out faces. You loved those bright yellow eyes and those angular features. You really, really loved them.

You loved them, too.

“Hey, Paul,” Marko said, an amused lilt to his voice.

You watched your victim pause in confusion at the new voice.

“Yeah, Marko?” Paul asked, laughing darkly.

“I’m feelin’ kinda impatient. How do you feel about fast food tonight?”

Paul laughed like a hyena, clutching at his sides as Marko seized the confused human around the middle and and pushed him towards you. You laughed at the bad wordplay, too, the steel of your knife flashing as you brought it out from behind your back.

“You got it, boys,” you winked, plunging the blade into the man’s chest.

His screams were like music to your ears as you stabbed him again and again, blood spurting out onto your face. Marko was trembling with excitement as he watched, sinking his fangs into the human’s shoulder just to keep himself from lunging forward and grabbing you.

You looked so good all covered in blood.

“What do you think, Paul?” You asked. “Should I do something fun with him, or are you too hungry to wait?”

“Oh, baby, I’m hungry, but not for blood,” Paul said, his voice suddenly coming from behind you. You had no idea how the vampires were so fast, but you kinda liked it. “I’m hungry for you.”

A chill flew up your spine as you felt his breath on the back of your neck. Sometimes, the boys would remind you that they were at the top of the food chain around Santa Carla. They were the apex predators. They were the baddest, scariest things around, not you.

And sometimes, you liked that reminder.

“C’mon, babe,” Marko purred, still holding the human. “Carve him up. Gut him.”

“Don’t waste time with that,” Paul said. “Just let Marko kill him, and let’s have some real fun.”

They were like having an angel and a devil on your shoulders, except they were both devils.

“You can be patient, right Paul?” You reached up behind you and seized a handful of his hair, giving it a sharp tug.

You hadn’t known for sure if he would like it, but when he moaned and bucked his hips against you, you figured you were right.

He stayed glued to you as you stepped forward, his hands on your waist as your knife plunged into human flesh again. This time, you did what Marko wanted, and luckily for your victim, the guy managed to pass out before his intestines hit the ground.

Marko finally let go of his shoulder, but not before ripping a chunk of flesh out. “Bummer. I was hoping he’d scream more.”

“Guess he just wasn’t a screamer,” you commented, turning to clean your blade on Paul’s jacket.

“Are you?” Marko asked.

The question caught you off guard and you froze, trying to stammer a reply. Usually, the boys would be eating by now, and you could sit down with your back to the wall and relax.

Not tonight, though.

Tonight, Marko was stalking towards you like a jungle cat, a mischievous look in his yellow eyes. Tonight, Paul was sucking a hickey onto your neck, completely ignoring the fresh corpse on the ground next to him.

Tonight was going differently.

“Let’s find out,” a new voice said, and suddenly Dwayne was there, pulling you away from Paul and picking you up as if you weighed nothing. He held you up against the brick wall at the end of the alley, pinning your hips with his own, one of his hands on your ass while the other held the side of your neck.

“H-hey Dwayne,” you gulped.

“Hey, doll.”

“Wh-what’s up.

He rolled his hips against you and you sucked in a breath. “I think you already know.”

“You drive us wild, baby,” Paul said as he paced back and forth behind Dwayne.

“You always look so good when you kill…” Marko unsuccessfully tried to duck under Dwayne’s arm.

“And you’ve got a nice rack, too.” Paul added.

“Let us show you how much we appreciate you…” Dwayne’s lips found yours and you melted into the kiss.

Your head was spinning as you felt the others descending on you. Paul kissed his way up your legs, reaching for the button of your shorts. Marko licked blood off your stomach, his tongue warmer than you thought possible for a vampire. Dwayne’s hands found your tits and kneaded at them, pulling moans from your throat as your back arched up into his touch.

But where was David?

You felt like something was missing. The boys were all over you, but you wanted that fourth pair of hands. Things weren’t complete without David there.

“D-David,” you whined as Dwayne’s mouth moved to your throat. “Where’s David?”

“Right here, kitten.”

Your eyes snapped open and you saw him there, licking blood off his gloves.

“I’m lucky,” he purred, reaching out to grab your chin. “I got dinner and a show.”

“I-I want you,” you gasped as Paul bit at your thigh. “A-all of you.”

David grinned dangerously. “All you had to do was ask, sweetheart.”

All at once, your shorts were gone and you were being lifted up again, only this time, you were set back down in the proper place. You could feel their hands all over you as they whispered praises, smearing blood over your skin as they kissed and bit at your flesh. They moved like a perfect hunting party, always together, always in sync.

When you sank down onto your knees, David was there in front of you, stroking himself before fucking your face. He wanted to be the first one to feel you, and fuck, he wasn’t disappointed. It had been worth the wait. Your tongue swirled around him divinely, and your eyes were so big as you looked up at him…he was falling in love right there.

You sucked Paul off, too, while he ate you out at the same time. He was hungry, devouring you in much the same way you’d seen him devour his prey. Greedy. Wild. Insatiable.

But amazing.

His tongue put yours to shame. You figured he’d had a lot more time to practice, and his never ending source of energy probably helped, too. He made you cum—twice—before Marko was suddenly on top of you, desperate for your attention, desperate to watch your face as he sank into you.

You were panting, chest heaving as your nails dug into his back. Marko was sweet. He liked missionary because he liked seeing what he did to you. But Marko was also just as greedy as Paul, pulling filthy moans from your lips with every thrust, whispering things you had never even imagined before. They were promises, of everything he wanted to do to you. Everything he would do to you.

And Dwayne, surprisingly, was the hungriest of them all. He held your hips as he fucked you against the wall, lips wrapped around your nipple as he drove into you harder and harder. You didn’t think you had another orgasm in you. You were exhausted, completely spent, your legs gooey and your head totally cock dumb from all the overstimulation. But Dwayne did it—he pulled another out of you, and when he felt you squeezing around his cock, he came inside you, holding you close and petting your hair.

They dressed you and cleaned up the mess after they had cleaned up you, lazily licking the last of the blood off of your skin like cats giving a tongue bath. You felt so safe among these murderers, these nocturnal monsters. Maybe you felt safe because in an lot of ways, they were just like you. They purred and whispered sweet nothings, making sure that you were happy and healthy before carrying you back to the cave because there was no way your legs would be working after that.

“You alright, kitten?” David asked as they set you down in your bed.

“For the thousandth time, I’m fine,” you huffed, laughing anyways.

“Not too rough?” Dwayne asked nervously, eyeing the many bruises and bite marks covering your neck and chest.

“I liked it,” you said defiantly.

“Fuck, how are you so perfect?” Paul dove in next to you, burrowing under the covers before pulling you up against him. “I’m stayin’ here today. The rest of you can fuck off.”

“No way,” Marko was suddenly at your other side, shoving his head under your hand in an effort to get you to pet him. “You fuck off.”

“Boys, relax,” you laughed sleepily. “There’s enough room for everyone.”

Because there was. There was more than enough room, and as David and Dwayne joined, you realized that you had never felt safer in your life. These vampires got you, and you got them. And you were determined to never, ever leave their side.

#the lost boys #poly lost boys #poly lost boys x reader #slasher x reader #the lost boys x reader

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the-iceni-bitch · 3 years

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I’m the One to Blame

Pairing: Paul Diskant x DA fem!Reader, mentions of Andy Barber x DA fem!Reader (part 2 of Queen Bitch series)

Words: ~2.2k

Summary: Fucking you only made him hate you more.

Warnings: explicit language, explicit sexual content (fingering, unprotected vaginal sex, hate sex, rough sex, slight choking, cream pie, degradation, semi-public sex), cheating, everyone is an asshole except poor Andy, heavy misogyny, SMUT!!! 18+ ONLY!!!

A/N: I’m just a bad person I guess? I’m just gonna give a blanket apology for my infidelity kink, this kinda got away from me and it’s just gonna get worse.

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As soon as you heard the not guilty verdict you should’ve known what was coming. The growls and rumbling coming from the crowd of cops seated behind you was your cue to get out of there, not wanting to wait around for the inevitable blame game where those dumbasses decided that the scumbag got off because you were a meddling bitch and not because none actually wanted to put in the work to make a case.

It had been almost two months of this shit. You hadn’t even wanted to press this case; the evidence was circumstantial and you were 75 percent sure Ludlow had intimidated at least two of the defense witnesses out of testifying. But then the assholes had gone over your head and your boss basically told you to try the case they gave you and not listening when you told him the jury wasn’t going to swallow it.

Of course they didn’t swallow it. And of course it was your fault. God forbid those lazy bastards do their fucking jobs. You could feel all their ire focusing on you as you started to move towards the door, your eyes meeting Diskant’s as he glared at you while Ludlow ranted at him. Sometimes you wondered if he was as big of a piece of shit as his partner, or if he was just a fucking idiot.

Paul felt his blood starting to boil as he watched you storm out of the courtroom, his jaw clenched so tight he was worried he might snap something. The way your gaze just slid over him like he was nothing made him even angrier, and the way your hips swayed in that tight little dress just served to remind him how goddamn frustrated he was. He couldn’t believe Andy actually let you go to court dressed like that.

He hated that every time he saw you all he could think about was that night at the Bell. He still couldn’t believe his fiancée had bought that the marks you left on him were from a struggle with a perp. Thoughts of how warm and wet you were around him had started bleeding into his mind at inopportune times, and the memory only made him angrier.

Ludlow was still ranting about you when Paul rose from the bench and followed after you, the last thing he heard being his partner talk about how he should give that cunt a piece of his mind. He spotted you heading towards the bathroom and strode after you, growling under his breath about how you kept fucking up his life.

You jumped a little when the bathroom door slammed open, rolling your eyes when you saw Diskant fuming at you through the mirror.

“You draw the short straw, Diskant?” You could see his teeth grinding and it made you smirk. “Go on, lay it on me.”

“You threw it, didn’t you?” He ran his hand over his face as he watched you bend over the sink, telling himself to keep his eyes off your ass as you washed your hands. “You got all pissy your boss made you do your job, and you tanked the case just to be a cunt?”

“Fuck you, Diskant.” You felt your hackles go up when he moved closer. “I do my fucking job. I’m sick of taking all the shit for when you assholes fuck up these cases, grow up.”

“I’m so sick of your fucking mouth.” He stepped forward and pressed his chest to your back, bracing his hands on either side of your body as he growled into your hair. “Every time you open it I just want to shove something in there to shut you the fuck up.”

“No, get off.” You gasped when when he ran a hand up your arm until he could curl it around your throat, tilting your head back so he could scrape his teeth over your jaw. “Paul, we’re not doing this again.”

“You telling me you don’t want it?” He snarled against your neck as he pushed you even closer to the sink, the marble edge cutting into your hips painfully while he other hand trailed down your hip to drag up your skirt.

You wanted it so bad it was making you sick. Every day you were filled with self loathing from the moment Andy kissed you awake until you sank into your bed in a tangle of limbs after he made soft, reverent love to you. But he never fucked you like Paul had the night of your stupid mistake, and when your core still ached as you laid awake against Andy’s chest while he slept deeply, all you could think about was Paul’s thick cock splitting you apart until you almost screamed. And you hated him for it.

“Nothing to say, princess?” Your lip curled at him in a low growl when he sneered at you through the mirror, hissing when he finally wrenched your skirt up around your waist and teased his fingers under the edge of your lace panties. “Tell you what, if you’re not already soaked like a fucking whore, I’ll stop.”

“Ow, bastard!” You tried to turn around and slap him when he literally ripped your panties off you, the breaking elastic snapping against your skin with a sting, but then he was dipping two fingers into your center and stroking your walls slowly so all you could do was whine.

“Knew it.” You heard the clink of his belt under his low chuckle, arching your back when you felt his freed cock slap against the curve of your ass and spreading your legs as slick leaked from around his fingers and coated the inside of your thighs. “Just love to play the stuck up bitch, but this pussy fucking weeps for me. Sick of your fucking teasing, you goddamn slut.”

“Shut up and just fuck me.” You braced your hand against the mirror and moaned when he finally slid inside you, screwing your eyes closed and swallowing thickly when he started slamming his hips into you.

“Fucking bitch.” He slapped your ass hard when you turned and snarled at him, groaning when you clenched tight around him in response and digging his fingers into your hip as he spread your cheeks apart to watch his shiny cock plunge into you.

He was rabid, barely any rhythm to his thrusts as he grunted with each push of his hips. The slap of his hips against your ass and the lewd, wet sloshes of your pussy sucking him back in filled the empty bathroom with your grunts and moans. One of his hands snaked up to yank the front of your dress open and pull out your tits, pinching and pulling at your nipples until you were mewling for him.

You slammed your palm against the mirror when he curled over you and started biting at your neck, not even able to care that he was leaving marks all over you since you were so lost in your pleasure. The hand that was digging into your hip slid between your legs and you had to bite your cheek to keep from screaming, rolling your ass to meet his vicious thrusts while he started circling your clit harshly with the tips of his fingers.

“That’s right, come all over my cock like the fucking whore you are.” His breath was hot on your neck as he kept fucking you like an animal, and you avoided looking in the mirror as if not seeing his face would mean this wasn’t happening. “God, you’re so fucking tight. He ever make you come like this?”

“Shut up.” Your body vibrated around him when he bent his knees and slammed his cock over your g-spot, your legs almost giving out as pleasure roared through your veins and you fought the urge to scream at him. The last thing you wanted was for him to bring up Andy right now.

“He doesn’t, does he? Because he doesn’t treat you like the filthy fucking bitch you are.” He pulled you upright so he could sneer at you in the mirror, your wild eyes meeting his and widening as you took in your completely wrecked state, your makeup smeared and bruises all over your neck while you arched your bare breast into his hand. “But I know, and if I have to fuck you like a dirty slut to get you to quit being a fucking cunt, I’m gonna do it.”

“God, fuck you, Diskant.” You reached back and dug your nails into his neck, grinning wickedly when he hissed at you raising sharp red welts in his skin. “So fucking worried about me, when you’re the one who’s trailing after me like a kicked dog. That sweet little fiancée not keeping you satisfied?”

“Shut the fuck up.” He shoved three fingers in your mouth when you laughed at him, groaning into your hair when he felt you flutter around him again.

Drool started leaking down your chin as Paul pressed your tongue down and slid his fingers towards the back of your mouth, making you gag. You could feel his rhythm starting to grow frantic, the force of his thrusts crashing your hips into the edge of the sink until you were sure you were going to have bruises. He gripped your knee with his free hand and pushed it up until it was resting against the cool marble of the sink, opening you up so he could hit you even deeper and forcing you to brace both hands against the mirror to maintain your balance.

A thin whine escaped around his fingers when he ground into you at the perfect angle, your toes curling in your pumps as you spasmed violently and your release gushed out around him and soaked his thighs. Paul’s hips finally stopped moving when he shot his thick cum inside you, shoving himself as deep as possible as his cock twitched in his release and he buried his face in your neck to muffle his roar.

He surprised you by grabbing your hair at the roots and turning your head so he could smash his lips against yours, tangling his tongue with yours until you couldn’t breathe then growling when you shoved him off you.

“Don’t fucking touch me.” You hissed when he pulled your skirt down over your hips unceremoniously, turning to snarl at him as you shoved your tits back into your bra and started to do your dress back up. “You’re an asshole, you know that?”

“Jesus Christ, fuck off.” He tucked himself back into his slacks and redid his fly as he watched you try to straighten yourself out, a massive undertaking with how fucked out you looked. “Next time I’m gonna fuck that bitch mouth so I don’t have to listen to that fucking voice.”

“There’s no next time.” You turned back around and grabbed some paper towels to clean the mess you two had made between your thighs. “There shouldn’t have been a this time, fuck.” You splashed some water on your face and wiped off your smeared makeup before grabbing a scarf and winding it around your neck to cover the marks he’d left on you. “I’m not doing this again.”

“You’re a fucking liar.” He wrapped his hand around your arm and pulled you into his chest, ignoring your growl as he scraped his teeth over the curve of your cheek. “You want this, you fucking need it. Otherwise you would’ve locked the door when you saw me coming.”

Your full armed slap caught him off guard, sending him staggering across the floor as you gave a satisfied sneer. He stared daggers at you when you strode past him to collect your purse, grumbling wordlessly as you prowled towards the door without sparing a glance for him.

“Wait five minutes before following me, bastard.”

“I’ll see you next time you fucking bitch.” He wiped his mouth on the back of his hand before leaning against the wall and waiting for some time to pass so he wouldn’t arouse suspicion. “Hope you have a good time at lunch with Barber while my cum’s leaking down your thighs.”

