do you like reading about tarlos having an awkward encounter in an adult store? if so, this snippet is for you!
this is from the fic affectionately known as 'Call Me' that i am successfully co-parenting with @rmd-writes (tag, you're it!)
There’s a head of brown hair that’s clearly visible from over a row of very…interesting paraphernalia. Even before the man turns around, Carlos knows who it is. It’s a vibe, an aura, an unfortunate consequence of being extremely attracted to someone who is in precisely the wrong place at precisely the wrong time. Carlos was wrong. Seeing TK Strand in a sex shop might be worse than seeing his parents. “Savannah,” he says, coughing awkwardly. “I've, um, I’ve actually got to go somewhere. Emergency. Don’t worry about the—” “Are you sure?” she asks, far too loudly. “I can show you the options real quick—” “Officer Reyes?” Fuck. Carlos is completely fucked. He feels rooted to the spot, unable to take a breath as his eyes dart over the shelf of unnervingly accurate, plastic, human body parts. Clear green eyes blink back at him, equally as shocked. “Strand,” he replies, his voice sounding far less shaky than it feels. “Hi.” “I’ll leave you to it,” Savannah says, looking between them furtively before scurrying off between the aisles. Carlos kind of wants to throw a dildo at her. “What are you— I probably shouldn’t ask that,” TK stammers, looking adorable with his wide eyes and his unguarded expression. When Carlos’ eyes drop to TK’s hands, he sees he’s holding an ungodly amount of lube and a small silver plug. Huh. Interesting.
if you haven't played wip weds and you want to, you SHOULD! I tag you!