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POOL PARTY (l.hs)

MDNI! MDNI! MDNI!

PAIRING: brother's best friend! Heeseung x fem! reader

WC: ~7.3k (whoops my bad)

CW/TW: older brother's best friend, smut (MDNI, 18+) , 1% angst, family problems, fluff, degrading + praise (receiving), oral (both), fingering (receiving), protected (BE SAFE), choking (receiving), spit, hickeys, hee calls reader a slut/whore like twice, public sex/outdoor sex, drinking, assault (if you squint), jealous heeseung, he kind of has a corruption kink and size kink (?), inexperienced reader, lmk if I missed anything!

SUMMARY: Blaring music, colorful lights, free alcohol, horny girls, cool water: pool parties were Lee Heeseung's favorite type of party. When you heard that your older brother, Jake, was throwing one in your back yard for Heeseung's birthday, you took your chance to have Heeseung finally notice you. Luckily for you, Heeseung knew your plan; and two can play that game.

FEATURING: Taehyun of TXT, enha (minus Niki and jungwon)

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Much like every college student, Lee Heeseung loved three things: money, alcohol, and pool parties. You recalled this as Heeseung and your brother walked into the living room shouting about how “awesome” their party will be, raving about your parents finally deciding to go out for the weekend. Heeseung stopped in the doorway upon seeing your figure curled onto the couch, watching Twilight for the thousandth time. 

“Hey, birthday boy,” you teased, your eyes leaving the television in front of you. Jake locked eyes with you before rolling his own.

“No, you can't go,” Jake replied, annoyance coating his tone. “This party is for cool people only," he swiped at a loose strand of his blonde hair as it fell over his face.

You sighed, putting a piece of popcorn into your mouth. “Then why are you going?” You joked back. Heeseung laughed lightly at your response.

He walked to where he could see the screen before turning to Jake. “I don't see why she can't come, it'll be here and all the guys will be here to make sure she's safe,” Heeseung reasoned. His arms rested against the top of the couch, leaning forward as he came closer to you.

Your head turned to face your brother’s best friend, eyeing how his newly silver hair complimented his tan skin. He wore a silver chain over his shirt, the metal dangling dangerously close to you.

Jake groaned, rolling his eyes again. “That's the problem, dude! Tons of guys will be drinking and looking at my baby sister like a piece of meat!” He shouted. “It's best if she just goes to her friend's house and stays far away that night.”

Jake angrily tapped his phone, sending a text to his friends.

You scoffed. “‘Baby sister’? Jake, I'm almost twenty years old.”

He ran a hand through his hair, aggravation evident on his face. “Twenty, twelve, same shit. My answer is final, you are not going to our party.”

You shrugged in response. “And if I happen to want to go for a swim in my own pool with Sunoo, then what?”

“I’ll inflate the kiddy pool for you two.”

You fiddled with the tiny black box in your hands nervously as Sunoo, your best friend, examined its contents. “Y/N, I'm not sure this is a good idea,” he sighed, placing the object back in the box.

Your shoulders fell as you put the box next to you. Sunoo came to sit next to you, running his hand over your back soothingly. “Maybe if you would tell me why this damn thing was ‘so cool’ I'd reconsider my opinion,” the blonde gestured towards you.

You held the silver sun-shaped pendant in your palm. “It's embarrassing,” you mumbled. 

“Then why are you giving it to hot boy Heeseung?”

You slapped your palm on top of Sunoo’s mouth, glancing towards your door in a panic. “Don't say that shit so loud, Sunoo!” He raised his arms in surrender before you spoke again. “I just… It's something between me and him, and I'm sure he'll understand the meaning.”

“Ooh, did you two fuck on the beach or something?” Sunoo bounced up and down, hitting his knees excitedly. “Tell me EVERYTHING!”

You laughed lightly. “No, that's not it,” you traced the outline of the metal Sun. “It’s much more meaningful and realistic than that.”

When you were sixteen, your family took a trip to the beach. You had just begun to bloom into womanhood, according to your mother. Jake had decided to bring his friend from school, Heeseung. 

Heeseung was possibly the most popular senior at your high school, your brother a close second to him. You had sat at the bottom of the food chain your entire freshman and sophomore year, until you’d come to school after spring break with a completely new look.

It was the last night of your trip, and you'd decided to go out to the shore one more time before going home. You made your way out in your tank top and shorts, the sandals on your feet crunchy with sand.

The sea greeted you with its soft crashes, the salty, sticky breeze hitting you slowly. You closed your eyes and relished in the tranquility.

Quietly, sniffles began to enter your ears. Your head snapped in their direction, seeing your brother's best friend still shirtless and in his swim trunks that he'd worn all day. He sat with his knees curled into his chest, his brown hair blown askew from the wind.

You walked over to him quietly, sitting next to him with your legs out and arms behind you. “Wanna talk about it?” You asked gently, your eyes never leaving the shore. 

He shook his head as it sat against his knees with another sniffle. You brought your hand up to run through his hair, a common gesture you did. Stopping mid-air, you watched as his shoulders shook with the force of his breathing.

Heeseung’s body visibly relaxed at the feeling of your fingers gently carding through his hair. “Whatever it is, it'll be okay. I'm here for you, if you need someone to talk to,” you comforted him in a light voice.

He couldn't get himself to pick his head up, too afraid to have anyone see him so disheveled. “It's- It's-” he stammered, hiccuping between words. 

You shushed him, whispering that it was okay and that he didn't need to force himself. He lifted his head up, watching the way you stared towards the open ocean as if it were the most interesting thing in the world.

He admired the way your hair fell over your shoulders, slightly wavy from the salt water. He watched a smile grace your cheeks, freckles and a slight tint from a sunburn being gently illuminated by the moonlight bouncing from the water. 

“It's my family,” he scratched out, his throat burning from his emotions. “They just, God, they're so shit. My parents fight all the fucking time, and then they expect me to clean up their messes when they throw shit and scare my little siblings. I come home half the time to one of my parents drunk as shit, high off their ass, or flipping their shit at one of the kids.”

He glanced at you, as if to ask if he could continue. You nodded slowly, your eyes giving him all of the reassurance he needed. “I don't want to go home,” he mumbled. “This week with your family has been the best week of my life. I'm not scared to walk out of my room or talk to you all, your family is so loving and easy to be with. I'm so thankful your family let me come and treated me like one of their own.”

Heeseung cracked out another choked sob. “I'm so tired of having to work my ass off to pay bills, and fix shit, and take care of my siblings in my parents’ place, and do good in school, and-”

Heeseung felt his body freeze at the feeling of your soft fingers wiping the tears from his cheeks. He leaned into your touch as you continued to hold his face, his eyes closing in comfort. “You don't have to keep this all to yourself, y'know,” you smiled down to him.

He lifted his eyes to yours, making your breath hitch. The delicate moonlight created a shadow over his face that only served to increase his attractiveness, despite his puffy eyes. His round, doe eyes had a white shine from the illuminated night above him, and you couldn't tell if the stars you were seeing lived in the sky or if they simply lived in his eyes.

“Heeseung,” you breathed out. “You'll always be part of our family.”

Heeseung wrapped his arms around your arms, his chin coming to sit on your shoulder. You let your hands hold his back soothingly, your palms running up and down as he breathed. He brought his face back, staring into your own eyes.

His breath reached your lips with each exhale. “Y/N, you're like a ray of sunshine, y'know?” He laughed, a perfect smile over his features.

“You sound cheesy,” you joked. “But if I can be a ray of sunshine for you when you need it, then I'll be your Sun.”

The two of you sat like that, the last words of your conversation hanging in the air. His face was so, so close to your own.

His eyes flicked down to your lips as he slowly leaned in. “Whenever I need it?” He asked, gauging your reaction.

“Anytime,” you breathed out, almost whispering.

His arms unraveled from your body, hands holding your chin and cheek softly. “What if I just want it?”

You closed the distance, pressing your lips against his, hoping to God that he'd reciprocate. His lips moved against your own slowly, never escalating the kiss beyond just that: a kiss. He pulled away after a few seconds, resting his forehead against your own. He laughed lightly, his shoulders bouncing with him. “Thank you, Y/N, for talking to me. I won't forget this.”

Sunoo sat with his jaw hung open as you finished recalling the story of your conversation with Heeseung. “So you two kissed?!” Sunoo all but yelled.

You jumped up and slammed your door shut, a threatening glare in your eyes. “Shut up!” You whisper-shouted. “The last thing I need is for Heeseung to hear you, or worse, Jake!”

Sunoo swooned in your bed overdramatically. “And you got him a sun pendant to remind him you're his Sunshine, oh my GOSH! So romantic!”

You put the box back onto your desk. “Not exactly,” you smiled. “Just… friendly.”

“Oh, shut up! You guys kissed all romantically, have you two been sneaking around?”

“Nothing ever happened after that, actually. We just went back to how it was before, with him being Jake's friend and me not being allowed to interact with Jake’s guy friends.”

Sunoo slammed his hands onto your mattress. “Okay, I see the problem. We have to kill Jake.”

Your eyes widened as Sunoo wordlessly slid his finger across his throat. His eyes were wide with exaggeration.

“Oh my God, Sunoo, no! We're not killing my brother!” You laughed, your large t-shirt falling over your gym shorts. 

Sunoo shrugged. “No fun,” he mumbled. He suddenly snapped his fingers as he got an idea, jumping off your bed and tearing through your closet. 

You ran over to him, catching clothes as he threw them behind himself. “Sunoo, what are you doing?!” You shouted, laughter tearing through your body.

He mumbled, “I know you've gotta be hiding your sexy clothes in here,” as he flipped your entire dresser drawer of swimwear upside down. He smiled devilishly, pulling out a white bikini. He held it over your body, his tongue poking from the side of his mouth as he squinted his eyes.

“Sunoo, what are you planning?”

“We're crashing that party, and you're crashing Heeseung,” he stated. He nodded once as he examined where the suit fell and exclaimed, “SEXALICIOUS!”

You giggled, the two of you falling into fashion show mode, trying on different clothes from your closet.

Heeseung stood outside your door, a blush on his cheeks. As he'd promised, he never forgot that night on the beach. In fact, he thought about it quite often. Hearing you laugh every time he came over, seeing you run around with Sunoo happily, the way you would innocently smile at him as if he wasn't thinking about how beautiful you were that night: it drove him crazy.

As time passed and you grew into the adult you are now, Heeseung began to think about how beautiful you would be in front of him, with his cock down your throat. He wanted to ruin the innocence behind your smile.

The day had finally come. It was Heeseung’s twenty-first birthday, the day that you and Sunoo had been planning for weeks. Your parents cooked a simple ramen for everyone, the cake being the main course. 

Of course, you'd helped decorate the cake. Your mother was only capable of making a sheet cake, so you helped her ice it with smiley faces everywhere and “HAPPY BIRTHDAY HEESEUNG” being drawn in the center. 

Heeseung watched as you placed the candles carefully, wanting all twenty-one to be even. He walked over to you as you placed the finishing candle, noticing you were alone.

Heeseung had been planning for this day. At least, he'd been planning since he overheard your plans. He was going to drive you to your absolute limit, and put your simple plan (which he knew would already be highly effective) to its fullest potential.

He smiled at the cake, glancing at you. “Thank you, Y/N. This looks delicious,” he commented. 

Your eyes shot around the room. “Watch out, Heeseung. Jake might froth at the mouth if he sees any of his friends talking to me tonight.”

“Well,” he swiped his finger into the icing, gathering a dollop of white on it, “we'll just have to be sneaky, then.” 

You turned to him, mouth open and ready to scold him for messing with the cake (and your head). He smirked, dragging his finger along his tongue slowly. You watched as the icing spread over it, his tongue flat against his finger. He quietly groaned at the flavor. “Fuck,” he practically moaned. 

“‘Fuck’?” You breathlessly whispered.

He looked at you, licking the rest off of his lips. “Tastes so good, Y/N,” he murmured with half-lidded eyes.

 Suddenly, his sweet eyes had opened back up as his smile reached his ears again. “Can't wait to eat it!” He cheerily harped before walking out of the room, leaving you in a state of confusion and with a puddle in your skirt.

“BITCH!” Sunoo shouted upon hearing of your interaction with Heeseung. He laughed loudly, his tropical shirt and black swim trunks complimenting the sunglasses he wore atop his head. “He is so flirting with you!”

You walked out of your closet, doing a dramatic twirl in your bikini. You had a pair of glasses on your head, matching Sunoo’s. He clapped and hooted while you did a few more moves, including the iconic Elle Woods “bend and snap”.

Sunoo scanned your figure, from your curled hair down to your painted toes. “Are you seriously wearing an anklet?” He asked as you stood.

You looked down at it. “Yeah, what's wrong with it? It matched the pendant I'm giving Heeseung, I thought it would be cute.”

“It is,” Sunoo nodded, “if you want to tell him you want it to dangle over his shoulder, that is.”

He looked up at you, expecting you to take it off. 

When you made no move to do so, his eyes widened as he began to shout. “Oh my God! You dirty whore, look at you growing up!”

He stood next to you, eyeing the both of you in your mirror before putting an arm over your shoulder. “We could pass as a cute couple, couldn't we?” He commented.

The two of you faked it for about two more seconds before bursting into laughter, Sunoo holding onto your shoulder to keep from falling.

As you heard the door to your house opening, followed by boisterous laughter and shouting, you knew that the party was starting. You and Sunoo walked down the stairs, your gift to Heeseung in your hands. 

Jake's friend, Sunghoon, whistled lowly as you walked into the room. “Damn, Jake, didn't know you had a girlfriend,” he commented.

Heeseung turned to you quickly, his eyes going wide and his cheeks turning red as he checked you out. If he had been trying to hide it, he did not do a good job of it. He shut his open mouth and blinked quickly before trying to get ahold of himself.

Jake looked at you in shock and disgust. “That's my sister, you douche!” Jake shouted. 

“Is she single?” Sunghoon asked flirtatiously.

Heeseung and Jake both shot a look at the boy. 

“Off limits.”

“Don't even try it.”

The two looked at each other after they spoke simultaneously, both shrugging and looking back at Sunghoon with glares.

You came up between Heeseung and Jake, eyeing Sunghoon up and down. “Actually, I am single,” you smiled. “I'll be at the party all night, if you wanted to hang,” you hoped your attempt at blatantly flirting would get to Heeseung.

From the way his jaw clenched, it did.

Your bubble was burst, however, by Jake’s hand on your wrist. “Oh, no. No, no, no. I told you, you are not invited,” Jake dragged you back to the stairs. “Whether you live here or not, you will stay in your room.”

You opened your mouth to protest, only for Heeseung to come up next to you and pluck the sunglasses off of your head. “Why do you have these anyways? You do realize it’s nighttime, right?” He asked, putting them in his own hair.

You rolled your eyes. “Can I at least give Heeseung his birthday gift?” 

Jake shook his head no as Heeseung nodded at you. He smiled tenderly, his hand settling on your shoulder. “I'll find you after the party's over so you can give it to me, yeah?”

You sighed, pretending to give in. “Alright, that works. If anyone needs me, I'll be in my room all night. All alone! The one right by the-”

“Alright, horndog, I'll be sure to relay the message that your brother will beat the shit out of anyone who tries to go, don't worry,” Jake began to push you up the stairs.

As Jake and Heeseung greeted more people, you watched the red solo cups fill outside your window. “Sun,” you called out, “do you think girls are gonna hit on Heeseung?”

“I think girls are going to flash him, too,” Sunoo deadpanned. You frowned at him, your makeup not being able to hide your worry. “Girls are going to throw themselves at a hot guy like him, but that guy out there was one of many who will be begging for your attention tonight.”

He walked over to you, rubbing your arms. “You are hot shit tonight, babe. If you want Heeseung to notice you, you've gotta flaunt it.”

After the two of you snuck back into the party, it took about five minutes before a guy offered to show you how to use a keg. Once you'd gotten that information, you were unstoppable.

You had about four cups of beer before deciding to take a break, the buzz making you dizzy. You let your feet dangle into the water of the pool, watching the way the water rippled under your feet.

The slight waves in your pool from people swimming reminded you of that night on the beach so many years ago. There was no way Heeseung remembered, you thought. You were probably just a kid to him, or a little sister. 

You looked up and took in the scene of your backyard. You’d seen it from your window many nights, but you’d never been immersed into it. Girls ran around with pool floats in skimpy swimsuits, guys targeted one another with water guns, your pool was decorated with LED lights and stray solo cups, and your brother was easily the life of the party. 

Currently, your dad’s expensive speaker setup for the pool was blaring “Beauty and a Beat” by Justin Beiber. You watched as a beach ball was tossed around the party, beer splashing onto the ground and water dripping down bodies.

You felt a leg brush against your own as someone sat next to you. A shirtless man with big eyes and an impressive physique sat next to you, his hair dripping with water. “You ever been to one of Jake’s parties?” The man asked.

You shook your head, “I’ve only ever heard of them, this is my first party.” The man watched as you took another chug of your drink.

He let his hand touch against the flush on your cheeks, smiling at you. “I can tell, you look bored as fuck. My name’s Taehyun.”

“Hi, Taehyun. I’m Y/N,” you smiled, holding your hand out for him to shake.

