#fl is still mostly closed right

[ihavethedreamies]

Pool Boy (3) | Soobin

Choi Soobin - TXT

Rating: M (18+) MDNI

Word Count: ~4.4k >_>

Pairing: Soobin x AFAB!Reader

Genre: Reader-Insert, Smut, Porn with very little Plot

!!This is smut…if that much isn't clear you should probably leave now!! MDNI!

Warnings: She/Her Pronouns used, Small Age Difference (Unspecified, he calls her Noona), Pet Names (Sweet, Noona, etc.), Swearing, Kissing, Oral (F! and M! Receiving), Deepthroating/Face-Fucking, Spanking, Big Dick! Soobin, Cockbulge (slightly), Semi-Public Sex (at work but no one else is there), Unprotected Sex (Use a condom! She's on the pill)

Summary: Soobin finds you cleaning the bathroom after everyone leaves the pool at night then utterly destroys you in the best way possible.

Author's Note: This originally was going to be part of a really long series with a lot of plot, but it was taking too long and I was putting too much plot, more than I had initially planned. Because of that, I cut nearly all plot out and it's still four-thousands words of just fucking so…

Also…this was a dream I had…This whole series has been somewhat, but this is the only part that is straight from the dream, the others I got more specific because I don't remember the details as well as this.

Disclaimer: I do have the whole cock-bulge thing in this. I understand this could be a bit offensive to some who are on the heavier side (I am in that group as well). I also have the reader being pretty short even though I am 5'7". The reason being is I have a size difference kink/fetish, mostly because I am not small, and so I put it into a lot of my stories. Sorry if this doesn't align with your body type, but I also imagine a character in my place for these, so I don't sometimes take into account what others do.

None of the parts are reliant on the others, there is just a version for each boy.

-> Yeonjun <-

-> Taehyun <-

-> Hueningkai <-

-> Beomgyu <-

I am cross-posting this on Archive. Please reblog! If you know anyone that would like this or future fics but they aren't on here my name and icon are exactly the same on the other site. Happy reading!

"Hey, why don't you come hang out with us?" A girl came up to Soobin where he sat at the bar. She placed her hand on his shoulder, and you noticed he stiffened, and you watched closely what she did next.

"No, sorry, I'm working." He tried to shrug her hand off, but she just wrapped both around his bicep instead.

"You don't have to drink~" You glared at where she was holding him. You had no right really to be jealous, you two were just friends who flirted…a lot.

"I would really rather not." He was being polite, but you could see he was uncomfortable.

"Please?" She cooed, batting her eyelashes and you rolled your eyes. She caught it and scoffed.

"You should get that cough checked out." You shot at her, and Soobin turned his head to cover his smirk. She sneered harder and you could tell she thought she was prettier than you just because her tits were nearly popping out of her bikini top, and she had her hair dyed blonde.

"What, you aren't his girlfriend." The girl mocked, like she would know that anyway.

"Why do you think that?"

"One of you would have said something."

"Well, unfortunately for you, tonight I get to get railed by him and you don't." you whispered to her, and she huffed in disbelief, offended.

"Oh yeah, you really think I believe that?" You weren't sure if Soobin had heard your comment to her or not.

"She's not my girlfriend, but that's just for now." Soobin gave you a look, much more fire there than you had seen in his eyes before. This tipped her over the edge, and she stormed away. You were left to yourselves that time and you both chuckled.

"I get to rail you, huh?" His voice was confident, and his stare was sharp, it made your cunt pulse.

"Oh, I uh…" You gave him a coquettish look.

"If I get permission." He smirked and you huffed.

You continued to run the drink bar and Soobin had come around to help at the snack bar and so you weren't able to continue flirting much. As it was getting to be time for people to leave, you heard a loud engine coming and saw a bus come to pick up the group renting the pool that night.

"Did anyone throw up?" you asked a girl as she slumped into a chair at the bar.

"No, thank the Lord. Do we have to clean?"

"Not really. I'll check stuff over, but the professional cleaners come every Sunday, so they can do it." you told her, and she sighed in relief. The rest of the workers did some basic cleanup, and you went to check the restrooms. They were surprisingly clean, and you were told the boys’ was clean as well. That was even more shocking, but you were grateful. The only thing you had noticed was in one of the private solo bathrooms, there was some blood in the sink. Now that you saw it you remembered seeing a girl had gotten a nosebleed, so you assumed that was the cause. Heading back into the shelter, you went to the back room to get some cleaner and waved as most of the employees left for the night. As you were cleaning, you left the door propped open and you heard someone in the distance.

"I think she is cleaning in one of the bathrooms!" They answered another's question and then you heard then louder as they passed the door.

"She's in this one!" A guy shouted and then you heard the gate open and close as he left. You assumed he was talking to Soobin since he was the last one to leave. Not paying too much attention as you scrubbed and disinfected, the door slid all the way open and you heard the wooden door stop scramble across the tiled floor, the door then thumping shut. Out of your periphery you saw Soobin come up behind you in the mirror. You were curious what he was going to do. You slowed your task down to give him more time and you glanced up, eyes meeting through the reflection.

"What can I do?" he asked, and you knew he wasn't trying to help clean.

"How about whatever you want, and I'll stop you if I don't agree?" You suggested turning the faucet on so you could rinse out the magic sponge you were using. Soobin huffed in amusement, "Hope you can keep up. I don't get tired easily…" and you furrowed your brow when he slinked out of sight behind you.

You caught yourself on the counter in shock when you felt his big hands on your hips, his thumbs hooking into your belt loops.

"S-Soobin?"

"This okay?"

"Y-yes." You weren’t sure what he was planning but you had an idea. Since your shorts were so tight and it was so hot, you had foregone any underwear that day.

"You smell good, noona." He muttered and you yelped when he buried his face into your denim covered cunt. You sighed when his tongue ran over the fabric and you were sure that despite the thick material, you were probably soaking through it. Then, something hit you. Yes you had showered after, but…

"S-Soobin, I uh…" You heard him shuffle on the floor and he kissed your lower back above the hem of your shorts, your top had risen up as you leaned forward.

"Wearing panties?" He guessed; his tone amused.

"No…just shorts. It's because it's hot and they're tight-!"

"They're coming off." he announced and reached around to unbutton your jeans, his nose burying back into your cunt. You whimpered as he removed your shorts, and he sat back so he could pull them off your legs and you slipped your sandals off as well.

"So wet, sweet girl." Soobin cooed, his thumb stroking through your folds.

"Soobin~" You keened, your fingers trying to dig into the hard countertop. You heard him chuckle and his other thumb came up as well and he spread your pussy open. Your face heated, embarrassed to be stared at like that. Your hips bumped into the counter hard when you jolted forward, his tongue had flicked at your clit. Soobin groaned and licked up from your still swollen clit to your quivering entrance and went to town. His tongue was long like the rest of him, and it went way farther into your cunt that you thought it would. You whined; his pace didn't allow you a second of reprieve.

"Ah!" You yelped, slamming your hand over your mouth when the noise echoed around the restroom. You knew that no one else was there, but it was still loud. His arms had wrapped around your thighs, holding your soaking cunt to his face as he drank from you. Grateful for his arms, your legs weakened and quivered from his actions. Your moans increased in pitch as your orgasm got closer and you fell over the edge as he filled you with his long finger and sucked hard on your clit.

"Fuck~!" You moaned long and high as you came, and he sucked up every drop that fell from your cunt. When your walls had stopped clenching his finger, he finally pulled away and you slumped onto your arms on the counter, gasping for breath. You watched him in the mirror as he stood, licking your juices from his fingers like it was ice cream that had dripped onto his hand.

"You are so fucking delicious." He murmured low and you gaped at him over your shoulder. As you recovered, you watched with rapt attention as he removed his gray striped t-shirt and let it fall to the floor. He was beautiful. Broad shoulders, narrow waist, long legs. When you got to his red trunks, you saw the tent his hard on was setting and you nearly choked. He was hung like a horse, his friends were right, and you still hadn't seen his dick out yet. Time slowed down, and your mouth watered as you watched him finally remove his last garment.

"Oh, my, god." You moaned and he huffed, a smug look on his face.

"Wanna taste?" he asked, and you nodded aggressively. He tilted his head, and you scrambled off the counter and onto your knees in front of him. Soobin thought you looked like a puppy begging for a treat.

"Well, come here then." He stroked his big hand over his big cock, and you scooched forward on your knees over the cool tile. With a whine, you licked the drop of precum from his tip and you whimpered, taking the head in your mouth. He sighed at the feeling and your jaw hurt from the stretch, but GAWD was it worth it. As you took him in deeper, he wasn't even halfway in your mouth when he hit the back of your mouth. Swallowing a few times, you took him deeper, and his rumbling groan echoed off the tile walls. After his whole cock was buried in your throat, you gagged a few times despite your practiced control. He was going to split you in half. Beginning to move your head, you wrapped your hand around the base so you could stroke over the part of him your mouth couldn't hold. Every so often, you would swallow and let him cut your air off, your nose hitting his pelvis. The feeling of your breathing being restricted made your head swim for several reasons and as you sucked and licked over him, drool splattered on the floor and down your face. You looked like an absolute mess, and it was driving him nuts. In your head you marveled at the fact that he was lasting so long. If his stamina was already to this extent, you were in for a long night. It was to the point that your arm was getting tired from holding it up and your neck hurt too. You shot him a look, and he grunted at that, and you felt his cock finally twitch.

"What is it, sweet girl? Want me to take over?" He stroked your hair and you nodded, his cock still sitting in your mouth.

"Okay, sweet." He straightened up from where he was leaning back into the wall, and you let your arm fall so you could steady yourself on the floor. Your pussy clenched around nothing, and his long fingers dug into your hair at the top of your braid.

"Hit my leg if you need me to stop. I'll go deep every five thrusts, 'kay?" He informed you and you nodded. Was he planning this, thinking over how to do it? Fuck…

Preparing, you inhaled deeply through your nose, and he snapped his hips. The fat head hitting the back your mouth made you gag, but your eyes rolled back as you closed them, reveling in the sensation. True to his word, he filled your throat every five thrusts then kept going. Your breathing was harsh, not only trying to take in enough air, but also getting extremely turned on. Your bare cunt was sliding over the puddle you were leaving on the tile, the cold friction was getting you close.

"Fuck, (Y/N), I'm gonna cum," He whined, and you moaned in response, and he made a choking sound.

"Shit." He gasped, throwing his head back and he pressed on your head, so he was all the way in your mouth and came. You swallowed, gagging slightly, it felt like his cock was a hose with how much hot, sticky cum he was pumping down your throat. Tears slipped down your cheeks, your vision blurring from lack of air, but your pussy was throbbing. Waves of pleasure crashed through you as you came all over the floor. Finally, as you were getting lightheaded, he finally let your head go and pulled out, and you sucked in air harshly, a trail of drool and cum leaking down your face and onto your shirt. You thought at least his cock would have softened some, but no, he was still standing proud before you, the same mix on your face dripping off his cock. You swallowed one more time to get the rest down and he panted as you took your shirt off, then your bra, finally fully naked.

"You'll have to clean the floor," He smirked, nodding at the puddle you left as you stood up. You wobbled some and he reached forward to steady you and he led you closer to him and he smiled down at you.

"You did so good, sweet girl." He nuzzled the top of your head, and you took the chance to run your fingers over his bare torso. Soobin's cock pressed against your stomach and you both moaned softly as you peered up at him with wide eyes.

"Where you wanna fuck me, Binnie?" Your voice wavered, higher than normal and with a slight whine to it. He wondered how far gone you were, how cock drunk, and how much farther you would go. He didn't particularly want to fuck you in the bathroom, he wasn't sure where to do so though. The thought of doing it on one of the lounge chairs around the pool sounded nice, but risky. The fence surrounding the pool was tall but more or less open for everyone to see, even at the late hour. There was the couch in the back office, but that would be hard to clean…Then he got an idea.

"Come with me." He grabbed your hand to lead you, and he peered around the doorway of the bathroom to make sure no one would see as you passed the entrance gate. You both dashed into the shelter, and he told you to stand and wait while he grabbed some towels from the shelves. He laid five of them down over each other to make a much softer surface and it would make cleaning up easier as well.

"Over here, sweet." He motioned you over and he softly pulled you down to him and he sat on the towels letting you sit on his lap, straddling him. Soobin's cock nestled against your ass, your hands on his shoulders, and you were eye level with him like this. He placed a quick kiss on your lips, and you realized he hadn't kissed you yet. Whining, you brought his lips back to yours and it instantly got deeper as your tongues met. Pulling back shortly for air, you both dipped back in, and his hands went to your hips to maneuver you. He had you prop yourself up higher, the head of his cock nestled into your dripping folds.

"Ready?" He asked and you nodded, your kisses moving from his mouth to his jaw and down his neck. He pressed on your waist, and you started to sink down on him, and you gasped. He sure was going to split you in half. You threw your head back at the sensation, despite cumming twice and dripping like a faucet, the stretch burned.

