#sturmboe

the jersey was a constant reminder that even though the seahawks won, they still had opponents out there. not every game was going to be that good. victory wouldn't always be promised to them. so the rival fan was just a physical representation of victory being fleeting. which meant that emile wanted to enjoy it all the more. he wanted to drink it all up and get high off of it. "i'm a perfect gentleman." he took another sip of his beer, knowing that the way he presented to the public wasn't always the truth. he set the bottle back down, eyes moving over to the other. "do you think that i won't? i'll strip you right here and now if i have to." he had no problem making a scene. mainly because he trusted most of the people in the bar to have his back.

“of course i care.” sometimes yuri wondered if perhaps she shouldn’t care — if perhaps one reckless move might unshackle her from the crippling pressure of maintaining such a perfect career. fully grown as she was, she could only imagine the familial ramifications of a wobble in her repertoire, and that hardly seemed worth it. “i keep my personal life private, ravee. you know that,” she huffed out, eyes narrowing. "is it so wrong that i want to maintain that privacy?"

seth scoots out from under the low chassis of the porsche, the mechanics of the creeper rolling smooth against the grease-stained concrete when he catches the sharp click of approaching footsteps. the sound easily cuts through the heavy, bass-thumping beats of the music echoing off the metal walls of the auto repair shop. “nat?” he pants, blinking against the harsh glare of the hanging light. when he’d texted his boyfriend a while earlier saying he’d be late due to work commitments, he certainly hadn’t expected nat to take it as an invitation to come find him — not that he’s complaining, a smile blooming over his lips the second his eyes land on his lover. he wipes a thick smear of dark grease from his cheek with the back of a gloved hand. seth's shirt is completely ruined, the thin cotton soaked through with sweat and clinging aggressively to the broad, rigid lines of his chest and abdomen. “i’d pull you down for a kiss, but i’m a total mess right now.” stinking of heavy car oil, slick sweat, and raw effort. “just give me… twenty more minutes. i should be done by then, and then i’m all yours.” / @sturmboe

playing piano at the local bar was supposed to be a fun gig. yet, either edward had been boring that night or people decided they weren't going to go out. as he finished up one of the songs, he looked around and noticed that there was only a handful of people there and some weren't even listening. "is it really that late?" the vampire didn't have a good definition of time. he didn't even have a watch on him. "hope you didn't stay just because you didn't want to be rude." he smiled softly, removing his hands from the keys. it seemed like his shift was over, unless someone told him to keep playing. his boss wasn't even around.

"You know.." Kit took a sip from his insanely sweet boba tea they had just purchased, face only slightly lit by the dashboard of his car. He was surprised about the location Nat had chosen for them. Secluded and he actually knew it was a hot spot for the dating community. He sipped some more from his drink, gaze wandering out of his car, then back over to his handsome companion. "This place right here, people come here to make out." He bit his straw shorty. "Well, making out is probably the most innocent people do when coming here." He took another sip. "Now I wonder... did you choose this location on purpose? For us to hang out I mean?"

It was absurd. Madness born of adrenaline. And yet, beneath the dread, there lingered something shameful: a flicker of wanting him to see her strength. Wanting his approval. Wanting him. “I can overcome it,” she declared, the words tasting childish, almost delusional.

seth chuckles at the question, his gaze roaming to examine the extent of the damage done, a mix of amusement and disbelief flickering in his eyes. “i guess we did,” he replies, a playful grin spreading across his face. he’d consider the chaos well worth it, reflecting on the incredible fun they had the previous night. it wasn’t just about the sex; it was everything that unfolded in between, before and after. those were the memories he wouldn't want to forget. “we’ll just have to order a new one,” he continues, “and maybe you should stay in my place instead for the time being?” there’s a hint of hope woven through his jest, a secret yearning that softens his playful tone as he turns back to face nat. his fingers play absently with his hair, pushing back strands that have fallen over his forehead, a smirk lingering on his lips. “you’re too lanky to sleep on the sofa.”