You glared at him over your shoulder before heading back out to the hall, trying to hold back tears when you saw Andy waiting for you outside of his courtroom. Somehow you managed to return the smile he was giving you, hating yourself when you let him press his lips to your forehead softly before he was guiding you out of the courthouse and asking where you wanted to go for lunch. You pointedly ignored Paul walking out of the bathroom, his icy stare following after you as he rubbed his hand over the scratches you’d left on his neck.

“What the fuck happened to you?” Shit, Ludlow must have waited for him. “You look like you got in a fight with a wildcat.”

“Nothing happened, I’m just sick of that fucking cunt.” He relaxed when the man just snorted in agreement, tuning out his ranting as he thought about what it would be like to fuck your throat until you couldn’t talk anymore.

#natalie writes #paul diskant smut #paul diskant #paul diskant x y/n #paul diskant x you #paul diskant x reader #chris evans #chris evans smut #chris evans character #cheating #smut #eighteen plus #eighteen and over #do not interact if you are a minor

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Full moon Gone wrong | Paul X Werewolf s/o

Summary - After a full moon went wrong, you were found by the beach past out naked when a bad shifting went wrong, but the thing is you were surrounded by vampires what a cliche thing to happen.

Tagging - @jezabella8 @pitiful-anonymous-vampire

@slasherkisss @peakyrogers @lostboysluvr

pairing - werewolf Female S/o X Paul

Tw - Gore and blood

The sound of rasping painting and pads of feet running in the woods, right By Santa Carla the none human was frantic and terrified of what has become of her a beast a fully wild animal, who still didn't know how to control, her shifting but still, it happens every Full moon

The different types of smells and the different types of talking and noise made you hunted harder for a meal, but this was nothing no one or nothing in sight. Blurs of pictures and green and yellow trees made you crazy. A loud howl came out of your mouth a twist of her body she heard to hikers, who were coming back from a party that wasn't far from the boardwalk. Dinner. Running on all fours your tail tucked behind your back legs, as you run seeing that there was only one male a lick of your K9 teeth drool dripping down from your mouth, made the young male step back you didn't hear he pleads for help or his "I do anything" all you thought was that was dinner and you were going to get that meal and you did attack him jumping from your front legs you ripped into his left shoulder dark liquid blood spurting from his left shoulder pale skin was stuck into your teeth, but there was no time to enjoy your dinner hearing people footsteps from a mile away had you jolting away but that all you remember was the blood and how good dinner was.

Opening your gazes looking at the blood that was cover all over your Chest and Shoulders you lost control again that thought kept crossing your mind again you took someone life not noticing the other people that were circling you, multiple men, they looked or acted like they were brothers falling on you back trying your best to cover your naked body but one of the males step up. Blond hair with tons of hair spray that was fluffy and not falling into his face. "Get the fuck away from me!" You stutter out hearing the leader you could tell who the alpha was and it was him. He started laughing making you growl in a low demanding voice to knock it off that when the other blond male crouched down a goofy smile on his face "hey." He grinned covering your body with his large jacket they had asked no question which made you feel a bit safer, but still, you were on high alert "what's your name?" The male who gave you his jacket had picked you up and made you gasp clinging on to him, you knew they were talking about what to do with you but even if they didn't want anything to do with you his brothers knew wanted to make sure you were safe. "Paul." He whispers In a sly way " and you princess?" Rolling your eyes you took a second to reply you felt so weak already after that shifted it had taken a lot out of you "y/n." The other boys had said their names have well made you nod dozing off into the random stranger's arm.

Getting put down on the bed Paul's eyes were glued on you and you didn't understand why. Hearing the other guys talking wondering if you were human or what but they still didn't ask. You were tired but didn't even realize we're you were looking around the bed and your face went bright red realizing you were in Paul bed, looking up to see Paul looking at me he knew you were tired and overwhelmed but Paul knew what you were, it wasn't that hard to piece together everything that you are a werewolf. Eventually letting your guard off you heard that the others were gonna go to bed that when Paul walked over, tilting his head " want a dog biscuit or something?" He says cracking a joke. You were taken aback and scoffed rolling your eyes. "Shut up." You grumbled Paul grabbed one of his shirts and got close to you touching your cheek. "We can talk tomorrow catch some sleep.." You saw him walk away but you grabbed his hand "come sleep with me." You asked and Paul gave you a flirty smirk.

" I thought you never ask wolfie".

#the lost boys 1987 #paul the lost boys #theythem #the lost boys marko #x reader #shortstory #imagies #the frog brothers #1980s cinema #vampires #dwayne the lost boys #horror #headcannons #y/n #fanfic

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tonesplash · 4 years

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In The Drawer (18+)

Could I request something? If you want to write my request, that is! I would love some more Jacob content because smeyer did him so dirty. My request: Jacob reacting to his shy lady love telling him that she wants him to restrain her during sex, with her being kind of embarrassed about it. Aaa, if this makes you uncomfy or you don’t want to write it, pls yeet this ask into the sun. I love you either way!

pairing: Jacob Black x Reader

warnings: swearing, and mild smut

(a/n): have fun yall

You'd met while out on a summer La Push trip with some of your school friends, Jacob spotting you from a few hundred yards down the beach and managing to score your phone number between your nervous rants and stutters.

Somehow, that first approach, with you sweaty from the sun and fully exposed in your swimsuit, seemed way less daunting than now. Even now, fully aware of the whole werewolf situation and his endless devotion and unwavering compulsion to do anything you needed him to, didn't make asking this any easier.

He absolutely knows something is up; you can feel his gaze burning into the side of your cheek while you fail to avoid it subtly, your entire face glowing since the thought first entered your mind the night before when he'd briefly held both of your wrists in one beefy hand in between fits of passion.

Lucky for you, today was a busy one on the res'. There was some big powwow coming up, so all hands were on deck, filling every room of Emily's house and spilling out into the front yard.

Jacob still manages to catch your eye in the hustle and bustle for a brief moment with a clear unspoken promise that whatever was on your mind was going to be out in the open by the end of the night.

You stay after to help clean up for as long as possible before even Emily nearly chases you out the door for some alone time with Sam. You guess you can't blame her.

When you get in the house, Jacob is waiting for you in the living room, having almost paced the rug to threads. You trade a bit of your trepidation for remorse. You hadn't meant to make him anxious too.

"Hey, Jake." You awkwardly try to break the tension as you leave your shoes by the door.

"(Y/n) where the hell have you been? Do you know how worried I was, especially with how squirrely you've been all day?" Jacob's temper strains his voice a bit, but you can see the concern smoldering in his dark eyes. He steps closer to bring you in for a hug, and you move to reciprocate, but he only holds you for a moment before pulling back, his hands coming up to cradle your arms.

"I didn't... hurt you or anything, did I?" His eyes soften as he holds you steadily. You are quick to shake your head to quell his worries.

"No, no, of course not."

"Well then, what is it?" Jacob draws his hands to cup your cheeks and forces you to look at him. "You haven't acted this weird since the time Seth caught us-"

"I know what Seth caught us doing! Don't remind me!" Your hands come up to frame his, and you close your eyes as if bracing for impact.

"Can we just... talk about this in the bedroom?" You open your eyes to test his reaction, only to find him grinning down at you.

"Oooh, okay, so you wanna get saucy? You could've just said so hon-" You clap one of your hands over his mouth before he can mortify you any more.

"Please start walking before I have to kill you."

You follow Jacob into your shared bedroom. He plops his full weight on the edge of the bed while you remain standing, shifting your weight anxiously.

"What could you possibly be thinking about that's got you this riled up?"

"Just... before I say anything. You have to promise me you won't laugh."

"This has got to be good." Jacob leans back on his palms and observes you.

"I'm serious, Jake!" You pout for a moment before steeling yourself and crossing your arms. "Werewolf swear me."

This time he can't hold in his laugh. "You can't say werewolf swear and expect me not to at least chuckle."

"Did Paul lie to me again?" This night could not be any more embarrassing for you.

"Yup. That's not even a real thing. And if it were, which it isn't, it wouldn't even apply to you."

"Please, Jakey." Saying it out loud physically hurts, but the nickname immediately schools his face, and he sits up to take this seriously.

"What's going on with you? You know you can tell me." He gently takes your hands and brings them close to his chest, and the warmth of him grounds you enough to get the words out. You fiddle with this collar for a second while you carefully consider what you're going to say.

"I want you to....tiemeup." You rush the last part out, hoping that he'll catch your drift.

"What? I didn't catch that like, at all."

"I want you, to...y'know." You make vaguely suggestive gestures with your hands.

"I already do that. Like, a lot." He's still not getting it. And he isn't going to unless you nut up and say it out loud. You cover your face for a moment before he pulls them away, and you can't tell if he's messing with you again.

"I WANT YOU TO TIE ME UP AND FUCK ME! GOD!"

The immediate silence is somehow deafening. He releases your wrists, and you may live with your hands seared to your face forever with how hot your face is right now, you just know it. Your palms and your cheeks have become one, and your face will never see the sun again.

"Y/n."

Archaeologists may finally get a glimpse of who you once were years and years from now, when your flesh rots into nothing and the delicate bones of your phalanges blow off in the wind. But until then, your mortification will remain.

"Y/n, babe, it's okay." You turn your back to face him as if that will make him forget what you just said.

"No, it's not. I want to crawl into a hole and die."

"Hey, hey, hey! We don't want any of that." Jacob makes you face him and pries your hands away from your face with a ridiculous ease.

"There's my girl." He releases of your arms to pull you in by your waist, and he's smiling at you. Why is he smiling at you like you hung the stars when you just confessed to being a sex fiend.

"I thought you were gonna say something actually crazy, like that you were gonna stab me but like, sensually."

Your giggle is muffled into his shoulder.

"Not that I'd be totally opposed to it but, it's still a pretty big jump-"

You're full-on cackling now, and he laughs with you, pulling you to his chest and rolling back onto the bed until you're breathless and beneath him.

"Would you really let me do that?" Jacob isn't looking directly at you, but the stretch of your jaw as he caresses it. "Tie you up and have my way with you?" he chuckles a bit as he says it, but you can tell by the hardness pressing into your front that he isn't joking.

...

You couldn't say how or when you found yourself like this, wrists tied and held together behind you while your werewolf boyfriend railed you from behind.

You can do nothing but moan brokenly into the drool-soaked pillow below you, and Jacob isn't faring much better. You can hear his shaky pants and grunts with the effort and dizzying pleasure of your tight cunt.

His skin is dripping with exertion, making him almost glow in the low light of your bedside lamp, and you can't seem to look away. He's breathtaking in every way.

When he catches your dreamy one-eyed stare, he bows further over your back, still thrusting, still holding your bound wrists steady, his voice is a honeyed growl as he continues poinding into you, "This what you wanted, huh?"

It feels like you're being split apart; like with him inside like this, there is no room for your lungs to expand and words to come out. You must have let out some pathetic noise because he barks a short laugh against your temple before kissing it and burying his face in your hair.

Maybe the afterglow would be a better time to bring up the cuffs in the drawer.

#twilight imagine #jacob black x reader #requests open #smut #oneshot

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✓WORK IT OUT ✓

|IMAGINE; PART ONE|

INTRO; You run into a handsome man at the gym, well, maybe in a different way than you had hoped. You never intended to go any further with him despite how interested you really were, but one touch led to another, and things got really nasty.

WORD COUNT; 5,023? (idk tbh Tumblr is tripping)

WARNINGS; Sexual content ahead, read at your own risk. Also, covid doesn't exist in this imagine. Also, there's a part two to this! Keep your eyes open!

CAST; You (Y/N) / Roman Reigns / Jey Uso /Paul Heyman.

🦋Tampa, Florida 🦋

🦋 February 20th, 2021🦋

You walked into EOS fitness gym, with absolutely no energy or motivation in your body. The emotions you felt all week had tugged you down, including this morning; Tired, gloomy, unhappy, nonetheless, heartbroken. It's been two weeks, or maybe one--you definitely weren't counting, since you had found out on Valentine's Day that your ex had been sleeping around with other women. Two in fact, and caught him right in the act. In you're house, in you're bed, meanwhile, you've given this man everything. A five year relationship, gone down the drain. You started to wonder what you did wrong, or what you could've done better to make him not make the mistakes he made.

Were you not pretty enough? Were you not pleasing him enough? Were you boring? Why did he treat you the way he did? and how could he betray you like that? All of those questions ran through your mind. In all honesty, none of it was your fault. The problem was, from the very beginning, you didn't love yourself. You didn't appreciate your value, and when you don't appreciate your value, you leave a window of opportunity for another person to do the same, and that's exactly what happened. However, you were still lost. You tried to do anything, absolutely anything to get this mess off of your mind. The last resort was the gym, and maybe that was just the thing to help for the time being.

It was about six in the morning, and rarely anyone was there except for about a three or five people. You liked it better that way anyway, working out when the gym was packed irritated you to the fullest. Walking further into the building made goosebumps rise all over your skin due to the air conditioning blasting throughout the gym. You sighed dreadfully, slowly taking off your jacket as you hopped onto the treadmill.

"I knew I should've worn a long-sleeved shirt," You scolded yourself. As you hit the button, putting the speed only on number two, you slid your earbuds into your ear and played the playlist of your liking while you walked. You stared the treadmill's screen ahead of you, until you noticed someone else walk into the gym. It was a man. You looked down briefly before you did a double take, gosh, such a beautiful man. It was like you were hallucinating, even though you weren't.

"Damn.." You muttered under your breath as you stared at the handsome guy. He was tall, muscular, had olive-like toned skin, black long hair that fell to his shoulders, and a beard that covered his angelic face. You're eyes traced his every move as he made his way over to the weights, where all the jacked, crazy fit individuals typically stayed in the gym. Today though, it was just him. He was wearing a white, long-sleeved shirt which caused his muscles to show through, including some black sweatpants.

It was too early in the morning for this, you thought. He dropped his bag next to the bench, and wrapped his hair into a neat bun. You're mouth watered at the sight at him, but you quickly snapped out of it. You needed a distraction, but that was far from what you needed, especially from another dude. Stay focused, you reminded yourself continuously. You decided to put the treadmill on higher speed, figuring that if you were at a running pace, then you would've gotten your attention back. Long story short, your resolution didn't solve.

You're eyes worked against you, slowly looking forward once again to see him. He had a heavy set of weights on his shoulders, while squatting over and over again. Not only did his capability of strength make you drool, something else did as well underneath it. His ass, was unreal. If you could just reach out and touch it, you probably would've. Deep down, you were a little mad at yourself for not toughing it out, but you couldn't help it. He looked so sexy, and you could watch him all day.

Little did you know, the beautiful man before you, was completely aware that he had an audience. Well, you were his audience after all. As he worked out, there was a mirror in front of him and he caught your glance in his reflection. Even though you were a little too far away to notice him looking, the mirror gave him a better view to look at everything that surrounded him. He smirked to himself, admiring the woman behind him. The fact that you most likely had no idea that you had his attention, made him chuckle a bit as his legs began to burn from the squats, but he decided to keep going, hoping that your attention would stay fixated on him.

Roman was also a single man, a mafia boss to say the least. He kept his identity more on the low, and rarely let anyone in his circle. His trust issues were thin, but he had a big heart that he deeply wanted to share with someone else. The Samoan had been with other women in the past, but never found someone that completed him fully; The money, relevancy, extravagant lifestyle, and everything in between he had, often found himself in situations where he was used, they were never with him because they truly loved him. Now, he's focused on himself for awhile and his empire he's been working on for years, however, if the right woman were to walk into his life, he wouldn't hesitate to give it a chance.

Before you knew it, something awful happened. You were so lost into the mysterious man, that you had accidentally stepped in front of your left foot, tripping yourself and you lost all of your balance. A huge thud echoed across the gym, and you held your head in pain after you slid off of the treadmill. The few people that were in the gym slightly gasped, and after a few seconds, awkwardly went back to what they were doing. Assholes, but you were too out of it in order to notice. You bit your lip, trying your best to hold back tears at how bad the fall was to your head. You're eyes were closed shut, and you were about to attempt to get back up until a large hand rested on the small of your back, stopping you.

"Are you okay, Mama?" The deep, montone voice asked gently. It was smooth like butter, yet chilling. You had no idea who it was still due to how unconscious you were.

You slightly turned around on your back, and your arm naturally rested around the person's neck as he lifted your body up with his arm. You're eyelids slowly lifted back open, but your vision wasn't all the way there yet. Who was talking to you? You turned your head to the left, seeing who had come to help you. Since you were still a little dizzy, you were seeing double vision of the person in front of you. Once your head finally stopped spinning for a second, you were finally able to determine who was it front of you, and it was him. His pretty brown eyes, stared into yours with concern as you stared back into his, nervous out of your mind. It couldn't get anymore embarrassing than this.