"Breathe." He coached you, helping you take more even breaths as he filled you. Finally, his cock bumped your cervix, but there was still nearly an inch of him left. You wanted him in you completely, feel his groin touch your clit.

"M-more." You keened and he grunted, wrapping his arms around you to hold you in place. Your breath hitched each time he pulled out slightly, each thrust getting him deeper just a bit more till he was completely inside. You quivered, your cunt around his dick and your body in his arms. You yelped, clenching him when his hand went to and pressed on your lower stomach. He smirked and you looked down at yourself to see a faint rounded outline under your belly button.

"You took me so well, sweet girl." He whispered in your ear, and you shivered again, his tongue running up the side of your throat and to your ear lobe where he sucked on your earring. In that position, you really didn't have the strength to move, the pleasure too intense for your mind to function too.

"I'll help you, sweet." He assured you and you whimpered when he laid down, so his back was on the towels. He had you place your hands on his knees bent up behind you for leverage, then he shuffled some and gave you a look. You nodded and his hips jumped, thrusting him even deeper and you gasped. He watched in wonder as your head was thrown back, hair dangling down your back, chest heaving. Using his hips and arms to move you, he fucked up into you hard and you felt your orgasm already approaching. If you thought his tongue had wrecked you, his cock was worse. He wasn't rough, but his cock was just that big. What the hell had he been fed? Next time you would have to give Soobin his own day, you were already kind of tired from working, now Soobin was blowing your back out on the floor. It got to the point where you were struggling to keep your volume controlled. Your whines and moans were getting louder, too loud. His hips stopped and you nearly squealed, but he rolled you both over, so he was on top, your legs hitched up over his hips. Leaning forward over you, so tall his collarbone was at your nose, he had grabbed a smaller towel that had fallen when he grabbed the bigger one. Rolling it up quick, he gave short thrusts, and had you open your mouth and he put the towel in to keep you quiet.

"Next time, we need to go somewhere where you can scream, but not here." He muttered and you whined around the terrycloth, but you agreed. You never used to have trouble keeping quiet during sex, but your mind was gone, your self-control gone. After your mouth was handled, his hands pressed on your thighs to open your legs spread eagle, then he snapped his hips hard, and you came again. Your cunt clenched him so tight, he had to slow down to maintain his rhythm, helping you ride it out. Your poor clit was burning from overstimulation, your gummy walls fluttering still around him. Soobin groaned, adjusting your legs again to get you into a mating press. His big hands surrounded your lower thighs, and you were grateful for your flexibility as he easily forced your knees to your ears. He watched your head flop to the side, your eyes unfocused, mouth clenched on the towel, drool soaking in, tears flowing over your cheeks and sweat down your brow. You were ruined and he reveled in it. Yes, you had been railed before, but they hadn't fucked you stupid, not like he was. There were no thoughts behind your eyes, and you couldn't even form your mouth to say his name, let alone anything else.

"You like my cock, huh?" You nodded in response.

"Want me to fill you back up? Pump you full?" You let out a long pitchy moan.

"You’re such a little slut for me, sweet. Just for me? Only for me…" He groaned low as your pussy clenched him even tighter. His fingers buried into the flesh of your thighs, and you were worried he would leave bruises. Oh well, you owned a pair of capris.

"Want it, yeah?" Soobin grunted, his thrusts growing even harsher, but less consistent. If he came inside of you as much as he did down your throat…

"Fuck!" He grunted and your stomach got hot, the force of his cum coating your insides knocked you over the edge once again. The towel was a Godsend because you might have bitten your tongue otherwise, your head thrown back, nails digging into the towels.

"Fuck, sweet girl~" He whined, still filling you, drops of white slipping down your ass and onto the towel. You slumped, boneless, the towel falling out of your mouth and rolling away till it lay flat. As your mind's haziness started to fade, you cunt fluttered…he was still half hard.

"What the fuck?" You gasped to yourself, trying to process the reality of the situation. You blinked, trying to find your way back to the current realm of existence, he let your legs down so they could rest at his sides.

"Noona? You too tired?" His voice was tinted with worry, but he really, really hoped you said no. You shook your head in the negative and he sighed.

"Let me turn over." Your voice was scratchy, but he acquiesced, pulling out. When he did, globs of cum dripped out of you, the sensation was weird. To him, the sight was extremely arousing, and his cock was at full mast again. You rolled over onto your stomach, letting your ass prop up into the air. Soobin exhaled harshly and his giant cock pressed to your pussy once again and he slipped in easily. You grabbed the small towel from your side and bit down on it to quiet your own noises, his pace immediately was relentless. Soobin pulled his cock nearly all the way out, only his head being swallowed by your soaking folds before he buried deep again. Even though he was in your cunt and not your throat, each thrust made you feel like you couldn't breathe and what looked like sparkles dotted your vision.

"Ah, fuck!" You spat the towel out when he landed his hand on your ass, the skin erupting like fire. There was a bright red spot on your cheek in the shape of his hand. The way you pulsed around him at this made him smirk, and he changed his pace to deep but hard thrusts, battering your cervix. His other hand smacked the other side, and you shoved the towel back in your mouth so you could scream. How the fuck were you going to get home? You were probably going to have to call your roommate.

"Oh, you’re so good for me, sweet." He praised and this made you sob with pleasure.

"S-S-Soobin!" You managed to get his name out and he reveled in the broken syllables leaving your drool covered lips. Another spank landed on your ass, in a different spot this time, leaving another red welt in its wake. The sound echoed through the shelter and your skin burned after a good six or seven swats.

"Okay, (Y/N), noona, I'm going to come again, 'kay? On your back…" He groaned and with a last spank, you came, and he took the chance to pull out. After a few strokes, his hot cum splashed over the red skin on your ass, so hot it felt scalding. Your eyes closed, tears flowing down and over your nose to land on the towel under your face. Finally, finally, his cock was softening, still covered in a mix of your essences. You were a mess and he wanted you no other way. While Taehyun might have had a more dominating personality, Soobin was more devious it seemed. He loved you beneath him, utterly spent. You slipped in and out of consciousness as you heard him moving around the shelter. When he came back to you and lifted you up to kneeling, you whimpered, and he shushed you.

"It’s okay, noona, let’s get cleaned up." He held you like a princess, kissing your forehead. He was still just as naked, and he entered the back office you had left open and went into the bathroom there. He let you down softly, still holding you upright as he turned the shower on. He only made it warm, you both needed to cool down and he helped you rinse his seed off your skin. He cooed at the red marks as you leaned against the cold tile, still panting. You barely registered as he got you out of the shower and even dressed and you laid down on the couch in the office as he brought you your bag and phone. There was only one notification on your phone, and he saw the time was nearly 11 pm. He winced, grabbing his own phone, and sending the guys a quick message as you wearily looked at your own.

"You good, fam?" Your roommate had messaged you and you shot her a quick positive and debated whether to have her come get you or not. Shifting a bit to try and sit up, your entire body protested and so you caved and called her.

"Are you okay?"

"Yes…I need you to come pick me up." You mumbled and you heard some shuffling on the other line.

"Are. You. Okay?"

"YES. I just…can't walk…or sit." You told her and she laughed so hard you had to pull your phone away from your ear.

"Okay, shit, that's great. I'll get an Uber and drive your car back." She hung up and your arm flopped back down, your cell face down on your stomach.

"Sorry." Soobin mumbled next to you, sitting on the floor next to the couch.

"Don't. That was…" You sighed and he laughed.

"You warned me of your stamina but that was insane." You huffed and he laughed again. You began to drift off, and he reached up, brushing some stray hairs from your face and stroking your still red cheek with the back of his finger.

"(Y/N)!" A voice he didn't recognize called out and he went to open the gate for your roommate and let her into the shelter. She barely glanced at him till she saw you lying on the couch, then turned to him. She balked, eyes wide and looked him up and down.

"Shit…" She swore and then went to you and shook you.

"You need help out to the car?" she asked, and you grunted a yes. Your roommate turned to Soobin, and he went to you. You lifted your arms up like a child and he chuckled, lifting you into his arms once again and followed your roommate out to the car. She grabbed your bag and his and made sure the lights were turned off and locked as you left. She had worked there with you in the past and so knew what to do. You rested your head on his shoulder as he carried you across the parking lot and helped you sit in the passenger seat. You winced as your sore skin touched the seat and he apologized. He kissed your forehead, which made you whimper, and he shut the door. Your roommate waved to him, and she pulled out before he started to walk back to campus.

"Holy crap." She muttered and you let out a tired laugh.

"Yes."

-> Yeonjun <-

-> Taehyun <-

-> Hueningkai <-

-> Beomgyu <-

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Sweet Interruptions

Bradley "Rooster" Bradshaw X Reader

Summary: Rooster meets you, the owner of a local bakery, by chance encounter during a night out on the town with the Daggers. And by chance, I mean he's a little tipsy, you're closed, and Payback really needed those croissants.

Word Count: 3261

Warnings: No, besides me trying to write flirting with no experience. No beta.

Part 2

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The first day Rooster stumbles into your bakery, it is mostly an accident.

After one too many rounds at the Hard Deck, the Daggers decide it was a good idea to walk the town, explore since they didn’t have the chance last time. As they pass by your shop, a cute little corner bakery, adorned with soft yellows and greens, plants lining the shelves inside, (a ‘closed’ sign on the door), Payback decides he just can’t resist the stuffed croissants left in the showcase.

It’s quite shocking to have a grown man burst through your doors when you’re cleaning up.

You freeze, eyes wide, towel in hand as you were wiping down the counter. The man, dressed in a Navy uniform, stumbles towards your showcase and another man comes through your doors, chasing after him.

“Rooster! Rooster, look at these, they look so good,” the first man practically shouts.

You make eye contact with the second man, who’s tall and has the most silly, but somehow attractive mustache you’ve ever seen on a man. A blush rises to your cheeks when he glances you over and you can’t help but look away, heart leaping into your throat from how intensely his hazel eyes burn into you.

A smirk pulls at Rooster’s lips when you look down and fidget with the towel in your hands. You’re cute. Really cute. You’re wearing a cottagey little apron, with flour splashed on your cheeks, making your blush even more apparent. If he weren’t just a little tipsy, he would apologize and drag Payback out of there right away. But he is, and he’s getting better at this whole taking action thing.

“Sorry for the interruption, sweetheart-” Your face goes even darker, which makes his smirk pull a little wider, “-my friend just-”

“Rooster, we have to get some!” The first man grabs onto him, and the tall man, Rooster, laughs. It’s one of those full chest laughs, and you can’t help but notice how his eyes crinkle with amusement.

“She’s closed, man!”

“But-”

“He can have them,” you squeak softly, finally finding your voice.

Rooster glances at you, brow perking. You sound just as flustered as you look, but your voice is like a chime of bells to his ears. It suits you, he thinks warmly.

“I was um, I was going to throw them out anyway.” You duck your head and shuffle to the case, too aware of his eyes on you. You keep yourself busy by grabbing a bag and filling it with what’s left of your meat and cheese croissants, offering them quickly to the men.

“You’re too good to us, sweetheart.”

His fingers brush your skin as he gently takes the bag from you, and you take in a sharp breath, pulling away. Your heart is beating fast. Is it supposed to beat that fast? You look up at him again, only to see that his pleased smirk is back, and now your heart’s stopped. This can’t be healthy for you.

“The name’s Bradley, by the way,” he hums, and waits.

You nod, just staring at him with wide eyes, until his features curve with amusement and his eyes do that crinkle thing again. Your brow furrows, confusion twisting in your chest, before you realize what he’s waiting for.

“Oh! I’m (Y/n), my name’s (Y/n)!” You rush out and cringe, feeling silly and geez, you must be as red as a tomato. Especially with how his lips settle into a soft smile, one that is far too fond for a stranger.

“(Y/n), huh?” He lets your name roll off his lips, as if tasting it, and you can’t help but like the way it sounds, which doesn’t help with the whole blush situation. “That’s a beautiful name, but I think I still like sweetheart.”

“Well, that, that’s um, that’s okay, I guess,” you stutter, wishing for nothing more than to just disappear into the back because is he flirting with you? It sure feels like he’s flirting with you. And you have no clue how to respond.

Rooster, Bradley you correct yourself, laughs again, and begins dragging his friend back towards the door. You peek up at him, just one last time, and he dares to pause to send you a wink and there goes your heart again!

“Night, sweetheart. I’ll see you tomorrow!”

You give him a tiny wave, not knowing what else to do. The little bell over the door chimes as he joins his friends back outside. They all jump into chatter, and you watch curiously as the man grins and says something that makes the whole group whistle and holler. All eyes shift towards you, and this time you do skitter into the back. You press your back to the wall, blood roaring in your ears as the sound of their cheering fades away. It’s only when it’s completely quiet again that you release the breath you didn’t know you were holding.

And that’s when his words fully register.

I’ll see you tomorrow.