He looked at you with a confused smile, shaking your hand slowly. He then intertwined your fingers, his pink hair dripping water into your hand. His muscles flexed as he helped you stand with him, his pretty hand coming to steady you. “Say, do you want something a little better than beer? It tastes like shit, a pretty girl like you needs quality drinks."

You glanced at your cup, eying the amount of beer you had left. You chugged the rest, nodding as you swallowed. “Yeah, what the hell? I'm always up for a challenge.”

He cocked a brow. “Oh? I like that,” he held your hands as he led you to the drink table. 

You handed him your cup as he poured a mixture of clear liquid, lime, and frozen pink lemonade into a cup. “Try this. It's good, and it's not enough to fuck you up off one cup,” he smiled. 

You pushed the drink down your throat, your eyes widening as you swallowed. “Holy shit, Taehyun. This tastes like a fucking slushy.”

“I know, it's awesome,” he praised himself.

As you laughed, you felt a pair of eyes glaring at you. You hoped it wasn't Jake as you sound around.

Heeseung sat behind you, a girl sitting sideways on his lap. You watched as she ran her hand up and down his chisled abs, his hands behind his head. She whispered into his ear, a smirk crossing his lips, but you knew she didn't have his undivided attention at the moment.

His eyes were burning into you, and if looks could kill, the entire neighborhood would have gone up in flames. With a clenched jaw and raised eyebrows, he glared at you as if to say don't even try it. He stared at you so intently that you felt almost ashamed for talking to Taehyun.

You shook your head, snapping yourself out of your trance. “Taehyun, do you want to try a sip?”

He looked you up and down. “I mean, sure,” he stepped closer to you, wrapping his arm around your waist and pulling you close enough to have you pour the drink into his mouth yourself.

Your lips curved into a smile. “Flirting, huh?” You teased him.

He smiled back. “Is it working?”

You grabbed his chin, forcing his face closer to yours. “Only if you're looking to get laid tonight,” you said, sure that Heeseung was reading your lips.

You glanced at the boy, his jaw clenched again. He returned his focus to the girl on his lap, his hand gripping at her thigh. You watched as she turned to him, a gasp escaping her lips.

Taehyun smirked as he crashed his lips into yours, a much different kiss from the one you shared with Heeseung four years ago. His hand wove its way into your hair, his other hand holding your hip. He pushed your body against his, your back arching into him as you let out a moan.

He took the opportunity to insert his tongue into your mouth, clashing against your own. He sucked your tongue harshly, his lower hand gravitating towards your ass. You brushed your leg against Taehyun’s crotch, a low groan leaving his lips as he pulled away. “Maybe we should take this where we can't be seen by everyone, yeah?”

You nodded, Taehyun already starting to lead you to the side of your house. You watched as the two of you walked into the seclusion of the shadow cast by it, your heart racing.

Maybe, having seen Heeseung with the other girl and believing he doesn't want you the way you want him, you could move on.

Taehyun placed a hand on the wall of your house, your foreheads touching. “God, you're so hot,” he sighed, capturing your lips again. It was one filled with lust, with teeth clashing and lip biting.

You grabbed his hand and lifted it to your chest as he backed away and looked at you. “Are you sure?” He asked. “I don't want it to be the beer talking.”

You nodded, throwing your head back as he kneaded your boob over your swimsuit. He squeezed your mound in time with every jab of his tongue into your mouth, occasionally pinching your nipple through the material. You had all but cum from him just kissing and touching your chest when he was suddenly ripped away from you.

“Dude, what the fuck?!” Taehyun shouted, bracing himself as he hit the ground.

You watched as Heeseung didn't spare the man a glance, his attention entirely on you. His eyes raked over your figure mercilessly, making you feel small in your own yard. 

Taehyun looked between the two of you, confusion and anger evident on his face. “Tae, go back to the party. You don't want her,” Heeseung said in a low voice.

Taehyun scoffed. “And who are you to make decisions for her?” His arms came to cross in front of his chest.

“She's Jake’s little sister,” Heeseung turned his head to face the other. “He'll kill you.”

Taehyun cursed under his breath before running off, hoping your brother hadn't seen your show earlier. Your eyes followed him, wondering if he could’ve given you what you’d been hoping for.

You glared at Heeseung. “What the fuck is your problem, Hee? You can't just tell me what to do!” You pushed him back by his chest, your smaller hands barely moving him.

Heeseung’s eyes locked onto yours, his stare harder than anything you’d seen before. He stared at you like you were wrong for kissing Taehyun, wrong for kissing anyone else. His hair, which he used your sunglasses to push back after jumping into the pool, still dropped some water onto his neck and shoulders. You watched as a droplet fell down his collarbones, trailing down his chest and stomach, collecting in the waistband of his swim trunks.

You wanted to lick every bead of water off of his body.

His tongue peeked out of mouth to wet his lips, his teeth catching the bottom of the two as his eyes fell to where Taehyun had touched. 

His hands balled into fists as he fought his desires. He closed his eyes, groaning in anger. “Go to your room. Jake will never talk to either of us again if we do this.”

He turned to walk away, taking two steps before you spoke up. “Do fucking what, Hee? Instead of me falling for that fucking show you put on earlier with the cake, I decided to go and find someone who was actually into me. Nowhere does that involve you!”

Heeseung turned around. “You think I’m not into you? You don’t think I’ve been fighting myself to not kiss you all this time?” He raised his voice, the tension finally getting to him.

Suddenly, it was too hot outside. In the cool night air, your body temperatures began to rise to unseen numbers.

“I don’t know, Heeseung. You sure didn’t have to do much fighting if you’ve lasted four years.”

He slammed his hand against your head onto the wall, much harder than Taehyun had. Your faces were inches away from one another, you could smell the beer on his breath. “I see your pretty fucking lips in my dreams, Y/N. I’ve had to imagine your pretty little face and how it would look if you were choking on me for ages, and tonight, I have to watch you parade around with your ass out and your tits barely covered? Do you know how badly I wanted to rip these clothes off you when you walked down those stairs?”

You held your breath, his eyes glancing to your lips. “What makes you think I won't just walk away and go find someone else?” You asked. The two of you both knew you were bluffing, an empty threat that only served to make Heeseung angrier.

“If anyone’s fucking you tonight, it’s gonna be me.”

Heeseung looked into your eyes, how they were wide with anticipation for him. He looked down to your lips, admiring how they were already pouty and puffy for him, begging for him to kiss you right. “Fuck, you’re so beautiful,” he mumbled, pressing his lips to your own. 

You threw your arms over his shoulders, his hand holding the back of your head as he pushed your mouths impossibly close. His other hand slid down the curve of your hips, holding onto your leg and pulling it up to wrap around his hips. You moaned as you felt his hard-on press into you, Heeseung taking the opportunity to shove his tongue into your mouth. The two of you fought for dominance over the kiss, Heeseung winning and taking your lip between his teeth. He backed away, loving how you looked under him. “Go inside. I’ll excuse myself from the party and meet you in your room.”

You nodded, walking towards your front door to sneak back in. Heeseung jogged back around the house to find your brother. Jake was laughing with his friends, a girl sat on his leg as he played with her hair. “Yo, Heeseung!” He called out, obviously plastered. 

Heeseung walked to him, yawning. “Dude, I hate to say this, but I’m feeling super tired. Must’ve been all the swimming and all the beer, man.” Jake looked around the party, seeing how everyone else was still partying.

Jake put his cup onto the table behind him. “Do you want me to call off the party? It is your party, after all.”

Heeseung shook his head. “Nah, keep it going. I’m just gonna head inside and go to bed, but don’t stop the party. Keep it going as long as possible, actually.” Jake cocked a brow at him in confusion. “In my honor, y’know,” he added. Jake gave him a thumbs up, standing and shouting something incoherent, to which everyone else cheered.

Heeseung ran inside, practically flying up the stairs and to your room. He swung your door open, slamming it shut and smashing his lips onto your own again. He reached his hand behind your back to push the straps of your swimsuit off your shoulders, halting all movement when you pushed him off of you.

“Is something wrong?” He asked with worry.

You shook your head, grabbing the black box from your desk and handing it to him. “I wanted to give you this first. I think you’ll like it.”

He nodded, opening the box. “Is that for this?” He asked, holding his chain out. You nodded, helping him put the pendant on.

You sighed as you looked at it. “It’s supposed to be because-”

“Because I called you my ray of sunshine, I remember. I go to sleep thinking about that kiss,” he mumbled at the end.

 You pointed to your ankle. “I have the matching anklet. Figured it would look good over your shoulder.”

Heeseung looked up at you, the toothy grin on his lips contrasting the filthy words coming from them. “I know exactly what position I want you in first.”

He kissed you again, unclasping your top and pulling it off of you as he made his way down your jawline and neck. His fingertips fluttered down your arms gently, goosebumps appearing behind them. He bit along the bottom of your neck, leaving small bruises in his wake. You swallowed a moan, earning a harsh bite from him. “Let me hear your pretty voice, babe,” he whispered into your ear.

His hand slid to your boob, experimentally pinching your nipple with his thumb and index finger. You let out a quiet moan, melting into his touch.

He brought his other hand to your waist, his thumb rubbing circles onto the side of your stomach. He kissed his way down your chest, leaving hickeys all the way down to your free boob. You moaned as he licked your other nipple, the cold air hitting his saliva and making it perk. 

You let out a loud moan, hands flying to the top of his head as he sucked harshly and rolled your other nipple between his fingers. He pushed you against your bed, your legs falling over the side as your back lay on the edge. He continued to roll your nipple between his fingers as he kissed down the valley of your tits, down your stomach, and to the hem of your swimsuit bottoms. "Already so wet for me, why didn't you say you needed me, baby?" He smirked against your stomach, his fingers already curling underneath the material.

“You talked so much shit earlier, and now look at you. You can't even tell me how bad you want me to eat your fucking pussy,” he mused. “Tell me, am I the first?”

You felt his hot breath fan over your clothed core, your wetness showing through the white material. “Y- You’re the first,” you breathily said. Heeseung let out a low groan, a dark smile appearing.

He ripped the clothing down your legs, throwing them to the corner of your room. He looked down at your core, your lips glistening with your wetness. “Fuck, I’ve barely even touched you,” he let the sight and smell invade his senses. “So pretty, baby, so pretty for me. Almost like you were made to be my pretty whore.”

Your hole clenched around his words, the praise going straight to your stomach. He put his finger on your clit, rubbing slow circles over it before dragging it down to your hole and back up. He pulled his finger to his mouth, his eyes never leaving yours. Sucking your juices into his mouth, he closed his eyes and moaned. “Taste so good, might have to just eat you out until you’re begging for my cock.”

“Hee, please,” you whined.

“Please what, babe?” He cooed, the tip of his finger pushing into where you needed him most. “You think Taehyun could’ve made you needy like this? Think he could’ve had you whining for him like this?”

“N- No, Hee, only you,” you moaned as he pushed his finger all the way in, curling it to make your back arch.

He laughed cruelly at how sensitive you were, fanning his breath over your heat. He wanted to watch the way you squirmed over a singular finger, wanted to see the way you saw stars from him doing so little to you. He wanted to stay strong, palming himself over his shorts to the sound of you.

You moaned loudly, your legs twitching. Heeseung growled, his resolve shattering into pieces as he dragged the tip of his tongue up from your hole to your clit slowly, eyes rolling back in his head at the taste.

"Fuck, Y/N, you taste so amazing. Could eat you all day."

He latched his lips onto your folds, licking and sucking your slick until his nose and chin were shiny with it. He pumped his finger fast, a relentless pace building up. You felt a knot in your stomach building, his lips coming to latch around your clit and suck. “‘m close,” you mumbled, your head thrown back. 

He sloppily licked over your clit, bringing you closer and closer to the euphoria he’d been building you up to. He added a second finger, stretching you out and pushing you over the edge. You saw white and your ears rang as he swallowed as much of your juices as he could, the rest coating his chin and nose still. Once he was sure you’d come down from your high, he brought his lips to your own and kissed you, forcing you to taste yourself. It wasn’t as sweet as he made it out to be, but if he enjoyed it, you guess. 

“So good for me, you’re so, so good for me baby. My pretty baby, already all fucked out for me,” he commented, holding your jerking hips down. “Get on your knees.”

You obeyed, sliding to the floor on your weak legs, your eyes staring into his. He pulled his shorts off of his body, his hard dick slapping his stomach, leaving a string of precum attaching his tip to his lower abdomen. He looked at you expectantly. “Can’t expect me to teach you everything, not when you were gonna give another guy the same like I haven’t been waiting.”

You wrapped your hand around his member, the tip continuing to leak into your hand. Heeseung wasn’t monstrously thick, but he was long. His girth was what you’d consider average, if not a little above, but his length was longer than you’d imagined he could be. You used your thumb to spread his precum down the underside of his cock, bringing your head to lick up the trail you created from base to tip. He threw his head back, a pretty moan slipping past his lips as you put your lips around the tip and sucked. 

The tension in his shoulders released, his jaw going slack as you tried to fit him inside your mouth. He found it so cute how you tried your best, but so sexy that your proportions were so much smaller, that he had to fit himself in you.

You used your hands to stroke where you couldn’t reach, your head not going very far beyond his head. He moaned loudly as you used your tongue against his slit, his hand collecting your hair into a ponytail.  He thrusted into your mouth, his dick going down your throat and making you gag. “Shit, baby, are you okay?” He asked quickly.

You nodded, pulling yourself off of him. “I’ve never done this before, I’m sorry.”

“Don’t apologize,” he stroked the side of your face. “That makes this more fun. I can help, if you want.”

“Please.”

His cock twitched in your hands as he looked down at you, your eyes teary and your chin dripping with slobber. You were fully naked on the floor in front of him, your hair messy and your chest marked. And you looked so beautiful for him.

He moaned at the begging tone of your voice, the hand in your hair holding your head in place as he thrusted forward. He was holding back from going fast, you could tell. You gripped his thighs, your nails digging into them as you moaned around his dick. He sucked in a breath, pulling out of your mouth. “Shit,” he hissed, “I almost came doing that.”

He pulled you up by your hair, the pain making you drip down the inside of your thighs. You moaned loudly as he jerked your head around, littering your chest with more hickeys. “Trying so hard to be gentle with you, I promise. You’re just so perfect, want everyone to know you’re mine.”

“Hee, be rough. Wanna feel you,” you moaned into his kiss. 

His eyes squeezed shut, a low groan emerging from the back of his throat. “You’re gonna be the death of me.” He threw you onto your bed, climbing on between your legs and pinning your hands above your head with one hand. He kissed you roughly, his teeth grazing whatever skin they could.

His finger tapped the side of your lips. “Open,” he commanded. You opened your mouth, watching the glob of saliva fall from his lips. “Swallow.” You let the warm liquid travel down your throat as he said it. “Good girl,” he cooed in your ear sweetly, his stomach filling with warmth as he watched you. “Want everyone out there to hear how good you are for me. So bratty and talkative outside, and now you want my cock so bad you’ll do anything, isn’t that right?”

You nodded. “Want you s’ bad, Hee,” you whined as he rubbed his thumb against your clit. “Wanna feel you in me.”

You reached under your pillow, pulling a condom out and handing it to him. He ripped the package open with his teeth, sliding the rubber on easily. “Had it ready for me, you knew I’d be in you tonight, didn’t you? My pretty little slut,” he teased as he pressed the tip of his dick against your hole. 

He grabbed your legs, bringing them over his shoulders. True to your word, your anklet dangled next to his face as his matching necklace hung over your face. He pushed your legs closer to you, pressing you in on yourself as he slowly started to push in. “Stop teasing,” you stammered. “P- Push it in all the way.”

He threw his head forward, watching his cock disappear into you and bulge in your stomach. “S’ tight, s’ happy I got to fuck this pretty pussy. Can’t believe you almost let someone else see this when you know it’s all mine,” he spoke filthily over you.

He slowly began to thrust in and out, building up to a fast pace that had your bed creaking. His jaw hung open, shameless moans spilling from his mouth. His breath would catch in his throat, short gasps telling you he found this as pleasurable as you did. His hand wrapped around your neck, squeezing until you felt lightheaded. He brought you up by your neck to kiss you.

This kiss was much softer and slower than the others. He took his time savoring your lips and their pillowy feel, he committed the feeling of your tongue wrapping around his to memory. He let your head fall back down as he brought his head into your neck. You felt the familiar tightening in your stomach that you had before, his dick filling you up entirely. He moaned into your ear, words of praise falling from his delicate lips with each thrust. “‘S good, ‘s perfect, all mine,” he said. "Ngh, fuck, feels 's tight around me."

Your nails scratched down his back as he ruthlessly pounded into you, a loud moan escaping him as he felt the pain. You moaned his name louder the harder he pounded into you, only fueling his drive. He picked his head up, his eyes bearing into your own. “Tell me whose cock is making you feel this good, hm? Who’s making this tight little pussy cum so hard, hm? Is it anyone out there, or is it me?”

“You, ‘s all you, Heeseung. Don’t want anyone but you, Hee,” you moaned. You felt your orgasm coming quick the more he teased you. “I’m gonna cum, baby.”

Heeseung sucked hard against your neck. “Fuckin’ love when you call me that,” he groaned in your ear. “You’re my baby, all mine, I’m all yours,” he cooed. “Only this pretty pussy makes me feel this good, nobody else.”

