13 Apr 2021
Heiko loves a girl named Kristina, who is often regarded as a boring nerd by others- she bares her small teeth as she laughs at his advances, and Aljoscha can only smile and shake his head at the youth.
Translated into English and Swedish from the Russian original: https://ficbook.net/readfic/7652061
Heiko älskar en tjej som andra ofta anser vara en tråkig nörd- hennes små tänder blottas när hon skrattar åt hans uppvaktning, och Aljoscha bara ler och skakar på huvudet åt de unga.
Översatt till Svenska och Engelska från det Ryska originalet: https://ficbook.net/readfic/7652061
You’re weak. But you’re his, and he’s strong.
Your eyes lock with his again and he says;
“Flake, I love you.”
I know. I’m glad you figured it out.
Your hands treading through his black hair, pulling on the loosening suspenders still attached to his dropped pants, are you happy now? Yes.
You find it pleasant.
A few R+ stories I've written for y'all. This mostly includes Till/Flake (as well as other pairings ofc) and also trans content so if y'all are scared if that this ain't the rodeo for you boy.
And, I swear, my writing language is much more proper than what you're seeing right now. Enjoy.
It's summer 1988, the sun is shining, beaches are hot and a trailer park somewhere in the east german bush is completely packed. A truck stands in the middle of a field, with a crowd soon forming around it- an audience. The truck opens and reveals a stage inside- grand showtime! The day is young, the sun is shining, everybody is drunk. A perfect day out!
...Only one problem. All four band members are missing.
Not unexpected, the audience concludes, and scatters. They'll come back later when they hear the music kick off. Surely, the band members have their own things to do. Weed, for example. Maybe they got lost?
As the crowd starts returning to their trailers and camps, two people hide away among the trees. It's half of the band all the people came to see! What could they be up to, why aren’t they on stage? And what is that whirring sound coming from the bush?
Life is Hard. Especially when you have two jobs and a kid to raise.
- Part 1 of A Delightfully Domesticated AU
"You know you can tell me anything right?" Till said, his gaze steely. "I'm always here to listen." Flake felt touched, he opened his mouth to say something, part of him wanted to tell the truth. But he just couldn't. He couldn't let Till find out.
"Thanks." Flake said, giving him an appreciative smile." It means a lot. I'm here for you too, always."
Till has recently moved into Flake's house and is making himself familiar with his new home. Late nights spent in bed, tasty home-cooked food, the occasional intimate moments- everything should be perfect.
Yet Till feels there's something off. As if there's something Flake's hiding.
His tedious tendency for cleaning the house intensely every now and then, how secretive he is about what he does when he isn't home.
Why this new-found passion of cooking? And what goes on during Flake's nightly walks?