You cover your face, a ridiculously big smile pulling at your lips. You shouldn’t feel so excited. He might not even show up, considering he was definitely a little drunk, but what if he does? You hope he does. You really hope he does. Your heart might give up, but that’s okay. Maybe he could resuscitate you.

You slap your cheeks, laughing embarrassedly at your own thoughts. It’s like you’re in high school again! He’s just a guy. A very handsome Navy guy with a stupidly charming attitude and gorgeous eyes…oh boy.

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The second time Bradley comes into your bakery, it’s exactly the next day, just like he said.

The door chimes as you duck down to fill the case with your fresh-baked coffee cake, so you don’t see the customer when you offer your normal greeting, “Hello! Welcome to Flying Delights, how can I help y-”

All your words escape you when you stand back up and find Bradley standing on the other side of the case, looking so put together, and charming, and smiling right at you. 

“Morning, sweetheart.” His voice is soft, with just enough of a rough edge to give away how early it is.

“I um, I didn’t actually uh, think you’d come,” you stutter, brushing your already flour coated hands on your apron. His eyes flicker down, and you blush, feeling just a little silly in the frilly apron. “They seemed like a good, good idea, for the um, the aesthetics,” you try to explain, but blush when he just smiles amusedly, “You didn’t need to know that.”

“I definitely think they were a good idea,” he hums, and you really wish you could cover your face to hide from the way his eyes trail back up to meet yours, “Though you’d look just as cute without it.”

“What can I get you?” You squeak, setting your gaze stubbornly on the showcase, as if that will stop your face from going up in flames.

Rooster chuckles softly, the spark of something fond starting in his chest as he watches you shuffle your feet, face positively red. He hasn’t had this much fun flirting with someone, ever. And you’re just as cute as he thought you were the night before, all doe eyes and a little short, especially compared to him. He could probably bench press you if he wanted, the idea of which makes his smile go even wider.

“I’ll take a dozen of those stuffed pastries,” he finally concedes, just when it looks like you’re about to dart into the back if he didn’t, “Payback raved about them all night, so I figured they must be amazing.”

“Payback?” You glance at him curiously, quickly going to the pastries when you find him still looking at you, his hazel eyes just a little squinted with mirth in a way that makes him look so young and so kis- Nope!

“That’s my friend who I pulled out of here last night, his call sign.”

Oh, that makes sense. They’re aviators. You’ve had a few of them come through here, though usually they disappear after a while. The thought makes you pause as you grab the fourth pastry, something heavy settling in your chest. Bradley will probably only be here for a little while too.

“Your um, your call name is Rooster?” You wager a soft guess, remembering the man calling him that several times the night before.

“You remember.” Something warm flushes through Bradley’s chest.

“Why Rooster?” 

You have never felt this driven to ask so many questions, but the curiosity over this man is consuming you. Maybe it’s the Hawaiin shirt, or the mustache, or how he seems to be placing his undivided attention on you, but you want to know more, even if it means you’ll get a fever from how warm you feel.

“Kind of an ode to my old man,” Bradley explains, voice going soft, and you stop to look at him, not shying away from the contact this time as you feel like you’ve hit on something very important. “His call sign was Goose, I thought I’d kind of carry it on.”

“That’s really sweet.”

Bradley smiles, though it’s notably sadder than the ones you’ve seen before. Before you can stop yourself, in a moment of bravery, you reach over the counter to touch his hand. Rooster looks down, heart squeezing when he notices just how small your hands look compared to his. He quickly adds it to the list of things he already likes about you.

“Anyways,” he coughs and practically shrugs off the weight that suddenly came over him, not wanting to drown the mood. “I hope these pastries are as good as Payback made them sound. I need a reason other than thinking you're adorable to keep coming by. I’ll find one regardless, but this would be a good one.”

And you’re blushing again. 

“Well, I uh, I really hope you like them,” you mumble and hold the box out to him.

Bradley brushes your hand as he takes the box, just like the night before, and you know it can’t be an accident. This time, his touch leaves behind little tingles on your fingertips and you curl them shut, hoping to hold on to the feeling.

“How much do I owe you, sweetheart?”

“Nothing if-” You take a deep breath, gathering every ounce of courage in your bones. “-if you promise to come back tomorrow and, and try my beignets. They’re um, they’re my favorites.”

Rooster’s eyes widen in surprise before settling into happy crescents, his smile soft, “You have a deal, (Y/n).”

Your heart races. “Yah?”

“I promise on my wings, sweetheart.”

“Then I guess, I guess I’ll see you tomorrow, Bradley.”

You offer him the most hesitant but breathtaking smile he’s ever seen before swiftly disappearing into the back. Bradley stays standing at the counter with the stupidest smile on his face as he looks down at the box in his hands. Distractedly popping his aviators on, he practically struts out of the bakery, carrying the box like a trophy. This trip was definitely a victory after all.

You watch him go from around the corner, face practically glowing.

You’re really, really looking forward to tomorrow now.

----

And he keeps his promise.

For the next week, you see Bradley practically every day, sometimes more than that. Every morning he comes in and orders a surplus of whatever you recommend, with a heaping load of flirting that leaves your head spinning the rest of the day. Sometimes he even comes in later in the evening, when things have slowed down, and you spend a couple minutes between customers sitting at a table, sipping coffee and sharing stories and laughing. He has this incredible ability to make you laugh and make each day feel like something new, like everything you’ve been looking for your whole life.

And now, Rooster shows up every morning with  boundless amounts of pastries for the Daggers, which doesn’t go unnoticed.

“So, do we get to meet this new little girlfriend of yours?” Hangman quips one day as he plucks a glazed donut from the box Rooster drops at the front of the class.

“Nope.” Rooster smiles smugly to himself. He likes the sound of that, them calling you his girlfriend.

“Oh come on! I just want to give my compliments to the chef.”

“You are never meeting her, Bagman,” he huffs with a laugh and slumps into his seat, “I don’t want any of you scaring her away.”

“Didn’t know you had a thing for the timid ones, Rooster,” Phoenix hums, though her focus is more on which donut she wants.

“She’s not timid, just…easily flustered.” He grins, remembering all the shades of red your face turns when he tries to flirt with you. Recently, you’ve even gotten him back a few times, though you can hardly get it out without turning into a flustered mess anyway. 

“I vote we go to this place and meet her without Rooster,” Fanboy calls, earning a scowl from the aviator, “Come on, we gotta make sure you’re good enough for her, cause I have my doubts.”

“Yah?” Rooster leans back in his seat and crosses his arms over his chest with an amused glint in his eyes, “What makes you say that?”

“Well, if her baking is all a reflection of her, she is waaaay out of your league, man.”

There’s a chorus of agreement, and Bradley honestly can’t argue, though he does think to give Fanboy a painful ribbing later. He knows you’re too good for him. He knows it with every fiber of his being when you smile at him. And yet, you save those smiles just for him.

“You guys are not allowed to meet her without me there,” he says finitely, shaking his head as Maverick comes marching into the room.

Safe to say, the Daggers hardly listen to anyone, given the opportunity.

----

They last a week before the curiosity becomes too much.

“Ummm, can I, can I help you?” You peer nervously over the case at the small group of uniform-dressed airmen and woman now standing in your bakery. You recognize them as Rooster’s friends, or the people he was with that night at least.

“You’re the baker, right?” One of the men, a taller guy with blond hair and a sketchy smile, asks.

“I, I guess?” You pat at your apron, not sure what to say or what to do.

“We just wanted to come meet the girl Rooster hasn’t stopped talking about,” the woman says and elbows the man in the side when he opens his mouth again. “Make sure he’s treating you right.”

“Oh.” Your cheeks go warm. “Um, Bradley, he, he talks about me?”

The one man you recognize, Payback, gives you a toothy grin, “It’s hard to get him to talk about anything else.”

“Oh.” You want to knock your head against the wall, unable to think of anything else to say. It’s like your brain has just stopped processing, leaving you to just flounder with this new information.

Rooster talks about you. He thinks about you outside of your playful encounters here in the safety of your bakery. A swarm of butterflies unleashes in your chest, your heart getting lost among them. That has to mean something, right?

“He was right, you get pretty flustered,” the short man comments, “And I was right too, you are way out of his league.”

“Huh?” You look at them, wide-eyed, face as dark as the cherry tarts you were stocking.

“There’s no way Bradshaw pulls someone like her,” the tall man chuckles.

“That’s not nice,” you frown, suddenly feeling the need to defend the man, especially since he’s not here, “Bradley’s been nothing but kind to me. He’s so sweet, and he’s funny, and han-handsome, and, and I really really like him!”

You freeze, covering your mouth. Looking up at the group, you find all of them smiling at you, all happy despite how mortified you feel. You just said that. You just said that in front of all of Bradley’s friends. Oh no. It’s not like you said love, but it feels like you might as well have. Now they’re going to tell him and he’ll think you’re crazy and then you won’t see him again. 

The door bell chimes.

“You guys never listen to me, do you?”

It’s like the red sea parting, the way the group all step aside to reveal Bradley standing at the door. Your eyes meet and you’re stuck. He’s not wearing his usual. Not the Hawaiian shirt. Not his uniform. Instead, Rooster is dressed in slacks and a dull, dark blue button-up, the sleeves rolled just high enough to show off his arms, which are crossed over his chest. He looks…hot. And you’re so happy you are still covering your mouth, because you’re pretty sure you’re drooling just a little bit.

“Looking spiffy there, Bradshaw,” the blond grins, unphased, “Dressed to impress?”

“Yup, but not for you,” Rooster drawls before tilting his chin at you, “I’m here for her."

“Well, we know when we’re unwanted,” Fanboy chuffs, and the group makes their way out around Rooster.

“Apparently you don’t,” Rooster calls after them, but the smile on his lips takes any bite out of his tone.

Once they’re gone, the aviator turns back to you. He saunters up to the counter, hands slipping into his pockets when he stops right across from you. You’re still staring. You can’t stop staring. And he notices, if the smirk on his face tells you anything.

“So, you really really like me, huh?”

For once, your pallor goes absolutely stark as all the blood drains from your face. He heard.

“Um, well, I just uh-” Not a single coherent thought passes from your lips, and with each passing moment, his smirk grows wider and wider.

“Hey, don’t worry, sweetheart-” He reaches over, thumb softly brushing your cheek and you immediately fall quiet. “I really really like you too.”

Oh, you’re going to melt. You’re going to melt right here, whether it be from his words, or his touch, or the warmth brimming in his eyes. All of it has your heart racing against your ribs, so loud he can probably hear it.

“So um, why, why are you here, tonight?” You ask in all but a whisper.

“Well, before those idiots showed up, I was going to ask you out on a date,” he hums.

“And now?” You perk up, hopeful and scared all at once.

“Now, I still want to take you out, but I think I want to kiss you first.”

There’s no fixing what that does to your heart, that’s for sure.

Rooster glances around, making sure there’s no one in the bakery before a mischievous glint takes over his eyes. You watch, brow furrowing as he props his hands on the counter, and suddenly, in a blink, the man is sliding over the counter and standing right next to you. So close, you can feel the warmth coming off his body. So close you can feel his warm breath on your face.

“What do you say, sweetheart?” He asks, fingers gently slipping around your waist as he leans down, nose practically touching yours. “Can I kiss you?”

It takes a second, but when you find your voice, you gasp out a soft, “Yes.”

And he does. His lips meet yours and he’s smiling and you’re smiling and it’s perfect.

---

Part 2

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[charliesgoodboy]

♠︎bill kaulitz(2010) x male reader(nsfw)

♠︎genre: smut

♠︎warning(s): public sex, cock warming(with ya mouth), bill whimpers, grinding?, stupid ass logic, obvious sub top bill, made up song that doesn't even have a name, i still can't spell tounge, no matter who you are though you won't be as close to bill as tom will be, i think i made the interviewer a lil too rude, oh shit i forgot jerking off, and cum swallowing..i think🧍🏾

♠︎a/n: for @gaybitchfx 😘 this aint finna get any notes or nothin but it's for my bookie cause he's a bill mf(i'm a tom and gustav lover😔)

what the fuck does he do.

he didn't know what to do, it was foggy on how it even happened in the first place. one moment it was a duo interview between the two of you and then to the people behind the camera you just 'disappeared' under the table that is.

"oh, he just had to run somewhere and couldn't make it sadly." is what bill had told them, you're in a band of course the interviewers would understand that you might even be under stress, or that someone else needed you.

who knew? sure the public would be bummed as the whole thing was about just the two of you anyway but it would pass as it always would if any other member wouldn't be able to make it.

but still this wouldn't even tend to happen at all so no one would ever be so sure. "so, first question." the interviewer behind the camera cleared her throat as yours was busy doing something else.

"would any songs of your bands be linked to just the two of you and (m/n)." hell, that didn't even sound like a question. she tapped the cards in her hands on the table waiting for bills response.