You pulled Heeseung back down to you, “Shut up and kiss me, ‘m so close.”

“Fuck, me too,” he said, molding his lips to your own. His mouth caught your whines and moans as you came undone onto him, your cum coating his abdomen and thighs. Your hole spasmed around his cock as he fucked you through your orgasm, making him release into the condom.

He panted into your ear, his forehead against your own. The two of you sat in that position for a few minutes, catching your breaths and kissing one another. 

He slowly pulled out of you, tying the condom and tossing it into the trash can. He came back to lay on top of you, holding your waist as he did so. He pulled your blanket over you both, bringing you up to your pillows. “Jake’s gonna wonder where you are, Hee,” you ran your fingers through his hair.

“I don’t give a fuck,” he laughed, his hand intertwining with your free one. “Just had sex with the girl I’ve been in love with for four years, he can suck it up.”

You looked down at him. “You’re in love with me?”

He looked back up at you and nodded. “You couldn’t tell?”

“Heeseung, I was going to give up on you after tonight if nothing happened.”

“I was supposed to move on from you too, but I realized I didn’t give a fuck about Jake’s overprotectiveness.”

You laughed. “I don’t think he’ll be too mad. He does trust you with his life, after all,” you smiled while rubbing your thumb over his hand. He brought his head to lay on the pillow next to you, bringing your body closer to his. “So, what does this mean for us?”

Heeseung ran his hand down your side soothingly. “Well, Sunshine, even though I did it insanely out of order,” he laughed, “I’d like to take you out on actual dates and get your parents’ approval and all. Y’know, court you and shit. Treat you like someone I want to spend my life with.”

You smiled. “I’d like that, Hee.”

The two of you fell asleep like that. Needless to say, Jake was not pleased when he went to look for Heeseung in the morning. Your parents immediately gave him the seal of approval to date you, but Jake took much longer to come around. It wasn’t until Heeseung told him he wouldn’t ask you to be his girlfriend until he got Jake’s approval that Jake realized how stupid his friend was.

“You mean to tell me, you’ve been in love with my little sister since that vacation, but you’re waiting on something as stupid as my approval to ask her out?” Jake had asked one morning while the three of you ate breakfast together.

Heeseung nodded, pouring another bowl of cereal for himself. “Yep, pretty much,” he smiled.

“Dude, it’s been, like, a fucking month!” Jake exclaimed. “Why would you do that?”

“He wanted to wait for his best friend to be happy for him and the little sister,” you grumbled, morning crankiness being your worst enemy. Jake looked between the both of you, his eyes wide.

Heeseung’s smile didn’t quite reach his eyes like it usually did, his spoon aimlessly stirring his meal. “I want my best friend to not hate me for life if I date his little sister,” Heeseung corrected you.

Jake slammed his fist onto the counter, making you both jump. “Dude, I might beat your ass. Really,” he glared at Heeseung. “I can get over you two dating, but I won’t be able to get over you hurting her.”

“I would never-”

“That includes being an idiot and making her wait,” Jake interrupted Heeseung. “Ask the girl out-”

“Hello, ‘girl’ is right here,” you waved.

Jake held a hand in front of your face. “Ask the girl out, and make her happy.”

Heeseung pushed Jake’s hand out of your face, leaning over the counter. “Hey, girl,” he smiled. Jake rolled his eyes and walked out of the room, leaving his cereal on the counter. Heeseung grabbed your hand with his. “How happy would it make you if I took you out tonight?”

“Well, in my mind we’ve been dating for four years, so I’d be pretty happy,” you smiled as you put a spoonful of cereal in your mouth. 

“Well, girl, I’m excited to celebrate our imaginary four year anniversary when you become my girlfriend tonight."

NOTES: ohhh my gosshhhh this took so long to write 😭 never really written this much before, I'm scared it's repetitive or boring. I just listened to Beauty and a Beat and my mind was like "omg heeseung at a pool party yass"

Comments, likes, and reblogs are always appreciated, and my asks/requests are always open!

[doc-ravenbe]

Duskfolk Lalafell - an update to the original post

Awhile back I had made a lengthy post regarding Doc's particular clan of Lalafell but with stuff going on and some other players of FFXIV making beautiful pages for their tribes (Astel making an awesome Encyclopedia Eorzea style entry for some he and other made). So here is the updated Ven Tribe, now formally known as Duskfolk Lalafell

Duskfolk Lalafell – also known as the tribe of Ven or Desert Witch-Kings of Sagoli

                When Belah’dia was still a young city-state crawling out from the great flood of the Sixth Umbral Calamity, rumors persisted of foreboding cousins wandering at night in the Sagoli desert. Dark wizards who practiced the forbidden arts of Black Magic. The same feared magic that ended the War of the Magi with a great flood that covered Eorzea. They had many names, the garden keepers of Mhach, Witch-Kings of the Sagoli, but eventually became known as the Duskfolk lalafell.  The clan is noted for their nomadic lifestyle up the backs of domesticated adamantoise and a particular leaning towards thaumaturgy and some suspect the arts of a Black Mage. In the modern time, more members of the tribe have come to live in Ul’dah and other city-states, despite the stigma around their tribe.

Distribution: Thanalan - Sagoli Desert region, Gyr Abania (formerly)

Physical attributes:

                Due to the heat of the desert, the Duskfolk are more active at twilight and night hours. Their eyes covered with a nictating membrane like the Dunesfolk has an additional effect of gathering more light in low light and giving a night shine glow to their eyes when light is shown upon them.  Those Duskfolk that have moved into the cities are often seen with covered faces or glasses enhanced with magic to reduce light glare when they travel during the day. Skin tone ranges from pale to sun tanned depending on their role in the tribe. Their hair comes in many colors as well though darker hair color is more common. Heterochromia of the eyes is more common in some families of Duskfolk, where the difference in color ranges from unnoticeable color differences to outright different colors. 

Culture:

Every member of this clan has Ven in their names, though unlike the sultanate of the Ul’dah or lost Sil’deh, this name does not designate royalty. Though the moniker of “Witch-King” has been used disparagingly by those more fearful of myths and rumors of the Duskfolk, the tribe is matriarchical in leadership, being sought out for advice and wisdom on matters. As nomads, they have established great trade cooperations in the Sagoli in their travel paths, Amal;’aa and the U Tribe of Miqo’te as well as other denizens of the desert.  Indeed, the sight of a Ven caravan of adamantoise approaching a settlement leads to joy and news in Sagoli. Eyes are important as well, and rumors persisted among other races of Eorzea that one eye of the Duskfolk can see the future or past. This unfortunately led to many Duskfolk fleeing Gyr Abania during the Mad King’s reign in Ala Mhigo as his soldiers committed slave raids are worse as their ruler became more paranoid of conspiracy.  With the end of the Garlemald occupations, some Duskfolk have considered returning to region though bitter memories remain.

[stupidlittlequeer]

Trans Tips #10!

List off parts of yourself that you DO like!

I always see "oh I don't like this or that, I don't pass for this reason or another" ect ect ect (Also I'm totally a hypocrit for this) BUT

MAKE A LIST OF THINGS YOU DO LIKE!!!

In the process of making my Pfp, I had to think about what my face and stuff looks like, that makes it look most like me out of all of these options

MAKE LISTS OF THINGS YOU LIKE ABOUT YOURSELF

I have a mutual, I can't remember who, but somebody said they also did voice training, and (as a singer) they could no longer reach higher pitch notes

ID BE SO EUPHORIC OF THAT FACT!!! THATS FUCKING AWESOME!!!

I can change a tire! I aired my tires and had to change one recently!!! IM STILL LIVING OFF OF THE EUPHORIA OF THAT!

This post is derailing rapidly, so I'll move on to the example part of my post!

My lovely PFP in question! I used a stardew valley pfp creator to make it. I've only played a tiny bit of stardew valley, but @wizzom showed it to me months ago, and now I'm using it for my profile!

I had to select different characteristics that matched my face, and it made me think objectively about myself,

As an artist, I had to pull myself apart by my tiny details instead of looking at the big picture. Overall, I don't pass, my features work together to look at little more fem, but each characteristic made me feel better about myself

My hair is blue! Not really a masculine or feminine thing, it just is (it's also very grown own, so you can see my very long dark roots, but whatever)

My hair is wavy, very similar to my Dad's, which already makes me feel good

My hair is very long! I have been cutting/shaving my hair for the better part of 4 years, all through high school, and I'm finally letting it grow out. I feel like there's a nice punk element to it, but also, if my femininity was highlighted with short hair, may my masculinity be defined by my long, luxurious, wavy hair

I have sun kisses on my cheeks, bridge of my nose, and shoulders from repeatedly burning and peeling. Now they're very faint freckles

I am white, but I'm not super pale. I tan very good and will be outside more when summer hits. This is the closest I could get to my skin tone

I have very thick, bushy eyebrows. My fiancé jokes about them being patchy and fucked up near the ends, and that they're just very bold and wildly thick

I have a big forehead, also like my dad!

I have more of a rounded nose (Fiance calls it a snub/snoobie nose) which i get more from my mom

I have very, very dark brown eyes to the point that in the shade, people often can't tell my pupil from my iris. It's only clear in direct sunlight

I have some eye bags, I work and overnight/revolving shift at work, and just naturally have a droopy, depressed, tired resting face

I don't have a beard (YET), but in my dream post, this is very similar to the beard I had. In my dream, my beard was my natural brown, but this pfp creator wouldn't let me change the facial hair color. (Low key love the look tho)

I do have a giant brown leather jacket that I wear constantly, he's scuffed and fucked up, I got him from a thrift store, but he has personality and I love him

I wear alot of horror t-shirts, mostly black with red accents, which is why the shirt is that color

Also, all of my shirts either have a wide neck or I've stretched the neck. I have ADHD and sensory issues and can not handle shit touching my throat. I WILL throw up (same with tags, I rip them off of everything I own/wear. I just can't)

The character creator wouldn't let me add piercings, but I have 3 facial piercings. My right eyebrow, septum, and tongue ring

I have a wider/boxier/chubbier face shape, with a soft jawline. I have convinced myself that that + my big forehead makes me look more masc

I like to joke that I have those soft masculine looks that girls are jealous of (male long lashes, boys soft kissable lips, guys with big butts, ect) just to help re-frame how I think about that stuff

I have a very broad back, I'm working out more to try and build muscle, but I'm happy for my wide back

I can go on but you get the point. Everything i try and reframe into being masculine. It can be difficult with dysphoria, but I continue to try!

Anyway, please message me! Put shit in my ask box! Comment! Add your own traits that you love! Please please please please please interact I WANNA SEE HOW YOU SEE YOURSELF

[mrs-luigi-vargas]

A Calm(ish) and Relatively Relaxing Time

Rating: General Audiences Characters: Bowser, Luigi, Daisy, Kamek Relationships: Bowser/Luigi Tags: Humor, Fluff, Minor Character(s)

Summary: Wherein Luigi and Bowser were watching their Baby Yoshi and they’d only taken their eyes off it for a second, they swear, where the heck did it go —? (Postlude to An Egg in a Trying Time) Word Count: 6,774 words

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Bowser and Luigi’s talk didn't go as horribly as Bowser had feared.

Well — it wasn't like it was going to go horribly in the first place; the two of them hadn't spent a non-zero amount of time holding hands in that plaza for nothing. But Bowser had made a complete fool of himself in the days prior, and he was still reeling from the scale of it. Talk about a major screw-up.

...Though maybe it wasn't that major of a screw-up, considering he’d still managed to charm Luigi despite it all. Heh.

Still, they’d both agreed there were better starts to a relationship than Bowser’s hindbrain going haywire, so a bit of a do-over was in order. They still had the rest of the vacation, after all, to hang out normally without any instincts or surprises getting in the way. Which was fair. Bowser welcomed the chance to redeem himself, even if his vague memories and Luigi’s assurances softened the necessity of that.

And in Bowser’s opinion, said hanging out was going great so far! Yesterday he’d met up with Luigi to hang out with the kid as promised, and it was then they'd gotten a chance to have their talk, and even walk around and grab lunch in what he wasn't going to dare call a date for fear of getting his hopes up too high. And sure, he’d had Mario glaring at him from afar the entire time, but that hadn't mattered because he’d honestly hardly imagined getting Greenie to smile at him this much outside of his wildest dreams but there he’d been, grinning just as much back. It had been a lot of fun!

And Luigi had evidently thought so, too, as today was more of the same; he’d wanted to check out some of the shopfronts in the center of town, so here they were, minding their Baby Yoshi as they walked down the street.

Bowser looked down at Luigi — brown curls bouncing with every step, Baby Yoshi cradled in his arms. Yep, it's been fun having Greenie metaphorically on his arm, especially as his gloriously grade-A self. The rest of this vacation was going to be awesome!

Sensing his stare, Luigi raised his head to meet it. “Whatcha thinkin’ about?” he asked, tilting his head curiously.

Bowser debated actually telling him the entirety of it. He decided not to. “You,” he instead smirked, and smugly delighted in the red of Luigi’s face. This was his new favorite thing, he was pretty sure.

Luigi’s gaze, averted in embarrassment, caught on an outdoor stall selling hats. He drifted over to it and the vendor cheerfully began giving him a sales pitch, showing him a bunch of hats to consider buying. Despite Luigi’s interest, the sheer number of options clearly had him overwhelmed; the vendor’s pushiness wasn't helping, either. Besides, none of the hats Luigi was being shown suited him to begin with — at least in Bowser’s opinion, anyway.

Bowser plucked a hat that did from a hook hanging above them; a tan, wide-brimmed sun hat he dropped on Luigi’s head. It covered Luigi’s eyes as it landed, and the end of the green ribbon tied around it fluttered under Luigi’s nose and caused him to scrunch it in a way cute enough to be borderline illegal. Good thing Bowser was a villain then, wasn't it?

To use both hands to adjust it, Luigi put the Baby Yoshi down on a nearby overturned box. As Luigi turned away, it sniffed. It stared off into the distance at something Luigi couldn't see because he was smiling shyly at himself in the mirror, at something Bowser couldn't see because he was busy staring at Luigi smiling shyly at himself in the mirror. The color of the hat actually matched his blouse now. Not bad, if Bowser did say so himself.

Luigi’s eyes flicked to the side, and all at once his smile faded to confusion. “Hey,” he said, staring at the empty box.

“Huh?” Bowser tore his eyes away from Luigi’s figure to focus on his face.

“Where’d...piccolino go?”

“Uh...” Bowser looked around. Oh. Good question. “You had it a second ago!”

“I...” Luigi, face paling, mentally retraced his steps. He searched the surrounding area, and Bowser did as well. Where did it go? It couldn't have gone far; they only weren't paying attention to it for a literal second!

Yet Luigi’s search radius kept widening. The patterned edge of Luigi’s skirt swished about his knees as he frantically spun every which way, calling for their piccolino.

“Greenie, wait —!” Bowser reached out a hand as if to grab Luigi, but he had long drifted out of reach. He whirled around to the vendor. “You! Where’d the kid go?”

The vendor gulped. “I — I don't know, I wasn't watching —”

“Whaddaya mean, you weren't watching?!” Oh, how Bowser wanted to punch this guy’s face in. But Luigi’s voice was getting farther and farther away. Bowser yelled in frustration, knocked one of the hat displays over, and chased after him before he lost both Luigi and the Baby Yoshi.

Bowser caught up relatively quickly, his larger strides winning out over Luigi’s unfocused wandering. Luigi’s panic, he understood; there was something in the back of Bowser’s brain that was also spinning off the rails about losing a kid of his, but he wrestled it down. Luigi was freaking out enough for the both of them as it was; he was already near tears. But tears and aimless wandering weren’t gonna help them find the kid.

And so, when Bowser finally reached Luigi he picked him up bodily off the ground with both hands. Luigi struggled, kicking his feet and hitting Bowser's wrists as if he could make Bowser let go with those tiny fists of his. “Put me down,” Luigi pouted, and Bowser was almost too distracted by the facial expression to acknowledge the request.

“Don't wanna.” Bowser shook Luigi lightly, as if to wipe his despair away like one of Junior’s old drawing toys. “Stop running around.”

Luigi’s face twisted. “Piccolino is lost,” he said. “Aren't you worried?”

“Yeah,” Bowser admitted. But this wasn't his first rodeo. Hell, he could hardly count the number of times Junior would up and disappear, even with half the castle watching him. That was just how kids were, sometimes. They always found him, though. And they’ll find their kid, too. “So screw your head back on, already.”

“It’s probably scared!”

“It’s probably hungry.”

Luigi scrunched his brows in thought. “...so...it’ll stay nearby, where all the food is,” he said slowly.

Bowser’s face broke into a proud grin. “Hey, there’s the brain I’d gotten a crush on!”

Luigi sputtered, blushed, and took a deep, calming breath. “Right.” He wiped his eyes. “We’ll find it.”

“Of course we will!” Bowser set Luigi down and adjusted his hat. “It's probably waiting somewhere obvious, eating its weight in who-knows-what by now!”

“Ha! It’s definitely got your appetite.”

“Mine? No way, it’s got yours for sure!”

They both couldn't help but chuckle, tension cut. But they needed to get back to business and make a game plan for finding their kid.

“Alright.” Bowser nodded resolutely. “You gotta ask around for the kid.”