You gulped, avoiding his gaze. A lie was told by the nod of your head, despite being hurt, "Yeah, I'm fine-"

"No, stay." He warned politely as you tried to stand up fully. His arm was secure around your waist, and then his eyes trailed up to your head. The look in his eye softened even more, "You're bleeding."

You furrow you're eyebrows, going to touch your head. You sigh, looking at the marks of blood on your fingers, "Shit..I'm sorry."

"Why are you apologizing?" The man chucked, and rubbed a small circle on your back before getting up to get a paper towel from the nearby wall. He squatted back down to your level and gently put it against your wound. You winced a little at the pain, but took deep breaths in between. As he continued to wipe some of the blood off your head, you on the other hand stared at him the entire time. From far away, he was out of this world fine, but up close was even better. Looking at him was like being hypnotized.

"What's your name?" You asked bluntly.

He alternated looks between your eyes and your head, and smiled small, "Roman, and yours?"

Damn, and you thought he couldn't look anymore good. His smile was..

"So sexy.." You blurted out, thinking at first that you said it in your head, but you didn't. Shit, you thought. You lowered your head, closing your eyes from embarrassment. Roman paused from wiping your head, and stared at you a little bit from what you said. His lips turned into a smirk, with his tongue lightly brushing over them.

"So are you," He shoots back. What did he just say? Your eyes widened a tiny bit and you lifted your head up to meet his glance. Roman gave you a subtle wink before getting up, and throwing the paper towel in the trash can. He walked back to you, giving out his hand for you to take.

"Come on," Roman nodded his head towards the gym with a comforting smile. "Let's get out of here."

Depending on how hard you hit your head, you were still a little out of it and wasn't sure what to make out of this situation. Were you really about to leave with a guy you barely even knew? Despite how fine he was, a part of you thought this was a terrible idea, and made zero sense if you went through with it. However, you didn't care. The stars that you were seeing currently, especially when you looked at him gave you butterflies in your stomach that were unexplainable, and you just couldn't say no. Who was he? You needed to know.

A slow, small grin appeared on your face as you hesitantly took his hand, letting him take you wherever he wanted to go.

⏩

After about an hour or two of slumber, your eyes flew open, slightly closing due to the lights piercing through the ceiling. You blinked a couple of times, and realized there was something cold on the top of your head. You furrowed your eyebrows, bringing your hand up and gently touching the ice pack that was laid there. Then, you slowly sat up, setting the ice pack next to you as you looked around at your surroundings. You had a brown, fuzzy blanket wrapped around your body and you were laid against a long, white couch.

Not to mention, the living room that you were in was extremely huge. You had a hard time remembering exactly how you got here. All you remembered was that you were at the gym, you saw a handsome man; What was his name, Roman? You thought. After that you face planted on the treadmill, and he went to help you, anything after that was a complete blur. Where were you right now?

You turned your head to the left, and saw the night life outside of the window. Thousands of lights, and the settle stars of the night sky had you in awe. As you continued to stare at the view, a voice interuppted, "You alright, Uce?"

You jumped back a little, putting a hand on your chest from feeling startled. You looked ahead to see a brown-skinned, attractive man with unqiue tattoos on both of his arms and a gold chain around his neck. He was very swagged out, from head to toe. You looked him up and down, and slightly tilted your head, "Excuse me?"

"How are you feeling?" He repeated, looking at you weirdly. Did she not understand the slang? But the again, it was Samoan slang, not everyone understood it off the bat, He thought. You sighed, slightly face-plamimg your forehead gently before apologizing once again, "I'm sorry, Who are you? and how did I get here?"

"Jey Uso," He introduced shortly. I stared at him blankly, still having no clue who he was. He sighed, pointing at a picture of three children on the wall, "Roman's cousin?"

You looked at the picture, seeing Jey, another kid who looked exactly like him and Roman who I believed was in the middle. You wanted to coo at how adorable the picture was, but you were still confused. Damn, they're cousins? So is everyone attractive in his family or is it just them? Besides, why is he here anyway, standing there like some guard? Was he watching you this entire time?

"You guys are cousins?" I ask in disbelief. He nodded quietly, looking a little confused as to why I was surprised, "What, he didn't tell you?"

"No, because I just met the guy?" I say dumbfoundedly, "And I have no idea how I even got here in the first place. I need to go back home." You plead, starting to get a little nervous.

"Relax, this is Roman's place. He only brought you here because you got hurt at the gym and he didn't think it was safe enough for you to be driving back home." He informs, "I'll actually go get him, now that you're awake."

Before you could open your mouth to speak, he left the room. You sighed, and then thought a little about what he said afterwards. You knew that this was nice of him to do, and it did mean a lot that he cared, but you were still on the fence about being at a random guy's house you didn't know too well. Roman's intentions were in the right place, but this was the last thing you needed to be involved in right now. You were focusing on yourself, and yourself only, and it just hurt too much to have someone else in the picture at the moment. It wasn't the time to catch feelings or be interested in someone new, especially him, he was too fine and you knew it would be too easy to give in.

As you played with your fingers, the two gentleman stepped into the room, making you look up. Roman looked back at you with a soft, yet relieved expression as Jey stood behind him. He was wearing a dark blue muscle shirt, that showed a long, tribal patterned tattoo that covered his entire right arm, along with Jordans on his feet to match with his shirt. It's like this man had so many secrets about him that you had no idea about, the tattoo was like the perfect touch and made him look even more sexy than he already was, it also was identical to his cousin's. He turned his head, whispered something to Jey. He nodded his head and walked away, leaving you and Roman alone.

"Hey, sleeping beauty." Roman called you, which made you chuckle a bit, making you a less nervous. You watched him make his way over to you, and he sat down, putting the pack of ice on the coffee table in front of you.

"How's your head?" He asked, gently putting his fingertips under your chin, trying to get a good look at it which sent shivers down your spine. You licked your lips subtly, watching him but you sighed, closing your eyes. Get over yourself, Y/N.

"It's fine, um.." You trailed off, grabbing his soft, large hand and took it off of your chin. You really didn't want to let his hand go either, but you had to listen to your pride.

"Listen, I think I should go." You suggest, standing up from the couch and he looked up at you, clearly not wanting you to leave.

Shit, was I coming on too strong? Roman thought. This might've been an unusual way to approach a woman, but the moment he met you at the gym, he just knew he had to get to know you more. There was something about you, that pulled him in and had his full interest. You were beautiful, out of this world gorgeous, your body and the way the heavens shaped you drove him crazy, and the way you looked at him made Roman feel something that he doesn't feel everyday. Usually he was a bit more straight forward on what he wanted, and he wouldn't have to tell anyone twice for him to have it. He had a whole different side to him, that you had no clue about, but that's because you were different to him. He wanted to be careful with you.

Before Roman could respond, You felt around your neck and realized that it was completely bare. You froze and your blood ran completely cold. You remember going to the gym wearing a gold necklace that had your name written in cursive, which was a valuable gift of yours that you received on your birthday years ago. You never took it off, and you thought you might've lost it when you got hurt. Fuck, you thought, starting to feel upset all over again.

Roman realized a change in your mood, and he raised his eyebrow shortly, "What's wrong?"

You shook your head, not wanting to stress about it, even though deep down you were, "Nothing."

Roman looked at where your hand was, which was motioning at your neck. He then remembered the gold necklace that you dropped when you both walked out of the gym. He made sure to get it for you before you guys left.

"Are you missing something, gold maybe?" He teased playfully, knowing that you didn't want to worry him. Your eyes widened and you snapped his head at him, how did he even know that?

"You have it?" You say in a hopeful tone, with a brief smile on your face. He smiled back, with a light-hearted chuckle which made your heart melt, "Yeah, I got it. I'll go get it."

Roman stood up, and then looked back at you, "Just promise me you won't leave once I give it to you." You sighed in relief, and nodded agreeing. He left the room, leaving the room to get your necklace. You admired how kind he was, especially how much of a gentleman he was. He didn't have to help you at all or care about your well being, but he did. Give it a chance, go for it, you tried convincing yourself. It seemed like he also was interested, but then your insecurities kicked in, there was no way a guy like him would be interested in someone like you. There were you again, second guessing yourself. You just wished you didn't get yourself involved in this situation to begin with.

Roman went to his office, and picked up your necklace from his desk. He read your name quietly to himself, "Y/N..."

Such a gorgeous name, he thought. As if she couldn't seem any more perfect that she was. He smirked to himself, staring at your necklace for a couple of seconds before returning to the living room. Roman motioned you to turn around, and you followed, letting him put the necklace around your neck. Once it was, you touched it, thanking God in your head that you didn't lose it. You then turned around, facing him. You were more closer to him than you thought you would be. Roman stared down at you, looking into your eyes as you stared into his brown ones. The things you would do to him, you bit your lip and was able to pry away from his stare, backing up a away from him a bit.

Damn it, Roman cursed to himself. He cleared his throat, backing away from you, hoping he wasn't making you feel uncomfortable, even though you weren't. On the other hand, you were just hoping you wouldn't make a fool out of yourself again.

"I was just kidding about what I said earlier," He said. You looked back up at him, wondering what he was talking about. He smiled small, "If you still want to leave, I'd be happy to take you home."

You couldn't help but hold back a smile, finding his gestures heart warming. I guess showing your appreciation wouldn't hurt, in your way. You raised your hand to his cheek, holding it gently and tilted your head, kissing his other cheek sweetly.

"Thank you, Roman." You said appreciatively. His eyes were glued onto you, not being able to tear them off of you. Roman's blood turned warm, and his heart that was already racing began to go even faster. It's like there was a glow around you, that nobody else could see except for him. You were a diamond in the rough, angel in disguise, a woman that should be treated like a queen. He didn't know if you were seeing anyone else, but quite frankly he didn't care. You were going to belong to him soon.

"Are you good?" You asked, trying to get his attention. Roman nodded, trying to disregard his thoughts before he said them out loud, which he did most of the time.

"Yeah," He says. Roman picked up his keys off of the coffee table, and looked down back at you, not being able to look away from your beauty, "After you." He insisted, wanting you to go first. You nervously smiled, thanking him again silently before you walked in front of him. He took the opportunity take a look at your rear end, he bit his lip and sighed. All that, will be mine he said to himself in his head before he went and followed you.

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A Shift In Attractions

Jace was crushed, after asking his asian friend for a date. Only to be told a lengthy description on why he should change his ways and set himself straight, before leaving off to some random asian chick who he never recalled seeing him with.

Though then again, the asian man was just a crush right? Crushes get crushed he supposed. Though he thought they had something, unlike those one night stands in private...

Maybe if they had bonded more in class than just mere classmates, he could have stood a chance...?

“No no...”

Shaking his head, he doubted it, the guy seemed completely dedicated to his girlfriend. He always recalled him proclaiming ‘Praise the lord to our relationship’ as he kissed his girl. No wonder he accentuated on the word ‘Straight’.

He never felt more insulted. Tugging his dress shirt, the tall lean college senior scoffed. Yes he was a valedictorian, and he stood out, but that did not give the right for this christian hottie to just diss him off like that.

He was being polite and civil too. All he wanted was to graduate with honours and have a lovely boyfriend.

He wished that he could have fallen for someone else...a shift in attractions-

“Hey man! Would you like to join us for prayer time?”

A tanned asian man in a checkered shirt and khakis interrupted his train of thought...and boy, was he cute. Down to the mannerisms and attitude...darn, he reminded quite a bit of his crush.

Without speaking, the tanned man grabbed hold and brought him down the alley way, where soft tunes filled in the atmosphere, as a group of men were seated in the middle.

“Welcome brother, I’m Paul Heng. So glad of you to join us.”

Ushering him down next to the man, he blushed wildly as he could. If anything, he literally drooled at those thick biceps and pecs straining against that marine tank of his. Not to mention the cute innocence that he displayed beneath those messy bangs of his, despite the asian probably being around the same age of him.

“Would you like to share with us what seems to be the matter?” Paul Heng spoke.

He looked around, more than half of the men were asian, and his gaydar definitely sensed the rest are gay, coincidentally enough. Not as to say the asians are not gay...but this group in particular...

Whatever, maybe they are allies at the very least.

“Oh...There was this guy...and..”

“Say no more.”

Paul placed his palm over on his back, still retaining his smile as he closed his eyes, head down as he prayed.

“Father God, please work about a shift in attractions within this man.”

The music was cranked up louder, still peaceful but yet...a little too calming? Coupled by the warmness emitting from the asian’s palm...it just made him, want to tell everything...

Eyelids heavy, Jace watched as the others mirrored him and Paul. Each of them grinning as their eyelids closed shut.

“Tell us...what you desire.”

Paul spoke, as his palm radiated heat within his back. Soothing those tired knots, loosening them, giving vigour that he never had. Igniting new desires within him.

“I want...to be young and fresh.”

Those words escaped out of his mouth instantly, like a inner desire coming forth. Young and fresh? Didn’t he want to graduate from school? As a senior? But as the warm, radiating heat seared his skin...almost like a warm tan, it definitely showed otherwise.

Sophomore, yeah he did do sort of well in school...but that was not what he really wanted. Crushing on his role model who was older definitely did not do him any favours either...

Freshman...yes, that was exactly what he wanted, where he is. Completely new to everything, a blank slate, letting the warmth guide him in the...overly calming music being played in the background. Regressing to a man who just turned legal 18 a couple of months ago, of course.

This was the freshman’s orientation, he and the other newbies were assigned to be in this group. Sure it was odd why they were in a batch with more than half being Christian and asian, but who was he to judge?

He was young, and fresh.

“Indeed, and someone as young as yourself, is bound to have so much energy.”

Senior Paul’s palm radiated heat once again. Jam grinned wildly, as his back wanted to just carry tons of stuff cause of his energy. Legs unable to sit still as they shifted back and forth within the meditation position he was in.

“And with that energy, belongs to brothers who are athletic.”

Energy, athletics. It made sense didn’t it? His back, while much younger, gained a sizeable definition as they broadened with the heat. Embracing the care, and concern from his brotherly figure, as the tanning trailed forward with the suggestion.

His chest toughened, definitely not as crazy big like his seniors, but he did work out quite a bit! A Light trace of abdominals Pressing against his dress shirt, his pectorals inflating to a sizeable degree, with those ‘Tiny udders’ begging to be milked.

But wait, didn’t he had done ‘It’ before? But that did not make sense to the college freshman. He just turned legal months ago! No way was he into that kind of life.

Besides, it feels unethical to think of such thoughts with Christians. Pretty sure they rubbed off him...despite being...

“Amen brother?”

“Oofmm...”

Paul gave a gentle rub against his back, as he let out a soft, satisfied response like the other freshmen. He just...knew this freshman orientation helped them, eyes still remaining shut as it was still prayer time.

“Amen...”

He spoke calmly, though there were hints of joviality within them. Grinning, his vocal chords still shifting due to puberty, he sounded so cute, so young. But damn these clothes are so uncomfortable.

He was never the smartest guy in his class, or even mid way. Which was supposedly odd considering he was half asian. Preferring softer, younger clothes that are more trendy or just stuff that gave his muscles a little more breathing room.

Wincing, he felt his legs strain against his Dress pants, being too tight for the male altogether and just a chore. Why did he pick such nerdy subjects? Those stuff are for brainiacs and the gays!

Wait did he just say that? He was gay...though that insult felt appropriate to him. Like how gay it was for him to wear briefs and shoes two sizes bigger than he was. Did he let his mother dress him or something?

Man...he hoped that his youth leader would call him out on-

“With such a youthful appearance, one ought to dress like one.”

Thank Lord! Someone gets him. Grinning wildly, Paul’s warm synchronising with his own, as the tight fabric softened. Sleeves rolling up to just below his shoulders, clinging firmly on his back as buttons and the collar disappeared into the wind.

Colour darkening in cotton, as printed logos plastered itself on his brand new Youth Trends shirt he got with an iconic ‘ORH’. Giving his body the much needed breather room it so desired.

Why would he wear a dress shirt? Only DORKS wear those....and his pastors and sometimes his youth leader as well...BUT NOT HIM. He definitely pulled pranks, but not stuff like that!

Sides, if there was a prank, he would be doing the more hands on kind of approach. What was he? An academic nerd? Haha ok lol boomer. He launches erasers, paint balloons and all those kinds of stuff towards the nerds.

Serves them right for calling em’ gay!

His tanned asian arms flexed in response, as his expensive watch became cheaper with rubber straps. It was time for attention! And being young, he wanted all if it!

So much, that Paul had to always bring them down before they interrupted the prayer session. He was so cool, his big bro Paul Heng, allowing him to just be, HIM.

Dress pants shrunk upwards, concentrating with mesh fabric as they became grey sports shorts. The kind of stuff he always wore while on the field kicking balls, soccer balls DUH. What you think, huh?