"well–" your tounge had made in contact with his shaft, bill taking a shakey sigh his fingers curling on the table trying to get the voice to answer.

"i would say one yes, our friendship is very close." well that kind of pissed you off. your mouth fully wrapped around at least the half of him. the bit of his tip poking the back of your throat, as your hand smacked bills leg to the ground when he had tried to cross it out of sensitivity.

he winced biting his lip, maintaining a straight enough face to wait for the next question. the interviewer quirked her eye brow a bit noticing something off but she continued. "right, well i'm sure since the two of you are close you should be able to answer this question for (m/n), correct?"

" 'course," he forced on a smile as your head started to move back and forth, your saliva coating his length your hands staying on his inner thighs, your fingers squeezing them from time to time.

"great. now, would you know if (m/n) would ever get a girlfriend?" the interviewer chuckled a little at her own question. i mean i guess the question was reasonable every party event the band would go to it was shown you would barely hook up with the girls,

you would mostly be with bill especially if the two of you were drunk off your asses, the clips would be worth the while watching after. you chuckled seeing a glimpse of bills eye brow raising in annoyance, as you moved your mouth off using one of your hands to stat jerking him off.

you watched in amusement as bill squirmed in his seat, trying to shrug off the interviewers question if he was doing alright. his hand snuck down to try and disguise it as an itch but he ended up squeezing your hair, making small amounts of eye contact.

oh his eyes..god those eyes, the small glimpse of the obvious please look on his face almost made you smile.

you muttered the most quiet 'alright' your mouth taking him in once more, bills other hand flying to his mouth a small whimper coming out, and his eyes squeezing shut.

"bill?" his finger nails scratched against the table, as his knee slowly tapped up and down a small knot forming in the pin of his stomach.

his arms crossed on the table as your mouth kept putting itself to work, speeding up a small bit smirking mentally as your eyes fluttered shut slowly feeling him to his release.

"y–yes..i just have a—" his body flinched forward as he took in a deep breath trying to keep his noise to a minimum, being able to cover it up as a painful groan.

all in all he came. right down your throat and you swallowed every bit of it the bitter sweet sticky liquid.

"a small stomach ache.."

i do and don't know how to feel about this i think did aighttttt @secretivemessenger @esthxio @reallyromealone / @rome-alone @vyloy @bloodyfennec @kitsune-yuhhh @lostsomewhereinthegarden and the gf question was never answered😞(i think)

#male reader #x male reader #male y/n #male reader insert #tokio hotel #tokio hotel x reader #tokio hotel x you #tokio hotel x male reader #tokio hotel smut #tokio hotel x male reader smut #bill kaulitz #bill kaulitz smut #bill kaulitz tokio hotel #bill kaulitz x male reader #bill kaulitz x male reader smut

[l0ves1ckf0ol]

NOT SO BAD | xavier thorpe x gn!reader

"rita wouldn't be wrong though."

this was requested by anon, but i accidentally posted it by accident ( a draft) but then i took down the post to write a new one (aka this one) enjoy (also theres some mentions of death so.)

"hey freak!" before xavier could even turn around and see who it was, he got shoved down to the brick floor, he would have tasted dirt if he didn't close his mouth. he sighed, standing up to look back at the jericho goons, "you think you could storm your way here? in our own homes? you're the one who makes drawings come to life right?" they flood xavier's head with taunting questions that he didn't even get to answer.

it was the dreaded day of the festival. he had a lot of stuff going on in his head, and he certainly did not want to have his fun with these normies. defeated, he continues to walk away, not wanting to deal with them right now. they kept on chasing him though, until he stops next to a certain someone.

"look will you guys just shut the fuck up and leave me alone, you won't even be eating real food right now if it weren't for our principal funding your stupid charities to a town that can't even appreciate the minority." xavier spat, fed up the dudes just looked stunned, he thought he'd shut them up but it wasn't quite the case. xavier turns around to see a normie, in which was glaring dread into their souls.

"scram." that they did.

once they scrambled away, xavier only stared at the person. they look towards xavier and sighed, "sorry. the welcome comittee isn't as welcoming as it is intended." they apologized. xavier hummed, as his eyes landed on the tray of bread samples you were selling by a bakery.

"hey, can i have one? long day." he asks and they nodded in response. he takes a piece of cheese bread and began to eat.

xavier begins to wonder why he hasn't seen you, in the previous trips to jericho. "you new here?" he asked "ancestors lived here for years, i just went insane and managed to run away. and by insane i meant that an outcast friend of mine was killed." you told him, xavier sighed "did you kill that friend?"

you laughed hysterically, he then grew concerned of your behavior. "no, no, i didn't. someone killed her, no one in this town would just admit it. it's kept on the down low since then." you replied gravely. "when was this?" he questions you, you could sense his own curiosity "she didn't even make it until school starts to actually go to your school, she stayed at home mostly, it was around june when she got killed."

xavier hummed, never hearing of such a thing. it really was well hidden, if not, the normie was lying.

"your name?" xavier looked at them and forced a smile "xavier." you nodded, "y/n."

"i'm visiting her later, well by later i mean 30 minutes from now, my shift ends from there. wanna meet up there?" xavier scoffed, "typical setting to beat an outcast up, huh?" you rolled your eyes, "look mr. trust issues, i know you're on edge and shit and it's more than fine if you wouldn't come. as much as i hate to say this, you're unattracting customers." you grit your teeth, facing the groups of people staring at the both of you. xavier then walks away, contemplating whether or not would he want to meet up a normie.

he looks back, seeing customers now swarning the normie with the tray of bread, seeing you smile and attend to them made his heart go soft for a moment.

at that moment, he swerved his direction to the cemetery instead of weathervane.

-

when he arrived, you were following right behind him. holding a plastic bag of chips and scented candles. "what are the chips for?" he asks you as you stomped on orange autumn leaves, on your way to your friend's grave, passing by mossy and old ones, xavier was still doubtful of his decision, the cemetery was inclosed and no one would even hear him scream for help. "rita hates flowers, she likes junk food and scented candles so i bought some." you told him as you finally slowed down to a less flithy gravestone. you set down a bag of lays chips on the stone and opened one for yourself, setting down the candles as well. xavier crossed his arms as he read the engravings:

rita lupin

born: 2006 died: 2021

it was glad to know that his possible normie friend wasn't an asshole after all. he has never been to a funeral before, let alone even visited a grave, this was his first time and he definitely didn't expect some smiles from you as you stare down at the grave.

"hey rita, this is xavier. he was going to be your classmate y'know? anyway what are you- a werewolf or.."

"i'm just telekinetic."

he did not expect a normie to be talking to a grave.

you looked at the sky, closing your eyes and smiled. "rita would find you cute." you chuckle, he raises an eyebrow, stifiling a giggle "wow, rita is nice." he mutters. you knelt down and grab a lighter from you back pocket and leaned the candles on the stone, lighting up each one "i mean rita is not wrong though" you wink at him and he rolls his eyes with a wry chuckle. now it was just plain silence, the wind brushing past them, leaves occasionally floating along with it.

"do you ever cry, whenever you... y'know, visit her?" he asked you. "who wouldn't? she's the best werewolf i met." you replied, now facing him ever since you both arrived here. "you've never visited a grave before?" you asked. he shook his head, "nope." you nod in response. "to relieve you right now, sorry for y'know whatever normies fo to you and your peers. i also actually never knew you all existed until.." you trail off. the silence grew louder, xavier raised an eyebrow.

"until?"

"until ol' rita here." you point towards her with a sigh. xavier examines you, you're glassy eyes and your longing gaze, you seemed genuine. he didn't know why would you invite an outcast like him to visit your dead friend, or why did he even agree.

xavier silently admits he was wrong about this normie. maybe they were the exception, they weren't that bad after all.

#wednesday x reader #xavier thorpe x reader #xavier thorpe x gn reader #gn reader #xu's fics #wednesday addams netflix #xavier thorpe #xavier thorpe fanfic

[ashintheairlikesnow]

Is He Safe?

CW: Captivity, creepy whumper. For @amonthofwhump Tropeathon Day 5: Covert Identity. (Jax, as always, used with permission and oversight from @comfy-whumpee)

Takes place during Jax’s first captivity.

The Motherfucking Gallaghers Masterlist

-

The ocean sounds like it’s breathing, a constant rhythm of water against the shore. Further down the way, groups of people laugh, throw beach balls, or otherwise enjoy the brilliant sunshine and growing warmth of the day.

Outside the floor-to-ceiling windows of one of the Marcoset vacation homes, the beach is perfectly empty. Private, and privately theirs. At a white table in a white kitchen, Savvie sits, one hand laid over his, watching her best friend speak to his father on the phone. 

Jax is allowed one phone call per week, with Savvie by his side of course. She’s written out a few ideas for him on what to talk about on a little piece of paper. 

If he asks about:

How you are: Great! 

Mention foods you have eaten recently that you like

Change the subject

What you’re doing: Hanging out with friends! 

You love traveling around with me

We have a goal of seeing all fifty states! You’re really looking forward to seeing Alaska

Where you are: Tell him we’re at the beach in Florida

Seashells

Walking by the ocean

Sunshine

Talk about that concert we went to

Ask him about himself as often as possible

I will end the call if he upsets you

They’re really… optional.

Just guidelines on how to keep the conversation nice and light. He doesn’t have to use them, if he doesn’t want to, although of course he wants to. Easier, that way, it must be so much easier than trying to come up with things to talk about all on his own, right? Besides, she’s been able to keep his collar off all week here, and she’d like to not have to put it back on before they even get back home. 

Taking him out to eat and to shops feels like regular, normal life - briefly, Savvie forgets her grief over the loss of her parents, which still sometimes appears in deep waves that knock her over and leave her lying in bed weeping for a day or two on end, Jax cleaning somewhere in the house while Savvie can’t even begin to know how to go check on him or see what he’s up to. 

It doesn’t matter. He’ll just be cleaning, anyway. Unless she forgets to let him out of his room, and then he’ll just be sitting on his bed, or staring at nothing. 

“We, uh-” Jax clears his throat, and it jerks Savvie out of her reverie. She shoots him an encouraging smile, and he answers it automatically before he looks away from her again, looking out at the sea where it laps against the shore. His arm shifts under her touch, and she watches with fascination as goosebumps rise. She rubs at them, watching with delight as he shivers. His voice trembles, but only a little. His dad probably can’t hear it. “We’re in Fl-Florida, right now. Spent last week at the beach, yeah. Picking-... seashells and shit like that.”

“You picked… seashells?” There’s a note of something Savvie can’t read in Jax’s dad’s voice - he sounds almost doubtful, although it’s honestly true. Not the Florida part, but they did spend the last week at the Marcoset family beachhouse in North Carolina. Close enough. In any case, Jax absolutely spent a couple hours yesterday picking up the seashells Savvie pointed out to him, putting them into a little bag to wash and take back home. She'd even found a little bit of rock washed smooth by saltwater in the shape of a heart.

“Uh, yeah, we-... my-... my friends are into it, I guess,” Jax says, and looks at her again. She nods, and smiles, and gives his hand a little squeeze of approval. He’s doing so well. “Honestly I m-mostly just… hang out.”

“Getting a tan, then, are you?”

“B-bit of one,” Jax responds. He’s pale as a ghost, he hardly ever goes outside. When they lay out on the beach, Savvie makes him wear SPF 100+ sunscreen that lathers on as thick as chalk paste. But… his dad doesn’t need to know that either.

“Well, that’s good, then. But, Jax… these... friends of yours that you're with…”

All the conversations happen on speakerphone, but Savvie stays quiet and neither of them mention to the soft-spoken Brit on the other end that she is there. Jax knows better.

His eyes close, briefly, and then he looks steadfast out at the ocean. “They’re nice, Dad. I t-told you.”

“Right, but-”

“How’s Mam?”

The subject change isn’t done well, but his dad goes with it, answering reluctantly and allowing himself to be led away from questioning Jax’s mysterious friends. The first few times he asked, Savvie reached over and hung up the phone, and then made sure Jax didn't call him for weeks on end.

Now, Jax makes sure the wrong kind of questions stop fast. 

She isn’t forcing him to. It's not like they aren’t friends, like they aren’t on a beach trip, like he isn’t having a great time. And he can still call his dad, of course. It’s not like… a threat, or anything. Just that Jax gets so worked up, and it’s better for him to just not talk to his dad at all for a while if it’s going to cause him so much pain and worry.

That doesn’t happen anymore. Jax cuts it off before it can.

Content, Savvie curls her fingers until the tips brush against his palm, and feels his muscles twitch in response. Savvie tells herself he’s squeezing back. They’re friends now. She tells him everything, and he’s such a good listener. They go on weekly coffee dates, just as friends of course, where he sits in the sun by the window, sipping black coffee and watching Savvie as she tells him about… anything. Everything. She’s gone on three dates during this monthlong beach vacay and told him all the dirty details the morning after each one, while they wait for breakfast to be delivered from the bakery down the road.

