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peachpitocs · 2 months
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“Yeah, yeah. You try living with my dumb big brother and tell me it’s any easier.” It is. Braidyn knows it is. Kale can be a lot, but he’s no Phineas and Ferb. It doesn’t matter, though. He’s barely gotten the quip out when Beck moves on.
Shit. She is kinda right. He would like to see her with her hair down. Honestly, he’s enjoying the sight of her with her hair up enough as it is. What can he say? He likes girls who can kick his ass.
“Isabella? Really? No offense, Beckham—” (and yes he did come up with that nickname right now. Pretty good, huh?) “—but her eyes are never leaving Phineas. You could show up in a sexy outfit with roses and she’d just regift them to him. But me? You’re right. I’m crazy for you even just letting your hair down. Seems like an obvious choice to me.”
Maybe that was too much. But, hey, Beck invites his flirtation. Always has. Now he just hopes he’s actually able to get somewhere.
Braidyn flinches a little on impact, then straightens back up. A hot girl is touching him. Nice.
“Okay, FIRST of all, I was really good, Future Shapiro. And you appointed me cause I stop at nothing, I actually care about the damn game, and you want me so bad you can hardly look at me.” He’s so smooth. Hell yeah.
“But yeah, okay, maybe that wasn’t my best game. Whatever. It’s not a crime to give myself a tiny bit more credit than I maybe technically deserve. And you’re not perfect, either. I’ve seen how lame your kicks are when you’re tired.”
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peachpitocs · 2 months
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“Oh! Shoot! Sorry!” Vincent scrambles out of the way, embarrassed that curiosity got the better of him. He scuffs his feet on the ground, nervously awaiting further chastisement. When it doesn’t come, he coughs politely, pulls his satchel up on his shoulder, and glances over Alice’s shoulder again, now from a safe distance.
“Is that… are you drawing a rabbit? It looks really good. I like to draw too! Maybe we could… I mean, if you don’t mind, I could sit with you and we could draw together?”
[ Starter Call // @theflannelwizard ]
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"Do me a favor, take like three steps back." She huffs, not even looking up from the sketchbook on her lap. Alice wasn't good at many artistic elements, but that didn't mean she didn't enjoy it.
"Your shadow is casted right on my page, and I can't see my lines."
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peachpitocs · 5 months
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spotify wrapped has arrived. send me a number from 1-100 for a starter based on that song, or a lyric from it, or send a 🎁 for me to shuffle.
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peachpitocs · 10 months
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peachpitocs · 11 months
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“Woah.”
Braidyn looks at her, head cocked like a puppy, heart racing. He’d prepared himself to help her through something, or to listen and not talk too much, or to celebrate with her. But he wasn’t ready for her to just go off on how much she likes him. Girls don’t do that. People don’t do that. Or, they do, but about Braidyn the carefully curated pretty boy who's just barely suggestive enough in his jokes to get teenage hearts racing from afar. Not about... Braidyn Shapiro. Braidyn Shapiro is just some guy, made of jokes that fall flat and too much love and fists through drywall and all the least glamorous parts of fame.
But Kanade likes that. She likes Braidyn Shapiro, who’s her boyfriend even when he’s not airbrushed.
Insane.
“Uh. I know that now!”
Come on, dude. How stupid can you get?
“And I think that sort of stuff about you, too. I mean, obviously you’re a total fucking babe, but that’s not what it’s about. You’re smart, smarter than me for sure, and really talented and kind and gentle and patient and brave and I like every part of you.”
He lets out a lone chuckle, noticing his own phrasing.
“I mean, every part of who you are. Not just every part of your body. Sorry. I need to stop talking about how stunning you are.”
To his credit, that is what he meant. And he hasn’t looked away from her face for a second, even when eye contact started to feel weird and drawn out. Because he likes her face, and because he wants her to feel seen, not looked at.
He needs to change the subject.
“In 1965, the women’s pro football league was started as, like, a gimmick, cause the guy who started it, this asshole named Sid Friedman, thought women playing football was a joke.
"I kinda think part of it was also a sex thing? Like, girls on screen, look at them run around and tackle each other. That's just my guess, though."
He shrugs, steering himself back to center.
"And I think probably you’ve dealt with guys like that, and, uh, I just wanna say those guys are idiots.
"I dunno. I was thinking about how you like me, you don’t just like the me that’s on tabloid covers with digitally enhanced abs, and, uh. I like you without the Sid Friedmans of the world making you into something you’re not cause they can’t take you seriously. And I take you so seriously as a musician. You totally kick ass at guitar.
"Maybe I’m not making sense. I think what I’m trying to say is I might love you a little bit, but that’s a big scary word that I’m technically under contract not to use and I don’t want you to think I’m too much and— yeah. I think you’re awesome. I think you’re like if sports was a girl. Cause... cause sports is the thing I would devote my whole life to if I could.”