Tightening below in two areas, shoes shrinking to a size 8, metallic indents growing at the bottom and a signature styled itself on both ends of the cleats. Whose signature, one of the pro asian athletes of course. Which one? HAHA, Why you want to know? Gay?

Gay? POKE! Thrusting forward, by only a small bit. His hard-on actually shrunk back a couple of centimetres, like his brain-LOL WHO YOU CALLIN’ DUMB, FAGGOT?

Ruder and ruder, thrusting as he so desperately wanted action, never experiencing it. Buttocks hardening but shrinking in size as well, compacting to the new Jockstrap with his 6 inch wiener, only when its-

“Any Hard thoughts? Benjam....”

Paul spoke, his hand still on his back. Yeah he was hard, though it would be pretty gay if he said he got hard cause of the prayer. Yeah he was a new christian, but still...

“Yeah man...I wanna...”

The Chinese Asian’s pubescent voice spoke out...to be honest, he was not sure what he wanted. He liked being a young jock, but the more he tried to think of...some random older asian, it felt really really off.

What was he? GAY? I mean he had...some gay thoughts, but what was he thought when he was a Christian for years? Be fruitful and multiply...and man, did that phrase cause his smaller crotch to just wanna skyrocket through late puberty already.

“A hot babe?”

“Oh yes! Yes!”

“Hot babes for us men!”

“Preach it pastor!”

A hot babe? Yes! Yes! That was what he wanted, what his group wanted. Total jocks abstaining since forever, but now that they are legal, man did he just want to get married already and let loose, fulfil the calling on his life.

“Oh man I wish...I wish..”

Benjam squeezed his thighs as tight as he could. Rubbing against his smaller member as every brush only excited him further. The prayer session was simply too much for him to handle on his own. He had to say it, he had to-

“Brothers, You know what to do to seal the deal. Lead the way, Brother Shang.”

Paul got up from his place, but the warmth never left Benjam Shang’s side, his big brother figure trusted him in doing this, in spite of his young and fresh attitude which just pissed some of the older folks.

Its time for the younger generation to play a part in THIS-

“WE ARE CHRISTIANS!”

He yelled, in his youthful splendour. Pumping his fist in the hair, eyes still closed.

“WE ARE CHRISTIANS!”

The rest of his soccer group followed in suit, he knew that cause of their fellowship together of course.

They had stuck together since young in church, a close group which stuck like brothers through thick and thin. Through church camps, hang outs, and even the boring examinations he could not care less about.

As for as he was concerned, he had spiritual wisdom. Better than those overly intelligent NERDS!

“WE ARE HOT!”

He proclaimed, of course they were. They were the most popular group throughout high school. All the ladies wanted a piece of them, and all the GAYS were jealous.

Provoked to jealousy. Smirking to himself, cheekbones rising and rosy. He was always such a prankster, just light hearted stuff, nothing too GAY of course.

Though he doubted it was anything too far like some other of the ‘HetTubers’ did. Hair follicles brushing to the side, hair bangs over his brow as a raven feathery guy next door kind of look stuck on him, short hair of course-he was into sports and chicks said he looked cute with this style.

He was a Christian after all. Jaw rounding out while sharpening at the edges, with lips beaming into a smile, flashing bright pearly whites. He still represented God and even though he was mean sometimes with his ‘zoomer speech’, as the pastors would describe it, but hey-he was young and fresh!

“AND WE ARE GOING TO HAVE WIVES!”

The men inhaled deeply, nostrils wrinkling. Man it reeked of testosterone...They loved each other like brothers, but jocks needed their cheerleaders, husbands needed their wives. Not the smell of sports cologne.

They wanted to finish quick. At the final phase, light eyebrows furrowing, anticipating the climax with an-

“AMEN!”

“AMEN BROTHER!”

The new Benjamin Shang proudly proclaimed the chant, like the rest of the men. Boisterous Voices blending in harmoniously as a choir. Claps from the seniors applauded from the background, Paul was definitely pleased with him.

Letting loose their vocal chords like they just ‘came’ to be, of course nothing came out from below. Those were reserved specially for their wives, which they knew will be coming soon.

Beady eyes opening simultaneously staring around innocently as a college freshman, fresh and ready to chase-

CLICK

Tail.

Almost instantaneously, his eyes were directed away from the group of men he was at. The rest of brothers followed as well, upon hearing the sound of high heels growing nearer. Laser focused on the single asian lady by the corridor.

“Look at her...she’s so pretty...”

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demo-simp · 4 years

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Tf2 Daily Routine

Sniper sighs, staring blankly at the empty coffee jar, knowing he would have to go into the base for more if he was going to have an at all productive day.

Walking into the kitchen/living area, sniper sees a very awake soldier, pouring himself a cup of coffee with a carton of sweet cream in his other hand. Soldier turns, and jumps slightly,

“Oh hey there, Sniper. Out of coffee again?” Questions Soldier, setting the carton down on the counter in front if him.

“Unfortunately” the tired Sniper says half to himself, making his way to the oversized coffee pot and pouring himself a cup.

“S’pose ill just hang with you lot s’morning, don’t let me get in the way tho” mumbles Sniper, taking a sip of the dark liquid out of his “#1 Sniper” mug.

“Oh yeah” Soldier says, mimicking his colleague, and immediately dribbling it out of his mouth and back into the cup.

“It’s still hot” soldier murmures, grimacing.

“Mate, its okay I’m not gonna judge ya, jus drink ya coffee how ya want” says Sniper, hearing the disdain of the pure black caffeine in the mans voice. Soldier only hums to himself, slowly making his way to the creamer he set down only moments before, and nearly dumping the entire carton into his American flag colored mug, along with an equal part of sugar.

The two sit at the kitchen bar for a few peaceful, silent moments before a very loud, very hyped scout enters, from his morning jog around the base.

“You two eggheads are up early” scout says, reaching for the fridge handle, grimacing at the pungent smell of coffee.

“Mr. Sniper is joining us for coffee, because he has run out” says Soldier, proudly explaining the situation.

“Very interesting” Scout says, practiced and sarcastic, pulling out a BONK can from the fridge and opening it with a satisfying Crack. He dumps the entire can into his own mug that proudly states “I’m kind of a big deal” on one side.

“Y‘know mate” says Sniper, turning to Scout, “ya really shouldn’t drink so much a’ that stuff. Could really mess with ya”

“Eh, Miss Pauling says I should drink ’em and she says they’re good for me. I trust her and they make me feel pretty dang good when I drink ‘em” says the hyper man, a bit to fast and more to himself for any normal conversation, so Snipers only response is a shake of his head and a return to his mug.

Scout continues to talk to himself about his day and responsibilities later on the battlefield while Soldier and Sniper continue to silently enjoy their respective cups of coffee. After a few moments, hardy laughing and talking is heard from the hallway, and Engineer and Heavy enter the kitchen.

“Hey there, Monday, didn’t know ya’d be joinin’ us for coffee” says Engi, turning from his friend to look at the dower man.

“Yup” says Sniper, eagle eyes still trained on the vibrating scout in the corner.

Heavy thunders to the coffee pot, pulling out two mugs and pouring into both the guitar themed mug, and the mug depicting a large man, holding a machine gun, riding a bear. They all collectively sip their drinks while Engi and Heavy recount their conversation, earning a chuckle from each of the men there.

As the laughter dies down and the coffee slowly depletes, small but heavy foot steps are heard from the hallway, and a masked pyro appears, already dressed, holding a lit zippo lighter.

The group collectively lets out a greeting to their pyromaniac friend, as they pour themselves a Guy Feiri mug of orange juice, while letting out a few sleepy, muffled greetings. The team continues their conversation, now with the edition of Engi translating for Pyro.

As spy uncloaks himself to be seen pouring bourbon into a mug depicting a fairy that states “bonjour butterfly” and the men already present all have a collective heart attack or some sort of visible reaction. All except for Pyro, who doesn’t even flinch.

“Whoa there, stranger, didn’t see ya come in” says Engineer, smiling and laughing nervously.

“Yes. That’s the point, Labourer.” Says Spy flatly. “And stop calling me ‘Stranger’. You know perfectly well who I am”

Everyone on the team has gotten a nickname from the Engineer, and all secretly love it. But, like many things within the group, its become a running gag to constantly gripe about the names.

The group collectively laughs, and returns to their beverages, with Engi beginning to make some eggs.

A few minuets later, eggs made and the coffee in the pot nearly gone, loud crashing footsteps are heard from the hallway and a very distressed and tattered Medic bursts through the door, pulling his lab coat onto one of his arms. As the door closes behind him, Medic stares blankly at the group, and slowly pulls on his lab coat the rest of the way on. Another loud Crack is heard from Scouts corner in the awkward silence, and Medic makes his way to the coffee pot, pouring the remainder of it into his mug, embellished with the word “Cyanide” in fancy lettering.

“I thought I was late” says the German doctor, awkwardly.

“Yeah that was kinda obvious” says Scout after a hearty gulp of his second BONK, not even bothering to pour it into his mug. Scout sets the can on the counter and loudly exclaims he’s going to the bathroom before they have to leave for the battlefield. As the conversation between the mercenaries about the coming battle, Medic makes his way over to the energy drink and pours a few ounces into his mug a mixing it with his coffee.

Scout returns just as another set of loud footsteps is heard from the hall, these ones sounding staggered and limping. Nonetheless, a very hungover Demoman appears in the doorway, clutching his head and making his way to the coffee pot. Opening the top and seeing nothing but dregs of coffee grounds, Demo knows what must be done for his morning dose of caffine before the alcohol. The rest of the team dreads this part of the morning.

“Hey there, Cyclops” says Engineer, drawing out the ‘hey’ and throwing in the group nickname for the Scot to attempt to stop what he, and everyone else, knows is coming.

“We can just make another pot of coffee before we leave its not that big a deal” stutters out the mechanic, but the demolitions expert is already reaching for the silverware drawer. The team collectively facepalms as Demo scoops the remainder of the coffee grounds out and into his mouth, grinding them between his molars. Scout gags and medic rubs the bridge of his nose underneath his glasses as the crunching and grinding sounds emanate from Demo, and Engi looks on, in defeat.

Hours later, control points captured and payloads exchanged, the team of mercenaries breaks for lunch at the sound of the announcers voice.

“Lunch ends sixty minutes” booms the megaphones placed around the battlefield.

“Here ya go guys” says the sweaty Engineer after a tough, but rewarding battle. Although the rest of the team would never admit, the Mercs would never survive a day off the battlefield if they didn’t have Engi. In his extremely oversized lunchbox, he always made sure to pack extra lunches and snacks for the rest of the group.

“We got,” says engineer rooting around in his lunchbox. “Sunny, that’s yours” he says, handing a package to Scout. The small man opens it to reveal a package of fruit snacks, a container of fried chicken, and a can of root beer.

“Aw boss” scout exclaims and thanks Engi. The rest of the team follows in much of the same fashion, except heavy, who always packs his own lunch. Soldier receives an upgraded version of army rations, while demo gets gatoraid (to keep him hydrated) with some crackers and sausage. Medic (often the most drained) receives two thermos’, one containing another dose of coffee, and another with a multi bean soup. Spy earns a delicate egg sandwich, and not much else as he’d rather spend that time smoking. Sniper enjoys some vegemite on toast, along with a salad that wont spoil, for while he’s camping up in his tower. Additionally, Engi has begun to bring extra water for all of them, to keep while in battle, so they don’t get to dehydrated. He packs himself a hearty lunch of a simple burger, a light beer, and some corn (on the cob, of course).

As no one has seen Pyro take off their mask, the team doesn’t exactly know what (or if) Pyro eats. Nonetheless, Heavy enjoys cutting off the crusts of his sandwich to give to the fire addict, at which point, they will promptly stuff the crusts into the pocket of their suit. The rest of the team assumes the bread is eaten, as its never seen again, but none of the men are ever truly sure.

At the end of the day, everyone on both sides is exhausted and ready to head back to their bases. All pile into the cramped van, all except, for sniper, who drives his camper to every battle, and refuses to go with the others.

Scout ends every battle (win or loose) with whining about how hungry he is, until Engi gives him a snack, usually consisting of fruit snacks or crackers. Heavy and Medic sit in the front talking about their day and how excited they are to get back to the base and watch the movie they’ve been wanting to watch. The rest of the mercs are pilled in the back of the van, shirts unbuttoned and respective weapons and helmets sliding across the floor whenever they make too-sharp a turn. Eventually, they all arrive back at the base again, tired and sweaty.

All take their respective places while they wait for Engineer to be finished with dinner. Medic and Heavy on the couch, talking to each other. Sniper and Soldier, just as the same morning, sitting at the bar, now enjoying glasses of whiskey and beer respectively. Scout and Spy retire to their rooms, the former for a nap, and the latter for some much needed alone time of smoking and cheap romance novels. Pyro finds their place up in the rafters of the base, in an uncomfortable, neon plastic blow up chair, again, staring at a lit zippo lighter. Demo reclines, nearly horizontally, in a bean bag on the floor, a bottle in his hand, cracker crumbs on his shirt, and drool, slinging from his mouth to his neck.

As the smells of baked chicken and potatoes fill the air, the team prepares for dinner. Often, Medic will retire to his lab to continue his research,but as tonight is a movie night for the German and the Russian, Medic opts to join the others. Demo stumbles to the table while soldier sets his plate his place at the table. Sniper remains at his seat at the bar, as spy remains in his room. But a pyro jumps from their seat and grabs their plate before miraculously bringing the plate back up with them to their spot. An always hungry Scout arrives midway through the meal with sleepy eyes and messy hair, demanding food. Engi obliges with all of their inconsistent eating schedules, and even manages to heat up Scouts food before he comes in.

“What’s for dinner” scout asks loudly.

“We got some chicken and potatoes for ya, sunny” says Engineer, setting a plate in front of the tired man and clapping him softly on the shoulder. “Eat up, now” he says, maternally.

“Tavish” Soldier says breaking the silence. “Did you see my rocket jumps today. I must have jumped all over that glorious battlefield” states the American, proudly.

“Aye, mate, I saw your jumps” slurs the demo man, not drunk enough yet to be quite so loud, but still slurring and swaying.

“Weren’t they good” questions Soldier, not entirely paying attention to the conversation he’s apart off.

“Aye mate” Demo replies, taking a sip of his scrumpy.

“Welp, looks like ill be off” says Sniper after a few moment of silence, slinging a dog food bag sized bag of coffee beans over his shoulder.

Engie ‘awes’ in small protest.

“You’re not gonna join us for a round a’ cards” asks the Texan.

Sniper rolls his head to the side, considering his nightly routine, before groaning, knowing he doesn’t have an excuse.

“A’right mate. One game” replies the Aussie, setting down the bag and holding up a finger. The group knows it wont just be one game with Snipers love for gambling, but celebration in heard from around the table, and even the loud leather on plastic sounds can be heard from up in the rafters, indicating Pyro will be spectating for a few rounds.

Drunken laughter and jests echo throughout the base as the rounds of Poker last late into the night. Heavy joins when the movie ends, but medic retires to his lab. Demo is seated next to Soldier, as, no matter how many times he plays with the group, he never quite grasps it and needs help. Scout reclines in his seat, confidant in his hand, and sipping a light beer. Engie hunches over his cards, utterly unaware of his face reveling his awful hand. Sniper sits with one arm casually slung over the back of the chair, and, unlike his engineering friend, is utterly stone faced. With the agreed upon ‘last game’ of the night being one by non other than Soldier, the team collectively stretches and says goodnight to the others. Pyro has long been in their room, asleep, while the others fall back to their rooms, and Sniper making the trek back to his van.

Although Scout feigns sleepiness at the table, not ten minuets after the lights had been turned off for the night, he slips to the kitchen, for a snack to take back to his room. Spy, having an unpredictable sleep and hunger schedule, does the same, but much later in the night. The others sleep soundly in their respective dwelling areas. The rooms are spaced just enough so that non of the mercs can hear each other snoring as they sleep in the hot, barely conditioned base.

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since0202 · 3 years

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Chapter 20: B-word

Grace woke up to the soft glow of Paul’s digital clock on his nightstand: it read 5:02 a.m.. She felt exceptionally warm, a feeling she was coming to be very familiar with sleeping in bed with a member of the pack. Paul’s white t-shirt hung loose on her frame and was the only thing she was wearing. She crept out of bed to the bathroom quickly to pee. When she looked in the mirror to take in the state of herself, she placed a hand over her mouth to stifle a giggle.

Her cheeks were flushed red, and she let her fingers caress the red warmth. Her hair was disheveled and her eyes held their half lidded shape somewhere between sleep and a flutter of immense pleasure. Her mind lingered back to just a few hours ago as she and Paul were clutched together, Grace on top of him this time moving needy and quick over him as he cradled his hands on her hips and ass helping her to move up and down on him and sucking softly at her breast.