“Me? Why not you?”

Bowser gestured to himself with a raised eyebrow, noting how naturally intimidating he was.

Luigi pursed his lips. “You look like a handsome yet concerned parent to me.”

“Just get to askin’,” Bowser grumbled, face hot.

Luigi got to asking, flagging down nearby passersby to ask if they’d seen a small, green Baby Yoshi around. Most of them were happy to help where they could, however despite Luigi doing most of the talking, Bowser standing at his five o’clock not quite keeping his own worry for their kid completely off his face ended up intimidating them out of giving many details.

Luigi glanced at Bowser after the nth try, one that had nudged them closer to finding their Baby Yoshi, but not by much. He beheld the results of the negative feedback loop of worry and the lack of leads and irritation that had spiraled Bowser’s mood down, down, down for all he tried to remain relatively composed, and his eyes trailed down to Bowser’s clenched fist by his side. Luigi extended his own hand. He hesitated. He reached out the rest of the way, and Bowser jolted at the touch of warmth to the back of his hand.

Amidst Luigi’s anxious expression, his eyes reflected Bowser’s assured words from earlier; to it, Bowser huffed, tentatively loosening his grip enough for Luigi to curl his fingers around one of Bowser’s own. Bowser adjusted his grip and carefully squeezed it, tension on his face chased away by the frenzied butterflies in his stomach crashing into each other about Luigi’s hand in his.

It was enough for the next person Luigi asked about the Baby Yoshi to give them more than a few breadcrumbs, pointing them toward the amusement park. “I hope it's alright...” Luigi worried as they drew closer to the wooden sign marking its entrance.

“It hasn't been that long,” Bowser replied, though he was still craning his neck every which way for any hint of their kid.

Suddenly, they heard a shout. “Yoo-hoo~!”

A blur of orange ran toward them. Luigi brightened upon seeing it. Daisy beamed back as she approached, but she slowed to a stop seeing Luigi and Bowser’s linked hands. She stared at them, and then at Luigi, brows raised.

Bowser could practically feel the self-conscious desire to tug his hand away radiating out from Luigi. But too bad for him, because Bowser didn't wanna let go! So he tightened his grip. Luigi sent him an apologetic glance Bowser didn't see in favor of glaring at Daisy challengingly. “Got a problem?” he growled.

Daisy met his glare unflinchingly, leaning forward. “Only if you're gonna treat him badly,” she threatened, “because if you break his heart...”

“Oh, save it.” Bowser rolled his eyes. “Peaches already gave the whole speech, and hers was way more intimidating than any crap you’ll say.”

“Hmph.” Daisy stood up straight. “That's fair. I don't think she and Mario would leave anything left of you for me to beat up, anyway.”

“Tch.”

“Daisy,” Luigi broke in before the conversation could escalate, “have you seen a Baby Yoshi around anywhere? We lost it.”

“‘We’?” Daisy did a double take. “You have a kid now?”

“No! Yes. Ah...” Luigi shook his head rapidly. “It doesn't matter. It's all alone; have you seen it?”

“Hm...” Daisy rifled through her memories. “Was it cute and little and green?”

“Yes!”

“I think I saw it earlier!”

“You did?”

“Yeah! It was trying to get into the amusement park, but got turned away. Argh,” she tugged at her hair. “It struck me as weird, but before I could do anything it’d vanished in the crowds! If I'd known it was yours, I would've...Sorry, Lu.”

“No, no, no, it's fine,” Luigi reassured her, tugging his hand from Bowser’s — to Bowser’s dismay — to flutter around her placatingly. “You didn't know! Did you see where it went, at least?”

Daisy nodded. “It was headed toward the beach, I’m pretty sure!”

Luigi smiled wanly. “Thanks,” he said, though he still looked troubled.

“Hey, don't worry” — Daisy smacked Luigi on the back in encouragement; he almost fell forward, hat falling over his eyes — “you’ll find it! The island’s only so big!”

“But it's so small...”

Daisy put a comforting hand on Luigi’s shoulder and jostled it. Bowser’s mood soured the longer it rested there.

“Which is why we should leave and go to the beach now,” he said crossly.

“Oh, hey, maybe I can come with you guys to help with the search!” Daisy bounced on her heels. “Six eyes are better than four, right?”

“No,” Bowser said, in a way that had Luigi frowning at him. He tried again. “You should stay here just in case it wanders back.”

Daisy laughed. “That's quite the sensible idea from you!”

Bowser grumbled. Luigi sent Daisy an exasperated look.

“You can count on me,” she continued regardless, clasping Luigi’s hand in a handshake. “Who knows? I’ll bet I’ll even find it first!”

Bowser scoffed, turning to leave for the beach. Daisy tugged Luigi back for a few extra words; Bowser side-eyed them as she whispered something to Luigi, elbowing him with a wink. Luigi rubbed his side with a blush on his cheeks. Bowser resisted the urge to march over and drag him away from her.

Luigi jogged over to him before long, though, and he matched Bowser’s frown with one of his own. “Is something wrong?”

“No,” Bowser replied mulishly. “Forget about it.” He stomped towards the beach. Luigi fell into step next to him, concern and contemplation on his face.

As the two of them sped into a run, Bowser took Luigi’s hand in his own. “So you don't slow us down,” was the reason he gave, face averted and cheeks red.

Luigi’s face softened as he adjusted his grip and squeezed. After all, even in sandals, Luigi was still the faster runner of the two of them.

---

Bowser and Luigi stopped short at the edge of the beach, heads turning every which way to see if they could spot their Baby Yoshi. They didn't, but Luigi did spot Peach’s beach umbrella in the distance. He ran ahead to it, Bowser following close behind.

Under the umbrella, Peach was sitting crouched over a Mario buried in a mound of sand. Deep in concentration, she was using the edge of a seashell to trace designs in said sand to make it look like a dress of scales. Her focus broke at Bowser’s laughter. “Shh!” she hissed, mischief warring with the scolding frown she sent his way. “He’ll never stay still long enough to finish if he wakes up!” Her gaze turned toward Luigi, as Bowser quieted himself. “Luigi!” she greeted him. “How’s your date going?”

Bowser's laughter caught in his throat. “Uh,” they both stuttered, glancing between each other and back again. Luigi pulled his hat over his face. “It’s not a date,” they tried to insist.

“Sure,” Peach smirked. “Though...” She examined the worried lines on their faces. “Something’s gone wrong, hasn’t it?”

“We were watching the kid and it up and went missing on us,” Bowser informed her. “Daisy said she saw it heading this way; you seen it?”

“No, I haven't!” Peach gasped. “But I can start looking. I suppose I'll have to wake Mario up after all. “

Just then, Bowser Junior ran up to them. “I found some!” he cheered, and dumped a bucket of kelp onto Mario’s face.

“Change of plans, Junior.” Peach brushed some kelp off Mario’s forehead. “The Baby Yoshi’s gone missing, and we need to help Luigi and your dad search for it.”

“Oh.” Junior drooped. But he bounced back quickly, claiming that finding the Baby Yoshi would be easy. For all their sakes, Bowser hoped he was right.

The group agreed to split up; Peach, Junior, and Mario would search one half of the beach. while Luigi and Bowser would search the other. Their discussion roused Mario, who blinked owlishly at the predicament he found himself in. Luigi offered him a brief wave as Peach filled him in before he and Bowser hurried off for their part of the search.

Unfortunately, they hit the end of the beach with no sign of their kid. Hoping that the Baby Yoshi was on the other side of the beach, or that it had decided to continue onwards on its journey to stress its guardians out something fierce, they waited for a text message from Peach or Mario while they followed a nearby path that wound through trees and eventually split into two.

They found Mayor Pauline rummaging through her purse at the intersection, and she spared a moment to greet them. “Oh, you don't have whatever it was under your shirt anymore,” she remarked to Luigi.

“That was a Yoshi egg, actually, and it's a baby Yoshi now,” Luigi sheepishly explained. “A baby Yoshi that’s lost. Have you seen it?”

“No, I haven't.” Pauline frowned. “I’ll keep an eye out, though. I did see — Kamek, was it? — skulking about down that path over there.” She pointed to said path. “Maybe he had something to do with it?”

“What kind of assumption is that?” Bowser glared.

“I don't know!” Pauline crossed her arms defensively. “Mario mentioned once that he had something against the Yoshis! It was just a guess!”

Bowser sneered at her. Was Mario wrong? No, though it pained to admit. But still, Kamek knew better than to mess with one of his kids. But speaking of Kamek, he’d probably have a spell that could find the kid quickly, so maybe they should go find him. Bowser said as much to Luigi, who agreed.

“Before you go,” Pauline said, “Do you know where I can find Princess Peach? I’ve got something to...to give to her.”

Pauline tried to keep a straight face while giving her request, but the color on her cheeks betrayed her. It darkened at Luigi’s visible amusement. “She’s at the beach,” he told her. “She’ll be thrilled to see you!”

As Pauline stammered a thanks and hurried off, Luigi and Bowser continued on down the path she’d indicated. Along the way, Bowser couldn't help but wonder aloud why Pauline was acting weird about seeing Peach. When Luigi told him the reason, Bowser’s resulting cackling earned him a surprisingly strong shove for someone of Luigi’s size. It didn't put a dent in Bowser’s amused incredulity, though. At least he could say she had good taste, he supposed.

That amusement lasted until they got farther down the path and came across a tree. If it was a tree on the side of the road, it wouldn't be very remarkable, but this particular one was smack-dab in the middle of it, growing straight out of the cracked asphalt.

“Interesting urban planning decision,” Bowser remarked, examining it.

“I...don't think this was on purpose?” Luigi plucked a bright red fruit from a branch. “These trees aren't even native to the island!” He noticed more trees beyond this one, in a misshapen line stretching out down the path. “How’d they get here?”

Bowser peered over Luigi’s shoulder at the fruit. He reached over Luigi’s shoulder to pick another one off the ground. That one had a bite mark in it. A bite mark that, even after only two days, Bowser knew like the back of his hand.

They both stared at it. As one, they looked forward to the line of trees, each one having scattered half-eaten fruit at its base. They shared a glance. They sprinted down the path.

---

The trail of half-eaten fruit led them to a park. With the lack of any additional fruit trees in the vicinity, they searched for where to go next.

“I think I saw some fruit over — yikes!” Luigi ducked, and a frisbee whizzed through the space where his head just was.

“Watch it!” Bowser snarled at the group of kids who’d thrown it.

“Bowser,” Luigi admonished him, picking up the frisbee and throwing it back. The kids scattered as soon as they caught it.

“What?” Bowser said, completely unapologetic. Luigi had almost gotten hurt, after all! “What were you saying?” he asked, getting back on track.

Luigi sighed, but decided to let it go. “There’s some more fruit over there,” Luigi pointed to the new trail of it curving around the concrete path. They followed it until it veered into the grass and stopped in front of a curtain of foliage. Bowser parted the leaves and there was a path: dirt-floored, overgrown, seemingly rarely visited. Luigi ducked under Bowser’s arm to proceed onwards, and the curtain fell closed as Bowser followed.

Bowser had little trouble stepping on and over the branches and brambles and roots, inadvertently paving a way forward, but Luigi’s open-toed sandals forced him to slow down, and his cute skirt getting caught on low-resting branches wasn't helping either, even as he found himself in Bowser’s wake instead of in front of him like he’d started.

“You go on ahead,” Luigi told Bowser when he turned back in concern. His face was screwed in concentration with the effort to navigate the path, tongue poking out. “I’ll...catch up soon!”

Instead of doing that, Bowser watched Luigi struggle for a little bit longer, huffed fondly, closed the distance between them, and picked Luigi up to sit him on his shoulder. Luigi yelped in surprise.

“W-warn a guy first, will ya?!” Luigi exclaimed, one hand on his hat and the other gripping Bowser’s horn tightly. He was smiling, though, and Bowser playfully shrugged his shoulder to jostle him until he got comfortable enough for his grip to loosen.

Up this high, Luigi was clear of all that was giving him trouble moving before, so the two of them were free to continue on at a brisker pace. As thanks, Luigi patted Bowser on the head; Bowser acknowledged the touch with a nudge to Luigi’s side with his head that accidentally turned into more of a nuzzle. He thought he’d be able to get away with the slip-up, but given that Luigi carded a hand through Bowser’s hair right after, maybe he hadn’t been as subtle as he thought. And given that Luigi kept up the motion as they walked, maybe it didn't matter at all.

Regardless, onward they went, to hopefully either find their Baby Yoshi or find Kamek, for him to help them search for it.

---

The path opened up to a clearing that, in contrast to the path itself, was incredibly well-kept and peaceful as far as groves went. Near the middle of it, leaning against a large stone, was Kamek, working away at some crochet.

“Look alive, old man!” Bowser shouted, shocking Kamek into dropping his yarn. “You’ve got somethin’ to do for me!”

“Lord Bowser,” Kamek greeted him. “What fortunate timing. I believe I have something you can do for me. And that thing is retrieving what you’ve gone and lost.” He pointed his crochet hook towards a nearby pond, where near the edge walking towards them was —

“Piccolino!” Luigi leapt off Bowser’s shoulder, Bowser too slow to catch him. He landed, slipped, hit the ground, stumbled to his feet, and ran over to their kid. In those motions he lost a sandal, and Bowser bent to pick it up. He watched Luigi kneel on the ground, tearfully cradling and scolding their kid, and something in his chest settled.

“How’d you find it?” Bowser asked Kamek, as Luigi pressed his face into the crown of the kid’s head.

“It was just wandering around, without a care in the world.” Kamek rolled his eyes. “Honestly, were you so distracted to lose a single Baby Yoshi?”

“Well, yeah.” Bowser shrugged. “Just look at him.”

Kamek scoffed.

“Thank you so much, Kamek,” Luigi said, voice still thick with tears.

“Don't mention it,” Kamek replied. “Don't,” he said again as Luigi opened his mouth again. “Just get the brat on a leash, so I never have to do this again.”

Luigi sniffled. Kamek’s stern look melted away with a sigh, and he floated a handkerchief to him to wipe his eyes with. As Luigi blew his nose, the Baby Yoshi babbled up at him. Luigi patted it on the head.

After all of today’s worries, there was little left for Luigi to do now that they were resolved besides slump to the ground in exhaustion. So he did, Bowser sitting next to him. The Baby Yoshi, meanwhile, squirmed out of Luigi’s grip and waddled off. Luigi and Bowser watched it like a hawk, but all it did was find the nearest apple and roll it over to Luigi with a concerned-sounding chirp. Bowser and Luigi both relaxed.

“You’re gonna be the death of us, kid,” Bowser said to it. Its response was to reach for him. Bowser obligingly gave it a claw, and it sang a little tune as it grabbed hold.

With the claws on his other hand, Bowser cut the apple into three pieces. One to feed to himself, one to feed to the kid, and one to feed to —

The fruit in Bowser’s hand stopped mid-journey to Luigi’s mouth.

Wait.

Luigi was staring at him, face red. There was no way Bowser’s wasn't the same as he stared back. Yet he remained frozen in place, the silence stretching into eternity as he scrambled to escape this painfully awkward situation. What Bowser should have done was retract his arm and refuse to acknowledge that the moment had ever happened. But no, instead of doing anything sensible like that, Bowser pushed his hand forward and all but stuffed the apple slice into Luigi’s mouth. Because of course he did.

Luigi made a noise of surprise as it happened. “...Thanks?” he mumbled confusedly around the mouthful, and the urge to curl up into his shell and hide crept up Bowser’s spine. But of course he wasn't going to do that, because it was the coward's way out, and he was no coward!

...He really wanted to, though.

During Bowser’s crisis of embarrassment, Luigi chewed, swallowed, and sat up, the Baby Yoshi in his lap. He didn't meet Bowser’s gaze; though his embarrassment wasn't as grand as Bowser’s it was nonetheless very much present. His attention lingered on Kamek, who was busy examining his crochet. “Hey Kamek, what’re ya making?” Luigi asked.

“...nothing.”

Bowser squinted at the shape the loops of yarn were forming. “What are you making a hat for?”

“None of your business.”

That was kind of a tiny hat, wasn't it? Almost the size of a... “I thought you didn't like Yoshis.”

“Who said this was for your Yoshi?”

“You did.”

“I —” Kamek scowled. Bowser grinned. Hah, he never got to outsmart the old man like that! He grinned at Luigi, too, who offered a bemused thumbs up in what was definitely congratulations, he was sure!.

“That’s nice of you! It'll love it!” Luigi cheered. Kamek’s eye twitched.

“As if the kid didn't like you already!” Bowser laughed, loud and boisterous. “Just admit you like it back! Heck, maybe you should tell it — it's not like it won't be happy to hear it!”

“Truly? You know, I’m not so sure,” Kamek deadpanned. “Maybe I should wait a season and a half before doing so, in case something goes wrong, and it decides to ‘hate me forever’ for it, hm?”

...That was a low blow.

“A season and a half...?” Luigi repeated, brow scrunched at the sly lilt to Kamek’s words.

“Uh!” Bowser stiffened. “N-no, he’s just being stupid — exaggerating — it wasn't that long...”

“Exaggeration, is it...?” Kamek lazily propped his chin on his hand. “You know, on second thought, maybe I should pester someone in the dead of night to come up with a way to remove all my feelings entirely because they’re too confusing for me to handle.”