He thinks that gets the point across.
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Oh. Huh. Braidyn’s not sure what to do with that, if he’s honest. Girls don’t usually say things that imply they think he’s a decent person.
“Thanks? Thank you. I trust you, too, babygirl. Sorry. Is it bad to babygirl you when we’re having a serious moment? Are we having a serious moment? Shit, let me try that again.”
Deep breath. Hand on her shoulder. Lip bite smoulder. No, tone that back. Deep breath again.
“I trust you, too. And I’m really glad you’re in my life, and I don’t ever wanna let you down. But, uh, I admittedly am maybe kinda new to the relationship thing. And turns out liking a girl and wanting to make her happy is a different thing than, like, getting bitches. You’re not bitches to me. You’re my most special, epic girl of all time.”
She is. And he doesn’t even look at her boobs when he says it. He doesn’t even consciously choose not to look at her boobs, cause he honestly wants to look at her face. Nice.
“But, uh, was that leading up to something? Cause you CAN trust me. With secrets or your big messy girl emotions or whatever. I promise.”
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「 ☆ 」   Braidyn’s response only exemplifies why Kanade trusts him. It’s real. Clumsy and uncertain and more real than any other conversation Kanade has had with boys her age. Or older men. Or most people in general, if she’s being honest. It had been a shock to go from being ignored by the world to suddenly having strangers wanting to talk to her. Not nearly as many as who want to talk to Ayumu or Denki, but still an intimidating amount.
Yet despite the variety of people Kanade has come in contact with since she became an Idol, there always seems to be one thing in common. It all feels very forced. Scripted and rehearsed and angled towards a goal. Even fans seem like they’re either walking on eggshells, putting on airs, or so unbelievably nervous that whoever they are gets lost in the fumbling moment.
But Braidyn’s nerves aren’t stemmed from the fame that’s found her. It’s not because of what she is, or who he wants her to be, or anything he thinks he can gain because of it. He’s nervous because she’s his girlfriend ( just like any other normal boy would likely be ) and any airs he tries to put on are quickly shed, Kanade watching as the well-meaning dork she fell for still shines through the entire time. A far cry from what she had expected when meeting him.
❝ Oh, no no- don’t worry. It wasn’t leading up to— Well, I mean... I guess it sort of was?  ❞  Kanade says once Braidyn has found what he wanted to say, hands that had been waving reassuringly in front of her self coming to a halt as she takes her turn to find the right words. Fond smile turning sheepish, she shrugs and glances off to the side, brushing a strand of hair out of her face,  ❝ Maybe I worded it weird... I wasn’t intending to make it seem like I had something big to tell you. I just- had that to tell you.  ❞ 
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Cheeks flushed pink, a hand lightly holds onto her pigtail, rubbing the silky strands between her fingers,  ❝  I’m new to being in a relationship too... and until I met you, I honestly didn’t think I’d get to be in one. And if I was, I didn’t think it’d be nearly as good as this.  ❞  Looking at Braidyn, she reaches over to hold his hand, giving it a small squeeze,  ❝  I trust you. And I care about you. And I think you’re the sweetest, most wonderful, most genuine boy in the entire world... and I wanted to make sure you knew that.  ❞     「 ☆ 」 
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peachpitocs · 1 year
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“Okay! If you’re sure! So I like Count Paris because he’s a character that you can take a lot of different directions, and even though he’s kind of a blank slate he REALLY impacts the story.”
Carroll watches Cots as he speaks, fondness on his face. He doesn’t know how really to explain it, but Cots is a friend to him in the purest and truest way. Almost like a brother. He can’t imagine life without him.
“Seriously, though, interrupt me at any time.”
And then it’s back to Romeo and Juliet and grinning at his best friend.
“…Sorry, I’m rambling.” Carroll cuts himself off, suddenly very aware that most people don’t care about Shakespeare as much as he does.
“Do you want a turn to talk? I didn’t mean to just stand here and monologue.”
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peachpitocs · 1 year
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Braidyn flinches a little on impact, then straightens back up. A hot girl is touching him. Nice.
“Okay, FIRST of all, I was really good, Future Shapiro. And you appointed me cause I stop at nothing, I actually care about the damn game, and you want me so bad you can hardly look at me.” He’s so smooth. Hell yeah.
“But yeah, okay, maybe that wasn’t my best game. Whatever. It’s not a crime to give myself a tiny bit more credit than I maybe technically deserve. And you’re not perfect, either. I’ve seen how lame your kicks are when you’re tired.”
“Did you catch the game last night? I was pretty awesome. Totally carried our team.”