She pulled the hand across her mouth back to gingerly touch her lips that were swollen and soft from rough, wanting kisses that asked for more and more. She quickly combed fingers through her hair to smooth it down, snapping herself from her reverie, and then crept back into Paul’s room looking for her clothes. She had to get back to the Cullen’s before Bella woke up. She was going to tell Bella about Paul, but she just didn’t want to cause a fuss so early in the morning. As she shuffled quietly around the room gathering her things, she heard Paul stir from the bed.

“Mmm, where do you think you’re going before the sun’s even up?” his deep morning voice made her lower body tingle and she smiled warmly, whispering:

“I don’t want anyone to think I’ve been kidnapped and my honor taken under the cover of night. I have a reputation to remain on this rez,” Grace laughed. As she spotted her underwear just under his bed and leaned close to get it, he reached out with one swift arm and grabbed her. She shrieked trying to turn out of his grasp, but he held fast and pulled her to him, pressing her back against his warm chest. Grace giggled and tried to pretend to struggle against him as the hand he had wrapped around her belly snaked its way up toward her breasts.

“Paul for real, I gotta go!” Grace protested only half serious. He smiled, kissing on her neck and grumbling low in her ear:

“You wiggling is not helping your case here.” She could feel how much isn’t wasn’t helping, alright. Paul hadn’t bothered to put his boxers back on after the third time they’d gone at each other last night, so there was nothing between them—she felt him pressed against her back loud and clear.

“They’re going to worry!” Grace tried again, turning her head ever so slightly so his kisses could land closer to her lips.

“Letting my nearly naked girlfriend leave my bed to run back to house full of vampires does not appeal at all to your short-fuse boyfriend,” his other hand had pushed under her waist and was moving it’s way down her hips, sliding between her thighs and pushing them open. Grace let out a gasp as he gently stroked her there—she closed her eyes and leaned her head back, triggering an eagerness in Paul to roughly kiss on her throat and clutch her breast.

“Say you’re my boyfriend again,” Grace exhaled, eyes still closed. Paul chuckled running his lips across the edge of her ear before saying,

“Maybe later. Don’t want to wear my name out,” he teased before fully cupping her mound and pushing down, causing Grace to instinctively arch her back. He quickly entered her from behind, rushing into her and causing Grace to let out a sharp cry before happily matching his rhythm as early morning light poured through his window.

6:14 a.m.

Grace clicked the front door of the Cullen home softly behind her before hurrying up the steps to her guest room. On the landing, Rosalie was standing at the other end of the hallway, arms crossed and giving her a knowing smile.

“And where have you been all night?” Rosalie asked, not trying to keep her voice down. Grace looked around panicked and held out a hand.

“I was, was, was, uuuuhh, tending to business on the rez,” Grace said quickly and not convincingly.

“Well, your business stinks. I can smell you from here,” Rosalie wrinkled her nose and turned to walk back toward the study.

“Thanks,” Grace breathed to an empty hallway before quickly retreating into the guest room. She made a beeline for the shower, trying to smell herself. She didn’t think she smelled that bad, but who knows.

Grace took her time in the shower, letting her mind wander back to last night as she touched parts of her body that Paul had lingered on, clutched to, or gripped. She knew what would be waiting for her on the other side of all of this. Someone was going to get hurt, but she needed to sit in this moment of happiness for just a moment longer.

Before she had left, much to the continued protesting of Paul, she begged him to do his best not to let what had happened creep into his head during rounds. He gave her a wicked grin and had the audacity to ask why, before she let out an aggravated groan and said: “I’d really like all of this to be a ‘your-eyes-only’ thing.”

She motioned up and down to her body which Paul was aggressively staring at.

“Say no more,” he said seriously. Grace had a feeling that watching a pack member drool over or make a comment about Paul’s picture of her naked body would result in some serious mauling.

Grace didn’t bother drying her hair, opting to let it dry natural and wavy before pulling on some dark wash jeans, a black fitted t-shirt and grey zip up sweatshirt. Grace plugged in her phone and before going downstairs to appear totally normal and not like she had been rolling around in bed with her newly anointed boyfriend last night, she checked her phone.

SMS Text—6:33 a.m.: Paul

Be safe. I’ll call you after rounds tonight

Signed, your boyfriend.

Grace laughed before quickly typing her reply:

I will. Thanks for last night < 3

I’ll talk to you soon, from your very exhausted girlfriend

She clipped her phone shut and left it on the nightstand and contemplated mussing up her sheets to make it look like she had slept there last night. Shaking her head, she left them perfectly made up instead and made her way down to the kitchen, peeking around the corner to scope it out before busting in like she owned the place.

Alice was tentatively at the stove prodding at pancakes when Grace came into view with her hands folded in front of her.

“Good morning!” Alice cried. “Oh my goodness, I didn’t think you’d be up so early!” Alice said, a tone of lilted recognition in her voice.

“Oh!” Grace said a little surprised as she came to sit at the island across from Alice, “Just an early riser, I guess. School’s been a grind lately so I’m used to it I guess.”

“Right,” Alice looked at her with a knowing smile and then back at her pancakes, “Well! Breakfast is not ready just yet, I’m trying to learn the perfect brown of a pancake, but they’ll be ready before you know it! Help yourself to some coffee.”

Bella woke up a couple hours later and stumbled still in her pajamas into the kitchen while Grace and Alice chatted away easily.

“You’re chipper this morning,” Bella said off hand through a yawn as Alice placed a cup of tea in front of her.

“What’s that supposed to mean?” Grace said aghast. Could Bella really tell so quickly?

“Pink cheeks, happier than I’ve seen in weeks,” Bella said sleepily as she leaned into her cup. Grace looked at her over her second cup of coffee and raised her eyebrows. “You’re happy is all, jeez,” Bella laughed.

“Thank you, I am. Very happy.” She enunciated the last two words and broke out in a giggles as she made eye contact with Alice. Grace had found it very easy to get along with a feel close with Alice. She understood now why Bella liked her too. Alice was easy to love, warm, knowing, but always true.

“What’s that supposed to mean?” Bella echoed Grace’s earlier statement. Alice finished cutting some fresh bright peppers and scattered them elegantly across Bella’s stack of pancakes before sliding it in front of her.

Alice looked to Grace for permission who gave a short nod and eye roll before Alice blurted out excitedly, “She’s got a boyfriend. A real official boyfriend!” She finished the announcement with a squeal of utter delight. Bella almost choked on her tea.

“What?! Oh my god, really? Jake?!” Bella said wide eyed. It was Grace’s turn to choke on her coffee. Between cough and sputters that she got out she shook her head no.

“No! No, no, no. Paul!” Grace said before clearing her throat and saying, “Paul Lahote is my boyfriend.” The words rolled off her tongue easily and she liked the taste of them. Paul Lahote was hers. Her boyfriend. She crossed her legs to help quiet the throb that had returned when she thought about last night. Get a grip, Grace. She told herself.

“Oh Paul!” Bella said somewhat surprised before she changed her tone and said, “That’s so great! You guys are-are great together.”

“Yikes, Bella,” Rosalie said as she entered the kitchen and sat next to Grace. Bella squirmed uncomfortably in her seat.

“It’s an easy mistake to make,” Grace interjected. “Honestly, I get around,” she toasted herself and bust out laughing. Bella relaxed and laughed to shaking her head.

“So what happened?” Rosalie asked, her eyes curious and invested. Grace wasn’t sure why Rosalie seemed to like Grace as much as she did. The entire night before when they were in the girl’s night part of their sleepover, she had doted on Grace, fixing her hair, pushing back her cuticles, tending to her like a doll. Curious.

“Uh, well,” Grace looked from Rosalie to Alice. They of course knew that she had snuck out the night before and now it was clear where she had been.

“You don’t have to say,” Alice suddenly waved it off.

“Nooo!” Both Rosalie and Bella chorused, surprising each other.

“No secrets, remember?” Bella said. Grace looked to her and then bit her lip, holding back a smile and said:

“I went to see him last night. He texted me and well, he gets under my skin, you know.” Grace said, suddenly getting nervous at all of the eyes on her. “And…”

“And?” Rosalie prompted.

“We… we had sex,” Grace finally got out closing her eyes tight and letting the exulatations from the others rush over her. “Like a lot...of sex.”

“Oh my god,” Bella said, blushing profusely. She was suddenly hiding her face in her tea.

“Oh, I forgot, Bella’s a little virgin. Not too many details now, Grace,” Rosalie chided. Bella’s face flamed hot as she looked up with a grimace.

“Rosalie,” Alice groaned. Grace looked quickly to Bella.

“Bella, I’m sorry, I didn’t mean to-” Grace started to which Bella became even more embarrassed.

“Oh jeez, please don’t apologize. I’m not some innocent little baby. I know what sex is. I grew up sharing a house with Renee, remember? She wasn’t entirely secretive about her conquests.” Bella stammered trying to gain some composure.

“Okay,” Grace said still apologetically. Rosalie leaned in and said quietly.

“So how was it?” Grace blushed and tried to hold in her giddy laughter. She was a woman possessed. And she leaned into Rosalie, while Alice tried to feign disinterest but still leaned toward them while Grace tried to spill some details.

Bella speared a strawberry and looked out the window.

Back at home, Grace unpacked her bag and started a load of laundry. When she returned to her room, Bella was sitting on her bed picking at the tips of her fingers.

“Bella?” Grace asked. Bella looked up suddenly and said.

“You can tell me stuff, you know. I’m not a total prude.” Bella said a little dejectedly.

“Oh my god,” Grace said as she dropped her laundry basket and moved to sit next to her. “I know! And it’s not a big deal really. I just didn’t want to make you uncomfortable. You just seemed….uncomfortable.”

Bella fidgeted some more. “I wasn’t. I just-” Grace looked to Bella’s fingers. “I know me and Edward aren’t there yet, but I can still talk about these things.”

“I know! And hey, it’s totally okay to go at your own pace okay? I didn’t mean to make you feel left out. Come here,” She pulled Bella into a hug, “You’re like my sister. Okay?”

“Okay,” Bella mumbled into her hair letting out a light laugh. They each pulled back from the hug.

“No secrets,” Grace said holding out her pinky. Bella let out a laugh and looped her pinky with hers.

“No secrets.” They sat quietly for a second swinging their pinkies back and forth before Bella shyly asked, “So...what was it like? Was it your first time or?”

Grace broke into an overwhelming bright smile.

“So, if I’m being totally honest, no it wasn’t my first time. Brad Boychen was my first, ugh,” Grace stuck out her tongue and pointed to the back of her throat indicating a gag, “But this time, everything felt so new and right and he was so sweet.” Grace felt her hand creeping up to hold around her neck. “And I honestly can’t stop thinking about it. He just knew what to do, and I felt like with him, I knew what to do too. We just clicked together.” Grace flushed and let out a sigh before looking at Bella who was enraptured.

“How did you know he wanted to...you know?” Bella blushed and then forced herself to proceed, “I mean, how did you know that you were ready to have sex. With him i mean.”

“Well, I honestly did not know when I went over there last night that that was the plan. Like at all. But when I got there, I just felt like something had changed between us and we acknowledged something in each other we knew had been building for awhile. It was definitely a mutual decision. He waited for cues and I responded to those cues I think. Does that make sense?” Grace cocked her head to one side.

“Did he initiate it? Or did you?”

“Definitely him, he said he was tired of the ‘back and forth’ so he was making a decision. And then he just kissed me and-” Grace paused smiling again, shaking her head. “It just happened. And it was so wonderful.” Grace watched Bella’s face carefully for the next few minutes. It seemed like she was mulling something over so Grace went out on a limb, “Are you and Edward thinking about….you know?” Grace nudged Bella with her shoulder.

Bella’s gaze shot up and her eyes were wide, “Oh no! No definitely not. I mean….Edward is….very old fashioned,” she scoffed. “But that doesn’t mean that I don’t want to.” she admitted.

Grace paused before asking her next question. “Can I ask? Ummm, like how will that work? I don’t claim to be an expert on the mechanics of vampire-human sex, but...I don’t if you had..thought about it?” Grace stumbled over that last bit and blushed profusely. She really didn’t hope Bella thought that she was thinking about how her and her boyfriend would have sex.

“I think it works like normal?” Bella said a little unsure. “I mean, we’ve definitely gotten to a point where I thought things were about to go farther, but he always stops. It’s so….” she made a face, “Frustrating. I totally get that he wants to wait, but if it was up to me…” Bella stalled there, letting her curtain of hair cover her face.

“Woah, Bella,” Grace said jokingly, “You’re a total sex freak.”

Bella’s jaw dropped before she made a sound of protest and smacked Grace with her history binder.

“Whatever,” she laughed, “I’m not the one having wild all nighter sex with a half human, half wolf.”

“Hey, he’s fully human when we do it,” Grace laughed. She heard a car horn honk out in front and looked over her shoulder.

“Who’s that?” Bella said. Grace crawled across Bella’s bed and opened her window that looked over the front yard. Paul was leaning against the passenger side door of his forerunner, arms crossed in a cream colored crew neck sweater and jeans, smiling up at her when she leaned out.

“What are you doing here?” She called out, a smile breaking over her face and her belly swelling with warmth already.

“Come down from your balcony, Juliet so I can say hi to you the right way.” Paul called back up. Delighted, she pulled back from the window and bolted toward her door saying over her shoulder, “It’s Paul!” to Bella. Once down the stairs, she pulled on her boots and bounded out the front door, running full tilt toward him and crashing into his open arms.

They’re lips collided effortlessly and he kissed her like he hadn’t seen her in weeks, holding her to him and lifting her body up off the ground. When she broke away from the kiss she said, breathy: “Hi.”

He put his forehead to hers, kissing gently at her nose before saying softly, “Hi.”

“Was that the right way to say hello?” Grace asked, cocking her head to the side and feeling her feet touch the ground.

“To your boyfriend, yes,” Paul laughed, leaning down to softly kiss her again.

“What are you doing here, again?” Grace asked.

“It’s bonfire night babe. Go get dressed.” Paul patted her hip and let another hand come up to tuck her hair behind her ear. “We’re ‘coming out’ tonight, so I want to show you off a little bit”

“Oh!” Grace said, her eyes widening nervously. Did everyone already know?

“Word gets around the rez,” Paul said shrugging and letting his hands move up and down her arms instinctively to warm her up. “Don’t worry, your rep is cleanly in tact. Pack’s honor.” Grace laughed at this and kissed him again, relishing in the feeling of getting to do it anytime she wanted.

“Okay, just give me ten minutes?” Grace said stepping back. Paul nodded and Grace turned to jog inside.

In her bedroom she got dressed quickly, pulling on a cream colored chunky knit sweater with a thick turtle neck to match Paul’s and some black, tight jeans. She ran a brush through her hair a few times and opted to tie half of it up in a loose knot, letting the rest fall down around her shoulders. It was getting long, she’d need to get it cut soon. She patted some orange red lip tint on that blushed against her warm brown skin.

“Can you do me a favor?” Grace said over her should to Bella who was propped on her bed with a book.

“Yeah, sure.” Bella said.

“Can you cover for me? I might be getting home kind of late tonight.” Grace said smiling knowingly. Bella smiled.

“Of course!” Bella replied.

“Are you going to be okay tonight?”

“Oh yeah, Edward should be here soon.” Bella said. Grace came over and kissed the top of her head before waving goodbye and hurtling down the steps, pulling on her boots once more before she skipped down the steps toward Paul.

He broke into a wide smile and when she reached him again, he bent his head down and kissed her softly before whispering, “You look beautiful.”

“Thank you.” she smiled up at him. He opened the passenger door for her and when she got in he closed it behind her.

When he hopped into the driver seat, he took her hand into his and said “Ready?”

“Ready.” She breathed. She hadn’t been this excited since her junior prom. Something about declaring her and Paul as a couple to the rez felt so satisfying and nerve wracking and thrilling.

He pulled her hand up to his lips to kiss and then they were off, the sun just beginning to set behind them.

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For @letitialewiss - Kim, I am so blessed every day by your presence. You are so such a positive light. I am so lucky to be able to know you and that I get to call you my friend. I hope you know how truly wonderful you are. HAPPY BIRTHDAY SUNFLOWER, I love you! 💛💛💛

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TK Strand was going to be the death of Carlos.

He knew that was to be the case on his very first day at UT Austin when he stumbled into his dorm room to find TK, in all his glory waiting for him. TK was all green eyes, messy brown hair and a shining smile; the type of boy that Carlos could see himself liking. But then TK just had to open his mouth and talk. TK had been a New York implant, bitter about being forced to move to Austin with his firefighting father and had not taken kindly to his roommate being a born and raised Austin native with a police officer father. That was all it took for the rivalry to be born. It was incredibly silly, petty even, Carlos was highly aware of that. But the two had slowly grown to dislike each other because of it.

