Let Me Be Your Call Boy (1/14) | After coming out as gay to his friends on his birthday, the last thing Dan is expecting is to be gifted a call boy as a present, let alone one that’s been paid for for the entire night. Allowing Phil to show him the ropes is his first mistake, paying him to come back every week is his second, and using him to convince his parents he really is gay is his third. As a successful lawyer, the money isn’t the problem - falling in love is. | Phan | Mature | Smut (blowjobs, fingering, rimming, edging, intercourse), Sex Addiction, Prostitution (and discussions of all the risks that come with it), Escort Business, Mentions of Eating Disorders, Near-Rape and Semi-Violence, but nothing explicit. Fake Relationships. Warnings at the beginnings of each chapter | 252,000 Words
Disclaimer: In no way do I claim that this is real or cast aspersions on Dan or Phil.
Warnings: discussion of potential rape/possibility of being taken advantage of, mentions of potential date rape and drugging - none of these things actually occur. Blowjobs, paying for sex, and lots and lots of grinding.
Hey guys! @embarrassing-myself and and I are back with another RP, completely finished as always, and somehow outstripping Brick by Brick by like 5K words. Our posting schedule will continue to be once a week on Mondays, but as you can see, we’ll now be posting to our new headcanon and RP blog as well as ao3. Another change is the length of the chapters, all pushing or close to 20k each, so I hope you’re ready to settle down for a wild ride! We really hope you guys are going to like this one, because I promise we’ve worked super hard. Enjoy! :)
just a little thing i wrote about best friend!luke because we all know im i hoe for that concept
Whoever came up with the unbearable “strictly platonic”
clause of the relationship you shared with your best friend Luke has clearly
never lived to see the ice blue specs resembling stars that contrasted the navy
rings found in his eyes or the way his tongue would poke out between his pink
lips as he tried to prevent even the smallest of laughs from stretching across
his face and illuminating his features immediately. They definitely haven’t experienced the
feeling of home that came with being wrapped in the warmth trapped within his
arms or the almost silent sound of guitar chords at 3am as he scribbled away at
the paper in between late night notes and riffs. Because if they had, you wouldn’t be stuck in
a friendship completely platonic by definition that happened to seem slightly less
platonic on the outside with feelings within that were even further from the
meaning of the word.
You never considered any aspect of your friendship with Luke
unconventional in the slightest bit until people started pointing it out to
you. The amount of times you’ve
corrected people about the status of your relationship couldn’t be counted on
two hands, nevermind one, and the times you got a nonchalant comment of “oh sorry, you two just seem so in love”
was enough to trap the foreign idea deep in your brain, practically eating you
and your friendship alive. Otherwise normal
pet names of babe and darling made your body tense up for the
slightest of seconds until you mentally shook it off, the change in your
demeanor gone before Luke could realize it even was present to begin with. Luke’s long arms lingering around your waist
and stubble-covered chin propping on your shoulder as you waited in line for
your soft-served ice cream would’ve just been a normal mannerism of your
friendship (and maybe his last resort of trying to brush off the worker’s
not-so-subtle comments about how attractive she found him). But thoughts implanted by random passersby,
strangers who noticed just something a bit off between you two, continued to
cloud your mind, blurring the line between friendship and actual relationship where
you and Luke currently stood.
And maybe Luke saw it too.
He saw how the boys would share glances, eyes meeting even in the room dimly
lit by the blue tones emitting from the movie currently displayed across the TV. Gazes from three pairs of eyes would flicker
from one another to the two figures curled up together on the couch, your fingers
absentmindedly working through the sandy blond curls at the nape of his neck as
his hand wrapped around your waist underneath the soft material of the grey
throw blanket. He was aware of how the
old couple working at the diner you frequented every Sunday morning after you
pried his tall, broad frame from the contrasting white sheets would look at you
two with soft smiles as his sleepy body curled against yours in the small booth
in the back of the restaurant. Two eggs and rye toast were always on the menu, and
evidently so were the hushed comments about how “you two look so in love” as you went to leave, even after telling
them otherwise on multiple occasions.
Luke became so hyperaware of how you good you looked with his striped shirt
hanging on your frame, especially with hooded eyes and hair messed perfectly by
your previous slumber. Was this still or
Although things remained pretty much the same between you
two for quite some time, there were evident moments were time seemed to freeze where
it was, a rush of something between adrenaline and hesitation simultaneously coursing
through both of your veins. Late nights
spent at home dancing at 2am to demos of new songs that just got out of the
recording studio in the light emitting from the refrigerator and days where you
two were both halfway across the globe exploring foreign cities and buying souvenirs
all seemed to come to a momentary halt when an all too real lump formed in your
throats, eyes wide and not knowing what would happen next when a rush everyone
calls “love” would fill the space around you.
So yeah, maybe you were falling for your best friend, but
maybe he was falling for you too.
Summary: Reader is insecure about her body and Gabriel confronts her about the way she’s handling it.
You got dressed in your workout clothes and pulled your hair
up into a ponytail. You didn’t even attempt to look in the mirror. Never before
a workout. Rarely after a workout. Mirrors were your enemy. You hated the
reflective surfaces that seemed to taunt you around every corner everywhere.
your way to the training room and headed straight for where the weights were
kept. They were your best friends. The things that you spent most of your time
with. But they seemed to be letting you down. It didn’t seem like they were
doing anything that you wanted them to do with your body.
up your weights and your grueling routine began. Within minutes, you were
already sweating. You knew that was a good sign. Sweating was the part that
meant things were working.
continued your workout and didn’t even realize when Gabriel appeared in the
training room with you.