Braidyn knows he’s exaggerating at best. But if all goes well, he’ll be right about not having seen anyone he knows in the stands, and he’ll get away with making himself look good.
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peachpitocs · 1 year
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“…Sorry, I’m rambling.” Carroll cuts himself off, suddenly very aware that most people don’t care about Shakespeare as much as he does.
“Do you want a turn to talk? I didn’t mean to just stand here and monologue.”
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peachpitocs · 1 year
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“Did you catch the game last night? I was pretty awesome. Totally carried our team.”
Braidyn knows he’s exaggerating at best. But if all goes well, he’ll be right about not having seen anyone he knows in the stands, and he’ll get away with making himself look good.
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peachpitocs · 1 year
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“I just want you to know that I really like you. A lot.” Jamie grimaces slightly at his own words, afraid that it’s too much.
“I mean, a lot but a normal amount. I’m not weird about it. I promise. Anyway, the point I was getting to is I want you to maybe meet my mom at some point, but not my dad. Cause he sucks, and it’s just not worth it. Not because I don’t want him to know about you. Okay?”
He’s been avoiding eye contact, but now he glances over to see if he can discern a reaction.
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peachpitocs · 1 year
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What if I just posted some opens.
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peachpitocs · 1 year
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✧ — ⋆ “ Um, yeah, that’s why I liked it so much when I was a kid, and then it just kind of stuck with me. ” Huey shrugs, probably over explaining his enjoyment of strawberry ice cream, but he can’t exact unsay the words.
His cheeks brighten a lot more at Carroll’s next words, immediately hearing the suggestive connotations of his parents not being present for their date. Carroll at least realizes his implications and starts hastily correcting himself and Huey can’t help but to let out a little laugh.
         “ That sounds good. It’ll um, it’ll be fun. ” He returns the smile, if not a bit shier and with slightly redder cheeks before he half turns in the opposite direction.
Carroll offers to walk him anywhere he’s going, and the smile on his face is so kind, Huey doesn’t really want to deny him the option to, even if he’s not going far.
         “ Oh, well, since school is over I’m just walking out front. Launchpad is supposed to come pick me up but you could… come wait with me. If you want, that is. He’s usually at least a few minutes late. ” 
“Yeah! Yeah, I’ll wait with you!” Carroll slings his backpack over his shoulder and accompanies Huey to the door and out. It’s a nice day, warm but not hot with a slight breeze. Feels like spring.
“I get picked up by my mom, and her work ends around the same time school lets out, so she’s usually late, too. And then she drops me off and heads to her other job. So I get it.” It’s weird, trying to keep a conversation going after the Big Thing is done. Carroll doesn’t find Huey hard to talk to, but he does find himself running out of things to say as his heart races.
“Hey, did you at all get what was going on in AP Chem today? Because I SWEAR the reading from last night had nothing to do with what we were talking about in class.” That should be a good opening. For normal conversation, not awkward sweaty ‘I like you too much’ conversation.
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@peachpitocs​ said ; "Huey, dude, I've totally been meaning to ask you something!" Carroll winces internally at how forced that attempt at being casual sounds, but he pushes on.
"What's your favourite kind of ice cream? I was thinking I could get us cones or shakes or something for our study date this weekend. History's a bitch, y'know? Like, an interesting bitch, but still not easy. So I thought, why not balance out the study with a little more of the... date?"
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✧ — ⋆ Huey looks up at Carroll as he calls his name and is immediately thrown through a loop. His cheeks turn pink and his eyes widen slightly at the out of nowhere ( at least to him ) proposition.
Carroll wants to turn Huey helping him with history into an actual… date? Carroll wants to date… him? He stands back a step, looking up at Carroll with a half confused and half surprised expression, and really, Carroll has gotten quite tall since they were kids, something Huey cannot say for himself. It’s nice though, Carroll’s nice, tall, handsome, they have a lot of interests, they’ve been friends for a while, and he always enjoys himself when he’s with the other bird. 
He pauses before deciding it’s worth a try. 
          “ My favourite kind of ice cream is strawberry. ”
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peachpitocs · 1 year
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sketch..... what if you drew javen.
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What if I did…..
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peachpitocs · 1 year
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@not-bcring said: ❛ relationships are built on trust, and i trust you. ❜ - (( Kanade @ Braidyn ))
Oh. Huh. Braidyn's not sure what to do with that, if he's honest. Girls don't usually say things that imply they think he's a decent person.
"Thanks? Thank you. I trust you, too, babygirl. Sorry. Is it bad to babygirl you when we're having a serious moment? Are we having a serious moment? Shit, let me try that again."
Deep breath. Hand on her shoulder. Lip bite smoulder. No, tone that back. Deep breath again.