Except that hadn’t been the truth, at least not in Carlos’ case. He had found himself growing quite fond of his roommate, despite their childish antics towards one another. He had found himself staring just a little too long at TK, or would feel himself getting the urge to lean him against the nearest wall and kiss him. But he had restrained that feeling, pushed it deep down within himself hoping one day that he would wake up and be gone forever.

He restrained that feeling now, his pencil twirling between his fingers as he stared across the library where TK sat, deep in conversation with his best friend Marjan. It was the last day of finals week and while everyone should have been studying, he knew for a fact that they were all talking about the parties that they were going to go after.

“You’re drooling, Reyes.”

Carlos startled, dropping his pencil and nearly falling off his chair as he snapped his gaze away from TK. He cleared his throat and looked up just as his own best friend Paul pulled out a chair to sit down next to him. He very well knew that he wasn’t in fact drooling but he couldn’t help but to bring a hand up and wipe at his mouth. Paul watched him, chuckling and shaking his head.

“You are nauseating.” Paul said as he opened his textbook. “Seriously, it has been two years, isn't this whole thing getting a little petty? If you like the dude, why don’t you just tell him?”

Carlos didn’t think that sounded like a good idea at all. “Because he’d probably laugh in my face and then reject me. I’m an Austin boy, remember? He doesn’t like Austin boys.”

“He doesn’t like Austin because he was forced to move here. That was two years ago. The boy has to be over it by now. Besides I highly doubt he’d laugh at you or reject you, if he does, he’s a complete and total idiot.”

“Awe, don’t talk about yourself like that, Paul.” Carlos felt as his body instantly tensed and heated up at the familiar voice drifting into their conversation. He slowly looked up as TK approached the table with Marjan close behind him.

“TK, how totally unpleasant it is to see you.” Paul quipped with an icy tone to his voice.

“Aren’t you just hilarious.” TK’s voice dripped with sarcasm as he spoke and he pulled out a chair to sit down, close enough that Carlos could feel his breathing. “So boys, are you coming to the party tonight?”

“Are you going to be there?” Carlos asked, making the mistake of looking at him, nearly losing his breath at the sight of TK’s incredible green eyes staring back at him. When TK nodded, Carlos shook his head. “That’ll be a hard pass then, Strand.”

TK narrowed his eyes at him, but there was a slight hint of a smile on his lips. “What? Do you not like parties unless they are in a barn or something?”

“Oh wow, that’s a good one, New York.” Carlos said, unable to hold back an eye roll.

TK popped out his bottom lip into a pout and Carlos had to force himself to look away. What he would give to pull that lip between his teeth. “Aw, is that all you got? No comeback? I’m disappointed, you’re going soft. But don’t worry, I get it, you are too cool for the party.”

“If we agree to come to the stupid party, will you please leave?” Carlos asked.

TK pretended to think for a moment before shrugging. “Sure.”

“Then we’ll come.” Carlos confirmed earning a look of discontent from Paul. He then proceeded to shoo TK away with his hand. “Bye now.”

“I can’t believe how much of a joy it is to be around you, Reyes.” TK started as he stood up from his chair. “It’s no wonder you just have people flock towards you.”

Carlos opened his mouth but TK was already turning around and walking towards the exit before he could even get a word out. It took a moment before Paul broke the silence again.

“He is a menace, tell me again why it is you like him?”

“I don’t.” Carlos whispered, watching as TK completely disappeared from sight. He very well knew how fake he sounded with that statement.

“Why did you say that we would go to the party? I thought we were staying in and having a movie night tonight? Besides you hate parties.”

Carlos shrugged one shoulder. “I know but the dude just knows how to get under my skin and I am not about to let him win.”

“Petty.” Paul teased in a sing-song tone that made Carlos glare at him.

“Watch it, Strickland or you’ll be the next one to have a rivalry with me.” Carlos joked as they both stood up from the table, ready to take their final exam for the semester. Carlos just wished that he didn’t have to have TK on his brain at that moment.

“Seriously though, you should tell him.” Paul whispered as they walked alongside each other, towards the exit of the library.

“I’m telling you that I don’t like him. I barely feel anything for the guy.” He mumbled back. But he was lying, to Paul and to himself. But he hoped that the more he had said it, the more it would become the truth.

***

TK walked out of the exam room instantly getting met with a punch to the shoulder, light enough that it wasn’t meant to be malicious but hard enough to make a point. He rubbed at his arm as he turned to find Marjan with a smirk on her lips and arms across her chest.

“Um, ow?” TK said, unsure of what earned him such an attack. “What the heck was that for?”

Marjan didn’t say anything in return, just stared at him in silence.

“Marj? Why are you staring at me like that?”

“Oh, I’m sorry.” She starts, the smirk growing. “I was just thinking back to this morning when my best friend TK Strand insisted that we stay in instead of going to - how did he describe it? - some dumb party. I’d like to know where he is because all I see is some lovesick dork who melts to the ground every time Carlos Reyes is in even the slightest vicinity to him.”

TK glared at her, rolling his eyes. “I’m not lovesick and even if I was, I can assure you it wouldn’t be over Carlos. In case you’ve forgotten, I don’t like him.”

Marjan huffs a laugh, shaking her head. “In case you’ve forgotten I’m the person that knows you better than you know yourself, TK. I know what you are like when you are deep for a boy and this, this is a whole new extreme.”

TK sighs, closing his eyes for a moment as he stopped walking. “Do you hate me?” He asks, turning towards her before opening up his eyes. She stared at him for a moment before she smiled, warm and kind.

“Nah. I’m just messing with you. I’m your best friend, what are we for if not to support you in your quest to get a date with your roommate who you have loved - I mean hated - for the past two years?”

TK shook his head, choosing to ignore the second half of her statement. “And that attitude is what makes you, Marjan Marwani, my favourite person ever. You know I love you, right?”

Her smile widened as they began to walk once again. “I do and I know I am.”

“And?” TK pushes.

She rolled her eyes fondly. “I love you too, TK.”

He develops a smile of his own, throwing an arm over her shoulders. “Thank you.”

“You do know that I am not going to ever stop teasing you though, right?”

TK sighs, shaking his head. “Yeah. I know.”

***

“I can’t believe you made me do this.” It was the second time Paul had said it since they left the dorm. They walked down the sidewalk towards the frat house that was undoubtedly having the party as loud music played through the open windows and people spilled out into the yard. Carlos could already feel claustrophobia setting in. “I would so rather be home right now.”

“It’ll be fine.” Carlos assured him as they walked up the front steps. “All we need to do is make an appearance to humour him and then we can leave and go watch our movie. An hour tops.”

“Okay, I’m holding you to that.”

They bumped their fists together as they walked through the threshold and into the house. Immediately, Carlos was reminded of why Paul was exactly right, he had never been a party person; even in high school. He always opted for doing literally anything else but he was eager to prove TK wrong, or impress him, he wasn’t really sure which one.

They weaved through the crowd of people that were mingling and dancing in the house where Carlos knew drinks would be. Once they had finally made it there, Carlos was finally able to breathe again. He reached to grab a bottle of water from the pile of drinks while Paul took one of the beers.

“You’re not going to drink?” Paul asked as he cracked the bottle open.

Carlos raised an eyebrow. “Someone has to get you home in one piece.”

Paul waved him off. “You worry too much.”

When they ventured from the kitchen after getting their drinks, they walked into the living room. As he glanced around, Carlos found TK standing amongst the crowd, his own bottle of water in his hand. Carlos tilted his head, watching TK as he talked and laughed with the people around him. In the two years that Carlos had known him, he had never seen TK take a single drink of anything alcoholic. He knew that there must have been a reason but he never asked, figuring that if it was something that TK wanted him to know, he would have told him.

Carlos broke his gaze away from TK, quickly throwing himself into a conversation with Paul as a distraction. It was only a few moments before that voice was interrupting them once again.

“Well, look who came after all. I really didn’t think you would.” TK’s voice was incredibly smug as he spoke and Carlos felt his heart skip in his chest as TK threw an arm around his shoulders.

“I’m not about to allow you to think you’ve got the upper hand or anything.” Carlos said, quickly stepping away from TK. “Don’t want you getting too confident in yourself.”

There was a mischievous twinkle in TKs eyes and he smirked. “Too late. I’m highly confident you won’t last more than an hour. Have fun.” And then he was turning back around and walking back to his friends.

“An hour, that’s all we need.” Carlos whispered, confirming what he had promised to Paul earlier. Although, he wasn’t sure if he was trying more to convince Paul with the statement or himself. But he knew that an hour is all he needed to take and then he could go home and pretend his feelings didn’t exist.

***

“Ready to go?”

Carlos looked up from where he was leant by the door as Paul approached him. He had texted him five minutes ago letting him know that it was time and that they could go home. “Yeah definitely, let’s get the hell out of here.”

Before they could move any further, Carlos heard loud yelling coming from one of the other rooms and the music seemed to suddenly stop. As he listened closer, he realised he recognised the voice. TK. He and Paul exchanged a look before they were both rushing into the next room to see what the commotion was about. They rounded the corner just in time to see TK throw a punch, his fist connecting with a guy’s face. The guy, who Carlos recognised as the host of the party Logan Kepner, stumbled backwards before he was throwing a punch of his own. Carlos winced as Logan’s fist made contact with TK’s cheek, throwing him sideways. He had lost count of how many punches were thrown after that and it wasn’t until TK pushed Logan against the wall that Carlos finally stepped forwards and grabbed TK’s arm mid-swing, pulling him backwards.

“TK! Stop!” Carlos yelled when TK tried to pull away from him before he finally stopped struggling, opting to simply glare at the guy. Carlos shook his head as he took in TK’s appearance. “Jesus, TK, you’re bleeding.”

“I’m fine.” TK snapped, pulling his arm away from Carlos’ grip before turning around and disappearing from the room. Carlos heard the front door slam to punctuate his exit. The party seemed to resume after that as if nothing had happened and Carlos felt someone walk up beside him. He turned to find Marjan.

“What was all that about?” He asked, hoping she would have an idea.

He frowned when she only shrugged and shook her head. “I have no idea. One minute they were talking and he was fine and then the next he snapped.”

“You should go after him.” Paul said coming up onto his other side.

“But -”

“Carlos, don’t argue with me. I’ll be fine, I promise. I’ll just stick with Marjan. Now go.”

Carlos slowly nodded before he turned without another word, pushing himself through the crowd to follow TK out of the door.

***

Carlos had arrived back to their dorm room in record time to find TK standing at the freezer, digging around for what he could only assume was an ice pack of some sort.

“Congratulations, only you can get into a completely sober fight.” Carlos joked, hoping to break some of the tension. He didn’t understand why he felt the need. His and TK’s relationship was built on tension. Although he was sure that the tension he felt towards TK was much different than the form TK felt towards him. If he was lucky, maybe it wasn’t.

“Ha, you’re hilarious.” TK said before he closed the freezer door coming up with nothing. Carlos’ stomach turned with sickness at the sight of the blood dripping from TK’s nose and his split lip, along with the already colourful bruise over his left eye. Carlos watched as he jumped up to sit on the counter.

Carlos let out a deep breath and he silently walked over to the hallway cupboard to grab out a cloth before he made his way back into the kitchen, wetting it under the tap. When he got close to TK, the boy moved his face away from him.

“I don’t need your help.” TK whispered stubbornly.

“Quit being such a tough guy. I promise I won’t tell anyone you let your guard down.”

TK rolled his eyes but nodded and Carlos tapped his knee, stepping between his legs when he parted them. He then began dabbing lightly at the blood that was drying to TK’s pale skin.

“So what happened?” Carlos asked as he worked.

“What do you mean?” TK replied, his eyes closed.

“What did that guy say to make you snap? Something snippy about New York?”

“No. It was nothing.” TK whispered and Carlos couldn’t help but to notice that TK made no move to make a joke back to him and that worried him only slightly.

“Sure, I believe that. Seriously, TK, what was it?”

“He was just mouthing off.” TK said, wincing slightly as Carlos began to clean his nose.

“About what?” Carlos pushed.

“Nothing.”

“TK, come on, that was not -”

“It was about you, okay!” TK snapped, opening his eyes and looking at Carlos. “Are you happy?”

Carlos’ hand fell away from TK's face as he stared, wide eyed at his roommate. “Excuse me?”

TK sighed, looking down as he fumbled his fingers together. Carlos knew for a fact that it was something that he did when he was nervous. “He was saying shit about you and I couldn’t stand there and let him do that. You don’t deserve it.”

Carlos’ eyebrows furrowed. He was in a state of complete confusion at this point. “But TK, why would you defend me? You don’t even like me?”

TK snorted, rolling his eyes. “You actually think that I could dislike you, Carlos? I thought you were supposed to be smart.”

Carlos couldn’t help the blush that ran up his neck and hit his cheeks. “But - you - I -” Carlos stumbled over his words before he shook his head, finally settling on “You like me?”

“Of course I like you, you dork. I’ve liked you ever since you stumbled through that door on the first day.” TK said, a smile on his bruised face. “You’re one of the best people I know.”

Carlos frowned. “But we’ve been at each other’s throats every day since.”

“And when we were at each other’s throats,” TK said, putting air quotes around the words. “Did you ever once hold any sort of anger or hatred? Even a little bit?”

Carlos didn’t even need to think about his answer. He knew his feelings. “No, not at all.”

“Exactly, me either. It was fun. But it makes me think that I’m not the only one that has been lying these past two years.” TK said, his voice lowering with the accusation.

Carlos couldn’t breathe all of a sudden and he needed to get away. Fast. “You don’t know what you’re talking about.” He turned to move, desperate to hide himself away but he felt a gentle grip grab at his wrist, holding him in place. He was then forced to slowly turn and look back at TK.

“You think I don’t see the way you look at me? Because I do.” TK whispered, his voice so soft and light. “I tend to look at you the same way when you don’t realise it.”

Carlos could feel himself losing control of his emotions as tears found his eyes. “I don’t understand, why are you just telling me this now? If you’ve known for two years, why now?”

TK shrugged. “Because it just really hit me tonight after that ass tried to insult you. I felt something deep in my stomach and I’ve been feeling it for a while. But tonight it snapped in me and I just couldn’t hold it back anymore. Besides, like I said we were having fun, I didn’t want to ruin it.”

Carlos slowly nodded before lowering his head, unable to look at TK anymore. He knew exactly what his roommate was talking about. He had that feeling since the first time he stared into TK’s eyes. “I understand that.”

Carlos felt gentle fingers on his jaw, travelling until they were underneath his chin to guide his face up so that he was staring into TK’s gaze once again. TK then leaned forwards until they were only a breath away from each other and Carlos became highly aware of his heart pounding in his chest.

“I’m sorry that I made you think I didn’t like you.” TK whispered, his breath hot against Carlos’ face. “I do. I really really like you, Carlos.”

Carlos nodded, their lips brushing together. “I really like you too.” He whispered back before he moved to close the small gap between the two of them.

When their lips met, Carlos felt TK wince slightly and he tried to pull away but TK shook his head, whispering “It’s okay, don’t stop” against his lips. Carlos was thankful for that because he thinks he would never want to stop this moment from happening. TK wrapped his arms around Carlos’ neck and Carlos wrapped his around TK’s waist, sliding him closer. Carlos had suddenly felt as though a fire had broken free in his chest, his entire body warming underneath TK’s lips. When TK moved to deepen the kiss, Carlos was happy to oblige, allowing TK in. It was as if every single piece of a puzzle had fallen together, like everything he could have ever dreamt of.

When air was beginning to be a problem, they broke their lips away from each other but they stayed close with TK setting his forehead against Carlos’. “Wow.” TK whispered, breathless.

“Yeah.” Carlos agreed, a smile on his face.

“If I had known that was what I was missing I would have kissed you a long time ago.”

Carlos chuckled. “Trust me, I wanted to so many times.”

“I can’t believe this has been what it was like for two years and neither of us had the balls to say anything to each other.” TK pointed out.

“You’ve got to admit kissing each other would put a dent into the bitter rivalry that we have established with one another.”

TK raised an eyebrow, pulling away slightly. “Bitter?”

“You were pretty bitter.”

“Says the guy that has called me ‘New York’ for the past two years.” TK said.

Carlos grinned, the bickering now seeming more hilarious to him and he moved to pull TK even closer to him so their bodies were pressed hard together.

TK’s smile faltered slightly, shrinking to a smaller, more serious one. “So, where do we go from here?” He asked, his fingers coming up to tangle themselves in Carlos’ curls.

Carlos swallowed hard, his throat growing dry. He knew the answer to the question but it was hard for him to even say it. This had been everything he felt over the past two years and he couldn’t believe he was standing here admitting it. This was something that he never thought he’d be doing. After a moment, he finally spoke, his voice low in a whisper. “Well, I think the next step would be to ask you out on a date. But since I think we are beyond that point, I think it’d just be safe to ask you to be my boyfriend.”