“Old man if you don't shut up right now I swear I’m gonna —”

“Going to what? Pretend I’m a mirror and talk yourself hoarse about —”

“Kamek!”

Kamek cackled, sitting back and picking up his crochet work again. Bowser fumed at the failure to intimidate him into shutting his trap before —

“...you tried to remove your feelings for me?”

“No!” Bowser snapped his head down to meet Luigi's slack-jawed stare with his own wide-eyed one. “That's stupid! Why would I do that? I didn't do that!”

“Why?”

“I—! Because—!” How was Bowser supposed to explain how half his universe turned upside down after that damn kart race? How he’d watched Luigi claw his way to first place in the final race of the Grand Prix, utilizing all sorts of tricks and treachery he never would have expected him to be capable of? And how the image of Luigi on the podium, sheepishly holding his trophy aloft, nose still bleeding a little from when he’d fallen flat on his face when he’d tried to get out of his kart after the race had ended, had stuck in Bowser’s mind for the rest of the day, and the next, and the next, and the next? Or how Bowser’s idle curiosity about a hero’s sidekick like Luigi having a hidden ruthless side had grown until he’d found himself watching him for another sign of it, and even though he’d just kept getting his usual goody-goody behavior over and over again he’d stubbornly kept observing him, hoping to see Luigi finally slip up and do something else just as interesting? How weeks later, during some downtime at one of the tennis tournaments, Bowser had looked across at Luigi returning a lost ball to a child, a scratch on his chin from a mishap during the search for it, a bright yet soft smile sitting on his face, and had been slammed with the realization that Luigi’s usual goody-goody behavior had inexplicably become the interesting thing he was watching for? And how said behavior had somehow transitioned from interesting to endearing in the meantime? And how it felt when he’d prodded at the reason why, and in doing so crashed the status quo of liking Peach all around his ears, leaving him standing in the rubble of it with no idea what to do next in the absence of the familiar and faced with the unknown?

“...It was a stupid idea and I'm not doing it, so stop looking at me like that,” Bowser settled on saying. “I’d regret it, anyways,” he added, and Luigi’s face softened.

“Would you?”

“Yeah.”

With a complete lack of ceremony, the Baby Yoshi kicked its legs and tipped itself sideways out of Luigi’s lap, snapping Luigi and Bowser out of the spellbound staring at each other they had settled into. As it righted itself and milled around the pair, Luigi caught it by the arm to stop it for long enough to press a kiss to the top of its head and regard it thoughtfully. “Why did you run away from us, I wonder?”

“Like I said before” — Bowser crossed his arms, consciously and adamantly refusing to be jealous of a child, of all things — “it was probably hungry. Or maybe it was just bored.”

Luigi hummed, considering. The Baby Yoshi toddled away, then back; Luigi stroked the Baby’s head, and it hummed. “I guess we’re hardly doing anything interesting, as grownups. Not when we’re on a...” Luigi stopped. He glanced at Bowser, unsure.

“...a date?” They both chuckled sheepishly.

“If this is a — a date, then isn't this kid supposed to be being babysat right now? So we can have time to ourselves or whatever?”

“Hm...” Luigi glanced at Kamek. “Hey, Kamek?” Luigi called, voice saccharine.

“What?” Kamek studied Luigi’s face. He realized what Luigi wanted to ask. “Absolutely not,” he scowled. “No,” he repeated as Luigi’s gaze turned hopeful.

“Please?” Luigi added a pout to round out the pleading image.

“No,” Kamek said again, less surely this time. Bowser stifled a laugh. As someone who fell victim to that face yesterday while being convinced to pay for an extra sandwich or three for lunch, he knew Kamek didn't stand a chance in hell of resisting it.

And as if to reinforce this futility, the Baby Yoshi freed itself from Luigi’s grip and toddled over to Kamek. It plopped down next to him, balled a fist into his sundress, and dropped right off to sleep. Kamek stared at it like it was a particularly ugly bomb.

“Thank you so much!” Luigi beamed.

“Stop thanking me.”

Luigi got to his feet, and it was then he finally noticed he’d lost a shoe. He blinked. “When’d that happen?” he wondered aloud.

With a raised eyebrow, Bowser held up the missing shoe. The expectation was that Luigi was going to take it from him to put it on. Instead, Luigi lifted his foot and slipped it into the shoe while Bowser was still holding it. Bowser stiffened in surprise; Luigi froze, foot halfway in the shoe. They stared at each other.

Face red, Luigi jerked his foot upwards out of Bowser’s grasp, shoe and all; the suddenness of doing so sent him stumbling. As Luigi finished putting his shoe on, movements stiff and eyes glancing everywhere except for the person he was leaning on to keep his balance, said person was resisting the urge to snicker at him. He really was too cute. Even better was that he didn't move his hand when he was done, even as Bowser got to his feet! So with his other arm, Bowser waved at Kamek. “See you later, old man!”

Kamek sighed. Hand-on-arm, Bowser and Luigi left him frowning resignedly at the Baby Yoshi.

---

As they walked down a different, better-maintained path, the color of Luigi's face gradually dimmed back to its normal shade. When he finally gathered the courage to meet Bowser’s eyes again, it was after glancing worriedly back at the clearing they’d left. “I hope he isn’t mad...” Luigi worried.

“Are you kidding? That was hilarious!” Bowser answered, not answering Luigi’s question. Luigi huffed.

“Maybe we should get him something to pay him back for this.”

Bowser shrugged. “Suit yourself.” There’s gotta be a good enough knick-knack for him somewhere around here.

They tossed around ideas of what to get Kamek while continuing down the path. As it brought them over a bridge, Luigi, distracted by the lily pads floating below it in the lake, stopped to lean over the railing to peer at them. And although Bowser kind of wanted to hurry up and get back to the beach, he couldn't help but feel it wasn't so bad, pausing to bask in the fluttering feeling in his chest spurred by the relaxation resting on his companion’s face.

After a while, Luigi spoke up. “Was it really that long?” he asked.

It took Bowser a minute to realize what Luigi was referring to. He shrugged self-consciously. “I had to...get used to it first. It's only really ever been all about Peach for so long. And this...with you it...felt...” He struggled for words. “...Different. Bigger than that. S-so however I told you about how I felt had to be bigger, too — I couldn't settle for kidnappings anymore! But...” Bowser glowered at the water’s edge. “But then I ended up kidnapping you anyway...ugh, stupid brain...”

Luigi smiled wryly. “I guess it technically worked, in the end.”

“Maybe I should keep doing that, then!”

“Please don't. I don't know if I could handle that. Or if Mario could handle that.”

“All the more reason to kidnap you!”

“Bowser.”

Bowser laughed. Luigi tried to keep his stern expression in place, but Bowser’s mirth was too contagious for it to hold.

“Hey,” Luigi said when their laughter died down. “What were you thinking of doing, anyway? Instead of the kidnapping?”

“Oh, well...” Bowser rubbed a hand behind his head. “It was just gonna be a song, 's all.”

“A song? I didn't know you wrote music!”

“You kidding?” Bowser puffed his chest with a smirk. “There’s no one in my kingdom — or anywhere else — that's a better piano tapper than me!”

“Wow!” Luigi’s eyes sparkled. “I’d love to hear it! Uh, the song you were writing for me, I mean?”

“Y-yeah, for sure! It’ll knock your socks off, guaranteed!” Bowser bragged. “‘Specially because I spent ages working on it!”

“Oh! That’s a long time!”

“I had to spend that long.” Bowser peeked at Luigi out of the corner of his eye. “‘Cause it’s gotta be perfect like you!”

“I —!” Luigi’s face went ablaze for yet another time today. Bowser’s smirk deepened. Hah. Definitely his new favorite thing.

“Well—!” Luigi managed to say after a whole lot of sputtering. "I'm — I’m looking forward to hearing it!” The effort to push past how flustered he was to say that made it come out as a shout, and it bounced off the trees alongside Bowser’s chuckling. Put out, Luigi pointedly turned his attention back to the rippling water below them, and then to his phone, to message his friends and tell them the Baby Yoshi had been found. Bowser watched him do so, the brim of Luigi’s hat shading the screen, and — wait.

“We stole that hat,” Bowser said aloud, and Luigi paused.

“What?”

“The hat. You just ran off with it.”

“What are you —?” Luigi’s brow furrowed. His hand hovered near his head in thought for a moment, then he snatched his hat off his head. The price tag fell free, and Luigi stared at it with such horror on his face that it circled back around to being hilarious.

“You gonna show your face to give it back?” Bowser teased, and Luigi looked even more panicked. He did, however, elbow Bowser in a vain attempt to get him to stop laughing at him.

“It’s not funny,” Luigi insisted. “It’s not....oh...!” He buried his head in his hands.

Bowser slung his arm around Luigi’s shoulder. “Not even a week and I’m already corrupting you!” he crowed. “What's your brother gonna have to say about that?”

“Absolutely nothing,” Luigi answered, with a glare that held no heat, “because he knows it’ll happen the other way ‘round”

“As if,” Bowser scoffed, despite knowing full well it was, indeed, starting to happen the other way around.

Luigi seemed to know it too, by the crinkling at the corners of his eyes. And by the way he thanked Bowser. “For calming me down when I was freaking out earlier,” he clarified. He leaned into Bowser’s side, and Bowser desperately hoped that he couldn't hear how his heartbeat was thudding a mile a minute.

“Well, what was I supposed to do, let you walk yourself straight into the ocean?” Bowser rolled his eyes with a mask of nonchalance. It was a mask with some cracks of bashfulness in it, and now it was Luigi’s turn to laugh at him. He stood on his tiptoes to kiss Bowser’s cheek before ducking out of his one-armed embrace and dancing away off the bridge. Bowser almost fell over the railing, counterweight gone. “Hey,” he complained, trying to look mad but failing hardcore because holy shit

Luigi twisted to face him, skirt flaring out; his eyes flicked to somewhere just behind Bowser, where Bowser’s tail was absolutely threatening the structural integrity of the bridge he was still standing on in light of recent events. Thankfully, Luigi didn't comment on it as Bowser also got off the bridge. Nor did he comment on how red Bowser’s face was, either.

“I think we should go back and pay for the hat,” Luigi decided.

“You sure we can’t just keep it — alright, alright,” Bowser amended at the flat expression Luigi sent his way. “We’ll go be good guys, I guess.”

“Quite the sacrifice for you, I'm sure.”

Bowser snorted. “I think I can manage. It's just about worth it, anyway.”

“‘Just about?’” Luigi prodded, curious about what could possibly bump it up to ‘completely worth it’.

Mere moments before asking for another kiss, Bowser’s brain caught up with itself. Hold on, would that come across as desperate? No, he already got one, so another wouldn't be weird. Maybe? Probably. Argh, he’s never had to think about these sorts of things before...! At least there was something else he could for sure ask for, though.

“I could get that story you promised me the other day,” he said, trying his best to sound casual.

“Right, I didn't get around to telling you, did I?” Luigi winced. “Sorry. I guess I’d gotten” — his eyes roved over Bowser, briefly — “distracted.”

“Finally!” An exaggerated fist pump had Luigi near-giggling — as if Bowser’s cheeks couldn't hurt any more than they did already. “I’ve been waiting to hear what kind of story ends with you getting called that.” Bowser nudged him, good-natured. “You trying to hold out on me, Greenie?”

“No, no, I was just...heh.” Luigi shook his head. Bowser raised an eyebrow, bidding him to continue. He also held out his elbow, and Luigi slotted his hand in the space as if it belonged there. The two of them fell into step side-by-side, and as Luigi began his tale about the ridiculous events that had followed that fateful job he and Mario had taken all those years ago, Bowser knew the memories of this awesome vacation were going to stick with him for many years more.

And by the way Luigi was practically glowing with happiness, he was more than positive Luigi would, too.

[itzpris]

Pick a Name (ft. Russell and Minka)

Noticing the little potted plants at each side of Russell’s door, she commented on them, “Ooh, that’s new! Pretty new plants, Russell.”

“Why, thank you Minka!” Russell smiled, “But they’re my dad’s, actually. He’s been doing some cleaning work, and asked me to take care of his plants for a bit. He’ll be getting them back next week, anyway.”

“Ooh, okay! But do they- have, like, names?”

“…Names? Why is that your first question about a plant?”

“I mean, some people do it! And your dad seems like he’d do that to his plants.”

“That’s… a very interesting concept, for sure,” Russell tried to hide the tone of ever so slight judgement in his voice. Minka noticed anyway.

“You’re making it sound like a bad thing. My house plants have names, and I think it’s adorable!”

“Whatever. To each their own, I guess,” Russell cleared his throat, “Either way, if they do have names, he never told me.”

“Aww, oh well… Hey, you mentioned that he’ll be taking them back soon, right?”

“Yeah. Admittedly, I will miss them. They do add a bit of color to this porch…”

“Why not buy some of your own? Lots of plants in lots of places! I’m sure you can find a nice flower shop somewhere. Maybe the bota… bone tan…”

“Botanical gardens?”

“Yeah! Gardens! Where Basil works! I’m sure you can find something there.”

“Okay… Though, responsibilities will I be taking upon getting a plant?”

“I mean, if it’s not too high maintenance? It won’t need much! Just water them, and lotsssss of sunlight! Won’t be a problem, if you’re keeping them here on your porch. Lots of sun!”

“Okay, okay. I’ll… consider it. Maybe.”

“Awesome! So, what would you name them?!”

“Minka!”

“Pleeeeaaaasee? If you want, I can suggest for you!“

“Okay then. Shoot.”

“Bertram!”

…

“Minka… out of all names… Bertram?”

“Hey, it just feels like it would fit somehow, okay? I just feel it! Plus, do you have any better ideas?”

Russell stood there for a while, scratching his chin in thought.

“Nevermind. Bertram it is, then.”

“Yay!”

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Day 21: porch

I flopped onto bed, about to fall asleep. Until I realized ‘o shit i didn’t write today yet’ so here I am.

[jemwolf]

So Vince is a character that has shown up in a couple of different places. His original version is in my story “Well-Awarewolf” as a vet who is also a vampire, but a human version of him has also shown up in my FMA fics! I figured I should draw that version of him again (since the only previous time I did was of him getting mauled by Sev,,,, sorry bud,,,,) but also his fellow vets that also work at his practice! (Who are also maybe repurposed characters lol. Work smarter, not harder)

From left to right we have Vince, Ross, and Gray! Here's a little snippet about each of them below the cut!

(Sorry about the image format, mobile post editor isn’t working and desktop won’t let me put images side by side :/ )

Vincent (Vince) Valdis

- 32 years old

- Drachman-Amestrian (From North City)

- Very light blonde hair, often sunbleached

- Amber eyes

- He’ on the lighter end of ‘tan’ but can get fairly dark if he’s out in the sun, which he often is.

- Due to his complexion and eye color, he has occasionally been mistaken for an Ishvalan. This has led to some uncomfortable confrontations in the past, but most people in the area know who he is now, making those sort of interactions fewer and farther between.

- Runs a small veterinary practice in East City (or Central, depending on the AU, I guess)

- Owns two dogs, Trip and Ben. I found some old sketches of them! Trip is some sorta shepherd mutt, and Ben is a hound of indeterminate breed.

Ross Faulkner

- 32 years old

- Amestrian (From East Area, a bit north of Resembool)

- Brunette

- Brown eyes

- Olive skin

- Works with Vince; they’ve been friends for years and they live together.

- Has an adopted son named Milo who is about 12!

- Keeps pigeons and doves!

- He has a Hanoverian horse named Russet. He’s especially helpful if they need to go somewhere in the countryside where it’s harder for cars to go.

Grayson (Gray) Burchell

- 24 years old

- Xingese-Amestrian (From East City)

- Black hair

- Dark brown eyes

- Fair skin

- Veterinary assistant/apprentice

- He is deaf and was often told he couldn’t be a vet because of it. He kept working at it though, and eventually met Vince who saw he was just as capable and took him on.

- Loves horses and would love to have one of his own someday, but for now he just helps care for Russet.

(As an aside, I did a bit of research on deaf vets and they are awesome. I’m excited to get into the different ways that Gray does his job!)

So far, only Vince has shown up in fics, but Ross and Gray might show up in the future now that I've designed them! I also might go back through older chapters and hint at them earlier.

Me? Taking my existing characters and giving them FMA variants? It's more likely than you may think-

[justruler]

The Eternal Dream

I walked through the fields I had cultivated, the wheat brushing against my skin with the softness of a fresh rug. Moving my hands out from my sides as I walk make me feel similar to that of a man going through clouds. The calm winds complimenting the landscape, bringing up the euphoric scent of fresh barley to the already crisp clean air. Looking towards the fields of tan grass further something interesting, moving further to investigate I discover it to be a small cabin. The brick exterior complimented by wood outlines on both the walls and windows, with a chimney puffing out tiny clouds. Taking in a deep inhale I also noticed the fresh scent of blueberries and salted meats cooked to the perfect temperature as to begin wafting out the open windows. 

Peering around to the front door of the quiet cottage greets me to an oak fence and gravel walkway. The feeling of the rocks on my bare feet remind me of the times I used to go out playing near the river or out at the park. 

Opening the door, I see the interior is a calm color of orange similar to the setting sun. I smile as my younger brother runs up to me and I greet him with a chuckle. "Heya there lil bro!" I say hoisting him up, "So how was school?".