One man she'd even brought back to the beach house, and Jax had been there, an unobtrusive presence cleaning up after breakfast that her date hadn't even asked about.

All her thoughts and feelings spill out of her with Jax, and it’s amazing. She’d been feeling so alone when her parents died, and Jax has made sure she knows she’s never, ever going to be alone again. 

He’s been such a good friend to her. And she’s been such a good friend to him in return, giving him these trips out and days off his work cleaning her house, letting him speak to his dad as long as he doesn’t start telling him lies or anything like that. Letting him come out of the shell the training place had put him into, letting him be sober most of the time instead of drugged like her uncle keeps telling her he should be.

He’s such a good friend.

He’s so good.

They’re going to be best friends for their whole lives. 

She gives his hand another little squeeze and smiles. He echoes the expression, a half-second delayed, his attention torn between her and the voice coming through the phone.

“... -coming home any time soon?” His dad asks, a little hesitantly. He’s asked that before, and Savvie’s smile briefly fades away, her brows furrowing in distaste. 

He keeps asking. 

Jax’s eyes flicker to her, searching her face for what he’s supposed to say - this isn’t written on the paper in front of him. She’d figured the old dolt would stop asking by now. She gives a slight shake of her head. 

“N-not soon, Dad, no,” Jax answers, without looking away from Savvie. The sun warms the handsome lines of his face and sets those hazel eyes to sparkling. Honestly, you could get lost in eyes like that. If she ever meets a man she wants to marry, and lets Jax date once she has someone else to spend her time with, some girl is going to fall head over heels for him just because of those pretty eyes.

She ignores a twist of some faint ugly feeling, refusing to see it as jealousy. He and his girlfriend can both work for her, that would be fine. Isaac probably has some staff he could choose from, if he wants a girlfriend or a wife. Or maybe one of the other families would have someone. Savvie would have to approve, of course. He'd have to marry someone Savvie thought was good enough for him.

Maybe she should pick someone out for him, she'd know better than he does what he needs, anyway.

“We’d like to see you,” Alfie offers, voice soft, not judging or angry. “We all miss you. Your mam, too, and your sisters-”

“I-I know, Dad.” Jax swallows. There’s a pain in his face Savvie wants so badly to soothe, to hug right out of him. She squeezes his hand again, harder this time, and he jumps a little, as if shocked back into awareness. “Sorry. You… you know h-how it is in America.”

His dad hums, noncommittal. He probably doesn’t know anything about living here, really, and Savvie can’t blame him - she knows more about Russia than she does England, and one day Jax can go with her to visit Moscow and see the ballet…

The thought makes her smile, wistful and daydreaming already about how Jax will get to see so many new things, living with her. She’ll be as good a friend to him as he’s been to her and show him so, so much…

Jax’s shoulders relax just a little bit when he sees her expression back to pleased. He chances a look back at the phone, but of course there’s nothing there but the call screen, the number, the time ticking away in seconds and minutes until Savvie tells him to say his goodbyes for another week. 

“I’ll let you know if I-I can come sometime,” Jax says. His breathing isn’t quite as steady, now. He isn’t looking at her. 

She doesn’t like him as much when he isn’t looking at her.

“Jax, are you-... are you safe?” His father’s voice softens even further, hard to hear through the phone. “Is someone keeping you from having your own phone-... I don’t know, just. We miss you. You know if you ever need to talk-”

Savvie’s eyes narrow. She leans over and firmly presses her index finger down on the red button to end the call. 

Jax exhales in a rush, looking over at her with wide eyes that look oddly hurt. She pulls the phone back to herself and turns it off in case the stupid old man calls back. 

“Don’t look at me like that,” She snaps, her good mood dissipating now, dissolving as she thinks about the question.

Are you safe?

His hands are rough, calloused and with skin that cracks and peels from the harsh chemicals that he cleans her house with. There are circles under his pretty eyes because he doesn’t sleep very well. Savvie isn’t much of a cook and the two of them mostly live on delivery and whatever can be safely popped into an oven and ignored for a while. He has scars around his neck in a little circle, like an odd reddish necklace. 

Sometimes she has him sleep in her room and she holds him, feeling the careful rise and fall of his breathing beside her. She has given him new clothes to wear when they go out and takes off his collar so no one will realize that he’s just staff. She lets him call his stupid family when Savvie should be all the family he needs, and his dad has the gall to not even be grateful for it. 

Is he safe?

What kind of question is that?

“Miss Savvie-”

“Shut up.” Jax’s mouth snaps shut, and Savvie fights a prickle of guilt, trying to tell herself it isn’t what it seems like from the outside. “Honestly, how dare he? As if I would ever let any harm come to you. How dare he!”

She throws the phone. Jax flinches when it bounces off a wall and hits the ground with a crack, shoulders hunching in an attempt at self protection. 

“He, he’s just-... w-worried, Miss Savvie-” Jax is leans away from her when she stands. She ignores it - he’s her friend, he’s not scared of her, he’s just surprised by the phone being thrown, is all. They were nasty to him at that place where he learned how to work, and he just… doesn’t like sudden movements. 

That’s all.

He knows Savvie would never really hurt him, if he’s good. 

Savvie stalks over to the fallen phone and picks it up, rolling her eyes when she sees the screen is cracked now. “Not again. Ugh, Jax, your dad drives me crazy! Maybe I should take you to see him just so he’ll stop asking all the damn time about it!”

“If-... that’s what y-you want, Miss Savvie,” Jax answers, cautiously. Savvie hates this version of him the most, where he gets quiet and barely speaks. Hates even more that it’s her own anger that made him that way.

No.

It’s his dad asking stupid questions, that’s what did it. Not Savvie’s perfectly logical response to them. 

“He… he is just awful, isn’t he?” Savvie says, voice flat and angry, setting her broken phone down on the counter. She’ll have another one delivered today. “I don’t know how you can stand to even talk to him, Jax, he’s so… rude.”

Jax is silent, now. 

That rankles even more, that he doesn’t agree with her and he doesn’t argue. He just watches her, and she can feel the weight of his eyes and usually it just means he’s listening to her but right now she’s sure it means he’s judging her. 

“Right. Well, he’s clearly stressing you out.” She straightens her shoulders, taking in a deep breath. She makes her voice cheerful and relaxed, hoping her body will follow suit. “So. Here is what we’ll do. Until I think you’re okay to talk to him without getting so worked up, then we’ll take a break from the calls, huh? Doesn’t that sound like a good idea?”

He still doesn’t answer.

His answer is not required.

Honestly, she’d just get angrier if he did answer.

Is he safe. It circles around and around in her mind. She’s the best thing that ever happened to him. She was given a cowed, frightened, silent slave to clean her home and now he’s got his own room, his own things, he’s her very best friend. He goes everywhere she goes. She hardly even lets him out of her sight. 

Is he safe?

“Get your swimsuit on,” She says, turning away and pointing towards the stairs to the second floor, watching as he hesitantly gets to his feet, watching her still. “We’re going swimming.”

“M-Miss Savvie-”

“Not one word about it, Jax. You can talk to that nasty creep again when I am damn good and ready.” She finally looks back at him. "You don't belong to him, Jax. You don't owe him anything."

“Yes, Miss Savvie.” Whatever he must see in her eyes keeps him from trying to talk it out any further. Good. 

He heads for the stairs, and she falls in just behind, running her fingers over the cracks in her phone screen, her skin catching at the edge of one, just a little.

Is he safe?

He’s the safest he’s ever been.

As long as he doesn't care about anyone else more than he cares about her. 

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[cheesus-doodles]

Not sure if you’re still accepting birthday asks for Taiju, I’m late to my beefy boy’s big day! But I remembered the sketch of the Shiba home in the character book and how loaded they are even before Taiju becomes a restauranteur, not sure if it’s strictly Black Dragon money or Daddy Shiba raking it in for the kids he never sees…

But Yan!Taiju who essentially kidnaps you to live with him, it’s a weird hybrid fantasy of domesticity and training for the future because duh you are his one and only wife so naturally you should get started on perfectly your wifely duties. He loves coming home to you fumbling over yourself, house chores and dinner done. It’s a taste and sneak peek into the future he envisions with you. Yuzuha and Hakkai keep their mouths shut, partly because they know their words don’t mean anything but as twisted as it is, having you around is a benefit. Whether their brother is pretending they don’t exist, trying to show a better side to you, or because you genuinely calm him down they’re not sure, but your arrival has given them a rare and gracious peace. It wouldn’t be too bad having you as a big sis.

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Sorry bout deleting your original ask anon, but hope this answers your ask a lot better, it turned into an absolute essay...

Yes to this whole ask! First off, the Shibas being just rich is an understatement, I mean - their house?? Has a pool? IN TOKYO? From what I understand from the comments of this Reddit post on the Shibas (and by extent the TR character book), Daddy Shiba is just never at home, but the family is definitely very well to do.

To Taiju, you're his god given wife - he knew that right from when he first laid eyes on you, whether or not you agreed with him or not. Can't stop thinking about you day and night whenever the two of you are apart. Of course, you were all but already married to him in Taiju's mind - he just needs to know that you're safe and that you're looking forward to being his and that you're not cheating on him, which would no doubt be easy for you to if you're away and out of sight from him. So it's only natural that this boy helpfully remove any other options of accommodation you have so that you have to move in with him: couples as close and loving as the two of you are supposed to live together anyway right? Be it a staged break-and-enter to scare you out of your current house, intimidating your landlord into raise your rent unbearably high, before basically kidnapping you and forcing you to live with him in the Shiba residence.

The moment you move in, you live by his rules, which were mostly exclusive to you. You basically follow him around everywhere he went, and had to get his approval every time you wanted to leave his side. And there are instances that he has to let you go, as much as he didn't want you to. You still had to go to school after all to keep up your appearance, and Taiju had to admit that he does love to personally walk you to and fro school to show that you were his, not so much when he had to leave you alone to go to school himself. No phones are allowed while you were with him or at home, but you did have one when you had to go so that he could check in with you every hour (or honestly, every time this boy got worried if you were okay). And he went through your phone and all your messages after you got back to make sure that you weren't cheating on him (not that he think you would), or more importantly, that no one was trying to steal you away from him.

As his wife, or soon to be at least, your most important duty is learning to care for Taiju while he runs the Black Dragons, bring home the dough, and keeps you safe. The Shibas seem to have at least one housekeeper, seeing that there's a housekeeper room with two beds, so Taiju wouldn't make you do all the house chores, especially not those that seem way too vigorous for someone delicate like you - this boy doesn't want your hands to become rough and calloused like his. They should be soft and flawless, like yours now, like what he loves. Neither does he want you to be cleaning up after his siblings (you're going to be his wife after all), so most of your chores will be based around his room and his things. Washing and ironing his school and gang uniform, making the bed, feeding his fish, keeping his shelves dust-free, and of course, cooking a satisfying hot home-cook meal for him to come home to. For two. Siblings not invited.

You will also be sharing his room from now on, and sleeping in his bed with him. He'll get his gang to gather all your things - wait no, actually, he'll do it himself. Doesn't trust the rank and file to handle your stuff without making an absolute mess, let alone any of your personal belongings, plus this very religious boy will self-combust in a mix of shame and sin if you weren't there to pack your own..um..intimate clothes. Also gets a bigger bed for the two of you to share but will ask to cuddle with you every night because the sinfulness. Sometimes threatens to have you sleep downstairs, alone in the dark in the housekeeper's room when you do something he doesn't quite like, but have never goes through with the threat.

But no doubt you were resistant to the idea at first - unable to live with the idea that being tied to him was your destined future, your ideal future by his side. And you were certainly rebellious in Taiju's eyes at the start, defying his explicit orders for you be it on purpose or not. He tried to be nice and kind since you were such a fragile little thing next to him, and Taiju wants so bad for you to just return his endless love for you, to come home to you pampering him with kisses and cuddles and asking how his day had been. But you had to go against him. He was the man of the house, which meant that he had to put you in your place when you stepped out of line. You'll learn one way or the other, Taiju'll make sure of that.

With his huge stature and that dangerous aura that always seems to cloak him, it doesn't take much for Taiju to get you to start taking note of what he wants from you. Starts off with cornering you and raising his voice to intimidate you when you missed a spot of dust, and escalating to coercing and bullying you when you skip one of his must-do chores in favour of your homework and assignments that he couldn't care more about. And all the way to forcibly isolating you inside a closet and ignoring your cries and whimpers no matter how much it wretches his heart to teach you a lesson about ignoring him or trying to meet up with "friends" against his wishes. Always stops himself before he ever goes too far - you're his soft, soft wife after all, the angel in his life, the divine light of his world, he could never hurt you bad enough to leave a scar. Just wants to nudge you in the right direction at the early stage.