TK didn’t answer, only leant forwards to bring their lips together again. This kiss only lasted a few seconds before they were pulling away. “I would like nothing more than to be your boyfriend, Carlos Reyes.”

Carlos’ smile grew, his nose scrunching up. “Can you believe that it took you getting into a fight to make us realise this?”

TK chuckled. “Well you always did say I was impulsive and reckless.”

“You do have an unimaginable talent of getting yourself into trouble.” Carlos teased. "And while I'm flattered that you wanted to defend me, maybe we should try keeping fist fights to a minimum."

“Deal.” TK agreed before, “Man, I can only imagine how Paul and Marjan are going to react. They are going to have a field day with this.”

“Well, we don’t have to worry about that tonight. Tonight it’s just you and I.”

TK let out an audible sigh, wrapping his legs around Carlos’ waist as Carlos pulled him off the counter. “I love the sound of that.”

“Me too.”

The conversation melted away as their lips locked once again. Carlos tightened his arms around TK’s body, suddenly never wanting to let him go. He could feel his world slowly beginning to disappear from beneath him and the only thing he was left with was TK. He allowed himself to let go, to get lost in TK’s entire being and allowed TK to do the same with him.

And in that moment, nothing else mattered.

***

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waitimcomingtoo · 5 years

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hi, idk if you're taking requests rn but i was wondering if you could do a peter x astrophilia! reader where they're stargazing and he's just staring at her in awe while she rambles about space and she sees him staring and just blushes n goes quiet 🥺

Astrophilia

Astrophilia- (noun) Love of and/or obsession with planets, stars, and outer space.

Pairing: Peter Parker x Reader

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At age fourteen, you didn’t exactly have much on your plate. It was the summer before high school and your days mostly consisted of the same things: Subways rides to the “dangerous” parts of New York (or as far as Aunt May allowed) and trips to random streets you couldn’t find on a map. Some days were spent inside playing Mario Kart until your thumbs hated you, and some days were spent outdoors until the sun had fully set and your parents were just about ready to kill you for being out so late. No matter what you were doing, you days were spent with your best friend Peter Parker.

You’d been friends since preschool and being apart was not something either of you enjoyed. Today was no different. You were hanging out in Peters room, just three days before high school was going to start.

It was a slow Sunday. You were just sitting on Peters bed, joking around like always. It's been that way for years, Peter and Y/n, the dynamic duo. But you kinda always liked him a little more than a friend. You couldn't help it. Peter was sweet, kind, adorable, respectful, and treated you like royalty. You didn’t know when the platonic moments in your friendship began to feel romantic, but once you noticed, it was all you thought about.

“Do you think the people will be nice?” You asked Peter as you curled into on of his pillows. Peter joined you on the bed and shrugged.

“I’m sure they’ll be nice enough.” He said.

“Do you think the boys will be nice?” You asked the real question that was on your mind.

Peter was quiet for a minute and shifted his position.

“I don’t know.” He shrugged and kept his eyes down. “Maybe?”

You sat up on your elbow and faced him.

“Do you think they’ll like me?” You asked him awkwardly. Sometimes, having a boy best friend made conversations like these harder than they needed to be.

“The boys?” Peter squeaked, feeling a weird feeling in his tummy at your sudden interest in guys.

“Yeah.” You said shyly.

“Of course they will.” Peter stated. “Why wouldn’t they?”

“I’m kinda, I don’t know, nerdy.” You shrugged.

“You think you’re nerdy?” Peter asked. “I wear science pun T shirts and my aunt still packs my lunches.”

“Yeah, but what about the whole space thing?” You asked him. You were a bit of a space geek, something Peter adored about you.

“Y/n, you’re a genius when it comes to knowing about space. That doesn’t make you a nerd. That makes you super cool.” Peter assured you. He hated when you felt insecure about your intelligence. You were the smartest person he knew, and he loved that.

“I’m glad you think so, but I doubt high school boys will find my geekiness ‘super cool’.” You said meekly.

“What kind of guys are you into anyway?” Peter pretended to just think of the question, when he’d really been thinking about it for months. You laughed a little to yourself, know long the kind of guys you were into were Peter.

“I don’t know. Nice ones? I don’t really think about it. As long as he’s kind and can make me laugh, I’ll take him.” You shrugged with a small smile. “And if he knows a thing or two about space, that’d be nice too.”

“You’re telling me all a guy has to be is kind, funny, know a little something about space to be with a girl like you?” Peter asked in disbelief. “There’s gotta be something else, something you look for.”

“A girl like me?” You asked curiously.

“Yeah, uh, I don’t know.” Peter scratched the back of his neck. “It was a dumb question. Forget I asked.”

“Okay.” You watched Peter curiously for a moment before looking away. “And I like musicians, by the way.” You blurted. “That’s the thing I look for. Especially the guitar.”

You and Peter dropped the topic and went on as usual.

The first day of school came and went. When the sun set and you finished your homework, you took Peter to the roof to stargaze like you always did. You sat between Peters legs against the chimney and tilted your chins towards the sky.

“Wow.” You breathed.

“The stars are really showing off tonight, aren’t they? Putting on a show for us.” Peter said softly as he watched your reaction to the sky.

“I could look at the sky for hours.” You sighed and held onto Peters arm, which were wrapped around your shoulders.

“They seem so close. Just a few miles from where we are.” Peter commented.

“Well the closest star to Earth is Proxima Centauri. It’s just 4.2 light-years away.” You absentmindedly told Peter a fact about space. You missed the fond smile he gave you as he found himself wanting to know more.

“And the furthest?” He asked.

“The furthest star right now is 100 million light years away. It’s in the M100 galaxy of the Virgo Cluster.” You said like it was common knowledge. Peters eyes gleamed with an inexplicably fondness for your intelligence.

“How many do you think there are? A million?” He asked, playing dumb now to coax more facts out of you.

“About 200 to 400 billion, and about a trillion in the Milky Way.” You answered, suddenly becoming self conscious of your words. “Uh, I’m guessing.”

“Seems like a pretty good guess to me.” Peter shrugged against your body.

“Sorry. I’m being weird. I’ll stop.” You shifted awkwardly and swallowed.

“You’re not being weird.” Peter said defensively. “Tell me about them.”

“What?” You looked over your shoulder at him.

“The stars. Tell me about them. I want to hear everything you know.” Peter smiled sheepishly.

“No you don’t. It’s boring.” You shook your head.

“Not to me.” Peter promised. A smile tugged onto your lips and you turned back towards the sky.

“So, space is infinite, obviously.” You began. “You got your planets, galaxies, moons, nebulas, and of course, stars. My favorite are stars.”

“Me too.” Peter held you closer and rested his chin on your hair as he listened.

“Stars are luminous spheres made of plasma-“

“Plasma?” Peter asked.

“It’s superheated gas threaded with a magnetic field.” You answered. Stars are mostly made of hydrogen, which they fuse in their cores.”

“Got it.” Peter nodded as if he understood a word you said. His sudden interest encouraged you to keep going.

“That process releases energy, which pushes against the weight of the outer layers of the star and stabilizes it. The energy is also released as heat and light, which radiates out to space.” You continued.

“Amazing.” Peter stared at your profile. The way your face lit up when talking about something you loved made Peters heart melt. He could listen to you all night.

“I know, right?” You laughed happily, making Peter grin. “And did you know stars were some of the first objects to form in the early stages of the universe? We’re looking at the same stars dinosaurs, Galileo, and King Henry have looked at. Isn’t that incredible to think about? The same sun that warms our skin has shown on Alice Paul and Stan Lee. That’s why I love space so much.”

“I didn’t know that.” Peter said gently.

“Because people don’t take the time to learn about it.” You sighed in disappointment. “I mean, they teach us about the phases of the moon and whatnot, but they don’t tell us about the basic groundwork of the universe. Like, have you ever been taught how a star is formed?”

“No. Could you tell me?” Peter asked gently.

“Well, as long as you’re asking.” You smiled sheepishly to hide your excitement. “So, star formation happens in clouds of interstellar gas and dust called “nebulae”, right? The star starts to form when the cloud is nudged into a spinning motion, usually by a shock wave from a nearby supernova explosion or something. Clumps begin to form, and they get hotter and hotter as they gain more mass. When the temperature inside reaches 10 million degrees Celsius a star is born.” You recited. You looked over at Peter and noticed that he was dead silent, just staring at you. Your cheeks heated up when Peter didn’t say anything, and you got quiet. “Sorry. I’m rambling.”

“No, it’s okay.” Peter snapped out of his awe and assured you. “Keep going.”

“Do you really want to hear about stars?” You asked suspiciously.

“No, but I like to hear you talk.” Peter admitted.

"I still can't believe Liz turned you down.” You changed the subject to something more Peters speed. He had asked Liz Allen to the back to school party at Flash’s house and she promptly turned him down. “She's crazy."

You felt Peter shrug against you again and you wondered if you should’ve kept your mouth shut.

"It’s whatever. I didn’t really like her anyway.” Peter answered honestly.

"I know, but still. Who in their right mind would turn you down? She’s lucky you even looked her way.” You said, not even realizing what your words meant to Peter. He felt it too, that shift from platonic to romantic. He was just glad you weren’t facing him and couldn’t see his blush.

“You’re just saying that.” He replied.

“No, I’m not.” You said sincerely. “You're so nice to everyone and so smart. And oh my God, the funniest guy in the world. And not to mention, cute as hell.”

Peters body suddenly felt warm against yours and you wondered if he was blushing.

(Yes, he was)

"Nowhere near as cute as you." He said in a shy voice. You looked back at him gave him a playful shove.

"Oh, shut up. No I'm not." You looked back at the sky to keep yourself from smiling as Peter shook his head.

"You should see the way guys look at you. They practically drool." He muttered, and you could hear a tinge of jealousy in his voice.

"Oh, please. No guys stare at me.” You dismissed. “Why would they? I'm nothing special."

Peter finally looked at you and met your eyes.

"Do you really not know you're beautiful?" He asked, confusion in his voice.

"What?” You asked quietly.

"You know you're beautiful, right Y/n?" Peter sat up a little and sounded serious. Unsure of what to say, you didn’t answer and just chewed your lips.

"Did you really not know that?” Peter asked again.

You shook you head and Peter laughed in disbelief.

"I'm not beautiful, Peter. Not like Liz, anyway. Not even close." You said softly, making Peter look at you like you were crazy.

"Yes you are, Y/n.” Peter said firmly. “Inside and out. I can't believe no ones ever told you."

“Why does it matter?” You shrugged.

“Look up.” Peter said suddenly, and you did.

“You see those stars? All 200 to 400 billion of them?” He asked and you nodded. “You are more beautiful than every single one of them. Even the trillion in the Milky Way. And you’re wrong. The closest star isn’t 4.2 light years away. She’s sitting right next to me.”

“You listened.” You smiled small and looked back down at him.

"I always listen.” Peter told you. That's it, hand me my backpack.” He commanded. You laughed but did as you were told. Peter began to dig in his backpack, emptying it of books to find what he was looking for.

"What are you doing?" You asked him. He didn't answer, but pulled a small ukulele out of his bag.

“Since when do you play?” You asked in shock. You were so sure you knew everything there was to know about Peter Parker.

“Since about three days ago.” Peter answered as he held the instrument to his ear and tuned it.

"Just listen, okay? I know it’s not a guitar, but listen.” He asked calmly. You nodded, dying to see where this was going as he began to strum his ukulele. His fingers soon found the rhythm and a melody flowed out. You didn't recognize the song a first, but soon realized it was You're Beautiful by James Blunt. You smiled and rested your hand on his knee as he played.

"My life is brilliant, my love is pure. I saw an angel, of that I'm sure." He sang softly. Not only could Peter play, the boy could sing. His voice was smooth and angelic, making your heart flutter. You’d never been serenaded before and it was definitely something you could get used to.

"You're beautiful, you’re beautiful, you’re beautiful, it's true. I saw your face in a crowded place and I don't know what to do. Cause I'll never be with you." He continued the song, finally looking away from the strings and into your eyes. You listened to him as closely as you could, basking in the moment. There was that incredible voice that you loved. Peter was always shy about things he was good at, and you wondered if that’s why you’d never heard his singing before. You felt robbed of his glory for the past 14 years.

"There must be angel with a smile on her face when she thought up that I should be with you.” He sang through a smile.

You beamed at him and his cheeks grew pinker and pinker. Peters fingers dragged along the strings as he approached the final verse.

"But it's time to face the truth; I will never be with you." He strummed once more before setting the ukulele down on his lap. He looked very satisfied with his little serenade before looking up at you for approval. You looked up into his brown eyes and broke into a huge smile.

"That was beautiful, Peter. I loved it.” You told him honestly as you reached over and took his hand. “But some of those lyrics are a lie."

Peter put the ukele back in his bag and sighed.

"No they're not, Y/n. You really are beautiful." He promised.

You laughed softly and toyed with his fingers.

"No, not those lyrics." You shook your head and Peter looked confused.

"Then, which lyrics?" He asked.

You held your breath and looked away from his gaze. It was time to take a leap of faith. “The ones that say ‘I'll never be with you’, I mean.That’s not true. At least, I hope it’s not true.” You look into Peters eyes and search them for a reaction. You thank your lucky stars when you see his face light up and a huge grin making its way across his lips.

"REALLY?!" He asked excitedly, then clears his throat and tries to look casual. "I mean um, really?" Peter asked with all the hope on the world in his eyes.

“Really.” You confirmed.

"Truth is Y/n, Liz didn’t turn me down. I actually turned her down for a the party because…” he trailed off.

"Because?" You asked, encouraging him to continue.

"Because, well...you're the one that I want. Not her or any other girl. I wanna be with you." He said softly and carefully, in fear of being rejected.

Little did he know, you had been dreaming of being his for months at that point. You didn't want to spend another second being just his friend. Peter looked at you longingly, expecting you to say something. But you didn't say anything; you just leaned forward and pressed your lips to his, gently in the pale moonlight. Peter seemed surprised at first, but then kissed you back, cupping your cheek with his hand. You leaned forward and pushed him back against the base of the chimney, melting into him. You finally broke apart and stared at each other in a comfortable silence, just enjoying each other's presence. He brought his slightly cold hand back to your cheek and you leaned into it.

"I really like you, Y/n.” Peter smiled, looking the happiest you’d ever seen him.

"I really like you too, Peter.” You smiled back.

Peter laughed in joy and kissed you again.

“Do you want to go to that party together?” Peter suggested “As a couple?”

“I would love to.” You agreed to his offer and turned around again to settle into his arms. You tilted your chins towards the sky again, returning to your stargazing. This time, you weren’t thinking about space. Stars weren’t your favorite thing in the universe anymore. Now, it was Peter Parker.

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sheerbeautyreigns · 3 years

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DESIRE

Part 48

Joe was still sound asleep then Paul came back from his run the following morning. He undressed and got into the shower. All he could think about was the day before and how something had changed for the better in Joe. He didn’t know what exactly prompted it but he wasn’t going to complain. He also thought about Nadja”s gathering on the 17th. Initially, he was hesitant about it but after the shift in Joe state of mind, he was having second thoughts. There was no harm in at least asking him?

He dried off and went back into the bedroom. Joe was nowhere to be seen. Moments later, he could smell the smell of coffee getting stronger. “Morning baby.” He smiled as Joe entered, wearing only his black boxers. He was holding a tray with a cafetiere and two cups. He still looked sleepy as he forced a smile, setting the tray on the bedside locker. “Have you been up long?”

“Since about 7:30. Notice I didn’t wake you? Thought you could do with some rest after yesterday.” Paul explained, taking the cup he’d just poured. “I appreciate it but I feel fine.”

“You don’t hurt?” He checked as Joe snuggled close to him against the pillows. “A little but not as much as I thought I would.” He took a sip. “Maybe your body’s getting used to it.” Paul pondered. “Maybe.” Joe shrugged. “That’s a good thing then.”

“More opportunities for me to punish you.” Paul grinned, placing his hand on Joe’s thigh. “Speaking of which, did you want to talk about what got to you yesterday? I mean, It’s OK if you don’t, I just-” Paul shut him off, by gesturing his hand. “Sorry…”

“My friend in New York called. The dominant.” He started. “Oh? He pissed you off?” Joe asked, trying not to dig too much. “He can be a cocky bastard sometimes.”

“I thought you liked him?” Joe questioned, turning to face him. “More respect than like. He’s been doing this for years and is respected by a lot of people in this scene. That’s why he was the guy for you. He seems to have taught you a thing or two about your role.”

