#spatialelementalworld

"Tommy I gotta admit, I kind of had an ulterior motive for asking you to come over for dinner tonight" Buck said awakardly as he stacked the plates that were between them, wanting to make sure they were off to the side as he spoke "Look, we've been kind of dating now for a few months and it's... it's great, honestly this might win the award for the best and longest relationship I've ever had and I'm actually including several blood relatives in that statement" he could feel his skin actually turning red while he let out a little chuckle just trying to figure out how to bring this topic up "So... look, I would ask you to actually move in but I don't wanna push too hard but I thought I'd let you know that I've cleared out a drawer, counter space and some wardrobe space so if you wanted to leave some stuff here so you don't have to run out so early in the morning... and maybe if you wanted to just stay the whole weekend, maybe that'd be a thing we could try doing" his hand moved over the table to gently hold onto Tommy's "I just... I've never felt like this about anyone other than you Tommy and I wanna do this right, and wanna do it with you so... what do you say?"

I would honestly like to imagine Carlos in every uniform ever, I kind of think the man could pull off anything

Sadly, a fact.

Outside of work, Chad likes to frequent the clubs and bars of NYC, using his gift to attract whichever man catches his eye that night. A brat at heart, Chad is a selfish lover who has been known to use his powers to get his ass eaten for hours on end whilst offering little in return.

“Wow. You’re pretty forward huh. Yea, it’s not a bruise or eye herpes or anything. James didn’t tell me much about you: so tell me about you.”

“but such things do you mean underwear.” he said with a grin. “ooo do you fondue?”

“Here, you can have mine.” Robert had noticed the guy standing next to him by the bus stop. Sure, maybe he could have walked home, all the way through town, but then, it had been raining all day, not just a little, tiny bit but just a whole damn pour. And so he was standing there, black leather jacket closed, smoking a cigarette and holding onto an umbrella. The fella next to him? He obviously didn’t consider bringing one and he was getting awfully wet while Robert had remained dry for now. “Come on.. take it.. you don’t need to get any more wet or you may get sick.” He gestured to the umbrella in his hand. Maybe it was his age, maybe it was him dealing with his daughter more again, but he didn’t want the stranger to be completely drenched.