Starts to soften up as you slowly earn his trust and start to conform and become his perfect little wifey. When Taiju first started spiralling for you, he only ever allowed you to school and back, and only when accompanied by either him or his trusted Black Dragon lieutenants Koko and Inupi. No after school clubs, no detours to the store, no going anywhere except to school and home. But as the days go by, maybe Taiju'll relent and take you out for ice cream if he's in a good mood and you ask ever so sweetly. And perhaps you can sit in at the Black Dragon meetings where he doesn't raise his voice at all so that he doesn't scare you. And this boy definitely will stutter and melt if you stroked his hair and kissed his forehead. Okay he's totally soft for you whether you know it or not, but you'll never get him to admit it. Ever. He'll die before those words slip his lips.

Thinks you look cute in anything you wear and at every time of the day, but then that one night he came home and you looked so downright adorable in your little apron hurrying over to greet him with a hot dinner steaming from the table: the scene is instantly seared into his mind. Couldn't stop thinking about it for days afterwards - this boy walked into so many telephone poles and random fences multiple times a day whenever the thought pops up. Had to pray extra hard multiple times at church that Sunday for the extremely sinful and devious thoughts he had. You, of course, remained clueless and honestly a bit scared that he was mad when his face turned that shade of red, but in the end nothing happened so everything was alright. From then on he absolutely insists on having you greet him at the door when he comes home like a good Christian wife would (apron is a huge plus) - would be so upset and throw a fit if you were still instead caught up finishing your homework. Pouting and stomping around and refusing to go upstairs until you came down. Threatening to pull you out of school till you take his hand and peck him on the cheek, which calms him down straight away no matter how foul his mood might be.

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For Yuzuha and Hakkai parts, they 100% opt to keep their mouths shut about the questionable circumstances under which you ended up as a permanent resident of their house. Despite being heads over heels for you, never being able to wrench his thoughts off you, Taiju has never even breathed a word about you to them, though Yuzuha and Hakkai have definitely heard the rumors about the ruthless gang leader disappearing at odd times of the day and alternating coming back red-faced and soft, or more irritated and brutal. But they believed it was nothing more than just that - rumors. Not like they could ask Taiju about it anyway.

Right up till you came home with Taiju one day seemingly out of the blue that is. Before your arrival in their lives, the other two Shiba siblings believed that their oldest brother already lost his ability to smile or his ability to interact with literally anyone without it ending up as a beating. So the gentle, kind little smile he had pulling at his lips while holding your tiny hand in comparison almost scared the soul from Hakkai. Knew you had to be somewhere special to Taiju right from when they met you, with Taiju even outright forbidding you from shaking Hakkai's hand even though Yuzuha's was fine - they don't think they've seen Taiju being this protective ever. You brought about an air of peace that the siblings haven't had the chance to experience since their mother's passing, a tranquility where the three of them could actually live in relative harmony.

And despite Taiju's objections, you were good to them - cooking a portion for them whenever you could at the expense of yourself: stepping in when they got in trouble with Taiju, helping them with their school work, chores or whatever else they were stuck with, only to be left shaking in fear when Taiju confronts you about it. Basically being like a big sis to them. But in return, you earn the other Shiba siblings trust and loyalty, with Yuzuha and Hakkai taking care of you (mostly Yuzuha though, Taiju would wreck Hakkai if he even breathed wrong at you). Applying oilment to any bruises you might get from Taiju holding your arm too tightly, sneaking you your favourite snacks and tidbits when her older brother isn't watching, to anything that the blue-haired boy (remember, still not married) recoils from helping you with, Yuzuha would be instantly there to step in and help.

But she also takes advantage that you were a trump card against Taiju - subtly encouraging behaviour in you that she knew Taiju would like, teaching you how to cook his favourite dishes in just the right way, pulling you in whenever he starts to even remotely start malding. Don't get her wrong, Yuzuha really likes you a lot as a person, but you were just too kind, too naive and too useful not to play in her favour.

All in all, Taiju doesn't have to pretend to be a better person around you - your mere presence is usually enough to keep him calm and level-headed. From the moment you entered his life, you became his reason for living; he can't sleep, can't breathe without you there. No one, especially not Yuzuha or Hakkai, quite want to find out what the Taiju emerging on the other side would be like the moment his drug is cut off. And the Shiba siblings won't stop at anything to get you back to their big brother's side if it meant just another day of peace.

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[nycnomad]

So it was a couple of weeks into December when we decided that moving to Poland was probably too big a step for us. At the same time, I found out that my company would pay me $20k to move out of NYC, but I had to do it by December 31st. Obviously, we were like, “Should we move to Florida immediately?!”

I would get paid 15% less if we lived outside of NYC, but there’s no income tax in Florida, and the cost of living is of course much cheaper. Like, our condo in NYC costs about $1250/sqft, while our condos in Florida cost about $575/sqft. A cocktail in NYC is $16 at the very cheapest, while I can get a cocktail in our area of Florida for $10. Plus, whatever stock I get from my company while I live in NYC, the state will collect tax on it when I sell it even if I’m living in Florida at the time. It doesn’t make sense to earn money in NYC!

So we really, really started to talk about moving down to one of our Florida condos. We went out to dinner with J’s two best friends and told them what we were thinking, and I kind of thought they’d freak out, but they were actually like, “Good for you! Go live by the beach!” 

We talked to my cousin, who’s a realtor, about selling our NYC condo. How much we could get, if December is a terrible time to sell, if he would interview some NY real estate agents for us. We considered officially moving our address to Florida but hanging onto our condo until the spring when buyers are more motivated.

J told his parents what we were thinking, and I emailed a former boss of mine who recently moved from NJ to FL to ask what I would miss and if he regrets anything. I asked my current manager, who left San Francisco during the worst of COVID and bought a massive house in New Orleans, what to expect when moving from a huge city to the middle of nowhere. She said to expect a much better quality of life. 🙂

We were so serious about selling! But then J started having second thoughts. He’s lived in NYC most of his life, and he doesn’t feel comfortable around smalltown things like I do. Like, to me, there’s nothing more homey than a strip mall sushi bar with ample parking and all-white decor that stays white because 8.5 million people don’t live in the area. To J, it’s stifling.

He started thinking about how we’d never have any true friends in Florida, because everyone in our area is old and conservative. Our neighbors are all super nice, friendly for sure, but we’re just never going to be really close with people who are worried about trans people in their bathrooms or don’t think black lives matter. I, of course, said that any of our friends from back home will jump at the chance for a free stay at the beach whenever we offer. And that his parents would love to host us in NYC whenever we were willing to visit. 

I didn’t actually hate the idea of visiting NYC a few times a year and doing all of our favorite things. What fun to have a whirlwind week of lavish dinners and fancy drinks with our closest friends and maybe even do touristy things we never did while we lived there! 

But the final straw for J was that when we go on international trips, we always go on tours (mostly food tours, let’s be honest) where we meet people from all over the world. And there will always be someone in the group who’s lived in NYC or loves NYC, and I’m going to be honest, it feels like we usually get special attention because of it. And J said he just couldn’t imagine telling people that we’re from FLORIDA. 😂 It’s so funny, because he doesn’t usually like the limelight at all, and yet he apparently likes that a Berlin tour guide might take a shine to us! 

So to him, the $20k wasn’t worth it to have to say goodbye to New York RIGHT NOW, and I understand where he’s coming from. All this to say, I still officially live in NYC. But you can bet I’m enjoying the month and a half we’re in Florida this winter!

#apologies for this long story that went nowhere!

[elizabethplaid]

Tired after a long day - April 23, 2024

Woke to morning greetings around 7ish, then fell back asleep before 9. Had specifically set my alarm to 10:30. Snoozed a few times but did wake. But then, I was having anxiety shakes - specifically, the kind that are like my muscles seizing involuntarily, like doing stomach crunches. Did my best to breathe and talk myself through it. Sometime after noon, I was able to get out of bed. (Moscow helped a bit, too. I fought harder against the shaking, so I wouldn't squish her.)

Lots lots lots of talking myself through each step. I got through it all okay, but it felt so rough. More play-by-play commentary below the cut.

Took meds at home; got food at the gas station; was right on-time. Breakfast-lunch was decent, though not ideal: cinnamon bun-twist and a blueberry scone, plus a bottle of Dunkin iced coffee and my usual soda.

Put on this video of ADHD music (uses isochronic tones) as soon as I started up my computer. It's a strong but soothing rhythm, without being too harsh. Very good for regulating myself, setting a steady pace.

I had Since (my bear) and my Woolrich sweater with me, so I spent a lot of the day just hugging her and trying to resist doing stomach crunches. (It's very rare that I do those while not in bed, if I get them at all.)

The fluorescent lights were harsh on my eyes. After I was able to calm down, maybe after 2 hours-ish, I was okay to have my eyes open.

Managed some limited small-talk with some folks. LL-J is always easier to talk to, though she gave me space to calm myself. Nearly tripped on my laptop's power cord, as I got up to shelve some books, oops.

LL-J went home not long after 4, and I said I'd be good til closing (6pm). Well, I made it to just before 5pm, and my body said it wanted me to go home, like I said earlier. (I don't like being in the bathroom for a long time if there's no one else in the library/building.)

Got home and got settled. Had to lay down after, because I felt so unnerved and tired from earlier in the day. Texted a couple friends to tell them what happened. Said I was getting my "socialization quota" (paraphrased) by checking in with them, which is true.

I kinda wanted to "brag" about how well I weathered the anxiety, though I wasn't ready to post to tumblr yet. I'll be bragging again tomorrow in counseling. I scheduled -that- for a phone appointment even before I left the house! Woo! LL-J joked about giving me a gold star sticker for my accomplishments, but I really did feel good about weathering it all today. It's still tough to appreciate it when you're -right- in the middle of things, though.

So yeah, laid in bed for a couple hours, mostly reading alien romance novels. Finished one and started another (the 3rd and 4th in the series). I love how each book focuses on a different couple that is aboard this space ship. So they all know one another and interact with each other. The ML of the 4th book was a close friend of the FLs in the 2nd and 3rd books (sisters), and now we get to see him shine. Makes me feel all warm and fuzzy, that they're interconnected but not completely blood-related.

[I don't know if there's an over-arching title for the series, but it's by Nancey Cummings, on the Readict app. The titles are Paax (1), Kalen (2), Mylomon (3), and Vox (4). I think #5 goes back to Paax, and then there's 5 other dudes' stories. They're usually about 20-25 chapters. The stories are set in war, with the continuous themes of medical experiments, eugenics, and human-alien... *ahem* "relations". Vox is my fav so far, because he's an otaku for human culture and very friendly.]

#daily notes #picture of me #so tired i forgot to take out my nose ring when i got home

[eddyxftz]

ꕀ ᐝ 𖠳 theo james, cis man, he&him 𖠳 ᐝ ꕀ ‷ heads up ; if you hear MY LIFE by BILLY JOEL blaring, it’s most likely EDWARD FITZGERALD making their way down the shore ! they’re 36 years old and celebrate their birthday on 01/01 - i knew they were a CAPRICORN ! especially since they’re very CHARMING and IMPULSIVE. they are from PORT ST. LUCIE, FL, staying in DOWNTOWN and are currently working as a TOUR GUIDE, here at the cape. they always did remind me of long boozy boat rides, late night beach trips, and buying a round for the entire bar |||| tw: death

Stats

Full Name: Edward Alexander Thomas Fitzgerald

Nickname(s): Eddy, Fitz.

Age/Date Of Birth: Thirty Six/1st January

Gender/Pronouns: Cis Man, He/him

Height: 6''

Sexuality: Bisexul

Occupation: Tour Guide

Parents: Alexander & Maria Fitzgerald

Siblings: Alex(39), Margot(26), Phillip(21)

Personality:

Zodiac Sign: Capricorn

Positive Traits: Confident, Modest, Generous.

Negative Traits: Impulsive, Impatient, Argumentative.

Hobbies: Sailing, Drinking & Jogging.

Likes: Boats, Classic Movies, Breakfast Food, 70s Music.

Dislikes: Flying, Rude Customers, Show Offs, Loud People.

Biography:

Edward was born into a wealthy family. His father was the owner of one of the biggest publishing empires in America, a role that had been handed down in the Fitzgerald family for generations.

His family was rich but Edward had always had a very different relationship with money than them. He never made any insanely large purchases, and never told people about his wealth.

Edward always had a very strained relationship with the other members of his immediate family, especially his father. His dad was extremely boastful about his wealth and careless with money. Something that never sat right with Eddy.

Edward always had a much closer bond with his Grandfather, who seemed to have a similar mindset to Eddy, and often told him about how much he regretted spoiling Edward's father as a child.

He spent many summers with his grandparents, choosing to visit them rather than go on lavish holidays with his family.

Edward and his grandfather bonded over their shared love of sailing, and the two would spend hours on his grandad's yacht.

In high school he was popular, well liked by everybody around him, but he was constantly at war with himself about whether people liked him for him, or for how much money his family had.

Eddy went to college to study History, mostly to keep his parents off his back since he still had no clue what he wanted to do in life.

As soon as he graduated he moved to Florida to try and distance himself from his family name and his father's watchful eyes.