“He did. I just want to be the best I can, not just for you but for me as well.” Paul extended his arm and cupped Joe jaw. “You already are perfect to me…” There was a moment of silence. It looked like Paul wanted to say something. “Was there something else?” Joe was not used to seeing him like this. Like, he was nervous. “There’s a gathering coming up. He called to let me know.”

“Are you going?” The young man asked, setting his cup aside. “I told him probably not.”

“I thought you liked them?” Joe questioned. He sure as hell was curious. “You’re a curious one aren’t you.” Paul commented. “Sorry.” Joe blushed. “It’s OK baby. Things are different now. I have you. I don’t need to go.”

“What are they like?” Paul shuffled on the bed. “They’re pretty exclusive. Limited numbers, classy, safe. Most of the time.”

“Have there ever been any bad situations?” Joe asked moving closer to Paul’s side. “Things have gotten out of hand a few times but it’s been fine over the past couple of years. “I don’t mind if you want to go, you know. You’ve been going all this time…” Paul’s eyes met Joe. “It wouldn’t feel right without you baby. I’d want you there but I know it’s not something you’d feel comfortable with.”

“I just don’t know if I’d be ready for that kinda thing…” Joe blushed again. “I disagree. So does my friend. He thinks you’re very obedient. He’s actually told my friend Nadja about you. It’s her gathering.”

“Who’s Nadja?” Joe asked. “She’s German, quite stern when she wants to be. I had some time with her in the past.”

“Is she submissive too or… “

“She’s a switch, more dominant than submissive though.” Joe pondered for a moment. “So you think I’d be OK there?”

“I think it’d be an good experience for you. You’d meet some interesting people. Do you think you’d want to go? I don’t want to pressure you at all. It’s not for everyone.”

“I’d go for you. You did say it’s very private and confidential before. When is it?” Joe asked. “It’s the 17th. A few nights after Clash of Champions.”

“Oh man, I’m gonna be hurting.” Joe started. “It’s OK baby, we won’t go.” Joe placed his hands in Paul’s. “No, I want to go. I want to do this for you.”

“It’s completely up to you babe. I’d just have to let her know for sure to arrange paperwork for you.” Paul explained “Like some sort of confidentially agreement?” Joe asked looking at him. “Exactly. What happens there, stays there.”

“Is it, like, some sort of orgy?”

“So to speak, yeah. There are normally private rooms too for a more one to one experience. So what do you think?” Paul asked hesitantly. “OK. Let’s do it.” Paul pulled him close and kissed him softly, brushing his hair aside. “You surprise me everyday, you know that?” This lead Joe to smile. “I just want to be more open minded.” He said before kissing him back.

“I wish you didn’t have to leave today baby. I could have so much more fun with you. You’ve been so good for me.” Paul’s hand found its way down to Joe balls, causing him to gasp, wide eyed. He grabbed them firmly. “I sure could use you for just one more day.” He squeezed harder at those words. Joe eyes were locked with his, his lips parted, breaths quickened. “I’ll stay.”

“Atta boy,” a devilish smile crossed Paul’s lips as he lead Joe off the bed, still holding his balls. Joe limped behind him into the dungeon. “Never too early for the dungeon.” Paul observed. “Stay.” Joe stopped dead in his tracks, looking down at the dark wooden floor as Paul opened the cabinet. “This will get you going for the day.” He said taking out the Sybian machine and setting it on the bench nearby. “Sit on it. Go on.” Joe mounted the machine, taking a moment to lower his hole onto the attached dildo. Paul took out what looked to be a metal harness. He secured the thick collar around Joe neck and locked his arms in place halfway up his back. “Good for your posture.” Paul smirked and went back to the cabinet and took out a set of matching shackles which he used to secure Joe’s ankles to the bottom of the bench, forcing Joe to lower further onto the bench, causing him to groan. “Is it uncomfortable?”

“Yeah.” Joe finally said trying to move his arms. “Good.” Paul smiled, cupping his jaw and licking Joe’s lips before he went to the cabinet again, grabbing two lengths of chain. He attached each chain to the metal frame above them and tied them to the harness. “That’ll keep you upright.” Joe immediately struggled but was barely able to move since the harness was so rigid. He let out an exasperated sigh. “You’re going nowhere baby.” Paul took hold of the remote for the Sybian and flicked the switch. A low humming came into play. The vibrations caused Joe to shudder “Feels good doesn’t it.” Paul walked around the bench. Running his free hand along Joe’s skin. “Yes Sir.” Joe said between moans and groans, clearly enjoying the sensations. When Paul came to the front, he cupped the young man”s face and kissed him passionately. He could tell that Joe was trying hard to concentrate on the kiss. Paul moved away to adjust the speed. “Aww fuck.” Seems he’d put it higher than he anticipated or else Joe was feeling sensitive this morning. He went to the nearby drawer and sifted through a few things. “Please, aaah fuck.” Joe cried in the background as he started to feel the intensity of the machine. Paul approached him holding a ball gag. “You’re gonna need something to bite down on for what I have in mind. Open up.” Joe eyed him as if to say, I don’t want to but he really didn’t have a choice. Paul lightly slapped him across the cheek “I said open.” Joe swallowed and obeyed. Paul shoved the ball in and fastened it tighter that usual at the back. The young man let out a muffled groan before struggling against his bonds. “Struggle all you want. You know it only makes my dick harder.”

Paul went back to the drawer and came back with something that looked like a thinner chopstick, with a pointier tip. He kneeled at Joe’s side and took hold of his right foot. Joe instantly flinched as Paul grabbed it. He let out a loud whimper as Paul prodded the sole of his foot. Joe was relentless in his struggling and whimpering. He hated having his feet touched and it was even more unbearable on the sybian. He started drooling a lot much to Paul’s amusement. He kept begging “Please!” through the gag until Paul eventually stopped. He undid the gag and set it aside. Joe was sweating now, his front a mess of drool and his cock, rock hard.

“Aww fuck!” he cried out as Paul increased the intensity. Paul wiped the drool from his mouth using a wipe “I have a call or two to make so be a good boy while I’m gone.”

“No please! Don’t go!” Joe wriggled on the machine and against the chains. “Be good. Or else.” Paul told him, before leaving the room, shutting the door.

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Let's Start with Breakfast

“Hi, you must be TK,” he says, turning around to face him fully, and TK doesn’t know where to look – that beautiful face with a head full of curls he wants to sink his hands into, or the perfectly chiseled chest that reminds TK of studying about Michelangelo’s David in his art studies course. “I’m Carlos.”

TK wakes up in his friend's apartment and meets his new roommate, Carlos.

30 days of Tarlos - Day 8

TK wakes up with a serious crick in his neck and a post-it note on his forehead. The pain he understands, that’s what he gets for sleeping on his friend Paul’s couch instead of just going back to his apartment the night before. The note is the same friend being a jerk. He sits up with a groan; it’s not just his neck that hurts but his back too from the less than comfortable couch. Pulling the note off his forehead, he squints at Paul’s chicken scratch.

Had to go to class, mopey, there are coffee and bagels in the kitchen. Stay as long as you want, but don’t bother my new roommate.

TK rolls his eyes at the nickname his friend has given him. Last night while he and Paul were out, they’d run into his ex with the guy he’d cheated on him with; if that wasn’t a reason to be a little depressed, TK didn’t know what was.

TK gets up, heading for the bathroom first. He steps lightly, trying not to wake up Paul’s new mysterious roommate. From what Paul told him, the guy is in the Police Academy and keeps odd hours. He only moved into Paul’s spare bedroom three weeks ago and TK – while nursing a broken heart for almost two months now since he caught his ex in the arms of another man – hasn’t had a chance to meet the guy yet.

He takes his time washing his face, brushing his teeth with one of the spare toothbrushes Paul likes to keep under the sink. When he’s done, he exits the bathroom and heads for the kitchen, stopping short when he hears a sound coming from inside. He hesitates for a moment, he’s probably not at his best to meet Paul’s roommate, but he can already smell the coffee he’s brewing, and TK desperately needs a cup.

Running a hand through his hair and then down his shirt in hopes to smooth some of the wrinkles, he takes a breath before stepping into the small cream-colored kitchen.

The man inside the kitchen is tall, muscled and shirtless, TK takes in all the beautiful exposed skin as he looks at the back facing him. He has defined shoulders and arms; his back tapers down in a V-shape to a spectacular ass, clothed in black slim-fitted joggers that makes TK drool. He doesn’t consider himself a shallow guy, but TK knows a beautiful man when he sees one, and even with just having seen his back, TK knows Paul’s roommate is gorgeous, something his friend failed to mention when telling him about the guy.

“Um – “ he starts hesitantly. “Good morning?”

The guy turns around, the half-smile on his face makes TK’s breath halt in his lungs. If TK thought the guy was beautiful from behind, it’s nothing compared to seeing his face. He’s stunning with deep brown eyes that look warm, a full-mouth that curves upward a little more, friendly and inviting, and a jawline that could cut glass.

“Hi,” he says again, and not much else, his mouth has gone dry, and he feels tongue-tied. He’s never had such an immediate reaction to someone like this before, and he feels a little lost as his heart races and his palms sweat.

“Would you like some coffee?” Carlos asks him, that pleasant smile still on his face. TK tells himself to snap out of it before Carlos goes from friendly to uncomfortable, just because he’s having a hard time handling the effect Carlos is having on him.

“Yes, please,” he says, taking a step forward when Carlos holds out a cup for him. “Thanks,” he smiles, taking the mug, his fingers brushing against Carlos’. He’s sure he just imagines the spark of electricity that runs between them, but then he sees the way Carlos’ eyes widen, his gaze on their hands and wonders.

“Yeah – “ Carlos says softly, his brown eyes finding his. “No problem.”

TK gives him a closed-mouth smile, not sure what to say with the sudden tension in the room. It’s not awkward; it’s more like awareness of the other.

“Do you feel like breakfast?” Carlos asks, waving his hand at the stove where he has a skillet ready to go. “I could make you an omelet. Do you like veggie?”

“Oh – ” TK starts, shaking his head. “I don’t want you to go to any trouble; I should probably get out of your hair and out of your apartment.”

“It’s no trouble,” Carlos answers quickly. “I was going to make one for myself anyway; it’s pretty easy to add a couple of extra eggs.”

TK hesitates, and Carlos gives him a captivating smile that gives TK butterflies like he hasn’t felt since he was fourteen and kissed his first boy.

“I’m a really good cook,” Carlos promises, his grin boyish and sweet, it makes TK smile back.

“Better than Paul?” he teases, chuckling when Carlos scoffs.

“Strickland wishes he could be as amazing in the kitchen as I am,” Carlos boasts, and TK raises his eyebrow at that.

“Paul is a great cook,” he says, doubtful of the man in front of him and his culinary prowess, when he’s tasted his friend’s cooking.

“I’m better,” Carlos assures him once more with a smirk, a little cocky and maybe even a little flirty.

TK grins, charmed by Carlos’ confidence. “Well, then I guess I have to stick around and have some of this spectacular cooking.”

Carlos grins at him pleased, he turns towards the refrigerator, pulling out the ingredients he needs to get started. TK leans back against one of the counters, sipping his coffee as Carlos moves around the kitchen with ease, just like Paul usually does. He presumes it comes with the sureness of someone who knows what they’re doing.

TK can barely boil water; he tells Carlos this, earning himself a laugh.

“I’m sure you’re not that bad,” he says, throwing him an amused look over his shoulder.

“Oh, I am,” TK says with a self-deprecating laugh of his own. “My father is a fire captain; he has made me swear not to cook without a fire extinguisher and adult supervision.

Carlos laughs again as he pours the egg mixture on the hot skillet, he turns back to TK, leaning against the opposite side counter with his arms crossed. TK swallows hard at the way it makes his arms bulge.

“How are you, by the way?” he asks gently, and TK pulls his gaze from the pretty muscles to look up at his even prettier face full of concern, it lets TK instantly know that his buddy Paul has been talking about him with his roommate.

“I take it, you know?” he asks, the sheepish look on Carlos’ face confirmation enough.

“Paul wasn’t gossiping,” Carlos says softly. “I asked about you, and he told me you were going through a bad break-up.”

“Why did you ask him about me?” he asks, not upset but curious, especially when Carlos’ cheeks go pink.

“I – uh,” he starts, letting out a self-conscious laugh. “I saw you a few weeks ago at the coffee shop on Elm with Paul; you were wearing a yellow hoodie.”

“And that’s why you asked about me?” he asks again a little confused, his heart though ticks upward when Carlos gives him a penetrating look.

“I asked about you because you’re beautiful,” he says softly. “In that hoodie, you were the most adorable thing I have ever seen, and I wanted to know you.”

TK’s breath catches at Carlos’ candidness.

He turns back to the omelet, flipping it over once. “But Paul told me you had just broken up with your boyfriend,” he says, looking at him with sympathy. “And that it wasn’t pretty, so I didn’t push for an introduction.”

He watches as Carlos moves around, getting out some pre-cut fruit from the fridge, placing it on the two plates with the eggs and a piece of toast. Holding both plates, he points towards the living room. TK follows him back to the couch he slept on, speaking once they’re both seated with their food.

“I walked in on him with another guy,” he says quietly, looking down at the nice plate of food, it looks and smells really good, he only looks up at Carlos when he hears him swear.

“He’s a fucking idiot, TK,” Carlos says sternly. “I don’t even know him, and yet I know he’s the stupidest fucker on the planet to have you and then cheat.”

TK’s lips quirk upward at the conviction in Carlos’ voice. “Agreed.”

Carlos’ eyes crinkle at the sides as he smiles. Smiling back, TK shakes his head softly before taking a bite of the omelet, he lets out a surprised sound at the burst of flavor, and looks back at Carlos only to find him already watching him.

“You still doubted my skills,” Carlos says with mock-sorrow. “Shameful.”

TK swallows around the delicious breakfast to let out a laugh; he can’t remember the last time he had this much fun over breakfast and a simple conversation.

“I promise never to doubt you again,” he swears, pleased when Carlos gives him a grin.

They eat the rest of their breakfast while getting to know each other. Carlos tells him about the police academy. TK tells him about his classes, and how he really wants to be a firefighter like his father, but promised he would get a degree before starting his training. When they’re done with their plates, Carlos takes them back into the kitchen while TK waits on the couch. He comes back after a bit, and TK has to swallow a disappointed sigh when he sees that Carlos has put on a shirt along the way back.

He watches him as he shifts for a moment, and TK starts to get up, realizing that he’s probably worn out his welcome, and it’s time to leave his friend’s apartment and his roommate’s kindness.

“So I should probably – “

“Do you want to hang out?” Carlos blurts out in a rush. “We could watch a movie?”

TK startles back while Carlos looks at him almost timid.

“I know you’re probably not ready to date or anything,” he continues quickly. “And that’s cool with me, but maybe we can get to know each other?”

“Carlos – “ he says softly, his heart squeezing with affection for the sweet man in front of him. He’s beautiful, but TK is quickly realizing that it’s not just outside beauty that Carlos possesses.

“I like you,” Carlos tells him, taking a step forward until he’s standing in front of him. “There is something about you that pulls me in, and it’s not just those beautiful green eyes of yours,” he smiles at him, and TK can’t help but smile back, his heart beating with excitement. “Though they are very pretty, TK.”

“Yours are pretty stunning too,” he whispers back, swallowing hard when Carlos touches his hand, he turns it to take Carlos’, interlocking their fingers.

“I want to know you,” Carlos continues, giving his fingers a gentle squeeze. “I’m not saying I want to be a rebound, though there is the old Spanish saying un clavo saca otro clavo.”

TK gives him a curious look, not understanding the phrase.

“One nail drives out another nail,” Carlos explains. “Basically that the best way to get over a bad break-up is to find a new partner, but like I said I’m not interested in rebounding – “

TK lifts his other hand to touch Carlos’ cheek. “Carlos, I just met you, and I know you definitely wouldn’t be a rebound,” he tells him. The way he has reacted to Carlos all morning tells him that if he got together with him, he wouldn’t need to use him to soothe the ache inside, Carlos would eclipse any past and remaining feelings he might have for his EX. “You’d be so much more.”

Carlos lets out a soft exhale at his words. “So what do you say?” he asks, his face hopeful. “Movie? Get to know each other?”

TK smiles at him, his heart pounding hard under his ribcage with anticipation.

“A date when you’re ready?” he continues, a teasing smile on his face. “Maybe even a kiss at the end of the night if I’m really, really lucky?”

TK lets out a laugh, feeling happy in a way he hasn't for the longest. On impulse, he leans up, covering the small difference in their heights to brush his lips against Carlos in the lightest of kisses.

“I’d like that,” he whispers, proud of the stunned look on Carlos’ face. “Movies, getting to know each other, dating, more kisses, I’d like all of it.”

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