"It was AWESOME!" he said with the joyful expression of youth.

"Oh yea? Did you read about the knights?" I said

"Yeaa! Ms. Floura let us read this awesome story about this group of knights who went on this quest and they got on this magic boat and then and then!" He trailed off as mom walked up to calm him down.

"That's all fun and good, but you'll need to stop with the knights and help your set the table. Your father's almost home." She said in a calm tone as she lifted him up and directed him to the table before walking up to me with a smile as warm as the sun.

"Still falling asleep out in the field huh?" she said with a soft chuckle as she wiped the dirt off my cheek.

"Heh, yea" I said with slight embarrassment. 

"Guess I overworked myself again.." 

She sighed "You know you shouldn't work yourself too hard. Your father already worked tirelessly enough for you to have a comfortable life and it breaks his heart to see you work harder almost to try and repay him." She says as she cups my face.

"I know, but who else is gonna help keep the farm together when you and dad are gone?" I say as I cup her hand in return. 

I turn my head to face my younger brother as he's setting the table, his boyish face shaded by the old knight helmet he got for Halloween three years ago. 

Before I know it I hear a floorboard creek, my mom looks over my shoulder and lights up with her signature warm smile. 

"Welcome home honey" she says.

Going to turn around I begin to feel dizzy as my vision begins to go foggy. The last thing I hear before waking up being "Maan whatever that is smells delicious" in a hearty country accent. 

Opening my eyes bleerily, I find myself where I remember last being, at my workstation. Now with the acidic black drool pooling into the specific part of the blueprints I had been resting my head on. Looking around I notice the stone gray facility with all my inventions dotting their own separate tables. 

I sigh as the automatic lights come back on, thrumming to life like the pulse of a heart. With the dream already fading from my memory as I look at a note on my desk, along with noticing a small blanket had been wrapped around me during my slumber. 

Panning over the note I smiled.

"Quit fucking overworking yourself asshole, the service AI has to keep cleaning up your acid spit. Also made sure one of the servitors put a blanket around you so you wouldn't freeze to death. 

Again.. 

Sincerest fuck you,

GK

Ps: Made some coffee in the break room"

[parad-ice-lostandfound]

<[ ♡ ~ Introduction

Hi!! I'm Bvnny, I’m excited to do this exchange with you. I’m fem-presenting but I consider myself nonbinary. I don’t perceive myself as really having a gender and i don’t feel feminine or masculine, however, i like to do more feminine presenting things. I use she/her and they/them pronouns. I’d like a romantic matchup and I’m bisexual but tbh I don’t see myself with thirteen lol so that kind of cuts out the only girl. Also, if I could NOT get paired with Beel that would be awesome- he reminds me of my little brother for me to see him like that ;-;. I don’t have a lot of freetime but I play video games with my sister and I like to sew. I also love researching gang-related crime, serial killers, and anything involving children and their development. I love criminal psychology and child development-based psychology so opportunities to learn and even combine them always make me happy.

<[ ♡ ~ Appearance

I’ve got warm black hair that goes down just past my chin. Its a medium bob with some curtain bangs. I’m 5’2 and about 100 lbs so I'm pretty small (shelves are a bitch). I’ve got light brown eyes with a weird dark greenish brown ring around it. I’m biracial (whispanic lesgooo) so I’m not super tan but I’m not a ghost either. I’m a comfortable light olive and I can tan more with sunlight (ew) I’ve got enough freckles that you notice if you're right in front of me but not so many that it takes over my whole face. I’m normally in my converse or my work boots (which are always shined to be perfect thank u <3) I’m definitely a rectangle and I’m fairly thin. I’ve got hardly any ass and minimal boob-age. I’ve got p good thighs tho so that's nice. However, I've got the “ideal” body type for the stereotypical y2k outfits!!!! That's the majority of my closet- I wear lots of flare jeans, halter tops, and honestly if you look up 2000s I've probably worn half the outfits there. Brown is the best color for me, but I wear lots of yellow (my fave!!). Another huge part of my style is influenced by chicano culture since that’s what I was raised in and around. I have loads of FB County Charlie Brown crop tops in about 8 different colors. My dream is for the charlie brown halter tops, but for now I’ll live with just my flannel halter. I really just love dressing up for anything- no such thing as overdressed in my book. I like spending hours on my makeup and I refuse to leave the house without my eyeliner and eyeshadow being perfect. I put a lot of effort into my appearance- skincare twice a day, making sure my makeup is perfect, making sure my outfit is on point, etc., etc.. If I don't feel like it’s my best, I probably won’t wear it. It’s either a nice and easy 5 minutes or it takes me an hour. Between us, I’ve been late to school because of my makeup on more than one occasion (and it’ll happen again).

<[ ♡ ~ Personality

Here’s a few of my personality stuff incase you don't want to read through:

Enneagram 2w1

INFP

Scorpio Sun, Scorpio Moon, Pisces Rising

I’ve also got ADHD and a weird anxiety disorder (mentions of anxious thoughts and compulsions) I go into at the end. it’s the last paragraph of this section if you want to skip it!!

Those basically boil it down to everything you need to know, but i’ll go in depth! I’m the oldest of 5 siblings. My sister A is about to turn 16, my sister B is 14, my brother C is 13, and my youngest (and favorite i’ve got no shame about it) is D and she’s 7. Honestly being their big sister is my only personality trait- D is all I talk about. She’s literally always with me too. I’m at all of her school events, she hangs out in my room (even when I’m not there), she’s going with me to grocery stores and if I get free time I’ll play video games with her like minecraft, among us, and maybe roblox (strong maybe, i have to be in a real good mood it makes me car sick ;-;)

My learning disability can make me forget things and seem fairly spacey. Right now it’s for sure ADHD, and my therapist is leaning towards autism as well but we’re avoiding an official diagnosis bc it will limit me in the career I want to enter. I cannot sit still for the life of me- I’m convinced if i do i’m gonna die. Normally i’m pretty good about masking with minimal energy- one of my special interests has always been psychology. i’ll mirror people for fun sometimes, but then i end up accidentally picking up habits. but, at the end of the day, i’m still a big neurodivergent mess. my biggest stims are chewing (rubber, my lips and fingers (not hard!!!), and silicone), tippy taps, arm flapping, and spinning. I love headphone cords and lego tires, they’re my favorite and they’re just so comforting. bc if my chewing stim, i’m literally always snacking. people get concerned when i tell them i don’t have a lot of full meals but i literally ate 2 costco boxes of goldfish, about 3 packages of gerber star puffs for babies, and still had lasagna for dinner. i eat a lot- just not all at once. this also can cause me to start stress eating. Its hard for me to be hyper aware at the end of the day too. My jobs require me to be watching everything, but at the end of it, i just want to watch my LEDS change colors.

As much as I love my siblings, they are also the reason you can see a couple gray hairs starting to grow. They are the biggest trigger for my compulsions- especially D. If something isn’t perfect, and my youngest sister is around, I get unreasonably stressed out. I always joke that I can never sleep when she’s in my room because I’m worried the Kool-Aid man will bust through the wall and I'll sleep through it. However, there is some weight to that. If (and tbh when) my sister falls asleep in my bed, I’m up doing anything to keep me busy because for whatever reason it just doesn’t feel safe to sleep. This stems for the kids I work with as well. My co-workers make jokes about me being a perfectionist but it feels like if something is out of place bad things will happen. We love anxiety, real hot girl shit.

Small things I’ll do is constantly re-organize things. I’m constantly fidgeting with stuff and putting things back into “place” (where I decided they have to go for the rest of time). I do the same with our silverware. I’ll make sure all of our plates are in a rainbow. I have to do certain things in the exact same order every time. I’m VERY particular about how stuff in my room is- the quickest way to stress me out is to touch my stuff, move it around, or mess with my routine. Depending on how I’m feeling, that might literally make me have a breakdown. But being able to expect things every single time or fix things and make it right just calms me and makes me feel in control of something small, and even that can boost my mood and confidence a bit.

I work 3 jobs right now- law enforcement, I co-teach in a special occupational pre-school for high school students, and I baby sit at least twice a week. I have been pursuing a childcare career for 5 years, however, right now I’m piloting an state-wide high school internship program for local law enforcement departments. It was a pain to try and get started- I get to take the trial run since i’m 18 and a senior with a lot of law club training. I got voted as president of our high school’s law enforcement club as a joke my sophomore year and I just… keep… getting… re… elected. It’s not bad- I actually switched from thinking about teaching because of it and now I’m considering juvenile probation and teaching as a retirement job. I’m still debating- teaching is very important to me.

Because I’ve had a lot of work in childcare and shitty retail jobs, i’ve got an ungodly amount of patience. I have a scar on my leg from where a kid threw a table at me- he was still my favorite at the end of my program tho. It takes a lot for me to not like someone. I’m an upbeat person who is always eager to help and lend a hand. There’s an old lady trying to load something big into her car? Bam, Bvnny to the rescue. Need a door opened? Bam, door held. A lot of this stems from being the oldest of 5 tbh- I not only want to be someone my siblings can look up to, but I also want to be someone who can be as awesome as their parents. Admittedly, it gets really difficult when my siblings are all so different, my parents are grade-A overachievers, and I've got a bingo game going with potential learning disabilities. But I always push myself anyways- usually too far and burn myself out but it’s cool (this is a cry for help /j)

Because of how much I push myself to be better, I see a lot of improvement over time. However this also can make me a smidgen (a big smidgen lmaooo) bit defensive over how I present myself. Like, I’ve been ugly. I’ve been teased. I’ve been bullied. But I’ve worked my ass off to fix those things, and I work my ass off to maintain those things. I just put a lot of effort into how I carry myself and having it insulted is like damn I worked so hard for what???? Like if you call me ugly its like ugh but honestly I don’t care if I don’t know you. The one thing that will ALWAYS piss me off is when people try to discount my intelligence. Like I said before, I’ve been the ugly kid. I’ve been a weird kid. I’ve been the kid that gets bullied for stuff I can’t control. HOWEVER, the one thing I’ve always had going for me was that I’m smart. I was always the one helping with homework and it saved my ass more than once. I’ll take constructive criticisms, but not asshole criticism. It’ll hurt my pride </3

On a serious note, If I were to connect to any of the seven sins, it would 100% be Lucifer’s. I wouldn’t say i’m lucifer-levels of pride, but like it’s def there. I take pride in my siblings, my appearance, my job, etc., etc. I’m proud, but I feel like I’ve earned it with how hard I’ve worked to get here and how fucking cool my siblings turned out (that also might just be my ego talking, who knows?) Like A and B are so beyond beautiful and super popular. They're awesome at sports and are amazing with people. C is 6’2 and 270lbs of muscle (he’s 13 need i remind you ;-;) but he’s gentle and he gives the best hugs and he can fix literally anything. We also go on brother-sister dates to panda express after he wins a football game (he’s had a perfect season and my wallet hurts). D is so good at art and she’s beautifully kind. She can communicate better than adults do. Like if someone is bothering her she can set her boundary and stick with it. She is super empathetic and loves animals and wants to be a dog groomer when she grows up. She’s unironically funnier than all of us and with the amount of sass that leaves her mouth it’s obvious she’s got 4 big siblings (it’s never disrespectful tho, that’s the best part).They are all going to do wonderful things and I’m so excited to see it. I will also do anything, and I mean anything, to guarantee they get to do those great things they dream about.

<[ ♡ ~ Relationship Info

For a partner, I seriously need someone who can understand that I have no freetime. At all. Ever. I hardly ever leave the house, and if I do it’s literally to go shopping. For 18 i feel so lame lol. Chances are my partner is going to be one of my 3 friends. Despite not even being out of high school yet (2 more months thank god) I need something more domestic and less teenage romance. Like getting home from work and relaxing with our 4 dogs (forgot to mention I have 4 big dogs whoops). I need someone who is decent enough with kids to get along with my siblings. It’s also super important that I can have conversations with them- and they want to have them too. Not like “Hi honey how was your day?” “good” “What did you do?” “work.” I want them to want to talk too. I want to know everything about my partner. Would you love me if i was a worm? Would you love me if YOU were a worm? What if we were both worms? I want to have stupid conversations like that but I would also kill to talk about psychological theories and child development and have not-stupid conversations. I want someone intelligent enough to talk to me and make me want to learn, but also willing to indulge in my stupid theoretical conversations. They’ve also gotta understand my siblings will literally always come first. It could be our wedding day and if my sister calls me and says she needs me i’ll be out of there so fast you wouldn’t even have time to process. Family is super important to me, and eventually I want my very own little family that will be just as important, if not more so.

My top 3 love languages are quality time, physical touch, and acts of service. I’d say quality time and physical touch are the ones I want the most, but acts of service are the ones I appreciate the most if that makes any sense.

Quality Time- I'm huge on napping together and just parallel play (doing different activities but together). I love napping together because I literally always need one, but I'm more than content to just cuddle while I play my games on my phone and my partner does whatever they’re doing. Hell, we don’t even have to cuddle (I'd like it if we did). We can just sit in the same room and enjoy each other's presence. My quality time also extends to my family- the chances of my youngest sister being with me is pretty much 100%. She’s my thunder buddy- if she doesn't want to hang out with you neither do I. Most of the time if she’s with me she’s drawing or playing games on her own and is just hanging out with me in my room or in the car. If I have time Ill play games with her so if you aren’t down to spend some time with her then out the door with you. Realistically, if I were to go down to the devildom, she’d end up coming with me in some freak magic accident. And I’d make it so she can stay- when I said I’d do anything for them I was NOT kidding.

Physical Touch- I know I said we don't have to cuddle but like if we can I’m over the moon. I love getting to feel my partner. I'm okay with linking pinkies when we do stuff or touching knees when we sit. As long as I can feel my partner next to me I'm over the moon! I love hugs, I love kisses, I love playing with people's hair, I love getting my hair played with. I’m always giving my youngest sister little scratches on the head or smoothing her hair down or straightening her clothes. I’ll give her hugs before I leave and she always falls asleep cuddling with me. I never say no when my brother wants to give me hugs (which is all the time, bless his heart) and even when he picks me up off the ground I’m still okay with it. My middle sisters are NOT as fond of me touching them so I try to avoid it- B will literally swat my hand away if I’m even remotely close to her. But I’ll do small things like tucking in their shirt tags or fixing their hair. Does this fall into acts of service? Kind of, but it’s the only contact I get with them let me have it ;-;

Acts of Service- I have so much I need to get done. All the time. Every day. And there are tons of things I struggle with doing even when I’m not trying to get 80 other tasks done. Like laundry- laundry always ends up being the last of my list. Without fail. Cleaning in general just hardly ever happens.I pretty much live in my car with how often I’m driving and it definitely shows. If I find time to clean my spaces, chances are it’s at the very end of my day when I’m tired and honestly I end up putting it off for extra hours of much needed sleep. It’s not that I want my partner to do all the cleaning- honestly I’m so particular I’d rather do it myself- but if they did something like laundry or they made food for tomorrow or just something small it means the world. However this also goes both ways. I love doing stuff for other people. I love getting to make my partner meals or help with a project or carry something for them. It just makes my heart happy to relax with my loved ones. <3

Ifs too long let me know- I’ll give you a TLDR lol <3333 I’m super looking forward to this matchup with you :)))

Hi Bvnny! I am so excited and happy to do this exchange* with you! Your idea is one of a kind and so unique, and I love it very much! Don't worry about having written too much, it's more material for me to work with after all. Now, without any further delay, I pair you with...

Simeon!

To be quite honest, while I was reading through everything, it was so hard to pinpoint who would be a good match for you. I would think, "Huh, this character is perfect for them" and then BAM! you hit me with something that makes me go "Now wait a minute-"

In all honesty, it was fun, and for some time I was stuck between Mammon and Simeon, but Simeon won at the end, as you can see lol.

Simeon adores everything about you, from your freckles to your outfits. How can he not? You are mesmerizing in his eyes. He feels extremely happy that you take care of how you look, not because of what others think or say, but because you feel like it, because you want to. He wouldn't mind if the two of you got late for RAD because you wanted your makeup to be perfect. Chances are he's there with you watching you, his eyes wide in wonder and admiration, or helping you if you allow him to.

While he is not one for much PDA , one of Simeon's favorite things is to press featherlight kisses to your freckles, whenever you allow him. Solomon teases him about being obsessed with them every once in a while, but Simeon doesn't mind.

Simeon is good with children. He likes to listen to you talking about your siblings and wishes to meet them himself. He knows and understands that family comes first for you. He gets a little nervous about meeting your siblings, especially D, because he wants to leave a good impression on them. Not only because they are your siblings, but because your talking about them has made him grow fond of them.

Simeon is very attentive when it comes to you. He can't help it, its in his nature to care and nurture. He is good at realizing when you get a bit fidgety or look like you need sometime away from whatever has your anxiety spiking. He makes sure that you don't skip meals, and even if you do snack because of your chewing stim, whatever you snack on is nutritious. He will absolutely die if you mirror something he does or pick up a habit of his. You are too adorable for his poor angel heart, have mercy on him lol-

Simeon likes how the two of you you could be discussing whether you would love the other person if they were a worm, and afterwards, about a documentary you watched. Many of your discussions give him ideas for his books. You are, quite literally, his muse.