When he was around twenty four his grandfather gifted him with his old yacht as an early birthday present and to spite Edward's father who had always wanted it to sell.

Edward loved it and spent months fixing it up and repairing it until it was truly sea worthy again. After he had had some fun sailing around the coast and partying with a few close friends on it, he decided he'd put it to some use and began giving boat tours to local tourists.

A few months into his tour guide gid he met Chayce. Eddy had never been much of a relationship guy since he always struggle to trust people so easily, but Chayce was different. It started off as hook ups and developed into a relationship quite quickly. They dated for a few a year or two and everything was going great, until Eddy had to leave.

His grandfather had gotten sick so Eddy decided to go and take care of him, considering all that man had done for him. Him and Chayce tried to make it work long distance, but eventually Edward decided it was best to break things off.

It wasn't an easy decision for Edward and it did take it's toll, but he knew deep down it was the right choice to make.

After almost four years of caring for his grandfather he unfortunately passed away. Leaving almost his entire fortune exclusively to Edward.

Edward's family was not happy about this at all, especially his father but it was what Eddy's grandfather wanted and there was no way he'd disrespect his grandfather's wishes.

Eddy was practically shunned by his father not long after all of this, and though he had never had much of a relationship or a liking for the man, it did hurt a little how quickly his siblings and even his mother followed suit.

He decided to not dwell on it for too long though and sailed his grandfathers boat around the east coast until he ended up in Cape May.

He now gives guided boat tours to tourists based on a few quick facts he got from google, but it's really Eddy's charm and charisma that keep customers coming back for more.

Other Stuff/Random Shit:

Edward lives in an apartment in Downtown that he shares with Leon Amos. He could easily afford one of the pricier houses in Cape May but likes to keep his living arrangements more simple and modest, and he loves having a room mate.

He hasn't spoken to any of his family members since his grandfathers funeral, but often debates reaching out to his siblings though he's unsure he'd even get a response.

He's extremely generous and giving, especially when he's drunk and has been known to pay an entire bar's tab when he's in a good enough mood.

His music tastes is very 60's & 70's orientated. He loves anything Billy Joel, Presley or Fleetwood Mac related and is known for blasting music off of his boat late at night.

He doesn't just use his boat for tours, he sometimes rents it out to locals who just want a trip around the Cape and anybody who wants to party and doesn't mind paying the damage.

He isn't the greatest driver and has crashed the boat several times in the last couple of months, but will never let anybody else drive it, ever, no matter what.

tbc

Wanted Connections

Regular Customers

Ex(Hook Ups, Dates, FWB)

Best Friend

ANYTHING.

#cape.intro

[devourens]

I've been thinking about Foul Legacy quite a bit, and I think that the transformation changes more than just his physical body. I think that transforming into an abyssal creature like that changes how he processes the world, and how he thinks. Although he is still recognizable as Childe while transformed ( I mean, cmon, 👎), there is something distinctly otherworldly about some of his mannerisms.

Because, until Hoyo tells us otherwise, I am going to treat the transformation as some sort of Abyss species, specifically because of this right here. 'Foul Legacy' is a fighting style, and the transformation allows him to use it to its full extent.

So then, the FL Transformation is a result of Childe's time in the Abyss. The Abyss has made a mark on him, and he is able to turn into one of its own.

There has always been a degree of separation between Childe, and FL. He has viewed it as something he can transform into, and while this transformation does change him a bit, too, it's mostly been a tool. A technique.

Spending weeks in that form changed that. It broke down the barrier between him and what he had convinced himself was just a tool, a transformation. FL , and by extension the Abyss, is a part of him, and when that barrier crumbled, FL came flooding into his daily life.

The world just doesn't feel the same, like there's something more to it he's sensing that he can't name. His own thoughts feel off, they don't feel human. His remaining tethers to his humanity are slipping through his fingers. Before, he had to consciously attempt to transform into FL. Now, bits of the transformation poke through without him noticing. He accidentally finds himself with a mouth full of sharp teeth, or clawed hands, his voice will suddenly drop into an echoing growl.

His eyes didn't reflect any light before, but now they seem to suck it in. There's a deep, abyssal purple undertone to the blue that wasn't there before. On some days, if you look close you can see the pinpricks of stars in the darkest parts of his eyes. On the worst days, it spills out from his eyes, spiderwebbing under his skin like veins of night sky.

#✶ — › a better weapon than person / headcanon.

[scalamore]

Enemies to Lovers thoughts

Lately, I've been seeing people complain about how YM is one of those generic "enemy to lover" tropes in the sense that they can't get into it because "FL falls in love with the guy who murdered her". They think it's off-putting that out of ALL the guys in the world, she has to end up with that very same guy who caused her all that hurt and trauma. Everyone's entitled to their own opinion and all, but it got me thinking: Lari's hatred of TL1 Rupert is all in her head.

As we recall, TL1 Lari was so sheltered and ignorant, she had absolutely no idea. She thought Emperor Rupert had just randomly, in a fit of baseless rage, decided to kill her family and to set it as an example to other nobles. She was so ignorant, she resorted to using him as a scapegoat for everything that went wrong - murdering of the nobles, Louis dragging her family away etc, he had a terrible personality, he's out for blood, the reason for her rigged trial etc. He was the ENEMY.

But the thing is, is TL1 Rupert never caused her direct harm. Aside from pleasantries at the debutante, they never spoke again. She just saw him here and there from afar. But of course, Lari needed someone to blame to keep her sanity.

Within a few months of working under him at the palace, Lari already noticed some discrepancies: Rupert was a well-behaved kid. Even as he grew up, he was still well-behaved and minded his own business. He had some cruel tendencies, but that was justified in self defense mostly. Lari HATED how TL2 Rupert was so normal compared to the beast she painted in her mind. It took her a few years to accept that Rupert was different, especially learning about his past (Ch 60ish), but in the end she can't help but admit that TL1 and TL2 Rupert are different. She's also aware, that he usually only strikes back when he has to, and when it's justified to. He's reasonable, Around Ch 54 and 107ish, the mention of "Treason" is brought up, and Lari fully knows what that means: the highest punishment by execution of both close and extended family members. She thinks in that case, if the Arnbach and Ventibolt Houses do commit treason, then Rupert has the right to punish them fully per the law. She's aware of it. So when she's betrayed by House Belois and learns the truth: That in TL1, House Belois was rightfully executed by death for treason for 1) hiding a Royal and 2) treason against the throne. Of course, Rupert would enact punishment by the execution of the extended family members AND her, an immediate family member, even if she had no idea what was going on. That's literally the law: Execution of an entire familial line. OF COURSE he would do that to them - it's the law. He HAD to do it to set an example to others. The key is that they barely spoke more than a few sentences to each other the entire time. Unlike other stories where the FL and ML were married or knew each other for years, those FL felt BETRAYAL. Rupelali had no such relationship. Another way to put it is: A) An innocent noble girl found out that her father and brother committed treason, thus, the entire family is sentenced to execution, lands and wealth seized by the crown. She's only met the Emperor once. Of course she would hate the Emperor, but, some of that resentment should be at the family who dared to commit treason in the first place. Thus, I see no issue with it. :>

#your majesty please spare me this time #rupelali #manhwa #rofan #otome isekai

[lasseizlesbontempsrouler]

States pronouns and how they react when you ask. You don't have to do all of them, and you don't have to if you've already done it

AK - "uhm.. i don't know. he/him i guess" or "[fucking ignores you]" giggles he <3 AL - "those uh. them there boy ones yeah. uh roll tide?" he/him AR - ":stares at you with those eyes of his: why don't you guess" he/him, but he won't get pissed off if you use they/them AZ - "he/she." he says nothing further, just fades into the distance CA - "oh! he/him!! what about yours?" "[prns]" "oh! cool! you know i once had a friend who also used [prns]!" CO - "huh? oh. any i guess" CT - they/them or he/him but he doesn't directly tell you he shoves an index card in your face that says "he/they. stop asking" DE - "whatever you want i don't care" he genuinely doesn't care FL - "hehe uh ur mom" genderfluid arc. he never tells anyone, louisiana just knows. GA - "[snoring]" he/him + she/her but like. only if you're super close HI - "she/her and he/him" IA - "what? oh minnesota was talking about those" he/him ID - "they.. them?" IL - "???" he/him. chicago would spit on you (uses any prns) IN - ":] yes" mostly he/him, but likes other ones used from time to time KS - "JKNBI uh he/him i guess?" he was mid ranch bottle why did you interrupt him KY - "i don't know" doesn't know. use he/him for now LA - "they/he. mais, et tu sha?" i guess he knows french. also stfu nb (still he/him using) loui supremacy MA - "he" MD - "anything works hon, i'm not picky?" he's handing you an old bay can. all prns maryland ME - "i don't know." they/them MI - "[choking on vernors noises]" he/him or they/them, but never use both in the same sentence about him MN - "ope! he/him works just fine right now, don'tcha know! how about you?" genderfluid minnesota. MO - "wait what? uh he/him i think.." use they/them in case MS - "he/him please :] how about you?" MT - "[read 2:47]" they/he NC - "he/she. you?" ND - "uh sure whatever" literally uses any NE - "[n/a]" he/it NH - "[stares at you] he. he/him" NJ - "[probably punches you in the dick and slurs you]" he/him NM - ".. he/they" NV - "currently he/she check again later" genderfluid nevada drools NY - "[bites you]" he/xe OH - "uh" literally will use any pronouns prefers the he/it ones ngl OK - "okay and" he/him OR - "uh they/he? yours?" PA - ":/ he/him" RI - "[kicks your ankles] he/him. CAUSE I'M HIM ALRIGHT" SC - "the fuck is a pronounce" he/him SD - "deez nuts" they/them TN - "[guitar noises]" he/they TX - "i don't use those" he/him UT - "i don't believe in pronouns :]" he/him VA - "[stares at you like an owl]" she/he VT - "literally kys" they/them WA - "they/he or she. how about you huh?" WI - "[passed out]" any prns WV - "no" no prns OR they/them is you must WY - "why" he/him

#welcome to the table #welcome to the statehouse #wttsh #wttt #ben brainard

[apatchedupdoll]

Some doodles of the boys and stuff for the story Oh, Where Have You Been Brother? and the doodles got sum things you can guess might be for the next chapter.

I also have had thoughts of another story. A short little story that was inspired by darth-sonny mostly. But here's a little story!

"Mawy had a liddle lamb. Ids fl-fleeke was-"

"Fleece..."

"Fl-fleece. Ids fleece was whide as snow."

"White..."

"Wh-white?"

"Yea, you should really work on your t's."

Casey nodded before sticking his tongue out while staring at his book. "Why words hard?"

"Why 'are' words hard?" The creature spoke, going silent and waiting.

"Why a-are words hard?" Casey repeated.

"You're basically a whelp. Your kind has to learn a weak way." The Kraangified turtle grumbled.

Casey stared at the creature for a moment. It was grotesque, having flesh and eyes covering parts of its body. It was only recently that the turtlish form appeared.

"Look, whelp. Why are you still here?"

The boy tilted his head. "Huh...?"

There was an annoyed groan from the Kraangified turtle. "Why are you reading to me? Shouldn't you be doing whelp things in other places?"

Casey shuffled a bit before hiding his face with the book. The book was comically large for the six-year-old. "Uhm... I don'd know. Rafa saiys you is his brother... whid means you is unkle." Casey struggled through his words before slowly looking up from behind the book.

The turtle's face had come up with a look of disgust. "Sure. Used to be maybe. I will kill you the moment escape so, I don't think I am anymore."

Casey looked down at the book, deep down he knew it was true. The creature had tried to trick him into letting it out before, the result being his uncles scolding him and having to explain why it was so dangerous.

"But... id lonely here. Dark too."

There was a long silence from the creature. Casey looked up wondering if the creature had crawled back into hiding. Yet, it was still sitting there with the same bored expression on its face.

The turtle's mouth moved to speak but closed just as fast as it opened, then finally it was able to speak, "What's next in the book?"

Casey smiled before looking patting the page. His voice now starting with a chirp, "And eberywhere thad Mary wend-"

"went..."

"Eberywhere thad Mary went? The lamb was shur do go."

"To go... you're not doing your t's right."

"dee?"

"... just repeat after me..."

Casey sat watching the sunset. There was a smile across his face as he watched the resistance raise their flag. A hand would pat him on the shoulder as the owner sat beside him.

"So Case, how's the feeling of winning the biggest fight of your life?" The gruff voice came from the snapper.

Casey looked up at his uncle before looking back at the celebrating crowd. "It feels great."

"Don't celebrate too soon folks. We still need to exterminate the last remnants of the Kraang. We haven't won the war." Donnie's emotionless voice spoke just behind the two before a much older voice chimed in,

"Come on Donnie. We just won the biggest battle in the war. It's just rolling the boulder down the hill now." Mikey sat on the other side of Casey, a smile smeared across his face.