"I trust you, too. And I'm really glad you're in my life, and I don't ever wanna let you down. But, uh, I admittedly am maybe kinda new to the relationship thing. And turns out liking a girl and wanting to make her happy is a different thing than, like, getting bitches. You're not bitches to me. You're my most special, epic girl of all time."
She is. And he doesn't even look at her boobs when he says it. He doesn't even consciously choose not to look at her boobs, cause he honestly wants to look at her face. Nice.
"But, uh, was that leading up to something? Cause you CAN trust me. With secrets or your big messy girl emotions or whatever. I promise."
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peachpitocs · 1 year
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@canon-fcdder said: ❛ it’s better with you here. ❜ - (( Ayumu @ Jamie ))
Jamie smiles at Ayumu's statement. Exhales too hard, almost like laughter. It's not that he doesn't believe it, just that he's still unused to being someone that people like being around. People other than Braidyn and Abraham, that is. People who are pretty and talented and don't treat him like their annoying older brother.
No, Ayumu treats him like he's clever and handsome and special. Leans in so close that Jamie gets dizzy and shares secrets with him and takes him up to the catwalk after shows, even though Jamie and his bandmates have never been allowed up before.
"You think? I mean, this seems pretty cool with or without me.
"...But I think things are better with you, too. I didn't really know before I met you how much I needed something like this. Someone like you." He swings his legs, dangling off the catwalk.
"They don't usually let us up here, y'know. You must have a real reputation. Responsible, trustworthy, all that." Which would make sense. Jamie sees Ayumu that way, too, and he's privy to his more mischievous side.
He pauses to look at Ayumu. What a pretty boy. Small and pink and expertly styled. It's no wonder he's always at the front of his idol group.
"I like heights. Makes everything feel small. Except us. We're bigger than ever. We're the only thing that matters."
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peachpitocs · 1 year
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&. 𝐬𝐨𝐟𝐭 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐬𝐰𝐞𝐞𝐭 𝐬𝐞𝐧𝐭𝐞𝐧𝐜𝐞 𝐬𝐭𝐚𝐫𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐬.
(  various  fluffy  dialogue  prompts  so  soft,  so  sweet,  just  for  you!  )
❛ i just wanted to make sure you’re okay. ❜
❛ there it is, there’s that smile! ❜
❛ you got me flowers? ❜
❛ i’m not afraid of you. ❜
❛ aw, did you miss me? ❜
❛ you’re lucky that you’re cute. ❜
❛ wait, you think i’m cute? ❜
❛ you’re not alone. you never were. ❜
❛ i don’t think i’ve ever seen you smile. ❜
❛ good morning, sleeping beauty. ❜
❛ it’s better with you here. ❜
❛ don’t worry, i’m staying right here. ❜
❛ you’re welcome to stay, if you want. ❜
❛ don’t be a stranger, okay? ❜
❛ i haven’t laughed like this in a long time. ❜
❛ hold still. this might sting a little. ❜
❛ you can hold my hand, if you want. ❜
❛ i knew you would be here. ❜
❛ i just wanted to say thank you for protecting me. ❜
❛ before you do anything, try this and tell me what you think. ❜
❛ wow i really can’t speak, huh? must be because of how pretty you look. ❜
❛ we can order pizza, watch a movie, whatever you want. ❜
❛ what, am i not allowed to look at you? ❜
❛ i’m not giving up on you. ❜
❛ is that my shirt? ❜
❛ this is a good look for you. ❜
❛ pinky promise? ❜
❛ c’mere, you. ❜
❛ honey, i’m home! ❜
❛ you remembered? ❜
❛ you’re my family too. ❜
❛ let’s go somewhere, just you and me. ❜
❛ i’m here for you. don’t forget that. ❜
❛ you’re the only thing that matters. ❜
❛ was that your first kiss? ❜
❛ i was worried something happened to you. ❜
❛ your heart is beating so fast right now. ❜
❛ relationships are built on trust, and i trust you. ❜
❛ you always see the good in people. even me. ❜
❛ do you think the moon is jealous of how pretty you are? ❜
❛ nope, puppy dog eyes aren’t going to work this time! ❜
❛ thanks to you, i know what it means to love again. ❜
❛ how about a kiss before i go? ❜
❛ i’m just glad you’re okay. ❜
❛ here we are, home sweet home. ❜
❛ thanks for being here with me. ❜
❛ seeing you happy is all that matters. ❜
❛ keep it. it looks better on you. ❜
❛ i couldn’t stop missing you if i tried. ❜
❛ you feel like home to me. ❜
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peachpitocs · 1 year
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(( Sketch! - Jayden and Carroll because Yes :3 ))
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These two are impossible to sum up in one image but I think this is the general vibe :)
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