Simeon doesn't like seeing you burn yourself out. He loves you, and knows just how beautiful and amazing you are inside and out. Your tendency to push yourself too far brings out his protectiveness, and he can and will mother hen you into taking care of yourself before anything else. He will not have you ignoring your needs and wants. Simeon also will not stand for anyone taking undue advantage of your helpful nature.

Simeon is in awe of you. Your three jobs? Your ungodly amount of patience? Your fierce and protective love for your siblings? Your pride in yourself and your siblings? All of this inspires him, and he falls in love with you a little bit more every second he spends with you. Loving Simeon is very natural, very soft, and definitely domestic. He is very physically affectionate in private, but a little reserved in public. He adores cuddling with you anytime, whether it is while you are talking to each other, watching a movie, or its you playing a game on your phone while he reads or something. He knows you don't have a lot of free time, and likes to spend what time you do have with him plastered to your side. In public, he is not as clingy, but anyone who looks at him knows that he is completely head over heels for you. How? Because he is always at your side, his hand on the small of your back either guiding you somewhere or just resting there like a claim. His eyes never seem to wander from you, a content smile on his face.

Simeon likes doing things for you. So yes, he will do the laundry for you and clean up, just to see that radiant smile on your face. He likes playing with your hair, and falls in love with you all over again if you do it to him. One of the things he buys for you every time he goes shopping is hair accessories. One time he made a flower crown for you himself, then spelled it so the flowers wouldn't wilt. He is surprisingly innocent and boyish and just so, so in love with you~

Simeon is very supportive. No matter what you want to do, which career you want to choose, he is always there for you. He had been told his presence is soothing and comforting, and he wishes you feel the same way. That you feel comfortable and loved and cherished whenever you're with him, because you deserve the world. And he would love to give it to you on a silver platter.

*Please note that matchups are not open right now.

[orang-urtle]

New thing ig?

Hey guys I just made a new oc! And I disided to make a whole back story for them!

This guy!

Basically their name (for now) is candlestik and basically long story short the floating limbs (and the pumpkin head) are the parts they lost due to someone we wont know yet, and before the body begins to decay some witch or smth remakes them into what we know Rn as Candlestik, and ever since with no memory of their past they live in the mystic city of Kian where to a point in time flashbacks of the past come and go. And then they realize that their hands, feet, head, heart and other organs along with their bag of skin/flesh is still being in the hands of the “killer” or “limb taker” I still don’t know some things for ‘‘em but I do have some more updates for appearance but please give me your ideas!

Alright here is the story?

One day in an old cottage in the middle of no where that folks say are haunted, a small family lies in, there are 3 kids and one parent, the youngest is a little girl with long black hair, a dark tone of tan skin, chestnut brown eyes, and she wore an out fit that made her look like a waitress and always had a fake candle on her head, the middle was a few inches taller with short brown hair, a lighter tone of tan skin, dark brown eyes, and wore overalls, gender: male, and the oldest was about on inch taller than the middle, hair till the shoulders, tan skin, green eyes, and always wore a yellow dress, gender: female, the youngest was named Haiven, the middle was named ray, and the eldest was named Holow, and of course there was their loving mother named Alice, she had long hair all the way to her knees and wore a yellow shirt with blue overalls and raindrop shaped earrings, her eyes where the color of the grey clouds blocking the sun, the children where always calm but never have you ever seen children so adventurous and curious!

One day in the afternoon Haiven wanted to go outside and play, Ray and Holow it would be a good idea so they went out the house, but Holow paused and yelled in the direction of Alice’s room,

“Mom! We’re goin out!"

"Alright, but before you head out what time will you come back?" Alice asked,

"we'll be back by s- erm um.. where is the su- oh there it is! ok, we will be back by sunset!" Holow replied.

then they three left the house and into the woods to find all sorts of nick-nacks and hallydoos, of course, Holow was in the front with Haiven, and ray was in the back, after a bit of collecting Haiven saw what seemed to be an old shack,

"Look! over there behind the old hollow tree!" Haiven yelled

"is that a shack? I say we check it out! it doesn't seem like anyone OR thing lives there anyway..." said ray with a curious voice.

"No way! Who knows someone could still be living there!" Holow said reluctantly

"pshah, let's have a little adventure! who knows what awesome things we could find!" ray replied

"And who knows what dangers lie!" Holow shouted

ray with a pouty face grabbed Holow and Haivens hand and the three ran to the Old shack and arrived at the doorstep...

still a work in progress I'm still thinking about what will happen next and what the characters should actually look like but for now, this is probably like maybe a quarter or less of the story? ill do pt at a later date... please let me know what you guys think!!!

[dearestones]

Twisted Wonderland Matchup: Jade Leech #2

Warnings: Fluff.

@sunshine-draws Request: Hello! I've just finished reading all of your rules ^^ I do apologize if I break any of them by accident, as it would be entirely unintentional.

I was wondering if you would be able to do a TWST matchup for me? Romantic, if you don't mind?

Appearance: I'm a 5'6 ft (167cm) demigirl, more on the fem-presenting side when it comes to clothing. I have tan skin (I believe the color's name is Sienna?), short black hair that reaches just below the shoulders, and dark brown eyes (they almost look black). For body shape, I'm rather skinny with very few curves.

Nicknames: Sun, Sunny

Hobbies/interests: Drawing/painting, writing, various video games, taking care of animals

Description: I'm described as the Team Mom of the group, with a bubbly and fun-loving personality. I ADORE terrible jokes, and my sense of humor is almost broken at this point. I'm also an honors student, ranked #28 out of my whole school, and a part of the National Art Honors Society! I'm very passionate about my interests, and actively take leadership positions in group settings (I usually help tutor my peers ^^). 

I'm unfortunately very talkative, too. I get so engrossed in a conversation that I lose track of the outside world. I'm also extremely dense in romantic terms ^^; Someone has to be VERY forward, for me to pick up on it. I usually overwork myself, too, forgetting to take care of myself due to hyperfocusing on my academics. I give out advice, but I usually deny it for myself. I yearn for freedom and a carefree life, using escapism to cope for lacking fun experiences.

I show affection through acts of service and compliments, but I prefer receiving quality time and physical touch. My favorite characters are Ace, Kalim, Floyd, and Silver!

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After going through the description provided, I believe that you best pair well with Jade Leech! 

At first, when Jade meets you, he thinks that he has you all figured out. As a people watcher, he knows how to categorize people, to segregate them by threat and possible pawn in Azul’s plans. Because of your bubbly and fun loving personality, Jade thinks that you’ll be easy to take advantage of. After all, what better bait to lure you in than by your own hand? 

However, Jade’s feelings towards you will eventually change. As an Octavinelle student, it’s basically his duty to outshine the other dorms by having stellar grades. He’s basically always in the top fifty students, possibly in the top ten sometimes, but even he is somewhat surprised by how you’re an honor student at your own school. True, there are others who can share the same acclaim, but he finds himself somewhat intrigued. And you’re also part of the National Honors Society? He could possibly gain something from you if he plays his cards right…

Don’t worry, though! It’s not always transactional or objective when it comes to Jade. What really hooks him is when he realized that you have a predilection for the arts! Did you know that he is part of a culture club? Perhaps you could try drawing and painting the mountains? What about the scenery? The fungi? You’re so talented! Do you do commissions? Jade would definitely like some paintings of his favorite mushrooms! And if you’re worried about payment, don’t worry about that. He’ll work something out… 

(Don’t worry, it’s not a contract! If you’re not interested in money, he’ll give you discounts at Mostro Lounge). 

In addition to your love for the arts (please give him some tips on how to draw better, he likes drawing too, but you’re so awesome!), he’s more than happy to listen to you talk about your interests. Passion is something that Jade can relate to. Hours can pass and he’ll never tire of hearing your voice talk relentlessly about what makes you live life to the fullest, what makes you the happiest. 

You’d do the same for him, right?

Tutoring your peers? Hmm… Interesting, very interesting—he says this with a sly smile on his face. Are you getting paid for such services? Are you doing this out of the kindness of your heart? How about the both of you set up an appointment with Azul so that you can start tutoring sessions in Mostro Lounge? Think about the increase in revenue if you were to advertise your skills as a tutor? Azul is more than fair… All you have to do is sign a contract with him! Ah, you don’t want to? That’s quite all right, he was just joking, of course!

Once Jade realizes that he adores you (it’s because you’re interesting and definitely not because you’re so sweet and kind and knowledgeable about the arts and utterly adorable when you’re passionate about your interests and oh my it looks like he’s somewhat enamored, what a conundrum!), he’ll try courting you. Subtly. You’ll never know this upon first glance, but Jade is somewhat of a coward—like most moray eels. Courtship under the sea is always fraught with  danger, which may be due to rejection… or if your chosen lover decides to eat you instead.

When subtlety doesn’t work (bouquets made out of mushrooms don’t work on you? what about specially made meals that he made free of charge? still no?), Jade will eventually have to seek out your friends and ask what you like. If not, he will go into a deep dive of human courting rituals—and he will collect great ideas for future dates with you—and then try them on you.

And if you’re still oblivious? Jade will just state it outright. 

(No, he’s not blushing. He isn’t blushing. Eels don’t blush, did you know that? He’s simply standing under lights that make it appear as if his face was red, and his heart is definitely not beating out of his chest, but this is definitely a confession).

He will never admit it, but when you tell him that you reciprocate his feelings, he will feel so relieved. A large rush of breath will leave his lungs and he’ll gently pull you close. Eventually, he’ll gain the confidence to squeeze you tightly against him, but for now, he relishes in your warmth.

When you’re finally together, Jade starts taking care of you. Well, not all of the time. He finds it amusing to watch you struggle sometimes, but if you get really stressed out because of your studies, he will take charge and make sure that you’re getting enough rest and food to keep you going. If you insist on overworking yourself, he will have no choice, but to gather you up in his arms and just hold you. It’s called a trap, but if you insist that he’s cuddling you, he will nip you on the cheeks or your earlobes.

If you want fun experiences, then go to Jade! He’s always on the hunt for all things interesting. With him, every day is an adventure, even if at first glance it can be subtle. He has your best interests at heart, though, so when you least expect it, what starts out as a study date might abruptly shift over to a hike in the mountains or perhaps you’ll spend a day skipping class (don’t tell Floyd or he’ll hijack your date).

Overall, time spent with Jade will either end up with both you hyper fixating on both your interests or Jade gently teasing you until he gets to make you laugh. (You have such a pretty laugh and a vibrant smile! The fact that he’s the one who did that gives him a sense of pride). Basically, you can say goodbye to having a boring life and say hello to a whirlwind of experiences with Jade!

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TWISTED WONDERLAND MASTERLIST

[aussiexlovexaffair]

Tracks— Chapter One

overview: a surfing trip with Ashton after a particularly rough exam leads to a piqued curiosity regarding the club that he attends after all of his classes. the conversation leaves you with more questions than answers. words: 2.5k tws: none! author's note: i just made a wattpad where i'll be reuploading tracks! it's @mrsallamericxn if you'd like to check it out!

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You felt a little out of place sitting on a board that you didn’t even know how to use, but the look on Ash’s face as he crashed through wave after wave was worth swimming out.

Upright on the grain of the board, you trace your manicured fingers over the baby blue stripe on the edge. The California sun beat down on your body, but the feeling didn’t seem to bother you. Cool beads of saltwater drip down your back and saturate the material of your swimsuit, darkening the color by a few shades. You had paddled out far enough to the point where the waves were not yet breaking— but the undulating swells still rocked your body every so often.

You had watched the boy’s progress as he would wade out to float beside you and watch the horizon, waiting for a swell that seemed promising enough. Then he’d paddle forward and wait until it grew into a white cap, from which point he’d wait until he was swept up into the summit of the wave and he’d hop up, using the power of the sea to propel him to the shoreline. Occasionally, he fumbled and sent himself tumbling into the serene blue waters underneath his board, but he was resilient enough to brush it off, no matter how embarrassing the falter, and make his way back out to try again.

He always returned to your side, no matter where the waves took him.

It’s hard to believe that it was his first summer surfing. According to Ash, it was popular with guys his age back in Australia, but he’d never taken much interest in it until now. You had to admit, he didn’t exactly look like a surfer in his everyday life. His clothes were always dark in color and he never dreamed of touching shorts, even when the temperature reached triple digits. His hair, which used to be a dirty blond color, had grown out in waves and had been highlighted by the combination of the sun and the saltwater. His skin, however, was the same golden tan he’d sported since the initial move to Los Angeles. Above his knee was a white scar he proudly brandished from his first time surfing when his leg nicked the fin after a wipeout. In his words, it was his “battle scar” and he displayed it so shamelessly because he’d been so brave that he didn’t even shed a tear after the incident.

You had watched him.

He cried. A lot.

Your concentration on the pattern of the wood grain was broken when you heard something cutting through the water on your left. You’d been facing away from the shoreline for awhile, so you expected to have drifted off a bit. Your head turns to face the direction of the sound, but before your eyes could register the sight, a splash of sea water flies in your direction. Sputtering, you wipe your face and squint. Your eyes dart over to find the culprit. A guilty-looking Ashton perches on his board with his feet on either side of it. “Hey, what was that for?!” You call out to him as he inches closer, the board gliding through the water towards you. “Well you were the one staring off into space! What if you floated out to sea or something?” He scrunches up his nose at the thought of you miles out, still staring at the board without a clue in the world where you were. “Did you see that last wave I caught? It felt awesome!” His dimples deepen as he flashes you a cheeky smile.

“Was that the one that you wiped out on?” Your brows furrow at both the glare of the sun on the water and the question that posed difficult to answer. “What?! I haven’t wiped out in— like— ten whole minutes!”

He wasn’t the best surfer.

You laugh a little at yourself and rub the back of your neck. “Sorry, ’m still thinkin’ about Malphin’s exam.” He grimaces and shakes out his wet hair, spraying you with droplets in the process.

“God, that was rough. I swear, I think he likes it when we fail.” His eyes roll in disbelief. In the syllabus, the professor had mentioned that the coursework for the class was undeniably cumbersome and the tests, therefore, would be arduous as well.

You should’ve taken that as a sign to unenroll entirely, yet here you were on the verge of a breakdown and swamped with his assignments. “He’s gotta have a rough marriage.” You suggest playfully.

Ashton grins at the comment and cards his fingers through the wet strands of his hair. “Oh, absolutely terrible. They probably haven’t shared a bed in years.” Childish giggles escape from him as he continues. “I don’t think I’d want to either— with that beacon of a bald spot on him.” A gasp racks through your body when the words register. “Ash, that’s rude! Don’t say that!” “What? It’s true! He better be careful out in the open, helicopters might confuse it for a landing pad.” His shoulders raise in a shrug, dismissing your gaping mouth. “What, did I say something?” “You’re terrible.” You start, looking back at the shore. Between the two flags that the lifeguards had posted, an ice cream cart was being wheeled by your line of vision. You don’t even need to glance over at the boy before he switches over to laying on his stomach. “But I guess I’ll forgive you for an ice cream sandwich.”

Positioning your body in a similar fashion, you toss your hair over your shoulder and dip your hands into the water, paddling back towards the sandy beach. In your peripheral vision, you see the blond staring at you, eyes fleeting over your exposed skin under the warm sun. You fight back a smile at the thought of Ashton possibly checking you out and turn your head.

He immediately pivots his gaze to the beach.

“Guess we better catch him before he leaves, then.” He coughs out, wiping his brow of the sweat collecting from his hours in the sun.

It only took a few minutes for your board to reach a manageable depth and from there, you dismounted your board. You wrapped your arm around it, preparing to lift it from the water and carry it the rest of the way, when your board was suddenly taken from your grasp. Ashton, wiggling it under his arm, carries both of your boards back to the little station you two had set up. “Such a gentleman.” You say in a cheesy tone, watching him set them down beside the rest of their bags and their chairs. He rolls his eyes and rustles through the tote bag you brought for him to stash his stuff in while he surfed. Retrieving his wallet, he follows along behind you happily as you lead him towards the ice cream cart.

Fisting out some cash, he pays for both your ice cream and his. In your hand is an ice cream sandwich, the vanilla ice cream already dribbling down your wrist as you hurry back to the chairs. Ashton, on the other hand, settles on a small, pineapple water ice. As he digs into the treat with the wooden spoon provided, he glances up to find you licking the white trail on your arm, going from your forearm to the cone where it originated. His feet stop moving for a moment as his brain runs the image through his head.

Settling into your chair, you watch him stumble along behind you and plop into his own, pulling his knees up to his chest. “You sit like a little kid.” He scoffs and looks around at the other beach-goers as if to check and see if they heard the insult as well. “Rude! I just bought you ice cream!” He shakes his head and looks down at his water ice. “Little kid— you know, I’m older than you, actually!” His tone is loud, with a certain faux-abrasiveness that you’ve grown so comfortable with. You toss your towel, previously strewn over the back of your beach chair, in his face and watch him wrestle the material off. Taking the towel for himself, he rubs it over his damp hair, listening to the seagulls screech above. “Not much more mature, though..” He laughs dryly at your statement, draping the towel over his shoulders.

I’ll just steal his, you think to yourself. Quickly, you grab the edge of the fabric hanging behind his chair and yank it from behind him. His towel was significantly larger, but yours felt softer. Based on how the fibers rubbed at your skin, it hadn’t seen fabric softener in awhile.