"Not unless Prime escapes. Which reminds me. We need to go check the box again."

"Can I come with you guys this time?" Casey quickly spoke before the others could respond, "I'm 16 now, I know I'll be okay. I want to be sure too!"

The turtles glanced looks at each other before the smaller turtles looked toward Raph.

"Sorry kiddo. I don't think-"

"You guys were 14 when you went out of the sewers! I can do this!"

The snapper sighed before shaking his head slowly. "It's too dangerous. That place is the heart of the Kraang, and if it's free we can't have you there. We need you to warn people if Donnie's signal goes off."

Casey was heartbroken before his face contorted to a glare. "You guys always do this! I fought Kraang by myself! I carried Donnie back to the base when I was 14! I held back-"

"Casey! I said no." The snapper looked sternly at the small boy. It made Casey drop his shoulders he couldn't come up with anything else to say. Once Rafa said no, it was no. "Just wait till you're older."

"Sure." Casey got up, pulling away from his uncles as he wandered off. This shouldn't get him down. He just finished the battle, he just won the battle. The war was almost won. He should go celebrate.

Casey hopped in a green jeep, swinging on the bar above the door to get in effortlessly. He leaned back and smiled at the purple turtle who rolled his eyes. "Show off."

The man snickered at his uncle's response. A much older turtle was helped into the jeep by a giant snapper. "Thanks, Raph."

"You sure you can come Mikey? We don't want you to break a hip." The giant snapper sounded concern, although already getting into the back as if knowing the answer.

"I'm fine. Remember what Donnie said?"

"I said you could take the serum in ten days. Not that you should come along on the 30-day trip!" The purple turtle would hiss loudly. A chuckle was only received which in turn got an eye roll.

Casey got comfortable as the jeep revved up. He looked out at the desolate landscape, it wasn't a horrible sight. It was being consumed by green grasses that had managed to sprout after so long. Now that he thought about it, he was about 23 when the plants started to come back. He never imagined such a green that could exist outside of his uncles. It only took two years for so much green to reclaim what was once lost.

The jeep began the journey, going so far that the green would eventually disappear. It would take a lot longer than two years to repair the world completely. They drove so long that Casey's eyes slowly started to drift closed.

Casey's eyes flung open as the screech of the kraang rang through his ears. Was it a dream? No. Donnie was screaming, Raph was hollering.

"Drive faster!"

"Can't drive faster than this dip-shit!"

"Language!"

"Not the time Raph!"

Casey's eyes flew as he tried to find the threat. He poked his head up from the jeep's top and was barely able to see the pack of hound kraangs behind them. Shit. Despite the kraang being repressed, there were still skirmishes of the creatures around. He looked down into his pockets and soon into the jeep's hidden spots to find something, anything to throw!

"Let me just-"

"Sit down Mikey! Remember what I said!? You strain yourself before the serum and you could die!" Donnie's voice was laced with venom, he didn't mean it to hurt but Casey knew it was the only way to keep Mikey from using the last of his life.

"Do we have anything to throw at them!?" Casey finally shouted.

"We have... we have... Oh! Look in th-" Donnie was cut off by a slam. The side of the jeep being slammed into by a huge creature. A huge kraang. Something Casey was told was once a cow. Something very much not hostile compared to this creature. The jeep was flipped and everything went black.

His eyes fluttered open to a blue sky. His lips were dry and his body ached. Everything hurt. After a few moments he finally pulled himself up and took in his surroundings. He was in a camp. His uncles must have built it. Casey tried to pull himself up before gritting with pain in his leg. He looked down seeing his leg black and blue. Was it broken? No, he was luck for that.

A shuffle caught Casey's attention. He reached for his hockey stick but found nothing. Fuck he needed a weapon. He reached for anything that could work, wood from the old campfire. It was better than nothing. He gripped the little piece of wood he had as he waited for what was to come. A wash of relief went over him as someone covered in garbs stumbled out into the open. They looked over to Casey and tilted their head. Casey hid the wood more behind himself as the person got closer. They were completely wrapped up, every inch of skin hidden from view.

"Are you okay...?" A raspy voice lurched from them. "Do you still have pain?"

Casey blinked for a moment. Okay, maybe this wasn't a threat.

Lang opened their eyes as something felt off. Their darkness was always the same, yet not now. Not in this very moment. They weren't sure why, but it just felt off. They'd never known anything but this darkness, so how could it be different? Then the sudden shift. Their body slammed against one of the darkness' boundaries. Suddenly a slam of something causes the darkness to shiver. There was something new. A new feeling than nothing. It didn't feel good.

Lang lay against their darkness and held onto it tight. They didn't want to let it go. They didn't want to let go of what they only knew. That's where they lay for a long time, then there was something new. They felt a new feeling on their leg. Their eyes slowly opened to see something new. They stared at this new thing, their body being happy to have this feeling against it. After a long time, Lang was able to leave the darkness. It hurt, but the new things felt nice and made something make them feel something they liked. They blinked their eyes from the pain, but their skin felt warm, their nose twitched and suddenly, they felt pain in their core. Something wet coming from their maw. Hunger.

Lang didn't even know what they'd done. Ripping apart something that made their tongue hate, yet their core love. They blinked before tilting their head at the thing before them. They'd never seen anything like it. What was it? What was around them? Lang would explore their new existence. Curious of everything, yet ready to go back to the darkness when it was just too much. The only thing Lang knew was that they were Lang, and the darkness was safe. But still, what was outside the darkness?

That's all! Sorry this is a late post, even by a few hours. I just wanted to make this all. I was very excited by the rush of inspiration. Very very happy. Hope y'all have a good day!

#rottmnt #rottmnt au #rottmnt fanart #rottmnt raph #rottmnt raphael #rottmnt donnie #rottmnt donatello #rottmnt separated au #rottmnt mikey #rottmnt michelangelo #rottmnt leonardo #rottmnt leo #sketches #doodles #ao3 #ao3 writer #april o'neil #tmnt 2018 #i love my tmnt boys #should i add more tags? #hehehehe #prime leo au #kraang #kraang leo #rottmnt casey jr #casey jr #future michelangelo #future mikey #future donnie #Fickle Redemption

[dingbingbats]

10 yrs later hcs bc i can <3

post-truthful (i care them) and it will also be obvious who my faves are. probably going to try alphabetical order. will make a sequel later with other characters

the kemonogami do have some influence over their forms while evolving, namely downsizing (ie, greymon is like 6ft rather than 15) and dulling claws/horns (also shellmon being light enough to not destroy any flooring) and all the partners are at adult stage pretty much constantly

aoi - has put those skills to use and has started a charity along with saki. it’s mostly centered on legislation and resources for helping people adapt to the whole monsters-are-normal-now thing - she mostly hangs back and focuses on the administration/organization part of the business - she still has issues with assertion but is way more confident, especially with dobremon at her side - social media is mostly sharing stuff from the official charity account and pictures of dobremon and her friends

kaito - he mostly just wants a quieter life with his boyfriend and sangloupmon - he doesn’t have like a job job. rather, he takes tips online and will intervene in any exploitative or just generally shady activity where kemonogami and their human partners are involved - he does indulge the aesthetic by tending to wear a trench coat. he claims it’s to help him hide his identity but it’s honestly bc takuma said it looked good on him and the deep pockets are nice - enough of the tips wind up just being kids wanting to show off and getting into fights. to try to fix the problem, he does start to organize more sports-adjacent, moderated fights between the kids’ partners so they can blow off steam without anybody getting hurt. (and beelzemon is a good partner in terms of ability to shoot down any projectiles that are close to coming astray) - pretty private. really only posts when bullied into it by somebody else up until the casual kids’ league starts and he posts a whole lot of pictures out of pride - a small scale tournament goes viral and the other (former) kids tease him over it - still not the best at communicating his feelings (still puts himself on the backburner generally) with pretty much everyone he’s close to but that’s what sangloupmon is for (as embarrassing as it may occasionally be)

minoru - runs a ranch for the adjusting kemonogami, both ones who want human partners but don’t know where to start and those who aren’t interested. he generally takes care of a lot of day to day functions, like feeding. diatrymon is the size of a large ostrich and a pretty practical partner as a way to get from one end of the ranch to another and to help out with transporting goods. also manages to command respect from most other kemonogami - ends up implementing kaito’s more structured fights, with the added security of varodurumon being able to heal as needed - a number of schools take field trips to the ranch for informational purposes and for kids to potentially find partners. kids love him since he’s still very high energy and keeps up with a lot of kids’ comics - yes he’s 24 and a public figure. no he won’t have a more professional social media presence. majority of his posts are shitpost blackout poetry of the others’ (ie, ryo’s “A lot of kemonogami tend to have behaviors like their plant/animal counterparts! My partner Flymon is a dedicated pollinator in the right seasons.” is turned into “  l  o                                     l          plan  anim         e     !           Fl     i   e                                s     s.”)

#digimon survive #digimon #digiposting

[teakoodrawz]

[ FL au hc stuffs ]

▶▶ Mark almost lacks physical affection. he sometimes gets touch-starved and really wanted to be held by his partners. so sometimes Sweet or Cap'n can give him that in private time. sometimes Sunny if she ever can sneak in.

▶▶ Mark purrs. and his partners loves to hear him purr. it was soft so it soothes them when he's contented or comforted

▶▶ Devil Mark likes to be taken to somewhere no one can see him or sunny. And sunny has the right place to be The location is still unknown but everything is all like bright white summer blossom spring theme and sunny mostly offers mark like having a tea party

▶▶ Mark never liked to drink tea before and always prefer dark coffee or wines. but when it comes to sunny, he can't say no so he accepted the offer and it wasn't so bad after all

▶▶ Mark is more close with Sweet or Sunny when it comes to relationships. of course he still loves Cap'n too. mostly he's just a bit hopeless romantic. but still trying his best to be close with them

▶▶ three Devils likes to eat Devil food cakes. there's no Angel one but Sunny or K_K can bring them some if they want to

▶▶ the devil trio has their own same large room and they sleep in the same large bed to fit enough three people there ❤

▶▶ Mark is often likes to sleep next to sweet in the same bed. tho Cap'n prefers to be in the middle and get small spooned by the two. ((not sure if that hell do even has a timezone. whatever. devils/angels and supernaturals also need rest and sleep))

▶▶ Mark probably owns a solo electric guitar and he rocks really good. They're all allowed to play music and do little slacks to tell jokes. and to maybe help anyone at the mansion

▶▶ Mark kept a single sunshine flower around him. and to maybe he holds it out and likes to think about Sunny. it almost helped him cope.

▶▶ Sweet and Cap'n defends Mark everytime he gets in trouble or accidentally screwed things up in front of his boss and Mark defending the two back. not letting them get hurt because of his troubles.

▶▶ Sweet is like the second closest partner to Mark. Which sometimes Cap'n and Sweet manages to help taking care of Mark if he can't even take care of himself. sometimes takes him back to their room when drunk or beat up

▶▶ mini Angel Cakes mostly gets to hide by hanging on those chandeliers carefully when sneaking in the mansion. almost the little mischievous silly. and they lurk on Sweet and Cap'n or even Mark. not until they noticed its presence and gets invited to their escapism with Sunny

▶▶ Mark and Sunny can interact each other through their dreams. that place or magic was gifted by the Dreamworld Code. so those two can always happily see each other and be close with each other. even for Sweet and Cap'n meeting K_K through their dreams too.

▶▶ Mark can use tons of witchcrafts stuff to have fun. he likes to collects books to try for new spells and the ones he's interested in. he sometimes accidentally get burned/exploded under the pentacle if he made a mistake

#[records] #[concept] #Forbidden Love AU

[claudiajcregg]

5, 10, and 18 ☺️

Not me having all the answers mostly written and losing it all because the laptop restarted automatically 😭

Thank you for asking! ♥️♥️♥️♥️

5. who do you feel most you around?

This question makes me have a whole existential crisis, lol. I'm probably overthinking it. I think it's those I'm close to. I am a reserved person but I don't feel as if I hide from others. I'd definitely say my brothers and my cousins (but the ones on my mom's side) because they've been there. And I'd also add my close college friends (I feel closest to two of them, and more with the one I met in FL this past year) and even some of my internet friends.

10. what’s something you’re excited for?

Nothing really comes to mind! Maybe because there is not any concert lined up yet, but there are lots of maybes. Among them, Dr. Swift maybe coming to Spain for her Eras tour (or me going to London, tbh), and maybe a trip down under if my dad has to go back there for work? Fandom-wise: Ted Lasso S3 has to be coming soon, right?

18. do you still love stuffed animals?

YES! I have most, if not all, my stuffed animals from when I was little. And from when I was not as little. Chances are, I have memories attached to them. I might also not get many but I love the Beanie babies/boos. Adorable.

Thank you for asking again ☺️♥️

#iamclystanieves #asks #ask games #thank you for asking!!! #I bet that 5 and 10 get different answers if you ask me at some different point (esp 5) #about me #soft asks to get to know people