A buzz interrupts the quiet moment between you two. In between your chairs, the tote bag is illuminated by the light of Ashton’s phone.

It was normal for you two to check each other’s phones. Neither of you had anything to hide— the time you’d spent living together in the dorms had slowly worn away at the boundaries you both had once subconsciously set and now nothing seemed “too private.” You squint down at the phone and grab it, inputting his passcode you’d memorized so long ago and opening his messages. “You have a meeting tonight.” You murmur absentmindedly into your frozen dessert. He doesn’t bother to check his phone for himself.

“With who?” Ash swallows his mouthful of water ice and gazes out at the waves crashing against the beige sand.

“The 405 Club?” His head whips around faster than you’d ever seen him move. Raising a curious eyebrow, you hold out the device for him to grab. “The 405 Club?” He repeats as he checks the screen for himself. Slowly, you wrap up your trash from your dessert and shove it in the tote bag. Your eyes dart from your actions to him. “I don’t understand why you’re even in that club. It sounds so boring—” You shake your head, dissatisfied with the mere thought of it. “Cleaning around the campus… I mean, nothing against you guys, but I don’t think it’s working. This morning I saw a squirrel eating the leftovers of a moldy Whopper outside of the Science Hall.” He clicks his tongue at the second buzz his phone emits. Ash’s eyes narrow at his phone. “Must’ve missed that…” His tone is absentminded and flat. You could tell he was focused on the messages he was getting, running his schedule through his head and planning out his night accordingly.

He had a habit of being too charged up about things— whether that was positive or not depended on the situation. With tense shoulders, he bites his bottom lip in consideration. “Ash, you’re doing it again.” Your gentle hand rests on his shoulder and for a moment, his line of vision travels upward to meet yours. The hard look in his eyes dissipates within seconds and he rests his phone on the arm of his chair, face down, and his shoulders return to their normal position.

If you let him, his shoulders would be up to his ears 24/7. But he hated bad posture and encouraged you to intervene if he ever got too distracted to notice. He liked that— how all of his bad habits were slowly being chipped away at with your help. You’d been doing this ever since you met him at the freshman social and since then, you hadn’t stopped.

It made him feel like he’d reinvented himself since the move from Hornsby to LA, even if he still kept to his old interests.

“Thanks.” A smile rests comfortably on his face as he reclines in the chair. Every once in a while, you spot him checking his phone for new messages. The two of you bask in the sun in a pleasant silence until he breaks it. “I’ll be staying at a friend’s place tonight.”

It takes a moment for you to respond. The manner in which he said it confused you. It sounded less like a boy’s night and more like a responsibility. He notices your frown, but waits for your response. “Is everything okay?...” His answer is quick. “Oh, yeah, yeah.. everything’s alright. Me and the boys are just goin’ out after the meeting. Probably to the bar or somethin’.” Ashton himself wasn’t big on drinking. His complex relationship with his family and drinking prevented him from truly enjoying himself under the influence, but every once in a while he’d indulge in a beer or two and bet a few bucks on some pointless game his friend group was playing. “You know how my friends are— ‘go big or go home’ kinda guys.”

That was true. You hadn’t ever hung out with the rest of “The 405 Club,” but you’d heard about their bar-hopping tendencies. Ashton was typically the designated driver for the other three. “I’ll be back by noon tomorrow, though, if you wanna grab lunch.” His suggestion came out more as a request, but naturally on a Saturday, you had nothing much better to do than to agree.

“Yeah, sure. That açaí place on the corner?” He nods in response and offers a smile of agreement.

“If that’s the place you want.”

For a moment, the two of you stare at each other, both with secure smiles plastered on your faces. You couldn’t tell whether it was from the prolonged exposure to the sun or from something entirely different, but the seconds seemed to feel like hours. Blinking tiredly, you circle back to the topic that piqued your curiosity.

“Hey, uhm… I know the club’s like— invite only..” He seems to perk up at the mention of the extracurricular. “But do you think I could come along some time? I mean, if you’re staying up until 8pm. Cleaning, there’s gotta be something I’m missing. You wouldn’t stay in the club if you thought it wasn’t worth your time.” He considers the idea for a moment, hazel eyes dragging across the sand below him.

“I think you’d like it..” He begins, prompting you to sit up taller, anticipating and fascination making his silence seem so all the more interesting.

“...But it’s club rules.”

You can’t help the childish groan that you let out. The club, though it served a great purpose, was never very popular and nor was it talked about much. The meetings were held at night, though no elaborate schedule was planned out. The group seemed to operate in a much more impromptu fashion. “Ashton!”

He sneers at your action and nudges you with his elbow. “Nuh-uh! Club. Rules. I’ll talk to the guys and see what I can do, but for now, it’s a no.”

“Fine..” You grumble, barely audible over the ambience of the beach. “But you’re paying for lunch on Saturday.” Standing up tall and stretching your back, the both of you unanimously decide to wrap up the seaside hangout and return to the dorms. Folding up the chairs, Ash helps you sling them over the bag and your shoulder as he grabs the boards, hoisting them under his arms. His biceps tense noticeably, pressed against the slick material of the surfboards.

He smiles back at you, beginning to trudge over the loose sand and back to his beat up van parked on the other side of the dunes. “Wasn't that a given?” You shoot him an appreciative look and hurry your pace to walk beside him.

“Such a gentleman.”

[kmp78]

“Peoples skin can look a different color on certain "hardcore" meds. JL looks pale and sallow lately!” Ok anon. What’s your brilliant and insightful accusation here so you can look awesome to K starting some stupid rumor about JL here? God you jerks are tiresome. When you are on or have recently been on antibiotics for a nasty bronchitis or pneumonia, when you are eating and sleeping erratically, when you are traveling constantly, breathing air in the face of others daily, when you haven’t been outside soaking on the healthy rays of the sun, when you are on tour with your fragile addict brother who is 1/3-1/2 your act…just what stupidity ARE you insinuating here? That he doesn’t have a beautiful tan and that he is doing hardcore drugs? STFU you absolutely ignorant fool.

What. 😂🤪

[valleypoos1]

Cockapoo Colors and Coat Variations: Understanding the Breed's Aesthetic Traits

When it comes to Cockapoos, their delightful personalities often scouse borrow the highlight. However, their aesthetic traits, in particular their coat shades & versions are equally charming. Understanding the range of colors and coat types in Cockapoos can decorate your appreciation for this liked breed. You can find verities of cockapoo puppies for sale in New York. 

Factors Influencing Coat Colors

Several elements can affect the coat shades and patterns visible in Cockapoos:

Genetics: Coat shade genetics play an extensive position in figuring out the colors & patterns that appear in Cockapoos. The genes inherited from the discern breeds, Cocker Spaniels and Poodles, contribute to the style of coat shades found in Cockapoos.

Breeding Practices: Responsible breeders carefully choose and discern puppies with desired coat colorings and patterns to provide offspring with constant and suitable traits. By breeding selectively, breeders can affect the coat colorations and variations visible in Cockapoos.

Environmental Factors: While genetics commonly decide coat colors, environmental elements which include daylight exposure & grooming practices can affect the arrival of a Cockapoo's coat. Regular grooming and proper coat care can help hold the vibrancy and health of the coat.

Variety of Coat Colors

Cockapoos come in a diverse array of colors, ranging from stable colors to tricky styles. You can find all of them here in Cockapoo Puppies for sale in New York. Some not-unusual coat shades consist of:

Solid Colors: Cockapoos can sport solid coats in sun shades inclusive of black, white, chocolate, cream, apricot, and red. These strong colors regularly show off the splendor of the breed's silky, non-losing fur.

Parti-Colors: Parti-colored Cockapoos function or extra wonderful hues, commonly in a piebald sample with patches or spots of contrasting shades. Parti-colored Cockapoos can exhibit placing combos, which include black and white, chocolate and white, or apricot and white.

Two Colors: Cockapoos might also have coats with number one shades, often with one shade serving because the base and the alternative appear as markings or highlights. Common two-color combos encompass black and tan, chocolate and cream, or purple and white.

Phantom: Phantom Cockapoos have coats with two wonderful shades, with one color appearing as the main frame coloration & the opposite acting as points or markings on precise regions of the body, which includes the eyebrows, muzzle, and legs. Phantom Cockapoos regularly have a placing and unique appearance.

Sable & Brindle: Sable Cockapoos have coats with a combination of colors, usually with darker hints or shading along the hair shaft. Brindle Cockapoos features a striped or streaked pattern, resembling the markings seen in certain dog breeds inclusive of the Boxer or the Bulldog.

Finding Cockapoo Puppies for Sale in New York

In New York, many legitimate breeders focus on Cockapoos and offer puppies for sale. When attempting to find Cockapoo dogs in New York, it is critical to analyze breeders very well, inquire about the availability of particular coat colors, and visit the centers to ensure the health and well-being of the puppies. You can get one for you at a reliable price with cockapoo puppies for sale in New York. By information on the range of colors and coat variations in Cockapoos, you can recognize the beauty and diversity of this beloved breed. Whether you select a strong coat, a party-coloration sample, or a striking phantom or brindle coat, there may be a Cockapoo to match each flavor and choice. With their fascinating personalities and lovely coats, Cockapoos make awesome companions for households and people alike.

[sunnywalnut]

Folklore having ties to real life diseases/nature phenomenons has GOT to be one of the coolest things ever.

Like lycanthropy? Rabies but with a bit more hope(depending on which lore you read into. Sometimes people can turn back, sometimes they can't).

That water horse that pulls you deeper into the ocean? Dude got caught in the undertow.

Witches/women who live in the woods alone and charm random weirdos into following them just so they can kill them? I don't know about you but if I was a woman who lived in the woods alone and a man started to follow me, I'd pull some pretty sick self defense.

And what about sirens? Hallucinations aren't really that uncommon. Especially out at sea where the sun reflects off the water all the time and messes with your eyes. Auditory hallucinations are a thing too you know. And you're telling me that these men haven't missed their wives enough to hear their voices? Especially without realizing heatstroke got their asses?

Don't get me started on mermaid mantetees. They fall under the same boat, I'd think.

Oh and I think vampires were born from tuberculosis or "consumption" (or at least that's what Google has told me, along with rabies and porphyria. Whatever that is). Which yeah. If Gramama who loved garlic and sunshine and sweet tea suddenly HATED all of those things without any clear reason and her tanned skin started losing its color, I'd be pretty freaked, too.

In short? Folktales are cool as fuck. I love them. Humanity is awesome. And Imma go read me some more books because honestly this shit got my brain going a mile a minute.

[marcopollio]

Check out this listing I just added to my Poshmark closet: Whitney Houston tee black y2k concert medium sold out shirt top licensed….

[theyreonlynoodlesmike]

hiya, this is my first time requesting smth and i dunno rlly how to go about it but i was wondering if you could do a fic where the s/o leads to bois to Hudson's bluff where theres a projector and a roll up whiteboard thingy set up, blocking the view and they make them sit down and starts to play a film that s/o recorded earlier of the sunrise since the bois cant go out in the sun. sorry if that was too long, i really like your writing and i think youre awesome :))

Thank you so much for the kind words and for the super cute idea!!! I hope you like it!!

One Last Look (Poly!Lost Boys x S/O)

Warnings: angst about being a vampire, angst about their human lives, yearning for a forgotten life, tooth-rotting fluff

Word Count: 1414

The boys had no idea as to what you'd set up, you'd made sure of that. It was somewhat difficult even convincing them to go somewhere without David's choosing, but you'd promised them a surprise. That was enough to, at least, pique Paul's interest, and the others knew that he wouldn't shut up until the surprise was revealed.

So, you'd taken them up the stairs and all the way up to the cliffs edge. Quickly, confusion dotted some of their faces when they saw the projector screen and the rest of your set up. You'd even gone through the trouble of bringing some beanbags and chairs up for the boys to use, and the blonde twins didn't hesitate to launch themselves into the bean bags you'd put side by side. David sat in one of the more rigid beach chairs, and Dwayne, given a choice between a bean bag and a beach chair, chose a bean bag. You smiled, dodging Dwaynes attempts to pull you into his lap as David asked,

"Now what?" And you tried not to roll your eyes at his tone. Really, he couldn't stand not being in charge for ten minutes? Well, you were sure that you were about to change his attitude. You pressed play, starting the projector, and then hurried to your seat. It was in the middle, between David and Marko, and you watched as your earlier film began.

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The boys didn't like being kept in the dark, but they waited patiently as the show began. Paul had muttered something about it being a dirty movie, but Marko had immediately given him a glance. A dirty movie showing right on top of Hudson's Bluff? Yeah, no way.

Paul had scoffed, crossing his arms as he thought pointedly. Well, you never know. To the boy besides him. But, when the movie began to roll, they watched in confusion as the horizon right in front of them began to play. And then, the first bit of light peaked over.

The boys flinched out on instinct, with some of them even moving to push themselves out of their seats. But you reached for Markos hand, giving it an assuring squeeze.

"Hey, hey. You're okay." You said, and the boys looked between the screen and the world around them. The sunlight was false, it couldn't hurt them any more than the candles they used to light the cave could. Their eyes turned to the screen once more, fascination on them as the sun breached the skyline.

It'd been eighty years since they'd last seen a sunrise. Even then, some of them couldn't remember it.

Marko had always been an early riser. He'd seen his fair share, but after eighty years of fog? It was like looking at a faded photograph. The colors weren't right or the lines were hazy. Maybe certain parts of his memory were distorted. Or maybe all the memories of sunrises he held had blended together. But there was one thing he always remembered. The orange, yellow glow of the sun. He'd remembered that perfectly, and he stared silently as it climbed up the screen. He gripped the bag under him, kneading it as it climbed. He remembered waking up just to watch it, even sketching it in his young life. His fingers itched for his pencils then, and he bit his thumb to try to suppress the urge. He remembered how expensive pencils and paints used to be. How he'd save a week's wage, as he used to call it, just to buy some. How, even though they never said anything, the others used to stare at his brushes like they wished they were a loaf of bread instead. But he also remembered how his drawings used to brighten up their space, how they'd done the same thing to the cave below. He thumbed at his jacket, thinks about how, even after all these years, even after he'd forgotten why, he was still trying to bring color into their lives.

Paul had seen his fair share of sunrises when they'd been human, but that was usually while he was scrambling out of someone's bed, or scrambling out of his own to try to make it to whatever sorry excuse for a job he called work. He never paid much attention to the sky of the morning, but, in that second, he remembered how much he missed the feeling of the sun on his face. A sun that didn't burn his skin the second it touched it, but a sun that warmed him. He remembered mid-day, a breeze of memories he didn't even know he still retained. He remembered eating lunch inbetween shifts. He remembered being full, remembered the way his muscles used to burn and how good it felt to sit down and relax. Paul relaxed all the time, but he couldn't remember the last time, in his vampire life, it felt like relief. His muscles didn't ache, his brow didn't sweat, and he didn't feel the prickle in his feet after being on them for too long. He never even realized those things had been missing, and a small part of him missed the feeling.

During his human life, Dwayne had always paid more attention to sunsets, to the sight of the sun retreating behind the sky. To the oranges, reds, and deep purples that followed. He was used to the navy blue of the night sky. He'd been under it every night for years. But, seeing his first sunrise in nearly eighty years, he would've traded all of his sunsets for it. He wished he'd appreciated it more. He missed lying under the sun, even if it was just to tan. He missed having to tie his hair back to keep himself from overheating. He couldn't remember the last time he'd felt hot, let alone even warm. Memories of him under the sun in the California desert floated in his mind. He thought he'd known what thirst was then. He laughed a little bit to himself, and he glanced over at you when you looked over to find the source of his laughter. He didn't explain, simply letting his eyes flick back to the screen. He stared, watching in silence as the sun rose on the screen.

David didn't know what to say. He didn't know if he should say anything. David had never been one for sunrises. He always got up the latest. He was practically nocturnal even when he'd been human, working through the night and spending the rest of the time worrying about the others. The switch to being a vampire hadn't been much of a change in his life, but it was only then that he realized what he'd been missing. Instead of having his thoughts float back to his old life, he glanced over at you. He wished he'd been able to be there with you, watch as it pulled over the horizon. That you didn't need to take a video, and instead you could've nudged him awake. He realized then that there were parts of your life that he'd always miss. Unless you became one of them. But, as he stared at the screen, David had his first inkling of doubt. He'd been so sure of it before. It'd been an obvious choice. As sure as the sun rising above the horizon each day. But now? His fingers itched for a cigarette. Anything to stifle and take his mind away from the thoughts swirling around his head.

***

You looked over at them. The boys had been silent ever since you started the movie, until it ended. When it did, you waited for them to speak. It took a moment, but David finally said,

"That was- You shot that?" He asked, and you nodded. He was quiet for another moment, and it unnerved you. For a moment, you thought that you'd done something wrong. That perhaps you shouldn't have. But Dwayne was quick to say,

"Thank you, y/n. Really." And the others were quick to chorus a mantra of the same.

It took a moment for you and the boys to clean up, but, just before you packed up the set-up, David had walked up to the screen. He reached out for the screen, and the others paused where they stood. It occurred to you then that they were getting one last look, before the five of you packed everything up and went to take it down to the cave.